#you were right anon tessa was so good

[ghostlystyles]

𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

anthony lockwood x gn!reader

anthony lockwood can definitely be a drama queen

request: Hi, could you do an Anthony Lockwood x reader where the reader is extremely exhausted and ends up passing out during a mission and Anthony gets really worried about the reader? Thanks :D

tessa’s notes: thank you anon for sending in the first request i’ve ever gotten, i hope this is what you had in mind :)

warnings: fluff, swearing, blood, sleep deprivation, fainting, a bit of angst?, canon typical violence, comment if i missed any <3

word count: 1,5k

— YOU OPENED THE door of 35 Portland Row in the middle of the night for what had to be the twentieth time that month and saw a middle-aged couple standing on your doorstep. “Lockwood & Co?” the man asked. “Yeah, that’s us. How can we help you?” you yawned, leaning against the open door. “Our house is haunted and it’s keeping us up at night. We figured you might be able to help us.”

You led the couple towards the kitchen and made them a cup of tea. “Oi, get up! There’s people here!” you called and not long after your three friends joined you at the dining table.

“So, tell us about what’s haunting your house,” Lockwood started, placing his ankle on his thigh. He wore a black, graphic jumper, joggers and his hair was messy. Although liking it, you’d been begging him for months to lose the suit every once in a while and usually midnight was the only time you got to see it, so you couldn’t help but grin.

“Well— we don’t know. We know there’s two but we’ve never seen them, only heard,” the woman explained. “And what did you hear?” you asked, leaning your head onto your hands with your eyelids heavy.

“Just— knocks on the walls and, we constantly have this feeling of crippling anxiety and fear and— we always feel like we’re being followed,” the man answered in detail. “Okay, that sounds like a Type One, so you don’t have to worry. We could get the job done tomorrow evening.”

“We actually don’t have a place to stay, we assumed you could just get it done right away.”

“That— okay. It might be possible, but it will cost significantly more as it’s extremely last minute.”

“That would be great, thank you so much. Money’s not an issue, we’ll pay you any reasonable price.”

“I’ll have to discuss it with my partners, if you’ll excuse us,” Lockwood nodded professionally as the four of you got up and walked into the corridor.

“What do you guys think?” he asked. “I think I could do it, they’re only Type Ones,” Lucy shrugged. “Well, I’d prefer it if I had time to research, but I guess it could work,” George added, rubbing his eyes. “And you, Y/N?”

“I— yeah, sure. I reckon I just need a coffee and then we can get to work,” you yawned, leaning against the wall to support your legs. “You sure? You’re not sleeping well as it is and you’re starting to look like a ghost yourself,” Lucy frowned worriedly. “A friendly ghost, I hope, but it’s fine, it’ll earn us some good money,” you joked. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N, we should just tell them no,” George added. “Yeah, are you really sure? We can wait until the morning. We don’t owe those people anything,” Lockwood pitched in. “Yes, Lockwood! I promise it’s fine! It won’t take long anyway.”

— THE FOUR OF you slowly entered the house that belonged to the couple. “Lockwood and I will take the upstairs, you take the downstairs?” you whispered as you looked around cautiously. “You two gotta stick together, huh?” Lucy nudged you playfully. “Oh, fuck off,” you rolled your eyes with a smile. You always got the same response, but it just made sense. Lockwood had excellent Sight, and you were a pretty good Listener, George was average on all talents, but Lucy was an outstanding Listener.

“Does everyone have all their stuff?” Lockwood asked, with his hands in his pockets and you all nodded. “Okay, then let’s stop fucking around and get this done.”

Lockwood quickly walked up the stairs and you followed him, frankly a lot less quickly, as your limbs felt heavy on your body. “Y/N! You coming?” Lockwood stopped at the top of the stairs when he noticed you weren’t next to him anymore. “Yes, just give me a moment,” you muttered, stifling back another yawn. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Lockwood asked once more, his face coated in worry. “Yes, Lockwood, how many times? Just, stop worrying about me for a second!” you grumbled as you strolled further onto the first floor.

“I— Jesus, I was just making sure you weren’t gonna faint or something,” Lockwood muttered, slightly taken aback. "Wait, shh—," you whispered as you covered Lockwood's mouth with your hands. "I hear something."

You closed your eyes and focused, so you could hear the sound better. You heard the soft shuffling of bony feet and echoing sighs, but you couldn't quite tell where it came from. "I'm pretty sure it's a Stalker," you concluded. “Where is it?” Lockwood asked. “I don’t know… I can’t tell,” you said, you squeezed your eyes shut, but it felt like your head was stuffed with cotton. Likely because of the sleep deprivation, but you’d never admit that, of course. The two of you started walking in the direction of one of the rooms and warily looked around. You closed your eyes, but you’d lost the sound of footsteps.

“I think we chose the wrong direction,” you muttered and Lockwood nodded in agreement. You walked out of the room and back into the corridor, when you were suddenly overtaken by dizziness and a sick feeling. You halted for a moment and took a deep breath, but the feeling didn’t go away. Instead, black spots started filling your peripheral vision and slowly spread their way to the center of your gaze. “Lockwood… I don’t feel so good,” you trembled, before everything went black.

“Y/N!” Lockwood exclaimed as he heard your body collapse with the ground and he rushed over to you, cradling your face in his hands. “Y/N?” he croaked as he brushed your hair out of your face. After about half a minute, your eyes fluttered open and you saw Lockwood’s face hover over you. “Hi,” he gave you a watery smile and his expression shifted from anxious to relieved.

You slowly sat up and immediately felt like vomiting, as your limbs were aching and your head was pounding from the fall. “Hey, hey, slow down,” Lockwood whispered tenderly, “how are you feeling?”

“Everything hurts,” you said, when you felt something warm dripping down your cheeks. Lockwood’s gaze slightly shifted and he gasped when he saw the huge gash across your nose bridge. “What happened?” you winced, feeling the wound sting. “I don’t— you must’ve hit your head on the banister or something,” Lockwood worried with wide eyes, “we should take you to the hospital, that probably needs stitches.”

“No way! I’m not letting someone sew my skin like it’s a piece of fabric!”

“It’ll be okay, I promise. George, Luce and I wil be there the whole time and besides, it’s gonna leave one badass scar.”

— A TRIP TO the hospital and a fuckton of stitches later, Lockwood was carrying you bridal style down the streets of London. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get this injured on a Type One mission,” Lucy chuckled. “Be nice to me Luce, I fainted and smacked my head into a banister,” you laughed, hitting her shoulder. “I suggest we all just listen to me next time, because I get really scared when people faint,” George sighed. “Oh, you should've seen Lockwood, Georgie. He looked at me as if I was dying.”

“Look, in my defence, I didn’t know what happened. For all I knew, you could’ve had a knife in your back and were slowly bleeding out,” Lockwood scoffed. “I’m just kidding, it was very sweet of you,” you reassured him as you patted his cheek. “You’re always so dramatic,” Lucy smiled, as she nudged Lockwood with her shoulder and he gave her a side-eye. “Anyway, when we get home, you’re going to bed and you’re not coming out of there until I say so,” Lockwood started, looking down at you, “and I’m going to find those people and try to rake up the price by a lot, so we don’t have to open the door in the middle of the night again.”

“That seems like a good idea, I’ll go with you,” George said and Lockwood nodded approvingly. “Why did it take me nearly perishing at the hands of a fucking banister for us to realise that taking clients in the middle of the night is a terrible idea?” you laughed loudly, throwing your head back. “Aha! So you do admit that you very nearly died and I have the right to be concerned about you and your well-being!” Lockwood exclaimed as he slightly swung you, making you scream and tightly hold onto him.

Lucy caught George’s gaze and shook her head with a smile, “we really should’ve waited until the morning.”

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[mskenway97]

Can you do a one-shot, Bayverse Optimus, with an adopted human reader. Based on the song 'More than Anything' from Hazbin Hotel?

anon, I am very happy to make this request, I recently finished watching Hazbin Hotel. I have to say I fell in love with Charlie and Lucifer's father/daughter relationship. So I have approached it this way, Optimus and GN!reader!human know each other from one of the NEST raids at the beginning of the second movie. Let's say you were 8 or 9 years old, no Reader hadn't seen it from age of extinction to the last knight. Reader had 22 years (more or less)

You are part of who I am

Bayverse Optimus Prime x GN!human!reader (adopted)

Words : 2,056

Summary: You had created a proposal for an alliance of humans and cybertronians but not many agreed. You didn't have much means until you had no choice but to call your father. Based in 'More than anything' of hazbin hotel

Warning: g/t fluff and angst, confort, mentions of death, happy ending and surprise

Y/N was so close to being able to make a dream come true, peace between the two species…. It could be done, it was done once it could be done again. Those days when Y/N missed meeting with the Cybertronians but despite having saved the world. Earth and Cybertron would be side by side.

There was quite a bit of disagreement about forming an alliance again, there was a lot of chaos and destruction in Optimus' absence when he went to find the creators. Trusts had fallen but at least a few could help Y/N…. Cade, Shane, Tessa… Some former allies returned Simmons and Lennox. Diplomacy was in the doldrums… Cogman gave you some advice.

-Miss Y/N you must not give up, you are close to being able to have an audience with your leaders.

-But the proposal is no good to them… They need more proof - said Y/N preparing more photos and documents.

Cade was watching more documents while he sighed - Y/N, I think it's about time you ask for help to… him

Y/N folded its arms, it sighed, it hadn't seen its father for a while, he was busy with the reconstruction of Cybertron. He hadn't had time to talk to you, nor had you had time to talk to him. You didn't want to bother him, since you wanted to accomplish this on your own.

-I will find a way…

Cogman was already on the phone - Lord Prime, we need your… - Cogman said as Y/N took the phone from him.

-Hey dad, how's it going? - Y/N said trying to be calm.

Y/N could note her father's deep baritone with some joy.

-It's been a long time since you called me, what's wrong?

Y/N sighed again as he sat up seeing that Cogman and Cade were looking at him to move forward talking.

-You see… We have a proposal for an alliance like we did with NEST. I would need your help

-No… - Optimus said seriously.

Y/N felt his heart break a little, he thought at least his father would be there to support the idea but he didn't give up.

-But Dad you did it with NEST once. Don't you remember those times? Wouldn't it be best for both worlds if we joined together?

Y/N heard Optimus growl on the other end of the phone.

-Not a very good idea, Y/N, I know what you want to do, but… You shouldn't get involved in something you can't control…

-But Dad…

-No, it's my last word, if you'll excuse me, I have to…

-NO! If we talk about this in person, you will see what we have accomplished here. Please - Y/N said a bit desperately.

If Optimus Prime denied this alliance then there would be no hope and TRF or a group like Cementery Wind would be back again. It didn't understand why Optimus didn't agree with the idea or that it was in charge of the agreement. It also knew that her father wasn't the same since Quintessa brainwashed him. He had been self-conscious as well…

Y/N knew that Optimus always overprotected her but Y/N was no longer a child in fact she is an adult. If she was going to argue her point she was going to do it any way she could.

-All right, I'll come talk to you this afternoon," said Optimus as the call was cut off.

-That was a good development, Miss Y/N," said Cogman as Y/N leaned her head on the table.

Cade walked over to her - You just need to reason with him. Understand that as a father he also wants to protect you

-Cade, no I'm a child…. I want this world to live in harmony both species we have a lot to give. You know that as well as I do - Y/N said as Cade stroked your head.

Cade was with father to Y/N too, he had helped Y/N since Optimus left almost raising you as if it was also his child as well as Tessa and Izzy the new addition to the family.

-You still hold your optimism well, but you both have been through a lot. You will still be his child in his eyes

-Optics - said Cogman correcting him - Miss Y/N, surely if you see all the progress we've made…. Accepting some bots with humans.

-I don't know if Crosshairs along with Shane is a good idea…. I've had to keep the officers at bay - said Y/N.

-Don't think about it they are still trying to improve…. Look for example: Hot Rod and Vivian were getting along very well since the incident - said Cade trying to cheer her up.

