#totally not listening to spice up your life by the spice girls

[kingsmint]

No thoughts just a scenario where Harry Hart dances with a villain but it’s an up beat song and the song/fight is just a bunch of twirls and kicks and blocks

[chosok-amo]

YUMMMMM.ᐟ

suguru geto. your older stepbrother who turns your life upside down when the second he returns to your hometown, living near you again after all these years living in Tokyo. You used to have a crush on him when you were little. His tall figure, jet-black long hair, sharp purple eyes, muscle, and everything, he's perfect. When you hit puberty you sometimes wonder how it feels like to get fucked by him, and the day you turn 25, the wish suddenly comes true.

beware. OOC!Suguru Geto, stepbrother!Suguru, hair-pulling, anal, aged up Suguru, name-calling, dirty talk, suggestive convertation.

⠀⠀ ⠀My social life has taken a beating since my stepbrother, Suguru Geto, returned to town. Sure, when I was sixteen and he was nineteen and just heading off to college, it was totally cool to hang with him. Not that we had much in common, but still. Now, inching close to 25, it’s not nearly as fun anymore. After graduation, he moved off to Tokyo, while I stuck around Kyoto. And so, we haven’t exactly spent a lot of time together…for quite a while. But now, he’s back. For good, he says.

⠀⠀ ⠀And he’s totally cramping my style.

⠀⠀ ⠀Oh, don’t get me wrong. Suguru is one fine ass boy, no doubt. He’s big, over six feet tall, and built like a tank...all muscle, without an ounce of fat on him. Add in the pretty boy's smile, pale skin, shining bright purple eyes… and he’s the boy next door that my friends drool over whenever he interrupts our girls’ night out. Sadly, he’s also a stepbrother who doesn’t want his stepsister getting it on with anyone. Ever.

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s never said the words, but he seems to make damn sure he stands close to me in the clubs, hovering over me, watching me like a hawk. While my girls are off getting their freak on, I’m chatting it up with Suguru.

⠀⠀ ⠀Much like tonight.

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s my 25th birthday. Yup. Big. Two. Five.

⠀⠀ ⠀Maki and Nobara are on the dance floor, their boyfriends grinding against their asses while they move to the beat. And damn, their men are fine, all muscles and covered in smooth skin.

⠀⠀ ⠀That is what I need.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Y/n? Are you listening to me?”

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru’s lips brush my ear and I fight against the shiver that races down my spine. I turn to him with a wide smile, bite back my irritation. He’s sweet. A very, very sweet temptation. I could gladly gorge myself on his brand of sugar, with hopefully, a hint of spice. And I don’t want a damn bit of nice. I turn my head to the side and yell so he can hear me. “Of course I’m listening. You were just saying that you were gonna get me another margarita.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I press a smacking kiss to his cheek, leaving a nice smear of lipstick behind. When I pull back to smile at him, he just rolls his eyes and screams back to me. “Last one.” I nod. Always the ever-dutiful, little stepsister. “I mean it!” He points a finger at me, scowl in place.

⠀⠀ ⠀Later, I’ll blame it on the alcohol. Now, I blame it on his hotness. I lean forward and swallow his finger, run my tongue along the digit suckle it, and slide along the length until he slips free of my mouth. I nip the tip, scrape my teeth over the pad, and then give it a chaste kiss before I lean back. “Thank you, Suguru.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He looks shell-shocked, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish. An adorable, totally fuckable, boy fish. He gives himself a full body shake and then rises from his stool, looking at me like I’ve got two fucking heads.

⠀⠀ ⠀I don’t.

⠀⠀ ⠀But he does.

⠀⠀ ⠀One upper and one lower… Yum. Lower.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Y/n!” A hand slaps my bare shoulder and I turn to find Maki and Nobara standing nearby, both wearing their “I’m totally about to ditch you so I can get freaky with my man” smiles. “Bitch” Straight up. “Both of y’all are bitch.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Maki leans forward first, pulling me into a hug. “Suguru can take you home, right?” I release her with a roll of my eyes and give Nobara a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes, Suguru can take me home. Did I mention y’all were a bitch?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re just a jealous bitch.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I raise my eyebrows. “And?”

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s the same old thing. They go home with their men and I go home with...no one. Except Suguru. Who I can’t have. I wave the two couples off and watch out for my brother, his ass weaving through the crowd toward me, my drink in his hand. Damn, we’d look so gorgeous together. I smile to myself only thinking about it.

⠀⠀ ⠀He slides onto the stool and sets my drink before me. The lovely, green light blinds me, I wrap my hand around the cool, sweating glass and bring it to my lips. Focusing on Suguru, I lap at the stand and, run my tongue along the rim a moment before I take a sip of the tart beverage. His attention’s all over me, eating me up with his eyes, mouth slightly parted, and staring at me like he’s a starving man…and I’m having dinner.

⠀⠀ ⠀Yum.

⠀⠀ ⠀Placing my drink on the table, I lean forward and brace myself with a hand on his thigh, squeeze the muscle that flexes beneath my palm before venturing farther north, then brush against his groin with my fingertips. “Y/n…” I hear the warning in his voice and I don’t care. I’ve wanted him for far too long. Worst-case scenario? He gets pissed, and stops tagging the fuck along. Score for me! ‘Cause that means he can’t rain on my “please dear God let me get laid” parade any longer. A large hand encircles my wrist, keeps me from moving. I stick out my lower lip and pout. “Suguru…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re drunk.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I roll my eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m horny, I’ve been attracted to you for forever, and I want to get fucked for my birthday.” I yank free of his hold and snag my purse from the tabletop before sliding from the stool. A quick tug on my tight miniskirt puts things back where they belong, and then I focus again on my stepbrother. “Since it’s obvious you’re not up,” I flick a glance at his groin to make sure he gets the innuendo, “for the challenge, I’ll go home and take care of things myself. Or grab a man on my way out the door.” I step close to him. “Maybe this boy is too intimidated to give a sista a good time. Maybe there’s someone here who can give me what I need.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I spin on my heel and weave my way toward the door, surveying my options. Oh, I get plenty of looks. With my smooth skin, beautiful feature, and a curvaceous body to boot, I’m a catch for any man. I’ve got great tits, and also a big booty that men love to grab onto when they fuck me from behind.

⠀⠀ ⠀Hell, as horny as I am right now, I’d take just about any man who knows what to do with his cock—no matter how old or who he was. Then, I see a man that just may do, and drag one of my fingernails along his arm as I pass, give him a wink that has him turning toward me and stepping in my direction. Only to be brought up short by Suguru.

⠀⠀ ⠀Mother. Fucker.

⠀⠀ ⠀Okay, he’s not really. But I wouldn’t terribly mind him being a sister fucker right about now. I don’t hear what he says, but the guy I’d set my sights on returns to his friends while Suguru continues to come after me. I roll my eyes and get back on my way. In a handful of steps, I’m out of the stifling, cloying air of the club and into the cool night.

⠀⠀ ⠀A body presses into me from behind, a large erection grinding into my ass, and the scent I’d recognize anywhere surrounds me. “You’re a cock-tease, Y/n.” Hands appear on my hips, flex, and then tighten their grip while he rubs his dick along my crack. “Teasers get punished, even if she happens to be my sister. You’ve pushed me too far—and now you’re going to get what you’re asking for.” Suguru nuzzles my neck, teeth scrape my skin, and then his lips nibble my earlobe. “You ready for that? Ready for your brother to fill your pussy with his big cock? Pull your hair? Spank this beautiful, ass for being a bad girl?”

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m aching and hot and wet as fuck. Like cream will be sliding down my thighs at any moment wet. My nipples had hardened with the cool air, but now they’re rock-fucking-hard for an entirely different reason. I don’t want to answer him, afraid of him turning away, but I can’t keep quiet. “Yes.” I moan when one hand snakes around me, then slide down my stomach to rest right above my needy mound. “Fuck me. Yes, I’m ready.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, baby, I will.” He releases me for a split second and snags my hand, twines my fingers with his, and tugs me into the parking lot. “But no bitching when I mess up your hair.” My hair. Lord, how many arguments have we gotten into over my hair. He’s fascinated with all the different looks I’ve had over the years, getting it done just about every weekend. And he always has to play with it.

⠀⠀ ⠀No one touches a woman’s hair. We spend way too much time and money for someone to just fuck it up. At the car, I finally answer him, hand on his crotch, stroking his bulge. “Oh, Suguru, you fuck me right, and you can do anything you want.” I nibble his lower lip and then slide into his SUV, leaving him there to glare at me for a moment while he adjusts his hard cock. Then, he moves around the vehicle to settle behind the steering wheel.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Not another word, Y/n.”

⠀⠀ ⠀With a lick of my lips, I eye his cock, but remain quiet throughout the drive. Suguru navigates the streets of downtown Kyoto with ease, and it’s not long before we’re pulling up in front of his house, a sprawling, ranch-style home with more space than he could ever need. I wait while he climbs from the SUV and comes around to hold the door open for me. I keep my mouth shut, smile in place as I follow him up the walk. I watch the shift of his ass in his slacks and I just want to taste it, sink my teeth in, and take a bite out of his cute little butt.

⠀⠀ ⠀Yeah, I’ve got a bit of an ass fetish.

⠀⠀ ⠀Actually, I think it’s more of a “Suguru” fetish.

⠀⠀ ⠀A quick walk up the path and we’re inside within moments, the interior wrapping us in darkness. Then, Suguru’s wrapping me in him. The door closes with a soft click, and just like that, my back’s slammed against the solid wood surface, while my brother presses against me from the front. Before I can blink, he has my wrists pinned above my head, leaving me at his mercy.

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuck, I like being at his mercy.

⠀⠀ ⠀His face is right there, less than an inch from mine, lips merely a stretch away…and I ache to kiss him. Suguru flexes his hips, his cock growing harder with each passing second it’s pushed against me. I wiggle in response, pussy needy and hurting, begging to be filled. I know my panties are soaked, and soon, the cream will be coating my upper thighs, the thong not much protection against my arousal.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru…” I want him. Damn, I want this man. Want him to fuck me, make me come, make me scream his name while he pulls my hair and pounds his big dick into me. My pussy, my ass, my mouth. His cock. Never had an older boy, but damn, it just adds a bit more of the forbidden to this, this thing between sister and brother. Then there’s the fact that my brother has me pinned…

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m hot, horny, needy and so fucking ready to come.

⠀⠀ ⠀He moans and closes the distance left between us, lips on mine, tongue delving into my mouth and sweeping through, tasting me like I’m tasting him. A hint of scotch explodes over my taste buds as I stroke and tease him, search out his natural flavor while I suck on his tongue, all the while showing him just how well I can treat him.

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru rocks his hips against me, and I bring my leg up to go around his waist, dig my heel into his ass, open my thighs to him so he can rub precisely where I ache. He transfers his hold on my wrists to one hand, and then he’s gripping my knee, holding me in place, thick cock teasing my pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀He breaks the kiss for a moment. “Wrap your legs around me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, Suguru.” I do as he asks, ankles locked around his waist to hold them in place, then he releases my arms and knee to grip my ass with his large hands. “That’s it baby.” I’m being held up by his hands cupping my butt cheeks and the door against my back, with his bulge giving me the friction I need. My pussy’s clenching on air, my slutty cunt’s looking to be filled, more than ready for his big dick. Each flex of his hips sends another frisson of arousal down my spine. “Suguru. So good.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He kneads my ass, fingers flexing and squeezing. I want him in me, coming and making me come, filling me up with his hot load. “Like that? Like your brother rubbing your pussy with his dick? You always used to tease me, Y/n. Talk about how boys don’t know how to fuck a woman. You want it, don’t you? Want this fat cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes, Suguru, I do. Please…” He presses harder and I gasp, roll my head against the cold surface of the door, so eager to get fucked by my brother. “Come on, sis. Let me give you what you need.” All at once, the security of the door leaves me and I’m clinging to Suguru like a scared child, arms around his shoulders and a scream in my throat. “I got you, Y/n. Not going to let anything happen to you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I know what I am, and thin isn’t it. I’m thick. Real thick in a lot of places, and definitely not light. But Suguru’s carrying me like I weigh nothing. Feeling a little more secure, I turn my attention to keeping his motor running, licking and nibbling his neck, kissing just below his ear, and reveling in the moans that I get in return.

⠀⠀ ⠀Before I know it, I’m flying through the air, landing on his big bed with a bounce, a laugh on my lips, my need for him to fill me still unwavering. I’m staring at him, his broad shoulders, heaving chest, the huge bulge in his pants. I want it. Want to taste him. To suck him. “Next time, baby. You touch me and I’ll explode. I just want to eat that chocolate pussy until you scream, and then fuck you dry.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru…” I whimper, squirming, rubbing my thighs together to try and alleviate some of the ache. He tears his shirt off, showing me all of his muscles, his six-pack abs, and those cute little lines at his hips. Now there, I wanna lick. Love those. Wanna nibble and see if they’re as big a turn-on for him as they are for me.

⠀⠀ ⠀His pants are next, practically torn from his body. Big bro’s gone commando, showing me his large, cock in an instant. Damn the boy’s hung. Long and thick and all for me. The head’s an angry red, like it’s dying to slam into me. Fuck yeah.

⠀⠀ ⠀I open my legs, tiny skirt sliding to my waist with ease while I show him my G-string clad pussy. I take one hand and slide a finger along the wet fabric, shudder at the pleasure that shoots through me. “What’re you waiting for then? Come eat my pussy.” Suguru kneels on the bed and moves between my legs, stroking that big dick while he watches me rub myself. “Fuck yeah, look at how wet you are. All that cream for me, baby? Are you wet for me?”

⠀⠀ ⠀He brushes my hand aside, mimics my moves, and touches me like I’ve wanted to be touched for so long. I lean back on my elbows and, drop my head back, fully enjoying his caresses and moaning each time he skims my clit. “Yes, all for you. Yours.” I’m panting, but I whimper when he pulls his hand away, then gasp when my G-string suddenly disappears with a quick tug on the fabric, leaving my cunt exposed to the cool air.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Look at all that cream.” He smiles at me before he shifts his position, bends down, and rubs his rough cheek against my inner thigh. “Smells so good. So hot for me. You want me to lick this pussy, Y/n? Want your brother to make you scream?”

⠀⠀ ⠀His heated breath fans over my wet lower lips. “Please… Eat me, Suguru. Then I want that fat cock to fuck me.” I watch while he slips his tongue out and laps at my slit, tip skating over my needy flesh, a moan forming deep in my chest.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You taste so sweet, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He dives back in, separates my nether lips, fingers holding me open while he licks me from entrance to clit and back again. He circles my opening, teasing those sensitive nerves, leaving me panting. Suguru travels up to my exposed button, flick, flick, flicking the nub, shots of pleasure zipping through me, lightning singeing each of my nerve endings as my muscles spasm in response.

⠀⠀ ⠀I try to hold back, but I can’t. I drop my weight to the mattress and fist his hair, flex my fingers and dig my nails into his scalp. “Fuck yes, give it to me.” He moans against my heat and a finger slides into my pussy, stroking my walls a few times before he fills me with two. “That’s it. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me come.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru sucks on my clit, digits stroking in time with the movements of his mouth, the squishing sounds of him moving in and out of me mingling nicely with my harsh breathing. He strokes that neglected place inside me, rubbing against my G-spot with every thrust and retreat. I move one of my hands from his head and tug my top aside to reveal my breasts. I pinch my chocolate brown nipple and pull on the hard nub. I rock my hips, move with him, whisper and whimper while he works over my spasming pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…there…please…lick that pussy.” He moans, sucks harder, shoves three fingers into my cunt, and a pinch of pain joins my pleasure. Ecstasy’s gathering, slithering through me, connecting all of the nerves in my body and forcing my muscles to twitch. My orgasm’s inching closer, growing bigger and bigger, gathering speed and intensity with each passing second.

⠀⠀ ⠀“That cunt taste good? You like licking your sister’s pussy?” Fuck. That nasty talk sends a tremor of pleasure down my spine, forcing my back to arch, a scream from my throat. This is my brother, Suguru… My new lover.

⠀⠀ ⠀He pulls his mouth away, but replaces his tongue with the thumb of his other hand, presses and circles my throbbing clit while he keeps pumping his digits in and out of me. “Come on my hand, baby. You taste so fucking good. Bet you’ll feel better when you let go. Come on my hand and I’ll give you my fat cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes, yes, yes…”

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m so close, so damned close. It’s right there, within reach, and I want it more than my next breath. I release his hair completely and pinch the nipple on my other breast, add more pain to the pleasure.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Do it, Y/n. Gimme your cum.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuckfuckfuck...”

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s on me now, filling me and sending me flying high, fireworks forming behind my eyelids while I scream Suguru’s name and come all of his fingers like he asked. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I’m a ball of pure pleasure and I love every second of it, the bliss my brother has given me pours through my veins, sending me higher and higher with each thrust of his hand.

⠀⠀ ⠀Trembling, breathing heavy and urging him on, I gasp when he crawls up me, thrusts that thick dick into my sopping wet pussy, stretching me even more.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru!”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck yeah. Take your brother’s cock.” He pulls out and slams in again, jarring us both, sending the bed banging against the wall. “Take it all.” I arch and flex against him, meet his thrusts, wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me. His dick hits even more of those hidden places in my cunt, the head of his prick stroking and teasing me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Give it to me. Want it all.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He growls and pushes all the way into me, holds his hips against mine and grinds, tiny circles that press his pubic bone against my sensitive clit. “You’re such a dirty little slut. Getting fucked by your brother. Taking this cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“More!” I plant my heels on the mattress, try to buck and force him to move.

⠀⠀ ⠀He keeps up the small movements. “Beg me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Please. Please, Suguru, fuck me. Give me your big dick. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” I’m breathless, needy and wanting and ready to do just about anything he asks. Suguru withdraws and then shoves forward again, my tits bouncing with the thrust, bed banging as a scream of pleasure gathers in my throat.

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s so good. My cunt’s still spasming and squeezing his cock with every entrance. Again and again he pushes into my tight, wet heat. I scratch his back, dig in my nails, love the way pleasure and pain dance across his features. He’s loving this as much as I am…and I revel in the fact I’m able to give this to him.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Harder. More.” I’m demanding, but I don’t care. I want this. Want him so badly.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fucking slut, aren’t you?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“For you.” Only for him. Yeah, I’ve had plenty of sex, but I’ve never been this hot or this needy. “That’s right. This is my pussy.” He withdraws and shoves forward, pistoning like a fucking jackhammer.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mine, mine, mine…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes!”

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s pounding me hard. And the rhythmic slam, slam, slam of the bed makes me happy he lives in a house and not in an apartment. I meet each thrust, our skin slapping together, bodies colliding as pleasure rises with each passing moment. I’m so close to coming, shattering around him. My pussy’s milking him, orgasm approaching once again.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Gonna come, Suguru. Come on your dick.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Do it. Come on, baby. Give it to your brother like the slut you are.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuckfuckfuck…

⠀⠀ ⠀‘Cause it’s there, pouring through me and slamming headlong into my pussy. I tighten my hold, back arched and yelling, but I’m not too sure what—‘cause the pleasure is simply…overwhelming. I’m sobbing, clawing, pulling him closer, but he keeps up his bruising thrusts, keeps drawing out the ecstasy…on and on and on. Dear god, help me.

⠀⠀ ⠀He growls and yanks my arms from around him, flips me over, and then fills me once again. I’m on my hands and knees before him, Suguru holding my hips with a bruising grip, yanking me back and forth over his dick. The slapping sounds from our bodies colliding echoes in the room, while his balls hitting my clit with each of his thrusts sends me flying high once again. It’s so good. So hot. So fucking unbelievable. One of his hands moves to my shoulder as the other grips and fists my hair.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck yeah, Suguru. Give it to me hard.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Then it begins in earnest. Suguru yanks me against each of his thrusts, the sting of him tugging my hair working through me and joining in on the pleasure. My pussy’s creaming while more and more of my arousal slides down my thighs, coating the two of us. Sweat covers my back with Suguru’s mingling with mine. I love being this close to him. I’ve waited so fucking long for this.

