#head high nz | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dreamdaddydutch · 1 year

Note

could you pls do a javier/arthur/charles/whoever you want x reader flinching away from them thinking they’re gonna hurt them when they’re in an argument? sorry this is a super touchy subject i completely understand if you don’t wanna do it 🙏🙏❤️

Hey, so this took me a sweet age to write! I started about two months ago but with my job, planning my trip to NZ, and comedy/the shows I promote and sorting out festival stuff - I've just been completely exhausted and had no time or energy to write :(

But I have finished this now, and am still around - hoping to get a few more things written in the coming month or two.

I decided only to do Javier, Arthur & Charles as it is quite a sensitive topic and I worried any more and it would start to sound samey. I hope this is okay! ❤️ I struggled a bit for using content warnings on this as there is no physical violence happening or mental abuse - it's just heated arguments. But if you know this is going to affect you please do not read.

Javier

Arguments with Javier were rare, but with the increased pressure among the gang they had become more frequent and heated. You knew the immense pressure Javier felt and how he was trying to hold everyone together, how he wanted to believe things would work out. Sometimes you just got in one another’s way.

It was an incredibly hot afternoon at Shady Belle, everyone was irritated, sweating, bitten by mosquitos and fed up. You’re not really sure how the argument started but within minutes the two of you were at one another’s throats shouting insults neither of you meant.

Micah was nearby laughing at you, only making the situation worse.

When you reached the peak of the argument Javier suddenly lurched forward, his fists clenched. You stop and freeze completely still, mouth open just a little to let the fearful yelp escape and you feel your body tense, please…you think…please not him too.

You screw your eyes shut and wait for the blow that never comes. Instead, you hear Javier sigh loudly before the rage took over and he let out a scream – his anguish clear.

As you open your eyes you find him facing away from you, hands in his hair desperately clutching at his head, completely exasperated.

“Javier?” You ask softly as you reach out to him, too afraid to touch him in case he reacts violently.

When he turns, he has tears in his eyes, not something you’ve seen before. Javier has never cried in front of you, but now he’s here, vulnerable, and open, “I could never, I would never,” he says.

You nod, you know he’s telling the truth. He would never hurt you. You hate what this place, what everything is doing to the two of you right now.

You take another step and wrap your arms around him, no words are needed. Life is tough, being in the gang right now is tough. Everyone is on edge, everyone wants to beat the shit out of someone, to scream, destroy, fuck, drink their way through this. Javier is no exception and neither are you.

As you hold one another he continues to apologise, his words barely audible but it’s clear how much this is hurting. True he had frightened you, knowing what Javier is capable of for a moment you really believed he could do it.

When you pull away Javier kisses you, there’s need dripping from him. He knows anger isn’t the solution but he needs to be with you alone, even if for one night. As if reading his mind you say, “There’s other ways we can let out our pent up frustration you know…”

Arthur

“How, how did you manage to fuck this up again!” Arthur shouts at you.

You don’t know how to answer him, he’s right of course. You have fucked up again and what you’d been asked to do couldn’t have been simpler and yet here you were, a complete failure and you’d let the one person you love, one person you trust down.

“I’m sorry Arthur, I didn’t…I know I fucked up.” You reply through sobs.

Arthur is exhausted, everyone at Beaver Hollow is exhausted. Being alive right now is exhausting, but at least you’re alive. Emotions though they still run high.

When Arthur doesn’t respond and just continues to pace up and down you cannot bare the silence, the anger in his voice, in his movements and body language is unbearable to be around. You’d rather he shouted and told you to leave, rather he did something, anything than continue to stew in the silence.

He turned to you then, red in the face and suddenly he seemed so much bigger, so much taller, broad…He seemed like a giant in comparison to you, Arthur had always been big but it was only now you noticed it and realised how easily he could break you in half. How his presence, his shadow dominated you. As he loomed over you, practically frothing at the mouth with rage, eyes bloodshot and crazed, his breaths hard and shallow you were sure he was going to go in for the kill.

You inhaled sharply and held your breath waiting for him to lash out, to hit or slap you, to kick you…something to get his frustration out. His fists were clenched, his body taunt and ready to release all that tension.

You screamed as Arthur moved and braced yourself for the impact.

Which didn’t come.

Arthur punched to the side of your head…quite far from your head in fact, so far he couldn’t have possibly ever meant to have hit you. His fist went through the flimsy wall of the hut behind you. And then he stayed like that without removing his fist.

For a moment you thought he may cry, he didn’t.

“Ahh hell.”

Arthur seems ashamed of himself in that moment; his head hangs heavy.

“I’m sorry, okay, I..I just need some time. You know,” he pauses choosing his words carefully, “the fist was never meant for you.”

You nod, “S’ok Arthur, come find me when you need me.”

He looked up, slowly removing his fist from the hut. The smile he offered was both small and sad, “I won’t be long.”

Charles

Charles stormed into the hotel room, immediately you felt irritated. This was supposed to be a nice night away for the two of you, away from the others and all the noise at camp.

But Charles had found something to be annoyed at, something to be irritated with and now that peace was shattered.

“Charles, please.” You’d pleaded. It wasn’t like Charles to be like this, he was usually so stoic and easy to get along with, rarely showing any extreme emotions so this was different, even by his standards.

He squared up to you, his chest practically puffed out and shoulders tensed. He looked bigger than ever. Usually this was something you loved about him and it made you feel safe. You thought of all the times he picked you up with ease, could carry you, make love to you…all while holding you and you with your legs wrapped round his waist.

But now he is imposing, his presence is a shadow…you shut your eyes waiting for something and flinch as you hear the floorboards creak when you

“Did you think?” He looks wounded as he speaks, shame flushed across his cheeks as he shakes his head. Charles appears disappointed in himself; he’s aware of how he was behaving and what impact this had on you.

“I’m so sorry y/n you know I’d never do a thing to hurt you don’t you?”

You nod, not just because he’s speaking in earnest and you detect no lies in his words, but because you know him sometimes better than he knows himself.

He pulls you to the bed and sits down next to you, his presence a comfortable weight that sinks in the mattress. He sighs heavy and places a hand on your thigh, “I am, I mean it.” He pauses, “I can’t believe I allowed myself to get that worked up, something is so wrong.” When he sighed you could see the weight on his shoulders.

A lot was wrong with the gang and everything you’d all been through together.

“But it’s not an excuse, I should never speak to you like that or behave like that.”

“It’s okay Charles,” you were still blinking back tears, but when Charles put his hand on your knee and gently squeezed and rested his head on your shoulder the healing begun.

#Javier Escuella #Arthur Morgan #Charles Smith #Javier Escuella x reader #arthur morgan x reader #charles smith x reader #cw: violence mention #requests #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 headcanons #my writing

653 notes · View notes

diazsdimples · 5 months

Text

WIP Wednesday

Starting this one a little early cause it's a Wednesday afternoon here in NZ and it turns out waiting for surgery to be done is really boring. Please enjoy some more Musician AU. It's another long one, I'm very sorry

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Buck releases Eddie and leans against a shelf that contains several folders of music, about a dozen bows in various states of disrepair, and, weirdly, a collection of triangles. His gaze rakes Eddie, looking him up and down as though he’s drinking in his appearance. It makes Eddie shiver.

