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velvet-games · 24 days

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I finally finished the piece for @prince-liest's OC, Tzafael! this really reminded me of how fun character design is (and also that I've completely forgotten how to make digital art, but that's besides the point...) <3

credit to @hogbogglerspirits for the umbrella design! I kind of butchered it so please look at the original and throw lots of love at them

LOTS of notes, draft sketches, brainstorming, etc. below the cut. enjoy!

(note: a lot of what I'm talking about is based on posts prince made under their #tzafael tag, so take a look at those if you haven't yet!)

thanks for joining me below the cut! here's the sketch without the colors as a treat (in case you want to color it yourself or something, idk).

notes about making the digital drawing:

holy shit this took me forever -- I was not kidding about forgetting how to make digital art lmao. I forgot how much less forgiving digital lines are and genuinely lost the spoons to even attempt lineart, hence just a sketch below the colors.

some of you might've seen the original sketch I sent to prince, which the digital version diverges from just a little. it's mostly the halo which I'll explain later, and I finally caved and drew the sixth eye (you can tell I drew and erased it multiple times in the sketch lmao -- still don't know if I prefer it with or without)

here's the original color ref by the lovely @gendermeh! my color scheme ended up looking really different, so some notes about that:

I was looking at references for magpies like this

and I wanted to basically follow that color scheme while also being somewhat similar to the original -- dark head/shoulders --> dark top of the jacket, bright blue wings --> bright blue bottom of the jacket, greenish tailfeathers --> green pants, hints of purple --> purplish sleeve and pant ends

I also tried (and mostly failed, let's be real) to capture the iridescence of the feathers -- they look like oil spilled on the pavement or iridescent hematite to me! I think the key ended up being adding bright greens/purples and roughly blending them into the blues or vice versa but I didn't really figure that out until I got to the pants lol.

I'm gonna be honest; I don't remember why I went with this shape for the tailcoat. I just remember being unhappy with the sketch and then trying a bunch of different shapes that mostly looked worse lol -- I think I landed on this because a split tail kind of looks like wings?

KEPT the shoes -- absolutely magnifique. I wish I knew how to color gold better.

added lots of jewelry! they like shiny things :)

ALSO PLEASE LOOK AND APPLAUD ME. I FINALLY REMEMBERED TO LABEL MY LAYERS!! NO I DON'T REMEMBER WHY THE HALO HAS ITS OWN LAYER.

alright, time for some more design notes/explanations + draft sketches!

but first, a couple disclaimers:

I want to make it very clear that I LOVE everything about the original design. I made a lot of changes based on personal preference/the way I interpreted the character. I was actually planning on making a digital piece that was more faithful to the original design too, but I was just out of spoons for it cause of life stuff.

you probably shouldn't try to read the notes I made in the sketches I'm about to show you unless I say otherwise. most of it is incoherent brain vomit in illegible artist handwriting and I'll transcribe/explain the stuff I think is important :) (the stuff in quotes are direct transcriptions of my notes)

I know my sketches are very messy lol. I only draw for fun, so I usually don't force myself to make stuff any neater than necessary unless it's supposed to be a formal piece. try to bear with me.

my first few sketches of them! (I think?) this was before I sent prince a laundry list of questions so I was still trying to get a vibe

"magpie -- beak lips?" -- you'll see this in a few sketches; I considered giving them the lipstick design that velvette has since it looks like a beak. I still kind of think it's cute, but 1) I'm pretty sure velvette is the only character that has them, so I didn't want to make it seem like they were related somehow and 2) I thought it might be distracting with how much other crazy stuff I ended up including in their head/face

also, sidenote since it's relevant to what I said about vel: something I realized was important is how one character's design relates to the designs of the rest of the cast. I wasn't sure how much I should've gone for what looked good in a vacuum, how much should be based on what other characters looked like canonically, or what other characters would look like if I also designed them. it ended up being mostly the second option, but it was honestly still a struggle. should I take away some of the tumblr-sexyman-ness (no shade to tumblr sexymen; I love them) because there are other characters that already have it? should I relate their design to sera's and emily's in the show or should I think about how I would've designed sera and emily? should I follow some of the design philosophy of the original show and just throw stuff on there because it looks cool (the answer is yes btw)? decisions, decisions ...

I don't think this showed up really well in most of the drawings, but they actually have a black line down their nose! let's take a look at sera:

since they're siblings, I wanted to include some similar facial markings. the nose line ended up being the only thing I kept though -- I was going to include freckles, but I have a compulsive need to give every character giant bottom lashes so there ended up being no room T.T I like that the magpie's hints of purple kind of match hers tho!

the wingification of the hair begins! I was still unsure of it at this point, but it was an idea I had since I was kind of struggling with how straight the feathers were in the original.

"maybe the ones on their head count as wings (so only one main pair)" -- I originally just had the 2 pairs of wings on their head, so I was thinking of just giving them 1 pair on their back so there would be still be 6 total. also this middle drawing of them is meant to be their exorcist outfit (I wanted it to be a cross between what the other exorcists wear and sera's outfit)

at this stage, I was thinking of giving them more magpie-like characteristics, so I looked at some references and tried to emulate them in a more human design. this ended up being really awkward so I scrapped it, but I still like the idea that their exorcist mask looks like a bird (kind of like a plague doctor's)

peekaboo! I love the idea of them using the wing hair to cover their eyes lol. (ended up using that idea for my own seraph OC since that's their biblically accurate purpose: to cover their eyes/faces in reverence/humility -- doesn't really fit with tzafael tho lol, so they show their face most of the time)

an eyeball in the bowtie -- pretty self-explanatory. the eyeball motif is important.

the one in the middle is just me practicing drawing the original design, and the one on the right is another exorcist outfit I think. I wanted to include the diamond motif/points that sera has on her dress (the diamonds on the bottom turn into eyeballs, which is why the final design also has eyeballs on tzafael's sleeves/pants)

lots of notes on the side based on what prince said in response to my ask

"localized omniscience (power of sight) -- cool + ironic that their sight was supposed to serve God but made them see Heaven for what it really is instead"

another exorcist outfit, this time including the feathers

I was also experimenting with the halo; I was trying to make it look sort of like sera's crown, but that didn't feel right ...

some practice with eyes -- my style is pretty flexible with eye shapes, so I try to make them suit the character. I drew lute's eye and also an actual magpie's as references -- lute's because of the exorcist background and also because they looked appropriately sharp, magpie's for obvious reasons. once again, my compulsive need for giant bottom lashes strikes

there was honestly a lot to balance with the eyes -- I wanted them to look condescending/bored (lowered top lid) but also amused (raised bottom lid) and like a magpie (round) but also harsh/mischievous (sharp, maybe slit pupils like a snake) and similar to sera's (but not too decorated -- also does it make sense for them to look like sera's if emily's don't even look like sera's?)

considered having wings on the shoulders -- the magpie pattern is super cool, so it would've been nice to have that somewhere more explicitly in the design. I still think that might fit in an outfit they would wear in heaven (maybe for formal occasions)

the introduction of the sweatervest! honestly I kind of love this for the way it captures more of the preppy, spoiled old-money upper-class vibe some heaven residents have, but it was scrapped since I couldn't imagine them wearing that while trying to scare the denizens of hell. maybe something they wear casually though.

"yes nictating membrane (on every eye!)" -- AHH I'm so sad I didn't end up putting this to use. I just feel like the whole effect is based on actually seeing them blink, and I don't animate lol.

ugh, the nefarious laughter one ... don't worry I tried harder on a sketch later on lol.

"like the diamonds on Sera + Em" + "diamonds turn into eyes?" -- I draw the diamonds on the sweatervest turning into eyes later.

tried an actual bow instead of a bowtie -- very cute but didn't fit the vibe.

a skirt! I think they would wear a skirt sometimes.

"FUCK ASS BOB" -- asghdk the wingification of the hair continues. unfortunately, I'm realizing at this point that the silhouette of the hair is starting to look a lot like alastor's. I gave a very half-hearted attempt at mitigating this, but it goes back to the thing of how much I am obligated to the original show's designs and what looks cool to me -- I think the wing hair fits them and I didn't want to change it because of alastor, plus my alastor design actually has completely different hair anyway. I did add a third pair to the back to look like a ponytail though.

introduction of the scarf! I was actually going to include this in the final design but uh,,, I forgor. are you starting to see a pattern.

the reason for the scarf is that the "tzafael going to places they know they'll draw attention/can incite chaos" reminded me of that scene in avengers where loki walks into a fancy building looking pretentious af and just casually stabs a guy's eye out. not really the same thing but I felt like the vibe matched. hence, loki's funny little scarf fit.

uaoughdfjh it was SO FUN to draw the wing hair, and it was at this point that I realized they had to stay even though I wasn't sure if it was too different from the original.

gossiping with rosie cause that's the first person I thought of -- tzafael also summoned a pearl necklace to clutch because of the sheer drama of it all (your ex-husband did what??)

also started drawing the rings on their hands. magpie like shiny.

lots of notes cause I was trying to compile the things I still needed to think about/incorporate into the final (I thought this was gonna be the last draft ... haha)

trying to include more bird/eye motifs

"fish ... purse?" -- ha! I forgot I was gonna give them a fish purse. I think I drew that in a later sketch, but not them wearing it.

"picked up Hellish traits bc of extended stay -- existential crisis?" -- I asked prince about the sharp teeth, and their answer implied that they became sharp as they stayed in hell longer, which got me thinking ... I feel like that's actually a great body horror concept. lucifer falling and looking like a normal angel at first, eventually waking up to more and more devilish features and feeling more and more like he's lost his home and his past self ... spooky.

another exorcist outfit -- I actually really like the eyes on the ribs! I never made a final draft for the exorcist uniform, but it would probably look close to what I drew here.

the one on the bottom was meant to be similar to the feathered shoulder pad idea, but this time with the whole magpie (with giant eyes). tried putting the "freckles" (really just dots in this case) over their brows, but that ended up looking kinda weird.

the eye is pretty close to the final design

the one on the right was supposed to be the full final design, but I was totally off lol -- the long trench coat really doesn't give off the right vibe at all

playing around more with the loki vibes of the scarf, also added an eyeball to the chest

I never got happy with the design of the back of the coat -- I think it should probably just be blank at this point. but the sketch here is meant to look like wings/tailfeathers.

yet another exorcist outfit, this time with more magpie motifs. I actually like this one a lot, but I probably should've added the eyes on the ribs from the last sketch. I think I also considered giving them actual tailfeathers at this point.

thanks for sticking with me! I promise we're almost done. have a trans dinosaur I saw while I was travelling as a treat <3

10:

this is after I finished the sketch for the final piece and realized I didn't like the halo design. I drew lute's, sera's, em's, and adam's as refs. (honestly I love the show's idea that each person/people of each rank have a different kind of halo -- I wonder if they can switch them out?)

my main inspiration ended up being the exorcist halo, but I made it look more like an eyeball -- since it always points toward heaven, we can say it's always "looking" at heaven.

(also sera's feather lashes! they're so cute)

11:

EVEN MORE EXORCIST DOODLES

12:

tzafael shooing away my fox demon OC

13:

these are actually sketches for my own seraph OC (raguel), but I wanted to include it since it has even more wing/feather hair variations. I also think the idea of the eyelashes being feather-like could've been cool for tzafael.

14:

some more OG design doodles

tzafael and raguel together because self-indulgence is the name of the game babey (also wanted to draw tzafael freaked out with their wings flared)

(raguel's blind btw, hence asking for eyes -- tzafael has so many!)

you can probably read the dialogue here so give it a shot. I believe in you.

15:

you know what? the fish purse deserves some doodles

16:

putting them in Situations! I was reading over prince's posts again and I realized there were some funny things I could draw them doing/saying

again you can probably read the words here

angel dust also loves fish (but is apparently bad at taking care of them, hence the suffocating blobfish), so tzafael shows him their aquarium (complete with live fish and flora ofc)

I thought alastor was 8 ft but apparently he's 7.3 ft? so tzafael is enjoying the .2 ft they have on him

trying and failing again to come up with a design for the back of the jacket lol

THE crowley quote

apparently the halo still sends signals from the exorcists -- thought their reaction to the battle at the hotel would be funny

the nefarious laughter (take 2) that I promised -- based on a doodle of alastor viv did that I found

them being sad and curling up in a pile of shiny things like a dragon

OKAY I'M DONE. huge, huge thank you to prince for sharing their OC! this was a lot of fun and clearly inspired me a lot haha. please check out their writing; it's literally so good that I can't read anything else these days. I am chewing on their thoughts constantly.

this was an absolute monster of a post, so if you're still reading, I am both impressed and bewildered at your patience. I hope you enjoyed! (I certainly did!)

#prince (because they are very sweet): I'm excited to see your thoughts!#my thoughts: magpie like shiny hehe #hazbin hotel oc #prince-liest #hazbin hotel #my art #character design #sera hazbin hotel #em hazbin hotel

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spanieltower · 5 days

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TOUHOU TIME: YUUGI BEING ALL STRONG AND STUFF

This was finished a while back, I think towards the end of March (which now that I write it I have emotions about!) and I'm really proud of how it turned out! I think the initial inspiration back in February or January was just drawing a buffer woman. I think I can improve with that to some extent, but I wasn't trying to go for ripped, more swole, and I think I brought a nice energy to her.

I was initially just trying to draw Yuugi herself but I ended up finding a pic of the wrestler Rhea Ripley which I liked the pose of, and she was stepping on another woman in the photo so I decided to draw Marisa here too!

I also realised that since Yuugi had two major costumes this would be a great opportunity to flex my alt skills! I definitely think Yuugi looks better both in terms of her base looks and her alts, and it was really wonderful getting to design new alts for her. Some of the alts for her T-Shirt costume were based on her sprites in a MUGEN character pack, but all of the Robe alts were mine, I really like what I managed to do. I even had one alt representing Kasen Ibaraki! This was fun to do, and I hope to do more pieces with alts in future. The Umineko stuffs, I haven't really done that much, although I am gonna be posting a new piece based on that tomorrow so look alive!

I think after my uni course it was a little difficult to muster up any desire to draw, so it's nice looking back and seeing myself be able to draw at a pretty fast clip again! Part of that is cos that Umineko readthrough is motivating me to get pieces done faster but also it wouldn't work if I didn't already have the beans to do it. It's nice to remember why I'm doing this, why I love art.

Anywho! Upcoming is that Umineko piece I alluded to and I've also applied for that Seasons of Gensokyo zine so I'll hopefully have something in association with them soon! Comms open as usual, and I hope you have a wonderful day! <3

#art #drawing #my art #digital #fanart #artists on tumblr #touhou fanart #touhou project #touhou #yuugi hoshiguma #marisa kirisame #alt costumes #palette swap #fanart friday

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onyichii · 1 month

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Dofus: Book 1 Julith a beautifully animated film that failed.

I haven't watched this movie in a long time but I think this movie COULD have done well. HOWEVER, TWO things fell short (for me).

1️⃣- Title. It has a BAD title. Terrible title. It should have been called something else. Something more appealing. More attention grabbing. I'm not good with titles myself but let's just say Dofus: The Guardian of the Ebony Dragon. That took me TOO LONG (40+ mins) to come up with. Titles are not easy but the current title doesn't stand out.

2️⃣- Rushed exposition. I didn't feel properly introduced to the world. If you're gonna sell a movie series you have to introduce the audience to your world properly, especially if it's fantasy AND if you want to make more of it. Think Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter, we got to understand the world within the first movie.

I feel like this Dofus series should have been planned as a trilogy but starting with the stories of Julith and Jahash. Here is how I would have planned...

