#providing I don't get spoiled by then some other stupid way

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Simon Riley NSFW hcs ♡

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Two lovely people asked for my NSFW Simon headcannons and I'm happy to provide!!

Just a disclaimer, these are my headcannons. If you have ones that are totally different, that's okay!

He's fictional and can be whatever you want him to be <3 (except a rapist. We don't do that here.)

If you have any COD thoughts or requests, my inbox is open!!

~ Fi 🐝

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I'm a soft!Simon truther until death.

There's not a single reality in which I can see him ever being too rough with you, let alone hurting you.

First of all, he has no fucking clue what he's doing. He's maybe had sex 2-3 times in his life and I don't think any of them were memorable or good.

I'd wager that all of them were hookups, encouraged by other soldiers to "let off steam". But Simon just can't do it, it feels so wrong. To give himself so fully to someone he doesn't even know.

There needs to be an emotional connection in order for him to feel comfortable and good. He needs to trust and love this person before he can do anything with them.

It's gonna take a while for him to open up, but once he does everything is smooth sailing.

(I also don't think he masturbated excessively. He probably jerked off, everyone gets horny, but especially if we say he's on antidepressants, his sex drive is pretty low. He's either too tired or just doesn't care)

Your first time together was fueled by a, not so uncommon, make-out session on his couch. It'd usually end with you grinding on his thigh or rubbing yourself over his clothed cock until you both reached a satisfactory end.

Simon thinks he could live an entire relationship with only sticking to dry humping, but in reality he's just terrified of the intimacy of real sex.

It's not too romantic, none of that rose petals lit candle stuff. It's not that Simon hates all of that, but I just think it'd be too much for the first time.

He's already so nervous (so are you probably if we're honest) and all that extra stuff would overwhelm the fuck out of him.

(He will spoil you with rose petals and candles another night, even if it just ends you with you falling asleep in eachother's arms <3)

Eventhough it's soft and sweet, you're both still very horny and basically rip the clothes off of the other.

Foreplay is important!!! (For all my girlies who don't drip down their thighs)

Not only for you but for him too. Even if he's rock hard already, he wants to enjoy himself, maybe be a tease. He will always make sure that you're okay and ready (and so will you bc he deserves it).

Would literally eat you out to calm himself down. He probably has fallen asleep while licking your pussy, it's his personal meditation.

Your taste, the way you feel on his tongue and the fact that he was two perfectly good pillows wrapped around his head made it easy for him to nod off.

Also, he prefers it hairy. (Fight me.) (pls don't)

I know it's cliche but he's like 2 seconds away from just coming inside of you the second he pushes in. Not only does he feel good but when he looks down he sees you and he could cry from how happy he is. He just loves you so much.

Can we please put the "You only take half of him" bullshit to rest??? Thank you. We all know Simon as BDE but let's keep it on the real side okay. He couldn't give less of a shit if you can take him to the hilt or not.

(Some gals physically can't bc if your vaginal canal is too short, then it's impossible. You don't want a bruised cervix, so don't be stupid) I do think when he's more comfortable about it and a little more desperate and rough, he'll play into the size kink.

He probably has a huge size kink anyway but he would never make you feel bad if you couldn't take all of him. (Especially if you're giving him head bc let's be real that thing is not going down no one's throat okay)

He has the prettiest moans. I JUST KNOW IT. they're more throaty and deep but they sound good. I honestly don't think this man is capable of whimpering (like physically. Not with that smoker lung) sorry babes.

Simon isn't too loud, but just enough to make you that much hotter. He will try to pull more moans out of you, like a little challenge for himself.

NONE OF THAT "10 rounds Riley" SHIT. (Have any of y'all ever had an orgasm before like?? Who the fuck is going ten rounds??? Not me that's for sure lmao) it really all depends on your guys' mood and neediness on that day.

I do think he can and wants to go a couple of rounds but it's probably more on the rare side and never more than 4.

He knocks out immediately. He's always tired anyways.

I think his favorite positions are missionary, prone bone, and cow girl. He likes the closeness, wants to feel every part of you and kiss it like his life depends on it.

The further you are into your relationship, the more new stuff you can try out. He's always gonna be hesitant at first but if it's not too out there he'll try it.

Simon will tell you if something is a hard no for him and he expects you to respect, just as he would for you.

Would 100% make you ride his face. Wants to he smothered in it okay. (Simon said sit, so sit.)

Simon would be down to tying you up (one condition; you're never tied to anything. In case of emergencies)

You won't get him to be tied up though, that's a real hard no.

I think the closest you'd get to a submissive Simon is if you order him around.

He's sitting on his knees before you and you tell him exactly what you want him to do (one thing Simon Riley can do is follow orders) and he'll pretend to let you be in control and maybe you are for a while, but deep down he's always in control (not necessarily sexual or possessively, he just needs the security)

He loves to get head (not as much as giving it tho) but he will never ever force his cock down your throat, even if you begged him.

He can't do it, won't do it. Has he had the urge and fantasies?? Sure, but it goes against everything he promised when you got into a relationship.

Sweetly suck on his tip and stroke the rest of his length and he's happy as a clam <3

His absolutely favorite thing is when you ride him in the morning. Just lazy and sloppy circles of your hips while you sit on top of him. He loves the sight.

Simon'll gently hold onto your hips and guide you if need be. It's even better if you're laying flush against his chest and the both of you are snuggled under the blanket.

Bonus; he loves to make-out with you. It's an unhealthy obsession that has led to too much lipgloss/lipstick ingested just bc the fucker couldn't wait 2 minutes for you to take it off.

Kissing you is his number 1 way to show you how much he loves you since words aren't his strong suit.

Needless to say, he's head over heels for you, and the sex is great. <3

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[freyito]

ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ + ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ-ꜱᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

this ones super self-indulgent, simply cause im in a bit of a mood and i need comfort. so why not write little drabbles with my HUSBANDS!!!! sorry im still working on requests! my schedule is packed and thursdays are about the only days i get to myself, so im working on them, i swear!!!

for more context, there's a couple different ways people can be touch-starved and how people react. i know some people seek out touch actively, but im one of the people who has an aversion to it. that's why it's written like the reader doesn't quite enjoy it!

also, this was kind of inspired by Kocham Wolność by Chłopcy z Placu Broni

cw: male reader, just fluff really, bonus, proofread

-Johnny Cage

Johnny's flashy, touchy, and over-the-top. Of course he is, he has to be. With his status, he wants everyone to know exactly who you are and show you off. You're all his, and only his, and he needs every single one of his fans to know.

So when you shy away from his touch, dodge away from his hand, or even keep your distance the very first time, his heart shatters. He doesn't quite know how to handle it. But he doesn't go with the same approach. He doesn't give up, either.

He's a sucker for physical touch, and if he's denied it, he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He quite literally looks down at them and wonders what he can do.

His first thought is that you dislike him, actually. That you hate him. He has a deep-seated fear of rejection, and for his beloved to turn away from his warmth and love, it stings. He overthinks, and he reacts as such.

Johnny is a 50/50 with being logical. It depends where he is and what environment he is in. However, with love, where he is completely and utterly vulnerable, giving his all to his boyfriend, logic does not take place with his emotions. He does not think that you do not seek the touch he seeks, he craves.

But, before he can let that vile, horrid, agonizing feeling in the back of his throat take hold, there's slight reassurance. A soft gaze that mends his broken heart, if only for a moment. That's when he finally rationalizes.

You don't even need to tell him at that point, he silently understands. Besides, he has other ways he can show his love for you. Spoils you rotten, tells you all he loves about you. See, he can find ways to make up for the lack of physical touch!

Johnny makes sure to ask you before any physical encounter. He asks to hold your hand, asks to hug you, asks to hold you, asks everything. And each time you say yes, he has the biggest grin on his face.

One night, while you two were sitting on the hood of Johnny's car by some cliff,- like those stupid romantic scenes in movies- you lean over to Johnny and rest your head on his shoulder. Your arms are touching, his shoulder provides a comfortable pillow. You feel safe. Gazing at the very few stars scattered in the sky, the night sky's beauty stolen by the city below (and by you, Johnny says). Johnny's beaming. He's trying so hard not to show it, he's trying to act cool. But he can't. He's almost vibrating because of the butterflies in his stomach. He's proud of you, he's in love with you, and god, he's so happy. He leans his head on yours, and whisper all sorts of sweet things, 'I love you', 'You mean so much to me', 'You're the most beautiful man I know', and 'Thank you'.

-Kenshi Takahashi

Since Kenshi focuses on touch mainly in the relationship, he has to re-evaluate how he goes about this without touch. He doesn't start off with it, like Johnny does. But he slowly builds up to it. And when he tries to place a hand on your shoulder, feeling you completely dodge him almost feels humbling.

He's at a loss. But unlike Johnny, his first thought is the right one. Perhaps you aren't ready, you aren't comfortable. And that's okay. He's going to think of different ways to seek out your affection, even though physical touch is the only way he really understands love.

But, he also understands. He knows what it's like to dislike touch, after years of hollow touch and forced affection. And he understands if you just don't trust him enough, he's empathetic.

He'll wait for you, however long it takes. He isn't afraid to admit it's a bit disheartening, but he understands and he loves you and he will always wait for you. He still cherishes your time together, and it isn't spoiled one bit. Besides, he can tell you just how much he adores you. He doesn't have to rely on touch every time.

Like Johnny, he will always ask. But he does prefer that you make the first move, at that point. Any little touch, he also cherishes. Even if it's your hand accidentally brushing against his while walking. You always catch a small smile from him when that happens.

He's happy as is, really. The lack of physical touch doesn't take away anything from the relationship or from you. Simply basking in your presence is enough for you. He adores you, and he knows you're his as much as he's yours. That understanding is really the only thing he craves in the relationship.

He relishes in every little touch you give him, however. Simply holding hands is the most intimate thing to him. He isn't big on PDA, but he loves holding your hand anywhere in public. Even if Sento offers slight guidance to him, he loves knowing you're there to guide him.

The night you finally initiated contact, he fell deeper in love with you. It was quiet, alone, still. In your room, you lay next to him, simply enjoying the pleasures of the mundane. You reach for his hand, and gently trace the ink on his hands. He's calm, collected, but inside burns a fire so bright, that you can feel his body temperature rise. He slowly turns his hand, opening his palm to you. For a moment, your fingers linger, tracing the creases in his hand, before finally intertwining your fingers with his. He turns his head to you, a soft and inviting small on his face. He breaks the silence, whispering an 'I love you, so much', before the silence lay over you two once more.

-Bonus! Johnny Cage AND Kenshi Takahashi

They both agree not to smother you and take their time with you and your comfort. Since most dates and activities will always center around all three of you, they're specifically gentle with you, and are rather hands off with both you and each other (as hard as that is for them).

Just because they are comfortable with each other and each other's touch, doesn't mean they are going to flaunt it. Kenshi believes the ideal is to slowly incorporate you into events. To suffocate you with the idea of touch is too much.

And they do just that. Johnny follows Kenshi's lead, really. Neither of them can live without your touch, and the idea of turning you away is a mutual fear.

When you found yourself between Kenshi and Johnny, simply "watching" a movie from Johnny Dearest, you ended up placing your head in Kenshi's lap, and your legs in Johnny's. You were tired, that was all. Just so happens you had the most comfortable men to lay on. Johnny gave Kenshi the most bewildered look, before realizing the man was still blind. But regardless, Kenshi almost shared the sentiment. However, Kenshi didn't waste his chance. He places his hand on your head, scratching at your scalp. While Johnny just revels in the fact that you've finally warmed up to them.

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[merakiui]

i see the dilf milf-vision, but now how will i ever pick between stepfather dilf!azul or stepmother milf!vil, i wanna be in a fucked up situationship with them both

Being stepfather Azul's precious doll. <3 he encourages you to live at home with him instead of moving out and looking for work elsewhere. Why do that when he can provide for you? Do you really want to leave him all alone in this big, cold home? >_< so you stay, and he dresses you up in all manner of finery. You're brought to business events and parties and other social gatherings. It's for formality's sake. Your stepfather would rather spend these evenings inside with you, watching movies or playing games. Alas, he must keep up a good reputation.

You're the cutest eye candy in your expensive outfit. Some of Azul's friends and associates mistake you for his trophy spouse, and to your surprise your stepfather smiles and nods along with their assumptions. All while his arm is snaked around your waist, his hand at your hip to keep you glued to his side. Even if you were to steal away somewhere, one of the Leech twins would track you down and bring you back to a very unhappy Azul. Hasn't your stepfather told you not to wander off at these events?

Maybe he'll just have to give you a better reason to remain with him... he knows you can't hold your alcohol, and so he makes sure you won't drink yourself silly. But sometimes he passes another glass into your hands when he knows you can't handle it, if only to get you tipsy enough so that you'll fuck yourself stupid on his cock when the both of you are in the limousine on the way home. <3

Stepmother Vil who has the mentality of "mommy knows best," and so you've always listened to her advice because she could never be wrong. She gives me "wine mom" vibes............ like Azul, she also makes sure her precious darling always looks the best and most beautiful. She spoils you so lavishly; you'll get all of the best outfits and designer brands as well as the best skincare products. Some may think she's a bit obsessive in her control of you, but you disagree. Your stepmother does all of this out of love!

She's truly wonderful. :) everyone, both rich celebrities and fans alike, is impressed that she has such an upstanding stepchild. You've been built in her image. If anyone asks, you always smile and say that you're happy your stepmother is so helpful and always has such good advice to share when it comes to being, feeling, and looking your best. What they don't know is that in order to get to where you are today, obedient and sweet for her, your stepmother taught you (and your body) how to respond to her and only her.

It's because she knows best that you allow her to stretch you open on her fingers or strap. It's because she knows best that you've become a great kisser thanks to countless nights of practice with her. It's because she knows best that you'll never know love outside of her embrace. Vil has high standards. She won't allow her beloved stepchild to fall in love with and marry just anyone. Besides, one of her many priorities when it comes to you is ensuring you're always happy. No one but her could make you feel as content as she does, which is precisely why she's all you need for physical and emotional comfort. For everything.

#twisted chit chat #tw: stepcest #n/sfw #tw: age gap

[kimpossibly]

THE CHAIN -> e. roundtree PART ONE: drummers' curse

PAIRING: eddie roundtree x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of minor injuries (NOTE: some warnings for this story include MAJOR spoilers for this series down the line, so I'll put those beneath the cut. If you don't want to get the story spoiled, then just ignore it ― but I did want to provide the chance for you to get an idea of how the story will go later down the line if you have any sensitive topics you'd like to avoid. please prioritize your mental wellbeing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apologies in advance for making Y/n the drummer and putting Warren on rhythmic guitar. I just loooooooove female drummers. Also can you tell that I love Karen and Camila? Because I love them with alllllll my heart and soul. Another sorry in advance because this one may break your heart a little ― it sure broke mine. NOTES ON THE WORK: I used the timeline from the book, mostly because I couldn't keep track of it in the show haha. I read the book twice before watching what episodes of the show were out, so the lines may blur between the two. For your convenience (and mine, tbh), I'll put the year all the characters were born underneath this note so you can reference it when you need to. I just couldn't keep track honestly. I think in the show they start the band when Graham is fourteen, but in the book he's around 18 when they add Warren on, so it's kind of confusing?? I decided to stick with the book because it was a more physical timeline. Anyways, enough talking, here's your guide! ― YEARS BORN (in order of age) Billy Dunne -> 1947 Camila Dunne -> 1949 Graham Dunne -> 1949 Warren Rhodes -> 1949 Eddie Roundtree -> 1949 Daisy Jones -> 1951 Y/n L/n -> 1951

WARNINGS (SPOILERS INCLUDED): reader has a terminal illness. Discussions about death and loss, depictions of grief, hospitals

It's no secret that the renowned 1970s band Daisy Jones & The Six went through its fair share of ups and downs. Until their inexplicable split on July 12, 1979, they were undeniably one of the biggest bands in the world. While a more detailed account of the band's history will be recounted in a more thorough transcript, this advanced edition will focus specifically on two of the band members: Eddie Roundtree and Y/n L/n. More specifically, it will focus on their individual and combined roles they played in the band's eventual downfall.

THE RISE OF THE SIX (1965 - 1972)

GRAHAM: Y/n grew up next door to us. She was a little younger, two years or so, so we never really gave her a second look. Until the day she wandered into our garage during band practice out of nowhere. She practically ripped the drum sticks out of Chuck's hand and just started...wailing on 'em. I mean, she could make your head spin. Here was this thirteen, fourteen year old girl next door, this kid, and she was the best fuckin' drummer we'd seen. I mean, in the neighborhood. She wasn't Mitch Mitchell, but she was the closest thing we had. And she was too good to be shoved in the back with a tambourine. But we couldn't just take Chuck's spot away and hand it over to the new girl.

