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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 1 year

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Open Rp

Long time ago, Saphira just got pregnant with her Husband name "Daniel Eric Cartman" Whom She and him got married for 6 years and She was over the Moon that She's going to have a baby But For Daniel, he was a bit excited which made Saphira very Suspicious...Daniel's family is very wealthy and very kind, they've been working under Saphira's Father's Company..She told his parents and hers about her Pregnancy. Cartmans parents is so happy and thrilled about it...but During the 6 months of her Pregnancy, Daniel Didn't even Lift a Finger to help Poor Saphira on her house work and Cooking as well...She was Furious about it...But not only that, he was acting Like a jerk and Ignored Saphira alot..including leaving her home...until on her 6th months..She came home, her stress is horriblly High...but when she opens the Door...She saw Him and His Mistress in bed making love and she gasp and she screams." DANIEL ERIC CARTMAN!!!!" When he was shocked as he got caught by saph...but then saphira's stress went really high got to the point that she blacked out...her shock made her lost her baby....Then Suddenly Woke up from the Hospital...Saphira asked what happen to her baby...Lets just say the Doctor told her that the baby died from her shock...Her eyes is widen..his parents came in and heard the news...She was crying alot..and then..Daniel showed up with his mistress...and he began to try to explain.

Daniel:"Saph..this isn't what it looks like, Please I'-"

*SMACK*...

Daniel:*Holds his cheeks * S-s-saph?

Saph: *coldly* you....You CUCKER!! You cuck me with that Harlot!!! No thanks to you and your Harlot! "My" baby is gone!"

Mr. Cartman: " Son! Is this true!? Did you Cheated On your Good Wife With this Piece Of trash!?"

Daniel: "Oh come on! Its just a Fling! I tried to have a fun time instead of staying with this Nagging Wife!"

Then His father Punched Him right into the balls and He said,

Mr.Cartman: "Watch your Damn Mouth Boy! This "Nagging" wife is a Good Woman For you! and I heard alot of things of what you Did! You didn't even Help your Poor Precious Once-pregnant Wife!? Are you Serious!? She "Was" carrying YOUR Baby in the First place And this is How you treated her!? The reason why you Married Saphira because Our Company is on the verge Of Bankrupcy! and No thanks to you! We Will be Bankrupt!"

Saphira:" Not quite Sir,...My father knew it wasn't your fault...I told him everything..Except the cheating now..."

Daniel:"Saph..please...I'm sorry,, i'll be a better husband, so please don't divorce me! I can do better ju-"

*SMACK*

Saph:*Slapped daniel with a Divorce paper*..I...want a Divorce..and it's too late, I've had it..you've Drive me crazy to the Point and I can't stand you anymore!...I want you out of my life..and you and that harlot will pay compensation and Never showed your face again! and you'll be publicly humiliated By being "Belted" by your father! And I'm going to make sure you'll never Show your face in this Town again!"

3 Weeks later after being Discharged and the Divorce was finalized, The Cartmans Family Moved out along With daniel and His Side piece, Rumor has it that he and his Mistress was Forced to Work under his fathers Company to pay Compensation every day for the rest of their sorry ass life...But as For heartbroken saphira...She was crying and Missed her beloved baby...But the Doctor came before she was discharged has offered Saphira another chance to be a Wonderful mother...So the Doctor told saphira that there was two abandoned Newborn Neko twins, One boy and one girl who was abandoned by their parents..So he offered if she can take them home as their own mother...Saphira smiles and Accepted the offer...She wrote her paperwork and Finally Adopt her beautiful two New born baby Nekos, She was in tears and smiles with her New babies in her arms...and then 4 weeks later..She saw a new Neighbor, She hears he's a Nice handsome Fellow and all....She decided to Make a welcoming gift and She told Siren( her maid) to babysit the twins as she began to make a welcoming basket of treats and all..She comes to his home and began to knocking on the Door and she smiles..She got excited and she said" hello, I'm your next Door neighbor. I Notice that You've Just got moved here so I made you a welcoming baskets of treats." Then She hears the Door opens and Then...

#Open rp #Romance #Drama #Spring #Single mother and the Bachelor

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ineffablemossy · 7 months

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A Message For Hell (1,670 words)

Day 3 of Flufftober / Good Omentober 2023 (thanks to @flufftoberand @disaster-dog for the prompts) Prompts: Wait, you love me? Always have // Hell

This is better viewed on AO3 where there's a workskin for the chat sections, but if you insist on reading it here, well here you go!

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There was a thumping on the door. Crowley sighed and scratched his neck absentmindedly.

“What is it now?” He said. The door squealed on its hinges and the plants shivered. Crowley shot them a cold look. A demon with sculpted textured hair popped through the narrow opening, eyes lowered to the floor.

“Uhh, excuse me Your Lordship, Sir, Mr uhh, Mx Crowley, Sir…” they rambled.

“S’just Crowley, none of that palava!” said Crowley, cutting off the demon. “Eric, was it?”

“Yes, Your…Crowley,” Eric nodded, “there’s a… Um.. a message? For you?”

“What is that a question or a statement? What do you mean message? From whom? ” Crowley drew out the last word. Eric shuffled their feet and lifted their head to meet Crowley’s hard yellow gaze.

“I can’t say exactly, we haven’t read it you understand seeing as how it's addressed personally to you Sir, uhh, Crowley. But it came through on the Minitel you see. And as you know the human network was decommissioned in 2012. The only other devices still connected to this one would be yours, back on Earth, and well you’re here so it can’t be you.” Eric attempted a small laugh that died in their throat. “And the other one is in… Heaven, Sir.”

Crowley rose to his feet in one smooth motion, slamming his fists onto the surface of the black marble desk. His heart raced, hairs prickling up his arms, his mind roiling with thoughts of his last day on Earth.

“Heaven!” He spat the words out. “You’d better bring it here then hadn’t you!”

Eric flinched and nodded their head. They opened the door wider and pulled through a small wheeled trolley with an old beige plastic box sitting on top. The enclosure housed a convex screen, small by modern standards, and a small keyboard attached to the bottom edge. The screen glowed with white letters. Eric wheeled the device to the desk, carefully lifting it up onto the smooth black surface in front of Crowley, who watched every movement intensely. Eric stood back, hands by their side. Crowley glared at them, exasperated by their very presence.

“Yes very good, now run along with you,” he said through gritted teeth, waving them away. Eric squeaked and half ran out the door, clanging it behind them. Crowley collapsed into the chair, letting his body relax. He felt a pang in his chest and closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath. He leaned forward and looked at the screen, covered in one word: ‘ Crowley’ . Somehow it looked like handwritten text, despite the Minitel not usually having that capability. But not just any old handwriting, it was his perfect copperplate hand. The pain in his heart spread, searing into his lungs that squeezed, their cage suddenly too small. And under the bitter pain of rejection and loss, a tiny flame of hope sparked into life. He tapped on the keyboard to open the message and held his breath.

The screen blinked. Then it let out a little buzz and the pale blue cursor hopped along.

Heavenly1941: Crowley, are you there?

The cursor danced on the line below, waiting for a new entry.

“Don’t remember being able to do that on this thing,” he sneered, “maybe Upstairs got an upgrade.” Crowley hesitated, his fingers above the keys. What if this was some cruel trick, from the angels or even his own lot. He had to be careful.

Bentley666: I’m here.

A few seconds passed before a reply appeared.

Heavenly1941: Oh, thank goodness! I wasn’t sure this old thing would still work. Or if there’d still be a connection between us.

Heavenly1941: THEM, I meant them. The consoles.

Bentley666: Seems to be working alright.

Bentley666: Who is this?

Heavenly1941: It’s me. Aziraphale. I thought you might have realised that.

Bentley666: Never good to assume, Angel.

Heavenly1941: Quite, you’re correct of course. As usual.

Crowley could almost hear the angel’s clipped diction through the screen. It seemed unlikely anyone else would know it well enough to imitate. He rested his head back, all the things he’d wanted to say since their parting jostling for space in his mind. In the end, the wound he’d been nursing overtook the others.

Bentley666: What do you want?

Heavenly1941: I want to apologise if you’ll allow it.

Bentley666: You think an APOLOGY will

Bentley666: I mean. What could you possibly want to apologise for? You chose your side. You made it QUITE clear. And you also made it quite clear that I, as I am, as I have always been for the last SIX THOUSAND YEARS, am not part of that side.

Heavenly1941: That’s exactly it, my dear. I was wrong. I was so incredibly, stupidly, ridiculously, blatantly, despairingly wrong. If you don’t mind I have quite a few things to write out, please be patient with me.

Bentley666: Alright Angel, I’ll wait til you’re done.

Heavenly1941: Thank you my dear. As I was saying, I was wrong. It was all too fast. You know how I like to take my time over things, mull them over. Well, I couldn’t and I was still so excited from the Ball and the fight at the bookshop. I felt like I could control the situation. But that was wrong of me, I should never have tried to control you, of all people. I realise now I shouldn’t have tried to control our neighbours and fellow shopkeepers either. I got rather carried away.

Bentley666: You can say that again.

Heavenly1941: I got rather carried away.

Bentley666: You idiot, I didn’t mean actually say it again.

Heavenly1941: I know dear.

Heavenly1941: I suppose I’m trying to say that I know it all sounded awful and I was very hurtful to you. And now I’ve had time to think properly this is what I wanted to say, even though it came out all wrong.

Heavenly1941: You have always shone the brightest of us all, you are singular among all the ethereal beings. When you were cast out, the light of Heaven dimmed, and the strength of Hell multiplied. But mostly, the lot of the Earth improved immeasurably. You were wronged, but it forged you. And our long years on Earth have tempered you, as they have me I now realise. We have both become something other than the angel and demon that we were. And it’s true I already adored you back then, before Eden, before the Fall. But you were not yet the demon who walked the Earth with me. The one who has guided me, helped me, and tempted me throughout all of human history. The demon who I’ve fallen in love with a little more with every passing year, every elicit rendez-vous, every cherished note, every fleeting touch.

Heavenly1941: I will not say I don’t want you to change. Because you have and so have I. And I have loved every part of you along the way and will embrace every change you pursue in the future. What is life if not eternal movement and change? But I do not want you to change FOR me or FOR Heaven. Please forgive me for having said otherwise.

Heavenly1941: There is one thing I said that day which was true and accurate, and that is that I do need you, Crowley. I truly do. All I do is drudgery without you. Please, is there a way we can be together in a way that suits us both?

Bentley666: Wait, Angel?

Heavenly1941: Yes, my dear?

Bentley666: You love me?

Heavenly1941: Crowley darling, I always have.

Heavenly1941: I have one final thing to say but it may take a moment. Please hold.

Crowley sat back from the desk and shifted, crossing and uncrossing his legs. What had started as white hot anger had dissipated, now a light buzzing in the back of his head. In its place, bubbles of relief tried to push through, mixed with a roiling feeling in his stomach. He had felt what the humans called butterflies many, many times with Aziraphale. This felt like the butterflies were as big as seagulls, and a hurricane was blowing them around inside him. His hands shook and he felt tears running down his face, creating tracks down his neck to his shirt collar. He took a steadying breath and swallowed, then something appeared on the screen.

On the dark screen a white square appeared. The group of pixels shifted to an approximation of a person, with two arms, two legs, and a halo above a head. Mouth open and brow furrowed, he leaned forward in anticipation. The figure moved this way and that, text appearing underneath

You were right You were right I was wrong And you were right

Heavenly1941: Are you still there?

Bentley666: I’m here Aziraphale.

Bentley666: Can you meet me somewhere? London?

Heavenly1941: I’m afraid not. I’ve had to find a way to contact you privately, secretly, if you see what I mean. I think they’d notice if I left.

Bentley666: Right, I’m coming up. Where are you?

Heavenly1941: Do you remember that storage cupboard in the stairwell?

Bentley666: How could I forget? Right, I’ll join you there.

