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miki3aqors · 1 year
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Oh yeah! I wrote Stargazing a few weeks ago but never shared the art I kinda sorta made before it but now it's for the fic~
Sometimes ya feelin lonely so ya wanna cuddle... That was the original inspo for this art... then I legit dreamed about this fic and had to make it reality! I should attempt more promo art for my fics... I like makin little sketches like this
Despite being trans myself, I'm still diving into the T4T side of things. It's been fun! albeit I get scared that I am doing something wrong and I panik
Hope ya enjoy!
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thegooblet · 27 days
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thought too hard about dynamics of abuse in rgu and blacked out
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saionjeans · 3 months
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yet another moment where saionji says something incredibly trenchant and insightful only to be completely dismissed due to the ridiculous framing and the general cringiness that pervades everything he says and does (eg, pointing out that the castle is a trick of the light, announcing that they must shed the coffins end of the world has prepared for them, etc etc). obviously in this instance, he is both saying something that is proven correct throughout the show via a myriad of dynamics, but is also shown to be a precept that is teleologically challenged and rejected by anthy’s final choice.
upon a first viewing, one might assume saionji himself is talking about anthy here, whether by presumptuously assuming that she loves him despite his abuse, or claiming that her rejection of him does not lessen his love for her. either way, he seems totally delusional and moronic. i can only assume that utena, who has even less information than we do regarding saionji’s true feelings, assumes that he is talking about anthy, and thus dismisses him out of hand for being a violent idiot. and rightfully so. but also, he’s clearly not talking about anthy, even if he may think he is (or at least would claim that he was if questioned). and this statement is truly definitional to his relationship to touga, whom he resents, envies, and maybe even loathes, but whom he cannot seem to ever actually abandon.
even when he’s given the chance to start fresh, he returns to ohtori (and in this case you can say that it’s because he has nowhere to go, no family, the outside world is scary, ohtori is all he knows, he felt he had no other choice… but this was also true of anthy, and she eventually found the courage to leave! it’s very very hard, but it’s not impossible, which is the point). even as he vocally condemns akio’s system, he nonetheless participates in it, albeit reluctantly, for touga. he is freer, healthier, and kinder in wakaba’s dorm, but he is also deeply unhappy. which isn’t to say that he ever seems happy (at least, not after losing the rose bride), but his unhappiness in “wakaba flourishing” is that of depression, whereas his unhappiness around touga is that of resentment. he’s rightfully angry over constantly being mistreated, but at least he’s not lost. he has a purpose. even if it’s just the purpose of receiving abuse and putting up a futile fight, it’s a role he can play with the only person who has ever truly mattered to him. it’s all he knows; it’s the closest thing he has to real love. and so he stays.
nanami is in a very similar situation as saionji is. they both idealize a version of touga who never really existed, and cling to him despite his blatant mistreatment of them because he is the only person who has ever shown them true affection in their entire lives. he manipulates them, makes a laughingstock of them, facilitates and participates in sexually abusing them, but also makes sure that they are too dependent on him to leave them. nanami is even more blatant in illustrating this idea than saionji is, as for most of the show, she does not even resist against touga like saionji does, rather she purely venerates and worships him, to the point of parody. he is a terrible brother to her, but in such a way that makes it seem like he’s actually a good brother to an obnoxious, ridiculous sister. he is actively grooming her, and she has nowhere to run, because he has fashioned himself her entire world. she cannot fathom a world beyond his limits, her very own personal end of the world.
