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thatwasthenightthingschanged · 10 months

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MASTERPOST: eras tour presale (German dates)

since there’s already so much information floating around & we’ll probably get new info regularly, I’ve decided to create this post which collects all information available for the presale for Taylor’s German dates (Gelsenkirchen, Hamburg & Munich). I will pin this post to my blog and update it regularly! also, if you find information that is not on this list yet, please send it to me so I can update this post!

INFORMATION FOR ALL PRESALES OF THE GERMANY SHOWS

FYI: When in doubt, check out the FAQ page of eventim for the Germany shows!

+ I don’t know enough about the other European shows to be able to give you 100% right answers (keep that in mind if you send me an ask about those shows 😊)

UPDATED: July 11th, 7pm CET (latest two updates are marked through cursive font)

REGISTRATION for the pre-sale is only possible until June 23rd at 10am Central European Time (CET) (note: the website also names 23:59 as the time when registration ends. I don’t know which time is the right one, so I’d advise you to register before 10am). To register, click here or follow the link on Taylor’s homepage. Important information regarding registration:

Make sure to register with the same email address you use for your eventim account. They‘ve stated that they will check all e-mail addresses to make sure bots don’t get access, and they do so through checking if the email address refers to a valid eventim account. If you haven’t gotten an account under the email address yet, you should be safe as long as you create an account for it until registration ends (Friday, June 23rd).

Registration does NOT guarantee you will receive a code. They will randomize who will get a code, and the rest of the people who signed up will be put on a wait list.

it does NOT matter when you’ve registered, as long as it is before the deadline ends. like I’ve said, it’s randomized.

you should receive an email from eventim. in it, you have to confirm your registration. however, it might take a while for you to receive the email (e.g. on the first day of registration some people had to wait quite a while to receive the email, as the servers were overloaded).

YOU HAVE TO REGISTER FOR PRESALE TO BE ABLE TO BUY TICKETS! one of the venues tweeted that you’ll only get to buy tickets if you’re registered for pre-sale (x). (don’t know if that means there won’t be a general sale for now)

you have to register separately for each show you want to have access to. If you for example aim for Hamburg and Gelsenkirchen, you cannot make a joint registration for them. click on “register now!” for the dates you’re interested in (see screenshot below)

you cannot register for the additional shows that were announced for Germany. The registration you’ve done before suffices. Via the company organising it: The code you’ll get for a city is valid for all the shows in one city. aka: you can pick the date you want to get tickets for, for example if you’ve gotten a code for Munich you can choose between the two dates.

eventim said that whether ticketholders of Lover Fest Berlin tickets will get a separate presale is up to the concert company organizing the concert, therefore they don’t have any information on it. I personally don’t think there will be a presale for Lover Fest Berlin ticket holders.

The PRESALE for the German shows will take place on July 12th. Important information regarding the presale:

please note that the presale for some of the European shows takes place on July 11th or other dates. however, July 12th applies to all shows in Germany.

The times when the presale starts are now different! The Gelsenkirchen presale starts at 9am, the Hamburg presale at 11am and the presale for the Munich shows at 1pm CET.

If you were chosen (per the email on July 5th), you will receive your code via email until July 11th, 5pm CET at the latest.

click on the link in this email for access.

it is very likely you’ll be sent to the waiting room. eventim says this about the waiting room: When completing your ticket purchase, stay within one browser window. Opening multiple windows or tabs to purchase tickets may result in errors.

tickets are limited to four per customer per unique code. this means: if you receive a code for, for example, Hamburg, you can pick a date and purchase up to four tickets for that date. If you purchase four tickets for that one date, you cannot use that code anymore. If you, however, only purchase two tickets, you can purchase two tickets for the second show as well with that code (see eventim’s reply).

UPDATE: please note that each code only refers to a specific venue. once you’ve gotten through the queue on presale day, you can only buy tickets for that one venue, but you can choose which date you’d like to try for. If you receive codes for several venues, you have to finish purchasing your first order before you get purchase tickets for another venue.

TICKET CODES CANNOT AND SHOULD NOT BE SHARED OR TRANSFERRED. you might not be able to buy tickets if you do so. (imo transferring does work if you’ve got the other person’s account info, as the code is specific to the eventim account tied to it)

tickets will be sold until inventory lasts.

per eventim’s faq page you can only deposit your payment info into your account if you buy tickets from the website. Otherwise it is NOT possible to save your payment info in your account before the sale. But! This should not matter since, after you have added a ticket to your basket, that ticket will be reserved for you for approx. 15 minutes, so plenty of time to put in your payment info! But you should still make sure to check if your credit card has a spending limit!

UPDATE: Tickets will be personalized for the person from whose account the tickets are bought. the people accompanying them do not have to be noted when buying. The buyer of the tickets has to attend the concert! If for some reason the buyer cannot go, you can transfer the tickets to someone else, but it’s a rather lengthy process. an example for how to transfer personalized tickets for a different artist can be found on eventim’s faq page under 3.

UPDATE: USEFUL INFORMATION FOR BEFORE THE PRESALE

make sure you have your password and payment method ready!

clear your cache & cookies!

you CAN and SHOULD already click the link in your presale code email before presale starts. the link sends you to the general presale page. Pick the date of the show you want to attend & click on the grey button to at the right (I’ve added a screenshot below but it’s for the Vienna shows for which the presale was already today, so the button is blue. The button tomorrow will be gray before presale). NOTE: dates may appear twice, as you can see below. the date at the top is always for regular tickets, the one below for vip tickets:

after you have clicked the button, you will be send to a page which will say sth along the lines of “presale hasn’t started yet”

They’ll open a waiting room 30 minutes before presale starts. This waiting room will refresh & send u to the queue automatically once the clock hits the time of the presale. I don’t know whether it influences your position in the queue but I would recommend going into it anyway.

you will be send to the queue once presale starts. DO NO OPEN ANY OTHER TABS OR BROWSERS ANYMORE ONCE YOU’RE IN THE QUEUE! if you do, you’ll lose your spot in the queue.

If you’re WAITLISTED:

per eventim’s faq page, this means that you’re waitlisted until more, if any, tickets become available for your chosen city.

if that is the case, you will be notified via email with the relevant information & timing details.

your notification may come at ANY TIME after July 12, 2023.

eventim & all the venues recommend signing up to the Taylor Nation newsletter in case new presales happen/more shows are added

PRICES & SEATING:

eventim tweeted that they don’t know the prices for tickets until pre-sale begins (it was the same with the Lover Fest Berlin show). so I’d recommend setting yourself a budget (x)

UPDATE: eventim finally released the seating maps for all of the shows! here’s the one for Gelsenkirchen:

this is the map for Hamburg:

and this is the map for Munich:

UPDATE: for Vienna, you could not pick your seat but only the price category of your ticket. eventim tweeted they can’t tell whether that will be the case tomorrow. So, once again, set yourself a budget!

INFORMATION SPECIFIC TO THE GELSENKIRCHEN SHOW (VELTINS-ARENA)

Link to the venue’s site for Taylor’s concert

the stadium will sell hospitality tickets - those will go on sale on July 12th, 10am, too (you’ll be able to buy them under this link)

below, you’ll find the general seating chart for the stadium. They will close the roof of the stadium in case of rain, so - in contrast to Munich - you’ll be sheltered from it anywhere.

General Advice

the venue is cashless - alternatively you can buy a card from them onto which you can load money via cash or use the “schalke 04″ app to preload money on a digital card. this is relevant for buying merch! the physical card might also have a special design for Taylor’s show. (thank you @youlooklikeasixtiesqueen for the info! for more information, you can read her full asks he/re)

INFORMATION SPECIFIC TO THE HAMBURG SHOW (VOLKSPARKSTADION)

below, you’ll find the general seating chart for the stadium. All seats in the bowl are covered by a roof, the floor isn’t.

INFORMATION SPECIFIC TO THE MUNICH SHOW (OLYMPIASTADION)

(I’ve actually been to a concert in this venue before, so if you need info re: where to sit & what the venue is like, send me an ask!)

Link to the venue’s site for Taylor’s concert

General Advice

the Olympiastadion has a roof (in case it rains). but! only sections E2 until V1 one are fully under it, with sections F1 to G2 and U2 to S2 being partially roofed (see general seating chart below). I had tickets for section U2 at my concert and I would actually recommend not going further than this if you really want to be covered by the roof.

if you’re looking for cheap tickets: there should be standing tickets available for the bowl (besides the regularly seated tickets) and those should be the cheapest ones. I can highly recommend them! I had standing tickets for section U2. This section is tiered and has sectioned off rows. Each row consists of two stone steps on which you can sit down. So, imo, it’s essentially like having seats but paying much less money. And you have a great view from them! You also don’t have to worry about when you arrive - they fill these rows up from the back, so technically if you arrive shortly before the show begins, you should be at the front of the section.

