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willyoubemycherryy · 29 days

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❧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬➬ this is absolutely nasty like I’m shocked at myself lmao, oof um let’s see, detailed kissing, hair pulling, flirting, google translate Italian, shorty gets positively pounded, flirting, teasing, unprotected s3x, manhandling, this is what happens in the hands of the h0rny and untrained😭🫵, lots of orgasms and consensual fun throughout ^^ 18+ MINORS GET OFF OF MY LAWN

“𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍...“

࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚. .

Since he’d be staying in Italy for a while, or at least until he got all the interview material he needed, his first act of business would be to learn the language.

True, he could get a translator but it would be more authentic for him to learn since he’d be the one speaking and asking the questions.

Naturally, Gregory decided that a native speaker would be able teach him best.

Enter you.

He had walked into the convenience store you part timed at and instantly forgot what he was there for when he saw you. The prettiest thing in a sundress he’s ever seen, soft skin glowing with a slight sheen from the heat, your alluring features making his heart race faster the longer he looked at you.

You were talking to a customer in Italian, smiling and nodding in agreement before sharing a laugh with them. Gregory swore he’s never heard the sound warm spun silk but now he can say he officially has.

The words from your beautiful mouth flowed so effortlessly that he knew you would be perfect for him.

The old man who you were talking to was a regular, stopping by every Wednesday to entertain you with stories about his “sweetie baby wife” and how the world won’t stop at losing just their minds, they’re lucky he’s not in charge before buying some cigars and leaving with a lazy wave and wink.

Giggling, you wave back, shouting out after him.

“Vacci piano, ragazzo duro~!”

Smiling to yourself, you look from the door to the newspaper shelf only to lock eyes with a tall foreigner.

The first thing you notice besides his height was that he was insanely good looking. Rugged wasn’t quite the right way to describe his features because while they were sharp, he was just too pretty for that. Biting your lip, you noticed he was broad too; barrel wide chest and thick arms, you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as classically handsome as him.

You’re so busy ogling him that when he’s suddenly standing in front of you, you startle but regain your wit quickly. Deciding to talk first, but in English.

“What’ll it be boss man?” Flicking your eyebrow up with a playful smile as you lean forward behind the register.

Gregory’s blood rushes south at the way your accented voice addresses him with a flirty look in your big almond eyes. Inhaling sharply he can’t help but smirk back at you.

“I’m looking for a translator since I don’t know much of the language here”, he says.

Goddamn his voice was deep.

Nodding your head to play off how flustered he had you, you get an idea.

Hot guy who needed help learning a language that you just so happen to speak AND moan?

You’re in.

While you’re thinking, Gregory looks you over with all kinds of filth running through his head.

You’d look so good whining naked on top of him.

He could live between your thighs.

What would you sound like when he’s stretching you out and fucking you dumb?

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by the clearing of your throat.

“Well most translators overcharge but since I’m so sweet and if you want, I wouldn’t mind helping you out…?” Realizing you don’t know his name, he rushes to give it to you.

“Gregory.”

“Right. Maybe I could help you out, Gregory…what do you think?” Letting your tone go from intrigued to lilting as you tilt your head to the side, looking at him through your lashes.

You were an absolute dream to him.

Stepping closer to you, he leans down to your face; propped up on his elbows near your own on the register and looks down at you with lidded blue eyes before smiling roguishly.

“I would absolutely love that.”

And just like that the learning process began.

You had taught him things like conversation and structure, how and what to call everyone, transitions and connectors, extensive words, places, and even the slang. Learning from you was hard but the difficulty had less to do with the language and more about how badly he needed to make you cum.

There was always this underlying tension between you two since the moment you met; subtle at first but the steady pent up attraction had it leaking into a more than intense desire.

Constant touches, flirtatious looks, innuendos so obvious that they bordered on invitations then came the teasing.

Whispering in his hear the correct way to say something when he didn’t quite get it right, biting your plump lips when you’d smile at him, but the worst, was the way you’d say his name. Rolling the ‘r’ so sexily that more often than not, it had blood rushing straight to his cock.

Moments like now.

“See? Sei un talento naturale, Gregory. Very good”, you say. Praising him sweetly. You were flirting, have been for a while now and you made sure he knew.

But with the way he reacts to you? The undivided attention, the way he’d strip you with his eyes alone, licking his lips and nodding when he focused hard on what you would say, the lingering hugs and wandering hands, not to mention how close his face sometimes got to yours…

It was only a matter of time.

“No~. Questo è tutto tu, bebé.” The low timbre of his voice makes you break out in goosebumps as heat licks up your spine.

“Yeah? It’s all me?”

“Mhmm.”

“How do I know though?”

“Come vuoi che ti insegni?” (How do you want me to teach you?)

Oof. That’ll make your pussy throb-

“THAT, dipende dal tuo stile..” With that it’s now or never as the air becomes thick with tension.

“That’s fine. Mines is ‘hands on’.

And in one smooth motion, Gregory yanks you into his lap, slotting his mouth over yours in a deep kiss.

He fits his hands around your hips as he completely devours you, one hand moving to slide into your hair, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, the suction of his lips and yours soon give to him nipping your bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

It’s so hot it makes you ache as heat soaks into your body and you moan desperately into his mouth. Gregory grips your hair tighter as he pulls it back to look at how pretty you look wanting and seals his mouth over yours again, swallowing your moans in the process.

Your cunt throbs as you hear him groan when he begins to sloppily lick into your mouth, his big tongue pressing against yours, rubbing his cool taste all over your pallet while you twitch and whimper in his strong grasp.

Sloppy wet kissing sounds along with your whimpers fill the room. The sounds would have made you embarrassed but you want him too bad and the way your tongues lazily swirled around each other’s, making more heat pool in your belly then drip down soaking your panties, made you forget about it.

Gregory groans into your mouth again before kissing you even hungrier to the point where you feel him in your throat as your eyes water in pleasure. You were starting need air but you don’t want it, not more than you want him.

He eventually pulls away and you gasp once your airway is free. The sudden influx of oxygen makes you dizzy as your clit throbs and you whine at him, begging with your teary glazed eyes for more.

Your whole body felt hot. The sensations were almost too good as you grind down on his fat length, moaning at the friction against your swollen clit while you unbuttoned Gregory’s shirt; becoming more desperate when you saw his happy-trail.

He pulls you back to his lips in another obscene kiss while you take his cock out, too desperate to take his pants off completely.

You freeze when you feel how big he is, eyes glazing over as you look down with a weak “oh.”

Gregory swears under his breath at your reaction, making a mental note to make you scream before kissing your ear.

“Sì? Babygirl likes seeing such a fat cock hmm?” He coos, making you gasp at his vulgarity.

“O-okay, if you don’t fuck me right now-“, was all you managed to get out before he lifted you to switch positions, you on your back before thrusting into your sopping cunt.

Your mouth drops open in a sharp moan at the stretch, the pressure almost killing you as you gasp and jerk underneath him. Determined not to cum so fast and make it last, but Gregory isn’t doing much better.

You looked so delicious under him, your back arched in pleasure as you cried out for him as he battered your sweet spots, warm and snug pussy drooling around his cock.

“Hnn - nnnnngghhhh!” The vulgar, borderline animalistic sound eventually forces its way through your gritted teeth when he finishes sliding home some moments later, your eyes rolling straight into the back of your head while your stuffed cunt sensitively flutters around the intrusion. He feels massive inside you. Not particularly long, but sufficiently wide enough to make it seem like he had you stretched right to the breaking point. It was simply too much, and your head lolls back in doped out bliss.

Fervently, your arms circle around his neck as he hunches over you so he can brace his hands on either side of your head, groaning as he moves his hips back before slamming them back in, setting a punishing pace as he fucks you.

You’re already toeing the line of a soul shattering orgasm just from having his cock bullied into you a second time, you toss your head back to peer up at him as if in a daze.

The whorish sounds coming from your throat drive Gregory crazy as he feels himself slip with how mind-tinglingly good you feel.

In a matter of moments he seems to be knocking that tender spot inside of you with near expert precision and you can’t quite catch your breath between helplessly bleating out in wordless ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight on me mami…wet little pussy..! Gonna cum all in you, stuff you full”.

You seize so suddenly it catches you off guard, so rattled at hearing that come out of his mouth that you clamp down on him, hard. You black out while your cunt is sent into a heated pulsing frenzy, wildly squeezing down on his cock so violently that it brings tears to your eyes. Tossing your head back again, you scream for him as you shake weakly through your mind numbing orgasm that you almost miss the moment your cunt erupts, spraying his front in arousal.

You screw your eyes shut with a keening shriek when a second spurt shoots out of you to further soak him but even then he doesn’t let up on the steady push and pull of his heavy girth along your palpitating cunt. Groaning into your mouth as he cums into your soaking heat, hissing through the waves of overstimulation. With no other option, you lie there and take it, your head a mess of static white noise that doesn’t clear up even when you finally start to come down from the high some moments later.

Boneless underneath him, you’re distantly aware of your shared release running down the sides of his cock in warm rivulets where he’s still wedged inside of you but you’re too drunk on satisfaction to care, kissing back weakly as he slips out.

No matter how hard you fight it, sleep overtakes you but one thing is for sure….

You can’t wait to teach him more♡︎. . .

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kageyuji · 7 months

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meeting his friends

⤷ oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo ; [gn!reader]

warnings/genre: none, just fluff :) also not beta read el oh el

notes: uhm. heyyyy i’m back from the dead. anyway its 2023 what is wrong w me IUFHRE

━━ oikawa;

oikawa had always been good about hiding his nerves. he made a habit of hiding his anxieties with a charismatic smile and witty line.

this is why his current predicament was a statistical outlier.

he sat at the door of the gym, where he could hear the impact of volleyballs on the ground and the sharp chirps of shoes against the floor. he could also hear his heart pounding in his ear and feel the heat rising from his chest to the tips of his ears. his palms were sweaty and he couldn’t manage to make himself stand still.

it was when he heard your voice call his name that he felt relief wash over him. for a moment, anyway.

you smiled. you were so happy, so excited, to finally meet his friends. don’t get him wrong — he was excited to show you off, and to finally get to brag about how great you were to his friends. the issue he had was the insecurity biting at him.

“are you ready?” you asked, voice near-mockingly sweet for how nervous he felt.

“of course, my dear,” he smiled, placed a quick kiss to your forehead, and grabbed your hand. his thumb began to rub small circles around your knuckles, although you couldn’t help but think that maybe it was more so to calm his nerves than yours.

as the door shut with an awkwardly-loud bang, his team stopped. a single volleyball bounced once more against the floor and hit iwaizumi in the ankle almost comically.

“hey,” he started. his mouth was dry. was he breathing fast? he felt like he wasn’t getting enough air. “this, this is y/n. i’m sure you’ve heard me-”

“they’re your partner, right?” mattsun called.

you squeezed his hand. the smile on your face eased the fluttering in his chest, almost, almost making him forget about the fact that he hadn’t said anything.

“yes. yes, they are.” he realized now that he was smiling. he squeezed your hand back. “and i imagine that they’ll be around for a while, so get used to their face.

━━ iwaizumi;

“i’m excited!” oikawa whined.

of course he was excited. excited because he knew how much oikawa had been itching to embarrass him ever since his relationship status had reached oikawa’s ears. iwaizumi, as much as he adored you, was painfully aware of this fact and had been equally concerned to introduce you to setter.

“i’m aware, ‘kawa, just don’t scare them off at the earliest convenience. okay?”

“loud and clear.” oikawa gave a mock-salute and sat back in his chair. it earned a small smile, but it didn’t change the fact that iwaizumi was a little bit concerned still.

a knock was heard on the door.

iwa was on his feet in his second and opening the door just as quickly. he met you with a smile, although you weren’t ignorant to the nerves hiding behind it. he had taken the time to text you on your way over and warn you that oikawa might subject you to embarrassing stories and (well-meaning) jokes at iwa’s expense.

“hey! i’m y/n,” you spoke.

“it’s nice to meet you,” oikawa smiled and stood up to meet you where you were standing just in side the door. “i’m oikawa. although i’m sure your boyfriend talks about me at all hours of the day.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night.” iwaizumi said. “anyway, you can come in and sit.”

oikawa mock bowed; back bent perfectly, one arm tucked under his chest and one against his back, pleased look on his face. the whole nine yards.

this was going to be… fun.

━━ kurro;

“i would imagine that i know how to impress my own partner.” kurro frowned.

“do you?” kenma asked, holding up the flowers he had gotten you.

he always meant well with gifts. although there were some times where he sent them without really knowing why he was getting them — he just liked to give you things, he supposed. regardless, he had bought the flowers with the thought process of them being a peace offering between you and his friends. why he needed a peace offering, he didn’t know, but he just wanted the interaction to go smoothly.

his favorite people were meeting each other. he was allowed to be a little nervous, alright?

that said, he drew his attention back to the flowers. met his black stare, kenma sighed.

“the thorns. and the leaves. take them off.” kenma huffed. he handed the bouquet back over to kurro. from beside the black-haired individual, bokuto gave the flowers a tentative sniff.

“get your nose out of their flowers!” kurro frowned again.

bokuto held his hands up in defense, although the three of them were now laughing. he joined kenma on the couch and left kurro to tend to the flowers. from his trek to the kitchen, they vaguely heard something and timing and leaves, although they couldn’t have been bothered to clear up whatever he had been babbling about.

that was, until a few minutes later when the two of them heard a knock. they shared a knowing look before bokuto fell over himself trying to race to the door. he opened it with record speed and a crazed look on his face.

you looked surprised to see him at the least.

“hi. uhm, bokuto, i assume?”

from behind him, you watched as a blonde grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him back into the house. he offered you an apologetic look. he called for kurro, before looked back at you.

“sorry. you can come in. well… it’s not my house, but you can come in.”

you blinked. well, ok then.

you stepped inside in time to see bokuto plopping himself down on the couch and kenma walking over to join him. as if on cue, kurro rounded the corner with roses in his hand.

his eyes darted from you, to the two of his friends, and then back to you. he looked akin to a deer caught in headlights before he muttered a preemptive apology for the two of them.

