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z0urcherri · 9 months

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Not really a full review but just the thoughts at the forefront of my mind If they'd of just cut some horror references (Shining elevator especially) down into shorter scenes (it'd also work as an unobtrusive background element) AND made it easier to tell apart future and past characters that happen to be in the same scene together, this film would honestly be damn near perfect. It was still an enjoyable experience, though. Alot of scenes genuinely come close to freaking me out, like the respawn terminal failure. Having a fully voice acted cast and some custom models was a treat, i just don't see why some were custom and some were just Scout with a mustache slapped on. Plus, in the funeral scene, it's too noticeable how detailed Redmond and Blutarch are compared to everyone else in the room. I joked at one point that they blew the character budget on those two and couldn't afford to detail everyone else. The voice direction also felt lacking, with certain actors (excluding Scout's and Soldier's bc DAMN i actually asked a couple times if they got Rick, posthumously, and Nathan to do the voice work) focusing more on sounding as much as they could like the original mercs than the actual performance. Mind you i'm not saying they did a BAD job, they did after all do a fantastic job with the emotional line deliveries. Usually, you would complain about the cartoony art style of TF2 clashing with someone's high-end attempt to make the shots photorealistic or so, but since Fortress Films went to all the trouble of touching up everything with grit and keeping it consistent throughout scenes, it honestly works well even if non-TF2 models end up being used. The contrast actually fits. The plot...honestly, again, this is where i wish certain horror tropes got cut way down. Did we really need a whole scene of zombie mercs doing stereotypical zombie things? I don't even think it added anything to the plot, it just happened and was pretty easy to forget right after they're all killed. It's just how it never gets referenced again once it's over. I'm...also not really a fan of the shoehorned Christian imagery around the end. It's basically another trope and again it added pretty much nothing. It's also fun trying to figure out who can and can't actually die. This, ironically, might be the only thing from the zombie scene worth any salt, if the implication is RED mercs zombify after some time while BLU just infinitely respawns (Jules wouldn't be dead and therefore would not need saving if this were the case, which is inch resting) The attention to detail otherwise is fantastic. I keep finding parallels i didn't catch the first time. Along with shots that are legit drop-dead GORGEOUS, or even cutting-edge as far as cinematography goes and are incredibly rare to see in other SFM animations, the mo-cap is some of the best i've seen. It's rough sometimes and makes for some funny facial expressions, but when it works it WORKS. The theatrical feel is just...unmatched. You almost wonder if Valve themselves produced this because of how good the scenes look. I was also really impressed with the sound design, and also the fire and water effects, prominent throughout the film. Obviously, i think the film was really, really good, it's just that some parts feel like this project started as a shitpost animation, before getting stitched together with the parts where the team decided "no, we need to put actual effort into this". I also don't understand why, if the soundtrack is an original composition, the artist couldn't be credited anywhere. Anyway, go see Emesis Blue and come back with your own thoughts.

#me stuff #emesis blue #fortress films #tf2 #team fortress 2

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antonballdeluxe · 2 years

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The Burden of Being Seen Online

I talk about one of my fears that's plagued me recently again.

When you access the Websites section of the Neocities front page, it automatically sets the viewing mode to the most followed Neocities sites. This is less organic, but more useful in the long run for finding indie sites. The most visited sites on Neocities are a Neopets fansite, some WebGL demonstrations, and the lovely Bogleech. The most followed are the famous Fauux, a districts site that I question if it's alive, Sadgrl, and Dokodemo. I'm friends with at least one of these people, but this intro has gone on enough. For a while, I've been on the second page for the most followed sites. It's still a long journey of a scroll down to find me, but I'm there. Big achievement. Woohoo! Yippee! IT'S HAPPY HOUR!! I'm right there, and with that, comes traffic. And with that, comes being seen.

I've always had a habit of deleting my works once I've grown too large, because being seen has usually made me extremely uncomfortable of a judgement I couldn't see by people who didn't say anything to me, only watched. Being seen is judgement in itself, positive or negative. It shatters me to the core, and feels like eyes piercing my shell. In addition, as of writing this, I have 170-ish followers on my small Tumblr. I literally just reblog shitposts and make my own sillies there. Feels weird. Audience is weird.

But being seen also leads to my goal in life -- to have my works appreciated. I like when people see my art, my writing, the shit I smear on a digital canvas and call my own. Seeing me as a person is another thing. I am just a little guy on the web, and there are many much bigger guys there that could kill me instantly. But what I want to be seen for is not usually what I am actually seen for -- my low-effort, low-time, well-timed small jokes are usually the rocket-launchers. Not the stuff I pour my sweat into. I'm sure that happens to everyone in a high-paced traffic jam of a web, but it does leave me quite miffed by the sight of it.

All of my life, I have been socially isolated in the real world. On the web, it varies. I do not touch normie spaces anymore. I've learnt my lesson -- being seen there is a death sentence to someone who is not right in the head. I slip out of a slight line or say something that isn't on a thin thread, and there are swords pointed at me. I do not understand an ever-changing set of rules on the web or in normie spaces, so I merely stay on my own. Net nomad, some call it. Vagabond is a cooler word, though.

But while I am still a vagabond, this vagabondness is now popular, because everybody else is fed up with the normie web. We gather, create our own spaces, and visit them and leave pretty messages. I have been praised and seen plenty of times here, and I truly treasure it all.

But even that leaves me on edge, for being seen means being percieved, judged, and left to boil in the minds of many.

Being seen is suffering, but one I must persist in, let myself be wound by in order to succeed in what I do best -- create. I create by edge and by whim. I pick up paper and just go at it. Many are like this, most of them also mentally ill as I am, and both refrain from and wish to discuss here. A shy artist is a forgotten one, until perhaps after death, such as Van Gogh. Love that guy's Clone High appearance, by the way.

Hey, you're seeing this right now. Do you have any thoughts on my site? What I write, make?

#schizotypal #schizotypal personality disorder #internet #stpd #nephro.txt #nephro.pdf

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elvisgrace · 2 years

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Check In Tag

Got tagged by @esotheria-sims!

Why did you choose your url?

The origins of 'elvisgrace' are long lost in the mists of time...

Nah, I'm Grace, and back in high school *cough* years ago, 'elvisgrace' was the end result of some joke that I can't even remember at all anymore, save that I thought it was hysterical. It's been my username for pretty much anything and everything non-work related ever since, tracing all the way back to the halcyon days of AOL and Hotmail.

TBH, I'm grateful I can't remeber it because no duobt I'd have to commit jigai due to extreme secondhand embarrasment on my younger self's behalf.

How long have you been on tumblr?

Since 2017, but actively posting is a pretty recent development.

Do you have a queue tag?

No, I'm pretty impulsive as far as posting goes. I usually reblog immediately, and post to my simblr only when I'm uploading something, or have a question for the community.

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Initially it was to follow all the amazing creators posting here so I could snarffle up all the latest cc, then I started using it to upload my stuff as well because creating a website seemed like too much effort.

I probably will one day, but it will only be to mirror/back up all my content here, because I love the community interaction between everyone, and I'd miss it too much.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It’s Hit Girl from Kick Ass. I love her.