⠀⠀ ⠀He keeps up the pace. More, I want so much more…

⠀⠀ ⠀I palm one of my breasts, tug on my nipple, moan and groan while he works me over, takes pleasure from my body, gives back just as much. “Like that? Take my fat dick, Y/n.” He’s breathing heavy, panting.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a sweet pussy.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…” I hiss, his grip tightening.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re gonna come one more time. One more, baby. And then I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass of yours.” My pussy tightens, anxious and ready. “Anyone taken your ass, baby? Fucked this dark hole? It wants me, wants me to shove my dick in there.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“No, no one.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He releases my hair, grabs one cheek, his thumb sliding along the crease. “Gonna take your cherry then, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…” I want it, want my brother to take it. This is the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. It’s hard and rough and he’s my brother with a cock that doesn’t seem to quit. The hand on my ass moves to between my thighs, finds my throbbing clit, and he rubs the nub, quick and dirty like his fucking.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck…yeah…gonna…” ‘Cause I am. I’m gonna come all over his cock, squeeze and milk him while pleasure takes over every inch of me. I scream and yell, claw the sheets while my veins spark and burn, fire dancing along every single nerve in my body. Muscles spasm and tighten, toes curl in my shoes. Hell no. I’m not letting this boy go anytime soon. Not if he fucks me this good. And I come again, third time’s the charm, absolute bliss exploding in each and every one of my cells while he keeps it up, continues to give me pleasure while wave after wave of ecstasy takes me higher.

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuck, it’s so good, so hot…scorching me from the inside out and back again.

⠀⠀ ⠀This time, Suguru lets me calm a little before he pulls out, hands on my ass, separating the cheeks and exposing me fully. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to let them in the “back door,” but this is Suguru…and I know he’d never do anything to hurt me.

⠀⠀ ⠀His fingers play over my aroused flesh, dip to my pussy, and then ghost over my asshole, teasing me, and I shiver at the contact, the strange sensation I feel. “Shh…nice and easy, baby. Reach into that drawer over there and grab the lube.” With a stretch, I do as he asks, snag the bottle of clear liquid, and then hold it out for him. I get a wink from Suguru before I turn back around, lower my chest to the mattress and just relax, take what he’s about to give me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a pretty little asshole.” A cool finger teases the entrance and another shudder overtakes me. “It’s just begging for my cock, baby.” Then, that finger slides in easy, not a hint of pain, and the first stirrings of pleasure start throbbing in time with my heart.

⠀⠀ ⠀I moan and push back against the intrusion. It’s strange, but so good.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Want more, Y/n?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Please…” I whimper. He gives me what I beg for, eases another finger into my asshole, and still, no pain—just unimaginable pleasure. He thrusts in and out of me, fingers scissoring and stretching my virgin hole, prepping me to take that fat cock of his. “Suguru…” I whine, ready for more.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a needy slut.” He doesn’t sound too upset by the idea, and gives me another finger. This time, I feel the pinch of pain and I gasp, then my body stills for a moment. “Easy, baby. Breathe through it. It’s gonna feel so good, just give it a minute.” He strokes my back, hand sliding along my spine while he gently slides in and out of my asshole, getting me ready to get fucked back there.

⠀⠀ ⠀And he’s right. I am needy. In moments, I’m panting again, just waiting for him to plow into me with his dick. “Suguru, give it to me. Fuck me. Fill me with your cum already.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What a naughty girl.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Hearing the laugh in his voice, I look over my shoulder. “Only for you.” He just barks out another laugh, and then those sweet fingers disappear, only to be replaced with the head of his cock kissing my asshole. “Nice and easy, Y/n. Push out a little while I push in. Then, I promise you’re going to feel so good, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I force myself to relax, put my trust in Suguru and do as he asks. Inch by stretching inch, I accept his dick, body parting for him, his cock stroking unknown nerves and pleasure points. He feeds me his prick. And as seconds slip away, before I know it, he’s thrusting into my asshole, spearing me with his hard shaft.

⠀⠀ ⠀Losing track of time, I refocus as his hips rest against mine, balls brushing my pussy. Suguru strokes my back, fingers dancing over my skin, touching and caressing me so tenderly. He teases my ass, fingers playing along my hole where he’s penetrating me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You should see this. So sweet, so pretty. Your asshole’s just sucking me in and keeping me hot.” He pulls out a little and then eases back into me, yanking a gasp and moan from deep in my chest. “That’s it, baby, nice and easy.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He does it again, retreat and advance, breaks me apart. I’m so full, I think I’m gonna burst, blow up and burn in a fire that’s threatening to consume me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Like that?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Hell yeah. Do me harder, please..”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Shit, baby.” He groans, but listens, pulls out and pushes in with more force, gives and takes with increased passion. “Sweetest, tight little ass.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Pound me with that big dick, brother. Show me what a good fuck you are.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a slut.” There’s still no malice, just arousal tingeing his voice, and he gives me what I long for. It’s like the chains he’s had on himself melt away. Suguru withdraws and then shoves forward, hard enough for the bed to pick up its banging, his balls smacking my pussy and sending light tingles along my spine. The scent of our sex surrounds us, the musk filling the air, permeating our pores.

⠀⠀ ⠀On and on he goes, in and out, in and out, slap, slap, slap…

⠀⠀ ⠀I never knew. Never knew that anal sex could feel so good, so right, and make me come. It’s right there, close enough to reach out and grab. I’m full and stuffed and stretched, the pinch melding with the pleasure until I’m a glowing balloon of ecstasy, growing larger with every passing second. My breathing’s labored, even harder than before. I’m exhausted, fucked-tired, and just ready to come so I can pass the fuck out. Suguru can keep going for all I care, but I just need to rest for a minute.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You gonna come, baby? Your ass is begging for it, milking my dick.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mmm-hmm…” I can’t really talk. I can mumble a little, though. ‘Cause I want it, want him to paint me from the inside out. He slaps my ass, waking me up in an instant, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. “Fuck me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“That’s what I’m doing, baby.” He spanks me again, harder this time, the burn shoving my orgasm closer.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru!”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, yeah, you like that.” I can feel his smug attitude radiating from behind me, and he deserves every bit of those feelings because he’s right.

⠀⠀ ⠀Actually, he’s wrong. I don’t just like it—I fucking love it.

⠀⠀ ⠀Another smack, another jolt. Again and again, in time with his strokes, shoving in and yanking out of my asshole while he spanks my cheeks. I feel the heat and pain mingling in the pleasure his fucking’s creating, rolling together and creating a wave of undeniable ecstasy. It’s growing and growing larger by the second until I’m filled with it. Every nook and cranny inside my body is consumed by the sensation he’s creating.

⠀⠀ ⠀He fucks me harder, deeper, banging into me, our breathing growing heavier, mixing with the sounds of our bodies meeting and the bed hitting the wall with each of his powerful thrusts.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Come in me, Suguru. Do it. Fill me with your cum.” I moan and groan, gasp when he hits me once again. Shit. Right there, oh, yeah…that sends me over the edge, sends me flying high and screaming his name while my pussy and ass clamp down, milk and spasm. God, what I wouldn’t give to have my pussy filled at the same time. “Yes, god, yes…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Y/n. Baby…”

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s jerking against me, fingers digging into my hips, probably leaving bruises behind, but I don’t mind. His cock’s growing thicker inside me, jerking, and then the splash of his hot cum is hitting my inner walls, spurting inside me. He rocks with me, our bodies moving as one while more and more of his seed comes out of his dick and into me.

⠀⠀ ⠀Slowly, by moments, we calm, our breathing returning to normal, and then Suguru slumps to the side, bringing me with him, his cock still sheathed in my ass. He kisses the back of my neck, so tender and sweet. “Oh, baby. That was…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mmm-hmm.” I wiggle against him, his dick slowly softening inside me. I can still feel the stretch and heat of him, his cum dribbling from my hole.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Stay here, baby.” He eases from my back passage and I whimper, reach back for him, but he’s already gone. I watch while he pads naked to the bathroom and returns moments later with two washcloths. He reaches for me, but I hold out my hand. “Stop it. Let me take care of you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He presses a quick kiss on my shoulder and nudges my hand away, taking care of cleaning me up, wiping away the evidence of his pleasure. Then, after he’s done with me, he does the same to himself.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Pain in my ass, Suguru,” I grumble, not really meaning it, but it’s what we do. We argue about how annoying we are to each other.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Only if you ask nicely,” he replies.

⠀⠀ ⠀I snort.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You were begging, and not too long ago.” He snuggles behind me, his cock nestling along the crack of my ass, arms draped over me. “I believe it was something along the lines of ‘give me your big dick. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.’ But I could be wrong.” I look over my shoulder and stick my tongue out at him. “You’re a asshole.” He raises a single brow. “That’s what you’ve got? ‘You’re a asshole?’”

⠀⠀ ⠀I narrow my eyes and glare at him.

⠀⠀ ⠀“It’s okay, baby, I’ll take that. I’ll also take you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What’re you talking about?”

⠀⠀ ⠀He scrapes his teeth along my shoulder, nibbles my skin. “I’m keeping you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You can’t keep me! I’m my own wo—”

⠀⠀ ⠀He silences me with a kiss. And it’s almost enough to make me lose my “mad.” Almost. “Hush. You are your own woman, but now, you’re also mine. Don’t worry. You can still hang out with your bitch. You just won’t be picking up men anymore. I’m your man now.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What?” My mouth opens wide in surprise. “You did not just call my friends bitch!” I get another kiss, but this time, while he shifts me to my back and thrusts into my pussy again. His cock’s hard and thick, filling me, a shot of ecstasy spreading from my pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀“I did. And I am your man.” He withdraws and eases forward, nice and gentle. “No one else is fucking this pussy. I’ve ruined you, haven’t I? Say it.” He pulls out, pushes back in. “Say it, baby.” He nibbles my lower lip, rains kisses along my jaw and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “Say it,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru. You’re my man.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Your brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀God, this is so slow and sweet… Feels so damn good I’m gonna come again. Come all over his cock. “My brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a hot woman. My little sis. And I’m your brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He thrusts home, grinds his hips against me, rubbing my clit just right and yanking a scream from me. “My brother!”

⠀⠀ ⠀I throw my head back, arching and yelling, pleasure bursting through me as I find my release once again. It’s not as strong as before, but deeper, more meaningful. ‘Cause it’s my man, my big bro doing this for me, and not some quick fuck I’ve picked up. “That’s it, baby. Gonna come in this sweet pussy.” He’s breathing heavy again, increasing his pace a little, thrusting harder.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Come in my cunt, Suguru. Fill me up. Give it to me.” I claw his back, run my nails along his spine and dig my heels into his ass checks, pull him into me with more force.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck. Baby…” Then he’s there, coming in me, dick swelling, jerking inside my heat, and spurt after spurt of his cum fills my pussy. He jerks—once, twice, three times before he slumps over me, body shaking, tremors traveling through him with every breath.

⠀⠀ ⠀I stroke his back, soothe him while he catches his breath.

⠀⠀ ⠀He really is a good man. And as long as he fucks me like this every day, I figure I can handle having him as mine.

⠀⠀ ⠀Happy Birthday to me.

[oopwoop]

Barbie Movie W/ The Spider-verse Kids

pairings: e!42! & e!1610! Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy

warnings: none that i can think of??

BIRTHDAY POST! I saw the Barbie movie for my bday today and had to post something.. it’s been a bit since I have so sorry about that.. enjoy!

e!1610 Miles Morales

more than willing to go see it with you. was downright excited when you asked him to see it with you. when he was younger he definitely played with Barbies with his mom. and in the comics he eventually has a little sister so he totally plays with her too.

pays for everything. uses the money he’s saved up to take you on dates. he wants you to have a good time

definitely cries. doesn’t have to go through the struggles the movie represents but still sympathizes. we love him 🫶

wears pink without you even asking. it’s a movie about Barbie, of course you need to wear pink!

fav song from the movie is Journey To The Real World by Tame Impala

e!42! Miles Morales

very reluctant to see it. claims it’ll just be a movie for little kids. little did he know…

now that you convinced him to go, don’t expect him to wear pink for it. you must be pulling his leg if you think he’s going to wear any sort of pink. yeah.. you got him to wear pink.

you bet your ass he paid for every single thing though. the theatre had cute Barbie cups? he’s getting you one. omg, they have cookies? getting you as many as you want. all of it. you want it, it’s yours.

definitely teared up but refused to admit it. you ask and he’s making up a lie on the spot. yet you know he did

Barbie World by Nicki & Ice Spice ft. Aqua is his song (no one is telling me otherwise)

Pavitr Prabhakar

more excited than you fr. he’s been waiting for this moment since the movie was announced. literally bouncing off walls just waiting

came all decked on in a Barbie themed outfit, it’s not even funny. he’s totally rocking it though

making this the best date of your life fr. you both are super excited, him even more so, so he’s gonna do whatever he can to have a good time.

cried like a baby fs. not ashamed of it either. tears were streaming down his face when the movie ended, face puffy and red. no lie about it.

vibes with Speed Drive by Charli XCX (fav song from the movie)

Gwen Stacy

wanted to see Oppenheimer over Barbie. but she’s willing to see Barbie and then go see Oppenheimer. she’s excited for it, yeah, but not jumping out of her seat for it or anything.

definitely making it a barbieheimer date. she’s gonna wear a pink shirt with a leather jacket, no doubt.

i feel like she’d tear up a bit but no tears would fall. if you ask she wouldn’t deny it but would be very nonchalant about it.

idk why but i just see her much more excited and wanting to see Oppenheimer

i feel like she like Billie Eilish so probably enjoyed What Was I Made For? she teared up when it came on (honestly me too)

Hobie Brown

surprisingly but not surprisingly is the one who said y’all should go. was definitely more excited for Barbie than Oppenheimer. refuses to step foot into a showing of that.

will definitely wear pink. it may not match his whole punk ‘aesthetic’ but he doesn’t believe in consistency. “but pink is a girl color”, nope! he doesn’t listen to that load of bull. colors are just colors, plus he’s always changing colors so what’s it matter to him. he himself turns pink sometimes.

begrudgingly pays for tickets but will not pay for snacks. sneaks them in fs.

doesn’t really cry but does sympathize with what the movie portrays.

doesn’t really have a favorite, though he enjoys most of the songs. he finds I’m Just Ken by Ryan Gosling funny though.

[formulauno98]

Yacht Girl Summer - Chapter Eleven / Chalet Girl Winter - Friday - George Russell x Reader, Toto Wolff x Reader

Word Count: 8.7k - Yes I got over my writers block and wrote a triple length chapter. I previously promised one final chapter but I've had to split it up so there will be fourteen chapters in total.

Warnings: 🌶 Some very PG mild spice but 18+ only.

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction. No use of Y/N and minimal descriptions because I want everyone/anyone to be able to enjoy this.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

You and Toto arrived at his chalet just as the late afternoon sun was dipping behind the peaks of the Austrian mountains, casting your surroundings in a soft, golden glow. Guests were due to arrive that evening so ever the proud host, Toto had insisted on arriving a few hours ahead to ensure the chalet was up to his exacting standards.

After a short flight, the drive from the airport had been quiet, with Toto’s driver quickly navigating the sweeping snowy roads whilst Toto sat beside you in the backseat, engrossed in answering emails on his iPad and occasionally glancing across at you, covering your hand with his.

You had spent the journey from the airport in silence, wrapped in thoughts of the past few months and how quickly things had changed. You’d gone from a troubled relationship with George to something entirely different with Toto and life felt much easier, albeit surreal. Toto was like a breath of fresh air. Considering he was much busier than George, he listened to you, valued your opinions and remembered the small details. You finally felt like your own person again.

– – –

“Wow,” you exclaimed as you stepped out of the car, the sting of cold mountain air hitting your face as you stretched your legs. Toto had undersold you his chalet, it was enormous, a wide expanse of rustic wood and sparkling glass, perfectly nestled in a small valley in the heart of the mountains, set back from the road.

“You like it?” said Toto, coming to your side and taking your hand in his as you took in your grand surroundings.

“Well I’ll reserve judgment until I get the full tour, but on first impressions, yes it’s beautiful,” you said, stretching up to kiss him on the cheek. 

Toto smiled and led you towards the heavy wooden front door, “Come on, I’ll show you around.” Turning back towards his driver, he added, “I’ll come back for the bags.”

The door creaked open easily and you were immediately greeted by a wave of warmth and the scent of fresh pine and woodsmoke. Toto squeezed your hand gently. “Welcome to my favourite place in the world.”

“I think I can see why,” you replied, marvelling at Toto’s mountain home. Having so far spent the majority of your time together in London, you hadn’t yet been to any of Toto’s houses and you were looking forward to having a good look around. The foyer was breathtaking, intricate wooden beams arched overhead, an impressive staircase wound upwards to the galleried landing on the second floor and large windows framed the snow-covered peaks outside. It was picture-perfect, almost like something out of a movie.

“I’ll show you around in a minute,” Toto said, before stepping forward to greet an older man and woman who had seemingly appeared from nowhere, introducing them as Greta, his House Manager, and Claus, his Chef. You blushed furiously as he introduced you as his girlfriend. It wasn’t a conversation you’d had yet but it was comforting to know that he was serious about your relationship and wasn’t afraid to tell people. 

“Lovely to meet you too,” said Greta, eyeing you curiously, “Here, let me take your coats. Toto, do you need me to send someone for the bags?” 

“Thank you Greta but that will be okay. I will bring them,” said Toto as he passed both of your coats to her. He turned back to you, “Why don’t you look around while I get our things?”

You nodded, still overwhelmed by the grandeur of the place and the way Toto had introduced you. As he headed back outside, Greta and Claus busied themselves, leaving you alone in the spacious foyer. You were immediately drawn to a console table across from you, laden with elegantly framed photos. Picking up a small silver frame you smiled as you clocked a photograph of Toto and the woman who had caused your first quarrel - his sister. They looked to be in their late teens, smiling and laughing at the camera with identical dimpled grins. In hindsight you felt stupid, the family resemblance was strong.

“Found something interesting? Toto said, having reappeared behind you, carrying your bags inside with ease. 

“Just a little.” you said, placing the frame back down from where you’d taken it, “It’s nice, you have more photos here than on the yacht.”

“Well, it’s the family home. They all come here for the holidays,” said Toto, placing the bags down gently at the foot of the stairs before stepping closer to you, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. “Come, I’ll show you the rest of the house.”

He led you through the spacious living room, where yet more floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the valley below. As the afternoon sun waned, soft light from the large stone fireplace cast a golden glow across the room. It was cosy as hell and you could already imagine spending the evening here, curled up on one of the large cream sofas with a glass of wine and a book.

“This is the heart of the house,” Toto explained, gesturing to the living room. “We designed it to be a place where everyone can gather and relax.”

“I love it,” you said, clocking the carefully chosen details, the thick sheepskin rugs and the luxe throws draped over the sofas. It was certainly very Alpine. “When you say we…?”

Toto smiled, admitting “My interior designer and I. I know what I like but have no idea how to find it.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” you said laughing, “You’re a busy man!”

Toto’s eyes twinkled as he pulled you from behind into his chest, bending down to whisper in your ear, his voice low, “Is that so?”

Turning around to face him, you stretched up to plant a soft kiss on his lips, “Far too busy to select cushions.”

“I know my favourite cushions,” said Toto, his expression deadpan before he reached his arms behind you to lightly squeeze your ass, making you squeal.

“Ahem.” came a voice from a doorway on the other side of the room, interrupting the moment. It was Greta.

“Sorry Greta,” said Toto, his mouth quirking with a smirk, “I was just giving a house tour.”

“Sorry to interrupt but Andreas wanted to know where the bags need to go,” said Greta, blushing as she couldn’t quite meet Toto’s eye.

“In the master suite.” said Toto, “Sorry I should have instructed him.”

“No worries, I will let him know.” said Greta with a polite smile, turning to leave before suddenly turning back, “Can I get you anything? A drink? A snack? Claus is preparing the evening service but it is long to wait until then.”

Toto turned to you, his eyes kind as he clocked that you were not used to having staff. “Would you like anything?”