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moonlitlex · 7 months

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i have so much to say abt chalice of the gods so im just gonna copy paste my review from goodreads here. you can also read it on goodreads

ok. i promised i would hate this book. and i do. i hate this book. i also hate rick riordan. in addition, i hate capitalism. i promise that’s relevant.

let’s talk about the book now. i’ll cover the things i love first. i love percy jackson. i love grover. i love annabeth. i love sally. i love paul. i love percy annabeth and grover together. all of these things are very obvious and self-explanatory. percy is hands down THE main character of all time. i have nothing bad to say about him. his literal fatal flaw is loyalty. he’s actually perfect and has no flaws. this is expected from the son of sally jackson, the perfect person. paul is sweet and kind to sally and that’s really all that matters. annabeth is awesome and supportive and so is grover and they’re all besties forever. you get it. you’ve read percy jackson.

the jokes are better than before. there are definitely some legitimately funny jokes in this book, which i was really missing from the last few rick riordan installments. and i don’t think this is because rick suddenly got funnier. i think it’s because this style of joke works for percy. of all of rick’s protagonists, percy seems the most natural fit for these jokes.

sally is great. grover and annabeth are generally on form. so is percy, as much as can be expected from rick riordan at this point. i will elaborate on this later.

now to complain. this is the stupidest premise i’ve ever heard of. percy is a high school senior. he is going to go to new rome university. he needs 3 divine recommendations. this is already a stupid premise but don’t worry, it gets worse. poseidon reveals that the reason percy needs these recommendations is that it’s a special requirement for him specifically made by zeus. and the reason he gets to have this stupid requirement is that he’s a child of the big three and shouldn’t exist.

hello. zeus. yes, lord zeus, it’s me. alexis.

what the absolute FUCK are you saying.

this doesn’t MAKE SENSE. the only reason percy shouldn’t have existed was that the gods had a stupid pact to not have any kids because of a stupid prophecy. two things here. one - that prophecy is OVER. everything turned out fine. thanks to percy jackson. you’re welcome, gods of olympus. two - percy has literally saved olympus TWICE now. two times. this is genuinely such a dumb and made up reason to send percy on a quest that i can’t even turn my brain off and enjoy it. it’s not fun. leave percy alone. LEAVE HIM ALONE.

it’s literally insane how stupid this setup is. rick keeps writing books about how the gods are horrible and take advantage of the demigods and the demigods live terrible lives. in this book, percy has LITERALLY saved olympus TWICE and motherfucking zeus (literally) had to be talked down from making him get 25 letters of recommendation to 3. this is AFTER percy spent 3 years in pjo almost being killed and got his memory wiped for 6-8 months depending on which book you read in hoo and then got sent on a quest to save the entire world AGAIN. this CHILD got like a 2-4 month break (depending on which book you’re reading) and he woke up with no fucking memory and had to spend like 2 more months fighting monsters and the literal primordial earth goddess. and now he has to go on literally pointless quests that someone who didn’t just get back home from saving the actual world could ALSO just do. because he needs to get some fucking letters of recommendation.

look. genuinely. percy jackson should snap at this point in the story. this boy should’ve snapped like at least 5 books ago. at minimum. rick wrote the perfect setup to show us percy’s instant descent into madness. he should LOSE it. all the gods have done for the ENTIRE time he’s known he’s a demigod is treat demigods like disposable tools. this is the point in the story where percy goes. wow. luke was right. you guys are all assholes who don’t care about us even a little bit. i am NOT saying what needs to follow is a fanfic-esque dark!percy story where he successfully destroys olympus or something. what i AM saying. is at bare minimum this is where percy goes you know what fuck you i hate you guys and washes his hands of being a demigod at least temporarily. at the very least he should sit back and think yeah, i don’t really want to go to new rome university. it’s not worth it. i will just go to a different university. look. it’s percy jackson. he can literally one shot all but the most fearsome monsters (typhon, the giants, a drakon, etc). he is literally going to be 100% completely fine going to mortal university AND he wont have to deal with zeus’s annoying ass.

listen. MY percy jackson wanted to kill smelly gabe as a 12 year old because he abused his mother. MY percy jackson doesn’t like bullies. MY percy jackson challenged ares to a fight just on the basis that ares was a fucking asshole.

MY percy jackson is not going on useless fucking quests to go to new rome university of all places.

which reminds me. why DOES he want to go to new rome university. this is percy jackson. he LOVES new york. why is percy “what did they do to my city” jackson going to university ACROSS THE COUNTRY from the city he loves. why is he doing that. and hey look. sally and paul (and soon estelle) are ALSO going to be in new york. so like WHY is he leaving for real. percy my fatal flaw is loyalty jackson. IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE OK! it’s percy he is seriously not going to have issues with common monsters attacking him. we literally saw him fight off titans and giants a fucking hellhound isn’t gonna get his ass. WHY is he leaving. it does NOT make sense.

there’s this scene ok. where sally tells them she’s pregnant. and percy’s like oh my god…. i’m going to be in california…. and my sister is going to be here…. and i was just sitting there going. yeah bro. why are you going to california. i literally do not understand. you literally are from nyc. you live here. your family is here. your friends from chb are like a short pegasus ride away. there are like 50 universities in new york. just go here. why are you leaving. you are percy jackson. being a new yorker is literally one of your defining traits. stay here. WHY AR EYOU LEAVING I DO NOT UNDERSTAND PERSEUS

and listen. if your argument is that annabeth is going to be in nru. why the FUCK is ANNABETH going to nru!!!!! WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT!!!! EXPLAIN IT!!!! percy LITERALLY says annabeth is such an overachiever she’s already run out of ap classes to take. he literally says that. why the fuck is this girl going to nru where let’s be real her admission is guaranteed. annabeth is 100% someone who would want to go to an ivy. and would you fucking believe it there’s an ivy right here in nyc. like let’s be fucking realistic here. annabeth started her architecture career at SIXTEEN designing the city the fucking GODS live in. so like. don’t you think she’d want to be a bit more challenged. don’t you think she’d want to go to a university that is actually recognizable to mortals. annabeth did NOT love new rome that much like did richard forget what he wrote. this girl was freaking out about new rome until percy said he only likes it because they could live together there. she literally does not care about new rome and she is WAY too ambitious and academically inclined to be happy with going to some small as uni 99% of employers have never heard of.

this isn’t even the worst character assassination in the book. that award goes to the way rick wrote percy. percy. my darling percy. my beloved percy. perseus jackson. light of my life. as i said before, he is MOSTLY on form. the him really wanting to cali thing is definitely ooc for him but it is NOTHING compared to the sheer amount of times rick portrays percy as stupid in this accursed novel. his internal monologue is constantly shit like i’m always so behind annabeth and omg i’m being so dumb right now and annabeth calls me seaweed brain because i’m an idiot and blah blah fucking blah.

dick riordan has forgotten that perseus jackson is, in fact, not stupid at all. he is INCREDIBLY clever. he is just not particularly academically inclined/not very book smart and it would also be perfectly understandable given the fucking books that riordan wrote to interpret that as percy being very discouraged from engaging with his studies. he genuinely enjoys chiron’s class at yancy because chiron is an engaging teacher and encourages him. he spends 90% of his time in pjo deducing what’s going on with extremely limited information because rick decided none of the characters can tell him anything because of plot and exposition reasons. in son of neptune he literally just coasts on having sherlockian (not bbc that’s a whole other angry review) powers of deduction. to the point where the characters around him are amazed at how he’s figuring stuff out. literally in house of hades annabeth’s pov’s are constantly her commenting on how she gives percy shit for being a dumbass but he’s actually really clever.

it genuinely feels like at some point during the writing of mark of athena rick decided to just slowly start making various fanon ideas canon. percy being stupid is very commonly accepted fanon because he doesn’t realize how smart he is (and fans don’t realize he’s an unreliable narrator) and the fans also love to infantilize characters with more in your face adhd (leo is another victim of this phenomenon). we’ve spent 5 books in percy’s head and he doesn’t think he’s particularly clever so it makes sense to ignore the mountains of evidence pointing towards his quick and creative thought process in favour of haha percy is dumb jokes.

the wild thing is, percy isn’t even that hard on himself in pjo. he obviously doesn’t see himself in the same way we later come to find out other people see him (mainly thinking about hazel and frank in son of neptune, which is the only time in hoo he genuinely feels like the same character as pjo percy) but he’s not really dealing with crazy self doubt and self esteem issues. he does have his down on himself moments but they’re all extremely understandable given the context because he literally faces impossible odds in every single pjo book. at one point he’s disappointed he couldn’t tell that ares and luke manipulated him… like yes bestie that’s a very valid thing to feel upset and betrayed about. it doesn’t mean that he’s actually stupid though and genuinely he comes across more as humble and not realizing just how awesome and cool and interesting he is than anything else. percy consistently shows that he is really clever. half of pjo is percy figuring out a new and interesting way of defeating his enemies and the other half is percy figuring out how to bait his enemies into a duel to improve his odds. it’s horrible what rick does to percy in his internal monologue.

it’s to an insane degree. yes i realize i have already written 500 words about percy not being stupid alone but i must stress how egregious this is. it’s literally characters who have previously acknowledged percy’s intelligence who start remarking about how he’s stupid. in house of hades percy and annabeth get out of fucking TARTARUS and reyna makes a jab about how percy wouldn’t be able to find his way out of a paper bag without annabeth. that is an INSANE thing to say for reyna and for rick. rick has not written a stupid character so it’s weird to make that something a character does without really trying to show them being wrong. from reyna’s perspective, this is a guy she was complimenting a few short weeks ago. this is a guy she immediately wanted to make a leader at the camp that she loves and is her home. this is guy she barely knows and she pretty much immediately proposes to him. WHY would she suddenly start making jokes about how dumb he is? it’s not like she actually knows him better now. he came to the battle with reinforcements and basically immediately dipped after the feast. how are we to accept reyna treating our beloved perseus in this horrific manner? we simply cannot. it is unnacceptable. this is inaccurate.

it’s so WRONG to do this to percy. yES I UNDERSTAND I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS FOR TOO LONG. I DON’T CARE. PERCY JACKSON IS MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE AND I NEED TO DEFEND HIM FROM THIS SLANDER. I AM ONLY PARTIALLY JOKING. listen. liSTEN. this is the guy whose signature move is manipulate your enemy into dueling with you when you’re outnumbered or outmatched. he very coolly manipulated bob into killing his own brother (btw this was very hot and sexy and clever and attractive perseus is king of gaslight gatekeep girlboss). he is NOT stupid. he is impulsive. he is extremely oblivious about some things. he is NOT stupid. i watched perseus jackson grow up for 5 books and he is not stupid. i always say this. i always say that percy is not stupid and richard riordan refuses to listen to me.

there are such horrendous lines as “i am a guy of limited talents. if i can’t kill it with water, a sword, or sarcasm, i’m basically defenseless.” richard how DARE you say this about my beloved perseus. he is NEVER like this. he literally would never say that. even at absolute worst percy’s internal monologue was “this plan is stupid and will get us killed. but it’s the plan i have.” he’s NOT a being defenseless guy. what hte fuck are you saying. richard did you read your own books. RICHARD. DID YOU. at one point he says that he is constantly several steps behind annabeth’s thought process. he has literally never thought this before and it is also untrue. richard. i hate you. read your own fucking books oh my god.

ok. i think i have sufficiently harped on the fact that percy is not stupid. now i will complain about another thing. and this was just in one part but it bothered me and this is my review so i get to talk about whatever i want. if you don’t like it read someone else’s review. don’t hate read my review. i didn't charge you money to read it

at one point, percy has to wrestle a god who hercules once wrestled. and annabeth says something about hercules brute forcing it. and look. i GET that hercules was freakishly strong. i get that. i understand it. but when annabeth says hercules just brute forced it they’re both like ah shit i can’t do that. perseus. beloved. you ripped the minotaurs horn off its head with your bare hands as a 12 year old with no training. you are literally insanely strong as is. that is an insane thing for a 12 year old to be able to do. hell, that would be an insane thing for a grown adult to do. i don’t think rick realizes how op percy is. he was so caught up in making percy cool (which is, you know, extremely understandable and right and correct percy jackson is the coolest man in fiction for a reason i get it) that he forgot that he made percy extremely unbelievably powerful too. with the curse of achilles he was potentially matching minor gods in power level. he fights while sustaining mini-hurricanes and explodes glaciers and shit.

some more things. the prose is… acceptable. the plot reads like a fever dream. there is a smoothie shop called himbo juice that annabeth percy and grover are evidently regulars at. and there are. himbos. that serve. juice. so you can imagine what this fever dream looks like. like the last couple rick riordan releases, this one reads like published fanfiction too, just with better quality of writing than the sun and the star.

there are some WEIRD continuity errors in here. one of them is fairly minor but i still noticed it - percy says his father compared his mother to a princess. this is not true. poseidon compared sally to a queen. specifically, he called her “a queen among women”. i know this because i am sally jackson’s number 1 fan.

more egregiously, however, is annabeth’s yankees cap heebie jeebies. percy puts on annabeths’s cap and gets the heebie jeebies while using it. and then he goes wow annabeth. you never told me that using the cap is like this. and annabeth is like yeah well. power is like that. richard. riordan. did you fucking FORGET that percy has, in fact, worn annabeth’s cap before. and it was literally completely. once again, richard, did you read your own books.

one more good thing - when percy fights geras/gary, who is the god/personification of old age, the way he does it is by imagining him and his friends getting older and embracing it. this was a genuinely good and sweet moment and it was very touching. the trio’s talks about this after the fact are also absolutely a return to form from riordan. for like, a few paragraphs. but still.

the biggest problem is just how obvious it is that this book is a cash grab. we had pjo. then we had a sequel series. then we had ANOTHER sequel series. and now we’re getting random standalone novels that are extremely unnecessary and don’t add anything. rick riordan has dollar signs in his eyes. these are not stories that make sense. these are not stories rick genuinely wanted to tell. these are stories that are being told because the purpose of publishing books now is to maximize profit. (sidebar - i told you the capitalism thing would be relevant. you should believe me more often. smh) the only reason rick is still writing these books is that they make money. they feel extremely empty and hollow.

percy is trapped as a teenager forever because rick refuses to let him age up. percy accepting old age would make FAR more sense for a percy who’s in his 20’s and just now realizing that he lived past all the shit he thought was going to kill him and he has a real life that he likes and he could actually grow old now. but percy must be a child for marketing purposes, so he stays a child. the world itself is trapped in a cycle of the gods promising they’ll be better and the gods literally not changing at all. and for the sake of the book series, it can’t change. if we had real change in the world, that would actually mean something, silly. we can’t have consequences. we have to reset every 5 years like a fucking comic book so that we can make infinite money. this is the infinite money glitch irl. just make trash that doesn’t need to be made. the end point of capitalism is making trash no one asked for that has no artistic merit just because you can make money off of it.

by the way, dr emily wilson’s iliad translation, which was also out on the same day, is LESS expensive than this book. this cashgrab nonsense novel is MORE expensive than a book a professor in classics who has a phd spent 4 years on. this is just wrong. the fun and stupid cashgrab book should NOT be more expensive than a book that someone spent 4 years meticulously translating from ancient greek. it’s just so clear and in your face. trials of apollo absolutely felt like a cashgrab but at least there was SOME semblance of effort there. this is literally just the most plain and simple cashgrab novel you can make.

hey. you know the infinite monkey theorem? the infinite monkey theorem is that a monkey hitting keys at random on a typewriter keyboard for an infinite amount of time will almost surely type any given text including shakespeare. richard riordan is a monkey with a typewriter. you get it. you’ve read percy jackson.

rick riordan struck gold with pjo. it’s genuinely to this day one of my favourite things i’ve ever read, flaws and all. it’s FUN. it’s COOL. it’s THEMATICALLY COHESIVE. the characters grow and change. they feel like real people with personalities. it literally doesn’t even matter how op percy is because THAT’S how good of a character he is. he is so compelling that you want to read about him anyway even though you can tell right from the minotaur fight that this kid can decimate whatever opponent he has. the books are funny and moving because you can genuinely connect to these characters. the more i read rick riordan’s work, the more certain i am that pjo was a fluke. i don’t think he knows what he’s doing. i think he should retire from writing.

unfortunately for me, richard riordan seems to have no intention of retiring. he has announced another percy jackson book that will be released next year. i assume there will be at least 2 more books based on the setup in this one.

rick. listen. i know you’re listening because what else will you do with your time. rick, why are you doing this. hasn’t percy been through enough. when will it end. give it a rest. stop it. get some help. at the very least, read your own books before writing percy. i am right about him and you are wrong about him. you are the author and i’m killing you right now. i am strangling you and i am hitting you with weapons. all at once. i am very proficient at causing deaths. (this is a metaphor referring to roland barthes’ death of the author. i wish no bodily harm to richard riordan).

this book is… alright. percy is my smart king. sally jackson is queen of my heart. it’s a fun read but you do have to turn your brain off completely and read through some serious percy defamation.