#eras tour presale masterpost #! :) as promised #there might already be info missing here so pls bear w me i'm still trying to process everything

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vspin · 7 months

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So, I guess Patch 3 changed Astarion's romance progression in Act 2. I've usually gotten the random confession from him before talking to the blood alchemist.

Now I guess that dialogue is specifically tied to defeating the orthon and not talking to the blood alchemist yet!

So FYI for everyone if you've been going crazy like me wondering wtf is happening! A little disappointing because I have done both versions and prefer the unprompted confession early on but it's still available.

EDIT:

Can confirm killing the Orthon is the trigger!

Also, funny glitch below (acting like theather kids turning their backs to one another)

#astarion #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 act 2 #astarion romance #astarion x tav

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phantomyre · 2 months

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FF7 Rebirth - Critics Review Summary and what to expect with Cid and Vincent

FYI: This screenshot is taken from a Spanish critic site, so I apologize for the weird translation. The embargo for FF7 Rebirth has lifted, and the metacritic is out: 93. I browsed through the reviews and have condensed a summary based on what the critics have provided. There aren't any spoilers, but for those who want to go in completely blind, you may want to avoid reading. This summary goes into what we can expect out of Vincent and Cid in a general sense. The purpose of this is to temper certain expectations. Note that some of this may not be a surprise, but for some it might be. As it is, some people are still just finding out Vincent and Cid are not playable. Proceed at your own risk.

Example taken from French GameBlog:

Example from ShackNews:

Based on the reviews I've see thus far, the general consensus is that even though Cid and Vincent join Cloud and Co to complete the entire party (and as we know are not playable), screentime for both characters are minimal. Case of Cid I'm very sorry Cid-fans, but it looks like Cid has been reduced to a chauffeur/pilot and barely does much with the main party. This had previously been a speculation based on interviews. However, based on what I've seen in the critic reviews, this has been confirmed to be the case.

In terms of Cid's personality, there was a lot of talk about Cid being 'too nice'. And based on the reviews, this also seems to hold true for the duration of Rebirth, albeit we don't know the reason. Cid is stated to be very upbeat in Rebirth, unlike the cranky foul-mouthed guy we know from OG. But I wouldn't despair on this just yet... Cid Speculation While it is unfortunate we don't see the usual Cid, consider the fact that we've heard nothing about Rocket Town, Shera, or if we'll even get Cid's story on how Shinra has treated him. It stands to reason that this view of Cid could be meant to shed light on why he becomes harsh and abusive to Shera (part 3). We may better side with Shera and why she is willing to take the abuse, knowing what he used to be and what he (presumably) becomes in part 3.

Case of Vincent There were a fair amount of positive comments on Vincent's reveal and his characterization, particularly his voice and moodiness which is a comparatively stark contrast to Cid's personality. So good news is, Vincent is as broody as ever. However, just like Cid, Vincent has little time to shine and keeps himself in the shadows, both visually and verbally. Vincent has some side quests that still give his personality time to show, but it would be prudent to not expect much screen time from Vincent in Rebirth. In spite of his lack of presence, however, consider that this still falls in line with how he is in OG. Vincent Speculation "Don't expect anything else from me except fighting beside you." If any of you recall, Vincent in OG made it very clear that he was going to do as little as possible when it came to getting close with the group. It isn't until after Aerith's death and defeating Hojo that Vincent finally comes out of his shell. Even then, by the time Meteor falls, he actively avoids getting close to the group (noted in On the Way to a Smile and Dirge of Cerberus). I think Rebirth is going to establish the vivid contrast between Cid and Vincent, and will then delve heavily into their characters in part 3. While it is upsetting we get so little screentime with Cid and Vincent on top of them being non-playable, consider where we are in the story. Critics have also confirmed that Cid and Vincent arrive fairly late into the game, so on top of story reasons, it makes practical reasons, as well. Given how ambitious Rebirth is, it only stands to reason that part 3 will have a ton more pressure to surpass Rebirth's expectations, and that includes delving deeper into Cid and Vincent via their personalities, gameplay, and backstory. Fans will rightly expect Square Enix to make up for the lack of Cid and Vincent's time in the spotlight. And I'm sure SE knows this.

Other Speculations Given the many hints about Dirge of Cerberus becoming more important to the story, and how strongly they are leaning into Vincent's Chaos, many fans are beginning to speculate that part 3 will draw a lot of elements from DoC, and rightfully so. We know we won't get any Deepground in Rebirth. So likely we will see them in part 3 to wrap up the whole story--- which if you know DoC's story, you know why Vincent will be very important to the ending. And then of course there's the issue with the secret ending aka Genesis, who we also know is connected to Vincent aka Weiss. On top of OG's latter end story and including compilation elements, I think we can safely assume we will get our Vincent/Cid appetites whet in part 3. Yes, it's unfortunate we have to wait another 3-4 years. But I'm thankful we do get some time with both Vincent and Cid in Rebirth, regardless.

#final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth spoilers #vincent valentine #cid highwind

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year

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It’s impossible to not love jikook.

Their chemistry is so natural, so effortless, so comfortable. Whatever brain cell Jungkook has you know Jimin shares it. They complement each other in their physical athleticism, in their easygoing / mischievous / crackhead personalities, in their competitiveness, in even how they relate to the other five members.

I’m yet to watch the full RUN episode, I’ve only seen some clips some friends have sent me while I run to a work lunch, but now I’ve got this silly smile on my face because two men I love, Jimin and Jungkook, exist on the same planet I do.

In other news, HYBE is giving a masterclass in class compared to the dumpster fire that is SM right now, though at this point with how deplorable SM’s management have behaved recently, that’s not even saying much. The latest HYBE financials confirm what I’ve said in my last few posts on HYBE’s corporate news i.e. HYBE not neglecting BTS and how BTS continues to be the primary revenue driver even on ‘hiatus’ (I think I recall @guacamoli-avocadorado sending an ask on this. HYBE’s latest filings are available on their website so you can confirm, but I’m sure there are also screengrabs all over Twitter at this point. Just FYI 💜.) It’s also confirmed Jimin will release PJM1 in March.

For the other anon who just sent in an ask on the downside of this SM deal for HYBE - HYBE has already gotten their pound of flesh in terms of LSM’s stake (consensus view is the injunction is in his favour), a validation of the business mode HYBE developed years ago that SM now wants to replicate in their SM 3.0 plan, and SM’s management has single-handedly done most of the damage to their brand already. But then again, they’d damaged their brand years ago when several of their own artists filed lawsuits detailing extreme physical abuse, when the company was fined for fraud several times, when the ceo wound up on Interpol’s most wanted list, when SM bought Woolim Entertainment to shelf Infinite and every other talent under that agency, etc. It didn’t stop the wider k-pop fandom/industry from developing selective blindness and amnesia to all this though, neither did it stop SM from continuing verifiably corrupt dealings. So despite this latest embarrassment only being more so because of international eyes on this mess, expect the status quo from the wider k-pop space to remain by year-end. HYBE will maintain a notable equity interest they can monetize later, and likely some influence on management decisions.

Back to jikook, I’m so excited for what they both will get up to this year. Jungkook said he isn’t working on anything right now, but that guy has been writing finished songs since 2016 at least, already has a vision for his solo debut (multiple MVs, possibly for each song on the album, choreography, possibly including drumming performances in videos or live, likely a new slew of collaborators, etc), plus it’s only February. As 2023 has shown us so far, a lot can change in very little time, so I’m not worried about JK at all. He’s taking a breather, something very necessary for creatives (much less introverted creatives), and he’s been working full time for 10 years.

Jimin will bring sauce and heat and tears in his new album. I have zero doubts. Prepare your bank accounts and stay hydrated. 💜

#jikook #Jimin #park jimin #Jungkook #jeon jungkook #Hybe #sm entertainment #K-pop

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thebullensshitposting · 1 month

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Rosalie/Alice/Bella at prom?

this reads like a nightmare. no idea how to write them together without weird incest vibes. Also not beta read because I've been procrastinating too much as is lol. enjoy none the less <3 also fyi: I am not from the US. We do not have prom here. the idea of prom in this bad boy is heavely inspired by crappy movies

-S

Bella sat at a table in the corner of the gymnasium of forks high school. The gymnasium was decorated exactly the way she thought it would be for prom in a small town. Some balloons were hung on the wall, metal fringes adorned some corners and especially much was where pictures were taken, and last but not least there was a big paper sign announcing that it was prom night. All in all, it was rather tacky, and she couldn’t help but think how different it would have looked if someone let Alice loose to do everything.