Heavenly1941: Thank you! I have some Ideas to sort all this out, but I’d really like to hear yours.

Heavenly1941: I can’t wait to see you Crowley.

Bentley666: Don’t think I’m letting you off so lightly. You’d better be prepared to repeat all this to me in person. So I can watch you squirm. And you are doing the Dance. PROPERLY.

Heavenly1941: Oh, I’ve missed you, you foul fiend!

Bentley666: So have I. I’ll be up in 10 minutes.

Heavenly1941: Wonderful!

Bentley666: Angel?

Heavenly1941: Yes darling?

Bentley666: I love you too.

Crowley flicked the off button and lept from the throne. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt his cheeks ache from his wide grin. As he swaggered through the corridors, every fibre pulsing with energy, confusion spread among the lesser demons. Seeing someone happy in Hell was a first for them all.

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biaswreckingfics · 1 year

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Business or Pleasure? - Part 2

Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Female Reader, Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader

Genre: CEO AU, Fake Dating AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None

Previous Chapter

After the painfully awkward meeting you were witness to, there isn't much else for you to do at the office. You've already reorganized your bare desk twice, and now you're just sitting here waiting for something to happen. The clock feels like it's inching through the day, and your eyes rove over the cubicles that you can see. Their owners - thankfully - quit staring at you sometime between lunch and two in the afternoon.

The office door behind you opens, and you sit up a little straighter in your seat. Mr. Lee glances over at you as he closes his door and gives you a polite nod.

"You did well on your first day," he compliments you. "I have a feeling this is going to work out swimmingly."

"Me too, s- Mr. Lee."

His lips slightly purse together like he's trying to fight off a smile, and he nods. "Since I'm heading out for the day, you can take off too. Have a good night."

You mumble out a "you too" as he walks away from you, but your mind is stuck on the fact that he doesn't want you to use the word "sir". The more you think about how he doesn't want you to say it, the more the word is ready to pop out of your lips, and you have no idea why.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you grab your bag and stand up from your seat. With one last glance at your desk, you push your chair in and make your way toward the exit. Once you reach the elevator bay, you find Changmin and another man waiting for it.

Changmin looks over in surprise. "Hey! We meet again. Are you taking off for the day?"

Nodding, you say, "Mr. Lee left early, so he told me I could go."

"Was your first day as horrible as you expected it to be?"

"Thankfully, no," you flash him a smile. "Turns out I will live to see another day."

"Glad to hear it," he responds before turning to face his friend. "This is Mr. Lee's new assistant."

Realization dawns on the stranger's face, and he turns toward you with a wry smile. "Congratulations on surviving the day."

"Thank you! I'm thinking a celebratory drink at the bar down the block?"

Changmin's eyes widen. "Yes! We were just heading there actually. Care to join?"

"Sure. If that's okay?" You look at the unknown man and smile politely.

"Oh geez," Changmin shakes his head before indicating his friend. "This is Chanhee. We work in the same department."

As you introduce yourself, you take in Chanhee's delicate features. He's very pretty with full pouty lips and soft, round eyes. There's an air of indifference that surrounds him. It should be off-putting, but it draws you in for some reason.

"It's nice to meet you," Chanhee replies. "Hopefully, you'll be here longer than the last few."

Changmin quickly wacks him in the arm, and Chanhee shrugs. "Well, am I wrong?"

"No, but you shouldn't say it."

"Don't worry," you interrupt the pair. "Eric already let that cat out of the bag."

The elevator finally opens in front of you. The three of you step on, along with a couple of others that trail in after you. Settling in for the long ride, you, Changmin, and Chanhee strike up a casual conversation about the work day and other people in the office.

Two floors down, another group of employees get on the elevator. Only this time, Changmin and Chanhee immediately start harassing one of the men that join you. At first, you're surprised, but the man takes it good-naturedly and gives it right back to them.

Silently watching as his plump lips pull into a smile, you feel mesmerized by him. His black hair falls carelessly over his forehead, allowing slivers of skin to peek through, and his eyes twinkle in the elevator lights. The elevator lights. Who looks good in that type of lighting?

You look between the three men, think about Mr. Lee, and then wonder where the hell Lee Tech found all of these attractive people to work for them? It feels like you're standing in the middle of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog.

"Oh, Sunwoo!" Changmin glances over at you. "Meet Mr. Lee's new personal assistant."

Sunwoo's eyes fall on you, and you're wholly unprepared for the way it makes you feel. You flash him a nervous smile - thankful you can remember how to do that - and let out a quiet hello.

"Hey." His voice rests on your skin, but it's nothing compared to the way his eyes trail your body before finding your eyes again. "Mr. Lee, huh?"

"Yeah," your voice comes out sounding a little weird, so you clear your throat. "Sounds like I have my work cut out for me…"

When you quickly glance over at the other two, you see them sharing an eye roll. The look should hint to you that they've seen this interaction a hundred times, but you don't care. He's an attractive man. So what if you fall all over yourself when it comes to him? It's not like you're looking for a relationship or anything. Maybe you're just looking for some fun …and Sunwoo seems like he could be fun.

"Something tells me you can handle it…" The smirk he gives you sends chills straight down to your toes.

Oh, hell yeah… He's definitely fun.

"So…" Chanhee suddenly flicks the back of Sunwoo's head. "You coming to the bar with us?"

Sunwoo glares at Chanhee while rubbing his head in annoyance. "That depends… Are you going to the bar?"

He looks at you as he asks the question, and you swallow. "Yeah… figured I'd see what it's all about."

Sunwoo hums, causing Changmin to mutter, "For the love of god."

Not wanting to drive away two potential work allies and friends, you pull yourself away from whatever spell Sunwoo and you are weaving and ask Changmin about the bar. From the corner of your eye, you see Sunwoo watch in amusement before he allows Chanhee to pull him into a conversation.

The rest of the elevator ride is uneventful, which may be a good thing. It's your first day after all. You don't need to be starting anything with anyone just yet.

You're relieved at how easy it is to fall into a comfortable pattern with Changmin and the boys. They're easygoing and seem to like just having fun. Admittedly, you could use a bit of fun in your life.

The elevator dings as the door slides open. Since you're at the back of the elevator, you wait for everyone else to get out, and you trail behind. When your group walks through the lobby and passes Eric's reception desk, Sunwoo calls out to him.

"Yo! You're coming out tonight, right?"

"Obviously," he responds before rolling his eyes. "But I'm not off the clock yet."

His gaze trails your group sadly. You can almost see the internal war waging behind them, but he tamps down on the urge to say screw work and head out with the rest of you.

When his eyes land on you, they light up. "Hey! New girl! Happy to see you're still here!"

"Does he usually fire people on their first day?" You question now that he's the third person to say something.

His face grows serious. "I've seen it happen."

"You can tell her all about it later," Sunwoo tells him while throwing his arm over your shoulders and tucking you against his body. The suddenness takes you by surprise, and you look down at your feet to make sure you're not about to trip out of shock or something.

He forces you to walk to the exit while Eric yells back, "Real smooth, Sunwoo!"

The man beside you snickers but keeps his arm around you until you enter the revolving door. Once you're through, you meet the other two outside, and the four of you begin the trek toward the bar.

Glancing back at the building, you can't help but think about how much of a whirlwind today has been. You're almost positive you experienced 90% of the emotional spectrum in just one shift at your new job. Though, you know once you settle into a routine you'll get a handle on everything.

"So, how was working with Mr. Lee today?" Changmin asks, turning and walking backward so he can see your face. "I've never had the… privilege."

"You know, it wasn't really bad." You think over the day. "Actually, it was pretty good… He was nice enough, and I didn't get yelled at for anything, so I'll take it as a win."

"Did he smile?" Chanhee asks over his shoulder.

The question seems ludicrous, but as you think about it, you realize that he never really did. There was a lifting of the corners of his mouth, but no, not a smile.

"Nope. Not that I recall."

He mutters "figures" as they all come to a stop. You stop right before running into Changmin and glance up at the building next to you.

The elegant script of the bar's name scrolls across the awning above the sleek modern door. Two giant windows allow you to peek into the establishment, and you can get a sense of the style inside. Fancy, yet homey, which makes sense considering you're smack dab in the middle of the business district. It can't look like a normal neighborhood bar, or else it wouldn't fit in with the flow of skyscrapers and businesses around it - insert eye roll here.

You follow the three guys inside the warm building, winding a path through the tables that must be familiar to them. A couple of people throw out greetings as you make your way to the back, and the three take turns informing you who each person is and what floor of the building they work on.

Once you stop at an empty round table, you each pick a chair. A part of you is pleased when Sunwoo pulls his seat a little closer to yours, but you're careful not to let it show on your face. Changmin plops his jacket on a chair and makes a beeline for an empty spot at the counter.

The moment Sunwoo puts his arm on the table, leaning his head against his hand and facing you, Chanhee makes a sound of disgust. "Can't you wait five minutes before you try to talk her into sleeping with you? I, at least, need a drink in my hand before I witness this train wreck."

Sunwoo shoots Chanhee a glare like you're not supposed to be aware of his game plan. An amused smile makes its way onto your face. You've encountered Sunwoo's type before. The guy who sees something he likes, plays with it until he gets bored and then moves on to the next shiny object. You're well aware of his intentions, and it doesn't bother you. Ever since you were hired, you've been stressed about this job. It'd be nice to be played with a little bit, and Sunwoo looks more than ready for the task.

"Ignore him," Sunwoo turns to you. "He'll be more fun by the second round."

Before Chanhee can retort, Changmin sets down four drinks, pushing one toward each of you. The colorful liquid sloshing sound inside of it tells you it'll be fruity, and that's perfectly okay with you. Changmin raises his glass, and the rest of you follow suit.

"To your first day, and hopefully many more!"

Clinking your glass against the others, you bring the drink to your lips and take a sip. A mix of fruit and alcohol overwhelms your senses for a moment, but you find the drink is good enough to take a regular sip.

"Can we stop acting like it's doomsday around here?" Sunwoo asks after taking a giant swig from his beer. "You all act like he's the devil incarnate."

"That's what I said!" You exclaim, much to his amusement. "I even heard someone call him a mob boss."

"Clarke," Changmin and Chanhee simultaneously say.

Sunwoo rolls his eyes. "So, he's powerful and throws it around. Sounds like a dick to me."

"He's not a dick, though. That's the thing." Changmin notices Chanhee's raised brow and amends himself. "Okay, yes. He has his moments, but he also seems like he just cares about the company, which makes complete and total sense."

Chanhee's quiet while he mulls over Changmin's words. Then, he nods. "So, he's dick adjacent?"

Changmin slams his hand down on the table before he points at Chanhee. "He's dick adjacent!"

When a few people at the tables next to you look over at the shouted words, you cover your mouth and look away. Sunwoo drops his head to the table, probably trying to pretend he's not with the rest of you, while Changmin gives them a sheepish smile.

"Dick adjacent," he quietly explains, his hand moving left to right to punctuate his words. The people at the other tables look away awkwardly, causing you and Chanhee to burst out in laughter.

A moment later, someone comes weaving through the crowd and stops at the table. You all look up to find Eric already waving at the bartender for a drink before he drags an empty chair from a nearby table and drops into it, letting out a loud breath.

"I'm finally free, and I am ready to get absolutely smashed!" He smiles happily as a bartender comes by and drops a beer on the table for him. He grabs the glass, takes a big greedy gulp of the sloshing liquid, and looks around the table. "So, what'd I miss?"

"Apparently, Mr. Lee is dick adjacent," you supply.

Eric purses his lips together before he nods. "I can see that."

"Can we talk about something other than our boss?" Sunwoo asks, a bored expression clear on his face. "He's not a fucking unicorn."

Eric pouts. "But I wanted to -"

"Later," Sunwoo cuts him off.

You bring your cup to your lips as Chanhee says, "Sunwoo's too busy trying to get his dick wet."