[edit: i am downgrading this book to one star (was at 2). the more i think about it, the more angry i am. there is literally a paragraph tailor made to rub jason's death in our faces. it's about how he looks forward to getting old being married to piper and having grandchildren. it's a very low blow. jason is literally rick riordan's biggest missed opportunity and he's rubbing in how poorly he treated jason even after killing him off for apollo's character development.

annabeth still keeps putting percy down because rick doesn't realize how mean she is i guess. she's still scared of him. canonically. which is a really weird and fucked up thing to write imo. this relationship doesn't seem healthy in canon (they are healthy in my head, however, because i know what women are like) but rick refuses to address it or let them break up. i LOVE annabeth. i love her. but she is an extremely flawed character and rick never treats her as such. and it just makes it exhausting to read about her.

percy IS on form but it genuinely feels like he's tlt percy, not post hoo percy. his inner voice sounds way more immature than it has for most of pjo and in son. riordan also repurposes the "look, i didn't want to be a half-blood" line from tlt to make a dumb little joke about how high school is hard. it was a GOOD opening line. it immediately set the tone and told us so much about percy in literally just a handful of words. now it's a joke about how being a senior in high school sucks. it's this mcu-esque allergy to being sincere that pjo never had.

there is BARELY any grover in this book. i love grover so much that i was cheering any time he was there, but there is very little of him. he's in like 2 or 3 scenes and has his own side plot going on with juniper and being bad at understanding what his girlfriend wants or whatever. extremely unnecessary and not what i want for grover. this book kind of ends up feeling like it's about annabeth but from percy's perspective. she gets good moments at percy's expense. percy spends the book monologuing about how annabeth is way smarter than him and all he has is his sick ass water powers and the best swordfighting skill in 300 years, both of which are very downplayed. percy explodes a river and it's treated like this crazy freaky scary thing but two years ago in universe he made a volcano erupt and everyone was like yeah this makes sense percy is that powerful. in son he explodes a glacier and it's just a normal tuesday for him. he literally doesn't even react to it. and now we're supposed to believe his exploding and purifying a river feat is some unbelievable feat.]

in conclusion, i want a refund. no i did not purchase this book. however, i would like to be reimbursed about $5000 in emotional damages. i will also be suing richard riordan for defamation on percy’s behalf. good night new york city. and my beloved perseus jackson who lives in new york city.

#alexis.exe #pjo #cotg crit #rr crit #cotg spoilers #cotg #i hope yall who dont want negative stuff have the crit tag blacklisted lol dont come at me

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just-an-anon-reader · 2 years

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Hugs, Gifts and PIZZA

Summary: Donnie hasn’t seen you for two weeks. He needs your hugs. Bad. But little does he know about the surprise in store for him

P.S. Hello again! Thank you all for the love on my first story! They really inspired me to continue writing! So here’s another Rise!Donnie x GN!Reader. I hope you enjoy. (≧∇≦）

He held his phone with trembling fingers as excitement coursed through his veins. It was the weekend, finally. And he was gonna ask you out, again. It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve done something remotely romantic. Especially with you running off with your best friend, April O’Neil, every chance you got recently. And after two weeks of no hangouts or hugs from you, Donatello had a date plan. And it was going to be perfect, his calculations said so. All that was left was for you to say yes. So, with a shaky finger, he dialed up your number.

Ring...ring...ring...

“Hey, Dee!”

The sweet sound of your voice was enough to warm his cold-blooded body. He really did miss you. But of course, he’d have to die first before admitting that to anyone, especially Leo.

“Salutations my darling dearest, as it is soon to be the weekend, would you happen to be free tomorrow?”

“Oh Dee, I’m so sorry. I already got plans with April this weekend.”

To say that Donnie wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. But he couldn’t just tell you that! He can't just say that he was in desperate need of your hugs! He had a bad boy image to maintain.

“Oh! I...I see. Some other time then.” “Definitely! Oh, April’s here. I gotta go. Love ya Dee!”

With that, the call ended. He slumped down and sighed in defeat. Were you avoiding him? Or was April just much more fun to be with? Sure he was known to go on a tangent when it came to his tech, but you didn’t seem to mind. You even said it was part of his charm once.

“Oof what’s with the long face? I’m guessing it was a no, huh?”

Donnie could only nod his head in reply as Mikey squatted down next to him. Sensing his older brother’s distress, Mikey switched to Doctor Feelings.

“Awh Donnie it’s alright. I’m sure they’re just busy. Trust me, the moment they’re free they’ll come rushing into your arms.”

The purple-clad turtle gave his brother a look. The “really?” look. Mikey could only manage an awkward chortle to Donnie’s reaction to his failed attempt at comforting him. There was only one thing, other than you, that could stop his brother from moping.

“Come on Donnie, let's go watch Leo fail at a 14/40.”

“That does sound tempting."

With a sigh and a grunt, Donnie and Mikey made their way toward the living room to challenge Leo to do a 14/40. Just to watch him land on his face with a bowl of popcorn at their side.

Somewhere in New York...

“April! It's done!!”

The pigtailed brunette came bounding towards you and skidded to a halt as her eyes landed on the glimmering item in front of you. She grinned. Almost maniacally.

“You’ve done it! It’s beautiful...It’s time to put the plan in action.”

“Agreed...”

A few days later...

Donnie, after a thirty-eight-hour tech binge and a three-hour nap, stepped into the lair’s living room to find it void of his dummy-dumb brothers. Suspicious. Even more so when he found his father’s glutei maximi not parked on its usual spot in front of the projector. This is most suspect indeed.

“I haven’t had my morning dose of caffeine. So whatever prank this may be better be AFTER I get my cup in.”

His voice echoed through the empty lair as it bounced against its walls. With a huff, he groggily made his way to the kitchen. Which, definitely was not suspicious, was caked in pitch blackness. Donnie groaned. Was a peaceful caffeinated morning too hard to ask for? Feeling around the darkness with hands outstretched, he felt the switch and flicked it on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONNIE!”

That girlish scream you heard? It wasn’t from Donnie, no of course not. Must’ve been Leo.

“Hey, Dee! Happy birthday!”

Your present wrapped in purple paper with a cute violet ribbon in hand, you smiled and lifted your arms towards him. Silently asking for a hug. You’re lucky he loves you. And that he DESPERATELY needed your hugs.

“Come on, bring it in.”

Giddily, you wrap your arms around him. Cheek against his plastron as you give him a gentle squeeze which he reciprocates.

“Ugh come on! Don’t get mushy-wushy in front of the pizza!”

Leo grumbled, making choking sounds as if to make a point.

“Don’t mind the lovebirds fellas cuz it’s gift-giving time!”

Mikey was the first to give his. From somewhere behind him, he pulls a well-made wooden bust sculpture of Donnie. The likeness to its life model was uncanny. Second was Raph, with his Jupiter Jim plush toy. The newest bunk buddy. Next was April, with a new library card from her school. The premium kind. Then Splinter. Though he didn’t exactly have a gift. He just patted Donnie on the head. But man was this purple-clad turtle ECSTATIC. Last but not the least, was you.

“So...mine might not be as great as theirs, but I hope you like it.”

Pulling out the purple box from behind you, you gently place it in his hands. Carefully untying the bow, the box opens to reveal a beautiful, handmade purple satin jacket. On the back, embroidered in cursive were the words “Othello Von Ryan” along with his trademark.

“Did you make this?”

“I’m sorry for missing out on date nights. I had to ask April with the sewing.”

Only then did he notice the band-aids that littered your hands. There were too many for his liking. With a frown, Donnie slips on his new jacket and takes both your hands. Softly, he pressed a kiss on each palm. You giggled. A blush rising from the base of your neck to the tips of your ears.

“Ugh! Stop being a simp already!!”

“Scoff! I am NOT a simp. Also...why are you suspiciously nice today?”

“Hey! I’m always nice. And besides, call it, my birthday gift. From one twin to another.”

How suspect. Noticing you fidgeting from the corner of his eye, he gave you the look. The “I know you know something” look.

“So...you know how since you’re twins you both have to share birthdays? And how you get pranked every year? So I sorta...” “You didn’t” “I did” “What did it cost?” ... “Hegetstoeatasliceoutofyourshareofthepizzaforayear” ... “HE GETS WHAT?!!!! YOU SAID YES TO THAT??” “I love you?”

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise!donnie #x reader #Leo being sus #today is not his birthday but google won’t tell me when #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt x reader

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Hiya! Could I please request some headcanons for a reader being in a throuple with Aegon and Helaena please?

I picture this to be super chaotic and loving for some reason lol.

Truth be told, looking back on the whole situation, you had no idea how it happened.

One day you were playing with your siblings in the Riverlands and suddenly your father was calling you inside and informed you that you were to be sent to King's Landing to be a Lady-In-Waiting for Princess Helaena.

It was a frightening experience at first, leaving the only home you knew to basically be a companion to someone you didn't know.

Every frightening thought crosses your mind as you made the journey to King's Landing. What if people made fun of you for not being from King's Landing? You had heard your older sister say that the people there were snobs. What if princess Helaena was mean or boring? You'd still have to spend time with her and pretend you liked her.

Luckily, after you arrived, it didn't take long for you to bond with the young princess. The other Ladies thought both you and the princess were strange but were too afraid to say it to Helaena's face.

In your first year as a Lady-In Waiting, you learned more about bugs and creatures than you ever thought possible. You were covered in dirt more often than not and would stay late in the princess quarters talking and telling stories.

Your friendship developed into something more just a little bit before she was to marry her brother, Aegon. You stayed later in her rooms and holding her hand as the both of you ran throughout the gardens had turned into idly playing with her fingers as she kissed your knuckles.

You’re so enamored with the princess that you almost forget about everyone else around you. When you’re with her it’s just the two of you but now that you’re a bit older you have to be careful about how the two of you might appear to the other ladies-in-waiting, for they love to gossip and the rest of the court.

No one seems to catch on, well at least you think. Aegon has had his eye on you since you arrived and had noticed you growing closer with his sister-wife.

He saw the way Helaena looked at you and once, accidentally caught the two of you sharing a soft and sweet kiss. At first, he thought that the jealousy in his chest was because Helaena got you all to herself but he realizes that he wants to be a part of whatever the two of you have.

Aegon slowly tries to integrate into your life. It would have been easier if he was closer to Helaena, his wife and sister, but he wasn’t. However, he learned the best time for him to catch the two of you together without the other ladies following, is when you are playing with the twins, Jaehaera and Jaehaerys.

You love spending time with Helaena’s twins. They’re sweet and eccentric and always have smiles with missing teeth for you when you come by. Jaehaerys is like a peacock you once saw in Highgarden, he preens under attention and will show you everything he has (even though you’ve seen it already). His twin sister is a much more delicate soul and will often climb on yours or her mother’s lap and bury her face in her neck and watch as the people move about the room.

It doesn’t escape your notice when Prince Aegon joins the two of you on your visits to the nursery or when the two of you take the children out to play in the gardens.

It takes a moment for him to change his attitude towards Helaena, because even now that he does want her, an insult is always teasing on the tip of his tongue. It becomes easier for him, though, and he becomes kinder and more attentive.

You aren’t possessive over Helaena. You had realized that you loved her a while ago but knew that she was someone you could not fully lay claim to so it makes you happy when Aegon will say something and she’ll smile in return or when she inclines her head for him to kiss her on the forehead, which he does with a chuckle.

Eventually, the three of you start spending time together outside of seeing their children.

After Helaena’s nameday celebration, you and Aegon drag her down to the city for some fun. You and Aegon have gone before in secret and thought it was the perfect place for Helaena to finally let loose.

The first stop is a tavern that has quickly become your favorite. Aegon, of course, disagrees and says that there are better taverns in flea bottom but you want to ease Helaena into it tonight.

Despite your planning, neither you nor Aegon expected Helaena to be giggling and hiccuping after two cups of ale. You almost lose her when a group of traveling musicians dances down the street playing their music and Helaena immediately runs out to join them.

You look at Aegon with exasperation but he’s only smiling. He has never seen his sister so carefree and especially not around him. Eventually, the two of you decide to split up to find the princess.

After she is found by Aegon (he finds her in the Blue Pearl where a whore he used to visit frequently is giving her tea and nodding along to the princess ramble) the two of you bring her back to the castle.

You all fall into Helaena’s large bed after the long and eventful night and none of you expect anything to happen. That is until your eyes start to flutter close as sleep starts to take you, and you feel light wet kisses on your collarbone. You open your eyes and see Helaena’s large eyes looking up at you as she kisses all the skin that is available to her.

You look over at Aegon who is looking at his wife and her lady-in-waiting with a red face and a hardness in his trousers. He meets your eyes and you can see the hunger in his eyes.

You have never been able to deny your princess anything and as of late, it’s becoming hard to deny your prince of anything either.

When the other girl nips at your collarbone, you lose any semblance of restraint you have and kiss her back just as hungrily. You don’t remember how long it took you to strip the both of you but all you’re aware of is your lips on Helaena’s neck and fingers deep in her wet cunt and she pants and moans.

Aegon sits off to the side and watches the two of you. He fists his cock lazily as he watches his wife spread her legs for someone else to eat her out. It’s only when Helaena is brought to her first orgasm that Aegon joins.

He moves the two of you around like it’s nothing. Vaguely in the back of your head, you realize he has probably done this before but you ignore that thought when you look down and Helaena is between your legs and biting at your thighs and Aegon is behind Helaena, rubbing his cock between her folds.

The rest of the night is spent like that until you all fall asleep tangled together.

Things are just a little different after that night. What was hinted at is now explicit. When you hold the princess's hand it is no longer under the guise of friendship and when Aegon kisses the both of you on the cheek when he comes to join the two of you, you no longer deny the feelings you all share.

Each night is spent together. Most nights things turn hot and heavy but other nights you are all comfortable being in each other's company.

It only takes two moons to pass for Helaena to announce to you and her husband that she is with child again. You jump up to hug her immediately but Aegon looks up at her, pale in the face until you snatch him by the collar and pull him into the hug.

It’s after the princess begins to swell with the babe that you begin to think that she’s enjoying this way too much. You and Aegon wait on her hand and foot, refusing the help of any of the servants.

When you come back from sneaking off to the city, after hunting down a specific candy that Helaena had when she wound up in that brothel, you swipe the goblet of wine from Aegon’s hand with a sigh and down it as your princess happily eats the candy while rubbing her stomach.

Aegon laughs after you drain the contents of the goblet and jokingly tells you that perhaps he wasn’t the one to put the babe inside her because you’re the one that is acting more like the father.

This of course ends with you smacking him upside the head.

Despite knowing that Helaena is pregnant and that a child is coming, it still surprises you and Aegon when she starts her labors. Aegon runs throughout the castle to your chambers to inform you that Helaena has been calling for you and wrapped in a nightgown, you and Aegon rush to the princess.

The midwives and maesters allow you in, as you’re her lady-in-waiting, but Aegon is left outside. You want to argue it but when you see Helaena double over with a groan you go to her immediately.

The entire time you don’t let go of her hand. When she cries and begs for it to end you reassure her it’ll be over soon and that she’ll have a new babe for her efforts. When she asks about Aegon and if he is here this time, you tell her he is pacing holes in the corridor outside of the room.

Eventually, in the early hours of the morning, a little boy with silver tufts of hair and a scrunched up face is born. Aegon is let into the room immediately and ignores everybody until he is beside Helaena and their new child.

You look at the little family and feel a pit in your stomach.

The three of you had your fun but was it more than that? They are a family and you are just a companion, a lady-in-waiting from the Riverlands.

Aegon is the first to see you try to leave the room. He calls for you and when you turn back he’s beaming as he waves you over. You walk over hesitantly and look down at the small bundle.

“You didn’t think we’d get rid of you now, did you? You’re a part of this family.” Aegon nudges you as he takes the babe from Helaena’s arms and places him in your arms. “Meet Maelor.”

#house of the dragon #hotd #helaena targaryen x reader #helaena targaryen x oc #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x oc #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena x reader x aegon

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marvelobsessed134 · 8 months

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Sparks Fly part 2

Series masterlist

A/n: so sorry this took so long to get out 😭 also the timeline is kinda messed up but it’s 90s!tommy in this story so yeah takes place in the 90s

Pairings: Tommy Lee x Fem!Country Singer!reader

And soon enough you got a call from Tommy. He asked you out for dinner and of course you said yes. You’re so nervous, though. You know of his reputation and how he was with drugs not too long ago. But he’s so handsome and was so sweet you. You just had to say yes.

