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dotster001 · 1 year

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For Tuna

Summary:Grim does some interviews to find the perfect sugar dad for him you gn!reader x all boys in one way or another.

A/N:I haven't unpacked my tag list yet, so hopefully this is everyone!

Part Two Part Three choose your ending...

"Grim, we can't afford the bougie tuna. Put it back."

You'd missed it before when you were loading your basket at Sam's shop, but Grim had snuck in the expensive tuna. Now you were at the counter, trying to hide your embarrassment as you told Grim to put it back. Sam gave you a sympathetic smile, but still. You didn't need to add his pity to your plate of worries.

"Prefect, don't worry about it. I can take care of it."

You jumped. You hadn't realized Ruggie had lined up behind you with his own basket full of stuff.

"Yeah! Let Ruggie-"

"I couldn't do that, Ruggie, but thanks for the offer."

Ruggie grinned, "oh please, it's on Leona. He said I could get whatever I want as long as I come back with his energy drinks."

You made an unconvinced face, and Ruggie gave a playful wink.

"Trust me, your tuna won't even make a dent in his wallet. I could pay for your entire load, and still be able to pay off my student loans. In fact," he slapped down Leona's wallet, "Sam, add Y/N's groceries to mine, I'll take care of it."

Before you could protest further, Sam was ringing you both up.

And then Grim got an idea. A terribly, wonderful, awful idea.

"There, all settled. Plus now you can afford to fix your windows this month, or…." He looked at the cash in your hand, "well you can fix one window at least. And don't feel too bad for Leona. Eat the rich and what not," Ruggie patted your back comfortingly then left with his groceries.

"C'mon Grimmy, let's go," you said with a heavy sigh.

"Actually, I have something to do, Henchhuman. You go on home, I'll see ya later."

"Okay, but if you need me…."

"I'll be okay! Geeze you get so anxious without the great Grim. It's embarrassing."

You rolled your eyes and left. You would be so proud of him once he had finished though. He was excited already.

Heartslaybul Dorm….

"Mr. Rosehearts. Thank you for meeting with me."

Grim primly took out his pen and began to scribble on a clipboard.

"I didn't meet with you. You barged into my office," Riddle said, his arms crossed along his chest.

"I think you will find this meeting beneficial. It pertains to Y/N L/N."

Riddle relaxed a little, and raised a single curious eyebrow.

"You see, It has come to my attention, that Y/N and I do not have the funds to live comfortably. In fact, Y/N is practically starving to death! It has also come to my attention that you harbor some feelings for the prefect, and are in possession of a great deal of funds. Now," Grim dramatically looked up at Riddle, who's face was a shade of dark red. "How do you intend to provide for Y/N?"

Riddle opened his mouth, and Grim prepared himself for the worst, but…

"Wait, Y/N's on the market?!?!!"

Grim turned over his shoulder just in time to see Cater run in, tea tray in hand.

"He's only taking applications from rich people."

"Not a concern, housewarden!" Cater cleared his throat. "Hi, I'm Cater Diamond, and my dad is a banker."

"Oh!" Grim made a note on his paper. Riddle stood up abruptly.

"You only talk to your family on holidays, I wouldn't call that a solid source of income-"

"Yes but I'm a people pleaser, so I'll probably follow in his footsteps. So I will also have a banker's salary."

Riddle turned to Grim in a panic.

"I'm going to be a doctor!"

"Oh!" Scribble scribble.

"Oh please!" Cater rolled his eyes before conspiratorially leaning into Grim. "We both know Riddle. He'll work long shifts, day in and day out, and he'll never come home. Meaning poor Y/N will be trapped in a lonely loveless marriage. Meanwhile, I'll work my nine to five, and be home in time to gift you tuna, and keep Y/N warm at night."

"You think Grim cares about that?" Riddle shoved Cater out of the way. "I'll make time for Y/N. Plus my salary will provide double the tuna for you."

"What's all the yelling about?" Trey entered the room, followed by Ace and Deuce.

"Don't look at them, those three are poor as fuck. I mean a baker? Blech, disgusting," Cater apologetically smiled at Trey. "No offense."

"What?" Trey said, feeling more confused than he ever had been.

Grim clicked his pen closed.

"Thank you for your time. I have more interviews to conduct, but I will be in contact if you get through to the second round."

He scampered out of the room as Riddle and Cater nodded after him.

Savannaclaw Dorm….

Grim sat at the foot of Leona's bed as he tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"How can I provide for Y/N, huh? You mean the little demonstration Ruggie gave this morning wasn't enough?"

Grim tapped the pen impatiently against the clipboard.

"Mr. Kingscholar, it is important that you participate fully, or I will remove you from the list entirely."

Leona groaned.

"I receive a….certain amount of, shall we say, an allowance."

"And how much can I expect from that? I have a lot of people to interview. Please don't waste my time."

Leona looked over at Ruggie, who was folding laundry, then gestured Grim closer, before whispering a number into his ear.

Grim gasped, then hastily scribbled something onto his clipboard.

"We will be in contact with you when the second round of interviews begins." Grim stood up and hopped off the bed.

"Ruggie," Leona snapped, "Ensure my future relative makes it out of here safely. Let no one stop you."

Ruggie nodded in understanding as he escorted a proud looking Grim out.

Once they were halfway through the dorm, Ruggie began to speak.

"Leona has promised me a job with an excellent salary once I graduate. Just sayin."

"Won't he just take back the job if he finds out you're competing with him?"

Ruggie rolled his eyes, "Nevermind."

Jack left his room, and noticed the two of them, and began to walk towards them.

"Jack will make you get a job if you pick him," Ruggie whispered hastily. Grim hissed and sprinted the rest of the way out of the dorm.

"What's wrong with Grim?" Jack asked.

"Shi hi hi who knows?"

As Grim made his way to his second location, he was picked up by the scruff of his neck.

"Hey! What's the big idea?!?!?"

"Aw little sealie you're so cute!"

Grim stiffened.

"Fu fu fu," Jade laughed next to him. "our boss would like to have a word with you."

Grim gulped.

Octavinelle Dorm….

"Thank you for agreeing to see me," Azul said smugly.

"I didn't. Your scary twins picked me up and dragged me here."

"You see," Azul pushed his glasses up his nose, expertly ignoring Grim, "We got word that you were interviewing potential candidates for Y/N's future husband. I prepared some charts for you."

Azul pulled out several charts. Grim understood exactly zero of them. But he nodded thoughtfully and pretended to make a note on his clipboard.

"As you can see, my income is projected to continually go up until retirement. Plus my assets will continue to be of value, and my investments will be bringing in money for many years to come. I can safely say, money is no object. Plus, I am an excellent cook. You will never have to eat poor person's tuna ever again."

Grim made a real note this time just as the twins roughly turned his chair around.

"Now that Azul has had his turn, we would like to give our pitch," Jade said with an eerie grin.

"You see, our parents run a certain…. organization," Floyd and Jade shared a grin before turning to Grim again. "Jade and I are the sole inheritors of this empire when they pass. Just keep that in mind."

"Also, people who oppose this organization have a tendency to, shall we say, disappear."

Grim shivered as he made a skull and crossbones picture on his clipboard.

"Awesome. Great. I'll be taking Grim now…."

"Sea Snake!" Floyd shouted, wrapping his arms around Jamil, who had silently snuck into the room.

"Let go," Jamil hissed, wriggling away from Floyd. "Give me the cat."

"Aw, but we were playing with him…."

"It's alright Floyd. I think the three of us have made our point quite clear," Jade hummed, before the octotrio shared a laugh.

Jamil rolled his eyes before carefully picking up Grim.

Scarabia Dorm….

"Look, Kalim isn't going to brag for himself so I thought I'd bring you here and remind you that this entire dorm was funded by his family. And he will be inheriting said funds."

Grim nodded and made a note.

"What about you? I mean, I already know you aren't getting picked cause, well, " Grim pointedly looked him up and down. "But the other broke losers have tried to participate."

Jamil leaned down and gave a dark smile.

"I don't need money to win over Y/N," eyes flashing red as he spoke.

"Monsieur Fuzzball!"

Grim and Jamil both groaned. It only took two seconds for him to be scooped up by the hunter.

"Non, non, do not struggle. I only wish to prove myself as a proper caretaker!"

Pomefiore Dorm…

Grim had never been so pampered, well fed, and relaxed in his entire life. Rook had provided snacks galore, given Grim the full on spa treatment, brushed out his fur, and was now massaging his sore kitty back.

"Monsieur Fuzzball, doesn't this feel wonderful?"

Grim nodded as Rook continued his massage.

"Just think, you could have this everyday!"

Grim groaned happily as Rook hit a tough knot.

Suddenly, Rook's voice was directly in his ear.

"All you have to do is give me the Trickster."

In that moment, Grim knew he would sell you for this life without a second thought.

But before he could do that…

"For heaven's sake I told you to find Epel, not this rodent!"

Rook immediately stopped the massage, to turn to his Queen.

"Roi du poison! I was simply-"

"Spare me," Vil snapped, before handing a struggling Epel over to Rook. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card, gracefully handing it to Grim between two fingers.

"I believe you are aware of my financial situation, but should you have questions, you can reach my manager on that card."

Then he left the room with a flourish, and the lingering scent of apple blossoms.

"You know I am willing to share the trickster with you," Rook whispered to Vil in the hallway.

"Ew," Epel groaned.

"As if I'd ever share," Vil smirked.

Outside the Ignihyde Dorm…

Ortho stood next to the tablet, holding Grin up so he could see what it said.

"So as you can see from my bank account," Idia's voice said from the tablet, "Money is not and never will be an issue."

"It all looks good," Grim muttered as he made a note, "but I have to say it's a red flag that you couldn't come here in person…"

"Hey! Big brother is just busy with his experiment!"

"Yeah, exactly, thank you Ortho, for being the only one who appreciates genius. In fact this conversation is over. If he doesn't get it, then that's his loss. Ditch the noob, Ortho!" And the tablet floated back into the dorm.

Ortho gently set Grim down. "Look, big brother gets nervous around the prefect, that's all. But I think they'd make a great couple."

He gently patted Grim's head, then floated back in. Grim sighed, made a note about how Idia was a package deal, then continued to the final dorm.

Diasomnia Dorm…

"Small kitten, I am to be king of a country. Not only that, but I have spent centuries curating my hoard. Our nest will be always warm, and my perfect child of man will want for nothing," Malleus finished with a smug grin, as he leaned back in his throne. Then he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Now you three can make your offers, or whatever."

"Me next! Me next!" Lilia said, cradling Grim like a baby. "I'm not as young as I look, and am on the best of terms with the queen and future king. I also have a great fortune built up! Kay, who's next?"

Silver timidly raised his hand.

"I just want to say, what about what Y/N wants? What if Y/N doesn't like any of us? What if Y/N doesn't even want to get married in the end? Or maybe they'll be just as happy with or without money?"

There was a long pause. Then…

"Silver's father is loaded and will do anything to see his children married and happy!"

"Fa-Lilia!" Silver hid his face in his hands in embarrassment.

"Same with Sebek. And his dad's a dentist!"

For once Sebek had nothing to say.

"Excellent, this looks very promising for you four," Grim nodded scribbling his final notes, "Now to-"

"GRIM!"

Uh oh. He turned around and saw you storming in.

"Child of man!"

"Save it Mal Mal! I'm here for my rat," You scooped up Grim, placing him under your arm as you left the room.

"When will we hear about the second round of interviews?" Lilia giggled.

You answered by flipping them the middle finger without looking back.

The Hallway….

"What the hell, Grim? I'm not for sale!"

"I'm not selling you! I'm just trying to get you provided for!"

"Please! This is about tuna and you know it!"

"Who even told you?"

"Jack called me about an-"

"Ah! Prefect!"

You and Grim groaned as you heard Crowley call to you both.

"Yes, headmage?" You asked through gritted teeth. You turned and saw Crewel was with him….wearing a bigger coat than normal.