CHUCK: I knew right then and there that they wanted to give my spot to the new girl. There was no doubt in my mind. And, you know what? I got it. This chick was good. Way too good. Did I feel threatened by her? Hell yeah, I did. And at the time I probably wanted to tell her to screw off, but now...now I get it.

EDDIE: She was good. Amazing, actually. Graham and I looked at each other and knew that she was something we'd be stupid to pass up on.

BILLY: When Chuck told us he wanted out, we were pissed, of course. We were heading off to open for Winters that week. It felt like things were going to look up, just like I always knew they would, and he was ditching. I know now that that wasn't really what it was ― he'd gotten into college, fan-fucking-tastic. It was a good opportunity for him, a sure thing. But right then it felt like a betrayal.

WARREN: So he ditched, and Billy just turned right to Eddie and said, "Go tell Y/n she's in." And he was just...terrified.

EDDIE: I said, "why me?" You know? It wasn't my band, it was Billy's. And here he was, ordering me to tell some new girl she was in. I was fifteen and could barely ask a waitress for ketchup. At the time, that was probably the last thing I wanted to do.

GRAHAM: He asked why it had to be him, and I told him the truth: he was the least intimidating. Billy, you know him. He had a tendency to get too focused on the task at hand and could get a little...harsh. And Warren? He had one of the biggest personalities you could find. He'd scare her off before we had a chance to offer her the spot...[Pauses] I probably could've done it, in all honesty. I just didn't want to screw it up. Eddie was better with words than I was, and we needed her in our band. Badly.

EDDIE: And I remember thinking, "Here goes fucking nothing."

The doorbell ringing was what got her attention. No one ever used the doorbell. It was always a knock ― that, or someone just walked in. The L/n's front door was hardly ever locked back then. Y/n's mom was a nurse, formerly a school nurse. She didn't want to risk the chance that some kid took a spill and had to limp home on an injured leg. So all the neighborhood knew, if you got hurt playing outside, you could march on over to Miss L/n's place to get yourself fixed up.

Y/n had her own share of walk-ins, too. By the time she was ten, she had seen her mom help out enough kids that she was practically a nurse herself. She could disinfect and bandage and stitch up any old case that walked through her front door. And if someone who was too busted up for first aid? She knew where the keys to the family Winnebago was and how to drive herself and them to the local hospital. She was only fourteen and didn't have a license, but it didn't matter. She was a safer driver than most everyone else on the road.

So when someone rang the doorbell, she assumed that it was someone too injured to knock. She grabbed the car keys and made sure her suture kit was within reach.

When she opened the door, she didn't see the blood and broken bones she was expecting. Instead, Eddie Roundtree stood on her front porch, hands shoved anxiously in his pockets. He looked all right, but that didn't stop her from asking: "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Um. No," Eddie said quickly, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"Okay," she said slowly, eyes narrowing. "Do you want to come in?"

"Yeah, sure."

Y/n turned and walked further into the house, prompting him to close the door and follow her. She led him to the kitchen. "Lemonade? I made it this morning," she offered, already opening the fridge.

EDDIE: That jug of lemonade was bigger than she was. [Laughs] I could barely watch her get it down. I was afraid she'd drop it on her foot. But she just took her time getting it from the fridge to the table. I found out later that her mom bought a pound of lemons a week because Y/n wanted something to offer every kid that came through their front door. [Pauses]. She was just like that.

He gave a nod. Y/n stood on her toes to grab two glasses from the cabinet. She poured one glass, hands shaking from the weight of the jug, and Eddie realized that this awkward silence was probably the best time to transition into his real reason for visiting.

"Chuck left the band."

"Oh," she said simply. "Sorry."

"Don't be."

She paused, looking confused. And Eddie, who's will to live was slowly draining from this conversation alone, raced to finish what he had (awkwardly) started.

"I just mean that...you're in. The band. If you want to be our drummer, you're in."

Y/n paused mid-pour, setting the pitcher down on the counter carefully. She turned around until her back pressed into the kitchen counter, arms crossed over her chest. "And you thought I'd jump at the chance to join?"

"No. No," Eddie said quickly. "We just wanted to offer you the spot if you still wanted it."

"Did I say that I wanted it?"

"No, but―"

"Okay, just making sure," she handed him a glass and hopped up onto the counter, crossing her legs underneath her. "So you need a drummer?"

"Yes. Badly."

She took a sip from her glass and paused, as if weighing her options in her mind. She swallowed. "Are there any other girls in the band yet?"

EDDIE: Yet. Like she knew it was going to happen. It was just a matter of time.

"No, not yet." he replied.

"Then be honest with me: are you guys sleazeballs?"

EDDIE: Sleazeballs. She didn't sugarcoat things. She wanted to know if we were creeps or if we'd let her play drums in peace. I get that, one hundred percent. but back then, it felt like she was trying to accuse us of something.

"No," he said quickly, "Well...Warren can be a little much, but he means well."

She took another slow sip, once again weighing her options in her mind. "When's your next gig?"

"We play pretty much every night, wherever we can find. It might take us a bit to teach you the songs, but―"

"I can learn them," she said confidently. "How soon do you need someone?"

"Soon as possible."

EDDIE: By then, I was terrified she'd say no. All these questions and never once did she seem really interested in joining. I was already trying to figure out which of us would be the least shit at the drums.

"Okay. I'm in."

EDDIE: And that was it. She said yes. I didn't appreciate how much she'd saved our asses right then, but I was relieved. That was for sure.

GRAHAM: Eddie came back, told us she said yes. She couldn't join practice until her mom got home ― she didn't want the house to be empty if some injured kid wandered by ― so we had about an hour and a half to teach her every song.

BILLY: She picked 'em up like [snaps] that. Never doubted it for a single second, either. Once she knew it, she knew it.

EDDIE: She showed up to the first gig in overalls and sneakers. She let Camila put a little makeup on her, too, but we could all tell she hated it.

CAMILA: She was sweet. And, surprisingly, a little shy. I could tell she was a little scared of the boys. That's why she was a little cold to them at first. But she was just the coolest kid. I mean, fourteen years old and joining a rock band? She was a little rockstar, right off the bat. She asked me to put some makeup on her before her first gig with the band. When I gave her a mirror after and asked her what she thought, she said, "I like it, but it makes me feel like a doll. Not a drummer." She liked the glitter the most, though. It became her trademark. She put it on her cheeks, in her hair, everywhere that would catch the light. She'd come off stage and you'd see a little pile of sparkles behind the drum set.

EDDIE: Right off the bat, first gig. It was enough to freak anyone out. She joined the band six hours ago, learned the songs three hours ago, and now she was playing in a club to a couple dozen people. It seems so small now, but back then? It was like starting at Wembley.

Y/n shook out her hands for the eighth time. It wasn't about loosening up for the gig anymore, she just needed something to do that didn't involve throwing a punch or screaming at the top of her lungs. She looked up at Billy, standing at the front of the group, cool and calm as ever, and she had the distinct urge to kick him in the shin. Why did he get to be so calm when she was right behind him, on the verge of throwing up?

She turned to anxiously twisting a single drum stick between her fingers, around and around, faster and faster. Eventually it became so mindless that she barely noticed as the stick slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor. She bent to retrieve it quickly, hoping no one had noticed.

But, of course, someone did.

"Hey," Eddie said, looking back at her.

"Warren knocked it out of my hands." she said quickly.

Eddie glanced over at Warren, who was a solid two feet ahead of her, physically unable to have knocked a drum stick out of her hands. Y/n knew from that glance that he could see right through her lie. Now she really wasn't in the mood to talk.

EDDIE: She was terrified. And she was lying her ass off about it. I didn't want to run the risk that she choked up in the middle of the show and screwed up our set. So I figured I'd just, talk. And if she wanted me to screw off, she'd tell me. She had a way of saying exactly what she wanted.

"You've heard of the Drummer's Curse, right?" he asked.

She frowned in a way that told him no, she did not.

"First, there's the obvious stuff: drummers have to lug around the most shit out of anyone in the band. Drums sets are heavy and expensive, so there's that. But the worst part is that they're easy to overlook, you know? They're at the back of the stage behind all this shit, everyone stands in front of 'em. Drummers can fade into the background real easy. The best drummers can outshine anyone else onstage. You'll do that one day, but if you're freaked out now, just let yourself fade a little. You'll play better than anyone up there and the crowd'll know it, but you can let them focus on someone else if you want. You get what I'm saying?"

EDDIE: For a second, I thought she was going to punch me.

But then she nodded, wiped off some of the pink lipstick Camila had put on her with the back of her hand, and pushed her bangs to the side. "Drummers' Curse, huh?"

"Some people believe in it, some don't."

"And you?" she asked, turning to him. "Do you believe in that kind of stuff?"

Eddie paused. Shrugged. "Sure. Seems true enough to me."

Y/n nodded. "I don't. It sounds like bullshit to me."

Eddie frowned. She looked up at him. "I'm not going to let myself fade because I'm scared. I signed up for this, you know. The least I can do is own my place. If I outshine you, it's just because I'm that good," she said matter-of-factly. "I will need help carrying the stuff, though."

EDDIE: I didn't know what to say. I mean, [laughs] what the hell do you say to that?

He felt like he'd had the rug pulled out from under him. And then, he surprised himself: he laughed.

And Y/n surprised herself then, too ― she smiled.

EDDIE: That was just...[Shakes head. Smiles.] I don't know.

"I think we can manage that." he said with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen...The Dunne Brothers!"

WARREN: If I were still the guy I was back then, I would completely undersell her to you right now. I'd tell you she was an average drummer who was more in it for the thrill than the craft. But that wasn't it at all. She got up there and she just...shined.

GRAHAM: We all knew she'd be scared before the first gig. In fact, she looked about ready to throw up when they announced us on stage. But the second she hit those lights, it was like she was a different person. She waved and smiled like she'd done it a hundred times. The only other person I'd seen do that ― I mean really become another person on stage ― is Billy.

BILLY: That first show with Y/n was a little bit of a trainwreck. We were at least a half beat behind the entire show. And I'm not saying I blame her, but she was new and shiny. We got through it just fine, but I think we all felt it wasn't our best show.

WARREN: That show was bitchin'.

GRAHAM: It was a great show.

WARREN: Back in those days, we'd get off stage and start cheering for ourselves like we'd just won the goddamn lottery. Somewhere along the way, that stopped. We'd just pat each other on the back, say 'good job,' and that was that. But when Y/n got backstage? She was screaming and yelling like it was the best night of her life. And all of us joined in without a second thought ― well, maybe all of us except Billy. He was kind of a hard ass, even then. None of us had ever heard this girl talk louder than a glorified whisper, and then she came out of nowhere with this full-body scream. And who did she run to? Well, I think you can guess.

CAMILA: She just about jumped into Eddie's arms.

Adrenaline is a funny thing. For one, the effect is had on different people can be vastly different depending on who it was. Some people mellowed out, some people amped up. Y/n fell into the second category.

The second she got off the stage, a giddy laugh ripped from her chest, turning more into a scream of triumph halfway through. She was buzzing. Literally. Her hands felt numb ― or, more accurately, they felt like they felt more. Everything she touched was sharp and blinding.

The next person to join in on the screaming and jumping around was Warren. Then Graham. Then Eddie. And then, reluctantly, Billy. Eddie was the last to come off stage, slinging his guitar off his shoulders, and Y/n, without thinking much about it, ran straight to him, leaping directly into his unsuspecting arms.

The others were too hyped up on their own adrenaline rushes to notice that anything out of the ordinary had happened. She wrapped her legs around his waist hanging onto him like a koala. And Eddie, who couldn't deny adrenaline, held onto her back without a second thought.

After a moment, she leaned back, arms still wrapped around his neck, faces inches apart. "Drummers' curse, huh?"

EDDIE: She didn't fade. She couldn't, not even if she tried.

Eddie just smiled and shook his head. "Sounds like bullshit to me."

#daisy jones and the six #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones and the six fanfiction #daisy jones & the six fanfiction #eddie loving #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader

[katamaricule]

What is dmbj? I've googled it but idk if it's one of those 'I love it and recommend it' shows or a 'I love it - pls never watch it <3' kinda show yk lol

Is there an answer somewhere in the middle? Because that's where it should go.

DMBJ is a franchise based on a set of novels by an author we'll call NPSS. These are mostly first-person tales narrated by a spoiled little dipshit named Wu Xie, as he and his friends go on tomb-raiding adventures, encounter supernatural obstacles, and learn about all the ways snakes don't work. The series has several giant holes in it, as NPSS tends to get bored and wander off mid-story. Several dramas and movies have tried to adapt various pieces of this gap-ridden, wholly unresolved saga, to varying degrees of success.

So to answer your question: There are installments of DMBJ that are a hoot that you should watch, and then there are installments of DMBJ that are also a hoot but you shouldn't watch before you have an affection for the franchise as a whole, and then there are installments of DMBJ that you should not watch even if you are a fan of the franchise because they are just not worth your time.

The problem is, not everybody agrees on what goes in which category. But if you're interested and want to give it a go, these are my personal takes on what's what, in chronological order of events as they happen in the series:

The Mystic Nine

Good starting place: Yeah, actually!

Requires prior knowledge: Nope

Actual ending: No resolution whatsoever

Wu Xie: He's not in this one

Best part: Charming characters you love or love to hate

Warning: Very cheaply produced, with cuts that render significant parts of the story incoherent

Worth watching: Yes, if you're willing to accept the jankiness

The Lost Tomb

Good starting place: Weirdly, no, considering that it's the first series they made

Requires prior knowledge: Not really

Actual ending: Oh, heavens no

Wu Xie: Cardboard twerp, kinda cute

Best part: There's ... some antics, I guess?

Warning: Makes some bizarre additions, condenses several books, just ... isn't very good

Worth watching: Not especially

The Lost Tomb 2

Good starting place: You could do worse

Requires prior knowledge: Some, but who knows if it helps?

Actual ending: Ha ha ha you're funny

Wu Xie: Breathtaking idiot twink street-parking a Maserati

Best part: Wu Xie and Pangzi are in love

Warning: Interminable bronze tree plotline, incomprehensible timeline especially at the ending

Worth watching: Sure, but bring a book for the long stretches

The Lost Tomb 2: Explore With the Note

Good starting place: It doesn't matter, because you're not going to watch this one

Requires prior knowledge: It can't save you

Actual ending: Nothing of the sort

Wu Xie: Shove that whiny nerd in a locker

Best part: There is no best part

Warning: Don't do this to yourself

Worth watching: What do you think

Ultimate Note

Good starting place: It seems like no at first, but it actually is!

Requires prior knowledge: It helps, but you can get by without it

Actual ending: Complete cliffhanger

Wu Xie: Precious muffin

Best part: Everyone is so cute, also heihua

Warning: Tonally way goofier than the other series

Worth watching: Yes! This one's so fun

Tomb of the Sea/Sand Sea

Good starting place: If you like things on Hard Mode

Requires prior knowledge: The main character doesn't have any, so why should you?

Actual ending: It thinks it does, but it's stupid and slapdash and leaves a million loose ends

Wu Xie: Mafia widow (also he's not the main character)

Best part: Seeing from the outside how fucked-up the whole Tomb Raiding Industrial Complex is

Warning: A hot mess, but occasionally a beautiful one

Worth watching: Yes, but maybe save it for later

Reunion: The Sound of the Providence

Good starting place: Shockingly, yes

Requires prior knowledge: No, though it recontextualizes everything once you know more

Actual ending: Yes! Holy shit! We got an ending here!

Wu Xie: Consumptive angel with a gun

Best part: Some truly impressive performances from Actual Actors, Wu Xie and Pangzi are married

Warning: Honestly, just watch this one first so you don't know what you're missing, because once you do, you can't unsee it

Worth watching: Definitely

I hope that ... helps? Or at least doesn't make your confusion worse?

#dmbj #lost tomb #lost tomb reboot #i made this

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I really live the idea of the twst anime just showing random things that happen with the characters that we don't see in the main story, the obey me anime did that too and I think it was for the best! I would also like to see some events played put in the anime bc I think it would be fun to see some of them in a form other than the game! that would give us a chance to maybe see some different places other than nrc too! I think the masquerade event might be too big for one episode of the anime but it would be really cool to see it animated. I also want to see najma, cheka and some other family/friends that we either have seen little of or haven't met before (deuces mom and malleus grandma! the leech parents! azuls family??? SEBEKS MOM AND DAD??) they don't have to play a big part in it, just little bits with them if the anime is focusing on certain characters each episode

[Referencing this post!]

