#let the Great One taste another man in celebration on his last day if he wants to

[sorcerous-caress]

Taking you as their fake date to an event

[Fluff, suggustive, romance, humour, fake dating, nb!reader]

[Wyll, Gale, Shadowheart, Karlach, Rolan]

Wyll

In the aftermath of clearing the misunderstanding with his father, Wyll found himself back at the centre of attention in Baldur's Gate's circle of nobles. Everyone wanted to meet the famed blade of frontiers, for the last time they saw him was years ago before he fully matured into the man he is today.

Letter after letter were delivered to your camp. Carrier pigeons barely escaped Tara's claws as they dropped the mail on Wyll's tent and left with most of their feathers intact.

Being the son of the grand duke of Baldur's Gate turned all the heads of any sane noble with a marriage allegeable offspring. Invitation for tea parties, hunting competitions, and even balls for the sole purpose of meeting other people. Wyll's hand was slowly going numb from having to write back formal polite declining letters.

If only there was a way to stop them from the source. He'd sigh and vent to his closest of companions. But Karlach wasn't available at the moment, so he had to make do with the vampire.

"Why not just tell them you've already tied the knot with someone or whatever you humans call it?"

For once, Wyll actually considered listening to the fanged devil on his shoulder.

He approached that topic as delicately as he could when it came to convincing you, inviting you to dinner at a restaurant, waiting until after you're both filled and the lighthearted conversation slowed to bring it up.

"My friend, if I may, there is something I could use a helping hand with."

To his relief, you don't seem uncomfortable to his proposal. If anything, you nonchalantly agreed to be his fake date to the upcoming celebration.

He thanks you with a polite smile, yet for some, his heart beat faster when he pictures you holding onto his arm amongst the crowd. Your formal attire matching his suit. The fact he'd get to call you his fiancé for an evening sends an unexpected heat up to his face.

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Gale

Tara wakes him up with delight in her eyes one morning, her sing song tone of his last name is more chipper than usual.

"Mr.Dekarios, yoohoo~" she licks his face to get his sleepy eyes to focus on her, "Ms.Dekarios sends her regards, along with a mandatory summon invitation for you this weekend." Tara brings her paw up to her face, cleaning the fur and making herself even more presentable.

Before Gale gets a word in, he is interrupted by a paw smacking against his lips.

"Now now, you wouldn't break the heart of your poor old mother by rejecting her invitation when you haven't seen her in years, would you?" The soft beans against Gale's mouth hold the threat of sharp claws underneath.

Defeated and outsmarted first thing in the morning, the wizard reluctantly nods with a sight.

Deep down, he know this day would eventually come. He couldn't hide the orb and the looming threat over his life from his own mother forever, no matter how he naively hoped to find a cure before having to face her. Coming back to announce you've foolishly consumed untamed magic of chaos isn't the most popular mother's day gift.

But maybe, just maybe he doesn't have to let her know yet. If he could find a distraction.

And lucky for him, the perfect distraction was currently standing outside his open tent, rubbing Tara's belly as she purrs and leans into their arms more.

He devised a plan, a great list of excuses and reasons to sell you the idea of why you should go along with his plan of deception, even prepared a bribe if push came to shove.

Well, two bribes, actually. The first one was the massive breakfast prepared and catered specifically for your taste.

Scurrying to sit in the chair next to you before Halsin could, Gale ignored the cofused look the druid gave him before sitting down at another chair.

Either he was too easy to read, or you've picked up on his pattern of gifts and act of service whenever he has a request. Because he only had to hint at the upcoming home visit before you Blatantly stated that you're willing to go as his date.

"Well...this was certainly much easier than I expected. In fact I've deviced a much more elaborate argument and explanation for when you'd initially refuse."

"Why would I ever refuse Gale?"

You gently caressed the side of his face, wiping a small crumb of bread away from his lips before taking your hand back.

"I...well, uhm. You." With a flustered look, Gale wasn't sure how to respond. Did he remember to comb his morning hair? Oh god, wait, is he still in his pyjamas? Does he even look half presentable right now?

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Shadowheart

A Selunite introduction party, as her parents explained. She never had the afterparty of her ceremony after the woods passage trial, and her mother really wanted her to see her adorned in the moon maiden silvery dress and white flowers.

How could she say no? Shadowheart only wished for both of their happiness, to make up for lost time as much as she could.

While her father never pressured her, knowing he still has plenty of time with her, her mother wasn't offered the same courtsy by life. So he encouraged Shadowheart to bring someone dear to her maybe, just to reassure her mother that she has a loved one, you know how humans tend to get about finding your soulmate and all of that.

But she felt lost. Was there really someone she could call a soulmate?

Your words echo in her mind, how you gently persuaded her into lowering her weapon. The night orchid you've given her is still kept safely in her journal, tucked away between the soft pages to preserve the petals forever.

What if you don't share her feelings? What if she is just another lost soul that has grown attached to you after you saved them. Afterall, you did end up risking blowing your cover when saving that drow women at moonrise tower.

Minthara's respect for you was nothing to scoff at. What's a cleric's faith when compared to a paladin's devotion?

Yet she still took a chance, a leap of faith for you.

One night before the two of you retreated to your own beds, she stopped you for a short conversation. Reluctance in her voice as she lowered her face and looked up at you, eyes glistening under the moonlight.

She explained her situation, her party for her coming of age ceremony that was long postponed, how she wished for you to accompany her as her date.

"Please, indulge me this once. And we can pretend it never happened afterwards...if that's what you wish." The words pained her to say, but the relief that followed at your acceptance made all the pain worth it.

She isn't sure where your heart lays, but for a day, it will be hers. Her faith will guide her, the faith that maybe one day, you too will return her feelings.

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Karlach

She was nervously walking back and forth outside your tent just after dinner, unsure of how to approach you or even mention the topic.

Her tail aggiated and is switching between curling around her leg and lashing at the ground below. Karlach didn't bury her emotions as the engine in her chest glowed more and more, matching the redness of the sunset in the horizon.

Really, what was she thinking? Agreeing to the double date her friends offered her. She was too excited at having finally met more people from her past, ones that didn't stab her in the back, and one thing led to another.

It's not that she ment to lie to her friends...it was just hard to tell them that even after all these years, she still doesn't have someone to call her own. It felt embarrassing to admit how alone she was, how touch starved and repressed she felt.

Not to mention how every single one of her friends had already found someone. Most of them were married and the other half on their way to get married.

She didn't think they'd make a big deal out of it when she off-handedly mentioned that she was seeing someone, a simple white lie with no harm done. She thought they'd just be happy for her and move on.

But no, instead, it was as if she grew a second head right then and there. Everyone was so excited to meet her so-called partner.

And so she found herself like this, strolling around your tent like a loser, attempting to muster up the dignity to ask you to pretend to be her partner for tomorrow.

Only when bumped into something and lost her balance did she realise who stood in front of her.

Karlach's body pinned you to the ground with ease, even unintentionally her muscles could easily cage you on. Her skin hot against yours, she lifted her head and your faces were mere inches apart.

You didn't miss the way her eyes glances at your lips, the way her cheeks darkned when you licked them. The heacy of swallow afterwards before her lips twitched into a polite smile.

With a quick apology, she helped you up.

"Say soldier, have you ever played pretend before? You know that game that kids play." Very smooth Karlach, she thought to herself. "Uh...do you think the two of us can maybe play it tomorrow? Haha...ha."

You asked what she meant.

"I kinda of...well, I told my friends that I was already seeing someone so. Could you be that person? I'll pay you back tenfolds, I promise."

"Of course Karlach, anything you want." Accepting the awkward fistbump she offered you, in return you gave her a hug that lingered for more time than it should.

"Cool cool, great. I'll pick you up tomorrow?" Her tail was swishing excitedly behind her, a confident smile on her face as bright as the sun.

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Rolan

He will show them, he thought, he will show his spoiled bratty siblings that he isn't as uptight and "scares away all suitors" as they claimed!

I mean, have you seen him? He is a very talented and capable wizard, how is it his fault that other people are far too dim and slow to realise how much of a catch he is, how his talent more than makes up for his sometimes bitter personality.

Lia was bragging again about the cute bard she managed to ask out, her third date this week. Rolan swears she is mentioning within earshot if him intentionally, hell even Cal gets the occasional longing stares at any tavren they go to.

Rolan isn't less than them and he will prove it. He just well...hasn't put himself out there yet, so what if he has zero experience with dating and romance? He is a fast learner, he is very confident in his ability to become an excellent lover in to time.

A day goes by, then two and three. Suddenly it's been a full week and he haven't had a speck of luck when it came to romancing someone. It's almost as if any person he approaches immediately loses interest the second he opens his mouth.

He is getting desperate, he can't let Lia know about this. She will never ever let him live it down.

So when you find him in the elfsong tavren, sitting alone on a table nursing on his drink with his tail curled around his leg. You stare at him long enough to catch his interest.

He recognises you immediately, you could see the cogs turning in his alcohol clouded mind.

"You, come here." He yells the order across the tavren, catching himself afterwards and clearing his thraot to lessen the embarrassment of the situation. Still his eyes begged you to approch him.

And you did, walking to his table and sitting down. After all your companions were still sleeping upstairs so what's the harm in indulging one drunk grumpy tiefling when you were supposed to be on a supply run.

Rolan orders you a drink too, his treats, he says without meeting your eyes.

And just as you take a sip, he lays it on you bluntly.

"From now on, I'm your boyfriend."

You choke on your drink, it takes him a moment to register the way he phrased his question.

Clearing his throat again, he refuses to meet your eyes as a blush colours his cheek. "No not like this, don't get the wrong idea."

Now you're sitting there, confused as the waiter brings you a towel to wipe down the drink you spilled on yourself. You thank them and take it, giving Rolan enough time to attempt to compose himself.

"I know i haven't made the best of impressions on you." He finally speaks up, "but I need you." His voice is more honest, a hint of vulnerability, "your help I mean. Lia and Cal, I want to prove them wrong."

His glossy eyes meet yours, the alcohol loosened his tongue.

"I'm not unlovable." He whipsers, "I'm not going to beg for a chance, I just need your cooperation for a day or two, just to shut them up."

Your hand goes above the table, wrapping around his own fist softly. "I understand, it's okay." You give it a light squeeze, "you don't have to explain yourself."

Somehow, your few words helped relieve his heart from its burden more than this whole night of drinking ever could.

#♡Wyll #♡Gale #♡Shart #♡Karlach #♡Rolan #wyll x reader #gale x reader #shart x reader #karlach x reader #rolan x reader #fluff #romance #fake dating #♡fluff #♡fake dating #bg3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #Tara #shadowheart x reader

[spamgyu]

the apartment we won't share // jeonghan one shot

DESCRIPTION: Jeonghan had only broken his promise to you once and he swore to himself he would never put you through that again, even if it meant promising to watch you walk in to another man's arms. PARING: Jeonghan x Reader GENRE: Angst NOTE: Took inspiration from Wooshik and his attendance at his ex's wedding. You have been warned. hehe

Highly recommend listening to the following while you read: the apartment we won't share - niki oceans & engines - niki alright bye enjoy! xx

Adjusting his hair in front of the mirror one last time, Jeonghan let out a puff of air – trying his best to shake away his nerves.

He had been preparing himself for this day for years now, keeping his promise to you that he would not miss out on attending one of the biggest days of your life. Though, he had always thought that when this day rolled around, it would be just like any other celebration – as if he was just attending yet another wedding of his friend's.

And it was; you were his friend.

A friend who he once knew better than himself; now only settling for the updates he would receive every few months, or through your social media posts.

A friend he had once loved entirely, promising you of forever that he had unfortunately had to take back after three years of pure bliss.

A friend who willingly let him pursue his dream, cutting him loose from the ties of a relationship.

The two of you were far too young at the time, both with a promising future that awaited for either one of you. It would have been a stupid decision to try to make a relationship, that was clearly set up to fail, work – with his idol career taking off and your acceptance into law school.

You two may have been young, but not foolish – there was no second guessing that the end had come that random winter night. It was far better ending it while the two of you still had so much love for one another; rather than waiting for the relationship you two had cherished so dearly to implode on itself.

"You're going to meet a great guy one day, Y/n." Jeonghan sniffled, using his thumb to wipe the tear that had fallen from your eye. "And I hope– I hope that one day, I'll be there to see you marry him." "It's not going to hurt?" Your lips quivered; unable to fathom the idea of standing at the end of the aisle with anyone else but him. He shook his head. "I'll be your number one fan." Jeonghan knew it was going to hurt, but what was he to do? The universe didn't write for your story to have any further chapters. Your love story was short, but it was sweet and it will forever be something he would hold near and dear to his heart. The end had come and it was done out of love and respect. "I'll do the same for you too, you know – all the milestones, I'll be there. I promise." "I don't doubt it."

You never did break your promise – attending all the big events in his life. Their first stadium concert, their first day of sold out dome tours across the sea, their first show in the western hemisphere; there wasn't a single one you missed.

