#like if he’s already answered the question 1000 times why do you need to ask it again it’s just lazy fucking journalism

[from-the-clouds]

pedro pascal has/has had an incredibly fascinating career and I’d love to hear him talk more about what draws him to certain roles or what his process looks like but all interviewers seem to be able to do is to beg him to call himself daddy and ask him if he watches edits of himself

#like there’s nothing wrong with thinking he’s hot or making edits but good fucking god let this man talk about SOMETHING ELSE #I KNOW he has more interesting shit to say #like if he’s already answered the question 1000 times why do you need to ask it again it’s just lazy fucking journalism #if you can even consider it that!!! #the mandalorian #the last of us #Pedro pascal

[bluebeary-jay]

CONGRATS!!! 1000 FOLLOWERS IS SO AWESOME AND I'M HAPPY FOR YOU!!🥰🩷

For the celebration I'm thinking Joel has lived in Jackson for months and has a bad reputation so people mostly avoid him and he always keeps to himself. BUT reader is the exception, always with a big smile and really polite to him (and he has a terrible crush on her). She always sees him alone at the bar looking around and seeming dislocated and decides to ask him "may I have this dance" cause she likes him too, but he panic and refuses. Later he realizes he's missing his chance with her and tries to fix it. Just some nice fluff (with age gap please🙏)

HIIIII SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT NONNIE

(okay so I'm back-ish, I apologize to everyone for disappearing but i had a rough couple of weeks and had to deal with a lot of stuff. i actually finished this fic some time ago but didn't have strength to post it but i'm more ready now so here you go <3 i hope you'll like it, i had a lot of fun writing it!! and thank you for requesting!! love you 🥰)

Joel Miller was a recluse. Everyone knew that, though not many were aware that he didn’t exactly choose this kind of life for himself.

He really hoped that things would get better after he settled down in Jackson with Ellie, but the residents of the town made it very clear that they didn’t want his company. It stung a little, especially since Joel didn’t think he gave them any reason to be wary of him, but he hid his hurt well. With time he got used to nasty whispers, people giving him a wide berth and basically everyone but Tommy and Ellie avoiding him. It was unpleasant, sure, but he learned to just deal with it.

Well, there was also you.

Joel had no clue what your deal was. Why you weren’t shying away from him like your fellow peers and why you went out of your way to always catch him into a conversation or smile at him whenever you saw him.

“I think she’s crushin’ on ya,” Tommy told him once during a dinner at his house. Ellie and Maria weren’t present, the latter showing the teen some clothes she might want – and thank fuck for that. Joel would murder his little brother if he said such nonsense in their presence.

“The hell you’re talkin’ about?” he spluttered, his eyebrows furrowed when Tommy sent him a smug, knowing grin. The question was completely unnecessary, of course, since they were already talking about you, but still Joel hoped he somehow misinterpreted his brother’s words.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Joel.” He sprawled out on the chair, still with that stupid smirk. “I really think she’s into you. I’d ask her out if I were you.”

“There’s no… I assure you she isn’t.”

“But if she was–”

“She’s not. Now can I eat my meal in peace?” Joel placed his hands on the table, but Tommy shook his head.

“But you like her, right? She’s nice.”

Joel sighed. “Yeah, she is.”

“And pretty.”

That Joel didn’t fall for. He glared at his brother.

“Jesus, Tommy, let me have it. I’m lucky she even wants to talk to me, with all her friends tellin’ her I’m bad news and me being half her age older.”

His eyes became solemn and voice took a lower, quieter tone, which told Tommy the matter was hitting Joel harder than he let on. He sat up straight, getting rid of the teasing smile.

“Alrigh’. Sorry for bringin’ it up.” Joel sighed and nodded, signifying that everything was okay. “I just want you to be happy, y’know. Maybe you should give yourself a chance.”

The older Miller didn’t answer and took a big swig of whiskey out of his glass.

The problem was, he didn’t need Tommy to tell him all that. Joel would have to be blind and stupid not to notice how breathtakingly beautiful you are, and this, combined with your intelligence, passion and sense of humor, was his ultimate undoing. Every time he talked with you, it was all he could do to hide the redness in his cheeks and the weakness in his knees.

But he did. ‘Cause, let’s be real – even though Joel recognized he had a terrible crush on you (though it took him weeks to make peace with this fact) he knew there was no way in hell you’d find him even a fraction as attractive as he found you. He was almost twice your age,  for heaven’s sake, and such a young, gorgeous woman as you would never agree to throw her life away to be with an old man.

But God knew that with each day you broke down his walls, the desire to kiss you was becoming more and more agonizing. Every smile you sent his way worked only to feed his imagination of how soft your lips would surely be if he could only brush his thumb across it, not to mention touch them with his own. He wondered how your hands, so much smaller than his calloused ones, would feel on his stomach or shoulders. How it would be to embrace you with his arms, skin to skin and without any layers in-between.

Those were not the thoughts he should be having, especially in public – yet here he was, several days after his conversation with Tommy, imagining impossible while he watched you laughing on the dance floor with your friend. You looked so carefree, so happy and full of life, your energy only reminding Joel sourly of his own old age.

He noticed you glancing his way several times throughout the evening but he knew it didn’t mean anything, it would never mean anything other than your innocent friendliness. So he just quickly looked away lest you realize he was staring.

Joel took a swing from his glass and looked around the bar, trying to take his mind off you – fruitlessly. His eyes still darted back to you every few seconds, involuntarily roaming over your exposed skin visible under the nice outfit you picked for tonight. It was driving Joel insane with longing and need, and all he could think of was the mental image of how kissing and touching you gently would feel like.

Bet you’d feel so perfect under his palms.

He closed his eyes and propped up his forehead on his fist, trying to tune out the music and all the distracting background noises.

Keep it together. 

He had to remember that he was way too old to be this enamored with a young, pretty girl like you. You would surely be repulsed if you had any clue about what was going on in his head, and some of the thoughts he had–

Then, Joel felt a light touch on his shoulder and lo and behold – there you were, standing right in front of him with a bright smile, as if summoned by his thoughts.

“Hi,” you said, tilting your head in that endearing way that made his insides tighten. “What are you doing here alone, cowboy?”

Joel prayed that he wasn’t blushing, though his hope diminished increasingly when your eyes wandered curiously across his features. Your eyebrows rose slightly and he cursed internally.

Fuck, you were so beautiful.

“M’not…” He cleared his throat and started again. “M’waitin’ for Tommy. He had to sort somethin’ out with… uh, someone.” He drummed his fingers against the table but stopped immediately, not wanting to give you an impression that the conversation with you was boring him. “You don’t have to do it, darlin’.”

You gave him a puzzled look, and he explained. “Y’know. Hang out with me. The people like to talk nasty things and I don’t wanna expose you to that.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged with a sweet smile which Joel could kill for just to see it one more time. “And I… enjoy spending time with you.“

It didn’t mean anythin’. You were just bein’ friendly.

But even though he kept repeating it to himself like a mantra, Joel could not take his eyes off you. You were a vision – your profile bathed in the soft lights of the bar, your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked over your shoulder, deep in thought, at the stereo tower. The current song’s notes died down and a new one, much slower and romantic, started to play. You took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh. “Actually I wanted to ask you something. If you don’t mind.”

“Ask away, darlin’.” He offered you a small smile, hoping to put you at ease, and you wetted your lips – which nearly gave him a heart attack and caused him to almost miss your next words.

“May I have this dance?”

Joel’s world stopped for a moment. He was in the middle of lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips but his muscles stiffened and the tumbler slipped out of his cold fingers. It didn’t shatter, but the rich liquid spilled all over the table. Your eyes flickered to the overturned glass, but Joel didn’t pay it any mind, too stunned to look at anything else but you.

“C-come again?” he stuttered, his voice strained and small. In the corner of his eye he noticed people at the next table glancing their way, alarmed by the noise, but he forced his attention back to you.

“This is my favorite song,” you explained shyly, an adorable blush spreading across your cheeks and neck. “So… may I have this dance, Joel?”

Now the people sitting around them definitely heard that, because they started smirking and whispering, and one person went to another group standing nearby on the dance floor. Joel felt his own face growing hot as he watched them pointing not-so-discreetly in his direction.

It was like the most wonderful dream and the most horrible nightmare come true at the same time.

He couldn’t do it. There was no way, not in front of all the people of Jackson who hated and despised him. He didn’t want to give them a show to gossip about or worse, subject you to their disdain.

But you still stood in front of his chair with an innocent, hopeful smile, though you started to shuffle the longer Joel was silent. The song – your favorite, supposedly – was passing in the background but you kept waiting patiently for an answer to your question.

He had to come up with something. Or just explain to you that he doesn’t dance – the sweet little thing you were, you’d probably understand and not pressure him into doing it. At least he hoped so.

C’mon, say somethin’.

“No.”

Your face fell instantly and Joel’s eyes widened at the mortifying realization of what just came out of his mouth.

Anythin’ but THAT.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds in the silence of the bar before your eyes started to glisten and you averted your gaze. Someone to Joel’s left snickered derisively and in the next second whispers erupted all around you two. You seemed to shrink in yourself, embarrassment and regret marking your beautiful face, and Joel’s heart almost broke when a tear slipped from your eye, and then another one fell down your other cheek.

“Okay,” you murmured, wiping the treacherous tears quickly and keeping your gaze trained on the floor. “Sorry. Sorry.”

You turned on your heel and went to exit the establishment, your step gradually turning into a run when the giggles and whispers around you became louder. The door swung open on the winter wind and just like that, you were gone.

Then all eyes turned to Joel – and the shame Joel felt increased at least tenfold.

He saw Tommy standing up and walking toward him from the other side of the room with worry written all over his face, but Joel didn’t stick around to hear what he had to say. He stood up and left through the same door you did, glaring threateningly at anyone stupid enough to still snicker at the situation they witnessed.

Ten minutes later Joel was standing in front of your door, trying to keep his knocking below the ‘desperate’ level.

He realized that he had to tell you. He intended to keep the feelings he harbored for you bottled up for the rest of his life but you needed to know the reason why he turned you down. You needed to hear from him that he cared about you, that it wasn’t some malicious act toward you but sheer cowardice stemming from the problem that he was madly in love with you.

“Hello? It’s… it’s Joel,” he choked out through his tight throat as he knocked again, a little louder this time. “Darlin’, can I talk to you?”

No response came, though he saw the lights in your house were on, and Joel had to take a deeper breath to calm his nerves. He prayed that he hadn’t completely screwed it up, but for now all the evidence spoke against him.

You wanted to dance with him. You gathered your courage just to ask him for a dance and he said no.

Joel knew he lost his chance. He lost you. You were his only friend in town and he somehow managed to fuck everything up with just one word.

He was so lost in his wallowing in despair that he almost missed the door opening slightly. In the gap of the doorway he caught a glimpse of your iris – and though it was only for a split second, Joel could clearly see that your eye was red. A pang of guilt pierced his chest but once you saw it was him, you shut the door again.

“No, darlin’, please. Please, just let me explain.” A wave of desperation and fear threatened to drown him and Joel’s heart clenched in his chest. “I’m so sorry, I acted like an asshole but I never wanted to hurt you, I just… I-I panicked.”

He was babbling, not even knowing if you were still there on the other side of the door, but the desperate and remorseful words were spilling out of him like a waterfall.

“I’m so sorry. Sweetheart…” Joel sighed, putting his hand on the cold wood of the door and listening for a couple of seconds, but there was no sound coming from inside. “Please. I’m beggin’ you, open the door.”

Then he heard something – a sound like blowing one’s nose. Joel froze for one, two… three seconds, and nearly collapsed in relief when you unlocked the door.

“You can come in,” you said, but didn’t meet his eyes. “You’re probably freezing, no?”

Joel nodded, feeling his throat going dry at the sorrowful sight of you. He crossed the threshold, closing the front door quietly behind him and looked you over. You hadn’t changed out of that pretty outfit of yours yet, although it was now covered by a long cardigan that you draped over your shoulders. In your hand you held a crumpled tissue but quickly pocketed it when Joel’s eyes fell on it.

He opened his mouth with a sharp inhale but before he could apologize, you beat him to it.

“I’m sorry for that,” you blurted out and glanced up at him but quickly looked down at the floor again. “I shouldn’t have asked you to dance in front of all those people and I overreacted because then everyone was looking at me… Look, it wasn’t even that big of a deal so don’t read into it. Everything is fine.”

“No, it’s not,” he said softly and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “You have nothin’ to apologize for. I’m sorry for embarrassin’ you. I panicked ‘cause I–”

“It’s fine,” you muttered again. “Just forget it.”

“I can’t. Listen, sweetheart, I panicked ‘cause I wish I could let myself read into it.”

Your head snapped up and Joel swallowed heavily, realizing how stupid that sounded.

“What I mean–” Fuck, he really was shit at talking so openly about these stuff. “I… I have feelings for ya. Had ‘em for a long time now but I never planned on actin’ on ‘em ‘cause I know I’m too old and you’d never…”

“You’re… really?” you asked with wide eyes, but he tuned your words out, fearing that you were going to kick him out at any second.

“I’m only tellin’ you all this ‘cause I need you to know I care about ya and I didn’t say ‘no’ outta malice or… or ‘cause I don’t like you. I do. Too much, I’m afraid.”

