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beardedjoel · 9 months

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new addiction

boss!joel x f!reader one shot collection | part two

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about your boss, but when he leaves you a mysterious note to meet him after work hours, everything changes.

warnings: 18+! MDNI! non-apocalypse au, boss!joel is a lil mean but not too mean, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv, spit kink, size kink kinda, panty stealing? does that need a tag idk, this is a filthy nasty fic and i love it

word count: 4k

a/n: basically just a shamless one shot of joel being your boss and you getting to fuck him, this is not my most proof read work i’ve ever posted but i hope you all like it! inspired by the new taylor swift song “i can see you” it’s literally my religion right now

You feel the crinkle of the paper in your hands another time, staring down at it as if the words on the page are going to change any time soon. You read over the simple phrasing, almost wanting to trace your fingers over the inking just to check that it’s truly real.

my office

6pm

You’ve been working for Mr. Miller - Joel, he told you to call him, but old habits die hard - for a little over four months now. You’d always been taught to refer to any person of authority this way, so it was taking some getting used to to just call him Joel.

This has been the longest four months of your life, mostly due to the man in question - Joel fucking Miller, your boss, the man responsible for your livelihood, the man you absolutely should not be pining over. How you can stop lusting after him is beyond you when he looks like that - his dark hair has grown out a bit since you started, brown curls flecked with gray that match his beard traveling down his neck now. Curls you dream of sinking your hands into and tugging in the heat of the moment every single day. Every time his dark brown eyes catch yours during conversation, you have to fight your mind to stay on track. Watching his lips move, wondering what they’d feel like on yours, on any part of your body. It’s been completely mind bending, the attraction you feel for him.

It all started a few weeks ago, when you started to wonder if the attraction was mutual. At first, it was a sidelong glance that lasted a bit too long here and there, then a few times where he brushed his body a little too close to yours, and you’d feel the heat of it linger long after he was gone. You could scarcely breathe when he got that close to you, a few times he’d hovered behind you at your desk to look at something on the computer with you and you wondered how you weren’t combusting, flames dancing across your skin. The moment you’d felt his hot breath on your neck, you fought hard not to shudder, and when one slipped by, you cursed yourself, hoping Joel hadn’t noticed. You’d thought maybe he hadn’t, but he suggested as he walked away that maybe you get a sweater to wear inside if you were so cold.

Fucking asshole.

He had to know the effect he was having on you. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, he was flirting in his own, restrained way. The most you’d gotten out of him was when he put one of his large, my god, so large, hands on your lower back as he’d breezed past you in the small, cramped employee break room to get to the coffee machine.

“‘Scuse me, doll,” he’d said gruffly as he passed, and you nearly choked upon hearing the little pet name from him. Doll… you’d rolled the word around in your mind the entire rest of the day, amazed you could get any work done.

It was a small office - just a little, rented space to run his contracting business out of, and you’d been hired on to do any kind of admin work, really. There wasn’t any kind of official job title, you’d just been needed to tend to the books, appointments, and making sure everything was in order. It wasn’t a bad gig, not your dream job by any means, but now that you’d fallen deeply into your infatuation with your boss, of all people, it was making it hard to want to leave.

And if you’re honest with yourself, you should want to find a new job - Joel can be, well, an asshole, to put it mildly. He doesn’t have time for bullshit, and he makes that perfectly clear to everyone in his vicinity. All the employees at the construction sites and office do revere him, and know he’s one of the best in Austin to learn from and have on your resume as far as contracting goes. On his good days, however, he really is a pleasure to have around, and you relish in the times you get to see his warm smile and hear him laugh at one of his employees busting his balls. On those days, you can see the speck of hope that keeps the people around him in his life.

Joel typically stops in at least once a day before rushing off to check on things at his job sites, and sometimes you do worry he’s wearing himself too thin. He comes in looking exhausted some days, snapping easily and drinking copious amounts of coffee. But you have to constantly remind yourself that’s not for you to worry about - you aren’t his wife, his girlfriend, his anything. You can’t fight off the desire to be something for him, though, wanting to be there for him, to provide some kind of release for him on those tightly wound days. From there, your mind drifts to the deepest corners of depravity, thinking of all the ways you could help him release.

On one such stressful day, he dropped a note on your desk, so quickly in passing anyone else in the room might have missed it. He didn’t bother to look back at you afterwards, leaving you wide eyed, staring down at the small piece of paper that was folded in half as he continued on to his office.

You felt like you were floating the entire day, anticipation boiling in your gut as you wondered if this note could mean what you think it does. By the time 5:45 rolls around, Joel having breezed back into the building and shutting himself in his office thirty minutes ago, you’ve decided you’re either getting canned or fucked tonight, and both options are making you so nervous you might jump out of your own skin. The few people left in the office pack up for the day and head out, leaving you pretending to finish up work as you wave goodbye to them.

You stand up right on time, smoothing down the short pencil skirt you’re wearing before breathing deeply and reaching for the doorknob to his office. You knock as you open the door, poking your head in. Joel looks up from his desk, where he’d had his forehead on his palm, looking over some paperwork.

“See you got my note,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse from a day of likely speaking and barking orders at his various job sites. “Shut the door behind ya,” Joel adds, and you feel your heart jump further into your throat, a slightly shaky hand shutting the door behind you as he asks.

“Sure. Er, what’s this about, Mr. Miller?” You fidget with your hands in front of you, resting them on your belly as you wait expectantly.

“Joel, remember?” he replies with a cocky smile. You still haven’t quite figured out his intentions, and at this point, you figure it could go either way, and you’re bracing yourself internally for either losing your job or what could be the best sex of your life.

“Right,” you say with a shaky chuckle. “Nervous habit, sorry… Joel.”

“Nothin’ to be nervous about, why don’t ya come on in,” Joel says genially, a hint of a smirk pulling at his lips at hearing you say his name.

You slowly make your way to the chair that’s across from his desk, a cluttered mess that you’ve learned is organized in his own way, as he always seems to be able to find everything he needs despite you offering many times to help organize it for him. S’okay, I’ve got a system, he’d repeat every single time, so eventually you’d given up on asking.

“How was your day? You seem stressed,” you dare to ask as you sit down, and Joel quirks a brow at you.

“Same old bullshit,” he says breezily, rubbing a hand down his face and pushing the papers on his desk aside, focusing his attention on you. “So fuckin’ stressed, but you don’t need to worry about all of that.”

“What if…” you start, swallowing hard. Now or fucking never. If you’re about to possibly lose your job, you may as well go out with all you’ve got. “What if I did worry about that?” you blink a few times, eyelashes fluttering in his direction and Joel gives you an indiscernible look, but you swear his eyes go a shake darker. “Just, that you’re stressed, I mean. Isn’t it my job to help you?”

Joel barely even reacts other than a flicker across his eyes that you only notice because you’re looking so intently. The bastard was probably prepared for this, like he knew you’d come in here ready to flirt your little heart out if the situation called for it.

Fucking. Asshole. But an extremely hot asshole with his eyes trained right on yours, making you melt instantly and forgetting all about the cursing him you were doing in your head.

“That so?” Joel says slowly with an amused, deep chuckle. He stands up, making his way around the desk towards you, and your heart picks up, practically beating out of your chest now. “That in your job description, hm? Help ol’ Mr. Miller when he’s stressed?”

His tone, his body language, everything is screaming green lights for you to continue this witty repartee. “It could be, if you wanted it to,” you reply, squaring your shoulders back, not cowering from his gaze, but rather intensifying yours with a small pout of your lips. Joel’s movements over to you are slow and calculated, practically sauntering until he’s standing in front of you. He absolutely towers over you now, more than usual, his broad shoulders looking even wider from your angle below him. He leans back on the desk, perching on the edge, giving you a direct view at his crotch, a now very apparent bulge in his jeans.

“Pretty thing like you’d really want to do all that for me?” Joel asks.

You lick your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Mhm,” you sound, and your confirmation is enough to have Joel leaning forward, placing a hand on your cheek, fingers ghosting along the skin as he makes his way down to your neck, the light trace of his calloused pads sending goosebumps along your arms.

“Like the way I’m touchin’ you, pretty girl?” he asks quietly, and you manage to let out another affirmative noise. You watch his thick fingers tracing down the top of your chest, silently begging please keep going, please. When his hand reaches the top button of your shirt, he pauses, and your legs squeeze together in anticipation. You nearly whine when he withdraws his hand, but seconds later he’s using a finger to tip your chin up, indicating for you to stand.

You meet him against his desk, his legs opening wide for you to step in between them, and you press in close, feeling unsure of what to do with your hands, how far he wants to take things. You delicately place a hand on his thigh to steady yourself, and he slips his arms around you, immediately sliding them down your back and to your ass.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he squeezes your ass firmly through your skirt. “Such a sexy little thing, you wear this for me?”

“You’ve caught me,” you say with a sly look. The skirt isn’t anything that scandalous, but you do suppose it shows more of your legs than may typically be deemed appropriate in an office setting. You’ve always blamed the more skimpy clothing you’d wear on the hot Austin climate, but you know in the back of your mind, it was all always for Joel.

“Don’t have to wear all this to get my attention, y’know,” he says a little more tenderly, still kneading the globes of your ass hungrily, pulling your skirt up in the process.

“Seemed like you enjoyed it, all those times I saw you watch me leave your office,” you quip back.

“Damn right I did, ‘m only human, darlin’,” he says gruffly, yanking you forward, and the hardness in his jeans is pressing right into your own throbbing heat, sending a swirling wave of desire in between your legs. Slickness is gathering there quickly, leaving your underwear already wet and uncomfortable against your skin.

“On your knees, now,” Joel says, pushing you down by your shoulders until you bow under the pressure, getting down onto the carpet and sitting on your knees. “That’s a good girl,” he says with a smirk. He makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his cock within moments, and it takes everything in you not to gasp at the sight laid before you.

His cock is beyond what you’d imagined - he’s a big guy overall, but you can’t say you’ve ever been with someone his size, and it’s immediately intimidating. And the bastard knows it, you can tell by his coy little smile as you look at his throbbing cock with wide eyes, taking in the size of him at full attention. You take a little comfort in the fact that he seems painfully turned on by you, the head of his cock leaking pre-cum, pink and pulsating for any part of you to be on it.

“Go on now, doll, ain’t got all night,” Joel says, snapping you out of your reverence for his cock, and you glance up to him before placing a few kisses on the head. Joel hisses through his teeth, his hips bucking forward at your face. When you lap up the drop of precum, swirling your tongue with your eyes locked on his, he lets out a full groan. You hover over his cock, letting your drool collect and fall down onto his shaft in a long string, and the warmth of it brings out a frustrated growl from Joel. He watches with darkened eyes, and his hand shoots to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly.

“Knew you’d be so fuckin’ dirty, such a little tease,” he growls out. He uses your hair to tilt your head back, so your neck is craned up, facing him more directly now. “If you’re gonna act like that, be willin’ to take it in return, sweetheart,” Joel says more coldly. “Open your mouth.” It’s not an ask, but a command, and the authoritarian in him makes you want to listen. You pop your mouth open, shaking a little bit under his tight grip as you watch him gather his own saliva and let it slowly fall out of his mouth, straight down into yours. You taste the strangeness of the sensation, never having had someone else's spit in your mouth in such a copious amount.

“Now swallow,” he demands, and you make a show of swallowing hard, eliciting a devious smile from Joel. “And get back to work,” he says, loosening his grip on your hair and pushing your head back to the level of his cock, dripping and awaiting your mouth.

You immediately slide your mouth down his shaft, not wanting any more pushback from Joel on your teasing, and you taste the saltiness of him as your mouth stretches more than you’re sure you can accommodate. You start to bob more quickly, savoring the myriad of groans and hums Joel makes in the height of his pleasure.

“Fuck… your mouth’s even better than I ‘magined,” Joel says, his hips thrusting in time with your bobbing, sending his cock back further into your throat. A gag slips out, but you swallow him down, allowing him even deeper as your hand works on the rest of him that won’t fit inside of your mouth. He inhales sharply before pushing you back by the shoulders, his cock leaving your mouth with a loud pop.

You barely have time to be confused by the sudden interruption before Joel pulls you up under the arms, spinning you and flattening you against his desk, and you scramble to slide back, papers and office supplies spilling and moving everywhere. He flings a frustrated hand to clear it out of the way, sending everything flying onto the floor, and you stare wide-eyed, thinking this kind of thing only happens in the movies. And here you are, living in a real life fucking movie.

Joel grips your face, turning your attention back his way before crashing his lips into yours, ravenous kisses and swipes of his tongue taking over every sense. You moan, grinding your hips into him as you return the energy of his kisses, pulling back to trace your lips along his chin, the roughness of his beard scratching your face before you reach his earlobe, giving it a few gentle sucks.

