#// and if you flop or show up with nothing the whole project would just be dropped. and there is nothing left

[m0e-ru]

the gas station attendant social link alternate universe is about the past and the future. it is about accepting you who you were and who you are and who you'll be. accepting every aspect of yourself, intangible and tangible. that maybe you are fractured, broken, fragmented, empty, torn apart, or one thousand different things. but you are there for yourself, whoever that may be. whoever they may be. it is about love and betreyal and kindness and malice and caring and hate. deliberate or accidental. it is about learning and realizing and doing something about it and doing nothing about it. it is about the constant pursuit of knowledge no matter how fun it is no matter how terrifying it is. no matter if it's a genuine drive or something forced unto the self as one is pushed to the ledge. it is about life and death and what is real and what is not. it is about accepting what is there and making the effort to make it different. it is about stagnancy and improvement. it is about being the same and about change. it is about friendships about family about relationships about the inherent love present in all of it. it is about finding yourself in someone and the choice to help the other to help the self. to fill each other's half empty cups and overflow with gratitude or spill out and become an emptiness so unbearable that the irony of a rush of tears come flooding out somehow. it is about potential and the need to pursue it and find it and accomplish it and grow and grow and grow and learn and learn and learn and live and live and live no matter what anyone says. no matter what you say. it is about god. it is about human. it is about the bond with the one god once called its puppet but lives in the role itself no longer can be called an actor. because of love. because of love.

#kommento #sulululat #gsa sl au #// it was my love btw #// thinking that this silly thing is too 'far gone' but it's a fruit tree of so many personal spiels that maybe deep down I brought this #// to the table because I wanted to have people learn about myself? through something we can both love #// but that's just the thing it's become too personal that no one can relate to it and if anyone does it wrong I bite their face off #// I don't know. regressing back into my little bubble and thinking of other problems. being here is a journey and it's still going #// that there's still so much I can do but I'm reaching a tipping point and I can do everything now or drop it all #// like game dev crunch time. spend four years on it and a 1 and a half year chunk to prep for the live demo at the press conference #// and if you flop or show up with nothing the whole project would just be dropped. and there is nothing left #// all that passion and love and effort is washed away #// I don't even know what I'm aiming for. I just wanted a community. and I do have one but am I not satisfied? #// is there a certain sense of community itself that I want? now I'm selfish and picky? I am not sure #// I should make a relationship chart actually. with bubbles and lines and captions and labels or something. peek into my brain diagrams #// three year anniversary coming up soon... but who knows if I'll still be kicking in six more months. it's a surprise 🎉 #// gsaslau is about god who is not human and a human who does not believe he is human. and somehow they make each other more human #// it is about a child meant to be the avatar of hope falling to his knees having to accept the truth about the people he trusts #// it is about a girl desperately wanting to save everyone and would offer her life to do so. but she wants to live with everyone else #// without another giving up their own life instead #// it is about a man who rises from despair and becomes the beacon of hope he never thought he could be #// it is about a man who wouldnt believe the emptiness in his heart stings. that he could never lose somethng because he never had anything #// it is about someone who relearns who they were and creates who they're going to be. fighting all the urges to destroy such a creation

[matrixbearer2024]

I really love you "Get off my screen" series! And I just and couldn't stop thinking about Reader just texting out of nowhere saying "Bruh I'm fucking dying"

And Vox is just going haywire(See what I did there?) Worried about you and ask what they mean and Reader be like "I'm dying because of BOARdom(Get it?)

You're Just Being Mean!

A/N: Omg I am absolutely writing this AHAHAHAHA- Vox is always the one screwing with dear Reader so I think it's about time to return the favor. Thank you @crazylzp143 for the inbox idea! I love how much this story is expanding and the ideas y'all have for it. As always, I hope you all enjoy this filler interlude and please keep the ideas coming! Happy reading!

You cheered, flopping backwards on your bed in a cheerful mood.

On your computer monitor was an empty assignment box.

You'd successfully accomplished all your required tasks before the semester's end which left you with a whole lot of free time to burn.

And did you absolutely just unwind and relax.

Playing games, watching movies, bingeing shows-

You practically spedran the chill pill treatment.

To the point where you managed to bore yourself before the day was even over.

You stared up at the ceiling with an annoyed look-

Wasn't there really anything else you could do?

And why did time pass by so slowly?

God you were bored.

In the middle of your TV show binge, your phone buzzed to life.

Considering you'd quickly found the plot line to be quite a drag, you just let the drama play while you no longer paid attention to it.

The white noise the show provided helped make it feel like you were actually doing something.

Even when you knew you weren't doing anything productive at all-

Looking over at your phone, you smiled upon opening the familiar chatbox that you saw almost daily.

"Heya Voxxy, what's up?"

"Well aren't you in a good mood today! Anything special?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, Vox really thought he was being cheeky this time wasn't he?

"Managed to complete all my work for the semester, so now I can just chillax until exams come around!"

"Wait what? Holy shit! You've got a whole two weeks of nothing then!"

"IKR! I can just laze around and do what I want after class hours!"

It wasn't surprising that Vox quickly got used to your schedule, you'd also grown slightly accustomed to his.

He knew the basic rundown of your schedule, like when your classes started and ended-

Just as much as you knew when he had to leave for his daily broadcast and when he would come back.

You could only guess him knowing when exam season happens was from looking at the calendars and schedules you had meticulously prepared in your computer.

There were times he would even remind you of things due on a day, like quizzes or projects to which you would grow embarrassed that it slipped your mind.

You were the one who made the calendar, how could you forget it???

Though it was probably helpful on his end that he quite literally had a digital reference to look back on.

You still wondered sometimes how he managed to end up with a TV for a head but didn't look into it much.

"Guess that means you'll be spending more time with me?"

"Dude, I already spend so much time with you! Any more and I'd have to call you my boyfriend!"

That message really shouldn't have caused Vox to bluescreen but it did.

He was just so flustered that his system crashed in it's entirety because of what you said.

Not that you noticed when all you got in reply was some keysmash and middle finger emojis.

Vox could only imagine you were laughing at his expense, and even then he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed with you.

It was only recently that he'd become hyper aware with how much you meant to him so jokes and comments like that easily sent his mental careening.

Not that he quite understood why he felt this way yet, a part of him still blamed some unknown untraceable malware that your devices shoved into his system.

Though he highly doubted that a stupid virus would make his stomach do flips whenever he saw your silly smile.

Oh whatever, he'll just have to run another malware check later or something.

You just continued to tease Vox for a good while before he had to excuse himself and leave for a meeting.

He was slightly glad that he had just a little respite from your teasing onslaught.

Any more of it and there was a high risk he would've accidentally caused another citywide blackout.

You tossed your phone onto an adjacent cushion and just laughed.

No wonder Vox liked to embarrass you so much.

It was downright hilarious and entertaining.

You couldn't help but feel slightly flattered with his reactions though, was your friendship that important to him?

So he really did care after all, what a dork.

The funny high you were running on, much to Vox's chagrin, didn't last long.

So you decided to go back to fucking with your TV headed companion since he usually did the same to you.

"Dudeeeee I'm fucking dyingggg-"

Vox made the mistake of checking his phone in the middle of the meeting and nearly gave himself a stroke upon reading your message.

What in Lucifer's name even happened?!

Last he checked you were completely fine???

He hadn't even left you for-

Taking a look at his internal clock, Vox glitched from sheer panic.

It hadn't even been an hour!

Was this supposed to be a joke??

Were you just fibbing with him?

Or god forbid you were actually hurt and needed help-

He was about to just bolt out of that meeting before another messaged snapped him out of it.

"I'm dying- dying of BOARDom! HAHA see what I did there?"

Vox felt the last of his patience leave him as rings appeared on his other eye.

The absolute nerve of you-!

"Oh fuck off (Y/N)."

With that, he angrily pocketed his phone and once again paid attention to the meeting.

The poor presenter in the front nearly shat himself from how irritated Vox looked, they didn't know that frustration was because of you though.

You just couldn't stop laughing at his reply, not realizing how badly your overlord friend took the joke until some noticeable time passed and there wasn't a single message or notification from him.

Now that started to concern you.

You'd be lucky to get through an hour with less than a hundred notifications at a time-

It's been two and there was still absolutely nothing.

Did something happen?

Was he upset or dealing with something?

Perchance... did you do something to upset him?

"Vox...? Hey, you good dude?"

You grew more concerned as the minutes ticked on.

Whatever it was- Vox was probably genuinely upset.

And you had a gut feeling it had something to do with you.

"I'm not talking to you."

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at his message, was he being childish?

So your hunch was right, you did manage to upset him- somehow.

"Ehhhh??? Why? What did I do?"

"You know what you fucking did (Y/N)."

Not really- that's why you asked.

Your hands dropped onto your lap tiredly as you looked up towards the ceiling.

What... what did you do wrong?

Scrolling up to read your chats, it didn't take long before you realized where it went wayside.

Oh.

"Right, you don't really like it when I joke about dying huh."

"No."

"You never really told me why, and you never cared this much before. You would just laugh it off when I delivered the punchline."

"You're still young (Y/N). You have your whole life ahead of you. Dying puts you at risk of ending up here in hell with me."

"You know that doesn't sound as horrible as you paint it right?"

"Pardon?"

"I'll end up where you are, that can't seriously be that bad."

Vox genuinely wondered if you had a screw loose or something this time.

He continued to try hammering it into you that it was hell he was talking about.

Eternal damnation, the never-ending inferno, etc.

Ya know, where all the sinners went to suffer??

But again and again you would just keep repeating-

"But I'll be where you are, it won't be that bad- it can't be that bad."

Until he finally understood what you were insinuating.

It wouldn't be so bad, because he was there.

He would be there with you.

At that point the state of hell or where you were wasn't important.

Vox could only chuckle at his own foolishness.

Not to mention just how oblivious you were to your own words.

"I guess. Just don't do that again."

"I'll try not to. Besides, if I croak and end up at the heaven gates- I'll put in a good word for you."

"You? In heaven? Nice joke dollface."

"Oh fuck you too Vox, I was being optimistic."

The tech overlord just rolled his eyes, there was a real risk that he could lose you soley because heaven would take you away but he didn't dwell on it.

You were still here texting him, cracking jokes and being your obnoxiously cute self.

You were still on the other side of the screen furiously typing up a comeback of why you would be able to get into the pearly gates.

Vox just chuckled, as long as you were with him in the here and now-

He found he wouldn't care even if hell froze over.

A/N: Our Voxxy is starting to catch feels, well- slightly- he's just in the stages of caring a bit too much but not realizing it's romance yet. Writing this stuff is hilariously entertaining, plus the slow burn is just yummy hahahahah I'll be putting out some more interludes tomorrow but the direct continuation is finished! I just need to post these things chronologically XD

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

[sxcret-garden]

2nd Desire ღ Tie Me Down [M]

ღ Aspects of Desire series ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ feat.: Yeosang ღ words: ~5.1k ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, sub!reader, reader masturbating and asking to be punished for it, reader’s hands tied together, he’s a bit mean but goes soft dom when reader shows signs of discomfort, strength kink, fingering, some body worship, teasing, begging, unprotected sex) ღ warnings: (him running his hand through reader’s hair)

Desc.: Lost in your excitement over the recent development in your relationship with your boyfriend Jongho, you try to tickle more of his dominant side out of him. When he shuts down that attempt with only the best of intentions, he makes sure you won’t stay flustered by your miscalculation for long.

Author's note: chapter 2 and I'm STILL nervous about posting kasjdfölksa I hope you guys enjoy though~ alsoalso I decided to do a taglist for this fic, so if you want to be added, just drop me an ask about it <3

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You drop your bag beside the entrance as you walk into Jongho’s apartment, the little melody resounding when the door falls into its lock that’s usually just another background noise to you manages to annoy you on this day. It’s only half past 4, yet you feel like you’ve been awake for more than 20 hours. 

You slip out of your shoes and step inside, the sofa in the living room being your destination. With a groan you let your body flop down onto it, the cushioned surface softening the impact. You’ve been at university since morning, your first class of the day being quite an interesting one and almost making you forget about the dreadful events that would follow suit. For lunch you met up with other students from your major to work on your group project, and these people really remind you time and time again why you absolutely hate group projects. You’re a group of seven, yet somehow the only ones taking the whole thing seriously are you and Yeosang, a guy you’ve done a course with before and who you luckily ended up being in the same group with. You know from back then that he does his work diligently enough - what you didn’t know was how badly the other five would do. One of them ran late, claiming he was convinced the meeting would start at 2 and not at half past 1, one of them didn’t show up at all, the others half-assed their parts and one girl only did half of what she was supposed to do. It’s a mess, and it’s stressing you out, because you’re getting a shared group grade for the paper. If you were being graded individually, you would’ve already decided to just do well on your own part, and make sure to precisely document who worked how much, but since you can’t exactly do that here it eventually came to the point where you decided it would be better if you took over the lead. As the person who has assigned herself the role of scolding the others into doing their work properly, you didn’t exactly gain their sympathy, but thankfully Yeosang was right there to have your back. Sharing their disdain was still better than having to shoulder it all alone, so you made a mental note to thank him with a cup of coffee or a meal later on.

But for now you want nothing more than to get this stupid project out of your mind, and lying motionlessly on the sofa and staring at a wall without any kind of distraction from your angry thoughts running wild isn’t exactly the best way to go about that. So you get up with a heavy sigh, peeking into your boyfriend’s room through the gap in the door standing ajar, before walking inside. He isn’t home yet - you assume he must be on his way, because his last class of the day should’ve ended about 10 minutes ago. Walking over to his closet, you open the side where he made space for some of your clothes, and you grab some comfortable pants and a t-shirt you haven’t worn in a while. There’s the logo of a game printed at the front - coincidentally a game you both used to play when you were still in school, and one of the topics you bonded over as you were slowly becoming closer.

You trod over to the bathroom, figuring you should take a shower in an attempt to clear your mind first of all - maybe you could magically find a way to wash off all the frustration the day has drenched you in. Either way, at least the warm water raining down on your skin has a calming effect on you, and so for a few minutes you merely stand there, doing nothing. You reach for the soap eventually, and as you’re cleaning yourself your thoughts slowly drift elsewhere.

Until you remember the conversation you had with Jongho about establishing a different kind of dynamic between you two. Your fingers dance up your body to your throat, and padding them onto your pulse reminds you of what it felt like to have his hand in this position instead. The thoughts of the project are quickly forgotten, yet your cells have not quite let go of the frustration yet - but that’s nothing a quick orgasm couldn’t take care of, right?

So you let your hands wander, allowing them to map out your own body wherever instinct leads them, and as your fingers find your core, you let out a long sigh. This feels like just what you need right now, so you don’t hold back, beginning to draw circles onto your sensitive bud. Feeling your limbs relax from the sensation, you lean your back against the wall, and eventually you reach out for the shower head, changing the setting to the highest pressure and letting it do the work for you.

You don’t think of much at all, simply enjoying the pleasure coursing through your body, until you can sense yourself coming closer to the edge, and you buck your hips up against the water jet.

“Fuck…” you whimper, as a scenario crosses your mind. “What if he finds out…” You gulp at the thought of Jongho figuring out you got off without him, in his apartment, and your mind begins to wander as you fantasize about all the ways in which he might punish you for it. Another curse escapes you through gritted teeth, and soon you feel your high crashing down on you, walls clenching around nothing as his name falls from your lips.

You step out of the shower feeling refreshed, purposely not changing back the setting of the shower head. You want him to catch you, want to know about all the things he would do to you that you haven’t seen him do before. Slipping into fresh clothes and wrapping a towel around your head to let your hair dry a bit before finishing the process with a blow dryer, you grin to yourself and you walk out into the living room. 

Your boyfriend comes home about half an hour later, just as you’re putting the blow dryer back to its original place in one of the cabinets in his bathroom. You suppress the excited grin that just won’t leave your lips, and instead greet him as per usual.

“You’re late,” you remark as you catch sight of the time displayed on your phone screen.

“Yeah, the subway was crowded. Should’ve taken the bus,” he mutters as he walks up to you, his hand patting your head in a gesture that’s supposed to say “I’m home.”

“Right, it’s starting to get bad at this time,” you continue your small talk.

“How did your meet-up go?”

“Don’t ask…” you brush it off quickly, hoping to ward off the stress creeping up to you again upon him mentioning it.

“That bad?” Jongho asks as he lets out a short laugh while he furrows his eyebrows, telling you he feels at least a little sorry for you.

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes. “And you? How was your day?”

“Don’t ask,” he answers, and now you’re the one chuckling. “I’ll go wash up real quick, and I think I’ll need some time to decompress afterwards.”

“Sure,” you mutter, before reaching up from where you’ve made yourself comfortable on the edge of the sofa, hand snaking behind his neck so you could pull him in for a quick peck on the lips. 

And so he disappears in the bathroom, you hear him turning on the water and you hear him turning it off again after a while, and with every passing second, the excitement for what’s to come is only growing. Except when he’s done, he simply informs you he’s going to game for a bit, and then he walks into his room. You’re confused to say the least, and a bit disappointed as well. This is not going according to the plan you had in mind, and you wonder if it’s just because he’s had a bad day or if maybe he just isn’t in the mood today. Trying to brush it off, you grab a book you started a while ago, staying out in the living room as you attempt to read a chapter or two, but somehow your mind just won’t let you focus on the story unfolding on the pages in front of you. So eventually you get up, deciding to sneakily follow him instead - you’re not sure why you’re being so secretive all of a sudden.

Your boyfriend is certainly good at reading the room, and it’s helped you leave behind your own awkwardness more than once. So today as well you decide to simply sit at the edge of his bed and watch him play his game, hoping for him to notice something’s off as you’re trying to find the right words to say. And without doubt, he doesn’t disappoint.

“What’s with you?” he asks in between rounds, his voice soft in contrast to the serious stance he tends to take on while playing his games. 

“Just…” you’re not sure how to start, how much to hint at what you want - you sure as hell aren’t thinking of just saying it straightforwardly, now that you’re beginning to feel a bit embarrassed about it.

“Hmm?” He drags out the sound a bit, then the image on his screen changes, and he adds, “Let me finish this and then we can talk?”

“Alright.” You’re suddenly more anxious than you would’ve expected yourself to be as you watch, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt the entire time. The time spent waiting for him to turn his attention to you feels like half an eternity, even though once he’s done you’re sure it can’t have been more than five minutes. He exits the game to the main menu, and as he takes off his headset, he turns to you in his chair.