Part 1: Introduces the audience to the world of twelve, main 12 classes, and the lives of rivals Julith of Brakmar and Jahash of Bonta. It would be an enemies to lovers story (an action romance) on how they become guardians of their cities dofus (the ebony and ivory ones). It ends with Jahash and Julith falling in love, having a child (Joris), and dying. Whilst also giving a hint of evidence that Julith might be alive. Showing they had people against the unification of their rival cities. BONUS: Introducing the classes would get people (artists mostly) interested in making their own Dofus character and posting the art online further marketing it. And you could use it to introduce people to the game thus making more sales. 🧠 business brain. Part 2: Would be this movie (Dofus: Julith Book 1), focusing on their son, Joris, and how he finds out that his mother Julith is alive and out for revenge. And how he is connected to the ebony dragon/dofus somehow (or how he becomes it's new guardian like his mother). And blah blah blah Part 3: Would unveil the culprits behind the deaths of Jahash and Julith. and blah blah blah. And how Joris officially loses his adolescence in this discovery and grows up to be who we know him to be in Wakfu. Kind of a dark coming of age story.

That's how I would have structured it. If it was structured like this I would have been invested in this trilogy. It has romance, mystery, drama, action, and angst.

Was the movie good? It had GREAT animation, good action scenes, fun characters, but it needed more story, more exposition. More world building—To at least attract an audience who has NEVER heard of Dofus before. I would 100% watch this movie again!

To me, it feels like Tot wants to build something like Star Wars, One Piece, MCU, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones—A HUGE WORLD that people all over the globe will know and love.

However, the company lacks consistency. Ankama started off as a game company. Then they branched into animation and comics. Now they're using all forms of media to tell their story.

Having to play the game AND read the book AND watch the show/movie, is too much for the average consumer. I don't play games anymore. So now, I will miss something because I don't play the game?

Personally, I feel like there should be ONE form of media to keep track of the WHOLE story (while still making the shows/films/games). That format is BOOKS.

Books are a GREAT way to keep things linear and on track. At least with a book, even if you branch out to animation and get cancelled you can continue the book with the story as planned. And after you have finished the book, maybe someone likes your story and will want to pick back up the animation.

You should watch Dofus: Book 1 Julith for the animation and action scenes. The story is fine but needs more.

Upon little research i found out they did make books for Dofus: Book 1 Julith. IDK if it's good or what it's about but it does exist.

#wakfu #dofus #ankama #onyichii rants

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artemisiavulgaris1114 · 19 days

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Haven't had a lot of time for personal art lately, but I finally finished Lilith's updated character sheet! I've been slooowly picking away at it since I posted her first character sheet ages ago >_>

See notes below (I promise there is a fanfic-related point to this stupid level of detail):

fig 1. Pre-tadpole. Her hair is naturally pale purple/white, but it becomes stained red with the blood of her victims--a sign of Bhaal's favour. A barn owl skull, which she wears as a sort of pendant, and a bronze spike on the end of her braid which can be used as an improvised weapon. Her pupils reflect pinky-red when she is under the influence of murder, and become more dilated the more she kills, signifying a kind of animalistic blood craze. fig 2. Items she kept on her person pre-tadpole, some of which were recovered from the mind flayer colony, along with most of her old armour. Incense for meditating on the Prayer for Forgiveness whenever she needs to remind herself of her purpose. A small femur from an unknown animal carved into a fountain pen on one end, and a needle sharp shiv on the other. Accompanies a handmade skin and bone-bound journal, the parchment of which is enchanted to hide any ink written on it in Lilith's blood. Only someone with her blood is able to read the hidden ink by spilling a drop of it on to the page. A verdelite ring with the inscription "our freedom", and a sending stone (wonder who has the other? 🤔) fig 3. Weapons and items she normally keeps on hand, including her longbow, Striga. An elixir of viciousness, oil of sharpness and malice. An arrow of arcane interference and an arrow of many targets. She also keeps a bloodstone in a small pouch hidden under her armour at all times. fig 4. Her post-tadpole armour, fashioned by Dammon from the salvaged pieces into something new and sturdier (she's much more vulnerable after losing her status as Chosen). Seen here are also her earrings, the only thing she still has from her childhood. The stone set in them is a type of obsidian called mother's tears. An ornate bronze mortar and pestle, and a little herb pouch with purple datura embroidered on it, gifted to her from Karlach after act 1. It's a little cutesy for her tastes, but Lilith keeps it for sentimental reasons. The threadbare book from the arcane tower, which becomes her new journal.

Feats (Pre-tadpole) These were powers granted to her by Bhaal, lost along with her status as Chosen.

Hot monster chick When channeling the urge, she becomes rabid with bloodlust the more she kills, and her eyes become completely dilated. The slayer form can start to emerge in her, however, it’s only ever partially formed (to her immense self-resentment) so she just gets really big scary eyes/teeth/jaw and talons, massive strength and agility, and the preference to walk on all fours. She also gets weird patchy feathers, and kind of looks like a scrawny undead owlbear--an endless source of torment and entertainment for Orin.

Shadow glimmer This is essentially gaseous form, the deathstalker mantle ability and umbral shroud combined into one feat. A typical pattern of attack would be to take out as many from the darkness as possible with her bow, before charging while invisible and dispatching the remainder with knives, making it look like she's transporting around, as it activates every time she makes a kill and she kills very quickly. It can also be used as an escape maneuver, but is detectable by the naked eye as a thin swirl of shadowy smoke, as well as see invisibility and other similar spells. She can still be physically injured in this state.

And, most importantly...

Theme Song!!!!

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satoryou · 7 months

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ MICRO SET - SATORU GOJO

✩ 𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: you buy an interesting set of lingerie and surprise your husband

✩ 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈: gojo x fem!reader, husband!gojo, p in v, cunnilingus, blowjob, creampie/breeding kink, cockdrunk!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, face fucking, dirty talk, 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙩, slightly proofread, MDNI, 18+

✎ 𝒶/𝓃: first post on the t! umm to be completely honest i think i'm just tryna upload my wip(s) here just for funsies because i haven't written ff's in quite a while and i have a lot of ideas. but yeah first gojo fic!

the micro set in question

wc: 3.5k (yeah got too carried away)

*bzzz* SATORU GOJO sent you $20,000 "Spoil yourself while I'm gone, love you <3"

jesus christ 'toru. you thought upon reading the notification.

-three weeks later-

OH MY FUCKING GOD OW- was what ran through your mind as the esthetician finishes waxing your private area. you decided that since gojo is coming back in about 3 days after almost a month of training with his students in kyoto that you prepare for his return by giving yourself a self-care day for almost every single thing you can think of from facials to a Brazilian wax. you know yourself that this is something you're not used to doing so why not pamper yourself and plus, your husband did send you money so why not spend it for him.

"the healing process is about 24-48 hours post appointment, but if you want to speed up the process, just apply a cold compress or a bit of witch hazel to the treated area!" the worker at the front desk gave you a small bag that included aftercare oil and a small bottle of witch hazel and kindly greeted you as you left. walking out of the wax place you decided that you should also buy something that could possibly benefit you and gojo. you find yourself walking into a lingerie store browsing through their selection of pretty colored and laced pieces of undergarments until a certain item caught your attention.

"hello miss! i see you've taken an interest in the micro collection, it's our newest arrival! the micro thong and bra set is the most popular nowadays!" a worker greeted you with a welcoming tone.

to say the least, you bought the entire collection that consisted of 10 different colors of the same articles of clothing, if you even consider it clothing. the item barely covered anything that you knew you would never buy without getting waxed.

you arrived back to yours and gojos home, hiding the stash of thongs and bras you just bought under the bed. you quickly go to the bathroom to have a quick shower and apply the aftercare oil to your freshly waxed cunt following the directions of the pamphlet given to you. covered in your towel, you walk out to pick out what color of the matching set you should wear upon his arrival, as you placed a cold compress over your womanhood.

blush pink? crimson red? forest green? you couldn't decide until you got to the bottom of the bag unknowingly taking out a cerulean blue micro thong.

you smiled. "perfect."

-3 days later-

at 9pm gojo arrives jingling the keys of your house. "baby i'm home!" he calls out while entering. 'weird,' he thought as he was welcomed with silence. you'd usually make your way to the door when hearing the rattle of his keys, but to his surprise you didn't. curiously placing down the bags of souvenirs on the counter, he takes off his blindfold and makes his way to the bedroom in hopes you were there dragging his suitcase with him. upon entering he notices your side of the bed slightly shuffled while his was still cleanly made, leaving evidence of your presence. he hears the connecting door of the bathroom open to reveal your back facing him and wearing his shirt with a pair of pajama shorts that barely covered your butt.

you came out of the bathroom turning around while rubbing the moisturizer on your cheeks. eyes widened in excitement at the sight of your husband in front of the bed taking off his jacket as you pace yourself to him.

"'toru!" you squeal with arms wide open to embrace him in a hug, arms wrapping around his neck.

"hey pretty girl, i missed you so much," he chuckled closing his eyes, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. his hands trailed from your back to the curve of your waist resting there. to gojo you were everything, his light, his life, his home, and his safe place. he finds comfort in your scent that being away from you for even just a week buried with work and responsibilities made him even more impatient in wanting to see and be with you. "you get my gift from 3 weeks ago?"

you looked up at him realizing that he was referencing the money he sent you weeks prior to his arrival. "mhm, i got it and thank you babe but as much as i love and appreciate it, you didn't have to send it you know," you place your chin on his chest smirking at him. it wasn't anything new, but gojo always spoiled you rotten ever since the beginning of your relationship that even after being married to him for 3 years, you still weren't used to his acts of affection in gift giving whether it was over the top or even something plain and simple. you knew and let him know that no matter what he spoils you with, nothing will ever top the gift of his presence.

"uh oh, I didn't give you enough huh?" he gasped with an exaggerated shock jokingly pulling out his phone with swiftness. you giggle as you grab his arm to prevent him from sending you anything more. his movement is nimble, spinning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"c'mon sweets, what'd you spend it on? i wanna know what you bought," he says positioning his head on your shoulder leaving kisses on your neck.

"hmm, i went and got a couple massages and facials, bought some groceries, got other stuff done and also bought something, all for you," you teased while he continued lingering pecks all over your neck and shoulder. "for me? what could you have possibly bought for me, princess?" you unwrap his arms from your waist and turn around to push him down on the bed finding space between his legs.

gojo was shocked at your conduct and sat up a bit propping his weight with his elbows while manspreading, watching you undress from his oversized shirt. the view of your cerulean blue micro bra that only really covered your nipples made his insides churn of excitement. his mouth slightly agape at how tiny your bra was at barely concealing your hardening papilla all while enhancing and glorifying the natural shape and roundness of your tits making his dick pulse in his dress pants.

"fuck baby girl, look at you," he fully sits up arms gravitating to your hips to pull you closer which you stop him. "hold on baby, i'm not done," you say pushing him back to his previous position. watching your every move, his gaze intensifies as you pull down your shorts to reveal the matching micro thong.

your legs find their way resting on both sides of his hips straddling him as you placed your hands on his broad muscular shoulders for support. he examines your torso up and down, noticing that there's not a hair follicle in sight on your waxed pelvis. feeling bold, you sat yourself right on the tent of his boner, feeling the pulses it'd give under the fabric of his uniform.

"i got even got my pussy waxed, do you like it daddy?" you purred his favorite nickname in his ear. seeing comfort in your position he helps support it by gently gripping your hips adding more force and friction between your cunt and his hard-on.

"shit princess, you look fucking delicious. i love it, love everything." he groans as you slowly grind your heat on him. "that's good, i was having a hard time choosing what color to wear because i bought 9 other ones," you say temptingly innocent. his strong grip on your waist moves to the curve of your ass, giving it a good squeeze pulling you closer. "9 other ones? good grief baby i can't wait to see them on you," his lips latching onto the fat of your tits avoiding your covering of your bra.

"yeah, wanna know why i chose this one?" you hear him give a muffled 'hm?' as he continues sucking the same area. you slightly pull away to tease a whisper in his ear, "because its the color of your eyes, daddy."

gojo impulsively flips over positioned on top of you. he doesn't know what he did to deserve such a woman like you, his sweet wife. you knew his weaknesses and ways to get a reaction out of him, teasing him into knowing what you want without even saying it. the way your body conveys its needs and wants makes his skin crawl at the thought of how much of a freak you secretly are behind closed doors. he impatiently takes off his compression shirt and unbuckles his pants to undress fully, displaying his paradisiac figure entirely nude.

you glorify gojos body as if each part was designed to absolute perfection. his whole torso was god given, muscular and bulked, and the angry look his dick is giving you at the moment hypnotizes your body to desire more of him. his length and girth proportioned flawlessly, veins popping out in different areas of height, flushed with a bright shade of pink crowned with his enraged bulging tip leaking with precum.

he gives his cock a few sensual pumps at the sight of your laying body straddling one leg between your thighs, knee pushing a thick force on your pussy feeling slight dampness. you sit up face leveling at his dick sprawling out your tongue on his length.

"yeah princess, just like that. c'mon give daddy a good suck like you always do," eyes gazing down at you with his hands raking through your scalp.

with the assistance of your hand pumping his girth, you engulfed his tip tongue flat lapping at the drool of his precum. you down in half the length of his cock as you begin to feel his tip hit the top of your throat. gagging at his hardness to adjust to his size, you feel your saliva escape your lips, running down your chin. you pull out for bit to gasp for air, only to impatiently continue wrapping your lips around his dick. the room was filled with loud sounds of squelching and grunting as you messily swirl your tongue and coat his dick with your saliva. your assisted hand that was pumping his shaft made its way to massage his balls as you slowly take in his full length inch by inch.

throughout the years of being with gojo, you still admit to the defeat of never being able to getting used to the size of his dick. while taking in his full length after a couple of eye watering gags you hollow your cheeks to find comfort in the adjustment of his cock down your throat.

"my fucking god baby, you takin' it all in so good i feel it bulging your throat," he praises you as his fingers lightly graze your throat to feel your work on him. as difficult as it is, you manage to look up and make eye contact with him as your nose repeatedly bumps his pubic area. "ngh..ah shit - shit, missed your slutty mouth babe, lemme face fuck you yeah?"

gojos pleasure in face fucking your mouth gave you the time to touch yourself. your hands made their way up and down your body resulting in teasing your nipples and your clit at the same time over your micro set. his grunts begin to falter in a satisfying yet shaky rhythm as he feels the vibrations of your moaning come into contact with each stroke your mouth gives while he thrusts his erection into it. fingers pinching a hardened nipple while stuffing the other down your thong to play with your stimulated bead, gojo doesn't miss to notice your pleasure while chasing his own through your mouth and as much as he wants to finish in it, who is he to let his sweet girl do all that work alone?

you feel your mouth empty as he takes his dick out continuing to give it a few more strokes before kneeling down so that he's at an eye level to you. you watch him hold the hand that you used to play with your clit, bringing it to his mouth to lick the juices it collected, giving him a preview of your taste. "so sweet for me, just how i like it," he smirks at your lips swollen and slicked with a mixture of your saliva and his precum, gently rubbing his thumb over it to gather the substance and stick it back in your mouth. your expression is fucked out as you ease into sucking his thumb, swirling your tongue around it.

"mmm....such a good girl for me baby, making me feel good with your mouth, makes me wanna return the favor," he soothes before leaning in to press his lips on yours while he lays you down on your back. bringing your hands behind his head to massage his undercut, you feel his teeth lightly lap at your bottom lip biting it, forcing you to yelp a bit and open your mouth, to which he enters with his tongue. he swirls it against yours massaging and lapping at each others spit before you retreat for air. your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath, beaming at your boyfriend with a sultry look.

gojo glances at your disheveled appearance, licking his lips at how beautiful you looked. he goes in on you lapping his tongue at your skin as he goes down from your neck, to your collarbones, to your chest - making sure to provide every single part of your body attention. tongue grazing across your barely covered tits, he pulls down the excuse you call a bra, exposing your hardening nipples to the cold air.

"'s-satoru..ah-" you squealed as he immediately took in a nipple in his mouth. alternating - he sucked and bit down at one while rubbing and pinching the other. he grasped both mounds with his strong hands and pushed them together while sucking and bruising the fat of your skin with dark hues of purple. "could never get tired of your beautiful tits baby."

he continues trailing his tongue down south, eventually reaching your heat burying his face between your legs. "s-so wet for you 'toru, want your dick in me already...ngh- please," you moaned while he wet the patch of fabric covering your clean pussy.