-After kidnapping her at first, sir - said Cogman as Cade slapped his hand to his forehead.

Y/N stood up as Cogman and Cade got into a debate. Y/N went to communicate the news to the rest of the bots and humans.

Y/N was starting to have a lot of doubts about it, besides how were going to handle it, she looked at the autobot pendant he gave her. It couldn't give up now.

Hours later…

Y/N had prepared every bot and every human above all that Hound, Crosshairs would not approach the weaponry or try to disturb Cogman, last time there were several problems in this regard.

Cade saw that Y/N was pacing around as Izzy approached excitedly.

-She looks very nervous, she should be excited," said Izzy as she approached Y/N.

Cade took the papers away from Y/N to concentrate on the people around her.

-It would be all right, little bell…. You just have to be calm…

-Lord Prime is already entering the place," said Cogman.

The unmistakable entrance of Optimus with all the bots and humans watching him talking to him. It reminded Y/N of the old days in NEST talking to Ironhide, Ratchet… But now… he was more apathetic, more subdued.

-Lord Prime we are honored to have you in our little haven. It has been in collaboration of some bots….

-Mostly my workmanship - said Hound proudly.

Y/N approached as he watched Optimus kneel down -Welcome to Omega One shelter, we give shelter to both humans and any type of Bot that wants to establish communication with humans.

-Mostly Autobots… If you bring Decepti here….

-Crosshairs, kid, the official visit better be made by the daughter," said Hound, pushing him away.

Y/N nodded to Hound as Crosshairs being around could spoil the occasion so he would do whatever it took to make sure it didn't go wrong.

Y/N showed the facilities showing all the collaboration… The energon supply, food, the electrical system with energon created between Cade and Brains. The houses although of enormous size adapted to the different sizes of the autobots and humans. Which seemed curious once you got to look at it.

-We want all this to have more zones… The alliance would not only help humans, it would also help cybertronians who need to stay on Earth," Y/N said as he sat in a sitting area with Optimus and Cade.

-We have considered all possible measures with the Autobots….

-Have you considered the remaining Decepticons? Several of them are in Human Security cells, plus we can't ignore the fact that Megatron is still at large… There are Autobots who after the treatment of the humans over the years do not want to agree to this deal - Optimus said seriously.

-We have considered having a trial conducted by you and some Autobots… Dad, some Decepticons may change… Brains and Wheelie are the example. I know it will cost to change the minds of people and Cybertronians - said Y/N with all the feeling in his voice.

-The trial would see it as fair, but some Decepticons can try humans and vice versa. With the battle of Chicago - said Optimus seriously while clenching his fist.

The Battle of Chicago was the decline of the alliance leading to runaway situations of all… Of the loss of many autobots among them… Ratchet and human casualties with that of… Sam. Y/N hadn't commented much on the subject with him or Bumblebee who keeps remembering his friend with brother.

-But we can't fall into those mistakes, we can do better," Y/N said as Optimus frowned while Y/N folded his arms.

Cade was seeing that the situation was getting too complicated for them to talk to each other. Besides, it was something more serious that they needed to talk to each other, so he walked away, leaving them some space and taking Cogman with him who was watching in the distance.

-I'm sorry, Y/N, but this idea is not going to work," Optimus said, standing up and dropping his commanding tone.

Y/n saw what he was doing closing in again, creating a wall as he had done before.

-I can't abandon them… If we don't make that deal the chases will come up again," said Y/N as Optimus turned his back on him.

-I made a mistake in creating that alliance…. - Optimus said as he left.

-Meaning finding me was a mistake? - said Y/N making Optimus stop in his tracks - You remember that moment…. My family died because of a Decepticon… I had no one else. And you decided to take care of me, even though we are not of the same blood.

Optimus turned around and knelt down in front of Y/N looking her in the eyes.

-I couldn't just leave you there, you were such a pure and sensitive soul…. I tried, little one… I don't want them to destroy you like they did me. You're the only thing that makes me stay…. - Optimus said with a broken voice as Y/N touched his cheek.

-Dad… I always admired how you did things, being strong yet kind enough to both humans and autobots and even the Decepticons. You were my source of inspiration for this alliance. When you left to search for the creators I tried my best to find a way to help…. I thought I would never see you again, unless your legacy lived on among us," Y/N said as tears welled up in his eyes.

Optimus went to wipe her tears with his digit - Y/N… I… my little one - said Optimus as he lifted her up and brought her closer to her chassis - I have had a hard time, the brainwashing made me think several things among them what would happen if I fell again and hurt you… I could not forgive myself. You are the best thing that has ever happened in my long life, I can't lose that innocence of yours…. Though you have become a warrior.

Y/N I look at the optics - We'll make it work this time, you won't lose me so quickly…. You see I'm not alone. I just need your support is all I ask - Y/N said as Optimus squeezed him closer.

-I missed you in my arms and your little smile," said Optimus smiling.

Y/N saw a sincere smile, something it haven't seen in a long time in its presence -…. Thank you for adopting me that day…

-Thank you for changing my life that day," Optimus said as he held you in his arms for a while longer.

Y/N stayed closer to him despite all the difficulties they had, Optimus will continue to be a part of her life as she is in his.

While not too far from where they were….

Most bots and humans with tissues in hand watching and hearing what they were talking about thanks Cogman.

-Just beautiful, they have opened their hearts," said Cogman as Izzy grabbed a handkerchief.

-You know that if they both find out they're going to kill us, right? said Hound as Cade nodded.

-Yes, we'd better not say a word, otherwise we don't want anger from both of them," said Cade with a smile, looking at the picture and remembering his daughter.

It didn't matter if she was human or cybertronian, this was the proof of a coexistence of cybertronians and humans.

Caring for each other.

More than anything.

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[md-confessions]

Trigger Warning for abuse since I am going to be talking about it a lot.

My honest reaction to TSM anon's confessions/posts trying to justify J's treatment of N. (They're so ass)

Ok so uhh... Anyway I'll try to debunk some of the points:

First of all: yes the fuck she is abusive! Search the damn definition on Google or the dictionary, it's exactly what she's doing, like beat for beat.

Let's start with two examples: one from the manor and another from copper-9.

J kicking N in the manor flashback: for context N and V had literally just bumped into each other, made a spark and both were trying to clean up the mess they made, then comes in Ms. Tenth letter of the alphabet with a kick to N's face for like no fucking reason whatsoever.

J stepping on N's chest while he clearly struggles: In the pilot during the scene that introduces the Alphabet squad during J's introduction she has her foot on his chest while saying he's useless, terrible and if she could, she'd kill him herself and N is very clearly struggling to even breath.

Those two very clearly ARE abuse, the second one even has a tinge of verbal abuse!

Ok so TSM tried to justify both these actions by us not knowing the full context.

The context of the kick is that: there is none, that kick was completely unprovoked, so J had absolutely no reason for kicking N aside from him being in her way from the "move it moron" line, and she changes up her attitude completely at Tessa being there, her visor showing those hollow eyes that drones show when worried or scared.

But even if you say "oh but N was in J's way so she kicked him out" but she could have just, you know, MOVED A LITTLE BIT TO THE RIGHT?!?!? And also that does not excuse kicking a person in the face.

Context of the second scene is: THERE IS NONE, ONE AGAIN! The reason that scene exists is to show that A. J is abusive towards N, and B. J is a hypocrite! Let me explain, A is very self explanatory, stepping on someone's chest and verbally abusing them is very clearly well... Abuse and B is to show that even though she calls N useless, N has shown throughout the rest of the series he is a very competent fighter, arguably better than his fellow DDs and also that even though J was pretty much insulting N for being weak, she got killed by a Angsty bisexual 18-year-old with a pen and a Railgun made out of like, scrap.

I don't know how you can genuinely look at those scenes and go "J isn't an abuser" even though yes she fucking is.

Also I dead ass forgot that second post aside from the "why would Cyn put N in the squad if his abuser?" Part, which has a very simple explanation: it wasn't Cyn, it was Mr. Solver of the absolute fabric itself! It used Cyn as a host, Cyn wasn't in control, she prob has been dead for a long ass time.

The solver is sadistic and it likes fucking with the alphabet squad, take V as an example: it allowed V to keep her memories, just to make V's trauma even worse.

The solver thinks it's funny to traumatize people so why wouldn't it think putting a person in the same team as their abuser wouldn't be?

Anyways I've been typing this since 5:30 AM, and now it's 6:50 and I got school so I'll stop here, if you got anything else to add put it in the reblogs ig...

Final note: I haven't been abused myself (not that I remember) so I can't really fully grasp the concept, but still, J's treatment of N is like, the dictionary definition of Abuse, I'm very bad at understanding other people and their emotions and I'm not super great at analysing characters but this shit is so obviously abuse seeing TSM over here trying to say otherwise is giving me a brain aneurysm.

Anyways have a good day/evening/night or whatever time of day it is :D

.

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[nuzipilled]

I adore the Pacific Rim/Murder Drones Au! :o I wonder if its fine to ask questions.

Who was N's partner that he lost?

Are J and V possibly as well pilots for jaeger's?

OMG @limeinaltime we got fanz

i’m still parsing together the lore™️ but i imagine that in this au the worker drones were built originally to help assemble the jeagers, and then repurposed as pilots as the kaiju threat and human losses grew. the setback was the mechanics of the jeagers were too much for the worker drone’s little bodies, so they needed to be modified to accommodate that—hence disassembly drones. Tessa was the daughter of the ceo at JcJenson who were the original manufacturers of the workers and also a rookie pilot at the time, so it made sense that her drones would be the prototypes. Their AI originally proved to be ineffective when drifting with another drone and so they needed a human counterpart to drift with while the company worked out the kinks in their programming.

it just so happened that because she was so close with with them all and generally just an openhearted, good person she was sort of considered the MacGyver of the jaeger program and was virtually drift compatible with all of them. she would take turns drifting with them in their respective jeagers and training them until their AI was developed enough to be compatible with each other. then i think that N was paired off with V while Tessa stuck with J.

An incident happened shortly afterwards that ended up getting Tessa killed and N was so traumatized by the experience that him and V started to have issues with their drift and he eventually was retired as her partner, with J taking her place. J taunts N about this relentlessly. N was delegated the responsibility of training rookie drones, still in their worker bodies in preparation of their modification so that they can become pilots too and effectively make humans obsolete and therefore safer.

As time goes on, and the threat continues to grow, the company has no choice but to recommission N, but since the incident his terror of stepping back into a jeager hasn’t faded. It is virtually impossible to find somebody that’s compatible.

he ends up taking a liking to Uzi, a spunky, rebellious rookie, whose parents just so happened to also be pilots during the experimental days where jcjenson was still using worker drones as stand ins for humans. Khan also lost his partner, Nori and is very much opposed to the idea of Uzi following in their footsteps because of it. Uzi however is practically foaming at the mouth to get into a mech and eventually, despite her not being modified, N warily to take her to the launch bay for a joyride and finds out to Uzi’s joy and N’s horror that they are drift compatible.

I have more to say on this, but I’m actually driving right now and using voice to text I got so excited to answer this and was afraid that if I let it sit, I’d forget my autistic ponderings. Long story short, to answer your question via incredibly winded ramblings, yes, V and J are also pilots, Tessa was N’s original partner, Then got rotated to V, watched Tessa die And it all went downhill from there. Thank you for the ask, anon!

#kistch answers #kitsch rambles #pacific rim au #murder drones #nuzi

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Tessa is just staring at Rhett's hands because she's just a little obsessed with his hands (who isn't let's be real) and Rhett's obsessed with her wearing his hands as a necklace 🤤

(Sorry saw that pic of Lewis's hands and couldn't help myself)

you're right and you should say it anon....enjoy almost 1k of hand kink friend

She never did it intentionally. Most of the time she didn’t even realize she was doing it until she was in the middle. Until she was looking away from him with a heat in her cheeks she couldn’t deny and a wetness between her legs that mostly left her feeling embarrassed. 

They were just hands. 

But, God, they were Rhett’s hands.