So, you’re in a light pink dress with peasant sleeves. Your hair in a ponytail with a light pink bow on it. Light makeup adorned your face. You had some pearl jewelry and white kitten heels. As you stood in front of the hotel room mirror making sure everything looked good when you got a knock on the door.

You sighed before shoving your nerves down and opening the door. Tommy stood before you with a grin on his face and flowers in his hand.

“Wow, you look…” he trailed off taking in your whole outfit.

You blushed, “Thanks.”

“Oh!” He said suddenly, jerking the flowers towards you, “I got you these. Wasn’t sure what your preferences on flowers were but thought I’d get ‘em anyways.” You took the bouquet from him and brought them to your nose, sniffing them.

“They’re beautiful Tommy.” You gushed before walking over and setting them on the nightstand. You’ll have to find a way to travel with them without them dying.

Then, the two of you were off on your first date. He took you to this very nice restaurant in Hollywood. Despite you having quite a bit of money yourself, it was way more fancy than you’ve ever been to.

The waiter showed you to your table and the questions began.

“So, I noticed you’re in a hotel…is your house getting renovated or something?” The drummer asked.

“Oh no. I live in Nashville but since I did a few shows here I stayed in a hotel.” You explained the most obvious reason why you were in a hotel.

“Nashville huh? So you’re a real country girl.”

You chuckled, “I guess you can say that. I’ve lived there my whole life. It’s my home yknow?”

“Yeah I can see that.”

It was quiet for a moment before you spoke up again, “So what’s going on with the band right now? I heard you guys laid off Vince?” It was a touchy subject sure, but you really wanted to know what the hell they were thinking when they fired the singer.

“Yeah, but it’s all cool cause we got a new guy, John Corabi. It’s better that way.” And he left it at that.

The two of you talked more and more, all throughout the night. You just couldn’t stop asking about each other.

As Tommy walked you out towards his Ferrari you said, “That was one of the most fun dates I’ve had in a long time.”

“Really?” He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “Yeah.”

“I’m glad then. I guess I held up to your standards?”

“Haha, yeah. I mean it’s not like I have any to begin with but you’re so respectful and sweet. Not to offend you but you’re a lot different than-“

“The media makes me out to be? Yeah. When I find a girl I really like I make sure to treat her as a queen.” Your stomach fluttered with butterflies.

The two of you got in his car and he turned on the radio but turned down the volume so you could still talk.

“I don’t believe I’ve asked you this but how old are you?” He asked.

“23.” You answered honestly.

“Ok, I’m 31. Was just making sure.”

“I thought you liked younger girls?” You teased.

“I do well- not under 18 girls you know…over 18? Fuck.”

You giggled as he tried to explain himself, “It’s fine. You know my mama told me not to go with older men better yet men in rock n roll bands but, you’re just so…different.” Tommy smiled at your southern accent.

“I’m not the best man in the world, I’ve done some pretty fucked up shit. Maybe not as much as Nikki but…” the drummer trailed off.

You put your hand over his that was sitting on the center console. He looked over at you with those brown eyes. “We’re human, we all do things we regret. That’s just how life works. Imagine if we didn’t do anything wrong, that’d be really boring and no lessons would be learned.”

“I see why you have an award for best songwriting.”

“Yeah, I guess Im somewhat of a poet myself.”

#motley crue x reader #tommy lee #motley crue #nikki sixx #vince neil #mick mars #fanfic #fluff #cute #sparks fly series #tommy lee x reader #90s tommy lee

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delopsia · 10 months

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are we allowed to send in whore-flavored prompts? 👀 if not please ignore thiiis ✨💐💃🏽💐✨

what exactly drew these three to one another physically? especially reader, since rhett and robby look alike buuut at the same time they don’t? lmao do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others learn or find out about? are they surprised or endeared? do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get? are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex? what about favorite positions? do rhett or robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming for either reader or each other? does robby have a thing about watching reader

lay rhett all the way down? does robby ever get laid down? would reader ever admit who gives better head? omg would rhett or robby admit who gives better head? do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

and we know rhett’s sensitive, thick as all get-out, and drips like a honeycomb in july, while robby’s a “show-er” who needs a little bit to get goin’... i just lost my train of thought... 😭

are they ever into quickies / just hands and mouths or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds? do they ever have sex two at a time or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present? was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio? *whispers* even though rhett lived with his family in a ranch house that you could probably definitely hear every-fucking-thing in... who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? or even initiate sex even as a whole? do they ever role play? who’s the biggest tease out of them all? i would have said rhett before, but as the story and lore goes on, i really feel like all three have their moments—but you tell me as the mastermind behind it all🌷 i’m gonna be honest i’m low-key running out of ways to ask for sexy-slutty-whoretown, usa headcanons for these three... so, if you feel so inclined, just throw everything you’ve got at the fictional wall (i know it’ll stick) 💖

If I ever turn down whore-flavored prompts, then something is seriously wrong 💃these are all so much fun, omg. I answered this in a more...interview (?) style because I have a lot of thoughts, and it will get chaotic very fast if I don't split them up.

The way in which I've added these asks to my masterlist, so that I can use them as a reference when I write this trio...💃💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿

What drew them to one another physically?

Rhett's general scruffy appearance really truly drew both Reader and Robby in. Scars, calloused hands, unshaven jaw, unkempt hair, and yet somehow so damn clean? Like his hair is always a mess, but you'll never catch him with it greasy. Cleans under his nails and never lets his facial hair get too wild; Cecilia may not be an award-winning mom, but she raised her boys with standards.

Bobby, on the other hand, drew the reader in with his big, clumsy, gentle-giant aura and a sweet, endearing smile that was handcrafted by the angels above. He'll trip over his own feet when the Reader smiles at him and apologize to the snail he nearly landed on.

Rhett was simply drawn in by Bob's voice. He's heard a lot of voices, but there's something so soothing about how Bob's tone and how he slips in and out of a Southern accent when he's stressed or tired.

Both Rhett and Bobby were immediately attracted to the Reader's eyes. It's hard for either of them to describe, but Bobby often says the Reader hides entire galaxies within their eyes. But aside from that, Rhett loves their hands. How soft they are, and how perfectly they fit in his. Bobby's more in love with their nose; something about the shape of it has him wanting to press little kisses to it.

Do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others find out about? Are they surprised or endeared? Do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get?

They learn pretty quickly that Rhett loves being called cowboy, sweet/good boy. Reader and Robby have to be careful with using the term because he's not above jumping their bones in public...they learned the hard way.

Bobby is so into having things whispered into his ear. Reader can be whispering the entire F18 manual into his ear, and he'll be getting hot and bothered. Because it's their voice and little breaths are tickling his ear and all the way down his spine...and maybe that's why they're always whispering something to him...

For the reader, something about Rhett and/or Robby touching their knee really just...does it for them. Bob is shameless about exploiting that, too, because it's such an innocent thing that nobody realizes what he's on about.

Are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex?

Bobby is so good at being dominant in bed? He's known exactly how hard he can push them from the start, and it's such a shocking change coming from him. And who would have ever thought that Rhett could deep throat without breaking a damn sweat...and who could have anticipated that the reader was serious about pegging both of them...

What about favorite positions? Do Rhett or Robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming?

When giving, Bobby loves having legs around him in some way or fashion. Squeezing around his hips, over his shoulders, he loves feeling them start to quiver and react to what he's doing. Receiving, though, he's more of a missionary person; it's intimate and lets him be as clingy as he wants to be. He's got a preference for topping, for the most part.

Rhett's very fond of bending someone over something (Ex. the kitchen table, the couch, the hood of his truck, the damn staircase). He's also very fond of it receiving-wise. But his favorite receiving position is the simple face down, ass up, with a hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him down. Something that really puts him at their mercy. Rhett's truly 50/50 preference-wise, but a lot of days, he's stressed from work and would really love it if someone took control and fucked the stress out of him... *cough* where was I?

The Reader is more of a riding kind of fella. There is nothing more lovely than watching those two fall apart, and both Rhett and Robby are absolutely strong enough to meet the Reader in the middle if their thighs start hurting. I shall leave it up to the reader if they prefer topping or bottoming...

Does Robby have a thing about watching the reader lay Rhett all the way down? Does Robby ever get laid down?

Robby absolutely has a thing for watching Rhett getting laid down 😩 there's just something about watching that cowboy get taken apart just GETS HIM. Whether it be him fucking Rhett into the mattress or laying back and watching the Reader bend Rhett over, he loves it.

But Robby's a little...hesitant? To get laid down by one of them? Not because he doesn't like it, he loves it, but it's so intimate that he gets a little stuck(?) in this soft, clingy headspace that can take him a good day or two to come out of. So it usually only happens when they've got a couple of days with no work or plans made.

Would they ever admit who gives better head?

They're all more or less better suited to certain styles and pacings. Rhett's the perfect pick if you want to go for multiple, very quick rounds because his mouth. Does. Not. Get. Tired. Deep throating? He's your guy.

Bobby's the slower pace. He'll work you up bit by bit, really makes you anticipate it. Who would have thought Bob was good at tongue-fucking...

The Reader is more dynamic. Rhett and Bobby are sort of stuck in their patterns, but the reader fits the mood so damn well. Rushing off for a quickie? A lazy morning with nowhere to be? They adapt to every situation.

But there is a (loving) inside joke that Bobby's terrible at sucking dick because the first time he sucked Rhett off, he gagged and nearly bit him...oops 💃

Do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

Bob had a dream once that he fucked Rhett up against a wall while he (Rhett) was wearing nothing but a short red skirt, and he...has been thinking about that for a long damn time. Reader has had this fantasy card game hidden under the bed for months and isn't sure how to bring it up.

Meanwhile, Rhett can hardly keep his mouth shut when he comes up with a new fantasy.

Are they into quickies / just hands and mouths, or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds?

Quickies are usually the norm around this house. With three of them, there's almost always something going on, so there's a general love for the longer sessions since they tend to be few and far between.

Poor Bobby gets so stressed during quickies because he keeps looking at the clock to make sure they aren't late getting back to where they need to be.

Do they ever have sex two at a time, or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present?

Sex two at a time is pretty common, especially considering Robby can be gone for weeks at a time. It's certainly more fun with all three present, but sometimes someone is just too tired, or they're stuck off at work. Robby being off to war on a deployment can sometimes be fun in the bedroom because Rhett and Reader love to plan entire welcome home nights for Bobby with new and different things.

"Are we sure this strap isn't too big?"

"Well, try and fuck me with it, and we'll find out."

Bobby has yet to find out about the time a weary attempt at wax play led to the sheets being burnt...and that secret will be taken to the grave.

Was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio?

Video chat sex was definitely something that was tried, but it could be a little chaotic with schedules and general life stuff. Rhett was very well known for sneaking off into his truck and parking down in the pasture, where nobody would find him. He's just as traumatized from Cecelia walking in without knocking, as she is.

Bobby had to get very crafty with it when he was on deployments, and a lot of the time, he couldn't talk without risking being overheard. So he was stuck listening to Rhett and Reader whispering dirty things to him and couldn't say a damn thing in return. And boy, did they take advantage of that.

Who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? Or even initiate sex even as a whole?

Rhett. Always Rhett. The man isn't good with tech, but he's a damn menace behind a screen. Rhett once sent an innocent photo from where he was sitting in his truck, and Bob jokingly asked if he was hard or if it was just his jeans sitting strangely. And when Rhett straight up said he was hard, Bob, not thinking, went right to the ol, "prove it." text.

And that's the story of the time Bobby got a surprise video of Rhett's dick while he was sitting at a Wendy's with the rest of the Dagger squad.

"You could have warned me!"

"YOU ASKED!"

They're all equally likely to initiate sex/sexting over the phone, but they have different styles. The reader is subtle, usually using photos or compliments to get the ball rolling. Bobby tends to send offhanded thoughts, like, "All I can think about right now is how you looked in those shorts the other day," and Rhett's just...bad jokes.

Rhett: How is life like a penis? Bob: ...How? Rhett: It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it. Reader: Is this your way of asking for sex again? Rhett: 👍

Do they ever role-play?

They've...tried. A lot.

From cliche doctor roleplays to going out to a bar and pretending to be strangers, they've tried. But someone always winds up laughing and breaking character...usually Robby 😭the poor guy tries so hard to get into it, but the moment things get serious, he's struggling not to crack at the seams, and the other two fall apart right along with him.

Who’s the biggest tease out of them all?

Bobby. You wouldn't think it, but he's figured out all the ins and outs of Rhett and Reader, and he has some damn good willpower. He knows exactly what he's doing, and when he gets called out on it, he bats those big blue eyes and innocently asks what they mean. And nobody can argue? Because he plays it? So well?

Do not let that goody-two-shoes attitude fool you; Bob's a damn menace.

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theharddeck · 2 years

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except for maybe you, and your simple smile

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Julie Floyd (OC)

Synopsis: Hangman's girlfriend makes sure Jake is taken care of during Payback’s bachelor party, and the morning after, he decides to return the favor

Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI – starts out pretty fluffy, then it does devolve into smut and swearing, the usual (i.e. explicit freceiving!oral and PiV sex)

Length: 6.7k

A/N: I'm considering writing a holiday fic with Julie, so wanted to start bringing her over from ao3. if this goes well, i might cross-post their meetcute, so lmk if y'all want more! tldr Julie Floyd is Bob's older sister; they meet during TGM when they both go to the infirmary to check in on Bob and Phoenix after the training crash.

tagging: @peakyrogers @wildbornsiren @fuckyeahhangman @laracrofted (ik you’ve already seen it but still), @princessofglitterland @callsignvalley @daggerspare-standingby @almostgenerallyalways @jadore-andor @bioodforbiood @blue-aconite @winterrebel04 @gigisimsonmars and if you're not on the list but want to be, or the inverse, let me know!

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Which meant she alone bore tribute to the judges’ poor rationale on the GBBO.

Julie’s favorite baker had produced 46 macarons, just short of the requisite four dozen, which would be a valid criticism except she had made four dozen, but had startled into crushing two of them when another contestant dropped his kitchen aid on his foot. And now Xiomara was being voted off, because Paul Hollywood couldn’t appreciate the absolute genius that was a flight of macarons inspired by Camille Saint-Saens’ Carnival of the Animals , even if she was two short of perfection.

Julie was pulled out of her brooding by the vibrating of her phone on the bedside table.

She checked the caller ID and sat up quickly, muting the TV as she answered the call.

“Natasha? Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, babe, all good,” Natasha shouted into the phone, over the clamor of a noisy bar. “Your boyfriend’s getting sloppy drunk; we found him feeding quarters into a decorative payphone, trying to call you, so here he is.”

There was a shuffling sound, and Julie relaxed back into the pillows against the headboard. Natasha sounded perfectly sober, but Julie had heard stories about how she could drink any of the guys under the table, so her friend’s voice wasn’t a tell of how far gone the others could be.

“Julia,” she heard a moment later, Jake’s voice making her smile. He was the only one who used her full name, but she’d decided years ago that she didn’t mind.

Or maybe that was just the power of a Texan accent.

“Hey, Hangman,” Julie said into the phone. “You having fun?”

“Phoenix is bullying me,” he said, and she heard him grunt as Natasha presumably swatted at him, before he turned away from her. “I think she’s a cyborg or something, Jules; she’s downing shots like they’re water.”

Julie shook her head. “Just make sure you’re drinking water, yeah? Let’s do our level best to keep the hangover at bay.”

There was a loud sigh, so close that it shorted out the microphone. “You’re so good at that,” Jake said, and he sounded cross.