In talks of the TWST anime (which we still don't have a lot of details about), I do often hear comparisons made to Obey Me, which got an anime adaptation that focused not on the main story but on the daily lives and stupid shenanigans of the characters. As I mentioned before, I would prefer if TWST went this route for its anime rather than repeating the main story for (what is it now?) a 4th time (game, manga, light novel, now anime).

The main story is fine and all, but to me each retelling barely adds anything new to the actual plot (even if the Yuu is changed up), and I'm personally not all that invested in them when they don't play an active role for half of the story. I feel like the art form of animation could be much better utilized to explore things not tackled in the manga or the light novel: new locations, new characters, new lore. It could even be adaptations of the less serious conflicts in events or vignettes! This would get newcomers introduced to TWST without spoiling the main story while also providing fanservice to preexisting fans. There's just so much of TWST not touched upon outside of the game, and I think that's a real shame because Twisted Wonderland has very interesting places, cultures, and people! I personally want to see more of the characters interacting and more of the world in the anime rather than the episodes trying to shoehorn Yuu into scenes they don't necessarily have anything to do in. (That's honestly a lot of the gripes I have with Yuu; their presence oftentimes feels contrived and lacking 💦 and I feel like this issue will become extremely apparent in animation unless Yuu is changed significantly and actually given things to do where game!Yuu did not (ie during battles, in book 5, etc.)) I definitely feel like my interests are more aligned with learning more about the 22 boys in the main cast and their relationships and families. Maybe we could have an episode or two dedicated to just how their friends/families reacted to them being accepted into THE Night Raven College! The anime certainly sounds like a faster way to see the family members of the boys over waiting for them to be introduced to us one by one in randomly placed hometown events 😅 I just want something more slow-paced and character focused, time to take in the scenery and how the characters act around each other... not, "Oh gee. Fancy that, starting with Heartslabyul all over again."

In regards to Glorious Masquerade, I do think it would be possible to cram everything into one episode's run time (especially if you condense the boys exploring the City of Flowers into a quick montage), but I don't think it would be paced too well. To be safe, it could take place over the span of a few episodes, maybe 2 (with part 1 being the pre-crimson flower phase and part 2 being the post-crimson flower phase).

#twst anime #twisted wonderland anime #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #spoilers #Obey Me

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Mobogo

CR 10

Chaotic Evil Huge Magical Beast

Bestiary 3, pg. 194

These gigantic, demonic toads are thought to be the direct offspring of Gogunta, Demon Lord of Swamps, though the Mobogo themselves rarely care about their potential genealogy unless she bothers to contact them directly and bless them with some divine power. Rather, they act as the emperors of entire tribes of Boggards and other swampfolk, embodying the gluttony of toads and the greed and pride of dragons (this art doesn't show it, but they do have a draconic tail and back spines!) as they spend their days basking in the adoration of their peers... and the constant stream of sacrifices provided for them.

Whether they serve Gogunta's will or see themselves as gods worthy of worship, there's little that a Mobogo enjoys more than having food and gifts lavished upon it by devoted subjects. Unlike with, say, a normal dragon, playing into a Mobogo's greed and gluttony will in no way promise safety or passage through their territory; give them all the possessions you have while promising them even more, and they may still decide that it's better to have food now than later and snarf you down whole and alive. The only creatures Mobogo bother listening to and refrain from eating are their boggard sycophants and others of their kind, and even that loyalty begins to fade if they find their tummies grumbling.

It's not a matter of supernatural metabolism, they just enjoy eating. Which, y'know, relatable. Ironically, food isn't much of a problem for the big toads or the tribes they surround themselves with; able to use Charm Animal at will, the Mobogo are in no danger of starving. If one's hungry, it's simple to snare the mind of a swamp boar or a flock of birds and beckon them closer so their servants can dispatch it. How often this technique is used is entirely dependent on the Mobogo's mood; some only use it to feed themselves and force their servants to hunt and farm for food, while others can act more benevolently and share their charmed spoils with their boggard neighbors... but the default state of these dracotoads is "screw you, I got mine." The at-will charm also means they're kept in the loop on what's going on in their swamps, as they're able to Speak With Animals without needing an action. They're actually quite stupid despite their power (Int 6) so it's not likely that they'll have a spy network of birds and lizards around, but it's useful for keeping their minions behaving when they think every insect and frog they see may be an eye for their master.

Charming animals isn't all they offer! If they really put their minds to it, Mobogo can be true gods of prosperity and harvest; they can use Create Water at-will, Control Water 3/day to undo the damage of flooding (or cause even more of it if offended), Plant Growth 3/day to enrich the ground and assure a bountiful harvest (or entangle and destroy whoever they wish), and Quench 3/day to instantly snuff any fire that proves a danger to their land (or... actually there's no evil way to spin Quench). The unfortunate problem in the 'could be a bringer of prosperity and hope' is everything I've mentioned in the previous three paragraphs.

In addition to their utility magic, Mobogo have a lot more offensive magic than it first appears. Sure, Fog Cloud and Control Water don't look that impressive in a vacuum... But you have to remember that you're not fighting these dracotoads in a vacuum, you're fighting them in a swamp. A thick, primeval swamp loaded with gigantic patches of quicksand, choking vines, waters that go way deeper than you think they do (perfect ambush spot), and trees that block out the light. Say you're in a dingy little boat trying to get through boggard territory, and then suddenly you have to contend with a whirlpool forming in the river you're sailing through! Or a bank of thick fog rolls in out of nowhere, blocking your view of the shoreline!

And then a gigantic toad crashes down on your boat from above, dealing 2d8+13 damage to everyone and everything in its 15ft space. If you're lucky, that's its opener. If you're not, your head is split by the beast's at-will Sound Burst, potentially stunning everyone in a 10ft burst... and then it slams down with its Crush to initiate before attacking everyone open to its Full-Attack. Mobogo attack with two slams for 1d6+9 damage and a bite with their oversized mouth for 2d6+9, which aren't the most impressive, even if their 15ft space and reach let them swath huge chunks of the map in a threat radius. They also have no DR, no resistances, and no defensive abilities that protect them if they get into melee or find themselves at the receiving end of enemy spellwork (aside from some meager Regeneration that's shut off by all the common elemental damage types), forcing them to be pragmatic in their swampy homes. They may not be smart, but they're wise enough to use terrain to their advantage.

Mobogo are unimpeded in natural territory thanks to Swamp Stride, something they should be making full use of among tangled roots and sticky mud. They CAN fly, adding another vector they can attack from, but they're unlikely to get a surprise round unless they attack from underwater or from behind a fog bank. More than likely, though, Mobogo will use their spell-likes to impede the party from afar before dragging them in one by one with its tongue, a massive appendage with a 45ft reach that deals 1d6+9 damage on impact before Grabbing the victim and Pulling them 5ft closer. Like most frog monsters, Mobogo don't become grappled if they have someone seized with their tongue, allowing them to continue making attacks against other targets while their tongue damages and yanks victims in round by round. Any creature dragged into a space adjacent to the dracotoad on its turn risks being swallowed whole, taking 2d6+13 damage a round while freeing up its tongue.

Fun fact: Mobogo can't use their tongue as part of their Full-Attack (they have to choose their slam+bite or their tongue), but they can use it to make Attacks of Opportunity alongside Combat Reflexes to fish for long-ranged grapples multiple times a round to severely impact a party's ability to do anything requiring concentration or uninterrupted movement, and they can use it alongside their Cleave or Awesome Blow feats to swat multiple foes in a round or send one foe flying into deep water, thick plants, or sticky mud. And speaking of sticky mud, Soften Earth and Stone is a spell which is only vaguely useful in most situations, but "being in a swamp" is one of those situations where it becomes downright encounter-defining, potentially entangling the entire party in mud that denies all actions for 1d2 rounds if they fail the Reflex save. Even if they get out, the Mobogo can use Gust of Wind 3/day to blow them right back in, or just use Awesome Blow to do it.

I mentioned a while back that they can initiate with Sound Burst, but there's actually two potential obnoxious noises they can make to begin a fight and/or to support their allies: Every 1d4 rounds they can unleash a Vile Croak, a maddening noise that staggers all non-boggards within 50ft for 1d4 rounds if they fail a DC 19 Will save. Any boggard or Mobogo (including the user) which hears the croaking instead gets +2 to attack rolls and to saves against fear effects for one round, letting the monstrous beasts sit back as their (literal) toadies do all the work, occasionally giving their foes a tongue-lashing from afar.

In a vacuum, Mobogo are much weaker than their CR suggests. In their swamps, they're truly awful foes to try battling against as they budge party members amount with their superior reach and knock or pull them into disadvantageous territory, and they almost always have whole clans of toad people at their beck and call to pick up whatever slack they have. When fighting in swamplands, the terrain itself is as dangerous as the encounters within, and Mobogo are born to take advantage of it!

You can read more about them here.

#Monster Spotlight #CR 6 to 10 #Pathfinder #dungeons and dragons

[powerofelvis]

Chocolates & Cream

Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader

Word Count: 6K

Summary: You don’t get the whole idea of Valentine’s Day as you believed that celebrating love shouldn’t consist on a single day, but Elvis will show you that it's Valentine's Day every single day while you're his girl.

Warnings: Fluff, Valentine's Day date, smut, oral (f.receiving), mentions of a candy g-string, unprotected sex, a hint of breeding kink, foot play (if you don't sneeze), nipple play (if you don't sneeze), aftercare

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, Babies! I hope you all enjoy a little cute fic for your favorite couple, Songbird and Elvis. This fic happens after the Sweet Inspiration series, so the troubles is long gone by this point. As always, I hope you all have/had a wonderful Valentine's Day. I love you all! 💗

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Valentine’s Day. You couldn’t be more unimpressed with the holiday. After all, who wants to celebrate only one day of being in love with someone? Luckily for you, you were back home with your sisters; the feeling of home always made everything better. You could say that maybe you were a little jealous of the holiday because you had never been in love before until recently. Needless to say, Valentine’s Day was your least favorite holiday and it would probably stay that way even in your relationship. It wasn’t that way for Elvis however, he was excited for the holiday. When he would call, he would make subtle hints about your upcoming trip to Vegas and how he couldn’t wait for you to see your surprises. 

Ever since you had started seeing Elvis, he has always had a thing for spoiling you. You would try to turn away some gifts, but he didn’t really like it all too much, so you would give in, accepting everything that he gave you. Estelle and Cissy would joke about how they never saw a Drinkard woman covered in so much fur and diamonds, it made them jealous. You, on the other hand, weren’t overjoyed about being out and about with valuable jewelry and minks on, but when you were in Elvis’ world, it was all or nothing. So, you sucked up your pride and made yourself stand out as much as you could when you were out in public with him. 

“What should I pack for this trip to Vegas, Cissy?” 

“Make sure you have a nice dress, Songbird. Oh! That lingerie set that you bought before you left Vegas, Elvis never saw that on you, right?” Dee Dee sat on your bed, her fingers playing with her Afro as she watched you move around your bedroom, shoving clothes and accessories into your suitcase. Cissy sat beside her, nodding slowly as she agreed with her older sister. “After all, you’re his Bird now. We can only tell you what you want to hear, not what we think.” She laughed, Dee Dee raising a brow at her before shaking her head. 

“Don’t pay this fool no mind. We know how much you hate Valentine’s Day. But it shouldn’t be that way this year, you’re in a very serious relationship with the biggest superstar of our time. Songbird, just promise us that you’ll go and enjoy yourself. Don’t be out there in Vegas like a bump on a log.” You let out a sigh, knowing that Elvis worked hard to provide a wonderful Valentine’s Day for you, so you could at least show your appreciation for embracing the stupid holiday. “I love him enough to travel to Vegas to celebrate. Look at that, baby steps.” You uttered, zipping up your suitcase before turning to your sisters. 

“Now which one of you lucky ladies is gonna drive me to the airport?” 

It ended up being Cissy, who drove you to the airport the following day. As you said your goodbyes and made your way to the proper terminal where your flight was, you could feel your heart pumping in your chest at the thought of being with Elvis once again. The flight went well, but you were nervous beyond measure at the thought of being back in Vegas after a short little break. As you exited your flight, you noticed couples everywhere, holding and smooching on one another. You grimaced, making your way out of the airport with your luggage. God, could it be more obvious?

“Hey Bird! Don’t just stand there!” Your head snapped over to your sister Myrna who was waving at you from a car. “Jerry and I have been waiting for about an hour for you, come on!” She yelled, nudging the brown haired man who stood next to her with his sunglasses covering his face. You knew from anywhere that it was Jerry, his suaveness always seemed to stick out. You ran over to your sister, wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you hugged her tightly. “How has California been treating you, Myrna? Jerry’s been treating you well?” You playfully glared at the man, who grabbed your suitcase before sticking his tongue out at you. 

“I’ll have you know, Little Bird. Jerry has been a southern gentleman. California is nice, but we aren’t here to talk about me! We are here to talk about you and Elvis! I heard he has some fancy things for you tonight, honey!” She got into the car, turning around from the passenger seat to eye you as you got comfortable in the back. “He won’t tell me what he has planned, but yes, he has something planned for me and I’m honestly nervous. I’m sure that it’s nothing too serious, but I don’t think I’m ready for whatever it is. You know I hate Valentine’s Day!” You crossed your arms as you looked out of the window. 

“I know, honey. But, this is your first Valentine’s Day being with the man that you love. You should be excited.” She giggled as she took Jerry by the hand as he made his way back to the Hilton, where Elvis has been staying ever since the break of the engagement began. He didn’t stay there all of the time, in fact, there were some times that you would go visit him in Memphis where you would spend all of your time in his arms or underneath him. You shook the memory out of your head as you eyed Myrna as the car made its way into the Hilton’s parking garage. “I am excited, I’m so excited that I have butterflies in my stomach. I just don’t think this holiday will be my thing though, you know how cringy these couples can be.”

Myrna raised her eyebrow as she shook her head. “Oh whatever, Bird. You’re just not used to being in love, but that’s alright! Elvis has definitely shown us how serious he is about you. It’s time that you do the same.” You knew that she was right, nodding your head in agreement that you would at least enjoy the presents that your boyfriend had for you, without feeling as if it was an obligation only for the namesake of a day. Jerry had removed your luggage from his car, handing the keys over to your sister as he stated that he would meet with Elvis for their meeting that they were having while Myrna took you out on the town to get you ready for the night. “Tell Elvis that he better have everything ready by the time that Y/N and I arrive after the sun sets, honey. He has all this free time to have things done, Songbird deserves a wonderful night.” 

Jerry nodded his head as he pressed a kiss to her lips, before turning away from you both, disappearing in the doors that led into the hotel. Myrna pushed you into the passenger's side of Jerry’s car before she got into the driver's side, pulling out of the parking garage as she headed into town. “Let’s go get you dolled up for your man.” She giggled as she had a whole day planned for you to get pampered. The first thing that you did with Myrna was head to the local salon, as she stated on more than one occasion that you couldn’t knock Elvis off of his feet without having your hair properly done. As you walked inside of the salon with your sister, your brow raised as you noticed that there was no one inside. “Maybe they aren’t accepting customers yet, Myrna. Why don’t we-?” She rolled her eyes as she pushed you into the salon chair, turning you around towards the mirror.

“Now you know that I’m not letting a random stranger fool with my sister’s hair. I got everything covered.” Myrna was usually the one who would always fix your hair when you were getting ready for dates or even for shows at the Hilton, so it wasn’t a surprise that she wanted to fix up your hair for your night with Elvis. After she washed your hair, she pushed you back into the salon chair, sprucing up your hair in such a way that you had never seen her do before. Your hair was pressed out, little ringlets of your curls began to form as she pinned your hair up before placing a diamond laced clip in your head, pinning your curly hair neatly into a bee-hive type hairdo. “Wow, Songbird. You’ve pulled off this hairstyle better than I thought you would have.” She giggled, turning you around to see the finished product in the mirror. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you noticed how beautiful your hair looked, imagining how you wanted Elvis to let your hair down as he took you repeatedly in his penthouse suite. Myrna could notice that the wheels were beginning to turn in your head, rolling her eyes as she shook her head. “Focus, bird. You have plenty of time to think about your little rendezvous with Elvis later.” You laughed as you hid your face behind your hands, a little heat moving up your neck as you let out a little giggle. “I swear, Myrna. It’s not what you think.” You giggled, eliciting a little ‘mhm’ from her as she turned her head to face you. “Keep your nasty thoughts to yourself, Y/N. I don’t wanna vomit on this special day.” She taunted you, turning your chair around to face her as she snapped her fingers. 