Why did you choose your header?

I don't have one.

What’s your post with the most notes?

Either my #university overhaul secret society default, or my follower's gift.

How many mutuals do you have?

How many followers do you have?

172, so three away from my next followers gift!

How many people do you follow?

388, almost all simblrs.

Have you ever made a shitpost?

Does reblogging TS2 memes count as a shitpost? If so, yes.

How often do you use tumblr each day?

When I was using desktop only, maybe every 2-3 days. Now that I have the app, multiple yimes a day.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

No, but I have been outraged on individual blog's behalf twice. Once when someone sent @yakumtsaki a kill yourself anon, and again when someone reblogged one of her memes and was shading her in the tags. Collectively, I've felt really bad for all the Russian simblrs, a great deal of the long-standing members of the community who are 100% against the war and have been getting dumped on solely because they are Russian.

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

Depends. If I've seen that it's already been reblogged a ton, I don't bother. If it's public/humanitarian interest relating to an ongoing current event, I usually do.

Do you like tag games?

Yes!

Do you like ask games?

Yes again!

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

@pixeldolly and @deedee-sims

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Tagging @megamassikalove, @janika31, @yakumtsaki, @frauhupfner, and @emperorofthedark!

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briarfox13 · 3 years

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Thank you @occorner for the tag!

I tag @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth @slothssassin @illusivesoul @starsandskies @alyssalenko but no pressure

Why did you choose your URL?: I like foxes, Briar roses and the number 13! Plus it had a sort of folklore/faerie quality which I like!

Any side blogs?: Nope

How long have you been on tumblr?: I made this is 2014 I think! So been a while, but I didn’t properly use it until about 2015/16 when I got into fandoms

Do you have a queue tag?: No, I just shove stuff in there. I do tag stuff like my OC stuff and some games

Why did you start your blog in first place?: My friends made one so I did too, I think look at some Hobbit stuff (me and my friend like Richard Armitage). Then I sort of forgot about it until I got into gaming and then I turned into that and an art blog

Why did you choose your icon?: It’s my Lillie! I’m really proud of the picture of her so it’s stayed. Lillie is one of my top favourite OCs

Why did you choose your header?: The art is by @savbakk and it has to be to date one of my favourite commissions ever ❤ It means a great deal to me!

What’s your post with most notes?: Errr I think it’s actually the post of my header art

And for my own stuff it’s this one of the three Mass Effect intro screens

How many mutual do you have?: Oh I have no idea I’m afraid, I have a small group that I interact with but I think there’s more than that.

How many followers do you have?: Amusingly it’s 1234! I’m surprised but honoured it’s that high!

How many people do you follow?: 880, though I think some might be dead blogs so I out to go through them!

Have you ever made a shitpost?: Nope, I don’t think I’m quite cool enough for that XD

How often do you use tumblr each day?: it depends, but about 6-7 times a day. I just open up and check whats new. On other days I do not open it at all.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?: Not that I’m aware off, I’m sure there are some who have blocked me for whether reason (and well within their right to) but I like to think I try to stay our of fights and stuff.

How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?: I do relog them, as a creator is it disheartening sometimes to see the likes to reblog ratio. Especially iof I’ve put hours of effort into something.

But I don’t reblog them often so I don’t annoy my followers

Do you like tag games?: Yes! I love them!! I do get tagged in a few and I’m always down to be tagged in more. But I can be slow to do them, I don’t always have the spoon. but I do get there in the end!

Do you like ask games?: Definitely!! I love them, I used to get quite a few but now a days not so much. Again I can be slow but I always aim to answer them at some point!

Which of your tumblr mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?: I have a few! Or at least they are quite big in their fandoms

Do you have crush on mutual?: I definitely have people I consider close friends, and there are loads I admire and would love to be as skilled as them at art or writing or graphics/aesthetics but I don’t think I haver a Tumblr crush

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swithe-ist · 3 years

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cheers @darknesshayz ~~

1: Why did you choose your url?

I’m not good with coming up with usernames, often I just resort to gibberish, but I thought I’d put (any) effort in. I have an interest in linguistics. The name comes from regularly (i.e. following the rules) modernized renditions of OE “swíþ” + “ýst”, meaning “vehement, strong” + “storm, tempest”. It’s not out of any deep attachment to the imagery to be honest, just thought it did the job, lmao. It’s a bit stupid and wanky, especially as this nearly immediately became an exclusively Holby City blog.

2: Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them

Nah, I had an old account ages ago. Thought I’d make another, for novelty’s sake. Had high hopes for the blog before quickly discovering I couldn’t really be bothered. Which is why it’s mostly just holby stuff thus far.

3: How long have you been on Tumblr?

Uhhh, idk, lol. A long time? Not forever, but long enough.

4: Do you have a queue tag?

Nope, I don’t post that much. Just caremad stuff after Holby airs, tbh.

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was watching the Gaskell SL and reading comments in the tags, and started to get mad maybe only a handful of people were seeing or talking about the Johnrik subtext. I figured I was morally obligated to join in lol, and have stubbornly stuck to the show since.

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

To match my username. A swithe ist! ⛈ ⛈

7: Why did you choose your header?

huh, lol I don’t think I have one. I don’t really give a crap about personalization. I was doing that shit in highschool, on Neopets 20 years ago, I don’t care anymore. I’m here to scream into the void, not look cool.

8: What's your post with the most notes?

No idea lol. Probably something from ages ago, the fandom’s mostly moved on.

9: How many mutuals do you have?

10: How many followers do you have?

62, quite a lot of them porn blogs lol.

11: How many people do you follow?

52, with maybe 10-ish of them who post with any kind of regularity.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

A couple. But I’m not good at funny so I don’t usually bother.

13: How often do you use Tumblr each day?

There’s a lull during the day as most of my followers are asleep. So, mornings and evenings usually.

14: Did you ever had a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

Not a fight, and not properly on here, but jeez that off-site discord was a disaster, lol (jokes on me, the name of the site is ‘discord’). I thought I’d try being less anonymous and interact more directly with the fandom. Not gunna make that mistake again. My bad.

15: How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

Annoying. Tumblr is escapist for me, so being harrangued by yooves high on their self-righteousness gets up my nose. It’s mostly liberal, slacktivist circle-jerks. Log off and do something useful.

16: Do you like tag games?

Like this? I don’t mind, I spose.

17: Do you like ask games?

I’m guessing this is those ‘post an emoji if ____’ type of things? Yeah sure, if I’m in the mood.

18: Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

None, lol. Not bothered.

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nope, did not sign up here for that.

20: Tagging:

No-one! Have at, if you like.

#personal #my very exciting blog

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bbunnylily · 5 years

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Self Reflection in 2018

I've learn a lot as a freshman in this year. The three and for quarter of 2018 teach me a lot of life-learning. It's starts with the mental-hardened experiences I've struggle with. In this Self Reflection Theme, let me highlight the thoughtful principles that you need to adapt in your life. I don't speak as a enlightened-guru, straight A student, or a personal trainer. I talk this because my life purpose is to raise people around me to be a full-achievement and open minded person.

Persistence. Enjoyment. Faith.

The three factor for your life prescription.