It was your turn to blush as you felt like a spoilt brat, “Oh no, I’m fine thank you, maybe I can come and grab a tea later?”

“Sure,” said Toto and Greta in unison, exchanging a somewhat strange look. “I will show the kitchen on my tour, Greta.”

“Very well,” said Greta, ducking out of the doorway and leaving you alone once more.

“Sorry about that, I know you think I am an idiot for having staff but as we don’t use this house often it is better to have them to keep things running,” said Toto, looking a little embarrassed.

“Not at all.” you said, before adding, “Well… I’m not used to it. I know you had the crew on the boat but that feels different because you need them to sail. I can always get my own drinks.”

“I know.” said Toto, “I’ll have a word with Greta.”

“Thanks,” you said, stretching up to kiss him once more.

He smiled, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Come, there’s more to see.”

As promised, he led you to the kitchen next, a modern space with light wood cabinetry, sleek appliances and a large island at its centre. Claus was busy expertly chopping vegetables as Toto caught his attention.

“What’s on the menu?” he asked, smiling at the older man.

“The usual.” said the older man, smiling before gesturing to a large pot simmering away, “And Greta has made Glühwein.”

“What’s that?” you asked, unaccustomed to Austrian cuisine.

“Mulled wine.” said Toto, pulling you towards the stove before lifting the lid, “Here, smell it.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, turning to Claus since it was clear that he was the voice of authority in this kitchen. He nodded approvingly so you bent down to take in the aromatic mix of cinnamon and spices. “It smells like Christmas!” you exclaimed.

The two men laughed at your enthusiasm. “You will love it,” said Toto. 

“Looking forward to trying it,” you said to Claus.

“Oh, it is not me who makes it, it is my wife,” Claus said, beaming.

“Claus and Greta are married.” explained Toto, as he clocked your look of confusion, “It makes sense since they live here together.”

“I see,” you said, “Is this common in chalets?”

“No, I just lucked out,” said Toto smiling at Claus.

“I think you’ll find we are the lucky ones,” the older man replied, “Now, please young man, leave me alone so I can carry on getting this food ready for the guests.”

Toto laughed at the man trying to shoo you out, “Okay but we will be back for tea.”

Claus shook his head before returning to chopping, adding sarcastically, “I can’t wait.”

“He seems fun,” you said as Toto guided you along another hallway off to the other side of the kitchen.

“They are both great fun, and Andreas.” he replied, “You’ll see tonight.”

“Without sounding like an idiot, is that normal for staff?” you asked, not sure of the etiquette.

“Not exactly.” said Toto, “But they’re more like family than staff. You’ll see.” 

He then led you down a hallway, pointing out various rooms; there was a well-appointed dining room, complete with a grand piano, a den filled with books and games and a traditional sauna for unwinding after a day on the slopes. He then led you up a smaller wooden staircase at the end of the hallway, bringing you onto the far end of the galleried landing you’d seen from the foyer.

“Ooh secret stairs,” you said, following Toto along the landing.

“Not so secret but quicker to get to our room,” he said, stopping at a set of grand wooden double doors. He opened them dramatically to reveal the master suite. The bedroom was expansive, with another large stone fireplace at one end and wall-to-wall glass doors that opened out onto a veranda on the other. 

“I hope you’ll be comfortable here,” he said, his voice dropping slightly as he turned to you, eager to see your verdict.

You stepped into the room, admiring the luxurious furnishings and the spectacular view. The bed was cloud-like and you couldn’t wait to dive in later, “I think I will survive.”

Toto burst into laughter, “I’m glad to hear it. Although I will warn you, it gets cold here at night. We might need to cuddle up.”

“Oh really?” you asked, moving closer to Toto, liking where this was going.

“One hundred percent,” he said, leaning in to catch your lips with his, his large hands resting on your hips, spanning your waist. 

“Do you offer this service to all of your guests?” you asked, with a smirk.

“Only my favourites,” he said before gripping your hips tighter and throwing you down onto the bed.

“Heyy!” you said, in surprise, giggling as he lay down on top of you, pressing kisses behind your ear, his hands starting to roam.

You blushed as Toto’s kisses grew more playful and he started to nip at your collarbone, gradually dipping lower. “I think I could get used to this,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair as he trailed kisses down your neck.

Toto lifted his head, his eyes dark with affection as he looked down at you. “I hope you do.”

“Toto…” you whispered, his gaze was intense, full of a desire that made your heart race.

“Yes?” he murmured, his voice husky.

You bit your lip, trying to think of something to reply but the words got lost as you lost yourself in his eyes. Instead, you pulled him back down to you, kissing him deeply. Toto responded eagerly, his hands moving to the hem of your sweater, lifting it just enough to slip his hands underneath. 

Things were just starting to heat up when you were suddenly interrupted by your phone ringing loudly from your bag across the room. You froze for a second and then Toto sighed, resting his forehead against yours.

“You should probably get that,” he said, his eyes saying otherwise.

“Or I could ignore it,” you suggested, trying to pull him back down, but he shook his head, a smirk on his lips.

“It could be important,” he countered, giving you a quick peck before rolling off the bed and letting you up.

You groaned, got up and made your way over to your bag. The ringing stopped but the unmistakable chime of a message rang out. You reached for your phone and unlocked it, glancing at the screen, it was a message from Cara. 

We’re 15 minutes away. Hope you two lovebirds aren’t getting up to too much trouble without us ;)

You couldn’t help but laugh as you sat back down on the bed and showed Toto the message. He chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Great timing, as always.”

You smiled and started to fix your sweater, smoothing it out as you replied.

Trying my best but Toto is persistent. Can’t wait to see you x

“I guess that’s our cue to get ready for the others,” you said, slipping off the bed and heading toward the bathroom to check your appearance.

Toto watched you, clearly enjoying the sight of you walking away. “You look perfect,” he called after you.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr Wolff,” you teased, glancing at him over your shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.

– – –

When you returned, Toto had opened up the glass doors and was stood out on the veranda, leaning up against the wooden balustrade, looking out into the darkness. The sun had fully set and the first stars were beginning to twinkle in the clear sky. You were hit with a strange feeling of deja vu as you were fondly reminded of the first time Toto had spoken to you properly, up on the sun deck of his yacht on a similar starry night.

He turned as he heard you approaching, “They’ll be here any minute now,” he said, his thumb gently reaching out and stroking the back of your hand as you joined him.

You nodded, leaning into him as you both gazed out at the night sky. “I’m glad we came here early,” you said softly. “It’s been nice, just us.”

Toto squeezed your hand, his voice warm, “Me too, but we’ll have plenty more time just for us.” 

Your eyes lit up at the prospect of more travel with Toto, “I hope so.” you said, letting him sway you gently from behind. You stayed there in blissful silence for a moment before it was interrupted by the sound of cars making their way up the drive. Toto murmured from behind you, “Sounds like we have company.”

You turned and smiled up at him, brushing an errant strand of hair off his forehead. “I suppose you should go and greet them.”

“I suppose, but you are coming down with me” he replied, leaning down to steal one last kiss before you both made your way back inside.

“Are you sure?” you said, gently closing the door behind you, “It’s your house.”

“If you are fine with it?” he said, looking unsure of himself.

“Sure,” you said quietly, a little apprehensive to greet the group, some of whom you had not seen in person since the fateful yacht trip.

“You don’t sound so sure.” said Toto, raising his eyebrow, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know if it’s my place,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“That is bullshit.” said Toto, matter of factly, “Is it because of what happened before?”

Feeling your flushed face betray you, you looked at him, “Well yes. I don’t want them to think badly of me. I haven’t seen James, John or Marion since the yacht and God only knows what George is going to say if he sees me swanning down those stairs like I own your house.”

Toto’s expression softened, “If they think badly of you, I have the number of a nice hotel down the road.”

You laughed, Toto was stubborn as ever, “You know what I mean.”

Drawing you back in close, Toto rubbed your shoulders, “I’m here and I’m not going to let anyone say anything. I want you to feel at home here. Besides, James and Cara know the situation, John and Marion likely guessed and George, well George has his friends and is bringing someone so he cannot be too angry with us.”

Raising a small smile, you leaned into the tall Austrian’s chest, breathing deeply. Toto had some kind of magical power to immediately make you feel at ease. “Thank you,” you replied, looking up at him.

“No, thank you for coming, you’ve made me a very happy man,” he said, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before taking your hand and leading you out of the bedroom. Attentive as ever, he clocked you eyeing up your luggage, “We can unpack a little later.”

“You already know me too well,” you said, shaking your head as Toto laughed, leading you back down the landing, this time towards the main staircase. As you descended the stairs, you could hear excited chatter from the foyer before catching sight of two familiar faces, James and Cara. You felt somewhat relieved that George had not yet arrived but were still nervous as to what they could say.

“Toto! You old rascal!” James called out as soon as he spotted you both, his voice teasing. 

“Old?” Toto replied with a grin, stepping forward to greet his friends. “How was the journey?”

“Not too bad,” Cara said, wrapping her arms around you in a warm hug. “We made good time in the end, have you two been here long?”

“No, about an hour, Toto was just showing me around,” you said, turning to hug James, glad that they were here and you’d have at least two friends for the weekend.

“It’s gorgeous right?” said Cara, beaming at you and Toto. 

“Indeed,” you said, politely leaning in to greet James with a hug.

“Andreas will take your bags,” said Toto, gesturing at a sandy-haired younger man patiently waiting in the doorway. He looked just like a younger Claus and you made a note to ask Toto if he was Greta and Claus’ son.

“Thank you, Andreas,” said Cara warmly.

“We’ve put you in the room with the balcony like last year,” said Toto.

“Perfect, thank you so much Toto.” said Cara excitedly before turning to you, “It’s heaven, it has its own hot tub.”

“Ah yes, I remember that,” said James, approaching his wife, making her face redden. You hated to think what that was about and exchanged a raised eyebrow with Toto.

“Spare us the details James,” said Toto in a deadpan tone before throwing you a wink.

James chuckled and threw an arm around Cara’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it PG. For now,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows, earning a playful nudge from his wife.

“Not on my account,” you replied, feeling more at ease. It was a relief to know that James and Cara, at least, were fully supportive of you and Toto.

Toto chuckled, pulling you to his side. “Let’s get you settled in,” he said, guiding everyone further into the house.

As Andreas handled the bags, you all moved towards the living room, settling down on the large cream sofa as Toto set about pouring drinks in the bar area.

“So,” James began, stretching out and making himself at home, “What’s on the agenda for this weekend, Toto? Skiing? Apres? Or are we just here to relax and enjoy the view?”

Toto smiled, glancing at you before responding. “Whatever you want James, but mostly to switch off and relax..”

“I like the sound of that,” Cara said, curling up next to her husband. “It’s been a hectic few months. A little downtime is exactly what you guys need.”

You nodded in agreement, knowing that Toto had been working flat-out, as had the rest of the team.

As you all chatted, the doorbell rang, meaning more guests. Toto squeezed your hand gently, reassuring you as he got up to go and greet them.

“Here we go,” you murmured to Cara, who gave you a supportive smile.

Toto returned with Marion and John in tow, the older couple lamenting the cold weather. Marion’s eyes lit up when she saw you and she immediately rushed over to hug you.

“It’s so good to see you!” Marion exclaimed, pulling you into a warm embrace. “I was hoping you’d be here.”

You smiled, relieved by her enthusiasm. “It’s good to see you too, Marion. How have you been?”

“Oh, you know, the usual,” she laughed. “But we’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

John gave you a friendly nod, clearly more reserved. “Nice to see you again,” he said, shaking your hand.

“Good to see you too.” you blushed, knowing that John was likely privy to what had happened between yourself, George and Toto and must have felt as awkward as you did.

“Come, sit down, let me get you a drink,” said Toto, chiding John and Marion as they lingered in the living room.

“I’ll help.” offered John, looking unsure about sitting without Toto.

“Thank you,” said Toto as the two men busied themselves at the bar.

You settled back down on the plush sofa with your wine in hand, now beside Marion, who had just been handed her own glass by Toto. Edging closer, the older woman turned to you, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “So...you and Toto, huh? I have to say, I didn’t see that one coming. I know things with George were tense in the Summer but Toto…?”

Marion raised an eyebrow as she took a sip. “Different, how? In that he’s a man, not a boy?”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t deny the truth in her words. “It’s not just that,” you admitted. “He listens to me, if I tell him something, he remembers.”

“That’s important,” Marion nodded. “And rare. I was shocked- I have to say but you look much happier than you did in the Summer and that’s all that matters.” She smiled warmly before adding with a wink, “Plus, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone. You must have done something right.”

You laughed, grateful for her kind words and lack of judgment. Before you could respond, the sound of a car pulling up outside grabbed your attention. You exchanged a glance with Toto, who having poured everyone drinks had just returned to his vacated seat, both aware of who had just arrived. Your stomach tightened as the familiar hum of voices grew louder from the foyer.

“Here we go,” you muttered under your breath as Toto got up once more to greet the final group of guests.

“Is this not going to be awkward?” asked Marion, sipping her wine beside you.

“You don’t even know half of it,” you said resignedly.

“What do you mean?” asked the older woman, intent on gathering the scoop.

“It’s complicated…” you started before Cara chimed in.

“George turned up on her doorstep drunk the other night and declared his love for her. Toto then turned up for a date while George was there and they exchanged some… let’s say words.” Cara said, her eyes gleaming, “All very Bridget Jones.”

“Shit,” said John and Marion in unison, not having been privy to the full situation.

“I knew George and Toto were off with one another,” muttered John, “You were there James, at that meeting last week?”

James leant forward, seemingly less comfortable gossiping about his colleagues and choosing his words carefully, “Yes. I know they were at each other but I thought it was because of the Summer, not that there were more recent developments.”

As the older couples openly discussed your love life you wished you could shrink back into the sofa and disappear. Toto had brushed off your questions about the workplace dynamic between him and George and you wondered if this weekend was his attempt at rebuilding their relationship.

“Did Toto not say anything to you?” asked John.

“Not really,” you said shyly.

“Well, I’m sure it will blow over,” said Cara kindly, spotting your nervous look.

“I hope so,” you said weakly, the truth was that you were tense as you awaited George’s arrival fiddling with your wine glass idly. What would George say when he walked in? Would he ignore you, or would he… no, you forced yourself not to overthink.

Fortunately, your misery was short-lived as Toto reappeared with Sam, George’s race engineer and Darren, another engineer who was a close friend of George’s. Neither of them had brought their girlfriends and you couldn’t help but wonder why George had decided to bring someone when just a week earlier he was busy declaring his love for you.

“Hey,” Sam said, spotting you from across the room, his tone a little frostier than usual, “How’s it going?” 

As you got up to greet the two men, knowing that they were going to be less than friendly after what you had done to George, you almost missed George himself wandering in with an extremely tall and thin blonde companion on his arm. She was beautiful, in a polished, flawless way that made you feel immediately self-conscious. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled and she wore a cream ski outfit that looked like it had never seen a day on the slopes. She regarded you with the kind of polite disinterest some reserve for waitstaff, her eyes skimming over you briefly before returning to George. Still, something in the way she pursed her lips sent a cold tingle down your spine.

George’s eyes met yours briefly, a flicker of emotion passing through them. For a moment, the air between you felt charged, like something was still left unsaid and hanging heavy between you. It was, however, a blink and it’s gone moment as he quickly looked away and pulled his companion towards you.

“Hey,” he said somewhat awkwardly, “This is Elisa, Elisa, this is—” George began, but Elisa cut him off, stepping forward.

“Yes I know who she is,” Elisa said sweetly, her eyes flicking to Toto and then back to you. “I’ve heard all about you.” Her words hung in the air, sharp beneath their pleasant surface. There was no mistaking the underlying hostility. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Elisa,” you said, forcing a polite smile. You decided it was best to take the high road. 

Elisa’s lips curved into a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Likewise.”

“So is it your first time in Austria?” you asked, trying your best to make polite chitchat.

“No. I have been coming here to ski since I was a child.” she said coldly, “I assume it is yours?”

A little taken aback by her continuing cool demeanour, you tried your best to not let her unsettle you, “Yes, it’s so beautiful, I can’t wait to get out tomorrow.”

“Really?” said George, looking surprised, “I thought you hated ski-ing.”

“I don’t hate it, I’m just not any good at it,” you said, trying not to make things even more awkward with Elisa.

“Hmm.” said George, unconvinced, “Well it’s nice to see you. I had better introduce Elisa to the others.”

You nodded as George and Elisa made their way over to where James, John, Cara and Marion were huddled, chatting animatedly. As you stood alone you suddenly felt very out of place but as luck would have it, a hand gently tapped you on the arm and as you turned you were relieved to see Toto and Greta.

Toto must have read your face like a book as he remarked, his voice quiet, “It was always going to be awkward. But better to rip it off like a bandaid. We’re going to have George in our lives for a long time.”

As awkward as you felt in the moment, you knew Toto was right and you were somewhat buoyed by the fact that he was thinking about the future. You nodded and sighed as Greta shot you a look of sympathy, “Don’t worry, once everyone is settled, we are going to show them to their rooms so they can get ready for dinner.”

Smiling at the kind older woman, you were grateful that she too seemed to understand how uncomfortable you felt. Toto had obviously filled her in on the situation and explained the strange group dynamic.

“Hey boss,” came a voice from behind you. It was Sam, “Thanks again for inviting us!”

“That’s quite alright,” said Toto politely, “I hope it makes up for my garage outbursts.”

“One hundred per cent,” said Sam brightly, finishing his wine in a gulp before looking pointedly at you, “Although these last few months you’ve been less grumpy.”

Toto looked less than amused at Sam’s cheeky comment, bristling at the younger man’s words, “Perhaps,” he replied starchily.

Looking suitably chastised, Sam dropped his grin before stepping back slightly, “Well, I guess I should go and say hi to the others.”

“That wasn’t awkward at all,” you said, looking up at Toto.

“Indeed.” said Toto, looking weary before dropping his voice, “I should have explained that George asked me if he could invite his friends from the team and I said yes because I felt guilty if he didn’t have anyone. Then last week he asked if he could bring one more person, Elisa, and by that point, I couldn’t uninvite them.”

“Oh.” you said, “That makes sense.”

Toto grimaced as he saw George, Sam and Darren huddled in chatter, muttering “I knew it, I’m too nice.”

You and Greta laughed in unison, knowing full well that no one would ever accuse Toto of being too nice. 

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, looking perplexed.

“No reason.” you said, squeezing his hand, “I’m just messing.”

“I hope so.” Toto said, slipping his arm around your waist, “Okay, let’s gather everybody, Greta.”

FRIDAY EVENING

Having successfully gathered the group to be shown to their rooms by Greta and Andreas, you and Toto had since retired to the master suite to unpack while the guests settled in. There had been grumbles from John and Marion when they discovered that James and Cara had already been given the room with the hot tub, but Toto reminded them that there were always alternative bedrooms with bunkbeds, which quickly silenced them. 

Much to your amusement, George and Elisa had to share a bathroom with Sam and Darren, something which had seemed to rile up the starchy blonde. 

“Did you purposefully give George and Elisa the shared bathroom room?” you asked Toto as you emptied your suitcases.

Toto grinned, hanging a shirt beside you, “Maybe.”

“You are a very naughty man,” you said, tickled by Toto’s surprisingly petty streak. 

"Well, I didn’t hear any complaints from you," he teased, hanging another shirt in the wardrobe.

You laughed, before broaching a more serious topic, "Touché. The thing is, I know it’s weird circumstances but Elisa gives me the heebie jeebies. She did not like me at all, straight off the bat”

Sensing your shift in tone, Toto set down the jumper he was unfolding and came over to stand beside you, his hand resting gently on your back. "Perhaps, but you have to remember, everything she knows about you is from George’s perspective." His voice was low and reassuring. "You don’t need to be best friends with Elisa but as long as George feels fine, we will be fine.

You sighed, leaning into his touch, but a frown tugged at your lips. "Yeah, I guess you’re right. He looks okay.”

Toto nodded, "I hope so, after his… blip." He paused as if remembering George’s final outburst in your flat. "Thank you for coming and putting up with this, I know it’s not easy, but I need the team to be tight for next season.”