Palms wide, fingers long and thick, blonde hairs on his knuckles and the backs of his hands. Littered in scars and callouses from years upon years of hard work and fighting and bull riding. So really, it wasn’t Tessa’s fault when she got caught up staring at them.

Curled around the steering wheel of his truck. Wrapped around a beer bottle or the lip of a coffee mug. Resting in his lap with his fingers threaded.

It didn’t help that she knew what those hands were capable of. What strength they held. Those hands could hold him onto the back of a raging bull for over eight seconds. Those hands that won him more fights than he lost. Those hands could fix her car's fuel pump like it was nothing. 

Those hands that twined themselves around her hips and waist any chance they got. Those hands that entirely eclipsed her own when he held them. Those hands that, when dipped between her thighs, knew just where to touch. Just where to tease. Just where to press and when to make her see stars. Those hands that ghosted over her flesh to make her shudder. That held her breasts just right with those dexterous thumbs teasing over her nipples. Those fingers that taste like leather and tobacco when he puts them in her mouth. Those hands that caressed her and touched her like a thing divine. Those palms that gripped rough and hard after one of his rides — held her in place and molded her just how he liked.

“Sunshine. Tess? You there?” Rhett called, sudden and almost loud in her ears. 

Tessa looked up from where she had spaced out. Vision snapping back into focus. Rhett sitting there at the dining room table with his hands up by his finished plate, looking at her with furrowed brows and an amused smile.

“D’you say somethin’?” she asked. 

It came out more like a squeak. She knew she had been caught. Her face was probably beat red, and she really couldn’t ignore the desire that was growing within her. The dampness in her panties that only worsened when she tried to cross her legs. And Rhett knew her like no one else. She knew that he knew that something was up. Especially when he cocked a brow at her and sat back in his seat. 

He nodded his chin at her. “What were uh…What were ya thinkin’bout?”

“N-Nothin’,” she replied.

She got up from her seat quickly, probably too quickly, to start clearing away the dinner plates and get things cleaned up. And Rhett just watched her. Fingers threaded together with his forearms rested on his thighs. God they always looked so good like that. Tessa looked for a second too long as she scooped up his plate.

He let it slide, for the moment. Let her slink away to the kitchen and fill the sink up with sudsy water.

No, it wasn’t until she was elbow deep in spaghetti dishes that he made his move. 

She felt the heat of him first. That firm chest pressed against her back. His breath that still smelled of oregano and parmesan in her ear. However, she couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her, floated into the open air against her will, when his palms came in contact with her jean clad hips. He smiled against the sensitive flesh of her neck as he pushed at first, then pulled her back into him.

It sent a jolt through her core that made her bite her lip.

Rhett kissed gently at the spot beneath her ear. “See somethin’ ya like, huh?”

“S’nothin’, bubs, honest,” she whispered back.

He tsked as he shook his head, dark hairs falling over his forehead as he skimmed those thin lips down her neck — to the juncture with her shoulder.

“Com’on, sunny baby, we talked’bout this,” he rumbled, one of those devilish, divine hands slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to tease at the soft flesh of her belly. “Gotta tell me wha’gets ya goin’.”

Tessa held out her resolve for as long as she could. Stopped up by embarrassment and pride. But then his hand was trailing up her abdomen, teasing at the bottom of her breast through her thin lace bralette, and she was putty in his hands. She knew he wouldn’t go any farther, and if she stayed silent long enough, he would pull away entirely. With some noise of discomfort and a laugh from Rhett, she pulled her hands out of the water and gripped the edge of the sink tight.

“S’embarrassin’,” she muttered, cheeks hot, still unable to just spit it out.

“S’okay,” he chuckled, nipped at her neck. “Think I already know what it is.”

“Y-You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

He pulled his face away from her neck. Confused, she didn’t know what he was doing. So she finally looked up from the fading suds. Just in time to catch in the darkened window, their reflections distorted but clear, Rhett’s hand rising to curl around her neck. He kept his grip light, but she could feel the presence there, the pressure and weight. It still made her choke, her chest suddenly heaving at the sight of that hand around her throat. Those thick fingers and hairy knuckles, that pale white scar between his forefinger and thumb. Without knowing it, her hips rolled back into him. Desperate for friction, desperate for release.

Rhett smirked as he caught her eye in the window reflection.

“Now don’t that make a pretty necklace?”

#annie answers #anons are nice #oc: tessa abernathy #fic: here to stay #fd: outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x oc #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott fanfic #rhett abbott fic #outer range #outer range imagine #outer range fic #rhett abbott x tessa abernathy #lewis pullman

[mermaidsirennikita]

hi, this is a bit of an embarrassing ask but do you have any recs for a,,, idk how to even put this but sort of sexually naive fmc in historicals? and yes, I know this is not really a rarety at all in historicals but im kind of searching for something a bit more specific?

id read an older Tessa dare a few years back, cant really remember the title, but the fmc really had no clue about the 'wifely duties' and all and teaching her marriagebed101, realizing her entire sexual awakening started and depended on him really awoke something a bit mean-spirited and delicious in the mmc-and unfortunately in me-??????? bit of a historical under-negotiated, bad-bdsm etiquette if you will.

i made a post about this in reddit a few months back but the few recs were just not right + a snide comment about how doormat fmcs are the worst or whatever which was not my intention at all but 🤷🏻‍♀️ I took it down the next day lmao

i cant believe i actually typed all this lmao, yay tumblr anon feature🎉

Awww, I'm sorry that that space was uncomfortable, I think I get what you're asking for (and any ask is valid, dude)

I'm only give you a few so that you can see if they fit and come back (if need be)!

I would recommend checking out Phoebe by S.M. LaViolette for sure! The heroine loves it, but the hero is quite dominant in bed and I wouldn't say it's like... dubcon, but it's not very negotiated either lol. He just kinda does it. She has a basic idea of sex, but nothing super concrete, and the wedding night scene is QUITE a lot.

The Chief by Monica McCarty could be a good one too--the hero isn't exactly MEAN about it, but he's very stern in bed, very remote, very dominating, and the heroine is quite naive.

Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell, for sure. The heroine is naive... the hero is a dick... there is no etiquette lol. There's actual tension in this one too because the hero really wants an heir, the heroine is in an arranged match with him, and they initially hold off on sex because her childhood friend guy was a part of an overthrow attempt and the hero believes she could be pregnant with the friend guy's kid (she's definitely not).

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels

[silverhallow]

Part 1 of 4 requests from An Anon in my Inbox...

The Story of Us looks a lot like a Tragedy now

The Story of Sophie and Benedict's first fight:

Their first fight…

How it had taken this long when they knew couples who fought regularly Benedict would never know… but all he knew was this was his fault.

He should have listened to her, he should have believed her and not thrown jealousy in her face.

It was petty and stupid and idiotic and why he was standing in the rain, soaked to the bone banging on her door to beg for her forgiveness.

He should have seen the signs. 

Sophie had not liked Tessa when she’d come to Oxford not before Christmas, Benedict and Henry had taken Sophie and Peter out with their course mates and Sophie didn’t like the way she’d been staring at Benedict. The way she watched him and glared at her whenever they were holding hands, giggling together… and when she’d heard her in the toilets, “it’s just a childhood thing… fanciful… he’ll want a real woman…”

Sophie wanted to scream and punch the girl but she knew in her heart that Benedict loved her and they were soulmates and so she didn’t think too much about it at the time…

But after Christmas, Benedict cancelled coming to visit her for the weekend saying he had some work to do on a project, Sophie had been in the room whilst Peter was on Skype with Henry and seen that Tessa was there in the background, her and Benedict talking about something in the background so Sophie had left the room and called her boyfriend.

He’d said he was working on his partner project, when Sophie asked who he was working with, he’d hesitated before telling her that Tessa had asked him before he could pair with Henry and he’d agreed.

Sophie had been upset that he’d not told her and she told him of what she overheard “We’re friends Soph, that’s all. I love you. It’s you I want to be with”

“Not enough to be here this weekend though” she’d huffed.

“Fee, it’s not like that… I want to be there but this has to be handed in next week and Tess had things on next week so it had to be this weekend” he explained “I promise I will be there next weekend instead, I promise”

Sophie had believed him, she’d let it go, she knew how important it was to get their work done and she wanted to encourage him with his course and his work so she’d let it go…

But then the weekend had come and Benedict had called her on Friday morning, apologising but saying that Tessa’s work had been destroyed when her flat had been broken into and she had to get some of the work done or risk being kicked off the course…

Sophie wasn’t buying it but she had no proof, she’d have suggested she’d come to Oxford and help but she had some work that she could get done herself.

So she’d let it pass… again…

And then again three weeks later, things had been fine when she had come down to visit him but when it was his turn… he’d cancelled again and Sophie was hurt.

“Ben, that's four times you cancelled on me! I’m surprised you even bothered to let me come over last week but oh that’s right Tessa was AWAY! What is it this time? Tessa’s broken a nail… Tessa needs a kidney…” she’d cried at him down the phone “Peter is coming to Oxford, we were supposed to have this place to ourselves. Lily is going on a date with Roger so we had the place to ourselves!! But nooo your new girlfriend needs you so you’re cancelling on me!”

“She’s not my girlfriend Soph, you are. She’s just a friend. That is all. She knows I’ve got a girlfriend. She knows I love you”

“Do you? Because it doesn’t feel like that at the moment! You spend more time with Tessa than you do me!” Sophie sobbed down the phone.

“No, that's not true. I do Soph. I love you. I do! You're just being jealous that someone is showing me attention and wants to be friends with me! It is nothing and you’re just jealous! I’m just trying to be a friend! She’s depressed… I was trying to be a good friend. Like you are to your friends…”

“There is being a good friend and being a lousy boyfriend!” she snapped “Tessa doesn’t want to be your friend. She’s driving you away from me, stopping you from coming to see me! She wants you Benedict! You’re the only one who is too blind to see it! But fine! Go be with her! Don’t bother coming next weekend.”

“But it’s valentines…”

“Don’t” Sophie said, hanging up with a loud sob.

“Everything alright?” came a voice from the door, Henry leaning against the doorway looking at his friend.

“No idea… Sophie's just pissed at me…”

“Because you cancelled on her for Tessa again… what was the excuse this time” Henry asked.

“Sick grandparents…” Benedict said feeling a little guilty. “But it’s what Sophie would do…”

“Not if it meant neglecting you Ben… she’s always put you first… always. You used to do the same for her… do you want to be with Tessa? Because I know for fact she’s desperately trying to get into your pants…”

“We’re friends Hen, that’s all… friends… she doesn’t want me and I do not want her… I want Sophie but I don’t want to lose my friends…”

“Friends don’t make you cancel 4 times on your girlfriend… just saying…” Henry said “you need to think… because if you’re not careful, Sophie’s not going to stick around and play second fiddle much longer and I don’t blame her mate… if she dumps you then it's on your head…” he said as he walked away.

Benedict was torn, he wanted to just leave, jump in his car and drive to Sophie, to reassure her that everything was fine, that he loved her and that he wanted to be with her and only her.

He hated himself at that moment, he hated that he’d made her cry when he promised to look after her. To love her…

But he wanted to be a good friend as well, that was all he was with Tessa and he didn’t even find her that attractive.

He figured he’d speak to Tessa this afternoon whilst Henry and Peter were out, tell her that they would never be more than just friends, that she was only ever going to be a friend but that she needed to find someone else to depend on and not just him as he had to go to Sophie, he had Sophie and she was his priority.

He’d texted her and told her to come over later on as he was trying to sort things out with Sophie, that she was mad at him but didn’t elaborate on why…

He’d tried calling her, he’d tried calling Lily and Peter had arrived and just told him that she was really upset and hurt and that it was going to take more than just a phone call to fix this…

Benedict had decided that he would drive to Cambridge tomorrow, he’d go see her tomorrow and apologise to her face and explain that she was and will always be his first priority.

Those plans changed slightly when Tessa arrived however, it was a bit earlier than he was anticipating and when he opened the door he dropped the sandwich he was in the middle of eating.