Speaking of Alice, the tiny vampire was currently nowhere to be seen. She had gotten Bella a cup of punch and a table full of randomly assorted snacks and then just seemingly disappeared into thin air. It wasn’t all that uncommon for Alice to disappear suddenly, although she usually would be back within a couple of minutes and not gone for twenty minutes. There wasn’t a reason as to why she would leave either, or at least not one Bella could think of.

The evening began nicely. Alice came over early and she loved Bella in her dress so much that they arrived late to prom. At prom Alice managed to convince Bella not only to one but two dances. They took beautiful pictures of themselves to show everyone else and to keep as a forever memory. They talked to the others, Angela in particular swooned over how cute they were and Jess circled Alice in an attempt to figure out just how much her dress cost. Alice wouldn’t tell her, which just further confirmed the suspicion that it cost entirely too much.

Suddenly a hand closed around Bella’s wrist and swiftly pulled her off to the side. Just as Bella was about to protest this sudden attack she realized it was Alice who took her. Her sweet Alice, who had an absurdly large smile on her face.

“I brought you a present!” Alice proclaimed, not giving Bella a chance to answer before pulling the fire exit door open.

The present in question was a gorgeous blonde. Bella’s brain buffered for a few seconds. Rosalie was not meant to be here. She already graduated and this prom was for current students of Forks High School only. Just as Bella opened her mouth Rosalie began peppering her face with kisses and Alice swung Bella’s arms in glee.

The present was certainly exciting. Now Bella was at prom with both of her favorite people or rather vampires instead of just one. Bella was sure the smile that was etched onto her face would not vanish against this night, no matter what would happen.

And she was correct. She was coerced into dancing yet again, by both Rosalie and Alice. They also took more couple photos, most of which looked ridiculous. But Bella was happy, happier than ever before if you asked her.

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-S

#twilight #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance #twilight renessaince #alice cullen #bella swan #alice x bella #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie twilight #alice #bella x alice #bella x rosalie #bella x alice x rosalie #wlwlw #f/f/f #fanfiction requests

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bitchymanlet · 6 days

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Safety Net

Chapter 1: The Plan

🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

Pairing: Levi x Fem!OC; Sub!Levi x Domme!OC

Tags/Content Warnings: canon compliant; problematic; pregnancy; baby trapping; porn with plot; explicit sex; angst; obsession; jealousy; age gap (both are adults); losing virginity; secret relationship; power imbalance; superior and subordinate romance; D/s dynamic; BDSM (FYI, these tags cover the overall story. No sex or kink in this chapter.)

Word Count: 2,491

Summary: Ambitious Scout Emmy Bohn, member of the elite Captain Levi's Special Operations Squad, finally brings her dream to fruition by means of deceiving the one who she holds most dear, her own Captain. However, it's not all smooth sailing from there. She must grapple with the possibility that the life of peace she's meticulously crafted in her mind over the years—the control that she so desperately craves—may always be a mere fantasy.

A/N: This is my first fanfic I've ever published. Hope you enjoy.

Levi shuffled into the Commander’s office with a despondent look etched onto his stony-face. He kept some distance between himself and Erwin’s desk, yet far enough away from the door to prevent anyone outside from eavesdropping.

“Levi.” Erwin perked up, giving the Captain his full attention.

Levi rips off the bandaid. “I’m in deep shit, Erwin... Emmy’s pregnant,” he paused, putting his hands on his hips and sighing, “and it’s mine.”

Erwin eyeballed Levi, waiting for an elaboration. “Care to explain?”

“It’s been so long since you got laid that you forgot how pregnancy works? We had sex.”

Erwin shut his eyes and released a long, weary sigh. “You’re not making my job any easier, Levi.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” Levi deadpanned.

Erwin stared at nothing as he put on his signature thinking face.

Levi spoke up, “Nobody knows. Except for Dr. Sieger at the infirmary. Emmy just found out today and came straight to me with the news. So…” Levi shrugged, crossing his arms. “Any ideas?”

Erwin thought about it. If the doctor had confirmed it, then there’s little chance that she’s lying about her pregnancy. Nor would it be feasible to assume the doctor would tell anyone, that’s a small relief to Erwin at least, since Dr. Sieger is under oath to keep patients’ medical confidentiality.

“There’s no certainty that the child is yours.”

Levi scowled. “Are you really suggesting that Emmy, the one without so much as a speck of dirt on her record, is actually a slut?”

“You cannot be certain that there is no possibility for her to have gotten pregnant from someone else.”

Levi’s scowl faltered slightly. He had only slept with Emmy once, and in that single time he had worn a condom. Shit happens, a broken condom isn’t unheard of. Sure, there was a possibility that Emmy could’ve seen someone else around that time… He scoffed at such a bullshit notion. She was a virgin right up until they had done the deed. But that’s none of Erwin’s business.

“You know Emmy’s reputation. And you know damn well how easily word gets around. Petra is Emmy’s bunkmate, she’s got the bottom bunk and she’s a light sleeper. If Emmy snuck off to go fuck somebody, Petra would’ve found out, and she couldn’t keep it secret–that girl wears her heart on her sleeve.” Levi glanced off to the side. “There’s no doubt about it… it’s mine.”

Erwin stared at Levi. “By your logic, Petra would know about Emmy sneaking off to see you. She could be a witness.”

“Petra doesn’t know because Emmy didn’t sneak off. I gave Emmy a late night assignment… As far as Petra knows, Emmy was busy following orders,” Levi muttered.

Erwin folded his hands together over his desk. “This was no accident, I see. This was premeditated.” He nodded, gazing at his hands before looking at Levi. “You realize that fraternization is prohibited? This is grounds for dishonorable discharge.”

“I’m well aware,” Levi answered dryly. “What’s the point in telling me this? You’re gonna give us the boot? Okay, thanks for dragging me out of that shithole, my six years as a Scout have been a blast, good luck with saving humanity, Commander.”

Erwin let out a wry chuckle. “You know that I would never give you the boot. Emmy is another story…”

Erwin considered the possible outcomes. If the child was indeed Levi’s, according to the military code, that would mean both Levi and Emmy would have to be dishonorably discharged. Booting Humanity’s Strongest Soldier from the Survey Corps would be shooting himself in the foot at best and damning the fate of humanity at worst. Although, if he kept their affair under wraps, Emmy’s pregnancy would eventually become a problem. He wasn’t so much of a monster that he would put a pregnant soldier on the front lines. Emmy is a very capable soldier in her own right, but so were many others. Nor could he make her take the fall for this either–it would ruin her.

“Her squadmates are aware that she is sick,” Erwin said. “I could formally put down that she has contracted a severe ailment and give her medical leave. Perhaps it was a flare up from some chronic illness that she had under control, until now. She can return at her own discretion.”

“Beats a dishonorable discharge, but… then she’d have to report for duty after her leave. What about the kid? She doesn’t have a family to take care of it, they're all dead,” Levi said in agitation.

“Then her duty won’t be on the field. She could transfer to office work, again, on the grounds of her documented chronic illness.”

“Then who would take care of the kid?”

Erwin narrowed his eyes. “Why don’t we ask her?” He stood up from his desk with an air of nonchalance. “Bring her here.”

Levi clenched his jaw and left to fetch his pregnant subordinate.

When Emmy entered the Commander’s office, none other than Commander Erwin himself was seated on his small, professional-looking sofa.

“Hello, Emmy. Have a seat.” Erwin gestured for her to sit on the other side of his sofa.

Emmy stood frozen in place while Levi walked past her and plopped down in a chair.

She quickly nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said, quiet as a mouse, then she rushed to the sofa and sat down.

She held her trembling hands together on her lap. It wasn’t often that she had the chance to speak directly to Commander Erwin. Despite only having eyes for the Captain, even she couldn’t resist his charming aura.

But she had to keep it together. This is the moment of truth. She cannot screw this up.

“How are you feeling?” Erwin asked in a low tone of voice.

She cleared her throat. “Uh-I-I’m, uh, fine… sir.” She didn’t have to act here. Her anxiety was so real, her voice went up an octave higher without even trying. She gulped, hoping she wouldn’t throw up all over his nice rug.

“Captain Levi told me the news; that you are with child. Congratulations.”

Emmy glanced at Levi, who had a somber look in his eyes. She then lowered her head, saying nothing.

“Perhaps a ‘congratulations’ is not very appropriate, for the circumstances in which you find yourself are anything but.”

Emmy bit her quivering lower lip. She let out a whisper of a noise, trying to find the courage to speak. This was supposed to be the easiest part, yet here she is, all choked up in the Commander’s office like she’d just seen a titan for the first time.

