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[clevereverest]

“A Merry Pair” - Chapter 2/2

Summary and tags in the pics + Update (/safe)

AO3: Chapter 1

[ I’ve posted from Dec. 22 through Christmas (Dec. 25) - and now I’m done! Click here for the link to the completed series! ]

[joostglazer]

making out with vamp!joost

gender neutral reader x joost

summary: just a snippet of making out and being bitten by vampire joost. i am..enamored with him

content warnings: 18+ RPF, kissing, making out, biting, blood drinking, pain play

word count: 514

He’s all teeth and tongue, he kisses like he’s trying to eat you alive. Licking into your mouth, licking your teeth, nipping your lips, not hard enough to bleed. It’s not long before he’s kissing down your neck, panting against your skin, breathing in your scent there. His tongue pressed against your throat, feeling your blood pump through your veins, the way your heart starts to race when he mouths at the side of your neck, teeth grazing your skin. He’s thrilled by every part of you, every little reaction, every little change that even you yourself don’t notice, his heightened senses working to rile him up more and more. He keeps teasing, kissing and licking your neck, going back to making out with you.

Until he’s back at your throat, nosing at your skin, finding the perfect spot to bite down. He asks gently, oh so politely if he can bite you. His teeth are on you as soon as you say yes, still he teases. He doesn’t bite down right away, his fangs scrape and drag against your skin, not enough pressure to cut just enough to feel your heart beat a little faster, to hear your breath catch as you wait for the moment. Wait for him to latch on. You’re not as attune to him as you think, thinking you can deduce his movement and body language to know when it will happen only for it to catch you off guard when it does. When his hand slides up your neck to move your head how he wants you before he does it.

He tucks in close, almost drooling at the thought, he licks once more against your neck before finally biting down, sinking his fangs into you. His tongue's against you as soon as he's punctured your skin, and he can't help the way he moans at the taste. The blood pumps out of the wound with a quickness, running down your neck, he does his best to lap it up, but quickly turns to just sucking the blood from you. He feels like he can't get enough of you, drinking from you like a man starved. His mustache tickles as your neck as he alternates between kissing and licking and sucking the wound, just about making out with your neck.

He’s a mess when he finally pulls away, pupils dilated huge, this dark, lustful look in his eyes, your blood smeared across his face, dripping with his spit down his chin, staining his mustache. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and of course you pull him back in, not even caring about the taste of your own blood that fills your mouth when you kiss him. He moans against your lips and his hands are on you, stroking your back, squeezing your hips. He begs for more as he hooks his thumbs into the top of your pants, just a little more, one more bite. He promises not to drink too much. You're dizzy, lightheaded, but he's so attractive like this you don't dream of saying no.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Hypochondriac

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k (including lyrics)

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Before, you never had any regard for your life. It was always a gamble whether you were going to make it to the next day. Now that you have Spencer, you’re always looking for a way to better yourself… for him. Everything you do is for him.

Square Filled: diary/journal for @tropebingo (dreamwidth bingo)

Author’s Note: this is based on the song Hypochondriac by Sasha Alex Sloan

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I used to smoke like a chimney Never took a vitamin in my life I abused my kidneys Knew I had two, so I didn't think twice Never ate breakfast Then I'd get stoned and eat too much I was kind of reckless 'Til I fell in love

You’re sitting cross-legged in your closet with photo albums all around you. It’s high time you cleaned out the clutter in here and decided to take a break by looking at your past through photos. These photo albums are of your life before you met Spencer.

The first picture you open up to is you with an alcohol bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. You’re with your friends in the middle of the New Year's party. Next to each picture is a snippet of what you were thinking at the time. Polaroid pictures were all the rave back then, so you were able to write down exactly how you were feeling when the picture was taken.

1989 New Year’s Party with my best friends. If we hadn’t smoked so much weed, we would have never been caught by the police.

Oh, yes, you remember this. Your friend, Jill, had access to a lot of weed, and she shared it with the group. You got so high that you started disrupting the party more than you should have. The cops were called, and you all had to spend the night in jail. What they didn’t know is that you also took some LSD which is why the cops were called.

Cigarettes ruined your lungs. Alcohol ruined your kidneys. Drugs ruined your brain. However, you didn't care. You didn’t care about your life the way you do now. You’d refuse to eat breakfast and only ate whenever you got the munchies. You were reckless with your life.

Spencer Reid changed everything about you. He took the broken girl who would turn to drugs and alcohol and turned her into someone you’re proud of.

“You were a fun part of my life, but I’m glad you’re in the past,” you say to the photo.

I used to drink like a sailor If I had a weird pain, I'd say a prayer Used to need an inhaler Any time I went up a flight of stairs I'm not sayin' I'm perfect now But you gave me something to think about all of the time Glad I made you mine

The second page you flip to has two pictures. The first picture is of you in the hospital giving the camera a thumbs up. The second picture is of you helping your friends move into their first apartment together. They had secret feelings for each other, and they finally did something with that in 1995.

Note to my future self. Don’t do cocaine. It messes with your mind, and it’s very easy to overdose on it. No matter what you feel about it, Jill will kill you if you try it again, is written next to the picture of you in the hospital.

You had never tried it before, and you knew a guy who was supplying it. You only took a little, but that was enough to send you to the hospital. You spent a few days there getting sober, and you haven’t touch the shit since. Jill ripped you a new one. She even put together an intervention with your other friends. It’s safe to say you’re lucky to have people watching your back.

Next time Jason and Rebecca want a place to live in, make sure it has an elevator. Walking up these stairs all the time is going to give me a heart attack, is what’s written next to the second picture. Every time you walked up even the shortest flight of stairs, you’d need your inhaler because it always took the wind out of you. It didn’t matter how much you weighed or how much or little you worked out.

You didn't take care of yourself and often needed that inhaler for short distances. When your past was your present, you didn’t think much of the shit you were doing to your body. You didn’t have any care in the world about your health.

You’re suffering the consequences for it now, but you have something your past self didn’t have. No one has cared enough about you than Spencer does. He changed your whole life from the moment he stepped into it. You wanted to be better for him, and now you are.

I'm not sayin' I'm perfect now But you gave me something to think about

You’re not perfect by any means, but you’re doing better than before. You close the photo album and decide to be done for today. You get up and find Spencer in the kitchen.

“Hey, get some cleaning done?” he asks.

“Yeah. I found a box in the back from my past. Kind of forgot about it until now.”

“Find anything embarrassing?” he jokes.

“Nothing I want to remember. I think I’m gonna throw it all away.”

“Are you sure?”

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “You’re my life now. All I want to remember is you.”

He leans down and kisses you gently. “I like that plan.”

You grin. “Me, too.”

Now I call my doctor every day Since I met you, something in me's changed Second that you called me yours I had something worth living for Now I'm scared of planes and heart attacks If I die, I'll never get you back You made me a hypochondriac

That night, you and Spencer cuddle on the couch while watching a movie. Your head is on his shoulders with your legs draped over his. He rubs your bare thighs in soft circles, making butterflies flit in your stomach.

“Did you take your vitamins today?” he asks.

“This morning after breakfast and then after dinner.” You two fall into a comfortable silence. You lean up and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for making me a better person. I never used to care about myself or my health before, but with you… I want to live a long and healthy life with you. So, thank you for saving me from myself.”

Spencer lets the movie play as he looks at you. He slides one hand in your hair and pulls you in for a kiss.

“If anything, you saved me.”

“I love you,” you grin.

“I love you more.”

x

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[holylulusworld]

Big Grumpy Bear - Family Day snippet

Summary: He’s grumpy. You are sweet. A match made in heaven.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, grumpy alpha, tooth-rooting fluff, daddy Walter, hinted breeding kink, pregnant omega

A/N: A short drabble.

Big grumpy bear masterlist

Catch up here: Big grumpy bear – Mother’s Day snippet

“Daaaaadaaa!” Your baby boy slowly stumbles toward his father on wobbling legs. You hold your breath, almost choking on tears, because these are your son's first steps. “Dada…”

“Baby boy!” Walter gasps, watching his son slowly and unsteadily stumble toward him. The little boy holds out his chubby hands, eyes wide and wet because he has missed his father. “Look at you!” Your husband crouches down to hold out his arms for his son.

The little boy walks a little faster. It’s more stumbling than walking, but he’s too eager to scent his father, his alpha.

“There you are, my big boy,” Walter coos as he wraps his arms around his son and picks him up. He kisses the top of Walter Jr.’s head, sighing happily. “He grew again, Y/N.”

“Yes, he did.” You giggle and point at your baby girl on your lap. She looks in her father’s direction, close to tears. She pouts and holds out her hands for Walter. “Someone else missed you too, Alpha.”

“Baby girl!” Walter sits on the couch next to his daughter on your lap. He coos her name and runs his large hand over her head. “Did you miss Daddy too?”

She chokes out a sob. “I guess this means yes, Walter.” You softly say this while Walter helps his son sit on his right thigh while you help him place his daughter on his left thigh. He wraps his large arms around their small bodies to steady them. "We have all missed you, Walter.”

“I’ve missed you too, Omega,” he purrs your name and leans closer to your side to steal a kiss. “How do you feel today? Do you need me to rub your back?” His eyes drop to your middle. Walter smirks as you purse your lips. “It’s not my fault you didn’t want to wait for me to put a condom on.”

“If I recall right, Alpha,” you say, and poke his upper arm with your index finger. You took the chance to sneak into the shower with me, and I couldn’t get clean. You got me dirty all over again.”