"That coat looks so soft," Grim muttered.

"Yeah," you whispered back. "Wait, headmage, what do you need?"

"I heard your current allowance is no longer sufficient," he gently traced your jawline, settling below your chin, tapping up against it thoughtfully. "How does a little extra sound?"

You nodded dumbly.

"Good good, I'm too generous, I know," he hummed and walked off.

Before Crewel followed him, he smirked and patted the top of your head.

"Good pup."

He stalked off. You stood frozen for a moment. Grim smirked up at you.

"You know, they look like they…."

"You keep that thought to yourself, Grim."

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Tag list-@shytastemakerthing @stygianoir @leonia0 @lleoll @eccedentesiast-sapphic

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swearyshera · 8 months

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Thank you!

This may end up being a long, rambly post because I'm a little emotional. But bear with me.

I am so incredibly thankful for all the love you've sent this week, and it humbles me to realise how much this silly little parody blog meant to people. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, commenting, asking, going absolutely unhinged in the tags... I read them all, and they've spurred me to keep going through 32 months, over 5000 posts, 40GB of screenshots and the wildest, most brilliant time of my life.

I'd love to thank people individually, but there's so many of you that I would inevitably miss someone out and that seems unfair! But I will say a special thank you to the She-Ra Uncut team, who I'm proud to consider some of the greatest friends I've made through this fandom, and whether we make many wonderful things, or never make anything again, I hope we can consider each other friends for life.

(Sob story time, feel free to skip!) In 2015, I had a huge breakdown. I was off work for 8 months, in hospital for a week, had therapy twice a week for a year... It was fucking awful. And though I got better, I never really felt like I had a reason to, and that I was just treading water until the darkness came back with vengeance. Then, as She-Ra ended, I made some silly posts that ended up as Etheria Nine-Nine, which led me onto what would become Sweary She-Ra. I had no idea how much this would change my life.

The response to this blog led me to write a script for a She-Ra Uncut trailer, and I loved it. I wrote more and developed a love for the craft, that I wanted to continue. It became a joy, and gave me a dream for the first time I could remember. So I kept writing, I kept learning and improving. In September 2022, I was sat in the Lowry theatre in Salford surrounded by the laughter of an audience watching a play that I wrote. That was the most incredible feeling of my life.

And I wouldn't have had that without thinking "Catra should be allowed to say fuck".

So while, it may be over (and it was pointed out to me that Sweary She-Ra ran for longer than the actual show did!), it's hopefully not the end. I'm very keen to make an audio sequel if I can, maybe several, and I'm not going to disappear into the ether. And hey, I don't know what the future will bring.

But there is a future.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you, everyone.

Alice.

(PS - Hi Crew-Ra, if you're reading this as I maybe suspect one or two of you may be. I am sorry but also not sorry, but also hire me when the strikes are over 😁. Thank you for making She-Ra, I love you!)

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT— JACK HUGHES (PART NINE)

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 5.5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

notes: i’m finally up to the games that i attended! pictures 5 and 9 were taken by me at this game! fun fact: dawson and the equipment guy actually posed for that pic for me after his hat trick <3

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hey! hi! how are ya?! i’m great thanks for asking because MY BEST FRIEND GOT HIS VERY FIRST HAT TRICK!!

let me preface tonight’s recap post by saying that i’m aware that there were 3 goal scorers in tonights 5-1 win against the penguins, and i’m proud of dougie, timo, and ALL of the guys for their hard work tonight. however, tonight’s recap is slightly different because it’s focused mainly on my very own best friend!

my puppy, my sun, the godfather to my child, best friend number 1, my favorite person in the world (jack look away), dawson mercer. you got your first career hat trick and i could not be more proud of you! i’m so glad i was healed from my debilitating illness (i had a cold) and was able to witness it in person! i’m not saying i’m your lucky charm but… slap me in green and call me a leprechaun! 🍀

i’m so happy for you, dawson! i love you so very much! here’s to this being the first of very many!

p.s. it would not be a y/n postgame post if i didn’t have a couple pics of my favorite ipad kid snuck in there <3 you did great tonight, my beautiful princess!

tagged dawson1417 and jackhughes

dawson1417 thank you best friend number 3! i’m glad you were there to see me hit this milestone! here’s to many more! love you so very much! ❤️

y/ndevils00 you are actually my very favorite person in this entire world! i’m so insanely over the moon for you right now! drinks?

dawson1417 drinks!

user68 wait i always thought the “best friend number 1 and 2” was just y/n being silly about dawson and marino, but they actually have assigned numbers?! 🥹 that’s so cute!

jackhughes so happy for you merc! @/dawson1417

dawson1417 thanks hughesy! ‘preciate it!

y/ndevils00 my two favorite people 🥹 where’s my other?!

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 right here!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras k well we all know i wasn’t talking about u, lucifer’s favorite child

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 i’m scared to ask but is it me?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 THERE HE IS! all 3 of my people <3

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 you’re being lovey to marino… how much did you drink tonight babe?

y/ndevils00 oh so much

john.marino97 @/dawson1417 so proud of you man!

dawson1417 thanks bro!

y/ndevils00 my boys 🥹

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 you’re weirding me out now. stop being nice. it’s unnatural

y/ndevils00 alright ur done. ur booted down with trevor

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 what did i ever do to you?!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras exist.

jackhughes babe, you gotta stop referring to our cat as your child. you’re gonna make people think we actually have a kid

y/ndevils00 we literally do?? lil satan IS our child

jackhughes she’s a cat.

y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier you’ve gained a child and a y/n. congratulations!

nicohischier yay! i’ve always wanted those!

jackhughes @/nicohischier stay away from MY y/n!

trevorzegras i don’t go here but congrats dude!

dawson1417 thanks dude!

y/ndevils00 stay away from my best friend, demon!

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 doesn’t feel too good does it?! stay away from jimbo!

y/ndevils00 too late! we already have a snap streak!

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale tell me it isn’t so!

jamie.drysdale do you want the truth or a lie?

nicohischier congratulations merc! ❤️

dawson1417 thank you cap!

jesperbratt did you take that last picture through the glass?

y/ndevils00 yes. but i think you forgot something….

jesperbratt congrats @/dawson1417 !

dawson1417 thanks bratter!

y/ndevils00 much better

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl fic #dawson mercer #dawson mercer imagine #john marino #trevor zegras #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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so-long-soldier-writes · 6 months

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Airport Troubles

kai parker x reader

summary: you face some trouble with TSA while trying to catch your flight. the suspicious agent uses some unconventional methods to get the truth out of you.

tags: roleplay / sexual roleplay, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, cuddling, mention of pregnancy, minor breeding kink oops

word count: 3.4k

a/n: it's taken me 4 days to publish this bc I finish work and then immediately fall asleep. also this is so cheesy but I haven't posted in a while, so I pulled something out of my wip graveyard (this has been in there for months)😅 slowly working on requests!

“Hey, I’ve got a new idea.” Your boyfriend comes up to you, a mischievous smile on his face.

“Hm, what’s that?”

“TSA check.”

“Huh?”

“Like airport security.”

“I know what it is, Kai. What idea do you have with that?”

“You stand still and I check you over. Make sure you’re not gonna land in a new city and kill a bunch of people.”

You snort, “shouldn’t I be checking you then?”

The joke flies over his head, “no, because I need to be the one touching you.”

Instead of trying to explain your joke, you giggle, “okay. Friday night?”

“Yes.” There’s a dark glimmer in his eye as he agrees.

It should scare you, but it has the opposite effect. “Okay. I’ll be ready.”

Proud of himself, he gives you a kiss before crashing onto the couch. Not two minutes later, he’s calling you over to cuddle, and when you do, he’s instantly out like a light.

◇◇◇◇

You spend a solid hour getting ready for Kai’s new roleplay idea. These types of things always get him so excited, both of you, really, so you put extra effort into your appearance.

Underneath jeans and a plain t-shirt, you’re wearing a black lingerie set - one that’s a little more complicated than those you usually wear. Sometimes it’s fun seeing him struggle to take them off, but you have to hold back the giggles so he doesn’t catch onto your tricks. The difficulty makes him frustrated, which leads to him being rougher when he finally gets it off.

Smirking at the thought, you complete the look with socks and shoes, plus a coat and backpack. You plan a loose dialogue to go with it, then head downstairs at nine sharp.

The minute you come around the corner, Kai’s right there, and you almost smack straight into him.

“Excuse me, ma’am, please watch where you’re going.”

“Sorry, sir.” You bite your lip to not laugh. It always takes you a minute to get comfortable with a new character.

“Where are you headed?”

“Terminal A, going to New York.”

“I see. Well, good thing that flight’s not leaving for another forty-five minutes, because you’ve been randomly selected for a pat down.”

“May I ask why? Did I do something wrong?”

“Not entirely, ma’am. However, your inattention to your surroundings is a little suspicious to me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No worries. Just come with me.”

“Okay.”

He leads you into your living room, blinds closed, illuminated by two lamps in the corners.

“We’re using lamps instead of the overhead light so that the flashlights work better,” he explains.

“Oh, okay, sounds good. I like that better actually. Big lights hurt my eyes.”

“Why? Are you high?”

“What? No! Just… I have sensitive eyes.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then speaks into an invisible radio on his hip. “Gonna need you to bring me a drug test, Brenda. Might need it.”

You resist the urge to laugh, again.

“Is security funny to you, ma’am?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, stand still. Do you have your ID and passport?”

“Yes,” you hand them over and he looks through both briefly.

“Okay, jacket off. And I’m going to look through that and your bag.”

You bite your lip, shrugging off the items. If Kai drags this out, you’re going to die.

“Just a little patience, won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

One-by-one, Kai pulls the things out of your bag and comments on them.

“What’s this exactly?”

“Curling iron. For hair.”

“Okay.”

“Hmm, phone charger, small deodorant, pens, notebook, glasses, looking good. Hold up, condoms?”

You blush red.

“It’s alright, better safe than sorry.” He continues, “book, nail file, oh - this lipgloss, I’m going to have to discard it because it’s a weird color.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s showing up green on the light, and that’s weird.” He throws the gloss out without further inspection. As it flies across the room, all you can do is throw up your hands. “Protocol.”

“Sure.”

“Hmm, now what’s this? Another curling iron?”

“Um, no. That’s a… personal effects tool.”

“A what?”

“A, um-”

“You’re going to have to be crystal clear with me, young lady.”

“It’s a vibrator.”

“A vibrator?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are the condoms for?”

“Wha-”

“Nevermind, not my problem. As long as it’s not a weapon, you can keep it.”

“What about my lip gloss?”

“No, ma’am, you can’t keep that. I already told you why.”

You groan in fake frustration.

“But the rest of your bag is clear. Okay, now for the pat down portion, you’re going to have to stand still with your arms out. I’m going to check your upper body first.”

“Okay.” You do as you’re told, biting your cheek hard.

Kai runs his hands along your arms, squeezing from your shoulders to your fingertips. On two occasions, he runs the back of his hand along your skin, letting his nails tickle you. Again, you fight the urge to giggle.

He then focuses his gaze on your chest. “What’s this necklace?”

“It’s from my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah, he’s actually waiting for me in New York.”

“Why didn’t you just fly together?”

“Conflicting schedules and all that.”

“Okay.” He runs a finger along your collarbone before muttering, “all good there.” His hands are all over your body now. They cup your breasts and rub your nipples, then move down to squeeze your waist. Kai rests a hand on the small of your back as his other feels your stomach.

“Is this standard procedure?” You question as he touches your breasts again.

“Please don’t interrupt me, ma’am. This is very important.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to need to check your lower half now.”

“Okay. Did I pass on the top half?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“Spread your legs.”

He wastes no time moving to your hips, then thighs. “I need to touch here.”

“Okay.”

His hands hold and squeeze your butt. A finger is run along your crotch until it rests above your clothed clit. Suddenly he applies pressure, sending a jolt up your spine.

“How’s your sexual performance?”