“What’s – uh – what’s up?” Eddie asks, folding his arms and trying to act nonchalant, even though his heart is beating against his chest like a drum.

Buck lets out a small laugh and steps closer to Eddie, circling his hands around Eddie’s wrists and prising his arms apart so they hang loosely by his sides. Buck slides his hands down and laces his fingers with Eddie’s, pulling him in close so their noses are pressed together. Eddie’s breath hitches.

“I could ask you the same thing, what happened to you earlier hmm?”

Buck’s voice is deep and gravelly. He sounds amused but beneath it is a hint of something deeper, something more than Eddie’s able to discern at that moment.

Eddie tries to pull away, tries to do his best as playing it off as though he’d just gotten distracted and lost count, nothing more, but Buck won’t allow it. His fingers are gripping Eddie’s, not hard but firm enough for Eddie to know that releasing Buck’s hands isn’t an option right now.

“I was – I was daydreaming” Eddie replies lamely. Buck lets out a chuckle, rumbling low in his chest, and he nuzzles Eddie’s neck, his mouth dragging softly over the delicate skin just below his jawline.

“Daydreaming about what?” Buck hums, nosing Eddie’s ear and gently nipping at the fleshy lobe. Fuck, Buck knows, he knows what Eddie was thinking about and he wants Eddie to say it.

You. I was thinking about you. About your fingers and your thighs and how badly I want them around me, in me, pressing me down.

Eddie can’t say that though. Honestly, he’s not sure he could say anything right now because he’s so fucking flustered and Buck’s mouth feels so good against his neck, gently breezing over his skin and pressing little kisses against his jaw. Instead, he lets out a high, reedy whine, pressing himself forward into Buck.

Buck chuckles softly again and releases one of Eddie’s hands, bringing his own hand up to cup Eddie’s face, angling it so they’re looking into each other’s eyes. “C’mon Eddie, I could see it in your eyes. You wanted something.”

Eddie squirms, unable to hold Buck’s earnest gaze any longer. He ducks his head, face reddening more by the second. “Don’t wanna say. Don’t want to be too much” he mumbles, voice barely audible.

Buck hooks his finger under Eddie’s chin and lifts his head, catching Eddie’s gaze. “You’d never be too much for me, Eddie, never ever.” He moves his hand so he’s cupping the back of Eddie’s head, fingers gently brushing against the nape of his neck. “You’re perfect just the way you are”.

Something inside Eddie snaps at those words and he surges forward, just as Buck closes the gap between them, and their lips crash together. This kiss is nothing like last night's. It’s hot, messy, and passionate, both men battling for dominance initially but then Eddie backs down and lets Buck take the lead. It feels good, right even, to allow himself to relinquish control to someone else. And even though he’s only known Buck for a very short space of time, he somehow knows Buck is going to take care of him. Very good care.

Buck spins Eddie around and pushes him against the door, flatting himself against his body. Buck grinds into him and Eddie lets out a low, guttural groan as Buck’s cock grinds into his, sending sparks of undiluted pleasure down his spine. It’s been such a long time since anyone kissed him like this (honestly, he’s not sure if he’s ever been kissed like this come to think of it) and his cock is suddenly standing to attention like a very enthusiastic soldier.

Buck nips very gently at Eddie’s bottom lip and Eddie opens his mouth, allowing Buck to lick inside his mouth. The energy and fervour with which Buck is kissing him is insane and Eddie’s starting to get a bit lightheaded. He’s a brass player and he prides himself in his ability to hold his breath for ages, but his lungs are burning, Buck’s passion sucking the breath out of him.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against Buck’s, panting heavily. Buck’s breathing hard too, but he’s watching Eddie hungrily, eyes roaming over Eddie’s face and shoulders.

“Now will you tell me what it is you want?” Buck asks as he brushes a lock of hair from Eddie’s forehead.

Eddie’s resolve crumbles. “You” he manages. “I want you.”

Buck’s eyes are dark and full of lust. “Good boy” he praises and a wave of arousal hits Eddie like a truck. “Now, on your knees”.

(No pressure) tagging @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @fortheloveofbuddie @malewifediaz @monsterrae1 @daffi-990 @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @incorrect9-1-1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddie---diaz @fionaswhvre @evanbegins @housewifebuck @loserdiaz @spagheddiediaz @fruitandbubbles and anyone else that wants to do it!

90 notes · View notes

daenystheedreamer · 15 days

Note

How prevalent is American history in ur country? We literally learn nothing about Australia or NZ. I'm curious :)

(i did my schooling in australia so this is just aussie info) so in primary school (ages 6-12) we don't learn american history, just australian. mostly about captain cook, our gold rush, ned kelly, the stolen generation. i hated it i hated learning about captain cook it was so boring to me 😭 and of course its not done under any analytical lens of like critical race theory or under a wider scope of colonialism but thats another story lol. oh god and when they taught us about the stolen generation they of course said nothing about the state of australian racism to the indigenous population today.

we did learn about ww1 and 2 but only ever in the context of the pacific theatre. like we got gallipoli drilled into our heads. we did learn about the holocaust in year 8, but again not very america-related

in high school (13-18), our history classes start off still australian history (though there was the holocaust semester). around age 15 (year 9 for us) you can pick elective classes and those history classes and politics classes are more global. not american-centric, but since america looms so large we learned more about it.

honestly the thing is though that we DO learn a lot about american history because it's so soaked into media and culture. you just know about 1776 or the civil war or civil rights etcetc through movies and news and culture. a lot of people choose to be ignorant though and choose to act like 'oh thats not our business'

apologies for the long answer its just very complicated!

personal opinions under the cut

but it's never taught fully, and i think that's a huge problem. race in australia is pushed under the rug, its considered rude to bring it up. like by acknowledging racism you're doing racism. and especially its considered something of the past, like "yeah we were racist to the chinese in the gold rush" and "yeah we were racist to the aboriginals" ~bUT WERE BETTER NOW~ eugh

i think its really important for education to not be nationalistic. obviously we need to learn our country's history, but i'm also a filthy globalist and think everyone should be educated about everything. american history IS important to learn. there's this problem here where people call things like race or war or whatever 'an american problem' 'oh the americans always make things about race' 'the americans expect everyone to know their history" and its like well yeah its annoying but we SHOULD learn of course we should!

the US is the world's superpower. everything that happens in the US affects everyone else. whether its culture wars, social change, imperialism etc its something we have to learn. rahhh sorry this is all like personal qualms. you have no idea how maddening 2020 was. it was like all my classmates realised there was a world beyond our school.

#ask #Anonymous #thank you for the q! it was really great thinking about this

15 notes · View notes

thewertsearch · 1 year

Text

Asks Comp - 16/4

I literally did not know The Baby Is You was a thing. To be welcomed back into the comic like this after four months is very on brand for Homestuck.

... and wow, its outro really does match the end of this song, doesn't it? That's even funnier than if he'd snuck some of Megalovania in there.

Ooh, that's another liveblog I'll want to check out when I'm done! I've never actually seen a Worm liveblog before. Adding it to the list myself!

Nothing's really changed since I've been gone! I make a conscious effort not to do much Homestuck analysis off-blog, since I want my journey to be fully documented here.

It's good to be back! I'm looking forward to a full reread when I'm done.

Would you believe I didn't even know there was a book?

I also didn't know the movie had two (allegedly) terrible sequels, which is very funny. Neverending story indeed.