In the midst of the crowd of unrecognizable faces, he was always able to pick yours out; cheering loudly for him and his found family.

Just as all their other close family and friends.

Because that was what you were; a friend.

Just as you were there to celebrate him, Jeonghan had been there when you had passed the bar, when you became partner at the firm you had met your future husband, and more importantly... he was there to celebrate your engagement.

He remembered the sour taste that lingered in his mouth as he tired his best to swallow the drink he babysat in his hand; watching you mingle with the family he had come to know in the years he had been in your life.

Jeonghan remembered crying in the arms of his roommate that night as reality had set in – five years too late.

It wasn't like he had plans to rekindle the fire that once burned so passionately between the two of you, but god did it hurt.

He swore he was over it – he had to be. You two were nothing but a memory in each other's lifetime; there was no going back to change the painful fate that your story faced.

But Jeonghan was also human and he couldn't help but grieve the 'what if's'; blaming not only himself but the universe for having meeting you a little too early in his life.

Because if truth be told, if you had come into his life now, there was no way he would have let you go. He now had reached a level of maturity and fame where he was able to protect you from the outside forces he once couldn't imagine putting you through.

"Ready?" Seungkwan popped his head into the doorway.

Smoothing out his blazer, Jeonghan turned to his roommate with a tight lipped smile. "Let's get this over with."

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Bringing his hand up to knock on the wooden door, Jeonghan chewed on his bottom lip as he heard the rustling sound – it was only a matter of seconds before he would see you, his heart unable to slow down in the anticipation.

He hated that he had promised to see you before the ceremony; unable to ever tell you 'no'. He would always fulfill his promises to you, all because he had broken one all those years ago.

A gush of air had hit his face when one of your bridesmaid opened the door – yet another wave of reality hitting him.

This time it felt like he had gone under, the water swallowing his body. The second he caught you standing at the corner of the room, he felt as though he was trying to swim up to the surface – his lungs slowly filling with water at the sight of you looking beautiful in an off-white dress.

The hired make-up artist had done a wonderful job highlighting your now matured features; Jeonghan taking in how much time had changed you with each step he took. He never did spend too long looking at your pictures when he scrolled throught your instagram, not wanting the demons in his head to consume him.

It was as if he had seen you for the first time.

"You make a beautiful bride." He grinned as he stopped a few feet from you, shoving his shaky hands into his pockets.

"Thank you." You mirrored his soft smile.

The two of you held each other's gaze in silence, knowing that you weren't only thanking him for the compliment but for so much more.

You two may have drifted apart, now living in two completely different worlds, but you were still able to read him – quite well. You could see how he tried to hide the pain behind his eyes; silently sending him your apologies through yours.

Jeonghan shook his head, taking your left hand in his – his thumb brushing against the rock that sat on your ring finger. "Don't worry about me."

"Don't be stupid," You let out a scoff. "I'll always worry about you."

"Not today," He gave your hand a squeeze. "Today is about you."

"Ten minutes!" Your maid of honor announced from across the bridal suite – not just for the two of you, but for everyone else who had been lounging about, waiting for their cue.

"I should go and find a seat." Jeonghan took this announcement as his sign to bid you a farewell; his mind silently thanking the universe for giving him an out before the tears began to pool in his eyes.

"I'll see you later?"

"I'll be here until the very end of the reception." He reassured, leaning into give you a hug. He didn't care of the possibility of wrinkling the silk off shoulder dress – this was the one and only time he was allowing himself to be selfish.

It had been so long since he felt you in his arms, and for once he felt him surface the water – breathing in all the oxygen he needed for when the other waves in the horizon would hit.

You didn't quite fit in his arms the same way you had before; he wanted to dismiss it as maybe it was the suit, or maybe the fact that there were eyes on the two of you. But deep down, Jeonghan knew – he knew it was because you were no longer meant to be his. You hadn't been in a long while.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

The slow tempo of the piano echoed throughout the room, signaling for all the attendees that the time had come.

Behind the large wooden doors, you were stood holding all your favorite white flowers, a lace trimmed veil sitting perfectly atop your head – ready to take your next few steps into your new future.

As the two venue planners pulled the door open to reveal you, Jeonghan saw the ten foot wave in the distance – bracing himself for impact as he waited for the voice of hired singer to fill the air.

Your cue to begin your walk down the aisle.

Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help, Falling in love with you.

There was that wave.

Stumbling back where he stood, Jeonghan allowed for the water to drag him down with each step you took. All the pain he had overcome when he had first grieved the end of your relationship had come back again – only this time, images of what could have been began to flash before his eyes.

The house you two would never purchase, the daughter you two had once jokingly picked out a name for, the ring he never picked out, the dog you two had dreamt of adopting – they all stood dry at the sand while the waves continued to crash against him.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

You were now half way down the aisle, your eyes remaining trained on the man who waited at the end with tears flowing quickly down his face – except unlike Jeonghan's tears, his were out of pure happiness.

Jeonghan wanted to look away; hell, he wanted to make a run for it – but he couldn't.

He promised.

He had broken his promise before, and he had regretted this since – he didn't want to break another.

Even if it pained him.

As you reached the very end of the aisle, he felt his body hit the sea floor – no longer fighting for a chance to hit the water's surface.

There was no reason to.

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[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

Inconceivable (Princess Bride AU)

Part I: A Kissing Story

Westeros has been at peace for nearly a year, and a wedding has been planned to celebrate the anniversary. King Jacaerys will marry his aunt, the only surviving child of the Greens, and unite both Targaryen bloodlines at last. It is a fairy tale ending, but this is no ordinary fairy tale...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister!reader (third person, no use of Y/N), side Jacaerys x reader

Warnings: Angst, grief, forced marriage

Point of View: Limited third person omniscient

Author's Note: Nothing like watching an old classic movie to revive the writing inspiration, huh?

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Part I: A Kissing Story

“The princess was raised in a great castle along the coast of a glimmering sea. Her favorite pastimes were riding her dragon and tormenting her older brother. His name was…” Aemond. His name was Aemond, but she couldn’t say that. She had not said it in what felt like a lifetime. Not even to their mother.

His name was Aerion. But she never called him that. Nothing gave the princess as much pleasure as ordering Aerion around. ‘Lēkia, help me brush my hair!’ she would say.

Aerion would reply, “as you wish.’ It was all he ever said to her.

One day, the princess called him into her chambers before they were to attend a ball. When he entered, she was sitting at her vanity, a necklace of sapphires set in gold laid before her. ‘Lēkia, help me with my necklace. The clasp is quite tricky.’

The clasp was not tricky, but he put it around her neck anyway, his hands lingering on her neck as they gazed into each other’s eyes through the mirror. ‘As you wish,’ Aerion said.

That day, the princess was amazed to discover that when her brother said ‘As you wish,’ what he meant was this: ‘I love you.’ And even more amazing was that night when she realized she truly loved him back.”

“Is this a kissing story?” Young Aegon’s voice shattered the spell she’d been under like a pane of glass. The young prince – her nephew – was tucked into his bed as he recovered from a mild fever.

She laughed. The boy was becoming a man now if he no longer had a taste for ‘kissing stories.’ Once, he had loved them. “I’m sorry, Aegon. I can tell another if you would prefer?”

Aegon sighed. “No, I think I just want to sleep, muña.”

“Then I shall let you sleep, trēsy.” She did not let her disappointment show until she had left her nephew’s bedchamber. She needed to tell the story, for it was the only way she could keep it alive, the only way she could remember.

So, as she returned to her rooms and was readied for bed by servants she did not trust, she silently told the story to herself.

“Aerion asked the crown for permission to marry his sister, but before they could say their vows, war befell the kingdom, and he was sent away to battle to protect their family.

‘I fear I’ll never see you again,’ the princess cried as they said their farewells.

‘Of course you will,’ he assured.

‘But what if something happens to you?’

‘Hear this now: I will always come for you.’

Through her tears, the princess asked, ‘How can you be sure?’

Aerion smiled, ‘This is true love; you think it happens every day?’

His assurance gave the princess enough bravery to watch him mount his dragon and fly away. But Aerion did not return from battle. His dragon was attacked in the Gullet by his enemies and felled. When the princess got the news that he was murdered, she went into her rooms and shut the door and for days she neither slept nor ate, swearing she would never love again.

Two years later, King’s Landing was filled as never before to hear the announcement of the great King Jacaerys’ bride-to-be.

‘My people,’ Jacaerys said, ‘three months from now, our realm will celebrate a year since peace was at last declared. On that sundown, I shall marry my dear aunt, our princess, to reunite our family and signal an end to the strife that threatened to consume us.’

The people cheered so loudly that the princess thought she might be struck deaf. But she was not, forcing her to hear every moment of their adoration. Her emptiness consumed her.

Although the law of the land gave Jacaerys the right to choose his bride, the princess did not love him. He had fought in the battle where her true love had been killed, and every time she looked at him, all she could see was a vision of her brother as he and his dragon fell into the sea.

Despite Jacaerys’ reassurance that she would grow to love him, the only joy she found was in telling her story to her little niece and nephews – the only other remaining members of her family and the only ones who would not glean the longing in her voice. For if the king or his council ever learned that she still loved her brother…”

The door thumped shut as the last of the servants left. She let out a heavy sigh, at last feeling as though she could breathe again as she finished her story, whispered into her pillow.

“She would never be allowed to tell the story again.”

-

Hundreds of miles away, a weather-worn ship rocked lazily in the docks of Lys. Its crew was scattered within the city, enjoying its many pleasures.

All but the captain.

The man known and feared throughout the world as the Dread Pirate Symeon sat alone in his quarters, silent as death. He pored over a map of the Narrow Sea, but his eye was drawn again and again to a single mark – the small three-headed dragon along the coast of Westeros—King’s Landing.

He ran a finger gloved in black leather over the mark, tapping it twice as he again pondered the words that had echoed in his mind since he heard them.

“King Jacaerys has announced his intention to marry his aunt upon the anniversary of his taking the throne and restoring peace to Westeros.”

Symeon stood so quickly that his chair toppled over, one leg splintering on impact. He did not give it a second glance before strapping a sackful of gold to his belt and storming off the ship.

One of his sailors had the misfortune to be making his way drunkenly back to the ship when the captain pulled him aside. “The ship is Marlow’s now,” he said, naming his first mate. “You will tell no one that you have seen me, or I will return and slit your throat. Understood?”

The sailor nodded, his blood sluggish with drink and fear. The captain released him, and he nearly stumbled into the sea.

When he regained his balance and looked back down the dock, the Dread Pirate Symeon was gone.

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[hopefulromances]

Could you write something for Jamie about his gf surprising him at an away match? 🫶🏻

THank you for requesting!! Super cute!!

This had to go perfect. All the time planning with Keeley to get seperate flights, separate car, all this secrecy and planning to avoid Jamie finding out any detail of the surprise.

It was Richmond's first game against Man City for the season. Last time Jamie had played against Man City it had been one of the greatest games of his career. Not only creating a beautiful assist for Colin but also scoring a solo goal himself, on a bum ankle no less.

For the first time, his mum would be coming with his stepfather, now that his father was in rehab. You were the only one who couldn't come. Or so he thought. So you had told him repeatedly.

"It would just be nice 'n all," he murmured, resting his head on your chest.

"I know, I know," you agreed, running your hands through his hair. It had gotten so long, he could almost pull it back into a ponytail. "I'm really sorry, I tried to get off."

"I know you did," he sighed. He was wrapped around you like a koala, face shoved into your chest. "Just would be nice."

And it was going to be nice. There was no way you would be missing this game.

You found Keeley at Will Call, decked out in Richmond gear, ribbons woven into your hair, Jamie's name and number on your back.

"Ah! Look at you!" Keeley shrieked as she saw you. "He is going to flip!"

"Thank you so much for all your help, Keels," You grinned and pulled her into a hug. "You're the best friend either of us could ask for."

"Alright, let's get you up to the booth."

Seeing the game from the booth was incredible. The view was perfect and there was booze within 10 ft. But the best part of the whole day was seeing Jamie play.

You'd seen him play before but everytime it took your breath away. He was always ten steps ahead of everyone else. Ten passes towards the goal that no one else was aware of. And god he looked good while doing it.

It was a stellar game, a great match ending in a 3-2 tie with Jamie scoring a beautiful goal during injury time. You'd burst out of your seat and cheered, joining the Richmond fans in the crowd in chanting his name! Jamie Tartt doo doo do do du doo!

You were there waiting for him in the hallway. There standing, hands clasped together in excitement as the lads came off the field, high on their victory. But when he saw you, the whole world stopped.

He rounded the corner, chatting with his arm around Sam when he spotted you. He froze, forcing Sam to stop as he followed Jamie gaze. You waved at him, shyly. Then he broke into the brightest grin and he bounded to wards you.

You opened your arms and let him scoop you up, spinning in circles.