“What?”

“How do you perform sexually?”

“Um.”

“You must answer the question.”

“I’m fine, I guess. I don’t know.”

“Are you pregnant?”

“No.”

“Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

“I mean, a small chance, but I doubt I am.”

“Okay,” he replies. Kai says nothing more on the topic. He moves down to your knees, then feet, rubbing his hands along them. “Alright,” he finally looks up at you.

“Did I pass?”

“For the most part, but I’m still suspicious. Do you have anything in your jean pockets?”

“No. You told me to empty my pockets, so I did.”

“Sass isn’t going to speed this up, sweetheart.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m gonna need you to remove your pants so I can check them.”

“What?”

“It’s protocol.”

You fake a sigh, then unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. Kai licks his lips, and you can tell he’s trying his best to hide his excitement. The moment he glimpses your lingerie underneath, though, his eyes widen.

“Ma’am,” he starts, sighing. He’s holding back. You can hear it in his tone, though the tightening of his jeans is giving him away quickly.

“Yes?”

“I’m not sure you wore the appropriate attire for this flight.”

“Oh! Sorry. I didn’t expect to be stripped in an airport. I was wearing it for my boyfriend.”

“Mhm, well you should’ve acted less suspicious or you wouldn’t’ve been stripped. Also, again, sass isn’t helping your case.”

“Can we just… finish this so we can both move on from this awkward situation.”

“Depends if I deem you able to fly.”

“Okay then can we start that process?”

“Sure. I’ll try to ignore your… outfit.”

He did not, in fact, ignore it. Kai continues his inspection like normal - well, normal for Kai - and pats down your body. Every so often, he mutters a comment about you passing this, or doing well on that, but when his fingers ghost over your clit again, he clicks his tongue.

“See, this is the problem. I think you’re hiding something here. But don’t worry, it’ll only take a second. I just need to-”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, a gasp leaves your lips as he pushes two fingers inside you. You’re already wet from all the petting, so by the time he’s finally touching you, he moves with ease.

“What are you looking for?” You mutter out, hands gripping his head. He doesn’t correct you, but lets you hold onto him for balance.

“Can’t tell you. Protocol.” His older hand is gripping your thigh, though it’s slowly moving up to grab your butt again.

“Oh.”

“I think it’s deeper than I initially thought. One minute.” Kai positions himself in front of you to grab one side of your hips, his other hand holding back the lace, then begins to lap at your core with his tongue. He pulls you down onto him to lick deeper, periodically sucking on your clit. The feeling is absolute bliss, not to mention seeing him under you. A moan leaves your lips, and you immediately clamp a hand over your mouth.

Too late, he heard it. “Please, no talking, ma’am.”

“I’m sorry.”

You have no idea how he’s not cracking up right now. Then again, Kai has a tendency to take roleplays very seriously. You have a theory that he likes to pretend to be someone else every so often, but you’ve never mentioned this to him. Instead, you just play along into your boyfriend’s fantasies as best you can. After all, he erupts in a fit of content giggles at the end of each session, so you can let it all out then. You both know he can’t be serious for too long.

“Have you found it yet?”

Kai adds his fingers again and “searches” deeper. “Not yet.”

“Okay.”

“Though I think I can get you to give it up and confess where it is if you’re relaxed enough.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, sir.”

“You will in a moment.”

Suddenly, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You squeal and claw at his back, wanting something to grip. Before you can say anything, though, he sets you down on the desk. Kai pulls your shirt up over your head, but takes a second to admire your set. A lump forms in his throat.

“You have a very lucky boyfriend,” he comments.

“Seems I also have a very lucky TSA agent.” You bat your eyes playfully, then spread your legs open to him.

“Naughty girl.”

His tone has you biting your lip.

His eyes scan over you for a moment and you’re not sure what he’s thinking. Then, he takes the straps of your lingerie and pulls them down your body. When he reaches your waist, he realizes he has to unclip the garter belt before he can get your top off all the way. It takes a moment for him to do this, hands shaking with excitement. His tongue sticks out from between his teeth; his expression is deeply concentrated.

He finally unclips the two parts of the belt, then tugs your panties down your legs. At last, he finds the solution to the top - unhooking it and letting it drop to the table. The same time he undoes the clasp, something small falls from its place, buried within the top, and hits the ground with a shudder. If he hears it, he doesn’t ask. Nor does he make a comment about the challenge of the set, though you know he’s thinking about it. Instead, he wastes not a minute more, and undresses himself quickly.

As he lines himself up with your entrance, you suddenly ask, “do you do this with all your cases?”

“Only the ones with boyfriends,” he winks.

The urge to laugh is hard, and your hand flies to your mouth again. For a second, you see a little smirk on Kai’s face as he tries not to break character with his own chuckle.

But then that moment is over as soon as it comes, because he uses your distraction to push into you. You groan at the feeling, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly. He pulls out almost completely, but then rocks his hips back into you before finding a steady pace.

As expected, his thrusts are aggressive, and you’re gasping for breath. Your tits catch his eyes as they bounce in place. His own grip on you is equal to that you have on him - both will probably leave light bruises for you to find in the morning.

It isn’t long before you feel yourself losing strength. Your stomach muscles are sore from holding up your body, but when you lean back on the desk, Kai puts his hand out to support your head. He crawls up the length of your torso, kissing your neck and chest, and sucking on your tits. Neither of you will last much longer, but even in roleplays, he makes sure you come first.

“Come on, princess.” It’s the first thing he’s said in a while. It breaks through the obscene sounds of sex like a knife through butter.

He uses his spare hand to rub your clit. You’re so close to the edge that tears form in your eyes.

“Come on,” he prompts again. The hand holding up your head moves so it’s around your neck. Slight pressure is added, and Kai clicks his tongue to urge you to finish.

Then, as if his convincing is exactly what you needed, you come. Your body shudders against the table, shaking, while moans spill out your lips. Your release is all he needs to follow close behind, filling you up with his seed. He pulls out before he softens uncomfortably, but plugs you up with his fingers before too much can escape.

You take a moment to catch your breath. He helps you sit upright when you do, though, and he gives you a sloppy kiss to the mouth.

“Relaxed now, ma’am?”

“Uh huh.”

“So where’s the weapon?”

Sleepily, you reply, “fell out of my top. It’s on the ground.” You point lazily to the floor where he now notices a small pocket knife.

“Ah,” he clicks his tongue. “There it is! Okay…” Kai sets the knife on the table, then fetches an orange juice from the corner of the room. “I need you to drink this, please. It’s very important.”

“Okay.”

Kai tinkers around while you drink the juice. By the time you finish the bottle, you’re able to stand up by yourself again.

“Feel better?” He asks, buckling his belt back into place.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Good, because I still need to test that you’re not a criminal.”

“Wait, what?”

“Well, you had a knife on you that you tried to hide. And since you’ve been acting suspicious and have been way too sassy with me, I don’t feel comfortable letting you on the plane until I know you’re not a threat of national security.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Right. Give me one finger, please.”

You hold a hand out to him.

Kai takes the liberty of pressing your pointer finger into something wet and black, and then stamps it down on a piece of paper. “Thank you. Just wait one minute.”

As he stares at the paper, you take to staring at your finger. Hesitantly, you lick it, wondering if he really used ink.

“Don’t lick it,” he reprimands immediately.

“Sorry.”

It tasted like fruit, like he had mashed up blackberries or something. You want to giggle, but refrain.

“While this processes, would you like to tell me why you were carrying a knife under your shirt?”

“I keep it there for self defense.”

“Why not in your pocket, or something?”

“Easier for me to grab, harder for attackers to see. But sir, may I add, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I honestly forgot it was there. I was anxious about having to be in the parking garage and then totally forgot to put it in a better place. I’m really sorry. I promise I’m no threat to anyone.”

He sighs, reading your face. “I understand, ma’am. And it seems you’ve passed the test, so your story checks out.”

“I passed?”

“It appears so.”

“Okay, great!”

“That being said, you’re now free to go. Your stuff is right over there.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you for your time. Oh, and might I suggest a few things?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, one, remember to not hide your weapons in your bra when you enter airports.”

“Sorry-”

“Two, throw out those condoms, because obviously, you don’t use them. Considering how fine you were without them ten minutes ago.”

“Excuse me?!”

“And three, you might want to get a pregnancy test. I come from a huge family, seven siblings, to be exact, and I also carry a twin gene.” Kai grins at you. “Have a nice flight!”

Keeping in character, your jaw drops. “Fuck! Are you serious?!” You exclaim loudly.

“Ma’am, please be wary of children in the airport.”

You shake your head in annoyance as you walk up the stairs, bag in hand, and away from him.

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Twenty minutes later, Kai comes upstairs to find you on your bed. He wanted to give you some time to recover on your own, but will only leave you alone for so long before he needs to be by your side again.

“Hi,” he greets, peering his head around the door.

“Hi, baby.”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

“How are you? Was I too rough? Are you hurt anywhere? Was it too much?”

“Come here,” you gesture for him to join you. “None of those things, pumpkin. It was perfect. You were perfect.”

“Are your wrists bruised?” He asks anyway.

You send a question back before answering him. “Are your hips?”

“Maybe. But I don’t mind. It was worth it.”

“Well, my answer is the same.”

He’s only quiet for a second before continuing. “I liked that piece you had on today. That agent was right - you are a naughty girl.”

“Seems I am.”

He gives you a kiss, then tucks his head into the crook of your neck with his arms around your waist. He doesn’t budge when you lean back and take him with you. Your head hits the pillow and he only nestles closer.

After a while, though, he coughs. It’s not a sick cough, but more of a “new topic starter” kind of cough.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. But I would, um, if I were you…”

“Would what, baby?”

“Take a test… like, a pregnancy test. Because we don’t use those condoms often, I didn’t even remember you had them, and I kinda…. I don’t know, but I think we should do that just in case.”

“You’re probably right. Especially after this time in particular.” You grow warm as you recall it. “We should probably use them more, too, considering how often…” You don’t feel the need to finish your sentence. Kai knows exactly what you mean.

However, he just grunts. He adjusts slightly, enough to press a kiss to your cheek.

“What?” You pry. “You disagree?”

He shrugs. “I kinda like it being a roll of the dice. Which time are you gonna show up with two blue lines?” Your jaw drops in surprise “I already have a doctor roleplay planned out.” You go silent out of shock. Kai tenses after a minute. “Was that too far? We can use the condoms; I can work them into something.”

“No,” you finally say, “not too far.” A three second flash of the future runs in your mind. The first second, you stare down at a positive test. The second, his hands rest on your growing stomach, pretending to monitor a baby’s growth. The third, the sight of his smile at the prospects of being a father. It’s not something you really expected him to want, yet it seems to be on the forefront of his mind. “Not too far at all,” you repeat.

Kai noticeably relaxes. “Ease into the doctor thing with me instructing you on the importance of condoms,” he jokes, “and then a couple months later, that conversation was obviously pointless.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Sounds like fun to me.”

“Good.” He nestles closer into you. “I like doing these with you.”

“I like them too, pumpkin. Are you getting tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Well on that note, goodnight. I love you.”

“Goodnight.” He places a kiss on your shoulder, too tired to pull himself back up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

#kai parker x reader #malachai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker smut #this is so cheesy #y'all i have upwards of 100 wips in my folder #needed to desperately post while i work on recs #hope this isn't too stupid

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infriga · 5 months

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Content I wish there was a bit more of in the dbh fandom:

More Content with Connor Markus AND Kara interacting and dealing with shit together, especially in post-game stories. For some reason Kara content is always separate from the other two mains, I wanna see more shenanigans with all 3 of them.

More Connor & Luther interactions. They have so much in common! They can bond over their guilt from being forced to harm other androids before eventually deviating out of empathy! Also they can bond over learning how to not throw themselves into the line of fire at a moment's notice all the time lol.

More Luther content in general. He mostly just gets paired as an accessory with Kara and I wanna see more of him.