The liquid spills down the sides of your mouth, and you lean over the table and pull the cup away. Changmin immediately hands you napkins, and you quickly pat your face and chin.

Chanhee apologizes, but the amusement is painfully clear in his tone. Sunwoo stands up from the table, lightly grabbing your free hand and pulling you up with him.

"Let's go get you cleaned up."

Not getting much of a chance to deny, you follow him away from the table. The voices of the other three float after you.

"She barely spilled anything. Why is he being so obnoxious?"

"I told you he's trying to get his dick wet."

You let their words roll off of you, instead choosing to focus on Sunwoo's hand in yours. It's warm, and his grip is tight. For some reason, it excites you, and you're interested in seeing how far he's going to play this out.

He pulls you through the crowd, zigzagging his way toward the back of the bar, where you spot a hallway tucked out of the way. If you're to guess where the hallway leads, you'd probably say the restrooms and the bar's office, but you're not entirely sure how hot and heavy things are going to get in a crowded bar's bathroom…

When he pulls you right past the doors of the restrooms and deeper down the dark hallway, you're surprised. He only stops once you hit the back corner of the wall, where he then turns you around and backs you up against it.

He moves closer until your faces are only an inch apart and your bodies are pressed up against each other. His eyes bounce between yours and your lips, and you lick the latter in anticipation.

"Normally, I'd be a lot smoother than this, but Chanhee's already outed me multiple times, and I respect you too much to act like I'm after anything different," he tells you in complete honesty. "I absolutely want to take you back to my apartment and worship your body from head to toe. If that's something you're interested in, just say the word, and we can leave right now."

His words leave you breathless and surprised. A part of you is genuinely pleased with his forwardness - no bullshit, no games, everything laid out on the table - but the rest of you has already gone to Fantasyland. His luscious lips, dark eyes, and the promise of body worship have you ready to hail a cab.

"Then, what are we waiting for?"

A mischievous grin grows until he ends it by biting his lip. Wanting to get things moving along, you lean toward him, making it clear that if anyone is biting his lip tonight, it's going to be you.

Tagging: @jungkooksworld18 @sungbeam @jenowithjaem @ilovechanhee @maybeifyoutrieddd

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tickly-giggles · 10 months

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Ultimate Masterpost! (Fics and Art)

Heyaa! I'm Giggles, I draw full time and write stories some of the time, so here's a full masterlist of everything I've done so far :D I will update this as frequently as I can ^^

I DRAW AND WRITE BOTH SFW AND NSFW CONTENT! FOR BOTH YOUR AND MY SAFETY, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. THANK YOU!

Few notes for clarification sake:

I don't take art requests often, if at all. Commissions are a definite way to get personalized art from me!

I might take writing requests in the future? But for now, I do not.

Commissions are currently closed, as I'm still working on my backlog TwT but I do have a Patreon that I advertise frequently!

What is open right now?

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Fic requests 🚫

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Sentence starter drabbles ✅️ (Request one from here, pros and villains only pls)

I am multi-fandom, but right now, my obsession is My Hero Academia. I am only taking HC requests/fic requests/art requests/drabbles for the pro heroes, teachers, and villains! I love the classes, but they are quite overdone. I wanna shine light on the characters that don't get too much love in this community :3

Now onto the list~!

Last Updated: 4/22/2024

My Hero Academia

* = Not a part of any storyline

Fics

Feather Ticklish - (Lee!Dabi, Ler!Hawks) During a meeting at the LoV hideout, Hawks notices Dabi looking more down and apathetic than usual. He tries to make him feel better, but when words don't work, he realizes he may need to take another approach.

Watch Your Back (sequel to Feather Ticklish) - (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Dabi) It's been a few weeks since Dabi warned Hawks to watch his back, but nothing has come of it. Hawks decides to go about his work without worrying about it too much (spoiler: he worries a lot) and, during a private outing to the hideout late at night, he runs into Dabi.

Get Some Sleep* (Sentence Prompt Drabble) - (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Dabi) College AU. Keigo has to finish a very important paper in order for him to graduate, but he's having a lot of trouble and refuses to sleep or take care of himself until it's done. Luckily, Touya is there to get him to take a break and sleep.

The Safe Word is 'Tickle'* (Sentence Prompt Drabble) - (Lee!Dabi, Ler!Hawks) Dabi has been tickling Hawks so often since they started dating. Not that Hawks is complaining, but he wants his own chance at revenge! And he gets it, in the meanest way possible~.

When I Find You, You're Dead!* (Sentence Prompt Drabble) - (Lee!Mic, Ler!Aizawa) Mic decided it would be a good idea to play a prank on his sleeping husband. When Aizawa wakes up and sees what he did, he has quite a bit of fun with his punishment~.

Headcanons

Dabi Tickle Headcanons

Twice Tickle Headcanons

Aizawa Tickle Headcanons

Sir Nighteye Tickle Headcanons

Kurogiri Tickle Headcanons

Bubble Girl Tickle Headcanons

Shigaraki Tickle Headcanons

Tickle Fight: Dabi vs Hawks

Tickle Fight: Dabi vs Shigaraki

Tickle Fight: Endeavor vs Hawks

Hawks Tickle Headcanons

Mr. Compress Tickle Headcanons

Art

Wing TKs (Lee!Dabi, Ler!Hawks)

Anticipation (Lee!Dabi, Ler!Hawks)

Muscle/Pose Practice (NonTK fanart of Dabi)

Fuck Off, I'm Playing Pokemon (NonTK fanart of Dabi and Shigaraki)

Wing Stretches (NonTK fanart of Hawks)

Careful if He Gets Loose~ (NonTK fanart of Dabi, barely NSFW, light bondage)

College AU Dabi/Touya Design (NonTK fanart of Dabi)

Sup, Little Bro? (NonTK fanart of Dabi and Shoto, college AU)

Tickle Fight (Switches!Dabi and Hawks)

You Have a Tickle Blog~? (Lee!Keigo, Ler!Touya - Part of my "Keigo has a tickle blog" college AU)

OCs

Bios

Nathan

Andrew

Christian

Eric

Fics

Forgot to Hit Record - (Lee!Eric, Ler!Andrew) Eric has been in more of a bad mood than usual, and his friends are getting fed up with it. Coincidentally, they have to film a "movie" for their website, and Andrew decides it's the perfect opportunity to put him in a better mood~.

Art

Tickle Torture (NSFW, Lee!Andrew, Lers Eric, Nathan, Christian)

Ask for Christian - What pranks have backfired? (Mentions of NSFW activity)

Ask for Andrew - Bust it down, sexual style?

Ask for Nathan - Who do you prefer to be tickled by?

Lazy Day (NonTK)

Ask for Andrew - What tools are your favorite?

Why Do You Sext Like Jigsaw? (NonTK, Andrew and Eric)

Cuties Bonding - (Lee!Nathan, Ler!Eric)

Happy Pride Month - (NonTK)

Dude, Why Are You Crying? - (NonTK, silly animatic w/ Christian and Andrew)

Forgot to Hit Record~ - (Lee!Eric, Ler!Andrew)

Teaching Him How to Bake [wip] - (NonTK ship art of Nathan and Eric)

Four Square - (NonTK art of all the boys, draw the squad meme)

Christian's Mummified Tickle Torture - (Lee!Christian, Ler!Andrew)

Can't Sleep - (Lee!Eric, Ler!Andrew)

Nathan Bunny Slime Sticker - (NonTK art of Nathan with a bunny slime, a sticker for my shop!)

Anticipation - (Lee!Nathan, Ler!Andrew)

#ultimate masterpost #giggles masterpost #cutiechu masterpost

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san-myshuno-er · 11 months

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Quinn: Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. (checks the clock) 9.20... shit, shit, shit!

Quinn: Ow, ow, ow... shit, shit, shit...

Quinn: Oh my God...

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11.05 am

Eric: Ah, look who it is!

Quinn: I'm so sorry, Eric... Mr. Landgraab, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!

Geoffrey Landgraab: Not to worry, Major Roe, I mean... Doctor Roe. Doctor Tanner here has already told me that you have been working a lot of overtime this week.

Eric: That is true. And Quinn is known for staying longer and helping out her colleagues, so we won't hold it against her... this time. (He winks) Why don't you put your things away and then take our patron here on your tour?

Geoffrey: Good idea. And will you entertain my wife in the meantime? Or would you like to join us, dear?

Nancy Landgraab: I would rather open my veins, darling.

Eric: Well, you'd be in the right place for it... but Nancy and I can use the time to catch up instead.

Quinn: So here we go. This is our waiting area, where minor patients wait their turn, and families and friends have the chance to wait for news.

Geoffrey: How practical to have it so close to the front desk! Then they always know what's happening.

Quinn: It's not as ideal for us, since we often don't have any news yet and they see us walking by all the time. But it's the only place where it makes sense.

Geoffrey: Do you often treat patients in the hall?

Quinn: Usually these patients wait for a transport to a different department, but of course they still need care. Hey there, Julio!

Julio Perez: Hey there, Quinn... Mr. Landgraab.

Quinn: Here is our dispensary, usually headed by the charge nurse. Most meds are openly accessible to all medical staff, but narcotics have to be signed out by the charge nurse, even for doctors.

Geoffrey: Do you have a lot of theft here? Especially so close to the door?

Quinn: No. The door is locked when there's nobody inside, and we have a lot of security and staff here at all times.

Geoffrey: You and Doctor Tanner seem to run the department quite well, I must say.

Quinn: Thank you, sir. We are all trying our best here.

Geoffrey: It must be all very different to what you're used to, right? Surely in the crisis areas you used to work in, it was all a bit more improvised?

Quinn: Well. We certainly didn't have some of the medical equipment we have here. So, it was more traditional medicine, if that makes sense.

Geoffrey: Any material you need here?

Quinn: Well... Our X-Ray machine loses its certification next year... and we could offer a lot more prenatal care for the community if we had the right equipment for it.

Geoffrey: I see. I'll see what I can do.

Quinn: Of course we are also a teaching hospital. Here is Doctor Kaminski with one of her students, and I for example will get new students on next friday.

Geoffrey: I should play it up to the board more what you do for the next generation of doctors. Surely they will then also be willing to invest more into the hospital.

Quinn: We'd appreciate it, sir.

Geoffrey: How are you holding up personally? With your physical... restrictions, surely a job here is not all that easy?

Quinn: Thankfully everybody here is always willing to help out. Just like I was promised in my contract, everybody is very accomodating, be it reaching high places, me needing a break... everybody is great.

Quinn: And finally, the trauma rooms. Some might say the heart of the operation here. We treat between 10 and 30 people a day per room over the different shifts in here, meaning in between everything needs to be restocked.

Geoffrey: Ah... I am jealous, I must say. When I was a child, I wanted to either go to the military, or be a doctor. I wanted to work in a room just like this. But my father needed me to take over the company. So it never happened. And you got to live both of my dreams... how exciting.

Quinn: Well. Hopefully you will only ever see this room as an onlooker, and never as a patient.

Geoffrey: But this also means I won't be able to get to watch what you do here.

Quinn: Unfortunately not.

Quinn: Sir, if I could ask for one more, not so small thing: We could really use another doctor. While we have a lot of young, excited people, we lack experience; we're having issues staffing the shifts with people who have done all the procedures we do here.

Geoffrey: And teaching the younger staff to advance is not the solution to that?

Quinn: Not really, sir. It's a question of qualifications, about residents and attendings. Myself and Doctor Tanner are the only attendings here at the moment; Doctor Kaminski and Doctor Perez the chief residents. Other than that, we only have second years, now that Peter Manson left.

Geoffrey: Well, you're right. Since Doctor Manson left, we should have enough in the budget for a more experienced emergency physician. If we'll be able to find someone as experienced as you, as someone who can work while actual bullets are flying, is doubtful though. (chuckles)

Quinn: (mumbles) Jesus fucking Christ...