"Jamie!" You cried, giggling in his arms. "You absolute genius."

He set you down just in time to pull you into a deep kiss. He was disgusting. Sweaty and gross after playing for 90 minutes on the field but, god, did he taste good.

"Thank you for coming," He breathed out. "Can't believe you're here."

"Did you really think I would miss this?" You assured him, pressing your forehead to his. "Never."

Jamie kissed you again, peppering your face with his lips. You laughed again, trying to duck away from him but you couldn't get far.

"And you look- fucking- mint- babe," he continued, pausing between each word to press another kiss to your face.

"Oi, Tartt!" Isaac called from the locker room. "Come get changed so we can fucking celebrate!"

Jamie looked over his shoulder. "I'll be right there."

He turned back to you, brushing your hair out of your face, like he still couldn't believe you were there.

"You'll come right? You're not gonna leave?" He checked, trying not to show his insecurity."

"I'm not going anywhere," you reassured him, pulling him back for one last kiss. "Now go get change, you fucking stink."

You pushed him away from you, laughing as he stumbled dramatically.

"Yes, ma'am!" He saluted you before scurrying back to the locker room, being met with cheers from the team.

Oh, god, you were glad he was yours.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #anonymous #hopefulromances requests

[tarydarrington]

The last of the Nein shuts their door for the night, and Caleb starts counting.

After one minute, Essek steals a glance at him over the top of his book. Caleb meets it with a raised eyebrow, and he retreats with a pleased smirk buried between the pages.

At five minutes, Caleb sets his own book down on the table with a stretch and a contented hum. "How is your reading?"

Essek turns the page. There is something deliberate in the way he moves his fingers that suggests he knows the way Caleb is watching. "Dull," he says mildly. "Have you made any progress on the amplification we spoke of?"

They discuss their research until the fifteen minute mark, at which point Caleb's hand finds its way atop Essek's knee. Twenty minutes, and it's traveled to his thigh. Twenty-five, and Essek begins to thread his fingers through the ends of Caleb's hair, twice as scandalous.

Twenty-nine minutes and fifty-seven seconds. Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine.

"I think it is likely our friends have settled--"

"Good."

Then Caleb climbs halfway into Essek's lap and is dragged the rest of the way, and this is what he’s been itching for all day.

“H–” is probably intended to be a hello, but Caleb kisses it out of his mouth. The little sound that replaces it is sweet enough to swallow.

"I have missed you," comes out hoarse when the two of them can bear to part long enough for words.

Essek gives him a fond hum and leans up to rest their foreheads together. "I have missed you, as well," he echoes. "Dearly."

Essek has learned to be handsy when drunk - a very intriguing development that Caleb intends to explore to the fullest. To celebrate the Mighty Nein’s reunion, they’ve all gotten into the Brenattos’ wine cellar tonight, a fact which is clear from the way Essek’s hands are straying. It has been a long time since Caleb last felt this warm.

“Hmm.”

Caleb bites back a bereft sigh as Essek pulls back. He’s wearing his thinking face - a very, very attractive one, but perhaps not the one Caleb would choose at this moment.

“Regarding the spell,” he says. “Have you considered compensating for the larger area of effect by increasing the– Caleb.”

“Hmm?” Caleb hums into the hollow of Essek’s throat.

“Are you listening?”

“Hmm.”

The sound that escapes him when Essek takes a handful of his hair and pulls until they’re eye to eye is positively obscene. The look on Essek’s face is one of fond exasperation - but notably, he doesn’t let go.

“The components.”

“Ja.”

“Have you considered increasing the quality?”

“Ja.”

“By what factor?”

Caleb manages to stumble over his words only once as he tells him. Essek clicks his tongue. He rattles off a suggestion that is certainly very clever. Later, Caleb will be happy to absorb it all in great detail; just now, it’s easier to pay attention to the clipped, deliberate way his accent shapes the words than to the meaning of the words themselves.

“Caleb.”

“Hmm, ja?”

Oh, the way Caleb has mussed Essek’s hair is evident when he shakes his head.

“You are terrible, are you aware?”

Caleb grins. “I am–” and he pauses for emphasis– “drunk.” He presses one finger to Essek’s lips–very warm, very soft, they ought to be kissed a great deal more–before he can reply. “On both the wine and the company.”

Essek is welcome to roll his eyes as dramatically as he wishes, and takes the opportunity - but there is no hiding the flush across his face.

“Fool,” he murmurs.

Caleb retracts his finger. "Oh?"

In soft apology, Essek brushes a thumb over Caleb's lower lip and chases it with a kiss.

"Bright man," he whispers on warm breath. Another kiss, less chaste this time, and it seems the spell is forgotten. "Brilliant man."

There is little else to do but kiss him back.

It goes very nicely, for a while. Hands find bare slivers of skin, shared breath mingles between them, and everything tastes vaguely of wine. At this moment, the world could be vacant save for the two of them.

Then the bottom stair creaks, and both of them snap their heads toward the stairwell where Fjord stands frozen like a child with his hand stuck in the cookie jar.

For a moment (three seconds, four, five), no one so much as breathes.

Then Fjord squeaks a whispered, "Sorry," and the tension collapses.

Somewhat surprisingly, Caleb does not find himself evicted from Essek's lap. He had imagined that, in a situation like this, the touch-shy modesty of their early courtship might shine through again. Instead, Essek’s hand stays firmly on his shoulder, gaze so imperious as to dare Fjord to say something untoward, reminding Caleb very much of a cat who has just taken a tumble from the windowsill and means to silence any witnesses.

For his part, Fjord looks as though he would rather be anywhere else.

“So sorry, I just– my throat was very dry, and I– there’s water down here. Downstairs. In the kitchen. Did not know that you two were…” He clicks his tongue twice to illustrate, then appears to regret it immediately. “I’m going to…”

He points back toward the stairs and begins edging back the way he came.

“Fjord.” Essek’s sharp voice stops him in his tracks. There’s something of the cool demeanor of the Shadowhand in the way he nods toward the kitchen. “Go and get your drink.”

Caleb will wait until Fjord is out of earshot before begging Essek to take that tone of voice with him. He is still very much in Essek's lap, however, and the amusement in Essek's eyes as they shift back to Caleb says that other parts of him are already asking.

In the kitchen, the sound of rattling glass and ceramic is followed by a muffled curse, and Essek presses a hand over his eyes.

“We should have retired to the tower.”

Caleb hooks one hand behind Essek’s neck, rubbing his thumb in what he hopes are comforting circles. For just a moment, Essek’s posture stiffens at the touch as his eyes flick to the doorway. Then, with a sigh, he relaxes. It’s lucky that Fjord is downstairs rather than Beauregard; she would never let Caleb live down the mawkish smile on his face.

“Forgive my impatience,” he murmurs.

Essek gives him a look. “I am as much at fault as you are,” he admits. With another sigh, he rakes a hand down his face. “They will all know by the end of the night, won’t they?”

“No, no!” Fjord whisper-shouts from the doorway, and Caleb’s thumb stills on Essek’s neck as they both turn to look again. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He mimes locking the corner of his mouth, then tossing the invisible key over his shoulder. To Essek’s credit, his sigh is released so slowly as to be imperceptible to anyone but Caleb.

“I, uh…” Fjord gestures toward the stairs with his water glass. “Sleep well! If you’re planning on sleeping? Don’t answer that. I don’t know why I said that. Goodnight!”

Caleb half wonders if he’s about to Far Step up the stairs in his haste. Instead, he retreats on his own two feet, leaving the two of them in silence again.

Atop deflating shoulders, Essek’s head falls forward until his forehead knocks into Caleb’s chest. Caleb pats him on the back, wondering just how thoroughly the moment has slipped away from them. He runs a finger down the bumps of Essek’s spine, leaning down closer.

“We were in the middle of something, ja?” he murmurs. His free hand finds Essek’s hair. There is a certain way of moving his fingers here that gets Essek keyed up without fail. A moment or two of that, and he ought to be–

Fjord pops his head back into the room, framed by a pair of thumbs up.

"I'm very happy for you!" he stage whispers, and away he ducks again. This time, the sound of footsteps is followed by a door clicking shut.

The silence is so deep as to buzz. He counts Essek’s breaths: slow, steady, warm.

“Well,” says Caleb. “That is thirty seconds.”

For his trouble, he receives a puff of laughter against his chest.

“Cast your tower, Widogast,” Essek says– and oh, he had certainly worked out how much Caleb enjoyed that tone. “I find that I’m short on patience.”

He straightens until their faces are no more than an inch apart, and Caleb fights down a shiver at the spark in his eyes. His wand is in his pocket, the stained glass and granite in a pouch discarded on the coffee table, the cat tucked into a pouch in his jacket.

It will take one minute.

#👋 #99% of this has been done since june and i think i'm done staring at it in my wips #critical role #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #shadowgast #mn #mine #mine:fic #caleb #essek

[ryleigh130]

Could you do something with Gaz being like a protective older brother? (Doesn't have to just be Gaz) Maybe after a mission 141 all go out for drinks and when at a bar someone 'hits on' the reader and is making them uncomfortable so the team step in?

Completely fine if not!!! <333

Have an amazing day/evening/night.

-🚁

Beers & Tears - - ryleigh130

Characters- ghost, cap. price, gaz, and soap

Word Count: 1.7k

Relationships- platonic!gaz & gn! reader, platonic!141 & gn! reader, implied! ghost/soap

Warnings- sexual harassment, alcohol, profanity, pet names, gore (mild), 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself]

Note- first fic in a while let's go! Sorry I’ve been absent for a while. I've been tied up with school but I’m back so let's get this started! As always thank you and I hope you enjoy it!

The evening started off great. You and the other members of the 141 just finished an extremely taxing mission that has left everyone a bit on edge and in need of a break. So, you and the boys decided to have a night out and enjoy a few drinks before the inevitable happens and you get assigned yet another case. 

You now sit across from Gaz and Price watching Soap trying to entice Ghost to go and dance with him. You and Gaz share a knowing look at each other as Soap practically drags Ghost off to the dance floor, all the while Ghost looks like he’d rather be anywhere else then here right now.

“You know, if anyone else other than Soap was trying to get him to dance, he wouldn’t hesitate to put them in an early grave.” Gaz rolls his eyes and gestures to the pair. Price gives him a gentle smack on the back of his head and a stern look, although you can clearly see the affection in his eyes,

“Oh leave ‘em alone you muppet! They deserve to have a good time, especially without you instigating anything” Price scolds while giving Gaz a stern look. You let out a soft chuckle and take a sip from your drink, you’re not a huge drinker but you decided today since you all were celebrating you’d have a few drinks so as not to dampen the mood. You empty the glass and go to stand up,

“Imma grab a refill, be right back” you announce to Price and Gaz, the only indication of them hearing you is Gaz waving his hand and muttering,

“Yeah, uh huh, go ahead [y/n]” before moving back to bicker with Price. Once again you roll your eyes as a gentle smile graces your face and you feel the tension of the last couple of weeks roll off your shoulders, being surrounded by the people you consider family.

You maneuver around the semi-crowded bar, muttering “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s” to anyone who you happened to bump into until you finally arrive at the bar top. You take a seat on one of the stools as you motion to get the bartender’s attention, the bartender nods at you and makes a “one moment” motion, to which you nod and play with the rim of your empty glass whilst waiting. 

Whether it be the alcohol affecting your sense of awareness or just the crowd in general, you jump in surprise when a rough, calloused hand lands on your shoulder that you haven’t seen nor heard coming. You look up and notice a tall, lanky man attached to those hands. The man was around 25-30 years in age, he was tall, thin, had black, slicked back hair, and was dressed in a tailored suit that screamed designer labels and questionable taste. He had an… odor that was hard to describe, but it made you want to puke as it hit your nostrils. Nevertheless, you give the man a polite smile and tilt your head questioningly,

“May I help you, sir?” you practically shuddered as you watched the man’s eyes darken and watch as his mouth opened in a smile that could only be described as predatory.

“Oh I should be the one asking you that” The man purrs, “Wow,” he whistles “Aren’t you a stunning little specimen” you watch out of the corner of your eye as the man shifts closer to you, like a predator trapping its prey. 