More Markus/Josh content. I don't even actually ship them I just think the amount of Mosh content is disproportionately low compared to most other Markus ships. He deserves some ship action too!

More North/Josh content. I DO ship them and the fact that more people don't ship them baffles me considering how much tumblr loves to ship characters who bicker with each other and are treated as polar opposites. Even just some more friendship content with them would be nice.

More Josh content in General. He's an important member of Jericho too but he gets shafted a lot in fics and fanart compared to the other two.

Some ATLA AU content where Markus is the Avatar and Connor is the disgraced Fire Nation Prince hunting him down. C'MON PEOPLE IT'S RIGHT THERE HOW IS THIS NOT MORE OF A THING?! Simon can be the water tribe teacher, Josh can be the earth nation teacher, North can be the Fire Nation teacher, Hank can be Connor's older role model figure who tags along with him and helps him develop his moral compass, Nines can be the terrifying smarter faster stronger younger sibling who also goes after Markus when Connor fails too many times (aka when he lets Markus and other criminal benders escape too many times huehuehue), Amanda can be the Fire Lord (yes I know she's literally an ice queen but you can't tell me she doesn't also fit the sinister manipulative leader character who Connor would be desperate to make proud and live up to her expectations), Kamski can be a former Avatar who shows up to give cryptic advice occasionally. Gavin would be the commander character who constantly gives Connor shit similar to Zhao. IT WORKS SO WELL GUYS. Kara doesn't slot in as well as the others but we can fit her in there somehow, she can maybe be one of the people who moved into that one air temple and repurposed it. It's just kinda wild how well most of the characters/roles would fit the au scenarios so I'm surprised I haven't seen it before when I've seen at least one take on an Avatar AU for almost every other fandom I've been in.

I am aware that I can create more of this content myself but I am currently working on graduating university and getting a job so for now I'm just gonna make a wistful post about it.

#Detroit become human #detroit: become human #Dbh #dbh connor #dbh markus #Rk800 #dbh luther #dbh josh #Dbh kara #Random #This isn't wank or anything more like a Christmas list #Encouragement #Edit: also more Lucy content would be nice particularly Connor & Lucy content I just think they're neat

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passengerseatsam · 2 months

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nine people you want to know better tag game! thank you @soulsam for tagging me!

last song: domino - jessie j (tiktok got it stuck in my head)

favorite color: green, but specifically emerald or like a eucalyptus green

last movie/tv show: fell asleep watching hoarders last night and I'm not proud of it

sweet/spicy/savory: I am a savory girly who wants to be a sweet girly. also, can sour be an option? I love sour candy.

relationship status: engaged / getting married next year!

last thing i googled: "drywall repair diy" — it's for fic writing purposes I promise

current obsession: sam winchester forever and always

last book: currently reading Lot by Bryan Washington. before that was The Art Thief by Michael Finkel, but I DNF-ed it. the last book I actually finished was Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton.

looking forward to: having writing time tonight while my fiance is in class. also, spring!

idk whos already been tagged already but I'll add @winter-parrot @half-christ-half-cowboy @sammichgirl @marakings @compo67 @samjgirl @opheliasam @digitalmeowmix @greasysteak just in case!!

#my.posts #tag game #thank you for tagging me!! I feel so included

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highladyluck · 6 months

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For the fic questions, 3, 4, 17, and 37

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Two people go to a place together and have an argument that’s kinda about going to the place and kinda about something else entirely

Unrelatable narrators …that was supposed to be ‘unreliable narrators’ but yea honestly I love writing weirdass internal logic

Exploring worldbuilding implications

Humor (they all start out as a joke and then I think about the joke, possibly too hard)

I will put science fiction in this fantasy story

????

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

This is kinda cheating because it’s from an unreleased WIP, but I did post the bit in question separately! It’s the villanelle I wrote for The Fox That Makes The Ravens Fly, which Thom recites, fulfilling the ‘man who remembers Hawkwing’s face’ part of Tuon’s prophecy. I’ve always wanted to write a villanelle and it was a fun way to interpret the prophecy requirements.

(Once I started thinking about it, I was intrigued by how broad that category could be, if you really wanted it to be. Off the top of my head, it covers Ishamael, anyone who was at Falme and recognized Hawkwing among the Heroes of the Horn, and anyone else who can describe Hawkwing’s features from memory, which could be a historian, artist, or court-bard… or anyone who paid attention to their art. Tuon actually had options, she just wanted it to be Mat.)

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

Well now I’ve distracted myself with the concept of an ‘Ishamael marries Tuon’ AU… what a fascinating way to make everything worse! Honestly, I just want to put Tuon in situations.

Almost all of my WIPs and outlines are now highly specific AUs and I don’t think I have any new ones I haven’t at least alluded to, and also every time I think ‘I’m the only person who could want this’ I find out I am wrong.

But if anyone wants to adopt ‘Lanfear is the Daughter of the Nine Moons and Mat rescues her and Moiraine from Sindhol’, I’d read that. I also want more of the Sedai Trek AU that @unmarkedcards sent me snippets of, where Tuon is the Amyrlin & Nyneave is the Keeper and they are taking a spaceship to the Ogier homeworld.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Baby’s First Knife! As I say in the tags, it’s funny in the way Mat is funny, which is to say that the jokes are at his expense.

It touches—obliquely, in true Mat style—on the huge problem for Mat of having a child in an environment that isn’t safe for them from day 1, let alone years down the line. I write a lot of Mat/Tuon fluff—well, fluff by their weird standards—but this is less fluffy, more uneasy, which is a space I also like exploring with them. They’re interesting because of the tension, and I wanted to capture some of that in this story.

#ask game #anyboli #wot book spoilers

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kandisheek · 4 months

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FIC REC WEEK 2 – WINTERIRON FAVORITES

SERIES: The Silver Age by copperbadge

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 87,354 Tags: 1960s, PTSD, Recovery

Summary: An alternate universe in which Tony Stark was born in 1950 and the Winter Soldier was recovered in 1967, after a failed attempt to assassinate Howard and Maria Stark.

Reasons why I love it: One of my favorite things about this series is Tony's relationship with his parents, which is something I never thought I'd say, since most fics portray them as irredeemable. Tony's characterization in this is also fantastic, and I really love Bucky's emotional development. Plus, the family feels that start to creep in towards the middle make it all even better. I love this series, and I highly encourage you to check it out!

This series consists of:

The Soldier And The Hurricane

Pairing: Bucky & Tony, Howard/Maria Rating: T Words: 18,899 Tags: Canon Divergence, Parent-Child Relationship, Recovery

Summary: When the Winter Soldier fails to kill Howard and Maria Stark and is taken prisoner in the summer of 1967, his salvation comes in the unlikely form of a Russian-speaking, father-disobeying, endlessly-tinkering seventeen-year-old: Tony Stark.

Reasons why I love it: There is so much subtle world building in this. All the references and talk about “modern” science really drive home what time period this is set in. And while I absolutely love Bucky and Tony's budding relationship here, what really stole my heart was – unexpectedly – Howard Stark. He's such a great character in this, and I really love how he's portrayed as a genuinely caring father, even if he can't always show it. This fic is amazing on its own, but it's only the start to this fantastic series, so let's hop over to the next!

The Pretender And The Prince

Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Peggy/Angie Rating: E Words: 25,934 Tags: PTSD, Super Soldier Serum, Post-Recovery

Summary: It's the fall of 1967, and Tony Stark is determined to do his father proud as the new head of Stark Robotics. Between his growing relationship with Tony and his new life as a recovering assassin, Bucky's just trying to stay on his feet. Then someone takes a shot at Tony in the middle of a busy workday, and all bets are off...

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, young love! I adore all of the action in this, and I really enjoyed the surprise appearance of someone I didn't expect to see. Angie is beyond lovely, and Howard continues to be one of my favorite characters in this fic, who would've thought. Jarvis and Ana are actual angels, and Bucky and Tony's developing relationship makes me want to swoon. This fic is fantastic, a perfect sequel to the first!

The Captain And The Ghost

Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rhodey/Carol Rating: T Words: 26,030 Tags: Arctic Exploration, Cold War, Steve Recovery

Summary: In the summer of 1970, Tony Stark is leading the expedition ship Marvel in search of the body of Steve Rogers. He has good friends with him: ship's captain Carol Danvers, medic Sam Wilson, best friend James Rhodes and boyfriend James Barnes, as well as scientist Vernon van Dyne and his daughter Janet. But they've also been assigned a diplomatic observer from the USSR named Natalia Romanoff, and the barren chill of Greenland is not the only threat dogging their search.

Reasons why I love it: The whole arctic rescue mission is fantastic. Natasha makes for a really interesting character, and it's great to see real life events so seamlessly woven into the story. Also, the brief arc where Bucky completely trounces Tony's insecurities in regard to Steve is great. This fic is amazing, and a wonderful addition to this series.

The Comrade And The Carnie

Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Natasha/Sam Rating: G Words: 4,871 Tags: 1970s, Avengers Family, Amusement Parks

Summary: The Stark Family And Adopted Waifs field trip to Coney Island to buy Natasha a hot dog started out with nine people and ended with ten. Well, Clint didn't take up much space and was impressively skilled...

Reasons why I love it: Picking up a stray Clint Barton, because why not? I love Maria's Home for Wayward Orphans, and Natasha continues to be a delight. And I'm so happy she got her promised hot dog. I love this fic, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

The Music Room And The Penthouse

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,802 Tags: 1970s, Broadway, Musicals

Summary: Maria Stark makes a place for her son's many friends; Tony also makes his own place for them.

Reasons why I love it: The way Tony talks about Natasha and how he wants to help her hit me out of nowhere with the feels. I love that we get to see a quiet moment between him and his mom, I feel like I haven't seen that nearly enough in fandom, because it's beautiful. And oh my god, the music scene is so fucking sweet, it's amazing. I love this one!

The Ranger And The Stray

Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Clint/Coulson Rating: T Words: 6,330 Tags: Kidnapping, Friends to Lovers, Star Wars References

Summary: Clint Barton was always the kid brother in the background, until one day he definitely was not.

Reasons why I love it: Fuck yeah, Shieldhusbands are in! Clint's crush on Coulson – and Coulson't crush on Clint later on – is so fucking cute. They deserve each other, awkward beans that they are. Also, the line “as surrogate little brothers went, Clint made a pretty good Stark” made me aww out loud. Plus, canon crashing in is always fun. I love it.

The Brother And The Mother

Pairing: Clint/Coulson Rating: T Words: 3,488 Tags: 1970s, Family, Blackmail

Summary: Clint's brother shows up, and Clint disappears.

Reasons why I love it: I'm so happy that we get more Shieldhusbands after the last one. In unrelated news, Maria Stark is a fucking boss ass queen, and I love her. The whole Clint Barton defense squad is fucking adorable, and I love how they literally treat each other as family. This is such a great ending to this series, and I enjoyed every word of it. Please go and check it out for yourself if you haven't, because the whole thing's amazing!

#marvel #fanfic #winteriron #fic rec #ficrec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs

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thegirlfromhawkins · 2 years

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House Parties w/ Eddie Munson

I’m trying to write fics rn but i swear it’s just not coming to me but i love this hc idea. I want him so bad omfg. Also holy shit over 400 notes on my last headcanon and halfway to 50 followers! You guys are so damn amazing I’m so happy you enjoyed it!

(also got some eddie posters and a corroded coffin keychain in the mail today and I screamed, I’ll probably share the link to all that stuff cause I love supporting small businesses as I have a small business as well and who doesn’t love Eddie merch?)