You were staring at him, mouth agape and silent. Joel didn’t move, awaiting your reaction – whether you tell him to get out or scream how disgusting he was, he was going to take it. And then, if you never want to see him again, he’ll accept it. One day. But he doubted his heart would ever recover.

“Let me fix it,” he begged, his voice just above a whisper when you didn’t give any reaction to his confession. “Please, darlin’.”

Your eyes skimmed over his face as you hummed to yourself, almost irritably calm. Joel swallowed, the weight of guilt and anticipation pulling him down – and he was ready to fall to his knees before you when finally you lifted your hand to brush his lower lip with your fingertips, so delicately he could barely feel it. He froze and tried not to breathe, not wanting to cause you to pull away.

“I noticed something when you were rambling,” you said with a hint of reflection. Joel had no idea what was happening or why were you acting that way, but he daren’t move. He briefly entertained a thought that he was dreaming, but then his attention got caught by the sight of the corner of your lips twitching slightly, as if you were keeping yourself from laughing.

His chest expanded with hope so strong, it was almost unbearably painful.

“What is it?” he forced himself to speak, the nerves making his voice weak and raspy.

“Your accent gets heavier when you’re nervous,” you mused, as though to yourself, now trailing your fingertips down his stubbly cheek. “It’s cute.”

His heart lurched at your words. You gazed up at him and absently bit your lip, which Joel found downright sinful.

“Do you have any idea how long it took me to gather the courage to make the first move?” Your words were bitter, but there was a trace of relief in your voice. Joel let your fingers wander across the lines of his jaw and cheekbones, wishing he had enough boldness to touch you like that, too, but suddenly, your hand stilled and your eyes met his again. “Did you mean it? The things you said?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, his own fingers twitching as he restrained himself from reaching for you. His head was spinning, trying to comprehend the meaning of your actions and words. “But do you–”

You touched his lips lightly again, silencing his question, and your features slowly were overtaken by a large, bright smile, which seemed to lift all the heavy weight of worry from Joel’s shoulders.

“You wanted to fix it, right?” you asked in a teasing whisper. He nodded. “Then just ask me.”

You weren’t angry. You weren’t pulling away.

You wanted to dance with him and you gathered the courage to do so, and now Joel had to do the same. He couldn’t waste this second chance you gave him.

The corner of his lips quirked upwards and he exhaled shakily.

“May I have this dance?”

You pursed your lips to hide your joy and side-eyed him, but your eyes were sparkling with playfulness. “You know, I think I should respond the same way you did. Just to be fair.”

“Sweetheart, don’t play with this old man’s heart,” he whispered and smiled shyly when you giggled at the exasperation but also uncertainty in his voice. Joel still felt kind of out of it, too stunned to trust his mind that this was really happening – but the sound of your laughter brought him right back to Earth, to the place he wanted to be more than anywhere else.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Miller.” You took his hand and brought it to your hip, making Joel’s breath hitch in his throat and cheeks grow warm. His reaction didn’t get past you, and you smiled at him so radiantly that his world started to spin. Then your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your body against his. “But you’ll have some atoning to do.”

His throat was dry, but Joel returned your shy smile, stepping to the side and guiding you carefully to the thumping rhythm of his heart.

And a couple of minutes later, after more hushed apologies and assurances during your slow-dancing, Joel placed his hand on your cheek, almost letting out a relieved whimper when you nuzzled your face into his palm.

And after another few minutes went by, when he leaned in and you didn’t stop his lips from meeting yours, he knew he was a goner.

He couldn’t get rid of the big smile on his face – perhaps the first real one since arriving in Jackson all those months ago.

#bluebeary-jay's 1k party #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller fluff #peepaw needs some love and we need a volunteer #joel miller x you #the last of us #i love writing joel so shy and fumbling over his words #he might be an unstoppable force and ready to kill people without batting an eye but he WILL blush while talking to a pretty girl

[myunghology]

— PROJECT : 200 SPECIAL! all playable genshin boys x gn! reader. minus razor,because dude ion know how to write for him..sorry razor simps “you like me, don't you?” ,, alphabetical order! help me reach 1000 likes/reblogs on one post! likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

ALBEDO

the male hummed at that state, not phased, it was to be expected, if he had to be honest. he might as well admit it, if you were asking already. "indeed, i do." he says, still focusing on the project he was doing, taking a quick glance at you, you didn't expect that answer, huh?

AYATO

ayato is a pretty mischievous soul, you'd say about him, a light teaser as well. what did you expect? he didn't see that question coming as well. his eyes widened slightly at that state, looking around, "..well, maybe i do" he sang, what did he mean by that? does he or does he not? he left you there just wondering.

BENNETT

he sweat drops, did you finally realize? how did you catch on that fast? maybe you'd reject him if he'd say anything, because of his bad luck, he might say. your answer will be unexpected to him, "..i don't." he swallows nervously, he does. he doesn't want to admit it. "are you sure? because im pretty sure i like you back." his eyes lightened.

CHILDE

"what's with the sudden question, hm?" childe tilts his head sideways, "im just curious, you don't seem surprised though." you shrugged, a tiny pout forming on your lips. "what are you gonna do if i do like you?" he comes closer, eye to eye contact with a harbinger. what're you gonna do with him?

CHONGYUN

he's nervous, be slowly turns his head, eyes closed, a teeny tiny sweat forming on his forehead, is that even possible? "maybe.." he mumbles, opening his eyes a bit, lookin away from you, but then realized your smiling face, as he softened up.

DILUC

he's pretty shocked about the sudden question, but he doesn't show it, he's just wiping wine glasses with his eyes closed, he opened one eye, not turning back at you, but, maybe he could answer. you already knew, what was the point of denying it? "i do, is there a problem?" your eyes widened, "n—no.."

GOROU

his ears twitched, you already got your answer, but, you weren't sure, was the ear twitch a sign of you already knew, or a sign that he doesn't actually like you back. and that he's just shocked by the question. blushing furiously, he admitted that he did.

ITTO

how'd you know. did one of the gang members tell you? was it shinobu? very likely it was her.. what a tease. his eye brows furrowed as his eye twitched, he turned to you, while you were leaning on the door frame. "hm?" you tilted your head, waiting for a answer. he froze. "hell yeah i do." what else did you expect, honestly?

KAEYA

he's raises an eyebrow, a smug smile forming on his lips, he went closer to your face as you backed away, a sweat drop forming on your forehead, "if i do?" you backed away some more, "nothing.. im just, wondering.." you close your eyes, preparing for something unexpected, he kissed your forehead, something unexpected indeed.

KAZUHA

he smiles at your sudden question, eyes closed, the flowing of wind suddenly got softer, the perfect timing, huh? his bangs moving slightly, "looks like the wind knows my answer already, hm?" you smiled softly, kazuha reaching out a hand to you.

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

jokes on you he's the one asking. but in this case, he isn't, he already found out what you were gonna say, so, you came around sometime in his office, leaning against the wall, but then you were cut off. "yes, i like you, okay? happy?" he smiled softly, a red tint seen on your cheeks.

THOMA

the male shivered at that question, scratching his nape, sending you a nervous smile. "well— you already know, don't you? why are you asking?" poor him, he almost stumbled off the chair because of how you said you liked him back as well.

VENTI

he smiled at that question, "do you want me to make up a song for my answer?" your eyes widened, "ah— no need, are you drunk? shouldn't have asked at this time, heh." he shrugged, "im perfectly sober, why do you think im drunk? hah." he closed his eyes. he's definitely drunk.

XINGQIU

xingqius eyes moved up from his book, facing you, he raised an eyebrow, a small laugh coming from him, "oh? i suppose you've already found out, what's your answer?" now he's the one asking you, looking at your flushed face, he removed the book from his hands, smiling, because you said you like him back.

XIAO

"..you are making such a state for a human being like you." he scoffed as you looked down, maybe you were mistaken, you wanted to get out of his sight, embarrassed, you walked down the stairs of wangshuu, as you felt a strong grip holding your hand. "..but, it doesn't mean i don't like you, im sorry."

ZHONGLI

he was just sipping on a warm cup of tea, while you were there with him, but then you had to give him that question while you were closing your eyes, "hmm." he hesitated for awhile, you sweat dropped because of the hot tea, and questioning why you had the guts to ask that. "of course i do." you almost spat your tea.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin x gender neutral reader #albedo x reader #ayato x reader #bennett x reader #childe x reader #chongyun x reader #diluc x reader #gorou x reader #itto x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #thoma x reader #venti x reader #xingqiu x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 7

MASTERLIST

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6

Roy Kent x Reader

Little wait for this one, I wanted Chapter 6 to marinade a bit 😂

More spicy spice so enjoy!

Chapter 7

The next day you were again woken shortly before 4am again with a breathtaking kiss.

“Oi, not fair. Did you know I’m statistically less prepared to defend myself from some weirdo attacking me at this stupid time in the morning?” You roll over, mumbling into the pillow. You remember that he doesn't even need to be awake, "also, why the hell are you awake? Go back to sleep. You’ve got a match later." He doesn't respond, so you open one eye, 

"How do you know that?" He asks, pulling you against him. 

"Saw it on Tiktok. Sleep now." You nudge him, wiggling back down. 

"Stop wiggling." He says, his voice low in your ear. You stop, and close your eyes but after a few minutes it's clear that you are, unfortunately, awake. You sigh. "What now?"

"You woke me up." You complain. “If you think I’m going to be woken up at 4am every morning, you are very much mistaken,” he slips a hand over your thigh, pulls your leg up and hooks it back over his own, opening you up to him. His hand comes back around to your centre, “I will just never spend a night with you again and-” you cut off with a gasp as he slips two fingers inside you and pumps so agonisingly slowly,

“You were sayin’?” He kisses the back of your neck and you arch your body towards him.

“I’m not staying again.”

“No?” You feel him rock hard against your back and your willpower is all but gone. “Sure about that?”

“No, ohhh fuck, Roy-”

“No,” he laughs softly, “didn’t think so.” You roll onto your back and pull him over you, pressing your heels into the back of his thighs to guide him into you. It’s still so dark in his room that you can hardly see him so you let your hands lead you. Up his arms, over his broad back, down to squeeze his thigh, back up and into his hair. He matches you with each roll of your hips. It’s slow and lazy and there’s so little space between you both that the friction is to die for. The darkness makes you both quieter, his whispered affirmations, praise and moans are dizzying. He takes you over the edge with him and you’re both asleep again almost instantly.

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Roy had suggested that you stay again. He had said that while pressed against the glass of a shared shower with you on your knees for him, though. His hands had tangled in your hair and he'd garbled promises you weren't sure he'd remember in five minutes, let alone five hours so you weren’t actually sure where you were staying that night. You were going to the match at midday with Sara and Phoebe which meant coded conversations over Phoebe’s head.

“Go on then.” She prompts.

“What?”

“No.” She points, “no. I got blank stares from him yesterday until I mentioned your name and he went all doe eyed. What’s going on?”

“If you’ve spoken with him then surely you already know?” You suggest, trying not to smile. She glares at you and you’re suddenly worried that she’s not ok with any of this. “Ok, fine. I popped in to see him the other night after I’d taken Lex to her dads… I may have stayed the night. And last night as well. And possibly tonight - yet to be confirmed.” You had to whisper most of your reply so Phoebe didn’t catch on. “Shit, are you mad?"

"No! Fuck, sorry, it's the Kent genes - resting bitch face. God, I'm not mad! I have like 1000 questions - at least 997 I don't want to know the answer to since,” she dropped to a dramatic whisper, “he's my brother.” She grinned and gestured down to Phoebe, “She’s going to be so happy!” She mouthed. “Are you ok? I mean, I’m assuming the answer is yes, since you stayed more than one night and didn’t leave immediately?” She cackled. You nod, stealing a glance down at the pitch as the halftime whistle sounds. Roy turns to the stands as the teams filter off the pitch to catch your eye.

“Yeah, so far so good. It’s… different.” Sara cocks an eyebrow.

“Now I’m in torn territory - do I want to know or not?” You wave her off,

“No! I mean, yes, that’s very different too - I’m not used to feeling so…” you flap your hands around a bit, trying to find the right words, “wanted?” you whisper. “In all ways. But y’know, it’s very, very early days. I have no idea what’s going to happen, or how it’s going to go. I’m just trying to protect myself, and Lexie.” She smiles at you,

“I think you wouldn’t have gone over there if you were that unsure. You wouldn’t just, y’know, do that with anybody. And neither would he.” She points out.

“Yeah?”

“Remember what we said at the beach? Honestly, that’s not his style.” You know it’s true so you concede and carry on with watching the match. The team wins - they’re so close to winning the whole thing, the whole town feels like it’s on tenterhooks.

“Congratulations.” You smile after the match, you can see in how he clenches and unclenches his fist that he wants to touch you, but Phoebe is bouncing up and down on his other arm chattering on about how she can’t wait to see Jamie. 

“We’re going back to mums, you coming?”

“Only if you want me there?” Phoebe spots Jamie through the crowd and races after him, Sara has to book it after her. His hand finds the small of your back guiding you over to them,

“I want you every fucking where.” He whispers in your ear as you reach the others. You have a fun but fraught afternoon, Jamie comes too and you can see how he keeps engaging Phoebe. You're not sure whether it’s a help or hindrance having him around. He keeps Phoebe and her nan occupied enough that Roy can use any excuse to find little ways to touch you, but he’s also very perceptive and can’t seem to fathom why one of Phoebe’s friend’s mums is there. Sara claims you as her best friend and it appeases him. You’re very nearly caught with Roy’s hand halfway up your top in the far end of the kitchen but just as Jamie is about to turn and see you, Phoebe calls out to him to get his attention. By the time he turns back around, there’s a couple of strategic metres between you both. Your phone buzzes late on with a message. 