“Shit,” Joel hisses out, pushing down your chest to have you lay back on the desk. He tugs under your knees, pulling you to the edge and hiking up your skirt in the process. His hand slides up your thigh, and you’re panting in anticipation, knowing he’s about to see the very evidence of your arousal absolutely soaking your lace panites. When Joel hooks his thumbs in the sides, pulling them down, he makes a satisfied huff at the slick, shining stain that’s left on the black fabric.

“Now that’s a sight…” Joel says, holding the panties up before slipping them into his back pocket. “Didn’t know you’d wanted to help me de-stress this badly, darlin’, would’ve called you in here ages ago,” he teases you with a wry chuckle, clearly enjoying the very compromising position he has you in.

“I do,” you say impatiently. “Didn’t know if it was okay to… you’re my boss.”

“More than okay. Y’see, I’ve been thinkin’ the same thing f’ a while now, havin’ to resist such a perfect little thing that walked right into my office one day.” He tuts with frustration, tightening his grip on your thighs. “Seen you watch me like you couldn't wait to get that mouth on this cock, sugar.”

You nod, confirming everything he said was true. “I j-ust see you so worked up, so much on your shoulders, Joel. Let me…” you heave, “Take it all out on me.”

You tempt him to take that next step, wrapping your legs around his hips, your ankles crossing over each other to pull him even closer.

“Sure you ain’t gonna tell anyone about this?” Joel asks with a few huffs, clearly holding back from what he really desires right now. His body is radiating the unmet need of release that’s throbbing from his every pore right down to his painfully hard cock.

You shake your head wildly, the back of your head moving along the desk. You sit up enough to peer at him and make sure he knows you’re serious.

“Our little secret,” you whisper huskily, letting a smile curl onto your lips.

“Good girl.” Joel returns the smile, one much more cunning as his features darken and he pushes his hard cock against your opening, the large head alone already making your hips twitch with pleasure. When he pushes in you make a small whimper, but try to stuff it down quickly as he stretches you with a beautiful sting along your opening.

“Fu… oh my god,” you murmur, as he pushes in further and further, until you’re sure you couldn’t possibly be more full of him. When he moves past even that point, you groan and realize he’s fully seated inside of you, deeper than you’d ever imagined was even possible. You quickly pulsate around him, your body adjusting to his size until it starts to feel more pleasurable than painful.

“There we go, look at that…” Joel says breathlessly. “Takin’ this cock so pretty, aren’t ya?” He doesn’t even take a beat before he begins thrusting, his massive hands holding tightly onto your hips to steady you as you jostle back onto the desk. Your back arches into the pounding of your two bodies together, warmth growing from deep inside of you where he’s hitting so perfectly. You decide that while you’d made this about him, you wanted to fulfill a fantasy of your own while you had the chance. You’d daydreamed of a certain scenario countless times over the weeks, one you intended to have come to life and turn out to be even better than you could have imagined.

“Fuck me over your desk, Mr. Miller,” you say, an extra bite on the last words, knowing he won’t correct you on his name this time. He growls, a noise deep in his throat at your words.

“Want me to bend you over ‘n fuck you right on this desk, d’ya?” Joel asks, not even allowing you to answer before pulling out of you. You brace yourself on the desk, hopping off and immediately turning around, standing up and pressing the entire length of your body back onto Joel’s. You reach an arm up around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, and he lets out a low hum, grinding into your back.

He doesn’t let it last, though, the tender kiss, before he pushes you down with the palm of his hand on your back, guiding you to rest with your ass out and body pressed low onto the desk. You pant hard, feeling slick gathering between your legs all over again at how close you are to fulfilling your ultimate fantasy with him.

Joel has no mercy, slamming his cock into you, and this angle is completely devastating, ready to ruin you at any moment as your legs immediately begin to shake when his cock hits against your walls hard. He thrusts into you over and over, and you can’t help but be anything but loud, moaning out his name and every expletive that comes to mind as you practically go wild over the way he pumps you so full each and every time. You feel tears sting your eyes, the release trying to build to a crescendo deep in your core.

One of Joel’s hands finds your clit, rubbing tight circles and you fold, completely undone at the large pad of his finger starting to coax your climax out of you.

“C’mon, let me feel you come on this cock, know you’ve been wantin’ to,” Joel says haughtily, and you give in to the sensation, letting the waves of practically transcendent pleasure overtake you as you come hard, screaming Joel’s name in the process.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna - “ Joel says in the midst of your writhing, moaning mess, before being cut off by his own orgasm being pulled from your pussy squeezing his cock. He quickly pulls out, letting himself spill onto your back with a few extra jerks of his cock, the ropes of cum warm on your skin. Joel breathes heavily, caught off guard by the intensity and quickness of his climax, knowing he nearly didn’t make it.

“Jesus, sugar, gonna make a man fuckin’ crazy with a pussy like that,” Joel purrs, using a tissue to begrudgingly clean up your back - he’d thought you’d looked much better all flushed and covered in his cum, and was already plotting a way to see it again and again.

You hum a satisfied sigh, turning back to look at him before sitting up and settling on the edge of the desk. “Glad I could help, boss,” you say teasingly, and Joel already feels another twitch in his cock at your toying with him. “You still stressed?” you ask, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“You’ve no fuckin’ idea…” Joel sighs. “Got a whole new set of problems now,” he says, looking you over with greedy eyes.

“Well, you know where to find me, if you ever need any help with that,” you say with a wink before hopping off the desk and breezing out of his office, daring a last look back at him.

#thanks to my beautiful coworkers for brainstorming this idea with me i love y'all #i kind of like this meanie boss joel he's kindaaaaaa #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #fic: boss!joel

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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Hello! Do you by chance have any recs for blood thinner side effect fics (for Buck), or just generally long-term effects of any of his injuries/lingering conditions?

Like (can I post links? Idunno, the title is “a hundred little pieces” by renecdote)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28948266

is absolutely incredible (highly recommend!) and I’m on the lookout. Thanks!

Hi! I've def got a few fics for you. Hope you enjoy!

These are all blood thinner related:

death by blood thinners by carefulren: Buck cuts his arm during a rescue, but he doesn't realize until Eddie walks in on him half-naked in the locker room and covered in blood.

Let That Lonely Feeling Wash Away by 221BSunsetTowers: After the fight with Eddie in the grocery store, Buck drops a glass jar and cuts his hand. Buck's just too tired, thinks he's just too tiring, to do anything but buy some gauze and plan on bandaging himself up at home. Buck's not really thinking about the blood thinners he's still on when the blood loss makes him collapse outside the store, right in front of Eddie.

Bleeding Isn't Optional for Most of Us by actually18pigeons Summary: In the midst of recovering from the leg injury, Buck relapses with self-harm, but the blood thinners make that a bit more of a problem than he anticipated. So what does he do as he's bleeding out on his bathroom floor? Call Eddie of course. Major self-harm trigger warning. Be careful please.

Shaving Gone Wrong by DawnNimbus Summary: Buck not paying attention at work before shift and cuts himself shaving. Eddie freaks out because of the blood thinners. Buck had forgotten to tell the team had been off them for a while.

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These are all Buck having chronic leg pain after being crushed under a firetruck:

Flare Up by actually18pigeons Summary: Off of a chronic pain prompt - Buck has a flareup sometime between healing from the accident and being reinstated. Pre-lawsuit, pre-Buddie (but there's definitely mutual feelings).

Attack from Behind by Shearmouth Summary: For Whumptober Day 6: "Stop, please." Most days, it's nothing. A twinge if he lands on it wrong, an ache during rainstorms. Other days, Buck can't breathe.

featherlight by rogerzsteven Summary: "Can you come over?" Buck asks over the phone— he pleas, and the tremble in his voice clenches Eddie's heart. "Where are you?" Eddie springs to his feet, grabbing his coat and keys in a rush, his brows knitted and face suddenly burning up. "Are you okay?" Eddie hears another choked out mewl over the line. "I'm— I'm home." "Are you okay?" "I'm—" Buck's words get cut off by a pained groan. "God, my—my leg— I c-can't get up." 1 time Buck tends to Eddie's shoulder pain and 1 time Eddie tends to Buck's leg pain. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Chronic Pain

eddie diaz saves the day by buckaroobuddie Summary: Buck's leg acts up as he's trying to rescue someone. Eddie's there to save the day. ---- Written for the prompt "Chronic pain"

cause i will be your safety by rogerzsteven Summary: "Is it your leg?" Eddie whispers as he gives Buck's shoulder blade a gentle squeeze. Buck nods his head without even lifting his face from the pillow and whimpers quietly. Eddie sits on the edge of the couch, wraps his fingers around Buck's leg and scoots closer so he can rest Buck's leg on his lap. "Hey." Eddie says when Buck tries to get his leg free from Eddie's touch. "Let me see." Buck has a leg cramp. Eddie helps him as he can. bad things happen bingo: crying into chest

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These are all post tsunami nightmares and panic attacks:

Fall On Me by lionheartedghost Summary: “You never used to go this way,” Eddie said. “It’s quicker to take a left back on Pine and go along by the ocean.” “This way’s quicker,” Buck said absently. “Cuts out the traffic.” “No it doesn’t.” Eddie looked at him carefully. “It just cuts out the beach.” Written for the promptabuddie prompt, "Eddie helps Buck deal with his fear of water following the tsunami."

Bring Me Back by Stennerd Summary: It's been months since the tsunami and Buck had been doing just fine. All it took was walking through water to bring it all crashing back.

Bucky bear by wolfypuppypiles Summary: Buck is still struggling with nightmares after the tsunami and Eddie and Christopher come up with a plan to help him feel safe at night.

Ghost in the night by wolfypuppypiles Summary: So, apparently one of the side effects of trauma can be sleepwalking. Yeah. Buck thought it was pretty weird too. Queue worry, angst, baby gates and pep talks :)

#911 #evan buckley #911 fox #fanfics #mod replies #mod post #mod's fic recs #fic recs #whump

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cornus27florida · 1 year

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x"D IDK what's this anymore : Episode 147th The BBQ (Barbeque) part 1

-> no Patreon leak image for the change, I forgor where and I feel it will be nice to have Curtis in appron (actually not the first time, we seen once before when Nell warning him about Gwen going to the barn with were-spider Prez inside) - as the first image of the post. Also I want do simple for the change

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Curtis looked nice with an apron there, but Syrah - he definitely won’t wear that apron `kiss the cook` you prepared ahahahah. Also foods in Whitney’s slumber party really banging it, if only I didn’t need to watch my calories intake (and diseases histories in my family lineage) - I’ll inhaled those perfectly cooked meat steaks, burger patties, french friends, cheeses and more! Also bag of chips sounds nice as well for warm welcome and nice barbeque >w<

Laverne really clings to Whitney ahahaha, very fluffy Llama kinda like a very warm and thick blanket that wrapped Whitney from his head to mid body with a very tight nuzzle there -> like many confused where Laverne's appendages where as it seems seeped inside to Whitney hahaha

Also nice to see NelLie again! and poor Renee, your best friend currently going to Pastel palace with likely headaches due to reading some diary in a rushing carriage without blinking there! -> Renee’s note kinda cute there:

Bernadette and the OP background character congratulating Prez’ that she didn’t turns to be were-spider this month, but Prez looks unhealthy (few waves of intense cramping and splitting headaches every minute of every day) - I really hope that she won’t be turned to be were-spider anytime, because that cursed transformation makes her uncontrollable unlike Monika when turned to be crow. Later on Prez looks healthy enough when giving a demonstration though.. so I think she kinda OK, and even if worse will happen (feels like want to enters period, I think the answer is for her taking the delaying period pills again -> the side effects could be much worse, but the most important thing is Prez could keep her mind and avoids to do things that uncontrollable for her (like, I know some wished for Leland to be killed by Prez in cursed form or something, but that’s not the answer as making Prez a murderer (even though we know how evil Leland is) will affecting her really greatly in bad ways).

Now Frederick’s time! Poor the tiniest prince with the tiniest voice and his worst enemy: terrifying skill of communication - and I try to react his interactions with CPC members in parts ; with the trio (Abbi, Syrah, Monika), Saffron, and Prez.

A) With the trio Abbi, Syrah, Monika: Frederick hesitated because he thinks he’ll ruin the good mood of them during the slumber party, but turns out they are also missing and wondering about Gwen’s too that hasn’t shown up since ‘the romantic, end-of-the-night rendezvous. Syrah’s comment ``We get it, you two lovebirds are probably making out every day and we’re not gonna pry`` makes me giddy in chuckles. But IG the misunderstanding with the trio due to Frederick’s reply in tomato face, ``I haven’t seen her at all! I’ve been locked in a dungeon by my dad ever since the gala!`` → made the trio think the reason that Frederick locked up is due to being grounded because something too intimate makes Frederick and Gwendolyn need to be separated.. <Hence the blushing face of the trio espc from Monika there>

Oh boi, if only that’s the case but the locked up is literal punishment by Leland to Frederick’s “failures” and to make sure he won’t mess things up again - This my attempt to find excuse of the somewhat seeming OOC-ness of the trio to not thinking that Frederick being locked up seriously, they simply misunderstanding things espc after Frederick outburst with red face telling that he never seen Gwen since the gala due to being locked up by his dad

B) With Saffron -> thanks a lot for being supportive, bro!