Tessa had turned up in nothing but a trenchcoat and some lazy underwear, something Sophie had done for him once before and it had been the best afternoon of his life…

But this…

This was not what he wanted, nor did he want to see it.

“T…tes….tessa… what?” he stammered

“I thought… maybe you’d like to experience a real woman… since your little girlfriend is giving you the cold shoulder”

“I… no…” Benedict said shaking his head “she’s giving me the cold shoulder because she thought you were doing all this… i thought she was making it up! That it was all in her head, that she was just jealous but she’s been right all along!”

“Maybe but come on… she’s half way across the country, I am right here! Everything I've done… I just want you! Have me… I'm yours for the taking…”

“Fuck no. she might be half way across the country as you say. She could be in another country but that won’t change how I feel about her! She is my girlfriend, the woman I love, the woman I've loved since I was 15… she’s the one I am going to spend the rest of my life with… I am not going to risk that over some little fling… what I have with Sophie is more than you’ll ever dream… she’s everything i’ve ever wanted and will ever need…” Benedict said as everything clicked into place and he knew what he needed to do.

“I’ve… i’ve got to go…” he said shutting the door on Tessa and running back to his room, he knew he had to go to Sophie and fix this. She had been right and he had been an arse not listening to her.

He felt bad for Tessa but he was furious that she’d been taking advantage of him. He saw that now. He hated that he hadn’t listened to Henry or Sophie… Sophie had never lied to him. He should have believed her.

He swore loudly as he threw his clothes into a bag, this was going to take some grovelling and he knew he deserved it.

This was his fault, they had fallen out because he’d been so blind… never again.

He threw everything into his car and not caring that it was starting to rain, he set off.

The two hour drive from Oxford to Cambridge gave him plenty of time to think, to work out what he was going to say but he knew there was nothing that he could plan. It had to come from the heart.

He left his things in the car as he pulled up outside of her accommodation, he knew the security guards on the car park, and he knew that his things would be safe. It didn’t matter that it was pouring down with rain, he didn’t want Sophie to think he assumed she was going to let him in, to let him stay… he had hope but he knew that he had to earn that right.

Over the years he had put his big foot in his mouth more times than he could care to admit, care to think about… he had hurt her but he’d always found the words to help her forgive him but this time it was different.

Back then it was just him being an idiot and they were just friends but now… there was more to it than that.

They loved one another, they were a team… they were soulmates…

He should have believed her and never neglected her like this. If this ever got back to Kate, to his mother or his sister’s… they would likely have his balls…

If Sophie didn’t take them first and he had to admit, that she would be well within her rights to take them.

He glanced around the car park to make sure Sophie’s car was there, to make sure she’d not gone home for the weekend instead and when he saw her little car still there he breathed a sigh of relief.

By the time he made it out of the car park he was soaked to the bone and cursing himself for not remembering his umbrella but this was his penance.

Standing and apologising to his girlfriend in the rain, was his repentance.

He ran across the campus, he didn’t want to leave it any longer, he didn’t want to risk wasting any more time. Each second wasted was another where she would be wondering what he was up to, if Tessa had managed to have her way…

After everything that Sophie had been through, with everything that had happened in school, he felt even worse that she was having these thoughts again and it was his fault.

You could have wrung him out and filled a bathtub by the time he reached the front door of her halls and he banged hard on the door.

He didn’t hear anything but he could see a light on so he banged harder again “Sophie! It’s me! Open up! I know you’re in… Please… Please” he pleaded at the door.

He heard a noise inside and the light went off “Sophie i know you’re there… please… please! I was wrong… I was a blind fool and I should have believed you. You were right! You were totally right!! Please Fee… just… open the door… you don’t even have to let me in! I just don’t want to do this to your door… please please!!!” he begged.

The door opened and the sight of his girlfriend, her red puffy eyes, the sadness on her face nearly broke his heart “I’m so sorry Sophie. I should have listened to you. You were right… you were right… I… I just… I was blind to what was going on and was trying to be a friend… but she wanted… what I wasn’t prepared to give her… You are all I've ever wanted. You’re all I ever want… I am just so sorry”

“What made you realise I was telling the truth?” Sophie sniffed, her green eyes cold.

“She turned up in a trenchcoat and god knows how little else, offered herself to me… i rejected her, shut the door, packed my things and came straight here… to apologise. I was already realising that I'd been a dickhead and I was planning to come tomorrow after talking to her… Henry was telling me I was being a dick, I guess I was pleased someone outside of the group saw me as a friend, or so I thought. I think… i was just a bit jealous of you… you’ve got Lily… someone who isn’t in our friendship group from home… someone new… in the two years i’ve been at Uni, i’ve got classmates but no one else who is really a friend.” Benedict explained, realising now, the truth of it all.

“She… she…” Sophie said feeling sick

“I didn’t look, I don’t want to look. I never saw her that way, i’ve never wanted to see her that way… she was only ever a friend to me and that’s why I couldn’t see what you were telling me. She was only ever a friend… and now… after trying what she tried… I want nothing to do with her. You are everything to me Soph and i am sorry that I fucked that up. That I pushed you away and didn’t believe you. I just… I wanted to tell you. I wanted to come and tell you that i’m sorry… that I know I fucked up… i don’t expect you to forgive me straight away, i just… I didn’t want to apologise over the phone and I didn’t want to leave it… so i’ll… i’ll go…” he said  “just… know… i love you Sophie… I will always love you.” he said before turning around.

He’d said his piece, it was down to her now.

“Ben, wait…” Sophie said when he got two steps down the path, the rain beating down on him again.

She’d listened to what he had to say, his apology and she could understand where he was coming from. 

She knew how much he wanted to be seen outside of his family, outside of their group of friends, and she knew how kind his heart truly was. The things he was prepared to do for his friends…

She remembered how he’d stood Gen up to come to his aid when her grandmother had had her heart attack, he’d do anything for a friend and if he truly thought Tessa a friend, he’d have done anything to help her and the conniving cow must have remembered Sophie telling some of the others in their class what he did for her.

She could see how much pain he was in and whilst she was hurting that he’d not believed her in the first instance and hadn’t believed Henry, he had come straight here to talk to her, to apology when he realised he was wrong and for that she couldn’t be too mad at him.

And he was soaked to the bone, “come in… just… let’s get you out of those wet things and we can talk properly” she said to him when he paused on the path.

“My things are in the car”

“And i’ve got things here that you left… and i stole” she smiled softly at him. “Come on, i’ll put the kettle on and you can have a shower, i’ll not forgive myself if you get a cold”

Benedict smiled at her weakly, he was cold, a cup of tea and a hot shower sounded like heaven right now and if she was prepared to talk to him then he had hope that he wasn’t about to lose her.

“Thank you” he said and he followed her into the apartment.

He trudged off to have a hot shower and Sophie had left a pair of his shorts and a hoodie at the door for him whilst she was in the kitchen putting the kettle on.

When he reappeared 20 minutes later he felt like a new man and as he took a sip of the tea he let out a happy sigh, “thanks, i did wonder where this hoodie had gone…”

“Well I can’t steal your Oxford hoodies and the orange one just reminds me of you… sorry its not really clean, i’d been sleeping in it…” she admitted

“Sleeping in it?”

“I’ve missed you” she said 

“I’m sorry Soph… I feel horrible for cancelling on you, even more than I did at the time knowing the reasons behind it were all fake, that she was trying to drive a wedge between us and it very nearly worked… but I swear Soph, it wasn’t because I wanted her… she’s nothing compared to you. I’ve never even considered her as anything more than a friend and now, to know she was prepared to do that to you… to us… i want nothing more to do with her and i’ll be making myself very clear when I get back to Uni. I want nothing to do with her and i’ll be asking Professor Morton for a new partner…” he said.

Sophie sighed “I don’t want you to lose friends because of me…”

“Soph, anyone who tries to get between me and you… they’re not my friend. Not when I spent most of my time talking about you, complaining about how much I miss you, you were always my muse and who I talk about, who I visualise in my work, when I paint landscapes I think of our future home, a place in the country, with a lake, a tree… a few dogs and kids running around… everything in my life is you… and if someone wants to be my friend, they need to accept that. I don’t want someone in my life if they can’t accept you as the biggest part of my life outside of my family… because one day, if you forgive me, you will be my family” he said passionately, his hand reaching out and placing it over hers and squeezing it.

“I know how hard it is for you for people to see you for who you are Ben but what if this happens again, you’ve got another two years of your course left… i’m here for a lot longer… i don’t want anything to come between us either but I tried to tell you and you didn’t listen… you called me jealous and that hurt…” Sophie explained.

“I know and it was stupid of me. It was immature of me, I just let my head get the better of me instead of listening to my heart… I’d seen Anthony say the same things to Kate when Tina was being nice to him and she thought Tina was flirting…”

“Tina was… she tried to kiss Anthony in front of Kate…”

“Really… fuck… I didn’t know about that… Ant didn’t tell me”

“Because he hated that Kate was right, you know what they are like… but we’re not them Ben. you’ve got female friends and i’ve never been jealous… other than Gen but that was because she had you and I wanted you… but friends… You’re friends with Lily, I trust you alone with Lily… same with Lucy, same with Alice… same with Annabeth who is on your course… but Tessa… no… i knew what she wanted, I told you what i heard her saying… and you dismissed me”

“I know I’m sorry. I should have believed you then, it would have saved so much heartache, I don’t like arguing with you, I never have… you’re my favourite person in the world Fee, I love you and i just… I wish I could take those few weeks back where I cancelled on you and I was a bad boyfriend… I want to make it up to you… if you’ll let me”

“Promise next time you’ll believe me?” Sophie asked with a sigh “and you’ll never call me jealous again after I’ve told you someone is hitting on you?”

“With all my heart. I swear on my grandmother’s grave… i’d rather lose my hands than fight with you like this…” he vowed.

“Very well, it’s valentine’s next week, you can make it up to me then…” she said with a small smile

“Well I could start making it up now… if… you’d like…”

“Well Kate does tell me Make Up sex is worth fighting over… but I was more thinking about all the missed weekends, I think you owe me a lot of romance and sweeping me off my feet after being a bad boyfriend for a few weeks…” she said coyly.

“That… I was already planning to do it but I shall make it even better… I promise… but for now… maybe we could test Kate’s theory…” he whispered hopefully.

“I think… that may be acceptable” she smiled as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly.

All the love, the promises he had just made poured into the kiss, reassuring her that he’d not make the same mistakes again and they learned that yes, makeup sex is worth it but they’d much rather not fight in the first place…

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #when we were young au #benophie #benedict x sophie

[socalwriterbee]

Sweet Fantasy

Title: Sweet Fantasy

Book/Series: Open Heart

Characters: Ethan Ramsey x Tessa Martinez (MC)

Rating/Warning: Smuttish (18+)

Word Count: 2806

Summary: Ethan has a sexy dream without him realizing Tessa has witnessed his moans and groans. Now Tessa is determined to find out what or who could make Ethan so excited in his sleep.

A/N: This story came from an ask earlier this month.. find it right here -> Anon Ask

A/N2: This fic is for clarity sake 😈. @txemrn

Character belong to Pixelberry

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There she was. Lost in thought, scribbling something on a piece a paper, he wondered what it could be. A faint smile spread across his face as he took her in, alone at the corner table, her dark hair in a messy bun which always sat neatly on top of her head. She would smirk to herself here and there. His smile left as everyone walking by him looked at him with odd expressions on their faces. He rolled his eyes at them, have they never seen him smile?

Ethan had spent a longer time looking for her then should have been necessary, she wasn’t answering his calls or messages. What if it had been an emergency? He would have a talk with her, especially because they were both on shift tonight.

He closed the space that separated them. “What are you working on?” Ethan hovered over Tessa.

She jumped at the sound of her name. “Jesus. Ethan! You scared me!” She tells him, her hands try to cover what she has been working on for the past day and half. But looks down and realizes what a poor job she is doing with it peaky through her fingers. “I’m just making a list.” She grins at him.

Ethan chuckles. “Checking it twice, Santa Claus?” 