“What is it?” You see worry on his face, and you immediately feel the need to let him know it’s nothing serious, really.

“Nothing bad!” you say. 

“That’s good,” Jongho answers, relief behind his words.

“Just… didn’t you… notice anything?” You rub your legs together as you avert your gaze from him, but even in the corner of your eye you can tell he’s thinking hard about your question now.

“Notice anything?” he repeats, and then suddenly his eyes narrow, and there’s an amused smile about to creep onto his lips. “Like what?” At this point you’d have sworn you could see the exact moment the dots connected in his head, so his question throws you off a little.

“Like… uhm… I showered earlier.”

“Good,” he chuckles, and you press yourself on to continue.

“And uh…. maybe got off…”

“Oh. That’s nice,” he replies, and once again you’re thrown off, this time by the way the tension in the room drops right away, and he’s now showing you a genuine smile. “Why are you telling me about that though? Want me to come watch next time?” He tries to throw in a joke, but the confusion radiating off you makes him think again, and well, now you’re sure he understands what you’re trying to get at, because he raises up his chin just a little, giving you that look that’s supposed to say “I found you out.”

“Were you maybe thinking I would punish you for that?” he assumes correctly, and you nod, heat rushing to your face now. 

“Yes…” Jongho laughs. It’s more of a giggle, actually, and the amusement in his expression only adds to your confusion. And then he becomes serious, though his features keep their softness.

“Look… I’m sorry to disappoint you but… I’m not going to do anything we haven’t discussed beforehand,” he explains, making sure to be clear about his thoughts. “My first impulse isn’t to punish you for masturbating. But if you want me to, we can talk about it.”

“O-okay,” you stammer, and once again there’s this endearing smile on his face, spreading from ear to ear. You know it’s meant to reassure you, but right now all you can focus on is the embarrassment burning in your chest from making such a severe miscalculation. This isn’t how things go in real life, of course it isn’t. You should know that, and yet-

“Hey,” he calls out to you, hand reaching for yours, giving you a squeeze to tear you out of your thoughts. “Let’s talk about it.” 

He’s also good at that - saying the right thing at the right moment. Or at least he tends to say the things you need to hear in moments like this, and once again you feel unmistakably that you’re safe with him, and that you’re in this together.

“Okay.”

“So…” letting go of your hand, he leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, and you feel the dynamic shift ever so slightly as he won’t divert his eyes from you. “What kind of punishment were you thinking of?” You raise your eyebrows, and you begin to ponder on his question, but somehow your head is suddenly empty.

“I… don’t know…” you admit, and he grins at your words again.

“You didn’t think about what you want me to do to you now?”

“I mean… I did… but more… in a general sense,” you stammer.

“Like what?”

“Like… you fucking me…” And there it is again, that laugh that’s really more of a giggle than an actual laugh.

“You didn’t think about what comes before that?”

“Not… really?” you admit, and he clears his throat.

“Then how about I tell you what came to mind for me, and you tell me if that sounds okay to you?” You nod okay, and he continues, “So what I was thinking is that I could restrict you in some way… putting you in handcuffs maybe, or blindfolding you.”

“I don’t think I’m okay with the blindfolding,” you respond. “Handcuffs sounds… nice though.” 

“See? This is just why I didn’t want us to rush into this,” your partner says. “Because if we move too fast, misconceptions about what the other wants, or just about how this whole thing works are bound to go unnoticed.”

“You’re right,” you agree, being able to see where you went wrong with your assumptions clear as day now. “Then… let’s take it slow. Talk before we do stuff.” An awkward laugh escapes you as you’re speaking those words, because after all you were the one trying to rush into this, and now you can’t help but feel thankful that he stopped you just in time.

“So…” Jongho gets up from his chair, walking over to his closet and rummaging through one of the shelves, pulling out a dark red tie. “I think this is gonna look pretty on you. That okay?” You nod, merely watching as he walks over to you, and when he tells you to take off your clothes first of all, you don’t hesitate. Placing yourself on top of the bed, kneeling in the middle of it, he sits in front of you, and you hold out your hands for him to tie them together. “Not too tight?”

“No, it’s fine,” you answer, the soft texture of the fabric feeling quite good around your wrists, actually.

“I don’t have actual handcuffs, unfortunately…” he explains as he checks the knot one more time, and then he lifts one of his hands to run his fingers through your hair, eyeing you thoroughly. There’s a serious expression on his face now, he’s concentrated as he lets his fingertips brush against the side of your throat, but the way he allows for a smirk to creep onto his lips when you instinctively lean your head back to give him access tells you he’s very much having fun with this.

“You really like that, huh?” he mutters, wrapping his hand loosely around your throat, the warmth of his touch alone causing your heart to beat faster.

“Yeah…” you mouth, and to your disdain he moves on. His fingers draw imaginary trails down your body, moving slowly and deliberately, and his eyes follow their every move.

“So beautiful… too bad I’m gonna have to wreck you.” He speaks silently, and whether it’s because of the tone in his voice or his words you don’t know, but it’s giving you shivers all over and you gulp. His hand eventually finds its way to your side, snuggly fitting into the space between your waist and your arm, and he leans in to brush his lips against yours. It’s a short kiss, yet he lingers there for a few seconds before pulling back merely a few inches - the kind of kiss that’s meant to make you want more. “Want me to punish you, hm? Then, what if I push you a bit? Be a little less nice than usual and not give you everything you want right away.” You suck in a sharp breath at his words. “You’d like that?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, tension building up. You’re not sure what exactly he has planned, but you know he wouldn’t push you too far… right? He wraps the fingers of his free hand around your wrists, and as he brings them up above your head he pushes you back into the mattress, carefully, gently. And yet you don’t miss the dangerous glint in his eyes as he’s now gazing down on you, hovering above you as he pins you against the bed. Lowering his head, he makes you mewl as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he scatters a few nips here and there.

“What’s your color, dear?”

“Green… very green,” you sigh, feeling his weight on top of your chest. 

“That’s good,” he speaks quietly as he comes back up, his face now being right in front of you and the tips of your noses touching for one short moment. You think he’s going to kiss you, but then he sits up instead, letting go of you to rid himself of his shirt. With every movement of his you can see the outlines of his muscles working underneath the skin, and the urge to touch him, to run your nails down his chest and his stomach, makes you bring your hands up. For a moment you forget that they’re tied together, and you frown at the restraint, and before you can do anything more, your boyfriend is quick to click his tongue at you as he reaches for your hands and pins them back down above your head.

“Wanna touch me so bad, hm?” he assumes correctly, and then he adds, moving closer to your ear, whispering sharply, “No touching unless I allow it.”

“O-okay,” you mutter. You can unmistakably feel the power he has over you now, both in the way you don’t have the strength to free yourself from his physical restraint, and in the way you feel yourself immediately submitting to his verbal restraint. 

“Stay like this,” he then says and you nod as he sits back up. This time he lets his palms run down your upper body once as he kneels on top of you, going over to dragging his nails down your skin once he reaches your hips and doing the exact thing you would’ve craved to do to him. But you obey, waiting patiently for his next move. “So pretty…” he mutters, his intense gaze burning on your skin, and after having his hands wandering all the way back up, he leans in to leave a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. And again there’s this urge to move your hands, to throw your arms around his shoulders as his lips are mapping out your features, but you can’t. You shouldn’t, and so you resist.

He kisses his way down your stomach, biting your flesh here and there without applying too much pressure, and the way he’s taking his time with it doesn’t help your case as you’re having an internal battle against your own impatience. Rubbing your thighs together as he’s hovering just above your core and he’s touching you everywhere but where you need him the most, you reach your breaking point.

“Jongho…” you call out his name. “Please.” He merely chuckles at your plea, not even looking up at you now.

“What?” His voice is low, quiet. Calmness radiates off of him, like he knows that he has all the time in the world for this.

“T-touch me please…” you mewl.

“Hmm,” he makes a noise as he appears to be thinking about your request. “But do you deserve that?” You let out a whine at his question, and you frown when he crawls all the way back up, only to press a teasing kiss to your lips. “Do you deserve my touch when clearly you decided that you can also just do the job yourself?” He moves up further, his lips brushing against your wrists just below where he tied them together, and then against the knuckles on your fingers. “Can’t get yourself off now, can you?” He places his hand over yours, pushing your wrists into the fluffy blanket as if to put an emphasis on his words. 

“Please…” you start another attempt at getting him to do what you want, but he merely sends you a smirk. 

“You’re choosing the shower head over me and now you think I’ll give you what you want so easily? That’s naive.” You frown, and you pout up at him, and for a second his features soften, before he moves his hand from your wrists to your chin, tilting it up slightly. Then he places a kiss onto your jaw, and he asks, “Color?”

“Green…” You idiot - you add in your mind, and when he comes back up to get a good look at your face, you can undeniably see the amusement on his face.

“Didn’t think you’d like being treated like this so much,” Jongho comments, and then he lets his hand wander from your chin down to your lower stomach. “Really makes me want to do this all day.” Fuck. You gulp at his words, thighs pressing together just as he slips a finger in between, dragging it up your folds once, and you don’t expect a singular touch to affect you this much, but you find yourself arching your back as you moan in response anyway.

“Relax,” he says, tapping your thigh once, and you do, spreading your legs apart just a little to give him better access. He doesn’t hesitate to make use of that, watching for even the tiniest of reactions as he gathers your juices on his fingertip, moving it back up and making you whimper as he begins drawing circles onto your clit. You buck your hips into his hand once, causing him to sit up so he could use his other hand to press them back down, immobilizing you. “So needy…” he breathes as he continues on, watching you, and granting you a few teasing touches to your wet pussy. He slips a finger inside, drawing another moan from your lips, and when he adds a second one, pumping them in and out of you at an unhurried pace, you think you could cum on the spot. And he notices the way he’s affecting you, because now he asks you with a cocky smirk on his face that bodes no good whatsoever,

“You like that?” You nod, whimpering, and when he pulls out, the feeling of deprivation that overcomes you makes you whine with anger - though you don’t sound nearly as angry as you would’ve liked. “Too bad.”

“Keep going, please…!” you try to beg, and it seems to strike something deep within him, because now he raises his eyebrows at you, listening intently.

“What was that?”

“K-keep going… please… please…” you add, the desperation in your voice being obvious. “Don’t stop now… w-wanna cum on your fingers…”

“I’m sure you do, dear,” he whispers, leaning in to place a soothing kiss onto your tummy, but it just makes you more furious.

“Please!” you cry out, balancing on the edge between pleasure and frustration, and you know that you wouldn’t want him to push you any further. For a second you wonder whether you should tell him, ask him to go easier on you even though you were the one who wanted him to punish you so badly. But he seems to notice your inner conflict, and his smirk softens into a benevolent smile as he brushes his lips against the inside of your thigh now.

“Is that where the line is?” he asks, and you hesitantly nod. He comes up to comb his fingers through your hair, brushing away a strand that’s sticking to your forehead. “Then let’s not take it any further than this, okay?”

“Yeah.” He cups your face with his hand, thumb brushing against your lips, and he questions,

“What do you want me to do, love?”

“Fuck me… please…” you say with furrowed brows, and he chuckles at the sight in front of him. Caressing your cheek as he slowly takes his hand away in order to rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, he retorts,

“I can’t believe someone could say something so dirty with such an innocent expression on their face.” And now that you’re becoming aware of what you must look like right now, you find it funny too, and you let out a short laugh.

Your boyfriend places himself on top of you, one hand wrapping around his length in order to give himself a few strokes until he’s fully hard, while he has the other placed next to your head to support his weight on top of it. “Wanna hold onto me? Or…” You shake your head. “Want me to pin you down?” Adrenaline rushes through your veins, making you tingle all over from the thought of it, and you nod. Again, he seems amused by your reaction. “After all that you still want me to manhandle you, huh?” Him saying it out loud fills you with bashfulness all of a sudden, and still you feel the need to confirm that he’s right.

“Yes… please,” you mutter. He positions himself in between your legs, aligning himself with your core.

“You good?” he asks, and when you give him the okay he pushes into you. 

“Fuck…” The feeling of having him finally filling you up makes you hiss a curse as you’re throwing your head back from the overwhelming satisfaction. Jongho reaches for your wrists, pinning you down just like you had asked, and he leans in, his nose brushing against the skin right in front of your ear.

“Can you do me a favour, then?”

“Wh-what?” you stutter, impatience building up inside you again.

“I want to hear you beg for me again… can you do that?” You whine as he rolls his hips into yours once, and without hesitation you grant his wish.

“Please… please fuck me…”

“Mhm… that’s right…” he mutters, and from the way his voice changes as he begins slowly thrusting into you, you can tell he too has been exerting himself holding back from touching you properly more than you thought. 

“Please… feels so good… b-baby please…” you keep going, your moans turning into mere whimpers when he reaches down between your bodies in order to tend to your clit. “F-fuck… w-wanna cum on your cock… wanna cum so bad…!” you whine, racing towards your high at lightning speed. 

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he utters, his hips beginning to stutter, and the groans falling from his lips becoming more frequent. “So fucking perfect.”

You cry out when your high comes crashing down on you, hands formed into fists and your nails digging into your palms. Once again you try to instinctively throw your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders, and when you meet resistance as he’s still pinning you against the bed, your mind is flooded with that much more pleasure. He cums with a broken moan as you’re beginning to come down from your high, whining from the overstimulation as you let him thrust into you a few more times, and then he collapses on top of you.

Both panting, he lets go of your wrists and you immediately bring your arms up to put them around his frame, and this time he lets you. Eventually, after catching his breath, he rolls over onto his back, sitting up and undoing your restraints.

“You feeling okay?” You nod at his question, your eyelids too heavy to open, but you smile at him.

“More than,” you mutter, and when he lies back down beside you, you snuggle up close to him. Reaching for your hands, he holds onto one of them, thumb rubbing circles against your wrist, and when you look up you find worry in his eyes. “I really am okay, baby,” you whisper one more time, and he instinctively brings your hand that he’s holding onto in closer to his chest.

“Okay…” he just says, trusting your words, and you send him a sweet smile. Freeing your hand from his grasp, you bring it up to his head, fingers combing through his hair.

“Thank you…” you say, slurring your words a bit as the blissful afterglow of your high lingers in your mind. Your boyfriend lets out a sigh, eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation of you massaging his scalp. “For being careful. And for taking care of me so well.” And now there’s this smile creeping onto his lips. It’s barely noticeable, and yet you can tell how your words are affecting him. And in the next second he throws his arm around you, catching you by surprise as he pulls you on top of himself and engulfs you in a tight hug. He says nothing, you know that sometimes it’s hard for him to speak his mind in moments like these, but by now you know him well enough to know what he’s trying to convey with his actions. You giggle at the way he presses a kiss to the side of your face before having you rest your head atop his chest, loosening his embrace a bit to allow you to lie down comfortably. You too snake one arm around his waist, and with your heart swelling with your love for him that seems to know no end, you bury your smile in the crook of his neck.

#ateez smut #jongho smut #ateez x reader #ateez x fem reader #ateez fanfic #ateez series #ateez scenarios #ateez drabbles #ateez imagines #jongho imagines #jongho x reader #smut

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Cutting it kinda close with not posting this for awhile just do to not being able to get the feel of it down till recently.

(This was an idea that I originally wanted to draw out at some point in the future, buuut the urge to write it over took the urge to draw it instead.)

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Down in the grumps

Tails huffs audibly as he flops down on the couch next to Sonic, who was reading a magazine with his head resting on his hand as he quietly reads. Sonic's ear twitches when he hears Tails' loud huff and raises an eyebrow.

"What’s wrong?" He asks, keeping his eyes locked onto the page.

"Nothing…'' The kit's voice came out in a slow, dull tone, bringing his knees to his chest and hugging his arms around them with his appendages also curling around his feet. This gains Sonic’s attention away from his magazine and looking at his brother in slight concern.

"Are you sure? Your voice doesn't sound like it's just "nothing" to me." He places the magazine on the table and scoots closer to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “What’s going on, bud?”

Tails gives a shrug, but not hard enough to shrug Sonic’s hand away. "I don't know. I just feel kinda…sad today."

Sonic’s ears perked up. "You’re sad? Why's that?"

"I just don't feel like I'm in a good mood today for some reason. I even tried to work on one of my projects, but I just don't have the energy for it right now." His frown deepens. "I think it's my brain making me feel this way."

Sonic goes to lightly run a hand between the kit's ears, smirking slightly as he watches him lean into the gesture and closing his eyes. "Really? And your brain is making you feel all of this?"

"I suppose so, yeah." He answers quietly.

"Hmm-mmm." He couldn't blame the kid, everyone had those types of days where sadness just snuck up on you with no warning and had its hold on you for almost days at a time, he remembered when he would have 'em.

It was extremely rare for Tails in this case since he was so upbeat and positive like Sonic usually was. The last time he could remember this happening was when the kit was little and was so quiet when he got like this, in which this must be a really bad case if it's got him this down.

"Do you maybe want some warm tea? I know you have that one that has the rosemary flavor you like in it."

Tails shook his head, leaning away and placing his chin in his hands.

"Well, then maybe watch a movie? How about one of those sci-fi movies you've been wanting to show me for weeks now, we can watch that."

He only got another head shake as an answer while his lips had formed into a small frown and let out a heavy sigh.

Wow, this was definitely a serious case.

'Well, that simply won't do.'

Seeing Tails being lost in his inner thoughts, Sonic takes the opportunity by reaching up and beginning to ruffle both of his ears, hearing the fox exclaim out in surprise.

"Hey!-" Sonic cuts him off by ruffling his ears even quicker, messing with his fur in the process. "What the-, Sonic!"

"Yo, Tails' brain! Stop making my buddy feel all grumpy!" Sonic mocked yelled, randomly poking around Tails' head and ears. "I'm commanding you to stop it this instant!"

Tails attempted to block the numerous poking with his hands to no avail as Sonic would work his way around the makeshift shield. Sonic then changed tactics by grabbing onto his shoulders and shook his whole body back and forth in a rough, yet gentle manner.

"Wha-, what are you doing!?" He tried to make himself sound annoyed by this but the growing smile on his face made it rather difficult.

"What’s it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to shake all the grumpiness out of you, that's what!"