Unsure on how to react, you look desperately towards Gaz and Price, but they aren’t looking and you can't catch their eyes. You quickly search the crowd to try and find Soap and Ghost but sigh as you don’t see them anywhere. You turn back towards the man awkwardly and give a shaky, unsure grin, 

“Um… thank you? I- um- sorry but I’m just here to grab a drink before I go back to sit with my friends.” You state firmly. Almost like to prove your point, the bartender walks up to you with a friendly smile,

“Hello, what can I get for you!” you nod towards the bartender and push your empty cup towards him,

“Yes, can I get three fingers of rye?” you ask, watching the man next to you out of the corner of your eye. The bartender nods and heads off to grab your drink, meanwhile the man next to you butts in once again,

“I’m Vincent Rossi by the way, but you can call me Vince” The man, Vince, winks at you,

“What’s your name sweetheart?” you cringe at the name but before you can tell the guy to piss off the bartender comes back with your drink and sets it down. You nod thanks and reach into your wallet to pay the man, before you can though, Vince slaps down a few dollars and nods towards you,

“No need love, I’ve got it for you.” you quickly shake your head no,

“I’ve got it. Thanks” you give him an annoyed look but he just shakes his head again and insists. You finally just relent and thank Vince before turning around to go back to your table to meet up with the boys and get away from Vince. Before you can take a step away, Vince grabs your arm roughly and pulls you back,

“Woah there! Where do you think you’re going? I don’t even know your name, beautiful!” You yank your arm out of his grasp and snarl,

“Listen man, I’ve said thank you already but I’m not interested. Sorry dude.” You try to back up again but once again, Vince pulls you back, this time harder. He spits in your ear harshly,

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you realize how this works. I buy you and drink and you… help me out. If you know what I’m saying.” You push away from him harshly and slap the man across his face sending him tumbling into the bar top, not expecting the hit.

“Oh you FUCKING BITCH!” the man seethes as he rights himself and wipes away the blood running down his face with the back of his hand. A crowd gathers around you two as you back away in slight fear as Vince steps towards you with dangerous intent. Suddenly Vince charges forwards in an attempt to hit you, before you can raise your hands to defend yourself, a large figure steps in front of you and blocks the man. You look up and see Gaz absolutely SEETHING with anger. He’s holding Vince’s wrists and breathing heavily as he looks at him struggling against his grip. 

“Gaz!” you yell out in relief. Gaz turns his gaze to you and you watch as his eyes soften slightly,

“[y/n], are you ok?” he asks worriedly, before you can respond Vince spits in disgust,

“[y/n]. So that’s the whore’s name. Should’ve known they’ve already have a fuck toy they can play with.” That sets Gaz off. Vince can call him whatever he wants but when it comes to you, or your reputation, he doesn’t play. Gaz kicks the man in the gut and sends him sprawling across the bar’s dirty, wooden floors. When he’s down, Gaz jumps him, he kicks Vince in any spot he can hit all while cursing him out,

“If I EVER catch you talking about MY kid like that again, I’ll kill you! Is that understood!” Gaz yells while stomping Vince’s knee causing a loud POP to echo through the stunned bar. Before Vince could answer, you feel two pairs of gentle hands on your back, leading you outside of the bar. You look up at Soap and Ghost as they guide you through the crowd and outside where a large armored vehicle is waiting. Before the three of you get in, a pissed Gaz and an equally pissed Price come barreling out of the bar doors, Gaz still struggling and spitting out curses as Price shoves him through the doors.

“What the FUCK Price! I wasn’t finished with the bastard!” Gaz snarls, practically foaming out the mouth. Price snaps at Gaz angrily,

“That is ENOUGH soldier! Stand down! I said, STAND DOWN! THAT IS AN ORDER!” Finally, Gaz snaps out of it and starts to calm down slightly, he notices you, Soap, and Ghost staring and rushes forward. He stops and kneels in front of you, grabbing your hands and inspecting you for injuries. When satisfied you aren’t harmed he sighs in relief and wraps his arms around you,

“Oh thank god, are you ok kid?” he asks softly as you wrap your arms around him and drop your head on his shoulder. You nod and sigh softly,

“Thank you” You whisper as his arms tighten around you.

“Of course kiddo, I’d do anything to protect you. Anything.” You smile warmly and let out a little sniffle. Suddenly an awkward cough comes from behind you, you look to see Soap, Price, and Ghost standing near the car doors awkwardly. You roll your eyes and walk forward giving them each a tight hug,

“Yeah, yeah, thank you all too” you chuckle. Your smile widens as Ghost ruffles your hair and Price gives you an affectionate look,

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Soap suggests, you nod and file into the truck one by one. As you look out the window and watch the traffic roll by, you smile as you think about how lucky you are to have been blessed with such amazing friends. No. Family. 

#cod mw2 #fanfic #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #found family #no means no

[marc-spectorr]

57 + jake lockey <3 omg, i'm so excited for this!

ˣ pairing: jake lockley x reader

ˣ prompt: “oh my god, do that again.”

ˣ warnings: 1.3k wc. explicit smut and language. public oral sex (m receiving), deep throating. mention of alcohol.

ˣ a/n: here’s the first prompt request for my 500 followers celebration yaay! a new drabble will be posted each day in the next few weeks so stick around for more :) tysm again for all the love & support friends! this wouldn’t have been possible without you guys 💕

- ☾-

It had all begun with a shot of tequila and a slice of lime.

Then one shot turns into two. Later, three.

You ended up losing count after the fourth one, but you’re damn sure you stopped at six.

Jake just had to sneak in a seventh one, of course.

It was a great thing you could hold your liquor well. Drinking with Jake eventually led you to build up such an impressive tolerance for it. At times, you wonder if that’s the only reason he likes hanging out with you. He certainly enjoys being in the company of someone who can keep up with him, so it’s often that he drags you out to his favorite dive bar to let loose and have fun.

If it were any other person, you would have turned down an invite to get shit-faced all night long. But because it was Jake, there’s nothing that would stop you from agreeing to come with him. Not even the horrendous hangover you’d have to endure the morning after.

Only for Jake would you suffer through a hundred hangovers if it means getting to relax and unwind with your favorite man.

Seven shots down, and you’re still standing, albeit barely. Yeah, you could drink that much without passing out completely, though that doesn’t mean you’re not plastered at this point. You’re most definitely miles away from sobriety; the fiery tequila running through your veins makes you buzz with a familiar warmth.

That familiar warmth, however, had later turned into a desirous heat that pools low in your belly, intensified only by the pair of calloused hands teasingly roaming over your body.

You could blame it on the liquor. Hell, you could always blame it on the liquor. But that doesn’t erase the fact that you’ve been pining over your best friend for who knows how long.

Jake had been thankfully oblivious to your lingering stares and subtle touches. That was until tonight happened, and you simply couldn’t control yourself after seven shots.

You’d kissed him, hot and heavy and hungry—tasting the tequila he knocked back with you just seconds before on your tongue. The zesty bitter aftertaste of the lime had caused you to break away, your chest rising and falling to the beat of your erratic heart. Soon after, a wave of embarrassment flooded your features as an apology hung on your lips.

But then, without warning, Jake had pulled you right back in for another kiss.

Apparently, he liked you, too.

They say too much alcohol usually leads to a slew of bad decisions. You would’ve swiftly agreed with that statement, adding that bad decisions also started in a dingy restroom, where the tiled floor scrapes harshly under your knees.

You pray that no one would walk in and interrupt.

“Sure, you’re okay with this, mi vida?” Jake groans out while your nimble fingers fumble to unbuckle the belt of his jeans. “Could just take you home, you know? Fuck you there ‘til you’re screaming.”

“Oh, we can still do that later,” you purred, flickering your eyes to meet his obsidian ones. “But I wanna taste you, Jake. I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this. Please, let me suck your cock here, baby. I promise I’ll be good for you back home. Just let me make you feel good right now.”

Jake’s smirking wordlessly at you from above, and you take it as a sign to continue. He’s enraptured by the quickness of you undoing his pants, the sound of the zipper clicking apart echoing in the cramped cubicle. His mouth parts slightly, allowing shallow breaths to puff through when you reach inside, pulling him out of the confines of his boxers at last with a devilish curl to your smile.

You’d never seen a cock so beautiful, so thick and heavy as it lays throbbing hotly in your palm. You brush the pad of your thumb all over the engorged head, smearing the glorious pearly bead of precome that seeps from the slit of his rigid length.

A gravelly groan rips through Jake, and he throws his head back against the door. You haven’t done much other than barely touching him. Yet, he’s biting the edge of his lip to stifle the low grunts escaping. He gazes down on you through heavily lidded eyes, his stocky finger finding purchase in your hair. They grip on you tight as you tenderly stroke him from base to tip, swirling his tip delicately with your thumb with each pass.

Fuck, you hope you’d remember the blissful look on his face by the time you wake up tomorrow. Perhaps giving him a blowjob for the very first time while inebriated is the bad decision you’d been anticipating.

But it’s too late for you to back out now.

Not when Jake’s cock remains stiff in your grip, your name seamlessly rolling off his tongue as he needily coaxes you to do more.

“P-Please, cariño,” he rasps between ragged breaths. “Your mouth. I-I need your mou—oh, shiiit…”

The words die in Jake’s throat as you engulf his member slowly into your mouth. He tenses, your tongue tracing the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft, his rich and velvet moans ringing in your ears. Warm lips wet and tight, they slide further down until you start to gag around his generous girth, sending choked exhales to the sex-charged air as tears singed the corners of your eyes.

Out of concern, Jake almost pushes you off of him until you soothingly rest a hand on his thigh, silently encouraging him to remain still. Relaxing your throat, you invite more of him deeper, fitting him entirely into your mouth and he mutters a litany of rumbling curses in his native Spanish.

“Fu-Fuck, baby… That’s it— that feels so good. You look so fucking pretty sucking my cock like that,” Jake grunts as you bob your head back and forth faster, then force your head all the way forward. Your nose buries into his groin for several beats, and a primal moan breaks free when you release him with a wet, obscene-sounding pop. “O-Oh, shit, amor... Oh my god, do that again... P-Please, do that again.”

Chuckling, you’re more than happy to oblige at the desperate request of Jake, whose unruly dark curls ​sweep across his sweaty forehead. His hips rock into you, letting his cock slide even further down your constricting throat. Your nostrils drown in his musky scent as a jolt of arousal sears fiercely through your body, overwhelmed by everything that is purely and intoxicatingly him.

It’s not long when his thrusts stutter and his pleading whines grow increasingly loud and frequent. He twitches in your mouth moments after, spurting bursts after bursts of his creamy, warm release that coats the back of your throat, and greedily you swallow all of it down.

“T-That was…” he trails off breathily, his body still shuddering from the aftershocks of his climax. “Damn, we should have done this a long time ago, huh?”

“Should have drank seven shots straight sometime earlier then,” you return teasingly as you wipe the glistening juices coating your mouth with the sleeve of your top.

Jake assists you back on your feet, though your unsteady gait has you leaning against him, his strong arms coming up to wrap your frame in a delicate embrace. You feel him press a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you wait for your hearts to settle to a calming rhythm.

“We’re not just friends anymore after this, right?” you hear him ask, and there’s a warm, hopeful tone in his voice.

“I guess not,” came your answer, giggling softly. “But whatever we are now, Jake— you still owe me one.”

- ☾-

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[rynekins]

Once again my mind is plagued with Sideshow Bob brainrot and I must infodump about him for a bit to clear it. This is a sorta continuation of this post where I ramble about how prison warped Bob’s personality. While I often consider doing a more structured series of Sideshow Bob reviews, I have nothing concrete planned at the moment, so posts like these will remain sporadic. However, I am rather open for more discussion with those who dare ask.

The focus today is on Sideshow Bob’s defining character trait.

There are many popular labels used for Sideshow Bob that fail to paint a full picture because the very opposites of those aspects are also true to his character. Highly educated with a great capacity for idiocy. Sophisticated with bouts of unhinged rage. A mastermind whose plans never work. A murderous psychopath who’s never actually murdered anyone and has attempted to reform. A villain who has saved the day, more than once. A failure that never gives up. All of these apply but I feel he has a more comprehensive character trait. One that remains true in every appearance, exemplified in all of his actions and downfalls. Above everything else, and I say this with the utmost affection, Bob is an attention whore.

Bob needs an audience like he needs air to breathe. All the world’s a stage and he lives to perform. He's pathetically desperate for your reaction, whether it’s praise, scorn, fear, or a laugh. He’ll sing, act, tell jokes, contort his body, or share the details of his cunning scheme with you, even if it jeopardizes everything he’s worked for, in exchange for a fleeting moment of recognition.

He wants to be seen, heard, known, understood, celebrated. Don’t we all. But his craving for validation can never be satisfied, which led him down this road of suffering. In the flashback in “Brother from Another Series”, during the sidekick audition, Bob looks a bit more composed than usual.

This is the earliest moment in his life that we witness. He’s hiding all his iconic hair in a hat and presents himself with dignity and poise; is this where he gets bit by the acting bug and everything changes for him? Doubtful, since his mother is a famous actress and he probably grew up in a home that valued the arts. I think he might have been repressing a lot of his more comical tendencies at this point, then unleashed them due to an unexpected pie to the face. Bob is angry at first, but within seconds relishes having an audience’s approval. All it took was Krusty calling him a “genius” and Bob’s fate was sealed. In “Krusty Gets Busted,” it’s up to interpretation if Bob genuinely wanted to solve Bart’s problem out of the goodness in his heart, or if his ego demanded that he prove to his audience what a good role model and host he can be. In” Sideshow Bob Roberts,” he charms everyone in town with his silver tongue, but is still so insecure about how he’s perceived that he feels he has to cheat to win the election. In “Cape Feare,” Bart compliments his voice and he’s all too eager to boast his musical talent. In “Sideshow Bob’s Last Gleaming,” being called “smart” is enough to let his guard down.