“I’m happy to be here,” you said brightly. It was the truth, however weird the situation was, you were grateful that Toto liked you enough to include him in his inner circle.

“I hope so,” said Toto, “Maybe if you like it, we can come back for New Year, just us?”

At that, your eyes lit up, the prospect of a romantic New Year with Toto was more than tempting, “I’d love that.” 

"Then it’s done," Toto said, kissing the top of your head. "Now come on, let’s head down to dinner before everybody wonders what’s taking us so long."

– – –

Making your way back downstairs to the dining room, hand in hand with Toto, you were greeted by the mouthwatering scent of Claus’s cooking wafting from the dining room. “That smells incredible,” you said to Toto, your eyes lighting up.

“I told you he’s good,” replied Toto as he led you to where the dining table was set, laden with candles and elegant crystalware, somewhat at odds with the rustic cuisine. Claus had prepared what looked to be a veritable feast of Austrian mountain dishes, with Greta assisting, ladling Glühwein from the large pot you’d seen simmering on the stove earlier.

Your guests were already seated and making polite small talk amongst themselves, but as soon as you and Toto entered, you could feel the shift in the atmosphere. George, Sam and Darren stopped talking almost immediately whilst Elisa shot you another cold glance. Her posture was stiff, her eyes fixed on some point beyond the room as if she were too good for the company she found herself in. George sat next to her, looking more withdrawn than usual, his jaw clenched as he stopped mid-conversation.

Thankfully John broke the tension quickly, “There he is, the man of the hour!” before adding, “And the woman!”

Toto laughed “Have you already been at the Glühwein?”

“Of course he has,” chimed in Marion, elbowing her husband in the ribs as you and Toto took a seat opposite them.

“Why am I not surprised?” muttered Toto, shaking his head in faux horror, “Are you all happy with your rooms?”

Resounding yes’ came back, although you couldn’t help but notice Elisa nudging George at the other end of the table. Having been with him for so long, you knew from his dark look that he was not thrilled but was biting his tongue. You wondered if he was trying to be on his best behaviour with Toto as it was not like him to keep his feelings in. Toto hadn’t seemed to notice but you made a mental note to keep an eye. You wondered why he had even brought Elisa as he didn’t seem overly enamoured with her, but you supposed it wasn’t your place to worry. 

“Any problems, let me know,” said Toto before gesturing at the food in the centre of the table, “And most importantly, bon appetit!”

As the table came alive with plates and utensils clinking, arms suddenly scrambled and you weren’t sure where to start. Fortunately, Toto noticed your reticence and took your plate, “Here, my arms are longer, what would you like to try?”

“A bit of everything I guess,” you said, amused when you saw that George was watching Toto and started to do the same thing for Elisa.

“Here you go,” Toto said kindly, setting a heavily laden plate down in front of you, having lived up to his promise.

“Toto!” you exclaimed, “That is way too much!”

“That’s what she said,” came a voice sniggering from your side, low enough for you to hear but not Toto. You turned to shoot Darren a dirty look, “Grow up.” you said, not amused by George’s friend’s comment.

Toto raised his eyebrow as he heard your retort but didn’t say anything, now helping himself to an equally healthy portion of Claus’ cooking.

You could see Elisa fussing across from you, not happy with George’s serving skills. Something was off with her but you tried to not dwell on it and focus on the man beside you instead.

Snapping you out of your internal thoughts, Darren turned once again to you, his voice now just loud enough to draw the attention of the table, "So, what’s it like dating the boss?"

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Do you two talk about spreadsheets and racing strategy over breakfast, or?" He trailed off as if waiting for someone else to join in.

You shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Toto. You saw his jaw tighten for a brief moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "No spreadsheets at breakfast," Toto said evenly, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of authority that made Sam and Darren hesitate. "But if you’re curious, we can schedule a meeting to discuss it after the Winter Break."

The table went quiet for a second, before John and James laughed, appreciating Toto diffusing the situation. Still, you could feel George’s eyes on you from across the table, his expression unreadable.

"Oh, come on, leave them alone!" Cara said with a playful grin. "They have better things to do than talk shop.”

She winked at you and while her teasing was intended to lighten the mood, it only seemed to irritate George further. He shifted in his seat, his glass clattering against his coaster a little too forcefully. Elisa, noticing his reaction, narrowed her eyes and gave you a pointed look, her lips curling into a faint smirk as if she found the whole thing highly amusing. You smiled back at her, trying not to let her rile you up.

Toto leaned over and whispered in your ear, his voice low. "Ignore those guys. They’re just bored."

You nodded, forcing a smile as the conversation around the table shifted to the plans for skiing the next day.

– – –

Just as the laughter around the table started to feel natural again, the lights flickered dramatically and then went out entirely, plunging the room into near darkness. There was a collective gasp, followed by murmurs of confusion. Almost immediately Toto grabbed your hand, instantly reminding you of the power outage on the yacht all those months ago.

“Well, this is cosy,” Marion said. 

“Maybe it’s just the weather,” John suggested, but as you peered out the window, you saw nothing but swirling snow, the mountain outside completely engulfed by the storm.

“Looks like we’re having a candlelit dinner, whether we like it or not,” Toto quipped, his voice cutting through the whispers.

“Romantic, huh?” John added with a laugh, trying to keep the mood light.

"Indeed, but maybe it's more than just the weather," Toto murmured beside you, his voice calm but with an edge of concern. He stood up, squeezing your hand once more and addressed the group. "Everyone stay here. I'll check with Andreas to see what’s going on."

As he stepped away, you heard a few nervous laughs ripple through the table. The flickering candles provided a soft glow, barely illuminating the faces around you. You could just about make out Elisa in the semi-darkness, looking somewhat less irritated now, her eyes darting toward George, who was uncharacteristically quiet.

John, always the entertainer, clapped his hands together. "Well, if we're snowed in, at least we've got food and wine!" He reached for the Glühwein pot, pouring himself another glass, “Anyone else?”

Marion chuckled, "Don’t mind if I do.”

“Didn’t this happen on Toto’s yacht too?” asked Cara.

“It did!” said John, with a laugh “Somebody hasn’t been paying their power bills.”

“And who would that be?” came a bemused voice from the doorway. Toto was back.

“Some Wolff man?” retorted John, nervous laughter ringing through the group. 

“I’ll have to find him and have a strong word,” said Toto, coming back to his seat. 

Elisa crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "How long do you think the power will be out?" she asked, her voice sharper than it needed to be. You could tell she wasn’t as comfortable with the situation as she was pretending.

Toto replied, his expression serious, "The storm’s knocked out power for the whole area. Andreas is already working on getting the backup generator running, but it could take a while."

George sighed, rubbing his temples. "Of course." He glanced at Elisa, who shot him a withering look. Even in the low light, it was obvious they were both on edge.

“Relax George,” said James, “We don’t need electricity to have a good time.”

“You know, this reminds me of those old-fashioned dinners.” John added, “The kind where people actually talk to each other.”

“Yeah,” Cara agreed, “It’s not all bad. We’re not just staring at our phones.”

You caught Elisa’s eye as she glanced around the room, clearly uncomfortable. You decided to take a chance and try to bridge the gap. “So Elisa, you mentioned you ski a lot? Where do you normally go?”

Elisa looked slightly taken aback but seemed to soften a bit. “Yes, I grew up skiing. Mostly in Zermatt, sometimes in Lech.”

Not clued up on ski resorts, Toto saved you, “Nice, which do you prefer?”

Elisa warmed up as she seemed to appreciate you both taking an interest “Actually Lech, the food is better.”

Toto laughed, “That’s the correct answer, not that I am biased.”

You smiled politely, hoping to keep the conversation flowing. “That’s interesting, I’ve always found trying new food to be one of the best parts of travelling.”

George, who had been virtually silent, chimed in. “One hundred percent! Do you remember that mad restaurant in Brazil?”

Fuck. Elisa’s face dropped. Why did George have to bring up the past, even if it was seemingly innocent?

“Which one was that?” asked Toto, oblivious to George’s faux pas.

“Oh, it was just me and George.” you said, hoping to end the conversation there, “We got brave and ventured out.”

“I remember.” Sam said, unable to resist stirring the pot, “We thought you’d been kidnapped.”

“Not a racist stereotype at all…” you muttered. Sam was starting to irritate you.

“But we survived hey?” said George, “I’ll have to take you there next year Elisa.”

“Lovely,” said Elisa flatly, her frosty demeanour returning. You tried to shoot a warning look across the table at George but you knew your efforts were futile in the poor light. For someone so intelligent, sometimes he really could be dense.

Fortunately, Cara and Marion had already started discussing more about tomorrow’s plans and your worries were once more drowned in idle chatter.

– – –

With dinner winding down, Claus having served an equally generous dessert, the lights were still not back on. Toto had disappeared for a while to investigate further and shortly returned, addressing the group, “Andreas is still getting the generator up and running. In the meantime, how about we make the most of it? We can head to the games room and play some backgammon and have some drinks if you’d like?”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Marion said, her eyes lighting up. “I haven’t played backgammon in ages!”

“I’m game,” John agreed with a grin. “But I warn you, I haven’t lost a backgammon match in… well, let’s say a long time.”

James chuckled, “That’s a bold claim. Just don’t let it go to your head. I remember last time you got so cocky, you almost flipped the board.”

John winked. “That’s the strategy. Get them thinking about my ego instead of their game plan.”

Toto rolled his eyes, “I suppose I should expect a full-scale rematch then?”

James nodded. “Oh, absolutely. And don’t think I’m going easy on you, Toto.”

Meanwhile, you were chatting with Marion, Cara and Elisa, trying to keep things light.

Marion took the opportunity to steer the conversation. “So, Elisa, do you have any favourite board games, or is it just skiing and fine dining for you?”

Elisa smiled, “Actually, I enjoy a good board game now and then. Monopoly, Clue, the usual. I am not great at backgammon though.”

“Rubbish!” interjected George, “You beat me all the time.”

“Maybe you’re not that great?” countered Cara, the older woman smiling, earning a laugh from Elisa. She was most definitely warming up.

– – –

As the group made their way to the games room, the atmosphere felt lighter. John and James were already debating the rules of backgammon, while Toto was busy setting up the board. The room filled with the sound of cheerful chatter and clinking glasses, the earlier tension slowly melting away.

Eventually, John leaned over the backgammon board, contemplating it with a mock-serious expression. “Alright, let’s get this started. And just so everyone knows, I’m not playing for fun. I’m playing to win.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I’m not so sure about that one.”

Toto, who had just finished setting up, grinned. “Careful, James, he is good.”

George, finally getting into the competitive spirit, added with a smirk, “Don’t worry, I’ll be the one to put John in his place.”

Elisa, now more relaxed, sat down next to Marion, who was watching as John and James took their seats opposite each other, Toto and Sam beside John and George and Darren beside James. “I’ve missed this,” Marion said, looking at the board with nostalgia. “It’s nice to see them getting along again.”

Cara nudged you playfully. “Indeed.”

As the game progressed, the men’s competitive spirits were evident. John and James were locked in a fierce head-to-head, throwing playful taunts as each move was made. “Did you see that?” John exclaimed, looking triumphant.

James rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Let’s see how you handle my next move.”

George, who was actively engaged, started whispering in James’ ear. Likely discussing his next strategic move.

As the evening wore on and the laughter and chatter continued, it never failed to make you laugh at how competitive these guys could be outside of work. Even Elisa couldn’t fight laughter at some of George’s more creative burns. Eventually, as the majority of the group had played, the evening was naturally drawing to a close.

Sensing this, Toto glanced around the room with a warm smile. “How about we call it a night? I think we’ve all earned some rest. It’s an early start tomorrow remember.”

The group amiable to his suggestion, the backgammon board was carefully packed away for another evening and the group slowly dispersed. Bidding the last of his friends goodnight, Toto took your hand and led you back to your room. The storm outside still raged and the power was yet to come back but Andreas had assured you all that it would be back imminently. 

– – –

Settling into bed with Toto’s arms around you, the lack of electricity and whirling storm outside brought memories flooding back of the night when the power cut out on Toto’s yacht and you’d found yourself pressed up against him in a cupboard. It had been the first time you’d considered that he might reciprocate your crush, his body betraying him as you’d found yourself nestled against him in close quarters. 

"You know…" you began softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you tilted your head up to look at him. "This kind of reminds me of that night on the yacht."

Toto’s hand, which had been tracing lazy circles on your back, paused. A low chuckle escaped him, and he glanced down at you with a knowing look. "The cupboard," he said, amusement in his voice. “When you accidentally ended up pressed against me, half-naked?”

You smirked, your fingers tracing his arm that was draped over you. “Accidentally?” you teased back. “I seem to remember you pulling me in there. I had no choice in the matter.”

“To keep you safe from things flying around the boat,” Toto said, eyes glinting with mischief. “Though I’ll admit, it didn’t exactly feel like the safest situation after a while.” His gaze dropped to your lips for a second and the air between you thickened.

You shifted slightly, turning to lie across his chest, your thigh brushing his body under the sheets. “Mmm, I do remember you being a little… distracted.” You ran your hand down his bare chest, feeling his muscles tense under your touch, desire in your voice.

Toto groaned softly, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured, "Is that how you remember it?" His tone was smooth, but there was a flicker of heat in his eyes. "I recall you being the one pressed so close against me that neither of us had much of a choice.” 

A soft laugh escaped you as you tilted your head, giving him better access as his lips skimmed down your neck. “It was a tight space. What did you expect?” you whispered, feeling the heat between your bodies growing with each touch.

Toto’s mouth hovered just above your skin, his breath warm, sending shivers down your spine. “I expected us to talk about it afterwards,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “but we never did.”

You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, your heart racing as you saw the intensity in his eyes. “Maybe I didn’t want to talk about it,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe I liked the tension.”

His lips quirked into a smile, his hand slipping under the covers, fingers ghosting over your bare skin. “Did you now?” he murmured, leaning towards you until your lips were barely an inch apart. “What about now? Should we talk about it? Or should we do something about it?”

Your breath hitched and before you could respond, Toto’s lips met yours, slow at first, teasing, but quickly deepening with an intensity that made your heart pound. His hands roamed over your body as if making up for all the time you’d spent dancing around each other in the past.

“You’re not flustered this time?” you whispered, your voice filled with a hint of playfulness as you broke the kiss for a moment, catching your breath.

Toto smirked, his hand sliding up to cup your face as he looked into your eyes, his gaze dark and full of heat. “Oh, I’m flustered,” he admitted, his thumb brushing your lower lip. “But I’m not letting it stop me this time.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, his body pressing against you. You murmured between kisses, “I’m glad we’re not stuck in a cupboard this time.”

Toto let out a low laugh, pulling back just enough to look down at you, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ll admit, this is much better,” he said, his voice husky as his fingers traced your curves.

You bit your lip, your heart racing as his hands worked their way lower, his touch setting every nerve on fire. “So... you’re not planning on stopping this time?”

Toto’s gaze flickered with hunger, his lips grazing the corner of your mouth before trailing down your neck. “Not unless you want me to,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin, sending shivers racing down your spine.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed down your collarbone and you tugged him back to face you, your voice low and teasing. “I wish you’d just taken me in the cupboard.”

Toto groaned softly against your lips, pulling you closer, his hands gripping your hips as if he never wanted to let go. “God, I wish I had. It would have been so easy, with you in that little nightdress,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. 

“It’s okay,” you said, letting go fully, “You can make up for it now.”

His lips found yours again, and you quickly lost yourselves in a tangle of limbs, the storm outside almost forgotten as you both melted into each other.

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[tennessoui]

girl your hanahaki au is absolutely wrecking my shit i--- I don't ever read ongoing fics and this is why. I just cannot wait?!? But the waiting somehow makes it better too?!? I'm literally dead bro I can't I love it so much

hahah omg thank you !! I’m really happy to hear you took a chance on this wip and that you like it so much!

not to get on my soapbox or anything but you have given me a great corner to shout from

as a disclaimer I totally understand why people will choose not to read wips and I truly think you know your mental health and what you can stand to wonder about/think about/obsess over/NEED to know a conclusion for better than anyone else

BUT as a writer who almost exclusively posts in wips, people reading them before they’re finished is my life blood and I am so grateful and it makes the writing process so much more fun for me because I know at least someone else is invested in my brainworm of a story?? someone else is enjoying it and thinking about it and I’m putting a small amount of good into the world??

the best analogy I’ve been able to come up with is like:

when you read a finished fic you’re eating a whole meal and that’s great that’s so amazing (especially if you tell the cook you liked it after you’re done). and you’re literally always welcome to eat that meal whenever you want. finished fics are like standing dinner invitations: I am always happy to have you and I mean that very genuinely

but if you read a wip, you’re keeping me company in the kitchen while I cook. and that’s sort of priceless. in some instances, you can even tell me the food needs more spice and I’ll think about it and listen!!! you’re sitting on my kitchen counter as I bustle around my space and we’re talking about what I’m doing and also how I’m feeling and maybe how you’re feeling and it just feels like community more than anything else I’ve experienced in any fandom. like you’re with me in my space as I’m creating food I hope you like. we’re both invested and it’s amazing

and I think in general that’s why wips are a lot of fun and also maybe why the waiting between chapters is fun for you - you’ve suggested that I add paprika to the pot and you’re waiting and wondering if I will, and I’m laughing and hoping you like the soup either way but also wondering if paprika will work with the recipe, and if I can add a bit to it just for you while staying true to the dish I envisioned at the get go.

[yesimwriting]

Hi! I know you're probably busy rn with collage and what not and I totally understand if you can't expand on this but either way, god I just need to rant about this thought.

So I just saw this tik tok where this girl was like "when I'm riding passenger princess and we're getting a little to close to the car in front of us" and the audio was like "the question is when are you gonna START stopping?"

And one of the comments said she wasn't a passenger princess she was a anxious passenger patroller and all that had me thinking of was Stu and reader, like I don't know about everyone else but i canon whole heartily Stu is a great driver who drives recklessly because 1)he knows what he's doing and 2) he thinks the shits funny

And I believe he'd do it especially to reader when he gets in those weird moods when he doesn't know how to feel about the reader/doesn't know how to handle it, and it kinda just serfaces in this weird aggression . Idk it could be like a fight-ish thing and she's telling him to slow down and he's being a dick about and in the end he weasels his way back into her good graces because she won't speak to him first if he's wrong and he doesn't like going to long with out talking to her

I don't know what up with my mind and how it wonders, anywho hope you have a good day/night :)

a/n for sure busy with school and actually having a social life for once and writing but always always always have time for billy and/or stu (especially since i'm kind of stuck on final girl rn😭)

YOU ARE SO RIGHT,, like i don't think he'd drive recklessly to scare reader with the intention of putting reader or himself in a dangerous situation,, but he'd for sure find it funny or see it as a way to "humble" reader a bit, like if Stu felt like the reader was acting too detached or into someone else he's suddenly speeding a little more just so that reader has to grip his arm and squeeze his hand

anyway i've been missing them and super happy to have a lower stakes way to talk about them,, also this turned out a little different and fluffier than i expected it to be lol

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Something about the commercial feels different in the fall. Cliche radio hits are easier during the summer, sometimes even fun. But during autumn, with leaves melting off trees in hues of red and orange and the looming end of the year nostalgia, the synthetic quality is harder to look past.

That's why your hand instinctually gravitates to the radio, switching the station without a second thought.

Stu sighs, a quick, over exaggerated puff of air. "I liked that one."

You glance in his direction, glaring, "You were barely listening."

Even though you're mainly defending yourself out of habit, you know it's true. Stu's pretty open about what he likes, even when he doesn't realize it. Usually, when he likes a song he'll tap his fingers against the steering wheel. If he really likes something, he'll even get into it in a way that definitely lessens his ability to control the car.

"I was, too," he hums, half pouting.

You roll your eyes before looking back out the window. The world is moving past you in a vague blur. So quick a seed of unease plants itself in your stomach. You wouldn't exactly call it worry, you've been hanging with Stu and getting him to drive you around too long for his casual take on driving to overly phase you. With the exception of him doing something particularly risky like throwing himself into another lane after barely checking or taking too sharp of a left turn because of yellow light.