"as sexy as you look in this set baby, you look a million times better with nothing on." gojo gives your protected clit a good suck before pulling your thong to the side revealing you flawless looking pussy. "'m not putting my dick in you without tasting you first mama. your cunts askin' for me so politely shes leaking," his fingers slide up and down your bare slit rubbing your leaked juices all over before putting his index and middle finger in.

"you tryin' to show you miss me? your slutty little pussy's so wet i was able to slip in two fingers princess," he groans placing sensual kisses on your thighs scissoring his fingers deep in your pussy at a slow pace. "AH- SATORU," you squeak feeling him replace his fingers with his tongue as you run your hands through his scalp.

he works his way with your pussy sloppily sucking at your clit. pampering your bead with a few more sucks, his tongue glides down your labia drawing circles on your outer sex. gojo's been addicted to the sweet taste of your pussy, but after a month without your flavor, his mouth drools while lapping up your juices and fucking your cunt with his tongue.

"oh my fucking god b-baby...ngh fuck...feels so fucking good- yes..YES...AH- d-daddy i-i-" you're a fucking mess, pathetically grinding your pussy lips on his tongue while he keeps going. "you what, hm? use your words with me baby girl. i won't know unless you tell me," he teases watching you get drunk on the pleasure of his mouth.

"n-needa cum...p-please i-i need to cum..UGH N-NO-" you cry out in frustration at the loss of his tongue. "s'bout time i put my dick in you right?"

he rubs the tip of his cock along the wetness of your folds, making sure to add pressure every time it glazes over your clit. as he positioned his tip at your entrance he pistons his full length in, causing you to squirt. "AHH- NGHH- SATORU MMFPH-" he shuts you up with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. "goddammit mama, squirting on my dick with one thrust? i just started haha," he teases you with a chuckle.

driving his hips into you, gojo continues to sink his length into your overstimulated hole. your moans continue to get louder and louder, thrust after thrust. "how is it you're still so tight? i've fucked this pussy over a hundred times yet you're as tight as you were when you were a virgin nghhh- princess," you were too cockdrunk to listen to what he was talking about, high off of the immense feeling his dick was giving, splitting you open. "be-cause I h-haven't felt your- Ah -dick f-fuck me in a mo-month SHIT." you could tell he was close as the rhythm of his thrusts began to get sloppier.

"c-could feel your dick pulsing in me daddy--you cummin' soon?" you arched your back as he took a hold of your tits plunging his cock in deeper and harder that you can feel his balls heavily slap with each thrust he was giving. "hell yeah baby, nGhH... gonna cum where do you want-"

"inside my fucking pussy satoru, wanna be stuffed with your cum." he cums hard, shooting his thick load into your pussy. you continue feeling his throbbing shaft force its way deeper.

you look up at him smiling at his satisfaction feeling his cum leak out of you, cerulean orbs looking down at you as he takes in deep breaths chuckling and picking you up, dick still lunged into you while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"we showerin yet? h-hey w-wa-wait baby AH-" you felt your back come in contact with the wall, giving you goosebumps at its coldness. adjusting just a bit, gojo positioned your legs over his shoulders. you were taken by surprise as he kept thrusting into you while carrying you.

"sorry babe you said you wanted to be stuffed, so m'fucking my cum back into you," he smirks wickedly as you babble his name constantly all while feeling his throbbing shaft force its way deeper. strong arms pulling you closer to his nudeness his pace gets a little faster, penetrating your g-spot as your walls clamp down on his girth.

"fuck me harder---deeperdeeperdeeperplease....you're fucking me so good daddy....nghh-" gojo doesn't fail to listen to your whining and does as he's told.

"haa, baby you gotta filthy little mouth, but s'not as filthy as your tight little pussy sucking my whole dick in with my cum. might make you a mommy after this, think you can take another load?" furrowing his eyebrows he chuckles in your ear, voice all raspy. for a split second, the idea of you being pregnant with his baby flooded his mind.

though you're being fucked like a slut, the thought of carrying satoru gojos baby stuck in your head for a short while. a baby boy/girl with white hair and cerulean blue eyes that resembled him exactly, didn't sound like a bad idea at all.

"yesyesyesyes breed me with your cum. wanna carry your baby satoru!" you both climaxed as you felt another thick load rut inside your cunt while you squirted for the second time.

he portrayed his strength, still carrying you as he guided both bodies to lay down on the bed. with both arms still wrapped around his neck, it took a moment for the both of you to come down from your high heavily breathing. gojo winced of slight overstimulation pulling out of your pussy. your juices ran down your messy cunt and he took notice at the fat glob of his cum also running down, to which he took two fingers to scoop it and rub it all over your folds, eventually stuffing whatever was left back inside you causing you to moan loud.

his forehead touching yours, he brings you into a soft gentle kiss. "i think that was the best color on you baby," he smiled against your lips.

"glad you think so too, daddy," you chuckled with a teasing tone. "did you like being called mama?" he asked pulling you into and embrace. you buried your face into his slightly moist chest nodding and muffling an exhausted 'mhm,' you hear him snicker before he kisses the top of your head. "you're definitely going to become a mommy, princess."

"what makes you say that hm?" you lazily smile at him. "you said bought 9 other colors of the same set, no?"

you slowly pull away from him while raising an eyebrow. "yeah... i did...why-"

"show them to me."

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Killshot Pt. 2

Tangerine x F!Reader

Summary: Rival assassins/enemies to lovers Tangerine and Fem!Reader. You haven't seen Tangerine in years, since an unfortunate incident between the two of you in Johannesburg. He's popped up again while you're undercover hunting a mark - the same mark he's after.

Wordcount: 5.4k

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, language, some nudity, drugs/mention of drugs.

A/N: This will probably actually end up being chapter 3 when I clean everything up and put it on AO3, but I'm bad at waiting and I love posting my finished scenes for some feedback! This scene would serve as a flashback - chronologically maybe a year prior to the events of Pt. 1. Let me know if you're liking the direction this headed, or if it's feeling too slow/drawn out! Thanks so much for all the positive feedback on the first chapter !!

Read Pt 1 - here

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Your head pivots slowly, surveying the ballroom and surrounding crowds while the Duke schmoozes. Introductions made, you are now not much more than an accessory. The shiny bauble on his arm to complement his image, nothing more. You play the part: simpering, beautiful, bored. Your gaze roams around the milling crowd, outwardly lazy, disguising your focused searching.

You're hoping to get a glimpse of your mark out here in the open before you need to pin down his location more precisely. It will make things easier later when you’ll need to find him in the dark, dingy corners of a secret bacchanalia in the basement. This opening hour of the benefit will be your best chance; if you just keep an eye on the entrance and the bar you’re sure to catch a glimpse of him.

Someone does catch your eye, a man's flashy gold jewelry catches the light in a way that grabs your attention. You scan the general area, and sip your champagne, choking on a gasp when you realize just who this man is.

Your date checks in on your polite coughs with nothing more than an annoyed side-eye and a squeeze on your arm that has you giggle appropriately and make your excuses. Of course, you will return when you have properly collected yourself, so sorry, so sorry.

He stands at the outskirts of the bar, a fresh glass of what you’d bet is whiskey in one hand. He looks to be surveying the party himself, but with no plus one sparkling on his arm to draw the eye he stands out.

You think he would stand out anywhere.

In this case, the classic lines of his crisp black three piece suit offer a striking contrast to his thick gold jewelry, slicked back hair, and perfectly groomed mustache.

He is quite distinctive in the crowd. His white collared shirt is loose, unbuttoned one too many to be entirely decent and without a tie. He looks at once expensive, but there's an aura of grit and sleaze about him that marks him as other in this crowd.

Dangerous.

The word materializes in your mind with a flash of gunsmoke and a throbbing in your shoulder. You dismiss the frisson of fear that runs through you at the unbidden memory, and square your shoulders.

Before you know it, you have nearly downed your champagne glass and are heading over to the bar. Presumably, for a refill.

You sidle into place at his side, silently, fiddling with your glass between your fingers as you mimic his stance looking out across the crowd.

“It’s been a long time,” You greet him with a barely restrained smirk. “Since Johannesburg.”

You can’t help yourself, you drop an inch of pretense to turn your head and take in his reaction. You never could have attempted to guess at his reaction, but as you meet his gaze, the intensity there surprises you. He doesn’t look angry, like you might have expected, but he also doesn’t look nearly as surprised as you imagined.

He holds your gaze for a long minute, and there’s something intense and unspoken behind his piercing blue eyes that you couldn’t hope to decipher. Finally, he lifts his glass to his lips, and swallows a slow sip.

“Working?” He questions, voice hard, and you can feel the slamming of the door between you as he shifts into his more put-on professional demeanor.

Despite the tension hanging between you, you realize that he most definitely is here working and it’s likely the exact same contract that you’re here for.

You know in that instant that the two of you will most certainly not be having some kind of terse heart-to-heart here tonight. Pity.

He seems to have the same realization as you, as you catch his eyes flick to yours quickly, accusingly.

Your heartbeat kicks into overdrive in response, your muscles tense expectantly.

His eyes narrow.

Your shoulder throbs with phantom pain around a long-healed bullet wound.

You know exactly what Tangerine is capable of.

You shift your weight to your back foot, ready to run -

“There you are!” The booming voice of your date carries across the crowd, and you’re so tense that you jump at the sudden intrusion. The champagne in your glass splashes back in your trembling hand, and you turn away from Tangerine.

“Are you alright?”

His timing could not have been better. He strides into place at your side with one hand sliding around your waist as he checks in with you with a glance. His other hand is thrown out for a handshake with your new conversation partner.

Before Tangerine can say something stupid to ruin your cover you rush to fill in the blanks of introductions yourself, and you interject before anyone can speak.

“Ah, William, yes, I’m so sorry! I’d gone for refreshments, and ran into an old friend. William, this is an old colleague of mine, Percy Smith. Percy, this is William Statton, he is a very generous donor to our foundation.”

Your eyebrows are raised high at Tangerine, pleading, as you make the “introductions”. Your hand shakes as you place it on William’s arm, adrenaline surging through you.

Tangerine shakes hands with the man, finally looking his way after tearing his disbelieving gaze away from yours. You can see the mocking laugh on his lips even if no one else can, but he is a professional, after all. He plays Gentleman to the hilt. If you didn’t know him much, much better, you might even buy it.

“Mr. Statton, charmed. Yes, I just had the delightful surprise of running into our mutual friend here.” Tangerine gestures his glass in your direction with a knowing smile.

You notice he’s careful not to say your name, since he doesn’t know which one you’re using. It might make you blush, if your nerves weren’t so frayed trying to figure out exactly what game he’s playing.

“It really has been a long, long time since we worked together.”

He bites off the second ‘long’ in a way that hints at his aggravation just below the surface. His thumb runs along his mustache absently as he takes in the two of you together. It’s an uncomfortably analytical gaze.

William watches ‘Percy’ watch you, and glances in your direction, uncertain and clearly confused. Slowly, he asks, “Sorry…where did you say you two used to work together?”

“Johannesburg!” Tangerine cuts you off, forcefully interjecting the word before you can state your carefully crafted lie. You can practically see the mischief twinkling in his blue eyes as he looks your way.

“...Yes, that’s right!” There’s a long pause before you’re able to jump back in with a cheerful cadence, despite your faltering. “The foundation had a mission out there, and Percy was one of the other volunteers.”

“Right, the foundation.” Tangerine stresses the word ‘foundation’ in a way that lets you know he thinks this is the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“Oh, with his brother - Thomas!” You add brightly, and you don’t miss the way his mustache twitches in annoyance at your cover names. “Is Thomas with you tonight? I would certainly love to catch up with him, as well.”

Tan’s eyes narrow at you, as he realizes what you’re playing at. You want to know if he has backup, and where it’s coming from. He smirks, glancing around the crowded ballroom. You follow his eyeline, sure you see a glimpse of blonde curls in the crowd, but you blink and there’s no Lemon in sight.

“I’m sure he’s around. Never quite know what that Thomas is getting up to.” His tone is much too amiable to be genuine. He is definitely loving messing with you way too much.

You smile thinly while you glare at him, annoyed. “Of course!” You force out, intent on carefully extricating yourself from this conversation. Just as you open your mouth, ready to make your excuses to the ladies room, Tangerine cuts in.

“So, William, you must have made a hefty donation to her foundation to score the VIP tickets tonight…” He pauses to take a sip from his glass, clearly savoring the moment. “But, that doesn’t even matter does it, because you own this mansion, don’t you - Duke Statton?”

Tangerine locks eyes with you, although it would appear that he was still talking to William. He wants you to know that he knows just what you’re up to. “I do apologize, I’m sure you’re trying to go incognito this evening. But, ah, I couldn’t help but recognize you.”

“You recognized a Duke from a small Scottish Peerage?” You snort. You don’t think you could emanate a more hateful aura if you tried.

William looks bashful and laughs loudly, embarrassed in the way where he’s not embarrassed at all and loves being recognized.

“You’ve got me there! I may be hosting their benefit, but the Foundation does such incredible work that I wanted to get involved on a more personal level. Anna has been so fantastic, she’s been working with me to get my own charity off the ground!” He says.

William’s hand comes up to rest over yours on his arm, giving it the slightest squeeze. Tangerine’s eyes follow the movement with laser precision. He clears his throat and looks back up at William, the posh professional gent plastered on his face in full force. “Anna. Well. She’s always been a very hard worker. You couldn’t be in better hands.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think he winks at you.

William misses the gesture, as he had taken the pause in conversation to check his watch, and tap it thoughtfully. He taps your hand, as well, a reminder.

“Anna - we have the…other engagement.” He says to you quietly.

You nod, nearly delirious in relief for the excuse to get away from Tangerine. The sooner you could get this job done and get as far away from here as possible, the better.

“Yes, of course - I’m so sorry, Percy, we actually have to be going. But, it was so lovely to see you, and please give my love to Thomas!”

“Hold on a moment-” Tangerine raises his eyebrows, more knowingly than you like, and lifts his own wrist to check his watch, as well. He chuckles and glances at William, fishing two fingers into his vest pocket and pulling out a familiar red keycard.

You recall William handing you an identical keycard while in the limo on the way here. It will allow you access to the sprawling complex below your feet, where the real party is taking place tonight.

William’s hosting your benefit, sure, but only as the cover to auction off some priceless piece of art recently plundered from its indigenous home. The bidding is closed, the sealed envelopes from all bidders due by 10:15 pm, precisely.

It turned out that your Foundation’s benefit served as a lovely cover for William to host a large number of auspicious attendees and for those attendees to drop large sums of money without raising any suspicions. William had been quick to accept your invitation to work together, thinking he was using you.

The mark you’re after happens to be a black market dealer that runs in the same circles as Stanton, so the obvious way in was to make the connection with the Duke. You were able to provide him a perfect cover for his auction and wiggle into his inner circle over the last few weeks. And if he happened to be pursuing you beyond a professional capacity, then it was useful to you as an option to exploit if necessary. Just being on the arm of the Duke would open every door in this place without having to worry about security at all, and that really was priceless.

And yet. Here you are watching your perfectly laid plans unravel before your eyes. This was supposed to be a quick and easy job, with the benefits of a luxurious date with a rich and handsome Duke. It was all set up to be a cakewalk with the Duke as your unwitting skeleton key. The Twins being here was making things decidedly more complex.

Your eyes widen as you see Tangerine with the keycard, and you glance at William. The two men look each other over, doing one last size up of the other, trying to discern if they were both ‘in’ on the secret. You see William break into a knowing grin, matched by Percy, and you barely suppress a groan.

“Downstairs?” William questions, knowingly.

“I guess we do have an appointment.” The delight dripping off Tangerine’s words was sickly sweet. The two men chuckle together conspiratorially and you start thinking of ways to get rid of Tangerine. Get rid of William. Get them away from each other, get Tangerine away from you - you were scrambling to come up with contingencies.