Walter grins again. He hums and recalls the night you are talking about. “What’s one more bundle of joy? Right?” Walter nuzzles his nose into your neck. “I love having you round and full of my babies. You smell like me if you are having my pups.”

“You won’t put another into me after the third one popped out!” You point your index finger at your baby boy and then at your baby girl. “We are going to be outnumbered soon enough. No more babies.”

This time, Walter pouts. He furrows his brows and thinks about arguing with you, a pregnant and sleep-deprived omega. “I could lend you a hand, Omega. Let me handle the little rascals, and you can get some sleep.”

“No,” you huff. “There is so much to do. I need to get more blankets for the nest and change their diapers. Oh, and they need to eat before they go to sleep. Both need a bath too, and I think one of them peed on me.”

“Love, leave all of this to me,” he says, kissing your cheek. “I’ll handle it.”

“You want to breastfeed them too?” You challenge with a big grin on your face. “Walter, they don’t do hairy and muscular chests.”

“Now let me take care of our bundles of joy. I can handle everything but the feeding. I understand they want yours. I prefer them too.” His eyes drop to your chest, and he licks his lips. “They are perfect and bigger since you’re lactating.”

“Walter, no!” You warn and scoot away. “No more babies.”

Walter hums when you shake your head.

“Aw, sweet omega. I’ll always have you full of me...”

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[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

A Baby?! (A Sweet Gale/Tav Snippet)

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3 (BG3) 

Character(s): Gale Dekarios; Tav; Background: Wyll, Karlach, Astarion, Shadowheart; Lilly-Aurora Mention

Pairing(s): Gale/Tav; Background Karlach/Wyll

Tags/Warnings: Fluff; Wholesome; Slice-of-Life; Implied Pregnancy; Implied Sex

Summary: Tav brings home a present for ‘the baby’. Gale’s a bit confused as to what that means. Inspired by this ridiculously hilarious video I saw on Reddit, where a brother thought the baby onesie his sister and brother-in-law gifted him was for the family cat. His face once he realizes…. Oh my god, that’s priceless!

“Ah, I see you’ve found yourself amongst company for the evening.” 

Gale entered his tower home in Waterdeep to find his wife Tav engrossed in whispered conversation with Wyll and Karlach. 

“Wyll, Karlach,” Gale greeted, “The Material plane has been treating you well, I presume?” 

“The food here beats the dinners Karlach served in Avernus, for damn sure,” Wyll said before dodging a playful shove from Karlach.  

“Hey, at least I had found us some food to eat. In Avernus, you get used to making do. But this,” Karlach stood, changing the subject, “I mean, look at the size of this tower! And all the lovely books you’ve collected, Gale! Hells, how is it you’ve nearly managed to nearly stuff the place?”

“You can't put a boundary on knowledge, Karlach,” Gale admonished. “It’s illimitable.” 

Karlch made sure to watch her tail as she retook her seat. “And highly flammable, no doubt,” she muttered under her breath. 

Wyll couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, even behind his teacup’s rim. 

“Yes, Gale, Karlch’s right,” Astarion said, emerging from the kitchen, wine glass in hand. “I mean, just what do you plan to do when the baby comes?” The question left his mouth faster than Shadowheart could elbow him in the gut. 

“You better hope Tara doesn’t hear you calling her that,” Gale said, wagging his finger in the elves’ direction. “If there’s one thing she hates more than being called a ‘cat’, it’s being referred to as Tav and my ‘child’, no matter how adorable we may find it.”

“Gale, that’s why everyone’s here,” Tav said. “I have a present for you, and I wanted everyone to be here when you opened it.” 

Gale eyed his wife suspiciously. “This isn’t another one of those prank wizard presents from Rolan, is it? May I remind you we were both dyed purple for a month!” 

“No, no!” Tav assured her husband, coming to his side to hand him the neatly wrapped box. “It’s nothing like that. I promise.” 

“Well, if you insist.” 

Gale took his time unwrapping the gift, moving carefully to preserve the ribbons and wrapping for reusing, much to everyone’s annoyance. But soon enough, everyone’s irritation was replaced with excited whispers. 

“Oh my word! Would you look at this thing?” Gale asked, positively beaming with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, Tara’s going to positively hate this… Tara!” 

Gale began to call out to his tressym, no doubt lounging in the evening sun on her bed upstairs, when Wyll placed a gentle, redirecting hand on Gale’s shoulder. 

“Gale,” Wyll said gently, “I don’t think it’s for Tara.” 

“Well then,” Gale said, practically on autopilot, “Who’s it for?” 

Suddenly, Gale’s eyes bulged out as he looked rapidly from Wyll to Karlach. 

“Nope! Not me!” The red tiefling announced. “Not that I wouldn’t mind a little tiefling babe trailing behind us one day, but for now, being Aunt and Uncle Ravengaurd to little Lilly-Aurora is more than enough for us to handle.” 

Upon the mention of Shadowheart’s adopted daughter, Gale whipped around to face her. 

“Shadowheart?! Another one? So soon? I mean, congratulations!” 

Shadowheart scoffed, crossing her arms. “Pull your foot out of your mouth, wizard. I already have a child. Besides, Lily is much too old to be wearing that sort of costume anyway.” 

A very confused Gale looked around at the, ahem, rather expectant expressions on the faces of his friends. 

“But,” Gale muttered, eyeing Astarion up and down, “But Astarion’s a vampire… He can’t have children.” 

“Gale!” Tav asserted, taking control of the conversation. “If it’s not Wyll’s and Karlach’s, and it’s not Shadowheart’s, and Astarion is an undead vampire...” 

“Yes,” Gale answered, nodding along with his wife’s assertions. 

“Then who else could the baby outfit,” she asked, emphasizing ‘baby’, “Possibly be for?” 

“A baby?” Gale summarized. 

Tav nodded fervently. 

“Yes, the baby.” 

“...” 

“...” 

Gale’s brows appeared frozen, locked up in a look of deep concentration when suddenly his face fell— his eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock. “By Merlin’s beard!” 

Gale rushed over to Tav and swept her up into a crushing hug. 

“It’s a baby, it’s our baby!? You mean you and me, we—?”

Tav nodded, tears of joy threatening to fall from her face. 

Gale pulled her face into the crook of his neck, as he too was overcome with happy sobs. 

The two of them enjoyed a moment’s embrace before separating, each wiping their respective tears from their eyes. 

“You know,” Gale laughed, rubbing his eyes, “I just realized something.” 

“Oh? You did? What else did you just realize?” Tav teased. 

“Tara is absolutely going to hate this.” 

The entire gang couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that one, much to the annoyance of the recently awakened tressym upstairs. 

;P 

A/N: Sorry for not updating the completed masterlist and the queue list. I will be doing that next before going back to work on asks as listed in the Que List. Life has just… been living as of late. Also, if you saw a typo, no, you didn’t! I wrote this in like thirty minutes, super sleep deprived -.-

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Muggle Activities

masterlist

pairing: tom riddle x female reader

warnings: fluff, kissing, a snippet of protective/jealous tom

summary: you finally convinced tom to go to a carnival with you

a/n: guyss i have a small something planned when i get just a few more followers and im excited :) also i have no clue what the cost of the wristbands are so i just made up a price.

song: best song ever - one direction

"I cannot believe I agreed to this," Tom aggressively sighs.

"You did it because you love me." You stand on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek.

He lowly grumbles something along the lines of, "Yeah, yeah."

You were wearing a pastel blue, knee length sundress. Along with a matching pastel blue ribbon holding your hair back behind your head.

Tom was dressed in black dress pants and white button up. His put his hands in his pants pockets and you grabbed his elbow, pulling him to the ticket stand.

The elder woman looks at you two, "Hello."

You smile at her and fidget with one of the rings on Tom's finger. "Hi! Um, may we please have two wristbands?"

"Sure, that'll be $65."

You go to take the money from your purse but Tom grabs your wrist and shakes his head. He pulls his wallet out and hands her the money.

Before you came, you and Tom went to change some of your wizard currency into muggle money.

You sigh and look at him, "Why do you never let me pay. I feel bad, you're always spending money on me."

He leans over as the lady moves to grab the wristbands. "Who's to say I don't enjoy spoiling you, darling?"

You blush and mumble, "Well, thank you."

"Alright, here you go, enjoy."

You thank the woman and excitedly move away from the stand to put the bands on. "May I see your wrist, sir?"

"Yes, ma'am."

He holds out his wrist and you put it on, he then does the same for you.

"Alright! Where should we go first?"

Tom looks around and shrugs, "I don't know, you're the one who's familiar with these things."

"Hm, let's start with... Zero Gravity!" You grab his hand and start walking towards the ride.

"Do we have to go on rides?" Tom practically whines. "Why not those things over there?" You look at him and see him watching the carnival games. "Muggles think this stuff is fun?" Tom asks as he looks at the ride that swings back and forth as people scream.

"Yep! Oh and don't worry we'll do the games. After a few rides," you grin. "Come on."

You make it to the line and to your surprise, the line was decently short, so you were able to get onto the ride quickly.

You two stand next to each other and the ride starts a minute later, spinning so fast that you two are pushed back against the padding behind you.

After it stops, you two walk off and stand out of the way. "So! How was your first ride experience?"

"It was... nauseating. I don't know what the point of that was."

"I think it was fun!" You bounce on your feet and look up at his hair which got a bit messed up.

You reach your arms up and comb your fingers through his hair, neatening it.

"If anyone else were to touch my hair, I-"

"You would use an unforgivable curse, blah blah blah."