it’s somewhat unclear whether touga thinks that controlling saionji and nanami is necessary to keeping them around, or whether he only wants them around because he enjoys assuming control over others. it’s probably a mix of both. he probably does hold some affection for them, but cannot conceive of a way to keep them as close to him as he would like without exploiting them, because he believes that true friendship is for fools and true love is impossible. to touga, if every relationship must be imbalanced in some way, then he at least wants to be the one with the power in his deepest relationships, unaware (or at least, willfully ignorant) of the fact that by corrupting and perverting their dynamics, he is slowly tainting their naive childhood love and affection that drew them to him in the first place. so in touga’s case, he inverts saionji’s logic to refigure it as “love can only be facilitated through abuse, no one will truly show you love unless they have to (through exploitation).” it’s the logic of someone who sees the world through an almost 2D framework of abuse, exploitation, transaction, and control. it’s the logic of someone desperately sad and desperately cynical. nanami is very wise (and brave) to ultimately reject him/it, even though it, too, is all she knows.
tsuwabuki complicates the nanami/touga dynamic by aspiring to inhabit both their roles simultaneously, and so he allows himself to be subjected to nanami’s exploitation while simultaneously subjecting her to violence. he is happy to be abused by nanami not because he loves her per se, but because their abuse is mutual. shiori and juri have a similar dynamic, wherein they are both at fault in different ways, both attempt to avoid the other (physically and psychologically) and yet constantly collide like magnets. however, the i would argue that the abuse they face is largely systemic, and their behaviors are primarily a symptom of their internalized homophobia rather than overt malice (even though shiori may pretend otherwise). miki and kozue’s tension is also mutual. they both harm the other despite loving them deeply. because love is not a bandaid that revolves all pain, misunderstanding, and miscommunication. see: the utena and anthy ledge scene.
finally, i think this quote is actually most powerful when figuring it through the lens of utena, anthy, and akio. of course, akio has fostered a dependency in anthy much like touga has with nanami, and so she does not know how to leave him despite being in incredible pain at his hand. but she is not “happy,” as saionji puts it. she is the most miserable girl in the world. she doesn’t love akio as much as she loves the memory of him, the idea of dios (which is of course also true for nanami and saionji re: touga, arguably also true for juri re: shiori, miki re: kozue, etc etc) — but anthy needs akio. or at least, akio has convinced her that she does. he is end of the world, she cannot envision a life beyond his imposed limits.
but i actually find it more interesting with regards to utena and akio. i don’t think at any point in the show, utena ever actually has real, romantic feelings for akio. i think that she is terrified of him, and in her desperate feelings of trapped helplessness as he ensnares her, she convinces herself that those heart palpitations, startled movements, shocks and thrills she feels in her presence is the emotional response not of fear, but of affection. but we know that in anthy’s presence, she doesn’t feel afraid, she feels calm, relaxed, happy. being with anthy isn’t wildly exciting, constantly requiring rationalizations to explain away the dread and internal rejection she feels towards akio’s advances. being with anthy feels like coming home. and it’s why she is initially so happy to be accepted into anthy’s family, to have a big brother like akio, to live under their roof. in utena’s naive, hopeful mind, she is joining anthy’s family in the most innocent possible sense. and she endures it, the grooming, the abuse, the rape, the end of the world; she fights til her very last breath, because she is in love. no matter how [utena] may be abused (by akio), she’s always happy to be near the one she loves (anthy).
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scificrows · 9 months
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Okay, my brain refuses to think about anything other than Murderbot, so I looked at every use of the word "friend[s]" in TMBD and... created some pie charts. Normal human activities.
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Some Thoughts™ I had while putting this together (under the cut):
In All Systems Red, Murderbot notes that the PresAux crew are all close friends (twice! and goes on to explain their internal relationships which I think is very cute). This is pretty much the only use of 'friends' in ASR, except for when Murderbot says that SecUnits can't be friends with each other.
It seems that this may be one of the first times Murderbot has ever really been around a group of friends before? Murderbot notes that this is not the norm for its contracts and admits that the fact that they are all friends and the way they interact with each other make it actually enjoy that contract (before!!!! the hostile attack, so it already enjoys this contract before they start seeing it as a person etc ghghhhh). [Inference: Friendship seems enjoyable.]