You softly clear your throat, patting William’s hand over your own. “The bids are due any minute…” You diligently avoid Tangerine’s gaze as you play the part of the simpering date. If his eyes are lit up with mockery, you don’t care to see it.

William nods with finality, and he reaches out for a last handshake with Tangerine. “Knew you were a good sort, Percy, old chap. Find me after, we’ll have a drink.”

You notice the sharp smile from Tangerine and tense - you’re never quite sure what he’s going to do next, and you know that crazed look in his eyes. It never means anything good.

Tangerine returns the forceful handshake, his smile dripping sarcasm as he catches your eye and holds your gaze while he speaks. “I’d love that.”

When he saunters away, towards the sweeping staircases that lead to the private elevators, you let out a long and slow breath. You keep your eye on him long enough to note that no Lemon appears out of the crowd to join him before he disappears down the stairs.

William is chatting benignly with you about the auction as he steers you towards the same staircases and you make blithe responses, only half-listening.

The two of you descend the grand staircase, the exquisitely appointed decor of the glittering ballroom melting away and revealing the practical concrete and plexiglass of the complex hidden below. The clip of your heels change timbre from light and staccato on imported marble to loud and echoing off of cold concrete.

There are a few other couples and groups milling around as the auction deadline approaches, waiting to get to the party. But, all you really notice is that Tangerine is nowhere to be seen.

Is he already downstairs?

Your anxiety ratchets up a notch. You won’t be able to get the mark alone for a little while, yet. If Tangerine’s “plan” is to burst in guns blazing, you’re fucked.

You approach an elevator bank, and William leads you to one off to the side. “This is my private elevator - even your card won’t work here.” He presses a thumb into the sensor, calling the elevator as he leans against it. He obviously thinks this is incredibly swoon worthy.

Obliging, you look appropriately awestruck, and slip the keycard back into your clutch.

“Will this take us to the party?” You ask, using your real nerves to lend credibility to your character.

You might be terrified that an unhinged wildcard is roaming around unchecked and very likely to ruin your plans - but Anna is very nervous about breaking the law, but she’s just so excited to be here with the dashing Duke that she would do anything he asked.

“I have business to attend to, first,” He reminds you, ushering you into the elevator after it opens. It’s as opulent as the ballroom above, completely out of place within these sterile concrete halls.

You pout up at him, and he chuckles, caressing your cheek and using his finger to push your chin up to hold your gaze.

“Don’t fret. You can go on ahead without me and start…enjoying. I’ll find you once I’m done with all the tedious paperwork.”

You simper appropriately, averting your gaze as if you were just too overwhelmed by his attention. Everything was going according to plan. The original plan, anyway. He should be occupied with the auction long enough for you to set up the next pieces of Plan A and perhaps prep some backup contingencies for when things inevitably go off the rails.

The elevator dings: a muted, polite sound, and you are let out into what looks like an identical set of concrete hallways. William gestures to a tuxedo-clad brick shithouse of a man to escort you. You certainly wouldn’t want to run into this guard if you were down here alone.

“This way to the party, ma’m.” The guard grunts at you after William takes his leave.

You follow his hulking form through the complex, taking careful note of each turn and distance traveled. Plan A does involve calmly coming back the way you came, and you diligently note the route, but…part of you has a sinking feeling you’ll end up needing some other exit strategy.

It doesn’t take long to reach a door that looks different than all the others. Its large, double doors are a tufted black leather that reminds you of an upscale strip club. The guard opens one of the doors for you, and you step into the dimly lit space, hesitantly.

Despite your meticulous planning, you weren’t sure exactly what to expect here. William had been cagey with the details, wanting to surprise you, he said. Test you, you thought.

You only knew for certain what you’d been able to glean from his hacked financials. You’d found receipts for imported liquors and cigars, a DJ, and an entirely unique staff from the benefit. But there were plenty more cash payouts you couldn’t trace. You imagined most of that cash had gone to sex workers and drugs, but you still didn’t know what the Duke might be capable of. God knows you’d seen much worse than strippers and coke before. Ultimately, you were prepared for any number of debauched possibilities.

Entering the lounge, you find that your suspicions were only mostly right. Strippers are spotlighted on small, raised daises with crowds grouped around them. You see several card tables set up, with what looks like professional dealers manning them. The seating is plush and abundant, with long couches and tucked away booths encouraging attendees to cuddle up and get comfortable. You see people - both subtly and not - kissing, touching, sucking, even fucking.

You quickly avert your gaze from flashes of naked bodies only partially obscured by tasteful velvet curtains, feeling your face heat up. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, but not quite what you had expected. It seemed the Duke’s well of possible depravity ran deeper than you had given him credit for.

The lighting is politely dim, allowing the partygoers the illusion of anonymity and privacy. You take advantage, keeping your face in shadow as you step through the lounge and head for the bar. It gives you a moment to compose yourself, and to scan your surroundings.

Naked and nearly naked women walk around distributing refreshments. You can see the bar now, it’s classic mahogany, a Victorian marvel nestled in the back of the large room. It isn’t very crowded, you note as you approach, with most couples enjoying themselves elsewhere.

Before you get there, a topless blonde walks up to you with a tray filled with long, white lines. You give her a shy smile, and reach into your clutch. You pull out fifty quid and lay it on her tray, shaking your head as she presents the tray to you.

“No, thanks, just - can you tell Natasha to find me at the bar? Tell her Anna’s here, please.”

The woman just shrugs, pocketing the money in a small pouch around her waist. “Whatever you want, sugar.” She says easily, turning and moving back through the crowd.

Your shoulders hunch with tension as you find a barstool to perch on and wait. You go over and over what needs to happen next in your head, running it like a drill, again and again. The time is limited and there are wildcards at play, and you will not be able to relax until you regain some semblance of control over this fucking situation.

The bartender nodding at you is a welcome intrusion, and you at least have the clarity of mind to ask for two glasses of champagne. It isn’t long before another woman sidles up behind you, quietly making her presence known.

“Natasha,” You greet her with a nod, which she returns.

She forgoes a greeting, and speaks directly, her Russian accent making her words sound clipped and harsh. “Your man will be in third room down the private hallway. One hour. He ask for me - a blonde.”

She looks you up and down, in your high-necked gold ballgown with your long, brown hair tumbling down your shoulder. You chuckle at her expression, well aware of how you look next to Natasha, clad in nothing but a lacy, black thong and a sheer bra. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a severe braid. The two of you hardly look alike.

“Is that all?” She questions, suspicion lacing her words. She likely still couldn’t believe how this incredibly simple sharing of information had netted her such a large cash advance from you.

“That’s it,” You reassured her with a smile, pulling out your phone and swiping through to send the final half of her payment. “The rest is in your account, now. Just give me the signal when the dressing room is empty and leave the room key in your locker. Do not acknowledge me from this point forward.”

Natasha nodded, looking mildly intimidated by your sudden shift in demeanor, but ultimately cool and collected. She gave you another long look, and then turned to head back into the crowd. That was one piece slotted into place, you thought, letting out a long breath.

You stare out across the lounge for a moment longer, cataloging your surroundings. You determine that you have at least a minute or two to yourself, and you slump in your seat. Two glasses of champagne sit at your elbow, having been silently delivered while you were speaking with Natasha.

With smooth, practiced movements, you slip a small dropper bottle out of your clutch and quickly dispense four drops of clear liquid into one of the champagne glasses. You swipe your thumb across your bottom lip and smear it on the bottom edge of the dosed glass. The glass is gently set on a cocktail napkin just slightly to the left of your elbow and your clutch is snapped closed with the dropper inside when you feel a hand on your arm behind you.

Your sultry smile is fixed in place as you turn, expecting the Duke back slightly earlier than planned.

Of course, it’s Tangerine.

Your expression deadens as you realize your mistake, then hardens as your pulse quickens anxiously. Tangerine only smirks at you, one hand in his pocket with a casual lean as he stands in front of you.

His swagger emanates off of him - it’s dreadful. He thinks he’s “got” you and he’s so goddamned smug about it.

It’s cute.

He runs his hand up your arm and skims it just over your shoulder and skates his fingers across the back of your neck, eliciting a trail of goosebumps in his wake. You sit still, breath held tightly in your chest. You’re trapped in between the desire to lean into the touch or run for your life.

It takes you a beat too long to realize he was reaching around you to grab your champagne glass. Cheeky bastard.

You strike out with a sharp pinch to the nerves in his wrist, sending a buzzing pain through his arm. He winces mockingly, pulling his hand back as he slides into the empty barstool beside you.

You keep a haughty expression on your face, deliberately lifting and replacing the champagne flutes in front of you. You are looking straight ahead, knowing that if you pretend to ignore him it’ll only piss him off more. Your lips twitch with amusement, feeling his glare burn holes in the side of your head.

It feels gleeful to see him squirm, and so you make an elaborate meal out of taking a drink of your champagne. You swirl the golden liquid, observe the bubbles, and savor your long, slow sip. After you gently set the glass back down, you use a cocktail napkin to pat your lips dry. You open your clutch to pull out a compact mirror and lipstick, when Tangerine exclaims-

“All right-”

He leans in close to you and slides his hand under the bar top, pressing a blade to your side, tucked into you and facing the bar - from behind anyone would think you’re just having an intimate conversation. You freeze in place, hardly daring to breathe.

“I don’t appreciate you taking the piss, love.” He says, voice rumbling, low and mean. He digs the blade in, making sure you feel it through the thick boning of your dress’ corset. You can’t help the shiver that runs through you; a potent mix of fear and headiness at being this close to him after so long.

“But, it’s so easy to work you up. And you’re so cute when you’re pissy.” You match his volume, keeping yourself as still as you can while you smirk up at his furious glare.

You haven't got a fucking clue where you stand with Tangerine, and it makes you feel like you’re playing with a live wire. As far as you know, he’s only just found out you aren’t dead. As far as you know, the last time you saw him, he'd just sold you out and left you for dead. He’s unpredictable in the best of circumstances and you have no idea what he’ll do.

He exhales through his nose loudly, and the muscles in his neck all clench - he’s utterly enraged, and you know you’re poking the bear. You know. But you want to push him to his limit, fuck up his night and his money as thoroughly as you can - you want to rattle him.

You can’t help it, watching him try to reign in his rage is just too fucking funny and your smirk widens into a grin, taunting.

You’re reaching out for the livewire even as it sparks.

Lightning fast, Tangerine moves his free hand from the small of your back to the back of your neck. Before you can react, his fingers thread through your curls to lock onto the roots at the base of your scalp and he pulls - hard.

You gasp in pain and surprise, tears springing into your eyes at the sharp pain. He holds you in place like this, and he’s still subtle enough that from behind he just looks like your lover caressing your neck and playing with your hair.

“Cunt,” You hiss out, trapped between his unyielding grip and a knife at your belly. You see the way his mustache twitches at that - he likes to see you squirm, too.

You look down at the hand pressing a knife into you and glance at the the ostentatious gold watch on its wrist. It confirms your hunch - time’s just about up, and you really need to wrap this shit up. You cut to the chase.

“What do you want, Tangerine? How much do I have to pay you to fuck off?” You say, grinding out the demand as he keeps the iron grip on the back of your head.

He grins, and you catch a wolfish glint of white as a strobe light flashes past. His grip relaxes just slightly, enough to pass as pleasurable in different circumstances.

Not helpful.

“Ooh, that’s right. Wouldn’t want poncy Percy to come back and see us, would we?” Tangerine gives an experimental tug on your hair, and you just fucking know his narrowed eyes catch the way your eyelids flutter before you wince.

“You’re poncy Percy, you twat. He’s William.” You ignore his chuckle, ignoring the way the warm sound vibrates in your chest with want and settling on being fucking annoyed. “So, yes, would you mind, please, pissing the hell off?”

Something in the air between you has lightened, and you finally let yourself relax - you don't think he actually wants to kill you. At least not right now.

You test the waters by moving to pull your head slightly forward out of his grip. He tightens his hold for a moment, and then he lets you go entirely, dropping his hand. You note that he keeps the knife at your side - no trust amongst killers, you suppose.

“Are you still with the Firm?” He asks.

Your eyebrows raise, unable to hide your surprise at the question. This question is loaded, and you swallow hard - throat suddenly dry.

“Yes.” You nod once, forcing yourself to keep his eye contact.

Now Tangerine knows that the Firm knows you’re alive. And, of course, they handled your faked death. He knows you didn’t do it to get away and start a new life, like you always said. He knows what you’ve done.

He watches you with sharp focus and he asks you-

“Drop the contract.”

You’re unafraid of the knife at your side, but terrified of the piercing blue eyes holding you in place.

“You know I can’t.” Your voice is quiet, but you can hear the plea in your own words. He knows now you’re still at the Firm - he knows you complete your assignments. There is no other option.

You see the slightest softening in his body language, so you decide to push your luck.

“You owe me, one, anyway. For Joburg.” You say.

His nostrils flare and his mustache twitches in a way that lets you know he thinks you’re dead wrong and you fix him with a hateful glare.

“After Joburg?” You press, finally leaning into him and slipping your hand down to where his is holding the blade.

You know you’re running out of time, and you feel as breathless as if you had just fought him to the death. His hand is clenched hard around the handle of the knife, and he feels as unyielding as stone. His hands are as achingly warm as you remember, practically radiating heat under your own hand.

He’s quiet for a long moment, and you can feel the muscles in his arm flex and unflex. He's arguing with himself, you know, and you can only hope that he lands on ‘letting you live’ in his deliberation.

You let out a long breath of held tension as he pulls his hand away and tucks the blade in his waistcoat. Before you can open your mouth to say another word, he’s standing and straightening his jacket.

He’s fiddling with his cufflinks and staring off into the middle distance. You feel a wistful pang, watching him - closer than you ever thought you would get again, but he's still a million miles away.

You would give anything to be able to read his thoughts in this moment.

He finally looks at you, and you catch the same hardening of his demeanor as he turns to business. Your chest feels cold, you know he's shut you out - maybe for good now.

But, he's Tangerine. So he's unpredictable. Adaptable.

“Ten minutes lead, usual rules.” He speaks so casually, like he hasn’t invoked a shared past that you hadn’t dared acknowledge. Your mouth hangs open, shocked, and he smirks - happy to throw you off.

“I imagine your Prince will be here any second. You’ll need the head start.” He’s as cocky a bastard as ever, you think.

Tangerine glances in the mirrored wall behind the bar to smooth his mustache down and you catch his eye in the mirror. He stills his preening, meeting your stare.

You feel the timid flame of hope spark to life behind your heart and you swear you see something besides hate in his eyes.

You barely dare to breathe, let alone move, lest you break the spell.

“Why?” You croak out, tension making your voice rasp.

Tangerine holds your gaze, and you see him soften - just for a moment, you see a flash of the man you used to know - and then he looks away, like he can’t look you in the eye and answer.

“You don’t know everything.”

He’s already halfway across the lounge, about to disappear into another room, before you can collect yourself.

What the fuck does that mean?

#tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #mine #mineFic #killshot #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine fic #mineTangerine

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Benny saves reader from a zombie

When The Dead Rise (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Ethan has to take his little sister trick or treating, so of course he invites all of his friends to keep him company. Splitting up from your friends to spend time with your boyfriend ends up giving you some scares.

A/N: SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!!! 1, sorry for not posting a story in over 2 weeks, i discovered character ai messaging and became addicted to talking to josh hutcherson’s (i love that man, im so glad hes been getting more attention again, im so sad that he has a gf and is like 10+ years older than me) mike schmidt from fnaf (lowkey wondering if i should try making character chats, i think itd be fun lol). 2, thank you for 1.1k followers!!! It truly means a lot to me! 3, I still have a good handful of requests and i don’t know when they’ll all be finished, so if you’ve sent in a request that i haven't gotten to yet, im so sorry lol. 4, this feels kinda half-assed but enjoy this halloween fic even tho its fuckin november lmao

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“Ethan, hurry up!” Benny yelled up the stairs to his best friend, who was in his room getting ready. “If we wait any longer, all the good candy’s gonna be gone!”