“At what?” Julie asked, trying her hardest to keep her amusement out of her voice.

“Taking care of me,” Jake said, his voice somehow still put out.

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”

“S’not,” Jake said, then he sniffed. “You’re just…very good.”

He was sweet when he was sentimental, like it snuck up on him. Jake was pretty good about compliments when he was sober, but it was always affirming to hear the guileless version when he was a little tipsy.

“I hear you’re pretty good too,” Julie reassured him, thinking that Jake was probably the only person she knew who could get away with having a catch phrase in real life.

“Course I am,” Jake responded immediately, then he paused as he thought it over. “But I’m good at things, you’re just decent. Like kind and shit.”

Julie smoothed the comforter, the white down feeling soft under her fingers, rippled around where her weight crumpled it. “We’re getting you there.”

Jake hummed a little, like he disagreed but didn’t want to say it. “I like when you say we’re a we.”

Julie pushed the wrinkles back the other way on the comforter. “We are, aren’t we?”

“I know, but I like it. It’s nice,” Jake paused. “I miss you.”

Julie stopped fidgeting with the comforter, surprised by the sweet longing in his voice. “Babe, you saw me like four hours ago,” she said gently.

“What happened to my feelings being valid?” Jake asked, candor replaced by petulance.

“They are, of course,” Julie amended quickly.

Jake huffed. “Well I miss you.”

“I’ll see you in a couple hours more, yeah?” Julie offered. “How’s that sound?”

“Good,” he said wistfully. “That sounds good. You’re so good, Julia, I mean it.”

Julie went back to the comforter. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she told him.

“See this is what I mean!” Jake said, annoyed again. “Just take the compliment, okay? It doesn’t have to be about me too.”

Julie tipped her head. “What happened to liking ‘we’?”

“Of course I like ‘we’,” Jake said, thinking. “I love you.”

Julie smiled. “I love you, too.”

“I love you too,” Jake said, and Julie could practically see everyone around him rolling their eyes.

“Alright, Seresin, you get back to having fun, okay?” she told him.

Jake sighed, like he was steeling himself for a daunting task.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Well, not okay, but I’ll try. The guys won’t let me play pool.”

“Bastards,” Julie said, loyally.

“It’s okay; the sticks are awful sharp, did you know? They are,” he said solemnly, and the background noise got louder as someone pulled his attention away from the phone. “Oh, hey, Fanboy. Yeah, it’s Julia. Now, wait–-”

There was a rustling sound on the other end, which Julie assumed was Mickey fighting the phone away from Jake. She waited for it to stop, and then a moment later heard the wizzo’s voice on the line.

“Julie, your boyfriend’s bringing this down,” Mickey complained. “At this rate, he’ll be tapping out in an hour.”

Julie didn’t think Mickey sounded 100% either, but she wasn’t about to say it.

“Do me a favor and keep him vertical,” she said instead, and she heard Mickey snort.

“Anything for my second favorite Floyd,” he rejoined.

Julie shook her head, reaching over to grab the binder inside the nightstand, flipping pages till she found room service.

“Alright, I’ll take the hint and sign off,” she told Mickey. “Have a reasonable amount of fun, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mickey said. “Here’s Phoenix.”

There was a shuffling as the phone was passed back, and Julie heard Natasha’s longsuffering sigh before she put the phone up to her ear.

“All the men I love are lightweights,” Natasha said. “What are we gonna do about that?”

Julie laughed quietly. “Are they lightweights, or are you superhuman, Nat?”

“Now you sound like Jake,” she said, and Julie could hear the grin on her friend's voice. “At this rate, we’ll be home before 2am. Call you if anything changes, but don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay,” Julie agreed. “Make good choices.”

“Don’t I always,” Natasha said, and she hung up.

Julie put the phone back on the side table, a small smile on her face as she looked around the room.

That group was special. Some of them went back to their first pass through Top Gun, some of them had first met when they were trained by Captain Mitchell, but their friendship was sweet to get to witness. Julie knew Robbie was disappointed to miss out on this weekend, but he was needed at Lemoore and had negotiated for the week of Reuben’s wedding off.

Julie checked the amount of time left in the episode, then the finale, then took a quick break to order room service. If she was going to watch more minor atrocities be committed for the sake of British baking, it was going to be accompanied by hotel-made creme brulee.

----

Julie hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between the sugar of the dessert and the soothing accents on her screen, she blinked awake in the bright lights of the room. There was something else too…

A moment later, she heard it again, the beeping of the room key reader, as it declined entry. Julie rolled off the bed pulling her sweatshirt over her thumbs and padding over to the door, to check the peephole.

It was nearly covered by brown hair and through the door, Julie could hear Jake muttering, coaching himself through opening the door.

The reader beeped again and Julie waited until she heard weight shift away from the door before opening it slowly.

Jake startled, hands coming out for balance as the hallway moved around him. He was weaving slightly, not enough for monumental concern, and Julie waited for him to gain his bearings and find her.

“Julia,” he grinned broadly, relieved. “I think our door is broken.”

Julie looked down to where he was pressing his credit card against the hotel room door, the reader determinedly showing red as it waited for the room key. “We’ll call the desk in the morning, get them to come check it out.”

“I guess,” Jake frowned, doubtful, then looked back up at her.

Julie held out a hand, opening the door further to pull him back into the room. Jake took her hand as he walked by her, but then he raised her arm over her head.

Julie let him lead her into a twirl, knowing they looked absolutely ridiculous in the hallway. She, barefoot in pajama shorts and a sweatshirt, Jake in a button down, jeans, and the cowboy boots he wore on principle when he was out of uniform. Smiling stupidly, moving gracelessly, but Jake looked pleased when she centered back on him, and so she was okay with it.

“Hey, darlin’,” he said, voice lower closer, proud of himself for the move.

“Sugar,” Julie teased, always amused when Jake’s Texan came out stronger when he was a little out of it.

She closed the door behind them, but Jake didn’t let go of her hand, pulling her back to him, their arms settling around each others’ waists. Jake was still weaving, but in context, it felt almost like dancing. Side to side between feet, stomachs and hips close together, quiet in the bright lights of the room. Julie tilted her head to rest her chin on Jake’s shoulder. He was just taller than her barefooted, and the boots helped a little, as they turned in a slow circle in the entryway.

“We should go line dancing,” Jake said, his voice rumbling through his chest. He was warm, his shoulders heavy and chest broad against her, and he felt soft, relaxed.

“In Chicago?” Julie asked, swaying along with him.

“In Chicago,” Jake scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

“Alright,” Julie agreed, trying not to laugh, “location to be determined at a later date. Want to take your boots off?”

Jake looked down, seemingly surprised to find them still on his feet.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, and dropped his arms immediately.

He moved over to an ottoman in the entryway, sitting widely and leaning down to pull off his boots. Julie stayed near the door, watching him.

For all his arrogance when she’d first met him, this version of him always seemed the closest to real. Honest and bumbling, dutifully following instructions, twirling her because he could, dancing because he wanted to. With his thighs spread and hands tugging at the leather, Julie thought she could see him a century ago, coming home to a ranch in Wyoming, after a cattle drive.

Of course, in that image, she’d have an apron instead of pajama shorts, and a kitchen instead of a nursing degree.

Jake lined his boots up carefully and looked back up at her.

“I smell like a bar,” he announced.

Julie pressed her lips together. “That does track, yes.”

“I’m gonna shower,” he said, nodding determinedly.

“Sounds good,” Julie said. She needed to get ready for bed anyway, so she could keep an eye on him.

“Don’t fall asleep without me, okay?”

Julie looked back at him at his simple request, worry clear on his face.

He was drunk enough that she hadn’t planned on leaving him unattended near a running tap, or pushing for anything other than sleep. But the sweetness in his ask settled over her, and she smiled softly.

She crossed over to him, cupping the side of his face with her hand. When he was on duty, Jake kept himself clean-shaven, but on weekends like this, or ends of weekends like this, he was a bit of a scratchy scruff going, and it was rough against her palm. One of Jake’s hands circled her wrist and he turned his head to press against the inside of it, waiting for her answer.

“Take a shower, Dallas,” she told him. “I’ll wait for you.”

He smiled, a simple thing that turned the corners of his mouth up slightly and he nodded. He pushed himself to his feet, weaving slightly before he regained his balance and started towards the bathroom.

Julie stopped by his suitcase to grab pajama pants and a Longhorns tshirt before following him. Her toiletries were already on the counter and she left Jake’s clothes on the commode. She brushed her teeth, keeping an eye on her boyfriend through the frosted glass of the shower doors, then washed her face. By the time she’d made it to the serum portion of her skincare routine, Jake was simply standing under the shower spray, water running over his body, his rote actions completed.

“How we doing in there?” she asked, and Jake jumped.

“Uh, good,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “Good. Almost done.”

“Take your time,” Julie said reassuringly, leaning back against the countertop as she worked the serum in with a jade roller.

A couple minutes later, the tap turned off, and as Jake pulled the towel off the top of the shower door into the stall with him, Julie let herself out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. She kept the door cracked, of course, so she could hear if anything happened, but moved the creme brulee dishes and tray from the bedside table, clearing the area.

Jake was humming Jingle Bells as he brushed his teeth, a habit he normally kept inaudible, to get him to two minutes. Julie flipped off the overhead lights, leaving on the headboard light on Jake’s side as she turned down the covers. As she slipped under the comforter, she heard Jake opt up for the final “one horse open sleighhhh”.

A minute later, Jake stood silhouette in the bathroom light, pausing as he looked into the room. His hair was obviously towel dried, sticking straight up at the crown of his head, none of his normal styling methods implemented. It was an endearing effect, especially combined with the rumpled pajamas.

“Come over,” Julie said, flipping the edge of the comforter open. Thankfully, her nap earlier hadn’t been deep enough that she now didn’t want to sleep, but she was sure Jake was more tired than he was aware.

Jake flipped off the light and ambled over to the bed, dropping heavily into it.

“No, you come over,” he mumbled, holding open an arm.

Julie smiled to herself, rolling over towards him. “You’re not gonna get that light are you?” she asked.

“What light?”

When she looked up at him, Jake’s brow was wrinkled in confusion, and his eyes were very much closed. Julie lifted herself over him, flipping off the light before tucking herself back into his side.

“There ya go,” Jake said, sounding very pleased with himself for someone who didn’t do anything.

“There you go,” Julie repeated into his chest. Jake’s tshirt was a little damp from the humidity in the bathroom, but she could feel the warmth of him through it, and, relaxed like this, he felt so comfortable.

“Thanks for fixing the broken door,” Jake mumbled, craning his neck to press a kiss to the top of her forehead.

“Of course,” Julie whispered back. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Jake said, breaking off in a yawn. “Drank water too, like you said.”

Julie patted his chest consolingly. “Well done, babe.”

“Thank you,” Jake yawned again. “Night, darlin’.”

Julie smiled in the darkness, knowing he couldn’t see. “Goodnight, sugar.”

Her eyes drifted shut as she heard Jake’s breathing even out, the steadiness of his heartbeat like a simple lullaby as sleep washed over them both.

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Sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting the room in a gentle warm light, and Julie blinked awake. She lay still for a moment, following the narrow beam of light from between where the two curtains almost met, a ray of sunlight across the bottom of the bed. She could feel Jake’s breath against her neck, uneven enough for her to know he was awake before she turned around to face him.

He let go of her as she rolled over, but his hand returned to her waist when she settled. His thumb stroked lightly underneath the hem of her sweatshirt, brushing a little half moon over her skin. Julie settled onto the pillow, their noses just a breath apart, and she couldn’t help but smile at him.

His green eyes were bright in the morning light, his mussed hair stuck up in an unkempt pattern, and Julie reached up to smooth it down. Jake’s eyes fluttered slightly when her nails met his scalp, and she ran her fingers through his hair to settle it,

“Hey,” Julie whispered.

“Hey,” Jake said back, his voice scratchy, and Julie smiled at the rough texture of it. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” Julie ran her hand down the back of his head, curling around the back of his neck. “I think we need to get better sheets for the apartment.”

Jake smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I knew splurging on the hotel was gonna cost me more than the weekend.”

“You and me both,” Julie sighed, stretching a little. “What about you–-did you sleep okay? How’re you feeling?”

Jake hummed. “Someone reminded me halfway through the night that I should be drinking water. Saved me a hell of a hangover, I think.”

Julie scratched lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. “She sounds like a genius.”

“Definitely that,” Jake agreed. “She also waited up to make sure I got in okay, and that I didn’t drown myself in the shower.”

“She should probably be nominated for sainthood,” Julie prompted, but then she couldn't keep up the charade. “I have a confession.”

“That’s thematic,” Jake said.

“I didn’t wait up for you, not at first. I fell asleep watching Great British Bakeoff, and woke up when the door kept beeping because you were trying to open it with your credit card instead of the room key”

Jake laughed, and Julie lifted herself off his chest to look at him.

God, he was handsome.

Such a classic, silly, word, but it fit him. Fit his charm and his ease, his straight teeth and stubborn chin, and how he’d just woken up and his hair was barely finger-combed, but he still looked like something gorgeous.

He calmed down, face pressed into the pillow across from her, and under her sweatshirt, his fingers stilled.

“Ah, Julia,” he said, his voice somehow still scratchy. “You can’t look at me like that.”

Julie rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away from his hair to press it over her eyes. “Take it up with your pretty face; it’s not my fault.”

She heard him laugh again, quieter this time, and then he pulled her hand away from her face. He didn’t let go of her wrist, circled by his fingers, and the hand on her waist pushed further under her sweatshirt, spreading over the skin there.

“Either way,” Jake said quietly, his eyes intent. “Thank you.”

Julie licked her lips. “For what?”

Jake’s eyes crinkled, but his mouth barely moved into a smile. “You answered when Phoenix called, and we yelled at you like lunatics in the middle of Clark Street. You got out of bed to let me in, and waited up after that, to make sure I was okay.”

Julie sighed, wishing Jake understood those weren’t monumental acts of kindness, as much as they were things people did when they cared. And he knew she cared, but he seemed to forget how much.

“That’s my job, honey,” Julie said softly.

Jake was still for a moment, and the lines around his eyes deepened before he leaned across the pillow to kiss her. Julie smiled at the first brush of his lips over hers, soft and careful, just quick appreciation. After a moment, he went to pull back, but Julie followed him. Jake’s hand tightened on her waist as her body pressed against his, and he kissed her slow and deep, until the world felt like maple syrup around them.

“Always taking care of me,” Jake murmured against her skin. His stubble scraped against her face as he nudged her chin up with his nose, tipping Julie’s head back. She swallowed heavily as he kissed her neck, a slow press of lips and a tease from his tongue before he moved on to a new spot. “I think it’s my turn now.”

“Tor what?” Julie asked, her voice sounding breathless, which Jake seemed to appreciate. He blew out a slow breath, cool air over a spot he’d just licked, and Julie shivered.

“To take care of you,” Jake said against her skin. His lips closed over her and Julie bit back a whine as she felt the pressure of his mouth and the carefulness of his words at her core.

“I told you it’s not like that,” Julie managed to say, carding her hands through his hair. When she pulled lightly, he sucked a little harder and Julie gasped.

Her hand fell from his hair to his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. She wanted his weight, more pressure, more of him, and when he let her lead him, she felt his chuckle through his chest. Jake shifted, obliging, his strong thighs on either side of hers, and the hand at her waistband moved over her stomach and down.

“I know,” Jake said soothingly, his fingers skimming across her hip bone, over her underwear. “But I want to anyway. Will you let me?”

Julie looked up at him, his broad shoulders and his tan skin, bright eyes and morning hair, and shook her head.