He needs constant reassurance that he’s smart, talented, and loved. I believe that in “Black Widower”, Bob’s courting of Selma wasn’t a ruse, at least not at first. They probably had nothing in common (certainly wouldn’t bond over media taste) except that both were painfully lonely. They fell fast in what they thought was love because they showed each other the slightest bit of affection, then opened the floodgates of built up feelings that had nowhere else to go. But realizing there would always be another man in her life more important than him, MacGyver, any love Bob felt towards Selma evaporated.

Combine this pettiness with his freshly warped sense of morality courtesy of Springfield Penitentiary, and he would find this sudden violent hatred justifiable. But everything has to be a spectacle with Bob, so of course he would end things with a heckin’ fiery explosion. As we have established, Bob is prone to self-sabotage. He can be unbearably pretentious, so he struggles finding others that share his passions. But Bob isn’t a gatekeeper for these interests. He would love nothing more than to discuss art, music, literature and theater and convince others to appreciate them as well. He has a desire to teach, and finds fulfillment when he helms his own educational program with an audience willing to listen and cheer him on. He doesn’t have such luck with his peers, who tend to throw his books back at him. In the episode “The Man Who Grew Too Much”, Homer mentions Mozart’s name and you can tell Bob is ready to drop everything and gush about a special interest, but Homer then reveals that he doesn’t really care. So imagine being in an incredibly niche fandom with no one but the void to hear your headcanons or fan favorites. That’s Bob's predicament, but he’s persistent (and maniacal).

Little brother Cecil is similar, but he’s more likely to back down when the audience doesn’t indulge him.

It is left to our imagination what their childhood was like. Their mother might have encouraged them both to pursue theater, but did either of them ever feel pride in their accomplishments? Is there a reason Cecil gives up and Bob can’t be stopped? Perhaps Bob leans into the villain role because he’s convinced himself he was born for it (give him credit, he does play it cartoonishly well), but when the tables turn he’s equally as enthusiastic playing the part of a noble hero. He seems unable to turn off the dramatics either way. There have been a few moments when he admits he does not want to commit to a violent act, and you could argue it’s because deep down he knows he’s playing a character that he's taken too far and that it isn’t his true self, or maybe he's horrified his true self is a monster and he’d rather play a different character as a means to contain it (I am not referring to moments from “Day of the Jackanapes” or “The Great Louse Detective”, moreso “The Man Who Grew Too Much”, “Gone Boy”, and “Bobby It’s Cold Outside”). His instincts during these moments seem to be to run away.

But Bob can’t live secluded in his lil lighthouse forever, even if it means no one gets hurt and he would be free. Prison made him crazy. Isolation would destroy him.

#sideshow bob #the simpsons #simpsons #robert terwilliger

[harrisonarchive]

Rishikesh, February 25, 1968 (photos by Cummings Archives/Redferns via Getty Images); and March 17, 1968 (photo from Disc and Music Echo's April 6, 1968 issue).

"Harrison, who was sitting nearest to me at the table, remarked that if he could turn everybody on to transcendental meditation and Indian music, then he could go. Somebody asked him what he meant exactly, and he said, 'You know… out… like on a road tour when you leave for the next town.' Somebody else asked him about his own meditations, and he said his mantra was an English word. This caused considerable surprise because it was assumed that into most people’s ears the Maharishi or one of his deputies had whispered unintelligible Sanskrit syllables. Nobody, of course, ever told anyone else his mantra because to do so would damage them, but that was the common understanding. Harrison further astounded everybody by saying he assumed the Beatles all had the same mantra. He didn’t know for sure, but his appeared in Lennon’s song, I Am the Walrus. […] [In celebration of George’s birthday, someone handed] each of us a garland of wet, fresh marigolds. 'To give to George,' she said. When the chanting ceased, we all walked up to the stage and placed our garlands around Harrison’s neck, until in the end, embarrassed and smiling sheepishly, he looked like a man in a life jacket. […] At the end we all sang Happy Birthday to George, to whom the Maharishi resented a cake with two candles and a plastic glove that he offered upside down, saying, 'This is the world. It needs to be corrected.' The laugher and applause subsided, and then the Maharishi led everyone into a meditation, the long silence at last being softly broken by a single note plucked on a stringed instrument." - Lewis H. Lapham, Saturday Evening Post, May 18, 1968

"I arranged a special cake for George, with white icing and pink flowers and an Indian greeting — 'Jai Guru Deva' — written across the top in gold letters. Then I bought a bundle of fireworks [in Rishikesh’s town center] and some streamers, balloons ad so forth. Earlier on I had bought an Indian banjo as my own gift to George. The weather was good on the day itself so we were able to have an outdoor party. Pattie wore a lovely yellow sari for the occasion. We put decorations up in the trees and everyone had garlands of flowers to put round George’s neck. In fact he disappeared beneath a colorful and flowery mountain of garlands before we’d finished! Then there was the special surprise of the evening — at the suggestion of the others I’d organized a band local Indian musicians and a singer to perform at the party. Maharishi made a nice little speech about George, presented his gift and then we got down to letting off the fireworks and listening to music. Pattie’s birthday was just as much of a fun occasion. Everyone was only too willing to join in a bit of a party. Pattie had another huge cake (they were all a bit like pease pudding but tasted great!) with nine or ten candles. Again there were dozens of beautiful garlands of red and orange flowers for everybody and Pattie played a new dilruba, her favorite instrument these days." - Mal Evans, The Beatles Monthly, June 1968 (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #Mal Evans #Pattie Boyd #John Lennon #Paul McCartney #Ringo Starr #Maureen Cox #Cynthia Lennon #Jane Asher #Maharishi Mahesh Yogi #1960s #1968 #George and Pattie #George and Mal Evans #Harrison spirituality

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

patience. ( cyrus lupo x reader )

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Lupo was one bad date from believing that he was cursed. He had feelings for you for several months, and his reasons for not asking you out sooner was because work kept you both busy and his love life was one failure after another. After the last woman he cared for turned out to be one of the suspects they were looking for, Lupo intended to stay single for the rest of his life - something he had shared with you over a drink.

In line with your personality, you called him "dramatic" and a "man who lets a woman's appearance cloud their true character." Lupo had denied your claims, and when you asked him to argue his case, you jokingly called him "counselor". Lupo's argument was based entirely on you, which stunned you into silence as he described his first interaction with you in perfect detail, and you were taken back to the first day you entered the precinct to retrieve files that would help your defense case. However, Lupo appealed to your better nature, and you dropped the case and squashed your client's demands of suing the department.

"I knew that you were against your client from the beginning. You were forced to take the case and took the chance on missing a promotion to get the guy behind bars."

You sipped your drink before sitting it on the bar top. "Yeah, well, I've never been good at taking orders. One of the many, many reasons I could never be a cop."

"I don't mean that as a bad thing." He quickly backpedaled. "I meant that you do the right thing without caring about the consequences. And you do it with every case. And with people." When you raised an eyebrow, his lips formed a smirk as he explained, "Well, you tend to upset people with your honesty. But it's another thing I like about you."

Feeling a shift in the atmosphere, you looked at the detective, who took a long sip of his beer. "I'm not always honest." He looked at you curiously as you continued, "Remember when the shooter broke into my office, and you told me that I should've called you, and I said I didn't cause it was the middle of the night, and you had just gotten off shift, and I promised to tell you everything?"

"Yeah." He chuckled.

"Well, I lied." You turned to order another drink, and with a long sip, your drink was gone.

"What? Wait, wait, so what haven't you told me?" He asked, leaning his arm on the bar top as he turned to you.

"Your choice in women is poor." You held up a hand when he raised an eyebrow, continuing to speak before he could interrupt you. "No, you do have poor taste in women. But it's because you always want to see the good in people. Like me, for example. It's the eve of your day off, and you're sitting in a flashy bar instead of going home because you feel I deserve to have someone. And I don't need anyone." You concluded, referring to the time he had you meet him in what was known as a cop bar because most of the customers were cops, past and present. He had told you that it must've been lonely at the top, meaning the top of your field, and you had told him, "but the view is great."

Lupo had witnessed how personal cases became when you were named prosecutor, the opposition and your colleagues often questioned how you handled cases. Your sharp tone and honesty, which many found offensive, had gotten you into trouble many times, but Lupo was the first to understand that it was your way of keeping people away.

"Yeah, you do." He replied. "And before you judge my love life too harshly, I happened to be right about one woman in my life." He paused for a moment. "You."

"Me?"

"It's currently one in the morning, and you've just won another case, and instead of celebrating with a bottle of wine that would probably cost me three months' wages, you are here having a drink with me." You pondered his words, realizing he was right. "You do need somebody. Everyone does at some point."

"You've got me all figured out, huh?" You paid the bartender when he placed another drink before you, lifting the glass delicately as you turned to the detective beside you. "Have you ever considered that this," You gestured between you both, making the corner of his lips tug upwards at your aversion to labeling him as a friend. "is one, if not the biggest, reason why your relationships fail? You have a girl at home waiting, and here you are sitting with the antichrist."

Lupo had, in fact, considered this, hell he knew it was true, but he refused to let your comment slide so easily. "You're not the antichrist."

"Your partner thinks so. Actually, everyone does. Except you." You tilted your head as you met his gaze, and Lupo shook his head.

"You're not the antichrist. Little smug but," he shrugged, and you glared at him when he smirked, "you are great at what you do, so I let it slide."

You rolled your eyes before asking, "So why do you do it? Is it a charity thing?"

"Did you ever consider that I like your company?" He said, taking a sip of his beer. "After a long day of people lying, receiving some honesty is refreshing."

You stared at him for a moment. "If you can figure me out, then why can't you figure out the women in your life are crazy?"

"I am still busy trying to figure you out. That's why their craziness goes over my head."

You snickered, and he looked at you with a smile, chuckling as he shook his head. You observed him as he took another drink, sensing his sudden nervousness. You were getting closer to the truth; he knew it, and you knew he would tell you. He always told you everything eventually.

"Why do you keep trying to be my friend?" You asked.

"Because everybody needs somebody. And as hard as it may be for you to believe, I enjoy your company. Although it is frustrating when I feel like you're pushing me away and I can never figure out why." He replied.

"Maybe I'm protecting you." You told him.

"What? From you?"

"Is that such a wild thing to believe?"

Lupo set his beer down when you glanced away, playing with your glass, and he could see it then. The truth so openly presented in a moment of pure honesty. So he decided to return the favor.

"I don't really like them." He began, elaborating when you looked at him. "Sometimes I need a distraction. Then I get so distracted that I don't realize they could be a murderer."

Your eyebrows furrowed and while you wanted to make a witty remark, you instead opted to ask, "What do you need a distraction from? The job?"

"Parts of it." He said. "The things we deal with every day take their toll sometimes. And then there's you."

Expecting him to respond like everyone else, even though you knew how highly Cyrus thought of you, you were shocked when he made a confession that would change your life.

"For someone so smart, I don't know how you haven't realized I have feelings for you. That I have for a while." He chuckled lightly.

You knew. Of course, you knew about his feelings. But you had always dedicated yourself to your work, and meeting the persistent Cyrus Lupo, who wasn't so easily deterred as everyone else, determined to break down your walls to learn everything there was to know about you, had made cracks appear on those bricks. You knew tonight was a bad idea. But the scorching jealousy you had felt earlier when you heard about his relationship with the suspect, you knew you couldn't deny it to yourself anymore. Or to him.

"I know the thought of anyone getting close freaks you out. And I don't know who hurt you enough to make you shut yourself away. All I know is I wanna kick their ass." His speech made you smile faintly, and your gazes locked as he moved closer. "And I want to prove that I wouldn't dare hurt you. I'd sooner take a bullet."

"Don't say that. You are ninety-six percent more likely to be shot than anyone else in your profession. Even me. And a lot of people want to kill me." You attempted to scold him while lightening the atmosphere, but you weren't sure he had even heard you as he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"Not if I kill them first. Plus, I'd have a good lawyer."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, and Cyrus closed the distance between you, kissing you tenderly but with enough hesitance that made you ease into the kiss. You placed a hand on the nape of his neck, drawing him closer momentarily before pulling away.

"I would be a witness; therefore, I couldn't represent you legally -" Cyrus cut you off with another kiss, and your eyes closed as you reciprocated his passionate kiss with equal fervor.

He pulled away after a few moments, but his hand remained on your cheek as his eyes searched your expression to try and gauge what you were thinking or feeling. And his worries were quickly taken away when you spoke.

"I have an overpriced bottle of wine at home. Do you want to join me?"

And Cyrus knew his patience had finally paid off.

