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b0r3dtod3ath · 9 months

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"Dude, why are you so nervous?"

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Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Maybe third-wheeling wasn't that bad at the end of the day.

A/N: Reader is loosely inspired by "Succession".

An awful feeling of third-wheeling followed Lando as he sat next to his friends - Charles and Pierre and their girlfriends. The group sat in such a way that the two drivers were next to each other as well as their girlfriends which left Lando in a weird position where he couldn’t really hear much. He was invited by his friends to watch a tennis match during Wimbledon but he imagined it differently. In a sign of defeat he pulled out his phone trying to kill some time till the match started. Slowly the crowd was gathering but there was still some time left. His friends didn’t notice his unusual lack of engaging in a conversation so he got lost in his thoughts while looking like a hurt 5 year old with an ipad. He looked away from the screen when you sat next to him. A polite “Hello” left your lips as you adjusted your sunglasses. He was looking at you in a pure shock, not a word left his lips as he stared at you. “Sorry, is this seat taken? I must have messed up the numbers” his astonishment led you to believe that there was a mistake. He snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat. “No, no. I just-, You are Y/N Y/L/N”. You laughed at his comment. Did he feel starstruck? “And you are Lando Norris. I’m a fan. It’s nice to finally meet you.” a big smile formed on your face as you put out your hand for him to shake it.

Little did you know, you were Lando’s secret celebrity crush. He would never think he would be able to meet you. You were a daughter of a ceo of a global media and entertainment conglomerate. Born to take over your fathers business. You grew up in a wealthy environment filled with important people. Duh, you were even invited to a royal wedding. You were well educated and relatively down to earth. And he? He was just a Formula 1 driver - in his opinion - nowhere near your level of powerfulness. Just a young, chaotic kid. So when you sat next to him he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

His friends noticed a new person sitting next to the group. “Look at him, no wonder he isn’t saying anything” Pierre laughed. “Our Landou is in love?” said Charles, earning an elbow nudge from his girlfriend.

“So, are you here alone? How long are you staying in England” Lando tried to start a conversation once his nerves calmed down a bit. You were usually seen with your family so the question wasn’t so weird. “Yea, my family is in France now. I’m actually staying for a week. I’m going to watch you race in Silverstone” you smiled. Lando wished you hadn’t worn sunglasses just so he could see your beautiful eyes. “Wait, you are going to be there? God, now I feel pressured that such a pretty lady will be watching me compete.” You laughed at his remark but he was actually a little nervous. A small conversation carried on. “God, you are so hot, I, I I mean you must be so hot because of your outfit” you wore a navy suit paired with a white shirt. “Haha, It isn’t that bad.” you said while Lando’s face was turning red.

The match went pretty smoothly but Lando didn’t remember much of it. He focused only on you. He started noticing little details about you - the way your lips would turn up when your favorite player served or how you sighed every time they had lost a point.

When it finished he had gathered all his courage and asked you for your number. He had never felt so nervous talking to a girl. Your presence made him feel like he was not enough for you, yet he still wanted to try. “Um, could I maybe have your number. So i could give you an exclusive tour around the paddock of course” He said as you gathered your things. “Oh, of course, that’s so nice of you! I have to go now but I wanna say thank you because I really enjoyed your company. I hope you will call me soon.” You winked and gave him a piece of paper with your number on it. He gladly took it from you already thinking of framing it once he got home.

Two days later, on Tuesday Lando finally stopped panicking, well… kind of. He texted you knowing that he would stutter while talking on the phone. He reread the message ten times before sending it to you. He tried to keep it cool - he asked if you wanted to play golf with him the next day and maybe go for lunch later - nothing crazy but he hoped you would appreciate it. It took you a few minutes to end Lando’s suffering by responding with a simple “Sure, just send me the address :))”.

You thanked your driver and got out of the car. You saw Lando smiling from ear to ear. “Hi, nice to see you again” you went to hug him as only one word managed to escape his lips “Hey”. Lando had to admit that the hug calmed him a bit, it reassured him that you are feeling safe with him. “I have already rented the golf cart” he said and you started walking towards the vehicle. “That’s nice, let me drive. It’s your day off”. “Haha I’m going to be your passenger princess” he laughed “Yes, a pretty passenger princess. We need to get you a crown”. Golf went on smoothly, a natural conversion flew well with occasional stops when either one of you got too focused. “You play pretty well. I thought I was gonna make a move and try to teach you but it seems like I’m the one needing tutoring.” he started getting more and more comfortable with you, not even trying to mask his crush on you. You chuckled a bit “Well I started playing when I was a teenager. When did you start?” “Oh, just a couple years ago. Actually, I used to think golf was boring but my friend Carlos forced me to play with him and I ended up loving this sport.”