Please tell me you’re stopping at mine again. You smirk and fire off a reply,

Is that you asking nicely?

I asked nicely this morning

Surprised you can remember anything you said this morning

I remember everything about this morning

You look up to see him trying to hide a smile behind his beer bottle. You’re barely inside the front door when he’s backing you against the wall and there’s probably some kind of record beaten in just how quickly he makes you come.

~~~~~~~~

The kids are back at school, you haven’t enjoyed a 4am wake up for three days, you’re still jobless, you’re expected at a gala with Roy’s co-workers in two days, and you still haven’t found anything to wear. He’s offered his card (multiple times) for you to ‘buy whatever the fuck you want as long as I can take it off’. Switchover day for Lexie is tomorrow, closely followed by the gala. It’s been a busy few days so despite school runs you haven’t even seen Roy for a good few days. Sara has collected Lexie on your behalf so you swing by on your way home to pick her up. You peek around to say hello to the girls sprawled out on the sofa and then you’re dragged to the far end of the kitchen.

“So the Gala huh?"

"He told you?"

"He said you were stressing over what to wear, suggested I take you to find something while he hangs out with the kids this evening." At that, the front door opened. "I'll let you have a couple of minutes alone since you haven't seen each other for such a long time." She rolled her eyes in jest. 

"You're both sneaky." You point out as Roy's arms wrap around you. 

"Not true," he says into your ear. "Thanks, dickhead." He smiles at his sister. Sara gives him a little salute and grabs some snacks to take to the girls. You turn in his arms, "Fuck, I missed you."

"I missed you. Had to watch that press conference for a fix, and then you made me cry." You laugh. 

"I need to try and keep my hands off you for half a week. Think I’ll manage as long as they're on you as much as possible for the other half a week."

"Deal." You may have been apart for half a week, but you've spoken every day. 'Lexie' days are in his calendar for at least the next few weeks. "I have a big problem." You whisper, he looks down between you both making you snigger. "No, you idiot. My problem is that it's been way too long since you last kissed me."

"Shit, that is a big problem," he agrees.

"It gets worse," you pause for dramatic effect, "If you do it now, I'm not going to want you to stop and we'll get in trouble with your sister and the kids."

"I mean, that sounds like a problem for you more than me. Cos I'm going to fucking kiss you anyway."

"You have to be in charge of stopping then." He's halfway to kissing you when he stops, 

"I think I like the sound of that a bit too much." You smirk and meet him in the middle, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Right, that’s time up.” Sara came back through with her eyes covered. “We’ve got to go and get you something wonderful to wear.” Roy reluctantly lets you go with a final kiss, and then goes to make his presence known with the girls. You’re barely out the door when they’ve put a tiara on his head.

~~~~~~~~

You’re not having much luck with a dress.

“This one?” You step out of the changing room for what feels like the millionth time.

“Nah, too plain.”

“I hate this. Is it too late to just not go?” You go back behind the curtain and take the dress off. There’s two more left to try, one baby pink and one royal blue. Chelsea blue you think, taking the dress from the hanger.

“You can’t not go, he wants you there. Plus, think of the afterparty” She winks before making a fake vomiting sound. “God, it pains me to have to think about my brother in this context.”

“Ha! Sorry. Oh holy fucking shit.” You squeak.

“What? Ugh it’s not the pink one is it? I only picked that one up because the sales assistant suggested it. Is it gross?” She laughs. You step out of the changing room and her jaw drops. “Fucking hell. Hang on, stay there, what’s your shoe size?”

“6, why?” She disappears back into the shop and is back in a matter of seconds,

“I saw these on our way in here. They’re perfect.” She hands you the highest gold glitter heels you’ve ever seen and you step up into them, holding her hands for balance. She steps well back to take in the full effect. “That’s it - that’s the one. And it’s Chelsea blue, he’s going to lose his fucking mind.” You look in the full length mirror,

“The slit?”

“Is perfect, stop worrying.”

“The neckline?”

“He’s seen you naked love, it’s perfect. You are wearing the shit out of it.”

“It costs half my mortgage Sara!” You look at the tag.

“If I recall correctly, I’m under strict instructions to tell you - and this is word for word, obviously, ‘that’s not your fucking problem, buy the dress’. Such an eloquent man, my brother.” You’re torn,

“I’m not a charity case Sara,”

“I know. Look, he does this, it’s not about the money or thinking you're not independent or any of that shit. What it boils down to for him is that he’s taking away something that’s worrying you - he does it for me. Like picking Phoebe up from school for me, or training Jamie at 4am every sodding day. He finds the thing that’s worrying the people he cares about, and he tries to fix it.” Your eyes swim with tears and you hold your hands up in defeat.

“Ok, I get it. Worry eliminated.”

“Atta girl. Now, let’s go home.” 

“I got rejections from the two interviews I had last week.” You tell her suddenly, the words tumbling from you.

“Ohh lovely, come here,” she pulled you into a hug and you cry on her shoulder,

“I just feel like such an idiot, why did I quit with nothing to go to? And I don’t want Roy to think I’m some sort of golddigger.”

“Why would he think that? He might be a total knob sometimes, but he’s not an idiot. I take it you haven’t told him yet?” You shake your head. 

“Come on. Let’s go, a Roy Kent cuddle makes everything better.” You smile at her,

“A Sara one is pretty good too. Thank you.”

Roy has one child snuggled up on either side of him with a bowl of popcorn on his lap and Encanto on when you get back to Sara’s. You manage to take a very quick photo before any of them spots you. 

“Mum!”

“Hiya poppet. Ready to go?”

“I’ll take you.” You flash him a smile,

“Thank you.” You pack Lexie’s stuff up and say goodbye to Sara and Phoebe, and are outside your front door all too soon. For some reason, Lexie is lingering around the front door so you're forced to wave Roy off with a smile.

“Laters Lex.”

“See ya Roy,” she grins at him. He disappears up the path and you start hustling her upstairs to get ready for bed. She’s still jumping on your bed when the door goes again.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back - start getting ready for your bath please.” You nip down the stairs and pull open the door. Roy Kent is back on your doorstep. “Oh my god, are you the Roy Kent? The really fit coach for Richmond?” You ask excitedly.

“Depends, can I have a kiss if I say yes?”

“Depends how long you make me wait for another one.”

“Tomorrow any good for you?” He leans on the doorframe.

“I can do tomorrow.”

“Good.”

“Good.” You tug at the bottom of his t-shirt and he steals an arm around your back to pull you into a deep, crushing kiss.

“Tomorrow?” He asks when he’s finally let you go. You can hear Lexie still jumping on the bed upstairs. You let your fingertips brush against the soft skin of his stomach underneath his t-shirt, making him shiver.

“See you tomorrow.” You give him a final kiss and let him go.

~~~~~~~~

You don't have to look far to see him the next evening, but it's still a surprise - he's parked up at the station and is out of the car, leaning against the door waiting to pick you up.

"Get in the fucking car." He grins, pulling you into a kiss as soon as you are in arms reach. "Ted had to ask me three times today if I was paying attention." You turn in your seat to look at him fully,

"Oh come on, that's bullshit!"

"It's true. Had to threaten to punch dicks - they all said I was too fucking happy and I was being 

weird. I think Jamie’s onto me."

"Uhoh. Is the grumpy persona being destroyed?"

"Only around you." He puts a hand on your thigh while he drives, stopping off at yours. “Get some stuff, I don’t want to have to lose you for an hour every bloody morning.” He grumbles. You collect the things you know you’ll need. When you get to his place, he's already cooked.

"I could get used to this," you tease. "So this gala," you ask over some gorgeous Mediterranean vegetable dish, "your co-workers will all be there?"

"They will." He confirms, waiting for you to continue. 

"And your ex?" you add quietly. 

"Keeley will be there, yes." You nod, pushing your food around your plate. 

"I met her once." He's still watching you, dinner finished with. 

"Yeah?"

"I had to run an event she came to for work. She was really sweet." 

"She is. I think you'll like her." He smiles reassuringly.

“And you're sure you want me to meet these people? Your people?”

“Yes, I am.” He said firmly. “You don’t have to tell any of ‘em about us - tell them whatever you want. They can take the piss out of me as much as they like. I really don't give a shit." He continues to reassure you in a number of exhilarating ways for the rest of the night. He leaves you at 4am yet again with a kiss that has your body clenching on nothing, desperate again for his touch. You’re half awake when he returns at 6 but it’s a horrible day outside already so he lets you know he’s going straight in the shower. You can hear the kettle, so you pull on the t-shirt he’s just taken off so you can go downstairs to make tea for you both. It’s not familiar, it’s an old Richmond home shirt. When he comes down, your leaning over the counter on your elbows  reading from your phone and making notes on a scrap of paper while the tea brews. His arms circle you and to your surprise, you feel him press against you.

“Wow, hi.” You turn to face him with a little laugh.

“You’re wearing m’name,” he manages to say gruffly before kissing you roughly. 

“Sorry, I just grabbed it to come down here, I’ll take it-”

“No.” He stops you, “No.” He says more firmly. He rests his forehead against yours, his hips still against you. Oh. It dawns on you. Oh. You kiss him briefly, nodding your understanding and turn back around for him, resting on your forearms. “Fuck,” you hear him, so quietly, “fuck. You wreck me.” He slips inside you with no real warning, filling you completely. He sets a wickedly punishing pace, the angle has you an incoherent mess and makes you come almost instantly. It’s fast and rough and utterly filthy, your name spills from him like a worshipping chant as he comes, dragging another orgasm from you as he does. When you’re able to stand, you turn back to him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hands soothing the bruises he’s no doubt left on your hips. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-” he starts to say, you shake your head,

“No. Don’t be sorry, don’t be. I’d tell you if I wasn’t ok with something, ok?” You reassure him with a kiss.

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[one-smuts]

You've been a ranch hand with Millies family for years, and are none to pleased when they hired on a new guy for "extra help." even less pleased when he turnes out to be a massive douche bag. an incredibly sexy and charasmastic douche, but a douche none the less. you want him to think that you want nothing to do with him. but the walls at the farm are thin, and you rearely keep track of what your saying when you're in the heat of the moment. that's when the truth of the matter really comes out.

~~~~~~~~

Honestly there is not nearly enough striker smut out there and it is a crime. so let me try to get the ball rollin. reader is Afab and Fem, an imp, and as always, requets are open ;)

"Son of a bitch!!" You yelled as the Hell Hog threw you off. And right as you got an opening too. "I swear to Satan, I will gut you." You growled to yourself as you charged for the animal again. You didn't get very far though. Of course Striker has to show you up, jumping in to "help you out" and slicing the pigs throat easily, stealing your thunder in the process. 

"Well that hog was one tough son of a bitch, huh Y/n?" He asked you with his signature mischievous grin. In your mind you always heavily equated him to a con man. He went over to offer you a hand up, but you brushed it away and got up on your own. 

"Yea, whatever Striker."

"Well now darlin', you sound pissed! And why's that?" He smirked, cocking his head to the side as if he didn't already know the answer. Ever since Lin and Joe hired him to help around the farm, he'd taken a great pleasure In showing you up whenever he could. Maybe because you were a woman. maybe because he didn't like not being the only farm hand. Maybe it was just because he found you adorable whenever you got angry. Doesn't matter why, really. You just wish he'd knock it the fuck off. 

"I had it handled you know." You said, answering his question without answering it. 

"Oh, yea. You really had things handled from the ground." He laughed, "really had the upper hand there." 

"I only missed my opening because you distracted me!"

"By being so handsome?" He smirked.

"By being so annoying. What were you yellin' about anyway?" You asked. 

"I was tryna see if you had the hog slaughtered yet. The answer was no, by the way."

You rolled your eyes as you hoisted the hog onto your shoulder. Being an imp, the damn thing was almost twice your size, and you struggled with its weight. But knowing Striker was just waiting for you to buckle so he could come in and "save your ass" once again gave you the spite needed to haul it into the kitchen. 

"Oh, Y/n!" Ms.Lin sighed as she saw you toss dinner onto the counter to be skinned. "Now why in the 7 rings would you carry that in here all by yourself? Wasn't Striker out there to help?"

You sighed and grit your teeth, knowing Ms.Lin met well. You had injured your shoulder a few days back. She just didn't want to lose another hand. "Don't worry Ms.Lin, I'm not made of sugar," You said as you let out a calming breath. "I've carried these fuckers in 1000 times before, I can keep doin it, on my own." You smiled. 

She shook her head. "You know, you can accept help, right? It's kinda what we hired him for." Lin said as she crossed her arms and popped her hip.

"Then fire him." You retorted.