The first character that calls Murderbot its friend is ART in Artificial Condition. Murderbot immediately refutes this (and then goes on to call ART its friend to its clients for the rest of the book). [Inference: Maybe ART is Murderbot's friend. And maybe that is... agreeable]
Rogue Protocol has more than twice as many instances of the word 'friend' as any of the other novellas. Why? Miki. Friendship and its implications for non-humans are a central theme because Miki is friends with everyone. Murderbot initially scoffs at the notion that Miki and Miki's humans are friends. At the end of the book, after witnessing how desperately Don Abene tried to stop Miki from trying to save them, and her grief after its death, Murderbot has to admit that she had in fact been Miki's friend. [Inference: Humans can be friends with bots and can sincerely care about them]
In Exit Strategy, Murderbot tentatively uses the word "friends" for its humans for the first time (several times actually). It questions whether it can actually call them its friends or not and later realizes that it had been afraid what admitting that the humans are its friends would do to it. At the end of the book, Mensah tells Murderbot the PresAux crew are its friends, which is the first time a human has directly said that to it (at least on-page). [Inference: Humans can and want to be Murderbot's friends]
In Network Effect, Murderbot seems to be more habituated to the word 'friend', confidently calling ART and Ratthi its friends, like it is no longer just trying the concept on unsure if it fits. There are many instances in which other characters refer to MB as ART's friend or the other way around and Murderbot's humans refer to Murderbot as their friend several times. Generally, there seems to be less hesitancy, because yes, all of them are Murderbot's friends, why wouldn't they be. [Inference: SecUnits can have friends. This SecUnit has friends. They care about it a lot.]
Conclusion: The Murderbot Diaries tell the story of a construct that does not seem to consider the possibility of friendship for itself and is fine with that - until it accidentally starts caring a little too much and suddenly more and more people annex it as a friend (ew) to the point where it can no longer deny that this is happening and has to begrudgingly admit that yes, it has friends now and maybe that is actually not a bad thing.
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wazzuppy · 2 years
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and when I tell you that I’ve never managed to learn another language, that i am unable to separate them in my minds eye. that i can not translate a phrase, I simply know what it means because she cradled my head as she spoke it. that i have tried german and french but can’t form the words of my mother(‘s) language. that I’m scared of saying i love you with the enemy’s accent. i love you do you love me i love you do you love me i love you
ocean vuong, on earth we are briefly gorgeous // elizabeth miki brina, speak okinawa // hieu minh nguyen, buffet poetry // mitski, class of 2013
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yuushiiblog · 7 months
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nevermoredragon-main · 3 months
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A thought I had
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stealingyourbones · 1 year
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I know u usually do dp x dc prompts and stuff, but do u have any ideas about a buzzed unsolved/ghost files x Danny phantom? I feel like there would be a lot of great interactions
srry if ur not rlly into that
luv ur blog btw <3
just finished binging all of their true crime episodes so why not honestly.
(Danny has been mistaken as a cryptid multiple times throughout his adventures through time. One of these instances being the Mothman.) Danny's posts makes repeat appearances in the post mortem and Q&A episodes jokingly saying that "he's talked to the ghosts of the incidents and has it all figured out." and lays out the genuine reason behind the supernatural occurrence or mysterious death of a person. After regularly appearing in the Q&A, they do a Supernatural episode on the mysterious hauntings of Amity Park. Most likely chalked up to mass hysteria or something for the scientific reasoning behind the mysterious ghosts. in the next Q&A, They figure out that the person behind the CelestialGhoul handle is in fact Daniel Fenton, the son of Jack and Maddie Fenton, owners of Fenton Works and creators of the mysterious "ghost portal" which Shane thinks is a load of horseshit. Danny talks about how his Parents were really bad with lab safety and corrected some minor mistakes that the research team of BUN didn't catch. He offered to be interviewed by Ryan and Shane at any time that their schedules can match up. Danny was quite a character and the fans loved his appearance on the show. He was a believer in the supernatural but denied the existence of ghosts in almost every location that Ryan and Shane went to. He cracked jokes with the ghost hunters and seamlessly fit into their dynamic. He was the perfect middle ground. He was bold and brazen like Shane and yet was a believer like Ryan. Danny went on and talked about his parent's terrible lab saftey, the various ghosts that haunted his town, The constant damage the City endured, how this was simply the norm in his hometown, shitting on Ryan for believing that holy water did anything towards ghosts or demons, and the Anti-Ecto laws. (Ryan tried to use these to rub in Shane's face that this was proof that ghosts existed. His boast was quickly swatted down by Shane who countered that the United States also spent billions on UFO research so the Government was just a load of idiots.)