Sometimes you comment on it, equal parts teasing and annoyed. But usually, it's easier to just accept it. Stu's so comfortable with the way he drives that comments only amuse him. The one time you glared at him and asked him to slow down, he had a made a game of switching lanes at the last possible second.

"You liked that Spice Girls song more."

Stu openly snaps his head away from the road to glare at you. "Did not, you're the one that likes that saturated pop stuff."

"I said I liked one song one time."

He sighs, finally turning back to face the windshield. "Sure..." He tugs on the last syllable, dragging it out to make his disbelief clear. "You wanna stop for ice cream?"

It's not exactly late, but later than you planned on staying out. Time seems to slip away too quickly when you and your usual group are together and this afternoon's movie that ended in a hangout at the mall had eaten even more time than expected. There was something extra entertaining about wandering between stores and only occasionally actually looking at clothes.

You do have homework and it is Sunday and you told your mom you'd be back around 6:00 probably and it's now almost 7:00. But ice cream does sound nice and there will only be so many evenings in your life that feel this warm and lighthearted.

"I have some homework," you mumble in one final attempt to convince yourself, "But, yeah, I could go for ice cream."

Stu nods, tapping his pointer finger against the wheel. "We'll be fast."

The yellow light doesn't affect his speed as he turns left. Your fingers press into the side of your seat. Fast. No kidding.

"You okay there, babe?" Okay, there's no way your expression was bad enough to warrant a question (especially when he should be looking at the road). He has to be baiting you. "You're looking a little green."

You force your hand to relax, "Mhm." And it is fine. At the very least, fine enough because Stu always drives like this. "Used to you driving like you're on the run."

"You're just sensitive."

The comment is more dismissive than teasing and for whatever reason, you like it less than when he makes fun of you. At least his bullying is coated in a distinct type of affection that only Stu can get away with.

You briefly consider starting one of your 'am not, are too' fights. You're definitely not above it, especially when you two are alone and no one's around to call you out for being overly childish. But if he's going to be moody over the smallest comment...

He switches lanes--without using his blinker--with a sharp turn of the wheel. "If it's that bad, you could get rides from someone else."

The comment is hard and too casual to be a threat, but still mean. It makes your stomach drop more than the way Stu maneuvers the car. You didn't say he was that bad of a driver and you definitely didn't say anything about not going out with him anymore.

There are a lot of good things about getting Stu to drive you around. You like being in his space and the music that's more often than not just a little too loud and the passenger seat that feels more like your seat. You also like the unplanned for car moments, the accidental gossip sessions in driveways and parking lots. It's part of the reason you're glad you don't have a license yet...it's an excuse to just be around him.

"I didn't--"

"Bet Randy would put up with your backseat driving." The car speeds up slightly. "He'd slow down if you gave him that look."

You frown, ruining any chance you have at arguing that that you don't have a face. You don't get what his issue is, especially with bringing up Randy. He's been making on and off comments since the movie you all watched ended.

You don't fully get it, but you guess you get Stu being a little annoyed. Randy and you had been a little obnoxious, laughing too hard at jump scares and flinching too dramatically at moments that weren't that bad. But it's not like you two were terrible. Definitely not bad enough to warrant this passive aggression.

"I don't want to drive around with Randy, I want to drive around with you." You're full on pouting and you don't even care.

Stu sighs, eyes avoiding yours in the rearview mirror. An uncomfortable warmth settles against his face. How do you always manage to do that? From anyone else, he'd hate it, but you're never trying to get anything out of it. Things like that are just offhanded comments to you. No ulterior motives. You don't even think twice about it.

"So now it's not enough enough to be driven around by anyone?"

You shrug, relaxing into your seat. "I'm spoiled."

His throat feels dry, a wave of uncomfortable fondness hitting him with no warning. He knows there's some joke he should make about how you're shameless about it, too. But he's too caught up on the amount of feeling tightening his chest.

He turns into parking lot of your usual drive-in ice cream spot.

"You're enabled."

You turn your head, smiling, "And you're the enabler."

Stu grins, moving a hand to squeeze your shoulder. "I'll enable you any time, babe."

You roll your eyes, but don't make any move to shake him off. "Enable me a--"

"Mint chocolate chip in a waffle--not sugar--cone." He recites your usual order without a second thought.

You nod once in approval. "This is why you're my favorite."

"I'm telling Billy you said that."

Scratching the back of your arm, you glare. Stu's always trying to start a fight with that. "Do not start."

He grins teasingly, "Start what?"

You glare, hoping that the look is threatening enough to make him promise to leave your comment behind. You've known Stu long enough to know that he'd happily take a you're my favorite and save it until he could use it as some sort of ammunition, exaggerating it to make sure it really hits. All that does is make him smile more. Before you can say anything else about it, Stu rolls down the window and orders.

When you get to the window, you try to pay for your own, but that ends as it usually does. He never lets you pay for anything, and when you threaten to leave cash in his car, he threatens to buy you even more things. Try it and on Monday I'm picking you up with coffee and a muffin and that new CD you were talking about. ...A lot of the times, the suggestion makes you want to stop for coffee and muffins before school anyway, so you end up getting it with him anyway.

You give in early this time, thanking him for the ice cream as he finds an empty spot to park in. You smile to yourself. Parked car time with Stu is something you enjoy a lot more than you'd ever admit. The two of you have a silent understanding that in these moments you can say things you wouldn't usually be able to say out loud. Nothing terribly cruel, just a little snarky. The kind of comments that'd get you in trouble in front of the wrong people.

Usually, you have to take the lead at first because Stu likes to act like he's too good for gossip, but once he gets started, he's worse than you.

You're still debating which of the two major topics--rumors you've heard about Susan Welch being pregnant and the weird way Madison Meyer has been acting--to bring up first when Stu breaks the silence. "You uh--" Stu cuts himself off. "You know I wouldn't--I wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you like that."

Weirdly deep comment to hear while you're holding an ice cream cone. "...Are you trying to convince me you didn't poison my ice cream?" That strange seriousness of his doesn't go away. You frown. "Yeah, come on, of course I know that."

He nods, "Yeah, just--" Stu won't look at you. "I wouldn't, and just--the car thing--"

"Stu." You've made those kinds of comments before, and it's never made him react like this. "I know that." You nudge his forearm gently. "I didn't mean it like."" He doesn't cheer up. "Seriously, if I thought you were trying to reverse-vehicular-manslaughter me, I wouldn't get in the car."

At that, he lets out a breath that's definitely trying not to be a laugh. "Would that be reverse-vehicular-manslaughter?"

"I don't know," you hum casually, pausing to eat some of your ice cream, "You're the one trying to do it." Stu glares; you grin. "Kidding." You bite off the top edge of your cone. "You know I love driving around with you--we listen to music, we talk, we gossip--"

"I don't gossip, you gossip and I let you."

You shake your head, not bringing up the fact that he always has more stuff worth saying than you do and he's snarkier than anyone would ever guess. "Then I guess I won't tell you what's up with Susan Welch."

To be fully honest, Stu couldn't care less about Susan Welch, but he likes the way you react to these sort of things. Your reactions to his side comments might be his favorite part of these moments. "She's...in our english class right?"

"Mhm," you hum, trying to downplay your excitement, "Remember how she had to leave class early the other day--like, practically ran out of the room to throw up?" You don't wait for him to respond, "That was on square pizza day--which is the day that's least likely to make someone throw up." You pause for the sake of your ice cream. "And Lucy Thompson swears Susan randomly stopped drinking, which if you've met her, makes no sense. So, Lucy thinks Susan might be..." You trail off before vaguely gesture to your stomach.

Stu's eyes narrow as he pretends to really think about what you've just said. "I don't know if that's enough to mean she's knocked up."

You shake your head once, "Lucy also said she's never in cheer practice anymore, and she started wearing baggy clothes." You sit up a little straighter, "And Missy Danes swears her older sister's friend saw Susan buying a pregnancy test in a grocery store two towns over. I know it's not proof, but it's definitely worth thinking about."

He widens his eyes, more for your sake than anything else, "Definitely." He pushes his spoon into his melting ice cream. "If she is pregnant, she's totally screwed because Ben Johnson was just bragging about hooking up with her."

Your mouth falls open in pretend shock, "No way." You lean against the center console. "You got oreo again, right?"

Stu knows exactly what that question means, "Want some?"

Your eyebrows draw together as you shake your head. "No, I'm--"

"We could trade for a little."

Another one of your traditions, each person's ice cream slowly becoming everyone's. "Another reason why you're my favorite."

"Oh, now you're begging me to tell Billy."

You dip the spoon into ice cream, digging for a particularly large oreo crumb. "I will blame it on the ice cream."

[avian-misdemeanors]

airplanes but as people

707: classy, elegant, cultured, very big presence, Audrey Hepburn vibes

717: smart, unassuming, a feminist before it was socially acceptable

727: autistic, will tell you everything about its special interest, weird and lovable, may use it/its pronouns

737: she likes her pumpkin spice lattes and her leggings. gets called basic, but she's reliable and easy to get along with

747: 6'6" woman with broad shoulders and long, wavy, dark hair. she looks amazing in an elegant dress and has a commanding presence. powerful dark voice, very charismatic. when she speaks, you listen.

757: 74's little sister, much less imposing, very leggy, plays volleyball, total tomboy, very very likeable and cute but also very pretty and athletic, short dyed hair

767: pantsuit businesswoman, smart, a little conventional but that's not always a bad thing

777: she's a professional athlete, a competitive powerlifter. she looks intimidating, but once you get to know her she's a pretty open book.

787: trans girl programmer, drawer full of thigh high socks, RGB everything

797: 787's fursona

Spitfire: short British girl who owns and carries a pistol. she's a skilled martial artist but she much prefers spending time on her other hobbies: makeup and ballroom dancing

AN-225: rural Ukrainian grandma in her 70's. still milks the cows every morning, and still chops her own firewood. her grandson is off fighting the Russians and she's very proud of him

B-1: used to wear a black cape and Naruto-run around the playground at school as a kid. was and still is obsessed with Batman, joined the army and has had a long career

B-21: like the 787; trans furry gamer girl obsessed with programming. wears thigh highs, RGB everything, but also joined the military and has guns at home

U-2: shy and introverted, lean and kind of lanky, she spends all her spare time hiking in the middle of nowhere. the kind of person who you stop being surprised by when she tells you she did a "light" 30 mile hike over the weekend. you're convinced she could just get up and walk the whole Appalachian Trail if she felt like it. has an account on FurAffinity and she will make it your problem. she also has the absolute best weed

L-1011: beefy working class woman with broad shoulders and a heavily worn-in denim jacket. she quit smoking in the '90s but she still knows a bunch of lighter tricks and does them when she's bored using her old beat-up Zippo. will come into your life for one week and ruin every other person for you, forever.

Tu-144: former Soviet professional athlete who had huge potential but got super addicted to amphetamines and burnt out REALLY hard, did not live up to her potential, and gave up fast. she's now a retired but functioning alcoholic watching the collapse of the modern Russian state going "here we go again"

Concorde: slightly stuck up but not mean at all, had her day in the sun, won a lot of gold medals in the Olympics, now gracefully retired and coaching the next generation of athletes. keeps in touch with Boeing 2707, Tu-144, and Lockheed L-2000

SR-71: older legendary retired Olympic sprinter, kind of a loner but she sometimes hangs out with Tu-144, L-2000, B2707, and Concorde

Space Shuttle: hotshot test pilot who wears aviators everywhere, loves to reminisce about her glory days

MiG-15: retired soldier, left Russia after the fall of the Soviet Union and now lives in a cabin in northern Canada. used to believe in the USSR but now basically doesn't believe in governments at all and just keeps to herself. drinking problem.

F-86: retired Olympic fencer, focuses on her grandkids now, visits MiG-15 to play chess and drink

F-111: furry trans girl techie who likes to watch mecha anime. taller than she'd like but she still loves herself and finds ways to see her own beauty.

F-117: Goth girl who was best friends with the B-1 in school, they'd both watch anime together as kids. F-117 kinda vanished after high school then reappeared on instagram years later as an owner of a crossfit gym

F-22: expert martial artist, small in stature but tough as nails, buzz cut, tank top, combat boots. she will be your friend but she is also a little...unhinged

XF-85 Goblin: tried to join the military but was rejected due to ADHD. no longer believes in the military and is glad she got rejected. when asked about it she says "the military is dumb and war is for straight people". silly little shit who makes bad puns and likes rolling around on the floor with cats. drinks soda in the shower.

P-51: played quarterback in high school, then drafted into WWII

P-38: played tight end on P-51's team.

P-51 and P-38 got drafted together, went to boot-camp together, but they got deployed to different theaters of war.

They write each other. The letters don't always go through. When they get a letter, they head back to their bunk, shirtless with dog-tags dangling, they read with a big smile on their face and a cigarette in their mouth

They rehash heroic football plays that sent the bleachers into uproarious cheers, sounding like a crowd ten times larger than the entire population of Littletown, Arkansas that they were.

Their letters also contain very very vague but pointed allusions to the times they spent together after the games were over and the other teammates went out with their girlfriends. Locker Rooms. Cornfields. And the Ice House. Oh, the Ice House…

P-51 bitches about the cold in western europe. P-38 bitches about the tropical humidity and mosquitos, and how he always forgets the name of the island he's on this week.

It'll be over soon, right?

P-38 says he overheard B-29 saying that the war is going to end one way or another very soon in a very confident manner. B-29's tone kind of spooked P-38, and he's not sure why. He prays that B-29 is right, but something feels off around here.

The censors blacked out most of that letter. P-51 is glad P-38 is alive…but what is going on over there?

P-51 wanders the aerodrome, and he spots B-17 and C-47 making eyes at each other. His hands ball up in fists in his pockets. Those two get to go home and get married, ring bearer, flower girls. Tuxedo, Wedding Dress.

All he gets is the Ice House. But oh…Oh, the Ice House…

A300: Old fashioned diesel dyke. She's in her 60's but still does powerlifting as a hobby. She lives with her cute femme wife, who is absolutely the domme in the relationship. They're both retired and raise goats together at their cottage in the country to sell goat dairy at the local farmer's market. She wears denim vests covered in patches, many of which are old and faded, she's tattooed and still has a buzz cut. She was on the front lines helping her fellow queers during the AIDS crisis.

A320: When you find out your friend from high school who said she was going to major in finance actually did major in finance, got a finance job, and has been working for 10 years and somehow hasn't burned out, has savings, bought a car, a normal but attractive fiance, and watches an appropriate amount of Netflix in the evening

A320neo: Same woman but she just discovered aromatherapy

A350: Same woman but she got a masters from an online college while still working full time and has multiple CFO job offers

Honda Jet: The only posts on her instagram are her college graduation in 2016 with her white american mom and japanese dad, and she's taller than both of them, and a STOP ASIAN HATE post from 2020

Stipa Caproni: down for literally anything and will absolutely blow your mind but not for long.

Wright Military Flyer: an 85 year old lady who still beautiful and dainty but also keeps a fucking Colt 1899 on a thigh holster. under her dress, of course. she's still a lady.

Tu-154: a track star and will go all night long, you won't be sure if you're boinking or in a cardio race

F-14: a retired Subaru lesbian who lives with her wife and 3 dogs. was the popular girl in school and kind of everyone's friend in college.

Bristol F2b: knows how to use flintlock weapons and always smells a little bit like leather and campfire, but she's really sweet and comforting to be around.

T-38: 5'2" and a little fucking firecracker. doesn't actually know how to fight you but she will certainly try and one or both of you will end up with teeth missing.

Kfir: the kind of girl who you suspect might actually be an assassin.

F-4 Phantom: a butch martial artist in her 40s who is suspiciously muscular and shows off by crushing watermelons with her thighs, arms, hands, etc. She wears combat boots and a leather jacket and rides a motorcycle

7J7: refers to the D&D Monster Manual as the "Girlfriend Guide"

F4U Corsair: collects swords but in a hot way

TBM Avenger: a classic softball lesbian

P-47: a bodybuilder, she can lift you over her head. big and imposing, but a kind person who will happily use her large stature to help her smaller friends feel safe.

CRJ-900: collects swords but in a pretentious way

DC-3: keeps pigeons on her roof, but it's cute bc she talks to all of them. they are her friends. get her talking and she will tell you stories from her youth that will haunt you

Convair 990: does illegal street racing

DC-9: has a piss kink. sells landing gear pics online.

UH-1 Huey: smokes cigars and drinks whiskey, and goes hunting often. She's trans and beautiful but still calls herself a "good ol' boy"

Bell JetRanger: in her late 40s and just figured out she's gay, she's doing her best.

V-22 Osprey: a genderfluid gun enthusiast, not in a toxic way but sometimes you worry about their stability. not the best mental health.

MD500C: an aging ballerina who is still way more strong and agile than you.

MD530F: her daughter who took after her mom but is a better dancer and has an undercut she dyes silver.

EC-135: she is a no-nonsense doctor with a femme wife and a 3-year old.

CH-53: is a 'roided out butch whose father was in the Navy, she served in the Navy, and now won't stop talking about the Navy. She's now a volunteer firefighter who has strapped every subby femme in the region but will always remain single.

Mi-26: a heavyset Russian grandmother who only makes one facial expression. She has subsisted off of nothing more than potatoes for at least the past half century. She is old, but she is not frail.

R22: is a lanky truck-stop hooker. Everyone can come inside for a low price, no experience required.

AW-109: works as a first mate on a megayacht. She knows all the secrets of a particular billionaire but won't say who.

MiG-29: she will shove you the fuck up against a wall and you will like it.

Lockheed Constellation: goes by Connie, she will give you the classiest evening of your life.

Ekranoplan: she was going to be an Olympic swimmer for the Soviet Union, but when the USSR collapsed, so did she. she's a sad story, but she's happy in her retirement to see the younger generations taking an interest in her career, and trying to carry it on in some way.

Sopwith Camel: completely unhinged but in a hot way

made with help from @bananabreadloveman

[yakumtsaki]

Well things were nice and calm for one entire update, but don’t worry, we’re back to normal AS AIDEN CHEATS ON SANDY WITH JENNICOR TRICOU. AIDEN WHY. YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH 3 BOLTS

-C̴A̵N̵'̸T R̷E̷S̴I̸S̵T T̴H̸E V̵A̶M̶P G̴I̸L̸F🧟

OH MY GOD

-H̶O̵W C̸O̶U̷L̶D Y̸O̵U̵ ̶A̵I̸D̴E̵N, I̴ G̷AV̴E U̸P M̷Y L̴I̸F̴E A̶S A̷ C̷R̶Y̶P̴T S̸E̷R̵V̶A̴N̵T F̸O̴R̶ T̶H̷I̶S🧟‍♀️

Bro I can’t. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sugar off, he cheats on his wife. I try to unlag our lot by marrying Sandy off, she gets cheated on. Not to be self-centered but WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME

-Welcome back Sandy, the bathrooms need cleaning! -G̷O̷O̵D̴ T̵O̴ ̴B̸E̴ B̴A̶C̴K🧟‍♀️

UGH

-Don’t worry bitch, I’m about to help with the lag once I take this final dump!

-Nice! About time I fuck outta here, see you stupid assholes never! 

DOBRONEGA NO

-Tell Cyn that I love her and my children that I hate them! 

-NOOOOO DOBRIE NOOOO HOW AM I GONNA LIVE WITHOUT YOU💗

Poor Cyn was devastated, she cried for days, her and Dobronega really had a Victoria/Victor pet soulmate thing going💔 RIP Dobronega, I’ll miss you so much💔

Because I wasn’t upset enough, the goddamn cleanbot had the worst meltdown yet, look at this shit:

FML. Sophito you have maxed mechanical, feel like taking a crack at fixing this??

-No thanks, I’d much rather play the piano and risk actual death by flies! 

Thank God we have iVan around here because you people are USELESS.

Case in point. The military uniform is killing me.

-𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲. 𝙸𝙵 𝙲𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂.

Bartholomew’s amazing 1 nice point is starting to reveal itself, this kid is a NIGHTMARE.