Sorry I have nothing much to say because it's distracted to Saffron's heart-shaped 'tattoo' - RIP Saffron's first date ;-;

C) With Prez -> sadly Prez still not grabbing the situation, but one thing I love is we finally have more deeper interactions between her and Frederick (like, I am counting the days when Frederick realizes from Prez retelling that Gwen shackled her own self-worth's opinion to him and his love - similar to what Lilyth does to Jackie) - she even saying things that total opposite of what Frederick used to hear (small, weak boy).

Well at least Frederick won't be throw up vomiting due to being 'flipped over by princesses' because he likely been days starved by Leland at the prison *smiling sadly in anguish*

=========================================== Theory's ramble portion - is about Frederick to his brothers

Frederick trying to explain that he ruined everything with Gwen (as he thinks he's the sole reason of all of her pains and sadness, when we know things actually more complex than that : blaming solely Frederick isn’t the answer) and there’s fights between Pastel princesses and Plaid princes - that he thinks because the awful thing that he did when first meeting Gwen (calling her ugly), but CPC already knew it - so it’s the reason why he got attacked when first meeting CPC

The trio still thinking Frederick misunderstanding things, but one thing is clear: he finally connected the dots of the reason Gwendolyn is the part of the CPC (ran down after crying heard that she’s called ugly - into the forest and stumbled upon CPC ‘really kind people that helped her in a lot of ways’ + Gwen confronted about it to him once already, but due to their poor communication skill - Gwen cutting the confrontation speeches while Freddie thinks she confronted him due to pulling off to cliff not the awful comment) and why CPC is so hostile towards him the first time they’re meet -> Agreed with comment that Freddie isn’t playing dumb during CPC intruder arc), he’s just truly dumb there (but to be fair on idiocy level, he’s smarter than Jackie because he realized what’s wrong about their love interest much quicker and also more aware of things around) TvT

Poor Frederick sprawled in the ground part 1

When Abbi reassure Freddie to chills out and forget everythings the night (even handed a bag of chips, that later on be comedic aspect as breathing bag for Freddie who got panic attack later on), Frederick stands up instantly and exclaimed there’s no time to chill - as Leland, Blaine, and Lance are on their way to Pastel palace to do something to the Pastel Princesses. He doesn’t know because purposely not getting in the plan, but I hope the conversations in the prison could helps Frederick to connecting dots which are; Leland want Frederick to stay back so his plan won’t be ruined anymore [but here we are with Frederick out there, the catalyst of Leland’s plan breakage], coming to the Pastel kingdom tonight is considered ‘an errand’ but there’s troop involved, everything that Plaid kingdom do is for power - the all-knowing power/the Omniscient Clam, the big event is tomorrow at Corduroy canyon and Frederick will be included.

The engagements were fake (told by Leland actually, and we know Blaine and Lance doesn’t give definite answer to how they actually feeling for the Princesses) -an act `of affections for few princesses`, their relationships for Leland is just some scheme for Plaid kingdom’s power grab → actually we know it’s more petty obsession to wrecking Jack

his brother told him themself, for the power grab by Leland

That’s one thing that Frederick (and us readers as well) could misunderstand, does Blaine and Lance really couldn’t care less about an alliance between the Pastel and the Plaid kingdom - or about Frederick? As at the Gala, CPC teamed up with Blaine and Lance to stop the bullies to harassing him.. but there’s concern which could make it or break it the piece of trust that Frederick to his brothers, which as the followings that Syrah said;

`Frederick's a part of the Plaid kingdom, and we'll rip the limbs off of anyone who interferes with the Plaid kingdom`

Because that statement will strengthen Frederick’s trust _if_ Blaine and Lance considers him as their precious little brother Poor, but will breaking the trust in dust _if_ Frederick spat out to not being part of Plaid’s kingdom anymore <which I feel the latter is likely that will happen due to me tend to be pessimistic, and Blaine that likely spat out that while Lance keep silent again/could he finally stands up for his lil’ bro?

-> Learning that CPC+Blaine+Lance might kill the bullies, Frederick fell to panic attack again and wondering if the bullies even still alive (imho doesn’t matter, as long the bullies out of the sight and never appears again)

Frederick sprawled in the ground part 2

===========================================I also want to talk about 2 biggest cockblocker in CPC history told in this episode: Saffron's cursed hand (fanon named: Thaddeus) & Curtis (for WhitnErnia ship) - haha poor them

Welp well like what Whitney's feeling, I feel now enough. ADIOS

I am leaving but if anyone want to interact anything be it comment - reblog - or anything, I am still there ><

#cursed princess club #spoiler #newest free pass episode of CPC #episode 147th the barbeque part 1 #mostly trying to be objective there but indeed poor Frederick

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WOLFSTAR: ROAD TRIP

(Road trip / camping / vacation)

Summer is here! Let me therefore present some wolfstar!road trip recs! There’s just something amazing about these kinds of marauders-on-vacation types of fics. I don’t know what it is, I just love them. So here we go!🚘🏕

Hard To Find, by accioromulus (13k)

The air conditioning is already broken, Sirius's back has been effectively glued to the leather seat via sweat, and this road-trip may have been a Very Bad Idea.

Definitely my fav road trip fic EVER. This is just sooooo beautiful, in every way. It’s so soft and sweet and cute and perfect and I love it. READ IT!🚘🚘

Harmonicas, Hinky-punks, and Heather, by @squidgilator (23k)

Sirius and Remus get stranded in Scotland on Order business, and decide to walk to Hogwarts. Featuring the Brontës, a harmonica, a shrinking tent, and some self-discovery.

A post-Hogwarts (first war) fic with absolutely no angst. This is incredibly sweet and funny, clever and well-written. Read it!

All Your Glory In Your Form, by ohkay (2k)

In the aftermath of Sirius leaving the Noble and Most Ancient Mausoleum of Black, things go a little sideways, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter think the beach will cure all ills.

Super short but such a sweet fic. In which after Sirius has been disowned, the boys go on a little vacation. Well worth your time!🌊🌊

Going As Planned, by lionturtles (2k)

Camping, drinking, awkward kissing.

Oh I like this one! I’ve read it so many times😍 It’s a very marauder-y fic (basically the boys being the idiots they all are). A campfire, marshmallows, a game of never have I ever - what more could you need? 🔥⛺️

One for the road, by rojohbi (4k)

Piling into the car was uncomfortable and cramped, but there was something oddly satisfying about sitting on ratty blankets in the backseat, a box of fresh comfort food at his feet and Sirius’ legs splayed over his lap as the other backseat-inhabitant nestled himself into the corner and almost immediately began snoring. James met his eyes through the rearview, and this time when he saw the knowing smile, Remus smiled right back.

This fic was such a pleasant surprise! It’s a short fic, but at the same time it kinda feels like a longer fic. Gorgeous! A little angsty (but ofc with a happy ending), with a lot of Remus doubting himself. It also has so much feeling - it’s beautifully written, and kinda makes me wanna go on road trip. And the pining! Sweet lord, it was wonderful! I definitely recommend this fic🚘

Heat, by LadyAmina (2k)

The summer air is too warm. The campfire isn't helping. Neither is Sirius's head in his lap. Neither is the burning blood in his veins. Remus is overwhelmed and something has to give.

A cute little camping-fic in which Remus gets a li’l jealous, when James and Sirius discuss girls (how could that be???)🥰🔥🏕

June, And Other Natural Disasters, by montparnasse (6k)

Sirius talks, begs, and bribes Remus into a spontaneous trip to Brighton the summer of their graduation. Remus loses all sense of direction; Sirius loses his shirt; Remus kisses the last moth-eaten vestiges of his sanity a long, sloppy goodbye.

This is not as much fluffy, as it is sexy🔥🔥 Honestly, it’s a little too smutty for my taste - but it’s still very good! If you’ve read anything by montparnasse before, you know that they write really well. So, if you’d like to read a well written vacation-fic full of sexual tension, then this is the fic for you!🏖

Camping, Comfort, and Clichés, by oliverdalstonbrowning (5k)

Remus goes on a camping trip with his friends, and discovers all the comfort and clichés that go with it.

Very cute!! I just love a fic in which Remus is pining - it’s everything I need in life. Go read it!⛺️⛺️

the private kind of purple, by greenscape (6k)

Post-grad summer. They are reaching for things they cannot name.

Or, it's four days out of Hogwarts and Sirius and Remus go wild camping in Scotland.

This. Is. Beautiful. Quite painful, to be honest, but so damn beautiful. It’s tagged with the very appropriate tag “light on the camping heavy on the angst”, which I’d say is very fitting. But oh, you have to read it! Just... the prose! Everything! I don’t know what more to say except give you this little snippet:

“But now Sirius is asking, not telling, and Remus is tired, and the tent is dark, so dark, and they are the only two people in the world, surely. And Remus wants Sirius more than he wants to be back at Hogwarts. More, even, than he wants to be fully human.”

tomorrow, when the world is free, by waynebruce (2k)

Sirius, in a tour-guide voice: “The White Cliffs of Dover, part of the North Downs formation, is the region of English coastline facing the Strait of Dover and France. The cliff face, which reaches a height of 110 metres, owes its striking appearance to the composition of chalk accented by streaks of black flint-”

“Padfoot, mate, you never told us you could read,” says James. Sirius whacks the back of his head with the guidebook.

Such a beautifully written road trip! A pre-slash fic in which Remus pines a lot.

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out, by @wanderingbandurria (2,4k)

Sirius might have a plan on the summer before seventh year that might not be completely legal. And he might invite Remus to partake in it. And Remus - he might says yes and find himself being Sirius' getaway car in an unexpected road trip through the countryside.

Or, a summer road trip leads to Sirius and Remus to review their feelings for the other.

A different kind of road trip! In which the boys are friends with benefits, and thus are pining away because of their inability to communicate… stupid lovely little boys! This little fic is absolutely wonderful.

That’s it, friends! I hope you enjoy, and that you’re having a lovely summer so far<3

xx Elliot🌸

#wolfstar #r/s #r/s rec #r/s reclist #wolfstar reclist #camping #summer #roadtrip #vacation #holiday #traveling #fluff #smut

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Technicolor Familiar Watches Too Many Conrad Veidt Movies Part 1 of ?

Apropos of nothing, I find myself wading around waist deep in Conrad Veidt's filmography, at least the titles I can easily find online.

I've been writing down my mostly brief impressions after each movie, mainly for my own entertainment since I know exactly zero other people who would care lol. I actually created a Mastodon account especially for this purpose, since my primary socials aren't really for this sort of thing. But the character limit on Mastodon is seriously cramping my style, so I'm going to be annoying about this on Tumblr, my self-imposed blog expectations be damned.

I'm not doing plot summaries, but there are spoilers. I'm not watching these movies in any particular order other than what I'm in the mood for on any given day. I'm half trying to keep the thirst levels to a minimum, but no promises; all bets were off after watching A Woman's Face. And tbh, this whole thing has turned into an Emotional Support / Coping Mechanism / Escapism Tactic because hoo boy is my brain bad these days. But be forewarned, I'm not a writer, I'm not a film critic. I just like movies and turns out I like Conrad Veidt a lot too. I'd probably have more and better things to say about a lot of these upon a second or third watch.

So as of late November, I'm 15 films deep with a lot more to go. I'm thinking about splitting this up into multiple posts, maybe like 5ish films/post. Originally I was going to see how many of these movies can I watch before the end of 2023. But I'm just going to keep going until I run out of available titles or I get sick of Connie's face (unlikely).

The Man Who Laughs, 1928 Dir. Paul Leni ⭐4.5/5 Watched mid-Oct, Archive.org Nothing could have prepared me for this. Of course I was aware of TMWL, but more vaguely than I guess I realized. It's really ahead of its time. The production quality is astounding, it's an absolutely beautiful film. The whole cast is pretty great, too. The Duchess? Total smoke show. Homo the Dog? Queer icon. And Connie really swings for the fences emotionally and physically as Gwynplaine. Bear in mind, this is literally only the third Conrad Veidt movie I've ever seen (other than the basic, intro level Cabinet of Dr Caligari and Casablanca), so I was really floored by what he's able to do in this role with the use of really only half his face. There are several wonderfully haunting and heartbreaking visuals and moments throughout the nearly 2 hour runtime that will stay with me long after watching. Half a star got knocked off because the score was a little bombastic and there were one too many clowns for me personally. But those are small complaints for what may otherwise be a pretty perfect film.