1. Persistence

You need to know what you want to accomplish this year, what you need to do in order to get your goals done, and what kind of people that you need to collaborate with. If you don't know what are your goals, what;s your life purpose, I suggest you to open your heart. I mean, don't just lay on your beloved bed scrolling through some self-centered shitpost and searching for your need of affection in wholesome memes pages (I know right). I know that you might call me a lame person that tell about obsolete tips, but successful people that i've known are having this personality. There is no shortcut or fancy tips that you just need 1 night to work on it.

Persistence stands for the willing to do an action eventhough you know that kind of action will bothered you, or makes you uncomfortable asf. The persistence is also closely-related to durable. It's clearly described as the willing to do something uncomfortable in a frequent of time to achieve something at the end. You know that the goal's worth is bigger than your temptation. You know the painful journey you've been through is more precious than some short-term happiness. You enjoy that problems and they make you a bigger person, because for all the mental-hardened experiences, they taught you, life is problem. Life is problems itself. One thing that you need to have is a persistence to live as it be.

2. Enjoyment

You worked so hard for accomplishing your life goals. You may feel a little bit restless. You may feel a little bit i-am-too-far-away-from-my-peers. When you feel you have no time for your well-being state of health, just stop it. When you feel that you've put an excess time for a single paper, just leave it. You know that your paper is not worth more than your self consciousness. I always listen carefully for my body needs, the mental and physical. I've been through the depression time in the first third quarter in this year, going to psycholog again and again. I've been diagnosed with some chronic asthma and daily dose of diarrhea until now. I have a inner loop of hell within my body, telling that i have tummyrolls and gross.

I changed it. The first problem: mental illness. I am really open for myself and i have a principle that "this fucking depression just come and it won't stay long. Serotonin and dopamine in my body don't work correctly and i need to boost their productivity" so, i boost it with exercise regularly. My kind of exercise is not that fancy, just a running and 3 hour focus on intense dance. The second problem: physical well-being. I have some issues with my gut condition since birth. My parents told me that I won't eat except the instant noodle and sweet treats. My parents said that I have a "special treatment", that i have to hospitalized every 3-6 month until I reach the elementary school because my gut condition. From junior high school until the national-sat test, I am stocked with well homecooked meals and I never buy anything in my canteen. So, when I am in college now, my body has dropped again because of this gut.

Once I told with my lecturer that if you are in a too sterile environment, your body will be susceptible with the treat of disease. If you are grow with not-so-sterile environment, your body will prepare a memory immune cells which can detect any threat and destroy it quickly. I guess I've raised in too-sterile family that rarely buy food from everywhere. I have a problem with msg, everything that have chilli in it, and red-meat intolerance. Maybe I grow with the vegan mom so I inherited her food habit. In order to have an effort to not get an accute diarrhea again, I need to prepare food by my self and consume supplements on daily basis.

We need to move in real enjoyment. Not pleasure, but enjoyment. We need to choose the long-term kind of enjoyment rather that short term. Scrolling for hours in instagram, wasting times see the recent memes till nothing you can refresh it, staying up late to scroll something "toxin" for your braincells (if you know what i mean). You should have a long term fulfillment of enjoyment, like walking through the nearest forest to be grateful for your existence, writing some article or maybe a rant hahaha, have a brainstorming with someone, cuddle with your beloved one. I am believe that you miss the sense of communicating with other person in a 'pure' state.

3. Faith

You've balanced that persistence and enjoyment. If I allowed to say, faith is my last tips to achieve this life equillibrium. I've discovered my Creator just a past week ago and my faith is strengthen when I had so many miracle through my life. I don't say enough in this tips, but, you need to know and realizing the existence of your Creator in your heart and your mind.

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arsparadoxica · 6 years

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AK;NF: The future of Ars Paradoxica

As you may have noticed, episode 28 is the first of two (2!) midseason finales for the third season of aP. We’re targeting the next batch of episodes to start in mid-February, and the last batch in May.

“That’s weird, and slightly confusing!” you might say, to which we respond: There Ain’t No Rules in Podcasting, that’s half the fun; and because of the brilliant nature of podcasts, you won’t get new episodes when there aren’t and you will when you will, so unless you’re keeping a spreadsheet of when all of your favorite shows are on (like Mischa does), it’s not that confusing. You’ll be hearing from us soonish.

And now, the hard stuff, AKA probably the reason that you’re reading this post: season three is going to be the last season of ars Paradoxica.

Yes, we know. We’re right there with you. But let us explain how we got here.

Back in July, thanks to your astoundingly generous contributions, we got the whole aP story team together in one room to discuss our Season 3 plans, as well as our plans for the future. We laid out everything side by side, and we looked at our goals for the future of ars Paradoxica, and found that we would rather just have the rest of the story contained in one big season instead of splitting up our story across seasons and years. Our philosophy here? All killer; no filler.

We’ve had a vision for aP since we began in our arcanely-architected Cambridge apartment. And a big part of that vision is that we wanted to tell a complete story with a beginning, a middle, and an end. And as we worked on this season, all of us on the team increasingly felt that we were telling the end of that story.

To be perfectly honest, ars Paradoxica is a really difficult show to make. And don’t worry, that’s by design! We didn’t just give the show a pretentious faux-Latin title because we were gonna slack off on it. But with all the effort and brainspace that go into ars Paradoxica, we could be making three brand-new shows, given the resources and experience that are now at our disposal since making, taking, and breaking time travel in fiction podcasts.

Don’t worry fans! We are not leaving you in the cold. We’re still going to be making BTS podcasts, we’re still gonna be around to shitpost about Sally Grissom, and we’ve still got 2 whole arcs left to look forward to. But we like to think we know when to let the best time travel story ever written stand on its own, tie a bow on it, and go out on a high note.

And we can’t what to show you what’s next.

We’ll keep you informed with updates on the future of the show, the future of this Patreon, and the future of audio storytelling, of which we hope to be a big part.

Once again, thank you so much for your continuing love and support of the show. We couldn’t do this without you, and it’s been a dream come true bringing this show to life. We’ll be back in February with more of Season 3. And remember: all killer, no filler.

Love,

❤️aP💙

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odogaronfang · 6 years

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Your shitposting is great my guy, that’s fun. Tell us some random non plot related bs about the BoTW au?

sorry for not getting to this sooner!! when i get asks like this i like to take a couple of days to gather my thoughts so i can give you a better answer!!

- out of the six of them, i think zelda is the most overall mature. i mean, sure, she’s still a kid like the rest of them, and she has her fun, but when it really comes down to it she’s the most responsible and the best at getting done what needs to get done. it comes as a bit of a surprise to people that don’t know them so well, because most of the time they look at serious boring old vio and think that he’s probably the tired and jaded supervisor but. not so.

- adding onto that last thing- people tend to assume that vio is the very dignified one. emotionally detached, won’t let silly little things like feelings and morality get in the way of a job that needs to be done, reserved and calm and all that superficial stereotype stuff. they half expect the trope of the sort of english-gentry type personality. and they could not be further from the truth. that’s how he is superficially, but, like, get close to him and spend some more time with him and you’ll see. he kind of swings between following his stereotype and being just as irritable and generally frustrated as blue and shadow get, and honestly it’s a roll of the dice as to what he is. also? he does curse a lot. he doesn’t always go around shouting fuck at everyone he sees, but if something’s really getting on his nerves for whatever reason, he can out-curse shadow. and usually it’s more under his breath, but that doesn’t mean he really makes much of an effort to hide it.