Shane and Ryan get a tad worried on the sanity of this random guy online that they invited to get interviewed on their show when he starts pulling out various ecto weapons and gadgets. He quickly puts them away to their relief and mentions that they were just replicas (that was a lie).
It's a fun episode all in all, more discussion and funny bits ensue and after it was uploaded, fans demanded to see more of Danny. To their surprise, They indeed would see more of Danny Fenton as a crew member for The Watcher.
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local-lamppost · 1 year
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Utena’s Caged Intelligence
Something of a continuation of this.
TL;DR Ohtori, like pretty much every school, was not designed for those with developing intelligence (like middle schoolers) to be able to grow and flourish.
So I’ve gone over a little bit of the initial curiosity of Utena and how that diminished, but I wanted to address some topics I might have missed because I mainly focused on Utena’s logic.
When I say logic, I mean her matter of fact/overtly blunt manner of problem solving. She forces her way through problems headstrong, making her solutions equate to the dumb joke stereotype. She sees things in a straight line in a world that is determined to pave only curved roads. Her logic makes her the biggest moron in a world of the illogical. This can actually be seen in Miki as well. Miki is an artist at heart, but doesn’t think he can express himself that way because of the “feminine” nature he’s been taught the language of art is. Miki tries to translate his artistic thoughts into logical dialog, and because of his inability to correlate his mind and voice it makes him one of the easiest characters to manipulate; he’ll mimic what those around him says-especially after an emotional moment-because that must be how a regular “logical” speaker would act.
Utena is similar to a degree, she’s just in no way self aware. Less frantic than Miki, but easier to condition once you can tug Utena’s logic away from her own and onto someone else’s (Akio’s).
Utena is not allowed to come to her own conclusions. Akio or Anthy or whatever student council member has been enlisted are all quick to put her in situations that derive her of exploring other options. It becomes that the best way to solve her problems is to go along with the duels (to the point that she challenges Touga to a duel purely for herself and her own issues, because that’s how problems are solved at Ohtori).
I think the best way to dumb this thought process down is to think that everyone is playing a game. Utena plays by the book and is a naturally very skilled player, others will have mind games or better items to try to gain an upper hand; but then there are players like Touga, Akio, and Anthy who have cheats enabled, but Utena is unable to realize this.
Lastly, the point that can slip people’s mind is that Utena is 14 and the people pulling the strings are all older than her/more experienced. Akio is in his twenties or thirties(not even counting that he might be a magical immortal deity), Touga is both an upper classmen but someone who appears to be living the most ‘adult’ lifestyle of all the underage duelists (the mindest for them is very much sex=maturity/power), and Anthy’s bread and butter is preparing sacrifices for her brother(as well as being a maybe immortal witch).
Her age is Utena’s greatest detriment in the game she’s playing. The only characters that get manipulated as much as she does are Miki and Nanami (Nanami especially) and they are the youngest of the duelists. Yet there are the scant few times it gives her strength, such as her duel with Wakaba (but even then, this duel gave Akio that firm line in the sand he would need to eliminate to further bring Utena under his control).
A school is supposed to be where you go to grow your logical intelligence, while being placed in an environment meant to grow your social intelligence. Ohtori, under Akio’s direction, does not comply to this standard: they value the independence of the students. Something that sounds good, until you remember that these are kids still in need of support, support Akio is glad to provide as he frames himself as the only truly mature and reliable presence in these children’s lives.