Warnings : Drug/Alcohol Use

✪ Now Eddie is not the popular kid party person but he sure as hell goes to his fair share of house parties with his band friends and with people he deals too… (hey parties are a business opportunity)

✪ When you had first started dating he was a bit worried about you tagging along since he knew he didn’t hang out with the most wonderful people in the world

✪ But seeing how well you’d get along with his bandmates and how you weren’t uncomfortable with him being a dealer, he decided it was time

✪ You showed up at his trailer around nine all ready to go off on wherever Eddie would take you

✪ Both of you were excited but nervous as well

✪ It was like a big outing for you guys as a couple and you were glad that Eddie was comfortable bringing you along with him

✪ Eddie and you jammed out to some music in his room while you helped him pick out what to wear

✪ (he really didn’t need help, he just loves hearing your input and what you like on him)

✪ Around 10 Eddie finishes packing up his lunchbox and throws on his coat and vest

✪ “Are you ready darling?”

✪ “Ready as ever Eds.”

✪ Driving nerves undoubtedly arose in both of you

✪ Eddie was anxious about how the people at the party would treat you and was already preparing what he’d do if someone was disrespectful towards you

✪ Meanwhile, you were uneasy wondering if you’d fit in with everyone well

✪ It’s not like this party was a huge deal but you still cared about how Eddie’s friends or more so acquaintances would see you

✪ Just up the driveway, you see people standing outside with alcohol or a cigarette in their hands

✪ Eddie being a gentleman gives you a sweet kiss before walking around to open your door for you

✪ Walking towards the house you notice you’re catching quite a few stares but the look on Eddie’s face shows pure happiness

✪ Of course he’s happy to show his love off to everyone

✪ The first hour or so you spend getting introduced to a dozen people that you definitely won't remember the names of

✪ Eddie keeps you by his side at all times not wanting anything to happen to you

✪ As the night goes on you actually found a chill group of people you and Eddie drank with in the garage

✪ It had gotten a bit colder so you were wrapped up in a blanket leaning on Eddie’s shoulder

✪ Looking down at you he saw how comfortable and just straight-up beautiful you are to him and he can’t help but think of how lucky he is

✪ The drinks keep coming and it doesn’t take long for people coming up with games to play that probably would not make sense to any sober person

✪ You were gladly buzzed now and Eddie made sure you didn’t drink too much as well as him

✪ Come to think of it he was more like your babysitter that night making sure you were safe and out of trouble

✪ It gets rowdier and drink after drink everyone is having a good time

✪ “Y/N SPILLED HER DRINK!! That means you gotta drink what’s left in it!”

✪ “I don’t think that’s the best idea guys.”

✪ Before Eddie could even finish his sentence the drink was gone and you had a proud look on your face

✪ All he could do was shake his head and lead you inside making sure to catch you as you were trying your best to walk straight

✪ Luckily the porch outside was calmer than the garage and Reefer Rick was even there

✪ Eddie trusted him and so did you since you had gone over to his house a few times

✪ This was the only time Eddie left you, well he basically ran out to his van to get his lunchbox of drugs and made it back in impeccable time

✪ You couldn’t help but giggle at his out-of-breath state as he set the lunchbox down on the table and took a seat next to you

✪ He made a few sales out there and soon a smoke circle had started

✪ While the joint gets passed around Eddie is hesitant to give it to you since you’ve been drinking but he knows you’ll put up a fight if he says no and he really doesn’t wanna look like a babysitter in front of the whole group

✪ He just sits out smoking and watches you as you chat with the others and smile under the moonlight

✪ The night had gone better than he could have hoped and by the time it was ready to go you were almost upset because you enjoyed talking to everyone

✪ Eddie helps you out to the van and puts your seatbelt on for you after you protest that you can get it when clearly you can’t as you keep missing the buckle every damn time you try

✪ The drive home was quiet and the radio was on low volume for once

✪ He didn’t want to get you ramped up again and when he goes to turn into the trailer park he sees your head resting against the window with your eyes closed

✪ Carefully he gets you out of the vehicle and carries you up to the trailer then proceeds to open the door with his foot kicking it open lightly

✪ Quietly he makes his way to his bedroom and lays you down on his bed before going back out to grab a few things from the van

✪ Back in his room he takes off his clothes and rings watching you trying his best not to disturb your peaceful state

✪ You did have quite a long night he just hopes you don’t regret all that alcohol in the morning

✪ Putting on a band tee and keeping his underwear on he crawls next to you in his bed and as soon as you feel him hit the mattress you move over to cuddle into his chest

✪ “I love you Eddie.”

✪ “I love you more Y/N.”

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Fic Writing Review 2023

thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes @stereopticons 💚

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Words and Fics

New fics on ao3: 12

Words published on ao3: 220,095

BONUS STAT 120,433 UNPUBLISHED words (holy fuck, I went to add this up because I was curious, but I was not prepared for this... No wonder I hate having all these WIPs hanging over my head right now. They are A LOT)

Fandoms: just RWRB

Most recent fic: "Please, I need you to." (also the shortest fic!)

Longest fic: Deep Blue, 76,031 words

Longest one shot: Love and War, 11,430

Top fics by kudos

(WELL, I wanted to do a mix of stats, but Deep Blue is my top fic in all the metrics--and we don't fuck with ratios in this house--so instead I'm doing by kudos)

Deep Blue (well, well, well. I love this baby so much)

Just Like That. (shocking outlier! It started as smutty crack in my mind!)

In His Wildest Dreams (love this with my whole entire heart)

Oxford Days (look here, kids! the things you can achieve with sleep deprivation and crazy hyperfocus!)

Tumbled Down and Tangled Up (with thanks to whoever it was who shared it on twitter that one time and led to me spending one very confused day--nine months after this fic was first published--watching all the ao3 emails coming in like, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING)

Every single number on this list blows my mind.

Fandom/Fic events

Doing events is a new thing for me this year! I've just finished my @rwrbnygiftexchange fic and am super excited to put it out there (Jan 1st feels so far away!)

And I did a quick thing for Smutsgiving 2023

Just for fun

Most amusing stat: the fact that THIS has more kudos than actual words in it. Love you all 😘

Highest proportion of private bookmarks: just edging this, it's Happy NY! I was sure it would be In His Wildest Dreams lol. It only just lost out by 0.3%

Leader by POV: Alex, with 6 fics to his name. Then it's 3 for Henry and 3 in split POV, though Henry would lead this if I was doing it by word count lol

Things that moved me beyond words: everything Deep Blue related, but especially the comments (and I'd never done this before, but last week I sorted all fics in the RWRB tag by comments and there it was... on the first page 😱 *Of course almost half of those comments are from me, replying to people. Timely reminder of how all these metrics are not necessarily a true reflection of a work or a writer’s value). Anyway, whether it's people relating to Alex's confusion when working out his sexuality (hi 🙋‍♀️), or people who see themselves in Henry and his paralysing fear of being hurt again (hi again 🙋‍♀️), and everyone who dropped into the comments to commiserate about wanting to quit their jobs and fuck off to the coast to write full time (🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️), they all mean so much.

New Year's resolutions:

to finish a bunch of WIPs

to work on fewer things at once and not stress myself out by having a bunch of unfinished things

to crack on with my original writing

This post ran a lot longer than I was expecting! I'm not tagging anyone because I don't want anyone to feel pressured to share numbers and compare themselves to others. The last four months have been CRAZY in the RWRB fandom, and to be honest looking at numbers and stats is a surefire way to feel small or slow or just plain not enough when you start comparing yourself to others.

But if you feel proud of something you've done (the first thing you've ever written! the first fic you've ever shared! some sort of stat breakthrough! your first ao3 subscribers!), whatever it is, please share. And tag me! Doing all of this online stuff can be fun, but it can sometimes feel lonely too. The best thing about it is talking to people, whether it be in discord or ao3 comments or on tumblr posts and messages or getting tagged on WIP posts just because people think I might like to see what they're writing, or because they want to see what I'm working on.

Anyway, my point is: don't be lonely. Bang on that tag. 😉❤️

Now, who's going to teach me how to use code and shit so I can have a nice spreadsheet with all these stats on? I did it all by hand and now I need a nap.

#ao3 wrapped #ao3 stats #2023 ao3 year in review #about me #tag games #2023 wrapped

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OC questionnaire!

Thank you @decaying-rose-petals for the tag!

I’ve chosen a few characters of mine to answer your prompts. They’re each from different class levels in their society—and they’re named, too!

They’ll speak for themselves, but I’ll also be butting into their answers with my own commentary.

My questions are:

1. How do you feel about yourself?

2. What was your childhood like?

3. Is there something you’re really proud of?

Imp

1. “I’m an essential piece of this ecosystem, friend. I’ve wondered who I am since I was picking grass, and now I know: I’m a benevolent virus. Reborn in the stomach this oppressive monster—not through it, but in spite against it. To fight it. Because they’ll never tell me who I am to be.”

It’s all about The Cause, with this one. From what I can tell, they never switch off.

2. “My suther* died before I learned how to dodge a bottle. My kether* kept me on my toes. When I learned how to read, I started seeing all the sinister little cracks in our great nation. It got me acting up, until I got caught. Good-old Kad* set me up for time in the dungeons. They got these chains that age you up faster. My youth came and went faster than most anyone I know. Bums you out, don’t it?”

* “Suther” and “kether” are the formal terms for parents of particular respective genders. They tend to go by se/ser/sers and ke/ker/kis pronouns, respectively. “Kad” is the informal term for a kether. I’ll tell you more about it in another post.

3. “I’m proud of myself whenever I manage to cut against the grain. Like how I got out of the dungeons. It’s awfully satisfying. And I’m proud of Pupil. He’s a scary-bright kid, and he’s got that Thing; That phenomenon where you think of what you’ve gotta do and you just do it. Some folks lose that when they get older.”

Imp is pretty focused. You can see why they and Pupil might like to work with one another, yes?

Pupil

1. “I know what I’m talking about, I know what I’m doing.

I’ve been told I’m not great with people, but I think I’m just not great with people who………………… are idiots.”

Contrary to popular belief, Pupil has friends. Unfortunately, only one of them attends his school. The others are shopkeepers or vagrants.

And he doesn’t actually take to the commonly defeatist “smart vs dumb” rhetoric. But when he believes someone is thoughtless or ignorant or conformist, he likes to call them an idiot. It is a fun word, after all.

2. “Less-than-stellar. Neither of my parents are around very much. They’re both in government. They pay a few folks to come watch us, or take us to school.

But for every birthday since nine, I received more and more responsibility over the others.

At night my parents are still busy, both until and after dinner. Don’t mind us, you’d only be out of a job without us.*”

* Pupil is referring to the fact that citizens of this nation earn the privilege to engage with society by proving their fertility (i.e. having at least one child, the more the better). No one ever says it outright, but a thing need not be spoken to be enforced. Life and the harnessing of it are very big in their nation’s culture and religion.

3. “I’m proud whenever I’ve done a good job, or whenever I get to slight someone who looks down on me……

I guess I’m proud of the other kids. I don’t look in on them much. But when I do, they’re very interesting and inspiring.”

Pupil has two younger siblings. More on them at another time.

I like that his when Pupil’s name is in purple text, it seems like a misspelling of the color’s name.

Frame

1. “I quite like myself, I guess. I don’t really think about it, so much as I think about the day. And my mother.

Mother says our family is the greatest, bestest family in all the world. Can you believe it? In the world!! How lucky is that! I’m very grateful.”

She’s grinning ear-to-ear, by the way.

2. “I had a wonderful childhood. Mother would read stories to me and my siblings before bed. Father would play with us in the garden while Mother worked….. One thing I never understood is: Most everyone has called me ‘odd’ since I was very little. Usually when I would go run off with the other girls…………….

But beyond that, our life has always been so exciting to me. My brother gets to be a godly* someday! He’ll get married to someone pretty from far away, and eat at the end of the table instead of the side.

He could take up any land he sees and it would all be his—He doesn’t really like land so much, but he could do it! Even if all he wants to do is just look at it for a little while! And he could declare war with anyone who sets foot on it!

It all sounds so charming.”

* “Godly” is a title given to the one who sits on the throne, per the belief that their family line is—and by extension, they are—appointed by a god.

And not every adult refers to Frame as “odd”. Her parents certainly do.