“I'm feeling more annoyed than grumpy! Knock it off!" Tails slapped his hands away and tried to push him away. Sonic grabbed both of his hands and held them as he "inspected" Tails by searching around his face and under his arms, pulling him in closer.

"Yikes! That still sounds pretty grumpy to me!" He wrapped his arms around the kit, trapping the boy's arms against his body. "We need to hurry before it takes over your whole body!"

"Would you stop it-IT! STAHP!" Sonic grinned at Tails’ high pitched squeal when he purposely moved from poking his head to poking at his sides and ribs. "No, quit it!"

Tails did his best to curl away but ended up scooting towards the armrest of the couch instead, further trapping him and making it easier for Sonic to continue his attack.

"I'm trying to help you, the grumpiness is going to consuuume you if I don’t!" He exclaimed, in an over-the-top goofy voice. "I can't lose you to the dreaded grumpiness!"

"Your-, not-! GAH-! Okay, I feel behehetter now!! Juhust stohop!" Tails pleaded. He was tightly gripping Sonic's wrists, trying to pry his hands away. The hedgehog merely rolled his eyes, amused.

"Oh, but are you really? Or are you just telling me that so you can pretend to be okay when you're really still, very much upset?" He teased, still rapidly tasering at his sides, making the poor kid squeal and then dissolve back into his giggling fit.

"I'm being serious! For Gaia’s sahahake, stohohop!”

"Hmmmm, OK." He immediately pulled his hands away and sat back as Tails caught his breath. "I'll take your word for it, and from the way your voice cracked just now."

That earned him a cushion being thrown at his face, which he caught with ease and gently chucked it back at the kit's head.

"You...are....so evil." Tails panted.

"Says the kid that hacks into Eggman’s email and sends messages to random women on dating sites." Sonic witted back, holding back a snort when Tails snapped his head up and looked appalled at him.

"Hey, that was your idea!"

"Yes, true, but you still acted upon it."

"I hate you." He muttered, shaking his head.

"No, you don't." Sonic leaned back against the couch. "So, how are you feeling?”

“Exhausted.” He replied with a small crack in his voice

“I can definitely hear that. But, do you still feel sad?"

The fox pauses and blinks. "No."

Sonic raises a brow. "Do you remember why you were feeling sad?"

"No. I actually don't."

Sonic raises up his hands. "See? Still got the all-time, magic way to get rid of the major grumps." He quickly ruffled his bangs, but Tails didn't push away his hand like he tended to do. “And to think you were so doubtful.”

Tails let amused huff. "What made you think that was even going to work?"

"Well, other than the fact that it did," He smirked at the light scowl Tails threw at him for that comment. "It always worked back when you were younger, so I decided to test it out again. You just probably don't remember it."

"Oh no, I definitely remember when you used to do it. I just don't remind you of it so you don’t keep doing that all the time."

Sonic grinned slyly. "Ah, so you admit that it works?"

"No, I didn’t say that."

"The end result says otherwise, bud. You're not even frowning anymore.”

Tails raised a finger to retort, but lowered it once he realized it was a null argument. He sighed in defeat. "You're so annoying sometimes, you know that?"

Sonic reached over and jostled his side. "Meh, sometimes that's a good thing."

Tails slapped his hand away this time. "No, for you it definitely isn't."

"You just keep telling yourself that, grumpy."

#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #wsatw #unbreakable bond #sonic and tails #sonic #tails #they're brothers your honor

[tomorrowusa]

Nikki Haley intentionally contorts her positions in order to keep voters from knowing where she really stands.

Nobel economics laureate Paul Krugman in the New York Times had a good column about Haley this week.

So it seems worth looking at what Haley stands for. From a political point of view, one answer might be: nothing. A recent Times profile described her as having “an ability to calibrate her message to the moment.” A less euphemistic way to put this is that she seems willing to say whatever might work to her political advantage. “Flip-flopping” doesn’t really convey the sheer cynicism with which she has shifted her rhetoric and changed her positions on everything from abortion rights to immigration to whether it’s OK to try overturning a national election. And anyone hoping that she would govern as a moderate if she should somehow make it to the White House is surely delusional. Haley has never really shown a willingness to stand up to Republican extremists — and at this point the whole G.O.P. has been taken over by extremists.

We pointed out about 10 days ago that Haley is just as anti-abortion as the other GOP candidates. As president, she would appoint justices to the US Supreme Court just like the Republican justices who struck down Roe v. Wade.

She is consistently with the radical right when it comes to economics and income equality.

Haley has shown some consistency on issues of economic and fiscal policy. And what you should know is that her positions on these issues are pretty far to the right. In particular, she seems exceptionally explicit, even among would-be Republican nominees, in calling for an increase in the age at which Americans become eligible for Social Security — a bad idea that seems to be experiencing a revival.

Do you wish to end up having to support your parents because President Haley got a Republican Congress to raise the retirement age to 70?

Republicans say there's a funding gap when it comes to Social Security. But instead of raising the disproportionately low taxes paid by their billionaire donors, they want to slash benefits.

[T]he system would need additional revenue to continue paying scheduled benefits in full. But the extra revenue required would be smaller than you probably think. The most recent long-term projections from the Congressional Budget Office show Social Security outlays rising to 6.2 percent of gross domestic product in 2053 from 5.1 percent this year, not exactly an earth-shattering increase. [ ... ] Anyone who says, as Haley does, that the retirement age should rise in line with increasing life expectancy is being oblivious, perhaps willfully, to the grim inequality of modern America. Until Covid struck, average life expectancy at 65, the relevant number, was indeed rising. But these gains were concentrated among Americans with relatively high incomes. Less affluent Americans — those who depend most on Social Security — have seen little rise in life expectancy, and in some cases actual declines.

Not only would Haley not raise taxes on her billionaire buddies, she would cut them even further.

Haley, of course, wants to cut income taxes. My guess is that none of this will be relevant, that Trump will be the nominee. But if he stumbles, I would beg political reporters not to focus on Haley’s personal affect, which can seem moderate, but rather on her policies. On social issues and the fate of democracy, she appears to be a pure weather vane, turning with the political winds. On fiscal and economic policy, she’s a hard-right advocate of tax cuts for the rich and benefit cuts for the working class.

The libertarian extremist Koch network has endorsed Nikki Haley. That's further proof that she's no moderate.

Koch family-backed PAC endorses Nikki Haley for president

Nikki Haley, a onetime member of the Trump administration, is little more than a more socially acceptable version of Trump. That does not make her moderate. She is to the right of George W. Bush who appointed Samuel Alito, the architect of the Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization decision which killed Roe v. Wade, to the Supreme Court.

As Tara Setmayer indicated in that video, just saying that somebody is better than Trump is a very low bar. A snake could walk over that bar.

Don't confuse what Paul Krugman calls Nikki Haley's "personal effect" with her actual far right views. We're voting for a President, not Ms. Personality.

#nikki haley #nikki haley is no moderate #tax breaks for the filthy rich #social security #income inequality #the koch network #libertarian extremists #donald trump #nikki haley helped normalize donald trump #roe v. wade #reproductive freedom #abortion #tara setmayer #paul krugman #katie phang #gop presidential nomination #election 2024

[glitterge1pen]

Bloody Books

Jason Todd x reader, sfw, fluff?, lots of bar talk, word count 4,339

Generally Jason's rule of thumb was “don't listen to Tim,” so sitting in a bar with his younger brother of his own volition took an exceptional amount of pride to be pushed aside. 

Asking Bruce or Alfred didn't seem right. Dick, Roy and Kyle, would just tell him to have more confidence, or something along those lines. Damian was of course out of the question entirely. And telling Duke about his predicament would be easiest, but Jason wasn't sure he’d be able to handle the disappointment if Duke didn't like his work. Which left Tim. Because of their nocturnal schedules meeting places with beverages were limited Tim's favorite twenty four hour cafe, or the bar. Jason choose the bar.

“Isn't this usually reserved for an editor?”

​ Tim asked, flipping the stapled packet of paper in his hands.

“Yes but,” Jason hadn't planned this far, what was he going to tell Tim exactly? “I can't show it to them yet”

Tim started to scan the pages as he flipped through them, reading in tiny bits. Then he gasped, a joyous smile overtaking his face.

“No way! You wrote this?”

“Yeah? So what?”

Jason tried to ease his defensiveness.

“I can see the articles so clearly, ‘elusive author Peter Redd ventures into a new genre’”

Tim dissolves into a few giggles before stifling himself as he takes in Jason.

“You’re serious about this, huh?”

Jason can only nod. Tim sighs.

“Fine. I’ll read it, give you some feedback, but for now,” Tim clinks their glasses together, “Lets have some fun,”

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You had woken up Jason from hangovers many times. You often teased him that it was the most stereotypical thing he did as a writer. Waking up Jason from a hangover with Tim? That was new. You had banged on Jason's apartment door for several minutes before he unlocked it for you, not bothering to open it himself.

“What do we have here?”

You said upon entering and seeing Tim on the couch, a pillow over his head. Tim lazily lifted his head and flopped back down when he registered it was you.

“He just needed a place to crash,”

Jason said entering the kitchen, popping open the fridge.

“Yeah and I’m sure getting shit faced has nothing to do with that,”

You said, a sly smile on your lips. Jason did not deny this claim. The boys were still in their clothes from the day before, the apartment was rank with booze and sweat, and they weren't bickering. Sure signs of a deadly hangover.

“What was the occasion?”

You ask while sliding onto one of the bar stools Jason has next to the kitchen island. Tim from his position on the couch mumbles something that you don't catch and Jason is quick to tell him to shut up.

“We were just hanging out,”

Jason says, butter and bread in hand as he gets ready to make toast. You hum in a skeptic tone. Not that Jason and Tim didn't hang out, or that it was weird, they were brothers after all, but they had a different set of activities. Tim came over for video game tournaments, when he got in a fight with their dad, to steal leftovers from the fridge, not to get drunk. Now that you thought about it you had only seen Tim drink on a few occasions.

But you dropped the subject because you had bigger concerns.

“You know why I’m here though,”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, and I promise I have something,”

As Jason’s editor you worked with him a lot. With past projects Jaosn was pretty good about updating you, sending you drafts to revise. He was also good at taking your criticism. He listened to your reasoning when you wanted to cut a chapter, when you wanted more dialogue in certain parts, and each mark on his manuscript that you made was appreciated. For the past three months he had given you nothing. Absolutely nothing. The publishing house was at your throat just about every day asking about Jason.

“Are you kidding? You have a whole-”

Tim was cut off by Jason loudly slamming the fridge shut.

“I will send you what I have later,”

“How much later?”

“Later,”

Tim, up and groggy, took the stool next to you.

“I think by later he actually means not soon at all,”

Tim had finally gotten the hint that Jason really really really did not want you to see this latest manuscript of his. Tim couldn't wait to find out why. They all had lives outside of their careers as vigilantes and heroes. Lately Tim had been thinking of his time in the Robin costume as like a really fucked up after school sports team. Outside of the cape Tim breezed through online college, played video games, and stayed up late making silly websites. Jason wrote.

Jason had always liked to read and write but it wasn't until a serious injury that left him bed ridden did he ever put something cohesive together. And it took a lot of convincing from Duke to get him to submit his first manuscript to a publishing house but he had. Under the pen name Peter Redd, Jason had released three books. His last one had broke onto the New York Times Best Sellers list and what was once a simple faucet of his life was becoming more complicated.

He did not host book signings, go to online author conferences, have any social media under the name Peter Redd, he didn't even have a picture of himself on the book jacket. According to several GoodReads reviews he had “an elusive quality like some classic authors” which was a reputation he liked.

It was a reputation that you liked as well. As Jason's editor he had written your name into the acknowledgements section of his books, people flocked to your socials to ask about Jason but you never revealed anything. It was fun to know a man that others thought was mysterious but who to you was the man who asked for double pepperoni on pizza and took out his trash several days late.

“I’ll get to it when I get to it,”

Jason said as he set his two pieces of toast on the counter, he could only let out a disgruntled sigh as you and Tim each took a slice.

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You left Tim and Jason to return to your office. You shared the space with others from the publishing house, Bloody Books, and with each step closer to your desk the little yarn ball of anxiety in you grew. You needed to think of something to say to your supervisor about Jason. There was only so many excuses you could make. Often you reminded your team that Jason was the best selling author that Bloody Books had. But there was a hierarchy and deadlines and people asking when the next Peter Redd book was going to be on the shelves.

You were sure that something else was taking up Jasons time. Lately your late night meet ups with him had dwindled. You didn't spot him at his favorite bar. Just last week he had rejected to come out with you to the bookshops, he had never done that before. You wondered if it was a girl, a boy, maybe he had a dying twin sister he was too sad to tell you about, or maybe he was just tired.

Had something changed between the two of you? Were you just over thinking?

Technically you and Jason were colleagues, coworkers, but it had not stayed that way for long between you. He had been stubborn and nasty when you were brought on as his editor. It wasn't until you snapped at him in anger that he took any sort of liking to you. He had been terrible to email or call or text or even speak to in person. He seemed awfully bitter that he had to work with you at all.

He apologized later on and it was then that you realized he was definitely one of the hard on the outside, soft on the inside type of people. Then again the inside wasn't particularly soft either. When his most recent book broke onto the bestseller list you had rushed to his apartment to tell him the news in person, you expected maybe a joyous hug or high five at least but Jason simply did not believe you until looking it up himself. Later you two went bar hopping, sharing the news loudly and with vigor to each bar you went. But that night ended with you face planting on the stupid cobblestone outside a bar.

He didn't ever swoop you up into his arms, or trace the skin behind your ear, but he did things that made you feel that way. You weren't sure when it had started but sometime within the last several years of working with him there were little instances between you two that drove you crazy.

For your last birthday he had sent flowers to the office and left an edition of your favorite book on your desk. When you complained about the stove at your place breaking, he came over immediately to fix it himself. He never let you pick up a tab or pay for a meal. He made sure you felt welcome in his apartment and tossed blankets over you when you passed out over your laptop. And he would scold you when you stole french fries from his plate at the diner around the block from his apartment, but he actually liked your fingers stealing from him.

You open the door to Bloody Books, wave to Sabrina the receptionist and hid your face from the door of your supervisor's office. Four desks, arranged in a square, was where you sat with the other editors. None of whom were in at the moment so you didn't feel bad about taking up a little extra space, pushing your notebook out all the way to the side. Bloody Books had several main focuses, horror and thriller novels for middle grade fiction all the way to adult fiction. There was also several lines of young adult and adult romance books that featured vampires, werewolves, evil fairies and things of that nature.

You also edited some of the romance novels. It was a nice balance between them and Jason's books. Jason wrote sprawling long thrillers with mysteries, unexpected turns, hints of the supernatural and according to some, were too gory. In several instances you would circle facts, tidbits of Jason's writing that you thought needed to be fact checked, but every time his descriptions would prove correct. He accurately described what it was like to kill someone by taking their arm off with a circular saw, even knew the names of the tendons.

Lots of descriptions like this plagued his writing and when you asked why he gave a simple answer. He had knocked on the door to your place. It was well past midnight, you were taking a final glance through your email inbox. A light drizzle did not deter either of you from taking a stroll to the park. You had to actively stop yourself from looking at the way strands of his hair stuck to his skin.

You two had been sitting together on a park bench. Talking about recent releases and you differing opinions on a particularly gruesome scene from a new crime novel. Jason opposed it and when you reasoned that his own work had similar bloody scenes he feigned hurt.

“Are you kidding! I'd never write something so, so, hacky,”

“You write the same kind of stuff!”

You say with a smile, and he drags his cigarette angrily, blowing the air into your face as you shove him away.

“But I write it right, I have the experience,”

Jason says this with the same carefree grin he always had on during your late night rendezvous. You stared at him in the rain, unsure how to ask him what experience meant. Jason, had decided to ignore his slip up and continue with the conversation. Later when he got home he would flop onto his couch, scream into a throw pillow. He was not supposed to feel that comfortable with you.

You would not think of this moment again until now at your desk. As you tried to find a reason as to why Jason had been so distant with you lately.

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Tim split his time between Titans Tower, the Wayne Manor, and just about anywhere else he pleased. He was like an ally cat in that sense. Tonight he was in the cave leafing through the pages of Jason's latest piece of writing. Him and Dick had run into each other on two separate cases that they now knew were linked so for the past week they'd been meeting at the cave to work on different leads. But Tim had fried his brain looking over suspect files and was now taking a break.

He was reading about the two characters in Jason's book and he recognized the influence of the other Bloody Books authors. Jason must have been reading up on his comrades romance books, Tim knew this because he had as well. Jason had not told anyone but Duke about his escapades into publishing but Tim had seen the name “Peter Redd” and the book title “Gasoline, Birds, and The Holy Matrimony Of The Murder Brothers” he knew it was his own brother who wrote it.

While Tim was reading his frist novel he began to understand it was semi-autobiographical. Tim himself even made an appearance and his eyes watered at the kind, funny, sarcastic descriptions his brother had given him. While not everything was exactly the same, the murder brothers were obvious to Tim to be his own stitched together family. Several stories of their past chopped and sewn together into the book.

So Tim was only half surprised when he began to recognize descriptions of you. You were the protagonist of the book. The plot centered around a heist, you were hired by your main love interest to help curb the supernatural trials on the journey. You were like a magic encyclopedia but had no real magic of your own. At first Tim was rooting for you for this vampire love interest of yours. He had hired you to help steal back a family heirloom of his. But your character was apprehensive to him, you were skeptical of magic and its creatures. It made for a good push and pull between you and the vampire. Right before the second half of the book the second love interest enters and Tim doesn't realize it for fifty seven pages but the second love interest is Jason.

Tim is devouring the pages, and undecided between the two love interests. Your character is entering the lake of a sieren, you need to retrieve water from the nest of the sieren to ward off a spell and all of the sudden the pages are ripped from his hands.

“What's this? You and that big head of yours figure something out?”

Dick’s words follow with the crunching sound of an apple. Tim sputters, reaching out for the papers but Dick had already walked away.

“Wait, seriously what is this?”

Tim’s head hangs in defeat. The one time Jason confides in him and he has to blow the lid on it.

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The town home across the street from yours had a fire escape that lead all the way to the roof. It was here where Jason would scale the building, shed his Red Hood attire into a backpack and debated. He went out just about every night, either to drink, write, or of course hunt down bad guys. But almost every night he had to debate if he should knock on your door.