Sticking her tongue out at him, Tessa goes back to listing all the possibilities of what Ethan could have been dreaming of. The screech of the chair opposite her, lets her know Ethan as decided to join her. Trying to cover her paper with her forearm so he doesn’t catch anything on it

“Tess, if you are trying to make it not so obvious that you don’t me to see what you are writing you are failing.” Ethan says, reaching for the paper.

Tessa pulls it back, the paper crumbling into her body. She smoothes it out as she folds it into fours. “It’s a secret.” Tessa tells him as the list she is working on goes into her coat pocket.

Ethan pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Hmm… Since when do we keep secrets from each other?”

Tessa thinks to herself. He had a point, “Birthday surprises, Holiday gifts.” She answers him.

“When you’ve done something that will upset me.” Ethan adds.

“Dr. Ramsey! Me? Upset you? I would never.” Tessa giggles.

Ethan puts his hand out. “Let me see. I know it has nothing to do with a birthday, mine has come and gone and the holidays are sometime away.” 

Biting her bottom lip, Tessa wasn’t ready to share. Because she would have to tell him what happened that morning, almost two days ago. Ethan hadn’t brought it up so maybe he thought she hadn’t heard him.

“Come on. Tess, it's the least you can do. I came looking for you when you weren’t answering my calls or texts.”

“You were? Everything ok?”

“Yes.” Ethan reached across the table and took her hand in his. “Let me see.” Bringing her hand to his lips, Ethan pressed a kiss against her soft skin.

Tessa pulls her hand out of his. “Buttering me up in front of everyone? So unlike you Ethan.” He chuckles. She puts her hand in her coat pocket the paper in the palm on her hand. Pulling it out and waving it in front of Ethan. “You won’t get mad?”

It can’t be good Ethan thought, she is telling him not to get mad. He jaw tenses with what could possibly be written. “Tessa. Show me.”

She steadies it in front of him. Holding on tightly as Ethan grabs the other corner and pulls it out of her hand with ease. Tessa holds her breath as he unfolds it.

A loud gasp escapes past Ethan’s lips. “Rookie!”

A few days later…

Ethan held his cup of coffee close to his lips, looking at her with hooded eyes before taking a sip. It’s been a few days since the incident and Tessa wasn't going to give up until he told her. For heavens sakes she had made a list of what the possibilities could be. And anytime they were alone she would pull it out, ask him only to mark it off once he told her no. 

He needed to get his hands on that list before it got into someone else's hands. 

Ethan's Fantasy…

He didn't need anyone to know what made him moan and mumble in his sleep. Having Tessa know would be plenty for him to die of embarrassment. It had been her fault to begin with, that show she was binge watching had sucked him in, now he was invested in seeing what happened to that time traveling doctor.

"Is it that?" Tessa asked, her pen pressing on the paper ready to cross off another guess.

"No."

Letting out a sigh, she crosses it off. "What about a sexy nurse and doctor?"

Ethan hesitates briefly and he sees Tessa's eyes light up. "That's it isn't it? You dreaming of playing doctor and sexy nurse."

"Rookie, I am a doctor and my girlfriend is a doctor no need for a sexy nurse." He tells her. But he wouldn't tell her that she wasn't that far off.

She lets out another disappointed sigh, but instead of crossing off the sexy nurse and doctor she writes a questions mark next to it. This one needs to be looked into a bit further. Tessa taps her pen on the paper, “You know if you share that dream of yours, I could possibly make it come true.”

A tingling sensation runs through her as Ethan’s blue eye stare heats her skin. Placing his cup on the counter of their kitchen, in one quick stride he is on her. Pressing his body into hers “Promises, promises Tess. Don’t tease me.” The pad of his thumb running along her full bottom lip.

“It’s not teasing if I’m telling you the truth.” Tessa hoarsely whispers, taking his thumb into her mouth and sucking gently on it.

Ethan lets out a groan, removing his thumb from her pretty little mouth with a pop and crashes his lips against hers with a fervent kiss, his tongue pushing pass her lips. A moan escapes from Tessa giving Ethan the go ahead, his hands trail the round of her ass lifting her up on the counter. Pushing her knees apart and stepping in between, Ethan slides his hands over her thigh and into the leg opening of her pajama shorts. 

He grazes of the center of panties with the back of his fingers. The simplest action making Tessa roll her head back, exposing her neck to him. His mouth finds her delicate skin, nippling and kissing his way down. All the while his fingers move past her panties, feeling how wet and ready she is for him. 

Tessa moans. “Ethan.” As she rubs against his pants at his growing need.

Ethan groans as he impatiently waits for Tessa to begin to undo his pants, in need of getting lost in her before duty calls.

“Ethan.”

“Hmm..” He mumbles, his hungry eyes looking into hers, her hand still in over his pants. “What is it?” 

Tessa removes her hand and places it over his wrist, pulling his hand from her shorts “You’re gonna be late.” She pushes off the counter making Ethan move back, giving him a mischievous stare. “Come on. It’s rude to keep your patients waiting Dr. Ramsey.”

Tessa grin widens as Ethan lets out a deep sigh, watching as he adjusts himself before the calm and collect Ethan returns. 

“I’m going to take a shower, I’ll see you want you get home.” Tessa reaches up and places a tender kiss on his cheek.

Ethan grabs her hips bringing her closer to him. “Teasing again are we? You remember Cape Cod, right?”

“How could I forget.” She seductively tells him. Leaning up once more but this time instead of kissing his cheek she kisses his lips, licking his bottom lip with her tongue. “I have to get ready, I’ve got plans.” Tessa tells him before turning around and walking out of the kitchen.

“What kind of plans?” Ethan calls after her.

“Shopping Plans.”

Later that day...

Jesus H Roosevelt Christ.

Why did that sound so familiar? 

And why would Ethan say it, Tessa thought to herself. She had come shopping for a costume, that had been her plan try out as many things as possible to narrow her list down. She had been lucky to find a small shop that specialized in costumes for all occasions throughout the entire year. The mix of serious cross-play and those silly Halloween outfits. The Eve outfit was to get things going, she took out her list and crossed off The Original Sin. She knew it was a long shot but once she saw the getup, there was no way she was going to let that opportunity pass.

Jesus H Roosevelt Christ.

Where was that from? 

It was going to bug her all day until she figured it out. Tessa sat down on the little seat provided in the dressing room, the sexy nurse outfit hanging right in front of her. She was saving that one for in person viewing, there had been no doubt she was buying it when she came across it. Short white dress, thigh high white stockings and the little nurses hat with the red cross right in the center. Tessa had the perfect black red bottom heels to pair with it, a pair she was going to get good use out of after all they did cost her a pretty penny.

There was a knock on her dresser door, the salesperson asking her if everything was ok. She answered yes, but what she really wanted to answer was not really because her boyfriend wouldn’t tell her about his sex dream and it was driving her crazy. So crazy that she came to try things on to pry it out of him. Nothing else in the dressing room she had picked out was calling to her so she changed back into her clothes, taking the only thing she was going to buy.

As she walked through the store, seeing if something else popped out at her but all she got was nothing. Ethan had a great poker face and it was going to take much more to get him to share his dirty thoughts.

“Find everything you needed?” The cashier asked her once she reached the register. 

“Yes. This one will do.” Tessa smiles at the cashier, a woman in her early or mid forties returned her smile. Something caught her eye behind the woman, “I’m sorry?” she hadn’t heard what the cashier asked her.

“Sexy Nurse. Must be some event you’re attending.” The woman blushes at her.

“Oh you have no idea. Just trying to get someone to open up.” Tessa tells her, but she looks back at the costume behind her.

The cashier notices and turns to see what caught Tessa’s attention. “That’s a replica. A Scottish Highlander piece. That’ll be forty-five and seventy nine cents.” 

Tessa hands her card over and waits for the transaction to be completed. Highlander? She wonders. Scottish? Oh my…

Jesus H Roosevelt Christ.

Ethan Ramsey was dreaming about the Sassenach!

****

To say it was a busy day at Edenbrook was putting it mildly. Twelve hours later, Ethan slid his key into the lock of his front door. Once in, he closed the door behind him. Rolling his shoulders to help relieve the tension, he looked around his home. All the lights were off but the warm glow of candles illuminated everything and he meant everything. Tessa even had the fireplace going which was a little bit odd, there was no chill in the air.

“Tess?” He called out. Ethan got no answer. 

He called her before leaving and she had told him that she would be waiting for him. So he called out again. “Tess.”

That’s when her voice came from the bedroom. “I’ll be right out. Have a seat on the couch. I poured you a scotch, it’s on the table.”

Ethan wouldn’t complain, he grabbed his drink and lifted it to his lips as the flame of the fireplace danced in his eyes. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back letting the tension of the day roll of him as the warm liquid slide down his throat. He peaked through one open eye when he heard the sound of heels tapping against the floor.

Tessa came into view, her dark hair down in waves, smoky eyes and red lips, wearing a long black coat the only thing he could see were white stockings under the coat and those black red bottom fuck me heels he loved every time she wore them.

“Keep your eyes closed.” She purred. 

“What are you up to?” Ethan called out.

“Ah ah.. no talking.” She told him. “Now you can open your eyes.”

There she stood in front of him still in the long coat all buttoned up. “Why are you wearing that?” Ethan pointed his finger up and down at her coat.

“I said no talking.” Tessa snapped.

Ethan zips his lips to appease her. Watching as her fingers come to a stop on the first button. “It wasn’t Princess Leila you were dreaming about the other night.” She says as the first button comes undone. Only to reveal a small sliver of her tanned skinned.

“Nor was it a threesome.” Another button comes undone. 

“It wasn’t sex with a complete stranger.” There goes another one. “Or dressing up as Wonder Woman.” 

Another button undone and that’s when Ethan could see the white poking through. His breath coming in fast. His eyes lit up as another button came undone revealing a white dress with a deep v, that has the valley between her breasts showing while they threaten to spill out.

“It wasn’t The Original Sin with Eve.” 

One last button to go.

“I’m gonna make you pay for that Rookie.” He growled. 

Tessa tsked at him speaking. She reaches in the coat pocket and pulls out something white that has red on it. “You say it wasn’t a sexy nurse you wanted to be buried deep inside of.” She says as Ethan watches her put a nurses hat on. “But I couldn’t pass this up.” And with that there goes that last button. The coat falling open and revealing the tiniest and tightest nurses outfit he’d ever seen.

She pulls the coat off and lets it drop and pool on the floor at her feel. Ethan sees her press her thighs together, keeping her need at bay. She licks her red stained bottom lip. 

“Then it finally came to me. Right after I paid for this little outfit. I know it’s not the right time period, either one of them.” She tells him, strutting her way to him. Straddling his lap, Ethan could see she wasn’t wearing anything under her costume as it rode up her thighs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. 

“What came to you?” His voice hoarse with want. His other hand cupping the nape of her neck and bringing her face inches away from his. Tessa lets out a gasp, her hips moving against him as he begins to get hard underneath her. “Answer me.”

“I’m not the meek and obedient type.” She tells him. 

He pulls back and looks at her with confusion. “What?”

“I figured out what got you all hot in that dream of yours.” She smiles at him. “And there is one place I want to see in this whole entire world with you.”

Now really confused Ethan has no clue what his dream has to do with traveling. “Where’s that?”

“Take me to the stones. To Scotland.” Tessa’s lustful look has a hint of humor to it. 

He couldn’t believe it, Tessa had figured it out. Well, he could believe it if Ethan was being honest with himself but damn that Outlander, damn that Sassenach. And damn the last message he sent her. 

Her lips met his, Tessa kisses him softly only to deepen the kiss seconds later. Ethans hands roaming over her, cupping her ass and pusher even closer to him. Both of them soon fighting for air as they pull back, her mouth smeared with red. With the pad of his thumb Ethan tries to wipe it clean. Tessa begins to work the button and zipper on his pants, reaching in a stroking him. 

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ. Tonight is going to be amazing.” 

Jesus H Roosevelt Christ was right, Ethan thought and if he wanted his fantasy to become reality he would be taking Tessa to Scotland and have his highlander way with her.