A couple of women entered the room, carrying an assortment of polishes and makeup boxes in their hands. “I thought it was only gonna be you fixing me up?” You crossed your arms, already done with the day. You knew that she had a few tricks up her sleeve, but she knew that you would deny her if she told you what she had planned for you. “Hush! You wanna look good for your hunk later on, don’t you? Well, this wasn’t planned by me. It was planned by him. One of your little surprises, so to speak.” Your face heated up once again, the thought of Elvis hiring these women to fix you made the butterflies that you already had flutter up into your chest.

“This sly man, always having surprises up his sleeve. Alright, well, let’s get on with it so I can thank him properly.” You wiggled your brows as Myrna stuck out her tongue in faux disgust, going over to sit down in the waiting area. Olivia, the woman who was working on your makeup was a huge fan of the Sweets, gushing about how she adored your music and your relationship with Elvis. “I wouldn’t ever think that Elvis Presley would ask us to do his lady’s makeup, I’m literally trying to keep myself together.” She giggled. 

You smiled as she added the right amount of mascara to your eyes, ensuring that she didn’t cake it on like you asked her.  “I’m glad that he asked you to do this for me, I really can’t thank you enough, darling.” You smiled, looking up at her as she finished your makeup. “Could I maybe get an autograph, Y/N? I may not get this opportunity again.” She handed you a piece of paper and a pen, a huge smile on her face. You nodded, writing your signature before placing the paper up to your lips, getting a bit of your lipstick on the paper before handing it to her. “When the engagement kicks up again, come by and see the show! I would love to have you there.” You smiled as she blushed, her smile beaming brightly as she nodded her head. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world! You’re so sweet! Thank you.” 

Your nails were finally next, opting out the normal red polish that you would go for. You decided that a nice pink would suffice, something that you knew Elvis would love more than anything. Once your manicure and pedicure was finished, Myrna returned to your side as she tugged you out of the salon. At that time, the sun was beginning to hide behind the clouds. “Don’t worry, I already have the right dress for this occasion. Let’s get you back to the hotel, I’m sure Elvis is dying to see his woman.” You giggled as you followed her, nerves getting the best of you as the ride back to the hotel gave you time to think about what Elvis had planned for you. Myrna arrived back to the parking garage where you were previously. She had a smirk on her lips as she led you into the hotel, pressing the elevator button repeatedly. 

“What do you have planned for me, Myrna? You haven't spoken a word since we left the salon.” She turned to face you, a mischievous smile forming on her face as she pulled you into the elevator once the car arrived. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out, little bird.” You shook your head as you crossed your arms, the tune of Elvis filling in the silence between the both of you. One thing that hasn’t changed since you left was the hotel’s support of your boyfriend, humming along to The Wonder of You until you arrived on her floor. She stepped out of the elevator, skipping towards her hotel room that she shared with Jerry. Once you stepped inside, your eyes immediately took in the box that sat on the bed. “Open it, bird. I can’t wait to see what is inside.” She wiggled her brows as she led you over to the bed. You let out an exaggerated sigh, walking over to the wrapped box that was on the bed. There was a note that was attached to it, the handwriting making your heart leap into your throat. This was from Elvis, his handwriting sitting prettily on the card. You turned to Myrna as she shrugged her shoulders, plopping down on the bed as she handed the card to you. 

Songbird,

I know you don’t like Valentine’s Day. But after tonight, I hope that you’ll enjoy bein’ loved by me, especially on this beautiful day. Don’t worry, Myrna helped me pick this out for ya. I can’t wait to see you in this get-up tonight, baby. You’ll look beautiful like always. I love you.

Elvis

This man was going to be the death of you. You placed the card back down on the bed, before ripping open the box. Inside of the box, surrounded by gift wrappers was a light pink dress, the material staring back at you as you picked it up from the box that it laid in. You didn’t miss the white lace that sat on the hem, chuckling as you thought that Elvis must’ve spent a lot of money for it. The next thing that appeared in your view nearly gave you a heart attack, your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as you turned to face Myrna who was wearing her signature smirk on her face. However, once she looked into the box, she broke out in an uncontrollable laughter. Underneath the dress laid a pair of g-strings, but it wasn’t any normal pair of panties. The thong was covered in heart shaped candies, the different colors varying from pinks and blues. “Is he fucking kidding me? There’s no way I’m wearing this.” 

“Oh yes, you are! He made it clear that he wanted you to wear everything that came out of this box.” Myrna spoke through her laughter, tears flowing down her cheeks as she clutched her stomach. It was clear that Elvis had a plan of his own, but you had no clue where the candy g-string would fit in. You sighed, placing the candy coated panties down next to the dress before looking into the box once again to see a lovely pair of pink pearled earrings that came with a pink diamond encrusted choker with his initials spelled out in the middle. “Go on, Elvis is probably waiting on you and the sun is starting to set.” Myrna pushed you into the bathroom, shutting the door after you. You rolled your eyes as you decided that you would grab a quick shower, making sure that your makeup stayed nice and neat. Luckily for you, Olivia decided to use waterproof mascara so it wasn’t affected as you stood under the warm stream of water that hit your body. 

After your shower, you moisturized your bronzed skin before putting on the perfume that Myrna had sitting in her bathroom. You wrapped yourself in a robe, opening the bathroom door to see that Myrna had left. You walked up to the bed, picking up the blush colored bra that sat in the box, putting it on your body before begrudgingly sliding the candy g-string over your hips. Although it was covered with candy, the inside was soft as it sat on your vulva. You put on your dress, the material clinging on your curves in all of the right ways as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Yep, Elvis was definitely right about this being the dress for you. You slid on your pink blush heels before clipping the choker around your neck, rubbing your fingers along the diamond encrusted EP that sat on your chest. Once you were completely dressed, you grabbed your clutch as you heard a knock on the door. 

You opened the door to see Red standing at the door with a bouquet of pink roses in his arms. “You look beautiful, Y/N. These are for you.” He handed the roses to you, a giggle passing your lips as you uttered a quick word of thanks to him as you closed the door behind you. “Myrna is with Jerry?” You asked, tilting your head up to Red, smiling softly as he nodded in affirmation that she was safe with her boyfriend. After everything that happened with Ellis, you didn’t want her to be alone. Red led you over to the elevator, the butterflies returning once again as you entered the car. Red pressed the button that led up to the penthouse suite. On the ride up, Red engaged in a little conversation with you, asking you about how your sisters were doing and how you were while you were away from everyone. “We are doing fine, Red. We just miss being here in Vegas.” You giggled as you heard the ding of the elevator, indicating that you were finally at the penthouse. 

Red didn’t leave the elevator, sending a wink in your direction as you stepped off. You turned around, slightly waving at him before the doors closed in your face. You took a deep breath, making your way over to the door before knocking. You were completely nervous, forgetting to use your code that let him know that it was you. The door swung open to reveal Elvis in all of his glory, his red blouse slightly revealed his tanned chest. You bit your bottom lip, clutching the bouquet of roses in your hands as you smiled sweetly at him. “Songbird, you look breathtakin’.” He let out a groan, wrapping his arms around you, his hands lingering on the swell of your ass. You hummed, taking in his scent that drove you crazy as you nuzzled into his neck. He pulled away, your right hand rubbing away a little of your makeup that got on his shirt before he stepped away from the door. 

You walked inside, your eyes lingering around the room with a look of awe over your face. The room was dim; candles placed on every bit of surface that filled up the room, rose petals strewn on the floor and the bed, a heart drawn neatly on the sheets. On the dining room table lay chocolate covered strawberries and different heart candies and multiple bottles of champagne with wine glasses sitting next to them. You turned to see Elvis standing behind you, his arms crossed as he smiled down at you. “You did all of this for me?” You giggled as you turned back to face the dressed up room before you, placing the bouquet of flowers on the bar next to you before walking up to the table, grabbing a candy before plopping it in your mouth. It was your favorite, with the different messages varying from ‘be mine’ and ‘luv you’. “Well before we dig into those sweets, I have dinner made for us, baby.” Elvis spoke, your head turning to look at the plates that were made up of various foods from steak to lobster. “Lord, Elvis. You’ve gone all out.” You walked happily over to the coffee table, sitting down before waving him over to you. “Well, let’s eat then, honey.” You giggled, picking up your fork as Elvis walked over to where you were sitting, a smile still lingering on his face. 

As you both ate dinner, you listened to Elvis talk about things that happened while you were away. You didn’t speak about the ordeal with Ellis, knowing that Elvis wanted to forget about everything. So, you both shared things that you felt comfortable talking about. You even told him that you were trying your hand on songwriting, wanting to write your own songs. “That’s so good to hear, baby! Maybe you can write a couple for me.” You nodded as you placed your fork down, semi full from the food and the little conversation that you found yourself having with your boyfriend. “Here, let’s go over and dig into those strawberries.” Elvis took you by the hand as he led you over to the dining room table where the sweets were sitting. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his chin where your neck and shoulder met. Your fingers picked up the chocolate covered strawberry, taking a bite out of it as a moan passed your lips. 

“Ya like it, mama? I know ya don’t like Valentine’s Day very much, but I figured ya would like a lil’ somethin’ different.” He spoke, his southern twang making your thighs rub together. You pulled your arm up to place the strawberry into his mouth, tugging at your bottom lip as you noticed the chocolate smeared at the corners of his lips. You turned around in his arms, wiping the chocolate from his lips before placing your finger into your mouth, the look of lust coating your brown eyes as you watched his adam’s apple bounce in his throat. “I don’t care for the idea of today, but I know that you love me all of the other days, so I figured I would give it a shot.” You giggled as your fingers caressed the material of his shirt, leaning up to press your lips to his in a soft kiss. Elvis groaned against your lips, his hands grabbing your ass firmly as he sat you against the table. 

“Good lord almight’, mama. Ya’s sure do know how to get a man goin’.” He spoke, his words slightly slurring together as your fingers scraped against his scalp. He moaned as his lips peppered kisses along your neck, taking in your scent as his hands moved up your thighs. You giggled as you tilted your head back slightly, giving him more access to your skin as he licked and sucked bruises on your shoulder. “Baby, we haven’t even opened the champagne yet.” He shook his head as he placed his hands up underneath your thighs, picking you up in his arms as he placed you down on the table. “Fuck the champagne, mama. I gotta have ya now.” His voice rustled deep, sending vibrations against your skin as he pushed the candies and the chocolate covered strawberries further down the table. You hummed as he pulled your heels off of your feet, massaging the sole of your feet as his lips continued sucking on your skin. 

You moaned out softly, the feeling of his fingers pressing into your feet sent shivers up your spine. Elvis sunk down to his knees, pressing soft kisses to the soles of your feet before his tongue left his lips, dragging a stripe up the side before wrapping his lips around your toes. Your eyes rolled into your head as you tilted your head back, whimpering as his mouth licked and kissed at your toes. You weren’t the type for foot play, but you couldn’t tell Elvis no on anything. He had you wrapped around his finger, knowing every little thing that he did would turn your world upside down. As he pulled away from your foot, his lips moved up your leg, nipping and biting on the supple skin before he spread your thighs for him. Your dress was pushed up over your thighs; revealing the candy g-string to him as a smirk crossed his lips. “I see my lil’ chocolate mama wore the candy g-string for me. Such a wonderful sight, mama.” 

His lips moved up your thighs as his hands caressed your hips, grunts passing his lips as he kissed every part of your skin. His tongue pressed down against the front of the candy g-string that sat over your hips, the heat from his mouth made your mouth drop open as no words were able to pass through. “Elvis.” You moaned out, your eyes slightly closed but you could still make out his silhouette in between your legs. “Mm, chocolate, you taste better than those damned strawberries.” He chuckled, his tongue rubbing against the candy once again. As his tongue rubbed against the candy that held the g-string together, you could feel it rub against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “Fuck, please…don’t tease me, baby.” You whimpered as your toes curled from the pleasure of his mouth on you. 

Elvis knew that what he was doing had some effect on you, so he decided to move his tongue from where it was before placing his fingers over the front of the g-string, rubbing the now damp candies against your pussy. You howled out in ecstacy, your head tilted back as the candies rubbed circles on your clit. You were shivering, goosebumps appearing upon your skin as your fingers dug into the wood of the dining room table. “Ya like that, mama? Does that feel good for ya? Tell your man what yer feelin’.” His voice held a deep octave, filling your ears nicely as you struggled to form words on your tongue. “Fuck, it feels so good baby! Please don’t stop!” You screamed as one of the candies hooked onto your clit, your arms shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Elvis roared from your screams, his teeth hooking on one of the candies before ripping it off of you. The candies flew all over the floor, the string hanging in between his teeth. 

His eyes looked up at you, the bedroom eyes that he always held meant differently this time around. “Looks like I made a mess already before we even started.” He chuckled as he spit the string out, pulling your hips close as he dug his face into your pussy. You hummed, feeling the coil in your stomach appear as his tongue lapped up the stickiness that the candy left on you. The sucking noises that he was making as his lips wrapped around your clit sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you. Your juices poured out of you, coating his face as he continued eating you through your orgasm. You were pushing his head back away from you, the stimulation becoming too much to bear but he wasn’t letting up. “I know you got another for me, chocolate. Come on, give it to me.” He whispered as his long digit slides inside of you, your pussy clenching around it. 

You hissed, your hips twitching as you laid back on the table, giving him more room to continue his assault on your twitching vulva. He placed your legs over his shoulders, pushing his finger knuckle-deep inside as his lips kissed your pussy lips sloppily. “Elvis, please. I can’t-,” Elvis chuckled as his tongue drug against your lips, taking one of them between his teeth. Your legs kicked up, digging into his back as his lips wrapped around your clit once more as he sucked harshly. Incoherent words were pooling out of your lips as you chanted his name repeatedly as he edged you towards another orgasm. “That’s it, chocolate. I know yer close for me.” He moaned as his fingers curled inside of you, pressing against your g-spot. He was rutting against your pussy, his hand managed to unbutton his trousers to release his hardened member. His hand was wrapped around his cock, rubbing the dribble of precum that dripped out of his slit around the tip as he moaned against you. 

Your whimpers were growing by the second, shivers passing your body in droves as he continued sucking your clit firmly. At that moment, your second orgasm crashed around you, sending you convulsing on the table. The ringing in your ears drowned out yours and his moans as your eyes crossed into your head. Elvis pulled away from you, his hooded eyes watching you as he licked up your juices off of his lips. You laid there limp as he scooped you up into his arms, holding you against his chest as he walked over to the bed. You opened your eyes slowly; watching as Elvis unbuttoned his blouse, his cock pressed against his stomach as he watched you hungrily. He pulled his trousers down over his cock, groaning as the material ran over his sensitive member before stepping out of them. “You’re so beautiful, Elvis.” You managed to squeak out as your body shivered with need, eyes roaming his body. 

He smirked, his lip curled as he crawled on top of you. He grabbed your legs once again, wrapping them around his waist as he wasted no time to plunge deep inside of you. Your breath caught in your chest, immediately wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pulled him down to connect your lips to his. Elvis groaned against your lips as his hips slowly pumped against you. “Yer so tight, chocolate. Like you’re made just for me.” He whispered against your lips as you grinded against him, your brown eyes locked on his cerulean hues as he stared deep into your soul. Your fingers rubbed against the nape of his neck, the heat between the two of you made your heart soar. His hands roamed your body, pulling the straps of your dress down your shoulders along with the straps of your bra, revealing your breasts to him. He moved his lips down your shoulders, his hips still moving slowly at this moment before wrapping around your nipple. You let out a whine, carting your fingers into his hair before tugging on his strands, causing him to slam his hips hard against you. 

As his cock slammed into you, he bit down on your nipple before tugging at it with a roar passing his lips. You held on to the strands of his hair as his hips unrestrainedly pounded into you. The sounds of the skin slapping filled the room as he didn’t ease up his pace, his necklace slapping against your chin as he continued looking into your eyes. “There it is, mama. I can feel ya clenchin’ around me.” He whispered into your ear as you clenched around him. At this point, the beads of sweat glistened on your bronze skin, the coil in your stomach tightening so tightly that you couldn’t breathe. “Elvis, don’t stop baby. I’m gonna fucking cum.” 