- vio and blue have a sort of legolas/gimli fighting dynamic going on when they get into the thick of it. “bet i can kill more of these bokoblins than you” “bet i can take down a moblin in less hits than you” “bet i’ll be the one to kill this talus” type stuff. honestly, if they had an encampment to clear and no one was feeling particularly up to the job, they’d just off-handedly mention the results of the last competition and that would almost guarantee another face-off between the two, and everyone else could just sit back and watch the two of them go at it. in these kinds of situations they both know they’re basically being used but neither of them care much. one of vio’s favorite things to do when this happens is to let blue think she’s racking up the points, and then the moment she’s about to strike the killing blow on something, he’ll take it out with an arrow. and he does it repeatedly.

- shadow is extremely lazy and will use his magic for the most mundane of things, once he gets comfortable using it around them. he won’t feel like getting off the couch to get the plate red’s offering him so he just magics it over. he doesn’t want to pack his things so he just uses magic to shove things in his bag. he doesn’t feel like climbing an eight foot hill so he floats himself up. and all the while everyone, and especially blue, is indignant. “if this magic is so important to your survival why are you wasting it lacing up your boots” “because what if i trip??? i could get HURT and i can’t risk it coming undone” (and then he probably gets swatted on the head with something)

- green is intimately familiar with gerudo religion and customs. in theory he’s a follower of hylia according to the hylians’ belief system, because it was mostly his dad who raised him and that was what his dad practiced, but he’s far more interested and in tune with the gerudo religion, despite spending a lot less time with his mom throughout his life. the breakdown of all that is here, but his favorite heroines are nailuk and imura, and even though technically he hasn’t been formally confirmed into their religion, he still follows it all as though he has. and it isn’t a closed religion, so technically he could go and request passage through the rites like any other devotee, but he’s an anxious child and always shies away from completing the devotional trials. of course, every time the subject comes up with his mother, she affectionately makes fun of him for it, and especially so once she learns of their quest- “oh, so you’re fine running around the continent trying to save the world, but one little molduga and you’re tucking tail?” (he does, eventually, gather up his courage and finally go through with it. he chooses nailuk as his patron heroine and gets a very nice devotional tattoo of a pink lotus on his arm. his mother is very proud of him, and they do make a special one-day exception to the No Men rule to celebrate his official integration into their religion.)

- unless my brain decides to take an unplanned detour through some weird plot point, you will never get to meet vio’s mother, even though she’s alive. this is because, to put it lightly, they are not fond of one another. it was already kind of rough on vio in his early years, because his dad, as a sheikah, lived in kakariko, and she, as a hylian, was forbidden from living there and so lived in tabantha. it led to a very odd and uncoordinated shared-custody situation, where he’d be living with his mother for a year and then out of the blue his dad would drop by and be like come on son we’re going on an adventure. and then he’d go live in kakariko for months with his dad. and it resulted in a confusing flip-flopping of cultures, and it also resulted in a lot of resentment on her part, towards his father. but because his father didn’t live with her (for a complicated number of reasons, one of which involving a pretty serious falling-out concerning the matter of vio’s mixed heritage) she was unable to express it towards who she actually really hated, and so ended up taking it out on vio most of the time, and it came to be that vio really just couldn’t wait for his dad to come back so he could go be in kakariko, which he liked infinitely better than tabantha. at some point she got REALLY nasty and bordered on actually dangerous, so vio finally put his tiny eight-year-old foot down and decided that he would take matters into his own hands, and hopped on his faithful and much beloved horse and just left. and one day he arrived in kakariko and went to his dad’s house and he just kinda walked in like hey old man how’s it been. after some mild concern and fear for his safety, they sat down and vio explained the situation and ended up living in kakariko from then on. after his dad died, he stayed for about another year and a half, because quite frankly he needed people to keep an eye on him, and after that he took to traveling, took up the trade of a merchant as a kind of excuse, and when he was about sixteen or so, used the money he’d saved to get himself a place in hateno, far far away from his mother but still close to the village he considered family. this one got kinda ramble-y but that’s the rundown on the situation, and anyone with any kind of sense won’t bring up the subject with him, because he’ll either get very withdrawn and avoidant or he will get very angry. you don’t want either of those things.

- it takes some time to get past the initial awkwardness of things, for a few reasons, and there will always be some bumps in the road, but out of everyone, shadow trusts vio the most with personal matters. some of it is because they share at least some heritage, and shadow knows that vio will understand his sheikah-bred tendencies a lot more than any of the others. but he also knows that vio will in no way be taking his shit- but he will constructively not take any of his shit. he thinks that red and green will be generally too lenient with whatever is going on with him, and blue will be far too harsh, and zelda lacks a few certain points of experience with his background that would otherwise make her fine to deal with. so if he actually decides to confide in someone or go to someone looking for advice or help, he will usually go to vio, because vio is certainly not going to excuse anything that he’s done wrong, and he will be very up-front about what he’s screwed up, but he’s also better at providing solutions or advice rather than just flat criticism and nothing else. and as much as shadow would like to be coddled and told that he is Perfect The Way He Is, he knows in his heart that that couldn’t be further from the truth, and he knows all too well that vio has no reservations when it comes to calling him out.

-this is a secret that shadow will take to the grave, but there were a few little parts of the yiga that shadow enjoyed and, at times, kind of misses a little bit. even though there were quite a few people in there that he held no love for, there were still others that were welcoming to him, and kind of took him under their wing, especially when he was just coming in as a young kid. he sometimes wishes he could see them again, just to see how things are, but he knows that if he ever does meet them again, it’ll probably be on opposite sides of the battle. and, even more secretly, he did kind of revel in the power that being in the yiga gave him. even as one of the lower-ranked members, he still had more power at his disposal than some of the highest of the high among the non-yiga. he liked knowing that the upper hand was always his and the situations were always his to control, and while some of that stemmed from being so thoroughly trapped under the thumb of his overseers, it was also, in some little dark part of his brain, just part of him as a person.

-blue’s favorite people in all of hyrule (aside from her village, of course) are the gorons. she just loves the atmosphere there. she describes it as an entire town full of bros, and even the most distant of them still share this sort of familial bond that she has yet to see matched among anyone else. the rough-and-tumble attitudes and general relaxed air and casually determined personalities just kinda resonate with her, and by the end of it she kind of ends up as an honorary goron. she also really likes their spice. so does zelda. their food becomes a little dangerous after trips to goron city.

-green’s dad actually used to be in the princess’s personal detail of guards. it was only for about two years, while they were in the process of searching for suitable champions, but it happened, and even through the calamity, he managed to preserve the uniform and the sword he was given. when green was little, he used to steal the clothes all the time and dress up in them and walk around acting like a guard. he’d stand in front of the door to the kitchen with his little wooden sparring sword in his hands and demand to know his dad’s name and business before he’d allow him to enter. and even though the hat was far too big for him, even when they went out to practice with their swords or tend their garden or go hunting, green would insist upon wearing it, and even though it fell in front of his eyes every ten seconds he refused to ever leave it at home. even still it’s an inside joke between them to ask name and business before letting the other go anywhere.