Unheimliche Geschichten (Eerie Tales), 1919 Dir. Richard Oswald ⭐3/5 Watched mid-Oct, Archive.org A romp. The version I watched had no soundtrack at all, making for a totally silent viewing experience. The vignette structure and old school effects are fun. I enjoyed seeing Anita Berber in action although maybe I was expecting more because of all the hype surrounding her/her image. But Connie, Anita, and Reinhold Schünzel seem like they had a good time working on this project. "The Black Cat" and "The Suicide Club" were my favorite sections (and I actually watched this when I was in the middle of Netflix's The Fall of the House of Usher, so yay for extra Poe content in the spookiest month). As for Connie Content, what can I say, he's stunning.

The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari, 1920 Dir. Robert Wiene ⭐3.5/5 Watched Oct 17, Archive.org I went hard with the silent era when I started this journey. Caligari was my intro to Conrad Veidt almost 15 years ago, and as a lapsed goth art student, I remember being bewitched by his strange and off-putting presence on screen. My rating for this one is kind of low compared to how undoubtedly iconic and important of a film it is. It could have been my mood but upon rewatching, but the story fell a little flat for me. I did like the updated score in the version I watched, and I would love to see this one on the big screen maybe with a live orchestra some day.

Orlacs Hände (The Hands of Orlac), 1924 Dir. Robert Wiene ⭐4/5 Watched Oct 17, Archive.org Loved. It's so horny and bizarre (the scene with the maid crawling on the floor? same, girl, same). And visually the most pre-David Lynch Lynchian-looking movie I've ever seen. The shots that linger on highly stylized, cavernous, empty rooms before a character enters? So David Lynch. I'm also a big fan of the psychological body horror and crime thriller genre mashup. It's got twists, it's got turns. Conrad Veidt's your man if you ever needed a Hand Actor. Like the handsiest Hand Actor who ever had a pair of hands. Someone who could really work those mitts.

A Woman's Face, 1941 Dir. George Cukor ⭐4.5/5 Watched Oct 18, Vudu & TCM Jumping way forward in Connie's career. This movie did things to me. This was, I think, the point of no return. It's extremely underrated, I'm legitimately surprised I'd not heard of it before diving down this rabbit hole. That said, it is strange and pretty spicy for a Hays Code era picture. It's so good, I actually watched it twice (it aired on TCM as a part of their creepy cinema series). Visually beautiful and narratively interesting, if maybe a little long despite the rushed ending. Shout out to Joan Crawford for giving what's probably the best performance of hers, at least that I've seen (Mildred Pierce who?). And then there's nasty, nasty Conrad Veidt. He very nearly steals the movie from Joan, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He's beautiful, he's TALL, he's scary. Genuinely shocked he doesn't have second billing. But what else can I say about his Torsten Barring that hasn't already been said more eloquently by others? It's such a great character, and I believe he said it was one of his favorites during his entire 100+ film career. A Woman's Face is the only title on this list so far where immediately after watching I wanted to buy the dvd. Ugh, we deserved several more decades of Connie in roles like this.

I'll probably post the next few one day soon, where I finally get into some titles from the 1930s.

#my writing #conrad veidt #the man who laughs #eerie tales #the cabinet of doctor caligari #the hands of orlac #a woman's face

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Maybe a Blair appendicitis one?

And Another Anon requested: could you do an appendicitis fic for blair where she mistakes it for bad period cramps but eventually dakota forces her to the emergency room? i love your fics!!

Because it's Thanksgiving weekend for all us Canadians, I figured I'd post this now since it's relevant.

CW: Major medical problem, mentions of hospital, and graphic description of vomiting!

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The pain rose steadily throughout the morning and into the afternoon. It rose in intensity but sank deeper into Blair’s belly the more she moved. By noon, she had to waddled to the bathroom to change tampons. Every step there made the throbbing worse. Blair managed to make it out of the bathroom alive. She had lots of practice in dealing with the nauseating sensations. Yes, it was hell, but a familiar hell—the kind of hell she had to walk through nearly every month. By this point in her life, she was best friends with the ruler themselves.

Still, she couldn’t help but wince and hug her stomach as she walked down the hall. Dakota’s sudden presence in the narrow space made her jump. Being startled caused all the muscles in her stomach and back to tense up. More shooting pains, yay! She held onto the wall for support.

“Ah God, Kota, you scared me,” she said through clenched teeth.

“You’re the one scaring me,” he said, taking in her hunched over posture, “I can hear you moaning in pain from the bedroom. I’m guessing the heating pad didn’t work.”

“Yeah no,” she wheezed out.

“But it’s shaped like an elephant.”

“Surprisingly—” she paused to breathe and curse her uterus, “—that had no effect on its usefulness.”

“Well, did you see that the elephant has polka dots on it?” He smiled, but it was forced. “Maybe that’s the key to making it work.”

Blair patted his arm and waddled passed him. “I don’t think humour can fix this one.”

He followed after her. “This is a bad one, Bee. I’ve never seen you in so much pain.”

Blair fell back onto the bed and assumed the fetal position. “That’s because you didn’t know me in grade ten.”

“Regardless,” Dakota said as he came to sit on the edge on the bed, “You’re not doing well, babe.” He wiped the sweat from her brow with the washcloth he left on the bedside table. It wasn’t cold anymore. Her skin was warm, probably from lying in bed all day. The sheets were damp with sweat as well.

“Should I let Micah and Alexi know we can’t make it tonight?” he asked, trying to forget about the comforting meal that all their friends would have without then.

It was Thanksgiving, but Blair couldn’t find anything to be thankful for in that moment. She kept telling Dakota to be thankful that he didn’t have a temperamental organ that tore down its walls each new moon.

Despite her current mood and pain level, she shook her head. “No, don’t cancel our plans. Period cramps or not, I am eating some fucking mashed potatoes tonight and nothing can stop me.”

“Honey, there’s literally a puke bucket by my feet right now.”

“And it’s empty, isn’t it?” Blair was happy that she hadn’t needed to use the bucket, but she wasn’t thrilled that it had to be there in the first place. The nausea remained a dull constant. It hadn’t pushed her over the edge, and she planned to keep it that way.

Thanksgiving meant good food, and nausea wasn’t about to ruin that. There was going to be six of them at the dinner. The hosts, Micah and Alexi, were making the turkey and a green bean casserole. Madix and Riley were bringing the stuffing, glazed carrots, and apple pie. And Dakota and Blair were bringing the mashed potatoes, the gravy, and pumpkin pie. Fine, fine, Thanksgiving was also about appreciating loved ones, yeah, yeah. But potatoes! That was something to be thankful for.

So much food and Blair’s stomach was a tight ball of knots. She wanted to scream into her pillow. As much as she tried to play it off, this was a bad time for cramps. But it was also a really weird one. The pain was sitting higher than usual and seemed to favor one side over the other. But Blair was in too much discomfort to compare and contrast her period pain from the last decade. All she knew was that her belly was throbbing like every other time that this retched week came upon her.

“We’re supposed to be there in three hours, right?” she asked.

“Yeah.” Dakota watched her curl into a ball of misery. “But we don’t—”

“Yes, we do,” she interrupted, “I’m going to nap for two hours and then I’ll be good.”

“But—”

“Wake me up an hour before we have to leave.”

Dakota sighed, defeated. It wasn’t as if he could put up a fight. It was Blair’s body, and she knew what she could endure. The closest he ever came to understanding was when he had appendicitis. That had been the worse pain of his life, so he hoped Blair’s pain was nothing like that.

…

By 3pm everybody had arrived at Micah and Alexi’s house. The space was warmly lit and smelt like pumpkins from the candles burning in the living room. That was where they found themselves once everyone had set their dishes in the kitchen.

Madix and Riley looked dashing, sitting next to each other on the smaller couch. They both wore nice shirts for the occasion. Alexi had gotten dresses up as well and forced Micah to do the same. Of course, Micah didn’t last twenty minutes before throwing a hoodie over his better clothes.

“What?” he said when Alexi shot him a look. “I’m cold and this isn’t church.”

“Right, what did you call this?” Alexi asked.

“Friends-giving.” Micah said happily. “No homophobic relatives here.” He met Riley’s gaze on that last part.

“The house looks amazing, by the way,” Riley added, eager to move the conversation towards something light-hearted. He was right. The pumpkins outside greeted them at the door, and autumn themed decorations added warm colours to the interior.

Alexi rolled his eyes playfully at his boyfriend. “Micah went a little crazy at the décor store.”

“We’re glad you did,” Madix said to Micah.

Dakota was having trouble concentrating on the conversation because he could smell the food that his friends had prepared. Blair was having trouble as well because a knife was twisted into her abdomen. The two of them were being oddly quiet.

Blair did not have much energy to partake in the festivities. She felt guilty about huddling in the corner, but she couldn’t focus on anything other than the pain that radiated from her belly button. The nausea that had seemingly disappeared after her nap was back. And it was sharp. The pain too was no longer dull, but piercing.

There came an opportune moment when everyone was looking at the pictures from Micah and Alexi’s recent road trip, that Blair could shuffle to the bathroom. This way no one would ask her why she walked like the hunchback of Notre Dame.

She cradled her stomach, careful not to make big movements. She slowly lowered herself onto the floor by the toilet, certain that she wasn’t going to succeed at keeping the nausea at bay. Her vision swam as ripples of discomfort lapped at her insides. She imagined someone had dropped a stone in her belly and now rings of pain undulating from that sore spot.

The nausea spiked when an intense spasm of pain took over. She gagged over the toilet, feeling faint and hot. Sweat prickled at the back of her neck as she retched. The vomit splattered into the water below. The sound of her own heaving echoed in her ears, which morphed into a high ringing. Another gag tore up her throat. With each throbbing pulse, more of her stomach’s contents rushed up her throat.

Blair wanted to text Dakota, but her aching stomach made that impossible. The only thing she could do was whimper on the floor. The fact that no one came to the bathroom meant that they couldn’t hear her suffering.

But back in the living room, Dakota sensed that something was wrong. Blair had been gone too long. He was just about to check on her when Alexi stood up.

“Shall we start eating now?” he asked.

The fact Dakota wasn’t the one to mention food showed just how worried her was for his absent fiancée. “Blair’s not back from the bathroom yet.”

“Oh, no worries,” Alexi sat back down, “we’ll wait.”

“Actually,” Dakota was the one to stand now, “I think I’ll go check on her.”

Dakota’s heartrate sped up when he neared the bathroom. The sound of heaving came from the other side of the door. He knocked and let himself in. She was, as he expected, vomiting over the toilet. “Oh Bee, I’m here. I’m so sorry.”

He was sorry for all the mashed potatoes that she wasn’t going to be eating. He was sorry for the tears streaking down her face. He was sorry for the protective way she wrapped her arms around her torso.

“Gah,” Blair let out a thick sigh. The taste of sick filled her mouth. She spat into the water. “My belly hurts so bad, Kota. I can’t.”

“Shh, shh, I know.” He brushed her hair away from her face. Her skin was on fire. He was going to say something when she cried out in pain and fell back against his chest. “My God, Bee. What can I do?”

She just whimpered and hugged herself.

“Aw, baby,” Dakota enveloped her in his arms.

The only thing he could think to do was rub her stomach. He started low, knowing that was where the pain radiated from. When she didn’t protest his touch, he kept going. He pressed his palm and his fingertips into the soft skin of her stomach, moving back and forth across her midriff. He pressed his fingers into the left side, the middle, and the—

Blair gasped out loud and went rigid in his arms. Her cry was so loud that Dakota froze. The sudden outburst had terrified him, and he was scared to touch her again.

“Blair, I don’t like this,” he said, his tone more serious than it’s ever been. “I think we need to go to the hospital.”

“No,” she whined. “I can’t go to the hospital for cramps.”

“This can’t just be cramps.”

Dakota shook his head. They had to do something. Her face shone with sweat and seemed to hold a permanent grimace. But she didn’t move; she stayed curled on his lap.

“Maybe we should—” he began but was interrupted by a knock at the bathroom door.

“Is everything okay?” It was Madix. “We heard a yell.”

Thank fuck, Dakota thought. He called for Madix to come in.

Madix took in the scene: Blair whimpering in Dakota’s arms, shivering and tensing in pain. The smell of vomit in the air. Dakota’s terrified look in his eyes.

“Tell me what’s happening.” Madix knelt on the floor with them.

“She’s in so much pain, Mads.” Dakota looked to his friend as if they were drowning. “Please help. I think we need to go to the hospital, but Blair thinks it’s just cramps.”

“It is just cramps,” Blair insisted weakly.

Dakota shook his head so fast he thought his head would fly off. “I pushed on her stomach, and she yelled, and, and I think—I think she has a fever. She’s burning up, Mads, what do we do?”

“Alright, slow down,” Madix said calmly. “Take a deep breath. Kota, I’m talking to you too.”