Thank you! I can't take too much credit, though - most of my tagging system has been crowdsourced from askers!

At some point, before we reach the end of the comic, I'm going to have to formalize my approach to liveblogging Homestuck's side content.

What I'll probably do is give each of them the 'lite' treatment initially, but if they turn out to be more canonical than I thought, or particularly interesting to liveblog, I'll 'zoom in', and analyze them properly. We'll see how we go!

Could you imagine the relationship dynamics in your average troll soap opera? The shipping web for a single season would make our heads explode.

It's a fun question. What sort of object symbolizes everything?

The first thing I'd try would be a star chart, Dave's magnifier and a literal planetful of Grist.

Added to the list! Not until later later on, though - I'd worry that the opinions and theories of another liveblogger could interfere with my own, especially if they're talking about it with someone who's already read it!

I would find it hard to disagree.

Do people think Act 1 is pointless?

I mean, it is the slowest Act in terms of pacing, but slow pacing isn't always a bad thing. You sort of have to take it slow when your readers have this much to get to grips with.

...okay, maybe we didn't need quite as many Sylladex mishaps as we got. But we still needed some. Homestuck has a lot to introduce you to.

I always pictured an English accent for Hass - although, interestingly, I didn't picture one for Jade. As a headcanon, I like the NZ one better.

Where did Grandpa grow up again, actually? He was raised by Fake Mark Twain, who was from Missouri - but I don't have a clue what a Missouri accent sounds like, let alone one from a century ago. I have a funny feeling that it's not the accent I'm imagining coming from Jade.

Now that's a ship I'd never have seen coming. Props to Hussie for coming up with something more controversial than my Feferi<>Equius.

All four kids, with four endgame weapons, might be able to challenge Jack's current incarnation - but they're not going to get the chance. You've hit the nail on the head - he's semi-perfect Jack for a reason.

I have several theories for Jade's prototyping, and every single one of them would make Jack even more dangerous than before. It's just barely possible to challenge him now, but things will only get worse.

Read the room, Serket!

Would Vriska have tried to negotiate? She feels like the type of person who'd rather take a beating than admit they're outclassed. Plus, I'm not sure how much she'd have to offer Aradia, who seemed entirely motivated by revenge (and, possibly, secretly motivated by timeline stuff).

All that said, I would have loved to hear Vriska trying to worm her way out of this.

I love it! Please send in the completed house, if you get the chance. That's going to look so cool with a moving meteor.

And they're both easily distractible! This feels like two people who might actually get on surprisingly well, if they were in, say, the same high school class.

It's hard to say what's a rarepair, since I don't know what ships are rare in the fandom - although I'd have a few guesses about the most common ones.

If we're going for a ship with very tenuous connections, I will submit Rose x Feferi for your appraisal. They're both fans of the Noble Circle, and their signature colors are pretty close.

You know what, I'll just review all of your ships. Tavros/Gamzee - PB&J - is pretty cute. [] I'd recommend Miracle Child for a number of reasons, but it does include a well-written Gamtav. Jack/Droog is more <> to me than it is <3. Like One Sundered Star might be influencing that? I'm not really sure. Somewhere I think I saw a Jack<>Droog. Your pre-shipping chart post isn't in the chrono; also, I'm pretty sure the A6A6I5 ask is one of mine. Gamzee/Eridan is a rarepair; I've seen it, but not often, and it's a <> in the fic I'm referencing. Kanaya<>Terezi and Feferi<>Vriska are strange enough that I've never seen them anywhere, really. [] And finally, Vriska and Tavros. These two are the textbook example of why the ashen quadrant needs to exist, and they're a perfect pair for it. [] ~LOSS (8/1/23)

I don't even know if Carapacians have moirallegiance - but those two would definitely work if they did.

Out of all my ships you flagged as rare, I think my favorite is Feferi<>Vriska. I just think they'd gel weirdly well together!

#asks #full liveblog #act 5.2

57 notes · View notes

homophobicgerardwayau · 10 months

Note

omg i wanna hear abt you meeting them!!!

Ok, so me and my friend (pictured) flew to Auckland on a red eye a couple of days before the NZ show. We get off the plane and I wait at the arrivals gate for her to change her contacts and a flight comes in 2 mins later from LA. I look up and see Worm and my heart stops. I’m wearing a shirt with Gerard’s face on it. The whole band walks right past me (Business Class I suppose, so they are first to disembark). I start low key freaking out but try to remain composed and tell my friend that we will most likely be going through security alongside them and see them at baggage. We went through security literally right next to them the whole time and we are trying to keep cool and not look over too much. Everyone is dressed incognito especially Frank who is wearing like 4 layers plus a hat and scarf. Maybe everyone was just a bit chilly.

We um and ah about whether we should approach them and decide that if we walk directly past them than we will stop and say hi. I cover my shirt with an adidas windbreaker (I am now in adidas head to toe) and joke that Gerard will want to talk to me because I look like I listen to Pulp.

We approach and my friend starts talking but they don’t hear so I pipe up with the “hey guuuysss really sorry to bother you” and the whole band turns in unison to look at us and I stg it feels like it's in slow motion. It was really only like a 30 second interaction. I just said how excited we were to see them play live and how thankful we all were that they came all the way down here to play for us. Frank was smiling and was like 'awww thank you'. I told them the last time I saw them play live was 15 years ago and they were like 'whoa right on!' and I believe in that moment that I was clocked by American Rock Band My Chemical Romance. Crazy stuff lol. They were all very polite and smiley. We spent the rest of the day wandering around the city on a high.

Anyway, that’s the story. There was so much more I wanted to say but it wasn’t the time or place. And really, I’m sure they have heard my story a hundred times before. They already knew all of the things that I wanted to say if that makes sense.

#gerard way #gerardgirl #gerardie #gway #my chemical romance #frank iero #mcr return #mikey way #ray toro #mcr5 #Nancy

41 notes · View notes

ghostrot12343 · 4 months

Text

A self-indulgent ramble about my playthrough of Scarlet Hollow

I'm mostly writting this as an attempt to get these thoughts out of my head. Spoliers below.

So, I decided to try playing basically myself but more well read (Book Smart) and with the ability to talk to animals. Yes, my first D&D PC was a druid, how did you know? I did as much as I could to ignore bus guy, and I don't like peanuts, so on the bus they remained.

Upon meeting Tabitha, I did break my rule of offering a hug to someone lest they reject it, and reject it she did. So that stung. And in the car, Tabitha's statement about "emotional maturity" did nothing to convince me of anything but her own trauma.

After getting settled in, it was nice to meet Dustin and give him some nesting materials. And as I mentioned, I don't like peanuts, so there's nothing to eat in the house, and I didn't want to break Tabitha's trust immediately, so while I wanted to explore the house, I decided to leave that for later in the week and left the house.

Gretchen is delight and a fantastic friend. Frou-frou is fine, I can respect her need for space, but I'm definitely a dog over cat person. Having a gluten allergy, the diner is a reminder of how unaccommodating places outside NZ were of that, but I've not eaten all day and I'd suffer the headaches for at least something to eat that doesn't contain peanuts.