“Nevertheless, I haven’t summoned you here for a reprimanding. I must ask you, what course of action would you prefer for yourself? I suggested that I give you a medical leave for your chronic illness, and that once you have recovered, you may return to do office work. Captain Levi, however, doesn’t like this plan.”

Emmy lifted her head up, widening her eyes at Erwin.

“I’m not getting punished?” Emmy’s high-pitched voice shook.

“No. This is… a special case, let’s call it that. Now, your thoughts?”

Her heart raced in her burning chest, in any moment her stomach acid could come up, further stripping her of her dignity before her two heroes. How she loathed making herself appear meek. Subordination was one thing, for she would gladly accept the command of a worthy leader. Meekness made her stomach twist in knots.

This is just a means to an end, she reminded herself, fidgeting with her hands all the while Erwin’s and Levi’s eyes locked on her.

Her eyes filled with tears. “I… worked so hard to get to where I am, sir,” her voice cracked, and she blinked her tears free. “To think that… after all this time, my-my career is…” She hiccuped, her voice caught in her throat.

Levi stepped up to her, pulling his handkerchief out from his breast pocket and handing it to her before retreating back to his chair, draping his left arm over the back.

Emmy whined at the kind gesture, her Captain always did have a keen sense of compassion. She gingerly wiped her tears on Levi’s divine handkerchief, almost as soft and silky as his skin. What a shame that her nose was too snotty to be able to smell it.

How despicable this was, and she knew it. After all the times she had been praised for her diligence; for her bravery, even from her beloved Captain Levi.

“I’m not fighting for humanity anymore…”

She never fought for humanity. She fought for herself. For this one goal.

“I’ll just be a mom,” Emmy heaved. “If I did office work, then there wouldn’t be anyone to care for my baby... My family died in the Titan invasion of Shiganshina five years ago!”

“Levi told me the same." Erwin’s eyes bore into her own with intensity, she hadn’t even noticed him blink yet. "What should we do instead, Emmy?”

She blew her nose into the Captain’s handkerchief, sullying the precious thing with her filth.

“Maybe… a medical discharge would be most ideal…?” her voice cracked.

Erwin quirked an eyebrow, and Levi leant forward in his chair.

“A medical discharge?” Erwin broke his gaze away from Emmy for a brief moment as he sat up straight and tilted his head. He then looked at Levi.

“That way,” she continued, “I could stay home to raise my and Captain Levi’s child, without being called into duty,” Emmy said in a lower tone, closer to her natural speaking voice.

The room fell silent. Emmy clutched Levi's soiled handkerchief, her eyebrows knit in worry. This was it. All the Commander had to do was approve. If he doesn’t, then these past five years would have been for nothing.

She would rather kill herself than succumb to a titan. If she had no control over how she could live her life, then at the very least she could control how she would die.

“Emmy… Do you love Levi?”

“Why the fuck would you ask her that?” Levi’s expression twisted into a grimace.

“Well, I’m curious.” Erwin glanced at Levi before turning his body over to Emmy, staring into her eyes again. “Why not one of your fellow squadmates with whom you spend more time in the day getting intimately involved? Why Levi, your superior officer?”

Levi gripped the back of his chair.

Being asked that so suddenly brought on a wave of heat over Emmy. She had a lot to be ashamed of, but there was no shame in loving the man who gave her a purpose for living. If this would help to convince the Commander of going along with her plan, then so be it.

Her breath hitched, her face flushing as she raised her shoulder in a bashful manner. “I do. I am in love with my Captain, sir. I have a close relationship with each of my squadmates, and I do care for them deeply, but the Captain…” Emmy continued with her shaky voice, “There’s no one in the walls who I admire more...”

She winced, dropping her head in embarrassment at admitting this to the both of them, and her eyes had again filled with tears as she bit into her stupid quivering lip. Her stomach gurgled in the silence.

Levi squinted his eyes; a pained, sympathetic look to his face. He’s heard her say it before, but now, he can’t quite shake it off as easily as he once had. This crush of hers that he foolishly fed into led to all of this. He can’t shake off the fact that he’s going to be a father. Father to a child growing inside of his most dedicated subordinate who will lose the career she fought tooth and nail to attain, all because he didn’t keep it in his pants.

Erwin scrutinized her reaction for an uncomfortable length of time.

“Very well, you shall have your medical discharge. Consider this matter settled.”

Emmy released a puff of air as Erwin stood up from his sofa and went over to his desk. “You’ll get lump sum payments for the two years you have spent in active duty. No retirement benefits, I’m afraid, but name one Scout with that privilege.”

Erwin opened one of his drawers and looked through his files. “You have served us well, Emmy… You are dismissed.”

In place of relief, she felt a pang in her heart and cringed as she held herself back from gagging.

“Thank you, Commander Erwin,” she said in a choked voice and leapt up on her feet. She saluted Erwin then glanced at Levi for a split second before turning her head guiltily. She hurried out of Erwin’s office, clinging Levi’s delicate handkerchief to her chest, feeling like the most revolting human being who had ever lived.

Levi sighed from his nostrils as he squeezed the back of his chair so firmly that the wood made a creaking sound. He glared at Erwin, who seemed unfazed.

“Oi. Blondie. Did you have to get so weirdly personal there?”

“I was determining her motive.”

Levi scoffed. “Now you’re calling her a liar? I know her better than you do.”

“There’s no need to get defensive. I granted the woman her wish, did I not?”

“Yeah, but why did you ask her that shitty question?” Levi stood up and strode over to Erwin’s desk. “You had to twist the knife in her wound?” Levi spoke with a harsh, gravelly voice.

“Think about it, Levi. You know who you are.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “I don’t give a shit what her motive is. She’s my comrade in arms. I’ve saved her life, and she’s saved mine. And she didn’t use mind control to get me into bed, I made the choice to fuck her.” Levi leant his fists against Erwin’s desk. “Fact of the matter is, I knocked her up. This is my responsibility, Erwin. End of story.”

Erwin hummed. “That is your prerogative, Levi.” Erwin found what he was looking for, and took out a medical discharge document before sitting down. “Even so, ‘taking responsibility’ here entails that this will remain strictly confidential. I am effectively sweeping this under the rug. If there is any documentation of you and Emmy having an intimate relationship, that could be held against me as Commander.”

“I get it. I’m not marrying her.”

“And you must make it clear to her that any sexual affiliation she has with you is not to be shared with anyone. In your heart you can claim it, though, legally, that child is not yours.” Erwin dipped his quill into ink and began writing onto the document. “She was diagnosed with a debilitating chronic illness and is hereby found to be medically unfit for duty. If perchance anyone discovers her pregnancy, it is nothing more than a subsequent occurrence of her early retirement.”

Levi’s knuckles still against the wood, his jet black fringe curtaining over his aggrieved, downcast face.

“I’ll be sure to spell that out for her.”

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“You would think its the baby olympics in there.” | Aaron Hotchner x You Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You Genre: Fluff Warnings: Mildly suggestive mentions of trying for a baby; pregnant reader. Length: Drabble

Where you are 8 months pregnant and Aaron Hotchner’s baby won’t stop harassing you.

A/N: I’ve been seeing so much baby Hotchner material, I couldn’t help myself with this (which is not much just FYI, but just something really short and fluffy).

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“Hotchner.”

The sound causes him to freeze, his hands dropping the tablet he had been looking at onto the table with a soft clatter. It was bizarre, the voice was familiar, but the tone and way of address were not, in fact they didn’t match what he was used to from the voice.

He looks up, expression hovering between slight wary and concern to meet your features which are etched into a deep frown. Pleasant surprise colours his feature when he confirms that it is indeed you. Ordinarily, he would have been out of his chair, headed towards you, taking you into his arms, and welcoming you with a kiss, but something in your expression, and the situation at hand causes him to pause and contemplate his next course of action. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you found your 8 month pregnant wife standing in the doorway of your office looking mildly (or rather entirely) irritated.

“Hi?” He greets you, opting not to push himself out of his chair and stride towards you, because you look like a woman on a mission, a mission that he has yet to figure out … yet. He lets his gaze roam from your face, before observing your posture (tense, with your arms on your hips), attempting to discern just why you are standing in his office at 4pm on a Wednesday afternoon.

“Your baby,” you pause and stride into his office, pushing the door shut with not quite a slam, but an audible bang that causes the open blinds on his office windows to rattle slightly, and which you are sure causes all the heads in the bullpen to swivel, “won’t stop harassing me.”

You throw your wallet and house keys down on his table, which he notes are the only two things you had grabbed before booking a car on your phone (because at 8 months pregnant you were hardly going to cram yourself into the driver’s seat of a car) and storming out of the house to take issue with the man responsible for your immense discomfort. You move to sink onto one of the chairs facing his desk, deflating backwards into the cool leather before letting your hands come to rest across your bump as you slump into the chair. You do however, keep the full force of your glower on him.