Madix forced them both to inhale deeply. He waited until they finished their slow and controlled exhales before getting closer. “Good,” he said, reaching a hand out. “Blair, can I touch your stomach?”

She hesitated, but then nodded.

Madix lifted her shirt to expose her belly. He started with light palpations, moving around the area. “I’m going to press a little harder, okay?” When she nodded, he continued.

Without rushing, but with a knowing look in his eyes, he moved towards the right side of her belly. He pressed into her abdomen and quickly removed his hands, glancing at her expression as he did so.

But Madix did not need to watch her expression for signs of pain because as soon as he stopped applying pressure, she cried out again. “Stop, stop,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.

“Okay, no more. That’s it.” He raised his hands as if in surrender. He watched Blair’s body relax as much as it could with the pain still pulsing throughout.

He rubbed his hand over his mouth out of habit as he thought. He glanced up at Dakota who still looked helpless. The two of them had scars on their abdomens that Blair very much did not. “Blair, you do need to go to the hospital,” he told her. “It’s likely appendicitis.”

"Ugh God," Blair moaned, burrying her face in Dakota's lap.

“Right. Okay,” Dakota looked down at his poor fiancée. “You ready to stand up, babe?”

“No.” But she lifted herself off Dakota’s lap anyway. Her arms and legs wobbled. “Help me.”

“Oh, I’m not letting you go,” Dakota said obstinately. “You’re going to be so tired of my help by the end of this.”

Madix helped her stand as well and guided the two of them out of the bathroom. “We’re taking my car. I’m driving.”

“You don’t have to—” Dakota started, but Madix put a hand on his shoulder.

“Dude, you’re shaking.” Madix shook his head. “I swear, you two are the most stubborn people on the planet, and somehow you ended up together.”

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life update: i overheard that they’re thinking they’re gonna have to keep me here until at least october. ive been having some really bad episodes (and just genuinely not been doing good) im usually not online much when im having an episode but if you see a frantic and/or concerning post, don’t worry, it’s just what i deal with. i’m still denying the antipsychotics, they barely work for me and the side effects are hell (and i can’t have alcohol lmao) luckily, i legally have the right to deny it. being cramped up and away from home honestly makes things worse, but it was an involuntary admission so im stuck here for as Lonny as they think i need it. the therapists here are wonderful, though a few of them act like they’re afraid of me or something. schizophrenia is still so stigmatized today and it really hurts (hateful anons im looking at you and i will be replying to all of you tonight and you can have a piece of my mind) im basically living off radical face, the smiths, and judy collins right now.

on a happier note, ive made some friends, however most of them are short-term stays so we lose contact pretty quickly, but it’s nice to have some companionship.

my family and friends have been visiting occasionally. it’s mainly my brother, bless his heart. he’s been spending as much time as he can with me. he’s really helping me through this. he’s able to communicate with the nurses better than i and he’s been nothing but an advocate for me to make sure i get what helps me best.

thats about it for now.

HATE ANONS I AM WORKING ON REPLIES

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queen-erika-the-songful · 2 years

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Random thoughts on the Tangled cruise musical after watching it for the first time in several years.

The new opening song “Flower of Gold” is excellent and probably the best of the 3 new songs. I wish the Sage had been brought back for the kingdom scene or the ending but I guess we don’t really need him post-prologue so it’s fine.

Gothel’s quick change is awesome. A simple but cool effect. I love quick changes in general so of course I like this one.

The projector effects are really good in this show.

The set design is also really good. Rapunzel’s tower is so immaculately detailed considering it’s only 3 cut panels and some props. I really like the town square in Corona as well.

LOVED that they found a way to use the cut extended opening of “When Will My Life Begin?”. It fits perfectly in the show. Same goes with the first initial reprise, which was on the soundtrack but not in the film.

Rapunzel’s dress in the show is so much better than the one in the movie. It’s this pretty peachy-orange color that fades into purple, like a sunset. The white lantern-style sleeves are also a great change.

Max’s puppet is really well done. Too bad they couldn’t make Pascal work too. He is way too small though so I understand the decision to cut him.

“Wanted Man” is super catchy and a great substitute for the action sequence that gets Eugene to Rapunzel.

The overall way they re-wrote a lot of the scenes to fit the cramped 1-hour timeframe flow pretty well. The ones that work best are Gothel leaving for Rapunzel’s present right after “Mother Knows Best” and the way they moved Eugene’s name reveal to the campfire scene.

I like the big dance break in “I’ve Got a Dream”, and it showed that that song could make a great Act 1 ender, but they could’ve just cut the dance break to give a bit more room to the other scenes.

Rapunzel keeps calling Eugene “Flynn” until the final tower scene which I really did not like but maybe the actress just flubbed those lines or it was a writing oversight.

Like “Wanted Man”, “When She Returns” is a good substitute for the kingdom montage. It’s not as iconic as that scene, and the song isn’t as memorable as “Kingdom Dance”, but still a good one. It works really well for the stage show.

“I See the Light” looks great on stage. I myself would’ve used more lanterns earlier in the song but it’s still overall very pretty. I bet it was just magical to see in person.

The way they turned the Realization scene into a mini-song using the tune to “I See the Light” was SUCH a good choice! “I See the Light” itself is already a double meaning, Rapunzel finally gets to see the literal lights and then she and Eugene “see the light that” is their feelings for each other and seeing each other as their New Dream. NOW it’s a third meaning, Rapunzel “sees the light” and figures out she’s the lost princess. I like the way they have the little hidden suns light up on set like in the movie.

They do a similar thing with the Escape scene by having the Snuggly Duckling Thugs come in and rescue Eugene with a reprise of “I’ve Got a Dream”. It’s a bit clunkier than the last scene but still works as a transition back into the tower.

I don’t like that they changed the Captain’s attitude about Eugene’s hanging. In the movie, he seemed almost regretful, like he thought it was too harsh a punishment despite how long he’d been after the elusive Flynn Rider and the fact that he stole such a precious treasure. In the stage show he laughs about it like he’s been waiting for it. No thank you.

They did a great job with the hair cutting scene. There’s a second hidden wig under the first, which I kind of expected, but then one of the other parts of the hair ALSO has a hidden second layer that’s brown so Gothel can hold it up and scream “What have you done??”. Then they just have her fall out of the tower in shock instead of being tripped by Pascal. It’s all done in slow-mo too to help the drama and give the actress time to rip her wig off.

They light the suns in the tower again for the healing scene, which again works so well. It’s not easy to translate the teardrop healing Eugene onto the stage, but I think they pulled it off here.

I absolutely adore that they end the Finale medley with a reprise of “When Will My Life Begin” and change the lyric to “Now’s when our lives begin”. That’s just too perfect and if they HADN’T done that, it would have been a missed opportunity.

They give Rapunzel a version of her movie dress as her “princess dress” which...yeah it really doesn’t look that great on stage. But at least it’s just for the finale and I guess it works symbolically.

So that was a fun watch in general. Made me remember what parts of Tangled that I still like despite being more cynical towards it. I think I’ll stick to this version for other re-watches, even with the things I didn’t like them changing. It’s just done so well for a stage musical that they had to condense from a 90-minute movie. Visually great and the actors were all very good (Rapunzel and Gothel especially). I think it would be a good gateway musical to introduce your kids to as well.

#tangled #musicals

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floofe-trans-doggie · 6 months

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Thoughts on the TF2 Zombie Infection update we just got: Overall, pretty good, but I think they leaned too far into the rebalancing in favor of the zombies.

The changes to Engineer and Demoknight were good, really good. Those classes were very oppressive in the original version of the gamemode, and I'm glad they got much-needed nerfs. Engineer stacking is still too strong, but that's a serious problem with the class that the base game hasn't solved, either. Generally I think enough players find Engineer really boring that unless you're up against a really sweaty team or people doing it for the bit, you're not too likely to find more than one or two Engineers on a team, though it does vary from server to server.

The elephant in the room (aside from Heavy, we'll get to him) is, in my opinion, the overall health increase zombies got. I think this was an awful change. The specific mechanic reworkings already helped swing things more in the zombies' favor, and honestly aside from Engineer and Demoknight, who were themselves already decently nerfed in this update, the humans were already at a disadvantage. This change just swings things in favor of the zombies without adding much mechanical depth, and combined with the mechanical changes honestly really hurts the balance of the game.

Zombie Spy's new cloaking ability is a good addition. It doesn't make him too powerful, since you can still see the particle effects on him, but it helps with the Engineer problem since it prevents sentries from targeting him.

Zombie Soldier is overtuned. On open maps such as Woods, he's one of the most played zombie classes now, and he's extremely difficult to avoid without a sentry around to push them back, which if anything just makes Engineer more essential. I think on their own the height increase and timer cooldown on his pounce ability are both perfectly fine, but put together they make him an absolute menace who is impossible to avoid, especially with an extra 15 health, which I really do not think he needed.

Zombie Sniper's changes were mostly good. Being able to damage buildings with his acid spit now is excellent for breaking Engineer strongholds, especially on Atoll, and it's a great way to balance the game without changing his mechanics too much. The acid pool dropped on death, however, isn't the best in my opinion. It only activates on death, so it doesn't add too much depth to the gameplay on the Sniper's end, and in more cramped maps (especially Devastation), it can be required to walk through in order to flee once you've already killed him, which usually deals at least 50 damage, which I don't think is terribly fun to play against. I also think it infringes on Zombie Pyro's gimmick a bit. I don't hate it, but I don't love it.

Zombie Pyro's changes were great. He was really really bad initially with his lower damage and afterburn reliance, and now he has more going for him. Not dropping a health pack on death is a no-brainer that I'm glad they added; it prevents you from just negating his afterburn, the one thing he does, by just picking it up and adds to the post-mortem killer theme he has going on. The fireball igniting people right away is also quite nice; it's not too strong, but it helps a lot since the Gas Passer cloud almost never does anything. He still kinda sucks on maps with a lot of water, though, which is most of them. A swim speed buff might be nice, to sort of reference the Pyroshark playstyle and give him use cases on these maps.

Zombie Heavy is downright overpowered. He's meant to break strongholds with brute force, which is why he's immune to knockback, has a high health pool, and deals a ton of damage. However, he's way overtuned. Sentries already got nerfed this update, so his additional resistances to it from the Battalion's Backup buff, while nice, aren't as necessary, and the remaining damage resistances, when paired with his high health pool, makes him almost impossible to kill alone. That being said, he obviously has a very slow move speed. One Heavy on his own isn't going to do much if you're moving around the map and engaging with the gameplay. However, there aren't class limits (and I don't think they'd be a good solution anyway). If there's a lot of Zombie Heavies, running away really isn't an option anymore, and he's way too strong to fight. Especially on more enclosed maps like Devastation, he's absurdly strong, and not just against Engineer compounds. If anything, the constant threat of Heavies running around (because everyone is using Heavy now that he's far and away the best class on maps without high ground spots he can't reach at all) actually makes people group up more to avoid him because focus fire from a large group is really the only way to take him down without getting picked off by someone else while trying to fight him. Additionally, crit immunity means the mini-crits and full crits obtained by the final few survivors are completely useless against him, so if anyone picks Heavy and you're the last survivor, you have even less of a chance than you already had. He's like the tank from L4D, which was of course the goal with him. Except unlike the tank from L4D, there's no limit on how many of him you can have. Every single zombie can be a tank. It just feels like they didn't consider stacking or team play at all in designing these changes. What's more is that with the changes to Zombie Sniper and Zombie Engineer, he actually isn't as necessary for busting Engineer nests now anyway. Zombie Heavy is the biggest balance issue in the entire mode right now, and I hope they revert the changes to some extent or at least tone it down.

Zombie Engineer's changes were really good. Adding direct damage to the EMP Grenade ability is great; it increases its utility and annihilates mini-sentries. Zombie Engineer is already a pick with the sole utility of destroying Engineer nests, and it's good that they're making him better at that job.

Zombie Scout's changes were honestly unnecessary. Maybe it was just because he was the only one who could keep up with Demoknight, but he was already one of the better choices before. He's far more maneuverable than the regular Scout with his higher speed and triple jump, and I think the changes tipped him from being in a very nice balance of fragility and maneuverability that made him fun and fair to fight to being a bit overtuned in a lot of ways and difficult to deal with. And need I add that since Engineer counters him pretty heavily, making him stronger only further incentivizes more people to play Engineer, which if anything is the biggest thing to avoid in balancing this gamemode.

The only map I want to touch on here is Devastation. This map does not play very well, and it did not take the balance changes well at all. Its tight corridors already catered really well to the zombies, and with the balance tipped heavily in their favor, it's now nearly impossible to survive unless the survivors can camp out the initial few zombies without losing anyone to their ranks at the start, which makes the gameplay on this map very binary and not as fun as the other maps. I can't really judge it too harshly, though, since Zombie Heavy's changes were really overtuned, and the tight corridors and low ceilings of this map really cater to Zombie Heavy already. If he weren't so blatantly overpowered, I think the map might actually play well, albeit being more difficult to survive on than the others.