Meeting Duke with Stella, I told him not to shoot the mountain lions, and uh, well, I had accidentally skipped why he was asking for the flashlight and decided to go save Gretchen who I knew would be killed by the ditchlings like all the other animals we'd seen (also, it was weird that the game tried to suggest the deer's obvious statment on its affliction and warning was a threat?), and as the achievement states, Duke had poor trigger discipline.

Meet Kaneeka & Sybil, but I'm 90% sure I also went back to the estate that night.

The fact that we saw supernatural beings and a man died means I am immediately unconcerned about hiding my ability, there are weirder, more off-putting things going on. One thing I regret about the library was not reading what the game had to say about Tommyknockers.

Of course I immediately go see my cousin when we get to the mine, but I don't wait after I call her about Rosaline because time is of the essence - ditchlings exist, a man died, and this shaft had a collapse that already killed children.

I'm glad no one died, sucks Rosaline lost a foot though.

Checking in on Dustin & his mom is definitely a highlight of the mornings. And I was so worried about Bo dying if I gave him his father's location, but it felt more wrong to keep it from him when the police were so FUCKING USELESS, so it was a relief when I saw him in the later episode.

Cousin Bonding Time is the best, I didn't even know there was romance in this game until hanging out with Reese, but I still would choose CB... cousin bonding time over a date, sorry Stella. And fuck that Piece-of-Shit-Karen Nancy for ruining her morning.

While I thought the pastor left an okay impression and I have no clue why other people found him so sketchy, I also didn't tell him about my conversation with the mayor because I just don't know him.

I definitely clicked that the doc was poisoning Reese even before the game gave me the ability to voice that suspicion. Also, I am still very curious as to why she seemed to immediately detest my presence.

I asked for permission to invite Tabitha and then ignore Kaneeka's objection because asking was a formality. While I didn't object to Tabitha's belief of Oscar's parenting in the car, something that I sort of regretted, and simply further questioned during our morning hangout, I was disappointed that he failed the test of letting Rosaline take part. Like, sure, her being there meant that she knew for sure that her dad wasn't making stuff up, but she also literally lost her foot YESTERDAY, what the fuck Oscar, she shouldn't be in a high stress environment. So, while I don't fully agree with Tabitha about Oscar specifically (she's right about some people shouldn't have kids, *cough* the Scarlets *cough*), he definitely needed to have picked up a parenting book about setting stronger boundries, preferrably a week ago before all this shit happened. But I digress.

Very glad that I was able to win my day in ghost court.

Strike: Told Tabitha people thought she was a hero because of e2 and to not fire Davis, that she should meet with them and after asking what it is they wanted that she should probably give it to them, whilst also being understanding of the financial difficulties of the mine itself. Didn't tell the strikers about Rodriguez because honestly, I don't know what they'd do to him and I don't want another man's death on my conscience and this is less personal than with Bo. Also didn't talk to the strikers in the diner as I didn't want to get attack and/or weaken their efforts.

I did get to go everywhere, the pastor revelation was interesting, but I misread the "this doesn't mean we're friends" and wish it hadn't been so cold, even if yeah, friendship in this game requires immense trauma and life-threatening situations, so you know, maybe Daniel shouldn't want to be my friend.

I regret drinking Sybil's tea, I don't like tea but I thought maybe her insights would be useful... which they weren't. "Oh no, your cousin is going to betray you", I don't trust that idea as far as I can throw it and since I don't have powerful build, that's not very far anyways. At least, according to the decision tree I'm using as reference, I saw more of the Enoch/Teddy interaction.

I do feel sorry for Reese, but no way was I going to let him murder Dr Kelly. That's just more trauma to endure, and also, he does literally turn into a powerful monster when emotionally distressed, so wanting to prevent that from happening is a reasonable desire even if her approach could 100% be better. Also, Sybil was not slick, I already knew she was giving the Doc the castor beans, fucking with my head was as much a confirmation of that belief as hearing it normally. Also, Dr Kelly talking about Reese's dad was really humanising, definitely made me want to chat with her more. Hopefully the game allows you to convince the pair to go about cognitive behavioural therapy / anger management without the need for pills.

Sad that I missed out more Tabitha bonding by not calling her, but I also didn't want to put her in harms unnessecarily (the mines were specifically her business, and the ghost hunting was a group thing anyway). Hope I get a chance to help her and Stella reconnect without having to try and recreate this playthrough up to that point.

And the main reason I wanted to write this:

Based on the death certificate and the vision, Enoch lied about Teddy's cause of death, and with Charlie Jr's death being connected to the sigil and Edwardine's sadness in the moment all leads me to believe that there may come a moment when Tabitha, or maybe the MC, will be tempted to sacrifce the other to secure the future of Scarlet Hollow, and I need to be able to beg Tabitha not to make a blood sacrifice of my character before it gets to that point. And like, I know that feeds into the Sybil tea thing, but that also suggests premeditation which I don't think is the case. I just don't want my character to be made into a literal blood sacrifice on the alter of capitalism when I'm already a figurative one irl.

#scarlet hollow

8 notes · View notes

littlemissmanga · 10 months

Text

Get to know me

Thanks for the tag @blueink-bluesoul, @deejadabbles, and @anxiouspineapple99!

Relationship Status: Married (together 9 years, married for 3)

Favorite color: Pastels, but mostly pink/blue/purple

Song stuck in my head: “Misty Mountains" from the Hobbit, but the Peter Hollans acapella version specifically.

Last song I listened to: “Tir Na Nog" IDK the artist, it's just on the vikings/celtic playlist my husband puts on when he does yard work.

Last thing I googled: 1950s style bathing suits - swim dresses and high-waisted bottoms ftw.

Dream Trip: Japan (tried to convince hubby to go for our much delayed honeymoon, but we decided to go with NZ. One day, Japan, one day).

Anything I want right now: For my headache to go away. I think I'm coming down with a cold and I am not thrilled about it.

NPT (sorry for any duplicates): @sunshinesdaydream @spacemagicandlaserswords @l-lend @burningfieldof-clover

#thanks for the tags!

9 notes · View notes

grandmaster-anne · 1 year

Text

By Royal invitation Inside Prince Charles & Camilla’s London home

Australian Women’s Weekly NZ | Published 17 July 2019

PHOTOGRAPHY by HUGO BURNAND

Standing outside the “Birthday Gates” of Clarence House, it’s impossible not to be reminded of the Queen Mother. As a child growing up in England, I remember crowds gathering every year outside these big black gates in Stable Yard Road, hoping to greet the former Queen Elizabeth who would step outside her front door on August 4 to receive birthday wishes from the people. It was one of those peculiarly British rituals which underlined the public affection for the royal family and started in 1970, continuing until Her Royal Highness’s final birthday at the age of 101. The custom resulted in the current moniker for the gates, and as The Australian Women’s Weekly is welcomed inside for a privileged private tour of the house and gardens, currently the London home of Prince Charles, his wife, the Duchess of Cornwall, and a privileged swarm of London’s bee population, I can’t help but notice reminiscences of the Queen Mother everywhere.

Clarence House, nestled in a perfect oasis of calm just behind The Mall, is a unique royal residence which I suspect holds a special place in the hearts of all the family who have lived here. It was built in the 1820s for the Duke of Clarence, who later became King William IV, and has been altered and refurbished over the centuries for seven very different royal occupants.

Prince Charles became Heir Apparent to the British throne at the tender age of three when he was living at Clarence House, and all of a sudden his childhood was turned upside down. Together with his sister Anne, their cosy world moved across Green Park to the vast corridors of Buckingham Palace. His mother was no longer a princess, but Queen Elizabeth II, at just 25.