3. “I’m proud to be born into this family. It’s really such an honor. Our castle is beautiful, my entire family is beautiful, I’m beautiful—very happy about that.

But even all our citizens are beautiful! Everyone I see, I just want to stare at them………….. just look at them, you know? Especially other girls, they’re ever so pretty. I wish I didn’t have to blink so I could look without stopping, but I do have to blink, so I can’t do that. I also have to look away once in a while, otherwise people become a bit shaken up.”

She was staring during the pause, to demonstrate. Her eyes are typically opened “as wide as the laws of this world will permit”, as her mother puts it.

This! Was! Very fun. I will be softly tagging @thevioletdaffodil @spideronthesun @apolline-lucy @calamityeden @cruelflesh @unrepentantcheeseaddict and anyone else who wants to try their hand!

Your questions:

1. What tempts you?

2. What environment would you/do you tend to thrive in?

3. What is your most closely-held belief?

#writeblr #writing #writers #authors #fantasy #ocs #oc #oc questions #oc questionnaire

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Chapter one Chapter ten My master list

Title: Chapter nine

Word Count: 927

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

Welcome to Rolling Stone! We’ve all been really excited to finally get you guys here!

Eddie: Thank you for having us!

Robin: This is amazing, I’ve read Rolling Stone for so long, so it’s awesome to have our own interview in here.

Steve: Thank you for this.

Chrissy: Such an amazing opportunity, thank you for having us.

From playing in a garage to selling out Madison Square Garden in just over 18 months, that’s quite something. How does it feel?

Steve: It’s insane how quickly this has all happened. It’s been a whirlwind. I feel like we’ve come so far and I’m incredibly proud of us all for it.

Chrissy: It started as just something fun for us to do a couple of times a week and then we started playing more and more gigs and I’m thinking “holy shit this could actually go somewhere” and now I’m about to play a sold out MSG with 3 of my best friends.

Robin: It feels surreal that this is happening to us, and so quickly.

Eddie: Little 10-year-old me is screaming at this. I dreamed of this for so long so for it to be finally happening is immense.

Are you all excited?

Eddie: I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited over anything in my life.

Steve: I just can’t wait to get out on that stage. It’s going to be amazing.

Robin: I’ve got so much nervous energy I don’t think I’ve stopped moving since we found out. I’m just ready to take it on now.

Chrissy: The most excited! I’ve not stopped talking about it to everyone who’ll listen to me. I’ve got us all special outfits and everything.

How did the band get together?

Chrissy: Me and Robin got talking and had the idea to start playing together.

Eddie: Then Chrissy came to me with the idea of starting a band when we were writing one evening.

Steve: Robin asked me to join seeing as they didn’t know any other drummers and that’s how The Spitfires came to be.

Now rumour has it that there are two couples in the band, can anyone confirm?

Eddie: Okay, so I’ve actually been dying to talk about this. We’ve discussed this as a band and how to approach these rumours we’ve been seeing. I am actually in a very happy relationship with our ridiculously attractive and talented drummer. We’ve been together for a few months and it’s going really well. He’s certainly a keeper.

Whilst he’s saying all of this Eddie is looking at Steve with the fondest expression on his face, mirrored by Steve himself. It’s clear these two are IT.

Robin: And me and Chrissy have been together since the band started basically. I mean, look at her, how did I of all people get to say such a thing of beauty is my girlfriend?

How did that happen?

Chrissy: So I was a cheerleader, Robin was in band and I sat next to her on the bus to an away basketball game, we got talking, I asked her on a date, and it just went from there.

Eddie: Mine and Steve’s story is a lot less PG than that, I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to print it so we’ll leave it there.

Your self-titled album is getting rave reviews from across the board, talk us through the process.

Robin: It actually happened kinda quickly. We’d been speaking about an album for a while but never really knew how we would go about getting it done.

Chrissy: Then my mom [“We love you, Rach” is shouted by Munson.] just booked us a studio and that forced our hand basically.

Steve: Eds called in a favor from someone we went to school with and we suddenly had a producer for the album too.

Eddie: A load of practice and a few very late nights later, it was ready. We can't believe how well it's been received if I'm honest. It's like wow.

Can we expect another one in the near future?

Steve: Oh, absolutely! We've been talking about it. We want to get this tour finished and take a couple weeks vacation before we hit the studio, but it is written and we are working on the songs so worry not.

Eddie: Not to give any spoilers, but it’s going to be better than our first.

Robin: It’s going to have a different feel to our first that’s for certain.

You must have been really busy these last couple of years, has such a busy schedule left you with a lot of time for relaxing?

Eddie: Not really no. Between the band, gigs, and working until recently, there hasn’t been a lot of time for fun.

Steve: Yeah it’s probably a really good job we’re all in relationships with each other, it means we can actually see our partners.

Robin: We try our hardest to relax but it can be difficult.

Chrissy: We wouldn’t change a thing though, it’s been a wild ride.

Eddie: Oh yeah, I’d do it again in a heartbeat, especially with my Stevie by my side.

So, what’s next for The Spitfires?

Eddie: World domination, obviously. [Munson cackles.]

Chrissy: We want to continue what we’ve been doing. Selling out venues and getting our music out there for everyone to hear.

Robin: Some time off for sure! But yeah, maybe a stadium tour next! That would be so cool.

Check out The Spitfires self titled album out now, read the next issue for a review of the Madison Square Garden show.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #buckingham #smut #tw smut #tw alcohol

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART TEN)

notes: all creds for the 4th photo go to @/sholden43 on twitter! also, i can’t remember who took the 7th photo, or even if it’s from the CBJ game but it was in my camera roll amongst the pics from that game so i’m just assuming it is. if it’s your photo or you know who took it, please let me know so i can give creds!

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next: eleven

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y/ndevils00 wassup?! welcome back to my postgame appreciation post! we’re switching things up and trying something a little bit different recently, we’re scrapping the full recaps and making some adjustments!

as usual, i’m so proud of my boys! they won tonight’s game against the Blue Jackets with a SEVEN goal lead! making the end score 8-1!

we had six different goal scorers tonight, and i’m so proud of all of them, but i’d like to focus on a few people in specific!

you’ll notice there are a couple pictures of my best friends thrown in there! best friend number 2 was the third star of the game after earning THREE assists tonight! i told him to do better, AND HE DID. so very proud of you maraschino cherry 🫶

best friend number 1 didn’t actually do anything, but look how pretty he looked :) he got some head pats for that!

the OG swiss, our captain, mr. “fucking pussy” himself, fought tonight! and i couldn’t be happier! he was repeatedly cross checked by billy sweezey (i am under his bed.) and nico had ENOUGH! i loved every second of that fight. and STILL we ended up with the power play 😈

and finally the first star of the game, the first star in my heart: JACK ROWDEN HUGHES! my pretty boy had TWO goals tonight AND TWO assists! he’s had the most amazing season and i couldn’t be more proud of him! can’t wait to get home ;)

tagged jackhughes, dawson1417, nicohischier and john.marino97

john.marino97 did you drink tonight? you actually said you’re proud of me!

y/ndevils00 i had approximately two (2) drinks tonight! i am ✨mostly✨ sober

john.marino97 mostly?

y/ndevils00 kinda. i am KINDA sober.

dawson1417 i love your head pats! thank you bff number 3!

y/ndevils00 i’m glad because they’re given with love!

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 DAWSON’S are given with love, mine usually seem pretty passive aggressive

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 shut it, wench

user09 i’m still wondering how long y/n and jack have been dating because we got a random hard launch but they live together and have a cat together

jackhughes thank you, my love! a bit cheesy but i’m thankful nonetheless!

y/ndevils00 was it the “first star in my heart”?

jackhughes it was the “first star in my heart”.

y/ndevils00 damn

nicohischier thank you? but was the third “nickname” really necessary?

y/ndevils00 extremely

nicohischier i think i have to disagree

y/ndevils00 good thing you don’t get paid for thinking 🥰

user27 was that… an innuendo at the end?

user35 you must be new here, yeah she’s done it before and i’m sure she’ll do it again

jesperbratt happy for all of them! 😁

y/ndevils00 i wanna protect you with my life

jesperbratt okay!

ryangraves27 do i get another feature next post?

y/ndevils00 we’ll see! 💵

ryangraves27 you wouldn’t REALLY make me pay

dawson1417 yes she would

jackhughes yes she would.

trevorzegras yes she would

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you’ve never even been on a devils post, how would you know?

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 because i know YOU and i know you’re a witch and would definitely make people pay you.

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you are the human equivalent of a rock in my shoe.

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #john marino #dawson mercer #nico hischier #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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im-not-the-one-youre-looking-for · 7 months

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8 TV Shows to Get to Know Me

Not in any order other than when I thought of them. Tagged by @batmantaking-hobbits2gallifrey

1. North and South - BBC Miniseries I kid you not I’m probably approaching the 50th time watching this. My mom and I always watched it if one of us were sick and in the last few years my youngest sister has joined us in the tradition.

2. Star Wars the Clone Wars The show of my childhood. We watched this RELIGIOUSLY and I still hold it as some of my favorite Star Wars content.

3. Phineas and Ferb The other show of my childhood. I think this one shaped my sense of humor. Every joke is just spot on.

4. The Good Place I don’t watch much modern television but this show surprised me. So much heart and so much humor.

5. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood The story of all stories in my heart. Hilariously enough I’ve never actually finished it. Every time I get to the final arc I get impatient and go read the ending cause I can read faster than the show goes 😂.

6. Emma - BBC Miniseries I love Pride and Prejudice but Emma is my Austen story. It’s messy and people are so flawed but without being as strongly satirical as they are in P&P.

7. Star Trek: The Next Generation This is the Star Trek show that makes me most proud of humanity. I deeply, deeply love how determined it is in its dedication toward a better world, a happier ending. It asks questions regarding personhood, communication, racism, and always the answer gives me hope for my species.

8. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine And this is the Star Trek that embraces the messy and dark side of any civilization. Garak and his lies, the tensions between Bajorans and Cardassians, Sisco and his sometimes… unique solutions - everything in a way rejects the utopia of Next Generation and tells a damn good story.

@ihaveonlymydreams I know you don’t watch much tv but I’m sure you have anime. @soldier-poet-king anything I should be watching?

#tag game

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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter eleven

table of contents | talk to me & join the tag list | the playlist

December 8th, 2018

O’Halloran’s was exactly the place you expected the Graduate Cinema Studies end of semester party to be held. December had hit the city in full force--Christmas lights strung up behind the bar when Sophie smiled and turned around with your drink in hand.

“You just let me know when you wanna go over there,” she smiled, handing your drink over before knocking hers against it. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you said, a sip before Max clicked his phone off and put it in his pocket.

“Where are we going?”

“Over to the booth where Sudeikis is,” Sophie smirked.

“We’re not,” you said quickly. “I told you guys--it might be over.”

“Respectfully,” Max began, still sipping a glass of red wine. It’s winter now, he’d said with a smile when you’d all walked in. It’s pinot noir season. “I don’t believe you that it might be over.”

“Just because nothing’s happened in a few weeks doesn’t mean it’s over,” Sophie agreed.

“I know,” you shrugged. “But it’s felt weird ever since the Jennie thing. And we’ve been so busy at work with the script and the fact that we actually finished on time is insane.”

“When do you guys hand it in again?” Naomi asked.

“Well, I guess Jason handed in everything up until episode seven just for fun--so eight, nine, and ten are due before Christmas.”

“I cannot believe you’re writing on a TV show,” Sophie smiled. “Our little best friend is so legit,” she smiled at Max and Naomi.

They’d been plenty proud of you, plenty excited to celebrate your wins and let you pout about Jason when needed. Which is why, tonight of all nights, a night where you should be able to just get slightly wasted with your cohort in celebration of another semester down, one to go, was not the night to talk about Jason.

“We’ve all accomplished a lot this semester,” you shifted focus.

“Speaking of,” Naomi said with a smile, her eyes fluttered between the three of you. “I actually wanted to let you guys know that I submitted a film to a student showcase at Cannes.”