Oh and I'm glad they fixed the Zombie Demoman bugs. Kinda. I've still seen some invincible Zombie Demomen running around.

Overall, while I do like this update, I think it was too heavy-handed. They laid on the buffs too thick too quickly, and while most buffs on their own would've been fine, all in conjunction they make the gamemode feel unfair most of the time. Still, it's at least interesting, and it definitely is still very fun even if it isn't terribly fair.

And one last thought before I close this out, I just really hope this mode sticks around after Halloween ends. Vscript gamemodes like this are the lifeblood of TF2's future, and I don't say that lightly. Prior to their introduction with VSH in the Summer 2023 update, we hadn't gotten any significant new gameplay mechanics or content since Jungle Inferno with the last batch of balance changes and weapons. Now, we're getting tons of new modes and a lot of new maps like Crasher and Perks with great, unique twists on existing modes. To take Zombie Infection, which is the most fun I've had in years playing this game, and make it limited to one month out of the year, would be the game shooting itself in the foot in terms of reason to keep playing it. Also seriously just give us a community gamemodes tab in the casual map selection menu, it'd make VSH stop cluttering up the misc tab with 4 whole maps and also pave the way for smoothly implementing other unique new modes.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #zombie infection #tf2 zombie infection

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shadowsatdawn · 1 year

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I just wanted to say something with the growing number of videos I’ve seen about the changing terms to be more inclusive for transgender people especially when it comes to pregnancy.

Why can’t it be like

We can be inclusive without erasing woman issues and sense of self. Like hospital staff can just ask which terms you’d prefer to use. And what someone uses in their own house doesn’t effect others so use ether breast or chest feeding but don’t force it on anyone else.

And on a similar topic and the reason I’m posting this here instead of any other social media because I don’t have my friend I’m going to talk about on here.

Now this friend is a very close friend, we often joke about being the same person with our likes and interests and timing for saying the same joke. But like all close people we had a little fight once and it boggled my mind how it started.

We’re both female but I’m cisgender and she’s transgender, and to be clear there is nothing wrong about her being trans. But it’s the conversation we had.

My period was bad one day while we were working my cramps were so horrendous I was practically doubled over in pain the whole shift and I already walk with a cane for a knee issue. I in exasperation and needing to vent said “god I can’t stand this anymore I want this bloody uterus gone.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say because she went off on me about how not having a uterus and not being able to have biological kids is a really dysmorphic thing for trans women. Which I wholeheartedly get and understand, but it doesn’t erase the pain I’m in and pretty much in every month, my uterus has never been kind to me. It has put me in so much pain it makes it harder to breathe, I’ve thrown up from the cramps, before I got my IUD my periods were so heavy it was crazy.

So all I say is that Transgender and Cis woman can exist in the same spaces but please stop trying to erase our pain and suffering and our struggles.

#personal rant #lgbtqia #lgbt #transgender #woman #period pain

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bagelwithcreamcheeseandham · 1 year

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medical issues dump

Every medical issue i can think of at the moment. This is mostly a vent post.

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I have hypermobility in my joints that causes pain mostly in my knees, hips, wrists, and to a lesser degree, my ankles, elbows, and shoulders (not really much back pain, thank god).

With my knees and hips, it can make it painful to walk. Most of the time I'm in no pain at all and I can walk/run/whatever perfectly fine. But when it hurts, I have to walk with a bit of a limp. There was only one occasion, though, where it was so bad I was scared to walk at all and I kinda limp-hopped around the house for a few days until it got better. I've considered getting a cane, but really I don't think I'm in enough pain that often to warrant one.

The issue with my wrists upsets me more, though. For background: I've dreamed of doing gymnastics/cheer since I was a kid but it was too expensive. It is one of my few life goals to do a back handspring. Finally in college, I joined the cheer team. And only a couple months in, I learned the hard way that hypermobility lends to easier sprains. I sprained both my wrists practicing (spotted) back handsprings. It takes a longer time to heal with hypermobile joints too. Even a year after that happened, I still felt the effects when I put too much strain on my wrists. This specifically really destroys me inside. But it's whatever. I don't care if I break both arms doing it, I'm gonna do a back handspring at some point.

The wrist pain is easier to play off in everyday life. The knee/hip pain though is a bit embarrassing. I try to limp discreetly cause I can't stand the idea of people seeing me limp. And what am I supposed to tell friends/acquaintances? "I have hip pain" What am I a fucking grandma?? It makes me cringe.

And that is why I've turned to whump to romanticize my pain. Whump makes me feel better about myself because it takes something I can't stand (haha literally) about myself, and spins it into something enjoyable. Also, seeing how people enjoy whump, it gives me this sense of hope that what I see as cringy and embarrassing for myself, at least some people won't see it that way. And I know this is probably not the best coping mechanism but it makes me feel a bit better about myself.

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About my other issues/ symptoms:

This is one of the most pressing issues right now. Recently I've had issues with getting too dizzy when I stand up. Sometimes I just feel a little dizzy, sometimes I'm very dizzy and find myself on the ground without losing consciousness, and sometimes I actually pass out for just a second. And sometimes I'm perfectly fine. It's weird and I don't know why it's happening. This is also something that makes me cringe imagining anyone seeing me like that. That would be so embarrassing, between the hip pain and the fainting, you'd think I'm 90 years old. But that hasn't happened yet, I can hide it pretty well by pretending to look at my phone and leaning against the chair.

I get really really heavy periods. Like, "Putting on a Maxi Extra Heavy Overnight pad and bleeding through my pants in 20 minutes", heavy. It's been so bad that sometimes I don't even bother going to class, because I know I'll either be in and out of the bathroom or bleed through my pants into the seat. And I'm lucky I only get normal cramps now, I used to get the worst cramps when I was younger. I've felt pain before. I've sprained both my wrists simultaneously. I've slammed head first into the ground from 8 ft in the air. My shoulders will sometimes partially dislocate. When I say period cramps are the worst pain I've ever felt, I mean it 100%. I remember being 13, in so much pain I was literally begging and praying for death. Not a fun time.

Around the same time that I started getting joint pain (abt 12 y/o), my hair started falling out a lot. Not in big clumps that make bald spots, but enough that my hair is very visibly thinning. I cut my hair to a short, almost bowl cut so I don't have to deal with as much mental distress combing out long hair and watching it all fall out.

I have Keratosis Pilaris, an overproduction of keratin that creates little bumps on my legs. I dont think i will ever experience having smooth legs and i know thats the least of my problems but really upsets me for some reason. also- possibly related to the hair thing?

I have Rumination Syndrome and have had it since I was young. Basically, it's hard sometimes for me to keep food down. Sometimes I regurgitate food back up. cool right :/

uhh what else

I have diagnosed ADHD

I have had bad anxiety since I was a kid, and still now, but am not diagnosed. Still bitter towards my parents seeing me struggle like that as a little kid and doing nothing.

Probably relating to anxiety, I have developed some sort of nervous tic that forcefully jerks my head to the side whenever I think of something embarrassing, stressful, or anxiety-inducing, which is pretty frequent. It feels like my brain is punching me in the face. It gives me headaches :(

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tf2workbench · 2 years

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Ninja tactics

Of all the weapons I’ve made for Alternative Fortress, none has been quite so fun (and funny) as the redesign for the stock revolver.

Alt Fortress Revolver (+/-) Drop non-damaging smoke bomb on use (+/-) Smoke bomb can damage the user (+) Smoke bomb explodes after 1.4 seconds, temporarily obscuring the area (-) Only holds one shot per clip, with two in reserve

I want to take today’s post to talk about how I’ve thought about this weapon and how it’s been received in playtests.

The impact of this weapon is pretty difficult to measure in numbers. Because of that, I want to talk about things I’ve noticed in (limited) playtests. These are pretty much just scratching the surface; I haven’t seen it used enough to say that I have a holistic understanding of the thing. To that end, I’ll touch on a few interesting bits.

It’s very hard to find a Spy in the smoke, but you know they’re there somewhere.

The cloud lasts a few seconds and is almost completely opaque (it’s the same cloud that MvM sentry busters make). In that darkness, the shimmer of a Spy’s cloak is nearly imperceptible. But at the same time, the fact that you saw them drop the bomb means that they’ll find it very hard to get behind you, since you’ll be looking around frantically. They may be able to use it for a trickstab, but it’s usually much more effective to use it as a getaway.

On the same line, if you see a giant smoke cloud anywhere, you know a Spy was just in that location. Especially in cramped locations with only one or two exits, you might be able to deduce where they went after dropping the bomb. For the Spy, it’s a bit like tossing up a large flag at the same time as you’re using it to cover your exit. This limits its practicality quite a bit.

You can use the self-damage both to jump and to activate your Dead Ringer.

These are probably my favorite aspects of the smoke bomb. If timed properly, you can jump a good bit higher than you ordinarily would, opening up plenty of new pathways. At the same time, you can easily activate your Dead Ringer, or even play strange mind-games by faking a careless death. However, these tricks come at the price of exposing your general location, as discussed above.

It’s hard for anyone to see in the smoke.

This means that, in a less congenial group than Alt Fortress players, the smoke bomb could be used to blind your own team at inopportune moments. Because it can’t be dispersed by any means, there’s no way to make the affected area safe before the smoke dissipates, which takes about four seconds.

Fortunately, no one has actually complained yet about not being able to see in the smoke. This may be the positivity of the playtesters, but it could also come from the fact that the Spy has to put themselves in a vulnerable position to deploy the smoke bomb and that there’s a bit of a fuse before it takes effect. It’s a lasting concern for me, though; I don’t want players, whether they’re allies or enemies, to get frustrated.

It’s also worth noting that some classes have less trouble in the smoke than others. While precision classes like Scout, Sniper, and Demoknight are nearly useless, Demomen and Soldiers can cover wide areas without needing to be right on the mark. Heavies and Pyros can similarly hose the area. And sentry guns aren’t affected at all, so any Spy trying this trick within range of one is in for a bad time. This diversity is likely a good thing, bringing in interesting class interactions; but as we touched on previously, precision classes might be especially frustrated by not being able to see.

Conclusion These are only three (well, more than three) of the big things I noticed while using the alternative Revolver (which isn’t really a revolver at all). It’s one of the most interesting, creative weapons in Alt Fortress, and is probably my personal favorite in the mod. However, a lot still needs to be discussed and tested - my work is never done. But it’s really fun.

#tf2workbench #tf2 #team fortress 2 #spy #primary #alt fortress

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ankylosaurusthesaurus · 2 years

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just a vent post about period cramps feel free to ignore

i hate being a person who has a uterus sometimes, i literally just had the worst fucking cramps of my life i felt like i was about to die i could not move i was literally crying out for someone to come help me but i could barely speak cos the pain was so much

and it’s like. what is the point of this. i don’t want to ever have children, definitely not biological ones. for starters i have adhd me trying to take care of a tiny human child and raise it and organize stuff for it and teach it life lessons and have to do a ton of stuff for it and have to clean and have to do stuff i dont want to do... not a good idea. i would be miserable and said child would be even more miserable.

i could be like the cool wine aunt you see once a year at the obligatory family gatherings who gives you the coolest and uniquest gifts and stays up late to play with legos with you and has the craziest stories and tells you cool dinosaur facts and talks to you like an actual person instead of talking down to you like everyone else and also actually listens and seems interested in what you’re saying. but i could only do that once a year with a child who i have no responsibility over. but there is no way i could ever have a child of my own, and i definitely would not be suitable to birth a child of my own. like the american healthcare system?? fucked!! ridiculously expensive!! but i also would not trust myself to give birth not in a hospital!! it’s a catch 22!! i have a high pain tolerance, but could i really shove a tiny human out of my vagina without wanting to slam my body on the ground until the pain ends, in the process probably accidentally killing the mostly unborn parasitic sack of flesh that has been living inside me and making my life miserable for the past nine months?? given my response to the period cramps i just had probably not!! literally what is the point of me having this thing!

also my meds would probably fuck up a fetus so bad like... given the fact that you can’t take nine months off of life if your pregnant?? which is kinda fucked up like pregnant people should get the full nine months off if they’d like. but anyways i’d have to be like, working most of the time?? and i’d have to be doing that pregnant and not on my meds?? um that is a bad idea. and then having to get back on my meds and get readjusted to them after NINE MONTHS?? like i can go off for like a month and its fine BUT NINE MONTHS?? imagine having to go through all the side effects but really bad again. like its fine once youve been on it for a while the side effects go away for the most part. but imagining having to go through the extreme irritability. the extreme loss of appetite. the piercing headaches when it’s wearing off...

and of course all of that lessens the longer you’re on it but i just don’t think it would be pleasant to deal with that with a tiny human depending on me.

and obviously i am still a child i have no idea where my life’s gonna end up but i feel like there are enough factors that it’s like... why can’t i just get rid of my uterus.

not to mention i don’t even fully feel like someone who should necessarily have a uterus due to... gender reasons i haven’t fully figured out yet.

all this thing gives me is pain and discomfort and i will never receive anything in return from it ever. it’s not gonna give me like cash compensation for all the pain its caused me. it’s not gonna give me cool secret superpowers. at least not as far as i’m aware. like. what is the point. i am so. livid. i want it gone.