He could pinpoint the exact moment that simply seeing you had become an internal struggle. Before, what he had dubbed the incident, he went over to see you all the time. At any moment he thought of you he went. You signaled and pulled him in his own mind. You neve seemed to mind his strange hours because you yourself kept strange hours. Which made it so much easier for him to fall into that twisted trap.

The incident was rather simple. The bar had closed but neither of you were ready to go home. You sat on the curb shoulder to shoulder. A particularly bad poetry book had just been released by a rival small press and the two of you were enjoying tearing it apart. You were reading cheesy cliche lines back and forth, in varying voices. He nailed an impression of Bart Simpson that had you hunched over from laughing.

“This stuff is so cheap,”

Jason said skimming through the little book once more.

“Poetry is hard to nail, its hard to write, you have to at least give them props for trying,”

“But its a shitty try,”

“Then you try,”

You say with a smug smile and it is here that Jason is frozen on the concrete because he realizes how close you two are. How the soft orange glow of the streetlight caresses every feature on your face and as he’s trying to formulate a poem all he can think about is you. He stutters there and you laugh again, he feels your breath over his face, boozy warm breath.

“See you can't think of anything!”

Jason snaps away from the memory your voice faint in his head as he takes one last look at your apartment before scaling down the fire escape. He was about to cross the street when the special pager Bruce had designed for him started to go off. He looked at icon flashing across the tiny screen to see the blue emblem of Nightwing. He took out the pager and pressed on the little receiver button. Dicks voice came through like a radio DJ’s, distant but still clear.

“Look who it is!”

“What do you want?”

“Me? Well I’m just with Tim here,” and Jason knows before Dick has finished speaking that he knows. He huffs, slips on his jacket and turns away from your home. You watch him. You had gone to make sure the door was locked before bed only to spot Jason making his way towards your house. Disappointed, you watch as his figure fades away in the night. You try to imagine what could be pulling him away.

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“I can not belive!”

“I know,”

“I asked you to do one thing!”

“He stole it from me!”

Tim points to Dick and his younger brothers try to swipe at the manuscript he had begun reading again. But Dick evades them swiftly.

“Is Tim your new editor?”

Dick asks genuinely interested.

“No!”

Both Tim and Dick stop in their actions, share a glance at each other and then at Jason, who is refusing to face them now. Tim hadn't seen Jason this riled up in a while and was unsure of how to proceed, so he was thankful when Dick took the lead.

“This is nothing to be embarrassed about! This is like really good, its engaging, and it still has your signature fast thriller pace, it makes for good tension in the relationship,”

As Dick is talking Jason feels a touch of relief. His brother thinks he is embarrassed about writing romance, not about writing a romance novel about you and himself. He leans back on the big desk, head still looking down at his feet. He sighed. If he didnt rip the bandaid now it would only get worse.

“You fucking idiot,”

Dick stops in his ramblings about Jason’s writing to listen. Tim is still perched on one of the rolling desk chairs, happily awaiting Jason’s inevitable outburst of emotion. Tim knew his brother, and his brother's temperament was similar to a shaken soda can.

“I don't care that it's a romance book, its that its about, it's about someone,”

“Two someones,”

Tim adds in, holding up his fingers.

“What?” Dick asks and as the words come out it clicks for him. “Oh my god…you wrote….about you?”

“The main character is his editor,”

Tim said each word through a smirk.

“You’re in love with your editor? That makes way more sense,”

Dick says as he starts flipping through the pages again, this time Jason is successful in snatching it back.

“Who’s the vampire?”

Tim asks, hoping he can get it out of Jason.

“It’s their neighbor,”

Jason thought back to the first time you had mentioned your neighbor Jeriamiah. It was before the incident, the problem was that after the incident Jason could not help the pang of jealousy that jabbed at his heart. You had said excitedly that Jeriamiah had come right up to you when you got home. At the time Jason thought nothing of it, even when you called him cute. Now his insides felt like a cup of gelatin being stabbed with a syringe every time he heard the name.

Jeremiah didn't always seem into you though. He would want to come over, then he wouldn't. You brought him food sometimes. But no matter what you did Jerimah did not seem to return this interest to you, despite this you did not stop chasing him. Or talking about how cute he was.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Jason does not know how to answer Tim because he all the sudden feels very stupid. He could do something about it? He is not sure why this had not occurred to him until now.

“Where do you think I should start?”

“You should start with this,”

Dick takes back the manuscript just to smack on the desk. God, Jason hated it when they were right.

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You're intent on keeping your eyes on your computer screen, you had been assigned to take notes during the morning meeting and wanted to finish it before you took your lunch. So you didn't pay attention to the caller id and were a bit shocked to hear Jason’s voice on the line.

“Jason?”

“Yeah, listen I want to talk to you,”

“I do to,”

“Can you meet me for lunch,”

“Yes, but I need to tell you this now,”

Jason feels his chest tighten, unsure of what you could possibly say to him. Your tone was somewhere between desperate and apologetic.

“If I don't say this now I’m not sure I’ll be able to get it out later. I want you to know though, that you don't have to work with me,”

“What?”

But you ignore him and keep talking.

“If me being your editor is what's holding you back from writing right now, then I won't be hurt if you need to work with someone else. We’ve been talking and hanging out less and less lately and I just want you to know that if you need more space from thats okay,”

Oh. He had unintentionally hurt you. His mouth can't seem to choose which words he needs to form first. 'Sorry', or 'I have something you need to look at', or 'I didn't know I was distant'. He settles on calling himself a fucking idiot.

“Huh?”

“I said I’m a fucking idiot. I didn't realize I was kinda avoiding you. But that's why I wanted to talk so come meet me?”

Thirty minutes later you're swinging open the door to the diner you and Jason frequent. The bell above the door rings and Jason looks up at you. You see that he has already ordered your favorite drink for you. You slide in the booth and the gasps that leaves you is loud enough to have the line cooks peek out over the partition to try to see what's happening.

Jason has put a manila envelope onto the table. You know what it is immediately. A manuscript.

“And just how long have you been hiding this?”

Your hands are already grabbing for it but Jason places his hand on yours stopping you. You look up at him quizzically.

“Hold up,”

You can not tell what he’s thinking at all. His face is almost comically expressionless.

“You are really important to me, and I care about you alot, and I've done a lot of stupid things,”

You don't move, only widen your eyes.

“Actually only two things but still stupid. First, I’m incredibly jealous of Jeremiah,”

Now that he had admitted this out loud to you he felt a ripple of relief spread across him. Actually talking to you was quite easy, just like it always was. But what hurt was the outrageous amount of laughter you managed to let.

“Jeremiah?”

“Yes! Are you kidding? You're practically in love with the guy!”

“He’s not a guy! He is a cat!”

 Jason’s face gets hot and red and he is trying to stop the hot sticky feeling from spreading over all of him but he can't help it.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You said he was your neighbor?”

“I mean he's my neighbors cat,”

“Thats different, that's so different, this is worse, this is worse than the worst possible outcome,”

“No, no,” you say trying to catch your breath and stifle the last bit of giggle, “I like it,”

Your words are like ice packs being pressed to Jason's burning skin. Neither of you can properly look at each other now but you are silently praising yourself for managing to be so bold.

“So I bet you’ll like this then,”

Jason now slides over the packet to you. Several hours later you will stretch out over your couch to read a book about you. About Jason Todd. And your neighbors cat.

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A/N; Surprisingly I've never done something Jason centric before but he makes his appearance in my Duke centric fic over on ao3. He’s definitely a little more fluffy in this version but hope I did him a little justice. Also like usual I did not know how to end this :p 

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #gender neutral reader #dc comics #thanks for sending a request in! #Jason was my fav robin for a while way back in the day #every robin was my fav robin at some point lol

[inlocusmads]

Okay I've been exploring a school!AU (not boarding school, just plain old regular school) for Nora & Trystan because well, it makes sense with the other AUs i've written:

Trystan is undoubtedly the golden-boy know-it-all everybody-likes-him person. He gets As, he flaunts, he does theatre and gets all the lead roles, all the teachers love him, everyone wants to be his friend. He's also weirdly nice, hangs out with other cool kids, basically everywhere from the student council to literally every other group. Walks down the hallway to give people high-fives. But he's also that hungry to stay on top, because ofc. Man's a foreign exchange student. He actively seeks out genuine friendship but backs away when things get tough. Always the first to leave parties after generously donating kegs, always the first to raise his hand but is the fastest to drop it. God forbid he gets genuine friends. He's got a family who are counting on him being a big success. There's a lot of pressure to be well-liked and that's all that matters to him.

One day he screws up. One of the teachers REALLY doesn't like him because even though he craves for public approval, he's still an annoying gremlin in class who questions everything. The teacher puts him in detention for causing disruption in class. He hopes his parents don't get the whiff of the news. He's not scared, just apprehensive. There's two other people in detention and one of them is Nora. She's kind of just there, staring at the clock and because she's right next to him, he makes conversation:

"What are you in for?"

"I called the coach a scumbag for reasons."

"He is kind of a scumbag."

"They're gonna call my uncle."

"Are they going to kick you out?"

"I hope not. What about you?"

And they kind of know each other?? Trystan's seen Nora get up to stuff from afar. He thinks she's a cool person. Nora doesn't think so. She meets up with the school nurse everyday before classes end to give her the daily report - what she did, what she ate, etc, because she's been through a lot of trauma and the school was pretty apprehensive for taking her in after her last school kicked her out for "physical violence". Everyone kind of pokes fun at her behind her back because she's the 'token mentally ill kid' but show concern not for her, but for themselves. Nora's got a few friends from band classes and art clubs, but she isn't really in the social scene. She talks a lot. She's good with presentations. She's also really good at soccer and track-and-field. He'd seen her demolish their rival school's girls team. Nora's also really great to team up with for projects because she does all the work on her own and lets her teammates off the hook.

They leave detention that day after talking for two hours straight.

Two weeks later, Nora's transferred to Trystan's gym class because of the whole coach-scumbag issue, so much so the coach would rather have someone else deal with her than have her in the classes he teaches. They had a dodgeball lesson that day. Not surprising Nora's side wins. Except she ends up getting detention anyway because she 'hit someone too hard in the leg'. (The PE department has a vendetta against her now). Trystan's a person of reason, so he's like "dude wtf" and deliberately ends up hitting the other coach's foot with the ball just so he sees reason. He gets detention too.

They certainly live in a society.

"Seriously?" Nora's just not impressed.

"What?"

"You really should stop arguing with teachers."

"As if you don't call them literal scumbags."

"No, I mean it. You're not a hopeless case. Foreign exchange students are eligible for a lot of scholarships."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're smart and if you stop mucking about, you can do a lot of good."

"And what about you?"

"Nothing really helps my case."

All of this detention stuff gets Trystan a target placed on his back just because school's crappy that way and a lot of people love watching him flop. One time, a friend got hold of his essay, plagiarised it word-for-word and turned it in before Trystan could and accused him of plagiarism. Of course, it had to be in a class where the teacher doesn't like him, even though he's the reason the class average stays afloat. In addition to giving him two weeks' detention, he phones his parents. Word gets around. Everyone's like "that sicko bitch trystan thorne is a plagiarist! he can shove his intellect up where the sun doesn't shine!" and it gets to Nora.

Nora obvs doesn't believe it. She finds ahold of Trystan's teacher, gives her character witness testimony (even though she's never formally talked to him enough to know his favourite colour) and chews him out. She even brings up tangible evidence by comparing the two essays. How Trystan's writing style didn't usually follow the beginning-middle-ending style and how the plagiarised paper mimicked the same. How Trystan spelled his words with "u" (like colour, flavour, etc) considering he likely studied in an elementary school at home where they printed textbooks in British English. How he used the metric system of metres and kilometres and metric-system sources for the history essay.

"How are you in detention five times in a row?"

"Just because." Nora shrugged. "I like it here. I can like, make a game out of chucking paper balls at the trash."

"That is your assignment."

"Yeah, I know. I got a B+ on it."

"You are not keeping it?"

"No."

"You should keep the things you are proud of. I think it is nice you got a high grade on an assignment that definitely looks hard."

"Stop being so condescending."

"I am far from a con, you see. It is easier to call me something-else-descending." he sunk into his seat to prove a point.

"I hate this school so much. I wish I got kicked out."

"I am feeling generous, so here is something I have always wanted to do. I heard that the headmaster is having an affair. I want to get some photo or video proof and put it up in every screen in this school, ever."

"Damn, where did you learn that?"

"I have some sources. Well, they're mostly hearsay, but I'm pretty sure there is some truth to it. He has been the worst to me so far. Anyway, feel free to use it."

"Worse, how?"

"For starters, I heard from --- friends--" the word makes him recoil. "--that he is sending teachers after me to do his grunt work. I am not sure if he actually likes me."

"That's your problem."

"What?"

"You think too much about whether or not people like you."

"What is wrong with that?"

"It's annoying."

"I want to be well-liked."

"You're in the wrong place for that."

"What? New York?"

She shook her head, "Earth."

"I think you should think about it sometimes. Be more presentable. Charisma can get you places, actually. At least, far from where you are."

"Are you calling me a loser?"

Trystan thought long and hard. "Yes."

Nora couldn't help but grin at it.

They end up hanging out only during detentions because their conversations are a lot less strained. A lot more free. Trystan ends up finding more excuses to ensure he got into trouble. He became sloppy with his assignments, deliberately made himself get caught at cheating on a pop quiz. Nora does the same, except she doesn't have to try too hard. She could just say "motherfucker" in class and get an instant two-week after-school getaway, thanks to her track record. Trystan helps Nora with her assignments - essentially giving her answer keys and copies of his homework so she doesn't miss out on classes on the days she isn't well. Nora helps him out with projects and presentations - the stuff she can whip up in two seconds. She's very good at working with deadlines, which gives Trystan more time to socialize (aka get wasted on Kool-Aid in parties. He's a responsible drinker when he needs to be.)

And then, word got around with the teachers. They're concerned for Trystan now because he's the golden-boy, the poster child of the whole school, the guy who does everything. Nora's a ticking time bomb to them; a charity case with childhood trauma. Trystan's the scion to an international company (slight deviation from the monarchy thing) and his parents are super well-connected. It's a decent school. They want to be richer, posher, better. They're obvious with their bias towards students like Trystan. Even if they aren't very good, if they are well-connected and placed, that's all they care about. It's a private school.

So they start trying to rile Nora up. Give her a reason to burst out in the most evil way possible. But she isn't having any of that. She does get sloppy sometimes and gets put on detentions, even if her record is just a list of huge black marks right now, but she knows better than to give anyone ammunition to use against her.

"We've got to stop meeting only during detentions."

"It is a shame. You are so obsessed with me, you would do anything to get in trouble to meet me."

"Shut up."

"Whatever you say, honey."

"Oh my god, leave me alone."

"Here is a thought I have been entertaining: are you going to the school dance?"

"Don't tell me you want me as your date."

"No, but I do need you."

"Stop. it is nauseating."

"So, is that a yes?"

"Fine."

"It is a yes/no answer."

"It's a maybe. If I'm free."

"What? What do you have going on on a dance night?"

"I dunno. A life, if I can muster one to have."

"Impossible. Your life has been dedicated towards actively stalking me. This should be your dream."

"If I say yes, will you leave me alone?"

"Yes, actually. You won't hear from me at all."

False.

The day of the school dance comes up. Since Trystan's on the committee or whatever, by logic, everyone detained gets to participate anyway. The teachers wanted to hide their bias, even though it was plain as day. Except Nora's kind of tired from the dance. There's so much loud thumping music, she hates it. It's a claustrophobic nightmare. It made her anxieties worse. She took off to a classroom with a glass of punch, just to take a breather because it is just so incredibly hard to do anything. She felt terrible for leaving Trystan back there. She owed him an explanation at best for leaving so quickly. He would manage. She sunk into a seat in the dark corner, drowning the acid drink down her throat.

"Unless they put you on probation, I don't really see a reason for you to be here." Trystan joined her.

"You're not going to tell on me, right?"

"The fact that you think I am a teacher's pet is an insult to my very existence."

"You are kind of a teacher's pet. Where are you off to? Getting festoons for Mrs St. Claire?"

"God no, she's a cinematic villain. I was just looking for you."

"Who's the stalker now?"

"You are literally my date."

"Fair enough."

"That was a solid argument, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah, for sure."

"Think I should try debate next semester?"

"Go for it."

"Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Just need to get away from that-- place."

"Oh fair enough. I do not blame you for that. Someone puked right after you left. It didn't look good on camera."

"Best thing ever and I missed it."

"The vomit guy wouldn't consider it his best, though."

"So -- what do we do?"

"Talk I guess. And dance. You owe me a dance. Boom. Second-solid argument. Also -- I heard that you -- argued with my teacher about the essay someone else plagiarised."

"Right."

"I mean - you didn't have to-"

"No, it is -- it was really bitchy for the teacher to take his shit out on you. I had to say something."

"It is more of the fact that you think so high of me that you knew for sure I didn't plagiarise."

"Lucky guess." Nora shrugged. "I mean, how awkward would it be if you actually did?"

But then of course he knows the exact brand of hijinks Nora got upto but he isn't going to get weird about it. And that's literally their relationship summed up. Both of them who just want to project this air of cool but then they just can't, like they so want the other to be their friend. Nora's like still wrapped up in Trys's popularity - just this air of cool he drags along with him and Trystan constantly thinks of wise things to say because he's afraid Nora wouldn't take him seriously.

And that's just how they start out as friends. Both trying to be all casual and try to out cool the other when in reality they're just little kiddos to like please please have the other person be their friend and put this friend-tag on it. Nora does it ever so apathetically, being totally chill and going home and screaming into her room. Trystan does it the exact opposite. He blubbers his words confidently and after the interaction's over he's like "that went well!"

**

So yeah

I should probably stop before this turns into a fic nobody asked for lmaoooooooo

#trystan x nora #thorne rose headcanons

[chickensoupleg]

Mm. Girls.

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At first it was just a light curiosity.

Heather had been lounging on the couch and scrolling through channels when Chrissy came home, a bag of yarn in her arms.

“Where’d you get that from?” Heather asked her with an amused smile at Chrissy’s clear excitement. She pressed a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek as Chrissy flops beside her, barely bouncing the couch.