"I knew you were gunnin' for my job." Striker laughed as he walked In, "man, you should seen yourself, strugglin' to carry in that piglet." He snickered. "I wish I'd had thought to record it"

"Well, ya didn't scrub." You hoped, "now are you gonna help us skin this thing or what?"

~~~~

“Hey, Y/n? Quick question, what the fuck was that?” Sallie Mae asked you after dinner. You raised an eyebrow as you finished up the dishes and turned to her. “At dinner,” she added for clarification. “What the fuck was that at dinner?” You were still confused. 

“What are you-” you started.

“With Striker.” Sallie groaned. Oh, she met THAT.

“That motherfucker kept kicking me under the table!” you burst. “He was tryna get a fucking rise outta me Sallie Mae, and it worked! What kind of elementary school bullshit was that! And then to act shocked when I kicked him back, who the fuck does he think he is?”

“Y'all we’re playin footsie under the table?” Sallie Mae asked as she crossed her arms. She looked unamused.

“What? No!” you protested. “Did ya not hear me Sallie? I said that cocksucker kicked me, it was full blown war under that table!” 

“Mmhmm.” Sallie nodded, not very amused. “So you fuck him yet?” She smirked at your shocked face. Maybe you were oblivious to it, hell maybe even Striker was oblivious to it. But everyone else around you two could see a lot of your problems with each other could be solved with a solid hate fuck. 

“Sallie Mae, I swear on all that I hold dear, if you were not my best friend, I would feed you to the Hell Hogs right now.” you growled at her, face flushed with either anger or embarrassment. Or, more likely, a mix of both. “Have I fucked him yet,” you scoffed, “Girl, you know I have standards!” you snapped as you walked away from the conversation, tail swishing angrily behind you. 

Sallie wasn’t going to let you get away that easy though. She followed you. “Standards, huh?” Sallie laughed, “How’s that been working out for you lately, Ms.Sahara?” she would use your dry spell against you. 

“Just fine thank you!” you snapped. “Even if I hadn’t gotten dick in years, I wouldn’t fuck that snake. Motherfucker has gone out of his way since he got here to disrespect me at every turn.”

“Maybe he thinks you have a degradation kink?” your friend offered.

“What the fuck about me screams degradation kink?” you scoffed.

“Your posture.”

“What?”

“People who want respect in bed dont stand like that Shug. everything about you screams ‘call me a slut daddy.’ I thought you knew that.”

You looked at your friend for a long time trying to figure out where she got off reading you like that. “I take offense to that.” you finally said. Sallie smirked.

“You're only offended cause it’s true, huh?”

“Shut up Sallie Mae.” you scoffed as you got to your room. “Look Hun, it’s been a long day, and I’m tired. I’d like to get to sleep.” you told her as you stretched to pop your back. 

“Ok, well just answer this for me,” Sallie said, leaning in close to whisper to you. “Honestly, hand to Satan, have you never even thought about it?” She asked. Have you ever thought of it? What a stupid question, of course you had. You weren't too bitter to admit that Striker was an incredibly handsome imp. One that made you blush the first time you laid eyes on him, something not many men could say. Of course you imagined what fucking him would be like. But that was before he revealed himself to be an incredible ass. 

“Not even once.” you said.

“Liar.” Sallie called you on your bluff. You rolled your eyes.

“Good night Sallie Mae.” you said as you closed your door in her face. You scoffed as you went over and plopped on your bed. Sallie had a lot of gaul to have that conversation with you. But, She’d had always been like that. It was why you loved her. Still. That bitch had gotten the thought of Striker stuck in your head. 

There was no way in Satan's hell he would actually want you, right? If he did, he wouldn't have been such an ass about everything. This isn't middle school, you don't show a girl you like her by pulling her hair. Not that I would particularly mind if he pulled my hair. You thought. Then physically shook your head to get that thought out of it. No! No! Bad Y/n!! You’re only thinking like that cause you’re horny! You mentally chastised yourself.

 Fuck, it really had been awhile, huh? A part of you considered dressing up and going out to a bar to try and get out of this dry spell. Then you remembered that you we’re in the Wrath Ring of hell, and that most of the guys here looked like inbred fuckin toads. Not all of em. Striker’s pretty. Fuck, you gotta get laid. Or at least off.

You hopped off your bed and went to your dresser, looking for old reliable. A small bright pink vibrator lovingly named Barbie. You smiled as it whirled to life in your hand. Who needs another imp when you have Barbie? You rid yourself of your torn jeans and got back on your bed, ready to get down to business. Your legs fell apart and you bit your lip as you started teasing your own clit. Involuntarily, an image of Striker entered your head, pinning you to the bed and running his fingers in between your folds. FUCK. This asshole couldnt even let you have your fucking fantasies. Well…fuck it. He’s already here, you already started, and who knows. Maybe it’ll help get him out of your head.

~~~~~

Striker sat on his bed polishing his knife. And no actually, that's not a euphemism. The man was meticulous about weapon care. He heard you and Sallie talking outside of your room, and rolled his eyes to himself. These walls were impossibly thin, and he hated it. Especially having his room right next to yours, it made it hard for him to do any business on the phone. Couldn’t risk it.

He finished cleaning up his knife and put it back in its holster. He checked the time on his phone and considered turning in for the night. Being a farm hand sucked. He was never one for early mornings, but farm work demanded it. It was a not so small part of why he left the wrath ring to become a gun for hire. Murdering people was genuinely easier for him than getting up at 5 AM. He tossed his phone to the side and laid down.

“Striker.”

Then he heard the unmistakable sound of electricity coming from your side of the wall and instantly sat back up. No fuckig way. He’d been working on this farm for weeks now and had never heard this before. He was starting to think you were a prude. He laughed softly to himself. This was gonna be great ammo against you tomorrow. There was one highlight to being a farm hand, and that was getting to fuck with you every day. You were adorable when you got mad, and it was so easy to rile you up. He quickly decided if he couldn’t fuck you, he would just fuck with you and be content with that. 

That caught his fucking attention. The last thing he expected to hear from the otherside of the wall was his name. He didn’t expect the effect it had on him either. Something about the way you sounded so desperate for him made his heart race and his dick ache. 

“Striker..Striker please-”

Thank fucking Satan for thin and sin walls. Striker made a mental note to personally thank the king of hell for them. He could hear you so clearly, and yet he still found himself pressed against the wall to hear you better. His hand moved to the crotch of his pants. He plamed himself through the fabric to ease some of the pain. “Fuck darlin’” he groaned out, voice just above a whisper. He didn��t realize just how bad he wanted to fuck you until now.

“St-Striker, fuck me! Please! Fuck me-” you moaned breathlessley through the wall. That was in invitation if Striker had ever heard one. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Striker laughed as he made his way to your room. The panicked ‘meep!” he heard as he left confirmed to him that you did indeed hear him. He’d never been more thankful to share a wall with someone. He got to your door and knocked, then turned the knob experimentally. It was locked. You really were inviting him in, huh? He slipped through the door and could help but smile at the scene before him. 

You were glowing with blush, blanket thrown haphazardly between your legs to give yourself some sense of modesty. A hot pink vibrator, slick and abandoned, at the foot of the bed. You were looking at him, but couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. “Ya know darling,” Stiker said as he approached your bed. There was something dark in his eyes, “If you wanted me that bad you could have just asked. But I do appreciate the show ya just put on for me.” he chuckled.

“Why were you listening to me, you creep!” you lashed out in anger, trying to turn this on him and away from you. He didn’t take the bait. He laughed as he caged you into your bed, face just centimeters away from your own.

“It’s kinda hard not to when the whole farm can hear you begging me to fuck you darlin.” he chuckled softly as he ran a hand down your side. It sent shivers down your spine. “Now, the real question is; didja mean it? Or are you just the biggest tease in this ring of hell?” he asked, causing your face to heat up even more with desire.

“I meant it.” you said before your brain could stop you. Fuck it, maybe Sallie Mae was right. Strikers wicked grin alone could almost convince you of that. Stiker grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. 

“Good girl.” he said as he pushed his lips into yours. He tasted like coffee and nicotine. You shyly moved your hands to wrap them around his neck. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, finally releasing you of your kiss. His hands ran down to the hem of your shirt. “You got no idea how many nights I imagined doing this.” he rasped, taking your shirt off of you. His smirk only grew. “Black lace, huh? you really are a whore, aren't ya doll?” He tisked as he easily unclasped your bra and threw it to the floor. “They’re prettier than I imagined.” he praised as he ran his thumb over your hardening nipple.

“Are you going to shut up at any point in this?” you scoffed, finding yourself again as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders. You could feel his sculpted chest under his thin shirt and it excited you more than you wanted to admit. 

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it darlin’.” He grinned. He let you unbutton his vest and rid him of both it and his shirt.

“Mother fucker.” you whispered as you ran your hand along his toned chest. It was covered in scars, both healed and not so healed. You wanted to know the story behind every single one.

“Like what you see?” He asked. You could hear his tail rattling in anticipation. He was more excited for your approval than he was letting on,

“Very much so.” you smiled, finally finding the courage to look into his yellow green hypnotic eyes. 

“Right answer.” he chuckled as his hand moved down your body. You tensed instinctively as he reached your cunt. “Fuck Darlin’, I knew you’d be wet, but i wasn’t expecting this wet.” he purred as his fingers ran across your folds. “All this for me?” He teased, fingers finding your clit with the quickness of an expert. You sheepishly nodded as you realized he’d definitely done this more than you had. “I knew you wanted me.” he said smugly as he began to rub circles into your clit, sending electricity soaring through your body. 

“Ya like that, Slut?” the cowboy asked you. You nodded in response, focused on the pleasure he was giving you. Until he suddenly stopped.

“Striker!”

“Use your words Doll.” he warned.

“Yes, I liked it! I liked it so much, I kinda wanna punch you for stopping!” you hissed. Striker launched and continued his movements, much to your relief.

“And that's why you're my favorite.” he purred at you. His thumb had taken over rubbing your clit as his fingers began to work your pussy open. “Even when you’re the one in a compromised position, you never lose your fight.” It suddenly struck him that that was a little too intimate than he wanted to get at that moment. So he switched gears and fully pulled you under him. You gasped as you looked up at him. He was only on his knees on top of you, but he still seemed so much taller. It occurred to you just how much bigger than you he was.

“Ya know darlin’,” he stared as he leaned down to kiss your neck, “Ever since I laid eyes on you,” he began to trail kisses down your body. Your neck, your collar bone. Littering marks down your body, “I’ve wanted to know how you taste.” he groaned as he made it to his destination. Your body was on fire with anticipation. He spread your legs for him and let out a low whistle. “Never thought I’d see a cunt as pretty as yours.” he admitted as he kissed the inside of your thighs. He bit gently, sucking marks into your soft skin. He wanted whoever may be here next to know you were his first. Finally, he made his way to where you desperately wanted him most. He smirked at you one last time before licking at your clit. 

Your whole body jolted at his touch, as if it was made to react to him and only him. He sucked at your clit as his fingers began to work you open. “Fuck Striker, how dare you be this good at head.” you groaned as your hands knocked his hat off and tangled into his hair. You could hear him laugh from in between your legs, but didn't really care. His fingers began to massage you from inside, quickly finding the spot that would surely make you see stars. “Fuck!” you gasped as your back arched and your legs tried to clamp around his head. Striker would be the one man you’d been with able to find the G-Spot.

He used his free hand to keep your legs open. “Careful now Sweetheart. You wouldn't want me to stop now would ya?” He asked in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. 

“Fuck, no! No, you asshole, don't stop.” you almost screamed when his fingers stopped moving. “You bitch! What the fuck did I just fucking say?!” you all but yelled at him.

“Say it nicely.” he grinned at you.

“Fuck you.”

“I know you want to Doll.”

“I'm going to kick you.”

“I’ll leave,” he threatened. 

“Fuck no!” well that was more desperate than you wanted it to be. “No no! Don't leave! Just…Fuck, please don’t stop Sir! Please, I need you.” you moaned. You almost cried when not only did his fingers start going again, but he added a third.

“Good girl.” he praised, his head dipping back in between your legs. He began sucking harshly at your clit, massaging it with his tongue and tying the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. Your hands found their way to his hair again, and you found yourself bucking into his face. You felt your body tense and your pussy flutter. 

“Striker, I’m Close.”

“I know.” he muttered from between your legs.

“How?!”

“You’re not exactly hiding it sweetheart.” he laughed, picking up the pace ever so slightly, forcing you to forget the argument at hand as your vision exploded with stars and electricity ran through your body. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck fuck!!” you yelled, your legs closing around his head and your hands pulling him closer. Striker realized he couldn't breathe, and decided that yes. This was how he wanted to die. With his fingers working you through your orgasam as he lapped up as much of you as he could.  “Dear fucking Satan.” you moaned as you released the cowboy. Your legs still shook with the aftershock of your orgasam. It had been awhile since you had sex, yea. But it had been even longer since someone made you feel like that.

Striker smiled as he wiped his mouth and sat back up. “Feel good Sweetheart?” he purred to you. You nodded blissfully. He smiled and gently tucked a strand of your hair back. You nodded, your brain still unable to form words. “That's great Doll. We’re not done yet.” he informed you. “Good.” you chuckled, causing him to smile. You watched as he freed himself from his jeans, and couldn't help the blush that formed on your face. Of course, it wasn’t enough for him to just have a pretty face. Oh no, he had to have a pretty dick too. 

“Fuck man, how’s it feel to be Satans favorite?” you huffed. 

“Isn’t that more of a question for yourself, Gorgeous?” Striker asked as he pumped his dick a few times. He bit his lip as he looked down at your body. He wanted to remember every curve you had. Every scar, stretch mark, birthmark, everything. He wanted to own it. He wanted to own you. He dug his teeth into your neck as he began to push himself into your cunt. You screamed, the mix of pleasure and pain taking over your body as he sunk into your still sensitive cunt. You could feel him sucking a mark into your neck. You knew there would be questions in the morning. You didn’t care. 