Geoffrey: (rambles on)

Quinn: (quietly) what the-

Eric: I'm sorry, Nancy, I- Ah! Mr. Landgraab, did you enjoy your tour?

Geoffrey: Quite so. I will be able to report to the board that everything is going well, and I can recommend several new purchases for the ER down here.

Eric: Wonderful, wonderful.

Eric: That is good news. I don't have to tell you how grateful we all are to you and your continued support, not just for the ER and this hospital, but also for the Community here in San Myshuno. Now that the winter is coming, we-

Nancy: We are very glad to do our part. But now we must go, mustn't we? Darling?

Quinn: And we should probably go back to work. Lots of patience waiting, Eric... Thank you for taking the time though, Mr. Landgraab.

Geoffrey: We will continue our support, and of course our visits here. Thank you, Doctor, for your time, and for your insight.

Franny: I'm so sorry to interrupt; Doctor Roe, two minors coming in after an MVA, both hypothermic, with lacerations, the older boy seems to be critical. ETA 10 minutes!

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i-donot-forget · 9 months

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Heyyy, how are you doing? I don't know if you still write fanfictions nor if you take request at all but here i am lmao, anyway. If your requests are open because if they're not just ignore this, could you pleeeease write something with eric, my man needs more content because beemov clearly doesn't want to give us what we want, like something where we see how he proposed to candy? Have a nice day, kiss kiss <3

Duality

I really want to thank you, I haven't written for a long time and I had an idea in my head about this moment since I played the wedding episode, it seemed very rushed. I just couldn't bring myself to publish it. Besides, there will never be enough of Eric...

Hey Eric…

Nathaniel… I wasn't expecting your call.

Yeah well… it's not a social call, tell me are you busy?

No, I'm just finishing a stakeout.

It's Amy, she's at the hospital.

A shiver runs up my spine, my muscles tense until I'm completely immobilized, I can't speak.

She's fine, she was mugged, and apparently she hit her head, but she's not at ris-

My hand drops the phone and I step on the accelerator so hard that the car jerks violently forward, in the blink of an eye and I don't know how I get to the hospital, I walk nervously to the counter, my hands are sweating, shit I left the phone in the car… never mind. I ask for her and my voice sounds strange.

Are you Mr. Carello?

N-no…

Are you a relative?

No…

I'm sorry sir… but if you are not the emergency contact or a direct relative I can't give you any information.

I can't reply, I'm in shock, the words don't come out, my instincts are completely off, I don't know what to do. Suddenly a hand lands on my shoulder, some manicured nails belonging to a young woman with short platinum hair.

I'm Rosa, Amy's relative, I want to know how my sister is.

The young woman's voice is firm and determined, I believe her. I step aside helpless and useless, while she is accompanied by the nurse towards one of the corridors.

Eric?

A tall black-haired man with a serene expression approaches me.

Hi, I'm Leigh, Rosalya's boyfriend, why don't we go for a coffee? Rosa will join us as soon as she finishes.

My hands tremble and everything feels… distant, blurry, unreal, I'm completely disconnected from this situation, I don't know what to do, what should I do? The minutes pass and the young girl doesn't come back…

Honey, can you get me a cupcake, please?

We're alone… I clench my fists to control my trembling.

Hi Eric, I'm sorry I didn't greet you earlier, it all happened so fast…. Nathaniel called me and we… we ran…

I look up to stare at her, her eyes are slightly red, puffy, she was crying. Shit…

Amy is fine… She arrived here conscious, but a little confused, she was robbed, her cell phone was taken, she was beaten on the head and thrown against a dumpster….

I couldn't help but visualize every word of her narrative, the tremor in her voice and every gesture that accompanied them.

The doctor wants to leave her in observation tonight, I told them that when someone could come in to see her they should let you know.

I raise my eyes to her abruptly.

Thank you, Rosalya.

It's nothing… Tell me, did you call Lucia and Phillip?

N-no… I, I don't even have my phone here…

And I don't have her parents' number either, what a useless piece of shit you are…

Don't worry, it's nothing, I'll call them, okay?

She smiles warmly and puts her hand on mine before going to her boyfriend, I squeeze my hands together, my elbows on the table and lean my head on my fingers… Shit… Minutes pass and become hours, and the lack of answers pushes my sanity every second a little more….

Eric? We are leaving… Anything please call me, no matter what time it is, okay?

I nod and thank her for everything she did for Amy today, but there's no way to do it justice… Now alone, the minutes pass and become hours again, sometimes fast and sometimes eternal.

Hey…

Na-Nathaniel?

How is she?

I don't know… I mean, she's fine, but I haven't been able to see her yet…. She's in the middle of some exams or so I was told about 3 hours ago.

It's normal…

He sits next to me in silence, not looking at anything special, shit…

Do you want to go outside for a cigarette?

Do you?

Yeah… Why not.

But…

I'll let the nurse know we'll be by the door.

The hustle and bustle of the outside shakes me, I still feel… dazed… I take out and light a cigarette mimicking Nath.

And you… How are you?

I sigh at his question and we both watch the cloud of smoke I let out.

Fine, fine… I'll be better when I can see her…

Ok…

So he doesn't intend to cut himself, I'm almost sorry I taught him how to smell bullshit…

Well… the truth is that I've been standing here for five hours like a complete good-for-nothing.

It's not your fault… You can't do anything right now…

Ok…

She is strong and stubborn…

I know…

So?

I can't answer, it's not… fair to talk about this with him, shit…

What? Now you're going to respect the codes? It's a little late now buddy, don't you think?

It's not necessary…

I still… care for her, that's not going to change, I'm not going to get close to her, but I owe her, a lot. Is the only reason I'm here. And you?

What do you want me to say Nathaniel?

The truth is, for once, I think I fucking deserve it.

Of course you do, but do you really want to do it?

The damage is already done Eric… Nothing you can say will be worse than what Amy already told me.

I love her…

I exclaimed firmly, we were still standing next to each other and I didn't dare to turn in his direction, to look him in the eyes.

Yeah… Me too… What else?

I couldn't do anything for her… And I'm not talking about being her superhero and saving her from the thugs…. I couldn't even call her parents or sign a fucking medical release…. I'm nobody.

Then do something…

His answer made me turn to look at him, he put out his cigarette without looking at me and said goodbye after making me promise to let him know of any news.

The silence in the hospital room is so noisy, she calls me, she talks to me, she tells me that she is not well, her voice is missing, her laughter, her songs, her joy, I can't turn to see her wounded face without wondering if I could have done something to avoid this situation.

What is the problem, officer?

Her weak and tired voice gives me a slight start, I squeeze her hand and I give her a smile. I feel so beat…

Come on… Don't make that face, you should have seen how the guy looked.

I couldn't help but let out a sly snort.

I'm sorry for worrying you…

What? Me, worried? What are you talking about… I wasn't going to come, I told the nurse you could get home on your own, but she insisted… and here I am.

I commented casually without letting go of her hand, her exhausted eyes look at me, I feel her strength drained through the fragile grip of her fingers on mine.

Oh well, if you want… See you at home…

I shook my head smiling, I wish I could tell you that there is nothing in the world that can take me away from your side right now.

How are you feeling?

Mmmm, my head hurts… other than that, I am feeling fine.

She sighed and tried to sit up, I help her, carefully, without rushing.

Do you remember what happened?

It was already dark… I had forgotten to take out the garbage, I came out of the café and saw a huge pile of boxes… I wanted to sort them a little, I heard some guys in the alley, I didn't want to pay attention to them but when they passed by me one of them grabbed my arm, he told me that if I gave him my things they wouldn't do anything to me, I told him to let go and he pulled me hard, the other one took my phone and when I tried to get free… I think he hit me in the face, I fell down… head first against the corner of the counter, I touched my left eyebrow and there was blood on it, after that… I was very dazed, I don't remember how I got to the hospital…

What about those guys? What do you remember about them?

Not much… one was tall, dark-haired and had the right side of his head shaved… the other one… had tattoos all over his neck, I don't remember anything else, he wore a hood… You're not going to catch them, are you? Are you?

No, no… At this moment you are my only concern, but, we have to make the charges.

H-hey sweetie…

Hi, doll.

H-how are you?

Good, good, just finishing a patrol. How about you? Are you home already?

N-no… I… I didn't want to bother you but… I'm at the cafe… I tried to go out to take some boxes out and… I can't, I-I can't do it…

Don't move, I'll come and get you right away, okay? Don't worry, make yourself a cup of tea, I'm on my way, I'll take care of everything… you just try to relax.

I-I didn't mean to bother you… I really tried to get out b-but I can't…

Hey hey… it's okay… I'll be there in a moment, don't worry…

Thanks for coming for me…

It's nothing… Will you stay with me or shall I take you to Alex's?

Can I stay with you?

Sure, you know you don't have to ask.

Thank you…

She answered muffled, cornered in the passenger seat, looking small and delicate…

Here.

Curled up on my bed, she held motionless the cup of tea I prepared for her, her distracted eyes staring into nothingness, reflective, it wasn't hard to guess what thoughts roamed her mind.

Amy… Would you like to go on a trip… with me?

A trip? What kind of trip?

Her face lit up.

Nothing too big… I was just thinking that it's been a long time since I've made use of my vacation and I think we could both use a weekend getaway.

I am honored.

Walking hand in hand along a path surrounded by nothing but nature, I felt like I was in a dream, trying unsuccessfully to remember another moment in my life that was so peaceful… so perfect, her smile illuminated the whole landscape and the energy she gives off, contagious and joyful, drew a smile impossible to erase on my lips… Is this… all this real?

My free hand fumbles in my pocket, trembling, hesitant, anxious, and the secret it hides reaffirms to me that this is not a dream.

I definitely needed this, thank you for inviting me.

It's nothing… It wouldn't be the same without you, you're the best part of the trip….

What do you say, aren't you absolutely amazed by this?

She steps forward and I watch her breathe the nature, explore, contemplate, simply enjoy and her figure melted in the greenery that surrounds us seems to complete the landscape.

Amy…

What's the problem, officer?

She turns to me carefree, bathed by the petals falling from the trees around us. Shit, it's time, I take her hands in mine and notice the suspicion in her eyes, expectant.

You know I love you, right?

I think I've heard you say it a couple of times.

She says with a playful tone, smiling.

I have to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me….

Ok… You have my entire attention.

Our way here has not been easy, but without a doubt you are the best decision I have made in my life, I know I love you forever, I know we have all our lives and I feel this duality…. I am not in a hurry but I want you to count on me, I don't care if we don't live together, I just want you to talk to me when you need to, without thinking that you are bothering me or interrupting me… I want you to know that I am here for you, unconditionally… I want to be your emergency contact, I want to meet your parents… I want to be "us" forever…

Mute, with her eyes locked on me shining with what I hope is excitement, I slide my hand into my pocket where I hope, is the moment my life… our life… begins. I swallow and open the small box revealing the ring inside.

If you want…

Her silence stops my breathing, my heart and time itself, I can't take my eyes off hers in this eternal instant.

Yes Yes I do! Of course I do.

You really do?

Yes! I mean… I love you Eric, and I know that being with you is what I want, I have no doubts about it.

Don't you think that's a bit rash?

Maybe, I don't know. Who cares?

Anxiously I put the ring on her trembling finger as tears escape her eyes.

You still have time to repent.

What? Are you mad? You're stuck with me forever.

Good…

Her arms wrap around my neck, with a soft and gentle touch, just as she can, I grip her waist sealing this unforgettable moment with a kiss that steals my breath away.

#mcl #mclll #mcl fanfic #mcl eric #mcl oc #my candy love #mycandylove #my candy love love life

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thatseventiesbitch · 7 months

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I don't know if you're still taking fic requests, but in one of your recent posts about Jay and Leia's parallels with Donna and Eric, you said that you pictured Eric finding Jay in Leia's bed one morning, like when Bob found him in Donna's room. Thanks to that, I need you to write something like that, lol 😭, only if you want of course!!

ty 🙌🏻

Thank you anon! If you have a request or ask, send it to me here!