#botw au #my au #four swords #i really love these kids #i also like making sad backstories but its my au so i get to do that #theyre all dork idiots tho i love them so much #open inbox time

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Reckless - Part 14

Part 14/??

Characters: AJ Styles, OFC, Baron Corbin, with special appearance(s) by Corey Graves

Summary: The newest woman on the roster finds herself making waves she never intended to, with men that are both off-limits to her.

"Hello everyone and welcome to a special episode of UpUpDownDown!"

AJ tilted his head from side to side as Xavier did his usual introductory speech. Kim sat next to him, smiling at Xavier's enthusiastic recap of the game they'd played previously. He took a sip of his drink, then reached for his controller.

"No spectators, so no distraction for either of you. Me and the guys will be in the other room watching, and once this is done I'll be back, okay?"

Kim got her controller as the door swung shut behind Xavier. There was silence between them as the game started. Aware they were being recorded, he kept his face impassive, chuckling when her team fumbled the ball. "Son of a bitch," she muttered, knee starting to bounce.

He wondered why she was so tense. It couldn't be their official rematch or the fact it was being recorded. He had been in Catering when Xavier had told her everything was set up. She was excited. Had even bantered that she was going to rub the Georgia boy's face in the dirt. No, it had to be something else. Maybe she and Baron had had another fight? He doubted that. Baron had been with her when she entered the room, and given her a kiss that had soured AJ's mood for a moment. Apparently they had worked out whatever had happened a few days earlier. Maybe it was—

"What the—" He cut off with a groan as her team easily broke through his and scored a touchdown.

"Your defense is crap," she told him. When he glanced in her direction he saw her lips curving into a satisfied smirk.

"My defense is fine," he insisted.

"Obviously not," she teased in a singsong voice.

AJ did his best to ignore the fact she was tense for the rest of the game. It was difficult, though. Occasionally her phone would vibrate on the table to her left and each time he could feel her shoulders go tight. He almost asked if she wanted to pause so she could have a moment to deal with whoever was messaging her, but halfway through the game she released a frustrated growl and reached over, powering her phone down completely.

"Sorry," she muttered, eyes on the screen. Despite the distraction she managed to score another touchdown. Squealing, she let her controller fall to her lap and clapped her hands together as a replay was shown. "This is so much better than the first time we played! What's the matter, Georgia boy? The camera make you nervous?"

He scowled in her direction. It was her fault he was playing so badly. And she had to know it. She distracted him by doing nothing at all. Just the sound of her voice, even though it was teasing him, caused his fingers to slip over the controls. Each time she moved he could smell her. Over the weeks he had memorized her scent: that tantalizing mixture of coconut shampoo, floral perfume and…her. and each time he smelled her he remembered that night on the dance floor.

Turning his attention back to the game, he tried his best to ignore everything about her that enticed him. An impossibility of course, but he gave a valiant effort. Her score went up, his stayed where it was, and he watched in horror as the seconds ticked down to zero, dropping his controller and pressing his hands to his face while she celebrated. He knew he was seen as a bit of a sore loser on the show and tried not to let that show, but when the door flew open and Xavier, Baron, Jey, Jimmy, Kofi, and Big E stormed in to congratulate her he couldn't help the petulant expression that came to his face.

"Beginner's luck," he said when she looked to him.

"Oh please," she snorted with a roll of her eyes, squealing when she was lifted by Baron for a squeeze.

There was good-natured teasing from the guys then Xavier wrapped up the recording, while Big E dove to rescue AJ's controller before he could send it flying across the room. Throughout it all AJ rolled his eyes, then headed out once Kofi and Jimmy sat down to play a game. He stopped short when he nearly walked into Charlotte, brow furrowing at the sight of a puppy cuddled in her arms.

"Isn't he adorable?" Charlotte cooed. "I'm puppy-sitting for Kim."

He'd heard Kim had gotten the puppy. Had seen her posts of the fluffball on Instagram. It was small, a mixture of breeds. Brown eyes looked at him and the small head tilted. And he felt his heart melt. "He's kinda cute," he admitted, reaching to gently rub the puppy's ears. "What's his name?"

"Honey, sweetheart, Mr. Cutie Pie…" Charlotte shook her head. "Owens said she should name him Killer or something menacing."

"I'm not naming the sweetest pup in the world Killer," Kim announced as she stepped into the hall. Taking the puppy from her friend, she cuddled him close then looked to AJ. "But I really think Madden would be perfect."

"Ha-ha," he retorted.

"You should name him something soon so he can learn it," Charlotte suggested, plucking a stray hair from her shirt.

"They're alright with you havin' him backstage?" AJ asked, watching the pup settle against Kim's chest. He envied the dog.

"Hunter said it's fine as long as he doesn't make a mess. And he doesn't. Do you, little man?"

The puppy looked up at her, then leaned to give her chin a lick, which for some reach made the two women giggle and coo even more. AJ realized he would never understand it. Puppies, kittens, babies… Every female he had ever known had always melted at the sight of small animals and children, with perhaps a handful of exceptions.

Charlotte excused herself, saying she had to get to a quiet space for a phone interview. AJ watched her go, then glanced to the closed door of the room he and Kim had just been in. "I'm guessin' you and Baron…"

He let his voice fade when Kim looked up at him. She gave a small nod but said nothing, smoothing the puppy's fur with one hand.

He waited, just in case she decided to explain how they had worked out their argument. He almost asked how, then remembered she hadn't told him what she and Baron had fought about. Only that Baron had mentioned people – meaning himself and Naomi – ragging on him about not watching the biggest match of her career. And that they had said things they hadn't really meant. She'd thrown him out and then… Then she'd ended up calling him, and he had had the best talk he'd had in a long while. He fully expected her to start talking to him, because lately she always seemed ready to talk over problems. At least, with him. But, surprisingly, she changed the subject completely.

"I better take him outside for a bit. There's a grass spot away from traffic, and he needs some exercise."

AJ opened his mouth to offer to go with her. Instead, he furrowed his brow as her expression turned flat. Her eyes were focused on something behind him. "What?" he asked softly, using the puppy as an excuse to reach towards her. His fingers met soft fur, then followed the pup's side until they lightly cupped her upper arm. "Sweetie?"

"I have to…" She drew in a breath, released it in a rush. "I should—"

She was still looking beyond him and, curious, he glanced over his shoulder. Several feet away from them were Corey and Tom Philips. Neither man was looking in their direction; they seemed more focused on whatever Tom was showing Corey on the paper he held. AJ felt Kim step away from him, and turned back in time to see her hurrying in the opposite direction. At a loss, he looked back to Corey and Tom. Corey lifted his head, expression inscrutable as he watched Kim retreat.

***

"What am I gonna do?" Kim sighed, watching the puppy examine another blade of grass. She was certain he had looked at, sniffed, licked, and pawed at each individual blade in the little knoll behind the arena. He had yet to do anything but walk, sniff, and jump at unsuspecting leaves that dared to be in his path.