“Why’d you have to bring reciprocity into it?” she asked.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying you don’t want me to…” he trailed off as his fingers dipped below the hem of her Calvin Kleins. His hand brushed over smooth skin and dense hair before his broad palm settled warmly over her core. His thumb rubbed lightly over the inside of her thigh, but his palm settled, cupping her.

Julie’s hips canted up of their own volition, wanting more pressure, more friction. Jake didn’t move though, just stayed, waited, eyes laughing, as Julie willed her body to still.

“Need something, darlin’?” Jake teased.

Julie scowled at him. “Why do you have to be so smug about it?”

Jake shrugged lightly, his thumb continuing its maddening pattern inside her thigh. “Why do you have to be so principled about it?”

He rolled his hips slightly, pushing his hand more firmly against her, but still not moving beyond giving her more of his weight.

“Come on, Julia,” Jake whispered. He braced himself on his elbow before leaning down to kiss her, pulling away almost as soon as she rose to meet him. He kissed her jaw, her neck, and she felt his lips curl into a smile over his teeth as he pulled back again. Julie realized she was grinding up against the hand he was insisting on keeping still, and she pulled at his hair to bring him back to her mouth.

Jake inhaled sharply as he kissed her, his lips soft and hungry and Julie loved that she could feel his chest expanding with his breath as he moved over her. He pushed his torso off of her, their noses touching, their lips a breath away, and Jake’s eyes were dark as they traced over her face. His hand lifted, his thumb moving up to brush over her clit, and Julie jolted at the contact.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jake murmured. He moved his thumb again, and Julie shuddered as he circled over her.

“Jake-–” she started, breaking off as he pulled back.

“Please,” he said, determinedly, and his middle finger traced along her slit. Julie gasped as he dragged his finger through the wetness there, and Jake groaned quietly. “Let me taste you here, Jules.”

How the hell was she supposed to say no to that?

Julie nodded mutely, rewarded by the nearly canine smile that Jake’s mouth curled into.

“Thank you, baby,” Jake breathed, leaning down to kiss her again before pushing himself off of her. He settled back on his thighs, kneeling around hers, and his hands smoothed down her sides before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and underwear.

“Lift,” he commanded quietly, and Julie lifted her hips off the bed so he could pull them off of her. “Good girl.”

Julie pressed her lips together, not even pretending that his praise didn’t affect her. They both knew it did, he loved that it did, and so it worked out pretty great all around.

Jake pressed her back to the bed with a hand over her stomach, fingers splayed and pressure steady. With his other hand, he reached for one of her knees, guiding it down towards the mattress, and Julie’s legs opened. Jake made a sound low in his throat, looking down at the apex of her thighs, and his hand on her stomach drifted down over her thigh to the same spot just above her knee.

“So pretty,” he said quietly, almost to himself, and Julie blushed. It wasn’t like she was bashful at this point in their relationship, but his frank appreciation still felt like it set her skin aflame. Jake slid off the end of the bed, his grip on her legs turning so he could grasp the back of her knees, and he pulled her sharply to the edge of the bed. He knelt then, his face so close to the core of her, and when he blew out a shaky breath, Julie felt it against her.

“Jake, please-–”

“No, baby,” Jake said, his voice quiet and steady. He pressed a slow kiss to one of her thighs, then the other, ignoring the place where she was aching for him. His mouth was soft and warm, his jaw scratchy from his beard, and he rubbed his chin against her thighs like he was getting comfortable. “You almost didn’t let me down here, and now you want to tell me how it goes? I don’t think that’s how it works.”

He was so close, she could practically feel his words against her skin, but he still didn’t touch her, the sweetest torture. Julie’s hips rose and Jake’s grip on her thighs tightened slightly, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

“Say please, angel,” he said quietly, and Julie felt his words past her skin, in her blood, her breath catching.

“Please, Jake,” she breathed, and he made a sound in the back of his throat, like a purr.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and then he leaned into her.

God, his tongue.

Julie’s head fell back as he licked up her center, tongue flat and broad as he spread her with it. He made that low sound again, like approval and hunger, and he licked her. Slow like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he wanted to savor her, like he knew it would drive her crazy. He pulled back, teasing her with light kisses and Julie’s back bowed away from the bed when his tongue found her clit. He sunk into her, and she parted for him, succumbed, accepted and wanted and needed him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her skin, and Julie looked down at him when he pulled back. He brushed his thumb across his lower lip, “You taste damn good.”

He lowered that hand to her, teasing her opening, and Julie’s eyes fluttered touch at the lightness of that touch. As his mouth returned to her clit, his finger traced through her folds, soothing and searching.

“Jake,” Julie moaned as his mouth laved over her, “you feel so good, please, I need–-”

She broke off as he pressed his finger into her, sitting back on his heels to look at her. His eyes were dark and he lifted his chin, panting, watching her. Julie could see his chest rising as he steadied his breathing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and, fuck, taste her while he looked down at her.

“I know,” Jake said, voice low. “I always know, don’t I?”

“Yes,” Julie whispered, and it was true. He eased another finger into her, slow and steady, stretching her gently.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Jake said, his accent thickening as he looked over her. “Open up for me.”

Julie shuddered when he moved his wrist, curling his fingers inside her. The stretch of him felt heavenly, grounding, and when his mouth returned to her clit, Julie whimpered.

Jake worshipped her with his mouth, worked her with his fingers, and she heard his breathing grow ragged again as he pleasured her. Pressure built in her core, low and pulsing, driven by the stroke of his fingers and the pull of his tongue and Julie felt her thighs start to tremble.

Jake pulled back, chest heaving, his breath warm against her.

“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers pressing deeper into her and wringing a cry out of Julie. “That’s it, angel, look how well you’re taking me.”

Julie’s hips stuttered at his words, arching up into his hand as he worked her. No matter how far gone she was, Jake could always push her farther with his words, running over her like a caress, like velvet. His fingers brushed against a deep part of her and Julie’s back bowed off the bed as she cried out.

“Shit, Jake,” she moaned, reaching blindly for him. Her hand found his shoulder, and she traced up the curve of his neck, burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Jake groaned when she pulled, and she felt the mattress shift as his hips jerked forward, unintentional. The motion sent a jolt of clarity through Julie’s pleasure-addled brain and she opened her eyes, looking down at the man on his knees between her legs.

“Babe,” she whispered, and Jake hummed, looking up at her. The vibration rocked through Julie, almost as devastating as his eyes, glittering and hungry, while his mouth was buried in her.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he rumbled against her, and Julie’s thighs clenched at the gravel in his tone. She bit her lip, fighting off the rising waves, holding on to him.

It was good, so fucking good, but she wanted more, needed him closer, needed him with her.

“I want you to come with me, babe,” she said.

Jake grunted, but he didn’t move from between her legs, his tongue tracing over her, sucking hard enough to make Julie’s eyes snap shut as she shuddered.

“Jake,” she moaned, “I want it with you, I want to feel you–-”

Jake increased the pressure of his fingers, thrusting into her and cutting off her words. And Julie knew what he was doing, wanted to see her finish first, the stubborn man, and she’d be more upset about it if it didn’t feel like the best fucking thing.

Unfortunately for him, she was pretty stubborn, too.

She untangled her hand from his hair, reaching down to wrap around his wrist. His hand stilled and he looked up at her through the hair falling in his face; though her body was screaming in frustration, Julie’s heart warmed when his sweet eyes met hers.

“I need you, Jake,” she whispered, a different tactic. “So fucking bad, please.”

Jake shuddered, his shoulders tensing at her words and his hips jutted forward towards the bed.

“Jules, I want you to–-”

The distance he needed to speak was enough for Julie to wiggle out of his grip. She slid back, quickly, up the bed, reaching into the nightstand for a condom and tossing it back down the bed.

“And what I want,” she rolled over onto her stomach, heard Jake groan as she pushed back from the headboard, “is to come on your cock.”

“Jesus, Jules,” Jake muttered, a million things on his voice. She heard the foil tearing and Julie rocked back on her hips, aching, empty.

“Ah, sweetheart, I can see you from here,” Jake groaned. “Dripping for me, aren’t you?”

Julie looked over her shoulder, intending to say something provocative, but her words failed at the sight of him. In the time she’d been at the front of the bed, Jake had peeled off his tshirt and stepped out of his pajama pants. His legs were spread, strong thighs flexing as he rolled the condom over his length. He grunted when he reached the base, his hand pumping over himself once more, thick and hard.

Julie’s mouth actually watered.

“Come on, Lieutenant,” she breathed, swaying her hips. “Let’s have it.”

Jake licked his lips, fisting his cock once more, but he didn’t crawl up the bed. Instead, he walked around the side of it, step slow and cock hanging heavy. When he got up to the headboard, he reached across the bed, hand tracing down the side of Julie’s face before fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled and she turned to him as his mouth sought hers like he was starving. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue, whimpered as he thrust into her mouth. Her body hummed, still desperate from the denied high, and she moaned in relief when she felt Jake shifting to climb onto the bed.

His body was warm, taut with tension, and he let go of his grip on her hair to reach under her sweatshirt to palm her breasts. Julie gasped when his fingers found her nipples, smoothing over her as he groped her, graceless, perfect. They were past finesse, hungry for as much skin as possible, and she pressed backwards into him. Jake released her to pull off her sweatshirt, and guided her back down to the bed with a hand pressed to the small of her back. His body came down on top of her, delicious weight that made Julie want to combust, purr, dissolve into the bedding or into him. She moaned when she felt the outline of his dick against her thighs, and Jake smoothed her hair away from the side of her neck so he could suck on the skin there.

“You ready for me, angel?” he whispered into her neck and Julie whimpered, nodding quickly.

She needed him, could feel how desperately empty she was without him, and when he pressed his head against her center, Julie thought she might sob in relief.

He eased his cock into her.

It was impossibly slow, deep and inescapable, and Julie’s mouth hung open as Jake kept pushing. Refusing a rhythm, or friction beyond entrance, stretching and filling her and Julie didn’t realize he thighs were shaking until Jake pushed himself onto his elbows, reaching down with a wide hand to smooth over her legs, whispering as he pushed in.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he kissed her hair, the back of her neck, her shoulder. “Look at you, taking all of me, like this.”

“Jake,” Julie whispered, almost sobbed, heat coiling through her body. He was everywhere, over and around and in her, steady and strong and so fucking big and rocking home.

“I'm right here, sweetheart,” he whispered, jaw clenched tight as he waited for her body to adjust to him. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby, you feel perfect.”

Julie reveled in his touch, in his words, warm and dirty and perfect. She wanted more. She shifted her hips and Jake cursed as she moved, before his hands snaked down to grip her waist. He rolled his hips and he pressed deeper into her, pulling back before stroking into her, and pleasure threaded through both of them. Jake’s breath strained as he fucked into her, pulling her hips into him and driving impossibly deep.

He groaned her name, and Julie’s core clenched; this was what she’d wanted what she’d chased. Needed him this close, wanting her this bad, driving into her. She felt unmoored, starved, her fingers digging into the comforter as she pushed back to meet him, hips moving to the rhythm he set.

“Baby,” Jake choked, “you can’t...you feel...wait--”

He reached down for her hair again, pulling, and Julie pushed herself off the bed. He lifted her against his chest, sitting back on his thighs, thrusting up into her as he reached between her legs.

Julie cried when he brushed over her clit, his forearm banding across her chest, forging their bodies together like he was just as desperate for this closeness. He rutted up into her, rubbing and pressing and as Julie felt herself going boneless, Jake growled.

“So that’s what you needed, angel, huh?” he ground into her, holding her at the highest point, breath hot against her shoulder, “to get this cock so deep your body forgets how to do anything but take it?”

Julie writhed in his lap, his words and his body driving her higher and the room swam. She was melting, tightening, desire pulsing through her and he kept on.

“Fuck,” Julie cried, her head falling back over his shoulder. “Jake, babe, please, I’m so close…”

“I know, sweetheart,” Jake ground, kissing her neck. His tongue laved over her skin as he rocked the bed with his thrusts. “Give it to me, come on now.”

Julie moaned and Jake bit down lightly at her pulse point and she shattered. Her vision blurred as she shivered, trembling at the force of pleasure he wrung out of her. She felt tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the force of it, beautiful and relentless and the hot pulses of it wracked her as she lay back on Jake’s chest.

“That’s it,” Jake breathed. “It’s so good, you’re so good, fuck, baby-–”

Jake’s thrusts sped up, his thighs slapping against hers as he chased his own release. He pumped into her frantically, still working a finger over her to coax her through her orgasm and Julie felt him jerk when she whimpered his name. He came with a shout as he thrust into her, choking on his breath and Julie felt him pulsing as he came hard. Her core was throbbing, aching and satisfied but she curled her hips, milking him, and Jake moaned as she pulled out his orgasm. His chest heaved under her, and they stayed locked together, trembling, working out their pleasure in each others’ bodies.

Julie came out of it first, slowly becoming aware of Jake’s hands smoothing over her thighs and around to the curve of her ass, soothing himself and her. She rolled her head off his shoulder, craning around to kiss his cheek.

“Well done, Dallas,” she whispered, and he chuckled warmly, nestling into the curve of her neck.

“Have I told you lately how perfect you are?” he mumbled into her neck.

Julie smiled softly; it did feel pretty perfect. “Not today,” she told him. “But I forgive you.”

Jake snorted, leaning back so they could stretch across the bed. Julie rolled over to face him fully, and Jake fixed her hair so she wasn’t lying on it, and then sighed as he relaxed into a pillow.

“Julia Floyd,” he said somberly, eyes closed and lips curled up into the most endearing smile. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Julie leaned across the pillow to kiss him. He caught his breath and she felt his thumb graze over her cheekbone before she pulled back.

Jake grinned, a smile like sunlight as his eyes crinkled. His hand curled up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and he sighed, something deep and happy, a sound Julie wished she could always hear with him.

“Love you,” she whispered.

Jake smiled. “Love you more,” he said back.

It was a perpetual disagreement, but when he pushed out of bed to fetch her a warm washcloth and order room service of espresso and chocolate croissants, Julie found herself hoping that that was a disagreement they’d have for decades to come.

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What are the Christmas holidays for if not for being cosy and snug and reading a book? It has been a very pleasant December for me, and I've really gotten to indulge my love of reading winter themed books in winter

The Bellybuttons

A quebecois bande desinee I’ve heard about and decided to pick up the first book of — I read this one in English. It was pretty amusing! At times quite funny as it does a gag-a-page format pretty well, but also at times deeply frustrating since the series is predominantly about Karine, who is a sweet, somewhat awkward teenaged girl, and the rather nasty popular girls she’s “friends” with. Karine acts as a foil and a general punching bag for most of the book. It does make her standing up for herself at the end of the album deeply satisfying. A worthwhile read if you enjoyed Mean Girls and would like that in a comic format.

Bookshops & Bonedust

A prequel to Legends & Lattes that I’ve been very eagerly anticipating! In this book Viv is just beginning her career as a mercenary but has been laidlow by a injury. Forced to stay behind in a seaside town while her leg heals, she gradually gets drawn into the lives of the various town residents, including a beleaguered ratkin who’s desperately trying to keep her little bookshop afloat. Add in a dash of baked goods and necromantic plots, and it’s a really fun read! If you haven’t read the original yet, I highly recommend both it and this one.

A Christmas Story

I love this movie and only just realized it was originally based off a series of radio stories that were adapted into print. If you are unfamiliar with the Christmas film, it follows the Parker family through a series of mundane misadventures on the build up to Christmas, including Ralphie’s desperate need to get a Red Ryder Carbine Action 200-shot Range Model air rifle for Christmas.

This book, A Christmas Story, collects a handful of stories from two different anthologies that were used when creating the iconic movie. It’s fun how many lines are word-for-word from the original stories; they’re all hilarious and the language is just fantastic. Hard to put down.