"You know me too well," he gives you a boyish grin. He puts his arm on your shoulders and turns you. Running his fingers through your hair and tightening your bow.

"Thanks, love," you kiss his hand. "Okay, next let's go on the swings!"

He nods and follows you like a lost puppy, although if anyone were to say that they wouldn't have a tongue to say anything again.

You two show your wristbands and find your seats. The ride begins and the swings start going around as it rises into the air. Tom has to admit it's a good view since it's nighttime and everything is lit up.

It spins for about two more minutes before slowing and going low again. When it's stopped you turn to Tom, "That was great, wasn't it?"

He shrugs as you both unhook the straps, "I don't know if I would use that word, but it wasn't bad." You walk over to him and take his hand in yours, walking through the exit. "Where to now, angel?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "How about that roller coaster?"

He looks at where you're pointing and starts to shake his head immediately. "No. Abso-bloody-lutely not."

"Come on Tom! It's not that bad." You start pulling him and you look back at him, "It's practically the same things as the Gringotts Mine Cart."

"I suppose."

You wait a bit on the line and get put in your own cart. You hold his hand and put your free hand on his bouncing knee. "Don't be nervous, love."

He scoffs, "I'm not nervous."

You narrow your eyes at him, "Mhm."

The ride starts and you go all directions at a great speed. It goes in loops and goes up before it drops.

You look over at Tom and see his eyes closed. You smile and poke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at you when you laugh, "You're so cute."

He doesn't have time to scold you for calling him cute because the cart takes a sharp turn before going back to where you started.

The man running the ride comes and lifts the bars. You two step out and go down the stairs. "That was amazing," you lean against Tom's side.

"Whatever you say, darling."

"Okay, why don't we get some cotton candy and then play a few games. It's already 10:45."

"Okay," he kisses your head. You two walk over and purchase two cotton candy and then walk to one of the games.

"Tom! I need to win a fish! The poor things are probably miserable in those tiny bags."

"Okay only one though because I don't think Hogwarts allows pet fish."

"Bloody hell," Tom says holding two large buckets full of bagged fish.

"I can't leave them to die in there!"

"As much as I love how caring you are, was winning thirty-four fish necessary?"

"Yes, Tom. That lady was nice enough to let me play for almost twenty minutes. Okay! Next game."

You two walk up to the game with darts you throw to pop small balloons on the wall.

You smile at the guy working the game. He seemed about your age. "Hi!"

He looks up from his phone and Tom places the buckets on the ground. "Hey," he says, lips curving into a small smirk.

"Mind if I play once?" You ask, handing him a five dollar bill.

"Not at all," he winks and hands you three darts. You hand two to Tom and keep the last one.

Tom throws his, popping two balloons. You throw the last one and pop a balloon.

"Great aim," the guy says. "Pick whatever."

You glance around, spotting something before turning to Tom. "That looks like Novalie," you beam at him, referring to your owl. Tom looks behind you and sees the guy looking quite low in a place he certainly shouldn't be.

He turns you around and wraps an arm around your shoulder while he glares at the guy, "We'll take the owl," he says coolly.

The guy grabs it and hands it to you with a charming smile. He opens his mouth but Tom cuts him off, starting to walk away. "Let's go, sweetheart."

You glance back at the guy who's watching you two walk away. "Bye, thank you! Oh, the fish!"

"I'll get them, wait here." Tom walks over and picks up the buckets. You see him lean over and mumble something to the guy who looks like he's seen a ghost.

You hit his arm when he gets to you, "What did you say to the poor guy?"

"Nothing," he says.

"Didn't look like nothing to me."

"Nothing that you should hear."

"Tom."

"Don't 'Tom' me. We should get going, don't you want to get the fish a thing to live in?"

"A fish tank?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, luckily I saw a place called 'PetSmart' on our way here. I'm going to buy so many decorations for it."

You two walk to the car and put the fish on the floor in the back. You two sit down and as soon as you put your seatbelt on, Tom's lips are on your.

He puts his hand on the back of your neck and holds you in place.

You put a hand on his arm and the other on his shoulder. He bites your bottom lip and you lightly gasp. He slides his tongue in your mouth and slides his against yours.

You kiss him for another few seconds and then pull back breathing heavy. "Goodness me, Tom."

"I love you, you know that?"

You furrow your eyebrows, "Of course I do. I love you, too."

"You wouldn't leave me, right?"

"Tom," you peck his lips. "Never in eternity would I leave you."

"Okay. Let's go get that fish tank," he puts a hand on your thigh and starts driving.

[tracingpatternswrites]

Leather and Cinnamon | Wolfstar Bingo

It's that time of the year again! The @wolfstarbingo2024 is here.

I'm supposed to be working hard on my Big Bang fic so naturally I instead spent the whole day writing 13k words of... well, this.

I've had this idea for a long time and I think I started it over a year ago, but now I finally found the inspiration to finish it (while also crossing off one of my prompts). So here it is.

Title: Leather and Cinnamon Pairing: Wolfstar Rating: E WC: 13.2k Prompt: One night stand Summary: Remus hasn't got laid in a while, but that's okay. That's fine. He's been busy raising a son, thank you very much.

Now, however, Teddy is off to university and when Remus goes to Brighton to drop him off, they stumble over a coffee shop in the south lanes. It's a cosy little place with a barista who has silver eyes and pale skin and an arse to die for.

Remus hasn't got laid in a while, but that's okay. That's fine.

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Snippet below the cut:

“I’ll order,” Teddy said as they entered the coffee shop, nodding towards a table by the window. “You can take a seat.”

“Oh really?” Remus asked, a little amused. “You’re paying too, then?”

“Obviously not,” Teddy remarked casually. “I’m a poor student, remember?”

“Sometimes I think you just spend time with me for my wallet.” Remus sighed wistfully but Teddy merely grinned at him, snapping his fingers.

“Money, please.”

“Maybe I want to order,” Remus said, but Teddy was already snatching the note from his fingers.

“Please,” Teddy scoffed. “Like I’d trust you with my order.”

Remus looked fondly as his son sauntered off towards the bar, unable not to smile to himself. He honestly couldn’t get his head around the fact that he had an 18-year-old son who was now heading off to university all on his own.

It had felt bittersweet, packing up Teddy’s boyhood room. He knew the day would come eventually, and even though he was excited for his son, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad as well. They had driven down to Brighton together, their old little car stuffed full of (almost) everything that Teddy would need for the coming few months.

They had spent the day getting his room in order before Remus decided it was time for him to head back home. Teddy had agreed to a coffee before he left though, and Remus was set on making the most of the time he had left with his son while he still had the chance.

The café they had picked was in the south Lanes and had a bright red door with rainbow flags decorating the windows. It was the name that had drawn Remus in though, Baskerville’s Hound written in bold letters over the painting of a big, black dog.

The place itself was cosy enough, with paintings decorating the walls together with black and white photographs of Brighton and random people. The walls were painted in a dark blue colour and the furniture was all mismatched and clearly second hand, but still in good shape.

Teddy returned without drinks, pulling out the chair opposite Remus and slumping down on it, shrugging as Remus raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

“They’ll bring it out,” he said, slouching back on his chair.

“Any chance you got a change on that twenty?”

“Sorry.” Teddy grinned at him, pushing a hand through his longish hair, currently a bright orange. Remus had long since accepted that Teddy opted to change his hair colour as often as other people changed clothes, and he enjoyed seeing him explore. “Consider it a contribution towards your only child’s education.”

“Ah, yes, never mind the 9K tuition fee,” Remus deadpanned. “It’s the change on the coffee that’s going to make the real difference.”

“I’ll need pocket money.”

The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched. “You need money for beer, you mean.”

Teddy threw his arms out. “It’s uni life, Da.”

Remus snorted just as the barista approached the table, clearing his throat.

“A latte with a dash of cinnamon and…whatever this monstrosity is,” the barista said, and Remus tore his gaze away from his son to the man standing next to their table.

Remus found himself doing a double-take at the sight of him. He didn’t know why he’d expected a student, but this man looked to be roughly his age. He was tall, muscular, with tattooed arms and wearing a simple white tee-shirt underneath a light apron with a large black dog printed on the front of it.

There was the hint of a stubble over his very chiselled jaw, high cheekbones and long, black hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was his eyes, however, that caught Remus’ attention. They were a light sort of grey that reminded Remus of silver, seemingly drawing in the light around them. They were dancing with something that looked like amusement as Teddy sat up excitedly.

“That’s mine,” Teddy said eagerly, reaching for the tall glass topped with a hefty dollop of whipped cream. “Cheers, mate.”

“I take it you’re the sensible one then,” the man said, the corner of his mouth twitching as he turned his gaze on Remus, placing the mug in front of him with a little wink. “Enjoy.”

Remus couldn’t help staring as the man walked away, gaze taking in the dark jeans and heavy boots.

“Earth to Da!”

Teddy’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he flinched, accidentally burning his hand as his coffee sloshed over the rim of the mug.

“Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing a napkin to wipe up his spill and when he looked back up, Teddy was watching him with a mischievous sort of twinkle in his eyes.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” Remus replied quickly, clearing his throat as his voice came out weirdly rough. “Fine.”

“I said, are you coming down with Ma next week?”

“Oh,” Remus said, taking a sip from his coffee to distract himself momentarily. “Dunno, mate. D’you want me to?”

“You don’t have to,” Teddy shrugged. “It’s just cause she couldn’t be here this weekend.”

“Right,” Remus nodded. “I’ll be there if you want me to.”