"You know, I should probably work on cultivating my friendships with Becky and Charlotte and the other girls better… I'm sitting here talking to a dog," she sighed. He paid no attention to her, still more interested in the grass than anything she had to say. "Not that I could ever talk to the girls about this stuff… So it's either you or go back to writing in my diary, and I haven't written in that since high school."

He lifted his head, sneezed, and shook vigorously before trotting back towards her. She waited until he fell into her lap before snapping the leash back onto his collar, giving his stomach a hearty rub while he wriggled.

"And what am I going to name you?" she groaned. It seemed she had considered and discarded every name in the world since getting him just a few days prior. Nothing fit. He wasn't a Prince. Or a Killer. Or a Spike, Bear, Charming, Thor, Hulk, Louis, Harry… "Can't keep calling you Mister Man."

The puppy gave up and remained sprawled in her lap. Yawning, he stretched out his legs, tongue lolling as she continued to rub his belly.

"I don't care what Baron says, I'm not naming you Manfred." Baron had been reading a book on the first world war, and had suggested she name the puppy after the notorious Red Baron.

She lightly scratched his belly, laughing when his back leg began to shake. Scratching again, she giggled as his paw began to bang against her thigh.

"You little thumper," she teased, lifting him for a quick cuddle. Then, startled by her own brilliance, she gasped. "That's it! Thumper!"

He looked at her for a moment, then yawned. Completely disinterested. He began to squirm so she set him on the ground again, watched him begin to investigate another leaf.

"How's the newest addition?" a voice asked behind her.

She stiffened at the sound of Corey's voice. "What do you want?" she asked without looking behind her. In front of her, the puppy – Thumper, his name was Thumper, rolled in the grass and paid no attention to the unwanted visitor.

"You shouldn't be so surly. You'll find I'm easy to get along with when you're polite, Kimmy."

"Don't call me that," Kim snapped, whipping her head around to look at him. He was moving to stand next to her, eyes on the puppy as he squatted down. Turning her attention back to Thumper, she tried to ignore the scent of his cologne and the closeness of his body.

"He got a name yet?" Corey asked, resting his arms on his knees. He puckered his lips and made kissing noises.

Kim felt the leash waggle as Thumper scrambled upright. She fully expected him to ignore Corey. After all, he'd been rather ambivalent towards all the people backstage. Other than Charlotte and Becky, who cooed over him and cuddled him as though he were a human baby, and as such were rewarded with ardent kisses and cuddles, Thumper had shown little interest in anyone else. He was even indifferent to Baron, though he did tend to cuddle close to him while they slept.

Therefore she was confounded when Thumper bounded towards Corey, his fluffy fur ruffling in the breeze. She chewed on her lip, looking on in surprise as the puppy immediately placed both front paws on Corey's knee and sniffed his hands, then his face. Shocked when he actually began licking the man's chin, she grunted. So much for dogs being able to recognize assholes. Because Corey was an asshole, wasn't he?

"Thumper," she said softly, all her anger dissipating as Corey sat down so the puppy could crawl into his lap. "I just named him Thumper…"

"You're a loving little thing, huh?" He practically crooned the words, laughing while Thumper attempted to climb his chest so he could continue his licks. "What breed is he?"

"He…" Kim stared at them, trying to figure out what had happened to her hesitant, uninterested puppy. "He's a Shih Tzuh and Lhasa Apso mix. The shelter said he was the runt, and the last of his litter to be adopted."

"How could anyone pass up such a little sweetheart?"

Kim wasn't sure if he was addressing the question to her or to the puppy. He'd picked him up now, and didn't seem to care at all that Thumper was practically drooling on his face. Deciding the question was rhetorical, she loosened her grip on the leash and reached for the pup. "Here, let me get him off you—"

"Stop, he's fine." Corey flashed a charming smile and surprised her further by lying back in the grass. "I love dogs."

"And they love you too, apparently," she mused, shaking her head in disbelief. Thumper seemed content to crawl all over him, sniffing and licking and headbutting repeatedly. Obviously approving of the man, he finally flopped across his chest and panted happily.

Corey tucked an arm beneath his head. "I can't stay out here long," he announced, stretching his other arm between them. "But this is a better place to talk than inside."

She nodded, feeling dread start to stir within her stomach. And although she already knew, she had to ask. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I'm going to need some company tonight… Which hotel are you staying at?"

She answered, gaze on the side of the truck parked nearby. It blocked the knoll from the sight of any fans that gathered at the edge of the parking lot behind the arena, but if she looked over she would see if anyone approached from the arena. Luckily – she supposed – no one was approaching.

He brought her attention back to him by lightly grazing the outside of her bare thigh with the tips of his fingers. "I'll text you my room number."

"Tonight?" she whispered, mind immediately kicking into high gear. Surely she had a plausible excuse to not go to his room. "But Baron—"

"We both know he crashes as soon as he gets in. And if he doesn't…" Again the fingers brushed her thigh. "I'll wait up for you."

Asking herself why his feather-soft touch wasn't repulsive, she looked down at his fingers. They barely grazed her flesh and to anyone that happened to be looking it wouldn't be obvious he was touching her at all. "What if—"

"Don't worry yourself sick thinking about what ifs," he suggested. His fingers withdrew from her thigh so he could look at his watch. "You're a smart woman, Kimmy—sorry," he said quickly. "But you are smart. You'll know what to say if someone sees you."

She doubted that. She'd never been a good liar. As a child, her lies had been too detailed, too rambling, and her parents – especially her father – had known when she was spouting bullshit. Her mother could tell by the sound of her voice over the phone if she was just stretching the truth. She didn't know how exactly, but the people who knew her always knew when she was lying.

Moving the puppy, Corey sat up and removed his sunglasses. While clearing the dog saliva from the lenses, he looked to her. "I'll see you tonight."

"Tonight," she echoed with a faint nod. The dread in her stomach increased, twisting and tightening until she felt as though period cramps were starting up.

"And don't come wearing just a robe."

Perplexed, because she had just started thinking she should wear just a robe and nothing else, she tightened her grip on the leash when Thumper began to wander away from Corey's side. "Why not?"

"I like unwrapping," he murmured.

She wasn't sure why, but the statement sent ripples of warmth through her body. He liked to unwrap. She was so used to Baron, to the very few men before him, who always complained when she wore more than one layer. She had never had the privilege of being undressed by someone else, though it was something she'd wanted for a long time. She wanted the anticipation, the slow reveal.

"I'm not a present," she told him, pushing away the persistent longing and focusing on her puppy.

"Aren't you?" he asked softly.

Kim had no idea how to respond to that. It turned out she didn't need to, because when she turned her head to glance at him his lips covered hers. He didn't touch her anywhere else. Just used his lips, then his tongue, to take her completely off guard. She knew she should pull away but was unable to do so, caught by the surprising amount of tenderness in his kiss. She sensed an urgency, too, and when he pulled away with a soft groan he took his breath with him.

His tongue swiped his bottom lip while he put his sunglasses on. His eyes met hers briefly over the top of the frames, then he was standing. Leaning to give Thumper a goodbye head rub. Brushing off his jeans. Without a word, he held her gaze for a brief moment, then headed toward the arena.