“Striker, God damn. You’re too fucking much.” you groaned, trying to turn your head to hide your face in the crook of his neck. 

“You feel so fucking good Y/n.” he breathed to you. “Like you were fucking made for me. Made to be a sleeve for my cock, made to be mine.” he growled. Fuck that alone send ice down your spine. You were not prepared for him to start moving, pumping into you like he was on a mission. He set a brutal pace. Your legs wrapped around his hips to keep up. You clawed into his back, determined to leave marks of your own on him. It was only fair. 

His tail tangled with yours as his hand tangled into your hair. “I’ve been waiting for this for way too long” he huffed, “Do you know how many times I thought about bending you over and putting you in your fucking place? Shit darlin’ if i knew it would be this good i would have done it sooner.” he repositioned himself to stroke at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. It was too much.

You groaned and bit the fuck out his his shoulder, causing him to help, then laugh, but never falter in his thrusts. He was a professional after all. He pulled your hair, forcing you to release him. “Fuck darlin, we bitin’ now?” he laughed, as if he did not just leave a very prominent mark on your neck. “I-it’s only f-fair!” you argused, struggling to make coherent thoughts. He smiled almost softly and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. “If ya gonna leave a mark on me, might as well go big or go home.” he challenged. He desperately wanted everyone to know what happened tonight. And while the thin walls would assure that for the people that lived on the farm, he wanted the entirety of hell to know.

And you were far too cock drunk to think of the consequences. You buried your fangs into his neck, savoring the hiss of pain he let out. He tugged gently at your hair one last time, before using that hand for support instead, and using his now freed hand to rub almost violent circles into your clit. You let out a high pitched and breathy moan into his neck. He could feel your pussy flutter around him, a clear sign you were close.

“Fuck, you gonna come for me twice Darlin?” he groaned. As if on cue the knot inside your stomach snapped in two and you screamed into his neck, your legs clamping around him as your body spasmed with the heat of your second orgasam for the night. And shit, you we’re fucking gorguous. “Y/n, I’m close,” Striker warned as he realized you we’re not letting him go. “Y/n, let go, I-”

“Cum in me.” you moaned. He did not need to be told twice. He picked up his pace, pounding into your spent pussy before his own orgasam finally overtook him. He rode out his orgasam, shooting red hot cum into your cervix. His best move? Definitely not. But that was a problem for tomorrow Stiker and Y/n. Tonight Striker and Y/n couldn't get over how hot the whole ordeal was. Finally he slowed to a stop. He lightly tapped your thigh and you finally let your legs fall to the bed. 

“Shit Darlin’ I knew you’d be good, but..fuck.” Striker laughed, causing you to swell with pride for being the reason he had that reaction. He pulled out, leaving you feeling more empty than you expected.

“You’re a good lay.” you laughed as he rolled over next to you. 

“Why thank ya,” he laughed with you instead of at you for once. He pulled you into his arms, and you didn’t protest. He was warm. “So do we go back to hating each other in the mornin’, or?..” he asked, rubbing gentle circles into your hips.

“In the mornin’? Yes. buut I wouldn’t be against this happening again, so I guess we can like each other at night.” you giggled. He chuckled and nodded.

“Alright, I can get behind that. It’s a start.” he nodded, snuggling up to you. You hadn’t kicked him out of bed yet, might as well enjoy it. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at your door, causing you both to panic. 

“So Y'all are done feudin’ now, right?” Sallie Mae’s almost jovial voice came from the other side. 

“SALLIE I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” you yelled from your bed as Striker laughed his ass off next to you.

#striker helluva boss #striker x oc #striker x reader #striker x reader smut #striker smut #helluva boss #degrade kink #top striker #slight romance #voyuerism #if ya squint #norman reedus #enemies to lovers

[finalmemes]

UNDERWORLD roleplay sentence starters of the 2003 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, guns, death, murder, language.

victory, it seemed, was in our grasp.

the moon no longer held her sway.

this signaled the end of an era.

you're gonna be okay.

you're acting like a pack of rabid dogs!

put some clothes on, will you?

we have a serious problem.

i'm betting it's military.

they opened fire on us in full view of the public.

you said you didn't see anything.

i know what i heard, and i know what my gut tells me.

we've hunted them to the brink of extinction.

i'd rather you prove me wrong by checking it out.

have your men tighten things up.

i'd never treat you like that.

it's a waste of time, you know.

i'll never understand why [ name ] left him in charge.

you should definitely wear this one.

he's attractive ... for a human.

if you ask me, you take this warrior business far too seriously.

you can't undo the past, no matter how many you kill.

what's the point in being immortal if you deny yourself life's simple pleasures?

put on something elegant and be quick about it.

any progress?

you heading home?

we were ambushed.

look at this mess.

regeneration's impossible at this point.

you don't think, or you don't know?

must i do everything myself?

he comes in, he does his job and then he goes home.

we don't have much of a life.

he's not in some kind of trouble, is he?

what the fuck is going on?

stop the car!

you've lost a lot of blood.

if you don't stop the car, you'll get us both killed.

relax, old friend.

i've tasted his flesh.

just two days till full moon.

it's a shame we don't have more.

lay still. your skull's taken a good knock.

do you have any idea why those men were after you?

this is completely unacceptable!

would you just hear me out?

it's beyond me why you're so obsessed over this ridiculous theory.

you're infatuated with him, aren't you?

i sure hope you never get pissed off with me.

do you believe [ name ] died the way they say?

it's nothing but an ancient story.

where you going with this anyway?

you were told to set up shop and lay low!

the human doesn't concern you.

don't force me to regret our arrangement.

remember, i've bled for you once already.

without me, you'd have nothing.

i saw the wound with my own eyes, i swear it.

i've been having these hallucinations and these delusions.

okay, so a full-grown man bit you?

haven't you been listening to me?

i'm gonna be back in a minute.

please forgive me, but i desperately need your guidance.

i can only hope [ name ] will hear my plea.

i fear we may all be in grave danger.

if i'm correct it would mean [ name ] is in league with him.

what's so pressing?

i want to speak with [ name ].

i warned her, but she didn't listen.

what's this ruckus?

never come here again. they'll kill you.

like it or not, you're in the middle of a war that's raged for 1000 years.

no one's ever survived a bite from both species.

we have much to discuss, [ name ] and i.

she has shown me a great many disturbing things.

perhaps i should have left someone else in charge of my affairs.

you're in need of rest.

i've rested enough.

that bitch has betrayed me.

are you to be trusted?

it's time i filled you in on a few things.

i'm seeing these things, these hallucinations.

what are these for?

what do you do with them after?

why do you hate them so much?

why can't you just answer the question?

their screams woke me.

i'm afraid that i'm going to have to place my faith in you, my friend.

you know, if i knew then what i know now, i could have saved her.

i came over here to move on, to forget.

it seemed like a good idea at the time.

digging into the past is forbidden.

i should be heading back.

when the full moon rises tomorrow, you will change, you will kill, and you will feed.

how could you do this to me? embarrass me like this?

from here on out, you'll do as i say.

it is the oldest story in the book.

he desires the one thing he cannot have.

you do not possess the necessary skills.

there's been a complication.

how could you trust him over me?

these rules are in place for a good reason and they are the only reason we have survived this long.

you will not be shown an ounce of leniency.

you should've listened to me and stayed out of this.

soon, you'll be seeing things my way.

the perimeter sensor's been tripped.

are you fucking kidding me?

look, i want you to slip off the property and find out what's keeping her.

your incompetence is becoming most taxing.

now, i want you to tell them exactly what you told me.

soon, this house will lie in ruins.

you and you alone will know the truth of this.

it has already begun.

i'm sorry i doubted you.

it may take a little time for the grogginess to dissipate.

he's in desperate need of a lesson in manners.

speaking of manners, where are mine? forgive me.

there's no going back?

your war, it has nothing to do with me.

what are they gonna do to [ name ]?

i thought we had a deal.

there's no defeating him. he grows stronger as we speak.

is there another way out?

that's enough, you're coming with me!

your place is by my side.

is it not a fair trade, the life i have granted you? the gift of immortality?

soon i will become the hunted.

#horror sentence starters #rp sentence starters #rp memes #writing prompts #horror prompts #underworld sentence starters #film sentence starters #request

[plorpl]

On my second re-watch of the series. In full brainworm mode. Struck me how stupid it is that Wilson's office is next to House's instead of near the department he runs. Wrote this to smooth it over (and make myself sad).

~1000 words, gen, set post-series

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“Do you remember… during the remodel?”

Wilson’s voice came low from a few feet away, barely audible over the sound of the highway just outside the window. They’d stopped riding late in the day, exhausted and cranky, eaten what they had left of their stash of granola bars and beef jerky for dinner, and flopped into beds without even washing off the grime from the road.

All signs pointed to falling asleep quickly, waking up in a better mood, leaving the squalor of this roadside motel for the squalor of the next. But neither of them were asleep two hours later. Wilson had started getting generalized chest pains at night, so bad he sometimes didn’t sleep; neither of them bothered to diagnose it, to explicate. It didn’t matter. They were three months into their trip, and they wouldn’t be able to keep the pace much longer.

House wet his lips and swallowed before answering. It was dry in Arizona. Go figure.

“What about the remodel?”

A brief pause, then, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Do you ask me questions while I’m asleep often?”

“Yeah.”

He looked over at that. Wilson was under the sheet and stiff comforter, shivering slightly. it was that kind of night, then.

“Wanna do drugs?”

It earned a smile and a nod. House sat up, rifled through his backpack, and rattled the bottle when he found it.

“You’re going to have to sit up.”

House watched him struggle a little. Wilson didn’t like being helped. He would take it when it was necessary, but before that point it tended to make him sour. They’d already bickered twenty times about the irony, so House didn’t bother making a sly remark.

He thumbed two pills out for each of them, and they swallowed them almost at the same time, House dry, Wilson with the help of a half-empty gatorade bottle on their shared nightstand. Wilson sat there for a few seconds, propped up on dingy pillows, hands clutched around his waist. His face was almost funny - clearly uncomfortable, but not as much as was called for. He looked like he’d smelled a fart, not like he'd been kept up for hours by the pains of a slow death. House wondered for the thousandth time if all that politeness and bravery and bluster was for his sake or Wilson's own.

House felt the vicodin hit his bloodstream, and his eyes slipped closed. When he opened them again, Wilson was watching him with that look of his. House’s throat clicked as he swallowed.

“Well? What about the remodel?”

“You leaned on Cuddy so hard. Tormented her for weeks.”

It had been an interesting time - demolition, fresh paint on the walls, doctors packed into temporary buildings and loaned out to other hospitals. Cuddy was beside herself for three months straight, and House had done nothing to help the matter.

“She was expecting me to hire three people. I needed the space.”

Wilson shook his head. “I'm not talking about that part. Although your office size was ridiculous. Hennings almost quit over it.”

“Hack.”

Wilson smiled again, then started to push himself back down the bed gingerly. House just watched him, figuring he’d continue the conversation if he wanted to.

Wilson tucked the covers up to his chin, sighed happily, and said, “I know it’s probably lost on you at this point, but those things make me feel good all over.”

“It’s nice, right?”

“No, I mean all over. Even the sheets feel good. Like my skin is fuzzy.”

He was clearly a little loopy, but House knew what he meant. It would took quite a dose to get House to that point.

“It’s so nice to share hobbies.”

Wilson laughed, really laughed.

“Can you come over here?” Wilson motioned to the other side of his bed with his head only. “I think I need to lay on this side for a bit.”

He started turning slowly without waiting for a response. It was the kind of anodyne request that House had never stomached from anyone but Wilson, and sometimes not even him. Lately, though he always did. It didn’t sting anymore.

He stood, stretched, and limped around the foot of the bed, rolled onto it, over the covers. He settled on his back, one hand behind his head, watching Wilson’s forehead relax as the vicodin did its work.

Wilson shifted and shivered again, but somehow House didn’t think it was the pain anymore.

“I toured the oncology wing.” He spoke without opening his eyes. “Walked around my future office before the walls were put in. I remember, they put me between Greenbeck and Tom. I was mad about not getting the corner. But I didn’t say anything, of course. God forbid I actually ask for anything I want.” Wilson opened his eyes. “And then,” his voice broke, “I got to work on the first day back. Cuddy cut the ribbon, the whole shebang. I went up to my office... But it wasn’t there.”

House just watched him. It had been part of his deal with Cuddy. The primary stipulation, actually. He told her that Wilson was in on it, that he'd agreed to it, but that had been a lie. He had been too worried Wilson would veto it.

“I’ll never forget finding it,” he paused to smile, small and sad, “seeing my name on the door."

House breathed to say something, maybe sarcastic, make him laugh. Please, laugh again. He came up empty.

Wilson wet his lips and said, “I remember standing there, thinking - thinking that this might be the clearest I would ever hear it from you... Hear that you want me around. That you need me. Not for a favor. Not for a prescription, for distraction, for a laugh. Just for me, to be near to you.”

House breathed and watched his eyes through the dark - soft at the edges, earnest, alive.

“This is what you say to me when I’m asleep? Kinda fruity.”

And it did get him a laugh. A good one. House smiled back.