Teddy waved it off, pulling his phone out of his pocket as it made a chirping noise.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, eyes on the display as he quickly tapped out a message. “Aoife says there’s a group heading to the pub tonight.”

“That sounds like fun,” replied Remus as his gaze darted over to the bar, just briefly, catching on the man who was wiping down glasses and humming to himself, the muscles in his arms flexing. “You should go with them, make some friends.”

He only tore his gaze away from the man as he heard Teddy’s snort, and his son was watching him with an unimpressed sort of expression.

“What?”

“Make some friends?” he echoed, pulling a face. “It’s not pre-school, Da. It’s uni.”

“What?” asked Remus, a little affronted. “You don’t make friends at university?”

“No,” Teddy said assuredly. “You just…get to know people. Hang out.”

“Right,” Remus said, giving a solemn nod. “My bad. You should go with them and hang out then.”

Teddy rolled his eyes and huffed out a breath before he turned his attention back to his phone, and Remus pressed his lips together so that he wouldn’t smile. His eyes darted briefly back towards the bar, where the man was now stacking mugs.

It would be in Brighton where a random barista looked like he’d stepped right out of one of Remus’ wet dreams. He looked exactly like the type Remus would have been madly in love with when he was younger, and, it turned out, his taste hadn’t changed that much since then.

Remus hadn’t dated much in the past few years as Teddy was growing up. It wasn’t that it had been impossible, Dora had managed to move on just fine after their amicable split, and her dating life had never affected Teddy badly, he just hadn’t prioritised it. Ever since Teddy had moved in with him full-time when he was fifteen, Remus put his own dating life on a shelf.

Dora had told him he was being ridiculous, that Teddy was more than capable of handling his dad dating, and Teddy had even told him so himself. He’d even encouraged Remus to get out there, claiming that it would do him good to get laid. It wasn’t a lie, Remus knew that, but he had simply prioritised raising his son over hookups.

He knew it would be different now though, with Teddy off to university and Remus alone in their house. They had been joking about it, and Remus was happy that Teddy was starting his own life as a young adult, but he couldn’t deny that it would be strange.

He and Dora had been so young when they became parents. She had still been at university, and he had only just completed his Bachelor's Degree. He’d been a parent for all of his 20s and almost all of his 30s, it felt wild thinking that he was approaching his 40s with more independence than he’d had in a long while.

“Right, I gotta go,” Teddy said suddenly, his voice yanking Remus out of his thoughts. “Sorry, Da.”

Remus shook his head, smiling a little as he stood. “Don’t worry about it. Time for me to head back home anyway.”

Teddy nodded, watching him for a moment, his blue eyes searching over Remus’ face and he looked so serious suddenly.

“Are you sure that you’ll be okay?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Remus couldn’t help but smile a little at the troubled look on his son’s face, the half-grimace as he gave a brief shrug.

“I’ll be fine, Da.”

“So will I,” Remus replied, smiling a little as he pulled his son close for a hug. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Can’t help it,” Teddy muttered against the crook of his neck before Remus released him. “I worry about you all alone in that house.”

“I think I’ll manage,” Remus said as he clasped a hand on his son’s shoulder. “I used to have a life before you, y’know.”

“Barely,” Teddy replied with a snort, the corner of the boy’s mouth quirking upwards as Remus swatted lightly at him.

“Oi, don’t get cheeky.”

Teddy laughed, seemingly unfazed as he leaned a little closer, stage-whispering, “You could always stay and chat up the barista, eh? I can see you ogling him.”

Remus had a horrible feeling as he was blushing as Teddy threw a meaningful look towards the man behind the counter and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Continue on AO3.

[janitorhutcherson]

hey bitches!! it’s e, i’m backkkk. i had a fic idea, something i think i’ll use for a lot of new content if y’all react well to it. to give y’all a run down before we get into it, this is a famous!mike schmidt au.

basically mike is josh hutcherson. reader (you) are his live in PR assistant. not sure the perfect word for it, but basically you manage his social media presence, the way he dresses, how he is in public, attend all events with him to monitor him, etc…… kinda like a babysitter….. also, could technically be a part of olderbf!mike because reader is 22, mike is 31. anywaysss..! it’s a new idea, i just wanted to set the scene. the way i’m writing this is different from usual. plz let me know what you think! if y’all like i’ll write more in this universe🤭

summary: ur actor mike schmidt’s assistant!!

warnings: angsty, just an introduction to an idea.

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mike schmidt was a mess, and everybody knew it. that was part of what was so appealing to the public. he was a celebrity, a famous actor, known for various movies, tv shows. he was glamorized, lived in LA just like the rest of them, edits to upbeat songs all over social media with his hips swaying from some random snippet of a trailer. yes, mike schmidt was a heart throb, but he wasn’t your typical golden boy. he wore jeans and raggedy t-shirts to interviews. his brown curly locks were always tangled and sticking in fifty different directions. his stubble was always a little too rough, his hands calloused and bruised to masculine perfection. he wore snap backs and had no sense of what a filter was. he said things as they were on stages, into microphones, or on livestreams, silly phrases coming out of his pink lips. he was carefree, not glamorous nor slouchy but instead some odd middle ground that left women with slack jaws and puddles of drool. he was what every woman actually wanted when they said they wanted a man ‘written by a woman,’ or so they thought he was.

in reality, mike was the biggest pain in the ass to walk the earth. while most 22-year-olds got to save pictures of him to their pinterest boards and kick their feet every time he came into their tv screen, you were stuck managing his every move, saving his ass from letting the wrong thing fall from his mouth in front of the wrong audience. you were his manager, of everything, really. you managed his social media, coached him through what to say during interviews, inspected the clothing he wore before events… there wasn’t quite anything you didn’t do for mike. the two of you had a weird connection since you’d started, not quite foes but certainly not friends. the air was always somewhat tense, something you were all too aware of whenever you’d have an interaction with him. you knew it needed to change, and fast.

you’d gotten the job fresh out of college, extremely eager to take such a high paying position. you were lucky and you were aware, your gratitude something you showed through your endless devotion to being the best manager, and hopefully one day friend, mike could have. when you’d first been offered the position, part of what made it so appealing was knowing not only were you being paid, but you were given a room to stay, in the same home as mike. it was crucial, living alongside your boss in order to keep him in check. when you’d walked into a meeting room after you’d accepted the position, you were debrief about mike, told he was… difficult, to put up with. he tended to push his previous managers to the limit, his somewhat childlike demeanor sending them running the other direction. you accepted this as a challenge, something to motivate you to prove that you were worth more than the other old and dried up pieces of talent they’d had in here.

oh boy, did you have another thing coming. you weren’t any different to mike. sure, you were gorgeous, your eyes a color he could drown in, your laugh something he grew oh so fond of over the past few months you’d lived with him, but you were just another manager… right? it was his job to make this difficult for you. that’s how he saw it. so, you fought like you were pulling teeth, demanding he go change before going out like he was your 14-year-old daughter when he’d come out in a bleach stained t-shirt. you’d have to keep him from posting selfies of him smoking a joint on FACEBOOK just to cause a stir. for gods sake, you didn’t care if he put them anywhere else, just please, not where all the old people were. you’d argue late at night when you’d both head back to his place, your eyes filled with fiery anger after he’d drop some stupid shit in an interview, accidentally saying something about how one of his older costars were a “dried up old fashioned hag who needed to get some.” was he wrong…? no. but that didn’t mean he could say it.

he’d always yell back, his eyes filled with just as much anger. you went about this charade almost every time something had to be done. it could be a red carpet event, an awards dinner, an interview, even simply a live stream, there was always something with mike, something to yell and scream about. you constantly tried your hardest to stress how much you cared about this job, about him even too, sometimes blurring the line between professionalism and feelings as you’d get a little too intimate about the things you’d left behind, desperate for him to understand you, to see you.

it wasn’t until one night you’d finally had enough. he’d changed outfits right before a big interview that could’ve got him in front of multiple big directors, something big, even more groundbreaking for him. he’d been in an elegant outfit that fit his body so well, just like a glove, you could only imagine. of course, he hated it. he hated being coaxed into things, told what to do, to say, and currently, both were happening. when no one was watching, he’d slipped himself into a pair of black jeans and a tank top, walking out just like that, then proceeding to insult every director there individually. you were dumbfounded. no, he wasn’t drunk. no, he wasn’t high, medicated, or under any influence. this was just… mike, and you were starting to have enough.

the moment the two of you entered the house, you’d went at it, your face red from anger. how could he? how could he go out and blatantly go against everything you’d said purely out of boredom? he was a grown man, you’d think he could do better than this. you were embarrassed, not even for yourself as who represented him even though you should’ve been, but for him. you wanted this for him. your eyes locked on his, the moment you slammed the door shut. his big, beautiful brown eyes you most definitely didn’t mind looking into, no matter how angry you were. “mike, what the fuck,” was all you could say before he stuck his hand up. he went to turn on his heel, not even bothering to listen to a word you’d have to say.

that’s when you did something you didn’t think you’d do. this time, you’d let something slip, something you’d wished you hadn’t. “mike, if this shit doesn’t stop i’m fucking quitting, i’m leaving.”

that’s all it took.

that’s all it took for him to turn back on his heel to face you, frozen. his mouth was slightly parted, his eyes wider than you’d seen them before. he looked… angry.. confused.. no, not even. he looked… sad? he fluttered his eyes, his mouth opening and closing a little. you’d known you’d lasted longer than most, but this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“don’t,” was all he said, taking a couple of steps toward you. you stood there, frozen and tense as who was basically your boss slowly moved towards you, his demeanor different than you’d seen before. he was like a lost and wounded puppy, his dark brown eyes glistening with an emotion you’d never seen in him before. he reached out, touching your shoulder. you flinched, not even because you didn’t want him to but out of instinct.