"Well," she murmured once her tongue remembered how to form words. Thumper climbed into her lap, and she rubbed his head without thinking. "Well."

He looked up at her and gave a sharp, yipping bark.

"Well," she said again, glancing to the arena just in time to see Corey disappear inside. "…Shit."

***

"I can't believe it. You started without me?" Kim mocked outrage as she saw that the show was already playing. Hopping on one foot to avoid stepping on Thumper, she made it to the bed and perched on the edge.

"It's the last episode we watched," Baron promised, just as she recognized what was happening on the show. "I think I missed the ending so I wanted to watch the last half again."

"I don't even remember the ending so I think I missed it too." She bent to pick up Thumper and placed him on the bed. Unwinding the towel from her hair, she watched Kathy Bates on the screen. She had never watched American Horror Story until she had joined SmackDown, when Charlotte and Becky had insisted she start watching. In the ensuing weeks she had caught up and was currently halfway through the sixth season.

Combing her fingers through her wet hair, she let her gaze drift from the TV to her cell phone. The device had remained almost mockingly quiet since she and Baron had gotten to the hotel, save for a reminder from Charlotte about their planned run in the morning. Perhaps Corey had changed his mind, she thought, unplugging the phone and setting it on the nightstand before moving to pull on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

"Cold?" Baron asked when she settled on the bed.

"No, I just know I'll have to take him out one more time before I go to sleep," she explained, motioning to Thumper, who was now trying to burrow beneath the covers. Pulling him close, she hoped the puppy didn't understand that she was, for all intents and purposes, using him as a possible excuse to leave. Settling back, she let him go so he could explore.

Her phone buzzed just as Kathy Bates brought a cleaver down on an unsuspecting man's chest. Kim jumped, to Baron's amusement. With a groan she reached for it, breath catching when she saw Corey's name.

Come to my room.

Kim swallowed anxiously, glancing to the side to assure herself Baron was still focused on the TV. His hand was on her knee, fingers moving mindlessly, but she knew his entire focus was on the brutality of the cleaver-wielding woman onscreen. He wouldn't notice that she was pulling away until she was halfway across the room. She was sure of that.

I have to take the puppy out, she texted back, noting the room number he'd sent. He was on the next floor down.

I'm waiting.

And I'm with B. Her stomach twisted at the insinuation that Baron would be accompanying her and Thumper on their walk. But she was hoping that she could manage to avoid going to Corey's room. Just as she kept hoping that she would come up with something that would put an end to the craziness she was embroiled in. She drew in a deep breath to calm her warring stomach.

I'm sure you know how to get away from him.

I don't need you to stay the night. Half an hour, tops.

And my patience only goes so far.

The messages came one after another. Despite the ominous chill crashing over her like waves at high tide, she felt herself start to sweat.

I'll try.

She held her breath while waiting for his reply, barely noticing the blood and carnage on TV. Her stomach twisted again and she felt her mouth start to water. "Oh god," she moaned, pushing the puppy from her lap and scrambling off the bed. She stumbled into the bathroom, dropping her phone on the floor as she fell to her knees in front of the toilet. She managed to shove the lid and seat up just in time.

Once finished, she rested her forehead on her shaking arm. Her stomach gave a few weak dry heaves, causing her to tremble. She suddenly grew aware of Baron's presence. He was murmuring softly, one hand smoothing her head and the other gently rubbing her back.

"You okay?"

She lifted her head, nodding, jumping slightly when the toilet lid banged down. The sound of flushing filled her ears and she let him help her to her feet. He frowned, expression one of pure concern, and guided her to sit on the edge of the tub. Within seconds he'd removed her soiled tank top and was cleaning her face with a cool, wet cloth.

"Baby," he sighed, still frowning, reaching for another washcloth. "That's the second time you've been sick tonight."

"I wasn't sick at the arena," she insisted, taking the cloth and wiping her chin. "That was just a little indigestion from those nachos I got at the concession stand."

He looked disbelieving, but didn't argue. Once she was sure she could do so she stood, accepting her toothbrush and toothpaste from him so she could clean her teeth and mouth. He hovered nearby, continuing to frown while she brushed and flossed and gargled. "You want some ginger ale or anything?"

"I'm fine, babe," she assured, filling a glass with water from the tap to sip. "I'm not getting sick. It's probably those damned nachos."

"If you still feel bad in the morning will you get Amann to check you over?" he asked, following her out of the bathroom.

"I won't feel bad, but I'll go see him if I do." She gave him a mock salute while bending to retrieve her sneakers. She already felt worlds better. She was sure the brief spell had only been brought on by nerves, and helped along by the nachos with greasy, spicy cheese she'd scarfed down at the arena without thinking.

"You're going out?" Baron looked uncertain.

"I'm just taking Thumper for a walk. It'll help me feel better," she added. Making a mental note to give the puppy a few minutes of fresh air and grass before completing her other task, she put on socks and shoes, then dug out a clean bra and tank top. Her fingers hesitated over one of her prettier bras but she pushed it away, opting for comfort. She refused to wear anything that might have Corey thinking she wanted to entice him. Zipping her pink hoodie up all the way, she looked around for her phone and smiled when Baron handed it over.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No… Babe, you're exhausted. Finish the rest of the episode, okay? If you fall asleep before I get back we can watch the next one in the morning." Leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, she nearly sighed with relief when he murmured agreement. After grabbing her key card and Thumper's leash, she picked up the puppy and held him in one arm.

"If you start to feel sick—"

"I'll cut the walk short and come straight back," she promised. One more quick kiss, and she left the room.

She held onto Thumper during the elevator ride down to the lobby, attaching his leash while she carried him out a side exit. He took his time, sniffing and exploring and telling off a paper napkin, before doing his business in front of an ornamental hedge.

"Don't look at me like that," she muttered while bending to pick him up again. "I feel bad enough about what I'm doing as it is."

Thumper grunted, then headbutted her chin.

"Besides, you like him," she reminded once on the elevator and going back up. Of course, she doubted Corey would want to deal with a puppy… Groaning, she kissed Thumper's head then pulled out her phone to text him she would be there in a few minutes. She would have to come up with another excuse for the next time.

Not that there would be a next time. It was just going to be a one-time thing.

Right?

The hallway was, blessedly, empty. When she reached Corey's room she saw that the door wasn't quite shut all the way. Taking a deep, calming breath, she lightly rapped her knuckles on the door while nudging it open. She was met with a wall of humid air, and the fresh, clean scent of soap and shampoo filled her nostrils.

Corey appeared in the bathroom doorway. His hair was damp and mussed, the only further evidence that he had just showered. "Hey," he greeted softly, expression showing surprise when he noticed the puppy in her arm.

"He won't be any trouble," she said, reaching behind her to close the door. She set the puppy down, holding the leash loosely and looking on as he bounded over to greet Corey.

"Hey, cutie," he crooned, crouching to give Thumper a proper greeting.