“I passed by a yard sale and there was this bin full of just- Yarn? And the lady said it used to be her late grandmother’s collection. She passed away, the poor woman, but nobody else in the family really knows how to crochet, which is what this is for,” Chrissy pulls out a maroon pouch, which she unzips to show Heather the neat row of hooks and needles, “And so they were just gonna sell it. And, well, I don’t know either but then I saw they were also selling some hats and scarves and this whole sweater that this grandma had made and then I thought about how cute it would be to make you one-” Chrissy continued to ramble on and on, Heather listening to her with a small smile on her lips. She would support her little craving, and even if Chrissy just couldn’t figure it out, Heather wouldn’t stop her from trying anyways.

Since then, Chrissy had been learning the craft of crochet. She had borrowed a book from the library and spent a good afternoon just learning the absolutely basics such as chaining the yarn and getting a few single crochet stitches into it.

Oh, the absolute light that radiated from her face when she showed Heather that first single strip was enough to melt her heart.

“It’s looking great, firefly.” Heather told her, Chrissy beaming even more and getting back into it.

It didn’t take long before Chrissy pumped out her first project, a simple red scarf. There was nothing particularly special about it, but by the way Chrissy had presented it to her on that October evening it was as if she was gifting Heather her heart.

In a way she was. Heather had accepted it, and refused to take it off the whole day, even though she never actually left the house. She even wore it in the bed, Chrissy cackling like mad when she threw the scarf’s end over her shoulder in bed, smacking her in the face.

It didn’t take long before Chrissy spent all of her free time just creating new items for her and her friends. She made scarves for everyone they knew, and even a few hats. She learnt new stitches, and by the time December hit, everyone had a matching set of hats, scarves, mittens, and even a single wool sweater crop top thing.

Chrissy made that last one as a jest, but Steve seemed fine with having zero stomach protection. Heather thinks he’s weird for that.

Heather was more impressed she managed to figure out how to make a sweater – partway as it was – in such a short amount of time.

“I have all the time in the world to try,” Chrissy told her as she carefully stacked her new supply of yarn in the box that she designated the yarn box. That was another thing with her new hobby, the new skeins of yarn that Chrissy would come home with. Yarn was pretty expensive, and yet Chrissy always managed to find them for much cheaper at thrift shops or yard sales.

Once she even came home with sweaters just to unravel them for their yarn. Heather helped of course, not wanting Chrissy to just be suffering on her own.

Heather did end up with a nice blanket as thanks for helping, so it wasn’t all that bad.

In February, their neighbour Robin had come with an idea for Chrissy. Maybe that was their downfall.

“You’re pretty good at this. Maybe you should start a shop?” She said. They were just hanging out, Robin wearing the neon red bucket hat Chrissy had made for her. The rim of it was decorated with small stars that Robin had clipped on herself, her fingers messing with one of them.

“Oh, but I’m not sure. I mean, there’s so many people who could do it better!”

“So? You’re great too, Cunningham! Besides, it would be nice side income.”

Heather snorted. “What, like what Harrington does?”

“Everyone likes his chocolate.”

“Steve stress bakes, Buckley. You just made him sell his stress for cold hard cash.”

“Hey, not my fault his kids stress him out to the point of chocolate-induced income. Steve’s agreed to it, it’s fine! Otherwise I will get diabetes, Heather. Diabetes! Do you want be to have totally avoidable diabetes?”

Heather snorted again, louder. Robin smacks her in the arm for that, and the only reason she doesn’t smack her back is because Chrissy did it for her.

“Hey, no hitting my girlfriend.”

“Wh- Oh but you can?!”

“Girlfriend protection rights.” Chrissy chirped, chest puffed out.

Heather was a bit proud of her for that one.

Robin rolled her eyes, continuing on. “Well, think about it. I can get you set up. Maybe Steve can sell some next to all his chocolate, as a test run?”

Chrissy had thought about it for a good 24 hours before she relented. She gave Robin a few extra hats she had made purely out of boredom, plus a few kid sized mittens that she churned out. It was just a test run, and if it failed it failed, no harm done.

Except it didn’t.

Robin had come back from the market with a pile of cash, slapping it eagerly in Chrissy’s surprised hand.

“I told you! People totally loved your stuff!” Robin burst out. “Sold every single one of them, so here’s your earnings! Promise, I didn’t try to steal any of it, this is all yours.” She patted Chrissy’s hand a few more times before running off like a headless chicken back to her house.

Heather had congratulated her for it, even though Chrissy was never physically there for the sales.

It still sparked a fire in Chrissy, as the next thing Heather knows, Chrissy is holding a box out full of items and dragging her to Steve’s car to head to the market.

It became a sort of passion project at that point, Chrissy always making whatever she could imagine. Extended past just clothing to household items, and even plushies when Chrissy got her little mitts on a book about crocheting toys.

Oh, the amount of toys Heather had come across in the house when Chrissy found out, it was insane.

Still, Chrissy was happy, and Heather was by her side, rubbing and massaging her hands.

“Oh, you’re an angel, Heather.” Chrissy breathes out a sigh of relief.

“I’m just massaging your hands. You gotta take breaks, you know. Buck won’t mind if you skip a week or two.”

“I know, but it’s just- I love crocheting, making things for people. I feel bad if I have nothing to at least look at.”

“I know, babe. But don’t break your hands doing it.”

“I won’t.”

“You better not, or else I’ll eat them so you can’t use them no more.”

“Noooo…” Chrissy devolves into giggles as Heather kisses her hands with a frantic love.

Chrissy loved her hobby, but she loved her girlfriend more.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #heather holloway #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #cunningway #chrissy just devolving quietly into a yarn goblin and her supportive girlfriend

[itwoodbeprefect]

ooh there's so many good questions in that writers list. ummmmm 10, 18, 22, 59, 74

10. Cltr+f “blinks” on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

with a previous answer i did this for the starsky & hutch wips, so i'll do it for h50 now, which brings options. the main document with more or less Everything in it has 12 blinks, a flip-flop state of mind has 4 (though those have all already been posted), and sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola (which is, despite appearances, not dead) has 7, one of which is this one, from the aftermath of my gratuitous surf buddies scene rewrite ("“That’s so cute,” Mary says, while she accepts the coffee. She’s smiling, and Steve looks happy and clueless and good enough to eat, and Danny is, quite frankly, insulted."):

When he crosses the doorway he’s indignant, but by the time he’s hopping up on the kitchen counter there’s a nasty doubt creeping in. “Hey, look, we are more than just surf buddies, right? I’m not reading this whole thing wrong?” Steve has his head in the fridge, but at this he closes it without taking anything out. He turns to Danny and blinks. “Of course we are. We’re-” He predictably gets stuck right there, because they haven’t said anything like that out loud before. “Partners,” is what he settles for.

also, oh my god, that's 23 mcdanno blinks. brb editing out these people's twitching eyelids.

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18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

answered this one here!

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22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

ooh, interesting! and i'm leaning towards no, because i have very few hard boundaries with fiction. there are definitely things i'd be very unlikely to ever write, but there's very little i feel sure about ruling out completely. i'm not responsible (yet) for what tomorrow me thinks would be a good idea, and i only very recently had the experience of watching a show (one of the thai ones, predictably) that got me SO annoyed i had to grab myself by the back of my own shirt and forcibly yank myself back from attempting to rewrite the entire plot of a lazy thing about which i liked practically nothing, not even the characters. so i guess that's one thing i AM trying to actively avoid, and hope for future me's sake she won't be doing either: writing some giant project purely out of spite for a media property i don't enjoy. (peace and love, girl.) beyond that, i don't know! chances are vanishingly slim, but maybe i'll suddenly decide i have a great take on mpreg omegaverse deathfic tomorrow.

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59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

oh, yes! all my friends i think, my sister, my parents - though my parents wouldn't know where to find it, probably, and i wouldn't mind keeping it that way. i don't mind telling people, it's just that i also don't necessarily enjoy explaining (and defending) the concept of fanfic to random non-fanfic people, so it depends on the situation.

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74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

also already answered this one, here. clearly people agree you picked the best questions!

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Get to know your fic writer! 🔎

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[frizz22]

The Footage

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Gerald smiled and joked with the camera crew as one of the videographers searched their supplies for the release form he needed to sign in case they used the footage from today’s lunch in the final cut of the documentary.

He’d been surprised at first, when Barbara came home one day, months ago, and announced with some irritation that Ava had set up this whole thing.

Was a camera crew in a school really the best thing? Barbara held the same concerns, ranted about it for a good twenty minutes before flopping onto the couch and calling Melissa; the two chatted for an hour before ultimately coming to the conclusion that if nothing else, the money from this would help the school.

Smiling to himself, Gerald shook his head as Barbara and Melissa talked, he should’ve known that this issue wouldn’t really be settled until his wife spoke with her best friend.

And honestly, Gerald forgot about the whole project until he showed up at the school to have lunch with Barbara—and inevitably Melissa—and small clumps of people were moving as units throughout the building.

When they automatically filed into the room after the three of them, Gerald was taken aback. “They, they film everything?” He asked as softly as possible.

Never much one for subtlety, Melissa snorted. “Yes. They film everything.” She turned in her seat and eyeballed the camera pointedly, the crew just grinned at her, apparently used to her antics by now.

Ignoring the crew entirely, Barbara set about handing out plates and napkins as she thanked him for coming. A beat behind her, Gerald did the same with the food, only able to pay partial attention to the conversation between Barbara and Melissa as the camera circled a few feet away, a boom mike hovering.

But once lunch was finished, the camera was lowered and one young woman turned to him. “Gerald? Would you mind coming with me for a minute? I just need you to sign a release form, in case we use this segment.”

Gerald nodded, pecked Barbara on the cheek and waved goodbye to Melissa as he followed the others out of the room.

With no teachers in sight, the crew relaxed, shaking out their arms, and pulling out snacks and water bottles, joking as they headed to a repurposed classroom. Gerald found himself relaxing along with them, the tension gone now the camera was off.

It was as he was sitting there, waiting, that one of the crew offered to let Gerald take a sneak peek at some of the footage they’d taken so far.

Excited about the idea, and about sharing what he saw later with Barbara, Gerald nodded and scooted his chair closer to the laptop on the desk.

What he saw… shocked him.

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[terrence-silver]

How would Terry Silver react if beloved wanted to start her own company without his help?

Oh, I think Terry funded a great many business endeavors that undoubtedly flopped or went nowhere without his strength lended in cash and influence, case and point, what I assume happened to that whole Mindfulness App after he removed himself from that whole fiasco. I think Terry funds people sometimes purely because he can, because he wants to showcase a certain image, cultivate a certain jet-set, because frankly speaking he's bored and needs that mental stimuli and self-control while he's distracting himself with a carrot on a string on purpose and because in honest, nothing's for free. He'll find ways to repay the favour one way or another and he indulges in such machinations purely to broadcast that money ain't an issue and he can in fact, throw it around and invest it in schemes he isn't even personally interested in. There's power when people are, simply put, reliant on you and indebted to you, as I do believe, deep down, Terry always loved to see individuals suck up to him because they needed him for something. He relishes in that. Then again, with it came the subsequent resentment because he understood they were close to him precisely because of what he can do for them rather then for him. Double edged sword. Terry adores to make people dependent, but Terry loathes when being wanted solely for the material. Something about that stings. Thing is, he's too emotional to accept that, even when he pretends to be cold, aloof and above it all. Which is why in the long run, he makes for a volatile Sugar Daddy and an unhinged business financier.

And this is only when his relation to people is surface level.

When he really cares?

Someone he loves solely utilizing him for the material kickstarter of a business venture is infuriating and he feels used after a while, especially when it comes with the betrayal of his trust and him not feeling appreciated enough (which is the price for Terry's unlimited favours; appreciation and loyalty, among others), the same way he felt used with John. But when, in reverse, he's not needed, by say, beloved, to kickstart a business, Terry simply feels left out and lost. A bit hurt too, yes. This is a hurt snake. What do you mean he's NOT NEEDED!? Terry wants to lend his expertise. Terry wants to guide the process. Get his best people on the project. Pull strings and connections without even being asked to, covertly, in secret, if need be. Lend his knowledge and experience. He wants to run the show for beloved. He wants to make this the greatest company that ever was or ever will be, purely because this is beloved we're talking. He wants to be the devoted hound who bites through the competition for them, and he wants in return is love eternal and absolute submission. Beloved doesn't get much of a say in this. Either he helps them, or there's no company and even if they're steadfast in rejecting his help, he still helps, this time, through subterfuge. Merges this company with whatever businesses he owns on paper, legally, so beloved can never untangle themselves from him. Only later will they realize that Terry's the co-owner of everything and that whatever fundraiser donation came beloved's way came from Terry himself because he'd never allow anyone else to fund them but him. It is a marriage of two firms and two people.

There's no garden parties.

No galas.

No vapid mingling.

He just sinks money into this business and he makes beloved thrive.

It is his 'I love you.'

It is his 'I'll give you everything. The price is your adoration.'

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Why Can't They Get TRON Right?

Perhaps we fans of the 1982 Steve Lisberger-directed sci-fi adventure TRON were lucky to even get a belated sequel in the first place...

TRON: LEGACY was greenlit by Disney after many years of the original film garnering a massive cult following after its so-so box office run during a summer where E.T. ruled the roost. Contrary to popular belief, TRON was not really a "flop". It just wasn't the blockbuster Disney had wanted it to be, its okay $50m gross against a $17m budget did not put it in the echelon of STAR WARS and RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK. Its many video game spin-offs, such as the arcade game from Bally Midway, fared way better... As did the home video sales over the years. The film got a fantastic 2-disc DVD in 2002, followed by a new game called TRON 2.0. A second life well-lived, so far...

Disney got Joseph Kosinski, who had directed multiple video game commercials including those for HALO 3 and GEARS OF WAR, to helm the picture, and brought back Jeff Bridges and Bruce Boxleitner from the original. After a whole 2 1/2 years of hyping this picture up, beginning all the way back in 2008 at San Diego Comic Con (that "TR2N" teaser that was later slightly redone as the film's theatrical teaser in late 2009), TRON: LEGACY bowed in Christmas 2010 to mixed reviews but fairly impressive box office.

I mean, impressive for a movie that was a belated sequel to a cult classic sci-fi movie that wasn't for everybody! I mean, really, $400m worldwide for that kind of thing is nothing to scoff. But for Disney, it wasn't enough. An animated series called TRON: UPRISING debuted on Disney's various channels - namely Disney XD - to solid ratings, but then Disney moved the show to a timeslot where few could stay up and watch it. They straight up murdered it, ratings sunk, no second season...

But, it still seemed like a third movie could happen, after an executive shake-up or two. Kosinski would be back, along with Jeff Bridges, Bruce Boxleitner, and LEGACY newcomers Garrett Hedlund, Olivia Wilde, and Cillian Murphy. By spring 2015, TRON: ASCENSION was locked and ready to go for a fall shoot... But Disney got cold feet, after the release of a similarly big-budget sci-fi film of theirs - Brad Bird's TOMORROWLAND - bombed at the box office. Typical capitalist nonsense, a slightly similar movie fails? Boom, your project's dead. TRON: ASCENSION did not move forward...

Shortly thereafter, Disney began developing a spin-off film called TRON: ARES. A TRON movie in name only, if you ask me, starring Jared Leto. Said to be a creep that somehow dodged Me Too, and also... Uh, his erratic behavior? All that "method acting"? And his resume hasn't been too hot, either... And yet, the years have gone by, Disney keeps trying to make Fetch, I mean- TRON: ARES happen. Even after proposing and then shelving a Disney+ series based on the property.

By 2020, it seemed to be going full speed ahead with a director attached, Garth Davis. He exited the project a little while ago, now it has KON-TIKI, PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 5, and MALEFICENT 2 director Joachim Ronning as director. It was supposed to shoot this month... But because The Walt Disney Company and all the other big studios just can't pay actors and writers what they need to keep roofs over their heads... Production has stalled...

And the other day, you had Ronning saying, "This is Hollywood. We close deals for breakfast. Why do we suddenly have all the time in the world when every day is so precious? These tactics are extremely frustrating. It’s time for diplomacy so we can get back to work – under conditions that are fair to everybody"...

Really? Like... Really??

It's like this TRON spin-off is cursed, infected with a virus if you will:

Stalled and stalled for years, went through more than one director, evolved out of a cancelled true sequel to the previous TRON film (which will turn 13 in December), has freakin' Jared Leto super-glued to this thing (as lead actor and producer, like what's his stake in TRON?), and now its director is being a dingus about the strikes...

And here I am, saying... Disney, you could've just greenlit TRON 3 from director Joseph Kosinski, filmed it in 2015, released it in 2017/18-ish... And called it a day.

Hell, you could've landed Kosinski after he went and directed 2022's megablockbuster juggernaut TOP GUN: MAVERICK! But ya didn't!

Disney just doesn't know what to do with TRON, it seems. They seem to keep going back to it for aesthetic reasons, but can't somehow make the story itself work in order to get Marvel movie grosses out of it. (Not that it should be doing that in the first place, it's freakin' TRON.) As a friend of mine put it, Disney looks at it and says, "The one with the highlighter bikes, yeah let's do that!" The story itself really isn't out of reach in a post-MATRIX world anyways.

Ex out TRON: LEGACY's budget and how Disney bean counters expected it to do, and you have a movie that quite a few people went to go see in a theater! $170m+ domestically, $400m worldwide. Again, that was fantastic for a TRON sequel! Reportedly, Disney hoped that this December 2010 release would be the next AVATAR, which was a December 2009 release. They hoped that the digital world spectacle and 3D would be their ticket to having a piece of that pie, but they guessed wrong... They missed the forest for the trees. Plus, the 3D craze evaporated at the speed of sound after AVATAR came out. And that was because a ton of movies that didn't do what James Cameron did to deliver a truly immersive experience soured audiences on 3D. Most of the time, you essentially paid to watch a movie with sunglasses on.

But all those TRON woes go back to their difficulties making sci-fi pictures that become hits, or franchises. All the way back to 1979's ill-fated THE BLACK HOLE, and plenty more, from ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE to JOHN CARTER OF MARS to TOMORROWLAND to LIGHTYEAR to STRANGE WORLD.