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deadrosenemi · 13 days
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Do you guys ever like watch and anime and want to make a story related to it? Like I watched madoka magica and my brain is rotting because I want to make a story like it adding my own extras the thing is it doesn’t really follow the plot where homura “saves” madoka it’s more like girls who lived to make wish I did do the goddess thing though with three of them though the first goddess would be able to create everything thing it the second goddess is like a back the first she dies recreation and then the last one just destroys my brain is rotting Cause I’ve only focus a not-so minor character lore she has so much back ground and she doesn’t even get into the plot way until like the middle. like I said I want to make a story alike to pmmm but I don’t want it to be a copy😭😭
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miki3aqors · 1 year
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"A Typical Christmas Morning" 🎄 Rated T for kinda horny kisses 🎄 3.5k One Shot 🎄 Babysitter AU/Modern AU 🎄 Christmas Parties, Kisses, and Albedo being an introvert~
New AeBedo fic for ya'll~ It's been in my drafts for over a year now, and I'm happy to have it finished~
Happy Holidays~ Enjoy!
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drifloonz · 6 months
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( third image kind of suggestive i guess ) is this anything
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transmascutena · 6 months
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21go-gay-today37 · 10 months
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¿¿¿¿¿Edward Nygma ?????
Cane is for fucked up joints and muscles in left leg
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undermattsun · 1 year
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mafia!eren jaeger x reader | w.c 1.2k
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a/n: tysm n ilysm @theygottheircages for helping me decide on who to write this bad boy about xx it makes sm sense i hate it sm,, also if i missed any tws pls let me know!!!
— 18+ dark content minors dni —
warnings: it seems dubcon-ish but reader is v much into it, gun play (russian roulette), public displays of dangerous sexy times, mafia involvement, alcohol, drunk reader!!!!!
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Sticky, hot and sticky and suffocating and–
“Baby...” His voice is low, a mere vibration in your ear somehow penetrating the heavy bass thrumming through your skull, “what am I going to do with you, hm?”
Suffocating and sticky and his words are barely making sense. When did his fingers start slipping past the hem of your skirt, when did the scorching bodies moving around the two of you start to part?
“Open your eyes, look at me.” His voice is firm, a little clearer than before with a slight growl at the end. It forces you to blink away the heaviness from your lids, the fluorescent lights of the bathroom making your eyes throb and the thought of closing your eyes again is more tempting than ever.
Reprieve comes in the form of his perfect face coming into view, full lips drawn into a lazy half smile but the dark look in his eyes is far less than gentle or understanding.
“And what do you think you’re doing here?” He smooths his bruised knuckles over your heated cheeks, fingers dragging along your jaw to pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“Wan’ed to see y-you.” The slurring of your words does nothing to satiate the rage seeping into his expression, if anything his features seem to turn sharper.
Spelling out your certain doom.
“Eren puh-please, don’ be mad, m’so sorry.” You lean forward, hands out in hopes of catching his shirt between your fingers, only to be shoved back into the wall, the thud radiating a dull pain.
“I made it clear, I made myself very clear.” His hands land on either side of your head, caging you in, nothing more than a whimpering mess at his mercy. “When I am working, you stay at home and sit there, looking pretty, nothing else.”
He’s making a point to be mean, to make you feel small and stupid. And in his presence? Maybe that’s all you are.
Your gaze drunkenly wanders over him, you’ve never seen him in his “work clothes” before. It only proves his unspoken occupation that much more.
Where every day he wears more muted casual clothing – “athleisure” as he calls it – here he stands with thick chains hanging off his neck, a rather expensive fur jacket draped across his shoulders and white tank stretched across his chest.
He looks dangerous.
He looks delicious.
Something tucked in his waistband catches the light, the glint of it drawing your attention.
“Where ya lookin’ sweetheart, my eyes are up here.” He taps at your chin, your eyes snapping up to meet his. There’s something curious in his gaze that has you even more on edge, alarm bells starting to ring in the back of your mind. “You do love shiny things huh?”