With just a couple weeks before you were due, you had taken time off from the office, with the eager blessings from your supervisor and co-workers. You weren’t difficult to work with normally, but as you entered the last two months of your pregnancy, it was undeniable that you had indeed become more irritable because the Hotchner growing inside of you just would not stop moving.

You see his features shift, a small smile upturning the corners of his lips and you cannot help but roll your eyes.

“This isn’t funny Aaron.” Your words bear more of a whine than you intend for them to, causing you to scowl as you feel your belly shift again. The incessant moving had start almost 7 weeks ago, and once it was clear that this would be the way it was until the baby delivered, you had been in a downright mood. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable for you to say the least, especially when coupled with the summer heat that had started to creep up on you, and the fact that your belly was now huge and it was hard to do anything. You couldn’t even cuddle with Jack for christ sake, something the little Hotchner had taken to sulking about because he couldn’t pile himself into your lap, which was very much occupied by the belly you had sticking out of you, and snuggle.

He finally rises, closing the distance between you both in two easy strides, before coming to a bend in front of you, one knee on the ground holding him up. He places a hand on your belly, feeling a slight shift under his palm.

“You would think its the baby olympics in there.” You grumble, and it causes him to laugh, the rich sound filling his office. “This is your fault.” You wail, and he tugs one of your hands gently into his as a response, kissing your knuckles lightly.

“She’ll be out soon.”

“Not soon enough.” You whimper, allowing yourself to stew in self pity. It isn’t of course that you are upset about having this baby, but pregnancy hormones and the desperate urge to lie face down on any surface were truly at their peak right about now.

“Does that mean you regret the fun we had making her.” He mutters into the back of your hand, placing another kiss on your skin. It makes you flush as a boyish smirk slips onto his face, a stark contrast to his suit and tie.

“No.” You mumble out, shifting in your seat as you let your thoughts wander to the 6 months which you both spent trying, some encounters of which were attempted in this very office. Trying for a baby had been exhilarating to say the least, especially with a husband who was exceptionally eager to get you pregnant.

“Would ice cream make things better?” He lets his gaze run over your bare shoulders, noting the flowy sundress you had on. He was well aware from the number of times in the last few weeks you had complained about him emitting too much body heat in bed, even with the air condition at full blast, that the fast approaching summer months made for even more discomfort than usual.

“Yes.” You allow your lower lip to stick out in a pout as you glance at the clock on his desk. “But its only 4pm.”

“Good thing I’m the boss.” He stands, your hand still in his, and he reaches for your other hand to help you to a stand.

“I guess it - .” You find yourself still grumbling, harmlessly, only to be cut off by a kiss to your lips, his nose bumping gently against yours. You let yourself fall into the kiss as his lips slide over yours, your tongue flicking out to meet his, neither of you caring in the moment that you probably had a bullpen full of spectators peering in from afar through the windows.

“You are lucky you are cute.” You say as he pulls away, his twinkling eyes meeting yours, which he notes have softened.

“I guess I am.” He muses with a deep chuckle, as he plants a soft, but brief kiss on your forehead, before holding on of your hands in his and moving to the door.

A/N: When I say ”boyish smirk”, there is this particular GIF of a young Thomas Gibson with floppy hair and sunglasses that I have in mind - that is the smirk.

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Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine (Part 8 of ?)

(Stardew Valley — Shane/Female Farmer/OC)

This chapter is rated NSFW — 5137 words. Pussy eating, vaginal fingering, masturbation, and a smidge of dirty talk.

Note: Oop, here be smut. And it's the longest chapter yet. Thanks for hanging in there, y'all.

(FYI: Additional chapters of Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine can be found in the Stardew Valley Fic Masterpost link in my blog description. Or, you can click the #green on the vine strawberry wine tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

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Shane held his breath as the pair walked toward the ranch, his mind a mixture of chaos and odd serenity. The woman by his side said nothing, but Shane could feel the hesitancy radiating from her in nearly palpable waves, confirming that his attempt to quell her nerves by asking her to follow him someplace more private had failed miserably. He noticed she was still holding her bare arms, despite the humidity, and he felt like a moron, holding his forgotten sweatshirt in one hand.

"Here," he said, offering it to her like a gesture of peace. The pair slowed as she slipped it on and zipped it up to her chin. Only then did he hope he'd washed it in the last few days.

Shane struggled to find something to say that didn't sound trite, considering the confession the farmer had just dropped on him while still slightly tipsy. He'd sobered up fast however, once his brain caught up with the way she stumbled over her words, the usual confidence she displayed replaced by unease and a clear undercurrent of angst. By the time Shane realized she had slipped her hand into his — the roughness of her palm yanking him fully into the moment — any apprehension he may have harbored concerning his feelings for her dissolved like morning frost touched by the first rays of sunlight. Something undefined shifted within him, and he gave in to the desire to comfort her, touching her in ways he'd only dreamed about when alone in his bed, unable to sleep due to the gremlins wreaking havoc in his head. And it had felt so natural . Effortless, like they'd embraced in such a manner a million times before, his timidity vanishing as if it had never existed.

Kristen stumbled beside him, tripping over a rock or something else obscured by the deep darkness of the surrounding woods, and she cried out. Instinctively, he grabbed her, clasping her elbow to keep her steady as she regained her balance and fell back into stride beside him. However, he didn't release her, instead opting to slide his hand down her forearm and slip back into her palm. The gesture felt smooth in a way Shane had never been in his entire life, especially when she curled her fingers around his own, and he caught her peeking at him from below her lashes.

What's happening? Did the woman you've been lovesick over like a stupid puppy really just admit she has feelings for you? What the fuck are you gonna do when you get inside the ranch?

What was he going to do? He hadn't a clue. Asking her to follow him there had seemed the most logical request at the time, his mind frantically trying to decipher what she was saying while his body buzzed like a nest of honey bees protecting their fat queen. The distinctly male part of Shane was on high alert, playing out every scenario of how he could seduce her and carry her to his bed. The part that feared the consequences of such actions reminded him of what a colossal mess he was and that he hadn't been with a woman properly since before he'd even laid eyes on the farmer.

Properly? Yeah, that's an excellent way to put it. You hardly remember the woman you screwed in that filthy bar bathroom in Zuzu back in the Spring, huh? Other than the taste of cigarettes when she shoved her tongue down your throat and how you had to brush your teeth twice the following morning.

A soft glow permeated through the blackness and caught Shane's eye, thrusting him from the thoughts threatening to spiral out of control. The nightlight Marnie left on in the kitchen backlit the window like a beacon, and Shane sped up, practically pulling Kristen along with him. She kept his pace, softly bumping into his back when he stopped short on the stoop and slowly opened the front door.

Though he was positive that his Aunt would be spending the night someplace other than the ranch, Shane peered past the doorjamb almost sneakily, like a child tiptoeing to the kitchen for a forbidden midnight cookie.

"Shane?"

Her voice held a twinge of suppressed laughter as she leaned heavily on his back, her face hovering just behind his own. The word curled around his ear in a way Shane couldn't interpret but felt deep in his marrow, sparks crackling across the flesh of his neck like tiny jolts of electricity.

Instead of replying verbally, he tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her through the door. The steady hum of the old refrigerator and their shared breaths filled the room as he guided her past the shop counter and down the hall leading toward his bedroom. Once inside, he flipped on his bedside lamp and rolled his eyes at the crushed beer can lying next to the waste basket. He knew the fucking thing would haunt him; he just didn't realize it would be so soon.

The metallic hiss of a zipper drew his attention back to the farmer as she shed his hoodie and awkwardly tossed it on his bed. He couldn't quite interpret her expression, but he knew that if he let her stand there much longer without acknowledging the tension between them, the moment would be lost, possibly forever.

"Kriss," he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat and dropping her backpack at his feet. The nickname he'd given her because he refused to call her Krissy rolled off his tongue effortlessly. He'd spoken it hundreds of times with every inflection he could imagine. It felt safe because her full name sat at the back of his mind in scenarios he sequestered for precise moments, and none of them involved him struggling to express how he felt. Things were always so much easier in his imagination.

"You called me Kristen before," she replied, taking a tentative step toward him. Once again, his eyes were drawn to the discarded empty beer can, and he hoped she wouldn't accidentally kick it across the room.

"I did?"

He honestly hadn't realized, being more concerned with making sure they were entirely alone before whatever spell she was casting over him took hold, and he vomited all of his own feelings across the dock instead of rancid ale.

"Yeah. I think that's probably the first time you've ever said my full name. I… liked it."