It must have been quite a shock, for even though Clarence House is an historic royal residence next to St James’s Palace, the one-time principal residence of the monarch, it has the warmth and aura of a family home, which for a time Princess Elizabeth, The Duke of Edinburgh and their two children enjoyed immensely. It’s easy to imagine Prince Charles learning to walk here, toddling along the corridors and into the gardens with the corgis scampering through.

His grandmother, the Queen Mother, lived here for 49 years after her daughter became Queen, and for some of that time Princess Margaret – before the Princess married and moved to Kensington Palace – lived here with her mother. There were glittering cocktail parties and picnics on the lawns, and the Queen Mother was a huge patron of contemporary art, much of which hangs on the walls. Then, following the Queen Mother’s death in 2002, Prince Charles moved back in with his sons, and in 2005 was joined by his wife Camilla.

Today the residence, which is one of the last remaining aristocratic town houses in London, is not just the Heir’s London home, which he and his wife live in for around 70 days a year. It’s also the brains trust for his court, with offices for the Prince’s household. The Prince and Duchess have private rooms upstairs, while the downstairs living areas are used to entertain heads of state, foreign royalty and guests from all walks of life. Here the Prince of Wales recently hosted President Trump, and past visitors read like a who’s who of world figures, including the Dalai Lama, who calls the Prince, “very close, best of friends” and wandered hand in hand with HRH around the gardens. The magnolia spectrum that the Dalai Lama planted in 2008 still holds pride of place.

Part of the appeal for dignitaries, I suspect, is the homeliness of Clarence House, for even though it is filled with intriguing historic artefacts, furniture and paintings, and is the home of the future King of the United Kingdom, you really do feel you are being invited into a family sanctum. There are family photographs everywhere, especially of His Royal Highness’s sons and grandchildren, and behind every book, every object, is a story that is very personal.

I start my tour through the main front door into the entrance hall, where there are wooden toys that Prince Charles and Princess Anne played with, including an old-fashioned baker’s trolley and a wheelbarrow. But I can’t take my eyes off an extraordinary pedestal clock. This magnificent eighteenth-century piece with three painted dials plays tunes and features hands with crowns on their tips. It was a wedding gift to Prince Charles’ grandparents – the then Duke of York who became King George VI and Lady Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon – from the citizens of Glasgow in Scotland.

As I soon discover, the house is filled with gifts and many are from Australia. Some are permanently on display, like the four paintings in the Lancaster Room – first room on the right – and other items Prince Charles has kindly brought into the house today from the Royal Collection or Buckingham Palace, especially for my visit. The paintings are by Melbourne artist Norma Bull, who came to England in 1939. “She was an unofficial war artist in London and would just walk out after bombings and literally draw and paint what she saw,” a member of the royal household tells me. These were particularly poignant for Queen Elizabeth, who with the King defiantly stayed in London throughout the Blitz, personally visiting the capital’s bombed out streets. “In 1947 there was an exhibition of Bull’s paintings and Queen Elizabeth bought nine, among them these four. Norma Bull then gifted another two.”

The royal family’s connection to Australia is deep-seated, and the Prince was particularly keen for The Australian Women’s Weekly readers to see a very special pair of booties, which usually sit in the nursery corridor in Buckingham Palace. They were made for his mother when she was baby and presented to his grandmother, then the Duchess of York, by Indigenous Australians in Victoria when Her Royal Highness toured in 1927. They’re made from shells, velvet and sand and are exquisite.

Another souvenir from that visit is a small rock studded with gleaming nuggets of gold. The Prince’s grandmother’s handwritten note has also been saved: “Gold Bearing Quartz from Ballarat 29.4.27”.

In honour of my visit there is a display of Australian native flora in the dining room, and the air is rich with eucalyptus. Suitably, the silver wine coolers either side are a wedding gift, “to the Duke of York (later King George VI) on his marriage to Lady Bowes-Lyon, April 26, 1923, from Australians in London.”

When Prince Charles hosts dinners here, I am told he likes to sit in the middle rather than at the head of the table so he can talk to everyone, and he also likes to face the stunning painting of his grandmother as a young queen that hangs above the fireplace which is lit in winter. The painting is by Augustus John and is actually an unfinished work. “When he was asked to come to Buckingham Palace to paint Queen Elizabeth he was overcome and couldn’t look Her Majesty in the face, hence the detail on the dress. They provided him with a drink and even had a string quartet play next door to try to calm him down, but it really wasn’t working. When the Blitz started, they decided that they would finish the sittings because it was too dangerous. The artist rolled up the canvas and took it back to his studio. Then in the 1960s, there was a retrospective of his work and the Northern Shipping Line bought the painting as a gift for the Queen Mother as she was then, who was launching a ship for them. She absolutely loved it.”

The Queen Mother was a fan of preparatory sketches, finding them often to have more vibrancy than the finished work, and there are many throughout the house.

Each of the downstairs rooms has its own unique personality. The pale blues of the Morning Room reflect the Queen Mother’s racing colours, while the rich reds, golds and greens of the Garden Room echo the colours in a fine wall tapestry given to Queen Victoria by Emperor Napoleon III. There are small doors beneath the windows in this room, which I’m told were opened to let the corgis run into the garden.

But most notable are two musical instruments – a golden harp made especially for the Prince of Wales which is played by the royal harpist, and a Steinway grand piano which used to be in the Royal Lodge in Windsor and on which Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret learned to play. Noël Coward regularly played on this piano and was a frequent visitor to Clarence House. On top is one of his songbooks, in which the legendary playwright and composer has written, “To Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother, from Noël Coward”, and an indication of the sort of parties held here is a wine glass stain on the opening page!

One room which very few visitors see is on the third floor and holds special significance for Australia. It is called “The Quiet Room”, panelled in jarrah wood, a wedding gift to the Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh from the Australian people. As I walk into this room there is a rich smell of the wood, and on the wall is a painting by James Ranalph Jackson of Australian bushland, presented to the Queen Mother by the government and people of NSW in February 1958.

The gardens at Clarence House have been remodelled by Prince Charles, adding a formal area in memory of his grandmother, laid out to His Royal Highness’s own design by members of The Prince’s Foundation School of Traditional Arts. The trees in the formal part of the garden have been topiaried into the shape of the Queen Mother’s parasol. While elsewhere, the Prince has introduced long grass where wild orchids grow and a vegie patch, which serves the house. On my visit crops of kale, spinach, carrots, broad beans, runner beans, leeks and lettuce burst through the soil.

In 2017 the Prince installed two beehives, and honey is harvested from the hives at Clarence House once a year. There is also a bee hotel, a curious collection of bamboo tubes fixed to the wall. “Beehives are for colonies but not all bees are in colonies, a lot of them are solitary and in the winter they find it quite difficult to find somewhere to be warm,” explains a household spokesperson. “The bee hotel has bamboo shoots with nooks and crannies for bees and insects to shelter and have a home.”

The gardens are also used for medal ceremonies and parties, including the Elephant Family masked ball to raise funds for the foundation, set up by the Duchess of Cornwall’s late brother Mark Shand.

And every year the Duchess invites children from a children’s hospice to decorate the Clarence House Christmas tree. “It is a lovely event that really sums up the joy of this house,” says a member of the household.