It's especially strange to me because science fiction and futurism and space travel are a big part of Disney... I mean, Tomorrowland itself in the Disney theme parks, it was there since the day Disneyland itself opened in 1955. Walt Disney's DISNEYLAND anthology TV series had whole programs dedicated to space and the cosmos: MAN IN SPACE, MARS AND BEYOND, etc. And of course, the big one... EPCOT! Both EPCOT the city concept and EPCOT Center/Epcot, the theme park in Walt Disney World.

I should shut up, probably, and just be happy that Disney is doing *anything* with TRON in the film world. We have the two rollercoasters, yes, the one in WDW Florida and the one in Shanghai. I'd love to ride it, but Florida ain't the place for a person like me at the moment, so that's gonna have to wait.

Anyways, I've been very iffy about this TRON-without-Tron movie since we started hearing about it right around this time in 2016... I just find it kind of fascinating that it has stalled for so long, and right as it was about to get shootin'... The strikes happened (and of course had to/needed to). The reports say that it's still on once the studio heads stop being dinguses, but we shall see...

But for me personally? I just want the actual TRON 3... Maybe, if this movie happens first and does okay for itself... Then we get TRON 3? A sort-of two mainline movies, a spin-off, and a threequel situation? I'll take whatever I can get.

End of line.

[samejimamitsunari]

Hi! its anon again :,D I'm thinking about J&A again... as much as I hope for more material for them I wonder what they can really do story-wise... I've been pretty sad about them from jins birthday up until the cover song annoucement and while im deliriously happy that they're getting a cover song but it feels like everything we get about them is just out of pity or small font last minuite stuff, idk even the cards they use in the promo art is turning 5 yrs old this year.. sometimes i just think to myself "what can they really do with them storywise?" they've done the whole revival event thing and while i feel like theres a million and one things I want to learn about them I still cant help but feel a bit doomed about the future of their characters

hey anon! thank you for your ask!

i totally get you. all of your concerns have been mine as well for a pretty long time! and it’s so true that most of the things done for them are out of pity lol (they only got shinsekai cards because happyele didnt want sora to be the only 3* card). ever since es2 era, genuine relevancy has been scarce but there were Some good things that came out of this era.

personally, i believe theres still so much they can explore with jin and akiomi as characters and their past. some might argue that we already know so much about them, but really. i feel like thats only in the case of jin. and even then, there’s a lot we don’t know about what happens behind the scenes (see: good-for-nothing son and bad teacher 2).

there’s potential, especially with akiomi. portrait has provided so much insight of how she operated within the modeling industry, her perception of the entertainment industry as a whole, and her initial goals. as well as giving explicit information about her family and showing how she took care of model trio. but as far as the intricacies of akiomi’s idol career, we only have pretty vague information about it. yes, we know that akiomi’s career flopped horribly due to super idol sagami jin’s reign. we know that she wanted to stand by his side, but was swept away by the new unit system the idol industry adapted to. akiomi worked substantially hard to be where jin was at, but realized hard work was not the only factor that took into account of success.

but i think there’s more meat on the bones! what can we say about akiomi’s unit? what kind of unit were they? how did they treat each other? can we speculate that akiomi’s cold behavior towards her previous unit due to not only just it getting in the way of grasping the super idol status, but also because the other members outcasted her? resented her? that’s what i’ve been curious about the most. she also mentions a “friend” she has in the beginning of guilty of perjury. it’s most likely a detail that should be overlooked since it’s minor, but i wonder about akiomi’s social life or if she even has one that she has to balance with work.

i mean. they could still come up with some other shit for jin and akiomi, i believe they can. but, i’m focusing more on what’s been lacking for a while.

one thing i would like to point out though, before i talk about the next part, is regarding jin & akiomi as a unit. officially, jin & akiomi is listed as an unofficial unit. and this is easily notable that they have never performed with each other. “but what about in rainbow?” within project saga, jin and akiomi performed within rain-bows and ba-barrier, not as jin & akiomi. there were no mentions of the unit. and even though rainbow stairway IS the song associated with that event, sure we can assume that they performed it during project saga, but we all know that it’s merely for happyele’s real life marketing purposes. speaking of that, yeah. jin & akiomi is meant for real life marketing purposes considering they are the only adult characters with singing voices. therefore, happyele wants to capitalize off of what little fans they have. very… rarely i guess. anyways

here’s what i could imagine them doing if they wanted to do an event with jin and akiomi. firstly, i believe it would be extremely ideal to put them in a tour event. there wouldnt be a song happyele would have to worry about. this would also clear up anything about jin and akiomi not being an official unit within the canon enstars storyline. and typically, bloomed card illustrations for events show the characters in their idol outfits performing on stage right? they dont Have to make the bloomed illustration a current era jin/akiomi card. they Could use their younger selves. for instance maybe an illustration of young idol akiomi performing alone but the unbloomed is her current self. just like how the guilty of perjury cards are set up. it’s honestly not impossible. and not all tour events have to have paid mv outfits (ie. obbligato). they Could bring up things about their past still and give more commentary of how the previous system operated and how the transition affected hard-working idols like akiomi in more detail.

this is very akiomi-centric since its objectively fair for her to receive more content in this era. (i’m jinP) but in terms of uncovering more of jin’s story i mean. same would apply. don’t have too many thoughts about it. mainly because jin already has a 5*.

but in terms of a song event. actually. even if we have all these plot holes such as jin&akiomi unit inconsistencies, anything could happen. a song event theoretically could happen whether it be their current selves or younger selves. how? SSVRS. it’s a virtual reality system that was created by switch i believe. they used it in the SS story, shinsekai with valkyrie. in which young jin and akiomi showed up. but, it was only their avatar models and it wasn’t jin and akiomi operating it themselves. natsume speculated that jin was the one that gave permission to some strangers to use his old super idol sagami jin model, but only under the condition that idol era akiomi would perform alongside his avatar as well. he concluded that jin wanted to see them perform as their younger selves since they were never able to and found solace through the VR system.

a pretty OP system within the story would be good news for us senseiPs, but happyele obviously isnt that great with implementing the senseis in anything, aren’t they? and this isnt even the last time they used SSVRS because the mv for believe 4 leaves takes place in SSVRS. so obviously, they are capable of making something like that for jin and akiomi. given maybe they want to make models for their younger selves or new outfits for their current 3d models.

there was one last thing that was the most important factor for me that left me delusional for so long and it’s the main reason why i still believe an event could happen. i’ve mentioned this many times on twitter (though i feel like i’ve mentioned these things in general a lot on that site), but it’s the lack of accessibility to jin and akiomi’s homescreen winter outfits. these outfits were officially shown in antique legend around the end of january 2021. normally, if they werent going to have cards to unlock these outfits, homescreen outfits like these would be unlockable through the ES coin shop easily. however, after almost 2 years, we still can’t unlock them. this is why i believe that eventually, they’ll get cards within an event so we can unlock them through their idol roads. a former delusion was also the fact that fusionic stars and surprising thanks official unit covers were typically released with new unit song album cds. and i assumed that jin and akiomi would eventually get one so their official mixes would come out (like the ensemble taisou album). but it’s been 2 years. i don’t know. but yeah. it’s these outfits that have been dictating it all for me.

“it could be the fact that happyele could’ve forgot!” sure, they forget the senseis sometimes. but you have to remember that when jin and akiomi’s old es1 teacher outfits were displayed in a story, they were immediately released in the ES coin shop. when the shinsekai cards came out, only their idol era outfits were unlockable. when portrait akiomi was released, only middle school akiomi outfit was unlockable. therefore, what makes the winter outfits an exception? we even have birthday editions for their winter outfits (bc they were born in winter) but not even the original ones? it’s strange. it drives me nuts. but its one of the shreds of hope i have for anything jin and akiomi related.

anyways, yeah. these are crazy mental gymnastics i go through on a daily. i am somehow hopeful for this year though. for sure, we are getting a new jin card so i’m looking forward to that. and i don’t think this will happen but i hope jin and akiomi get their own personalized outfits and mv for their new cover song. did you see that the song they’re covering is a gay pride song? i cried

here’s to 2023 being the year we could probably get something as good as portrait again

#ask #2023 #anon

[the-firebird69]

In this case no someone else's but I hear what you're saying so there's a great idea and it's awesome you need to be said when he says I don't know where the hell you can have a tiny home I probably have one and a lot of people like me struggling even Mac Daddy sometimes doesn't remember exactly but who the hell would you want a small home to go around and just plop in and flop out and have a cozy night so you can see the whole place inside it's really nice this apartments good cuz I can see almost the whole thing and you can hear everything and if I had like an air system like everything would be cool and if I didn't have neighbors with adjoining wall but still I can see everything in your flash the big house it's way too big it's too many places people can hide and stuff so every once a while it's nice and a small home you can have two or three people so we like that it's true too and it's cozy and convenient and they can hide these things all over and they could be on your property too and you don't have to develop the whole thing. It's a terrific idea.

Sounded like them a little I felt it too but boy is it great this is a great idea I don't know how you thought of it is because Frank Castle Hot Castle was there the Duke and Blockbuster and he's thinking of putting the sales office soon cuz I said I'd like to see that because it it's like the only way they buy stuff and that's why and I found that out how should I know you know so give me 800 number and Duke Nukem Blockbuster says yeah it could be anybody you have to go there and figure out who it is so go to sales office and then figure out how to saw somehow sort of us and they would be there at least and they wanted to do something or not or just have it and then I'll be there physically if a physical address to go back on so then I thought and you probably know all this I thought I put the models all the houses that Duke and Blockbuster says and then he says it's our versions if I was here in Florida and then I said why not tiny homes in small homes but show where they go because most people don't know like me so you can have a map and you just color it with the light color a small home is such a color and a tiny home is such a color and it was spotted all over Florida and Duke Nukem Blockbuster says most of Florida to be colored in cuz they allowed most everywhere and we sell cabins and so cabins would be an overlay and it is kind of cool. I thought about it and said I need to know that I don't really have the time to research this damn stuff and I need that map so it's probably now and it's going to be a model for our home places and home places are different than condos and apartments and condos are different than the house and it's true but we should refer people to condo places if they want a condo we do duplexes with the house please which is good and thoroughfare say it should be with the condo place it was a condo complex and a condo house all have condo associations and it's a different thing it's a pain so we're going to do that and transfer it over and voice different thing yes it's really different in pain it's horrible we hate it but you see neighborhood nice and controlled and gated and here we go we're getting sales way over the top

Hera and took milk and Blockbuster said last three lines and Thor Free are helping but wow what a day. Their orders issued on the morlock by Max they have been but they had a huge summit. For what I gather they said for them to go after them for whatever crime they're doing man that's not really unrealistic it's not also mean beyond it so they're doing it now. I want to thank you for the opportunity to help you but you're saying I'm always helping and it's nothing new and you're heading up a project and he's like which one was that I've got several I'm heading out but this is a nice opportunity and I suppose I can help out with the house stuff because women have a lot of pool when it comes to this kind of thing and I'm going to actually submit an idea cuz they do have full and we're going to ask women to let us know if they have men who want to put in a one of our home builders sales office and actual house sample displays which are real houses fields and put into a small very small neighborhood anyway I'll ask them now to submit who and will contact them and if they go ahead with it we'll give them a finder's fee and let them all know of course and really the finest few would be a home for them both or a couple homes and they're actually looking into it.

Hera

Very good

Zues

It sure is

Hera

We're going in it now and we're opening up offices and opening up offices for condos and apartments in the same way we were before I'm going to have a sample area and it's not going to be for sale and yeah we're going to staff it with it but we're also going to House hours and hours to do real estate work and construction

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

Well it's kind of a trick because they want to sell the place they were kind and have fun and they're doing hobbies and stuff looks idealic but we know how to live and stuff you just put those anti-skateboarding things everywhere

Or you don't depending on what you're into

Mac I'm into this this is a good time we need to have these offices here nobody's really doing any work even the house builder that Chris and his mom went to and kind of farting around with two or three houses Dan is building houses but not here he builds them in Southeast Florida, for about a million dollars each they're saying their house is about 200,000 with concrete walls and I said it's reasonable and they showed me the model and it's reasonable it has a bunch of square feet like 1700 this will probably bring in business and we'll get I'll get a conversation yes I want to go ahead with it and he says to go ahead with it we have a way to get materials and if there's an area with no houses and we can build the spec or if this an area I would destroyed houses we're supposed to have a program or something they all have insurance and they need three quotes so we're once again requesting you go online and do it but really we need a few offices down here long that destruction path so they're going to move in some offices and they put the houses in after the office video tape it

I'm up for this today I want to find some locations if anybody that wants to do this and be like an assisted manager or partial owner of one of their dealerships or houses please give me a call or if you just have a lot for sale if you like when there and you'd like to get a few houses for it plus the money for the lot etc please give me a call

Mac Daddy again

[vgckwb]

P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 117: Day and Nighthawks

Ren woke up Friday to a message.

Kawakami: The hospital let me out late last night.

Kawakami: I went home and instantly fell asleep.

Kawakami: But I’m feeling alright.

Ren: Glad to hear.

Kawakami: I’m taking steps to move on from my other job.

Ren: Glad to hear that too.

Kawakami: It might take a bit but I think I’ll be ready by the time school starts back up again.

Kawakami: You take care now.

Ren: Same to you.

Ren put her phone away and got ready for the day. She was hopeful. Kawakami was starting to turn things around. Sojiro said that Futaba was starting to feel better. And thanks to Dr. Maruki, they had a lead. It was a slim lead, but it was a lead nonetheless.

At breakfast, Ren got another message.

Makoto: Say, could Yusuke and I come over for a bit?

Ren: Is this related to your secret project?

Makoto: Well, yes.

Ren: Then by all means.

Makoto: Thanks.

Ren put her phone away and finished her breakfast.

Soon after that, Makoto and Yusuke showed up. Sojiro took notice. “Is the whole gang showing up?”

Makoto shook her head. “We’re working on something else.”

“I see,” Sojiro said. “Carry on.”

Makoto and Yusuke sat in the booth across from where Ren was already sitting. “So, what’s up?” Ren asked.

“Well,” Makoto began, “you know how I’ve been a little worried about Eiko and her new boyfriend? Well, I tried looking into him. I found some stuff that seems a little shady, but nothing outright bad. And then Eiko found out what I was doing.”

“How did that go?” Ren asked.

“Well...” Makoto continued. “It was a little bit touch and go. I didn’t want her to think I hated him, and in all honesty, I don’t, but I don’t know enough about him. I explained that I’m just overly cautious. I informed her how my dad often investigated cases involving shady hosts.

And then she just smiled and offered to introduce him to me personally. She even told me he could bring one of his friends and we could make it a double date. And in a panic, I told her I was already dating someone.” She flopped her head down on the tabletop.

“Are you dating someone?” Ren asked.

“No!” Makoto said, clearly stressed out. She sat back up. “That’s why I asked Yusuke to be my pretend boyfriend for this meeting.”

“Ha! Good one,” Ren said.

“Believe me, she’s incredibly serious,” Yusuke remarked.

Ren seemed confused. “Really? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like you Yusuke, but… You don’t exactly seem like typical boyfriend material. Although, I guess I’m not one to speak on that.”

“Makoto and I have been working on…that…” Yusuke said. “It hasn’t been the easiest thing, but after hearing Makoto’s concerns, I knew I had to help.”

“So, why did you go with Yusuke?” Ren asked.

“Well…he seemed like the best candidate I could get within a short period of time,” Makoto answered. “Ryuji is a no because, and I mean this in the best possible way, it would be obvious we weren’t really dating, and Jose’s just a kid. Yusuke’s a little odd, yes, but I can at least trust him to maintain focus.”

“You know, I could have pretended to be a guy for you,” Ren informed her.

Makoto was stunned for a second. “Uh, no offense, but I don’t think anyone would see you as a guy. I mean, for starters, you’re almost as big as Ann.”

Ren laughed nervously. She then resumed her focus. “What about Hiroki?”

“Well…” Makoto got a little nervous. “Hiroki is sort of like Ryuji in that it would be obvious that we weren’t dating.”

“How come?” Ren asked.

“Well, for starters, he’s also in the student council,” Makoto said. “That might raise some red flags in Eiko’s mind. Aside from that, Hiroki in particular is a bit aloof most of the time, and doesn’t have the best poker face when he’s not.”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about the Ryuji comparison,” Ren remarked.

“Indeed,” Yusuke agreed.

“He is hard working, and dedicated to the student council,” Makoto added. “But I don’t think he’d be the best fit for a mission like this.”

“I see,” Ren said. “So, why are you telling me all of this?”

“Well, uh, I was wondering if you could help out in some way,” Makoto said. “I’d like you to be a plant in the diner so you can observe things. Like, if there’s a moment Yusuke or I can’t be there, you’d be available to make sure things are on the up and up.”

“I getcha,” Ren said, a devious grin forming on her face. “He he he.”

Makoto got a little frightened. “Um, I just want you to observe is all.”

“I know, I know,” Ren said, calming down. “This is just a bit exciting. Don’t worry though. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Well, thank you,” Makoto said. “So, the plan is to meet with Eiko and her boyfriend, Tsukasa, at 1:30. That means I want you there between 1 and 1:15.”

“Gotcha,” Ren said.

“Yusuke and I will go over some last minute preparation,” Makoto said.

“Must we?” Yusuke said, dejected.

“Do you want this to fail?” Makoto replied.

“...No,” Yusuke admitted.

“Great,” Makoto said. She turned back to Ren. “Are you ready?” Ren nodded. “Good. Sorry for springing this on you.”

“It’s fine,” Ren said. “I mean, what’s a summer without some light stealth?”

“Indeed,” Yusuke agreed. “We are still in high school after all. Might as well enjoy it to the fullest.”

Makoto was a little hesitant. “Um, right.” She composed herself. “Well then, we have some time before we need to go. Do you mind if we start our practice now?”

“Go ahead,” Ren replied.

“Thank you,” Makoto said. “Now Yusuke…” Makoto and Yusuke went over their cover story and general tips for a while. When it came time for Ren to leave, she headed upstairs. “Um, what are you doing?” Makoto asked.

“Oh,” Ren answered. “I’m grabbing some of my summer homework. That’s going to be my cover.”

“Oh, I see,” Makoto said.”How ingenious of you.”

“She’s not the leader for nothing,” Yusuke added. Ren nodded, grabbed her homework, and headed out.