“just, don’t go, y/n. i couldn’t take it, okay? i-i’m sorry, i’m sorry i fuck around too much, i’m sorry.. i just.. i don’t want you gone,” he said, his voice was low and growly. oh. he wanted you to stay. this was the first time he’d shown any interest in you in any way other than arguing, and you didn’t know what to do. with that being said, you did what you knew how to do best.

“okay,” you simply said, nodding your head as you went to your room. that night, you’d laid in your bed conflicted about the side of the man you lived with that you saw tonight. meanwhile, while you tossed and turned in your own sheets, mike did the exact same. little did you know, you were the only person mike had ever felt a real connection with. you were the only one patient, loving, thoughtful enough to be there for him, even through his hissy fits. he adored you, your style, your walk, your laugh, your humor, and he hated it. you were in his mind 24/7 and he hated it. but no, he could never get closer, because he knew you’d leave, just like the rest, and tonight was proof.

no, if mike were to ever attempt to get closer, you’d be the one to start it. and perhaps.. perhaps you would be, perhaps this encounter would be so engrained into your brain that you think about it daily, dissecting the look on his face. but who knows? maybe next week you’ll change your mind and pack your things, walk out the door. only the narrator knows quite what’s in store for the two of you…

[stonesparrow]

I have this WIP and I don't know if it'll ever get fully written out so uhhhh throwing this summary blurb from my notes out there in case anyone wants to ask about it. I'd describe it as like...an office/lab assistant au with a focus on a slow burn three-way queerplatonic relationship.

Our Girl Friday

After years of getting nowhere in her job interning at a fashion magazine publisher and suffering abuse from her boss and coworkers, Ogawa Yuzuriha decides to quit, though she has a hard time finding another job. Suddenly, she finds an advertisement for a position as a personal assistant to a reclusive scientist, and jumps at the opportunity. Little does she know that her new employer and his bodyguard will change her life forever.  

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Yuzuriha double checked the address. Then she triple checked it.

This…can’t be the right place, can it? Given the advertisement she was expecting something a bit more impressive than a nondescript looking house in the middle of an ordinary street. But no, the number was correct, and there was a little sign next to the door reading “Ishigami Laboratory.” After a moment of hesitation, she rang the doorbell.

An enormous man with dark hair opened the door, and Yuzuriha held back a gasp—he was quite handsome, with a strong jaw and impressive muscles.  

“Oh!” He gasped. “Hello! I—how can I help you, Miss?”

Yuzuriha shook off her shock. “Um, I’m Ogawa Yuzuriha. I’m here for a…job interview? At three o’clock?”

The man’s eyes widened. “Oh! Oh you’re—right, sorry, please come in!” Yuzuriha was ushered inside and to a couch.

“Would you like some tea, Ogawa-san?”

“Um, sure. Tea sounds lovely, thank you.”

As the man busied himself with a teapot, Yuzuriha glanced around the floor. It looked pretty much like how you’d expect an average home to be, with neatly arranged furniture and flowers on the dining room table. This doesn’t exactly seem like a science laboratory…

The man set down a tray with two cups of steaming green tea. “Oh, I should introduce myself! I’m Oki Taiju, S—Dr. Ishigami’s bodyguard.”

Yuzuriha fought back the urge to raise an eyebrow. What’s a bodyguard doing giving job interviews? “It’s nice to meet you, Oki-san,” she said politely. 

Oki smiled at her. “So Ogawa-san, you’re interested in being Dr. Ishigami’s personal assistant?”

Yuzuriha nodded. “I saw the advertisement in the paper, and I applied right away.” Not technically a lie—she did apply to the ad immediately, along with three other jobs that had already rejected her. Personal assistant wasn’t exactly Yuzuriha’s dream role to play, but she needed something to pay the bills and it didn’t seem too difficult. 

“Is that envelope for me?”

“Yes, I brought my resume and credentials,” Yuzuriha said, opening the envelope she’d brought with her and handing Oki the papers inside. He scanned them appraisingly as she sipped at her tea, eyes widening. 

“You last worked at a fashion magazine, Ogawa-san?”

“Yes, as secretary to the editor,” Yuzuriha said. “I know I don’t have much experience listed with being a personal assistant, but I’m well versed in answering phone calls, sorting mail, and organizing schedules.”

She’d hoped to rise through the ranks and acquire some connections in the fashion world, but that work environment…Yuzuriha repressed a shudder. Quitting that job was probably one of the smarter things she’d done in her 30 years of life. 

Oki nodded. “That’s mostly what we’re looking for anyway. Dr. Ishigami doesn’t have a lot of time to answer messages, and if he ignores people too much they get upset.” He handed the papers back to her. “Would you be okay with starting tomorrow?”

Yuzuriha blinked. “Huh? Aren’t you going to ask me some more questions before just giving me the job?”

 Oki scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Ah…I’ll be honest with you, Ogawa-san…you’re the only applicant we’ve gotten in weeks.”

Yuzuriha stared at him. “Oh.” What was she supposed to say to that? “I…would’ve thought that a renowned scientist like Dr. Ishigami would have people lining up to work for him,” she said eventually. 

Oki sighed. “Yeah, you’d think that, huh? But Dr. Ishigami is…” he shrugged. “He can be a bit…much, for some people. Not that he’s a bad person! Really, he just doesn’t mix well with others.”

“I…see.” That could be a red flag, but Yuzuriha really, really needed this job. “Well then, I’ll do my best!”

Oki smiled so blindingly bright Yuzuriha nearly had to shield her face. “That’s great!” He bowed his head suddenly and she squeaked in surprise. “Thank you so much, Ogawa-san! Really, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so grateful you’ll be working with us!”

“Ah, I’m glad too!” Yuzuriha stammered. Was he that desperate for someone to accept the job?

Oki stood up. “Okay, let me give you the tour!”

“So, um,” Yuzuriha said as Oki led her through the house and pointed out the bathroom, the office where she’d be working, and the library. “Dr. Ishigami’s laboratory is also his home?”

“Yep,” Oki nodded. “He doesn’t like commuting to work, and he’s very particular about the way his equipment and research is set up—he doesn’t want anyone else messing with his process. The lab covers most of the basement floor, while the rest of the house is living space.”

“What’s Dr. Ishigami’s schedule like?”

“Oh, right!” Oki nodded. “Okay, so usually he gets up around 10am, works until 2pm, has lunch, then works until 7pm, has dinner, then works until 1am and goes to sleep. Unless he has an event or a meeting he needs to go to, that is. You’ll be in charge of keeping track of those.”

“Uh, right…” Yuzuriha tried to focus on the frankly very generous wages she’d been offered. “So then…shouldn’t you show me around the lab?”

His face fell. “Ah, well…Dr. Ishigami doesn’t really like strangers in his working space.”

Yuzuriha frowned. “But I’ll be going down there at least a few times every day, right?”

Oki scratched his chin. “Well, he’d prefer it if you didn’t. There’s a phone line in the office that goes directly to the lab, if you really need to talk to him while he’s in there. Otherwise you’ll probably only see him in the mornings and when we go to meetings or events.”

Okay, the flags were getting a little redder, but Yuzuriha tried to look on the bright side—at least the guy wouldn’t be constantly in her face all the time like her last boss.

With the tour complete and the paperwork in order, Oki saw Yuzuriha out the door, and she found herself looking over her shoulder at the house as she walked away.

I hope this isn’t a mistake…

[dotedlover]

when we burn

summary: cecilles scrambling efforts leave her clawing for some sort of normalcy despite the deep cracks in the glass. even with said efforts, its too late to put back together the shattered pieces that lay on the floor, and maybe the new year will truly bring unwelcome new beginnings. warnings: domestic abuse, violence, possible ableism regarding cecilles infertility, vulgarism, Silas fucking Barnett note: took a creative writing class a few months back and our main assignment was to create a snippet of a script of a story as if it were to be a on stage performance. I obviously took this as an opportunity for cecilles character and settled on a part of their argument on new years eve that results in silas burning down dove wood orphanage hours after. this is nowhere near finished but im proud of it enough to show it on here. additional information: cecille is 22 in this scene, and her character when shes 25 and in the manor is drastically different, seemingly more forgiving and meek than post-fire cecille. readjusted some of the formatting so it better fits Tumblr

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Place

Dovewood Orphanage in Berkshire, England

Time

New Year's Eve. Evening.

ACT I

Scene I

Setting: Dovewood Orphanage, humble and homey. A large kitchen, leftover food from celebration rests on the stove and countertops. 

At Rise: CECILLE, cleaning up dishes, humming to herself, looking out the window in front of her from time to time. SILAS, her fiance, sitting at a table cradling a glass of whiskey. His eyes flicker to the drink in his hand and CECILLE at the sink. Children are heard laughing in a distant room.

SILAS 

New Years. Tomorrow.

CECILLE

(CECILLE raises her eyebrow and looks over her shoulder) 

"Yes. Tomorrow."

Pause. 

CECILLE (sighing.)

(CECILLE turns her head back to the sink)

"What about it, SILAS?"

SILAS

"Just… thinking. New Year’s. Fresh start… resolutions."

CECILLE (hesitantly)

"Of… course. The little ones already scribbled their hopes on paper…"

SILAS (curtly)

(SILAS swirls the whiskey in his glass then takes a sip.)