From Down Under

#king charles iii #queen camilla #clarence house #article

25 notes · View notes

evanbi-ckley · 1 year

Text

Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people you want to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @spotsandsocks

relationship status: married - it'll be 7 years in October 😳

favourite colours: most greens, blues, and purples

song stuck in my head: Tired by beabadoobee

three favourite foods: lentil curry, atkilt, and dressing (a la thanksgiving in the US)

last song I listened to: I'll be Missing You by Diddy, Faith Evans, and 112

dream trip: it's been NZ since I was in high school, and my partner and I have recently talked about traveling through Asia - mainly Japan, South Korea, Thailand, Nepal, and wherever else we feel like

last thing(s) i googled: Rodgers and Hammerstein, the phone number for our local clinic, and how to convert miles to kilometers

No pressure tagging @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @alyxmastershipper @buddiefication @buddierights @singlethread @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @i-had-bucky

Also I'm sorry this is orange, but it's the only way I can see shit in dark mode on the app

#tag game #get to know me better #personal bullshit #jules speaks

10 notes · View notes

leeyanyanyaaan · 1 year

Text

dating door game skz fic

11/03/2023

based on this yt video:

youtube

concept:

reunion after graduating uni

reader notes that they went to hs w them too

driving car w hyunsung twins in back

jisung grabs readers phone and puts their playlist on bluetooth

hyunjin talking abt his holiday w his older sib, jisung getting jelly bc he had to intern elsewhere. got skzoo for reader tho

picking up jeongin from train station bc he came back from busan. hugs and happy reunion. jeongin is like their lil bro

everyone excited to see each other bc they haven't been together in ages. hyunreader going to nz, jisung intern in usa, chanlix in aus, jeongin busan, minho back to gimpo

reader gets soft at thought of minho, excited to see him most, their bf

they arrive at kbbq place they planned to eat at. chanlix is alrdy there. reader asks wheres minho. say he's still on his way. reader texts and updates minho. the group enters

they start cooking the meat. then they start teasing abt readers relationship w minho. reader groans and asks to change subject, but they take advantage of minho not being there.

comments how they were head over heels for each other and a wild couple, mentioning their embarrassing and sappy stories.

just when reader gets too embarrassed minho finally arrives. sits by reader and gets affectionate.

group starts chatting and reminiscing high school days.

when they finish, they all leave, but minho holds reader back, asking them to come with him somewhere. reader looks to jeongin and the twins, and they give her a thumbs up, alrdy knowing what was up

minho takes reader to a beautifully decorated place. reader is in awe. when reader turns around minho proposes. they happily accept.

end.

my results:

childhood friend - jisung best friend - jeongin/hyunjin brother - jisung/hyunjin live in - seoul classmates - chan/felix/jeongin drunk kiss - minho vacation - hyunjin shared music taste - jisung buys skzoo - jisung confession date - minho affectionate while sleepy - minho stares and gets shy when caught - minho late night vc - hyunjin comfort hugs - jeongin/hyunjin/jisung late night visit - jeongin/minho first time - minho proposed - minho study partners - felix/hyunjin/jisung neighbours - chan/felix squad - minsung concert of - ATEEZ date - minho surprise party planner - minho marrying - minho

lmao this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i only remembered bc im here on tumblr at 1am 💀 deciding to post it anyways just to put something on my blog lol

10 notes · View notes

guitarnacle · 5 months

Text

i never do these so im making a ten songs post, if you feel like it i love seeing peoples music taste please do this also 👁👁 !! i want to see

(first ten songs that come up shuffling my liked songs/most used playlist btw)

1. that life by unknown mortal orchestra

i really like this band even tho normally im not about quiet rock or house or whatever theyve got going on but these guys from auckland of all places have got so much groove. i always forget theyre from nz. also the bassist is named Jacob Portrait <- extreme jealosy

2. chick habit, april march by bound

i like this song a lot its very catchy and i like that it was in but im a cheerleader

3. rise up with fists!! by jenny lewis, also the watson twins

this song is okay

4. tonight i feel like kafka by jealous of the birds

this was added when i was 16 going through my alt pop phase and it stuck around because it sticks in my head and i actually do want to pierce my nipples. their other album is better

5. the look of love by nina simone

I love her <3 she reminds me so much of being in my jazz friends kitchen peace and love. nina simone gets it, little girl blue and high priestess of soul are my favorite of her albums

6. PJ Harvey's version of red right hand

scaryyyy <3 i love pj harvey but i honestly prefer the nick cave version this one is too slow for me. i love the key its in though she sings like a violin sometimes. stories from the city and to bring you my love are my favorites of hers also plants and rags

7. the only living boy in new york by simon & garfunkel

my friend had a phase where she would sing this in every conversation she liked it so much

8. the spy by the doors

sometimes i have the music taste of the most basic dad in the world im just glad the shameful 3 dylan songs in my liked songs didnt come up

9. the real slim shady eminem

i listened to this a lot and i mean a lot for a period of 2 weeks so its on my spotify charts forever now, the same thing happened with the bad touch

10. mantra for the lost by catatonia

!!!! im so happy this came up. mulder and scully by catatonia is soo fun everyone listen to it NOW

2 notes · View notes

litgwritersroom · 2 years

Note

Request:

Please do a Tai smut I miss that big friendly giant x

FOLLOW YOUR INSTINCTS

S3 | Tai | 3100+ words | @mrsbsmooth

As requested. But it has a plotline!

Fun Fact: Calling someone an egg in NZ is very common and is a harmless / endearing insult. Similar to calling someone a sausage.

__________

“Ref!” Matiu yelled, getting right up in the ref’s face. “Come on! Are you fuckin’ blind? They’re collapsing the scrum!”

The ref took a step back, clearly a little frightened. He nodded and blew his whistle, calling the penalty.

“That’s how it’s done” Matiu whispered to him.

Tai frowned. He looked up at the clock. Twenty-two seconds left in the half.

16-16.

“Go for the line, go for the line” Matiu whispered.

“What? No! He’s gotta take the two!” Tai whispered. “There’s no guarantee they’ll make it over the line. And the front row are so tired, a line break’s pretty much a guarantee.”

Jared, his halfback, looked over, and Matiu motioned for him to go for the line. He furrowed his brow, and played the ball, only for the other team to intercept it, break through their defensive line, and go flying up the other end of the field to score a try. The kick followed, and the scoreline updated.

Fuckin’ called it. Tai thought, frustrated.

"Fuckin' shit." Matiu raged, kicking the grass, scowling at everyone and no one in particular.

16-22

The clock wound down, and the buzzer rang out.

Half-time.

The teams both headed into the sheds, and Tai followed, clipboard and notes in hand.

Matiu was already shouting at them by the time he made it in.

“Alright, alright, shut up, shut up” He called. “Mikey, two of those tries have been on your wing. Sort your shit out. Front row, none of your faces are pretty enough to worry about losing teeth to a knee knock. Wrap their legs up.”

Tai looked around the disheartened faces of the team. They didn’t need to be ripped a new one right now.

He smiled at Jared and Mikey, who immediately knew what he was about to say.

“Front row, you hear that?”