Wilson managed to free his arm from the covers. He laid a light hand on House’s shoulder, thumb rubbing back and forth. He got this way when he was high - tactile and sentimental. Or maybe it was the dying. Or maybe he'd always been this way, and always held it back.

House turned onto his side, facing him, ran a reciprocating hand up and down Wilson’s arm in a slow circuit. Wilson closed his eyes to the feeling.

“It’s actions,” Wilson breathed. “It’s actions that matter.”

They fell asleep like that, and woke early, and never talked about work again.

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My other Hilson fic, also written in a fugue state

#hilson #my fics #headcanon #greg house #james wilson #house md #hate crimes md #fan fic #ficlet #fanfic #fan fiction

[eolewyn1010]

#OCkiss24 - day 1

It has begun.

What I wanna say, I'm participating in the @ockissweek event this year, doing a mixed batch of drawings and written one-shots, and we're starting with a little writing today, picking up the day's prompt of "almost". As per the rules, not every kiss situation I set up is a romantic one, but today's definitely is. Boys, take it away.

[just about 1000 words]

“Would you like help with that?”

Joachanan frowned at that, raising his head and shielding his eyes from the sun to have a look at who would ask a slave such a question. Oh. Him.

Thinking that he was completely out of place here, Jochanan smiled up at the emperor’s favorite in a way that could at best be described as saccharine. “We wouldn’t want you to get dirt on your fancy clothes, now would we?”

And he went back to weeding out the garden. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed working as a kitchen servant far more than being Hadrian’s footman; his previous occupation had never kept him safe from the emperor’s moods, and it hadn’t been easy to stay out of his way, either. Pretty boys had always been trouble for Jochanan, even back home, and this one… this one was particularly pretty.

Also, he hadn’t left him alone. Jochanan sighed pointedly as Antinous knelt on the ground next to him and examined the plants he was plucking off. “Which ones need to go?”

“Look,” instead of giving him an answer, Jochanan adopted a tone in which he would usually talk to a small child. He is what, two years younger than me? Doesn’t matter. He’s the emperor’s. “This is slaves’ work, and I’m expected to do it as quickly as possible; when I’m done here, the cooks still need a bunch of herbs for today’s feast. Just stay out of my way, will you? The emperor will be all the happier for it.”

He didn’t get an answer for a moment and hoped he had put Antinous off of his misplaced helpfulness, but then the lad – the kid, Jochanan sharply reminded himself – grabbed for the smaller, still empty basket. “Then I’ll stay out of your way and collect the ones you need instead,” he suggested.

Jochanan looked up to glare at him and failed. Antinous looked like a goddamn puppy, all big, hopeful, brown eyes, eager to please. Of course he was; he’d been raised to please. Raising an eyebrow, Jochanan pointed at the plant beds he was already done with. “Well, do you know celery? Fennel? Rue? Thyme?”

Antinous blinked, then he hesitantly set to work.

Jochanan shook his head. “What is with you? Are you bored?”

That actually got a laugh out of Antinous. “Why are you always so acrid?”

Jochanan rolled his eyes. “What are you here for, if not for my sparkling wit?”

“It’s true; compared to the others, you’re quite entertaining.”

Jochanan’s head whipped around. Entertaining!? He already opened his mouth for another snide reply when he saw the corner of Antinous’ mouth twitch. That little shit had been out for a reaction. That little shit also had a dimple. In a huff, Jochanan looked back down on his plants. The gall of him. He was too old for dimples.

Jochanan picked up a small lump of dirt and flung it at Antinous. This time, they both laughed. Antinous shook his head and ran his fingers through his black curls to get the dirt out. “It’s not so much to do when His Grace keeps wandering from one palace to another all over Greece,” he explained. “I guess I am bored – after a while, it’s kind of all the same, and I’ve been along for a few years.” After a look around, he mused: “It’s nicer than Rome, I’ll admit.”

“Everything is nicer than Rome,” Jochanan remarked and leaned over to take a plant out of Antinous’ basket.

He only noticed what he was doing, how close he’d gotten to him, when Antinous’ voice was right next to his ear now. “Not this one?”

Jochanan cleared his throat. “Unless you want to poison him.” He dropped the herb to the other waste. “Not a bad idea, all in all.” With that, he stood up.

Antinous sent a reprimanding glower after him before he got to his feet, too. “His Grace is of excellent health and still has many years ahead of him,” he asserted.

Jochanan replied with a noncommittal hum; they were on their way back to the palace and the risk of someone hearing him talk in such a way was too great. Though if it were up to him, Hadrian would drop dead rather today than tomorrow.

“What would you even do if he died? Wouldn’t that put you at risk?” Antinous asked. “I know I would be at a loss…”

Jochanan huffed. “I would run,” he said. “All the way to port, aboard a ship back to the Levant. And then hatch another uprising.”

His smug tone got him an astonished look from Antinous. “You don’t value your life all that highly, do you?”

“I do in fact value my hide, which is why you’re not going in there with me,” Jochanan said and took the basket from Antinous before the kitchen’s door. “If they see you here with me, looking like that,” he nodded toward the soil stains on Antinous’ knees, “I will get beaten.”

With that, he turned over. And was held back by the arm. “Jochanan, wait.”

He didn’t even have the time to try and appear exasperated when he looked at Antinous now. He knew that look. Antinous wanted – oh.

He was taller than Jochanan, so he had to lean down to him, and it was the only moment Jochanan got to tumble through a whole array of thoughts. Yes – no – trouble – I want him to – the emperor’s favorite.

He is the emperor’s.

Jochanan turned his face to the side, his heart thumping all the way up in his throat. The kiss landed on his cheek. Jochanan took a deep breath, fought down the urge to kiss him, and stepped back.

Antinous blushed and lowered his head. “I’m sorry.”

You should be. Keep to yourself what I’m not allowed to have.

“If Hadrian learns of that, it won’t be me you have to apologize to.” Jochanan just about managed the retort, but his voice didn’t sound like it was his. His head felt fluttery and dizzy, his stomach twisting in on itself. Need to get away from him. He hastily rushed past Antinous and slammed the door between the kitchen and the garden.

He’s not mine to kiss, the thought hammered in his head. He’s the emperor’s, and I will keep away from him.

#ockiss24 #stuff about my OCs #writing

[alastairstom]

All right, you asked me a question and now I have one for you, in a very similar vein: where do you see Matthew Fairchild post-canon? What are your hopes for him? If you were the writer, what would you do?

Sorry this took me a couple of days to respond to! I'm here(ish) now.

I actually am extremely happy with the direction Matthew's story has taken in the canon thus far. Even if I was dissatisfied with some other arcs/writing choices (see: Grace's, Christopher's, Cordelia's in many ways), Matthew's storyline was handled in a sensitive, realistic, and character-driven way that I loved. And, of course, I'm excited to see him going forward. I think that Cassie is going to continue to do an amazing job with his story because she has not dropped the ball on him yet.

This is probably a cop-out, and I'll give more of an answer in a minute, but I just want Matthew to be happy and healthy. That's my only real hope for him in the future. Think that song My Wish : "My wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it to / your dreams stay big / your worries stay small", yadda yadda. But that's my real answer. I just want a happy Matthew and don't care what form that takes. I am going to therefore be unequivocally satisfied with any story direction in his bindup since Cassie already basically said at a signing that he would get a happy ending.

But if I were Cassie, here's what I would do.

I'm excited that Matthew has chosen to travel, because it's something that's also important to me. It's yet another way that Matthew's values and life goals mirror mine. I think that travel is freedom, and I am happy that Matthew is going to experience that freedom.

I think that in the bindup, I would take him to visit a ton of places all across the world. I don't want him to confine himself to Europe. I'd like to see him in South America, Asia, Africa - everywhere! I think this seems likely to happen, and am glad of it.

However, within the confines of "Matthew gets a partner abroad," I would like to see him not being with said partner 100% of the time. A big part of Matthew's travel should be finding himself. I'd like something where he travels alone most of the time, sees his love interest like once a month or so, and spends a couple of days with them. This would be the short story we see, and they would split up again until the next month, which would be the next story. This would give him ample time for solo travel, meeting interesting people, and taking the reins on his own adventure.

In my ideal world in canon, I probably would not have him meet his partner while traveling. I think he should meet someone in about 5 years, so he can get a grip on his newfound sobriety and freedom. Just, like from a realistic perspective. I think this would be the best thing for him in a realistic scenario.

HOWEVER, I am all for him getting a love interest now since it's something I'm really excited to see in the bindup. As a reader, I'm 1000% here for Matthew's adventure romance whirlwind. And I know that it will be totally fine in Cassie-Clare-Bookland, even if it's not what I think would be best for Matthew in a real life case.

For Matthew's love interest, I actually actively want him to end up with a woman. It's important to me as a bisexual to see a bi person wind up with someone of a different gender for once, and unlike a lot of people, I really trust Cassie to deliver with it. She hasn't disappointed me regarding Matthew before, and I don't see why she'd start now. I also would like to see an absolutely chaotic scapegrace of a girl who rejects Edwardian social conventions and embraces the bohemian lifestyle alongside Matthew.

Regardless of love interest gender, I want the person to be kind of a batshit bonkerballs sort that matches Matthew's chaotic energy. I want them to be comfortable in their freedom and their chaos; I want them to have scandalous fun together. I think Matthew needs someone who loves and embraces the crazier sides of himself, the mercurial moods, the fact that "feelings flow from him like blood from a cut." The fact that he's a little impulsive. This is what I deeply want for Matthew, and it's another reason that I'm chill with the idea of him meeting someone on his travels. It'll be another adventurer.

In my ideal world, Matthew would not have children. This is wish fulfillment because I am childfree. But I know he is going to have them and be Clary's ancestor. Though I'm not enthralled about that, I still don't think it will be harmful to his character. I think that he and the love interest will continue to be unabashedly themselves and raise their kids in a rabble-rousing bohemian way. But, if I'm taking creative license, I ain't giving him kids. I'm making one of the twins Clary's ancestor. I don't give a fuck about bloodlines, sorry.

I actually do have a controversial take regarding Matthew. If I were given full creative license over the character, I would give him a lot of distance from James and Cordelia. I hope that he goes no-contact with Cordelia while traveling so that he has time to heal from her and get over her, and I hope that he keeps his communication with James to periodic letters. I know he'll be close with them in the future, which is fine.

But if it were up to me, he wouldn't be. He'd still talk to them, be James's parabatai, but the emotional proximity would decrease.

I always viewed TMT very much as James/Matthew + Thomas/Christopher, but I'd want to bend the shape of this. I think James should become closer with Jesse, and Matthew should become closer with Thomas and Alastair. Not just because I like Thomastair better than others, but because I think that James and Matthew have so much hurt between them. And because, I cannot stress this enough, Matthew needs distance from Cordelia.

I think that Thomas's disposition complements Matthew's well, and I think that he could provide him and the chaotic love interest with a calming presence. I also think that Matthew and Alastair should become really, really close because they can understand each other in ways that other people cannot. Adding Grace to this BFF mix would also make me really happy, though I understand that it's unlikely.

That's where I currently am!

#matthew fairchild #tlh #the last hours #matthew bindup

[cloudinterlude]

Would you like to describe the personality of Howard Stark? And understand what kind of person he really is. I think he is hiding behind a mask... (sorry, english is not my native language)

Hi! First of all, no need for apologies, I get what you're asking! <3 <3 Long post ahead!

So, as it is known, I really like Howard for similar reasons why I like Tony. They're scarily similar and I can never stop thinking how much Tony would not like to hear that. I have a few Howard posts where I describe what I think of him here, here, and here mainly. Anyways, onwards!

See, there are different Howards to consider here. The one we see in CATFA and Agent Carter and the one we hear about from Tony, Fury, ect. I like talking about Agent Carter Howard the most because he's just so interesting.

Is he wearing a mask to hide his true emotions? The fastest answer is yes, but I think it's more complicated than that. It's that questions (something I sometime apply to Tony as well) "How long does it take for the mask become who you truly are?" Because there reaches a point where the person you constantly project isn't just a coverup. I think Howard's bravado, occasionally asshole-ish ways, womanizing, deceit, ect - all those less savory aspects are a piece of who he is, but it's not all he is of course. He has a ton of great qualities, usually shown in his friendships.

I've said before that I think Howard is an incredibly fractured character. I think he knows exactly what he's feeling most of the time, but never knows how to deal with the emotions he feels. He's obsessive to the point of self-destruction, and when he does self-destruct (or ends up hurting other people), he feels incredible amounts of guilt that never fully goes away. Instead, he uses that guilt to fuel his next project that will surely fix all his problems (until it actually ends up causing more messes).

I don't want to woobify Howard because I don't think that's what's going on with him. I do think he shield his emotions from others - not really from himself, but he does dampen them. I don't think Howard knows how to process heavy amounts of feelings in a proper way. Unless he's cornered, run down and essentially forced to. And he does have a few vulnerable moments we see in Agent Carter. When Peggy confronts him about lying about Steve's blood (he breaks down, basically declares his love for Steve, and talks about how deceit is how he was able to get anywhere due to his origins), when the villain captures him and threatens to blow New York to shreds (he tells them that they can do whatever they want to him and begs them to leave innocent people out of it), when we hear about what happened when the military got their hands on his failed experiment (he punches the guy in charge and locks up all his more dangerous inventions), the plane scene (Howard feels immense guilt over Steve crashing and dying, and desperately wants to find him and bring him home). These are all moments of genuineness we get from him...albeit moments where there is no other option but to be vulnerable. Regardless, this is 1000% mask off, last ditch effort Howard and I love that.