“What?” You reached and held onto her wrist. “Naomi--are you kidding? That’s amazing!”

“Why are we just hearing about this now?” Max asked with a smile, he wrapped his arm around her when Sophie’s mouth hung open in shock.

“Did you already win every award? Cause you’re so fucking talented?”

“No, no,” Naomi laughed at your friend. “I talked with Laurie about it and she really loved a project I did with my internship this semester and I kind of figured--you know--why not? Worst case scenario I don’t get picked. Not a huge deal.”

“Was it the doc you did on Black neighborhoods in New York and the impacts of gentrification? The one that blew everyone away?” Max nodded, knowing the answer to his own question.

Naomi’s documentary had blown everyone away. She smiled and nodded, slightly uncomfortable being the center of attention but still beaming. Max took off to get her another drink, there’s so much to celebrate!

You greeted other classmates and chatted with your friends about holiday plans. Traveling, time off, people were just excited to leave the city for more than a few hours. You were excited to visit family back home, but you also knew that the NBC Internship only granted you two weeks off for Christmas and New Year’s.

So you’d return to New York much sooner than everyone else, back to your tiny apartment and your subway rides to midtown.

O’Halloran’s was packed with people from your department. Professors and adjuncts, clubs and cliques that mingled in the basement bar only two blocks from campus. Eventually, Jason and Will found their way into your circle when Max and another classmate, Hannah, joked with Naomi about her Cannes submission.

“You’ll have stress dreams until you hear back,” Max nodded confidently. “Nightmares, honestly.”

“You’ll probably dream that they’ll show the wrong film to all of those people. Your worst film ever,” Hannah smiled.

Naomi giggled but winced at the thought.

“You submitted something to Cannes?” Jason asked her with a smile. “Naomi, that's super awesome.”

“Thanks,” she smiled up at him. “Yeah--I just submitted so who knows when I’ll hear back.”

“How’s it feel to have such a successful bunch of students?” Sophie pushed her glass towards his, taking a sip when she smiled up at him.

“Yeah--no, you guys are definitely something,” he nodded. “Setting a high bar for the department.”

“What are they doing?” Will asked, another beer for he and Jason when he came back from the bar.

“We’re just amazing,” Sophie shrugged at Will. “Impressive, dedicated, talented--”

“Humble,” you teased your friend. Jason laughed and caught your eye for a second.

You wondered what he thought of the space between you. Not just the few feet inside O'Halloran's, but the metaphorical step back that both of you had taken. Did he notice? Did he care?

You would have turned to him, asked how he was doing or what he’d been up to lately--but his eyebrows were furrowed when he looked down at his phone, after a second he looked up at you and said quietly: “NBC’s ordering full production of season one.”

You blinked a few times, sure you hadn’t heard him right over the laughter in the bar and the thump of the music that sputtered through old speakers overhead. “What?”

“Charlie Hanson--the guy who hired me--just emailed,” he flipped his phone around and showed you the words.

We’re loving the script, full production, ten episodes, next year--contracts to start on season two.

You held his hands in yours to steady his phone, read it three times and ignored the way your heartbeat climbed at the feeling of his skin against yours. You looked up at him quickly, he smiled and waited for you to say something.

“Holy fucking shit.”

“Holy fucking shit,” he nodded. “I uh--should I text everyone?”

“Yes!”

Now Sophie and Max were aware that something was happening. The other conversations seemed to die down and they all turned to see what had you and Jason so excited.

“We get to keep our jobs,” Jason looked up at Will, who looked down at you.

“The show you’re writing?”

“NBC wants full production starting next year,” you smiled.

“Holy shit!” Sophie smiled, reaching forward to hug you. Max and Naomi did too, Jason snuck away from the group and typed on his phone. You let Will get you another drink, laughed when Max said he’d audition for a role just to get the up close and personal experience of your script.

After another few minutes Jason returned, his text came through on your phone and the group chat lit up with excitement. Emojis and gifs and confetti that splashed onto your screen brought a smile to your face.

But he stood with Will and Jesse and then Laurie came by and congratulated Naomi on her submission. He didn’t come back over to you and when the bar started to thin out you let your eyes scan the room.

“Are you looking for me?” His voice was behind you, he scribbled on a receipt on the bar, handed it back to the bartender before he smiled.

“No,” you lied. “Sophie--but--if I know her she’s outside smoking a joint with Max already.”

He laughed at that, put his credit card back in his wallet and then slid it into his pocket.

“Are you heading out?”

“I am,” he nodded. “It’s almost midnight and while you guys are all young enough to go to another bar, I don’t have that in me anymore.”

You smiled, wondered for a second what he’d say if you asked him to come home with you.

“But--uh--congrats, obviously, with the script!”

“You too!”

“We’ve got our hands full now--I’m sure we’ll get more info from Charlie. Talk more about contracts and stuff for season two.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, disappointed that he’d chosen to reroute the conversation towards work rather than play.

“And, we can talk more about this, but--I can talk with them about paying you. You’re part of the team and it’s not fair for you to not get a contract for another season. So, yeah.”

“Oh,” you said, caught off guard a little. “Yeah--that’s great, I appreciate that.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “But--yeah--I don’t want to keep you from Max and Sophie and--the joint, honestly.”

You laughed at his joke, nodded up at him. “I’ll see you next week?”

He nodded slowly, looked like he had something else to say. But then he just smiled. “You will.”

December 15th, 2018

Lower Manhattan buzzed on a Wednesday night later that month when you stepped into the warm reprieve of a quiet Starbucks near campus.

A latte on your way home from your internship before a once-monthly club meeting--one that mostly consisted of coffee and gossip instead of watching and reviewing a classic film.

You’d spent the day as a writers assistant on the other show you’d been assigned to. You enjoyed the people you were with but it was no secret that your days with Jason’s writers room were preferred.

You stood in line for a second, scanned the room when you noticed a face in the corner. Will—professor Will—with someone who looked a lot like Jason from behind.

You leaned to the left, tried to sneak a peek. He moved, turned slightly to the right and you shirked behind the man in front of you.

Shit. It was him. Will would recognize you and Jason definitely would. Which meant the best option was to stop over and say hi.

You ordered and then did it, walked up as Jason lifted his palms.

“--with Y/N, but that’s what I told her, obviously. She’s stubborn.”

“Have you ever—“

“Hi,” you cut Will off awkwardly, they both turned and smiled. The looks in their eyes told you they worried you’d heard more than you had. Far enough away, enough rustling behind the counter as espresso was ground and drinks were poured.

“Hey,” Jason looked up at you, Will nodded and smiled, let his eyes dance between the two of you like he was just as curious as you were about how this would unfold.

“Sorry to interrupt, I was just saying hi.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Will finally spoke, leaned back in his chair and looked amused.

You laughed a little at him, offered an awkward grin.

“Where are you headed?” Jason asked, less nervous than Will now.

“Club meeting—coming from 30 Rock.”

“I bet it doesn’t get old saying that,” Will laughed.

“Never will,” you admitted, a nod when your name was called. They followed your sight line to the barista who pushed a cup forward in the designated pick up spot. “But, uh, I’m headed that way. Just thought I recognized the two of you hiding here in the corner.”

Jason laughed but nodded. “Yeah—I’ll talk to you later, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, a finger in his direction when you took a step back. “Tomorrow.”

You turned, sipped your latte when you turned left out the door and wondered what that was. Your name, you’d heard it. Stubborn.

Not wrong, but in what context? You probably should have been more nervous than you were. In any other circumstance you’d worry that they’d been talking negatively about you. Your fear of being annoying or young would creep in and you’d have hurried away much quicker.

But instead, you walked slowly past their window, flicked your hair over your shoulder and caught his eyes briefly through the glass.

He smiled, you kept going and the question settled in the city around you: was this more than sex?

The next week Jason’s boss came for a meeting with the whole writer’s room. Questions were answered about production and contract delivery dates and Dan pulled a bottle of champagne from the mini fridge when Charlie said it was time to celebrate.

There were higher ups you didn’t even know in attendance, you clinked glasses with someone in the C-Suite and made sure to soak it all in: your first TV show. And you hadn’t even graduated.

Eventually Charlie and the other execs left, Jason told the team he wanted to have a Christmas party at his place to celebrate before the holiday break and Jennie offered to bring a veggie platter.

You packed up your laptop and Javier teased her: “Just don’t bring celery, okay? No one likes that shit.”

“I like celery,” Jennie gave him the finger but laughed, waving over her shoulder when she headed for the elevator with Dan. Jason was scanning over emails on his laptop, ignoring the farewells they called from the hallway when it was just the two of you left in the room.

You held your champagne in hand, one final sip now that your bag was over your shoulder and you were ready to go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He looked up, noticed everyone else was gone. “Yes--sorry,” he laughed. “I was just catching up on something.”

“You’re good.”

He watched you for a second, his own glass of champagne was beside his computer on the conference table. “I know we haven’t hung out in a while--I just, we’ve been busy, you know.”

Hung out. Huh. Interesting thing to call it.

“Yeah,” you nodded, waving him off like it was nothing. “No--it’s been a really wild few weeks.”

“I talked to Charlie, too--offline, I mean--about your contract. He totally agreed, said they can work something out to make sure you’re paid equally as the others. So--I’ll uh--let you know if he needs anything from you.”

“Oh, awesome, thanks.”

“And, not for nothing, but when Will and I were at the Starbucks near Luft, we--uh--we weren’t talking about like, us.”

You nodded, the corner of your mouth pulled up. “I figured. I mean--if I’m not allowed to talk to my friends about it then I figured you’re not talking to yours.”

He laughed at that, leaned back in his chair and shook his head. You could have sworn you saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “Yeah--no, I haven’t told him. Or anyone, for that matter.”

“So what brought me into the scope of conversation?”

He smiled, amused by your curiosity. “I was actually just telling him about the script and how bringing you on board was a good call.”

“Glad you still think that,” you smiled. “Seeing as now we’ve got another season to write.”

He nodded thoughtfully at that, almost like he hadn’t let himself get carried away yet in thoughts of what that meant for you two. He smirked a little when he looked up to meet your eyes. “I’m not mad about that.”

“Me neither,” you said quietly.

He watched you again for a second. He stood and closed his laptop. For a moment you contemplated stepping forward, pulling him close by his tie or feeling his tongue between your legs.

But you couldn’t read minds and the way your stomach still flipped when he smiled kind of freaked you out. He could acknowledge that it had happened now. Used a plural pronoun to refer to the sex or the sneaking around or the something. Why was he choosing now to pull back?

You smiled over your shoulder when you turned to leave. “Goodnight, Jason.”

“Goodnight,” he called.

December 20th, 2018

Late. On purpose.

His apartment was nicer than you expected. A two-bed in Brooklyn with festive lights wrapped around the fake tree in the living room. Dan was already there when you arrived, a drink in hand as he stood from the sofa to greet you. His girlfriend was also in attendance, she complimented the black skirt you wore and laughed about holiday outfits: pantyhose are the worst, glad we finally don’t have to wear them anymore.

Classic Christmas tunes hummed from a speaker and his furniture was nice--the kind a real adult has. End tables and a fireplace and hardwood floors that your grandmother would call charming.

It took everything in you to not stare too hard at the pictures he had on the walls. Women--his mom and his sister, decidedly, based on the fact that they all had the same smile.

Javier had opened the door, said Jason was somewhere inside when you hung your coat on the rack nearby.

He found you in the kitchen when you were getting a drink, hoping that the night would feel like hanging out with friends. “Hey,” he said. “I didn’t see you come in.”

“Just got here,” you smiled. “Javier found me standing at the door.”

“Outside?” He looked you up and down, didn’t hide the way his eyes sweeped your figure when his brows arched.

“I had a jacket,” you said. It’s not like your blouse had that deep of a neckline, but you were also glad he noticed.

“And now you have a drink,” he nodded.