“Calm down, Bens.” You laughed. “We’re big kids; we can buy our own candy.”

“It’s not the same.” He whined, letting you pull him towards you by the lapels of his suit jacket. You fixed his poorly tied tie and smoothed out the fabric of his outfit. Benny wanted to be a magician this year, saying it fit perfectly. He even somehow roped you into dressing up as a magician’s assistant.

Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Unsure of whether it was a trick-or-treater or one of your friends, you grabbed the bowl of candy near the front entrance and opened the door. But the sight before you made you jump, some pieces of candy flying out of the bowl.

“Trick or treat!” Rory snickered behind an ugly zombie mask. It looked like the mask had been melted and worn out.

“Couldn’t you have just dressed up as a vampire?” You asked, letting Rory into the house and closing the door. “You know, with you being a vampire and all.”

“Too easy.” Rory shrugged, taking off the mask. “Besides, scaring the crap out of you is worth wearing the mask.” He grinned, and you smacked his shoulder with an eye roll.

Hearing footsteps come thundering down the stairs, you all turned around. Jane came down in a princess costume while Ethan was close behind in one of his regular outfits. You all booed him and his wardrobe.

“Boring!”

“Didn’t even try.”

“Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”

“Guys, give me a break, okay?” Ethan sighed. It was clear he didn’t really want to go out tonight. Wanting him to at least try to get into the spirit of the holiday, you grabbed a pack of fake vampire fangs from the trick-or-treating bowl.

“Here, you can be the vampire. Now let’s go, or Jane won’t get any candy.” Hearing this, Jane raced out the door, the rest of you hot on her tail.

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It was late at night when you all decided to stop trick or treating. Jane’s candy bag was practically bursting at the seams, and she was worn out to the point where Rory had to start carrying her. He only did it because, due to being a vampire, he was the only one strong enough to haul her around, and she promised to give him some of her candy.

“Wanna split?” Benny leaned down to whisper to you, the two of you slowing down and gradually being separated from your friends. Deciding that they probably wouldn’t mind your absence, you nodded. Benny grinned and squeezed your hand that he had been holding the entire evening before pulling you in the direction of his house.

As the two of you walked down the street, a chill ran up your spine. An October night in Canada probably wasn’t the best time to wear a costume that had a good amount of skin, but when you put the costume on, you had decided that it would be a problem for future you.

Future you was less than pleased.

Luckily, being the amazing and thoughtful boyfriend he was, Benny took off his magician’s cape and tied it around you. He must’ve enchanted it, because you were immediately warmed by the fabric. You clung onto his arm, not missing the proud smile he had when he looked down at you wearing something of his.

“Oh, gosh.” You murmured, slowing to a stop. Benny stumbled, looking around in confusion. Before he could ask what was wrong, you pointed to what awaited you just a few yards ahead.

If you knew that the Whitechapel cemetery would be on your route to Benny’s house, you would’ve gone another way. But here you were, looking at the fog-covered, fenced-up plot of land in front of you, the path that went through it looking less than inviting. Given you and your friends’ track records with supernatural and dead things, you were weary of spooky things, such as a cemetery at night. Tonight being Halloween didn’t help much.

“Come on, N/n, it’s okay.” Benny cooed, pulling you along. “Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, squeezing his arm.

“I’ll protect you, babe.”

“Oh, great, so we’re both dead.” You half-joked, and Benny gave you a fake offended look.

“Rude.” You got to the fence, and you paused again. Benny looked back and sighed; it was as if he could read your mind before you protested. “Going through the cemetery instead of around is the quickest way home, Y/n. We’ll speedwalk.”

After a deep breath, you nodded, and you both ventured through the graveyard. You clung to Benny as if your life depended on it. For all you knew, it did. The aura surrounding you as you walked spooked Benny a bit, but he did his best to put on a brave face for you.

Before you knew it, you were almost at the other side of the cemetery. Relief filled you as the fog faded just enough to show you the exit.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” You say, a pep in your step now. But for some reason, Benny pulled on his cape that was around your shoulders. You looked back in confusion.

It wasn’t Benny, you realized. Because he was standing next to you, not behind you.

Behind you was a hideous, groaning creature that looked like it had been decaying for years. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it had crawled out of one of the graves you and Benny walked by.

“Zombie!” You shouted, making Benny jump. You tried to run, but the creature’s decaying hand had a death grip on the cape you were wearing, the opposing forces almost choking you.

Benny grabbed the string that tied the cape around you and somehow ripped it apart. It was probably the sudden adrenaline that gave him the strength to do that and then pick you up when you were finally free. Tossing you over his shoulder, Benny ran out of the graveyard while you both freaked out about what you saw.

Over your squeals and shouts, you didn’t hear the laughing that came from the place you were fleeing from. The zombie dropped the cape and ripped off its face, revealing a cackling Rory. But his laughs were suddenly cut short when he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. Realizing that being alone in the cemetery was becoming too creepy for him, Rory sped away.

When you reached Benny’s house and called your friends, you told them all about the terrifying encounter you and Benny had with the dead. During your storytelling, you didn’t notice Rory having a slight grin on his face the entire time.

#agaypanic #benny weir #benny weir x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire x reader

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simmancy · 7 months

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Happy Spooky Season, pumpkaboos!

Here’s what’s happening this month / going forward on simmancy-dot-tumblr-dot-com.

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜! 👋

Hi there if you’re new! My name is Kit, I am 32 now, this is my simblr, I am active on and off. If any of that bothers you, unfollow, it's okay! If you're here because I posted a mod list or a random piece of CC you like, then I have good news - I do those things occasionally! When I am actively posting, I usually dabble in gameplay. I don't do much storytelling anymore because... well, I don't have the time!

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 🍬

I have SOME stuff I've been poking at in my ~spare time~. I love Simblreen, it's the best time of the year imo and it's just... a tradition. It's a tradition. So I'm going to try 🤞

I have been writing out a mod list centered around occults/spooky gameplay at least. So that's seasonally appropriate????? If you have a mod list request hit my inbox because I still fucking LOVE WCIFs and that's a sort of WCIF.

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 🎃

This year (and likely going forward), I'm going to try to use my blog to showcase the community. There's SO many cool things in the ts4 tag!! So I've been scouring it at the dead of night to refill my queue 👻 That's what you can mainly expect this month. No CAS challenges, no CC challenges, just some creepies and kookies from others around simblr.

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 🌕

Hi regular followers!! I’m so sorry if you've been here a long time, because I don't have much updates on my ~classic~ gameplays and saves and they just...... won't be. For a while.

Not So Perry... I have a bit of Gen 4 but I haven't played in a whiiiiile so. I might revisit that/redo/we'll see.

Star x Crossed is indefinitely on hold - I will probably revise how that was posting because the full episodes just aren't possible right now. I might do it more as like... an edit type thing, where the edits tell the stories or whatever. It SUCKS because I had really big hopes and dreams for that save and instead I... had a child.

The Nobel ABCs will return because I have 10 generations done in game. I just need to queue.

Maggie's Wonderful Life WILL eventually be done LMAO. I'm hoping to get back into that save soonish. I LOVE farming gameplay! So I want to play/finish it. I had about half of the introductions shot before I got distracted with other things and then... well. yeah.

New saves? When I manage to play, I play a lot of newer saves LMAO. Mostly because when I have time right now I need... something easy.

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 🔮

I decided I like doing this once a year Simmancy Newsletter during my favorite time of the year. Halloween remains the BEST season, and there's also no guarantee I won't drop off the face of the planet again.

Obv the main thing is that, as previously stated, I had a baby. A whole ass baby. She's now 3 months old, and she is so much in the best way. We're currently teething and if you're like "Kit that seems a bit early," you're absolutely right but this is the lot I've drawn in life. She likes to be sat up, and stood up, and to talk to the Baby in the Mirror. She also is obsessed with trees and the cat. I know new moms are annoying and I'm absolutely that annoying new mom, I literally cannot shut up about her and therefore make my sims blog also about her.

I go back to work next month and I'm absolutely dreading it. Can I just be a sim and have someone press motherlode for me? Please?

Otherwise, there's very little in Kit World. The past 6 simblr years remain wonderful, and I've met some of my best friends on here. I go between BG3 and Sims when I have game time (which isn't a lot because Baby Simmancy is increasingly awake and mobile). I WISH I had more time to hang around here but maybe in a year or so.

Anyway, that’s my update of the year. Happy spooky season everybody! I hope it’s a good one!

Stay safe & spooky out there!

#blog update #kitkat chitchat #'i will be putting that baby in a pumpkin' sound #yes i am continuing to use my simblr to also update you on my child

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epersonae · 7 months

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fic etc (new version!)

[update March 21, 2024]

These days I'm writing fic for Our Flag Means Death.

Longfic

I have three finished long pieces, in order of connectedness to canon:

Hungry for love, ready to drown (T, 33K) - a Stede POV retelling of season one starting with episode four, lots of missing scenes (so much with clothing but also wound care! dream sequence!). My love letter to canon; I watched those episodes so many times in little bursts to really absorb the writing and acting, and I'm very proud of the results. Goes well with S2 prep, if I may say so. Will probably definitely most likely get a sequel, but it's taking me a while to figure out how to approach it.

the devil's threeway (E, 30K) - Ed POV, starts with a pre-canon encounter with Jack and (non-canonical) Anne Bonney, follows up with a post-S1 meet-up with Anne and (also non-canonical) Mark Read, and then a somewhat unusual reunion with Stede. Includes the fic where Ed would not. Stop. Crying. There is a reasonably likelihood that I will write something similar or equivalent with the canon versions of Anne and Mary, but it's still marinating.

for the benefit of all the broken hearts (E, 62K) - the not RPF but not not RPF that is maybe the best thing I've ever written in any medium for any reason: a fix-it fic for the gorgeous and weird Water Flowing Underground, told from the perspective of the unnamed second wife. My exploration of the aftermath of tragedy, the possibility of repair, and varieties of love. Read the tags, read the author's note, read WFU first (or don't, I'm not the boss of you, and I do know someone who read them out of order and still enjoyed it), but please give it a shot. Posts tagged #carlita coded content are related to this work, sometimes very obliquely. There is also a follow-up fic of missing scenes, end up several worlds away, that still has one chapter remaining (I SWEAR I'm going to finish it), and a short sort of non-linear AU, back on my beat, that explores some alternate endings.

Some favorite shorter pieces

I have begun to long for you, a "mutiny against Izzy succeeds" canon-divergence AU

nice either way, my contribution to the Beard Discourse

Commit to the Bit, modern AU blackbonnet engagement and wedding

Season 2 and post-S2 fic

I spit on your grave - post-S2, Stede and Ed have a serious conversation, starting with how Ed didn't "happen" upon Stede being gut-stabbed, and going some tough places from there

lost and found - post-S2, featuring beach comber Stede and those cake toppers

Through the storm - the crew of the Revenge between episodes 2 and 3. slow and creepy!

in case I never make it through to where you are - bad ending AU set at the end of 3. MIND THE TAGS, it's a rough one.

Other stuff

Occasionally I post OFMD fic recommendations, which started as a weekly thing but, you know. They are still posted in sets of five on Fridays, when I do them, and tagged #five fic friday. (There's no particular system to my listings, just stuff I like that's not PWP.)

Not fic: I am doing a little project where I make/recreate recipes that I have written down but haven't made in a long time (or ever) - that can be found under the tag #food as play. Includes my rewrite of the 40 Orange Cake Recipe!

I have also written a lot of fic for The Adventure Zone, my favorite being The Reckoning Arrives, a 77k fic in which Lucretia, Taako, Merle, and Carey go looking for Kalen.

I wrote quite a bit of my TAZ fic with my late spouse Ryn (@taakovapes). Ryn died in September 2021; here's the post I wrote the week they died. I often post/tag about them and death and grief. (See tags #not all exits are made equal, #[grief dab], and #posts I wish I could send to Ryn in particular.)

#about me #my fic #my writing #ofmd #ofmd fic #taz balance #hiding this in the tags: it's 'carlita' because she is an amalgam of CRJ and Rita (and tbh neither)#and I learned as little about the latter as possible while I was writing #as I said at a party 'everything I know about Rita Ora I learned against my will'#there's a reason the unnamed wife is tagged Original Female Character

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 1 year

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A look to open up the skies part two: Eddie and Y/N finally have their conversation.💗

GN!reader. Fluff, insecurity (Eddie), crying (Eddie and reader), swearing, intense positive emotions (love, appreciation, holy shit if I don’t tell you I love you right fucking now I’m gonna die vibes), cuddling, kisses, pet names (sweetheart, angel, babe, baby, honey), reader quotes LOTR while confessing their feelings to Eddie in a bid to make him believe.

A/N: I am so grateful and appreciative to every person who supports my writing. It’s my break from a busy and stressful life, ten minutes here and there every day to help me get through the roaring anxiety. I appreciate you all deeply and I do my best to give it back to you with my content.

Summary: Several people asked to see Eddie and reader have the conversation from THIS PIECE - basically, you love Eddie so much it made you cry, Uncle Wayne encouraged you to tell Eddie, and here you both are :)

Special thank you to @magnoliabutters for reading over the first incomplete draft of this fic and literally going paragraph by paragraph to help me with characterisation, dialogue and descriptions. I'm a little scared to post this because I haven't written for Eddie for about three weeks and tbh I probably should be using this time to study, but if I don't do something for myself, I'm gonna go insane in a very very unsexy way.

I hope you enjoy!😭💗🙏

E.M tags: @eddiebunson @hersweetrevenge @sweetpeapod @sabbathsworld @hawkinsroyaloutcast @seidenbros @bakerstreethound @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @gemstone-roses @hellfire1986baby @jslittlebirdie @comfortcharactercraze @heydreamchild @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @ourstaturestouchtheskies

E & W.M tags: @hellfirebabe @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @bakerstreethound @gemstone-roses @sweetpeapod @authorlovers @jslittlebirdie @heydreamchild @comfortcharactercraze @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @ourstaturestouchtheskies

Fic specific tags: @jslittlebirdie @hoeshii @nyrovekyochi @potatos-library @viviminori

People from part 1: @disturbedbeautywrites @comfortcharactercraze @decadentpaperduck @munsonsuccubus @eponaartemisa @epicfallenismine @silky-luxe @jslittlebirdie @lancey-mcclain

Word count: 3, 318.

Previously

"Eddie's got enough'a them walls up, Y/N. Don't you go giving him another." Wayne encourages you, gives you guidance and a light warning, all in two sentences. Only a Munson can pull that off.

Silence lapses again and Wayne finishes his cigarette, stands with a final gentle pat to your shoulder, and goes back inside the trailer. Leaving you with your thoughts and a quiet sense of determination.

You stand on somewhat shaky legs as you follow Wayne; the man sees you coming in the reflection of the glass window and spins at the last second to hold the door open for you. You smile at him in thanks and he nods at you, before raising his eyebrows in a, "now?" gesture. You find Eddie in that look and without thought do you nod. It makes him beam and you feel a deep sense of okay, this is it, settle deep inside your heart.

The final final nail is hammered in when Wayne grabs his keys and leaves for work, giving you a very meaningful, firm nod as he shuts the door behind him, his boots thudding down the steps.

It feels less like the encouragement he gave you a moment ago and more like being told 'enough thinking about it, hon - you're doing this now'; it is no secret to the Munsons that when you get all up in your head, you appreciate being told what you should do, just because you can't make out the trees through the thickness of the forest. The Munsons have taught you so much about yourself without consciously doing so. In many a conversation have you asked one of them - usually Uncle Wayne - why you had reacted to something a specific way or you have shared an 'ugly' thought with them, only for them to tell you that it is normal to feel this way. A boundary has been crossed which you hadn't known you had at the time, or something like that. The specifics barely matter when it comes to matters of the soul and heart; fragile things which must be handled with care.