"CECILLE."

CECILLE (blunt)

"No. I told you, don’t ask again."

SILAS

(SILAS grip tightening around glass, now bouncing his leg impatiently)

"Oh, but of course. You don’t have to make any changes. But I could resolve to not get any more angry than I am with this… prison."

(CECILLE puts the last dish on the rack, turns off the faucet and leans forward, still facing away from SILAS. CECILLE dries her hands on her apron.) 

CECILLE (pleading) 

"SILAS, please. Not tonight."

SILAS (mocking)

"Though, I doubt the resolution would do me any good."

(CECILLE turns around, leaning against the sink and crosses her arms, glaring.)

CECILLE (boldly)

"You know why this is important. You know why we can’t throw this away. Don’t act like a child."

SILAS (scoffs)

"If I did, then maybe you’d fucking finally pay attention to us for once."

(Both CECILLE and SILAS glare at one another)

Pause. 

SILAS 

(SILAS takes a drink from his glass, then stands up) 

"It’s always about them, them, them! What about us, Cecille?! Taking care of them-"

CECILLE 

"They’re children."

SILAS (voice raised)

"What about u-"

CECILLE (low, sarcastic) 

"Maybe we’d have more time together if you’d actually help out."

(SILAS slams his hands down on the table. CECILLE doesn't flinch, her eyes darting to his hands then back up to him.) 

CECILLE (quietly) 

"Like you used to."

Pause. 

SILAS (sighs)

"This isn’t what I wanted."

CECILLE

"You agreed. You offered this life for us."

SILAS (curtly)

"This isn’t what I wanted."

CECILLE (frowning) 

(CECILLE moves her hand to her stomach)

"Well I’m sorry I couldn’t give that to you. But don’t act like you didn’t know. You said you didn’t care about that anyway."

SILAS (sneering)

(SILAS rubs his engagement ring)

"Well, maybe I should’ve. I sacrificed a lot choosing you."

(CECILLE pushes off the counter and stands on the opposite side of the table from SILAS.) 

CECILLE 

"And this was easy for me? I gave up everything for you!"

(SILAS grabs his half full glass of whiskey and throws it at the wall violently. CECILLE flinches, shards scattering.)

SILAS (yelling) 

"And you still ended up with what you wanted! Playing ‘Mommy’ for kids that aren’t even yours!"

CECILLE

(CECILLE grips the edge of the table)

"At least I’m a mom!"

(SILAS, sneering)

"You’ll never be a fucking mom."

Pause. 

(SILAS whisks out a lighter and cigarette from his pocket as CECILLE holds back tears. CECILLE grabs the lit cigarette from his mouth, and slamming it down on the table, flinching at the burn) 

CECILLE (crying)

"Y-you’re acting like I wa-wanted that. Like I didn’t want to ha-have a kid with y-you."

(SILAS stays quiet, though he flinches at her words, regretting his previous line. CECILLE feels her stomach twist and bile threatening to make its way up to her mouth. CECILLE swallows it down.)

CECILLE

"L-like it's any easier se-eeing you drink your ass away every night. D-don’t you think I feel alone too? When we get married, will I be nothing but a wife to you?"

SILAS 

"So I’m the bad guy?!"

CECILLE 

"Do you think that I like seeing you like that? That it’s healthy for the kids seeing their father like that?!"

SILAS (scowling)

"I’m not their dad."

CECILLE (lowly) 

"You’re the closest thing they have to one. Deal with it."

Pause.

(SILAS shakes his head and pulls out another cigarette. CECILLE snatches it from his hands and scrunches it in the palm of her hand) 

(CECILLE, scolding)

"No smoke in the house. You know this."

(SILAS angrily pushes himself away from the table and towards the door, grunting) 

SILAS

"You always want me to change. You never do."

CECILLE (sighing) 

"I just want what’s best for them." 

SILAS (blunt)

"You never want what’s best for me."

CECILLE

"I want what’s best for us."

Pause. 

SILAS (tired) 

(SILAS pinches the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply)

"I need a break. I’ll… be back before the New Year."

(Enter CHILD 1) 

CHILD 1

"Mommy…?"

(CECILLE and SILAS look at the child, Cecille moves in front of the shattered glass to block the view with her dress)

CECILLE (cooing) 

(CECILLE slightly bends down)

"Hi, baby. What happened? "

CHILD 1 (excited)

(CHILD 1 takes CECILLES hand and slowly drags her along.)

"We wanted to show you something!"

CECILLE, (hesitantly)

(CECILLE kisses the head of CHILD 1)

"I… I’ll be there right now, Love. Let me finish talking to papa, okay?"

(CHILD 1 smiles warmly at CECILLE and SILAS and nods, exits)

(CECILLE sighs and stands up, eyes flickering at SILAS and the shattered glass and alcohol on the floor) 

CECILLE 

(CECILLES hand motions to the mess)

"Clean that up before you go."

(SILAS scowls, his eyes darting to the mess he’s made) 

CECILLE (hesitant, sighing) 

(CECILLE turns to the door and begins to head out of the kitchen, though pauses in the doorframe and looks back at SILAS) 

"Love… you."

Pause. 

(When CECILLE gets no response from SILAS, she sighs.)

(CECIILE exits)

FADE TO BLACK

[ppg-villains-defense-lawyer]

PPG Fanfic: Sins Of My Youth

Chapter 31: The Games We Play

Rating: T

Genre: Drama/Angst/Friendship

Characters: Ace, Snake, Lil Arturo, Big Billy, Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup, Him, Sedusa

Pairings: Ace/Sedusa, Ace/Snake

Story Summary: The gang, now in their early 20's, have moved up in the world. Now with their own apartment, jobs, and (mostly) law-abiding lifestyle, you might even say they're redeemed. But, not all is as it seems.

As Ace grows to resent his boring, minimum-wage life and his grudge against those who put him there increases, he makes a decision that could change his and his friends' lives forever.

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"Are you Professor Utonium?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Professor Nicholas Marlow," the man on the other line said. "I've been given the privilege to foster your extraordinary daughters."

The Professor snapped up in his seat. "You have Bubbles and Blossom with you? Right now?" he asked. "Oh, how have they been? Are they alright?"

"The girls are fine," the man assured him. "They're adjusting surprisingly well, I'd say."

"Can you put them on the phone?" Professor Utonium begged. "Please, I just need to hear their voices-"

"I actually had a better idea," Professor Marlow said. "You see, I told the girls the other day that I'd take them to visit their sister Buttercup in the hospital, I know they're terribly worried for her. I'm sure they'd love to see you as well, and I thought it would be a nice surprise if you could meet us there. Are you free tomorrow morning around ten?"

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Curtis and Honey Autumn This or That 🍂

Week Eight: Thrift Shop or Library

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Your school day is done and you are taking a few moments of peace and quiet to enjoy the library.

Warnings- Curtis is a menace.

A/N- LAST TWO DRABBLES! wow, this was so much fun to do and I loved these small snippets in their everyday life. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. And if you guys would like to see another series similar to this one in the future, let me know. (for any of my pairings, doesn't have to be Curtis and Honey) Again! Thank you so much for everything, you all are absolutely the best.

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You hummed, happy with your little quiet bubble in the schools library. The kids were headed home at the end of the day and you had planned on taking the last bit of afternoon to jump start your next science course for your students . 

Curtis already knew you would be late getting out having told him as he was headed out the door for work. So you were soaking in the sensation of being around all these books, getting lost in the endless shelves available to you. Endless book spines were calling your name with titles, some familiar, some not. Once in a while, you would pull one out, cracking it open to browse its contents. Like an old friend greeting you once again.

From somewhere the libraries door opened and boots on the linoleum sounded, but you ignored it, not paying attention to a building that was always sounding like banging doors and shuffling feet. You had learned a long time ago to tune out such noises.

It wasn’t till you heard a gruff rumble and saw a large hand brace against the shelf by your head did you pay attention, twisting around to see Curtis right behind you. He must have showered cause he had changed between now and when you saw him leave that morning, his typical work uniform gone for a forest green button-up plaid and black jeans. “Didn’t even hear me say your name, full teacher mode? Next time I will have to call you Miss.Y/L/N.” He chuckled, a warm calloused hand coming up to cup your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. 

Fresh mint and the masculine taste of Curtis filled your senses, getting lost in the feeling of plush lips and slight roughness from his beard, you let your hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck, sighing happily into his kiss.

Now this combo, browsing books and getting to feel Curtis step in that much closer, his hard body warm as it started to pin you in place, you could be okay with this. 

“I don’t think Miss Y/L/N is allowed this much PDA in the library.” You hissed against his mouth before taking another kiss. Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him in closer. His hips pressed tightly forward, pressing you back firmly against the bookshelf. 

“What about my Pretty Girl?” A tilt of his head had his mouth trailing your jawline, tone deep and graveled as he gave you all these little sensations that had you breathing heavier. “She want this PDA?” 

“Oh yes, very much so.” You sighed while letting your head tilt back to let him have more access to you. You felt his hands heavily trace your curves, flexing his hold where your body was a little extra till his hands landed on your ass, really grabbing a hold there and lifting you a bit. 

“You drive me fucking insane when you’re all in your teacher mode. Legs around me Honey.” He growled as he went back to your mouth, keeping you from being able to protest him lifting you. Your legs swung around his waist, ankles locking in the small of his back to keep him from letting you go. “Fuck you're so fucking perfect.” He groaned as he pressed against your core, making himself grind against your clit. Just the right amount of pressure made a soft cry rise up into his mouth, clutching at him. “That’s right Sweet Girl, feels good doesn’t it.” 