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S2: E1 "In My Time of Dying"

Brought to you by hi, I'm not dead, just very sleepy a lot because of school. Finally answered all those anons, now an episode. Just for you guys.

This episode featuring: Dean's on strike 2 with the near death nonsense, Sam's psychic-ing needs work, don't fear the reaper, and Certified Dad Moments

Woooo recap

[ Kayla: CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON ]

WHSHSHSH THE RADIO GOING as they're like half dead in the car

Oop there goes the demon

Oh no the poor guy that was posessed

RIP Sam is the only one still conscious

Morning sleeping beauty

Hm. Maybe? Creepy empty hospital? Whats up here

[ Silas: color theory ]

Is Dean having one of them out of body experiences

HE SURE IS I CALLED IT

Cmon Sam aren't you psychic

[ Anniss snickers, having apparently forgotten what this guy gets up too. Yeah Sam's just sort of psychic and it's only relevant like half the time. ]

Dean's standing here like AAA IM RIGHT HERE GODDAMMIT

Sooo true Sam but like yeah it is important

Protection since they might be attacked at any time

Dean (out of body) judging their Dad

OH NO THE CAR

Whshshsgsgsv where's Dean is he going MY CARRR

Ohhh Sam are u projecting onto the car

Ohh Bobby knows someth too... what are they hidiiing

Dean is like I WANT TO BE ACTUALLY AWAKE THIS ISN'T FAIR

Oooough hes yelling at his dad... who can't hear him........

UH OH

Somethin zoomed by

Is Dean gonna have to outrun Death or someth... who dis

Hmmmmm thats not good

UH OHH

Oh they are fighting and now Dean can't intervene

OH Dean can knock stuff around!!

WJSHSH DEAN

Uh oh Dean

OH NO

Bitch slap it bitch slap it

Oh Sam is picking up on somthing now!

Okay so there is something haunting the hospital

Dean is going to literally be fighting for his life

Oh someone else is stuck like this!! Hi Tessa! Out of body funtime party! Trying not to die!

Oh whatcha grabbin Sam?

Whshshs now we are just vibing as out-of-body spirits

Oh the spooky! The evil spooky!

Hmmm

Whatcha got there Sam are u gonna put it on Dean to try and talk to him

WAIT DOES HE HAVE

HAHAHAHAHHAA

OUIJA BOARD THATS SO FUNNY

Dean is so offended and put off

"Hunt"

"Reaper"

Hough

:(

Uh oh John is Gone

Ur a terrible father sir

[ Crepe says this is his highest point in being a father, which is terribly ominous. ]

Just a little light Demon Summoning

U h O h

ohhhhh

John buddy what the hell. Literally! Lol. Since we're summoning shit

Hello Demon(s)

MAKE A DEAL?

I don't like this but I guess we have to start somewheeeere

"You can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that" wjshsj love functional families

"We were just starting to be brothers again" AUGH :((

WHSHSHS SHES JUST GIVING HIM THE STAGES OF GRIEF

Damn this is heavy

A Warrior's Death

Ohh. OH THATS HOW ANGRY SPIRITS ARE BORN..... Wough.........

The Colt for Dean.......

Hm? Sam and the other children? Whats the deallll

[ Crepe and Melon are hyping up the upcoming Father Moment. ]

Oh no! Oh boy! Im a fear!

I kind of like this Reaper tbh she's just. Nice. Talking people through their deaths.

[ Crepe says they all do that. ]

Yeah I guess the last one was leashed and pissed about it

OH NO

what the fuck

The doctor: Hm well thats fucking bizarre

Dean doesn't remember????

"Except this pit in my stomache saying something's wrong..."

Hm

Hmm

John: (apologizes and asks not to fight)

Sam: Are you good?? You okay???

(The answer is no)

GOD. Being about to die is one helluva wakeup call. BASTARD

Dean: ??? Fear?? Worried??? Dad what?????

Oh hes telling him someth

???

Dramatically drops the coffee

Howd u drop it upright

Time of death 10:41 AM

Well damn!

Great start to season 2: Dads fuckin dead!

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I guess that's one hell of a way to kick things off for the season, but damn. Like, after all that work they put into trying to find their dad, then trying to help him, save him... and he dies anyways. So Dean can live.

Crepe and Melon spent several more messages just roasting the hell out of John Winchester, which, while it's probably fair, rather took away from the emotion of the scene LMAO

So uh. Gonna be interesting to see how they go forward from here and what their goal will be.

So. Dad Winchester is dead, the Colt has been taken by That Specific Demon alongside its last bullet, and Dean and Sam are here and traumatized. Interesting.

#on the highway to superhell #spn #supernatural #what a fuckin ride #was kind of funny watching Dean wander around after Sam going 'hey. hey. look at me. use ur psychic powers.' #also need you guys to know Angel With A Shotgun came on while i was compiling all this stuff #thats a song u guys go nuts about right

[tutuandscoot]

I find it interesting that you praise Tessa and Scott so much for so many things, including their athleticism, but that you put quotes around “sport” when referring to ice dance today. While no team may live up to what Tessa and Scott brought to the sport, don’t you think that athletes today, even those at a lesser level or who don’t push the boundaries of art and possibility, still deserve some level of respect? Like Chock and Bates, I don’t watch them all that much but I can certainly respect improvement, dedication, and their own innovation without loving watching them like I did VM. Would you really look at what they are doing and not call C/B and others athletes? Curious to hear your thoughts.

LONG POST AHEAD:

It’s not that I don’t respect other teams.. I just don’t care that much about the sport.. I’ve watched a lot of it but predominantly only competitions from VM’s era- so im much more familiar with teams they competed against.I think I’m able to speak so specifically and with such nuance on VM because I adore them and I have studied them with such precision.. other teams I haven’t done that because i dont feel the connection that i do to VM. Anon I’m interested why you pulled out that specific word air quoted? Honestly I didn’t think about it, I put quotes around things all the time and it’s hardly the first time i or anyone has questioned Ice dance’s legitimacy of the sport.. remember when it nearly got kicked out of the olys. This is all to do with standards and I don’t feel the sport is at a high standard at the moment, not where it use to be and it’s disappointing when there are people who could be so talented are being held back by some shitty ISU rules, not allowing or rewarding strong technical skating and athletic excellence. (There are people who know far more than me who have said this same thing on here).

If I’m being perfectly honest there were things I saw when I first watched VM that I didn’t think we’re great:

Eg: I didn’t like the stat lift position in Mahler

I thought there were some sloppy moments in various Carmen performances (and while i love it for everything that it is it is and why they did it it’s not my fave program and they could’ve done it much better)

I don’t ‘LOVE’ their Latin SD from 2011/12

And various other nuanced moments because I’ve been trained (through high level ballet) to critique things.

As I’ve watched more and more I’ve been able to appreciate really nuanced things in their skating/dancing and overall partnership. I love them and appreciate them because they are the one team I feel that fully balances sport and dance, and on top of that they have this unbelievable chemistry that creates an odd illusion of seeing two people experiencing a relationship, but are so connected and have this physical advantage that kinda makes it so you are only seeing one of them. On the sport and dance matter, case and point: when I showed them to my mum who was with me all through my dancing and has seen a lot and nothing much impresses her, she’s not a dancer but she can tell what’s good and what’s not unbiasedly: watching some ice dance she said ‘the sport is ice dance right, i don’t feel like they are dancing’. Watching TS, ‘they are dancing. I feel them dancing, telling a story, I fully believe them, I don’t care they are on ice in skates, they are dancers’. She like me through dance is quite judgmental of skating, gymnastics etc, when there isn’t turnout of pointed feet or drab performances, she says so. TS she never felt that. She recalled seeing them years ago probably from YVR or Sochi and she thought they were beautiful but she thought everyone was like that.. then when I made her watch a comp she said ‘oh god TS aren’t even on the same level.. there’s no way you can judge other teams against them because they are doing something totally different that you can’t possibly compare in the same way to everyone else’

Above all- (if I were to try) comparing TS to every other team I’ve ever watched (and while I may not have watched every other team to the in depth level of TS, I have watched multiple.. top 10 vm era teams multiple times) TS dance where as every other team I feel simply skates. I don’t feel any other team has the inherent connection to music or movement that takes it from skating, to dancing, to art. No other teams (maybe TD exempted, but since VM) have pushed past the requirements of their sport in the way TS did. I don’t know how many on here have the unique vantage of viewing purely from the perspective of ‘dance’ rather than skating or even laymen who just enjoy the sport. Dance is a sport, it its athletic and requires you to be strong, flexible, determined, creative and hard working. All teams competing at this level are no doubt skilled and talented and work hard, and many have been waiting for the opportunity to win/medal a worlds title, but the fact that one of them this year will imo is not because they are the standard deserving of it, its just in their field there is no one better. For people who were there through VM’s career or even those who came along after and dived into their skating and the environment around them, i think.. i feel it must me hard to accept the sport has changed and maybe not for the better in that the skill level and overall boundary pushing has clearly dropped. I feel that way both athletically and artistically. For those who are able to happily watch current ice dancing and enjoy it for what it is, that’s great, i don’t necessarily wish i could because i never really cared about the sport to begin with (but i’ve enjoyed learning about it and it’s history) Being able to accept the current standard as world title worthy is not something I’m personally able to do. If 10 is the level of VM’s performance and chemistry than no team would achieve anything close to 10, but 10 is not defined by a other team, its defined by whatever the ISU has made up (or paid to say is) worthy of 10. I understand the sport doesn’t and can’t work like this, but it makes it hard for me to watch it knowing there has been so much better.. and forget ‘better’, that i just feel more connected to as a viewer. Its not to say there won’t be a team that comes along, but right now there isn’t and theres a lot of factors contributing to that beyond any specific team.

I know someone will probably say ‘how are you able to say you don’t think a team is deserving when you haven’t watched them closely’, which.. fair. im probably not. I don’t actively seek out current skating to watch.. I watched CanNats.. wasn’t impressed.. but I see results just coz the IG algorithm gives them to me, clips of performances etc.. also and I’m not ashamed to admit this, I am biased to VM, and I’m fine with that because in what way will me quietly loving them affect anything in this world?? I have watched plenty of these teams (that competed with VM) many times from previous years, the Beijing olys, and when I occasionally read something current on here it seems clear there’s are others who feel the standard has dropped too.. but that’s not everyone’s opinion.

I don’t know how many teams have or are actively striving to extend their legacy beyond the boards of skating rink through what they perform in a skating rink- hell i don’t even think VM necessarily strived for that, i don’t think they had some big grand plan and they will tell you they didn’t but simply through their own desire to push themselves, they achieved this. I don’t think anyone should or need to achieve this but the fact is VM did, they were the special two that did. I often go back to my love for the Beatles and how J+P’s story is similar to VM- a random meeting of two people who happened to have what it took through passion, hard work, a favourable set of circumstances that lead to achieving a level of greatness that no one else in their industry will… for a very long time at least. They changed their field of art for the better, but it didn’t necessarily stay that way.. the music industry has gone to shit (through tech/manufactured ‘artists’) the skating world has dropped (ISU not doing their fucking jobs, certain coaches/countries doping etc.. different things affecting different disciplines) VM rose in a period of relative stability and that was favourable to them. This chance meeting and stars aligning was the same with vm. They had the right personalities, dedication, etc and favourable timing and they inadvertently changed the sport in ways they didn’t even set out to. It just happened and it happened to them. Its kind of matter of natural selection..

I don’t know if I’m conscious to it or but I think I use the world ‘sport’ when I’m referring to the sport of ID and the rare times other teams as SPORT and when referring to TS I say art or dance is because they have completely bridged that divide and have become artists that can’t be simply defined as skaters because they were just that extraordinary. I don’t watch them and think about edges or judging or elements because they are so much more than that, all those things are irrelevant when you watch them because it’s so much… more than that (idk how else to put it).