-Come on, Barth, concentrate! You’re four, you need to learn how to speak! -GOO GOO >:(

Bartholomew straight up exhausted Sophie so I had to send in reinforcements. 

-Alright, listen here, Bratolomew, I have enough disappointing family members, so learn to talk or Mr. Teddy loses his head.  -FINE, YOU WIN, GEEZER

Felina returns from her first day of school, runs to hug Sophito (I’ll never get used to what good parents him and Liz are)-

-and brings with her Spice! Sugar has actually been a really good dad other than you know, destroying his marriage for no reason, while Spice was a toddler I always invited Sug over to hang out with his bebe so they have a good relationship. Now that Spice is a kid we can invite him over to our lot!

Awwwww❤️ God Sugar I’m still SO PISSED AT YOU FOR THE CLAIRE DIVORCE

Jojo is on his last legs (screaming crying throwing up) so I fulfil his wish to re-become a werewolf-

-BUT APPARENTLY HE HAD A SIMULTANEOUS FEAR OF BECOMING ONE TOO. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. WILL YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND

-NO.

Here we go again, YOU’RE CURED. LAST TIME JOJO, I MEAN IT

-It’s ok, I’ve made up my mind..

-..a face this stunning should not be covered in fur!

No comment!

-OH MY GOD MY NEAT POINTS CAN’T TAKE THIS MESS -MINE NEITHER I’M LOSING MY MIND -IF ONLY iVAN OR SANDY WERE HERE TO CLEAN -EXACTLY, WE’RE TOO GOOD FOR IT

Un.real.

OH HELL YA, GET IT. Once we hit half a mil we’re moving to an even bigger, laggier mansion!

-Omg you guys, isn’t so funny how all 3 of you have worked most of your lives and I got a job as an elder and make more than you? Huhu!🌸

-Seriously, it’s totally crazy how my earnings have eclipsed yours! I mean look at Sophie, worked and worked to top the law career and for what?💗 -So I can represent myself in your murder trial. -Huhu looks like you guys are having your toast with a side of envy! Don’t even get me started on Shajar, mayor by 25 because she was running unopposed! Boy my life is FINALLY perfect!🌸

-HI WHAT THE HECK💗 -That’s right Cyneswith, I’m here to replace Aiden and Jack Do as your obligatory psycho spurned lover! I’m gonna barge in here daily to catch you cheating on me with your husband! 

OH MY GOD GINGER SHEA JOHNSTON GTFO WHEN WILL THIS STOP

Awww❤️

Awwwwww❤️

Aww- SUGAR WHY IS THE GIRL YOU CHEATED ON JESSICA WITH HERE

-What do you think, Barth, time for ole’ uncle Sugar to get married again?

YA IT ABSOLUTELY IS NOT

I don’t know if you guys realize how long I’ve been trying to get Sandy on top of the culinary career, it’s RIDIC. This is the hardest time I’ve had with a career since Wyatt, Sandy WTF

-P̸E̸O̵P̸LE D̸I̵S̷C̴R̶IM̵I̶N̷A̵T̴E A̴G̷A̴I̴N̵S̸T Z̸O̷M̷B̷I̸E C̷O̷O̴K̸S̴! S̷O̷M̵E̷O̸N̷E F̵I̵N̷DS Y̵O̷U̸R E̷Y̵E I̴N T̷H̸E̴I̵R S̴O̷U̵P̸ O̵N̷C̷E-🧟‍♀️

OK MOVING ON

-Alright Felina, seeing as science is your one true hobby, your father is useless, and I have one day left on this wretched planet, it’s time for me to teach you the secrets of repairing iVan! -But I don’t wanna learn to repair that stupid robot, huhu!🌸 -ALRIGHT THE HUHUING STOPS NOW. Write this down: “To repair iVan you turn off his killmode switch-” which of course I’ve always left on.. -Ok.. -“and reassure him you love him and he’s a good boy, but if he doesn’t calm down you’re turning him into car parts”.

Oh wow, super scientific! 

It’s Bartholomew’s birthday from which I have no pics because iVan almost killed us again..

-𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝙶 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚂. -Believe it, buddy!

..and here he is with his glorious Ti-Ning nose! Boy did that toddlerhood cuteness of yours disappear. 

-We get the face we deserve!

At least you’re self-aware!

Felina brought Cyan, June and Lakshmi’s bb with her from school! It’s so nice that all our lil cousins we’ll go to college with are showing up❤️

-Swan soooooooooong......... So loooooooong, shitty family, so looooooooooong..............🎵

It’s time😭😭😭

-Hello, old friend. Have you come for me? -I HAVE BEEN WALKING BY YOUR SIDE FOR A LONG TIME💀 -That I know. -ARE YOU PREPARED💀 -You have no idea.

SHAJAR DO YOU FUCKING MIND

OH MY GOD SHAJAR SERIOUSLY GET OUT OF THE FRAME

-It’s alright, it’s only appropriate that Shajar disappoint me one last time. So long, family! And truly, it’s been SO LONG. I’m going to find Wyatt now, but don’t worry, my spirit will always be with you, judging, lecturing, and making you soil yourselves.  

-WAAAAAAAAH -WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH -HEY-YO SHAJ! -HEY-YO! 

OH MY. FRANCES

-DADDY NO!!!!

OH WOW LOOK WHO WOKE UP. Shajar seriously ffs even for you this was unreal. Jojo left money to absolutely everyone, even Don! Charitable king💔

Frankly, I don’t even know what to say about Jojo, like I try to keep things lighthearted but I teared up when he died. I loved Jojo since he aged up into the snootiest Mr. Darcy toddler of all time, he was one of my favorite sims ever, he had so much personality, he was so much fun to play, and despite being pure evil he really did love his family and always tried to shame them into not being losers. Most of all, he loved Wyatt, with whom he’s now reunited❤️ RIP Jojo, I’ll miss you terribly-

-but clearly your spirit will live on. ABSOLUTELY NOT, SOPHITO

[carmenized-onions]

I’ve been thinking about rereading the series and actually writing in to you for each chapter. Most times when you drop I’m reading it at like 1 am cause I have no impulse control and I’m feeling like I need to get back to it with fresh eyes.

I think I’ve only written in for one, two maybe? I honestly can’t remember, but I love it and you deserve all the praise. I know constructive criticism is important, but I can’t bring myself to find things that I don’t agree with.

Also, not me taking therapy advice from tumblr- like, what?!👀

I’ve been reading Running On Empty (and by reading I mean listening to the audiobook while I’m cooking dinner🙃) and I’m learning a lot. I’m the middle child and only daughter in a very dysfunctional boy family so I have actually found the recommendation helpful and I look forward to reading the others. Thanks, Dr. CO🫡

I don’t think I registered how much your story has creeped into my waking life until I found myself in the deodorant isle at target reaching for the Bearglove. The curiosity took over.😭 I am an Old Spice girl, but I’ve always done Timber w/ sandlewood or Oasis w/ vanilla notes. (If that says smth bad about me, sorry. I feel like I’m failing a personality quiz.) Anyway, you got me there. I think reading it right before bed has caused it to seep into my subconscious. And Wolfthorn- I can totally see it.😂

I know people normally send in memes for the story, but I did see this and think of you lmao

This is how I picture you in your time away.

I’m excitedly waiting for your next chapter and I can’t wait to start the reread.

I know you’ve had some transitions going on. I’m wishing you all the best and I hope you’re taking time to yourself to enjoy it!

- Elli🌿

This is so goddamn sweet. First of all. That's all I gotta say SO SWEET!! Before I get ahead of myself, I must reply to things in order so my brain doesn't nix something.

First of all: I'm not going to pretend I wouldn't love a reread and getting your thoughts-- I love your analysis! love your takes! i love everyones takes but yknow. i love your takes!! I'd also say, honestly-- I think after Chapter 13, re-reading is very fun because there's little bits that with the flashback in mind really make them hit a LOT harder!! hehehehehe

And listen critique is important and I myself have found a bunch of grammar errors/timeline errors that I will have to edit upon the series finishing but FOR NOW! WE WILL SIMPLY JUST ENJOY MY STUPID MEDIA CONTENT.

THE IDEA of someone taking anything from my little fic really means so much. Some of my favourites Qs are what's the rosemary water recipe? curly hair routine? etc etc. I'm happy to add books to the self-help list. CO IS A FUN NICKNAME IT TOOK ME A SECOND! I was like am i... a commanding officer? Yes. Yes I am. no i'm Carmenized Onions.

As the youngest daughter of an all boy family (and I mean. All boy. Cousins. All boys.) getting hit with the Running on Empty + It Didn't Start With You recc from my real doctor? Murdered. (I CAME IN THAT DAY TO ASK FOR MEDICATION ADVICE ON MY MIGRAINES BRO... WHAT!!!) I have also been listening to Running on Empty and yet to start It Didn't Start With You, but I'm sure it'll fucking kill me.

It's the little things,,,, it's the little things of creeping into the lives of strangers via changing their hair routines and giving them book reccs and making them feel like i am haunting them while they pick out deodorant.

TIMBER AND/OR OASIS ARE ALSO GOOD!! The wolfthorn thing comes from my real life of every real lesbian I know using it, however I think it got discontinued in some countries? Fucked up if true. Bearglove I had to do for Carmen because it's fucking Bearglove but the notes did seem like it would smell good. If you got it let me know if it is to your taste I'm curious.

that IS me! that's me on the fuckin subway absolutely dissapearing on my commute in my mind, making edits on the train.

Which speaking of, can I be so fuckin forreal? i'm struggling sm with this next chapter man i'm dying. no one volunteer but this onion might have to accept defeat and look for beta readers i'm fucking IN HELL!!!

it's probably just the massive life transitions talking. Life wise I'm doing great! Finally finished setting up/decorating/unpacking my room. I've got two roommates (my dear friends) and a cat, and this is the first time we've had SO much living space room, so we're slowly figuring all that tf out.

Who knows where to get a good kitchen island that isn't 600 dollars please. girl please. ikea failed me for the first time baby please.

again this was so so so so sweet and I can't wait to see thoughts pour in should they come should you choose to reread!! fuck it, WIP for u:

what the hell are they talking about!!!! LOVE YOU BYE!

[tlouxobsessed]

Chapter IV

College Affairs

I still couldn't grasp all of this, Ellie kissed me, Katie still had some sort of feelings for me...and I was still laying in bed, not dressed for the party I soon had to attend. I stood up walking over to the dresser, slipping on the tight material, black heels and brushing out my hair. I did some smokey makeup and put on some dark, almost velvety lipstick. I was ready, now I just had to wait for E-

"Ellie!" I said watching the girl walk in shutting the door behind her, her neck having a small, oval shaped purple mark on it. I felt nauseous. She grabbed her button up and some casual jeans made her way into the bathroom, ignoring my greetings completely. "ready?" the green eyed monster said walking out of the room, slipping on her converse and grabbing her keys. I watched her eyes dart from my breasts back up to my eyes then my lips. I walked past her disgusted with her hickey and the disrespectful demeanor she carried. We made it into the car, the heavy smell of weed and bo hit my nose. I felt eager to gag, I swallowed it and took a shot from the pink flask I brought with me. The harsh liquid coating my warm throat, the stinging distracted me from the pungent smell and my whore of a roommate.

Ellie pulled into a driveway, the house was large. A white siding with some blue shingles, the roof was a dark brown. It was cute and homely. We made our way in, Ellie walked away from me immediately going to greet some guy and his girlfriend. I rolled my eyes and headed towards Lila and Richie, the two stood near one another drink in hand, faces plastered with sweat and smiles. "Hii!" I felt Lila's body wrap around mine, I felt more at home. Richie patted my back along with handing me a red solo with some fruity smelling liquid. "Katie went with some guy a few minutes ago, you literally just missed her! Have you guys talked since-?" Fuck, I had totally forgotten to make up with Kate, I needed to or else I'd loose my pride and best friend. "No not yet, I've been busy with school and-" , "Ellie..?" Lila said cutting me off, my face turned a crimson and I playfully pushed her away.

"Shut up! no yuck, she's a total whore I am not into that" I said blatantly lying, Lila knew she had always seen right through me. "I'm gonna go wander, see who I can find" Lila and Richard nodded, I turned away from the lovebirds and started heading towards the large brown sofa. I sunk into the couch sighing out, I took a swig and looked around at all the people. That was until I felt the couch go in a little further, I looked over at the person who sat down. It was Katie, shit. "Hi y/n" the girl said looking tearful, I didn't know what to say or how to say anything. "Listen Kate..I'm really-" , "sorry, I know you are y/n. I regret ruining our friendship so much, can we please just go back to how we were? prior to all the dumb sex shit?" I nodded right away. I melted into her arms feeling like I was sixteen again. I felt relief, calm and tipsy. "I'm going to head outside for a smoke, love you y/n see you after 'kay? if you need a ride just let me know." My sweet Kates was back. I watched her walk away, her hips swaying along with the beat of the song. I glanced around once again, nobody was interesting, I stood up once again heading into the kitchen for a refill.

"S'more?" I looked over at the culprit of the voice, there stood the coffee shop girl. She poured some vodka and cranberry juice into a new solo. I nodded watching her smirk handing me the drink, "You didn't poison this right?" I asked earning a laugh from the broad. "Hmm maybe I did, and maybe I did with your Chai too" I laughed taking a long swig, "I wouldn't mind that really, it'd spice up my life" I winked at her. "I never got your name by the way" , "Abby" she said taking a swig of the beer she had in her right hand. "Well Abby, care to join me for a dance?" Abby took the last of her beer placing it on the counter top, she placed her hand out implying for mine to collide with hers. I guided her into the living room which was the designated spot, My arms rested above her shoulders. Her hands wrapped around my waist, the music was slow yet fast, 3005 by Childish Gambino began playing. I felt the alcohol in my body begin to really settle in, I felt myself warm up, the heat coarsing through my veins like a wild fire. I turned around rubbing my back against her stomach, I felt her defined body against my back, I arched at the thought of her having her way with me...

I turned back around rubbing my palm down her perfectly toned body, a small sigh came out from her lips. I smirked knowing I had control now, the music got slower, I leaned in towards her neck breathing heavily onto her ear. I began leaving small kisses trailing down to her jawline. I leaned in pressing my lips against hers, I stuck my tongue into her mouth earning a small moan. I felt back up her body, gripping her hip then sliding my tongue out of her mouth biting her bottom lip on my way out. When I pulled away I saw her bright red face, I smiled and left a small peak on the side of her cheek. I started making my way into the bathroom, the room was spinning, my head was dizzy and I felt the contents of my stomach begin to rise into my throat.

I bursted through the doors rushing over to the toilet, I bent over puking. I felt a hand on my back and somebody holding back my hair, I glanced around seeing Abby. Her bright blue eyes staring back at me, she didn't look grossed out....or annoyed or anything. She looked HAPPY to be helping me. She rubbed my back until I was done, she got up and walked out, I figured she was done with me now after seeing me puke my entirety out. This was until she walked back in holding a solo with water and some bread. I chuckled at the pieces of white Wonder bread. "It was all Jesse had" She said, I felt bad now, she was frowning. I stood up off of my feet, I stumbled over to her and hugged. My arms wrapped around her warm neck and broad shoulders once again.

"Thank you Abs" I said drinking the water and taking a small bite of the bread. I watched her concern grow, "Y/n I should probably take you home-" Abby was cut off by the door being ripped open. An angry Ellie stumbled in shutting the door behind her. "What the fuck? you get this drunk and now you're all over her? what the fuck y/n seriously.." I was astonished, who did Ellie think she was? "Ellie what the fuck with YOU? I'm not yours...and Abby is in here with me because I was puking you sick fuck." I watched as Ellie rolled her eyes slamming the door behind her. The trailing smell of weed was left lingering. "Woah did I just mess something up or-" , "Abby...you're fine she's my roommate who- just never mind please just take me home now."

I must've passed out, I woke up in my bed with an oversized T on and my hair tied back. My head was pounding as if a ton of bricks slammed right on it. I laid back down immediately upon the pain hitting me. I looked over at my bedside table where sat my phone, plugged in, some Aspirin, a water and a small piece of paper. I snatched the paper up I scanned it analyzing.. "text me 206-334-6230" I smiled knowing it must be Abby. I right away grabbed my phone, I typed in the numbers and pressed send.

y/n - hi it's y/n

.206-334-6230 - Hii It's Abby lol

y/n - thank you so much Abby i dk how i wouldve gotten home lmfaoo

Abby - Don't worry about it y/n, let me bring you some lunch 'kay?

y/n - nooo i wouldnt make you do that plus my idk if i can keep anything down lol

Abby - Already On my way! :)

I smiled and threw my phone down next to me, I needed to attempt and clean myself up. I stood up stumbling over to my dresser, pulling out some boxers and an old Beastie Boys shirt from my dad. I turned the facet on the hottest setting, the feeling of the hot water running down my back cleared my sinuses. I washed my hair, took off my makeup, brushed my teeth. I came out threw on my clothes and took that Aspirin, just as I sat down I watched Abby walk in holding a Chai, a box of pastries and some Mcdonalds. My stomach grumbled as she placed the goodie filled box and bag on the counter.

"You look pretty" she said coming over and placing a kiss on my forhead. She took off her shoes and jacket, handed me my Chai and pulled out a laptop from her backpack. "I was thinking...It's a shitty, rainy day so let's stay at your dorm, watch movies and eat junk food? hmm?" I grinned, "I really could marry you right now" , "Wow hold on girl we just met-" I cut her off by kissing her, my lips smashed against hers, our tongues intertwined. The sweet taste of pine came over my senses, I could cum right now. I climbed on top of her, running my hands over her stomach, the ridges of her abs made my panties soak.

"Okay...okay" she pushed me away kissing me one last time then grabbing the food and plopping next to me. We cuddled up and began scanning for a movie.

~ The night prior ~

Ellie point of view ~

I pushed y/n away, I knew I had to go get some weed before this party. I said my goodbyes and headed out, I pulled into the parking lot of my ex's, ex. I knew she'd always give me some, I knocked on the door, the dark haired girl answered. "Hey Anastasia, you got any of-" I was cut off by a hug and squeals. "Yes of course Ellie, c'mon in" I was overtaken by the smell of weed and incense, her apartment was always clean. I sat down on the dark blue couch and started watching the Breaking Bad episode on her flat screen. She was a very hard-working woman, she worked six days a week at her own hand crafted store. She painted and drew, she had Etsy accounts where she'd sell her items across the world. She made a decent amount, she just grew and sold on the side.

She brought out a bag of my usual, a few buds wouldn't cost much. I pulled out my wallet before I looked up realizing she didn't want to be paid like that. Her tatted silhouette scurried over to me straddling me, her tongue slipped into my mouth. She always tasted sweet, I never mind having sex with her. When Cat first introduced me to her, I couldn't stop staring, her dark brown eyes and long, thick locs had me in a chokehold. I watched her movements when she cooked for us, she was graceful and soft. I found out from Cat a few hours later that Anastasia was Pansexual, she was genuinely beautiful, mesmerizing if that.

She always cooked so good too, she had amazing snacks all the time, her hair was always done beautifully. She had locs but she'd do them all differently, in a bun, pony, braided itself. She was gorgeous. Her tatts suited her perfectly. She raised her younger brother most of her life so she had a few tatts for him.

Anyways, the sex was good, she always tried to pleasure me but I always would respectfully decline. I wasn't into being touched, it was never my thing nor would ever be. After she gave me the hickey, I thanked her for the weed and made my way back to the dorm. I didn't realize how late it was, I had thirty minutes to get y/n and get ready. When I walked in I totally forgot about the hickey, I didn't want y/n to think poorly of me just yet. I wanted to get in her pants so badly, I had never felt this way before. I always had these girls wants me first but y/n was different.

I truly felt different about her, I didn't like it though so fucking Anastasia, Sarah and Cat was way easier than addressing my feelings I've had since twelve.

In the car I tried so hard to stop myself from touching her, god the way her tits looked so plump in that dress. It was skin tight, her nipples were seen through it, I had my ac blasting for this reason. One small slip and her entire pussy would be out, I imagined how it looked. Glistening, twitching between my touch. God I needed her.