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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let it happen

summary: when you run into your adorable lab partner at a frat party, the night doesn't end like you could ever expect

pairing: frat!steve x f!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: explicit language, mild smut (MINORS DNI), drinking, drunk sex, charming af steve, a smidge of angst, cheesy confessions, wanda ia a good bro, and so is sam

a/n: this took me a lot longer than i thought but i think it ended up okay! thank you @sweetascanbee for requesting this, i hope it was everything you wanted <3

main masterlist ─ i no longer have a taglist, but you can follow @theafterglowlibrary and turn on post notifications to get fic updates!

C��mon, it won’t be that bad, she had said. Of course it wasn’t that bad for her, she had Vision’s tongue down her throat practically the second she walked through the door. Wanda better be glad you loved her so much.

You had gotten lucky with your randomized roommate freshman year. Moving to a city where you knew no one was not the best move as far as your social life was concerned, but you and Wanda had clicked instantly and you had been pretty much attached at the hip ever since. Except, now she had started dating someone and more and more of her time was spent at his frat house.

The very frat house where you now stood with your back to the wall, watching Wanda and Vis dance while you sipped on your third drink of the night. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, but without anything else to do, idly drinking was your best option.

You wanted to be annoyed - Wanda has spent all week convincing you to come to this frat party because you had been cramped up in your room stressing over finals - but she looked so happy you couldn’t fault her for wanting to get out of your apartment for a night. Plus, you really did need a break, the stress was starting to get to you.

Stepping into the kitchen, you nearly spilled the rest of your cup when you saw who was standing in front of the fridge.

Steve Rogers - your chemistry lab partner who you had been pining over all semester. He was a gentleman through and through, which endeared you to him immediately and caused your small crush to snowball into a full blown panic to Wanda for a week straight when he saved you from scorching yourself on a Bunsen burner. The feeling of his massive hand wrapped around your wrist was ingrained in your brain forever.

He was sweet and charming and definitely not the type of guy you pictured ever being in a frat. You were about to high tail it out of the kitchen when he closed the refrigerator door and his eyes immediately landed on you.

“Y/N! Hey!” His smile was so wide, you could tell he was genuinely happy to see you. It made your heart constrict and you didn’t know if you hated it or not. “I didn’t know you would be here.”

“I didn’t either,” you laughed nervously. For some reason you could not gain your composure around this man. It was easier in the lab where you had one thing to talk about. Even when your conversations diverged to more personal topics, it could always be brought back to chemistry when you felt like you were about to make a fool of yourself. But there was no chemistry now, at least not in the practical sense. The explosion in your stomach when his large frame wrapped you in a hug had to be some kind of chemical reaction, you were sure.

“My roommate convinced me,” you continued. “I didn’t even know you were in a frat.”

“Oh yeah, my best friends kind of roped me into it our first year, and I guess I liked it enough to stick around.” That same moment, a tall man with bright eyes and a gapped smile came up on his right side, throwing an arm over his shoulder. “Speaking of, Y/N, this is Sam. The running partner I told you about.”

You laughed at that, while Sam playfully glared. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’re built like a superhuman or some shit. I can keep up with anyone else.”

“Anyways,” Sam said, obviously getting to the reason he came to find Steve in the first place. “We were about to play a drinking game, if you want to join.”

“Sure.” Steve turned to follow Sam who had begun to make his way out of the kitchen, and looked back at you expectantly. “You coming?”

You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, and quickly filled up your cup from the punch bowl on the counter before shuffling through the throng of people in the living room to where Steve and Sam had disappeared up a flight of stairs.

When you stepped off the landing, you were met with a much smaller group of people than were downstairs, including Wanda who was perched on Vis’s lap. She jumped up at the sight of you, practically throwing herself at you, and you could smell the alcohol on her breath.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you!” Her eyes were a bit glassy, and you laughed as she smacked a kiss right on your lips before making her way back to Vision. “Come sit over here.”

She waved you over, but her and Vision were crammed on a loveseat with Steve, and there was no space for you to sit. Surveying the room, you realized there wasn’t anywhere else for you on any of the other couches either, and your best bet was a spot in the floor.

Steve, however, was not having any of that, and let you have his spot. He settled onto the floor with his back pressed against your legs and you had to take a moment to calm the erratic beating of your heart. You were thankful for the drinks coursing through your system, otherwise you may have bolted for the door. Instead, you boldly ran a hand through his hair like you wanted to so many times. When your sober brain finally caught up to your drunk actions, you nearly snatched your hand back, but you realized he was leaning into you more, so you stayed where you were.

“Sammy, what are we playing?” someone asked, and Sam stood up, dramatically turning to make sure everyone was looking at him.

“This is why he’s the president,” Steve muttered low enough for just you to hear it. “Always has to be the center of attention.”

You giggled at that, while Sam announced that you would be playing Never Have I Ever and explained the rules - whoever’s turn it was would say something they had never done before and whoever had done that thing would take a drink.

“I’ll start,” Steve piped up. “Never have I ever tried to make wings out of cardboard and broken my leg falling off a roof.”

Everyone else laughed while Sam booed at that, but took a drink anyway. The game went in a circle with varying degrees of crudeness - anything from never have I ever kissed my best friend to never have I ever hooked up with a professor which you gasped at when Wanda slyly took a sip.

“What?” she said, feigning innocence. “Professor Levinson is fine and you know it.”

Finally, Sam’s turn came around and you could tell by the shit eating grin on his face that he was gearing up to get back at Steve for singling him out.

“Never have I ever had a massive crush on my lab partner.”

You nearly choked, and with a glance down at Steve you could see every inch of visible skin spread with a fiery blush. Then, to your complete and utter surprise, he finished the last of his drink and threw the cup at Sam before getting up from the floor and quickly walking out of the room.

Wanda smacked your arm as you watched him leave, and basically shoved you to follow after him.

He was pacing the long hallway outside of the room you had previously been in, his hair pointed in a hundred different directions because he had obviously been running hands through it.

When he turned and saw you, you didn’t even get a moment to speak before he was crowding you against the wall, his hands a bruising grip on your waist.

His warm breath fanned over your face and your heart was pounding so loud that you could barely hear yourself whisper, “What are you doing?”

“Same thing you are, I hope.”

At a loss for words, you simply nodded your head and suddenly his lips were encompassing yours, his hands roaming your body. You melted into him, right there in the middle of the hallway where anyone could see you.

You started to protest when he pulled away, but he laced his fingers with yours and tugged you down another hall, pushing you into what you assumed was his bedroom.

His lips were back on yours the second the lock clicked, and before you knew it, clothes were shed and his body rested, warm and heavy, on top of you. He kissed a line down your jaw, across your collarbones, stopping to graze his teeth over one of your nipples, which caused your hips to buck up against his.

It was then you could feel just how big he was, and you audibly gasped.

His usual sweet demeanor was replaced with something different - confident and a little cocky - as he hovered over you.

“Y’okay, baby?” You couldn’t answer, a moan catching in your throat as his fingers glided through your folds, spreading the mess you had already made.

“Want you, Steve. Please.” Your vision went white as his fingers were replaced by the thick head of his cock, nudging you open inch by inch. When he was fully seated inside you, you arched your bed off the back only for him to press a hand to your chest, keeping you flat on the bed.

Between the fuzziness of the alcohol and the euphoria he was making you feel, time passed by in a blur of pleasure, until his erratic thrusts became still against you. You vaguely registered him pulling away, hearing a whine that had to come from you as the heat of his body left you.

The last thing you remembered was a cool cloth between your legs and you were asleep before you could feel the pair of strong arms encircle your waist.

The next morning brought a hangover and an unfamiliar bed.

The initial panic you felt was dispelled when you saw Steve’s sleeping face, only for it to come back full force when you realized it was Steve laying beside you. You wracked your brain, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.

You remembered a drinking game, Steve getting upset about something and you following him from the room, and then suddenly you were naked in his bed. There was a lot of disconnect, nothing quite making sense in the middle, and you quickly scrambled from his bed, trying to get out and figure out what happened before he woke up.

Unfortunately, your legs were tangled in his sheets and you ended up crashing to the floor, your shoulder throbbing to match your headache.

The sound of your body smacking the hardwood must have woken Steve up, because when you finally stood, all your clothes in your line of sight grasped in your hands, he was sitting up in bed looking at you.

You felt suddenly, embarrassingly naked, even with the memories from last night flashing in your mind. You just wished you could remember how it happened, but the only solid memories were those of his hands roaming your body, and unfortunately those weren’t answering any of your questions.

After you had turned away from him and put your clothes back on - sans underwear, which you were sure he would find in the depths of his room at some point - you finally forced yourself towards the door.

As much as you wanted a recount of what happened, your pride won out, and you couldn’t stand another moment in this room, knowing you were likely just another notch on his frat boy belt.

Your mind screamed at you to stop and think for just a minute. This was Steve you were talking about - sweet, careful Steve, who followed you around the lab like a lost puppy and brought you coffee after particularly rough lectures, even when it made him late. This was Steve and yet your panicking brain couldn’t decipher the look on his face. You were so sure that it would lead to inevitable heartbreak that at the moment he opened his mouth, you bolted from the room without a glance back.

You heard him yell after you, then a thud that was probably him getting caught in his own sheets and crashing to the floor much like you had. You could also feel the eyes of the handful of frat members that watched you dart through the living room and out the front door.

Thankfully, yours and Wanda’s apartment was only a couple of blocks from the neighborhood where the row of fraternity houses were, so within ten minutes you were trudging up the steps and to your own front door.

Where you promptly realized you didn’t have your keys. Or your phone.

After banging on the door for a constant minute, Wanda finally swung it open, wearing nothing but a t-shirt that was not her own and looking very annoyed. Though her expression softened when she took in your puffy eyes, and you realized that you had been crying.

She wrapped an arm around you, guiding you towards your couch and tucking a throw blanket around you before she disappeared into her room. You heard low murmuring and a moment later, Vision emerged, giving you a quick wave before leaving.

You wiped at the fresh tears threatening to well over your lash line, and your best friend finally came back with a steaming mug of coffee, just how you liked it.

“What happened?” she asked, petting over your hair like she knew you loved. Wanda was so good at taking care of you; she had a natural instinct for knowing exactly what you needed, almost like she could read your mind.

You spilled the entire story to her, setting your cup on the table and curling up with your head in her lap. She listened to you recount the bits you remembered, then let you cry it out when you were done.

“Oh honey,” she whispered. “You don’t even remember the most important part?”

“What’s the most important part?”

She told you about the stretch of time you previously had no recollection of, though it was starting to all come together as she spoke. Sam’s obvious jab at Steve, the way he had drained his drink at the indirect mention of you, the longing glances all night you had failed to see, but Wanda caught every one.

“I’m such an idiot,” you wailed, burying your face in your hands as you sat up. You were mortified - here you had been convincing yourself that Steve had simply taken you to bed out of convenience, when you had it all wrong. And you had just left him without any explanation yourself.

“Only a little,” she teased, and you wanted a whole to open up and swallow you right then. You were going to have to drop out of your chemistry lab, and retake it next semester. Then you would have to reroute your walk to campus to ensure you never passed frat row. This was the end of your life as you knew it.

You were just about to tell Wanda all of this when a knock sounded at the door.

Almost like you knew who was on the other side, you stayed hunkered on the couch while Wanda got up to answer it, and not even a minute late Steve fucking Rogers stood in front of you, with your phone and keys clutched in his hand, fidgeting as if he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“You can sit. If you want,” you said, and he nodded before setting your stuff down and settling down next to you. He was close enough that your thighs could brush together if you moved even a hair, and it awakened some hope that you thought died when you left his bedroom that morning.

Wanda had wisely abandoned you, and the silence stretched until you both broke it with apologies tumbling over each other.

“What are you sorry for?” you asked, clearly confused since you were the one that was a total moron.

“I just,” he stopped, running his hand down his face - in either exasperation or embarrassment - before he continued. “You were drunk, and I took advantage of that. I feel like an asshole and I know I don’t even deserve your forgiveness after that.”

A laugh escaped you; you couldn’t believe what a ridiculous pair you two made.

“Well I felt like an asshole for disappearing on you. And for assuming you just hooked up with me because I was there and not because you liked me.”

His cheeks flamed at your words and he started something along the lines of I would never before you cut him off.

“I know. Now, at least. Wanda filled in the things I couldn’t quite remember, and I feel awful.” You took a deep breath, contemplating your next words. “Speaking of, if you had stuck around long enough, you may have seen me take a drink, too. Though not one quite as dramatic as yours.”