When Ren arrived, she grabbed a table and started doing some of her summer homework. She kept checking for Makoto and Yusuke, or Eiko and her boyfriend. Makoto and Yusuke showed up first, and patiently waited near the entrance for Eiko and her boyfriend.

Once they arrived, Ren got a good look at Eiko’s boyfriend, and immediately his appearance set off some alarm bells. While she wasn’t attracted to men, that did not stop them from trying to hit on her, and he looked like a guy that might not take a “no” the first time.

Ren took a deep breath. Calm down. He is a host, so maybe that’s why he’s giving off this aura. Plus, Makoto is also a bit riled up about this guy. Still, he doesn’t look like the most savory character. I should just wait and watch like Makoto said. She did take a picture of him, just to be safe.

“Sorry we’re late,” Eiko said.

Tsukasa, Eiko’s boyfriend, pulled Eiko in and said “I just couldn’t get enough of my little princess here.” He planted a kiss on Eiko’s cheek, and she giggled.

“...It’s fine,” Makoto said, a bit nervous about the meeting. “Shall we be seated?” They nodded and sat down.

Eiko looked at Yusuke. “So, this is your boyfriend?”

Yusuke nodded. “The name is Yusuke Kitagawa. I’m a second year at Kosei Academy.”

“Oh, the art school,” Tsukasa replied. “How is it?”

“It’s actually really good, thank you,” Yusuke replied.

“How do you know someone who goes to Kosei, Makoto?” Eiko asked.

“Oh, well, we have a mutual friend who introduced us,” Makoto said.

“Wow,” Eiko said. “It feels like every time I talk to you, there’s a new surprise!”

“Eh heh, well…” Makoto laughed nervously.

“So, how did you two know you were the right ones for each other?” Tsukasa asked.

“Well, I mean, he’s incredibly handsome,” Makoto began, “but what really sold me was his soul. Being an artist comes with a deeper understanding of things.”

“As for me, it was Makoto’s complex aura,” Yusuke explained. “I could tell straight away that she was someone interesting, but it took me a while to see why I felt that way.”

“Woah!” Tsukasa said. “Art students are, like, super cool.”

“Well, you know…” Makoto said, cheeks turning pink and leaning on Yusuke. “So, how about you two? Eiko’s told me a little, but I want to know the whole thing.”

“Oh, you know the story, Makoto,” Eiko said. “Don’t be like that.”

“I’m not familiar with it,” Yusuke said. “And we did just share our story.”

“I mean, he’s right,” Tsukasa said. “Fair’s fair. Why don’t you tell him the story?”

“You?” Ren thought. That’s odd.

“Oh, alright,” Eiko said. “Well, I was getting done with a particularly rough shift, when Tsukasa approached me with a flower. I hate to admit I was a little put off at first, but we got to talking, and he just wanted to cheer me up. I thought that was sweet. We talked some more, and that’s how I became his princess.” She hugged Tsukasa.

“How seet,” Makoto said.

“I know, right?” Eiko said. “You don’t usually find people like that in this day and age. But Tsukasa is something special.” She kissed his cheek. Makoto quickly and quietly jolted a little. “Oh, I have to freshen up. Keep my seat for me.”

“Will do,” Tsukasa said. Eiko got up and went to the restroom. He turned to Makoto. “So, now that EIko’s not here, do you want to tell me what’s really on your mind, Miss Class Rep?”

“I, er, wha?” Makoto stumbled.

“Eiko told me you had some reservations about me,” Tsukasa replied.

“Oh right,” Makoto said as gracefully as she could. “I mean, I don’t have any towards you specifically. After all, we just met. But I do tend to worry easily. Eiko’s my friend, and I don’t want to see her getting hurt.”

“That’s fair,” Tsukasa said. “I mean, you are the class rep. Worrying has to come with the territory. But if it’ll ease your mind, why don’t we exchange phone numbers so we can talk one-on-one.”

“Huh?!” Makoto worried.

Yusuke stepped in. “As her boyfriend, why don’t you exchange phone numbers with me? That way we can work on collaborative efforts to take our girlfriends on more elaborate dates.”

Tsukasa looked at Yusuke displeased. “I think I know how to charm my girlfriend. He turned back to Makoto. “It’s OK. Eiko already gave me your number.”

“She…she did?” Makoto wondered.

“Again, I think it would be more beneficial if you had my number instead,” Yusuke reiterated.

“Heh,” Tsukasa laughed. “You know, you almost had me fooled.”

“What are you talking about?” Makoto wondered.

“This whole ‘fake couple’ thing you two are doing,” Tsukasa explained.

“‘F-Fake’?!” Makoto shrieked.

“Are you suggesting that just because we aren’t as close as you and Eiko, we aren’t a real couple?” Yusuke asked.

Tsukasa chuckled. “I guess that’s fair. But she did offer to set you up with one of my friends. Any other girl would jump at an opportunity like that.”

Yusuke pulled Makoto in. “Well, as I have stated before, Makoto is not like ‘any other girl’.”

Tsukasa looked at the two of them. “Wow, you really are serious about this bit, huh. Alright, I’ll back off. But I do think we should talk some more, Miss Class Rep. After all, Eiko wants us to get to know each other better, right?”

Makoto sat there for a bit before she begrudgingly agreed “...right.”

“See?” Tsukasa smiled. “That wasn’t so hard.” Eiko returned from the restroom. “Hi. What are you guys talking about?”

“You, princess,” Tsukasa said.

“Awww,” Eiko said.

“Well, as much as I hate to leave early, I think it’s time for us to go,” Tsukasa said.

“Aw, do we have to?” Eiko said.

“It can’t be helped,” Tsukasa said. “I have to get to my shift.”

“Right…” Eiko said. “When will you find a new job?”

“I promise, I’m working on it,” Tsukasa said. “It’s just a bit hard with my schedule.”

“I know,” Eiko said. “I just hate the idea of you hitting on other girls.”

“You know that’s just for the job, right?” Tsukasa said. “You’re the only one I care about.”

“Right,” Eiko said. “Well, see ya!” She and Tsukasa started to leave.

“WAIT!” Makoto called out. They stopped. “Uh, well, I mean, since it’s just Tsukasa who has to go, you can stay with us Eiko.”

Eiko shook her head. “It’s OK. I don’t want to be a third wheel. You have a fun date with your boyfriend, OK?”

Makoto was a little stunned. She smiled, nodded and said “Right. Take care.” Eiko waved goodbye to her, and the two left. Almost immediately after they left, Makoto face-planted on the table. “UGH!”

“Well…that didn’t go quite how we expected…” Yusuke surmised. “But on the other hand, it wasn’t a complete loss either.”

Makoto sat up. Ren left her table to join them. “So, what were your impressions?” Makoto wondered.

“Well, he seems crafty,” Yusuke pointed out. “He seems to have a knowledge of women and how to appeal to them. Although, this might not be that unusual, since he’s a host.”

“Right…” Makoto tacitly agreed.

“Still, there were few things off with that guy,” Ren said. “For starters, he got confrontational with you right after Eiko left. Plus, he seemed almost distrusting of your relationship.”

“I mean, it is a fake relationship,” Yusuke clarified.

“That may be true, but there was no real way to prove it,” Makoto added. “Which reminds me. Thank you Yusuke. You were an excellent fake boyfriend.”

“We did practice a lot,” Yusuke said.

“Still, you did incredible,” Makoto added. “I mean, even I was floundering for a bit, but you managed to pull it all together. I’m sure when you find someone for real, you’ll be an even better real boyfriend.”

“Hm. Why thank you,” Yusuke said.

“Back on task,” Ren said, “there was something else that bothered me. Tsukasa asked Eiko to tell the story of how they first met, even though he seemed the more eager of the two to tell the story.”

“What do you suppose that means?” Yusuke asked.

“I think I get it,” Makoto said. “It could mean that he’s had so many girlfriends that he can’t keep any of his information straight.”

“I think so too,” Ren said. “Plus, I kind of got a bad first impression off of him. But that’s just me.”

“No, I get it,” Yusuke said. “Even in the story, Eiko said she was a little put off by him at first.”

“Huh,” Makoto wondered. She thought it over. “Well, as much information as we have, it’s all a bit circumstantial. I want to think about this some more.

“Maybe things will be fine once you talk with him some more,” Yusuke said. “I mean, he does have your phone number.”

“Yeah, that’s a bit weird,” Ren said. “I’d change my number right away if I were you.”

“Well, maybe after this is all over,” Makoto said. “Right now, we’re in the middle of an investigation. There's always a bit of risk involved. But if things get too dicey, I am willing to retreat.”

“Retreat as in back off, or retreat as in look for him in Mementos?” Ren aked.

“Well…I hadn’t thought about that second idea before,” Makoto admitted, “ but it’s not a bad suggestion. For now, I want to keep the investigation smaller in scale.”

Ren nodded. “By the way, is there something else going on?”

“What do you mean?” Makoto asked.

“Well, you didn’t want to involve the student council before,” Ren answered, “and you don’t want to ratchet up the investigation just yet.”

“Plus, you seem more on edge than in a palace,” Yusuke remarked.

Makoto looked down. “Well, I guess all of that’s true. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure myself. And that’s part of the reason I don’t want to rush things. I want to figure out my thoughts on everything that’s going on.”

“I see,” Ren said.

“Well, as your fake boyfriend, I understand,” Yusuke said.

Ren smiled. “Me too. Just know that we’re all here for you.”

Makoto smiled back. “Thanks you two.”

Priestess-Makoto Niijima: Rank 6

The three of them finished their food, and left.

Later that night, Ren got a message from Iwai.

Iwai: Hey. Can you stop by?

Iwai: I have somethin’ I need ya to do.

Ren: Sure. I’ll be there soon.

Ren headed out to Untouchable.

Once she arrived, Iwai smiled. “Perfect. You’re just in time.”

“So, what’s going on?” Ren wondered.

“Well, you know how I’m trying to investigate Tsuda?” Iwai asked. Ren nodded. “Well, tonight’s a really good night for that. However, I don’t want to leave Kaoru alone. That’s where you come in.”

“You want me to keep an eye on him,” Ren assessed.

Iwai smirked. “You’re sharp, kid. You know that diner down the street? I reserved you two a seat to make it look like a date. Of course, it could turn into a real date if things go well.”

“I doubt it,” Ren said. “Considering I’m already going out with someone.”

Iwai was genuinely taken aback. “Oh geez… I’m sorry kid.”

“It’s fine,” Ren said. “You didn't know.”

Iwai sighed. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have a good time either way. Oh, before I forget, here.” He handed her one of his model guns. “In case someone tries something funny.”

Ren was stunned. “Um, I did tell you I got arrested, right? I’m still under parole. I can’t just be pulling guns on people, whether or not the gun is fake.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Iwai said. “The owner is an old friend of mine. He got out of the game before I did. He’s been helping me ever since. I’ve told him about what’s going on. He’ll protect you.”

Ren was confused. “The owner of that diner is ex-yakuza?”

Iwai nodded. “Knows how to tow the line too. Really professional.”

“I see…” Ren said.

Iwai checked the time. “Kaoru should be there in about 10 minutes. Why don’t you go on and meet him there?” Ren nodded, took the model gun, put it in her bag, and headed out.

Soon enough, Kaoru showed up, and the two of them sat at a booth. “Hi,” Ren said, somewhat nervously.

“Hi,” Kaoru replied, just as nervous. “Um, my dad told me that this was a pretend date while he was busy.”

“Right…” Ren said.

“Do you know what it’s about?” Kaoru asked.

“He…told me not to say anything…” Ren said. She figured it wasn’t her place to tell Kaoru what was going on.

Kaoru sighed. “Figures. He just doesn’t trust me.”

Ren grew a little concerned. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, I can take care of myself,” Kaoru explained. “And yet, he asked someone to keep me company while he’s busy.”

“Do you not want me to be here?” Ren asked.

Kaoru was surprised. “Would you leave if I said ‘yes’?” he asked back.

“Well, I mean, I’d move to a differ seat,” Ren explained, “but I don’t think I could just leave. For starters, I don’t think I’d hear the end of it from your father.”

Kaoru sighed. “Well, it’s not like I actually want you to leave. I mean, I do kind of want to get to know you better. Dad tells me you’re a real asset to the store.” Ren smiled. “So, where do you go to school?”

“Oh, uh, I go to Shujin Academy,” Ren answered.

“I see,” Kaoru answered. “Do you like it there?”

“Well…” Ren said. “It’s alright, all things considered. I mean, when I started things were rocky.”

“Oh right,” Kaoru said. “The first target of The Phantom Thieves was at Shujin, wasn’t it? Forgive me. You know I’m a third year middle schooler. I’m just trying to look into various high schools to see where I should go.”

“Gotcha,” Ren said. “Well, here’s what I’ll say: I feel whatever school you go to, what really matters is your friends. Good friends can make even the most unbearable situations good.”

“I see,” Kaoru said. “Thanks for that.” Kaoru frowned. “Changing the subject, do you think my father feels burdened by me?”

Ren was surprised. “What gave you that idea?”

“Well, he’s been acting kind of weird lately,” Kaoru said. “Every time I ask him what’s wrong, he tells me not to worry. I don’t most of the time, but when something like this happens, I can’t help but worry.”

Ren sighed. She smiled. “Well, whenever he talks about you in the store, it seems like there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.”

Kaoru was stunned. “Really?”

“I promise,” Ren said.

Kaoru smiled. “Thanks.” They talked some more for a bit. It was mostly small talk, and some stories about their friends, but they had a good time.

A little later, Iwai stopped by. “Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” Ren answered.

“How are things going?” Iwai asked.

“Pretty good,” Ren said.

“Hm. I see,” Iwai said, smirking. “Well, I’m gonna check a few more things, but I think the biggest things have passed.” Iwai nodded. Ren nodded back. She inferred that Iwai said it was probably safe if either of them wanted to leave. “Oh hey. You need some more money?”

“We’re fine dad,” Kaoru said.

“Well, take it anyway,” Iwai said, giving them some more money. “Get yourselves a nice dessert or something.”

“Thanks dad,” Kaoru replied.

Iwai nodded back. “I should get going. Oh, and,” he turned to Ren, “sorry again.”

“It’s fine,” Ren replied. Iwai nodded again and left.

“What was that about?” Kaoru asked.

“Oh, right,” Ren said, a little embarrassed. “Um, did your dad mention that this could become a real date?”

Kaoru was now embarrassed. “Oh, uh, yeah. …To be honest, I wasn't going to take you up on that. I mean, you're really nice, but I don’t want my dad to choose my girlfriend, you know.”

“Right,” Ren said, completely understanding. “Well, um, he didn’t know, but I’m already seeing someone.”

Kaoru was intrigued. “Really? What are they like?”

Ren smiled. “Honestly, really amazing. They’re tough, tenacious, while still being really adorable. They’re a little hard on themselves at times, but then again, I’m hard on myself too. But I think we work really well together.”

“Wow,” Kaoru said. He got a message on his phone and checked it. “Oh.” He looked up at Ren. “My friends. They’re at the arcade down the street, and they want me to join them. Is it OK if we cut things a little short?”

Iwai seemed to suggest the worst is behind us for tonight. “Go ahead,” Ren said.

“Thanks,” Kaoru said, getting up. “Here. Let’s split what my dad gave us.”

Ren shook her head. “Keep it.”

“I insist,” Kaoru said.

Ren smiled and took the money. “Thanks.

Kaoru nodded. “It was nice getting to know you.”

“Same to you,” Ren said. Kaoru bowed and headed out. Ren got a phone call from Iwai. “Perfect timing.”

“How’s Kaoru doing?” Iwai asked.

“He just left,” Ren said. She could tell Iwai was panicking. “Some friends invited him to the arcade. I got the sense that you felt like if anything were to happen, it would have happened by now.”

“Hm. Ya got me there,” Iwai said. “So, how’d it go?”

“It went pretty well,” Ren said. “Kaoru’s really nice.”

“You sound like there’s something on your mind,” Iwai said. “What’s up?”

“Hm. You can read me like a book too,” Ren said. “I know we’ve talked about it before, but I think you should tell Kaoru the truth.”

“Hmmmmm,” Iwai groaned.

“I know it’s hard,” Ren said. “I told you that my parents were coming to visit. And when I told them the truth, it went really well. I mean, I was nervous too, but…”

“No, I getcha,” Iwai siad. “Maybe once this whole thing is over.”

“But if it gets out of hand…” Ren warned him.

“I know, I know,” Iwai said. “But I gotta take things at my own pace. I’m sure you understand that.”

Ren nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“I agree with you kid,” Iwai said, “but it’s not always the easiest thing. Especially when it comes to my former profession. But I think having you around and helping me is giving me a new lease on life.”

“Really?” Ren said.

“Yeah,” Iwai replied. “I mean, you didn’t know me in my mafia days. If you’re willing to work with me, then maybe I can make all sorts of new connections. Although I have to work up to it.”

“You know, going in headfirst has its advantages as well,” Ren said.

“Pah,” Iwai chuckled. “When dealing with the mafia, going in headfirst is a good way to make sure that there’s nothing left but a head.” Ren laughed nervously. “But I get your point. Anyways, thanks for doing this.”

“No problem,” Ren replied.

Hanged Man-Munehisa Iwai: Rank 6

“Say,” Ren said, “do you think the owner could help me with something on the down low?”

“Like what?” Iwai asked.

“Well, one of my friends is going out with someone, and some of my other friends don’t quite trust him,” Ren explained.

“No offense, but he doesn’t have time for something petty,” Iwai said.

“Well, the guy’s a host up in Shinjuku,” Ren explained. “We’re a little worried about something nefarious happening.”

“Heh. Now you’re talking,” Iwai said. “Just go to the owner and tell them you know me. He’ll give you some help.”

“Thanks,” Ren said.

“No problem. Well, seeya,” Iwai said.

“Bye!” Ren replied. She hung up. She got up and went to find the owner.

When she did, he was glaring at her. “What is it?” he asked.

“I, uh, I know Iwai,” she said. “He said you could help me with something.”

His mood lightened, but he remained firm. “Well then, what can I do ya for?”

Ren got out the picture of Tsukasa. “This guy is a host in Shinjuku. His name is Tsukasa. He’s currently going out with my friend here,” she said, pointing at Eiko. “Some of my other friends are worried that he’s not what he appears.”

“I see, I see,” the owner said. “Alright, I’ll check it out.”