#cyrus lupo #cyrus lupo x reader #law and order

[twistsandtwizzles]

Stars on Mars: Episode 4

Before we begin, a confession: I actually found myself looking forward to watching this episode.

Don’t get me wrong, this show remains one of the dumbest things I have ever seen, and trust me when I say that I have watched a lot of television in my time. But somehow, I have found myself invested in this stupid “experiment,” and I am NOT THRILLED ABOUT IT.

And so this is where we find ourselves as we return to fake Mars this week: Me, now actually caring. You, still reading these recaps, for some reason.

Let’s do this thing. 

Shatner welcomes us with a recap of last week’s episode - explosions, fake poop, Richard eliminating himself, and now we have nine celebrities left. And tonight: a double elimination! This is: Starsssss. On Marsssss.

Hab Day 7. We open with a VO from Schwartz: “People of Earth. If you see this, cherish the world around you, okay? Mars is bleak. Empty and vast and cold. It is rugged out here. No matter how bad you think you have it back on Earth, you’re living like a king compared to what life is like here on Mars.”

Look, I appreciate his commitment to the bit.

The cast is in the kitchen commiserating over the lack of variety in food options. “What was for lunch?” Porsha asks.

“Same thing, different day,” Adam replies. “I just can’t have another piece of cured meat.” He later adds that he put barbecue sauce on whatever he had this time, “and it tasted . . . different, anyway.”

Ronda and Tinashe both give talking heads about how difficult it is mentally right now, that the mood is tense and people are a bit over this whole thing. Ronda says she knows that movement helps and that she loves to train people.

Porsha has asked Ronda to learn some wrestling moves, and we’re treated to a montage of Ronda and Porsha doing some WWE-style fighting while Adam, Natasha, and Ariel cheer them on. Porsha is having a GREAT time. “I know I looked bad ass,” Porsha says in her talking head. “So make sure you all air-drop me the footage, because that’s going to be bragging rights when I get back to Earth.”

The alarm blares, which means it’s time to choose a new base commander. Adam tells us that at this point in the experiment, “It’s time to have a little strategy.” What that means is forming more alliances - and he wants in with Ronda.

We cut back to the common area where the group has gathered to select their new commander. “I have an idea,” Adam says to everyone, standing and raising his hand. “And my idea is I think Ronda should be the base commander.”

“What?” Ronda asks. “Why?”

Porsha’s talking head tells us that Ronda is extremely strong and powerful, but is also soft and genuine, and that those are the type of people you want to be around. Adam is telling the group basically the same thing - that Ronda is a leader, and that this would be a good morale boost for her. Ronda looks genuinely moved.

Tinashe chimes in that she also thinks Adam would be a good base commander, which Natasha echoes. 

Then it’s Lance’s turn for a talking head, but before I get to what he is saying I just have to say fuck this guy!!!!! In case you missed it this week, Lance Armstrong decided it was time for him to comment on the subject of “trans athletes and fairness in sports.” I’ll let Sports Illustrated summarize why concern about “fairness in sports” is mighty rich to hear from one of the world’s most famous cheaters. And of course that is not even getting into the fact that we all know that this current “debate” about trans athletes has nothing to do about fairness and everything to do with bigotry. I’m mad we have to keep looking at this man’s dumb face. (Tldr; Screw you, Lance Armstrong!)

Anyway Lance says that he sees alliances forming and he thinks it’s “annoying” and shut up, Lance.

The group takes a public vote and elects Ronda base commander.

Marshawn gets his first talking head in quite some time and notes that the “cliques” are forming: there's Adam, Tinashe, and Ariel; there's Lance, Marshawn, and Ronda; and then Schwartz and Natasha are “swing votes.” 

Lady Hab Voice reports that sensors have detected a potential “contaminant” in the hab. Time to clean! They discover a “Martian cockroach” on the ground, which Lance picks up and taunts Ariel with. Ariel does NOT love this, and she tells him that she will “literally kick (him) in the balls.” He of course finds this very funny.

Lance is facetiming his son and introduces him to Marshawn. Marshawn tells the kid that all his dad does is fart all day. This is not going to be the first reference to Lance passing gas in this episode and why is this man so rude and gross and I just really hate him.

Lance’s son asks him, “Do people there like you?” and WOW this is quite the question for a 13-year-old to ask their father! Lance says that Marshawn and Tom like him. 

The next morning, Schwartz and Adam are in the kitchen. “Adam, how are your spirits today?” Schwartz asks.

“High as usual,” Adam replies. “How are yours?”

“Like a seven out of ten,” says Schwartz. He tells the camera that he came “up to Mars” (once again NO ONE is more dedicated to the fiction they are actually on Mars than Tom Schwartz) to get a fresh mindset. He then describes Scandoval thusly, and those of you who watch Vanderpump will have to let me know if this is how he comes across on that show or if he’s working a new angle for a new audience: “This thing with my friend back on Earth was just incredibly messed up. The Sandoval stuff is a terrifying monster that’s taken on a life of its own now, and it’s having a terrible impact on my focus, on my morale. I did not have an affair; I am not him; and it’s just so strange that I’ve been absolutely mired in this.”

In the kitchen, Schwartz tells Adam that his mind wanders back to Earth a lot. Adam tells Schwartz, “If I am somewhere, I am fully there” which makes sense because that mindset is a necessity for an elite athlete. Schwartz says he wishes he was more like that.

Lady Hab Voice introduces the crew to a second robot dog and a drone. Miraculously it appears the first robot dog (now named Marsha) survived being left alone on the surface of Mars last week. Two crew members - Ronda assigns Marshawn and Lance - are supposed to go outside and fly the drone, and everyone else is going to work with the two robot dogs.

The group brainstorms names for the new robot dog. “Marsha and Jan?” Adam suggests, to chuckles. 

“What’s the closest planet to Mars?” Porsha asks.

“Earth,” Adam answers.

“Oh,” Porsha says, then pauses a moment. “Eartha?” The group likes that. So we have our two robot dogs, Marsha and Eartha.

One of these dogs is apparently controlled via AI, and the other with a remote control. Tinashe, a self-professed gamer, takes the controller and has no problem. Ariel takes the remote and almost immediately runs the dog into a wall.

“This is what happens when you put legs on a VCR,” Adam says, and I laughed.

Schwartz is able to repair the damage to which he says, “I guess I’m the first veterinarian on Mars,” which is also a pretty good line.

Outside Marshawn and Lance are flying the drone. Marshawn has flown a drone before so this is pretty easy. The guys solidify their alliance up there - Lance says he’s in it for the long haul, and Marshawn promises that he’ll be there next to him. “There are people in there that nag a lot,” Marshawn tells Lance. “And I think they are going to nag themselves right back to Earth.”

Inside, Porsha and Adam are hanging out on the couch. “Look at my hands,” Adam says sadly, holding them out to Porsha. 

She laughs. “Oh you’ve been so busy.” 

“I’m going to start crying,” Adam continues.

“Everyone has to cry on Mars,” Porsha says easily.

They are interrupted by an alarm: an alien life form has been detected inside the hab! The group has to use two UV lights to find the signs of alien life inside the walls. They find it in the kitchen - the walls are covered with some sort of “contaminant.”

Shatner time! He tells the group that they have discovered “life on Mars,” and they all cheer. Then Shatner tells them they have to “ruthlessly annihilate it.”

“No!” Ronda says, and Schwartz asks, “what if it’s not hostile?” Which . . . this is maybe a good question but also I’ve seen all the Alien movies and if you wait around to see if it’s hostile or not you’re already dead. So I get where Shatner is coming from here.

Shatner also tells the crew that after this mission TWO people will be extracted. They are dismayed, and I’m dismayed that the show ruined this reveal for us at the top of the episode because it would have actually been a nice twist here. But whatever! I’m not a television producer, I’m just some idiot who decided that she’d take it upon herself to write too-detailed recaps of a reality show that maybe ten people in the world are even watching.

“I hope you know your way around a flame thrower,” are Shatner’s final words to the crew.

“Oh yeah,” Marshawn says. “I want to set some shit on fire.”

“I don’t get to use the flame thrower?!?!” Ronda asks in despair.

Ronda asks if anyone really wants to be the mission specialist. Porsha volunteers because she wants to be safe from elimination. Ronda: “Do you want to be safe or do you want to be mission specialist? Because I want everyone to be in their best job.” She picks Ariel for the role, Ariel’s second consecutive week in that position.

Everyone except for Ariel and Ronda suits up and heads to the surface. The mission parameters: they take the rovers to some caves, where space command has discovered the fungus originated. They will split into two teams and be directed by Ariel and Ronda to the “mother fungus” where they will use their flame throwers to destroy it. Then they have to get out of the cave and back to their rovers before their “oxygen” runs out. They have half an hour.

The group makes their way from the rovers to the cave. Marshawn burps and Adam says “thank god there’s not a speaker on Lance’s ass or we’d hear him farting the whole time.” 

Team B (Marshawn, Porsha, Natasha) enters the cave first. Porsha notes that she’s on a team with two “bottom dwellers.” Marshawn is carrying the flame thrower, to his delight. 

Team A (Adam, Tom, Lance, Tinashe) goes next. Adam says it was so dark he couldn’t see anything. “I was just trying to hold flashlights and look busy but I could have had my eyes closed the entire time and it wouldn’t have made a difference.” Tom has a flashlight but is in the back, so both flashlight men are being fairly useless, and eventually Tinashe takes Adam’s flashlight “because someone has to lead.”

Team B is lost. There are fourteen minutes left before they run out of oxygen. Finally Team A finds the “mother fungus” and soon Team B does too. Marshawn takes out his flamethrower: “Say hello to my little friend.” Lance gets to work the flame on behalf of Team A. The fungus is destroyed.

Both teams cheer, until Ronda reminds them that they only have five minutes to get out of the caves and back to the rover. “Start jogging, guys.”

Ronda is especially stressed about the success of this mission - as commander a mission failure puts her up for elimination, and with two people going home she is sure that she would be one of them. Unfortunately for Ronda, her crew is taking its sweet time getting out of the cave. Tom keeps getting lost; Natasha is barely moving.

The group finally gets out of their cave, and think they’ve succeeded, but Ariel reminds them that they have to get up a hill to their rovers. No one - the pro athletes included - are thrilled about having to sprint up a hill wearing their space suits and gear.

Natasha says that apart from giving birth, this experiment is the hardest thing she’s ever done. Porsha says that she doesn’t think she’ll make it; Lady Hab Voice informs us that oxygen levels are critically low.

Lance and Adam both grab one of Natasha’s arms and hustle her along. “Who knew all you needed to have is two world class athletes on either side of you to make it up a small hill,” she says. The three of them are the first back to the rover, where they plug in their “supplemental oxygen” to their suits and wait for the others.

The remaining four crew members are still a ways behind. “You guys are fucking walking, run your ass!” Ronda yells through her headset.

“I’m going to have a heart attack,” Porsha pants.

Twenty seconds left. “You’re going to DIE are you fucking kidding me??” Ronda shouts, as we cut to commercial.

“I can’t breathe,” Tinashe says.

Tom gets there with ten seconds left. The final three attach to oxygen just as time expires. It’s close enough that Ronda and Ariel genuinely can’t tell if the mission was completed or not until Lady Hab Voice confirms: Mission Success. Everyone cheers.

“I know the double elimination is coming up but there wasn’t anything I could have done differently,” Adam says in VO. “I truly couldn’t see a thing.”

In hab mission command, a message from Shatner. “How is he not wrinkled?” Ronda asks. “He has fewer wrinkles than me and he’s ninety.”

“He’s got to get botox,” Ariel confirms.

Also can we talk about this “space command” set that Shatner is sending his videos from? On the desk behind him is a vase of flowers, a pair of scissors, a to-go cup of coffee, three red rotary phones, and two computers that look like they were props from Apollo 13. What exactly is the vibe they are going for, here? Did Shatner get to design the set himself? Also on the wall is a map . . . of Earth. Why does space command need a map of Earth on the wall while leading a mission to Mars? What is HAPPENING??

Anyway. Elimination time. Ariel and Ronda put their heads together to figure out who should stay or leave. “Natasha had a hard time, although she worked her ass off,” Ariel says.

Ronda agrees, then notes, “Porsha did a great job making sure they didn’t get lost.”

“Yes,” Ariel says, then pauses. “Well, they did get lost.”

They come to their decision. They call in the mission critical one by one - Tinashe, followed by Marshawn, Lance, and Porsha. That means that Natasha, Adam, and Schwartz are in the bottom three this week. They give each other a big hug.

“It makes sense for me to be in the bottom three with all these dark challenges,” Adam says. 

Tom shakes his head vehemently. “You crushed it today!”

“So did you guys,” Adam replies.

The bottom three line up to plead their cases. Schwartz goes first. “I have been plagued with BTE (Bottom Three Energy) ever since I got here,” he begins. “But every morning I wake up and I’m surrounded by greatness. I’ve been like a sponge absorbing greatness. If you guys decide that I can stay I will step up. And I will bring it.”