Elvis chuckled, placing his hand around your throat as he held on, grunting with each thrust that connected to your body. The coil in your belly snapped; your juices shooting out of your pussy, covering his pelvis and his stomach as you shook on the bed from the overstimulation. Elvis continued pounding into you, the sight of you squirting brought a smile on his face as he fucked you through your orgasm. It wasn’t long after that Elvis’ hips started to stutter, hips slowing slightly as his darkened blues burned a hole into your face. “You want my cum, chocolate? Want Daddy to fill ya with my cream?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as the top of his cock continued pressing into your g-spot. 

“Yes, Daddy. Please fill me with your cum.” You whispered, legs shaking like gelatin as his grunts grew louder. Elvis stuttered, spurts of cum shooting out of him, coating your walls. You hummed as you patted the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss your lips deeply. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Chocolate Mama. I hope I changed your views on today.” He spoke with such conviction, his cerulean hues beaming brightly as he pulled out of you. You tiredly nodded your head, letting out a hum as the emptiness made you pout. Elvis grabbed your hand, placing it against his lips before he moved off of the bed. You sat up on your elbow, pulling the sheets around your body as your eyes watched your boyfriend disappear into the bathroom. 

The sound of water soothed you, your brow raising as you watched him enter back into the bedroom. He scooped you up in his arms, walking into the bathroom where you took in the sight of bubbles and rose petals filling the round tub that sat in his extravagant bathroom. “A late night bath, honey? You shouldn’t have.” You giggled, hiding your face in his chest. “If I’m gonna spoil ya, I’m going all the way, mama. There’s no half assing on my account, not now nor ever.” He pulled the sheets from around your body before sitting you into the warm water. Your muscles contracted as you let out a sigh, bubbles in between your fingers as you took in the view from the window beside you. 

Elvis turned off the water, climbing in behind you before wrapping his arms around you. You leaned into his embrace, humming happily as you turned to face him. “Thank you for all of this, Elvis. This is one of the best presents I’ve ever gotten in my life.” Elvis beamed with happiness, grabbing the wash cloth from the side of the tub before squeezing body wash on the material. He softly scrubbed your skin, his lips leaving little kisses on your skin as he cleaned your body. You turned around completely to face him as you grabbed another spare cloth, squeezing a glob of body wash on it before scrubbing his chest. 

You watched as your boyfriend fought to keep his eyes open, your fingers rubbing circles on his chest as he fell into slumber. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Elvis. I love you.” You whispered, getting nothing in return but soft snores. You giggled, mentally thanking your sister and his friends for helping your lover plan the perfect Valentine’s Day gift. Valentine’s Day is surely a holiday that you could get behind, especially being Elvis Presley’s girl. 

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Interlude 3: Ride 'Em Cowboy

Part 10 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Description: You've been feeling weird since Christmas Dinner exploded at Seresin Ranch. It doesn't help that you've barely had any time with Jake since that day. You love Jake's family. You adore them like they're yours. So you can't figure out why you feel so weird. But really, it turns out that all you need is some alone time. Disclaimers: Smut. Warning: Female Reader Word Count: 4972 Author Note: Here’s part 10 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car). This chapter is all smut. I don't really know what else to say. Oh, wait. Charge your man-adjacent pleasure providers because it's haybales and sexy times full speed ahead! And this chapter is thanks to @desert-fern who very kindly beta-read nearly 5k of smut for me! AO3: Cross-posted Here! Wattpad: Cross-posted Here! My Masterlist Previous Part | Series Masterlist | Next Part

It's been an interesting holiday season. You never expected to be welcomed with open arms by Jake's family (most of it anyhow), and it's been wonderful to get to know his siblings. Things with Jake’s dad, on the other hand, have never been worse. The day you left the main house at Seresin Ranch, Mama Georgie had stopped by and told all of her children she was heading to her sister’s for the New Year just a little earlier than expected. It hadn’t been easy to hear that, not at all. Since then you’ve been fighting the nasty little voice in your head that’s telling you it was your fault that Christmas Dinner imploded so badly. You love Jake's family, but on New Year's Eve as you breathe in the winter air on the wrap-around patio of Henry and Melissa's cottage, you can't help but wonder if you spoiled the holidays just by being here.

Jake always gives you this look when you bring it up, right before he kisses you stupid. Henry and Melissa seem genuinely happy to have you at their home, too. And it's been nice. Nice to experience a family Christmas again. Nice to have little kids and dogs around, and to feel so loved. Nice to see Jake finally, genuinely relax and smile.

He's not fully relaxed, not at all, but you know it'll take some time. As of now, though, it's enough to see Jake with his brothers and sisters. All the siblings are out in force, preparing one of the two colossal barns behind Henry and Melissa’s house for the New Years’ party happening that night. It’s a yearly tradition and every member of the Seresin family looks forward to it. In all honesty, you should say Jake, Will and Henry are doing the heavy labor since Melissa, Hannah, Maggie, and Eliza are cooking. Beth is on kiddo-duty, with baby Sarah, James and Jordan right in front of her eyes. You’d been told the twins would get into too much trouble with the men. You believe it too. You’ve woken up to the twins jumping on top of you and Jake more than once since your hasty exit from the main ranch house - and they don’t even live in the same house! 

But that leaves you to your own devices. Melissa has completely refused to let you lift a finger to help more than ferrying ice-cold glasses of tea and lemonade to the men. And the last time you’d asked, they’d all told you they didn’t want anything. Jake, of course, had plopped his hat on top of your head and smacked your ass with a cheeky wink. The men had all started laughing at the startled squeal that had poured out of your mouth, Jake included. So now you're sitting on the wrap around porch in a wicker chair with a blanket across your lap pretending to read a book while plotting ways to get payback from your fiancé, his hat still perched atop your head. Luckily, you have the perfect dress to wear to the party tonight, something sexy enough to have Jake drooling from the minute he sees you while still appropriate for a party where you have to be his eye candy.

The clomp of boots on the stairs has your head lifting from where you’d been pretending to pore through the pages. Jake's got his shirt off, each muscle glistening in the golden light as they pull and move beneath his skin. Henry and Will are yelling about something behind the bigger of the two barns leaving the two of you mostly alone.

"Hey, sweetheart." Jake's really too good to be true. You must zone out looking at his bare torso because the next thing you know, he's kneeling on the porch with his hands on yours.

"You okay, Gorgeous?" You nod, even as you peck his smiling mouth.

"What are you thinking about?

You cup his jaw, relishing in the prickly stubble on your fingertips, and grin sheepishly. "Nothing, really. I was just thinking about Christmas."

"Again, sweetheart?" He tugs on your hands, pulling you up and twirling you around until you're caged between the porch rails and his body.

"I told you, darlin'," Texas drawl seeping from every syllable, "what happened on Christmas is not your fault. Hell, my father probably would've done it no matter what happened. He's been a powder keg primed to explode for far too long."

"But what about Mama Georgie?" You rest your head against his chest, content in the sound of Jake's heart thudding steadily beneath his skin, not minding at all the scent of Jake as it surrounds you. "I didn't want her to leave your dad."

"Mama'll be fine. She just realized that what he said was going too far. She loves us too much to let him say what he did about us."

"Aren't you a little angry at her too?" Jake just blinks at your words, his eyes going soft and sad as he stares off into the distance.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. But I also know that Mama loves me. I know that she loves all of us equally. There's no favoritism there. Yeah, it stung that she never stood up for me with Dad. That she didn't try to come out to San Diego more often. But he's so controlling, gorgeous. It took an air to air kill for me to realize how much. And even then, I still wanted to make him proud. At least until I met you."

Your heart’s flip-flopping chaotically in your chest, your lips parting as you try to think of what to say. Jake’s never been shy about what he thinks of you, how much he loves you. He loves to make you squirm by dripping sweet praise into your ears before standing back with a self-satisfied smirk that screams, “Yeah, that’s my girl. Only I can make her look like this. What do you think about that?”

“You made me want something better for myself. You made me believe that I deserved something better.” You slide your arms around his neck, kissing him ferociously, devouring his mouth like he’s the air you need to live. Jake’s hands cup your ass as he squishes you close. The heat’s rising between you as you scrabble to grab onto his shoulders, to drag him close. 

At least, that is, until the porch door slams open and James and Jordan come pouring out like a pair of whirling dervishes. They crash right into Jake’s legs and crush you against the hard railing at your back. Your breath leaves you in a whoosh and by the time Beth has wrangled the twin terrors, there is a dull pain radiating up your back despite the hand Jake had placed there to protect you.

But that one incident completely kills the heat between you and Jake. And then it feels like you and he are needed for a hundred different things before the party. The next time you see him is when he zips up your dress, his lips soft as he presses a gentle kiss against the back of your neck. You turn and step into your heels to complete silence. 

Jake’s staring at you like he’s never seen you before. It’s just a simple burgundy velvet dress and heels, the neckline dipping into a v-neck which just hints to your cleavage. You’ve finished up the ensemble with loose curls, a pair of sparkly heels, and some dangly earrings.

“Is everything okay?” Your voice is quiet despite the yelling from the twins down the hall filtering through the solid oak doors.

“Of course everything is okay, beautiful. In fact, I’d say it’s more than okay, it’s perfect. I mean, I get the satisfaction of knowing that my fiancée is the sexiest woman at the party. And I get to go home with her!” There’s something like awe in his eyes as he trails the tip of his finger down one of your earrings. 

“This dress isn’t even that sexy, Jay!” You step out of his reach and gesture to it all. “I mean, it’s off the shoulder, sure, but it’s just velvet and it is fingertip length at least!” 

His snort has you giggling, especially when you realize that you’d defaulted to holding your fingers like you used to in high school to avoid getting a dress code violation.

“It isn’t the dress, baby doll. It’s you. It’s just you. Your sweet smile, your gorgeous mind, how I could forget everything except for how much I love you just by looking at you.” You practically launch yourself into his arms, arching into the kiss even as his hands seem to sear into your skin.

That heat seems to spark more and more as the night progresses. Every touch and innocent glance has you aching for Jake. You’re in great demand, with everyone wanting to know who town hero Jake Seresin has chosen to wed. Jake puffs up like a peacock with each compliment what feels like the entirety of Austin gives you. 

Of course, you lose sight of Jake midway through the night. But as the kids are all sent to bed and the clock begins to approach midnight, you’re aching to kiss your fiancé for the new year. The crush of people in the barn is stifling, and it feels like you can barely breathe as you battle your way out of the doors. Music spills out of the building, so loud you can feel the ground reverberate.

Jake’s never been fond of big crowds like this, and you’re sure that he would have found you if he were in the barn. But it’s also possible that you missed him. You resolve to spend only fifteen minutes outside before venturing back into the barn. There's a slight breeze rustling over the fields and it feels amazing against your feverish skin.

You chase the fresh scent and cool air away from the open barn doors and then squeal as two hands pull you towards the other building. At least, that is, until you realize who is tugging you.

"Jake?!" You sound more than a little fed-up and shocked even as your fiancé grins unrepentantly at you. "What are you even doing in here? Isn't this barn just full of hay? Why aren’t you enjoying the party?"

"I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart! Do you trust me?" 

"Always," You breathe out, taking his hand and letting him do what he wants with you. In the low light, you can't see a single thing. You're stumbling blind, trying not to fall as Jake leads you further into the building.

You're not sure what you were expecting, not at all, because what you get is so much better. The skylights in the barn are open and under the biggest is spread a blanket. There are hurricane lanterns dotted across the expanse, strawberries, chocolate, hor d'oeuvres, and a bottle of champagne perched within a sweating bucket.

"Jay, how did you do this?" Your voice is hushed as Jake presses a juicy strawberry to your lips. The sweet juice is cold and refreshing, dripping down your throat as you melt into his side, your heels toed off at the edge of the blanket.

"I've been planning this all week for you, sweetheart. You've been so down since we got engaged and well, I wanted to do something to help you relax." You gasp a little as he pops the champagne open and pours you a glass. 

"You're too good to me, darling." Your eyes flutter closed as you sip on the cold liquid.

"I should be saying that to you, gorgeous. I may be good, too good to be true, but baby doll, you're better." You grin at his words, letting him manhandle you until you're perched on his lap and curled into his chest.

"And god do you look gorgeous tonight." You kiss his jaw, relishing in just being in his arms.

"Thank you. You look handsome yourself, handsome!" Jake grins even as he pecks your lips again.

For several long moments, it's easy between the two of you. It finally feels like you can breathe. All of the tension you’ve been carrying around with you melting away in the presence of the man you love with all of your heart. Until Jake's hand starts sliding further and further up your thigh.

"What are you doing, Jay?" You giggle, the champagne having gone straight to your head.

"Making my gorgeous fiancée feel good. You have a problem with that, pretty girl?" You can’t help your smile or your moan as Jake’s lips and fingers finally meet their mark. 

Being with Jake is something you will never tire of. Especially now, you think, sitting on his lap with his hands on your skin. His hands are deft as they drag your dress up over your head. It makes you giggle to see how he places it gently on the blanket. You’re not quite as gentle as you rip his shirt off of his head and lean back, just a little. Jake’s eyes glow in the light as he traces a finger gently between your lace covered breasts.

“How did you hide this from me all night, sweetheart?” There’s something reverent in his gaze as he cups your tits gently, his touch making your nipples pebble and heat pool in your gut.

“It wasn’t hard, Jacob.” You coo, cupping his jaw lightly. “I haven’t seen you all night!” 

You gasp as he reels you in closer, big hands skating over more of your skin than lace.

“Fair enough, my gorgeous girl. Now let me show you exactly how much I miss you?” You let Jake, the love of your life, manhandle you how he wishes, pliant as he props you up against one of the hay bales stacked around your cozy enclave. It’s with your ass facing him that he finally sees the final surprise you’re wearing for him tonight. 

“Sweetheart,” His voice is a punched out moan, even as his hands trail down the shining gold trailing over your bare skin. “Can I take off your bra, baby doll?”

“Please!” Your blood is boiling at a fever pitch, aching for the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours. But you don’t get what you want. Not yet, anyhow. Jake’s hands leave burning trails over your skin, cupping your breasts and kneading your ass gently. The anticipation builds and builds as Jake maps your skin ever so slowly with his hands. But his hands never dip below your waist, never reach the places where you need him most.

“Jake!” You’re practically sobbing at the feelings only Jake’s ever wrung from your body. “Please! Please!” 

You writhe under the firm hands he has on your skin, fighting for any stimulation, shuddering at the way you can feel his cock pressing against your ass. Until the snap of his hand on your ass jolts you into the hay bale. Twin sensations duel for domination in your body, pain and arousal both coursing through your system. It hurts just as much as it makes you aroused, and god, you want Jake more than you ever have before. He smacks you, once, twice, thrice more. In truth you lose count, feeling only the sharp sting of his hands and the heat flushing your bare ass cheeks. You’re nearly delirious, in fact, each strike robbing your thoughts and all sense.

It’s a relief when the strikes stop. Your chest heaves, the prickly hay barely bothering you as Jake’s hands tug your sodden thong from the cleft of your ass. The material is damp with arousal, you know - it’s dripping down your thighs. You need your fiancé that much.

“Jake!” You babble, “Please! I need you, handsome, please!” 

“I’ve got you, my darling girl, c’mere.” Jake’s hands don’t leave your skin even once as he draws two fingers through your wet folds. “You’re so wet for me, baby doll.”

With each word, his fingers open you up. Each time with Jake you feel like you’re going to be spoiled for any other man, and tonight is no difference. You cum with a scream, arousal dripping out of you as the first fireworks light up the night sky.

“Happy New Year, baby doll.” Jake kisses you slow and sweet, and you scrabble for purchase against his chest, moaning into the kiss even as you fight with his belt.

“D’you have condoms, handsome?” You gaze up at your fiancé, the sight of his green eyes blown wide making your arousal grow even more. 

What you don’t expect is the dismay taking over Jake’s countenance.

“M’sorry, baby doll. A week’s worth of preparations and that’s the one thing I forgot.” You pull his hands back to meet your bare skin. 

“Jay.” Your voice is gentle as you curl into his broad chest. “I don’t care. I’m on birth control. I just want you!”

“You sure, gorgeous?” Your heart swells at the sight of the man you love most looking so nervous about you.

“I’m sure, Jay. I love you.” You take his hand and splay it across your lower stomach. “I want everything life brings with you. I want to marry you. I want to have a baby with you. It’s not likely to happen right now,” your voice is cheeky as you tug him close, “but we can always practice, right?”

His groan is guttural, even as he tugs you into a fierce kiss and wrenches his trousers and boots off.