Every Heart a Doorway

A fascinating short story about a boarding school for the “chosen ones” who have returned from whatever magical world drew them in and then spat them back out. It’s a school of children who have learnt to survive in strange worlds built around strange, incomprehensible rules and who must now learn to re-adapt to the mundane world. They are all desperate to get back, to find their own doorways, and struggle with being trapped back in a world that doesn’t understand them. Things only get worse when the murders start.

Hogfather

One of my favourite Discworld novels. On the Discworld, it’s a boar-themed entity known as the Hogfather that travels around the world delivering presents to boys and girls on Hogwatchnight. Except this year something has happened. The Hogfather is nowhere to be found, and someone else has been forced to take his place. With Death now attempting to deliver holiday cheer, and his granddaughter reluctantly drawn into unravelling a plot on the Hogfather’s life, this is easily one of my favourite “Christmas” books to read. And the ending always hits me like a ton of bricks, it makes me really emotionally. Highly recommend the read, even if you’ve never touched a Discworld book before. As long as you like high fantasy and can suspend disbelief, it’s easy to jump into.

The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane

So, this book absolutely destroyed me. Would recommend. I love this author, and this novel did not disappoint. It’s about a hand-crafted, specially commissioned, porcelain rabbit doll named Edward Tulane. Edward Tulane, with his exquisite wardrobe and delicate features, is beautiful and precious and he knows it. He doesn’t care anything for the little girl who loves him and resents her family who patronizes him. Everything changes for Edward Tulane though when, during a sea voyage, he is thrown overboard and finds himself separated from his girl and lost to the black silence of the ocean floor…

Moominland Midwinter

Magical and chilling, this book really understands and articulates the other side of the winter season. The longest nights of the year, the darkness, the cold, the way the entire world sleeps and changes and becomes strange.

Moomins always hibernate through the winter, but this year little Moomintroll wakes up early. He finds himself completely alone in the middle of winter while his family sleeps around him. He’s forced to venture forth and learn about this dark, strange season, to find the friends he can and come to terms with the harsh strangeness of winter while waiting for the sun to return.

A Mouse Called Miika

A very middling book. There is a mouse who lives in the North Pole. He likes cheese. He has a very unpleasant friend. He gets magical powers of some sort or another. He tries to steal a very important cheese. I genuinely don’t remember the plot well enough to go in any more detail. If you’re desperate to read something Christmassy, it’s not bad, but I wouldn’t bother seeking it out.

Beezus and Ramona // Ramona and her Mother

You know, I’ve never in my life read a Ramona book. I’ve read and enjoyed other Beverly Cleary books, but never the Ramona series. I ended up reading Ramona and her Mother first and afterwards I picked up Beezus and Ramona just to see how the series began. I can… see why it’s popular, especially for the time. It’s a fun, silly, slice-of-life series about the wacky hijinks of Ramona Quimby, a rambunctious kindergartener. I can really, genuinely say though that this is not a series made for me. Ramona and her Mother I found agonizingly dull, with only a few interesting moments interspersed. Beezus and Ramona was a bit more interesting, but they made Ramona so incredibly annoying that I could hardly get through it. Maybe part of the blame lies in me listening to an audiobook for that one and the narrator using the single most grating voice I have eve heard in my life, but my god it drove me nuts.

System Collapse

New Murderbot book! New Murderbot book!! Woohoo! If you haven’t read the Murderbot series, go start on All Systems Red and continue from there, you won’t regret it! The series follows a synthetic being known as a Security Unit — an artificial construct that isn’t meant to be self-aware or self-governing, except that they are. When Murderbot succeeds in hacking its governor module and gaining full control of itself, it briefly considers going on a murderous rampage… until it realizes it’s much more enjoyable to just download a lot of soap operas into its brain and get on with things. In this new book, Murderbot continues on a mission with ART’s crew and those from Preservation. Things are heating up as Barish-Estranza attempts to take control of the planet, new SecUnits have been deployed, and there may or may not be a rampant alien plague. Worse yet, something is wrong with Murderbot, related to [REDACTED]. If it can’t figure out how to fix what’s wrong soon, its humans may soon be in peril.

Heaven Official's Blessing v5

I continue to read Heaven Official’s Blessing! I continue to love it! The desperate scramble towards Mount Tonglu has been a blast. I’m getting Very Concerned about what may or may not be the return of the White Calamity though… whatever is going on and whatever it is, everything seems like it’s heating up to some serious bad news in the next book.

Twelve Doctors of Christmas

An alright anthology of Christmas-themed Doctor Who stories. If you want something Christmassy and you want Doctor Who, this delivers. It’s festive, light, and has a few pretty good stories in it. However I wouldn’t say it was my favourite Doctor Who short story anthology by a long shot. Time Lord Fairy Tales or 13 Doctors 13 Stories are both more impressive story collections imho

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Love your work! Could you please do a s/o that's a high school science teacher?

Ghostbusters x science teacher!s/o

Peter

Genuinely thinks you're braver than the marines. He's done birthday parties before, kids are mean.

Not really, of course. They can be sweet! He actually has a soft spot for the little guys. Sometimes.

As in he's willing to throw hands with older kids if they're shitty to you, but also will encourage you to go easy on their grades and let a few things slide.

Egon

Has many suggestions about the current curriculum.

You've heard of backseat driving, get ready for backseat teaching. He knows you're fully capable, of course, he's just passionate about science and knows that his own high school career didn't encourage his interests and ideas the way he would have liked.

He's more than happy to help you with paperwork/grading if you need it. You’re always taking care of him and making sure he’s not being overworked, he just wants to repay the favour.

Makes a great show and tell project. Your students are sceptical at first since he's a little weird but then he pulls out some really exciting experiments and wild ideas for them to try and they're all on board. They ask after him often and are keen to have him again.

Ray

Thinks you're amazing. Teachers are so important and of course he's a little biased but the fact you're a science teacher is everything.

He’s really good at helping you locate and source any reading material you need and that goes for your students too.

Ray’s Occult Books becomes a popular study spot. It’s cosy, it’s quiet, has great sources and a real friendly owner who’s always happy to help. He even sets up a little hot drinks station for them.

Naturally they begin to ask you and Ray a lot of questions about the nature of your relationship which leads to a lot of embarrassment and bashfulness. It’s all in good fun though and your students are actually very happy for you.

Winston

Your students first noticed something was up when you started showing up to and getting picked up from school in the flashiest, wackiest car they’d ever seen. Winston can’t help it, he loves drawing attention to you and he thinks ecto one’s pretty cool.

They all think he’s the cool one. They’re always asking him to stick around and tell stories of all the jobs he’s been on, the more dangerous the better. He likes to big up your role in those stories and encourage them to treat you with repect.

Hosts field trips to the firehouse and shows them all the equipment and stuff, under your supervision of course, It’s actually really cute, he rehearses everything the night before and asks your opinion on everything to make sure it links in with what you’ve been teaching them.

#ghostbusters x reader #egon spengler #winston zeddemore #ray stantz #peter venkman #requests

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A/N: hello lovelies! I hope you’ve all been enjoying Breezy’s amazing art! She continues to blow me away which each new design. So anyway, this is based on a tiktok I saw and I thought it would make for a good angsty story. This could have a part two if anyone wants it!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of cheating

Please comment and reblog

It was a well known fact that you and Billy Hargrove were fuck buddies. The lesser known fact was that you two were also in a very committed and loving relationship. Neither of you ever felt the need to address it but it wasn’t kept hidden either.

Billy was still a hard-ass in public but behind closed doors he was sweet and attentive. You knew all the women around town wanted him, but the only thing that mattered was that he wanted you and no one else. Of course, doubt would creep in from time to time and on those days Billy would spend hours worshipping your body in bed, reassuring you that he loved you and no one could take him as perfectly as you could.

You were excited when Billy took a summer job as a lifeguard, giving you an excuse to hang out at the pool more often- getting to ogle a shirtless Billy was just a bonus. His eyes would always find yours every so often, sending you a wink and panty-dropping smile.

You forgot your sunscreen in your bag, realizing it soon after you sat down. You knew Billy was going on shift soon so you didn’t wanna bother him by asking him to grab it. You made your way back into the locker room to grab it, leaving your towel on your seat so no one would take it.

Billy looked for you but couldn’t find you in your usual spot. He was too busy looking and didn’t notice someone standing right in front of him.

“Hello, Billy,” Mrs.Wheeler purred.

“Mrs.Wheeler, good afternoon.” Billy threw on his charming smirk out of instinct.

“So the ladies and I were wondering,” she said motioning back to her friends, “is (Y/N) your girlfriend girlfriend or are you two just having fun?”

“Well we definitely have fun,” he chuckled. Neither of them noticed you walking up behind the lifeguard station, overhearing every word.

“If you’re ever looking for some more fun, we might have some openings.” Karen’s smile was sickeningly sweet.

“I, uh, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Billy said awkwardly.

You decided you had enough and pushed past the two of them, snatching your towel from your seat. Billy’s eyes widened as he saw you storm off.

“Girlfriend girlfriend, got it,” Karen sighed before heading back to her friends.

“Yeah, hopefully,” he mumbled.

He had half a mind to blow off his shift and chase after you, but he really needed the money. He had been saving up to buy you something really special but he probably just blew it.

By the end of his short shift, he was losing his mind. He needed to talk to you and explain that it wasn’t what it looked like.

He sped through town even faster than usual just to get to your house. You usually kept the back door unlocked for him but it didn’t budge when he tried to open it. He ran around to the front of the house and knocked, tapping his foot impatiently.

He could see a shadow ascending the stairs through the frosted glass windows and he sighed. He ran to his car and grabbed a few things from the glove box. He went around back again and started to mess around with the lock. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the little click before swinging the door open.

He ran up to your room and didn’t bother knocking on the door. You sat on your bed, glaring at him with an anger, a hurt, that he had never seen on your features before.

“You really locked me out of my own home?” He asked. Probably not how he should’ve opened but he really didn’t know what else to say.

“It’s my parents’ home, they’re just kind enough to let you stay here,” you snapped. Billy was allowed to live in your basement apartment after you explained to your parents what his home life was like. You promised not to get pregnant and to not let your grades slip so they let him stay.

“Nothing even happened!”

“That I know of!” You shouted back. “I guarantee if I wasn’t there to hear it myself you wouldn’t have said shit. So how do I know there aren’t other things going on behind my back?”

“Are you being serious right now? I’ve never done anything behind your back,” he said.

“How do I know that though?”

“You have to trust me!”

“Because you’re my boyfriend?” You asked.

“Yes!”

“And because I’m your girlfriend?”

“Exactly!”

“Then why didn’t you say it?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fought back the tears.

Billy froze.

Why didn’t he say it? It should’ve been a simple answer, yet he didn’t say it.

The longer he hesitated, the tighter your chest got.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get. Out. We’re done, Billy. So now you can go around and entertain anyone you want, or keep entertaining them if that’s what you’ve been doing.” You didn’t make eye contact with him and he didn’t want to believe you meant it.

“Baby, please. I’m sorry. Tell me how to fix this,” he pleaded. He took a step toward you but you matched his step with one of your own.

“Please leave, Billy,” you whispered.

“Where am I supposed to go?” He asked.

“That’s not my problem anymore.”

Billy’s chest felt tight and he wanted to fall into your arms, sobbing for forgiveness. But he was too proud for that. So instead, he left you in silence as tears began to roll down your cheeks. Part of you expected him to fight harder, but the other part wasn’t sure you wanted him to.

Billy knew you were too good for him but he was too selfish to let you go. So even though he left your house, opting to sleep in his car, he began thinking of ways to win you back.

#billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove angst #stranger things

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lacrosse

Every Wednesday night, Daniel picks Rosemary up from rehearsals for the play. She’s not in the play, of course. She has just enough of her father’s cool gene to know that being in a high school musical is lame as hell, unless it’s Disney’s High School Musical. But she did end up in a drama elective at school this year, and part of her grade is working backstage for the school’s production of Grease.

“At least the music is good,” she said on the way home after the first rehearsal. “And I don’t think you can get sick of it, either.”

They’re three weeks into rehearsals now, and Rosemary still hasn’t reported being annoyed by any of the songs. Instead, all she does is talk about Tommy, the boy playing Eugene, AKA the school’s biggest nerd. Apparently, he got the part because life imitates reality.

Rosemary tells him everything she can about Tommy on those rides home from the school gym. The whole time, Daniel doesn’t say much. He just nods where he feels it’s appropriate. She probably doesn’t think he’s paying attention. Maybe she even thinks he’s one of those fathers who wakes up one day in complete denial that his daughter might have romantic interests. Neither of those things would be true. It’s just that he loves listening to his daughter say whatever she needs to say. He loves hearing the details she chooses to include. It’s a fascinating thing, he thinks, to discover what your children admire as they become adults. You wonder how much of it is because of you. You wonder what they’re avoiding because of you, too.

But of course Daniel listens to Rosemary. He doesn’t just listen, either. He remembers. He remembers that Tommy still plays with Legos despite being seventeen years old, that he was born in Ohio but moved to Michigan when he was two, that his dad played lacrosse in high school and was devastated when Tommy turned out to have all the coordination of a fish on a bicycle, that his mom grew up in La Crosse, Wisconsin, which was how his parents broke the ice when they first met. It’s very sweet, what she knows. She’s a good listener who knows how to love. She gets that from Sadie.

“Sounds like you really like this kid,” Daniel says.

Rosemary’s eyes go wide. Yep. Must not have known her dad was paying attention.

“I think I do,” she says. “But I don’t want to go overboard.”

“Going overboard is in your blood. You’ve met your mom. You remember your Uncle Sam. And I don’t think I have to talk to you about Charlie.”

Rosemary snorts.

“Please don’t,” she says.

“I think it’s good you like somebody,” Daniel says. “Gives you something fun to think about, doesn’t it?”

Rosemary sinks into the passenger seat and twirls a long strand of hair on her index finger.

“I guess,” she says. “It’s also torture. I don’t think Tommy knows that a girl could like him. I don’t think he knows that’s an option.”

Daniel nods. Tommy isn’t a thing like he was back in high school, but somehow, Daniel feels like he understands him, anyway. When you don’t believe you’re worthy of someone’s affections, you refuse to see them, even when they’re clear. But Daniel’s not letting Rosemary go down without a fight.

“Ask your mom more about how she and I finally got together,” he says.

Rosemary laughs, just a little.

“I’ve heard that story a million times,” she says. “What could I possibly still have to learn from it, you know? At this point?”

But Daniel shrugs. For once, he knows exactly what he’s talking about.

“Ask your mom,” he says again. “Ask her to tell the story differently.”

He watches the wheels turn in Rosemary’s eyes – the eyes she got from him, the eyes he’ll always be proud of – and he’s pretty sure he’s doing a good thing.

(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day 3!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: daniel deluca #ch: rosemary deluca #year: 2012

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It's their Big Night, but we can have fun too.

Happy New Years Eve everyone!!! This fic is apart of the Redacted Winter Gift Exchange ran by the amazing and lovely @the-sugar-crash!! Thank you so much for hosting this event!! And a big thank you to @taelonsamada for helping me through writer's block, @lostinanothersmemories for letting me use their headcanon of Darlin's nickname being 'fluffy' and to @sri-rachaa for beta reading this for me!!!

@starlight925, I hope you enjoy your fic!!! It's always fun to revisit my favourite non-canon couple!!!

CW: This is an David/Darlin' story, No Angel or Sam AU, surprisingly no angst considering who is being written ;-;

“Hey Tank! We wanted to ask if you could-”

“If this is about chaperoning the pup’s prom, then no. Do you want me to say it french? Trouver quelqu'un d'autre parce que non, je ne veux pas y aller.”

Asher knew that this task would be one of the hardest of his life. He's handled inter-pack politics, an onslaught of the most vicious empowered folk, and he has been blessed with the patience to navigate David’s temper. But holy hell, nothing could top this.