Of course there's like, an incredibly huge gap between Agent Carter Howard and the Howard we hear and see from Tony, Fury, ect. I suspect that Howard did undergo a pretty dark change in how he conducted himself sue to various things...starting with being the head of SHIELD during the end of WW2-Cold War. Could you imagine? Lol. And we already established that Howard doesn't deal with guilt well. In fact, I'd say that when it came to him taking "necessary sacrifices" he probably shut down his more...inconvenient emotions off as long as he could before he drunk himself into a stupor...then onto the next day.

When it comes to Howard and his family, specifically Tony, well, I don't think there's much I can say that I haven't already said. Howard loved Tony. Howard missed Tony when he wasn't there (Maria's words). Howard was also a bad father because he neglected Tony. Howard saw a kid that was too similar to himself and that seemed to be one of his biggest fears going by what he said in Endgame. I don't think he knew what to do with that whatsoever. Maybe he thought the less he had to do with him, the less Tony would turn out like him. Maybe he thought he could cut down the influence. Maybe all the dark things he's seen, done, ordered, ignored convinced him that he had nothing to offer in being a father, or that he'd make Tony worse. Maybe he thought Obie, Maria and Jarvis had Tony set straight well enough. Who knows really. Every loving thing Howard has said about Tony was told to Tony by a third party (Fury, Maria).

Howard is kind of an enigma, except not really. We don't know specifics, but it's so easy to put together his character with canon, context clues and US history. I like Howard, a whole lot. I don't get many opportunities to talk about him unprovoked so thanks for this ask!

#sometimes I wished I knew how to insert gifs on this site to illustrate my points better #anyways #howard stark #trash gremlin stark #agent carter #post office #thank you anon

[mysillyside]

Answering asks #1

I just finished answering all the asks I had piled up on my main blog, so imma do the same thing here! The time has come... So basically this post will just be me answering every remaining ask I still had lying around in my inbox on this blog! Enjoy!!!

Adventure Time Related Asks

(in reference to the Fionna and Cake finale)

You see I get what you mean, but for me it's less to do with time and more to do with what they spent the time they had doing. I really don't understand why AT feels the need to shove Shermy and Beth into everything. Also I really don't understand why they thought the best way to make a grown ass 50-something year old man who survived the apocalypse and 1000 years of trauma learn that his relationship wasn't perfect was through a video game. And I really don't understand why the crew thought the best way to showcase this was to literally spell it out to the audience like we are toddlers (especially since F&C is supposed to be for an older audience apparently). I agree with the conclusion, but I really hate how it was executed.

@samhadjblog2 I completely agree with this! I like what the show was going for, again I completely agree with the conclusion it came to, just the way it got to said conclusion was incredebly underwhelming and frustrating for me T_T (also big agree on Simon's main flaw being his insecurities and how passive he was in his relationship with Betty, to a point where he didn't do enough to prevent her from hurting herself)

@wintercandle42 Honestly I'd die for a fic that goes into scenarios I've explored in my own Ice King analysis posts and while I rly appreciate the offer I generally only work with friends or creators I'm already fimilar with! Even so, I rarely collaborate in general T_T. I'm sorry, but ty for offering!

To answer your questions anon and @xfriki26 I've actually recieved a few asks about this on my main blog, you can find my response in this post!

I feel really bad for not answering these asks earlier, because I made ppl who had so much interesting stuff to say/tell me like anon here wait for so long. I'm sorry T_T! In any case, while I didn't intend this AU to parallel the experiences of ppl who deal with DID, I'm really happy to hear you felt seen anon! Even if it wasn't my intention, it's rly cool when ppl find stuff to relate to in art I make :'D

@mossdealer thank you so much!!! I love love love your username btw...

I think transitioning could save her!!!

@earthnicity You have my full permission to roleplay it and write fics abt it etc. XD I honestly don't mind at all! In fact it's welcome!

YOUR MIND ANON YOUR MINDDD. You're onto something...

Miscellaneous Asks

Anon, not to be James "Mr. Plagiarism" Somerton but I'm stealing this. (it's so funny I love that)

Yes!! I love indie animation (indie anything rly)

Obviously I'm fimilar with the big two (The Amazing Digital Circus Helluva Boss) however my favorite indie animated series are actually The Vampair Series, Threnody and ENA !!! Ofc, I also love watching indie short films or other such shorter animations on YouTube (I actually have a playlist of some of my favorite animations/animatics on YouTube if you wanna check that out)

Oh and I'm following the development of One of The Powerful! It's a series made by only one person, and those ones always impress me so hard. (if you are interested the creator recently made a series development blog on Tumblr! @oneofthepowerful)

Honestly, one-man-team type animated series are super cool to me. Sch Ribbit is another artist/animator who made their own series just out of their sheer passion, and he was always a huge inspiration to me growing up! (an example of stuff they'd make is their Jaden Unshaked series. even though it's scrapped and a bit old, I still find it super cool!!)

But yeah I love indie animation!

@the-rumbybagg-cake I don't play Minecraft and I never watched any Minecraft YouTubers! I also rarely watch gaming YouTubers in general, so nope!

Weeeell one of my usernames online is Krejzac (made up word that uses worldplay to fuse Croatian and English, and that basically means crazy person)- so that checks out!

Thank you for asking anon! I've def been doing better lately! Gonna be real, late fall/early winter wasnt the kindest to me (I was sick for a long while and then the seasonal depression hit where I wasn't going outside at all, and till relatively recently I was barely socializing and was just girlrotting in bed all day. A mix of social battery dying out but also generally feeling rly drained), but I do feel a lot better now! I'm getting back on track. Hence why I've finally felt able to answer all the inbox messages lol! But fr ty for asking ;w;!

@kajakay TYSM!! Very kind of you :'D!! Though I mostly post clean sketches on this blog haha, I don't rly post a ton of stuff with lineart XD I think it's rly funny (but also feeds my ego) when ppl say they like my lineart and then point to my clean sketches. Don't get me wrong I love to hear it!! TYSM!!

@cloudbustingss (I assume this ask is refering to this fiasco) Yea you are correct! I know I shouldn't respond to angry randos blowing up at me over nothing, I generally avoid it. I just felt like I needed to in that instance, mostly to make other ppl aware in the fandom that "hey if all it took for this person to blow up and start being transphobic and just generally cruel was a drawing of a GNC cishet couple, they'll likely be even worse if they encounter actual trans art or art made by trans ppl, probably block them if you wanna avoid them doing this to you". But yeah usually I avoid responding to ppl like this, I've been online for long enough to know it's not worth it (I've learned through trail and error XD I used to respond to everything when I was younger. Tbh I'm still learning to control my "I wanna respond to this mean person" impulses but I'm getting better I think!) In any case, I appriciate the advice ty!! ;w;

#📬 askbox

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Congratulations! You've been given the opportunity to create a brand new NPC for vanilla Skyrim, completely with vanilla bugs.

Who would this person be? How did they get to Skyrim? What are some funny things they might say in passing? Would they be a follower -- and if so, how would they fight? If not, why? and are they safe? Feel free to elaborate and answer unasked questions about this critter. (: This can be related to your fic(s) and/or existing OCs or completely separate just for fun.

Thanks for the tags @mareenavee and @paraparadigm, I finally have time to write about the idea of Sydari as an NPC/Follower. If you want to do this too go ahead, all my moots have been tagged already because 14 hours ahead also means 24 hours behind in the upside-downundah! XD

Sydari Aralen is a fixture at the Ragged Flagon in the Ratways of Riften, though you'll find she has acquaintances across both Skyrim and, unexpectedly, Raven Rock as well. You'll first find her at the bar of the Thieves Guild hang-out, probably planning their next game night (cards, expensive mead for cheap, a sack of septims or twelve). You wonder where the new Guild Master's priorities lay when this seems to be what their recruits concern themselves with but she says "So long as I bring in coin, Nightingale doesn't care what we do in our spare time, and I bring in ALOT of coin".

You can only convince her to follow you if you make it worth her while. You'll need either 500 septims minimum (but she'll haggle you, she actually wants 1000, and she might throw in a 5000 septim joke, depending on where you find her) or a high persuasion check (you'll at least need to pass a medium one in order to haggle her down from 1000 to 800 and a high one to haggle down to 500.)

You'll find she knows a lot of people and is on a first-name, no-pay basis with Dagur and Haran at the Frozen Hearth in Winterhold. She'll ask you not to mention anything about Riften, or that she's from the Guild. "I have a good thing going here, they don't need to know about that".

She gets cagey on entering Eastmarch, and as you get closer to Windhelm she'll start wearing a hood and face scarf, her demeanour changes and she'll keep her head down inside the city. She'll refuse to enter Candlehearth Hall, insisting on staying "Somewhere she's more comfortable" and won't travel the city at night. If you enter the inn she will not follow you. (With a few exceptions, dunmer are generally not allowed in there in my fic so...) You will instead find her either in the New Gnisis Cornerclub, drinking at the bar or, if you're into lockpicking past 8pm, you'll find she's actually staying at Sadri's Used Wares.

Press her (achieve a medium persuasion check) and you'll find she's been in a dysfunctional on-and-off again relationship with Revyn Sadri for a long time, and they sort of just fall into that pattern whenever she enters the city. (Her relationship with Brand-Shei is also contentious, he won't sell to you if she's present, finding out why is another persuasion check, though it's dependent on how much she likes you. They had a messy, messy not entirely finalised divorce).

Pass a high persuasion check and you'll find that she grew up in the Gray Quarter, she did a lot during that time that she'd rather not do again, if you press her further and fail the persuasion check she'll leave your service. You'll need to pay her the full 1000 septims (she won't haggle), or you can get her a gift (you'll be able to get her a gift later anyway and you can't spam the same thing). If you bring her some Nightshade, Deathbell or Lavender she'll be delighted. (She really likes purple flowers, no one ever buys her flowers, buy her some damn flowers LDB).

If you didn't fail the persuasion check then she'll spill, she'll tell you that she grew up doing whatever she could just to survive, and when her brother, Edras died she sold herself as well. She hates Windhelm, she would rather avoid the area, and to be honest she can't really be there. She'll tell you there's a high bounty on her head because she beat the brother of Galmar Stone-Fist half to death after he violated her. She still leaves your service but you won't have to pay her again. She usually goes back to Riften. After some time, she'll ask you to help her out with a heist, it'll be a random necklace, ring or circlet. She just wanted to float the idea across.

If you dismiss her after this she won't go back to Riften. Think of it in a similar way to the missing follower bug, but she's not actually missing, she's scripted to go to Raven Rock.

Eventually, she'll send you a letter asking for your help, she wants to fund an expedition but also steal the spoils right out from under the crew. It's expensive and she says she'll totally split the reward three ways. You just have to come to Raven Rock and hear her out.

If you do go to Raven Rock and take her up on her offer you'll find her at the Retching Netch. She'll either be sitting at the bar on the bottom floor or she may be sitting opposite a masked mercenary on the top floor laughing about gods know what. She seems more cheerful in the ash wastes, though you can't understand why.

Her personal quest ties in directly with Unearthed. You'll meet the um other "investor" and find that the two of them have come up with a ridiculous plan to swindle Ralis Sedarys out of the Relics of Ahzidal. The two of them (Sydari and her Mercenary friend) thought they could bring in another partner (they don't need one they just don't want to spend all their money). You find the whole thing suspect, and you ask her whether the Guild Master knows she's doing this? To which she replies:

"Hun, I am the Guild Master, I can do whatever I want".

If you do go along with their plan you can try to get her to turn on her partner (this will not work and she'll kick you out of the group, you don't get any rewards). She'll warn you that it's non-negotiable, you now have to deal with the two of them as a package deal. She's much more talkative and relaxed at this point. You can give her a gift here, it'll be a diary from her mother that you find in one of the abandoned houses in Raven Rock. It gives her some answers about where she's really from and the kind of person her mother was. She's forever in your debt from this point on and won't just randomly leave your service though you still can't ask her to swindle the Merc, it's non-negotiable.

If you turn them down you'll find them later at Kolbjorn Barrow, wrangling a possessed Ralis. If you intervene and don't kill him then she may let you keep some of their loot. If you kill Ralis she'll be upset but thank you for at least helping out, she'll tell you there's probably some loot left over in the tombs, she and her partner seem to have filled their packs with loot and touching it will turn them both hostile. Please don't turn them hostile, you're not going to have any fun.

She'll stay on Solstheim from that point onwards and will offer you training in Stealth. You'll get the odd random event where she might pop up in Skyrim stealing from any of the Jarl's residences in almost every hold (Windhelm she just won't touch). She can also be used as a fence.

As far as combat is concerned she's mostly ranged, she uses an enchanted Stalhrim bow called "Ice". She also happens to wield a curious Daedric dagger with a unique enchantment "The Razor" (I have her using Mehrunes Razor in game so it's kinda just a thing). She wears a full set of Nightingale Armour (which is also an alias she shares with Karliah) and knows two spells, Lightning Bolt and Soul Trap. She only uses Lightning Bolt and does so sparingly. She's not a marriage option for a few reasons, which you can probably figure out from dialogue.