The group downstairs agrees that Schwartz is kind of useless, but that they all like him.

Next up: Adam. “I think that I should stay because I bring a lot of, like, flair,” he begins. “And at the end I did run up fast.” (“That counts,” Ariel says. “That absolutely does.”)

“I don’t think I really have a case for being mission critical,” Adam admits in his talking head. “But I nominated Ronda to be base commander. So I hope that is going to help me in the end.”

Inside, Tinashe says that Adam was amazing the day before with the biodome challenge, and that he still has a lot of energy and wants to be there. “And also he brings up our attractive average,” Ariel adds.

When it is Natasha’s turn, she gets on her knees: “Please, please, please let me leave Mars. To be honest, I’ve already called my uber. I’m four foot eleven, I’m never going to do a push up, please let me leave.”

“I feel like at this point it’s not picking people that have to go, it’s more process of elimination of people who have to stay,” Ronda says. The group agrees, and they call the final mission critical crew member in: 

“Welcome back to the hab, Adam.”

“Adam is definitely a team player,” Ronda says. “And he’s really great at making sure that everyone else is doing well and supporting them.”

The team says goodbye to Schwartz and Natasha. Tom says he feels lighter on his feet, and that his mind has been reset and reenergized. Natasha says she’s tired. 

The remaining crew is getting ready for bed but are surprised by an alert from space command: “Resupply mission inbound.” The group is thrilled to be getting more supplies - but then, twist! 

“Crew aboard: four,” the message continues, to the gasps and screams of our remaining seven astronauts.

“We have four new people coming to Mars,” Adam says. “So anything - ANYTHING - can happen.”

And on that note, we’re out.

Next week on Stars on Mars: The resupply shuttle crashes, and our heroes have to go rescue their new colleagues. (Porsha: “What if one of them is a chef!!”)

#adam rippon #stars on mars #recaps

[layanasstories]

If not in this life time...

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Come away with me in the night, come away with me and I will write you a song. Come away with me on a bus, come away where they can't tempt us with their lies.

And I want to walk with you on a cloudy day, in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high. So won't you try to come.

Come away with me and we'll kiss on a mountaintop. Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you.

And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof, while I'm safe there in your arms.

So all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night, come away with me.

- Norah Jones

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Part 10

It's been about three weeks since the wedding, three weeks since the car ride where I told the whole story of my past. And since then we were kind of inseparable. Yes, we had times when he or I needed some space, because it just got a little too much. We kept to the agreement, and it worked. We said it when we got a little too short of breath. Or if we needed each other more. We talked about everything. I feel happy, happy with what we have. We don't give it a name, although we live by all the standards of a relationship, so we might as well call it that. I don't really care, as long as it stays as it is now, I'm happy. Perhaps something could change over time. Like, that I can wake up every day next to him. But those are dreams for later, not for now. For now, I'm on the bed in the motel room we booked. It's Lilly's birthday and we're invited to celebrate with her and the group of friends. I've met everyone before when Thomas and Hannah moved. The only one I don't know yet is Richy. He always seems to be busy with his work, rather than with friends. I just don't understand why it bothers them so much. Maybe I'll find out this weekend. The party is tomorrow and we'll be here all weekend.

It does feel weird being here in this motel, in this town. The last time I was here was with my parents, if I don't count the moving day of course. Besides the fact that I find it a bit strange and uncomfortable, I am curious about what my parents liked about this town. When I was a kid I liked swimming in the lake the most. But now that I'm an adult, I'm curious if I can see what they saw. Maybe that makes me feel like they're closer to me than I've felt until now. "How come you're so lazy, shouldn't you unpack your bag?" I am startled out of thought when Jake walks into the room with a grin. "I've already done that, it was so much that I just had to lay down." I smile back "What are we going to do tonight? Do you have plans?" I ask because I have some ideas myself. "No not really" he replies. "Great, then let's have something to eat in the center and then see if a bar is open." I suggest. "Sure, I know a nice bar" he shrugs as if he doesn't care.

We had decided to eat our dinner at a restaurant near the marketplace. It was simple, but the food tasted good, extravagant is not necessary for both of us. After dinner we walked to the bar that Jake knows. It was a short walk to the outskirts of the town, through a alley. The entrance of the bar is half way up the alley. To my suprise it's a local pub, lots of regulars. The decor is somewhat old-fashioned dark, but with a modern touch. An older man is behind the bar, which I believe is the owner. Another guy our age, full of tattoo's and long hair, walks around serving the drinks with a tray in his hand. The moment we sit down at a table the guy with the tray comes our way. "Hey cutie what can I bring you? 'Sex on the beach'?" he does not wink at me but at Jake. "I would really like that and can I braid your hair afterwards?" Jake gives him a seductive air kiss. "You know nobody can touch my hair! Thanks for ruining my mood!" the guy gives Jake a sad look. At that moment, Jake stands up and pulls the man into a tight hug. "Hey Phil, how have you been?" Jake asks after they let go of each other. "Good. Haven't seen you in a long time" Phil looks my way with a amusing smile "Is she the reason? I thought we had something!". "Stop it dude! You know it can't work out between us. And yes, she is the reason indeed." Jake pauses briefly, "Phil, Layana. Layana, Phil". Phil holds out his hand and I do the same. "Hi Phil, nice to meet you" I say. "It sure is." he says as a way of greeting. "Well what can I bring you?" he continues. "A beer for me" Jake looks my way "For me too please." I answer Phil.

When Phil has walked back to the bar, I look at Jake waiting for an explanation of what just happened. "Phil and I go back a long time. You know I grew up here. Phil didn't join our class until third year of high school and we clicked right from the start. After I found my way into the computers, Phil saw an opportunity to work for Michael with the hopes of taking over the bar someday. He did that a few years ago, and Michael works for him now in the weekends. Actually he already is retired but he loves his bar." I see a big smile forming around his mouth. "Good memories?" I ask him with a smile. "Yeah, those were good times.". Through the memories we get into a conversation, about his time here in this town. About all the pranks they'd both pulled, that they've always been there for each other, to this day. But because they have both gone in different directions in life, they don't see each other that often anymore.

At midnight we decide to end the evening and make our way back. With his arm around my shoulders and my arm around his waist, we walk to the motel. Along the way, an idea suddenly occurs to me. "Jake?" I ask to get his attention. "Yes?" he answers me without letting go or looking my way. "Well, what do you think about travelling?" I ask my question quickly because I don't want to change my mind. "Depends on where and what we're going to do." he casually gives his opinion "I don't like baking on the beach or by the pool. Yes swimming is nice, but I don't like wasting my time hanging out all day.". "That's good, because that was far from what I had in mind." I gently squeeze his side. "Okay, what did you have in mind?" he sounds a little more cheerful, as if his curiosity has been aroused. "I want to go to Varanasi, in India." I let out a sigh "I don't like the trips to islands where there is a party every night and day. I do like a party from time to time. But for big trips, I want to see the world, I want to get to know cultures. And I think India is a good start." I explain to him. He is silent for a while, then clears his throat. "Of all the places you can think of, I didn't see this one coming. But India seems very beautiful indeed." he pulls me even closer to him "So, maybe you should start making a plan."

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #iamjake #duskwood fanfiction

[danmeiljie]

Advance Bravely Vampire AU Part 7!

Follow the tag "advance bravely... fanfic?!" For previous parts of this fic!

This one is extra long (4,625 words) and upgraded from Teen Rating to Explicit. You will need an ao3 account to read my E fics! Readers beware. (CW: blood drinking, blood play, explicit sex) Read it HERE!

Preview:

Yuan Zong did not necessarily need the binoculars to see it was Xia Yao moving within his father's apartment in Shanghai, but the magnification afforded him a clear view of his face. It still arrested him to behold his beauty. Perched on the rooftop in a building across the busy street, Yuan Zong was partially hidden behind a large sign, which blocked most of the wind at his high elevation.

Yuan Zong did not waste time after listening in on Yuan Ru's conversation with her sire. Normally she was very cautious about her communications with him. All Yuan Zong ever knew was she would retreat to have privacy whenever he called. She only had him in her phone contacts as "Daddy". It disturbed Yuan Zong that she didn't at least call him "Uncle" or "Mister" and it made him wonder at their relationship. He knew not all vampire sire/childe bonds were sexual or romantic in nature, though they often were. He understood why Yuan Ru had turned him, and he certainly felt the urge to make Xia Yao his own a number of times. At the heart of it, choosing someone to make like yourself, to bind them to you in a dark way, was an answer to loneliness. The great expanse of forever loomed over many of their kind. And these bonds were not always good. In fact most of them were rather toxic.

Yuan Zong had slipped from his sister's room while she celebrated gaining permission to turn Xia Yao, his blood stirring anxiously in his body as he willed it to move faster than he ever moved before. He had to get to Shanghai before she did. The news of Xia Yao's father being the identity of her sire had confused and shocked Yuan Zong, but he did not have the luxury to think about it long. He had grabbed a few essentials from their apartment and booked himself an expensive last minute early morning flight out of Beijing. 

For the entirety of the day Yuan Zong fought persistently against the great fatigue that attacks all vampires when the sun rises. Luckily it was not an uncommon sight to be a sleeping passenger on a plane, though he scared the steward when he struggled to rouse him upon landing in Shanghai. Another steward was getting ready to bring a defibrillator over and revive the sick passenger, when Yuan Zong startled the small crowd around his lifeless body with a shuddering gasp and apologies.

He went from airport to taxi, wincing in the sunlight, to an underground garage utility closet to spend the rest of the day in hiding. When the remainder of his blood stirred him to life once more after sunset, he was exhausted, but determined to find Xia Yao and set out immediately. He had drunk enough of the young man's virile blood over the weeks they had been getting together that he had a sense of where to go, letting his instinct as a hunter guide him. His strong supernatural body had allowed him to scale the wall of a building and leap across alleyways, making his movements above the busy city largely unnoticed.

'Xia Yao… I'm coming…'

Yuan Zong brought the binoculars to his face again, and saw Xia Yao walking around without a shirt, a towel in hand. His skin and hair glistened as if still wet from a shower and it made Yuan Zong hunger to touch and taste him again. Yuan Zong was no stranger to sneaking about - it was a skill required for his lifestyle - but he often lured prey to him. He was not accustomed to breaking into people's homes, never mind a high security apartment building that Xia Yao's father resided in. He was calmed momentarily to be able to actually see Xia Yao, even though he was fairly far away. He took out his phone and decided to try and call him. While Yuan Zong was persistent in his pursuit of Xia Yao, he always respected any clearly stated boundaries. Xia Yao had told him to leave him alone. Yet Yuan Zong figured his sister trying to collude with his vampire father into killing him was reason enough to break the silence.

Yuan Zong watched through the binoculars as Xia Yao looked at his phone from the couch and canceled the incoming call. Growling to himself Yuan Zong called again. Xia Yao pouted at his phone, and hesitated, as if he was deciding whether to answer or not. He watched him raise the phone to his ear.

"What do you want, eh?" Xia Yao's defiant tone of voice was very reassuring to Yuan Zong and he bit back the rebuke that wanted to come forth.

"Xia Yao. Listen to me. This is very important. Yuan Ru knows where you are and is coming tonight to force you to be with her. You are in danger." Yuan Zong strove to be calm but firm, urging Xia Yao to action. "You need to leave your father's apartment now. I can protect you and take you wherever you want to go, but you can't stay here."

"Shit! How did she find out? And what do you mean 'here'? Are you in Shanghai?" Yuan Zong watched Xia Yao gesture angrily from his high vantage point.

Yuan Zong debated about how much to reveal, "I am nearby, ready to help you. I overheard Yuan Ru making plans. You need to get out."

"Fuck me!" Xia Yao swore. He darted across the apartment disappearing from view down a hallway, but Yuan Zong could hear him breathing as he moved around. "Where should I meet you?"

"Outside your father's apartment building." Yuan Zong was greatly relieved that Xia Yao was listening to him.

"How did you– I'm coming down!" Xia Yao hung up and Yuan Zong sprung into action. He grabbed his backpack and went to the backside of the building that had a fire escape most of the way down, and he flew down the old stairs. At one point he thought they would break free from the brick, but they held on, creaking as he went. He managed to get across the street just in time to see Xia Yao coming out of the front glass doors.

"Xia Yao." Yuan Zong was drawn to him immediately and couldn't help but take him into his arms and breathe in his scent deeply. Xia Yao struggled against his chest and broke free, shoving hard. He straightened his jacket and looked around nervously as passerbys glanced in their direction, frowning at the odd behavior between the two handsome men. Yuan Zong looked at Xia Yao with naked longing.

"Let's go. Quickly!" Yuan Zong urged him to walk along the street while he called for a private car to pick them up. Xia Yao followed, but avoided any attempts of Yuan Zong touching him. It pained his heart and he burned with anger at his sister Yuan Ru. What did she do to him?