Though his eyes widened in shock, a grin to match split across his face.

“Really?”

You nodded, moving on the couch so you were facing him, your knees brushing against his when he moved too.

“Can we agree that we’re both a little stupid? And forget last night?”

“Well,” he responded, cupping your face in his hands and running his thumbs along your cheekbones. “There are some things from last night that I will never be able to forget. But I do think a redo is in order.”

Your cheeks heated at the implication, but you leaned forward, breathing him in. When your nose bumped against his, your breath hitched. And the moment your lips met, it felt like the first time all over again.

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The Cardigan - F.W 18+

My first ever post and it's a goddamn smut one shot. This has been in my Wattpad drafts for way too long (wrote it three-four months ago), it's not the best, and I'm not proud of the writing but et eez what et eez. I really wan't to start publishing my work and gotta start somewhere. Also the smut is shitty, and the dirty talk is just goddamn vile. Also I'm a horny mf.

Summary ---> "Is that mine? You look better in it than me, that's for sure." An intimate night with Fred after you guys find the house all to yourselves. This is just pure filth, like scroll if you wan't plot. 🌚

Pairing: fred weasley/fem!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut / overstim if u squint / cursing / thigh tiding / dirty talk / fred being a horny little shit / an attempt at innuendos / hand-job / cum play (?) / like one ass slap

Rating: 18+

DON'T REPOST MY WORK

The bathroom at the Weasley's were quite cramped, but you didn't care. Your shower was more than satisfactory, the wavering smell of Mrs. Weasley cooking downstairs mixing with the wonderful scent of Fred's shampoo. The hot water loosened all your fatigued muscles - those extra hours out on the field playing Quidditch was worth it - your muscles were taut, flexing wonderfully whenever you lifted your arm to rinse off the products in your hair.

When you opened the door of the bathroom, clouds of hot air escaping and surrounding the small corridor, you were surprised to hear no footsteps, loud chattering of your friends and the usual plates clinking in the kitchen. You figured going downstair naked wouldn't be a good idea, and entered Ginny's room.

The disheveled bedroom was empty, and you looked out the window to the vast garden and wheat fields that got darker with the hot summer night approaching. There was no sign of anyone and you were starting to get anxious. Maybe it was because of the unusual silence - the Weasley household always had some kind of chaos happening - nevertheless, you quickly slipped on some satin shorts and a soft, white knit sweater to keep the evening breezes at bay. After swiftly drying your hair with a towel - you were letting it air dry, Cosmopolitan said Cindy Crawford did it - you applied whatever product was routine for your body and left the room.

Your magical radio was playing a soft jazz from the den and immediate relief washed over you when you stepped downstairs. The creams and perfumes that stuck to your skin wafted around the air and filled the rooms with delicious essences, and your soft socks slipped and slid across the wooden floor to the kitchen as you pushed yourself with ease. You quickly caught yourself with a chair and laughed, being alone wasn't so bad, you figured you could find ways to entertain yourself.

Until, a low chuckle from the den caused you to yelp and almost fall on your ass, merlin forbid. You couldn't bear another injury after George two left feet Weasley accidentally kicked you on the shin while playing Quidditch.

Speaking of Weasley, Fred Weasley was sprawled out on the couch, wearing only his boxers and a long, loosely knitted cardigan sitting on his exposed skin. You felt your mouth water, his head was lazily thrown back, exposing his curved neck and Adam's apple, his freckles more noticeable than ever. He was staring at you, his lips tugging a smile and enjoying the show you put on. Humiliation, is what it was. You were sliding around floorings like Madame Maxine on ice.

Your blood suddenly felt on like liquid fire, and you opened the cupboards to get yourself a glass of water. "Aguamenti," you casted, and from the corner of your eye you saw Fred's gaze set on your exposed legs, trailing up to your ass that was slightly exposed from the length of your shorts. They rode up more when you stood on your toes to place the cup back on the shelf after chugging the liquid down and muttering a cleaning spell.

"Is that mine?" you cleared your throat, finishing up in the kitchen and walking over to one of the rocking chairs. You didn't know why Fred was sitting around practically naked - you didn't question because he was Fred Weasley and you were tired. You weren't complaining etiher.

"Yeah," Fred said breathlessly. "It's surprisingly comfortable."

"You look better than me in it, that's for sure." You chuckled darkly, eyeing his provocative muscles. The hickeys you had left from a few days ago were slightly healed, soft reds trailing his nape and they weren't helping the growing desire between your legs. "Where is everyone?" you asked.

Fred quickly noticed your poorly hidden lustful stares and moved the cardigan away with a sly smirk, revealing more of his abs and flexed thighs. "They went out to Diagon Ally, won't be back until ten." he said. You nodded then took a deep, shaky breath and picked up a magazine from the coffee table. You settled in your mind that maybe looking through the new season Versace bikinis would calm your lust.

Fred let out a long, erotic sigh, allowing a soft groan to escape his lips along the way. Your hand twitched, you were still oblivious to his intentions and crossed your legs for some friction. "Hey ____," Fred called out, and you hummed in response, not looking up from your magazine. You seemed to have read the same line five times now. "I think there's something in my eye, can you blow on it."

Your eyes went wide, Fred was vulgar. This was no surprise to you after dating him for almost two years, but saying something so shamelessly, no hesitation still made your heart stutter. Your imagination was running wild now, you pictured every single thing you wished to do to him at this moment, in those clothes. You quickly put your magazine down, more of slapped it on the table. "Sure, yeah." you said in a shaky voice, then stood up and walked over to him.

Fred's arms were wide on the couch, and one of them pulled your hand down when he was able to reach you. Your heart stopped for a moment, you felt herself land harshly on his thigh and the impact on your core caused a groan from the back of your throat to slip out.

Fred was rather enjoying himself, his head lazily leaning back on the pillow as he rubbed your thighs up and down, digging the pads of his fingers into your skin and causing an embarrassingly load of your juices to flow to your newly worn panties.

You readjusted yourself so the heat between your legs weren't in direct contact with his thigh. You scooted closer and had to bite back a moan when Fred jerked his leg up and applied pressure on your clit. You were trying your best not to show his effect on you, "Which eye." you hissed through gritted teeth, still pursuing his obvious lie.

Fred's shit eating grin only grew wider, and he took your hand and placed it right on his crotch. He was hard beneath his boxers, swelling bigger the second and you were fighting the urge to palm his cock. You shot him a warning look to which he playfully frowned, then gestured to his right eye. You leaned in closer, maybe he really did have something in his eye.

Fred's breathing was heavy, fanning over your lips as you tried to take a closer look. Your inspection was cut short when he gripped your waist, riding up your sweater to touch you directly. You gasped and straightened up at his rough hands kneading around your stomach. Chills were racing down your spine, you didn't want to give in just yet, just for teasing purposes, but Fred was making it unbelievable hard with his tousled hair and hooded eyes boring into yours.

Your panties felt soaked and you hoped he wouldn't notice, but when Fred gripped your shorts and pulled them down, his eyes fell on the wet fabric that was stuck to your entrance. You were painfully aware of how aroused you were, and your heated cheeks weren't helping with your embarrassment.

Fred licked his lips - his expression lust crazed - then he gripped one of your legs and guided it around his thighs, making you straddle him. He held both of your thighs and pulled you in closer, and when your knee touched his boner, it caused him to groan lowly and attempt to close the small gap between your two bodies.

You marveled at the idea of being any more closer to him, the aching on your lower abdomen making you grind yourself on his thigh, whimpering at the much needed friction. The scene looked erotic to you, Fred's finger had slithered down to your panties and moved them to the side to expose all of you, flushed and swollen. He gripped your waist again and started rocking your body on his thigh, "Ride my thigh baby, wan't you to get off on me," he said huskily, "Slow and good~"

You didn't know what else to do other than nod as much agreeable a nod could get. Fred started guiding your hips at a slow pace, not letting you fasten it once. He tutted when you tried for the second time, "Stop being impatient my love." he crooned, straightening himself up to finally meet your lips.

But you barely responded.

You were slack-jawed, your clit swollen painfully, your hips swiveling to get more contact. Pathetic really, is what it was. Fred said few words of filth and here you were, panting and rutting, thanking whoever up there to have the opportunity to ride Fred's obscenely attractive thigh. A thigh shouldn't be this attractive you thought, his skin warm and comfortable, generous muscles teasingly helping you get off. Emphasis on teasingly, he wouldn't let you have anything that easily. It was heaven and hell all at once.

Fred was sensually tracing the outline of your mouth with his tongue all the while, then dipped down and feathered kisses on your jaw that was just as slow as his pace. "Fuck, you're so filthy for this. Who knew this is all it took?" he groaned.

"You have such a responsive cunt babe, I can do whatever I want and you just lose it. Fuck-"

You were growing more frustrated the second and Fred was getting rather talkative, he ran his nose down your collarbones, sucking the supple skin into his mouth and leaving crimson marks. "Freddie please - just, mmmh!" you cried out a strangled moan, you had finally gotten what you wanted. You knew Fred could never resist the nickname, and in such a tone too.

He had started to rub your clit, his other arm wrapping around the small of your back protectively. He groaned against your neck, sending shockwaves of pleasure trailing from your marked neck all down to your feet. But Fred wasn't stupid, he had caught on rather soon and chuckled.

"Bad girl." he mocked, then gave you a light smack on your ass, causing you to yelp and jump. You landed harshly on Fred's thigh again and the moan you let out was almost painful. You clutched onto his hair as he gripped your waist and continued to rock you on his thigh.

You let him guide your movement, your juices easily allowing you to slide yourself back and forth on him, and whenever Fred would pull you forward he would apply pressure on your clit by gripping your waist tighter and pushing you down. He fastened his pace with every grind, and every huff of air you let out when your hips would come in contact. "Oh fucking hell - yes," Fred heaved, your knee must've been grazing against his cock just right because he was letting out soft groans and curse words every other second, his hefty length visible behind the fabric.

You couldn't resist, he had such an attractive dick even after seeing it so many times. You started rubbing him from the outside of his boxers, digging the pads of your fingertips into his shaft whenever you could. Fred's head rested between the slope of your breasts, and his hips bucked up at your touch, rutting desperately into your fisted hand, causing you to loudly moan out when his thigh pressed on your swollen bud.

He was barely jutting your hips at this point, barely able to focus on your pleasure from the amount he was getting. Cocky attitude gone as soon as you touched him, you made him melt under your palm. "I love you so fucking much - ohhh...holy shit, keep rubbing me like that." he moaned against your skin, the intense vibrations making you shudder.

You started to move by yourself, quickly and desperately, your juices glazing the skin and soaking up your panties that was making it harder for you both. But it felt too good to stop and remove it, the heat in your core was growing and you closed your eyes to focus on the man that was letting out hot breaths between the valley of your breasts. His hand started playing with your nipple, squeezing it between his forefinger and thumb as the other gripped your waist and rocked you faster.

Your movement was getting sloppy, legs trembling and jerking whenever pressure was applied to your clit. You were whining the name of your lover, your voice almost pornographic. "Cum my love - fuck yes, cum all over me. Make a mess of me." Fred's hand left your nipple and guided your hips faster, the other pulling down on your thighs as you threw your head back. Fred started circling your clit to speed up your fast approaching release, but it wasn't even needed.

With a final, high pitched squeal, your vision went black, stars dancing around your lids. Your body shuddered violently, and you came hard all over his thigh. "You look so beautiful I-" Fred barely managed to let out before you gripped down his boxers and let his erection swing out. You wrapped your hand around the head and watched in amusement as pre-cum leaked out when you squeezed.

"What? Gonna milk me dry baby?" Fred chuckled darkly, his free hand running through his tousled hair while the other gripped and kneaded the side of your waist.

"I was hoping to do more than that, but for now..." you licked a long stripe up the base of his neck to the back of his ear, and bit. All the while, your hand started working around his painfully hard cock. Fred was almost heaving now, unlike you who just recently came down from your mind blowing orgasm.

"I-...please, I wan't-" Fred gulped, and in the very rare moments he didn't know what to say. You started pumping his cock, the moment you squeezed him tighter he was coming.

"Fuck fuck fuck - ____!" Fred released all over your hand, his dick twitching beneath your fingers as he leaned his body on yours and let out strangled moans against your neck. You licked your fingers clean, then gently lifted Fred's chin. His eyes were slanted in a deep post-orgasmic daze, and you started to give him slow, wet kisses. "Look how good you taste." you whispered, swirling your tongue around his as he groaned into your mouth.

You were obsessed with how mesmerizing Fred looked. When he came, when he cried out whatever filthy thing came to mind, that blissful glow he had after orgasming. You wanted to repeat those moments over and over again, come with him yourself and touch yourself to his noises. And his taste, you could never get enough of it.

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