It did, you couldn’t help the little rock of your hips at the sensation as you continued kissing him, panting against each other heatedly. The library just melded away, like you completely forgot that anyone could walk in on you two making out and grinding against each other. 

“Again, please?” You whined needing it again and Curtis obliged while biting your shoulder, his hip pushing into you, now his erection throbbing against you while grinding against your clit. The rough fabric a barrier between the two of you was making you so damn sensitive, aching for more. 

You felt seconds away from going further when voices sounded nearby, some of your colleagues were discussing their days when you two froze. 

Curtis pressed his hand against your mouth to keep the squeak of surprise muffled while he started to ease back. 

You dropped your legs to land on your toes and loosened your hold, looking down between you two. “Curtis.” You whispered while he straightened your clothes out. “You gotta stay behind me.” 

He groaned, his gaze heated still. “Shit Honey, don’t put those images in my head.” He huffed while you stifled a giggle, turning him to face the bookshelf instead, hiding the bulge in his pants. You snapped out a book and flipped it open quickly. 

“Quick, pretend you're reading this.” You just handed him a copy of Matilda by Roald Dahl and that made him arch a brow at you, clearly stating he was doubting your plan. But he flipped it open and skimmed his eyes over the words, pretending it was fascinating. 

Seconds away, they were just about to go around the corner and stumble on you and Curtis. You angled yourself beside Curtis, grabbing your own book from the shelf and were ready to cut off the teachers. 

You felt Curtis next to you, nose in his book, with his shoulders shaking, trying not to burst into laughter. And then they crested the corner, you and him hiding your faces in books while trying not to laugh.

[roswellsmokingwoman]

Weren't We Friends? - Chapter 1

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Rating: E Tags: Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Human AU, Teacher AU Summary:

A single night changes the course of their friendship. Six years of friendship, set to teeter on a thin wire because they'd lost themselves for a moment. Everyone else, however, at Eden College, thought Aziraphale and Crowley would have come to their senses ages ago. Some thought they'd been together for years, having told no one, but others knew they were simply fools in love too blind to see it. When they return from holiday break, teachers and students scramble to understand why neither is speaking to the other. But heartbreak and misunderstandings are hurdles difficult to overcome, and Aziraphale and Crowley are too stubborn and too afraid to admit their feelings. How long can they last before they miss each other and decide to risk it all, again?

Snippet:

“Do it again,” Aziraphale says. 

Crowley follows command, digging his fingers into Aziraphale’s sides while Aziraphale wraps his arms around Crowley’s neck. It’s clumsy and hungry, a gnashing of teeth and tongue as they find their bearings. Aziraphale loses himself in it, to Crowley, who knows how to reduce him to nothing, to free his mind of sense and apprehension. Crowley tugs on the thickness of Aziraphale’s lip with his teeth and he forgets why he should worry. He doesn’t think about what the kiss means, only that Crowley is draining him until he’s an amorphous puddle on the ground, one for Crowley to scoop up and carry wherever he pleases.  

Neither man is drunk. They each had a glass of wine, and Crowley a finger of Talisker after that. Aziraphale downed a cognac quickly when Crowley’s back had been turned. It's not enough alcohol to lower their inhibitions, but the taste of it is on their tongues, convincing enough for plausible deniability. Without its shroud, neither could’ve done this.

Crowley couldn’t have spoken otherwise, but Aziraphale moans, and the words rip free from him. “I want you, you’ve no idea how I’ve wanted you.” He presses kisses down his jawline, down his neck, onto a strip of naked collarbone the sweater doesn’t cover. “You make such beautiful sounds for me, angel.” 

“Oh, Crowley.” 

“Tell me if you want this too.” That you want me .

“Please. Yes. However you want me, I–” I love you.

[theredeyeswolf]

A sea of misfortunes - Chapter 2: A decision

Written for @mlbigbang2024

Chapter Summary:

In which Marinette makes a decision that changes everything about the trip.

Snippet:

“So, you already know where we are going, don’t you?” Adrien asked Marinette. “Yes, I do. Nathalie sent me an email about it,” Marinette explained. “Did she tell you the details about our trip?” Adrien was curious about how much Nathalie told Marinette about the prize. Marinette was a little confused about why Adrien was asking her all of this.  “You didn’t know?” Marinette settled into her seat while the Gorilla drove them to their destination. She thought that maybe Adrien didn’t know much about it.  “More or less, it was a secret. They were afraid that someone else would tell it, so the only ones who knew who the winner was were my father, Nathalie and partly me. Although I am not supposed to know,” Adrien whispered in the last part.  “Oh, that’s fine, I guess.” Marinette put her hands together in her lap. Maybe that’s why Adrien was looking at her that way in school that day.

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[ladytauria]

trick or treat!

thank you for asking! 🎃

have a snippet from the vampire!tim wip~ tentatively titled icy hands, icy heart, and based around this summary:

Tim assumes the others know he’s not, and never has been, human. He's wrong.

tentatively am thinking it's going to be jaytim but right now all i have is 2k words of jason, damian, and duke discovering tim's vampirism, and tim discovering that, in order for people to know things, you have to tell them.

in his defense, he did tell alfred, bruce, and dick. (& maybe babs)

“So you’ve been a vamp this whole time?” Jason is scrutinizing him—particularly his neck.

“I was born one.” That gets Jason’s eyes on his face again.

“Vampires can have babies?” Duke blurts.

“Yes,” Tim says. Though not without difficulty. If one of his parents had been human, it would have been easier—but they weren’t, and it hadn’t been. His parents were… protective as a result. Their jetsetting hadn’t been born out of a desire to see the world at any cost—though, Tim was sure it factored in—but, rather, decreasing the possibility they could be exposed. It’s hard to suspect someone of vampirism if they’re never around, after all.

That was also why they had so little in the way of domestic help—especially after a near-miss with Tim’s last caretaker. And why they moved him schools so often. (He had to miss so many days, especially in the summer and spring months, when everything was bright and sunny. Online school would have been easier, perhaps, but inspired its own problems. Tim needed to be as normal and human as possible.)

Tim isn’t sure those had been the best decisions—and neither, in the end, had his father. But it was too late to go back and change them now.

“I’ve… definitely seen you out in the sun,” Jason says, though he sounds as if he’s suddenly doubting his recollection.

“You have,” Tim agrees. “It’s… taxing. I have to feed well before I head out, and even then, I make sure to cover up as much as is reasonable. It helps that Gotham is the way she is, though.” Nearly perpetually cloudy, the sky clogged with pollutants despite environmentalists’ (and Wayne Enterprises’) best efforts.

“I’ve never seen you drinking blood, though,” Duke says.

“Yes you have,” Tim counters. “You just didn’t realize that’s what I was doing. I don’t usually feed from people. I buy pig’s blood from a local butcher.” A discreet one, who catered to people like Tim. “I don’t drink nearly as much coffee as it looks like I do.”

“Oh.”

“But you do drink coffee,” Jason says, the skin around his eyes creasing suddenly. “Don’t you?”

Tim remembers the bag of expensive coffee grounds Jason left at the Nest, a few weekends ago, and smiles. “Yes. I can drink and eat human food. Mostly for the taste, but I do have to be cautious with caffeine and alcohol. Hits my bloodstream much faster, you understand.”

“You don’t feed off of humans?” Damian asks, scrutinizing him again.

“Not usually,” Tim repeats. “There have been a couple of emergencies, and I’ve had to drink from Bruce and Dick a time or two.” And, of course, there had been Tam, during his time away. That had been the most he’d ever fed from a human before, and he understood why some of his kind refused to feed from anything else. The taste had been exquisite, and the power—

Tim mentally shook himself.

“What about…” Duke gestured vaguely towards the medical bay. Everyone—except Tim—had a cache of blood there, to be used in case of emergencies.

Tim shakes his head. “Too processed. It’s like eating a snack cake, except it also tastes disgusting.” He had tried it once, during that first emergency. He hadn’t wanted to bother Bruce. Just the smell had made him want to wretch, but the actual taste? Ugh. And even draining the entire bag had done very little to quell the hunger. He hadn’t tried it again since.

Jason snorts. “Tracks, I guess,” he says, like he’d never thought of it before. Which, to be fair, he probably hadn’t. “So, s’that how you were able to stalk us for so long? Vampire magic?”

Tim snorts. “Oh, no, I didn’t have the energy for that,” he says, shaking his head. “It maybe helped that my reflexes were quicker, and I was still a bit faster than a human kid, but. No, that was all me.”

“What do you mean you didn’t have the energy?” Damian crosses his arms. “You were going out into the field impaired?” Despite being a head shorter than Tim, even with Tim being seated, he still managed to look down his nose at him.

Aw. Baby bat is worried.

“No,” Tim says. “Well—yes? I guess? Kind of?” He grimaces, and tilts his head. It’s been a long time since he’s had to explain any of this. “My parents didn’t want word getting out that we were vampires. There’s a lot of stigma, still. Few bad apples spoils the bunch, you know how it is. So, we pretended to be human, as much as possible. That meant I had to go to school. During the day. Which, like I said, is draining. I wasn’t—“ He paused, raising his cup to his lips. It’s coffee, this time, though now that he’s no longer consumed by his work, he can tell he needs to switch to blood soon, if he wants enough time to get down to normal strength for patrol.