She took another step toward him and reached out with her unbandaged hand, but he made no move to take it. Instead, his eyes glued to her fingers and tracked them like a heat-seeking missile, frozen in place as they pinched the fabric of his green polo at his belt line and tugged .

Fuck. You can't ignore this. You can't.

"Kristen."

His voice lowered an octave of its own accord as if his body were taking over, quelling the frenetic energy bouncing around in his skull before it could derail the train barreling toward him at breakneck speed. His eyes flicked upward to meet hers head-on, and he was glad they were the same height for the first time. Otherwise, if he were taller, he would have second-guessed if the hooded quality of her gaze was due to pure perspective and not a product of the moment that seemed to stretch on and on as she took one more step closer.

Before he could second guess himself, Shane's hand shot out and grasped her wrist, yanking her flush against him while the other cupped the back of her neck. In the split second it took for her to register his movements, she gasped but seemed to melt into him, her body growing slack, yielding to him in a way that zoomed directly to his groin.

If you don't kiss her now, you're a lost cause. You have no excuse this time. She's in your goddamn arms. She's practically purring…

Shane wasn't sure what he expected the second their lips made contact, but it certainly wasn't the absolute frenzy that followed. The night she'd kissed him the previous winter, she'd been soft touches and gentle sighs, the alcohol coursing through her veins making her loose and malleable, along with wiping her memory. Now, however — her hand flew to grip the hair at the nape of his neck, fist, and tug until a delicious sting radiated across his scalp. Her lips parted, and her tongue swiped across his bottom lip before encasing it completely, her teeth following suit, scraping across the tender tissue rough enough to ignite something primal within him but gentle enough to smooth it out in their wake. Her body pressed into his so earnestly that he felt he would bow backward if he wasn't already shuffling her toward the bed. A second later, the back of her knees hit the mattress and gave way, sending them tumbling and bouncing as the old springs whined in protest.

"Ow, shit!" Kristen yelped, yanking her injured hand from between them. Shane was sprawled on top of her awkwardly, his eyes as wide as saucers when he realized what he'd just done.

"Kriss, fuck… I'm sorry, I —"

He scrambled to get up but soon realized he was held fast, her free hand still buried in his hair. And she didn't relent.

"Oh no, don't you dare ," she said, leveling him with a stare so smoldering that he hitched a breath. "I don't want to hear you calling me anything but Kristen for the rest of the night. And you're not leaving me high and dry like last time."

She pulled him down and smothered any further protest with her lips before it could slip past his own, and he soon grew limp, sinking into her as she wrapped her thighs around his waist. Tongues and teeth and hands and nails — the farmer's passion poured from her as she wiggled beneath him, canting her hips upward and tightening the grip of her thighs until the inseam of his shorts dug uncomfortably against his swelling cock.

"Wait," Shane panted when she broke away to pepper feather light kisses across his stubbled jaw. He wasn't sure where this flash of clarity was coming from when every ounce of blood was redirected toward his crotch. "What do you mean, like last time?"

"Huh?"

He pulled back, bracing himself above her with his hands planted on either side of her head. Her auburn curls framed her face and fanned across the ratty quilt like a fiery crown, and her chocolate eyes seemed to fucking sparkle in the low light of his bedside lamp.

You're gonna ruin this, aren't you? he thought, even as his cock throbbed and his fingers itched to shuck every stitch of clothing from her body. She was lying below him, something akin to adoration coloring her face as her lips parted and she wet her bottom lip with her tongue.

"You said I left you high and dry?" he clarified, knowing precisely what she was referring to and trying to reconcile it with his apparent misunderstanding of the events on that snowy night.

"I was kidding," she said, a smirk tugging at her lips as she pecked the tip of his nose. "I know it wasn't what you wanted. I could tell when I saw you at Pierre's the next day, so I just dropped it. It's fine."

"I thought you didn't remember!" he exclaimed, breaking away from Kristen completely and plopping down next to her on the bed. He scrubbed a trembling hand down his face and sighed, letting this new information replace every misconception he harbored. The hazy memory of the drunken hookup in Zuzu with a faceless woman swam to the forefront of his mind, and he felt ill. Deep down, he knew that night was a desperate attempt to snuff his feelings for the farmer to ash and scatter them across the flesh of a stranger. It hadn't worked, of course, and only made him feel cheap and ashamed.

"Shane, hey — hold on a sec," she said, sitting up so she could look him in the eye. He attempted to avoid her gaze, but she cupped his cheek in her good hand, drawing him in. "Did we really have one of those stupid cheesy romance movie moments where two people completely misunderstand each other and suffer with it for months?"

Shane scrunched his brow as a smile broke across Kristen's face, squinting her eyes, and she laughed. Hard. She laughed so hard that tears streaked down her freckled cheeks and she clasped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to calm herself. He only stared at her, flabbergasted, until she finally quieted to a few giggles and scooched close enough to wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his shoulder.

"Well, now I feel fucking stupid," he said, glaring at his alarm clock. It was just past 2:30 am, and he was so glad he didn't have to work in the morning. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

"Don't. I'm just as culpable." She lifted her head to place a kiss behind his ear, and warmth bloomed where her lips touched, spreading throughout his body, renewing the arousal that had clouded his mind just moments before. "You don't know how much I want you," she whispered then, and he nearly groaned. "I was disappointed when you tucked me into bed that night instead of… but you were a perfect gentleman. I guess if I wasn't so drunk, things would have turned out differently, huh?"

"Why did you?" he asked before clarifying, "Get so drunk, I mean."

"I got a letter from my ex's attorney that he was getting remarried, so I didn't have to pay his alimony anymore. I was celebrating ." A bitter laugh followed the last word, clueing Shane into the fact that she was doing anything but. "I'm sorry that I threw myself at you. It wasn't because I was trying to compensate for something or use you. Maybe I wanted a little bit of comfort. Feel like someone wanted me for once."

"I've always wanted you." The confession pushed past his teeth before he could bite his tongue. Though, he figured now was the best time to lay everything bare. She'd already told him outright exactly what he'd dreamed she would say when he was alone in the dark, hand wrapped around his cock, eyes squinted shut with her visage seared to the back of his eyelids. There was no use pretending otherwise. "When I first saw you, I thought you were so fucking cute; it pissed me off."

She snickered, her humid breath wafting across the shell of his ear. "Did you recognize me? From when we were kids?"

"Yeah," he confessed. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks from his neck at the admission. Somehow, it felt more intimate than what they'd just been doing. "Dunno why I never mentioned it. Guess I figured you didn't remember me and pretending you were a complete stranger was easier."

"I never saw you again after that summer, so I pretty much was a stranger."

Shane stiffened slightly, hoping she wouldn't ask him why he didn't return. As liberating as it was to finally speak freely about his dumb emotions, he wasn't particularly keen on going down that memory lane. When she tightened her hold on his middle and placed another soft kiss on the side of his jaw, he relaxed but wondered if he'd ruined the mood beyond repair.

"Kristen, I want this," he finally spoke, turning in her embrace to face her. "But —"

"I don't want you to feel pressured, please," she cut in before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "I've been coming on so strong since I asked you to move in with me… Christ . What was I thinking?" She tilted forward until her forehead rested on his collarbone, wild curls brushing the underside of his nose.

"No, I mean. Um." He fumbled for words even though they were fairly straightforward. Even now, his mind wouldn't let him accept that this woman was fully ready to give herself to him and he only had to make a move. "I don't have any condoms."

"Oh," she replied. "I suppose that is a problem." Her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke into his shirt but he detected a slight twinge of disappointment that puffed up his ego enough for him to make an alternate proposal.

"That doesn't mean I can't…" he trailed off and cleared his throat. The words were sitting on his tongue, straightforward and blunt. "Let me go down on you."

"Oh my god ," she whined, digging her nails into his back so hard he felt the bite through his old polo. Her curls continued to tickle his nose and chin as she shifted, crawling into his lap. Then her lips sealed to his again, hungry and insistent, pushing her tongue past his teeth and sliding it along his own. Before he knew it, he was frantic, pawing at her ass crudely before pressing her down on his crotch. The friction was delicious, maddening, and simply not enough .

"Is that a yes?" he managed to ask when they parted for a much-needed breath. His cock pulsed painfully, and he longed to unzip his shorts to relieve some of the pressure. Maybe even touch himself while he buried his tongue in her cunt.

"You really want to eat my pussy? That doesn't sound like friendship behavior," she teased. He'd never heard her use such language in the entirety of knowing her, and he nearly passed out on the spot, light-headed.

"Aren't you supposed to be with your best friend? At least, that's the sappy shit I've heard," he retorted. Before she could answer, he lifted her from his lap and sat her on the edge of the mattress. Then, he fluidly sank to his knees on the floor, shuffling between her thighs.