That thing I said about being very scrutinising of TS when I first watched them, well only because a) I fell in love with them as people let alone dancers and b) I have watched them so much and realised this essence they have and appreciation for what they do, I have remained scrutinising about the rest of the sport because no other team, and for that matter very few skaters in general (sui/han, Yuna, yuzu, Misha Ge, Jason brown, Carolina, Patrick to an extent) have ever made me forget about scrutinising and just watch and enjoy what they do.

I was gonna put out a request for this before I did this but since it’s kinda on the topic of this ask I’ll do it now.

My opinions on (again, roughly top 10 of VM’s era) ID teams (prefacing this by warning this will be critical and as said above I am critical of this sport and I am biased to VM, however as you yourself admit TS set such a high standard). I have more personal opinions on some of these teams/skaters that I don’t feel appropriate to share to their full extent because I can admit to myself they are unwarranted to have in the first place since I don’t know them as people and can only judge the character that I see.

Also.. this is weird and it won’t make sense to anyone, but for me having grown up in competitive dance, I watch a lot of ID teams and associate them with ‘styles’ of various dance studios I used to compete against. Not dance styles (eg ballet or hip hop) but studio styles. Eg, ‘Shibs are very JGSOD and CB are very iDance’.. those studios names won’t make any sense to any of you but I just thought I’d mention that’s a weird way I watch ID teams, and highlights the fact that TS I don’t relate to any one style or school or company in the dance world I have ever seen before because their style is simply THEM.

D/W: Cleary consistent. Work well together having skated for so long. I do not like their style, I don’t feel they have any connection, it just feels like two people skating, they skate well, but no emotional connection that comes from an honest place, only performative. (I haven’t watched a lot of programs of theirs) but through their movement I sense a lack of creativity, it’s very clean, cookie cutter, but they don’t take artistic risks. I’ve seen many other posts highlighting their addiction to war horsy programs that are relatively safe themes and don’t challenge the judges or audience.

P/C: simply jumped on the popularity of the moody, melodramatic contemporary style taking over the competitive dance world, found that it worked and stuck with it, rose to prominace in an unchallenged field- no team still competing from the VM/DW era was able to step up to fill the void. (+French Fed/didier). PC’s style and a lax of ISU technical scrutiny somewhat leading to the simplification and lack of innovation in ice dance. I watched the Beijing olys and while there were teams not doing this style, both athletic ability and dominance/favourably from judges of the themeless contemporary style prevented anyone from breaking through as a team with a vision and will have to try and make their mark in the current quad. And you know what.. I partly put some of the blame for this on IAM.. all their teams post VM kinda blended into one for me without any of them standing out with their own personalities.. (again- not basing this purely on programs because I haven’t watched all of them, but just a general observation because I’ve have seen this happen in the dance world I’ve come from). It is inevitable when you have 20 some odd ‘top’ teams all trained by the same people, it takes individuality and desire to differ yourself (VM) to stand out in this environment and actually succeeding in doing so often comes down to rare, raw talent (again this is subjective so just because i don’t view a team as being capable of this doesn’t mean other’s don’t). I don’t know PC personally obviously but certain instances have made question and therefore dislike their character as competitors: ‘we were hoping, praying for TS to mess up and when they didnt we were like ‘shit’, ‘we only lost PYC coz of the costume (which was her fault) and deserved to win if not for that’, ‘knowing they would win Beijing because they were unchallenged and that gold was the one they deserved from 4 years ago’ ‘not challenging themselves or the sport, yes creating their own distinct style but eventually they will be forgotten when the style becomes obsolete’. They are good, but not anywhere near VM and the fact they think they are (just from what I gather from their character, esp her) makes me dislike them. VM never thought they were holier than thou, when told they are the goats they reference T/D. yes they spoke out when they felt they weren’t scored fairly but other times when they clearly were (cough Sochi) they didn’t and maintained they were beaten fair and square. It’s not just about athletic talent, it’s also about character bc good, kind character comes through in performances as honest and genuine.

Shibs: technically clean, did the essentially the exact same program for 3 seasons (coldplay, after the rain (16/17) and coldplay again) in the same costume just different colours. Did not have one lift that was attractive or that stands out as innovative or something you’ll remember. Some people are fine with the sibling team thing and others aren’t. Generally I’m not really a fan of it (i agree with T i think its kind of odd) but if a team can convince me otherwise I’m fine with it. Cathy and Chris reed I thought were fine, Z/Z from Israel I thought were fine, the Kerrs creep me out.. Alex and Maia were clearly the best of the sibling teams of this era but to me they just looked like 10-13 year old siblings at a recital and never broke out of that visual for me.

WeaPo: I’ve never liked them as skaters, as people they seem lovely. They are team that clearly improved A LOT- 20 something at worlds when VM were 6th, 17th (I think) the following year when VM were second (yes they had only just paired up and TS had been together 11 years). Even improvement between like 2012ish and 2017ish you can tell. They obviously became a top team deserving of placements but were still farrrr behind TS the whole time and were fortunate in VM stepping away for 2 years allowing them to win titles they wouldn’t have otherwise. I find them quite awkward, obviously Andrew is very tall so he needs a tall partner, but K seems not quite tall enough. None of their programs stand out to me. The best for me are probs their 2014 olys FD and their 2018 olys latin was ok- bit different to rest of the field. I’ve never connected to them emotionally, I find their performances quite forced and un balanced, K going for it too hard and Andrew not knowing where the hell she is emotionally and kinda just has one look on his face dependent on the tempo (brooding for anything slow/dramatic)

Bock:……. Meehhhh.. i just don’t feel anything for them, they have very plastic expressions. It feels like when you are teaching little kids dances to perform and you say ‘smile here’ ‘ok be sad here’. It’s like their emotions have been choreographed for them. I keep forgetting they are actually a couple because you wouldn’t guess it watching them skate. On a skating level I’m not knowledgeable enough to say how specifically they improved. Energy and performance wise i see very little difference between 2014, 2018, 2022. Sometimes i think they are capable of more than i think ‘no they really aren’t’. No doubt they are one of the top teams now, but that is because the standard (party as a result of ISU rules) has gone down the drain. In almost any other field they would not be considered world champ material, and in this field i don’t consider that either, but i don’t consider anyone particularly deserving of a ‘World Champions’ title. (I really hope they win just so gilorier don’t because that I can’t will struggle to live with). Sometimes its who you don’t have to beat. PC were able to (somehow) rise because VM + DW were gone, W/P got some titles they other wise wouldn’t have gotten, its like if you took the top 50 tennis players out of a grand slam, it would be way easier for a lower ranked/skilled player to win. They are just kinda forgettable to me (same with G/F, LoLo/Nik).

Gilorier: ughhh.. they remind me of Ken and Barbie when the skate/perform.. 10x more plastic than C/B.. i don’t think I’ve ever seen paul move his spine/neck/have a genuine/natural expression. As someone who actually has 3 metal rods in their back i think i can bend and express more than he does. They try so hard to be so creative and different with their programs (this seems like a carol thing since @ otherteams) it becomes hard to watch. I actually kind of liked their James Bond dance, but the plastic expressions kind of suited that. Their themes cover up for their.. average (until recently maybe- I’m judging them in the VM era) skating skills (idk, someone who knows more tell me if their skating skills are good). I see them as the ‘gimmick’ team. You don’t have to be sooo outrageous, its distracting. I adore TS always with the view that they want their costumes to be minimal and not distract.. we’ll its easy not to notice the actual skating when you’ve been blinded by tangerine jumpsuits.. it was like looking at an eclipse. Also them being the top Canadian team right now is even harder. .esp watching the Beijing olys and VM saying they were the best medal hope out of literally every discipline.. like im sorry my bbys your legacy and the 2018 team’s legacy could not be passed on. (thats a whole other subject)

H/D: I’m nervous about this one bc a lot seemed to love them… but i honestly don’t get it. They were great skaters by the end, no doubt the strongest and should not have been so far behind PC in any way shape or form.. but thats where my praise kinda ends.. im gonna be honest here because i don’t know how to say it nicer.. Zach seems like a complete douch.. i already said it on that post everyone is angry at me for.. it was sooooooooooooo freaking obvious he was obsessed with Scott and tried to be like Scott. Its great Scott had such a positive impact on other male skaters and so many looked up to him.. but Zach was just trying soooooo hard to be like him. When i reference TS being so soft and caring of each other in public- on ice during warm ups, and in the past I’ve referenced other teams ‘trying’ to be like this.. Zach is who im referring to. it was not soft, it was creepy.. It just looked so fake, from both of them (hd) for that matter, Trying so hard to convince the audience of a connection. i don’t know where people saw the chemistry in them because i never did. They always skated really angry (like with an angry, frantic energy) very ‘commercial’ style- music video style with the low angle steady cam all in your face. I think they think they thought they were connecting and performing to each other but to me it often looked like they were conflicted whether to perform to the audience or each other and neither quite worked. TS have this thing where they find each others eyes like magnets, HD seemed to have to try so hard to find each other’s eyes. So often they lost that connection and focus. Every team has less then perfect performances but they were an inherently flop team for so long. They definitely deserved their medal in 2022, probably one higher than bronze for that matter, but i didn’t like their programs. Obviously i don’t know them, they are probably great people, but i just am not attracted to them. The little bit of that oly channel series on IAM that i watched, one part was just them yelling at each other in front of Scott and im sitting their watching like ummmmmmm… (whatever works for them but christ can u even imagine TS talking to each other like that???) And then yeah the ‘STAT. LIFT BASE!’ I mean the commentary in the K+C.. ‘just give us +5’ i HATE that kind of cocky confidence (same as PC) Scott could at least admit he was cocky and improved and changed his demeanour so much as he matured into a truly beautiful artist and person.. but i never saw him acting like he and Tess were the best thing since sliced bread- egging on a high score for a sub-par performance, let alone an amazing one in the k+c. Character has a lot to do with it.

Others: B/S- fine nothing amazing i liked their later FDs but never loved them. C/L: cute.. gonna sound hypocritical here but they really suited the traditional, operatic, period, Italian folk vibe really well and whenever they departed from that they lost it for me. The lifts were always very hijinxy- often unnecessarily so, theres innovation then theres tricks for the sake of tricks- thats a delicate balance. Im glad they won a worlds and euros but with VM back in the field sort of 4th/5th/6th is fairly where their skill kept them. StepBuk: (why not let’s throw them in) they probably had the most genuine connection of any other team around this time. I understand they had been together since kids so that helps, but as I said the other day.. it’s the quality of TS relationship that makes them so much more believable as being in love.. fuck it just caring about each other and seeing that through their dancing. DW I didn’t get that feeling/PC i definitely didn’t.. so it’s not just being together so long and using that to an advantage.. you have to work for it (not to say others haven’t but we’ve been over this TS prioritised it every fucking day). All the other top teams in VM’s early senior career were good for the time but as VM (and DW) overtook them the skill, performance and overall talent gap became obvious; B/A, D/S, F/S, P/B etc..

I don’t understand where the argument comes in that you have to love and appreciate all teams… why do I have to randomly praise teams I don’t like? I’m not actively trashing them (like some people do on here and have done to VM) I just don’t think they are that good and I said so like.. once or twice out of how many posts on here..

I don’t love skating- I learned about it through VM. I was critical of it before discovering them, I’m critical of it now. When VM do something I don’t love I will say so. It’s hard to love and appreciate a sport when there’s only really one team/person you are invested in. I have lots of opinions about other teams and the sport in general, some might be valid, some not, none of my opinions are gonna change the sport for good or bad.. my opinion on vm or any team takes nothing away from what said team has and will achieve whether I agree with the result or not. That’s literally the extent of my thoughts on the subject..

I know anon you aren’t saying this but others have, who is anyone to criticise someone else for loving something? Why do people have to criticise why I love VM, or what part of them I admire. I know I said I don’t get why people like HD but I wouldn’t go so far to call someone out on it personally. Each to their own. There is room for everyone, but not everyone is equal in a field where some are just better.