#this IS vampire fiction after all #i am assuming a mature audience #advance bravely... fanfic?! #advance bravely #my writing #my bad gifs #yuan zong #xia yao #vampires

[hummingbird-of-light]

~ To bring you home ~

Another shot. Another Saurian brandy. Another whiskey. Another vodka.

Gosh, he was feeling sick to his stomach. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Jim nodded his head to the rhythm of the music. The beat caused his body to move by itself. He couldn’t stop it.

The club. It was the only place he could have escaped to.

Some alcohol, some nice boys and girls, good music. It would certainly cheer him up, wouldn’t it? It always had back in Iowa.

Jim’s vision was getting blurry but he didn’t care. He moved into the crowd and danced with a few girls. He kissed some of them, tasted their lips on his.

It wasn’t the same. It wasn’t like… Spock’s kisses. It wasn’t like the Vulcan’s hands touching him.

No! He couldn’t think of him. After all he was here to… forget about him. To forget about these beautiful brown eyes. These lovely pointed ears. These strong but tender hands.

“Next round’s on me!” Jim yelled loudly and he felt himself getting lifted off the ground by a cheering crowd.

Yeah… they loved him. They all loved the great James Tiberius Kirk.

He smiled to himself as he stared at the colorful lights above his head while the people carried him over to the bar. It was gorgeous. So much better than just seeing the inside of a starship all day. The boring white walls.

“Oi! Let him down!”

A voice. There was a familiar voice trying to drown out the happy noises of the partying people.

Jim swayed when he was let down to the ground and he grinned at the person standing in front of him.

“Scotty, hey. Right on time. Was just about to order another round for everyone,” he slurred and wrapped one arm around the chief engineer, pulling him closer.

“Laddie…”

He knew that Scotty was about to say something which would destroy his oh so perfect mood so Jim quickly pressed his finger against the Scotsman’s lips.

“Shh, shh, shh. What,” he hiccuped, “what do you want? Some Scotch maybe?”

Yeah. Scotty always loved a glass of good ol’ Scotch. Surely he couldn’t say no to it.

“Jimbo, ye gotta stop drinking, mate. I’m here to take ye home.”

Home. What home?

There was nobody there waiting for him. Nobody important anyway.

Spock was gone. His love, his t’hy’la the one person he cared about the most, wasn’t there.

Jim shook his head, feeling even more dizzy than before.

“Nah, just stay here and celebrate with us.”

Kirk turned to the bar keeper to make his order but Scotty grabbed his shoulder and turned him back.

“Ye’ve had enough. Come on.”

Anger started to rise in Jim’s stomach. Who the hell was Scotty to tell him if he had enough? It was none of his business. Jim was a grown man. He could drink as much as he wanted to.

“I won’t leave.”

Scotty grabbed his arm and tried to pull him along but Jim shoved the hand off.

“I’ll stay!”

What didn’t Scott understand about that?

“No, ye won’t. I said I’d bring ye home and I will.”

While Jim had raised his voice, Scotty was still very calm. Despite the dim lighting, Jim could see the pity in his eyes. The damn pity he had seen all day. The damn pity he had tried to escape from.

“You can’t force me. I’m your superior officer.”

He was the captain. He wouldn’t let his CEO order him around when it should be the other way around.

Jim turned once again to the bar and when Scotty grabbed his arm once more, he lost his.

“Jim…”

Kirk swirled around, the fist hitting its target right away.

Scotty’s nose.

It was bleeding. And it looked disfigured.

For a moment Jim was happy about the shocked look on Scott’s face. He had showed him who was in charge. A moment later though, the captain realized what he had done just now.

He had broken his engineer’s nose. He had broken his friend’s nose.

Jim’s eyes widened in surprise at his own actions. How could he do this?

Scotty just stared at him.

“Scotty, I…”

Kirk felt tears swelling in his eyes, remembering the last blood he had seen.

It had been green. And it had been all over the place.

Carefully Jim reached over and wiped away the blood running down Scotty’s face.

He had hurt him. Jim had hurt a person close to him. A person trying to help him.

The captain expected his chief engineer to yell at him or to punch him back. He had all right to do so after all.

But Scotty didn’t say a word. He simply grabbed his friend’s arm once more and started to lead the way.

Jim followed.

It was cold outside the club and he instantly started to shiver. Jim wanted to say something… to apologize for what he had done just now, but no word left his mouth.

He looked at Scotty’s still bleeding face. And suddenly the tears started to fall.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and when Scotty’s arms pulled him into a hug, he couldn’t help but sob like a little child.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Fingers ran through his hair and Jim buried his face in the Scotsman’s shoulder.

“I… I just want Spock.”

His voice was hoarse and he coughed in between the sobs.

“Aye. I know, laddie. I know.”

But Scotty also knew that it was impossible. Even though he didn’t say it out loud.

They both knew the truth. Spock would never be there again for Jim.

“I’m here for ye. And… and Leonard is. And Uhura, Sulu, Chekov…”

Yes… there were people who loved him. People who cared about him. How could Jim just leave them behind? How could he be so stupid?

“We’ll get through this…”

Maybe. Maybe they actually could do it. And even though Jim didn’t know how yet, he knew that someone was there for him, to put him in his place. And… to bring him back home.

#star trek #james t kirk #montgomery scott #spock (mentioned) #major character death #drinking #i’m sorry #this is what happens when i listen to party music #seriously what is wrong with me #posted on ao3

[thatgirltoki]

The taste of liquor on your lips (pt.1)

Miya Atsumu never really liked birthday parties.

Miya Atsumu never really liked his birthday parties. If anyone asked why he would rather just sit in his room and watch movies than throwing a party, he would just shrug it off. No reason really.

But he wasn't about to let Osamu get a party all to himself, so he would tolerate them, smile, wave and make small talk, until he would eventually migrate over to a more secluded area of the party, pretending to enjoy the loud noises and weird glances, or, as the years passed, get absolutely shit-faced and pass out on the nearest available surface that could fit his body, to Suna's uttermost enjoyment (see also "Super Smashed Miya Brothers" folder on Suna's camera roll for more detail). But Miya Atsumu's dislike for birthday parties was just another oddity that made up the weird mysterious personality of the setter.

So as the years went by, he endured all of the parties until he graduated and moved, and finally, he could celebrate his birthday the way he wanted: by not celebrating at all. He would call his brother wait for this brother to call him, receive happy birthday's from friends and those that remembered, some money envelopes sent by aunts and uncles (always much appreciated), and end the day having some nice fatty tuna, alone and content.

No parties, no awkward conversations, no extravaganza.

That is, until she came in and changed everything.

You see, the only reason Miya Atsumu decided to join his brother and throw a medium-sized birthday party was because of her.

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"What yer nervous for 'Tsumu?" Asked the other birthday boy, stopping his twin in his tracks as he walked by him for the 5th time in the last minute, glancing awkwardly at the door and chugging cheap champagne.

The blond swallowed the lump in his throat and turned to face his sibling.

"I-I don't know what yer on about 'Samu. I'm totally fine!" Answered Atsumu, giving his best shot at a normal smile, even though he could feel the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Ohhh, Tsum-tsum is waiting for his guest of honor!" Said Bokuto, suddenly joining the conversation, a sly smile on his face, mirrored by almost all of the members of the team.

"WHAT, I mean what? I'm not, and shut it Bokkun!" Pleaded Atsumu, feeling-with dread- the heat rising from his neck.

"Oh hey Oikawa-san!" Suddenly said Meian, causing Atsumu to turn around with break back speed to face the door, only to realize he had fallen for a trap.

All of the guest erupted in laughter, as the setter's face caught on fire, becoming less of the fearless Dual Wielder, and more of a very nervous and betrayed tomato.

"CAPTAIN! HOW COULD YER DO ME LIKE THIS" Asked Atsumu, now seeming in the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry buddy, I just couldn't let this one pass" Apologetic, Meian patted the younger man on the head.

"Oikawa-san...WAIT. Yer guest of honor is Oikawa Toki?!?" Osamu asked, in utter shock.

"NO! THERE ARE NO GUESTS OF HONOR. We just... recently became friends and, I don't know... I want to make a good impression. Nothing more." Said Atsumu, mostly staring at his shoes the whole time.

"Tsum-tsum! Don't be like that! No one is gonna judge you for having a thing for Toki!" Added Bokuto, earning grunts of approval and nods from the guests.

"Yeah Atsumu! Oikawa-san is a very nice girl, and a great captain!" Contributed Meian.

"Yeah, I remember seeing her at the Spring Nacs back in high school. If she's as hot now as she was then, I definitely won't be one to judge you" Said Suna, who wanted to rile up his blonde friend (who immediately glared at him) but was genuinely curious about the situation.

"Oh Toki-san looks great! Somehow she looks prettier every time I see her" commented Hinata, earning shocked looks from some (including Kageyama, who promptly choked on his drink)

"She's funny!"

"Super well achieved!"

"Olympic medalist!"

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT CAN WE PLEASE STOP TALKIN' ABOUT HOW GREAT SHE IS? I KNOW ALL THAT AND I DOESN'T MATTER CUZ DON'T HAVE A THING FOR TOKI!" Atsumu interrupted, the exasperation causing him to raise his voice more than necessary.

"Oh, Hey Toki!" Said Bokuto, standing up and waving.

" Quit it Bokun. I'm not gonna fall fer that aga..."

And he heard her.

The blood drained from his face as all of the guest slowly turned to face the new arrival.

Gulping, the blond faced her.

She looked dazzling beyond words.

'Fuck' was his only thought.

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Author Notes:

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this short write. This is part of the Oikawa Toki story, she's one of my favorite OCs. I'll be posting a facts sheet for her eventually, but in case you are wondering this happens several years in the future from the first 3 posts, all characters are aged up, and if you're confused as to why the romantic interest seemed to be Kuroo but changed to Atsumu well... a bunch of sh*t happens in the in-between, I will write it all out eventually but yeah. That's that.

Have a good day, week, month, year,

be kind people :)

#haikyuu!! #anime #miya atsumu #atsumu imagines #atsumu fluff #atsumu x oc #haikyuu oc #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader

[xoknowssmut]

Sister Knows Best

Their mom was raped when she was 19. The courts let him off because she was alone. At night. Wearing a skirt and a shirt that showed her midriff.

She had twins. A boy and a girl. And she decided if she had anything to say about it. her son would not be a rapist. Her son would respect women.

She loved them equally until he was eleven. Until she smelled that telltale scent on his sheets. And she knew he was becoming a man. And he needed to be dealt with.

That's when she bought the chastity cage.

She put it on him that night as he sleep, extra drowsy from the bit of rum she had added to his drink at dinner. And when he woke up, he wondered why he couldn't play with his favorite toy.

"Having a penis is a responsibility," she said. "And you'll learn to be responsible with yours. That's the purpose of this."

She flicked her finger against his testicles, and he dropped to the floor. "And these," she said, "are here to teach you discipline, to teach you when you've done something wrong. Because it'd be so easy to lose them."

"Look at him," she said to her daughter as she watched the whole display. "That is man's weakness. Learn how to use it and you will never be hurt by one."

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. Whispers at school made his life rough. Attention in the showers at gym made his life hell. Rumors spread by girls and guys alike made his life lonely.

And flicked fingers by his sister reminded him he was the subordinate in the family. His were the tedious chores. The ones that required physical labor and the ones that required attention to great detail. And each failure incurred another painful reminder of what hung between his legs. Usually at his sister, unless it was bad.

Then both his mom and sister would teach him. In the most painful of ways.

Still, the promise of when he turned 18, when he could leave the house, take off this damned device, and be a normal man.

On his eighteenth birthday, his mother and sister got him a key-shaped cake. To celebrate his pending release. They celebrated.

And he never noticed the taste in his drink.

He woke up tied to the bed. Spread naked. And still in his cage.

"There's one more lesson, dear son, before we take off that cage. Before we let you be your own man. And," his mother said, "before you leave this house for good.

His sister came into the room with a pair of channel locks. She idly clicked them open and closed as she looked at him. Looked at his crotch.

"You have two of those evil, evil things between your legs," his mother said. "And they're used for discipline. And we will use them one more time."

His sister put his left testicle between the channel lock opening as his mother continued to speak. "You were born with two, but really, you only need one. So this will be a reminder. They can be taken away. There is something worse than being in a cage."

And his sister clamped hard on his left nut, feeling it flatten to mush in his sack. He screamed, the worst pain he'd ever felt, before passing out on the bed.

He woke up a while later, his scrotum swollen to three times its usual size. His mother was holding his head, smoothing his hair. "I'm sorry we had to do that. But you need to know. Should you let that beast between your legs control you, should you let it hurt others, you'll lose your last testicle."

She took the key to his cage off his key ring, and brought it too him. He was still tied up, and he watched in horror as she passed the key to his sister.

"He's your responsibility now, darling daughter. Make sure he obeys."