"Hey, Leia. I need to hear you up and moving in there."

Eric knocked sharply on his old bedroom door. Now it was Leia's bedroom when she stayed overnight at her grandparents house - something that could be rather surreal to Eric. Unfortunately Leia loved to sleep late, just like he did when he was a teenager. But this morning they had to leave by 8 o'clock sharp to get ahead of traffic getting back into the city. Donna had a meeting with her publisher in a few hours that she couldn't miss.

He put his ear to the bedroom door, listening for sounds of his daughter getting out of bed. He didn't hear anything, though, so he knocked again as he opened the door.

"Leia, hey, you need to wak- WHOA!" Eric exclaimed, stopping dead in his tracks as he realized there were two brown heads on the pillow, not just one.

"Dad?" Leia moaned sleepily. She was sitting up, and rubbed her eyes blearily. She seemed to quickly take in her surroundings, including her half naked boyfriend next to her, and she hastily straightened her tank top. "Shit," she mumbled.

"What are you doing?" Eric squeaked. He sounded angry but nervous at the same time, and partially covered his eyes with his hands.

"Um. Sir - " Jay began. He'd sat up and was searching for his shirt.

"Don't try to 'Sir' me. Not while you're in bed with my daughter," Eric glared at him.

"Right. Sorry, uh," Jay seemed to hesitate, struggling with what to call him instead. "Mr. Forman," he tried again, but Eric cut him off again, agitated.

"Leia. What the hell is going on here?"

"We were sleeping, Dad. Chill out."

"Oh, do not tell me to chill out right now young lady," Eric said, his voice rising. "That's right, you are still a young lady but you're making some very adult choices right now and I - "

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Donna had arrived, her arms crossed. "Eric?" she asked. Then her eyes widened with surprise as she stepped further into the room. "Jay?" She quickly fixed her gaze on Leia, her eyes narrowed. "Leia," she said sternly.

"We were sleeping, Mom - "

"Leia," Donna stood directly in front of her daughter now, and braced her hands on her shoulders. "Don't lie to me," she raised her eyebrows, imploring. "I was a teenager too, you know. Not that long ago. I know what 'we were sleeping' means."

But Leia stood her ground. She kept her gaze locked with Donna and her tone even. "Mom. I mean it, we were only sleeping." She blushed, and cast her eyes downward for just a moment. "We were cuddling. I just like it when he holds me."

"Oh," Donna seemed surprised, and then touched by her daughter's sentiments.

Eric, though, was unaffected by her words. "Uh uh. No. Absolutely no unsupervised cuddling in this house." He crossed his arms. "You know the rules, Leia. No boys in your bedroom. And no overnight guests without permission." He frowned at her, disappointed. "You snuck him in."

"Your dad's right," Donna chimed in. "You broke the rules, Leia. We're going to have a conversation about this later and there will be consequences." She nodded at Jay, who had finally found his shirt and slipped it back on. "Jay, you need to leave."

He gave Leia a long, meaningful look.

“Later, girl.”

“Out,” Eric snarled, pointing firmly at the door.

"And Leia, you need to pack and get ready. We're pulling out of here in twenty minutes,” her mom reminded her. Leia nodded miserably.

Eric and Donna stepped back out in the hallway behind Jay, and closed Leia's bedroom door behind them. As soon as they were out of earshot of both teens, Donna started to giggle.

"What?" Eric sighed.

"It's - it's just - like that Alanis Morissette song," she continued to giggle. "'Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?'"

"Okay - "

"Eric you know you used to sneak me in your room all the time in high school! And we did a lot more than cuddle, didn't we?" she raised her eyebrow at him. He couldn't help but smirk. It quickly evaporated, though.

"That was different," he scowled.

"Different how?" Donna rolled her eyes.

"Because it was - it was us," he sputtered. "And she's too young for - "

"Eric, she's seventeen now," Donna said gently. She rubbed his back. "She's - you know. Doing what seventeen year olds do." She brightened. "But if it helps, I think she really likes Jay." She paused. "I thinks she loves him."

Eric sighed. "No, Donna, that doesn't help. You know why? Because he's a Kelso. And he better not do what all Kelsos do, and break my baby girl's heart."

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somnoflesh · 1 year

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“That’s all for today, enjoy the rest of your evening.” Mr. Emmerich calls the class to a close. The students shuffle out one by one.

“Ah-ah, not you. Stay.” He gestures at a female student, Clarice.

“Oh- uh. Yes, sir.” She nods and walks to the desk, apprehension on her features.

“It’s alright, get that look off your face. You're in no trouble with me.” He laughs and walks to close the door as the last student leaves. Clarice watches close as he locks the door, as he always does when they're alone.

“How have you been, Victor?” He leans against his desk, eyes on his student.

“I've been doing alright…thank you.” His tensed shoulders drop with relief, he slumps forward from exhaustion. “I think so, at least.” He adds.

“Good, good. That's good to hear.” Mr. Emmerich nods his head and smiles.

“But you know, I don't like when you lie to me.”

Victor snaps his head upward, “Huh? I didn't—” Mr. Emmerich interrupts, “You just did. Is it that boy I keep seeing skulking around you? Is he bothering you, at all?” He pesters.

“No- Eric? Are you talking about Eric? No, no. He’s fine. He hasn’t done anything, we just talk. That's all!” Victor pleads, confusion clear in the changing tones of his voice.

Why is he acting like this? Mr. Emmerich’s never been so pushy. Why’s he so worried about his friend?

“You seem so quick to tell me it’s all small talk. Is that all it is? Is all he does distract you from my class?” Mr. Emmerich grips the edge of the desk and scoffs, “I should know what goes on in my own classroom. I know everything. I know everything about you.”

“I’m not sure what you’re implying here?” He takes a step back and vaguely waves his hands around, trying to conjure up thought with them.

“I lie for you everyday, you know.” He pushes himself from the desk and closes their distance.

“I treat you like a young lady in front of your peers. I tell your parents how you’re a good girl for me in class and I’ve no complaints with you. I do that because you asked that I lie. I lie because you want me to. So why are you lying to me, of all people?” His heated words come all at once, Victor can only produce sparse sounds as he tries to say something, but nothing does. It doesn’t feel real. What did he do? What did he do wrong?

“He doesn’t know, does he? That Eric boy. I’m the only one who knows you. I do what’s best for you and your happiness and I would like some reciprocation for all I’ve done for you.” Mr. Emmerich holds Victor still by his shoulders.

“You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you? That’s what you want isn’t it?”

Victor grabs his arms and tries to tug them off but he just digs his fingers into his shoulders harder, causing a wince from the student.

“Please stop it, I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry. So please stop it!” He keeps tugging and eventually breaks the grip and backs away again only to be grabbed again and pushed against the desk. It knocks the breath from Victor, he wanted to scream but he couldn’t feel it come from his throat nor gut.

“Nobody knows you but me, Victor. But maybe they will. I’ll tell them. I will tell your lovely mother & father about your little boy fantasies and see what they think. Their little girl Clarice plays as a little boy with her favorite teacher. What would they think?” He seems to smile again, but it scares Victor. It made his skin crawl. He hits his chest and tries to shove him off as he whines, “You can’t do that! You said you wouldn’t— you can’t do that they can’t know about it! Why are you acting like this? Why?”

“You’ve always been my favorite. You were a pretty girl who loved my lectures and you loved the work. You always listened. Do you know what I felt when you confided in me and only me? It was exciting.” He holds down Victor’s hands onto the desk.

“What? …what?” Victor sputters and squirms, he doesn’t know how to process the words flowing through his ears. He can only ask again and again, why?

“Be still.” He lets go of his hands and presses them either side of the student, leaning his forehead onto his. He can feel the slight cold sweat of Victor’s brow.

“Please. Please leave me alone.” He whispers like a prayer to himself and shifts his head to turn to the ground and shuts his eyes tightly.

Mr. Emmerich takes this none too kindly, though. He slides his hand from a brief touch to his leg to his face to tap lightly under his chin, “Look at me.” He asks gently, at first.

Victor doesn’t listen. Mr. Emmerich grabs his chin and forces him to face him. “Look at me.” He seems to growl out, his brow knitted tightly.

Victor opens his eyes and looks. He can’t stand to look at him anymore. It makes him sick in the deepest part of his stomach and it tightens his throat.

“Good…that’s a good boy. That’s what you like to hear, isn’t it?” He caresses his cheek, his other hand holding onto his knee to push so he can allow himself to stand between his legs. His long uniform skirt rustling and sliding up in small portions. Just enough to make Victor feel a chill run across him.

“I’ll take a kiss just for today. That will be my reward for doing what you want. You can do that much, can’t you?” Mr. Emmerich questions with another light tap under Victor’s chin to direct attention.

“If you’ll…if you’ll leave me alone.” He bargains with him, pitifully.

Mr. Emmerich neither takes or rejects the terms. He leans in and kisses him. Hand grazing from his shoulder to his side, other pressing against the desk to hold himself in place. Victor slides his hands back to keep himself upright, refusing to touch him anymore than he touched him.

Mr. Emmerich attempts to get more than a shallow peck before he knows Victor isn’t kissing him in return.

“Kiss me back. Now.”

He complies.

No matter how ill it made him feel. He couldn’t do anything, though, could he? That’s what drained the fight from him all the more. He’s just a simple girl always meeting with her favorite teacher after every other class. Eric told Victor some classmates thought Clarice was giving favors to Mr. Emmerich for good grades. He assured Clarice he didn’t think they were true, but she could see the look in his eye. Victor could see the look in his eye.

#cw age gap #teacher whumper #student whumpee #teacher/student #cw dubious consent #cw coercion #original fiction #oc #intimate whumper #transman whumpee #cw transmisia #cw deadnaming #male whumpee

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The Day Bikini Bottom Stood Still (SpongeBob SquarePants x The Little Mermaid Fanfic)

Synopsis: After an attempt at undoing the damage he had done to Ariel’s collection, King Triton decides to get his mind off the surprise for a bit until Ariel and Eric return from their honeymoon. So he travels to Bikini Bottom to taste the so called Krabby Patty. Chaos ensues.

As King Triton’s dolphin driven chariot approached the city of Bikini Bottom, he couldn’t think about what he had done. Sure, he had granted his daughter Ariel’s wish to be a human permanently, but that didn’t undo the damage he had done by destroying her collection of treasures. He decided to give the Ultimate apology by repairing them from the ground up- but with a bit of improvising. “Your majesty, we’ve arrived.” Sebastian said as the chariot rolled to a stop. They had arrived at the bustling metropolis that was Bikini Bottom.

But as soon as Triton exited the chariot with Sebastian, The Bikini Bottomites started freaking out at once. A giant merman was in their city; and they predicted that with his trident that he would blow them to bits. “Do any of you know the way to the Krusty Krab?” Said Triton. “Me! I do!” Said a voice. It was SpongeBob SquarePants, walking down the street and the only one to not be afraid of the giant merman in front of him. “For a sea sponge, you surely know a lot.” Triton said as he picked up SpongeBob. “Don’t worry. It’s just down the road.” The sponge said as he hopped down and pointed the way.

At the Krusty Krab, a bunch of alarms were going on in Mr. Krabs’ head. “We have a Code Gold- a VIP guest is just about to arrive at The Krusty Krab!!!” He panicked, knowing that if said VIP guest was not pleased, he would lose the one thing he loved most- money. “Hurry! He’s coming!!” Squidward Tentacles screamed as he threw the magazine over his shoulder. Just then, SpongeBob entered the restaurant, followed by King Triton and Sebastian. “Ya wanna order, big guy?” Patrick Star asked. “Ok. I’ll take one Dr. Kelp.” Sebastian said. However, King Triton thought king and hard, until finally uttering, “I’ll take one Krabby Patty.” He said.