“And now I’m gonna go talk to everyone else out there,” you nodded towards the living room and smiled.

“Good plan,” he nodded, his tone playful. “I’ll find you later.”

You laughed a little, nodded dramatically as if you were in on the joke: “I’m sure you will!”

So he eyed you for a while from across the room when you joked with Dan’s girlfriend about being the only intern. Victoria was friendly and smiled when Jennie joined the two of you by the tree.

Jennie asked about holiday plans and empathized with your disdain for the upcoming travel. She sipped a martini but managed to trap you in a hallway as you returned from the bathroom later in the evening.

“Hey,” she cooed, an arm around your shoulders as she fell into step with you. “I wanted to chat with you for a second.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You offered a small smile, confused by the way she suddenly acted like your closest pal.

“I might be totally crazy, but, uh—I just wanted to ask you—there’s nothing going on between you and Jason, right?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, a quick but awkward laugh when your brain panicked. Deny, lie, shake your head or something!!!!!

“Oh my god, no!” You shook your head quickly, more laughter to really sell it.

She laughed too, nodded with you like it was all just a joke. “Okay, yeah—no, I figured! I just, I know you guys are close and I almost felt like I interrupted something on Halloween.”

“No, no,” you shook your head seriously. “You didn’t—Jennie, I’m really sorry you thought that. I was there because I was freaked out about an assignment and wanted to hand it in and get it over with. That was just me being obnoxious about school stuff.”

“No, yeah, I get it,” she nodded, still smiling like this had somehow been a moment of bonding.

You almost felt guilty for lying, for how easily she believed your story. But then she smiled a little less, almost like she was nervous and suddenly shy.

“Do you know—uh—is he seeing anyone?”

Your mouth formed an ‘o’ when your eyebrows rose, amused by the plot twist you should have seen coming.

“Oh, uh—I don’t think he is.”

“Okay—I might, I don’t know, ask him for coffee, then.”

You nodded. “Okay, yeah!”

She laughed and let you head for the bathroom, you giggled to yourself and typed a text to Jason.

Y/N L/N (9:35pm): Remind me to tell you something later.

You dried your hands on the towel, opened the door to find him on the other side.

“It’s weird to wait to use the bathroom at your own house,” he commented, a genuine nod when he shared this with you.

“I just texted you,” you laughed, a glance over his shoulder to see if the coast was clear. You tugged him inside the bathroom and shut the door.

He laughed but then looked down at you, eager to know why you needed privacy.

“I just talked to Jennie and—just, remind me to tell you about it later. I can’t tell you now.”

“What?” He frowned. “You have to tell me!”

“I can’t!” You shrugged. “It’d be weird. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

He narrowed his eyes for a second, then nodded. “Fine.”

“I promise I’ll tell you,” you nodded, hand on the door as you took a few steps backwards. He smiled down at you, the one he usually gave you before he closed the space between you.

So you went back out to the kitchen and refilled your drink, found Javier in the living room with his wife and chatted about their baby.

Eventually someone pulled out a joint, people moved towards the balcony and when you stood in the doorway, Jennie took a puff.

She handed it to Dan who took one and then handed it to you. Laughter and distraction when you brought it up to your lips.

“We’re not gonna get in trouble for supplying our intern with drugs, right?” Jennie’s laughter broke through the group, Jason turned to meet your eyes when you held your breath.

You widened your eyes at him, testing your ability to telepathically communicate. At this point in the arc of your relationship (however it would be defined), you figured he had to at least know what you were thinking a little.

He laughed, had your back: “she’s good, she’s fine!”

You exhaled the hit you’d taken, giggled a little when he winked at you in the darkness of night. Distraction again soon, more laughter as everyone went around and recounted their favorite moment in the script for season one, hugs and congratulations when Javier and his wife called for an Uber.

Everyone moved inside for another drink, but one by one coats were fetched and people waved. You looked at the clock on the wall, 12:09am.

“Well, Y/N—I know we’re going to different neighborhoods but do you want to split an uber?”

Jennie’s offer was sweet. And if you weren’t buzzed and moderately high you would have taken her up on it, probably.

Jason watched you from the kitchen as he put an appetizer in the fridge.

“I actually just called one, 8 minutes away—I’m going to a friend’s place.”

Not true. She nodded, stood from the couch and smiled. “Oh, what I’d give to be in my twenties and have the night only begin at midnight.”

Jason smirked at that to himself, you caught it but nodded to Jennie when she opened the app on her phone.

“Alright,” she said. “Well, in that case—two minutes away!”

She walked towards the front door and found her jacket, pulled it on over her sweater and smiled at both of you.

“Congratulations on all of this, guys—we’re kicking a lot of ass!”

“We are,” Jason agreed.

She hesitated by the door, you watched her smile at Jason but pretended to be busy on your phone—as if you weren’t watching their interaction somewhat territorially.

“I’ll see you after the holidays.”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

She slipped out the door and waved to you over her shoulder. Once it was shut, you hurried over to the window by the couch. You had to climb onto it to get a better view, your heels dangled off the edge when you peered out and into the street.

“Dude,” you turned around and smirked at Jason.

“How high are you?” He laughed a little, a few steps towards you to follow your line of sight.

“Jennie’s into you.”

“What?” He pulled his head back in confusion. “How do you know that?”

“She cornered me near the bathroom and asked if there was something between us!”

“Us?” His brows rose on his face, a lazy finger between both of your chests when he came to stand behind you.

“Mhm,” you nodded but turned to look out the window again. You watched her slide into the backseat of a gray Toyota. “And I reassured her that there’s nothing between us and as it turns out,” you turned around now and sat on the couch, confident that she’d be speeding away from his apartment before you finished your sentence. “She wants to ask you on a date.”

He laughed now, looked down at you from his spot in the middle of his living room. You might have been under the influence, but you could tell he was smiling at you, not your story.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are we not going to acknowledge that Jennie is into you and I totally knew it.”

He shook his head, laughed at your excited tone. “So did you actually call an uber or was that your attempt to cockblock me and Jennie?”

“I was not cockblocking,” you made a face, stood from the couch and walked over to the bowl of chips that was still on the counter. “I was merely waiting for a second alone with you to give you fair warning, so you’re welcome. This is what I had to tell you earlier.”

He watched you the entire time: watched as you walked by, reached a hand for a chip and then bit into it. You shrugged, the truth spilled out into the air between you: “But I’m not actually going to a friend’s, I just didn’t want to share an uber with her and listen to her talk about you.”

“Ah,” he nodded, coming over to stand beside you at his island. “Jealousy strikes.”

You coughed at his words, swallowed your bite and stared up at him. “I’m not jealous.”

“No?” He smirked.

“No,” you said quickly, confidently. “You’re allowed to sleep with whoever you want to sleep with or date whoever you want to date and I have no thoughts on the matter,” you rambled a little.

Alright, fine, you were definitely high. And apparently this high version of you liked to lie through her teeth. You looked up at him and tried to ignore the way he smiled down at you.

“You’re baked.”

“I am,” you agreed, a laugh when he went over to the cupboard and filled a glass with water from the sink.

“Here.”

One sip. Quiet.

“Are you gonna get coffee with her?”

He smiled, leaned on the island and watched as you set it down. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “I just don’t--I’m not into her, I guess.”

“Hmm.”

He smirked up at you.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“That’d be weird,” you said honestly, the words coming out with much less of a filter than usual.

“Because you’re jealous?” He tested again.

“No,” you rolled your eyes. “I can think you’re cute and not be jealous that some woman wants to have coffee with you.”

“You think I’m cute?” He asked playfully, another glance up at you when you took another handful of chips.

“Plenty of people are cute,” you dismissed him, a roll of your eyes when you realized you’d said too much. “You’re not special.”

“Got it,” he laughed again. “Just clarifying, you know--seeing as you get incredibly wet for me whenever I touch you.”

Your heart was in your throat, the weed made everything move slower when he took a step around the island and watched you bite into another chip. You were nervous, turned on by the way he smirked at you and teased you with his words.

“And seeing as you just totally faked calling an uber to be the last one at my house.”

Caught. You swallowed, giggled a little when you shrugged, pushing yourself up to sit on his counter.

“I know how to get what I want.”

“Oh, I know,” he nodded, putting a hand on either side of your thighs, leaning closer to you. “If you weren’t good at getting what you wanted we wouldn’t be crossing so many lines.”

Okay. He was high too. Or drunk, or something. You kept your eyes on his for a moment. There was no way that he was sober after what you counted to be three drinks and two hits. And he certainly wouldn’t be casually acknowledging the lines crossed, if he wasn’t, right?

“Speaking of that, by the way--”

“Us having sex?”

“Yeah,” he laughed at your bluntness.

At least now you could say it outloud.

“I’m sorry that I kind of--I don’t know--pulled back after Halloween. I just--I could tell you were upset and I’ve been stressed with the script and work and…just the whole time in general about accidentally making you uncomfortable at all because this is so--”

He dropped your gaze, looked down at the floor when he searched for the word.

“Risky?”

He let a huff of air out through his nose, amused at your word choice when he looked up at you. “Yeah.”

“You mean sleeping with a student isn’t all fun and games?”

“I mean, most of it is,” he flirted. “But it’s also hard to figure out which lines can be crossed and which ones can’t.”

“I see,” you nodded. “Ground rules. Right. What do you think they should be?”

He chuckled a little at that, pushed his lips out in thought and let his head sway from side to side. You tried to not be turned on.

“Well, if we can help ourselves, limited sex on campus.”

You giggled. “Okay.”

“We definitely need to keep acting like student and professor even if that line’s a little blurred already.”

“Yes sir,” you nodded.

He rolled his eyes at that but you kept talking.

“We’ll keep it fun, try to keep it from getting too messy.”

He smirked now, like that’s what he was hoping you’d say. “It is fun.”

You hopped off the counter, took his hand and pulled him down the hall and into his bedroom. You kissed him and giggled when he tossed your blouse across the room, pressing his lips to your skin when you crawled into bed.

“This is a nice mattress,” you said honestly, he smiled down at you when he hovered above.

“I think so too.”

You reached up and started at the top button, making your way down as you spoke.

“I wasn’t trying to cockblock,” you said. “But I see why it looks that way.”

“It looks incredibly like cockblocking,” he chided.

“I didn’t stay here tonight to get some action just like you didn’t walk me home that night to get to a blow job.”

“So you did stay here to get laid?” He smirked when you finished the last button, a subtle admission when you giggled again.

You pushed it off, reached for his belt buckle.

No noise requirements this time, meaning you were free to be as loud as you wanted when he thrusted into you. His bed creaked a little when you straddled him and held onto the headboard.

His hands reached around to hold onto your ass when you moved against him. You floated into an orgasm, comfortable and content atop the sheets when you looked over at him.

“I should go,” you said, a regretful smile when you pulled away.

“You--uh--don’t have to,” he said quickly, almost like the words tumbled out of his mouth accidentally. “I mean, if you wanted to stay—that’s fine.”

“Hmm,” you narrowed your eyes, a lilt of hesitation in your words: “So much for not crossing a line.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, a laugh before he confessed: “crossing a line was like—September.”

So you stayed.

December 25th, 2018

Dan Simons (10:42am): Merry Christmas everyone!

Jennie Whang (10:46am): Merry merry!

Y/N L/N (11:01am): Merry Christmas! Hope y’all have a great day!

Javier Perez (11:12am): Y/N with the midwestern talk! Have a great day guys, Merry Christmas!

Jason Sudeikis (11:23am): Merry Christmas!

January 3rd, 2019

To: Y/N L/N, Jennie Whang, Javier Perez, Dan Simons

From: Jason Sudeikis

Subject: return

Hi guys, happy 2019!

We’re set to head back to 30 Rock next week for brainstorms of season 2. Talked with Charlie and the others, contracts will be there for us first week and any questions can go directly to him. Let me know if you guys need anything but otherwise, looking forward to diving in on Tuesday!

Prof. Jason Sudeikis, PhD

Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch

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