In short, the Munsons bring you to your own attention and it excites you to spend time with them, wondering what other pieces of the tapestries of themselves and you which you will get to uncover with the hours in their company. Every day brings you something new, it seems, but today it is your turn to bring Eddie something new.

In allowing you to express yourself and your thoughts uncensored, the Munsons have watched you grow and blossom into the person you are, and they are so proud of you for it. Sometimes, you are in the right, and sometimes you are in the wrong. But you aren't ever shamed for it or made to feel less than; Wayne's stern manner and quiet tone of disappointment scares you more than anything else. You hate it when he gets like that with you (it's so very rare; you have to earn Wayne's disapproval. His love comes freely and without conditions) and so you always do your best to avoid disappointing him. Not in an unhealthy way, but he has done a great deal for you and you love him just as strongly as you love Eddie (though the nature of that love did differ between the Munsons), and so you only ever want to give him your best.

This situation is unfair only if you continue to conceal the truth from Eddie. If you don't tell him how you were feeling after this conversation, Wayne will know about it, and he will be disappointed that you had let this moment, this raw vulnerability, slip through your fingers. You want Eddie to feel loved, you want Eddie to be loved, and you want Wayne to be proud of you. Wayne knows this, he knows it, and he has used in the best of ways everything he knew about you to help you to help yourself and therefore, to give his boy everything he deserves and wants but had yet to truly be his. That part of it is in your hands but you have hesitated and so, just like always, Wayne steps up for someone he loves.

Someone really needs to give that man a raise.

Your tears have slowed but they are still there, dripping silently and steadily as you make your way down the trailer and around the corner into Eddie's bedroom. Your hands are visibly shaking and you hold them in front of you, your thumbs rubbing along the inside of your palms as you rejoin Eddie.

He looks up from where he's been lounging on the bed ever since you got here as you enter his room, but the welcoming smile on his face dies as quickly as it's born as he takes in what he assumes immediately to be pain. You have very obviously been crying and Eddie feels a slight pang of hurt that you had left his side when you were hurting. Do you not trust him to comfort you when you aren't okay? Maybe you don't want to see him like that, or you don't want him to see you? What about if -

But before his insecurities really begin to race through his tried and tired mind, an absolute galaxy threatens to split your face in half as you smile at Eddie. It's at total odds to the way tears occasionally slip down your cheeks, dripping sore but in a good way - you never want to stop loving Eddie just like this. The thought of loving Eddie any less than you already do absolutely terrifies you - and the emotional rollercoaster you must be on has Eddie concerned. It warms him, too, for so open are you that you're able to feel and express multiple emotions at once. Not like most others in Hawkins, who are so out of touch with themselves that they drift through their days apathetic to all those small moments, which lead into bigger moments and larger emotions.

Not like most others, who hide themselves away and therefore deny themselves the chance of a real and beautiful connection between themselves and the town they inhabit, the people they live with and around. One cannot silence one part of themselves without silencing all the others. Life must be lived fully and whole-heartedly embraced, Eddie has always believed, and despite all that you have been through, the ugly, the beautiful and everything in between, you do your best to adopt a similar attitude towards life and love.

Of all his little sheep, Eddie loves you the hardest.

He sits up, hands easily reaching out for you. It's so instinctive, so immediate, that it's almost as if his body knows what he wants before his mind does. You're not just smiling, he registers at the same time as he clocks your tears, you're smiling.

Eddie knows what a fake smile looks like. He knows what it looks like when someone is smiling to hide pain, when they're smiling to be polite or when they're smiling because they don't know how else to react. He knows what 'laugh or cry' looks like as an expression because he's seen it looking back at him across his reflection too many times for it to not break his own heart when the gift of hindsight inevitably smacks him in the face. Eddie knows pain and he knows joy and he knows love, limited though its expression has been due to how little of it he's received in his lifetime. Wayne managed to squeeze a lifetime of love into every day; his boy would never go without love again if the elder Munson had anything to say about it.

And he did.

Your smile, the one on your face right now, is nothing like Eddie has seen before. He can see love and sadness co-existing on your face, and it throws him for a loop. You're exuberant, practically glowing as you smile at him, but those tears, oh... Those are sad tears, tender tears, and Eddie can't quite figure you out. Usually, he can clock you with just a sweep of his eyes up and down your body, but this?

You're not masking, you're not hiding anything. Eddie knows when people are being genuine and he knows when you are being truthful, so right now, your face is making it look like you're feeling two opposing emotions at the same time, like a... "What's with the living mask, babe?" His voice is soft, an upward lilt at odds with the way his lips tug downwards at the corners. You practically trip over yourself to get to him, interlocking his fingers with your own as you climb on top of him, getting comfortable in his lap. It's always been your favourite seat, your denim throne, and you know it always will be.

"I need to tell you something, Eddie, and I - it's nothing bad," you rush to reassure Eddie when his dark eyes harden and his body stiffens under yours, you squeeze your grip in his and smile encouragingly when Eddie relaxes under you again, "I just... I'm nervous about telling you because I don't know how you'll take it, and Uncle Wayne said I should - "

Eddie cuts you off instantly, indignant that his dad knew about this before he did. "Wait, what's Uncle Wayne got to d - "

You shake your head, squeezing your grip around Eddie's hands again, "No, Eddie, please, I have something to tell you and Wayne was the only one I could talk to about wanting to tell you, and he says I should, so can you - will you - " you sigh, frustrated, looking everywhere but at Eddie. How are you supposed to talk to him about this when you barely have the words to explain it yourself?

Wayne's words come back to you,"You gotta be brave now. For him. Tell him, Y/N. If not for you, then for Eddie" and you find yourself taking a deep, deep breath, clambering up off Eddie and instead lying down beside him. He's quiet, contemplative, his dark eyes fixed on you. Still trying to figure you out even as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, hands splayed across your back, fingers spidered to touch as much of you as he can all at once. The change in position seems to jostle something in your brain and words begin to come to you, drifting gently across the hurricane of your mind.

You're a contradiction in some ways and blessedly predictable in others. But no matter what, you're a person with whom Eddie is well versed, and he will always grace you with the time and space you need to express yourself. You do the same for him, each and every day, and for every gesture of understanding you show him, Eddie does his best to return it tenfold. Even if he's indignant and slightly offended that his Uncle got to hear you out first, got to see your emotional state at its newest and therefore rawest, he's also very happy and relieved that the two of you, two of his three most special people (Dustin being the third, the little shrimp that he is), get on well enough to be able to swap confidences. All he's ever wanted is a family, just like this. Mismatched puzzle pieces which work gloriously together.

"I'm listening, Y/N."

You know that Eddie means it. His voice has a serious edge to it, his arms are tight around you, and though he's nervous, mind racing to try to suss you out, you know that the floor is yours and it will be until you're finished. Eddie is patient, painfully so, and he'll wait for you with the same grace he gives Dustin, who always takes a paragraph to say one sentence which Eddie will have figured out long before Dustin finishes. That's who Eddie is, and he's beautiful.

You shift so that you're lying facing Eddie. He moves so that one of his arms is under your head and the other is around your waist, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. You move so that your forehead is pressed against his. Eddie makes a soft, sweet noise, it's almost an "awh" but it's closer to an "oh", and nuzzles his face against yours, making you smile so tenderly it makes you want to cry again.

"Call me Curiosity because you're killin' me here, sweetheart."

"Then call me Satisfaction so I can bring you back."

Eddie groans at the joke and you giggle, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and just breathing him in as you steel your nerves. Be brave for five minutes, Y/N, for Eddie, just like always. There was a time for joking around and there was a time for knuckling down and being serious. It is something you and Eddie know all too well. So as the laughter fades and you're both high on the sight of the other's smile, you tell Eddie what you told Uncle Wayne.

"I'm... I'm upset at this thing but not... Not necessarily in a bad way, you know?"

Eddie freezes, his body tensing up as he looks at you with a look of concentration. He looks like he's getting ready to be offended but he's still giving you the benefit of the doubt. Uncle Wayne had heard you out and Eddie will do the same. He feels like something important is coming. Something which will both lead you onto a new path. He is cautious and cynical, but he wants so badly to believe.

You're about to take the plunge, and so is Eddie. Different routes to the same place. Together.

"Okay, so," you rush to get everything out as best and as fast as you can, the way Eddie's hackles came up preemptively making you feel like you need to say it now because it's already gone on for long enough. And, really, you want to tell him, you want to explain yourself, you want Eddie to know how loved he is, so you use that panic as well as what you're feeling for the man who has your five senses captivated, surrounded, to catapult the two of you forward into that place you long to take him, for nowhere can you go where he won't follow: the truth. "I..." You draw out the monosyllable as you search for words to explain something you can barely explain to yourself. "I'm not really upset in a bad way, as I said. Like, nothing is wrong. I just... I just..." You shake your head, frustrated as all hell by the fact that you had been able to discuss this with Uncle Wayne, but with Eddie's chocolate button eyes staring at you with his strong dark brows pinched together in concentration, his hands flexing around the duvet underneath him - the urge to run away is so very strong but for you, for you, he will stay and see it through - words are failing you.

The tension is killing both of you, but neither more so than Eddie, who is not a mind reader.

If you don't tell him, he's not going to know.

That thought, of Eddie never truly knowing how much you love him, combined with the cosmic ache Uncle Wayne's words have left in your chest, sends a cold shiver of something down your spine and all of a sudden, everything spills out of you. And you let it, feeling the burden of your heart lifting as you share it with the person you want to grow old with.

"You're just really kind and sweet and good even with all the shit you've gone through and I admire you so much for how strong you are. You know when to pick your battles, you know when to run, you know when to stand your ground, you still try so hard with what you have, you do your best, you give everything you have, but through it all, you're so you and it's amazing, Eddie. You're amazing and I'm not upset, I'm just... I just love you so much and it hurts and I told Wayne before I told you because I didn't know if you would be upset in a bad way when I cried over you and he told me you wouldn't be and - "

Large hot hands seize your face, thumbs spreading to touch the space behind your ears, and two chocolate button eyes look square into yours, the galaxies within roaming until they find what they're looking for; softening into molten pools when they do. You are slightly uncomfortable with eye contact, Eddie knows, and so as soon as he sees you looking back at him, he looks at the bridge of your nose instead. But something compells you to chase his eyes and you're gifted with seeing a smile start small at a corner of his mouth and then spreading like wildfire, until the apples of his cheeks crease and his eyes almost disappear into them as Eddie smiles just as widely, just as genuinely, as you have been this entire time.

"I love you, Eddie Munson. So much and for so many things, but mostly because you're you. That's why I'm so upset - because I love you but it's too much for my body to take and I want you to see how loved and wanted and cherished you are.

Eddie practically chokes on his words, whatever they are, and the next thing you know, he's all over you, hands and lips and hair everywhere as he punctuates his rain of "I love you I love you I love you" with kisses; one confession and one kiss at a time does Eddie return the sentiment wholeheartedly to you. You're overwhelmed, desperately so, with Eddie, and you cling to him as tightly as he clings to you, both of you squeezing, squeezing, and feeling like there is nowhere else you would rather be, no one else whom you would rather be with.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N, please. Please stay." Hushed words against your skin, fingers digging, lips trailing across your collarbone, Eddie everywhere all at once. You nod, not knowing how to say it any more than you already have but still feeling like you want to cry from love, with love and because of love.

Love.

Something which has been missing for the duration of your positive upset today slams into you and you stop to take a second. You haven't commented on any of Eddie's passions, on anything he loves the most, and won't this be a sure fire way to hammer home that you love Eddie for Eddie? To say I see you, I know you and what you love, and I want to share in those things with you, is truly a gift of a sentence. Decision made and words drifting easily across your mind as if they have always been there, a somewhat devious smile grows on your lips, your eyes soft as you gaze at the man you love most of all. "'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.'"

Eddie stiffens, pulls back just enough to look at you, and then he smiles again, he smiles just as you did, that living mask, before he nuzzles down into your body, hugging you to him like you're a pillow. He settles in for the evening, his dark curls tickling the side of your jaw, his body so tightly pressed against yours that you can feel every plane of him. With your truth, with your tears and your bravery have you brought Eddie to the point where there are no words now, there's only emotions. And that's okay, you realise as you stroke Eddie's hair, his back, as you mumble love to him and hear him say it back instantly as his hands grip your hips in comfort and grounding - for which of you, you know not, but it doesn't matter. Some things can't be explained, they can only be felt, and that's just what the both of you intend to do.

Feel and love.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb

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im-immortal · 4 months

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2023 Writing Wrap-Up

I'm a little late this time around since it's already 2024, but I haven't done a writing wrap-up since 2021 and I thought it would be fun to bring back!

So this year, I was on quite a roll for the first half of the year. And then July rolled around and I started slowing down until it came to a screeching halt. Not sure what happened. Maybe it's my ADHD and constantly shifting hyper-fixations to blame. But I gradually managed to come back around just in time to post something for Christmas, which I'm still working on finishing. However, my hiatus doesn't take away the pride I still have for what I was able to write during the year. And I look forward to writing more in 2024! So here's all I managed to finish/get a good start on and post during 2023.

A Kiss For A Drink: 6,740 words; one-shot I actually started writing this back in 2020 or 2021, intended to be posted on Valentine's Day. And then I got a point where I couldn't finish it and let it sit for about 2 years. I finally came back with some inspiration and motivation and finished it just in time to post for Valentine's Day 2023! I'm really happy with how it came out. It was a fun idea that turned into a fun fic with a few laughs included, even if it is one of my least-viewed fics lol I had fun writing it too, which is all that really matters!

Lunacy Fringe: 62,690 words; 8/8 chapters To say this fic suddenly came out of nowhere would be an understatement. I literally got inspired out of the blue while listening to an episode of the Therapy Gecko podcast and the next thing I knew, I was balls deep in a psychological thriller. I actually managed to write it in just over a month or so!! Which is really incredible for me, especially considering I didn't step away from it at all or lose inspiration before it was finished. I'm really proud of how it turned out, and I haven't really told anyone, but I am working on converting it into an original story and possibly self-publishing. It could end up being my very first original novel :) the feedback I got was far more positive than I'd expected, especially considering how I portrayed Beth. I'm overall so so happy with how it turned out!!

Longer Than A Heartbeat: 157,289 words; 29/29 chapters Now this... this fic is one of my proudest pieces by far. I'll never get over how happy I am with how it turned out, and how I was actually able to finish it. For the last few years, every time I rewatched "28 Days Later," I couldn't stop thinking about how it would make such a good Bethyl fic, and how I wanted to convert it into a Bethyl fic that included Rick and Judith. I finally did it!! Technically, I wrote it in 2022, but I didn't completely finish it and post it until 2023. When I say I write for myself... this fic really proves it, because I go back and read chapters from it all the time just because it's so fun and I love how I wrote it. I was also pleasantly surprised by the reception and how people who hadn't ever watched "28 Days Later" enjoyed it! Not to mention, @boltthrutheheart made some incredible custom manips for me that I can never get over!!

hot girl summer (playing by the rules); 167k+ words, 16/30 chapters Ah yes, here she is... the companion piece to the first 3 fics of "in for a penny, in for a pound" that I've been planning/contemplating ever since I did that first fic from Beth's POV for the series. I always wanted to show Beth's POV for all the major moments in the series, and then once I got started, I figured why not go all in and just do her POV for the entirety of the series thus far? It gives a little more insight into how she's feeling, why she does the things she does and says the things she says, and we also get to see exactly what she was doing all those times that Daryl couldn't help wondering about her (because I already knew in my head, but I thought it might be fun to share with everyone else). I also thought it would make the set-up for the next fic a little better, so we could try and understand Beth's motivations better and where she's at in her head. Of course, I got pretty into it and then hit a speed bump and then suddenly, lost all ability to write. It'll come back soon, though. I can't wait to finish this fic and move on to the next in the series, and eventually conclude Beth and Daryl's tumultuous journey in this fun little AU.