“C’mere baby doll.” You gasp at the sight of him lying in the hay. “You were wearing my cowboy hat earlier. Don’t you know the cardinal rule? Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. And well, darlin’, your cowboy is right, here.”

You're almost too eager to comply, arousal making your motions clumsy as you straddle his waist and dip down to kiss his smiling mouth. You feel like there is too much electricity in your system, the buzzing in your veins drugging you just as much as the exquisite gentleness in Jake's eyes.

It feels different with Jake this time. You're not sure if it's a side effect of how drunk you are on alcohol and Jake or if it's your ebullient mood. You know it has a lot to do with the lack of a condom as well. Without that one thin barrier, you can feel the heat of his length as you ride him, and it makes what you're doing feel more special - more intimate. It feels like you're making love.

"God sweetheart, you feel so good." Jake’s moans are punctuated by the bone deep rattle of the fireworks as they go off above you. The multicolored lights paint his skin, catching in the gleam of his golden hair and sparkling in his eyes.

Before long, your thighs begin to shake, the muscles aching as your thrusts grow sloppy. Jake picks you up then, carefully laying you down on the blanket with your legs splayed open over his thighs. The new angle makes you feel like he's even deeper and each thrust has your moans rising to a fever pitch.

"Baby doll, look at you!" One of his hands meets the swollen nub of your clit as he breathes the words against your nipples between kisses. "You feel so tight wrapped around me. Gonna make you cum baby doll. Gonna stuff you fulla my cum. Gonna put a baby in you." 

"Please please please please please" is all you remember how to say as Jake robs you of every thought except for him. "Gonna cum, Jake!" You sob as the coil in your gut builds and builds. "Please, can I cum?"

Half the question gets lost in your moans, but Jake knows what you want, if his roar of "yes" in your ear is any indication. You cum with a scream, timed perfectly with the last of the fireworks display as Jake finishes in your wet heat.

You wrap your legs around his slim waist, craving, no, needing more of Jake. You're both panting, covered in a sheen of sweat. There's hay in Jake's hair, but you tug him forward anyways, relishing in the feeling of Jake wrapped around you.

It must be at least half an hour later when you're roused with a kiss.

"Come on, baby doll. Let's get you dressed and back into the house. I want to clean you up and get you into bed." His lips are gentle as he peppers your skin with kisses, gently coaxing your legs to release their grip around his waist. 

You whimper when he pulls out of you, feeling empty and sore and needy all at once. 

"Oh, baby. Look at you. Your pussy looks so pretty, with my cum dripping out of you." Jake's intent on killing you, you're sure. And then he does something which has your skin hot all over again. He dips his fingers into your cunt and collects a bit of your cum and his. Your lips fall open, expecting his fingers to press into your mouth. But he presses his fingers into his own mouth, licking the long digits with his wicked tongue until you're aching to feel it on you.

"Mm, we taste so good, baby doll. You want a taste?" You're almost too eager to surge into his arms kissing him with reckless abandon. He's right, the two of you do taste good together. But you're soon just as caught in the sensations of his tongue plundering yours and the way his cock is hard against your hip and how there's cum dripping down your thighs. 

It surprises you when Jake carefully pulls away.

"C'mon baby doll. Let's get you into the shower, hmm?" You moan when he drops to his knees in front of you and licks at the cum dripping down your thighs. His eyes twinkle at your pout while he helps you into your thong, kissing his way up your torso until his tongue is laving over your nipples. 

You feel so good with this man. His every touch makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Jake dresses you with the same care he takes to undress you, concentration creasing his handsome face with the tip of his tongue poking out as he finagles with the fussy little hooks on the back of your bra.

When your dress is on, it's your turn to dress Jake. It takes you a bit to find his boxers and trousers and shirt, and quite a bit longer to shake the hay out. When you make your way back to the blanket, it's to Jake holding up another two glasses of champagne. You gulp the cool liquid thirstily, finally feeling the heat in the barn. Jake doesn't seem to care that he's still naked, but that's what gives you a wonderful idea.

You drop to your knees in front of him and drag your tongue over his length.

"God, sweetheart. You don't have to do that." You suck gently on the mushroom head of his cock before pulling away with a pop.

"Yeah, I do, Jake. Because your cock always makes my mouth water." It's Jake's turn to moan as you kiss and lick your way over his length.

"Shhh, baby. You gotta be quiet," your voice is a harsh whisper. "You don't want your brothers and sisters to know how loud you are in bed, do you?"

"Baby doll, I don't care about my siblings. It's everyone else at the party that I care about." He clasps a hand over his mouth and you kiss his thigh in appreciation before you take him to the hilt. His skin is velvet soft and smooth. You can taste the salt and tang of his precum and it has you moaning around his length. You wrap your hands around his length as well, stroking him in time to the rhythm of your mouth until he's practically bowed over you, one big hand cradling your head.

"Can I cum, baby doll?" His voice is strained, each muscle tensed under your fingertips as you take him back into your mouth and suck once more, hard. He comes with a whine, the salty-sweet flood of his spend filling your mouth. You swallow each drop, grinning when you pull away to glazed eyes and red cheeks. 

“God, I love you, my Gorgeous Girl.” It has you smirking when Jake’s knees wobble when you drag his boxers and slacks up his legs. 

“I love you too!” You chirp as you fasten his belt buckle. It doesn’t surprise you at all when Jake tugs you into another kiss.

Your lips feel sore and a little swollen when you pull away, handing Jake his shirt while trying to walk normally. You can feel cum dripping into your thong, and it’s an embarrassingly icky foreign feeling. It’s not like the house is all that far away, but you’re going to have to make the rounds and say goodbye to everyone and you’re sure you look like a wreck, with your makeup melting off and your mascara in trails down your cheek. You look like you got fucked, and fucked well, and there isn’t a way you can hide that. Maybe it’s a banner you should wear with pride? Instead, when Jake shoulders the barn door open with the blanket in his hand and the strawberries and champagne in yours, it’s to the sight of all of his siblings and siblings-in-law staring right at the two of you.

“You look like you had fun, Jakey.” It’s Eliza sing-songing the words and if your face was flushed from your earlier activities, now it must be a bright and hot as a neon sign in New York City. 

“Hey, y’all. What’s up with the party?” Jake’s trying to play at being cool even though you can tell so clearly that he’s not cool, not even a little bit.

“It ended forty-five minutes ago, Jake.” This time it’s Henry chiming in, and you have to stifle your grin as Jake blanches at his eldest brother’s words. “We just finished cleaning up, without you, thank you very much, and were wondering where you and your girl got to.”

“Considering how you’ve got hay stuck in your hair, I guess we all know what you got up to.” Jake gives you a horrified glance before schooling his expression to a carefully curated blankness.

“That barn’s lucky, you know?” Melissa giggles as four identical sets of green eyes turn to her and Henry.

“What do you mean?” Your curiosity has the better of you and has the words spilling out of your mouth before you can control your tongue.

“If Jake had hurricane lanterns, blankets and champagne like my Henry did, then that’s exactly how Sarah was conceived.” Jake’s face blanches as he looks horrified at you, back at the barn and then at the smug smirk on Henry’s face. “I think that was the exact blanket, in fact.”

You can’t control your laughter as Jake bolts towards the house holding the blanket out in front of him like he needs it out of his hands as soon as possible. You follow along at a much more sedate pace, ignoring the wolf whistles that follow you. By the time you make it up to your bedroom, the ensuite shower is on. You pull your jewelry off first, fighting with the body jewelry until it’s off and sitting on the vanity with your engagement ring at its side. When you step into the steamy bathroom, Jake’s glaring right at the shower like it personally offended him.

It’s a relief to lob your cum filled panties and bra into the laundry basket for later. You press yourself up against his back, hissing at the heat of the water raining down and turning the temperature down a little bit.

“What’s eating at you, Jay?” You trace gentle patterns over his abs until you feel his muscles loosen fractionally under your gentle touch. “It’s not the blanket or the champagne and fucking in the barn that’s bothering you.”

“No, it’s not.” You have to strain to hear the words, eventually choosing to curl around him so you’re pressed closer to his front. 

“Then what is it?” You cup the back of his neck, carding your fingers through his soft hair as you wait for the love of your life to bare his heart to you.

“It’s what they said about conceiving a baby, sweetheart. I know you’re on birth control, but it’s possible we could have made a baby tonight. And sweetheart, you know what my dad’s like. How do I be a good father when I have no examples of how to act? How do I keep myself from fucking our kids up?” He sounds so lost, your North Star. 

“The fact that you care, Jake, is enough. I don’t know how to be a mom either. I know we haven’t talked much about my family, but my mom and dad were the best people, the best parents for the few years I had them. By the time I grew up, with my godfather who loves me, I’d forgotten all of the things they used to do for me. I’m scared too. Terrified, in fact. But we’re together.  So I know that everything will be okay. We’ll struggle and things will be hard, but we’ll get through it together.” 

It’s his warmth that surrounds you for the rest of the night. Jake still looks thoughtful and is a little withdrawn, but he never fails to tell you, to show you, how much he loves you. You’re a lucky woman indeed.

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Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

Summary: On her day off from FredBear Diner, (Y/n) hangs out with her long time best friend Cheryl Jo. At a frozen yogurt restaurant, rumors and gossip come up about her boss, William Afton. Though trouble arises with old high school classmates. At the perfect time, Henry calls her with a task.

Parings: Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Warning: slow burn!! Mention of the F slur (guys I’m lgbtq) , strangers to enemies to friends to lovers?? Catcalling, coming of age, vulgar language, (Y/n) is mentioned throughout this

WC: 39k

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Skating along the pavement, you can hear everyone talking and cars pass by. The sounds of music coming from my Walkman on my hip. Cheryl and I are getting frozen yogurt. I turned off my walkman and stopped in front of Tutti Frutti's Frozen Yogurt. The jingle bell on the door dinged as I pushed open the door and walked in.

The restaurant walls were light blue and white edges, a white and black tile floor, a pink counter, white countertops, An isle side counter reaching to the end of the other wall, white tables with swivel chairs and pink padded seats. The windows made more light come into the room and they had little ice cream stickers and letters. In one of the seats was a beautiful redheaded girl, short hair curling up and outwards, side bangs curled, dark mahogany eyes, curled lashes and thin plucked eyebrows, and red tinted lips. Shined pearls around her neck, a collared baby pink short sleeved dress, a white belt, and black heels. She turned my way and waved exaggeratedly. I gave her a small smile. “What took you so long?" Cheryl said with an excited smile.

Cheryl Jo, she's always so chipper. When I was sitting on a bench at school for lunch. Yeah I was alone taking up the whole seat with my legs and using my backpack as a pillow. Then Cheryl came up behind me and read the comic book, Vampirella, over my shoulder. Surprisingly the bimbo girl knew about it and ranted to me about the series. Till the two of us were reading it together. It became our routine to see each other at that bench for a while. I miss school even though I graduated. Cheryl is... a bimbo. But she's my bimbette so what can I say? She's very bubbly and chipper. Though she lacks intelligence she has emotional intelligence. In my opinion emotional intelligence is greater than all others. She always gets what she wants but she always takes care of me. She's always there and spoils me. Weirdly enough, she'll get guilty when I give her things but she's always the one spoiling me. Think of a glam being your complete opposite and being your all time best friend. She has a big heart and not a smart brain, but that's okay.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry Cher. I almost hit an old lady on the way here! She's okay though but still!" I said sitting in the seat in front of her flipping my brown flannel back to provide more open space. I leaned my cheek on my hand with my elbow on the table. “Okay anyway, I have some gossip! So I ran into this B-boy at a party I was at. He was necking me and stayed with me the whole night. Saying all the things I wanted to hear right? Then Messila had a drink spilled on her because of this spaz who was fighting with her over some stupid jock. I'm like ugh girls were out of high school and he's in his senior year, grow up and get a real man. I had to leave B-boy and help Messila. Then oh my god I saw Simon making out with John. I don't care what people say they are so cute together. Elton ended up drinking too much and tried flirting with me but I pushed him off like this and yelled 'As if!' He ended up puking all over the pool table. Then B-boy and I met up again. He drove me home. He was just the sweetest!" Cheryl ranted with her wild hand movements and this light in her eye.

Her stories were always so intriguing. You see Cheryl was fairly popular in high school. She was prom queen twice! That popularity stuck with her when high school ended. She'd go to college parties, hang out with important people, buy the most beautiful things, and so on. I'm surprised she's not stuck up for being like this. The movies are wrong about some people. “You got a lot going on. When do I get to meet this B-boy? Wait Elton from high school? The journalist? Those girls sound so immature. I always knew Simon and John had a thing for each other from the stories you told me. They always seemed so... fruity. Good for them! How's college going for you?" I asked, looking at the menu. I got paid by Henry so might as well get something. I'm kinda Henry and William's secretary. I just do whatever they tell me and get it done then I get paid.

"Beauty school has been stellar! I learned about highlights and lowlights, then we got to make solution and use bleach then use dye. The teachers were giving me a bad time cause I fucked up the shampoo or oh! You didn't make the solution right! Ugh. Lowlifes. I keep getting the lowest grades from them. It's like they hate me or something." Cheryl complained. I grabbed her menu and stacked it on top of mine. Getting up from my seat to put it away. She got up with me, leaving her purse at the table. Others got the hint it was our table. “I don't think they hate you, they can be hard on you but it's because they want the best for you when you're out in the real beauty world. I'll let you use me as your beauty project." I said positively. Pausing putting the menus on the counter in front of the cashier. He looked so sick of his job and wearing a stupid hat.

"Um hey, can I get a cookies n' cream swirl and a Royal red velvet please? Two larges." I ordered tugging the collar of my black AC/DC shirt. Fidgety. “That will be 2.25$" The cashier informed me. I handed him two bucks. I didn't even know Cheryl was still complaining next to me. I was too focused on ordering. I grabbed her hand and brought her back to our table. “About being my beauty project, do you mean it? Cause I'm free next week and I'd love to dress you up like my doll!" Cheryl said excitedly, holding the sides of her face. “Sure why not? Just give me a day and I'll see if I have work or not. But in exchange you have to do something for me." I said, leaning my elbow on the chair.

"Deal! You still work at that diner? Honestly, how haven't you started getting with one of those totally cute co-bosses yet?" Cheryl sighed on her palm looking up dreamily. She thinks everyone is attractive though. It's not a bad thing, it's just her. I don't blame her for calling them that because it's true. They are. I'd just never say it outloud.

"Dating your bosses is just a bad idea. If you break up it wouldn't be good for your job. They're both married, Cher. I'm not a homewrecker. Henry is my best friend. I can't picture being in a romantic relationship and Will... is just Will." I said, swaying my head and turning my palm the other direction. “You can't tell me you haven't thought they were cute before." Cheryl said, pushing herself closer over the table, arching her back. Moments like this make me fall deeper into her, she's so pretty. “Like I'd ever say that outloud. Even if I thought they were, it would be weird. They're older than me and my bosses. Best friends even!" I said backing away crossing my arm. I was being defensive, I know.

"I knew you thought they were hot! Anyway I heard this thing about William. How he's mental and he killed a man once." Cheryl whispered looking directly in my eyes with this slyness. That was a suspcious rumor, William? Killing somebody? I can't picture it. Sure he's an mean asshole but he's not a pyscho killer from those horror movies. Though if he did ever kill somebody I wouldn't belive it.

"Those are just silly gossip told by dumbass teens to scare off the kids. Just like how they say the animatronics are gonna follow them home and kill them at night. It's not real. Really stupid. Soon they'll get the adults to say how the animatronics are gonna kill them in the restaurant too." I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. It's normal for people to be afraid of robots but it isn't like they have a mind of their own. They're hunks of metal and wiring.

"What if they are true? What would you do if William was a murder?" Cheryl asked curiously, lifting her head off of her hand. Where is this coming from? people make rumors all the time, but sometimes there true. "... I wouldn't know what I would do." I paused for a moment. Suddenly the waitress came and put our food on our table. I nodded my head silently as a thank you. She seemed to understand and smiled down at me. She took her leave behind the counter. Not even a second later Cheryl seemed to forget the whole thing by getting lost in her frozen yogurt.