We made our way to the party, upon getting in I went off after seeing Mickey and his girl, I loved them together. I won't lie his girl has a fat ass, I would be fibbing if I said I never tried to get her to give me a lap dance but overall I'm chill with trying to get at her. I didn't see much of y/n for the night, I smoked with a few people. I drank with Dina and Jesse, once crossfaded I made my way to the bathroom. "Fuck I gotta piss" I stumbled in, I saw Y/n all over Abby I was just about done. I was heated, not Abby no way. I saw a girl dancing on Abby but I didn't think it was y/n.

"What the fuck?" We argued back and forth until I realized this HAS to be the liquor talking. "I'm not yours-" I felt sick, fuck I did not need to come off as some fucking simp. I immediately left the bathroom and sprinting out to my car, I figured I'd spend the night at Dina's dorm, I pulled out another rolled and lit it, I headed towards Mcdonalds...I needed to let off some steam before I went back to D's. Maybe I could hit up Sarah?

~ The same night prior ~

~ Abby point of view ~

I pulled up to Jesse's house, I admired the outside for a short while until I went in. I wandered making short convo's with people until my eyes landed on a familiar face. I walked into the kitchen and began pouring a drink for her.

Y/n led me to the dance floor, she was so sexy god. I really hope Ellie didn't get to her yet...she grinded against, her hand running down my abs. I couldn't control myself, I wanted to scoop her up and strip her, lick her down and fuck the shit out of her-

She pecked me then began walking away....I was confused, I followed her. I opened the door to see a puking mess. I cleaned her up, everything was going well until Ellie walked in. Fuck she definitely was Ellie's girl this always happened. "I'm not yours-" Oh shit. Ellie did NOT like that, I saw her face drop. She sprinted out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I laughed just as y/n collapsed into my arms asking to be taken home. I drove her home, carried her upstairs and placed her onto the bed I was assuming was hers. "Please get me cloths" She attempted to ask yet slurring her words. I scooped her up closing my eyes while changing her. I placed her into bed, got some water and Aspirin.

"shit I need some paper" I wandered looking for a notepad, I stole some out of Ellie's bag, jotting down my number then heading out. I was falling for her...and I think she is falling for Ellie. I drove home silently, I got inside my apartment, rubbed my Frenchies belly then headed to bed. 'I just need to pray she texts me' I thought as I drifted off.

"Your phone is going off Abby" Lev said, I walked over checking it out.

AHH IT'S HER!!

I immediately texted back, I grabbed a few pastries and some Mcdonalds and began heading her way. I need to win her over, not this time Ellie.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Go Straight Ahead

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: Then, Tess picks up her moon-shaped light and walks out of the chamber... into the depths of the catacomb.

Narrator: The deeper into the catacomb Tess walks, the colder and damper the air becomes... so much so that it seems to put a cold aura around Tess' light.

Narrator: But none of these seem to bother Tess. She begins humming... except her hum falls in and out of existence as it resounds through the tunnel. It sounds anything but happy.

Tess: Are you afraid?

Choose either "It's fine" or "A bit."

If "no," ...

You: I'm fine in the dark.

Tess: You're doing pretty well. Seems like I get to share some of the chamber's treasures with you.

If "yes," ...

You: It's a bit too dark in here.

Tess: Let me talk to you and keep you distracted, then.

--

Narrator: Tess walks into a huge chamber. Rows of stone coffins sit in the middle, and a heavy machete hangs on the wall.

Tess: Ulas II slew his enemies with it. Pretty impressive, isn't it?

Tess: He was a hunter and chief of the Gold Stone Tribe a few hundred years ago. He could be a little short-tempered, if you ask me.

Tess: Priestess Sharna was a lot better. This one here is her coffin. She was a real gourmet, and she made beautiful tableware as ritual vessels.

You: Ritual vessels?

Tess: Oh, I totally forgot to tell you that this is the mausoleum where we bury every leader and priest of the Gold Stone Tribe of the past.

You: ...

Narrator: Tess sits down against Priestess Sharna's stone coffin and closes her eyes.

Tess: All the walking makes me tired... Let me take a break.

You: Hold on...

Narrator: The chamber falls silent. Tess' breathing is now the only sound that can be heard.

Narrator: Then, a rustle comes from the depths of the catacomb.

Ulas II: Who were you calling short-tempered?

Narrator: When Tess opens her eyes, she can barely make out the shadowy figure drifting over her.

Tess: I see you're as high-spirited as ever, Sir.

Priestess Sharna: It's been a while, Tess. What have you been up to?

Ulas II: Nothing, I bet, and I bet she only came to look for things to spice up her life with!

Priest Zigri: And just how do you expect Tess to respect you when all you do is criticize her?

Narrator: The empty chamber soon becomes busy with all the chiefs and priests of the past.

Tess: They're all friendly, aren't they?

You: Yeah...

Hoare I: What did you bring for us this time, Tessy? The world is getting really interesting.

Tess: Not this time, Sir. You still owe me a story.

Hoare I: Let me make it up to you now with a story about the black sandstorms and the Hawk Hunter.

Tess: I've heard that from the other spirits, but I guess I'll still listen to yours. The same story might sound different coming from different mouths.

Hoare I: But mine has to be the best. See that long-spear? It's been with me my whole life. When I died fighting the sandstorms, it was there, bearing witness to my bravery til the very last second.

Priestess Sharna: You did fight the sandstorms, but you died only because you fell off your horse.

Hoare I: Silly girl, just listen to that nonsense coming out of your mouth now!

Priestess Sharna: Father, I'm just being accurate with my facts.

Priest Zigri: You really need to stop with the bluffing, Sir, and it was the Hawk Hunter who drove the sandstorms away.

Hoare I: Why you little...

Narrator: The spirits busy themselves squabbling over the past. Tess, however, is staring at her moon-shaped light in silence.

Narrator: Gone is Yisu with the wind, and God only knows when she's coming home.

Priestess Sharna: What's wrong, Tessy? You seem a little upset there.

Tess: It's nothing. I'm just waiting, and that's all I can do now because the gods have already told me about the future.

Ulas II: See! I told you she only came to look for things to spice up her life with!

Ulas II: But, young lady, waiting is not all that you can do. You do also have the option of facing fate head-on!

Priest Zigri: My young Tessy, the world out there is where someone your age belongs. The chamber is reserved for ancients like us.

Tess: But when you died, you were even younger than I am now.

Narrator: And the spirits start babbling again, all trying to persuade Tess to face her fate head-on.

Narrator: Alright, fine. They're always right, although they don't really listen to what you have to say, and their life experience could really use some update.

Narrator: But Tess laughs again, enraptured. As she opens her eyes, the vivid dream fades with her lighthearted laughter, leaving her alone in the empty chamber with a lamp.

You: Was that just... a dream?

Tess: I guess so.

Narrator: But dreams do give us the guidance we need in life.

Narrator: When the girl is back in her room, she puts on her veil and prepares herself for a long-overdue outing.

Tess: Guess I'll go and meet our new friend, then.

Narrator: Based on her fortune-telling, she will most likely cross paths with her new friend on the Fortune-Telling Street.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[phaticserpent]

~ Masterlist ~

Here's my long awaited masterlist, sorry it took so long! (I don't know if this is all my works for them, but I tried to get the major ones....if I come across a work I didn't put, I'll definitely edit it but for now, enjoy!)

Marvel

Fanfic

Playing with Fire (one to six)

Playing with Fire: seven, eight

> warning: smut in ch. seven

Hidden Years (one to seven)

Hidden Years (Edited): one, two

Burn Out

Alien Reader

Asexual rep

Trans rep

Lesbian rep

> warning: homophobia/violence

Bisexual rep

Thicc Reader 👀

> warning: fatphobia/bodyshaming

Can’t sleep

Jealous Ultron

Leash kink

> warning: smut

Wanda x Ultron (fluff)

Ultron cheering up sad!reader

> warning: mention of death

Cuddles

It's your birthday!

> warning: a little bit of smut

This kind of love

> warning: smut

A Good Time

> warning: smut

Stuck [in a elevator]

I would die for you

Change of [metal] Heart

Short - Monkey Brain Make me Simp

Short - Flirting isn't Stalling

Opposites Attract

Not the Same Metal

Just Cuddles for the Holiday

Shocked to Life

[First] Thanksgiving

Headcanon

Self conscious

NSFW Alphabet

Breaking up with Ultron

Taller than Ultron o.O

Affectionate Reader

Yandere Ultron

> warning: mention of death/violence

Ultron in a poly relationship

Chaotic Soulmate

Nature Lover

My Valentine

Pov: you cheat on him

Pet companion

Once Upon a Time

Fanfic

Assassin of Neverland (one to three)

> warning: smut and violence

My Girl in Red: one, two, three

Listen to the Song

The first Peter Pan x Reader

Insomnia

Panlix

Lost femboy

Aftercare (fluff)

The Dancing Queen?

Connections

Jealous Night

> warning: smut

Songfic - Parents

> warning: smut, being outed :/

That kind of Conversation at night (Felix x male!reader)

> warning: mention of abuse

What Would Felix/Pan do?

> warning: drug attempt

Acceptance

True Love

> warning: mention of death

Trans representation

Headcanon

NSFW Alphabet (Peter Pan)

Tongue Piercing

> warning: smut

Blow job

> warning: smut

For the Vine

Transformers

Fanfic

The Whole Pack (bayverse!Crosshair x Reader)

Skateboarding accident

Nightly dangers

One with a Secret

> warning: scars

Late Night Date (bayverse!Optimus x Reader)

Totally not the mom friend (bayverse!Ironhide x Reader)

Headcanon

Sexual assault

> warning: mention of s.a

Stubborn fighter

NSFW Alphabet (bayverse!Optimus Prime)

Bundle of Joy in Darkness (Decepticons)

Just Kiss Already (bayverse!Crosshair x Reader)

A different kind of fighting

Trans-parent (tfp!Ratchet)

> warning: transphobia, suicide attempt/mentioned

Rise of the Guardians

Fanfic

Monsters Have Hearts (Pitch Black x reader): one, two

> warning: abuse/violence

Rainstorm: one, two, three

> warning: violence and homophobia

Touch Starved Jack Frost

Blind Reader

Till Tomorrow (Pitch Black x Reader)

> warning: smut, so much smut

Raining Men

Sweet Like Honey

> warning: smut

Warmth in the Darkness (Pitch x Anna)

Headcanon

NSFW Alphabet (Pitch Black)

Pitch's Type

Dating Pitch

Experimenting

> warning: nsfw, knife play, breath play and etc

Spice during sexy time

> warning: nsfw, dirty talk

Kisses

[tumbledfreckles]

Absolutely!

She should not be doing this. She knows she should not be doing this. She'd been warned against doing this.

But really, Quidditch practice ended half an hour ago. Surely he would have cleaned up by now. Right?

Hope this works! <33

This has not been edited, and it should have been edited, but screw it, I loved this prompt, I've stayed up way past bed time to write it, I wrote 1800 words instead of the 500 I planned, so have it in it's unedited glory and don't judge me too harshly. It's late, but its shirtless James Potter May or Jumpers off for June or really, just a thirst trap drabble to get your week going well.

Lily knocked softly on the door to the locker rooms, her breath caught in her throat, a thrum of anxiety running in her veins. When there was no sound, no answering call, no bid to enter, she paused for only moments, before biting her lip and pushing on the door handle.

She should not be doing this.

Her footsteps were quiet as she made her way down the long corridor that led to the locker rooms. Doors of the unoccupied rooms were shut, her finger tips dragged against the names of each team as she went. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and then finally, at the very end, Gryffindor. Unlike the others, this door was set slightly jar, light seen through the gaps, but no sounds emerged. The team had clearly departed.

She knows she should not be doing this.

Lily gritted her teeth, taking a deep breath as she pushed open the door, wide enough for her to slip through. It closed gently after her, allowing her to lean back against it, hands still caught on the handle behind her. She clutched the handle for dear life, knowing she should turn it and go back through. Knowing that to go further into the room was a boundary she shouldn’t cross.

She’d be warned against doing this.

As expected, the locker room was at least empty. She’d never been in here before, not being on the team, and never before having anyone she’d wanted to follow into the abyss. The reality was as bad as Lily had imagined. Likely due to the graces and actions of the house elves, it was cleaner than expected. There were no used towels piling around, no dirty, soiled uniforms discarded. The walls were filled with posters and pictures of Gryffindor Quidditch teams throughout the years. Banners and scarves lined the players' open lockers, caught on the name plates fastened above each one.

Almost as soon as she noted the name plates, her eyes caught on one in particular. A name that had fallen from her lips more often than her own had this year. A name that used to come out with derision, but was now pronounced with warmth, with feeling, with an unexplainable but inexplicable feeling of joy. The locker below it was the least orderly of them all, clothing still hung on the hooks, shoes and boots underneath the bench seat in front of it. Shin guards and pads and flying goggles still littered the bench and shelf.

The captain himself was nowhere to be found however. The sound of running water drew her attention to another doorway, at the far end of the locker room. Steam poured out of that room, leaving Lily in doubt that it was the way to the showers. Somewhere she definitely shouldn’t be going. She could wait out here for him. She only wanted to check on him, close the loop on their earlier conversation. She felt guilty for leaving him hanging, but that was no reason to follow him into the showers, surely.

But, really, Quidditch practise ended half an hour ago. Surely, he would have cleaned up by now. Right?

With that solid, solid reasoning ringing in her brain, spurring her on despite a wealth of misgivings, Lily moved forward. Her heart was racing but her movements somehow remained slow, cautious.

“Potter?” she called at the doorway.

No answer came.

Lily shook her head, cheeks already turning red as she contemplated her next action seconds before completing it.

She was only two steps in when she pulled up short.

James stood under the shower, mere metres from where Lily herself stood. A low wall hid most of his lower anatomy, but his back was on full display. Water ran in rivulets over strong, broad, tanned shoulders. It drained off his elbows as James reached to scrub at his hair, a movement Lily had seen him do a million times across their seven years of schooling, but never when he was wet. Certainly not when he was otherwise naked. His back arched, showing the muscles down his spine, lifting the beginnings of the curve of his arse into view.

“Fuck,” Lily whispered, her mouth having gone completely dry.

Of course, while he hadn’t heard her earlier call, he heard her quiet swear. Or maybe he’d felt the weight of her entranced, intoxicated stare. Before Lily could remove herself from a situation she definitely shouldn’t be in, even if it was the most beautiful site she’d seen all day, all week, all year, James turned.

“Lil- Evans,” he said in surprise, jumping slightly, before shutting off the water and reaching for the towel resting on the edge of the wall. “What’s wrong?”

“Noth- shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have -”Lily started, taking a step back, only she missed the doorway and landed against the wall next to instead.

It really wasn’t her fault she couldn’t focus.

If James’ back with a gift of meticulously carved marble, smooth skin and muscle that Lily just wanted to sink her teeth into, then his front was a bloody work of art. Well defined pectorals sat prominently, on his chest, surrounded by curved shoulders, impressive biceps that helped his brilliant throws on the field. Pools of water had collected in the curve of his collarbones, enough that Lily could have lapped happily to ease her suddenly restricted throat.

She’d seen glimpses of his abdominals before. He was always reaching for his hair, running a hand through the beautiful, silky locks, she couldn’t help but get flashes as his shirt, or t-shirt, or jumper lifted up. Especially when he was already stretching back across the couch, complaining about the Prefect’s schedule, the points schedule, or the meeting schedule. Any schedule really, just because he knew it would rile her up. So she’d seen his stomach from time to time. Knew his prowess on the Pitch couldn’t come from someone who wasn’t totally fit. But seeing it glistening, rippling as he moved, shadows from the dimmed bathroom lighting emphasising each curve, well…

It was really more than one girl could be expected to take.

“Evans,” James tried again, frowning as he finished wrapping a towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower area toward her. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

Lily tried not to focus on how the twisted knot of the towel sat dead centre below his navel. How it drew the eyeline down. How the muscles in his sides pointed down like an arrow toward that knot, making her wonder what was underneath the knot.

“Uh,” Lily forced her eyes up. “I, uh, wanted to talk to you.”

She pretended not to notice how droplets collected on his eyelashes, so much easier to see without his glasses. How his face was devoid of its usual smirk, concern etched across his face instead, furrowing his brow, straightening his smile.

“Sure,” James glanced around, “I was coming back to the castle, you could have waited.”

“I couldn’t,” Lily blurted, before she could stop herself. “I couldn’t wait.”

James quirked an eyebrow, but paused in his steps, now less than three steps from her. At this distance, she could smell him. He was perfumed by that familiar scent of pine and spice, but in the heat and the humidity of the room it surrounded her, consumed her. She tried to take a deep breath in, to focus and prepare herself, but all it did was allow the scent to overwhelm her.

“Well, have at it, Evans,” he encouraged. “I’m listening.”

“Well, before, earlier.. You, uh… you asked, well and I, you, I didn’t,” Lily sighed impatiently at her stuttering, rolling her eyes before realising that meant she couldn’t look at him. Tried to remind herself not to look at him, it was clearly too much to look at such a sight and string a sentence together. Much more of her blithering and he wouldn’t care for what she had to say, mad woman that she was.

“Still waiting, Evans,” James teased now, a small curve of his lips appearing now. He seemed to be realising what had her in such a fluster, and took another step forward. Within reaching distance. Touching distance.

“Oh, fuck it,” Lily breathed, and gave in.

There was no resistance as she reached out and snagged James by the hand, then his waist, then his neck. She tugged his head down, and it came easily until, with a final push on her toes, she crashed her lips against his. His mouth moved without hesitation, giving as good as he got, pushing her back into the wall with a satisfying oof, his teeth finding her bottom lip, pulling it until her mouth opened and the punishing kiss turned into something deeper, sweeter, more satisfying.

Lily’s hands threaded into his hair, before dancing down to shoulders, stroking along his chest. She couldn’t pick a place she wanted them to rest, so she just didn’t, and touched and admired and petted to her heart’s content. James didn’t appear to mind her cheek was cupped, her waist wrapped up with one of those delicious arms she’d admired. He was still warm from the shower, still damp from neglecting to dry off, and she could feel that heat pushing through her clothes, flattening them against her, allowing his touch to burn through to her needy skin.

Without meaning too, having not consciously thought the action through, Lily’s hand landed on the knot in the towel she’d been so focused on moments earlier. The action gave them both reason to pause, and James pulled back just enough as they panted for breath and stared at each other.

She’d never seen his eyes so black, the hazel almost completely hidden dilated pupils and a blazing fire that would have taken her breath, if only his lips hadn’t done the job already. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Lily’s eyes followed the movement closely, her newly acquired knowledge of the feel, the taste of his tongue, making her imagine in a way that was all too real, how it would feel if he did the same to her.

“You had an answer for me, Evans?” his voice was hoarse, husky, like he’d run a marathon in the seconds, minutes, that they’d been kissing.

“I hardly think it matters now,” Lily’s laugh was almost bitter as it escaped from her, as she pushed back wet hair from his forehead, brushing her thumb softly across the scar above his eyebrow.

“Tell me anyway,” his fingers brushed down her arm, tipped her chin up, catching her lips again for a brief but perfect kiss.

Lily sighed, kissed him again to stall, cupped his face with both her hands to make sure he was paying attention. She was only going to say this once.

“Yes, I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with you next weekend.”

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: no fic-related news but i did get my first dose of the covid vaccine today so that’s exciting! GET VAXXED, PEOPLE! SPENCER WOULD WANT YOU TO!!

Masterlist

Chapter 20

“Hey Hotch,” Spencer knocked on his boss’s door.

Spencer got in extra early today to have his meeting with Hotch and hopefully tie up all the loose ends in his paperwork.

“Reid, come in,” Hotch gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and talking with Y/N and I think my time at the BAU is coming to an end,” Spencer said.

“I see,” Hotch leaned back in his chair, “Well, I think it goes without saying that you would certainly be missed. But, I’m not going to try to convince you to stay because I feel like this is a good decision for you...one I probably should have made myself if we’re being completely honest.”