"Is this really happening?" she breathed, reaching out to interlock her fingers with the hand he had planted on her left knee. Her earnest expression gripped Shane's heart uncomfortably, and he had the urge to swoop her up into a crushing embrace and simply hold her tight to his chest. But the deep-seated barbaric nature within urged him to rip her jeans clean from her body and devour her like a ravenous beast instead.

"I've been asking myself that same question since the dock."

"I definitely didn't expect tonight to end with you on your knees like this but I'm not complaining," she said. The husky quality her tone held that snowy night had returned. Coupled with catching her bottom lip between her teeth while staring him directly in the eyes, Shane began to tremble as his hands traveled up the expanse of her thighs and settled on the button of her jeans. He paused for a beat, holding his breath, waiting for her to suddenly shove him back in a moment of regret. But when that didn't happen, he pushed the metal disk through the hole and traced his fingers toward the zipper, pulling it down slowly — a method of sweet torture seemingly affecting his partner just as much as himself.

"Shane!" she squealed, flopping back on the mattress and throwing her arm across her face.

Taking the hint, he hooked his fingers at the waistband of her jeans and tugged. Her hips rose from the bed in response, and he tugged harder, revealing a pair of lilac cotton panties hugging her hips and bottom so perfectly that the fabric sat upon her pale flesh like a second skin. They weren't particularly sexy, but the soft material molded between the apex of her thighs was slightly darker, visibly damp. He wanted to comment on it, say something deliciously filthy, but a nerve twinged at the base of his brain, unsure if she would appreciate his dirty talk as much as he enjoyed hers.

You're about to peel her panties off and come face to face with her pussy, don't chicken out now.

He swallowed, the lump in his throat ever thicker. He dragged the pad of his thumb from the top of her clothed lips, drawing it downward, and she flinched.

"Are you wet for me?" His voice was raspy, and he hoped it sounded as sexy as he intended.

"Yes, baby," she cooed, sitting up suddenly. With hooded eyes, she snaked her hand down her belly until she cupped her clothed cunt, pressing her middle finger between her lips. The display was so incredibly sexy that Shane leaned back on his haunches and spread her thighs wider for a better view. "You don't know how often I've touched myself, imagining your tongue. Especially after a stupid argument. I'd be soaked."

"Fuck," Shane breathed, pressing his face to the inside of her knee. He briefly wondered if his stubble would be an issue, but the scratch of her nails across his scalp whisked that worry away. He placed a kiss on the smooth flesh before trailing upward, his tongue and teeth drawing a line across the expanse of her inner thigh, achingly slow.

When he finally reached his destination again, he pressed his face there, too, drawing in the cloying scent of her sex, poking his tongue outward to prod at the dark patch roughly.

"I didn't expect you to be such a tease," she said. Shane's eyes flicked up to catch her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving dramatically. Her signature white tank top stretched across her tits tautly due to the angle of her body, and he reached up to grasp the hem, hoping she'd take the hint. Thankfully she did and the useless garment was soon tossed to the side, her simple bra quickly following behind.

"Kristen. You're fucking beautiful," he croaked, hands smoothing up her hips and belly of their own accord. Her shoulders and chest were peppered with the same smattering of freckles that graced her cheeks and nose like constellations littering the night sky. Shane wanted to trace them with his tongue, and he followed that urge as she leaned back to lay prone on the mattress and he crawled his way back up her body.

The farmer's gasps and lust-laden moans spurred him on. She arched her back, and he tucked one hand beneath her spine, palm smoothing across each vertebra as his mouth settled in the gap between her breasts. He sucked lightly, secretly hoping to leave a faint mark he could gaze upon later if he were so lucky.

"Shane — baby, please …"

The pleading quality of her voice shot straight to Shane's cock, and he mentally kicked himself for using his last condom on a one-night stand, especially when she locked her ankles behind his back and pulled him in. Shamelessly, he dry-humped her, grinding his hips against hers so aggressively that the mattress springs squeaked and the headboard slapped the plaster wall. His mouth continued to roam, capturing a dusky nipple between his teeth as she arched toward him, moaning so obscenely that Shane thought he'd come on the spot.

After spending more time than he probably realized worshiping her tits, her incessant squirming and pants of desperation finally penetrated his consciousness, and he looked down on her, dazed by the desire swimming in her eyes and the sheen of sweat sprinkled across her forehead.

"Sorry," he whispered, tucking his face in the junction between her neck and shoulder. He pressed more soft kisses to the smooth flesh and delighted in the shivers it elicited from the farmer.

"If you don't make me come soon, I think I'm going to die," she said with a strangled giggle.

Shane smiled against her skin, ego inflating with each word. He never considered himself a tease. In fact, most of his previous sexual encounters were frantic and rushed. Even in past relationships, the goal was to get off as quickly as possible, even if he wanted to go slow. Deep down, he wondered if it was because his skills were lackluster and it was a chore for any proper girlfriend to sleep with him. But maybe, they just didn't desire him the way this woman apparently did.

"I won't stop until I do," he rasped before kissing his way back down her body until he was settled back on the floor. Hooking his hands under her knees, he tugged until her ass hung slightly off the mattress and finally curled his fingers around the cotton adoring her hips, sliding it down her thighs until she lifted her legs to assist him.

Once the scrap of fabric was discarded, Shane sucked in a breath between his teeth, absorbing the scene — his only friend, completely nude. On his bed. Legs spread wide, trimmed pubic hair glistening with moisture. He glanced down at himself, still fully dressed, and it stoked a fire deep within him that he hadn't realized would be set ablaze. He felt like he held the upper hand, armored with his clothing, while this woman lay completely vulnerable before him. She trusted him enough to present herself in such a manner, practically pleading with him to touch her. It was a position of power he wasn't familiar with, but he was bound and determined not to ruin it.

"Up," he coaxed, guiding her thighs to settle on his shoulders. Unable to hold back for another second, he wrapped his hands around her hips for leverage and pressed his lips to her labia, ghosting his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, applying pressure when he reached her clit. Just enough to make contact with the bundle of nerves hidden beneath.

Kristen jerked and raised her ass, chasing his tongue as best she could with her hips pinned to the mattress. Soon, her hand found its way back to his thick hair, scratching and tugging as he repeated the motion again and again, applying slightly more pressure with each pass until his tongue was buried between her lips, stiff and imploring. He gave her just enough sensation to keep her on the edge while his fingers dug into the meat of her hips hard enough to bruise.

"More. Please… more ," Kristen pleaded, writhing and wriggling like a serpent across his quilt. Shane immediately complied, spreading her lips with the fingers of one hand while the other gently pulled back the hood of her clit, exposing her completely. Shane scorched the sight of the engorged flesh in his mind before flattening his tongue and lapping at her pussy, bottom to top, circling her clit relentlessly, quickening the pace when her moans morphed into outright cries.

Thank Christ we're in the middle of the woods , he thought, suddenly imagining the blaze of gossip that would spread through town if anyone could hear the farmer. But he quickly quelled that worry as he sealed his lips around her clit, swiping his tongue across the bud while his free hand traveled to his own fly and fumbled it open.

Shane groaned when the pressure on his cock lessened, and he outright moaned when his hand liberated the stiff organ and wrapped around its base. Kristen, now free from his vice grip holding her down, rolled her hips, sliding her slick cunt across his tongue with vigor, grinding to obtain more friction.

"Oh god, please don't stop," she whined, staring at him now, eyes wide. "I'm going to come all over your face. You want that?"

"Shit, yes," he literally growled, repositioning his free hand, so his middle and ring fingers prodded at her entrance. When he gently slipped them inside her, she gasped. When he hooked them and rhythmically drummed the spongy patch of flesh deep inside, she arched her back and wrapped her thighs around his head completely.

"Yes, that's it. That's fucking it ."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, strained from the ridiculous amount of noise she'd been making, but Shane loved it. Not an ounce of it sounded forced or inflated like in every porn he'd watched. Her cries were guttural and almost feral and they ticked up in pitch when he sucked on her clit just a bit harder and roughened the pace of his fingers inside her. All the while, he pumped his cock in time with his thrusts, purposely holding back until he felt the tell-tale clench and squeeze of her cunt around his digits.

"Yes, pretty baby — come for me. You taste so sweet; give me all you got."

The farmer stiffened, back completely arched from the bed, hand buried in his hair. Her cunt held his fingers in a death grip, but he continued to hook and slide them on her sweet spot, carrying her through the climax that had rendered her immobile. After what felt like an eternity, every muscle in her body grew lax, and she melted into the mattress with a sigh that sounded like her lungs had completely deflated. The atmosphere of his small room felt almost ethereal as the angel before him relaxed, and he came into his hand with a muffled groan.