“I wasn’t impaired in the way you’re thinking. By the time it was time to chase Batman and Robin—or, later, be Robin—I usually had time for a nap and some blood.” He didn’t always take the nap. “I wasn’t at ‘peak performance’ per se, but, I wasn’t exactly impaired, either.”

Damian’s face is pinched.

Tim sighs. “Look, physically, I was fine. Magically, I couldn’t do much. That’s all that means.”

The skepticism on Damian’s face gives Tim a bad feeling. Oh well. That's future Tim's problem to deal with.

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 29 - Hazard

Length: 1900 words Vore type: M/M, oral vore Fandom: None Other info: willing prey, feral snake pred, implied digestion Summary: A snake tries to nap on a golf course, and, somehow, gets a meal out of it.

Ssint wiggled his long, sinuous body, burying himself just a bit deeper in the sand. He had been hesitant to leave the safety of the woods, but the pit of sand, located fortuitously amid an otherwise uniform space of gentle, rolling green hills, was a warm and welcome change from the cool shade of the surrounding forest. And luckily, neither hungry harpy willing to risk their life nor passing dragon appeared in the sky as he'd made his move. He flicked his tongue out; his surroundings were strangely sterile of rodents and birds, but the scent of humans and their ilk was thick, along with metal. Of no matter; Ssint would simply have to stay aware of their movements.

…well, somewhat aware. He was pretty well-hidden, he had to admit, his golden-brown hide against the yellow-white sand. And with the pleasant heat, it was sorely tempting to nap so soon on finding his new spot. The serpent yawned, stretching his jaws and setting his lower ones back into place against each other-

Before he could finish closing them, something small and hard flew directly into his throat, its speed forcing it easily a foot deep. Ssint drew his head back - partly from the blow, but also in panic. Was he under attack? Was that just a small, very stupid bird? His forked tongue shot out again, wiggling up and down, as he tasted for any useful differences. In his mouth, a somewhat grassy taste had appeared, likely with the strange object. And the scent of humans - no, human and catfolk - grew stronger.

Ssint lowered his head when he realized what that meant; unfortunately, he did so right as an orange, striped cat lady appeared over the hill, along with a human man in strange, checker-patterned attire. The tiger pointed at him, and with growing dread, Ssint watched as they approached.

They stopped at the border to the sandy area, and from his hiding-place just barely covered by the sand, Ssint saw that the tiger, rather than being nude, wore a dress patterned like her fur would be, and the human wielded a thin, metal club. Did he intend to use that on him? He could only catch snippets of their whispered conversation:

"Just … two stroke …" the catfolk led.

"Nonsense … need to find … hidden."

"Do you not see the snake?!" she hissed, louder than the rest.

"Oh … idea," the human whispered back before taking a step forward. In a more audible voice, he addressed Ssint. "Excuse me, my good snake. Did you happen to see where my ball landed? It flew this way, but I lost sight of it over the green."

Ssint briefly debated pretending he didn't hear them, or that he didn't exist, but they definitely knew he was there. So, he raised his head out of the sand, shaking the grains off. "Er, I don't think so? What did it look like?"

The man held the fingers in his free hand apart a small amount - a similar size to the thing that had intruded on his throat. "It would've been about this big, white, covered in dimples. Going moderately quick, if I may toot my own horn."

"Hard to the touch?"

The tiger stared at her companion in disbelief. "You hit him?!" she said, exasperated.

"It's not like I was aiming for the sand trap!" he replied. This seemed to mollify her as he turned back to Ssint. "Er, yes. I'm terribly sorry; I hope I didn't strike anything vital?"

"Not… really?" The snake undulated his body, this time ascending from his hiding place; the tiger's eyes widened, and she took a step back. He gestured with the tip of his tail to a spot just before his stomach. "It went pretty directly down my throat, feels like it's around here."

"…I don't suppose you could give it back?" the man asked.

The catfolk tugged at his arm. "Just drop a new one and take the penalty! Before this snake… I dunno, but he's big!"

Ssint shook his head. "The ball's not big enough."

"C'mon, Rin, you know I always play it where it lies if possible," he remarked to the tiger, then addressed Ssint again, "could I follow it down and try to knock it out from there?"

Ssint looked him over. He'd eaten bigger without problem. But… "Disgorging meals is pretty uncomfortable, and really time-consuming to do safely, and I suspect miss… Rin? would want me to do that for you. So I'd rather not."

"I could treat you to a bigger meal after," the man said, at the same time Rin replied, "no, you can keep him."

This startled both Ssint and the man, but the tiger ignored the snake and stared her friend back down with a level gaze. "I still want to go to the party after this. So, Ter, mister "the recall ball is too expensive," you can either take the penalty strokes or pay for a rez, because I'm not waiting for you to go in and out of a giant snake just for the possibility of saving one stroke on a game we're playing for fun." Her tail lashed behind her, and Ssint swore she started to bear her fangs more as she continued.

Ter pulled a watch from his pocket, then nodded. "Rin, you're absolutely right. You did say you wanted to finish up for that, and I lost track of time. Though, er, could we pick this game up another day, maybe even tomorrow?"

Rin brightened. "Yes! Great! Good idea, let's just start on this hole next time, and-"

"Wonderful!" The man handed Rin the metal club, hopped down into the sandy pit, and approached Ssint's head. "Mind if I get my head and hands in last? I figure I'll have to do this like billiards." He lifted one foot out of his shoes and held it out to the snake.

"What?!" Rin shouted in disbelief. Ssint, operating largely on automatic instinct, swirled around Ter and lifted him in a couple powerful coils. It wasn't until he had the man all but immobilized and inches from his jaws that he paused and looked at the two. Ter, looking over Ssint's coils, nodded. Rin, however, had one hand against her face. "Rilla's whiskers… fine. Be my guest."

Ssint opened wide and guided the man's feet and ankles directly into his throat. He tasted of sand and sweat and cotton, or at least his clothes did. It was an odd experience. Not from the taste - a number of other humans, and even an elf once, had wandered from the grassy area into the forest, and from there into Ssint's jaws - but from his utter lack of struggling even while he still breathed. Or, near lack of struggling, but even still, Ter only pulled at his arms; his spine and legs stayed relatively very still. Ssint worked his jaws further up the human's legs, his lower jaw stretching to accommodate the growing thickness.

"Uh, good snake, would you mind freeing my arms? I'd like them over my head," Ter requested. For any fighting prey, Ssint would have immediately squeezed him harder, possibly even crushing the bones in his arms and ribs. But Ter… wanted to be eaten, for some reason. Another swallow carried his snout up to Ter's hips. The snake loosened his grip, before his own throat pulled the human's hands in and trapped them there.

The man yanked one arm up, then the other, and struggled no more. His rear slid easily past the snake's jaws, and just like that, Ssint had over half of him. The snake unwound all but one loop around Ter's upper arms, and ate faster; he was confident he was safe, but that was no reason to dawdle when there was food to be had. More and more of his scales stretched to allow his meal's body deeper, and Ter wore a flesh lined, yellow-scaled suit up to his chest, then his neck. Ssint freed his arms from the last loop, and confined much more of him in his gullet.

As the taste of Ter's hair laid across Ssint's tongue, the human called out to Rin, "pass me the club, would you? Don't think I can grab it from inside." The tiger passed him the tool, and his next words were for Ssint, "swallow away, good snake! But, if you wouldn't mind keeping your body straight and mouth open, that would make things easier."

Arms, of course, were not that difficult to swallow, nor the even thinner club; as the metal slid into the snake's throat, Ssint took the time to readjust his lower jaw once again. And then, with a final swallow, the outside world couldn't see the man or his club, except for as a lumpy bulge in his neck, and soon his stomach. Intentionally or not, Rin verified this fact by peering into Ssint's still-open mouth. "Yep, there he goes. Silly man."

She stood and stretched, then walked over to where Ter had stopped moving deeper. With a curled finger, so as not to scratch him, she prodded the snake's thickened gut. "This is beyond stupid, I hope you know."

"Ah-hah!" Ter exlaimed, albeit muffled by the layers of muscle, scale, and fat around him. Ssint felt him move around inside - again, it wasn't strange for struggles to be weak, but it was odd for them to not be struggles. After another brief moment of stillness, the human-turned-meal jolted; a second later, the strange, hard object from earlier flew from Ssint's jaws. Or, well, rolled gently. It quickly picked up sand, rolled downhill, and came to a stop against Ssint's tail, near one side of the pit.

Rin carefully stepped over the human-sized lump of scales and stared at the ball. Ssint watched her. After a couple seconds, she leapt to the grassy edge in one bound, then turned to face the snake. "Oh, a word of advice: don't rest in these. Nice as they may seem, enough golfers are bad enough that you'll get walked on a lot."

"Oh, really?" Ssint gathered his body out of the sand a bit more, when an idea struck him. "By the way, Rin, would you like to join your friend?"

"Hm?"

"Well, I know you don't want to waste time, but I have room in my stomach, and wonder if you'd like to spend an hour or two digesting."

The tiger lady snickered, then burst out laughing. Infectious as it was, Ssint joined in, too, giggling at his own joke. Once she'd recovered, Rin stood up and wiped a tear from her eye. "Man, I must be tired if that one gets me. But no, snake, I'll let Ter spend that time on his own. See you tomorrow - or not, if you wind up not staying there."

As she walked away, Ssint looked over to the tree line. If what she said was true, it would be worth it to head back… but he was also weighed down by a human who was growing increasingly fidgety as his stomach acids started to seep into his skin. So, with a series of wiggles, Ssint gradually buried himself again, and resolved to move… later.