I sighed with a lopsided grin. Beginning to dig down into my own sweet treat. Bringing the spoonful to my mouth. I felt the sweet creamy flavors melt. It was bliss. Like a happy place. I didn't want to stop eating even if I got full. I took another bite savoring the flavors. The soft flavors. I looked up to see Cheryl looking back at me. I chuckled softly.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked, feeling the corners of my eyes go up with my grin. Quickly reaching up to wipe off any of the sugary cream off of my face. I didn't feel anything cold. “No, I just like seeing you like this. We haven't had this in a while between work and college. I just missed it." Cheryl admitted. I felt my smile grow bigger. She really knows how to make me blush. We have been busy, it's only been late night phone calls. Meeting in person is so much better. It feels like a break from life.

"Aw I missed this too Cher, we'll do it more often." I said in between bites of my treat. She giggled. Something in me fluttered, like I could explode out of happiness. Even though the treat is cold I have warm feelings. "Wanna go put a song on the jukebox?" She asked, tapping her hand on the table for a minute then pointing to the jukebox by the windows. I nodded excitedly. I choose Should I stay or should I go by The Clash. Taking Cheryl's hands we swayed together. Moving my hips side to side, she did the same. Giggling and squealing, I chuckled breathlessly. Grins plastered on our faces. This lasted for a good long while. After a few others of us being dorks. I skated next to Cheryl and dropped her off at home. I didn't want her walking alone. Skating by myself with the somber music playing from my Walkman on my hip.

"Oh my god is that (Y/n) (L/n)?"

"The quiet kid from high school??"

"Yeah!"

"Woah dude she's hot as hell now."

Well, this is awkward. I looked at the side of my peripheral vision. There was this group of people at the skatepark. I remember them. They were these kids who used to be popular back in high school. Going to parties, doing the dirty, underage drinking, bullying those who are smaller than them, getting into trouble. They tried to pick a fight with me once but I stood my ground. Guess that scared them off. I made a hard turn to the skatepark. I wanted to go on the ramps. Going up and down the boards. Jumping and hitting my heel on the side of the board it flipped, I landed it. Things like this give me adrenaline. I'm an adrenaline junkie. The wind through my hair and the rushing feeling in my veins. Things are getting lighter and faster.

"Hey (L/n!)" one of the guys called out to me with his palm next to mouth. One of the girls waved to me. I hesitantly put my hand up and gave a small wave back. They shouted at me to come over. I slowly skated over and stopped in front of them. They were on the benches next to the park. "Uh hey?" I mumbled putting my hands in my jean pockets. Sometimes I hate that this is a small town. Everybody knows everything and everybody knows everyone. My parents would run into elementary school friends. Yeah.. That bad.

"It's been awhile (Y/n) how have you been?" Matthew, the guy that shouted out to me from before, asked me. You could smell the hairspray from miles away. It burns my nose so much.

"It's been good, I gotta a job and I'm still talking to Cheryl Jo. Not much has been happening." I said kicking my skateboard up and resting my forearms on the top of it as it stands on the bottom. They 'oooo'ed at me obnoxiously.

"Where do you work at?" Jennifer asked me tilting her head and kicking her feet back and forth. She was always hot. A bitch but a hot one. I think she was actually my gay awakening. it was awkard because she's not the best. one time she wrote 'faggot' on a nerdy boys locker with black paint. 

"At a diner." I replied covering up most of the details. I don't want them coming into my job and making a scene or something. Their voices are already so annoying. "How's Cheryl? I miss that babe." Laura said, leaning on the back of her hands. She was sitting on the floor crisscrossing. I'm pretty sure she is in denial cause of her friends. I'm surprised that this group has been with each other after highschool. People go different paths in life but these losers stay together.

"Have you guys made out yet? I wanna be there when you do." Anthony winked flirtatiously. Ew, what the hell dude. That's it, where's the exit? 

"Gag me with a spoon... anyway Cheryl's been good I'm sure you'll find her at one of those crazy college parties." I rolled my eyes. Can they just stop talking to me? Why can't they mind their own business? “Maybe we'll have to go to one of those some time, you can come along too." Jason said slyly, putting his hand around my waist and squeezing it. I elbowed him in his gut. He coughed and backed away. Taking his hand with him.

"Feisty (Y/n)~ you're definitely coming with us next time. You're the type to cause a beer fight!" Kimberly said, leaning against one of the guys. I groaned. I don't even drink alcohol, let alone parties. They're fun sometimes but not all the time. “Well, I've been working under this world class designer. You don't know how much fun it is! I get to show off my clothing designs and go on fancy flights in her private jet." Jennifer bragged, flipping her hair. Basking in her own glory. She was always so narcissistic and an attention whore.

"No way! Good for you Jen!"

"My dad actually got me a job to a big acting career in this upcoming movie. They said they needed young adults and when I rehearsed for it they said I was the best they've ever seen!" Anthony said with a cocky smile. They always have to one up each other. It's always a competition thing. 

They all had such big accomplishments for getting right out of high school, and I work in a children's resturant repairing robots. Maybe I'm angry at them because I'm jealous of them. I felt like I was within and without the conversation. Some passer by that just happened to be watching, like a guy walking his dog or a lady walking her baby in the stroller. Yet I was one of the people engaged and talking about my life. They tore down my accomplishment of getting a job. Then again I didn't say that much about it. I didn't tell them how I work with robots and how I am building my own. Even if I did I'd be called a nerd and laughed at. I just can't win can I?

"Wow (Y/n) you must feel really bad right now. I mean all you're doing is working at a diner. How lame!" Kimberly insulted putting a hand over her mouth but I could still hear her snickers. They were like nails on a chalkboard. “It's not all that bad. The diner has these animatronics. I get to work on them and fix them." I shed a little bit of the truth, letting go of my skateboard and letting it fall to my feet. I want to share what I'm doing too. I want to be on their level.

"Are they sex robots? I wanna see you in action with those." Jason flirted. I could feel myself throw up in my mouth. Anthony hit his shoulder playfully. They all laughed at the stupid flirt. I feel like it was also intended towards me. What's the point in sharing anything with people who don't care? What am I doing? I'm better than this, I don't need their approval. The only thing I need is acceptance from myself. My escape came. My work walkie talkie started to make static noises from inside my backpack. I sighed out of relief. Thank you to whoever is getting me out of this situation! I can make an excuse and leave! The laughter stopped. I pulled out the walkie talkie.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)! I know it's your day off but can you get Will and I some lunch real quick? Something went wrong with the fridge and it got warm. Our lunches have gone bad." Henry explained guilty over the phone. “Yeah of course? Anything in mind?" I asked, feeling the smile come onto my face. Hearing Henry's voice during a bad time makes my worries go away. “Hold on, let me ask William ... okay we both agreed on In And Out. I'll pay you back." Henry said, chuckling nervously. “Will do! Give me a few minutes and I'll be there. Bye." I hung up the phone and put the antenna back down. I looked up to see the group staring at me with curious intent. Oh hell no.

"This was nice but I'm gonna have to cut this short. My boss needs me for something. I'll see you around." I said putting my phone back into my backpack. I jumped a little onto my skateboard.

"Noo! Don't go yet!"

"Can we go with you?"

"Where are you going?"

"See you around (L/n)!"

They're voices overlapped with each other. I could slightly make sense of it. Waving them goodbye I skated out towards the exit of the park. Sighing out of relief. I turned up the music on my Walkman again. Feeling my shoulders drop, I didn't realize how tense I was. All of them are obnoxious and careless. They have shitty habits that show too much. The only good one is Matthew. He actually cares. 

Back in high school that group was making fun of this quiet boy by ripping up his photos or opening up the door without knocking to the Dark room ruining the photo paper. Matthew was the one that helped grab all the photos and tape them together for the poor boy and bought him new photo paper. There was also this case about this girl. There was a school play and on all of the posters they wrote starring the girls name the slut! Matthew was the one who tore down the posters. Another time this kid came out as trans. That group wrote insulting slurs all over his locker door. Matthew was the one to wipe off the spray paint. The rest are either narcissistic, self absorbed, aggressive, hypersexual, carless, selfish, and obnoxious. They don't know how bad a person can be hurt and neither do they care. I was hoping when high school ended I wouldn't have to see them again.

I stopped in front of the booming restaurant and picked up my skateboard. Turning off my Walkman. Opening the door. I waited in line. This is boring. Why is this line so long? That baby's crying is so loud. Why is it crying? Maybe it didn't like the food. Can babies that young have solid food? Maybe French fries and ketchup or something. Ice cream? I don't remember being a baby. Some people can remember being a baby but I can't. I remember having a dream when I was a baby and this bear came at me to kill me. I don't think babies are supposed to have scary nightmares like that. Unless they're traumatized.

"Hello, how may I take your order?" The cashier asked me. I didn't realize I was at the front. My head was in the clouds. “Hi, may I have a double double, a cheeseburger, two fries, and a milkshake?" I ordered. He was clicking on the register. The total appeared in red letters on the screen. “Your total is 5.34$. We'll call you when your food is ready." He said, I gave him the money. He gave me a little paper with the number 8 on it. I nodded. I took a seat near the counter in these red lounge chairs connected together like a couch. Rolling my skateboard back and forth with my feet. There was a little boy eyeing me playing with my skateboard.

"Hey lady, can you do any cool tricks on that?" He asked. There was a twinkly in his eyes, it's childhood. Oh how I miss that. I graduated high school two years ago and I'm still not sure what I want to be. The world is a complicating place. "Yeah I can do kickflips, Ollie, hardflip, and some others." I explained. The smile on his face grew brigther. He was bouncing in his seat. i could tell the cogs were turning in his head. I just hope he doesn't bombard me with tons of questions like my little brother.

"Wanna play with it for a bit?" I asked him. I slide the skateboard over to him. He picked it up and looked at the design on the back. You know, I made that design myself. To see this kid gush over it like it was some kind of celebrities work made me so happy. “Do I?!" He said excitedly. He swayed the board back and forth with his feet. Little coos and giggles leaving his mouth. There were bandaids on his knees. This little rascal gets into trouble. I can tell. But I'm happy I could make his day.

"You know I ran away from the cops on that thing. Not only that, the cops were pirates! Pirates cops!" I made up. The kid's face was memorable. Lit up with curiosity and adventure, I remember being a kid like that. Being innocent and not knowing where in life I should be. Though my number was called up next. I got up with a "that's me!" And picked up the food in bags. The kids' mom lectured him to give me back my board when I came back.

"Thank you lady for playing with your board!" The boy thanked me. I held up my hand and gave him a high five.  “Thank you for letting him play with your board. You're a very nice young lady." The mom thanked me. I nodded and gave my own welcome. Going out of the restaurant.

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#michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fanfiction #slow burn #five nights at freddys

[finniestoncrane]

The Riddlers with a S/O who behaves more like a maid/servant than a regular partner? They cook delicious meals, clean up for him, bury bodies, help create puzzles, bring him anything he wants at his beck and call, etc. Sometimes, they even run themselves ragged doing so! But still, they're so devoted that they'll dedicate every ounce of their energy to serving him.

Subservient S/O

Riddler Headcanons uh anon please get out of my head and don't make me have to revoke my own feminism card for the absolutely horrendous way i would let capullo!eddie treat me as his maid ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: mostly fluff i think, but you know me

capullo

this is exactly what he would expect of you. you are there to serve. there's no other reason he would have someone hanging around all day. you're there to cook, clean, and suck his dick when he asks. a tool, more than a sort of...person. and to be honest he needs it because he lives that bachelor lifestyle so he's grimy and malnourished. plus having you there to take care of his basic needs means his big brain is free to think of his plans. so you'll have to arrange to get a pillow or knee pads or something because that's where you'll be most of the time

telltale

he won't sugar coat it, you're too stupid to help him. there's no way you could be good enough to work on his level so best stick to what you're best at, which just happens to be the more domestic things in life. which is great, because he really feels like he deserves to be waited on hand and foot by a doting and completely enamoured s/o. it's so traditional. let him be the breadwinner, someone should be at home to make his hideout a home. back in his day blah blah blah...

arkham

provided you stay out his workshop and stay out of his business then you can consider yourself the best s/o around. and he would be kidding if he said it wasn't nice to have someone making sure he managed to do the tasks that he can easily forget (like sleeping, eating, washing) because it's nice to feel human sometimes. if you're very well behaved he might let you help him, but you're only allowed to pass him tools and you better already know which ones he's talking about when he shouts for them

twojar

you definitely have a uniform, or an outfit. something tight and flashy that doesn't leave much to the imagination. of course you're not an employee, but he does spoil you and give you an allowance, so it is transactional. it's only to be expected that you should do a lot of his dirty work for him and look good while doing it. he'll bail you out if you're ever caught doing something less than legal at his behest, and you'd be deserving of a very special treat were that the case

young justice

it would take him a very long time to get used to someone doing him acts of service, especially because everyone is usually so mean to him. but he definitely likes it! and having someone who is willing to make him food, wash the blood from his shirt (and under his nose, and from his various wounds) and also help him come up with very cool riddles for the right moment when he reveals his sneaky little plans has him feeling like he's living in some very strange and very niche romance novel

unburied

you are mommy now. your job is to look after him and make sure he is completely satisfied in every area so he can focus on being the exceptionally great genius that he is. he will spend his time barking orders at you and then trying to be cute to make up for it, which annoyingly works most of the time. he's also infuriatingly picky, so get ready to make meals twice to get them right, fold his clothes in the right order and ball all his socks correctly

gotham

so you can of course absolutely do all of those things, you can cook and clean and plan and scheme and dispose of bodies and make up fun puzzles and riddles. BUT you have to let him do them all with you. together. while holding his hand. it's romantic that way. i mean, yeah you have to help him carry a corpse from the car to the hole he dug in the woods, but he also brought a picnic for you guys to have once you're finished, like a reward for sticking by him and being so helpful

dano

yeah not happening. at the very least he's only going to even out your acts of service. you cook, he's doing the dishes. you clean, he's doing the shopping. you dispose of his bodies with him he's...well actually, that's kind of hot and he's really impressed and would definitely have to find the time to properly reward you for that very good behaviour. you better not over exert yourself though, because you're too precious to him for that

#q #finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #riddler smut #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler

[littlealeta]

Back to the Outback Review

Story

Right off the bat, I was pretty sure this movie was going to be ass. It portrays pretty toxic messages about being friends with wild animals and paints zoos as these evil places that want to capture all dangerous animals just to protect people. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think that’s how zoos work? Zoos don’t capture animals because they’re dangerous, they capture them for research, exhibit, and conservation purposes. Most wild animals like Taipan Snakes do not actively go out to hurt people. More likely, from what I heard, they run away unless cornered, their territory is invaded, or you get near their babies. So simple solution, DO NOT GO NEAR WILD ANIMALS. They’re not ruining the world, they’re just trying to live their lives, man. And also, animal attacks do not cause animals to be taken away. Also, it was the kid’s fault for getting near the croc in the first place, not the croc. So, even as a movie that tries to portray animal abuse, it’s unrealistic.

But… I had to finish this movie so I could write this review. Even though I really wanted it to end about 15 minutes in. 

The story doesn’t get any better. It’s full of a bunch of deus ex machinas and conveniently shaped lamps so there’s never really much real tension in the film. There’s literally a code that solves any sticky situation our characters get into. Make of that what you will.

Bruh, it’d be better just to send this picture to your children and have them figure out which animal is which than watch this piece of garbage.

A lot of the movie just happens at stupid random. Like, we get this really emotional scene of the world mourning Martin. But wait a minute…How would they know that Martin died if they don’t know where he is? Just say he’s missing for God’s sake.

The humor is a mixed bag. It has some of the lowbrow humor, nonsensical jokes, and shitty puns you can come to expect in a kids film with some quirkiness and silliness mixed in there.

I would say that one good thing I'll give to the story is that the animals don't talk to people. In fact, the people see animals in different ways from how the animal is actually communicating with them. Like, whenever they talk, people see a growling creature.

Characters

One highlight I will give the characters is that they all have their own unique personalities. But I only remember liking a few, on paper. They are nice, but their story is just too weak to even care about their journey. Then, there are some that are just pretty unlikeable. Pretty Boy (who I’m going to call Martin because Pretty Boy is weird) is a complete jerk to the entire cast. I get he’s spoiled, but, like, why are you mean to everybody, bruh? At the end, he even develops a little crush on Maddie out of nowhere. My only point for him is that he does have character development. Though, it doesn’t hit that hard because I never cared much about him to begin with. Chaz Hunter is a completely unlikeable villain who is the reason why I hate this entire story in the first place. And he’s just an awful human being. He has his own son tag along on his treacherous adventures among other things I won’t spoil. He even has a backstory which is melodramatically stupid and just plain unnecessary that provides a reason why he uses his Australian voice.

And not only are the zookeepers mean, but some of the minor characters are just aggressive to the main cast too. Like one time, they meet this spider and they suddenly attack Koala for being too cute.