“Thanks,” Ren said. “Um, do you want my number in case anything comes up?”

The owner shook his head. “I’ll just ask Iwai to contact you. No offense, but you’re a teenage girl. Having your number in my phone would cause numerous problems.”

“Right,” Ren said. “Well, thanks again. By the way, you have a lovely restaurant.”

The owner smiled. “Thanks.” Ren bowed, and headed home for the night.

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Alfie Solomons x reader smutfest

Ayyyy my first time writing smut cheeeeeck honestly don’t know what I’ll do if this flops I haven’t put this much effort into anything since high school major projects lol please let me know what you think.

Summary: you’re a Shelby sister, forbidden love, that kind of thing

Warnings: 18+ mentions of alcohol and abusive husband (nothing graphic) lots of smut, no character consistency only sexy time, swearing, ahhh fingering, handjob, fucking, it’s 2am I can’t remember what you call it when you belittle someone in a sexual way sorry, sexy bruising, unprotected sex and cumming inside, cockwarming yum yum, puss eating but not much, just now realising I forgot the blowjob scene fuck my life there will be a part two solely for blowjob and pussy eating scene

Word count: 4,000

Sidenote you have to scroll so far through Alfie gifs on this website to get to mr Solomons depressing that it’s saturated with Emily in Paris Alfie not that he isn’t super hot I would just never watch Emily in Paris. Second side note I’ve been writing this for so long that I’m not even attracted to this fucking man anymore lord give me strength and don’t let this flop

The cold night air sweeps across your exposed skin, making you shiver. Grumbling to yourself, you pull your fur coat tighter around your silk nightgown as you make your way through the empty city streets.

There hadn’t been time to dress properly for the weather as you hurried to escape the wrath of your husband, who stumbled in drunk again, trashing the place and not letting you rest. You couldn’t deal with the drama of trying to stop him, and he wouldn’t even notice you were gone. Growing up in the Shelby family was hell, and you’d taken the first chance you could to get away from their influence. You thought you’d be free to live as you pleased in London, but had ended up with more of the same, a violent drunken husband who made your life even more miserable than you had been in Birmingham.

Sighing heavily you take a drag from your cigarette. You look a dishevelled mess and you know there are probably plenty of people who want you dead around these parts, but you’re too exhausted to care. You roam the city, slowly despite your desperate state, praying for a way out of the hell your life had become. The quiet peace of the empty streets at night is all you crave, and apparently you’re not the only one.

You stop for a moment by the edge of the river, gazing down at the moons reflection rippling slightly in the breeze. Consumed by the peaceful scene, you let your guard down and failed to notice the man sitting on the front steps of the house behind you.

“Evenin’, Miss Shelby.”

The voice startled you and you jumped slightly, preparing for imminent danger. Instead your eyes fell upon Alfie Solomons. Fuck. The sight of him sent a chill through your whole body.

Your paths had crossed a few times back when the Shelby Company first expanded into London. You’d been more involved in the business back then, and the sexual tension that hit the first time your eyes met had been excruciating. Everyone else remained seemingly unaware, but the air in the room turned hot and thick and by the end of the painstaking hour of negotiations it was almost suffocating. You quite fancied staying alive and therefore never acted on it, but you can’t deny you hadn’t been woken up many nights by dreams of his hands all over you and his huge body pressing down on top of you.

“Oh.” You let out a shaky breath. “Hello Alfie.”

He leans back against the steps, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth as his eyes raking up and down your frame shamelessly. “You walk all this way just to see me?”

You blush at the realisation that you’ve just showed up to Alfie Solomons front door a barely dressed mess. In your dazed state you’re on the back foot. The events of the night were finally starting to hit you and you struggle to form a coherent thought as your mind spirals.

“Oh I-“. You cursed yourself for stumbling over your words. “I didn’t know this was where you...“ Your voice shaking as you gesture to Alfie’s house. The look on his face is one of smug amusement. Fucking male arrogance making him think you’d walked all this way in your sexy pyjamas for him. Given the situation, you knew there was no convincing him otherwise.

You sigh, exhausted, and roll your eyes. The last thing you need is another egotistical violent man trying to manipulate everything you do and say. Giving up on your weak attempts at excuses, you speak as calmly as you can manage. “I just needed some air.”

Alfie gazed at you intently as he took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes studying every part of you from your lack of proper clothing to your messed up hair and tired face. His expression had softened at your change in demeanour. There was concern, and curiosity, he was trying to figure you out. Above all though, that same look he’d given you as he shook your hand when leaving Tommy’s office. The look that made your whole body weak and aching for him. That damn tension was pressing down heavily, an unbearably intoxicating hum.

“These streets aren’t safe for you this time of night ya know”.

Was that a threat? You don’t bother to keep up with the ever-changing alliances these days, and right now you were too tired to care. You sigh again, looking away from him to lean over the stone wall of the rivers edge, jealousy coursing through you at the sight of the calmly flowing water.

“Yeah, well. Where is.”

His eyes remained fixed on you, brow furrowing slightly at the bitterness in your voice. You both sit in the silence for a minute or so as he weighs his next words.

“You need a place to stay tonight, sweetheart?”

You turned back to him, eyes narrowed as you tried to work out the intent behind his offer. His voice sounded kind above all else, but the sexual tension was growing heavier by the second and besides, you knew better than to trust a man that Tommy had likely pissed off five times in the last week.

“You really think I’m stupid enough to walk into the house of someone who more than likely wants me dead?”

Your voice was strong and confident, but the stubborn pull of him was weakening your resolve fast. God, your whole body was aching for him, begging him to give you one good reason, hell, any reason at all to abandon all common sense and self respect and let him have his way with you all night.

Alfie just shrugs. “You’re standing here talking to me aren’t you?”

Your tired attempts at maintaining your cold demeanour fail and you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re a right cunt, you know that Alfie?”

His face breaks into an amused smile. “That I am, sweetheart.” You roll your eyes. “Not everything’s about business though, you see, and quite frankly dragging a lady of your magnificence into the petty dealings of men is not my style. I would never insult you in such a way.”

Geez, the cunt really knows how to turn it on.

“Besides, are you really gonna try and deny this thing we’ve got goin on between us?”

“This thing we’ve got going on?” You asked incredulously.

“Mm. Yes ma’am. I’ve been thinkin bout you, you know.” He takes another drag, eyes never leaving you. “Quite a lot, actually.”

The tension had gotten to the point where you felt quite dizzy, and the way he said those words as he basically undressed you with his eyes had your pussy aching. Ah, fuck it, you’d thought. It was either this or continue on with your hellish sexless existence, might as well risk your life for the chance of good dick.

Sighing, you shrug. “Eh why not”, the look of surprise on his face following you as you pass him and walk inside.

You’d honestly expected him to pounce on you as soon as he had you inside, so when he leaves you sitting on the edge of his desk to go get you some warmer clothes, you’re genuinely taken aback. Is he being respectful or losing his nerve? You hadn’t thought him possible of either. And it definitely isn’t what you need from him now either.

As he turns to walk away you decide it’s now or never.

“Alfie.”

He pauses by the door and turns back to face you.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why don’t you forget the clothes and get over here so I can thank you for your hospitality?”

There’s a slight pause. “Well, I, uh-“ He clears his throat. You can’t believe you’re actually making Alfie Solomons nervous. The power rushing through you threatens to spill over in dangerous was. “I can assure you no thanks is necessary, my dear”.

You lean back on the table and smirk at him. “Perhaps it’s not necessary”. You slowly spread your legs apart, allowing your silk dress to ride up high on your thighs, exposing your dampened underwear. “But I don’t think you’ll want to miss out on it. You may never get the chance again.”

Alfie swallows thickly, but doesn’t waste any time in striding over to you. He presses his already hardened groin against yours and places his large rough hands on your thighs, gripping them as his thumbs massaged your inner thighs, making your core throb harder by the second. You fight the urge to groan at the sensations you’ve been dreaming of for years, desperate for more.

“What exactly did you have in mind Miss Shelby?” His face hovering mere kilometres away from yours, eyes flicking hungrily between yours and your lips.

“Everything you’ve ever thought about doing to me, Mr Solomons. No more. No less.”

He closes his eyes, looking almost pained with desire at your words, but recovers quickly with a dark chuckle.

“I’m afraid if we attempted it all now sweetheart, neither of us would would be likely to survive the night.”

You run your hands up his chest and rest them on his face, caressing his cheeks and smirking condescendingly. “Well darling why don’t you just give me your best shot for tonight and if I’m satisfied I might just come back to see what else you have to offer”.

Your teasing seems to have worked as Alfie’s eyes darken and he grips your hips harshly, pulling your body into his. He kisses you roughly, his tongue immediately forcing its way into your mouth as if to shut you up.

God, finally. You’ve waited long enough for this man to use you as he likes.

His hands slide up inside your dress to feel the top of you underwear while he grinds himself harder into you. He slides his hand into your panties and lightly presses a finger into your wet folds, teasingly testing your reaction. It’s almost pathetic the way you groan into his mouth and buck your hips in an attempt to feel more of him.

He chuckles darkly and bites your bottom lip, pulling it slightly before releasing to rest his forehead against yours. “Mmmm look at you, Miss Shelby. I’ve barely touched you and you’re a dripping mess aren’t you, hm? Practically begging for me.”

He slowly rubs two fingers against your clit, eyes remaining locked to yours as you tighten your grip on his shirt, struggling to keep your cool. He smirks lightly and moves his fingers down to your hole, feeling the slick flowing out of you and rubbing it back up, circling your clit and add more pressure.

“Ohhh god” You close your eyes and lean your head back, overwhelmed.

He watches you intently, getting harder by the second as he feels your pussy getting wetter for him, and your face contort in pleasure.

He leans in to nuzzle his face in your neck. “Mmm I’ve been dreaming about making you feel good. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, sweetheart.” You clench your thighs as his fingers slide through your folds to gently and deeply fuck your hole. You groan and grip his hair, bucking your hips into him, riding his fingers desperately, overwhelmed by his words, his fingers stretching you out, and his stubble and lips brushing against your neck, your ear, your jaw.

Needing more, you grab the hem of his pants and pull him closer, you lock your thighs around the back of his, trapping him as close to you as possible. His hand tightens on the back of your thigh and fucks you harder with his fingers, rubbing your clit with his thumb and sucking your neck and collarbone harshly as you palm him through his pants.

You fiddle with the button on his pants and manage to undo it, desperately reaching in to pull him free from his boxers. Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick hard veiny cock, already leaking from the tip. You take it in both hands, thumb rubbing lightly over the tip, spreading the precum over the head, and massaging up and down his huge length.

You reach down to knead his balls and Alfie’s fingers still inside you as he groans into your neck, biting down onto your collarbone. He moans and pulls away, his fingers sliding out of you causing you to whimper at the empty feeling.

You guide his dick lengthways through your folds, grinding against it and massaging the other side with your hand. His hands grip the backs of your thighs, harder and harder until you’re sure they’ll leave bruises. The thought only makes your pussy ache more. You angle the tip of his cock and rub it against your clit, down through your folds to tease your hole and back up again.

You tilt your head to rest your lips against his ear. “I’ve been dreaming about you too, Alfie.”

His breathing is rapid now, his broad chest rising and falling heavily against you.

“I’ve been dreaming about how your cock would feel buried deep inside me.”

He raises his hand, slick from your juices and grips the sides of your neck gently but firmly, and you suck in a deep breath.

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

Your breath catches. “Yes.”

“Want me to fuck you like the fucking slut you are? Hm?”

His face is hovering bare milimietres from yours, your noses brushing slightly as you try to lean forward to meet his lips. He grips your neck tighter and holds you in place.

“Answer me sweetheart.”

“God. Yes Alfie please, please fuck me.”

Alfie smirks but loosens his grip on your neck and leans in to kiss you passionately. The tip of his cock presses lightly into the entrance of your hole, making you clench your thighs and try to close them. He grips them harder and pushes them open, and slowly slides his length into you, stretching you out in the most delicious way.

You’re both moaning into each other’s mouths as he bottoms out inside of you, pausing for a second as you both adjust. He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, harder this time, and you throw your hands around his neck, sliding them down his shirt to grip his bare back.

He starts fucking you faster and harder and your legs lock tighter around his waist, sucking him in closer with every thrust.

He grabs your butt, pulling you impossibly closer, his cock ploughing deeper and deeper as he fucks you like a man starved. The tip of his dick grazes your g-spot, and you cry out, clenching your thighs around him and digging your nails into his back.

“Oh GOD Alfie right there, FUCK please don’t stop!”

He groans louder than ever into your ear, his voice hoarse and ragged. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

Unable to answer, you simply moan into his neck, the feeling of his cock grazing your g-spot and his balls slapping against you sending unbearable pleasure through your body.

Seemingly wanting to torture you further, Alfie brings his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“AHHHHHHHH yes Alfie m’gonna come so hard oh GOD PLEASE”

It only takes a few seconds before the feeling in your core builds to breaking point and you’re holding onto Alfie for dear life, your body clenching around him desperately, nails breaking through flesh on his back, moaning into his chest as your bite down into his skin, your vision fading out as you think you might collapse.

You’re vaguely aware of two strong arms wrapping around your limp body and holding you close to his chest as his lips graze your ear, mumbling incoherent words.

As you regain full consciousness you hear him whispering “good girl, you did so good baby,” as he runs his fingers soothingly through your hair and softly kisses your ear and neck.

“You okay darling?”

“Mmmm’so good Alfie”

You feel his body tense around you slightly as your throbbing pussy clenches around his still hard cock inside of you. You shakily pull yourself off his chest and lean up to kiss him deeply.

“Alfie baby please keep going, I want to get you off.”

He moans into your mouth. “Are you sure sweetheart?”

You move your lips to his ear and suck on his skin, clenching your pussy around him with every word. “Alfie. Use me like a ragdoll.”

“Fuck me” he groans, fingers digging into the skin on the sides of your ribs. “I knew you were a dumb fucking slut.”

He picks you and carries you across the room, throwing you face down onto his bed. He kneels behind you grabs your ass, squeezing the soft skin and spreading your cheeks. He grips your hips and forces them up towards him, sliding your dress up to give him a full view of your dripping folds and aching hole. Running his fingers down through to your clit, he watches as you twitch and whimper in your sensitive state. He presses two fingers into you, making a squelching sound as you suck him in.

“Still so desperate for me to fill you up, aren’t you?” He chuckles darkly before sucking his fingers dry and moaning contently. His hands grab your butt roughly and he leans his face down, breathing out onto your pussy and making you cry out and grip his sheets in your fists. His tongue dips into your hole, swirling around the muscles at your entrance before licking down to sick harshly on your clit.

“Mmmm fuuuuck Alfie”

“I’ve been dying to taste you, Miss Shelby, to watch you come undone in my mouth. I guess that will have to wait seeing as you want me to, what was it? Use you like a ragdoll?” He chuckles to himself. “Such a filthy fucking whore aren’t you?”

You groan into the mattress, already aching to go again to the point of desperation. “Alfie pleeease fuck me.” You’re whining at this point, way past caring how much of a brat you sound like.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that sweetheart, I plan to.” Alfie grips your hips harder and lifts you off the bed, slowly dragging your soaking pussy up and down the length of his throbbing cock. Your face is forced deeper into the bed and you moan incoherent words, overwhelmed with the satisfaction of being dragged and used to Alfie’s will.

“I could get off just watching you like this sweetheart.”

You feel the head of his cock pushing into you, slowly stretching and filling you up once more. There are no thoughts left in your head, only the feeling of the veins in his dick dragging against your walls, of his huge hands digging into your ass hard enough to leave deep bruising, of his heavy balls slamming against your ass as he starts driving into your faster and harder by the second, and of his animalistic groans as your velvety walls suck him in and clench around him.

“Mmmmffhmmm Alfie fffufuuckkc”

“What’s that ? Use your big girl words baby”

You try to answer but all that comes out is a muffled scream as he hits your g-spot once more.

“C’mere” Alfie leans forward to wrap his hand around the front of your neck, pulling you up by your throat so your body is upright against his. His free hand moves to hold your belly, his mouth in your neck as he sucks and bites your skin.

He takes your hand and holds it over your stomach, making you feel his bulge pushing out against your skin. “Mmm feel how fucking deep I am inside you baby? You like it when I fill you up?”

Your voice shakes between your rapid breathing. “Yes Alfie, you fill me up so good, love being full of you”

Alfie tightens his grip on your neck slightly, and moved his hand to rub circles on your clit. “You gonna come for me again sweetheart?”

“Yes Alfie” Your answer is barely a whisper as you struggle to take in air on top of the overwhelming sensations of his cock driving into you and his fingers bringing you close and closer to the edge.

The knot in your stomach tightens and you throw your head back to rest on his shoulder.

Closing your eyes, your consciousness fades by the second. “M’close Alfie, so close” you barely manage to get the words out as your high takes you over, your desperate moaning vocalised as Alfie releases his hand from your throat, and waves of intense pleasure coarse through you, better than ever before.

Rather than holding you through this time, Alfie throws you back down on the bed and continues thrusting into you as he chases his own release. An attempt to turn around to look at him is thwarted as he shoves the back of your head down into the covers, and holds onto your shoulders, pounding into you madly.

You give up gladly and collapse into the bed, any thought of holding yourself up long gone. The feeling of your walls twitching and clenching around him send him over the edge, his thrusts become frantic and staggered, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head, his own head burying into your neck as his dick buries balls deep inside you and stills with a heavy groan, and you feel his warm juices covering your inner walls.

Alfie collapses on top of you, the feeling of his huge warm body welcome in your fragile state. You grind your ass slightly against him as you milk his cock for every last drop, and he moans into your neck, kissing your skin lazily and running his hands up and down your sides, as you both come down, exhausted.

“Alright, my love?” He voice is hoarse and tired, muffled by your hair and neck.

You turn your head to look at him, smiling sleepily as he kisses your lips gently. “So good Alfie. So good.”

He turns on his side and pulls you in, back to his chest, his cock still throbbing slightly inside you.

“Mind keeping me warm for a bit, sweetheart?”

“Mmmm please”

He wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing you gently, your legs intertwined.

“So did I do well enough to get you back here for round two darling?”

Smiling at his words you hold his hand and relax into him. You’re already drifting off to sleep but manage to mumble a reply.

“If I’m ever able to walk again Alfie you’ll be the first to know.”

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