“You made it work though, Jack loves his superhero dad,” Spencer reassured him, “I just can’t keep missing stuff after already missing six years. It’s too much and I certainly can’t focus on cases when I’m desperately wishing I was somewhere else.”

“How about this? We put you on temporary unpaid leave for a year. Then, you can either choose to come back or quit for good. This will give you plenty of family time and then you’ll see if you’re ever ready to return or not. It’s up to you. Also, if I just put you on leave, it can start as early as tomorrow. Instead of you just quitting and then having to put your two weeks in and be called away on more cases.”

“That sounds great, Hotch. Thank you so much for your understanding. If I don’t come back, it was a pleasure working with you. But I’m sure I will see you around at Rossi’s dinner parties,” Spencer grinned.

Hotch and Spencer hugged before pulling away to see the rest of the team filing into the bullpen.

“I guess I have to tell them,” Spencer sighed, knowing they would be a little disappointed at the sudden news.

“Hey guys, I have an announcement,” Spencer walked out of Hotch’s office.

“You have another secret daughter?” Derek joked.

“Y/N is pregnant?” Penelope guessed.

“You’re engaged?” Emily asked.

“Um no to all, I know this is a bit sudden and I apologize for that but effective tomorrow, I will be taking a year long leave from the BAU which may turn permanent,” Spencer spoke softly.

Silence filled the room.

“It’s not that I don’t love this job or you guys. You all know you are my best friends but I just really need to be home with my family right now,” Spencer explained.

Derek was the first to walk up to Spencer, “We’re gonna miss you around here, kid.”

He pulled Spencer in for a hug, ruffling up his hair.

Penelope was next in line to hug Spencer with a tissue already dabbing at her eyes.

“I hate to see you go, Boy Wonder, but I know it’s what’s best for you,” she said.

“I think Jo may be an even stricter boss than Hotch,” Rossi teased.

“She does have a tendency to get grumpy when she isn’t allowed to have ice cream for dinner,” Spencer laughed lightly, wiping the tears that were forming from his eyes.

“Please don’t ever stop talking. I know we tease you but I truly am going to miss your rambles,” Emily whispered.

“I’m just a phone call away,” he promised.

“You deserve this. Do not feel bad,” JJ reminded him.

He nodded in acknowledgement, his voice getting caught in the lump in his throat.

“We need a cake!” Penelope exclaimed, “I will not have the Good Doctor’s last day be cakeless especially with that sweet tooth of his.”

“On it,” Derek said, grabbing his keys.

“Decorations too! See if Party City has a Happy Retirement section!” she shouted after him.

“You’ve got it, baby girl,” Derek replied.

-

Spencer returned home in the evening with a cardboard box full of his belongings that once resided on his desk. 7 years of his career packed into one box. It seemed sad to him that such a big chapter of his life was closing.

But then, he walked inside. You and Jo had karaoke up on the TV screen. You both were currently in the middle of Wannabe by the Spice Girls. Jo even had her baseball cap on backwards to complete the look.

“If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is,” Jo sang.

Then you jumped in, “So, here's a story from A to Z. You wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully. We got Em in the place who likes it in your face. You got G like MC who likes it on a

Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady. And as for me, ha you'll see.”

“Slam your bodies down and wind it all around,” you both sang.

You turned around to see Spencer standing there and you let out a yelp.

“Oh no, please continue. Don’t stop on my account,” he grinned.

“Daddy!” Jo jumped up into his arms.

He moved Jo to his hip as you approached.

“Hi, love,” you greeted him with a kiss.

He was no longer sad. This was the right choice. This is where he belonged.

-

“Shhh” is the first thing you heard as you awoke followed by the quiet rattling of dishes.

“Jo, no!” you heard Spencer whisper-shout, “I said not until Mommy wakes up.”

“I’m up,” you muttered into your pillow.

You turned to the side of your bed to see Jo standing there with a tray of food and Spencer behind her with a bouquet of flowers.

You smiled softly.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” they both cheered.

“Thank you, my loves,” you gave them both kisses, accepting the tray from Jo as Spencer set the flower vase down on your bedside table.

The food on the tray consisted of a mug of coffee, a cup of orange juice, bacon, a bowl of blueberries, and a big chocolate chip pancake with sliced strawberries for the eyes and nose and a whipped cream smile.

“Very artistic,” you grinned.

Spencer returned next to you in bed, getting under the covers. He was wearing a plain gray fitted t-shirt, flannel PJ pants, and his glasses.

“Jo, you can go get your present for Mommy while she eats,” he suggested.

Once Jo left the room to go retrieve her gift, you planted a much messier kiss on Spencer’s lips.

“Not that I’m complaining but what was that for?” he smirked.

“You know how sexy I told you those glasses make you look,” you stated, taking a bite of a strip of bacon.

“I’ll keep them on all day then as part of your gift,” he smiled.

Jo crawled on to the bed with a wrapped box and an envelope taped to it. The card was clearly homemade by Jo and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Look at this beautiful artwork!” you exclaimed, opening the card.

Inside was a gift card for a spa downtown surrounded by Jo’s doodles.

“JJ said that place was really nice. There’s enough on there for you and a friend to get a full day of pampering,” Spencer said.

“Well, that’s good that she likes it because I will probably bring her along as my fellow mom. Thank you both,” you smiled.

Jo pushed the wrapped box towards you. You opened it to find a multi-colored beaded necklace.

“I made it for you, Mommy,” Jo beamed as you put it on over your head.

“That is so very thoughtful of you,” you kissed her forehead, “It fits me perfectly and you even included my favorite color.”

“I planned a picnic for today but if you would rather stay home and relax all day, I totally get it. Jo and I can go to the park and you can have some peace and quiet,” Spencer offered.

“Are you kidding me? It’s called Mother’s Day, I want to spend some time with the little girl who made me the luckiest one in the entire world,” you smiled.

“Picnic, it is then. I’ll get Jo all dressed and the bag packed. Here, let me take that,” Spencer left the room, balancing Jo on one hip and your tray of dirty dishes on the other.

You were really going to have to bring your all for Father’s Day next month.

[carewyncromwell]

“You are shameless -- A shameless flirt! Showing some interest couldn't hurt! Some? You show the maximum. And you'd prefer I act like you? Afraid to show interest -- afraid it's taboo?”

~“Vaudeville: Leave Me Alone” from Sideshow

x~x~x~x

brief mention of Kaari Arcano @kathrynalicemc​

x~x~x~x

Once Jacob Cromwell passed all twelve of the NEWTs he sat for with flying colors in the spring of 1991, he left Hogsmeade village to travel the world. Mia was very glad to see him go -- those months of having to see his stupid, smiling face behind the bar of the Three Broomsticks had been an absolute headache to get through. And for the next few years, Mia didn’t collide with Jacob Cromwell once -- something she was very grateful for.

That didn’t mean that she didn’t hear anything about him, in those years. Rosmerta still received letters from Jacob and so spoke of him frequently (and fondly) to Jenie and Ambrosius Flume. There’d be times Mia would overhear some of the Hogwarts professors discussing Jacob, on their trips to Hogsmeade -- talking about how he’d been invited to lecture at Beauxbatons or some such and sounding pleased that he’d turned his life around for the better. Then of course there was the stuff Mia heard through her younger sister Callie.

Callisto “Callie” Flume was the youngest of the Flume sisters, and easily the most outgoing. People warmed up to her very quickly for her sense of humor and amiability, as well as her pretty smile and bold, slightly cheeky attitude. There were those who considered her a total flirt (Mia included), but that didn’t make her any less successful at the Wizarding Wireless Network, where she made her living as a radio host. Although yes, she primarily introduced each song played on the network and announced Network-sponsored contests and products, Callie also tried to arrange and broadcast interviews with well-regarded and/or famous wizards, to spice things up. Some of the interviews she’d arranged -- such as talking to the Irish National Quidditch Team when they first qualified to compete in the 1994 Quidditch World Cup -- had been rather fun to listen to, but others were far less so. Mia had to pause in her work and stroll to the other side of the kitchen so she could switch off the radio playing Callie’s interview with the Weird Sisters’ front-man Myron Wagtail in utter exasperation, after hearing her sister do little but pepper him with pointed compliments for nearly twenty minutes. 

One of the people Callie liked getting input from as a contributor, though, ended up being Mia’s sworn enemy, Jacob Cromwell. And yeah, Mia didn’t care for that at all. She was sure to remind Callie of that after she heard her younger sister had once again hosted Jacob on her radio show last month to ask him about the history of the Triwizard Tournament, in anticipation for the climatic Third Task. 

Callie, true to form, laughed the whole thing off. 

“Oh, come on, Mia,” she teased. “You’re not still all bent out of shape about Jacob, are you? Really, you snap your jaws so much whenever anyone brings him up, one would think you two are bitter exes or something...”

Mia shuddered in utter disgust. “Ugh, the idea! Who in the world would want to date that prat?” 

“Quite a few people, actually,” said Callie amusedly, adjusting her glasses on her nose with her middle finger. “Myron Wagtail, for one. And Kaari Arcano, at least casually.”

“Kaari Arcano?” scoffed Mia. “Why am I not surprised -- he’s always been a total flirt -- ”

“There’s nothing wrong with flirting -- get off your high horse,” Callie scolded, her voice dusted with rather cool passive-aggressiveness. “Kar’s a sweetheart: just look at him with his dragons. I frankly think whoever wins his heart for the long term will be very lucky.”

“Love isn’t a sport,” said Mia coolly, “so it’s not about ‘winning’ anything.”

At that moment, Madam Rosmerta came over to the two girls’ table and dropped off two mugs of butterbeer.

“Hello, Callie -- Mia,” she greeted pleasantly.

“Hi, Rosmerta!” Callie said brightly. 

She then lowered her voice a bit. 

“...I don’t suppose...you’ve heard anything from the school lately, have you? I’d love to have some contributors on about what the Daily Prophet reported, about Albus Dumbledore’s declining mental state, but I wondered if the professors have been ‘round much...”

Rosmerta frowned. 

“No, in fact, they haven’t. But frankly, given the intense criticism the Prophet has been lobbing at Dumbledore, I can sort of understand why.”

There was something faintly disapproving in her voice. Callie clearly noticed it too.

“Do you think it unjustified?” she asked. “The criticism Dumbledore has faced, in the light of Cedric Diggory’s accidental death?”

Madam Rosmerta’s lips knit together a bit more tightly. 

“Professor Dumbledore has certainly earned his fair share of criticism over the years,” she said solemnly, “but I think it’s a bit tasteless, for people to use someone’s death as ammunition against the Headmaster. Cedric Diggory is not a weapon to be used against others -- he was just a boy, and he deserves to be remembered as such.”

Callie’s eyes had brightened significantly. 

“That’s a lovely sentiment,” she said, sounding almost a little too eager for Mia’s liking -- rather like an obnoxious journalist, rather than sounding the least bit empathetic or gentle. “I don’t suppose you’d want to come on my show tomorrow night, to discuss the matter?”

Rosmerta’s expression cooled slightly as she rested a hand on her hip. “Thanks, hon...but I think I’ll pass. I’d hardly consider myself any sort of expert contributor, on this matter.”

She tucked the tray she’d brought their mugs out on under her arm. 

“You could always reach out to Jacob about it, though,” she added with a dewy smile. “He should be around, for the interim.”

Mia choked on her butterbeer. 

“What?”

“Jacob’s back in Britain?” asked Callie, sounding delighted. “I had no idea! He usually only stops by briefly for the holiday season!”

“To make sure Father Christmas drops off the proper coal in his stocking, I suppose,” Mia said rather coolly.

Callie turned to Mia, her mouth open and fully prepared to correct her, but Rosmerta had pressed on.

“He came back just about a week ago. Said he wanted to come home so he could take some time to reconnect with his family...his sister’s been working at the Ministry, you know -- she’s a fine lawyer...”

“Ah yes, Carewyn!” Callie said brightly. “Jacob speaks so fondly of her...give him your ear, and he’ll talk it off about her!”

“Give him your ear and he’ll talk it off, period,” Mia said dryly.

Callie shot another slightly irked frown at her sister, but Rosmerta paid Mia’s snark no mind. 

“He’s found himself a flat in London and he’s just been getting himself settled in. I’m sure if you wanted to talk with him about what happened at the Triwizard Tournament, he’d have some valuable insight on the matter.”

Callie beamed. “Oh, most definitely! Jacob always does seem to have an exciting take on things. Thank you, Rosmerta!”

Rosmerta nodded to the two girls, before heading off to deal with the next round of orders. Mia returned to drinking her butterbeer, rolling her eyes off toward the far corner.

So Jacob Cromwell was back. Great. 

Now I have all the reason in the world to avoid London, she thought dully. 

Callie turned to Mia, her mouth fixed into a girlish pout. 

“I just don’t understand why you’re so determined to pile on poor Jacob,” she said. “Sure, he got into trouble at school...but you know, he really has turned his life around, since then! He’s really been very well-regarded for his Potions lectures -- not to mention the cursebreaking expeditions he’s helped with, for Gringotts! He’s doing a lot of good work, for people...”

“Good work would involve him settling down and getting a real job so he can support his family, rather than running away from them,” Mia said coldly. 

Callie gaped. “Running away from them? Oh, Mia, that’s just not fair!” 

“What else would you call wandering the world aimlessly by yourself like a homeless man and leaving your family to wonder where you are at any given time?”

“Spreading your wings, perhaps? Traveling, exploring?”

Mia sniffed contemptuously. Callie crossed her arms, resting them down on the table between her and Mia as she fixed her older sister with a reproachful eye. 

“Mia, Rosmerta said the whole reason Jacob’s come back to Britain is to reconnect with his family. Does that sound like someone who’s running away? No!”

“It does sound like someone who knows he has been running away, though,” Mia said dryly.

“It sounds like someone who loves his family!” Callie shot back hotly. “Just because he didn’t wimp out like you did and decide to never chase any dreams in the outside world doesn’t mean he doesn’t care!”

Her gaze hardening significantly, Mia put her mug down with a harsh clank.

“Dreams are for sleeping, and I’m not going to sleep while I’m awake,” she shot back harshly. “Dad’s become frailer than ever, in case you haven’t noticed. You don’t think it would break his heart if we weren’t there for him, when he needed us? He didn’t have any family, before he married Mum. He didn’t have anything, before he went to school -- got his job here at Honeydukes! He needs us -- and even if you’re the type to swoon over some bloke for his romantic-sounding adventures, I’m not.” 

Callie flinched ever-so-slightly, but she didn’t break. Instead she and Mia stared each other down coldly from across the table. 

“Choosing to support your family isn’t wimping out,” Mia said lowly. “It’s taking responsibility. And that’s something the likes of Jacob Cromwell doesn’t know anything about.”

She turned away from her younger sister and took a very long sip of butterbeer. 

Callie, meanwhile, had gone very red in the face. She looked like she was having trouble not screaming. 

“You’re -- you’re so judgmental, you know that?” the youngest Flume said petulantly. “Honestly, it’s no wonder everyone at school liked Jacob more than you!” 

Callie slammed her still largely full mug of butterbeer down on the table with a loud clank of her own and then swept right out of the pub, her kitten heels clacking harshly with each step. 

Mia watched her sister go, her sharp green eyes narrowed and her lips tightly knit together, and she took another long sip from her mug, trying hard to ignore the sick, hurt-stained anger twisting her up from the inside. 

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Part 2&3 of ‘I’ve connected the two dots’ the Gilded Age edition

I don’t like the intro. Way too much is happening out there for my taste.

Butlers are the only sane people in this show.

One of these days ladies will gang up on Marian. She is walking on thin ice.

The tea party was pure comedy. Nobody is subtle and Agnes is one step from murder.

Marian: I wish I understood what brings you to New York. Me: Girl, are you blind?

I love the ‘we like riling Agnes up’ club.

Listen I have nothing against Marian but please spice her up a bit. I have like no interest in her as separate character apart from potential love triangle. So far she looks to be a Mary Sue dressed in historical clothes. Honestly, Julian, you can do better.

On the other hand, I’m really intrigued by Peggy. Her past is a total mystery. Frankly speaking I know nothing about America of that period so I cannot tie whatever happened to her to any real life events that would explain why she needs a lawyer. That is why my totally wild and uneducated guess is that she married someone in Pennsylvania against her father’s will and now she’s like ‘oh shit that was a mistake but I won’t admit it to him’. Yep that’s a cliché and dumb theory. I know.

Mrs. Chamberlain is another intriguing character. She is married or she was married. Oh I have a theory! She is a widow who married a very rich but old man who died soon and after his death she got herself a toy boy or whatever they called it in 19th century. That does sound scandalous enough to make Anges’ blood boil, doesn’t it?

I have a question about the dress worn by Carrie Astor in the last scene: what the heck? Did she lose a bet and has to wear this atrocity for a week?

I kind of respect Mrs. Astor. Is she a snob? Yeah. Is she a clever snob though? Hell yeah.

Raise your hand if you don’t trust Tom Raikes. *raises hand*

I mean… yeah I get it sex before marriage is a taboo so if you want to get some, you need to put a ring on it and blah blah blah but dude seems to be too hasty with proposal even for a horny teenager, let alone grownup gentleman.

Agnes is right about him, isn’t she? I bet he is an opportunist indeed. However, what can a middle class lawyer get from this marriage? Money? Nah, Marian is penniless and he knows it. Social status? Eh it isn’t of much use for him.

Unless she isn’t penniless after all. Remember they were talking about shares in railroad companies or something like that which he claims are worthless? What if they are actually worth a freaking fortune?!

Will it have something to do with the station George Russell is about to build? Maybe. IDK. It sounds reasonable now but we’ll see.

I still want to giggle every time George Russell is mentioned.

That freaking maid… She is too clever to seduce George just for the sake of seducing him.

Is she planning to become his mistress? Bitch please. Bertha will twist her neck.

Is she planning to blackmail him? Bitch please. George will twist her neck.

Someone wake Larry up.

Dude, remember that blond neighbour you were flirting with? Yeah it’s time to act. Now!

Give Gladys a sock and set her free.

I seriously try to look at it from 19th century perspective but boy oh boy.

Option #1: Oscar van Rhijn. Is he the worst thing that can happen to a young lady? *remembers what was said about late Mr. van Rhijn* Probably not.

Option #2: whatever her mother planned for her. That one sounds like Gladys is about to be shipped to England and search for a husband with a title. It worked for Cora from DA but a long time ago I’ve read about those American heiress who ended up totally miserable as a result of it so that sounds scary…

Option #3: the boy she mentioned. Archie? I cannot remember the name. Anyway, as Agnes van Rhijn said: ‘sounds dull enough to be respectable.’

I feel for John Adams who lies there imagining quiet life with Oscar and their three corgis while Oscar goes on and on about money and how wonderful Gladys is.

Marian gets on my nerves. Seriously, I get it: she’s strong, fearless, modern woman and all that stuff. But it’s 19th century higher society for Pete’s sake and Marian acts like a time traveler from 21st century. She seems to have no control over her mouth and just says the first thing that comes to her head. In the company of the family it might be sassy and endearing but with strangers she sounds really dumb.

Like how many times can she ask why they don’t include Mrs. Russell? Does she expect that if she asks it a hundred times, they’ll get tired and give up? I really struggle to understand this character.

On paper her lines are clever, in action though… She ain’t one and only dowager countess of Grantham. Sorry not sorry. She’s just too young and her position in society isn’t high enough for her to speak her mind so freely in public.

Ada still creeps me out at times but I felt really sorry for her.

However, it’s one more proof that Agnes sees right though people.

Peggy doesn’t deserve this shit. Period.

I should have seen it coming, right? Yet I didn’t. I was so happy for her and ugh. I hope when she becomes a famous novelist, she’ll write in one of her books something like ‘Dear assholes from The Christian Advocate, screw you!’

‘Do you think we should kneel?’ line aged well.

I naturally disliked Patrick and Anne Morris. They deserved punishment for their actions but daaaamn not like that. I didn’t expect this show to go so far.

How many brain cells does Anne have? Zero?

Somehow Aurora Fane pisses me off even more than Anne.

The boy toy theory… yep I was an idiot.