“Mr. Krabs! All he wants is one Krabby Patty!” SpongeBob exclaimed. “Do you realize this, boy?! If he hates the Krabby Patty, not only will I lose money, but he might just blow the place to bits!” Panicked Mr. Krabs. SpongeBob knew EXACTLY what he had to do. He grabbed out the meat for the Patty, the toppings, and the bread buns; and began to cook. Everyone stared nervously as the Krabby Patty began to take shape, only for it to be finally finished and served to the giant merman king of Atlantica. “Here you are, sir! Enjoy!” The sea sponge said as he placed the burger on the king’s plate.

The king took one bite of the Krabby Patty. He analyzed it thoroughly, and swallowed. “Please don’t blow us up, please don’t blow us up, please don’t blow us up!” Squidward worried. “Mr. SquarePants, there is something I’d like to confess.” Triton said as Sebastian finished sipping his Dr. Kelp. “What would that be…?!” Patrick said, worried that the massive king would blow everyone to bits. “This is without a doubt… the best meal I’ve ever eaten!” Triton replied ecstatically. “Whew…!” Everyone said as they breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness for that. I hoped that the fact you’d blow us up would never happen-!” Mr. Krabs said. “I’ve been to ocean kingdoms all over my world and I’ve been served only expensive foods- it’s uninspired and gets boring very quickly! But your food has all the care that should be put into cooking- and for that I love it!” Triton said with a proud smile.

“Whew! And here I thought you’d blow this whole place to bits!” Squidward said, wiping sweat off of his head. “That reminds us. Are you willing to open up a branch store in Atlantica? The Merpeople aka his majesty’s subjects would love to try your menu.” Sebastian replied. Seeing the chance at being a huge source of money, Mr. Krabs gasped and immediately said yes. “Oh boy…” SpongeBob said as he Facepalmed. Mr. Krabs’ greed was practically boundless, yet so was SpongeBob’s passion for cooking the Krabby Patty itself.

The End

#fanfic #crossover #crack fic #the little mermaid #TLM #SpongeBob SquarePants #nickelodeon #crossover fic #Krabby Patty #king Triton #Sebastian #SpongeBob #Eugene Krabs #mr Krabs #Squidward #Squidward tentacles #Patrick #Patrick Star

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ok but what if (more s3 canon div coming uppp)

“eric. I think we should tell the children.”

“tell the children?” eric looks up at victor, confused.

“TELL THE CHILDREN?” harriet screeches before he can explain himself.

well, at least she appears to have enough braincells to figure out what he’s getting at. victor sighs.

“they know about robert. I think we can get them to come willingly.”

“THEY KNOW ABOUT ROBERT?”

(goodness, could she speak a little quieter?)

“Not that he’s in a tank. but the children are quite familiar with his…contributions to anubis house and the school,” eric explains, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “mr. lewis would certainly be easy to persuade, but i’m not sure about—”

“williamson. she’s causing problems in my classes already and it’s only the second day of school,” harriet interjects.

“what on earth is she up to? I certainly hope my son has no part in it.”

“your son will also be the death of me, if i’m quite frank.”

“stop that, stop that,” victor says, rubbing his forehead. it’s like herding sheep that really don’t want to be herded with these two.

seriously, he swears eric was more mature as a teenager than he is now.

“this ceremony is of the utmost importance. we cannot have the children meddling and ruining it before it’s time! surely the easiest way to ensure that is to tell them what we need from them?”

“miss mercer would immediately refuse, and harriet’s right—patricia is unlikely to listen to her elders on a good day, which this conversation you’re proposing would certainly not be a part of.” eric shakes his head. “I’m sorry, victor, but as Seeker I cannot allow—”

“as Seeker, you have no jurisdiction anymore. the Descendents have already been Sook. Seeked. Found. Whatever.” harriet turns to victor. “As Keeper, responsible for Robert’s safety, I must put my foot down.”

Victor wishes desperately he could assign these two detention for all eternity. “as Enabler, I am telling you that the Ceremony will be damaged in some way by November. The children are already aware something is up, with the missing parcel—I’m certain they had something to do with it.”

he takes their silence as agreement.

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“I’m sorry, sir, you have— you want—” Jerome shakes his head, his long hair flailing violently (just as his father’s used to—never a good sign.)

“I’m with him on this one, actually,” Joy says, grimacing to herself as the words leave her mouth. “I’m sorry, this just seems—”

“Is no one here worried about Zombies?” Alfie, who had been sitting in shock until now, suddenly jolts up. “You want us to awaken a dead guy in a tank, something that’s never been done before, and you’re not at all worried that he’ll want to EAT OUR BRAINS or something?”

luckily, patricia whacks him on the head before victor has to. “we have more realistic problems, dumbass.” the glare she shoots victor makes him regret his earlier thanks to her.

“this man left death traps all over this house and made a god so angry he got cursed to live in a tank. not to mention the fact that he has indirectly tried to murder all of us”—she gestures around the group as they nod in agreement—“like three times each. I’m not doing it.”

Victor draws himself up to his full height, towering over the children slumped on the couch before him. “I was not asking for your permission, miss williamson. you were brought to this school, on scholarship, for one purpose only. I’ve seen your grades—why else do you think Eric would have offered to pay your tuition?” he nods at the others. “You will lose your places at this school if you don’t comply. I don’t anticipate that being a conversation you would want to have with your parents.”

with that, he turns and marches up the stairs, leaving the children behind him in silence.

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“Fabian, Eddie, I hope you’re fully-clothed because we’re coming in,” Jerome announces, ignoring the girls blushing behind him. He forces open their bedroom door and marches in. “Victor’s making all four of us participate in some crazy plan, except he doesn’t even know what the plan is or when it’ll happen, so we’re all going to get kidnapped some time soon.” he stops and stares at the Nerd and the Osirian before him. “well?”

“I’m sorry, I’m going to need you to repeat all of that again,” eddie says. “Yeah, me too,” Fabian agrees.

Joy steps in this time and explains what’s going on.

eddie, understandably, freaks out over his father’s involvement in everything. It’s not until patricia says something like “all of us except fabian have problematic dads, get over yourself” that he snaps out of it

“Wait. A great evil. This must be why KT was sent here!” he exclaims.

Patricia looks about ready to commit a murder. “KT was sent here? and you just trust her? she could be working with sweetie and victor!”

“I don’t think so, trix,” alfie says. the others stare at him. “she seems cool!”

“you also said that about—”

“joy, you swore—”

“I’m not going to tell, but I’m just saying—”

“wait, joy, now I want to know—”

“never in a million years, jerome, get over yourself,” joy says, then turns back to alfie. “point is, you don’t aren’t always the best judge of character.”

“yeah, I mean, most of us could tell meredith from the parent trap was evil the minute she came on screen,” patricia adds as jerome cackles next to her. “you’re the only one who thought she was nice.”

“okay, okay, stop,” fabian interrupts before jerome could say something that would make eddie say something that would make alfie say something that would derail this entire meeting. “I think victor’s parcel has the instructions. we’ve just got to decode it.”

“wait, you had victor’s parcel this whole time???”

fabian sighs. this is going to be a long day.

anyway, with ample time to figure things out, they perform the ceremony correctly and the rest of this happens and (mostly) everyone lives happily ever after the end <3

#ok more of like a prologue to another thing. hence the ending alskdfj #house of anubis #my writing

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Tom Goes to the Mayor #20: “Zoo Trouble” | August 14, 2006 – 12:30AM | S02E11

Here's another one I don't particularly like. In “Zoo Trouble”, Tom is working at Jefferton Zoo, which has seen better days. This is largely due to a competing animal park, which is a 3D/Virtual experience that involves getting shook around in a hanging roller-coaster style apparatus. This park is run by Brian Doyle-Murray, who is one of the best guys going, and maybe better than his brother Bill. Also, there's a Gorilla named Michael Davidson that hasn't come out of it's cave at Tom's Zoo, and this factors into the plot when he finally DOES. He befriends Tom and gives him some sort of advice that I already don't remember what it was. It winds up being a scam perpetrated on Tom for some kind of financial gain by the competing animal park.

Notable moments include: Bob as a cashier, doing basically his Droopy voice from Mr. Show (I think he did him once before in season one and I don’t feel like looking it up to confirm that I’m right). Tom saying “My name is Tom Peters and I'm in Zoo Trouble!” in the opening instead of “My name is Tom Peters and I'm full of ideas”, I'm noting this because other than Brian Doyle-Murray's appearance in this episode it's literally the ONLY THING I REMEMBERED about this episode.

The humor in this one is a tad off; it's zany, and in the DVD commentary they call it Zucker-Bros.-esque. They spend most of the commentary doing an extended bit about Eric going to Universal Studios for lunch. It's funnier than the actual episode. There's a wacky ending where everyone turns out to be each other in disguise, which is fine but overdone in the world of comedy. In a similar vein there's also a Benny Hill spoof sequence, which seems like some sort of rite-of-passage for hip comedy shows. Mr. Show did it. UCB did it. If they did a To Sir With Love riff in this I'd scream.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

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Shin Chan (August 19, 2006 – 11:30PM)

Okay: I admit that I don't really know that much about Shin-Chan, but I do remember Adult Swim airing it on Saturdays and Weekdays around this time. I remember Sarah Dyer and Evan Dorkin being part of the English dub writing team. So this will not be a deep dive, but what ever is on this blog?

I usually avoid watching second-run stuff too much because my time is... valuable? No. Scarce? Sometimes! Yeah! It's scarce. So, this show is anime which I don't normally cover, but it's also a comedy which I do normally cover. And I remembered so little about this show (which I did watch at least a couple times) that I actually threw on the first episode to check it out last night. I can't say it made me laugh much, but it's alright. The first joke I remember is a kid saying something like “how come you're so rich? Are your parents doctors, lawyers, or jews?” I chuckled at this, but I don't think I laughed again. That's because every joke on the show is basically like this. Kids naming toys they wanna buy and then the last item is “crystal meth”. It's very joke-driven is what I mean. But, if you like it, god bless ya.

MAIL BAG

You've convinced me. I now like "thanks for caring" and will be using it to end all my messages. Thanks for caring.

This is good to see, I’m glad that I’ve tricked you into liking a bad sketch!

I will have to admit, that I had to look this the JJ Pepper sketch up because I didn’t really remember it well. The part where he brags about driving his car to and from the event was so funny, he puts himself in a cartoon racecar, lol. He is so proud of being an adult

Sorry, can’t get the JJ Pepper sketch out of my head. I don’t think anyone would consider that sketch an “all-time great” on the show and certainly not anyone’s favorite Will Forte sketch on that show. They would probably say “Quilting with Will” or “Lazy Horse Mattress”. I personally like JJ Pepper the best because the character is so needy. It doesn’t rely like on any gross-out or shock humor so it should stand the test of time. I dunno. Why don’t you use me for your next event, huh? LOL!

You had an arcade at the pool? That's awesome, but how did wet kids not get zapped by the machines? What were the best games?

There was a country club in my old neighborhood, which wasn’t fancy at all but it did have a big pool and a snack bar and tennis courts and stuff. I think we went there as part of a grade-school graduation thing? Like I remember the end of 6th grade was the whole class going there. Also I went a couple other times as a guest with a family that had a membership. I remember a Mortal Kombat cabinet and one of those NEO GEO cabinets with four different games in the snack bar. Dude honestly it rocked. This is literally the only place I’ve ever been where “adult swim” was ever invoked. It was Northern California and summers were hot as fuck and pools were always easy to come by at friends or neighbor’s houses.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #tom goes to the mayor

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch: “Survival of the Fittest”

The basics: When a Marine has a seizure, the team investigates a private lab.