He draws the revolver from the waistband, careful and slow, finding yourself unable to look away as he fixes his finger to rest over the trigger. The barrel is polished to perfection, catching a sliver of your reflection as he raises it between the two of you, pointing it towards the ceiling.
“Should we play a game? Give you a chance to make up for breaking the one rule I have for you?”
He doesn’t wait for a response, sliding the cylinder from the frame and letting the bullets fall from it. All but one.
“In m-my mouth.” Your response is instantaneous, unable to hide your anticipation and no longer held back by sobriety. He’s never gone this far and you’ve never pushed him to, not until now.
A wide grin takes over his smirk, something sadistic and a little proud that sends your heart into a frenzy.
He spins the cylinder then brings the tip of the gun to your lips, tracing along the curve of them before pressing the warm metal against the seam forcing them to part. The taste of metal and a hint of gunpowder has you sobering up, instilling a touch of fear yet making no dent in your excitement.
You watch as he draws the hammer back, his finger fixed over the trigger. And just before pulling it he leans in, a quick peck to your temple before drawing back.
Click.
“One.” His tongue flicks over his bottom lip.
Click.
“Two.” He cocks his head to the side once more, a look of fascination flashing in his eyes.
Click.
“Three.”
He starts to pull it back, a dissatisfied moan and a challenging glint in your eyes pausing his movements. He blinks at you, that same smile from before splits his face again and you can’t help but shudder.
“My pretty baby loves to play, huh?” A garbled affirmation escapes from you, earning a satisfied hum from him as he shoves the barrel further into your mouth forcing you to gag around it. He drags the hammer back for a fourth time.
Click.
“Four.” Your heart threatens to burst from your chest, the thought of just how lucky can you be crosses your mind. He leans once more, arm braced against the wall with his lips ghosting over your ear.
Click.
“Five.”
Before you can even react he’s ripping the gun from your mouth and firing the last shot into the wall, the sound ringing in your ears as he tosses the revolver to the floor.
A hand finds its way into your hair, forcing your head back as he seals his mouth over yours, his tongue chasing the taste of metal.
Your hands fly up, gripping at the white fur of his jacket, fingers tightening as he rolls his hips against yours.
“Mmph Eren, please, please.”
“So pretty for me…” He mutters against your lips, teeth chasing his words. It’s too much, it’s far too much as he hikes your skirt up, slotting his thigh between yours and forcing your legs to fall apart.
He’s mouthing at your throat when there’s the telltale slam of the bathroom door being thrown rather harshly open. There’s a clench of Eren’s jaw, his fingers digging painfully into your flesh before he sighs and pulls away just enough to respond.
“What?” He calls out, his annoyance palpable.
“Sorry boss, but there’s a problem.” Floch’s voice echoes against the tiled walls, and you slump further against the wall, disappointment filling your veins.
Without warning your boyfriend shrugs you off, almost sending you to the floor as he rips open the stall door. Thankfully he’s blocking you from view with his broad frame as you scramble to make yourself somewhat decent.
“And who’s problem was it before it became mine?” His tone is even, but the venom that drips from each word is clear.
“So about that, it’s not that bad you see–”
“Floch.”
“...It was your brother’s assignment but–”
“Let me guess, he decided to turn on his infamous charm and forgot to make the very important deal like I explicitly told him to and most likely got caught screwing the man’s daughter in a rather demeaning location?”
“The garden shed.” Floch mutters.
“That’s classier than where he was caught with the mayor’s son.” He sighs in a more amused rather than upset manner, he looks over his shoulder and shoots you a wink. “I’ll get Connie to drive you back to the apartment.”
“Okay.”
He waits until Floch makes his exit before turning to face you properly, his hands making their way to your hips to draw you close again. He touches his forehead to yours, and you can’t help but lose yourself once more.
“And do me a favor Princess, don’t surprise me like this again. If you want to see me work…” He smirks, a touch more deviously, “I suppose I can think of something for you to do for me.”
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