Small Miracles; 39k+ words, 6/10 chapters This is the fic that finally pushed me back into being able to write. I had no plans of writing for BHF 2023, and then I suddenly had this strike of inspiration for a very weird idea and decided to go with it and try and finish it in time to post for Christmas. I did manage to finish about 1/3rd of the fic in time, but I'm still writing it and haven't lost motivation yet, so that's a good sign! It's also just really fun and kind of cathartic to do a new exploration of Beth's journey through the eyes of an older Beth who survived Grady, with that fun little supernatural twist added to it. I can't wait to finish this one, because I've had a lot of fun writing it and really look forward to seeing what people think of her entire journey and the way it will conclude.

To everyone who's read my fics, left feedback, kudos, bookmarks, or even helped me bounce ideas off and come up with plans for fics... thank you so much! I appreciate everyone in this little fandom so, so much. Y'all mean the world to me, and I am so grateful that we have this wonderful community in our own little corner of the internet. Happy New Year to you all, and I hope 2024 brings you nothing but blessings!

#bethyl fanfiction #2023 wrap-up #writing #my year in fanfic #SquishyCool

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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 1 year

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There isn't a single thing he wouldn't want to see you in.

Happy timezone! It's Sunday here, which means random post day! It's wild to think that I only started posting my thoughts a week ago, and so many of you actually enjoy the things I'm putting up. I appreciate you all!

Anyways, today's inspiration: Draken and Kirishima.

CW/TWs: Violence, Unsolicited groping (on reader during club story). Other than that, we're pretty tame today.

As always, the full list of boyfriends is at the bottom.

Likes, comments, and reblog are appreciated! <3

You wanna spend your day lounging around in nothing but one of his long shirts? Fantastic.

"Babe," you called from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He waited a moment and sighed heavily, getting up to see what you needed when you didn't answer.

He wasn't expecting to see you on your tip toes, struggling to reach something from the top shelf, with the tiniest piece of your luscious ass sticking out from under the shirt you had stolen from his drawer this morning.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," he said, sliding up behind you and pressing you into the counter slightly, one hand trailing under the crease of your asscheek while he reached for the thing you couldn't grab.

"Gimmie a kiss, and it's all yours," he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

You're all going out with friends, and you want to wear that hot as fuck mini body con dress you haven't found an excuse to wear yet? Put it on, baby. He can fight.

It wasn't how the night was supposed to go, but here you all were. Staring down at a creep who thought just because you were wearing something that made you feel confident meant he had the right to grope you.

Your boyfriend had been at your table, laughing and joking with the other significant others that stayed behind while you went to the dance floor with your friends. He'd occasionally look over, watching with a smirk while your hands were in the air, singing your favorite songs at the top of your lungs.

He knew you could fight your own battles, but when he looked down and saw you screaming at a guy, he was instantly on his feet, making his way towards you with his friends at his back, no questions asked.

"What's goin' on?" He asked when he reached you, an arm wrapping around your waist protectively.

"This stupid bastard thought he could just rub his hands all over me without my permission because I'm out here dancing!" You yelled over the music that was still thumping loudly, the rest of the club oblivious to what was happening outside of your group and this idiot with his few friends.

He was obviously drunk, "Look, man, if I had known she was your girl, I wouldn't have touched her," he laughed, and his friends joined in, "but, honestly, how did you let her leave the house wearing that? She was practi—"

He didn't have the chance to finish the sentence before your boyfriend smashed his fist into the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. Your boyfriend's friends going after the other few guys, taking care of them as well.

A simple touch from you was all that was needed for your boyfriend to stop slamming his fist into the offending man's face, who was now bloody and broken, lying on the club floor.

"You're lucky I don't fucking kill you," he growled before shoving the guy to the ground and standing beside you. His non-bloody hand cupped your cheek, searching your eyes frantically.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low and full of anger.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your perfect lips, "I'm fine. Should we go before you all get arrested? Again?"

Messy hair, leggings, and baggy hoodies? You've never looked more beautiful.

"Sweetheart, let's go!" He called from the front door for the fifteenth time. You guys were running late to meet everyone for lunch. You emerged from the hallway holding a pair of white sneakers.

He raised an eyebrow, "You changed. Again."

"Nothing is fitting right. So, I'm going with old faithful."

Old faithful being a pair of comfy black leggings and a simple black tank top under an oversized hoodie. Your hair was styled in your favorite comfy way that didn't pull too tightly at your scalp.

He loves when you are dressed like this. Comfortable and relaxed. It's how he knew his day would be low-key. How he knew that after you guys returned home, it meant snuggles and coffee on the couch watching trash TV or naps.

He lifted your eyes to his with a finger under your chin when you stopped in front of him, leaning with a hand against the wall to slip your foot into your sneaker.

"You look beautiful," he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You're my boyfriend. You have to say that."

"I don't have to say shit. But I'm going to anyways 'cause it's true, and you know it."

You did. Your boyfriend always made you feel like the most beautiful creature in the world. You could wear a bed sheet (which you regularly do) and be drop-dead gorgeous.

"Wanna cuddle when we get home?" You asked as you slipped on your second shoe.

"Can I be little spoon?" He answered with a smirk.

But, if he had to pick one outfit out of everything? It'd be the one that was reserved specifically for him. Nothing. (NSFW!)

You stood in front of the mirror after your shower, towel wrapped around your body and secured, busy going through your skincare routine when your boyfriend sauntered in.

He stopped and looked you over slowly, his gaze hungry.

You met his eye in the mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"What's up, handsome?"

"Have I told you today that you're gorgeous?"

A faint blush dusted your cheeks and a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.

"You just did."

His hands trailed over your body, unhooking your towel, and you let it fall to the ground. The rough material of his jeans grazed against the backs of your thighs where you were leaning over the counter slightly.

His hands traveled up your tummy onto your chest, where he gently pinched your nipples between two fingers. You sucked in a shaky breath.

"Love you like this," he murmured against your temple, watching your reaction in the mirror as one of his hands traveled down your body. His hips slowly rutted into you from behind, his hard cock evident through the thick material.

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x literally ANY of the Toman boys, Ichigo, Renji, Kisuke Urahara, Kirishima, Bakugou, Hawks, Denki, Todoroki, Aizawa, Kakashi.

Honorable mention: Cloud Strife

This is truly the "if it fits, it ships" post.

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w0lfinsheepscl0thing · 3 months

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1898: Forgetting Their Shadows - Update

Since last May, I’ve been developing an 1899 fic, and I’m as excited about it as I was when I thought of it. However, I’ve been in a writing slump for almost a month and it’s been taking away all my confidence and motivation. But I’m not going to give up on the project till it’s done! I’m mainly active on Instagram, so after I posted some teasers I made for it back in October, mainly because I thought I would somehow finish it soon, I completely abandoned the idea of posting on here till it was done. But, of course, things didn’t go as planned. I really want to keep working on this fic, so, in hopes that it’ll help with motivation, I’ve decided to try and post updates for it here, even if they are small.

But first, I haven't really introduced this project properly! Settle in, because this is going to be a long one…

How I Started the Story

(Feel free to skip this or any of the points to get to the info you want; a lot is rambling!)

In April, 2023, I checked out 1899 and was immediately invested in Ángel (and Ramiro, of course. He just came later). I had no idea what I was getting into when I started the show, so I’ll have to admit, I didn’t think I’d like it at first, and it took till episode three to really get into it. If it wasn’t for Ángel, I might’ve not seen the whole thing through, which sounds crazy looking back on it now! I started to visualize Ángel and Ramiro’s backstory and where they came from while constantly hoping they’d get their own episode, so when I finished season one and found out it was canceled, I was very disappointed. Not only because they didn’t get an ending, but because now I wanted to know everyones’ endings. It was by this point I realized how stupid I was to think it wasn’t worth watching.

Also, at this time, I didn’t use Tumbler and assumed (from an Instagram only perspective) that the community for the show was dead. I also thought the people I loved and wanted to see more of weren’t appreciated among the few people still active in it. I really wanted to see the backstory behind Ramiro and Ángel, so I tried to write it myself. It was… terrible in the beginning. It was written in a script format, the chapters were only 300 words max, and a lot of it wasn’t realistic, but at least it was a start? Over time, though, I figured out I definitely wasn’t the only person who wanted to see more of them, and it evolved into not just those two people, but the entire story of 1899. I’m really glad it changed to that.

What Exactly Is This Story? What is it trying to accomplish?

I’m writing every backstory, then hopefully seasons 2 and 3, but also trying to make them as precise and accurate as possible. They include some of my own twists, as long as they aren’t contradicted by anything already confirmed, but the point is to make it everything the show was to be and more. I want it to have all of the detail and thought that Bo and Jantie put into it, even if it is painstaking to map out. I don’t want to give too much away yet, but just to clear something up (mainly for my own sake), this is my own take on the story and it’s different from other backstory/finishing the plot fics; I’m really trying to make it as different as I can!

So, Where Are You Now With It?

That’s complicated. I thought I had almost everything done for Volume One (Spain), but after getting through a rough draft of Chapter Six, I was gravely mistaken. I decided to take a step back and plan as much as I could, so once Volume one is out, I can almost immediately start on Volume Two, and so on and so forth. However, with so many puzzle pieces, it’s been tortuous to plan. Right now, I think the best option is for me to pick apart everything pre-simulation so I can understand everything that comes next. The main goal is for me to map out anything and everything, so I don’t change things later that ruin everything I already did, then (finally) finish Volume One.

This is going to be a while, but I want this to be as perfect as I can get it. At least it’ll be done this year, and I hope you're able to stick around for the journey :).

#1899 #1899 netflix #🚢#rant post #I know that nobody really needs this information but here it is anyway #perfectionism sucks #I didn't proofread this

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The Mentorship, Part 6

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Parts 5 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 6418

-----Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5----

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

Brinkley felt the aftermath of her evening all through the next day. Curt had been rough, but she loved every second of it. She could almost feel phantom sensations as she walked, making it hard not to moan while walking to the next arena. She planned on keeping a much closer eye on her bag considering the questionable contraband she bought the night before.

She knew Scott was aware she’d purchased something, Curt had at least told her that Scott was the one he saw her first. She worried that because of that, she might be even more of a target.

Scott’s attitude today had been surprisingly helpful. He’d partnered up with her at the gym immediately; she didn’t have to be the last picked or be a third wheel. Working out with him had been fun, he had a surprising amount of energy. Maybe that was because he’d left the bar early to come torture her and was not nursing a hangover.

She couldn’t deny that spotting him might have been what was making her sore sex ache again. He wore a loose tank top that exposed his hairy chest and torso frequently. She had plenty of opportunities to take a look. He also wore fairly short athletic shorts, she wondered if he might just come flopping out of one of the legs.

She was caught staring at that, but by Curt, who only shook his head, laughing to himself while he finished his set on the dumbbells.

She tried to maintain her strength when Scott's hands would touch her for stability or support, though it made her feel a little weak. He was an incredibly motivating partner as well, talking her up, encouraging her, praising her. She ate it all up.

Scott and Curt both carried their own bags to the arena. Scott had offered to carry hers, but she just narrowed her eyes and declined, politely.

She tried out her other outfit pieces tonight, realizing the corset top took a lot more work to do up than just a zipper. She liked the look, but it was different.

“I didn't think it was possible…but your ass looks better in those than the shorts,” Scott walked in behind her as she was checking all angles on the mirror. She glanced back over her shoulder at him smirking.

“For real?” She asked suspiciously, turning back to check her backside profile,”I don't know….”

“Well, I do and I've been here longer,” he sat down in front of a locker still looking at her, “don't argue with me,”

She looked over to see a smirk that matched his playful tone.

“You know you're the opponent tonight,” she said, referencing the schedule posted, “Curt gets to beat you,” she teased, “And I get to help,”

“Sure you're gonna be able to do that? Or you gonna turn on him and get with the bad guy?”

“I don't think you're as bad as you claim to be,” she pulled back some of her hair, letting a few curly strands frame her face before securing the rest.

“Oh I can show you bad,” he stood up and walked toward her stripping off his shirt, “I'll show you just how bad I can be,”

Her stomach tingled as his swaggering, shirtless frame approached.

“What could you possibly have to show me that I haven't seen before?” She stood with her hands on her hips, somehow keeping herself from trembling.

“I know something you ain't seen,” he spoke quieter the closer he approached. A din of voices approached and Scott looked disappointed. She was relieved that at least he wouldn't sexualize her in front of everyone else…and a little excited to think what his next move might have been had they not been interrupted.

In the ring, it was hard not to be awed watching Scott and Curt work together. They clearly knew each other well and worked the match flawlessly. She was so entranced by it that she almost forgot to interfere. Her method was up to her, but she climbed the ropes to sit on the turnbuckle.

Scott turned around, having the upper hand and getting close to putting Curt in his finisher, but let Brinkley distract him. She beckoned him with a curling finger and slowly started to untie her corset. He slowly walked over to her, making hand motions and playing into her tease.

“Doing that for me?” He pointed at himself.

She nodded, “Thought you might want to see more,” she slowed to a methodical pace as Curt regained his composure. Just as her cleavage was teetering on egregious, Curt low-blowed him from behind. Brinkley had to really work to conceal laughing at Scott's animated reaction, but popped back down to the side of the ring just as Curt suplexed him for the win.

Scott took longer to leave the ring, Brinkley waited for him at the stage exit.

“Cute,” he said once he saw her waiting for him with a smug look, “real cute.”

“I know,” she giggled. She did not relace her top.

“I think this look is better,” he playfully yanked at one of the laces that dangled from it.

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Brinkley was excited to get to Milwaukee, it was a bigger town, bigger crowd and would be the first live tv spot of the tour. It was a short drive, so they got to their hotel earlier than normal.

Brinkley didn't mind being left alone. She was able to take advantage of the pool and wasn't relegated to the room. She floated along the surface at first before starting laps, changing up the strokes as she went.

It was probably her favorite activity. She loved being in the water.

Scott watched her from the doorway. She clearly did love swimming and for an amatuer was decent at it. He tossed a towel on a lounge chair and tried to enter the water as silently as possible, treading into her direct path. He was careful to avoid her arms, but caught her as she ran into him. She flailed a little not expecting him. He grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her up out of the water.

Brinkley initially fought off whoever mysteriously turned up in her path, but paused when she recognized the voice.

“Easy there, tiger,” Scott still held on to her.

“Jesus christ!” She took a deep breath to steady her adrenaline “What the fuck are you doing??” She tried to clear the water from her eyes, only to see he was holding her incredibly close.

“You don't own the pool, little missy,” he taunted her, “Thought I'd get in a soak, if that's alright with you,” he asked sarcastically.

“You don't have to ask me for permission…” she held on to his arms to steady herself in the water.

“Oh? Just for the pool? Or for other things?” He tried to stir her up a little.

“What other things?” She heard herself say, surprised by her own words.

Scott raised his eyebrows at her bold response. He felt his shyness creeping in, not as bold when not inebriated.

“That's a pretty big question…I could think of a lot of things,” he could feel the rest of his body responding underwater. If she floated much closer, she might find that out for herself. He couldn’t help glancing at her tits as the edge of the water lapped over them.

Brinkley felt as if she'd lost control of herself as she leaned forward and kissed him. Her heart hammered against the wall of her chest, but relief flooded her when he returned it, and returned it well.

His kiss was firm and his tongue was demanding and he pulled her to him through the water. To hell with Curt's plan, he needed her. He groaned as her legs floated around his waist. If she just sink down a few inches…she'd know what she did to him.

Brinkley felt this kiss differently. With Curt she was nervous. With Scott, she knew exactly what she wanted. He could have pulled his dick out right there in the pool and she'd have been tempted to jump right on him.

His stubble was rough against her lip, rubbing it raw, but she relished the feeling.

“Ooooohh, tsk tsk,” a voice echoed in the pool room and both pushed away from each other quickly, “Naughty, naughty,” Kevin swept one finger over the other, admonishing them.

Brinkley burned with embarrassment as four of the traveling group stood poolside holding their beers, teasing the two in the pool. She felt frozen, not sure what to do until Scott nodded his head in the direction of the pool steps. She didn't wait, anxious to get away from the raucous diatribes. Scott seemed to be taking it much better, perhaps that was the double standard.