Written by: Andrew Bartels wrote or co-wrote "Allegiance", "Zero Days", "The Grey Man", "Humbug", "Fighting Shadows", "Driving Miss Diaz", "Angels & Daemons", "Where There’s Smoke…", "Glasnost", "Old Tricks" "Battle Scars", "Fool Me Twice", "Warrior of Peace", "Reentry", "The Prince", "Smokescreen", "The One That Got Away"/"No More Secrets" two-parter, "Yellow Jacket", "Missing Time", "If the Fates Allow", "Red Rover, Red Rover", "Divided We Fall" and “Genesis”.

Directed by: Eric A. Pot directed “Resurrection”, “Windfall”, “Traitor”, “Internal Affairs”, “Home is Where the Heart Is”, “Forasteira”, “Reentry”, “Hit List”, “The One Who Got Away”, “Kill Beale Vol 1”, “Fortune Favors the Bold”, “A Fait Accopli”, “Imposter Syndrome”, “Indentured” and “Sorry for Your Loss”.

Guest stars of note: Pamela Reed as Roberta Deeks and Natalia Del Riego as Rosa Reyes were both back from “Flesh and Blood”. Dominic Burgess as Herman Cooper, Piper Curda as Lisa Cho, Bobby Hogan as Marine Private First Class James Williams, Cyrus Hobbi as Marine Staff Sergeant Pierce, Jesse Boone as Nicholas "Nick" Embry, Susan Slome as Jordana Hanson and Marcus Antony Brunner as Marine Private First Class Edward Hanson.

Our heroes: Are all over SoCal today - the office, Pendleton, Anaheim.

What important things did we learn about: Callen: Still looking for Hetty. Sam: Jogging against the Santa Ana winds. Kensi: Taking classes at Quantico. Deeks: Trying to balance home life and work. Fatima: Miranda. Rountree: Tackling Marines with ease. Kilbride: Doesn’t envy Deeks’s balancing act.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen: Pet sitting nephew Jake’s snakes. Sam: Not afraid of snakes, just doesn’t like snakes. Kensi: On the East Coast but the house is still a mess. Deeks: Maker of healthy breakfasts. Fatima: Really is a fed. Rountree: Has snack bars in the Land Rover’s glovebox. Kilbride: Doing retirement wrong.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Callen is looking for her in Syria.

Who's down with OTP: Kensi is in DC so Deeks is Mr. Mom.

Who's down with BrOTP: Very bantering Callen and Sam episode.

Fashion review: Callen is wearing a medium blue button-down shirt. Sam has on a long-sleeve black tee while Deeks has on a short sleeve one. A lovely purple turtleneck for Fatima. Rountree looks like he raided Deeks’s closet for is pale blue long-sleeve tee. The Admiral is doing the Admiral – dark blue three-piece suit, dark blue tie, pale blue dress shirt.

Music: Nothing today.

Any notable cut scene: After two straight episodes with an extra scene, none for today.

Quote: Kilbride: “Agent Namazi spoke up on your behalf.” Deeks: “Yeah, well, she didn't...she didn't have to do that.” Kilbride: “No. And to be clear, this is not an apology for what I said this morning. Regardless of personal circumstances, I have to hold this office to the highest of standards.” Deeks: “Right. Yeah, no, it definitely won't happen again, sir.” Kilbride: “Isn't easy.” Deeks: “S-Sorry, what?” Kilbride: “It isn't easy balancing the work that you do here with the equally important work that you do at home. Speaking for myself, I was never able to find that balance and it is my life's regret. I have every confidence that you will.” Deeks: “Thank you, sir.” Kilbride: “I do not envy you.”

Anything else: Deeks is making a healthy breakfast for Rosa – eggs and bacon made into a smiley face, fresh fruit – when Bertie shows up with vegan doughnuts. Since Rosa isn’t vegan and Deeks would prefer she have a healthy breakfast, mother and son debate doughnuts, Bertie living 84-seconds away and Deeks’s preference that she not just show up unannounced. Bertie tells Deeks she texted Kensi about dropping by but since Kensi in Quantico (“you’d never know it with all the mess,” Bertie notes), Deeks didn’t know she was coming. The doughnut conversation devolves into it being odd that former police officer Deeks doesn’t like doughnuts.

As Deeks yells for Rosa to hurry up and get dressed so she can have his healthy breakfast. Rosa arrives in the dining room wearing her pajamas. She tells Deeks she isn’t feeling well. Within a second, she’s running to the bathroom and vomiting.

In the boat shed, Sam arrives after a long run against the Santa Ana Winds. Callen is on his laptop, looking at satellite footage from Syria. He’s looking for Hetty. Sam assures Callen they’ll find Hetty – “we always do.” There is a hissing noise across the boat shed. Lifting a blanket off an object on the coffee table, Sam sees a large tank with a large snake inside. He is not pleased. Callen is babysitting the snakes – they’re Jake’s. As he says he’s bringing them home with him at the end of the day. Callen remember that Sam is afraid of snakes. Sam disagrees – not afraid, just not a fan. Years and years of evolution put that feeling into everyone. Callen’s phone rings – they have a case.

Deeks gets the same call as Rosa is resting on the couch. The flu is going around the school, Rosa probably got it. Deeks asks if she wants anything. Rosa mentions a soup her Mom use to make when she was ill - caldo de res - and how her Mom would run her hand through Rosa’s hair until she fell asleep. Deeks looks like he was slapped. Rosa apologizes but Deeks tells her there is no reason to apologize. He’s sorry her mother isn’t there, sorry he never met her. Rosa thinks her mother would have liked Deeks – except his hair. She would have combed it until it was neat. Rosa laughs – she thinks Deeks would look terrible with neat hair.

Deeks’s phone rings again – it is Rountree. Deeks updates him on what’s going on and he’s just waiting for Bertie to return. Bertie returns with movies to watch and a new shortcut – now just 43-second to the house if she uses the neighbor’s backyard. Deeks thinks that goes on the list of things to discuss. Deeks tells Rosa he loves her and looking at his mother, he tells Rosa “I’m so sorry.”

In Ops, Fatima has video of the Gladiator’s fight – a corps videographer was recording it for a promotional film. Sam recognizes the pugil stick training – he did it with the SEALs. Fatima thinks it looks like fun. Sam assures her it isn’t. Hanson, the Marine who had the seizure, was rushed to the Marine hospital about two minutes away. He fell into a coma and is now suffering massive organ failure. This is the first seizure for Hanson.

Callen wonders if he was exposed to a nerve agent. None of that showed up in Hanson’s blood work – just a cold virus but the cold virus had a specific enzyme – CRISPR-Cas9 – that is used for gene editing. The Admiral arrives saying that a specific flu was introduced to a member “our armed forces”. The SecNav and Joint Chiefs are all aware of this case – it is their highest priority since this could be the first attack by a genetic weapon.

Deeks arrives, worried that the virus that Hanson was exposed to could be contagious. Fatima and Rountree assure him it is not. The virus itself is rather harmless. What it did was deliver the CRISPR “payload”. They are not sure what genes were targeted but the doctors see that Hanson’s immune system is failing. Russia and Iran have interest in gene warfare while the Chinese used CRISR to alter human embryos.

What worries Rountree is that CRISPR technology can be ordered on the internet legally. A person would need to know a lot about genetic medicine to make anything work. Which makes it odd that if someone is smart enough to create this virus, why test it on Private First Class Hanson and not a general or an admiral. Kilbride arrives for the last word, unnerving Rountree, who says the Admiral is different – he’s retired. If he’s retired, Kilbride thinks he’s doing it wrong.

With Callen and Sam arriving at Camp Pendleton to investigate, the Admiral wants Rountree to speak to Hanson’s mom – she’s just arrived from Indiana to be with her son. Fatima is going to go through the last week of Hanson’s life to see how he could be exposed to the virus. As for Deeks, the Admiral gives him a good dressing down for being late. Then he’s assigned to work with Rountree. Rountree tries to explain that the Admiral has been busy with the Pentagon all day – probably didn’t hear about Rosa being sick. Deeks isn’t interested, they just need to work.

In Camp Pendleton, Callen and Sam speak with Hanson’s Staff Sergeant. Hanson has been struggling to keep up and the Staff Sergeant feels that maybe the seizure was his fault – pushed Hanson too hard. Callen assures the Staff Sergeant that the seizure had nothing to do with the exercise. With the entire squad having to go through a blood test, the Staff Sergeant is worried about his wife and their new baby. Sam tells the Staff Sergeant that there isn’t an immediate threat to anyone but Hanson.

Callen asks for info on Hanson’s prior week. The Staff Sergeant can hand over all of Hanson’s assignments and training but his free time was spent with his roommate, PFC Jimmie Williams – they’re best friends. Hanson was one of the few guys on base with a car – a Camaro and a loud one – so everyone knew when he was leaving the base. Williams always travelled with Hanson. The night before Hanson’s seizure, Hanson and Williams left base. The Staff Sergeant doesn’t ask where his men go if they leave the base – just as long as they’re safe and reasonably sober when they return, it is all good. As Callen and Sam check out Hanson’s bunk, the Staff Sergeant goes looking for Williams to meet with Callen and Sam.

Deeks and Rountree meet Mrs. Hanson outside the Marine hospital. She’s upset – it is difficult to see her son in such a state. She’s surprised NCIS is there to see her – “Eddie” had a seizure. Rountree explains they are investigating why her son had a seizure. Sitting with her, Mrs. Hanson tells Deeks and Rountree that her son was a good boy, called every Saturday at 9AM. She was so proud when he joined the Marines, just like his father. Eddie’s father died in combat. The weekly conversations were about general things including crypto. Mrs. Hanson is into crypto but Eddie wasn’t until recently. She helped him set up an account.

In Hanson’s bunk, there are a lots of bottles of supplements, car magazines and photos with pretty young woman. Sam notices there isn’t a phone and Hanson’s car keys are gone. The Staff Sergeant arrives – Jimmie Williams is AWOL. Security footage has the Camaro leaving the base about an hour ago. Deeks called with the info about the crypto accounts for Hanson and Williams – Callen wonders if the two men were paid in crypto to bring the virus onto the base, thinking Williams may have gotten greedy and is looking for the money for himself. Security video shows Williams going north to LA.

The Admiral is furious on the phone – he wants a helicopter over the freeway between San Diego and Los Angeles looking for Williams. Fatima arrives – Williams was last seen exiting the freeway in Anaheim. Looking at Hanson’s crypto account, he was paying $2,000 in coins to a Xander Yost who lives in Anaheim.

Deeks and Rountree go to Yost’s home but the door is unlocked. There is blood on the handle. Rountree sees Williams in the backyard as he tries to flee the scene. Williams tells Rountree “I didn’t kill him” after Rountree slams him to the ground. Rountree agrees – Hanson isn’t dead. In the house, Deeks finds Xander Yost with his throat cut in a deep freezer. He’s definitely dead.

As Yost’s body is being removed from his house, Deeks is on the phone with Rosa, who is still quite sick. Bertie takes over the call – Deeks’s DVD player isn’t working. This is news to Deeks since they don’t have a DVD player. “Then what have I been shoving my DVDs into,” she asks and Deeks is done. Rountree arrives. The time of death is about two-hours ago, just when PFC Williams was leaving the base. He’s not the killer. Castor is picking up Williams to take him to the boat shed while Deeks and Rountree stay at the crime scene.

Fatima said it was hard to find info on Xander Yost. He dropped out of med school He opened his dark web business, XY Apothecary, where he makes home-made gene therapies, including one to build muscles for $2,000 – what Hanson paid Yost. With Hanson and Williams struggling to keep up, they were likely using the gene therapy to improve their strength and stamina. This isn’t terrorism, they’re trying to enhance themselves. But that doesn’t explain who killed Yost and made Hanson sick.

In interrogation, Williams explains he and Hanson were trying to be better Marines. They found XY and did some shots. They were getting results until Hanson got sick. When the Marines ordered blood tests for the squad, Williams had a panic attack. Thinking he might die, Williams took Hanson’s car to Yost’s home. Sam notes that Williams also took Hanson’s phone. Without facial recognition, Williams couldn’t open Hanson’s phone but if it was in the car, it automatically gave access. Explaining he wasn’t stealing either the car or the phone, he was going to Yost for an antidote but Yost was already dead. Williams ran because he thought Rountree was the killer.