Kim watched, once again astounded by Thumper's enthusiasm over Corey. It made no sense. Did he smell of steak? Or of the puppy biscuits she'd spent a small fortune on? Shaking her head, she watched puppy and man fawn over each other, deciding that it was an almost cute sight. Noticing that Corey was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a t-shirt, she wondered why he had bothered dressing at all. It wasn't as though she had any preconceived notions about what they were doing. Hell, she was fully aware of the absurdity that was their arrangement.

Sex, to buy his silence about sex that had happened previously. She was sure it was a plot in some ridiculous sitcom.

"I don't have long," she announced in a soft voice once Corey rose to his full height. He extended a hand and she passed over the end of the leash without thinking, biting her lip when he chuckled and bent to unhook it from Thumper's collar. The puppy didn't seem to notice, too intent now on sniffing every fiber of the carpet.

"Come on," Corey said, taking her hand and leading her further into the room. It was just like the one she and Baron had, just with a slightly different color scheme. A king-sized bed. Two nightstands. Two lamps. A low dresser with an entertainment center on top. A mirror on the wall opposite the window. A desk and chair, a phone, a clear plastic holder containing the room service menu and a hotel directory. In front of the window a loveseat, with a wing chair cattycorner to it, and a coffee table.

Instead of guiding her to the bed, he headed for the loveseat. The TV and overhead light were off, one lamp by the bed cast a soft glow throughout the room. He sat next to her, long legs stretching beneath the coffee table, and reached for his phone. "How long do you have?"

"No more than thirty minutes," she murmured, surprised to see him setting a timer. Why wasn't he pulling her into the bed and getting things started? Thirty minutes wasn't time enough for whatever he had planned and a cozy chat on the loveseat.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked softly, leaving his phone on the coffee table.

Disarmed by the question, she turned her head to stare at his hand when he'd stretched his arm out behind her. "I… What?"

"Becky said you weren't feeling well."

Becky had a big mouth. Looking away from his hand, which had settled on her shoulder, she watched Thumper dig at a towel on the floor near the bed. "I'm fine. It was just a little indigestion."

His other hand moved to rest just beneath her chin. At the barest hint of pressure she tipped her head back, finally meeting his light eyes. "How's your side?"

"It's okay. The soreness has worn off." What an insane conversation, she thought, moistening her lips with her tongue. His thumb brushed over her chin, then his lips were pushing against hers.

Just like that afternoon, it caught her off guard. It was both urgent and tender, too. But there were some differences. Instead of the outdoors she smelled only him. Instead of a soft breeze on her cheek there was his hand. It was soon grasping the side of her neck, resting over the pulse point below her jaw. His tongue was swift but thorough, coaxing hers with its flavors of cinnamon and chocolate.

She felt the zipper of her hoodie start to slacken just when he tilted his head. There was a new form of intensity in the kiss and she brought her hands to his chest for support. "Shit," she gasped into his mouth when the front of her hoodie parted for his wandering hand. Instead of going straight for her breast as she had expected him to, he instead moved his hand to rest at her waist.

He leaned back, pulling her with him, guiding her to straddle his lap. He sneaked another kiss while his hands reached to ease the hoodie over her shoulders and down her arms, tilting his head to softly caress the inside of her wrist with his lips.

Once the hoodie was gone she braced her hands on the back of the loveseat, holding her breath as long as possible. It came out in a shuddering gasp when she settled more firmly in his lap and felt his cock start to harden. Both his hands moved to cup her ass, and she gasped as they began to squeeze and rub.

"You like this?" The question was barely a whisper as his fingers kneaded her ass. His lips were warm, as soft as velvet, against her neck. "Doesn't he take care of you?"

She didn't answer. She was trembling. Sick with the knowledge that she was committing an act of betrayal. Disgusted because she was allowing it to happen. And, she realized as she squeezed her eyes shut, horrified that she was starting to enjoy his touch. She wished she could disconnect her mind from her body. Wished he would stop his heated whispers and get it over with. Wished she were strong enough to pull away and leave, consequences be damned.

Corey continued lightly kissing her neck, seemingly in no hurry to progress beyond her straddling his lap. He squeezed her ass then one hand was roaming her back, the other sliding to clutch her hip. Through the layers of cotton and denim she could feel him growing harder. He rolled his hips, hand dragging her tighter against him.

She gasped. It was involuntary but she didn't regret it, because his lips had begun caressing that one spot just below her jaw that sent a shockwave of desire through her body. He murmured, curious, eliciting another gasp when he started to gently suck the spot. His moan vibrated her throat, or maybe it was her own, and she brought her hands to rest on his shoulders. Squeezing her eyes as tightly closed as possible, she breathed a sigh of relief once he ceased sucking.

He moved his lips to her ear. His hand slid into her hair. "You're thinking too much."

"I can't help it."

"Shh…" He rubbed her hip, the movement almost soothing, and his fingers seemed to caress her scalp. "Don't think. Just feel."

"Corey," she began, shaking her head. "I don't—"

He sighed, breaking her train of speech, and leaned back slightly. "Open your eyes, Kimmy."

She did so, pressing her lips into a fine line. "Can you not call me that?"

His eyebrow lifted. "What do you want me to call you?"

"Anything. Just not… That."

"I don't do cutesy pet names." He sighed again. Drew her in for a brief kiss. "But I'll think of something."

She nodded, not given a chance to speak by the swiftness of his next kiss. It didn't feel as forced as their earlier kisses and, without thinking, sank into it. Her tongue rolled against his on its own accord. Her fingers began to tentatively explore his upper body. She found it horrifyingly easy to just forget and just feel, to lose herself. It felt almost nice to let everything go.

"Mm, shit," he moaned, gently tugging on her hair to break the kiss. "You do like this."

Her hips were rocking back and forth. She tightened her thighs, watched his eyes light with surprise. "I do," she admitted in a strained whisper, tugging on his shirt so he would kiss her again.

Digging his fingers into her hip, he forced her to stop wriggling. He ignored the little whine that escaped her, but gave that place just beneath her below her jaw a quick nibble. He moaned, hips rising and falling, until she could feel every inch of him pressing to her core. Kim was almost grateful when his mouth found hers once more. Taken aback by the realization that she wanted more, she pressed her body close to his, swallowed his appreciative moan, squirmed against his cock.

And broke away with a frustrated whimper when an electronic tone. Panting, she could only hold on as he leaned to silence his phone. She let her head drop to his shoulder, jumping slightly at the feel of his palms sweeping along her bare back. She couldn't remember her shirt being removed. He smoothed her hair, pressed a kiss to her cheek, guiding her so she sat upright. His lips met hers once more, and she thought she sensed reluctance when he pulled away.

Silent, she slid from his lap. A chill swept over her once she was away from him and she groped for her discarded hoodie, not noticing until she had it on and zipped that her tank top was hanging off the arm of the loveseat. Then he was kissing her again, and she forgot everything for a few more seconds.

Confusion set in as she made her way to the door, a sleepy Thumper in the crook of her arm. Turning to face Corey, she accepted the leash he held out and stuffed it into her pocket. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow—"

"You're thinking too much again," he pointed out softly. He smiled down at her, hair messier than it had been when she'd arrived. His eyes were still a little darker than they normally were, she was pretty sure. The hand that lightly cupped her cheek was warm. "No thinking when you're with me, princess."

"That's easier said than done."

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