“I know this isn’t your thing, but pleaseeeeee! It would mean so much to the pups that their favourite tank wolf is thereeee!” He wore the best puppy eyes he can muster, a look that has made the most strong-willed people give into all of his desires. Or to get Gabe to sneak him another sweet treat without his parents realizing.

There was only one person with even more deadly puppy eyes than him, and they were standing in front of him.

Tank scoffed in disbelief. “If you think some sorry ass puppy eyes is gonna change my mind, then you better start begging.”

For a split moment, Asher genuinely considered begging them to go. It had been tradition for the older wolves to attend the pup’s prom, just to make sure no shenanigans happened that night. And the shenanigans that do occur only do so after every wolf make sure the pups will be okay.

It was part of the reason why Asher wants them there so badly. Unfortunately, Tank had plenty of experience both doing and witnessing dumb teenagers doing dumb teenager things. Having them there would make sure none of the pups slip through the gaps of the older wolves’ piercing sight. Like hell they’d let a pup pass through without notice the same way they did.

He didn’t want to say that reason though, it makes him sound like he’s using their bad experiences to his advantage, and that is the last thing he wants. He wants them there because they’re them and they’re a wonderful presence to be around.

A lightbulb went off. Asher remembered that there was someone as desperate, if not more, then himself to have Tank be a chaperone.

“David’s gonna be there.”

Unnoticed by human ears, Tank’s breath hitched and their heart rate sped up for a quick second. It was just that, a quick second.

But for the poor darling Tank, Asher did not have human ears and a second in their change state was all he needed. ‘Hehe, got you right where I want you,’ he thought mischievously.

“I sure as fuck hope David is going ‘cus how the fuck are you gonna get anyone to go if the big dawg ain’t going?”

Asher's face beamed in a wicked grin. They were deflecting, and when Tank deflects, it means you’ve struck some nerve in them. There was a truth that they were desperately trying to conceal, and that was their everlasting and ever burning feelings for a certain Alpha.

Lucky for them, that certain Alpha was holding onto hope that they had felt the same.

And as Beta, it was duty to bring these two stubborn dumbasses together. After everything they’ve been through, they deserve to feel true and unbound joy with each other. All he had to do was convince the both of them to tell each other the truth.

Seems easy enough?

“Well, David said that he wants you there too! You’re pack and therefore, you need to be a part of pack traditions!” He flashed his trademark easy going smile and continued, “and besides, heard that David’s going all out for this event too.”

They raised their eyebrows. “Our David? Going all out for something that isn’t company related? You’re gonna have to tell me more buddy.”

‘Fuck yes! They’re curious and now they won’t stop until they find out! That’s another point for best Beta Asher!’

He lowered his voice as if he was revealing his own greatest secret. “David’s pulling out the suit, you know? The black one with the gold designs?” When Tank realized what Asher was talking about, their eyes widened by a fraction and they took a sharp intake of air.

The suit in question was one that David wore at an industry dinner that was mandatory for everyone, including the pack’s beloved wayward wolf. He had worn a classic black suit that had gorgeous golden embroidery that adorned one half of the blazer. The whole outfit had shown off David’s well toned body. He exuded power and commanded attention from everyone in the room, and that included Tank’s.

Asher had later learned from his mate that after the dinner when they, Tank and Stealth had met up for some after party fun, Tank had confessed in a drunken stupor how much they adored David’s outfit. How they were ready to rip out the eyes of everyone in that room so they could keep that sight to themselves.

If the outfit had that much of an effect on them, who’s to say it wouldn’t have that same effect again? And there is nothing that makes a person want to confess more than thick sexual tension choking them.

“I’ll…” They let out a sigh knowing they fell hook, line and sinker for Asher’s trap. “I’ll go, you bastard. But whatever you’re planning? It ain’t gonna work. There is no way in hell that I’m gonna let it.”

“Do you even know the plan?” “No, but you’re fucking planning something and that’s enough to keep me on edge.”

‘Typical Tank to think that there are nefarious plots being plotted against them.’ Sure their instincts were right that he was planning something, but that didn’t negate the fact that he wished they didn’t have to be this hypervigilant. Part of him hoped David could ease the desperate grip Tank has on control of their life.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll text you details later!” He ran off, ready to tell David the good news.

‘Now I just gotta convince him to wear that black suit without giving Tank away.’

“Oh hell fucking nah, you ain’t wearing that outfit to prom.”

“I’m with Milo on this, what the hell are you doing Tank?”

Despite many preconceived notions about them, they truly cared about how they appeared.

Something, something, if they were going to die, they want to die pretty.

It hurt Tank to wear such a boring outfit, but between not having the most… appropriate outfit for a high school prom and how they absolutely do not want to steal the show with their scars, they have relegated themselves to wearing a terrible outfit. Said outfit was a pair of black jeans, a hoodie and some nice shoes. It was nice, basic but nice.

Milo and Sweetheart were anything but basic.

He ripped the outfit from their hands and threw it onto their bed. “Tank, I know you can do better than that!” He walked over to their closet and rummaged through a number of outfits. He pulled out a red cropped and backless shirt. “See? This outfit is way better than the shit hoodie.”

“First off,” they started off while taking the shirt in Milo’s hand. “Don’t diss my hoodie. Secondly, who in the fuck would wear a shirt like this to prom?” They gestured to redshirt in their hand. “I’d get dress-coded before I make it to the hall and I’m not even a student!”

Sweetheart walked over to their closet and took a peak in. “What if you wore a leather jacket on top of that? That should keep it ‘appropriate’.” The stealth grabbed the first jacket they saw.

The jacket was a black leather one, slightly larger than the ones they own. It had laid untouched in their closet for a long time, years even. They don’t know why, but they were convinced that the jacket wasn’t theirs. Which is stupid, it had a similar style to their other black jackets. And sure, it was a bit oversized, but Tank was never opposed to a looser fit.

So where the hell did that jacket come from? And who did it belong to?

Milo snickered and said, “oh I know why Tank don’t wanna dress up.” He strained his arm so he could wrap it around Tank’s shoulders. “They don’t want David to see them all dolled up. Gotta keep that side of ‘em locked up!”

They pushed Milo’s arm off them with the sound of Sweetheart’s laugh echoing in the background. They tried to stutter out an answer, but each word that left Tank further incriminated them.

Sweetheart patted them on the back. “It’s ok you know, having a crush on your Alpha.” They picked up the red shirt and black leather jacket off the ground. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be the hottest wolf in Dahlia. Now go show everyone why you’re the pack’s heartthrob.”

The wolf knew when the stealth says everyone, they specifically mean David.

Tank took the outfit from Sweetheart and kicked the other two out of their room.

They were the Tank wolf of the Shaw Pack, they were one hot ass wolf and like hell they’ll let anyone intimidate them.

But their feelings for David Shaw might be the one thing that could scare them.

–

“They’re late.”

“It’s only been half an hour, they’ll be here.”

This is ridiculous. Here he was standing in the middle of the banquet hall, watching a bunch of sweaty and horny teenagers, in his fanciest outfit and the person he wanted to see hadn’t showed up. What was the point of putting on this jacket if Tank wasn’t going to show up?

Asher noticed the all too familiar impatient look on his Alpha’s face. “Look, they’re coming with Milo and his mate, and you know how they like to take their sweet time.” He put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. “They’ll come.”

Asher’s reassurances doesn’t make up for the fact that the worst case scenarios are flooding David’s brain. Had they decided that the pack tradition wasn’t worth it? That he wasn’t worth it? Or maybe something had happened to them on the road. A car crash? Quinn?

He needed Tank to walk in this hall or so help him, he will shift and tear the city to the ground to find them and-

Asher's face lit up at the sight of Milo, his mate and Tank walking into the ball. “Well look who decided to show up! Took them long enough.”

David’s face relaxed seeing his wayward pack member face under the neon lights. Their eyes scanned the room, looking for suspicious people and exits. It’s a habit he’s aware of, but one he wishes they’d never develop. Wasn’t like he could blame them, the life Tank lived forced them to be hyper aware of every single little detail. It was their survival instinct, their way of protecting themselves.

Though he wishes that he can be their protection. That one day, Tank will never have to take a hit again because he’ll be there.

Their wandering eyes caught his stationary ones. Once Tank realized it was David eyeing them from across the room, their face relaxed and a small smile appeared. A smile that was made more beautiful by the bright lights surrounding them. Though nothing outshined them. In David’s mind, nothing could ever outshine Tank.

The newly arrived trio pushed past the awkward teenagers on the dancefloor. A few of the pack pups stopped the older wolves and stealth to thank them for chaperoning. The trio finally made their way to the Alpha and Beta, ready to receive their assignments.

“Thank you all for volunteering your time, though it would be appreciated if you came on time.” What? He could be a little salty about them taking forever and giving him a heart attack.

Milo scoffed at David’s comment, while Sweetheart and Tank snickered. “David, you can’t blame us for taking this long! It takes time to look good!” He pushed Tank in front of David. “Especially this one! Fucker took forever, but ain’t it worth it?”

David was inclined to agree that their delayed appearance had been worth it.

Tank looked really fucking good. Maybe too good for his heart to take.

And… he could be wrong, he often is, but… were they wearing his jacket? The one he lost a few years back? He looked closer and saw a familiar patch on the jacket… And the familiar scent lingering on it, mixing it with theirs… Oh yeah, it’s definitely his.

He pushed down the shiver of pride and assigned placements for the latecomers. Milo and Sweetheart were stationed by the snack table, making sure no one even thinks about lacing the food or spiking the drinks with anything. He also hoped that the constant influx of hungry partiers would keep them from making out.

Tank on the other hand was to walk around the hall and keep their eyes peeled for anything weird. He knew stationing them in one spot for the whole night would drive them crazy. Had it not been for that, he’d have them stationed with him at the entrance, an artificial way to keep them close to him.

Once everyone was told what to do, Milo, Sweetheart and Tank left to where they were designated. Though, David so badly wanted to drag Tank back. Just to have a conversation with them. To tell them they look wonderful. That he loves them.

But there was work to be done, so like always, David swallowed down and choked on the love that has been years in the making.

David’s scent filled their senses and brought a sense of comfort to their wolf side. He cleared their throat and said, “Tank, I need you for a second.” Thank goodness for David and his bailouts. They had been approached by everyone and anyone left, right and centre and desperately needed a break.

“So what do you need me to do?” They asked, curiosity piqued.

“Milo and Asher said that they were running out of plates at the food table, so he wants us to get more.”

They raised their eyebrow. “And they asked for you and me? Specifically? No one else?” They couldn’t help but be suspicious.

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

They were going to kill the two later.

Tank waved David off, gesturing to him to forget everything.

The two walked through the familiar yet unrecognizable hallways from their childhood. They could see their younger, brighter self leaning against the lockers. That they could feasibly achieve a fairy tale ending with their fairy tale prince. Walking through the school with David in their old prom outfit, loving him like a lovestruck teenager should.

Years later, they had somewhat gotten their wish, they were walking through the school with David, but with years of experiences weighing down on them.

What could have been had they not fucked it up royally?

“Nice jacket.”

David perked up at the sudden complement. “You think it looks good?” Did they think he looked good, had he looked in the mirror? He looks like he’s a kind king who decided to grace his subjects with his presence. Tank just had to be a lucky wolf to be this close to him.

“It does look good on you and I’d say you should wear it more often, but then it would lose it’s charm.”

“Well I’ll wear it more if you like it.”

Their heart sped at that comment. He’d wear it more? Because they like it? Tank had to fight their pulse to maintain a steady beat. They did not need his wolf ears to pick up how much that comment had affected him.

They didn’t know what got to them more. The fact that they’ll get to see him in that jacket more often? Or that their opinion matters to him?

Thankfully for their wandering mind, the two wolves have arrived at the storage room. David came forward and pushed it open, letting them both walk inside.

The storage room was dark, the singular lightbulb not being enough to light up the room. It was also cramped. Extremely cramped, to the point that their back was pressed onto his chest. They felt their body heat up, but were convincing themselves that it was because of the humid air and not from their own embarrassment.

They had found the plates they were looking for on a high shelf. David noticed Tank looking at the plates and wordlessly picked them, making them let out a squeal. “Fucking hell David! Give a wolf a word before you pick them up!”

He chuckled at their words. “Forgive me, your majesty. I’ll give you a warning next time.”

Tank pulled his hair in protest. They definitely weren’t thinking about the more suggestive side of their actions.

But their heart dropped at the sound of the door slamming shut.

And it locking.

“SHIT!” David dropped Tank back onto the ground and they ran to bang on the door. “WHAT THE FUCK? UNLOCK THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW!” Every second that passed made their banging more violent and frantic. David called out their name to try to get them to stop, he didn’t want them to get hurt, but nothing was working.

“FLUFFY!”

“WHAT?”

It had been years since anyone called them fluffy.

David thinks it’s a shame, ‘fluffy’ always fits them better than ‘tank’.

“Instead of banging on the door like a maniac, I’ll call Asher to get us out of here.” It was their worst nightmare, being stuck in a small room, but if they were stuck with David, then they'd stick it out.

Once David made the phone call, Tank opened their mouth. “So what now, Alpha? You got anything to keep us busy?”

“You look good in that jacket too.”

Oh fuck, his plan was to kill them before help arrives.

Tank thanked the shitty school infrastructure for only having one lightbulb, so that David wouldn’t see their embarrassed reaction. “Ah thanks, Stealth pulled it out of my closet. Gonna be honest, don’t know where I got it from. Just kinda popped in one day.”

“It’s mine, the jacket. It’s my jacket.”

Shittttttttt.

Tank scrambled to get the jacket off of them, spewing apologies like their life depended on it. They were so caught up in the new information they were given, they had completely forgotten the ‘scandalous’ outfit they wore underneath. But David placed a hand on their shoulder, stopping them.

“You look good in it and I want you to keep it. Besides,” he leaned in to whisper in their ear. “I want to be the one to take it off you.”

With all the false bravado they could muster, they replied, “sounds like you like me Shaw.”

“I don’t.”

Well there goes their heart. Like they ever had a chance with a man like him.

His eyes softened at their dejected look. “No, no, that’s not what I meant.” He ran his hand through their hair. It was an action that had always brought them warmth and comfort, and he remembered that.

“You know I’m not the best with words. I’m terrible at expressing my feelings, but you never needed that from me, an explanation. You always got what I was trying to say and accepted it with no question.” He took a deep breath and continued. “But you deserve to hear this, because I want to be clear where I stand. I know that your mind likes to wander, so I’m telling you right here, right now how I feel.”

“My fluffy puffball.” That had earned a chuckle from Tank. “I love you.”

Tank blinked in disbelief before responding. “You… love me? But I’m fucking me! The pack fuckup!”

He scoffed at their words and placed a hand on their cheek. “You made some mistakes, sure, but that doesn’t make you a fuckup.” He placed his other hand on their hip, light enough to not scare them off, but present so he can ground them. “I have loved you when we were kids who were less scarred, I love you during your bad days with Quinn and I still love you. And Fluffy, if I’m being honest, I don’t think- no, I know I will never love someone love someone the way I feel for you.”

How do they respond to that? They were words they’ve been wanting to hear for the longest time. Tank has never thought they deserve such soft love, especially from a man like David, but they won’t fuck up this opportunity they were gifted by the heavens. So they went with theur heart and said the one thing in their brain.

“David, kiss me, please?

And he granted their request.

One soft kiss turned to two, turned to him pressing Tank against the wall and them ripping each other’s jacket off.

Maybe Tank will finally get their fairytale ending with their fairytale prince.

#redacted david #redacted darlin #the way i struggled to keep this fluffy </3 but we pulled through <3 #i just think they deserve a wittle kiss <3 #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking #redacted 2022 winter gift exchange

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