❦❧🍓❦❧

Shane stared at the ceiling, tracing the popcorn pattern in the gloom. It reminded him of the ridges and valleys on the moon in old black and white films, streaking across the screen rapidly to give the illusion of flight.

The farmer lay curled up beside him, tucked under his arm, head on his chest. She was still nude, claiming that she was too boneless to move after he'd hastily scrubbed his come from the carpet and tossed the towel in his hamper. He wasn't exactly about to argue, so he scooched her toward the wall and crawled in beside her, draping them both with the ratty quilt. The room felt stuffy in the wake of their activities, the scent of Kristen's sex clinging to the air like a trophy that Shane wished he could materialize and keep on a shelf. Instead, he was content with replaying the memory in his mind, cataloging it carefully among the handful of good ones he revisited when life felt unbearable.

Despite being wholly exhausted, Shane stared at his alarm clock with bloodshot eyes — 4:45 am. The hour of Marnie's inevitable return was drawing near, and he cringed at the prospect of her finding out that the farmer was nude in his bed. Not that she would know that much detail, but even catching a glimpse of Kristen would give his Aunt enough ammunition to last for weeks.

Worry about that later. Along with what comes after this , Shane's mind lulled as his eyelids finally grew heavy. There's no going back now, Shaney boy. You've gotta sink or swim.

*****

End Note: A couple of clarifications! Shane and Kristen are both 5'9", which I think is adorable. Also, yes — Kristen was a fucking bad ass girl boss in Zuzu city. She was the bread winner and was forced to pay her cheating ex alimony after their divorce. >:\

#stardew valley #stardew valley shane #sdv shane #shane x farmer #green on the vine strawberry wine #stardew valley smut #sdv smut #stardew valley shane smut #sdv shane smut #sdv fanfiction

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02/09/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Day 30 in the Gravy Basket; Cast & Crew Lovely Letters; Resources; Starfury Convention; Astrodglide Fic/Pic Week 18+; New Watchparties; People of Earth; Wrecked; SchadenFreude; Coyote Vs Acme; Articles; Morale; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

Day 30 in the Gravy Basket. (FYI Long Post is LOOONG today was a very busy and long day) Well we made it folks, we made it to one month since Max cancelled OFMD and we're still going strong. Some CRAZY stuff has happened since then and some of our crew put together some fun lists of what's happened.

Thank you to @gheyandwoke on twitter for these memes:

And that's not even everything that happened! So just remember, when it feels like it's been way too damn long, A LOT has happened

== Cast & Crew Lovely Letters ==

For Valentine's Day we've set up a Kudos board for our cast & crew of OFMD! (it's on an unlimited version so make as many posts as you'd like!) You can send pictures, gifs, videos, or just text, and we'll be sharing it to them on valentine's day across as many platforms as we can.

== Resources ==

One of our crew members, Lady Penni, aka @Pellington21 on twitter was kind enough to send in a HUGE list of Positive Critic Quotes to the Repo today and they got added in. Speaking of Resources, do you have images/gifs/infographics/text you want to share with the crew? Please feel free to send them to our contact form over at the repo. @quirkysubject as well as some other crew members are being kind enough to help me get it filled in and up to date (as well as updating the accessibility) and we want to make sure if you want to share your resources you can! Let us know what name you'd like to be credited by and we'll get things uploaded! Repo Contact Form

= Starfury OFMD Fandom Convention =

So as a heads up, the first Our Flag Means Death specific event has been anounced by Starfury for Heathrow, UK 8 Nov - 10 Nov 2024. Details at www.starfury.co.uk I would like to point out as it's been brought up QUITE A BIT that it would be good to hold off buying tickets for now. Apparently Starfury is NOTORIOUS for saying certain guests will be there, when they haven't been confirmed yet (and they did that today with Rhys Darby) so it may be good to wait a bit before purchasing. This did cause some "Come to my convention" clowning for various people on twitter, which produced some fun stuff.

= Watch Parties/Events! =

= Astroglide Fic/Art Week 18+ =

You heard that right. 02/09/2024 - 02/25/2024 is Fic/Art Week

Please feel free to @Astroglide on twitter, or even here on tumblr @astroglideofficial and use the tags: #LubeAsACrew #SaveOFMD

= New Watch Parties! =

Thank you @iamadequate1 for getting these all in one place! Twitter Thread

Feb 12 - Feb 16: People of Earth S1

People of Earth is no longer on any streaming platform, but it is available for digital purchase (ex, on Amazon). If access is an issue, DM @gentlebeardsbarngrill

Season 1 watch next week from February 12th to February 16th.

Skipping the week after in case people want to participate in the n next Palestine strike.

Season 2 watch from February 26th to March 1st

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST.

Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each.

Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#PiratesOfEarth

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1

Wrecked is no longer on any streaming platform, and it is not available digitally on US sites. (Apparently, it is available on German Amazon?) There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @gentlebeardsbarngrill

Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th.

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th.

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd.

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST.

Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each.

Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#ForOurCaptain

== SchadenFreude / Coyote Vs. Acme ==

So some crazy stuff happened today. Apparently Zaslav made a decision to not only remove Coyote Vs. Acme from Max but to shelve it so no one else could purchase it.

Wanna learn more? The Final Days of ‘Coyote vs. Acme’: Offers, Rejections and a Roadrunner Race Against Time | Exclusive

Coyote vs. Acme's Fate Might Have Been Sealed by Real Judge Doom David Zaslav

Now what does that have to do with Our Flag Means Death? Well, just like we've been seeing for weeks now the WBD stock has PLUMMETED like crazy since The Wrap article came out this morning.

It sent the following trends all over twitter: (Thank you Mich for capturing these!)

Wanna help out Coyote Vs. Acme? Please sign their petition to get it saved: Petition

Seeing this much negative press for WBD is great and shows it's not just OFMD they're cancelling, they're making crappy decisions left and right. The term "Zaslovian Blunder" was also coined today on the @saveofmdcrewmates tumblr:

*Zaslovian (adjective): to make a decision that is unanimously deemed absurd, that almost seems to purposefully damage one's reputation, company, self, and others.

== Articles ==

5 TV weddings to celebrate the 20th anniversary of same-sex marriage in San Francisco

Peak TV Is Officially Over: FX Tallies 14 Percent Drop in Scripted Series for 2023

== Morale ==

In honor of 85k signatures, our friend @lucyrosebutler on twitter shared the rest of her Cameo with Rhys. (We'll see if it explodes this post, please don't I will cry)

Full video clips on twitter.

== Morale Cont'd ==

Hey Lovelies. 30 days is a LONG time. I get that. I'm feeling it in my bones too. I want you to know it's totally normal if you are feeling frustrated, and exhausted, and just over all of this effort to get our show back.

It's okay to feel that way.

You don't need to be positive all the time, you're allowed to feel grief. I know we've grieved several times since the original announcement, but just like progress, grief isn't linear either.

It's going to come up again in waves, and hopefully those waves get smaller each time, but they will keep coming until we get our show back.

I say UNTIL WE GET OUR SHOW BACK, because despite my own frustrations, I don't really have any doubt that it will happen at this point, it's just a matter of when.

What makes me feel that way?

Chaos Dad's silence

The fact he hasn't told us to just stop cause there's no way it's gonna happen

The whole "everybody is ready to go" in Aotearoa we heard from Wee John Wondays

Rhys' continuous pile of support

The Cast and Crew being more active on social media again

The continuous positive press

and so many other little things that continue to happen that keep making it feel like we're inching forward.

I'm not an expert, I just have a feeling, based on staring at every happening that's happened over the past 30 days.

So if you need to, go grieve lovelies! Get mad, get frustrated, scream, cry, it's normal and it's healthy. You deserve to let feelings those out.

You are human, and you are wonderful, and you can't be a ray of sunshine all the time (nor should you have to be).

And for those of you who aren't grieving, and instead feeling renewed excitement, that's absolutely wonderful too. Don't feel like you have to grieve if that's not where you're at! Every one of us has a personal journey through all of this, and not one of us will share the exact same experience, so remember not to judge your progress based on everyone else.

Anyway, I'm rambling now, so on to the love notes:

== Love Notes ==

YOU are beautiful.

YOU are doing so damn well.

You are trying your best at whatever you're dealing with in your life, and you're kicking ass, no matter how much it doesn't feel like it some of the days.

You are a glorious piece of stardust, and whether you're shining bright or dim today, you are radiant.

Remember to breathe, and drink some water, and get some rest so you can keep shining.

Love you crew, hope wherever/whenever you are on this big blue marble you're doing well.

=Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =

In honor of the Love Birds Watch Party I'm including it in tonight's theme. Idk about the Taika one, they seemed to match, or I'm just tired.

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #fuck david zaslav #saveofmd #save ofmd

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