The team beamed at him. Tai’s voice echoed around the locker room as he started. “To the windowwwwwwwwwwww”

“To the wall!” The team called back, as Tai did a slut drop, twerking hard, making the boys crack up laughing. They joined in, dancing, singing, and hyping up as best they could, despite their exhaustion from the difficult half. An entire locker-room of sweaty rugby players all dancing to Get Low.

As he finished hyping them up, and they settled back to rehydrate, looking far more relaxed. Matiu pulled him aside. He lowered his voice, the wrinkles on his old, old face pronounced as he frowned at him.

“Tai, we spoke about this. You've got a very, very high football IQ, but you need to get serious. If you’re ever going to make it to coaching a national team, you can’t be so buddy-buddy with the boys. You’ve gotta step up, mate.”

Tai sighed. “I know. I know.”

"It's called leadership. Your instincts for it will mature, with time." Matiu clapped him on the back. “How about you take over for the second half? You need practice. Plus, I think I need to sit for a bit.”

Tai nodded and made his way back out to the field. He went to fill up his water bottle, but saw a commotion on the side of the field. The ref was lying on the ground, hand on his leg, which was quite obviously twisted at an odd angle. He rushed over, joining the crowd to see if he was okay.

“He managed to trip over a rogue footy, and went flying. Fuckin’ egg.”

Tai chuckled softly and looked down at who’d said it. A petite, pretty blonde, covered in piercings. He smiled at her, and she winked at him.

Damn.

Matiu made his way out, practically tripping over the ref, and panicking. “Are there any other qualified referees here?”

Blonde metalface put her hand up. “Yeah, I can ref if you want.”

Tai’s eyebrows raised, and he smiled at her wider.

Matiu frowned. “Anyone else?”

She frowned back. “Mate, I’m NZRL qualified.”

“Still prefer someone a little…. er… more experienced.”

Tai looked at Matiu, knowing exactly why Matiu didn’t want her refereeing. Part of the generation that thought girls could only be vaguely interested in Rugby if their dads or boyfriends were.

“Bro” he said, disapprovingly.

Everyone was frowning at Matiu. He rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Tai glanced down at Metalface. “Sorry about him, ref. I’m head coach for this half.”

She glared at Matiu, then back at Tai, and said nothing, just turning on her heel and making her way over to the office to change. Tai picked the ref up, helping him into a chair, and followed Matiu back to their side.

*****

Later, in the Rugby Club’s bar.

16-34.

Every. Single. Fucking. Call.

Tai was meant to be the one coaching. He was the one meant to be dealing with the Referee. Matiu had gotten up in the ref’s face for every single fucking call. But, to her credit, Metalface didn’t seem intimidated by him whatsoever.

The calls that had gone their way, he’d been freaking out so much about what Matiu had said, he’d completely gone against his instincts, and made the play he thought Matiu would make. Matiu nodded at him approvingly after every one, but it backfired. Every. Single. Time.

“I swear to god I’ll have her fucking stripped of her license” Matiu said, taking a large, frustrated gulp from his beer.

“Come on, bro. A lot of that was me making bad calls. Besides, this game didn’t matter for us anyway. We’ve already made it through qualifying. It’s not that big of a deal.” Tai sipped at his, pensively.

Matiu drained his. “Fuck it. I’m too old for this shit. I’ve told you time and time again that you need to take this more seriously. You’re as thick as your neck, Tai. What fuckin’ good are you if you don’t even have the balls to rip the Ref a new one when they deserve it?”

Matiu stood, grabbing his keys from the bar, and shook his head. “See you at practice, assistant coach.”

******

Tai sat quietly for a little while, mulling over his beer. He hated this part of the job. The part where he had to not be himself. Where he had to yell at people. To pull it together and act all professional. Should he start showing up to games in a suit, like Matiu? He loved walking around in his training jersey. It made him feel like he and the guys were on the same side. He got them. He knew them. And he knew how to help them win. He didn’t get why everything had to get more complicated than that.

Just as he was finishing his beer, he saw her. She was on the other side of the bar. He called the bartender over.

“Oi, Jimmy, her beer's on me. And give us another one, yeah?”

Jimmy poured two pints, one in front of Tai, and went over to Metalface, dropping the pint in front of her. She looked up, surprised, and Tai tipped his glass at her, nodding an acknowledgement at her, before taking a big sip. She chuckled, and walked directly over.

She’d changed out of her Ref’s jersey, and back into her denim shorts and t-shirt combo. She placed the drink in front of him, and chuckled.

“What’d you put in it?”

Tai’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“What is it? Piss? Cyanide?”

He chuckled. “Nah, didn't have time. Unfortunately just beer.”

“Well, if you’re anything like your other coach, I’m not drinking it.”

Tai frowned at her. “It’s more of a sorry. Matiu was pretty awful. And a thanks for picking up the game for us.”

“Yeah, but if the game had been cancelled, it would’ve looked much better for your for-and-against scores at the end of the season.”

Shit. He hadn’t even thought of that.

“Shit. You’re right.”

He smirked, and picked up her glass, pretending he was about to walk off with it. “I just need to take this to the bathroom for a sec.”

She cracked up laughing, and he grinned at her.

“I’m Tai, by the way.”

“Maddy. Good to know you’re not gonna lose your shit like the other one.”

“Yeah, not my style. I’m not gonna rip you a new one just because we lost.”

“Mmm. That’s a shame.”

Tai glanced down at her, and raised an eyebrow.

Was this on? He got a gut feeling this was on.

"Ahhh, you referees. You just can't get enough of me. Throwing games on purpose just to get my attention."

Maddy laughed loudly, "Yep, that's exactly what it was. You got me. You losing had nothing to do with your shitty coaching calls."

“I knew it. It was all your fault. You were just riling me up.”

“Yep. You got me. Wanted to get you a bit angry. See if you would 'rip me a new one'”

Maddy bit her lip, looking him up and down.

Oh yeah, it's on.

*****

It was only about ten more minutes before he had Maddy up against the wall in the locker rooms. He lifted her t-shirt, letting his hands glide over her waist, the smell of the locker room shower gel filling the air. She must’ve showered after the game. He’d always hated the smell of it. but on her, it smelled incredible.

She had her hands in his hair as she kissed him, pulling the hair tie out of his ponytail, as she pulled his jersey over his head. She bit her lip as she admired his shirtless body, running her hands over his tattoos, her lip ring disappearing invitingly inside her mouth as she bit it. He leaned down, kissing where it had disappeared, and she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He raised an eyebrow. Maybe…

He tested his theory, bringing his mouth to her ear, flicking one of the many, many bars there with his tongue. She gasped into him. He growled his approval into her and kissed down her neck. Her bra was strapless, so he reached behind her, unclasping it, wondering if his theory was… yep.

As soon as she slipped her bra off, he saw them. Nipples pierced.

“So, the piercings are where you like to be kissed, hey?”

Maddy’s mouth curled at the sides in an amused smirk. “You’ve got good instincts.”

He winked at her, drawing one of her nipples into his mouth. He had to basically crouch down to do so, she was so much shorter than him. But as he flicked his tongue gently over the metal bars, the reaction she gave made him literally not care whatsoever. He switched to her other breast, gently kissing it, letting his tongue trace around the bar, Maddy’s lips parted, her breath heavy as he did.

Tai grinned to himself, as he dropped completely to his knees. He deftly undid the zip on her shorts, slipping them off her legs with her underwear. He could already see the small bar between them. Clit piercing.