She couldn’t wait to get out of there. Grabbing her towel and bolting down the hall to the elevators. She impatiently pressed the button.

“Brink…. wait,” Scott called after her, jogging, still soaking wet. She still pressed the button with urgency, her humiliation starting to consume her more, “don't be embarrassed,”

“That's easy for you to say,” she snapped, “They won't treat you differently, but me? I'm fucked here,”

Scott tried to ignore her double entendre.

“They'll rib you for a while and then they'll move on,” he reached for her shoulder, but she shrugged him off.

“Or they'll always remember me as an easy mark,” she countered, stepping in the elevator as soon as it opened. She tapped the floor number and the door closure button before Scott could think of how to respond.

He hung his head, cursing to himself in frustration.

“What, did we scare her off,” Kevin drunkenly teased, “oh c’mon, like you really had a chance,” he followed up when Scott shot him a look.

“I dunno man, I'm getting a drink,” he shook his head, throwing a shirt back on. No sense in riling his friends up more. Maybe by tomorrow they'd forget, he foolishly wished.

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Brinkley stormed into the room. Ignoring Curt as he was undressing. She slammed the bathroom door after grabbing a handful of clothes.

“Something wrong, Brink?” Curt called out, not sure he'd ever seen her upset, definitely not like this.

“Fuck off!” Was her only response before the shower started. While he was curious to what could have happened to sour her so much and to him, with whom she was usually always content, he was not about to confront her now.

A knock on the door shortly after, Curt assumed was related. Scott was on the other side.

“I really need to talk to Brinkley,” Scott said, looking over Curt's shoulder.

“She’s in the shower,” Curt moved aside for him to come in,”What the hell did you do now, Hall,” he sighed, closing the door.

“I didn't do shit, she kissed me,” he emphasized.

Curt was surprised. She had been forward with him a couple of times…once in particular…but she had been so reserved around every one else. Maybe he wasn't paying as much attention to her as he thought. As much as he enjoyed her private company…it would be better if he could transition her away. He could focus on work and his family like he should.

“How did that even happen?” he said, only just now realizing that Scott had been absent from the hotel's bar.

“I saw her in the pool, jumped in to mess with her,” he foot-noted his plan vaguely.

“Aaaand that made her kiss you? What am I missing?” Curt knew Scott would flirt with her, he'd been counting on it.

“You know how things go,” Scott shrugged off the question, “but then Kev and some of the guys came in and ragged her about it…” he looked toward the bathroom, pondering whether or not just to go confront her.

Curt could read Scott's thoughts as if they were a flashing billboard above his head.

“I wouldn't,” Curt warned, wanting to protect her as much as his investment in his plan, “I'm not just gonna let you guys run up on her anytime you want,” his protective nature came out a bit.

Scott took notice and took a step back.

“Is this more than just…” He made a motion towards the bathroom and to Curt, making an insinuation.

“No. It has not been or will it ever be more than a physical, casual thing,” Curt said flatly, “Doesn’t mean I'm gonna stand by while the locker room shits on her like they do all the other broads,”

“Fine, fine. I hear ya,” Scott held up his hands,”But, man, I wanna talk to her still...tell her how to deal with those assholes,” he looked for any excuse to stay. He also wanted to know why she kissed him. He might have oozed machismo at one point, but he wasn't as confident as one would assume.

“I'll deal with this, I'll talk to her,” Curt promised, “She's gonna be flighty with this,” he knew she was skittish. She would grow thicker skin with time and experience. Neither of those things could be forcibly accelerated, “Not that I need to, but I still talk you up every time the subject comes up,”

Scott still looked toward the bathroom. He heard about every other word from Curt, but nodded along.

“At least…tell her I came by,” he requested, accepting defeat as Curt agreed.

Brinkley emerged from the nearly scalding shower no less irritated than when she got in. She dressed in pajamas quickly, still roughly setting things down and shutting doors.

“Wanna clue me in?” Curt mentioned as she stomped straight past him and flopped on her bed, yanking the covers up high.

“No, goodnight,” she snapped, refusing to elaborate.

“Get the fucking stick out of your butt, missy,” he went over yanking the cover back, “Don't forget who you're speaking to,”

He played the power role, hoping to garner a little remorse from her. It began to work as she sat up with a huff.

“Who? My Daddy?” She crossed her arms across her chest and nearly pouted.

“Watch it,” he pointed a warning finger at her, “or I'll show what a really daddy would do to a girl acting like you are,” he could feel the tension building between them, but it was not negative.

“Yeah right,” she mumbled under her breath, looking down at her lap, “I'd like to see you try,”

She didn't look at Curt when he sat down on her bed, but she did resist at first when he grabbed her wrist. She was no match for his strength though as he pulled harder, laying her quickly across his lap. She squirmed a little until his palm came down with a swift, but restrained smack in her backside. She stilled suddenly, confused by the sensation and how oddly it had calmed her down. It didn't do much to quell her embarrassment.

“Do you want another?” Curt asked, his palm still resting where it landed. He didn't sound angry and his question felt genuine and non rhetorical.

She paused for a moment to take stock of what she really wanted next. She felt calmer and less rage-filled. She slowly nodded.

Another smack came down on her and she jolted forward a little. It stung a little more, but tingled afterwards. She felt even calmer now, more clear headed.

“Want to tell me what happened?” He left his hand against her. She paused before nodding sheepishly. She slid off his lap and sat next to him on the edge of the bed as she told him what unfolded at the pool.

“So…you kissed Scott? Oughta make riding in the car fun,” Curt tilted his head in thought.

Brinkley hadn't considered that. How could she be so careless?

“It's not the end of the world. You know how to deal with those guys…I taught you that,” he reminded her of the confidence she had, “And I've seen you take what you want when you want it,” he nudged her with his shoulder, “So why let those guys walk all over you?”

“You're right,” she mumbled as soft as she could.

“Excuse me? What was that again?” Curt leaned in closer, holding his hand to his ear. From her sigh, he knew she was rolling her eyes.

“I SAID…you were right,” she said pointedly, taking a big breath.

“That had to hurt for you to say that,” he teased her, his arm slipping around her shoulder and squeezing her into his side. Her head leaned to rest against his shoulder.

“It wasn't fun,” she admitted.

“Well, just remember what I said. And if you ever feel like you need a spanking…you just come find me,” he teased.

Brinkley rolled her eyes again, playfully pushing at him.

“I'll keep that in mind,” she scoffed, laying back down.

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Brinkley felt better in the morning, but still had a bit of apprehension. She considered asking Eddie and Chavo if she could ride with them,but as everyone descended on the lobby, she changed her mind.

Somehow, Scott had gotten sexier. She couldn’t explain it as she couldn't see anything inherently different, but she could barely keep from looking in his direction. At the risk of several of the men saying something snarky about her, she looked for the tiniest excuse to approach him.

She went up to him, grabbing his duffle bag strap off his shoulder and moving it to hers.

“Well thanks, doll,” he had been carrying his own bag the last few days, so he hadn't expected her to offer.

“How many times do I have to grab your ass to get that kind of service,” Kevin said, scoffing at being ignored.

“Maybe that's reserved for her swim partners,” Konnan chimed in.

“Maybe you guys can suck my dick and get over yourselves,” she walked backwards out of the lobby with both her middle fingers in the air.

Once outside she smiled in relief. She heard a lot of laughter and ribbing that now seemed to be directed the other way. She loaded the trunk, catching Curt’s bag as he tossed It to her after exiting.

“Very nicely done,” he commended her, “Wanna sit up front between me and Scott?”

“I mean…I wouldn't say I didn't want to…but I'm not gonna,” she bit her lip as the lobby doors opened and Scott was one of the group to emerge.

Riding in the car with him was no less awkward considering their kiss hung over their heads without either wanting to broach the subject around others…even if it was just Curt. But the stolen glances felt constant, especially when Scott lowered his visor to block the sun, their eyes repeatedly met in the reflection.

As they pulled into the gym, Scott stopped her as they got out, making sure Curt walked ahead of them.

“Still wanna be partners?” He noticed her wide eyed confusion, “You know, to spot each other?”

Brinkley redrew her conclusion quickly as she understood his question now.

“Oh…yeah, I do actually.” She was relieved to not have to go through the ‘pick me’ process, “If it's cool with you,”

“Wouldn't ask if it wasn't,” He grabbed both of their bags from the trunk, carrying them, “I got it, this time,” he winked.

Once inside, Scott shed his shirt and Brinkley tried not to get caught staring, knowing she was under a microscope still after her smart-aleck remark at the hotel.

She didn't worry about too many whispers or comments, her hands were full with spotting Scott, who seemed to be pushing his limits with every lift. He grunted loudly with each rep, his muscles being pushed to their limit. She tried to encourage him on the odd occasion he struggled, but mostly she just watched. she couldn't decide if his hairy muscular chest or impossibly chiseled thighs stole her attention more.

On the surface, nothing between them was unprofessional. But neither could stop replaying the kiss in their own minds and dissecting down every detail. They didn't have much time to individually lament what happened versus what could have been as they arrived at the arena.

The flurry of activity was always heightened at live shows and tonight was no different. With the fans lined up where they walked in, Scott had to hang back while Brinkley and Curt walked in together.

Show runners were always more involved in these nights. Curt didn't need them, usually. He could work a match with an opponent better than these agents could ever dream. They still tried, suggesting she kiss his opponent tonight as a distraction to one up her house show strip tease.

She wrinkled her nose at the idea, but clearly they were only interested in obedience instead of creativity. Why had they wanted her to train if they were only going to have her slut around the ring? She was starting to regret her choices from the show before if it had given the wrong impression to those that controlled her professional fate.

“I'm kind of regretting that whole thing with Scott,” Brinkley grumbled as she and Curt entered the safety of the dressing room.

“You're gonna have to elaborate,” Curt said, straddling a bench and opening his bag.

“Last night,” she huffed as Curt still looked at her, “ at the show, the whole unlacing thing. Should have just pushed him or clocked him from the ropes,” she could think of a thousand other moves now in hindsight. She'd let her personal thoughts get in the way.

“I don't know, I thought it worked,” Curt shrugged, unbuttoning his polo.

“Yeah, but now they're asking me to actually kiss someone. On TV. Live. I've only kissed two people in my life,” she was uncomfortable with the idea, even though there was nothing particularly wrong with Page.

“Jesus, what were you, Amish?” Curt joked, not realizing he had been more than just her first fuck.

“NO. I just was busy with school and sports. It was a small town,” she defended her inexperience, “It was a pretty shallow pool of talent,”

“I don't think Scott regrets it,” Curt looked at her knowingly.

“That's irrelevant,” She stuffed her own bag in a locker after fishing a lock out of it, “What Scott thinks about it has no effect on the fact that I think it should have never happened,”

Curt's silence made her look towards him only to see him looking at Scott who was in the doorway. She felt her stomach drop. However much he'd heard had been out of context.

She had no chance to qualify her words with an explanation as the rest of the traveling crew filed in. She felt sick to her stomach now. She would imagine she'd be devastated if she'd walked in on someone talking about her like that.

Being paged to the gorilla staging area, she didn't have time to try to talk to him now. He'd not looked at her once since then. Having barely laced up her top in time, she helped Curt finish oiling himself and his hair.

“I think he took what I said wrong,” she said as they waited behind the curtain.

“Can you blame him,” Curt popped in the piece

of chewing gum she handed him and took his towel from her.

“That's not helpful,” she was already feeling bad, “For all he knows, I coulda meant everything not just the in-ring stuff,”

“Then tell him that,” Curt's solution was simple, but not easy. She was frustrated by his advice, but had no time to discuss it as his entrance music hit. She flipped herself into valet mode, trading coy remarks as they walked to the ring. She took his towel as always and took her place ringside.

She considered improvising, grabbing Dallas's ankle and he took a bump in response, leaning over the ropes, pointing and yelling at her. She just smirked at him before he was wrapped up by Curt into a 2-count.

She knew Curt would back her as much as possible, but the truth was she didn't have the clout to defy the powers that be. As such, she jumped to the top of the ring apron and gave her best TV worthy ‘come-hither’ stare. Page played into it, but acted resistant at first, walking over slowly as Curt lay flat on the mat.

“I have no idea what I'm doing,” Brinkley said, but made it look like she was saying something much more suggestive. Page played it off with an amused, animated laugh.

“Want me to take the lead?” He asked.

She bit her lip and winked at him, playing up the seductress role aggressively for the camera.

Page walked up to her and grabbed her hair in the back of her head and she began to protest animatedly. Curt started to stir on the mat, pushing the referee out of the way.

Page crushed a kiss against her lips and she feigned fighting him off weakly, trying not to burst out laughing at the absolute lack of anything romantic. She popped off the apron when Curt hit him from behind and he released her hair. She remembered to act offended and mad while she fought the urge to laugh at the ridiculousness. Her lips hurt from the sheer force of him essentially smashing his face against hers.

Backstage though, she couldn’t help complimenting him though on his “technique”.

“Wow…is that how you got Kim? Just buckled her knees with that skill?” She teased, wondering if her lip would bruise.

“Hey, if I brought out the big guns, they'd be wheeling you outta the ring on a gurney. I was being considerate, newbie,” he snapped her with a towel lightly.

“Oh, well, thanks…I guess,” she was grinning ear to ear, but it fell as Scott and Kevin rounded the corner. Scott would barely look at her.

“Nice set, rook,” Kevin said, “Got another notch in your bedpost, huh?”

Curt had already walked past, but looked back at Kevin for the remark. He knew it was derogatory and that Scott had clearly already told him what he thought Brinkley had said. He looked at her, knowing the comment had stung.

“Blame Russo,” she mumbled, her mood changing quickly, “Wasn’t my idea,”

“Sure, sure,” Kev said as they passed, “whatever you need to tell yourself,”

She kept moving, catching up with Curt and following him silently. Her head bowed a little. Scott did not turn back to look at her.

“I would say you winged him,” Curt finally said something back in the empty locker room.

“I didn't mean to…I didn’t know he'd be that sensitive. After the pranks you guys pull on each other, I thought he'd have a thicker skin.”

“With the guys it's one thing. It's completely different when it's…well… a female.” Curt didn't like the way Kevin had spoken to her, but he knew better than to upset the delicate atmosphere of the backstage area, “I've worked a long time with Hall, he can be pretty insecure,”

“So…yet another double standard. Fantastic.” She sarcastically replied.

The next stop was not far, just a short drive south into the north side of Chicago. That meant very little drive time and more free time for the guys to party. Even on good days she wasn't invited; she didn’t expect that to change.

She expected that Scott wouldn't ride with them, but he was waiting at the car when they walked up. He spoke only to Curt, as if nothing was wrong. She didn't bother to look his way from the backseat, instead reading through a wrestling dirt magazine that Curt had tossed back a few days prior. Had she stolen a glance or two, she would have realized that Scott indeed had not forgotten she existed.

“Why don’t you come out with us tonight, Brink?” Curt asked, eyeing her in the rearview.

She was sure she misheard him.

“What? Me?” She didn't know how to take the invitation. And today of all days when half the camp might not like the idea. Scott did not voice his opinion, “I can't even drink…” she reasoned, knowing she'd be carded.

“Cash talks,” Curt countered, “Cash allllwaaays talks. Plus, we know a place that's pretty cool with us. Since we don't have a show until Wednesday now…we get an extra day off. So if you get trashed, you'll be able to recover.”

“You ever drank before, kid?” Scott spoke, surprising her. She met his eyes again in a reflection. She shook her head.

“Not really other than sneaking a beer here and there,” she wondered if he would maybe loosen up a bit if he'd have a few and she'd have a chance to tell him he misunderstood her.

“Watch your drink around this lot,” he warned, sending a shiver through her.

“Jesus, man, are you trying to scare her?” Curt scoffed.

“Warn her. You know how some of these dudes are,” he looked at her once more and she still felt a chill. She hoped he wasn't warning her about him.

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