There was nothing in the house connecting Yost to a gene therapy business. Williams suggests talking to Yost’s assistant. Williams didn’t know his name, but he was a young man about Williams’s age. The assistant gave both Hanson and Williams a Fitbit-style monitor to wear after their gene therapy treatment.

In Ops, Fatima and the Admiral review the monitor. If either Williams or Hanson were suffering, the monitor would report it. Checking into the monitors, they were bought in bulk by a company called Open Source Bio, a community lab in downtown Los Angeles. The Admiral knows about these type of labs – bio-hackers/amateurs using chemical and biological tools unchecked. Fatima thinks their goals are noble – making access to medicine easier. While some of the people involved may have noble goals, Hanson is in the hospital for a reason. Kilbride wants Fatima and Rountree to infiltrate the lab. Deeks will be running things from Ops.

Rountree is happy to be back in the Range Rover – he always has snacks in the glovebox. Well, not today, Fatima has the snacks. Neither of them had time for lunch. Fatima has a hard time accessing the building until she sells herself as Miranda – British accent and all – trying to start her own kombucha business. One of the lab partners, Lisa, lets Fatima in – the woman has an RFID chip implanted into her right hand and magnets in her left.

Fatima asks about the lab’s security – Lisa explains they have a lot of chemicals and interesting projects that need to be protected. They also do community projects like making vegan cheese and insulin. The lab is even FDA approved. Many of the members of the lab, including Lisa, are diabetic. They are taking the power away from Big Pharma. Fatima is introduced to the group, including Herman, a human cyborg. Using cybernetic implants, he is attune to radio waves and accuses Fatima of wearing a wire, of being a Fed. Rountree runs from the Range Rover to the lab’s door.

Herman is sure Fatima is a fed even as the others look at both Fatima and Herman oddly. Herman’s previous lab was shut down by the Feds after they though he was making anthrax and sarin. He orders Fatima to take off her hijab. Lisa calls him out – totally out of line. Fatima admits she is wearing an earpiece – it is her earwig. As Miranda, Fatima claims she suffers from hyperacusis, noise sensitivity but would turn off the earpiece if it upsets Herman. Herman likes the idea, Lisa does not – they wouldn’t make Herman remove his antenna.

Lisa has to ready a shipment of insulin. Fatima can walk around the lab and talk to anyone about her project, except maybe Herman. Taking a quick photo of Herman, Fatima sends it to Rountree, who forwards it to Callen and Sam. Maybe Williams will recognize Herman as Yost’s assistant.

As Callen feeds Jake’s snakes, Williams is shown Herman’s photo but he doesn’t recognize Herman. Sam tries to jog Williams’s memory – did the assistant have tattoos, anything that would identify him. Williams remembers a Copperhead motorcycle – Hanson thought it was cool. Callen and Sam call to Deeks in Ops, who admits he’s a fish out of water there. Deeks finds the motorcycle’s owner Nicholas Embry whose license goes back to a closed homeless shelter. Embry also owns a van that was ticketed in a public parking structure.

Fatima asks Herman about his heart monitor – her friend “Nick” was using one just like Herman’s. Herman knows Nicholas Embry, who left Open Source Bio after they did not let him use CRISPR technology. Embry stole a lot of stuff before leaving, including the heart monitors. Herman still thinks Fatima is a fed.

Callen and Sam pull up along Embry’s van. The van locked but the motorcycle is missing. Deeks provides a warrant so Callen and Sam break in. Embry is living the van and has literature about using a bio-weapon to get rid of anyone he deems genetically inferior. Using Yost’s business, Embry experimented on the “weak” PFC Hanson. When it worked, Yost figured it out so Embry killed him. Deeks sends Embry’s work to Fatima – they need someone to review it. She wakes up a napping Herman and admits in her normal voice, she is a federal agent. “I hate being right all the time,” Herman tells her.

Reviewing Embry’s work, Herman figures out that CRISPR didn’t introduce any new virus, it just took the simple flu virus and changed it to make it lethal. Embry is diabetic. Paying for insulin has been difficult in his life to the point that he almost killed himself by rationing his medication. He was suicidal after that. With Lisa out making deliveries, the concern is that the lethal flu is in the insulin.

Callen and Sam find the Open Source Bio van. Embry is holding Lisa hostage. Sam fires a bullet over their heads, causing Embry to drop his knife. With the magnets in her hand, Lisa is able to take it. Sam puts Embry in handcuffs.

In the office, Deeks is packing up his gear. The Admiral comes up behind Deeks. He asks about Rosa, saying that Fatima spoke up on Deeks’s behalf. Deeks didn’t think Fatima needed to do that. The Admiral tells Deeks he isn’t apologizing, just wants Deeks to know he has to hold the OSP to the highest of standards. The Admiral talks about balancing work done in the office with the important work done at home, admitting he never found that balance. “It is my life’s regret.” But the Admiral has every confidence that Deeks will, though he does not envy Deeks doing it.

In the boatshed, Callen and Sam are sharing a beer. PFC Hanson has stabilized. Callen notices the snake - Houdini - is gone. Sam leaves – Callen is on his own looking for Houdini.

Deeks arrives home. Rosa’s fever has broken but she’s exhausted. Deeks is too – he felt so torn all day. He wanted to stay with Rosa because she’s lost so much in life but he has a job and that job included getting yelled at for being late and being punished by working in Ops, “which I’m not built for.” He tried to Google the soup Rosa’s mother made but couldn’t even spell it. Deeks is grateful for Bertie living 43-seconds away so she could watch Rosa and take care of her. They hug. Bertie notices he’s hot and starts taking care of him too.

What head canon can be formed from here: The case of the week was interesting and well done. I thought Deeks’s reaction to the Admiral’s dressing down was interesting. He wasn’t there to defend himself or get sympathy from his Fatima and Rountree. Instead, he did his job. There is the generation divide between Kilbride, who didn’t have paternity leave or bring your kids to work day, and Deeks who probably was glad his father didn’t have either paternity leave or bring your kids to work day.

Deeks wanting to Google caldo de res and not being able to spell it shows where he was with taking care of Rosa. Here’s a recipe Deeks:

Ops Deeks knew Callen and Sam’s next question about Yost's assistant Embry because he would have asked them to Eric/Nell/Fatima.

Bertie dresses up any episode. Again, whoever cast Pamela Reed as Deeks’s mom is very good at their job.

Solid episode that outside of the Rosa storyline, could have run during any season.

Episode number: Season 14, episode seven. Episode 309 overall.

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ericrobertssilverfoxinonekata · 3 months

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Got something sweet to show you!

It's the man himself. Back in late October 2023 I sent a Cameo request to Eric Roberts.

I was so determined to add some extra detail to it. Philadelphia has a rich history of music and I know that adding a dance to my request would also be a slick addition. After the work was done, I would put on my favorite song and dance in my seat all the way home.

YO! I didn’t want any basic cameo to request I knew I had to step it up and add a song to the mix and pow! The request is in. Yesterday after my hair salon appointment Cameo.com messaged me saying that my request was answered, and I didn't know what to expect. It was the man himself I couldn't believe it. He loved my request I was screaming in my head. Mr. Roberts brought the HEAT!! Thank You sir! I hope to meet you one day when you come to Philadelphia.

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mrscoulter5ever · 5 months

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Truth Requires Bravery Ch 5

Alissa awoke in the morning to her phone ringing off the hook. She blearily opened her eyes, rolled over, and looked at her alarm clock. It was 8am. Not an unreasonable hour for a phone call, except that pretty much everyone Alissa knew knew she worked the night shift, and thus would never call her early in the morning like that. So who could possibly be calling her that consistently at an ungodly hour of the morning?

Groaning, Alissa turned over and looked at her phone. Oh shit. It was Jack Kang, the faction leader of Candor. Panicking, Alissa answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Good morning Alissa, sorry to bother you at such an early hour. I heard you might have some information about what occurred last night with the Dauntless and was hoping to debrief with you?"

"Oh sure, no problem sir," Alissa gulped.

"Excellent. Alissa, please tell me everything you know about what happened last night."

Alissa recounted the tale of events from last night, leaving out, of course, her own masturbatory fantasies of a certain Dauntless leader. She told Jack what room she had brought the Dauntless to. He thanked her and hung up. Sighing, Alissa rolled over onto her stomach and fell back asleep.

A few hours later, she awoke to what sounded like yelling in the hallway. While Candor had a reputation of being the "loudmouths" of the faction, most arguments were pretty lighthearted and civil, so this sort of heated argument was not commonplace here. Confused, Alissa got out of bed and opened up the door to see what was going on.

There, her eyes first paused on the delicious sight of that Dauntless man - Eric - in nothing more than a pair of tight boxer shorts, showing off his incredibly shredded muscles - Alissa swore she had never even known the human form could have that many muscles - and registered his equally impressive manhood. Blushing faintly, Alissa then diverted her eyes to the rest of the scene; the man, Eric, was yelling with Jack in the middle of the hallway. Well, not really yelling with Jack. Jack, true to form, was arguing his point in a very calm and collected manner, while Eric was blowing up at him.

Alissa tried to listen in on their conversation, whilst trying to stay hidden in the background of her doorway.

"I came here for answers, Jack! I'll be damned if I take my men around another fucking pointless 20 mile march all over the damn city for jackshit!"

"I understand that, Mr. Coulter, but Candor was not properly informed of and has not officially permitted your arrival. And especially given your...brash entrance the other evening, which, may I say, disturbed many of my faction's residents, we must ask you and your men to officially leave the premises while we as a faction convene to decide what our relationship with Dauntless will be in this matter."

"Look, I just came here for answers. I'll leave your damn faction as long as I can just get some information first."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Coulter, given the security risk you have clearly posed to me and my faction, I must first ask you to leave. I am happy to send over whatever documentation you wish to Dauntless' servers, but first you and your men must go."

By this point, Alissa had been slowly peeking her head more and more out of her bedroom door. Suddenly she saw Eric turn and look directly at her. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. She had been caught.

Eric turned to Jack and smirked. "Oh no, Jack. That's not enough. I need some sort of...guarantee that you'll provide us with the information. In fact, I think I'll take her-" here he dragged Alissa by the arm over to him "-as ransom."

Alissa, in shock, looked at Jack, who looked vaguely...disappointed? Alissa was having trouble concentrating, considering she found herself pressed up against Eric's rock solid chest. It was taking every ounce of focus and willpower in her body to keep her wildly raging hormones in check.

"Mr. Coulter, please, I'm sure we can work out an agreement," Jack pleaded.

"Sure we can," Eric said cockily, in a deep, threatening voice that caused Alissa to shiver. Eric must have noticed this, because his smirk grew even bigger as he puffed his chest out and pulled Alissa even closer to him, her cheeks now blushing a scarlet red that even Jack had to have noticed by now as she felt her underwear get wet. "The agreement is that my men and I will leave - with your young lady here - and as soon as you send the information we request over to Dauntless, we'll bring her back to you perfectly unharmed."

"Mr. Coulter, I cannot allow you to kidnap one of the members of my faction-"

"Oh really?" Eric interrupted, laughing. "I think, given last night, we both know that your faction's security is...less than stellar, to say the least. So what really makes you think you can stop me?"

Jack, cornered, pursed his lips. "I'm sorry," he mouthed to Alissa. With a deep and heavy sigh, he concluded, "Fine. I will get the information to you by Thursday evening. Please return her by Friday, and make sure she is unharmed and taken good care of."

Eric nodded sharply. "Don't worry, Jack," he grinned. "I'll make sure she's well taken care of," he said, a bit of heat in his voice as he wrapped his arms around Alissa. She inhaled sharply, eyes widening, feeling her panties grow even wetter at the unspoken lustful promises.

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