#ask #you’re welcome this took all of my day off

[messrmoonyy]

Baby!!! I finally read Pretty little thing the other day and today I finally read your latest drabble so I am here to give you LOVE and praise. I say this all the time but your writing is so moving. Like it’s never just smut or fluff, there’s deep shit that makes you feel something. I loved the build up in Pretty little thing, sooo good wtf. And then the smut was fantastic too. I was kinda nervous knowing it was dark Tess bc I am vanilla af but you executed it very well and gently. <3 Made me very H word thank you. And that drabble!!! The anons were right, Tessa is such a soft nickname for Tess. The way you wrote the reader being so in love with Tess reminded me of how much I feel for you so. It made me a lil emotional lol. That drabble is one of my new favorites for sure. I love you and I am so proud of you. You’ve done it again baby!!!

I don’t have anything to say other than I love you, thank you for being my biggest fan. And for noticing all the hard work I put into my writing, seeing the little things I do. Ily :’)

#ask #eveyone may I introduce you to the loml #🤍 #reader feedback.

[saucylittlesmile]

I agree with you — I felt like Tessa handled the Morgan questions well and she spoke more about him than she ever has. But she was also kind of cornered, so I can’t say whether it was willing per se.

I thought it was interesting that she talked about how she had coaching about her people pleasing tendencies early on in her skating career. Often it felt like the company line from VM was that Tessa “had” to help moderate Scott’s emotions, but I found it interesting that coaches were trying to break that cycle of her internalizing stuff from others early on, and that it’s something she still works on.

Also, she’s become a lot more open about not taking money from her family from the age of 15. I would have loved to know more about that — how did she pay for skating then? They didn’t make any real money until they medaled at worlds! It’s fascinating to me.

(Sorry, this is late)

I mean, if she wanted to talk less about him, she has lots of practice in deflecting or keeping her answers short, so though I’d say that Jann was a very persistent interviewer and cornered her, Tessa had escape routes and chose to speak anyway.

I also found the ‘assertiveness training’ discussion interesting. Have we heard about that before? But meanwhile, if I’m remembering this interview right, it was someone in Skate Canada who wanted her to take the course? So not their coaches, I don’t believe. (Please correct me if I’m wrong because I am definitely not going back to listen right now lol.) But as long as it helped her learn her own boundaries and create a better communication then it’s good someone encouraged it.

I’m going to paste another anon here:

Anonymous asked:

How much money was VM earning early in their career? Tessa mentioned in her interview that she stopped taking money from her parents at age 15. Was she already earning enough by that time to pay for all her skating expenses? Apartment, coaches, off-ice, food, transportation, all those dresses, etc? Or maybe she already had control of an inheritance at that age?

I obviously have no actual knowledge of any part of their finances.

I did wonder if she meant, for general expenses, when she said she wasn’t taking money from her parents at 15; she was living away from home from the age of thirteen (with a billet family) and in another country at 15 in a more independent way, so it would make sense to me if these life changes coincided with financial independence. That said, Tessa comes from a comfortable family, and it is conceivable that she had some money from her family, which she then used to manage her choices.

But like you both*, I can’t imagine that she was paying entirely for her own skating at 15, unless she really did have an excellent familial investment; while there are stories of some skaters who take on coaching and other jobs, we have never had that impression from either Tessa or Scott, and even as successful junior skaters, they wouldn’t have been earning enough from skating itself to pay for their expenses.

As I was writing the above, I realized that we’ve had this conversation before in this fandom; it took a lot if poking around (because pandemic time messed bigtime with my brain) but I finally found the interview I was looking for. It doesn’t actually clarify anything lol, but it again sounds like she was dealing with her own skating expenses, which is why we all talked about it at the time. Here is the interview if you want to re-watch it, from a year ago.

#ask #I thought that interview was much older #but then last year is pretty much a bad blur so

[viscountessevie]

The main focus of a season should be the lead couple and for secondary characters the bridgertons and the family of the love interest. I think the key should be to make the audience care about the siblings separately (as secondary characters) so we can be invested for the season each are the focus, instead of focusing on other families (you know who), LW and dead-end romances used for plot devices (Sienna) or to prove a character is not gay (Theo). Lady D can have focus, as a treat

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You're so right anon!! Thanks for the ask and waiting paitently for me to get to yours 😁

So the very first bit you're totally right the main focus should be the Bridgertons, it is called Bridgerton after all! And yess secondary characters and plot should be fleshing out the latest future Bridgerton and their family but in the case of the Featherflops, cameos the last two seasons would have been nice then shove them down Pelicans' throats in their season.

The LW reveal was so fucking unnesscary in S1 it just got dragged out and boring knowing it's her. It would have been more interesting to keep the reveal for their season like the book and minimise her crimes cos now she's just completely irredeemable.

Okay so the 'dead-end' romances is where I gotta disagree with you, anon. I actually adored Siena and Anthony. Then again I did start out as a show viewer then I met the formidable Kate via the books. After becoming a Kathony, I realised I wouldn't change Ant's S1 arc it really fleshed him out and prepped him for his story with Kate in S2. Yes, I bitch about how they fundamentally changed TVWLM in S2, but the one good thing the writers surprisingly pull off was Anthony's arc. The parallels and stark differences between his relationship with Siena and Kate respectively were *chef's kiss* and that was more than enough so I don't understand why we needed to add Eddie into the mix. Anyways I disgress. That's my take on how Siena served Anthony's arc and it worked especially in the manner of fleshing out the other Bridgerton sibs. I'm not saying all of them need to have a romance before their endgame but sometimes it helps.

You're so right to say Theo (and by extension Tessa - Ben's model classmate) were used to make El and Ben straightified this season but God forbid we let a single Bridgerton be queer. 😤

However, I did like Theo's purpose - should have been Theodora - to open up El to a world she's not experienced before and finally put some action to all her preaching while introducing the notion that she could fall in love. Because we love our little funky aroace lesbian but we also need to see her open to being in love before she settles ends up with Phillip. Otherwise, just like in the books it's going to be jarring for her to be super againdt love and marriage and then ends up with plant boy making it seem like she was only doing it cos she felt left behind in life by her peers.

Lady D deserves a focus as a treat!! But I no longer want her involved in EVERY Bridgerton romance. I love her but S2 made me annoyed with her because they basically had her replace Mary like wtf. They should just stick her to the romances she was involved in the books (Pelican and Hyreth) but I did like the change that LD was involved with Saphne cos she was Simon's godmom. But in the meantime aside from S3 and a poential S7, she and QC can vibe in the background maybe get a cameo from a certain grandson (god I would kill for childhood besties Hyreth).

Honestly we should just overthrow the writers' room and write the show. I swear whatever we seem to have come up with is miles ahead better than the mess the last 2 seasons have been. (S1 was pretty good as an adaptation; just hated the rushed resolution)

If you made it this far, thank you for reading!

#bridgerton #Bridgerton series #Bridgerton S1 #Bridgerton S2 #Kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #siena rosso #eloise bridgerton #Theloise #Not tagging the other ship cos I do not need their stans in my inbox today #Lady Danbury #Saphne #Theo Sharpe #Sanji Answers

[holdinbacksecrets]

salutations!! it’s 🐥 anon🥺❤️

yes i did get a new kitty but not the one i was supposed to get.. sadly he got adopted. which is good for him because he found a loving home either way!! i adopted an older kitty from my local animal shelter, she’s 10 years old and super sweet!! i love her very much and she’s very close to me, so she sleeps with me every night. loves cuddles, pets and treats and she’s so spoiled!! she’s still getting used to my dog, who actually likes her but sadly my cat thinks she’s too scary:( the shelter named her violet.. and i’m going to change it but it’s been a few days and i haven’t decided on a name yet. any ideas??

also you’re so right. having more than one bias is lovely, i guess it’s just so overwhelming when it’s a bigger group😭 ❤️that just means there’s more to love tho, and who am i to limit myself to one love?

in my DK dream, we were in bed(not like that) and we were laying down but i was on top of him.. and we were just holding each other in silence🥺🥺he was talking sweetly i think and was rubbing my back. he had on a satin shirt and i can’t remember if it was a patterned red or white and he had black dress pants. he was dressed so handsome, like a lil business man🥺it was such a lovely dream!!!

hello hello 🖤

ahh i see! i’m glad things ended up working out, and you were able to get a cat that sounds like a great match for you! i hope with time she’s able to warm up to your dog, though. it would be so cute if they created a sweet friendship 🥺 pets that get along are up there with some of the most wholesome things to ever be witnessed >.<

i have spent years compiling my favorite pet names. lmk what you end up choosing 🫶 i’ll be honored if it’s a name from my list lol

leona, meryl, tessa, nadia, tati, rain(a), faye, pepper, eleanor - lenny, rosemary, luna, olive, ginger, nina, honey, birgit, penelope, cornelia, fallon, josephine, elsa / elsie, orie, zoe, mollie, river, matilda, esther, salem, sylvia, cornelia, cora

i totally get how you’re feeling. it’s definitely overwhelming with seventeen, but i’ll echo your words about not limiting yourself. it’s funny how serious i get about biases and wanting to have them figured out and stay the same. the reality isn’t always like that though, and rolling with the changes is another facet of the fan experience :]

this is so fucking cute 😭 i love the idea of laying on top of your partner and relaxing together. ahhhhhhh manifesting lol. back rubs :( *head in hands* ahh and his outfit 😭 bud looked handsome 😩😖😮‍💨 seokmin!! agghhhhhh! i’m jealous 😂 it’s been months since i’ve dreamt about anyone who i didn’t go to high school with or something completely random. my last dream with a kpop boy featured jihoon and it totally threw me off. i nearly started biasing him bc of the dream alone lol

are you a vivid dreamer?

#s talks #lovely nonnie #🐥 anon #always love to see something from you in my 📮

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Smutember 2022 Give It All

Zoe and Tessa have some fun

written for @smutember requested by anon 

This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. All characters depicted are over 18.

It was an average night for Zoe and Tessa. The former magical girls were snuggling on their bed, watching junk tv. Tessa was sitting right in Zoe’s lap. Now Tessa had a very nice butt. It was firm where it should be and it was soft where it should be. It was a casual night, so all the girlfriends were just hanging in there underwear.

Now that didn’t leave much between Tessa’s ass and Zoe’s dick. It was obvious to both girls that Zoe was starting to chub.

Tessa turned to her with a grin. “Feeling a little bit freaky tonight huh?”

“Says the girl grinding her butt on my junk.” She kissed Tessa. The two were suddenly making out.

Tessa broke the kiss. “I need your dick inside me, now.”

They wiped off their bras and pulled their panties. Zoe was already hard, but Tessa’s pussy needed some warming up. Zoe put two fingers up her snatch and massaged her walls. With each thrust of her fingers, Tessa got more wet.

Once Tessa was ready, Tessa got on all fours, presenting her tan ass to Zoe. Zoe pulled back her foreskin and inserted herself into Tessa. They both moaned.

Zoe thrusted deep into her girlfriend. Her hips bumped into her ass cheeks with each thrust. Zoe knew that she wasn’t huge, only 4 and a half inches. So what she lacked in size, she tried to make up for in enthusiasm.  

Tessa moaned as Zoe’s cock rubbed all around her walls. Zoe made sure to get every nook of cranny of Tessa’s wet sex.

It felt so good. Tessa’s pussy enveloped her cock. Founder it felt so good. As she thrusted, Zoe saw Tessa’s anus starting back at her. Damn it was so fucking hot. Damn she couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled her dick out and aimed it at her girlfriend’s backside.

She came, shooting her semen all over Tessa’s butt. Tessa moaned at the warm seed painting her. Zoe’s cum dripped down Tessa’s crack, pooling around her butthole.

Tessa let out a deep breath. “I love you Zoe.”

#smutember #smutember 2022 #day 12 #lemon

[booasaur]

Desenfrenadas - 1x10

#marvera #desenfrenadasedit #desenfrenadas #desenfrenadas vera #desenfrenadas marcela #tessa ia #coty camacho #desenfrenadas spoilers #desenfrenadas 1x10 #femslash related stuff #this sceeene #that song is etched into my brain now #them doing this for two really interesting likable complex characters #who happen to both be women #god #you were right anon tessa was so good