He liked Maddy.

He chuckled, and grabbed her ankle, lifting her leg over his shoulder. He brought his lips to her, tracing his tongue over the bar, gently kissing her clit. She jolted underneath him, and he pressed harder against her. He looked up, eying the distance, and judged the ceiling as being high enough to do what he was about to do.

He lifted her other leg over his shoulder, taking her full weight, and stood, sliding her up the wall until he was standing at his full height, his face between her legs.

She squealed slightly, her arms reaching out to press her hands against the ceiling. “Oh my god, don’t drop me.”

He pulled back, kissing her thighs. “I’m not gonna drop you. You weigh like, nothing.”

Her t-shirt was lifted almost all the way up to her chin, but other than that, she was completely naked. She was completely exposed to him.

He continued to work his mouth against her, and she relaxed, being able to do absolutely nothing except let him do what he was doing. Her hands were in his hair, and he groaned into her as she started to pull it. Her moans started to build, and his tongue found its rhythm against her.

“Oh my god, Tai, fuck, yes.”

He groaned into her as she pulled his head harder against her, his tongue pressed against the small bar, as Maddy went completely silent. Her mouth fell open and her eyebrows furrowed as she came against his mouth, her legs clamping around his head as he rode her through it. She tapped his head to release her, and he set her down gently, but she wasn’t done with him yet. Maddy dropped to her knees, and reached her hand into his shorts, pulling his cock out with almost zero hesitation.

“Oh mad, twinsies” she smiled. She ran her tongue along his own very intimate piercing.

He stuck his tongue out slightly, biting it, the cheeky gesture making her smile.

She stuck her tongue out fully in return, showing off her tongue piercing, and he shuddered as she ran it along the underside of his cock. He planted his hands on the wall behind her, and she took his tip in her mouth, the gentle suction of her mouth making Tai groan with pleasure.

She worked up and down him, and he watched her with great interest, eventually dropping one hand to the back of her head. She pulled back, swirling her tongue around his tip, paying special attention to the piercing at his sensitive tip.

He pulled her head back, and reached down, lifting her to her feet. She watched with anticipation as he reached for his wallet. He pulled out a condom, and rolled it on.

“Fuck you’re tall” she laughed.

“I’m not tall. You’re just short. Maybe that’s why you missed so many penalties. Couldn’t see.”

She scoffed with laughter, and he smirked at her. He sat on the bench behind him, pulling her toward him, and she straddled him. He angled himself toward her, and she groaned as she lowered down on top of him.

“Oh fuck, Tai, yes”

Fuck she felt good.

He kissed her hard as she rode him, his hands on her toned, tight ass, pulling her against him. His enormous hands all over her, his arms wrapped around her. He spread his legs wider, desperately trying to fuck her as deeply as he could without hurting her.

“Fuck, fuck, you feel so good” She gasped “Fuck, I’m getting close again”

Tai stopped, holding her completely still. Then, his hands under her ass, he stood, pressing her back against the wall. She looked wildly at him, her eyes wide with need as she tried to push her hips against him. Finding herself completely at his mercy, she groaned at him with disapproval.

“You gave us bad calls on purpose” he whispered, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I was only joking” she groaned, trying to rock her hips against his. “Come on”

He withdrew from her, a cheeky smirk on his face, only giving her the tip of him. “Admit it”

“Tai, come on, fuck me”

“Admit it.”

“But it’s not true!” She groaned, laughing.

“Do you want to come again, or not?” He asked, playfully.

The cheeky grin on his face made her laugh. He wasn’t serious. He was just fucking with her. She grinned, and then screwed her nose up at him in disapproval.

“I did it on purpose, Tai. All the calls. I did it on purpose so you’d lose.”

“I knew it” he chuckled, as he bent his knees slightly. He thrust up into her, hard. His hands were completely splayed on her, pulling her against him as he thrust into her. He tortured her, watching her tits bounce with each thrust, as again, she could do nothing except allow him to hold her legs open while he fucked her, her arms around his enormous shoulders, hands twisted in his thick hair.

“Fuck, yes, Tai, yes, yes”.

Her mouth opened, and her head pressed back into the wall as he fucked her into oblivion, knowing his piercing would be pressing on her G-spot each time he passed it. Her moans were perfectly timed with it, and she seemed to be shuddering each time he thrust into her.

“Fuck, Tai, I’m coming, I’m coming”

He groaned as her walls gripped his cock, trying to hold onto his rhythm for as long as he could. She felt so fucking good. So fucking tight.

As soon as she inhaled again, he dropped her legs, and turned her around, pressing back into her from behind, the change of position allowing him to pull her on and off him with the depth he so desperately needed. Her hands were pressed against the wall, and it was only a few more thrusts before he followed her off the edge. She rocked her hips back against him as he came, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as he groaned. They were a tangled mess of sweat by the time he’d come down from it. He leaned over the top of her his hand on the wall, careful not to put his weight on her, and she giggled.

“I thought for sure you were about to stick it in my ass”

He laughed heartily “Damn, didn’t realise that was an option”

“Well, you said you were going to rip me a new one, so…”

“Ahhh, next time then.”

He pulled out of her, discarding the condom, and she turned to face him. She started redressing, but paused. “What do you mean, next time?”

Tai grinned at her. “Well, it’s quarter-finals next week. And if our regular Ref’s out, they’re gonna need a new one.”

Maddy laughed “Oh, and here I was thinking that was you saying you were gonna call me.”

Tai wrapped his arms around her, tilting her chin up, and kissing her. “Can I?”

Maddy wrapped her arms around him. “I dunno. I don’t want to seem compromised if I do end up reffing for you.”

*****

“Sub Mikey out. He’s lagging.” Matiu hissed.

Tai shook his head. “No. Mikey plays for thirty minutes each half. The lag only lasts for a minute. He’ll get his second wind in a sec, and he’ll–”

Tai’s voice was drowned out by the crowd, who cheered Mikey on as he went flying up the sideline to put the ball down over the line for a try. Tai motioned to the field, demonstrating his point.

As soon as the other team got the ball, though, one of the other team seemed to get straight past Mikey and run all the way down the other end to score a try.

Matiu smiled smugly.

But Tai saw it. Mikey had been held back by one of the other team.

“Ref!” Tai called “Obstruction on twelve!”

Maddy nodded at him, and went to confer with the sideline judges, who agreed, overturning the other team’s try.

Matiu stood silently, his mouth open at the scoreboard.

44-6

“I don’t get it. This referee hated us, last week.”

“Mmm. Funny that.” Tai laughed.

“Did you talk to her?” Matiu said, his eyes sparkling.

“Yep”

“D’you rip her a new one?” He beamed.

Tai smiled at Maddy, who overheard the comment. “Nah. Not yet. But I told her I was gonna.”

Matiu looked prouder than Tai had ever seen him. “See, this is what I wanted to see from you, Tai. It takes real initiative to go and handle it like that. Big guy like you, I’m sure you talked some sense into her.”

Maddy overheard that one, too, and Tai could see her shoulders shaking a little with laughter. She glanced over at him, and he winked at her.

“Oh yeah, for sure, mate. Just had to trust my instincts”

#litg #litg fanfic #ask #litg Tai #litg s3 #litg season 3 #mrsbsmooth #litg writers room #writers room

38 notes · View notes