Did she just break his arm????

Overall

I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this movie. But what I mostly felt was frustration. Not only because it was a bad script, but because I didn’t know what the hell was the point of this movie. On one hand, it seems like it’s trying to tell a sincere story about caring for wild animals, but then it throws in all these silly jokes and plot conveniences like it’s supposed to be a dumb fun kids film. But in the end, I just found myself laughing and cringing at how bad and messy it was.

Would kids like it? Probably. I certainly would have if I was under 10. The adorably funny characters and the fast-paced story will keep them engaged, regardless of how bizarre and inane it is. But I personally wouldn’t recommend it to kids. The story is just so mean-spirited and gives out so much false propaganda about zoos, animals and animal abuse. And the whole message is pretty messed up too, we should protect wild animals, but we shouldn’t get near them. There are better anti-animal cruelty stories out there. Maybe go watch other animal adventure films like Madagascar or even The Bad Guys if you want a film about animals wishing that they were something else instead of what they are. But if you want a bad movie to make fun of and laugh at, this is at least pretty enjoyable.

I give Back to the Outback 4.9 bells out of 10.

Rating system not available due to me being on vacation

And remember kids, stay away from wild animals and you won’t get attacked. Problem solved.

#back to the outback #movie review #netflix #review

[listen-to-his-song]

Hello! Sorry if this is stupid, but I often like to watch a single ep before binging the whole thing. I hear the first third or so of Macross 7 is kinda fomulaic and slow (before it gets better) and it's a pretty long show, so I think about watching an ep before will make the binge more enjoyable. If you remember, what is the averagiest, most stand-alone ep? Thank you. Please, answer privately.

hmm, i'd say maybe check out the movie; The Galaxy Is Calling Me

it's supposed to take place way later in the show, but it's a stand-alone story, so it doesn't spoil the plot if you choose to watch it.

some concepts (powers and aliens) might be a bit confusing without the grounding provided by the show, but i think it gives a decent grasp of the world and characters. it does largely focus on basara and a new movie-only character though, so you don't really get to see much of the other main characters and their interactions.

i'd say it's relatively plot-detached story is probably a decent test drive for macross 7 tho! <:

#chat

[killian-whump]

I can't stand Colin and his NFTs stuff. I love the guy but don't think I can support him anymore. I unfollowed him a couple of weeks ago because as an artist I cannot support NFTs in anyway. For me is sad to see how Colin keeps pushing the stuff into his fandom and I doubt he doesn't know what he's doing. I mean, he's not a stupid guy, he knows but he doesn't really care. It's sad what he's doing to his own career. Love the guy but I can't support this or him anymore. I feel hurt and betrayed.

Well, here's the thing for me...

You obviously wouldn't know this, since you're not following him anymore... but since the release (and complete failure, let's be honest) of the NFTs, he hasn't said a thing about NFTs.

I know he was definitely posting a lot about the NFT release leading up to it - but most (all?) of those posts were clearly copy/paste jobs provided to him by another party that he was most likely contractually obligated to post in order to fulfill his promotional obligations.

He gets them for ALL his projects, and Colin's usually pretty transparent when it comes to his posts - it's super easy to tell what's actually from him and what he's copy/pasted without even looking at it 🤷‍♀️ You can tell what he's really excited about and what he's just going through the motions with, because there'll be some added tweets/likes/etc that obviously go beyond what he's required to do. OUAT and Wizards are the two that come to mind right away. You can tell he really loves those projects, that they mean a lot to him.

But even OUAT... I remember there was one episode he accidentally spoiled everybody, because a GIF post he was probably supposed to make after the episode aired got made the afternoon before the show aired, along with every other promo post he was supposed to make 😂 He did that almost every episode. Stop on Twitter. Post every single promo post at the same time. Most likely make this face:

...and go about his life until the next week.

I love this ridiculous man, by the way, for exactly these kinds of things. He seems to have no real interest in putting on airs or faking an interest in things or pretending to be anything other than what and who he is. He's a simple guy in that way, and bless him for being so. The world needs more people like that, if you ask me.

That said, I know Colin isn't stupid. Simplicity isn't stupidity. Not by a long shot. Simplicity is more about honesty, about not cluttering up what is with all the coulda shoulda maybes in life. Simplicity is saying what you mean and meaning what you say, because the alternative just wastes everybody's time.

And those kinds of people are, unfortunately, very easy to scam. They're easy for other people to use because they fall for shit - fake friendships, pick-up lines, too good to be true job offers, you name it. They're going to fall for all these things and so much more, throughout most of their life. Obviously, they'll learn from their mistakes and be less trusting of others, but it's still something they need to constantly watch out for. I know this all too well - because I, too, am one of these simple, honest people.

And people assume other people are like they are. And when you're a simple, honest person... You assume other people are, as well. But there are a lot of people in the world who are not that way. And those people have a knack for finding people who are that way... and using them for whatever they can get away with for as long as they're allowed to do so.

And I think that's what we're seeing here. AFAIK, Colin met Rothberg working on Fairytale. Colin found a new friend. Rothberg found a guy with a better known name and a fandom full of young women willing to part with huge sums of cash. It was easy for him to sell his new friend on an exciting new project full of rock stars and supporting the arts and Spaceghost and virtual meetings with fans and all kinds of other great stuff!!! and some NFTs and a metaverse and a road map of future utilities, but... don't worry about all that now. That's down the road, man! Let's talk to rock stars!!

Colin made the perfect mark, by the way, because his brother and father both dabble in NFTs. And, honestly, there's nothing wrong with them doing so. Lots of high-middle/upper class folks dabble in investing - for better or worse - and NFTs are just another aspect of that. Colin likely wasn't given a fair overview of the risks and negative opinions surrounding NFTs before he signed onto the deal. Why would he be? He's surrounded by people who think they're okay/great - despite the fact that this isn't the common consensus in society, it sure would seem like it is to him. And why would Rothberg tell him any different when he's trying to sell the guy on a big project that relies on them? He wouldn't.

And I think once fans started bringing up the environmental concerns, our anger at the financial risks being levied at young fans, and the like... and just the base insults/mocking from casual fans... I think Colin probably got a little worried. I think he's entirely responsible for the charity angle of the project, and he did try to alleviate some concerns. I think he was desperately trying to fix what was wrong with the whole thing - but you can't fix something that profoundly broken. Still, that he tried speaks volumes.

And even in that animated video where he addressed the furor and the varying opinions - he never condemned the negative opinions or the nay-sayers. He straight up admitted that he was new to all of it and that it's a complex, multi-faceted situation - essentially validating everyone's opinions and advising that we be accepting of them all. If he was going to "push NFTs" that would've been the time to do it - but he didn't. He stayed true to form and was honest and respectful of all of our thoughts on the issue.

And when Rothberg started getting nasty, I sincerely believe it was Colin who told him he's "not allowed" to interact with his fans. And I believe he's done that before, in other situations. And, again, that speaks volumes about who Colin is and how he feels about his fans. In both situations, this was done behind-the-scenes and under the radar - NOT done publicly for clout or loyalty points.

So that's how I feel about it all. I think Colin got taken advantage of. I think he tried to make it better. And I think when the chips were down, he tried to protect his fans. And I sincerely think the next thing we'll see is a break from Rothberg/TSR and no further mention of NFTs on Colin's end.

I might be wrong, but that's my take 🤷‍♀️

And yeah, I was hurt and angry when the shit hit the fan... but I've calmed. People make mistakes, and Colin's no different. I can see how this could happen, and I understand why it did happen. But all things considered, whatever "damage" has been done has been done solely to Colin at this point... NOT his fans. We did our due diligence in warning people and making responsible decisions for ourselves. I feel confident that those who DID buy tokens KNEW what they were doing and did it with full cognizance of the risks and dangers. I don't feel that any of Colin's fans were actually taken advantage of.

So... I dunno. No harm, no foul on my end.

And if I'm wrong? Well, if the NFT nonsense starts up again or he switches to an ugly ape profile pic, well... Then I'll re-evaluate the situation. I just don't think that'll happen 🤷‍♀️

#tsr debacle #colin meta #ask box #anonymous

[threenorth]

I don't know if you play boardgames, more so "table tops" the geeky, nerdy ones... like Codenames really had taken off, in recent years incase you don't know what I'm talking about....

but I own a few..of these types games, but sadly they don't get played often as my freinds are all moving away from the city but that's a different story.

You would love betrayal house on on the hill.

It's like cludo and a haunted mansion explorer, you can find videos I know your smart, intelligence is so beautiful... Even if I "mansplain" things 😂 anyway. I also own, exploding kittens (NSFW edition), I think it's probably in under my summer clothes or something because we had mom's freinds daughter come over and might of wanted to play some games, and she's still in high school and mom is so pc, even if she says she's a liberal half the time she's just flexing with her freinds politics, even if we also don't really like the republicans in the states... I keep getting side tracked, here's hoping soon my adhd meds in 25 days may help 😂

Then there's the dull classics like Monopoly, that can be ughhh.... I enjoy risk though good old strategy, but This video got reccomended to me, where they make a communist version and it's hilarious I'm sure you'll laugh hard at all the bull shitary.

I know you use to play Playstation, I don't own one nor what games you enjoyed playing, I'm currently, taking a small break from my d&d(dungeon and dragons) camapain but but I can't wait to get you into pc games, I think you'll enjoy some of them but depending what you like, or enjoy as I play alot of diffrent things for different reasons when I get a chance, mean in general.

I don't know much about what's new for you, as in hobbies and interests, but I'll wait to find out soon enough I guess whenever I get the message, "hey you reday to be freinds again" and I'll probably answer I was stupid to say no, because I wasn't thinking correctly but always for you.

At lunch while making this I checked the mail for my surprise, at lunch I guess it's still in mail delivery services?

Ugh, I really wanted it on time... For the 25th but as I don't have a way to know where it is other than just the information provided and the NZ post site says 7-14 days delay so I assume from the 21st so maybe by the 6thof July at the latest with them saying 14 days, excluding Sundays...or with Sundays? Because nz post doesn't operate on a Sunday they don't make the information so... Nerodiverget Accessable?

Speaking of Sundays...

I haven't been to, My cult gatherings constantly every Sunday since 2021. But I do stop in to say hi but most of my friends have married young as they all do being, loyal to their roots? I'd hate to laugh now but I joined because of stupid reasons, pretty sure I told you that it's because I wanted to have a family like my next-door neighbours they weren't perfect but even so it seemed also good for a network activity trying to get a job or something else not knowing my disabilitys... and I'm glad I left,

but if you want to go through that stuff because you enjoyed true crime who knows you probably enjoy a good cult brainwash *laugh* who knows go through the whole secret mason like secrets I don't want to spoil here for the reasons.

Of some information I don't really think is appropriate, I've had a few lurkers,

But before you ask, no I never served a misson.

Now lunch is over back to work and I'll see you soon when I'm at the psychtraist just talking about things.

Forms and more talking next week is some other computer testing of some sort next week.

I'm getting really uncomfortable of these red chairs though in his waiting room... They are so uncomfortable hahahaha, anyway.

He's a swell guy and hopefully I'm gonna see if we can do a circle dna test and put it on my medical insurance as per diagosisic testing pharmacogenomics is a new field of testing dna towards drugs and treatment to what might work best on a DNA level, and as while circle dna also does some other tests I'm interested in given, let's say the older people in my life are getting older and eventually will be my future I suppose I'm just a little, axouis and hope I don't have some of their lifes issues thank God that's another God knows 60 years away, as to what this could mean for me... I don't know umm physically? I'm just not sure.

He also suggested I increase my dosesage of quintinpin if I'm having sleep issues so tonight I'm going to try 2 tablets at 50mg.

I don't say it often but, yknow everyday I think about you at least once, or even God knows and I lost count how much some days as to how often, but it's funny how much I want to tell you about, and it feels so....

Like I wrote to you now three times today, lunch at the psychtraists, dinner and now in my make shift hot pool called a small tub, with Costco Epsom salts.

Don't ya hate small bath tubs, 😂 then again I miss those American shower bath combos, they also some how can fit a six foot human like shit I'm not that tall right? Or we just have one kind or the other, how they think it's a great use of space having two separate ones? I guess it's just stupid but at least New Zealand has bathroom's half right with a separated from the toilet to a bathroom so you can use a toilet while someone is showering or bathing, typically but some on suites have all together, depending on the size of your house yadada.

Well, I guess I'll write a little later depending on how much I get knocked down by the sand man with the 50mg of quintinpin (2x25mg) but I also am trying to get away from technology from an hour before sleep, ironic because my writing is hard to read and I prefer to type or voice predict quietly my poems, I guess my scorpio moon is gonna have to wait while I correct all these bad habits...

Glad to also report I guess it might of been the oatmeal or the cocca powder being to much?

Damn it's fun hard trying new things, being autisc and now wkrj a new sense of taste from my nose op but, shit it's tough trying to be healthy 😂

My bannnas are almost reday for eating and smoothies last I checked my weight is coming back given I'm still a skinny shit from 120 almost to I think I'm now 137 but my normal was 145? Lbs I'm trying to gain weight to then gain muscle but shit this is tough 😂 I also am working from home with my reduced hours so here's hoping when I'm back at the office per say I'll workout like Tuesday Thursday Saturday.

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9.6.22 Tuesday

9am

I feel so lazy another typical day but I was never like this... Meaning, during the days and months and years that we had enough money here and the time that I used to have yaya or assistant, I woke-up 9 am or 10 am just to eat my breakfast... It feeels like dejavu??? But now the difference I need to move... Kinda bitter but I need to... Growing-up means leaving this fucking hometown...

I hate the windblow,I don't like Filipino who planned to cage me and fuck me that I don't imagine their eggplants... I still want the tingling sensation that I have for Fazza or Rashid or the crowning Prince of Dubai, whatsoever...

I hate being smash down unfairly for 15 years these windblow...

Uncle Jun is in the kitchen now doing his tik-toks and he fed Neko already...

10:51 am

This is my menu for today... Pata and Adobo Liver... Typical recipe'Z...

11:48 am

Done,feeding my son-dog....The human beings ate their breakfast so, we are all feeling full...

I still have the windblow and later will share something here,a theory about life not bragging but why people are like that... Later,will just clean the living room coz I have no choice here...

Growing-up getting down and I badly need money... They damage my timeline,this windblow and my biological clock ,I wanna have the face and eggplants of an arab man....

12:08 noon

Uncle DD sent their food money providence for this week... And he said that their main worker kuya Mario took their money and didn't finish his work here...

He said they don't have extra money for now...

12:18 noon

Son-dog poops ...

1:11 pm

Done,cleaning the living room...

6:08 pm

Done,doing house errands here... I'm having a hard time if the budget or providence is being chop on rice but it is fine...

6:27 pm

Waiting for rice to be fully cooked then me and my baby-John plus my grandmother will take our dinner...

I posted awhile ago that I will share a theory here about life of people,not to brag but to enlighten people having a black heart meaning dark and judgemental and used to plan bad things on other people...

6:34 pm

Why,me? Other people will think that,why she is spoiled or pampered... In reality,they don't have the right to ask... Family is a private circle, meaning people outside the family don't have the right to interfere on particular family way of handling their own members or relatives....

My online journal here,my journey I'm transparent... I posted angels my genuine heart's content about our life here and our downfall...

Or some members or relatives are as well on a conspiracy to damage the original flow of this house of my adoptive parent's but I have no evidence but only story to share here and all are true and all were actually happened from the past days,months and years... Meaning everything here are all real and true story in reality...

8:04 pm

Done,doing our dinner and night time routine of my son-dog....Still, I need money... Time to relax and shower... Do my own thing,in a lil while... Still,need to crack my left pelvic for a total comfort of my body... Whew!!!

12:11 am

I still have the windblow trap....I feel bitter... Let me continue about my theory in life...

There are some or mixed people on that windblow group who are treating me stupid for 15 years...

They don't take me seriously... In a way that these people keep on controlling my entire life for 15 years, that I wasn't able to grow... I feel bad and self-pitying... Aging for nothing that I shouldn't age coz my real upbringing was artist kind and I was pampered... There is nothing wrong on being pampered... They are just jealous of me, that's why they control me for 15 years to become nothing....Some said they wanna help me to have a better future, but others are on conspiracy or a well-hidden agenda...

Sometimes we need to grow-up and move on to have a much more better future... Coz our lives here are always on a hanging bridge... I need money for my future,for my own individuality... I feel so offended on low mindset of low people's mind and low people's persona...