#Tag games #Sydari Aralen #as a temporary follower #Yes she's attached once you meet her on Solstheim #I can't think of many bugs I've had them ironed out for so long #But definitely using the missing follower problem

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 1000 out of 5 (holy hell, the smut!)

Holy. Hell. Where do I even start?

This duet is possibly the filthiest I’ve ever read and I loved every second of it. All of my questions from book one were answered here in book two, and boy was it a rollercoaster to get those answers.

The love that all five of the main characters have for one another made my heart melt. The drama had me on the edge of my seat and my heart pounding a little too quickly, but it was well worth it.

Friendships were lost (good riddance) and others blossomed. Again, I loved every second of it.

I highly recommend everyone read this book!

Now enjoy my rambling thoughts...

* “I’m perfectly happy. Why wouldn’t I be?” // “A sad person knows what another sad person looks like. I hear it in your voice. I see it in your eyes. I feel it when I look at you. You deserve to be happy, but you’ll never find it with the people you’re choosing.”

* Lmao. They really “took her captive”. They weren’t messing around when she explained her fantasy 😂

* I’m so glad Jason told her they weren’t going anywhere even after her car was fixed. Yes! Keep her ass with you all. It’s where she belongs.

* Jason and Lucas competing on who can hold out the longest, and Jess doing her best to make them cum fast 😂

* So Manson’s dad was talking to a group of “young men” in order to sabotage our boys, huh? Fuck that dude.

* He told her he loved her 😩

* God. Danielle and Candace are such bitches.

* Goddamn, Jess. You really made Lucas kneel, huh. So hot 🥵

* Is Manson’s dad really recruiting people to fuck with the boys? Ugh. Can someone unalive him, please?

* Why are these assholes trying to kill my babies?! Seriously, these fucks need to go. Someone please ruin their lives 🙏🏻

* She finally told Manson she loved him 😭 Nothing better happen to my babies.

* Manson’s dad really tried to attack Jess at her own home, huh. What a fucking dick. Die already!!!

* And now Vincent has confessed his love ❤️

* I’m so glad Jess finally stood up to her mom. She was pissing me off so bad.

* And now her and Jason confessed their love. All we need is Lucas!! Lol.

* Holy shit. The way they suspended Jason and Jess across from one another as they.. 🥵 well, you know. Read the damn book. You won’t regret it.

* Tough guy Lucas takes care of stray cats. Oh I love him so much.

* And now they’ve all confessed their love for one another!!! I’m so happy. I don’t want anyone to ruin it.

* Manson’s dad really tried to poison the dogs?! What a fucking dick!

* Her debt is paid off and they asked her to join them. Yesssss!! They’re even willing to move to New York with her 🥰

* So Jess being into golden showers wasn’t a mistake on her check list after all. Those boys were so excited lmao.

* Fucking Nate and Alex attacked Jess… this isn’t going to end well.

* Holy shit. Nate and Alex got a well deserved beat down. I’m here for it.

* And here is Manson’s father riling up Alex to go after the boys and Jess again. My heart can’t handle this shit.

* Atta girl, Jojo. Attack Alex.

* Holy shit. Manson’s dad really tried to kill them all. I’m so glad the boys woke up in time.

* They proposed. Omfg. They can’t actually get married, but they got her a ring 😭

* Oh shit. They got her a collar 😏

* Damn. All that talk of breeding.. I hope they have a family one day.

* It’s over. It’s actually over.

#losers duet #losers #losers part two #jessica martin #manson reed #vincent volkov #jason roth #lucas bent #booktok book review #book review #why choose #dark romance #reverse harem

[chalkrevelations]

Y’all. I’m watching Bible, Ta and Perth try to spell things in Thai, and I. am. HOWLING. This is easily the funniest thing I’ve seen on the BOC Youtube site in ... maybe forever. Perth’s “Whaaaaat????” Bible’s “WHY? WHY???” Ta’s constant little “fuck”s. The point when they’re all three so baffled they just fall into English at the same time. Bible’s question mark(s).

At the same time, wow, I’m a little bit weirded out watching Bible, because practically everything he’s doing here is uncomfortably familiar. The self-deprecation, the expectation of failure so that you joke about it as a way to undersell yourself and soften the blow, the constant self-questioning and inability to be secure in any of your efforts, and at the very same time the focus on getting it right, the need to not only be right but to be the first to present your answer, the sudden intensity at the point of actual performance - the visible change in demeanor at the choke point - the way performance outstrips self-presentation by 1000 percent. It’s a ton of very little things that all add up to something that’s wigging me out a little bit, and honestly, I’m trying not to read too much into it or be too weird about it, because I could way too easily slip into a pit of projection and start wondering about a potentially seething cauldron of insecurities just under baby boy’s surface.

ANYWAY. I gotta go watch the last bit of this. I’ve had to rewind 15 times already, and I’ve probably woken up the entire house, cackling at various points. (Perth: “Because I KNOW.” In English. With that Aus accent. I’m D Y I N G. Perth, I [heart] u.)

(ETA: “Big-boss.” Ta: “OK, the name ‘Big’ ...” Bible: “NO. It’s not a name. Don’t reference it.” (emphasis mine) Me: :wheezing: LIKE WHAT? YOU’RE GOING TO CONJURE HIM UP IF YOU SAY IT? OMG.)

(ETA 2: Staff: “Do you want to ask the Royal Institute a question?” Their faces: :|   Me: :flailing:  I think they would very much like to ask the Royal Institute some questions, actually.)

#one of the things i love is that they're all being such good sports about this #also the way they all three just break down at various points and confer with each other #not even competition can stop this cast from colluding with each other lol #bible wichapas #ta nannakun #perth nakhun #be on cloud #kinnporsche cast #kinnporsche #LISTEN #all of this surely can't be simply for tour promo right? #there's some reason they're trying to maintain interest in this stable of actors #even if we're not getting a kp s2 specifically #RIGHT?

[somerandommess]

Maxiel Au, ??angst?? This is about almost 1000 words of something. Something I don’t know.

Content warnings: none? Angst?

In the end, Daniel ends up watching Max win his 3rd WDC in Australia on his couch. No point in going. Not that he’s jealous or anything, he’s already established that Max is Max and Daniel is…well, whatever Daniel is nowadays.

He has a third driver role with RedBull but he hasn’t actually gotten in a F1 car since before summer break. And with no confirmed seat for next year, there’s no point in washed up Daniel Ricciardo being in Abu Dhabi.

He’s laying sideways on the couch watching the fireworks go off and the celebrations going on in the background. What a sight huh? Max jumping in the arms of the team while he lays on his couch in a ratty old shirt.

What a joke.

He focuses his eyes to the center table infront of him.

He really thought that he’d be better by the end of the year, that he’d get a competitive seat, and be a real threat next year. Like he used to be. There’s been talks with Mercedes about taking on a proper reserve role but he knows that the possibility of him actually getting in the car to race is slim.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at the table but then he snaps out of it and grabs the remote to turn the television off. As he goes to press the button, it’s time to Interview Max. He doesn’t process what questions are being asked, just watching him. He’s always watching him, and every time Maxs eyes meet the camera, he’s thinks that he’s watching him too.

It’s only when the question of ‘So what post season celebrations can we expect to see?’ does he turn the tv off. No need in hearing about plans that don’t involve him.

He lays there. Many thoughts running around his head. He closes his eyes and thinks really hard about blonde hair and blue eyes, and then he falls asleep.

————

It’s days later around 10 pm when he gets a knock on his door.

It startles him from his place on the floor infront his couch, laptop in his lap trying to do some work. He wonders who it could be as he gets up and makes his way to the door. Another knock, this time however it somehow sounds irritated. He peeps through the little hole and-

He opens the door, “Max?”

“Where were you?” Max barges inside, lugging behind him a small suitcase.

Daniel closes and locks the door following after him.

“Max,”

“Where where you?” Max asks again. They’re in the kitchen now. Maxs bag long forgotten on the floor next to him. Daniel looks at him and thinks he’s hallucinating. Max looks back. It’s just silence, and staring.

“Where were you? I thought you’d be there. I thought, I thought-“

“You thought what Max?”

Max looks at him, anger in his eyes which turns to hurt. “I thought you’d be there Daniel,”

“I, I couldn’t Maxy,” his entire vocabulary seems to get thrown out the window, but the nickname stays.

“Why? Why couldn’t you be there? Tell me why” He’s not demanding. It sounds more like pleading.

‘Why couldn’t you be there’ ‘Why couldn’t you be there for me?’

“I couldn’t Max. I’m sorry, I couldn’t be there to see you win another championship while my career keeps on going down the drain. Congrats on that by the way. I’m sure next year you can take another one while I become even more washed up,” he doesn’t mean it to come out as harsh as it does. But he never used to think before speaking, why start now?

Max scoffs. “You’re not washed Daniel-“

“Really? You’re really saying that, to me, right now? Where’s my trophy Max? Where’s my championship? Where’s my team? Where’s my seat? Where’s my car? Really. Answer me that.” The words come out fast, his breathing matching the pace. His eyes have glossed over and he’s pretty sure his hands are shaking and he should really stop speaking -

“Tell me, what records have I broken? When was the last time I was a real threat on the grid? I’ve just been making bad choices and look at where I am! I might retire next year and you’re telling me that I’m not washed? That I’m not some driver that will retire and be forgotten about?”

He doesn’t realize Max walking towards him, arms up as if approaching a scared animal.

“Daniel-“

“Max, all I’ve done is won a few races. Left a good team and began a downward spiral,”

Max grabs both his hands and squeezes.

“I don’t, I don’t have a seat for next year Maxy.”

Max looks as if he has something to say but decides against it.

Daniel ducks his head ashamed at his outburst. Tears falling between them. He knows Max is watching him, but right now he can’t bear to do the same. He takes a deep breath in and chases it with an exhale. Max drops his hands and pulls him in close. Daniel wraps his arms around his back tightly.

“I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be sorry,”

“No I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling. I shouldn’t have said those things it’s not fair to you. And I’m sorry for not being there, I should have been. Should have been there to hug you first.”

Max doesn’t say anything, just hugs him tighter. It feels wrong. Daniel was supposed to hug him tight with the fireworks going off and the team celebrating in the background. It was supposed to be a good hug. But this, this is nice.

“Hey Maxy,”

“Yeah?”

Daniel breathes in,

“Congratulations.”

Max breathes out.

Not beta read. Those potential errors in there? Mine. I should do a part two for happy times but we’ll see.

#maxiel #maxiel au

[sips-tea-cutely]

*taps fingers together* May I please have some headcanons for Sayaka, Celeste, Sakura and Kiyondo with a writer s/o who has trouble getting a muse (for whoever wants to)

Sayaka, Celestia, Sakura & Kiyondo’s writer s/o looking for a muse

a/n: please love me again, i wrote something _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

#Sayaka Maizono

a light novel about magical girls? thats pretty interesting!! <333

she’d ask you for people with personality types you’re looking for and have you meet them. would be so happy if they’re a perfect fit!! (albeit a little jealous you’ll spend time with them)

every person she meets, thinks of you!! “would they be a good muse?”

would be hella honored if you ask her to be your muse and would happily answer any questions you’d want to know!

is so proud of any books you write and will happily proofread for you!! <333

cant rely on too much criticism from her though since she thinks anything you do is great but still <333

#Celestia Ludenberg

a novel depicting the life of a victorian lady in europe? ahh, she knows why you brought it up to her. of course, of course she’ll be your muse, dear <3

may or not write down tid bits about her day as a way to help you fill the blanks spots.

if she were to actually help find muses, she’d probably only recommend the men she has graded rank A such as… byakuya :00!!

of course, it was already expected that you’d ask her to be your muse, it was only a matter of time! for her dearest s/o, it will be free of charge, don’t worry :)

adores being your first reader! will read it in the morning while drinking her royal milk tea, how elegant!

still won’t be easy and will point out anything that could need fixing but would praise you especially on the things you did well!! <3

#Sakura Ogami

a martial arts story? thats amazing!! you have sakura’s 1000% support!!!

she will do ANYTHING to help you! by that, i mean she’d even ask her ex-rival/crush, kenshiro to be your muse! (still would be a lil disappointed you didn’t ask her </33)

would also tell you about the practices her and her family practice in a dojo as well as the history of martial arts, of course, only if you need it!!

would be super happy if you asked her to be your muse!! if you have trouble focusing, she’d get a coffee and protein shake for the two of you for the focus! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

like sayaka, also happy to proofread!! tbh, i think she’d read it multiple times, not cause it’s confusing, just because she knows you put effort into it :).

won’t be so light but wouldn’t be as brutal as celeste, the perfect middle! she’d give criticism about parts that were a little vague and would be happy to help you correct it!

#Kiyondo Ishida

a political romance novel? YESS YOU GO BABE !!! <33333

so aggressively supportive!! never too aggressive to scare you though, he’s still the ultimate moral compass!!

would be a little fragile to tell you about his grandfather and the schemes he did to rise to power but still glad to help you! even he has to agree, his grandfather is a bit of a villain

you want him as the main character’s inspiration? YES, OFC BABE <3333333 willing to tell you anything you’d like to know!!!

loves reading the things you write!! may or may not show it to everyone and ramble about how creative and talented you are! (would say you should be the ultimate writer and not toko/hj)

like sakura, very kind with criticism! never talks too loudly when criticizing lest you might be sensitive and cry. very helpful with writing though, he’s like a walking dictionary!!

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