Lando drove you to a country club restaurant. “Hello, I have a reservation under “Norris”” Lando said to the man at the door who later led you to a table on a patio. Lando pulled your chair and allowed you to sit first. A true gentleman you thought. “Jeezz, you even made a reservation. You didn’t have to, we could always go somewhere less fancy. I mean, I like it here but you didn’t have to, really” you said in amusement. “Well, I wanted to take you here. There’s not a lot of people so we can be comfortable and the view is amazing” the last part of the sentence made your heart skip a beat - you knew he wasn’t referring just to the beautiful garden. You sat there for a moment, getting lost in each others’ eyes until a waiter came to hand you the menus. You ordered the food and drinks and started talking. You have watched a few videos online of him before. Well, maybe a few was an understatement but either way you noticed that Lando was still a bit nervous. You tried to loosen up the atmosphere a bit by telling funny stories and it took a while but it worked. He started telling you about his karting days and his friends on track. “Yeah, and that's how I met Max, didn't leave the best first impression haha. Oh god, the sun has set. What time is it? I shouldn’t be keeping you for too long” and just like that the panic in his behavior came back. “No, no. It’s fine. I can call my driver anytime so don’t worry about that.” he relaxed a bit at your words “I can drive you home if you are okay with that” he insisted with a sparkle in his eyes.

You sat in Lando’s Mclaren as he randomly said “We should get a dessert. What do ya think?” “What do you mean?” you, thrown off guide “I know an ice cream shop nearby, they make handmade ice cream it’s amazing. You should try it”. It wasn’t a long ride. Lando opened the car door for you as well as the door to the shop. “Thank you.” you smiled. You two looked at available options and you got on your toes, touching his arm for support, and whispered “What flavor should I get?”. He instantly blushed at the lack of space between you and you touching his arm made his heartbeat go faster “Maybe vanilla” he said with a sudden wave of confidence. You quickly ate the ice cream and made your way home.

Lando once again opened the door for you. “Thank you. I had a lot of fun.” you kissed his cheek. He literally turned into a mess - he didn’t know what to say. No one ever saw the sweeter, softer side of you so he felt honored you let him see it. He finally snapped away from his thoughts as you were already walking to your front door “Goodnight!” he said just before you reached it “Goodnight!” you waved at him.

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malachitebeck · 5 months

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SPOILERS FOR DOCTOR WHO: THE GIGGLE (Also, Spoilers, I get a little serious and introspective under here. Shit's a bit of an essay.)

I will be the first to admit I have not engaged with Doctor Who as a franchise in a good few years. I stopped watching the series regularly around the end of Matt Smith's run, and while I tried to engage with Jodie Whittaker's season, the confusing release schedule meant that I lost that motivation and quickly let go.

But when I saw the initial trailers for these three anniversary specials, I will admit they likely had the exact effect on me they were probably meant to; drawing me, a wandering former fan, like a moth back towards the flame of the series as it was entering a new era of streaming partnerships and a boosted budget.

And while I enjoyed the first two specials and actually found them to be rather nostalgic in their own way, the ending of the third special has left an admittedly poor taste in my mouth that I can't sit with quietly. I usually don't make posts like this, but there's a first time for everything right?

I will admit, first and foremost, that The Giggle was not the story I had expected going in. I didn't know a lot about the Classic Episodes (or, well, episode) the Toymaker was coming from, and as a result was swept up in an intriguing fan fervor that posited the episode was going to take on a kind of meta-textual horror; addressing the fires that destroyed the film reels of the majority of the episodes in an in-universe fashion, depicting the Toymaker as this haunting entity the Doctor was struggling to remember.

Suffice to say the episode was not that. But I am not sitting down to write all of this simply because the episode took on a more... stale commentative approach to the internet and social media that didn't live up to the version I had constructed in my head. The creative team was never under any obligation to do so, obviously.

I'm writing this because of Ncuti Gatwa.

For a brief moment, when the characters were out on the helipad(?) of the UNIT building, I had what I thought was an epiphany. "This has been about Ncuti all along," I thought, "this approach to talking about internet discourse is a bit stale, sure, but allegorically it's trying to critically talk about the response to Ncuti's casting. Surely that's why they took this angle, it just didn't stick the landing."

I thought this because the regeneration was happening right at the climax of the Toymaker's speech about why he loved humanity and our worst "21st century" aspects, and because Mel, in the moment the Doctor was regenerating, took the time to hold his hand, smile, and remark that "all of your faces are fantastic."

In that moment, I tried to give the series the benefit of the doubt. I tried to believe that, while clumsy, they were teeing up the start of Gatwa's era by holding up a mirror to their own fanbase, trying to coax them into reflecting on the vitriol that they put him through, especially in the British Press and on social media.

But then the Doctor didn't regenerate. He Bi-Generated.

Immediately the common trope of the regeneration is tossed on its head. Gatwa and Tennant were on screen, together- defeating the Toymaker as a triumphant pair. Rather than going through the motions I was accustomed to in every regeneration I had seen previously, where the new Doctor is alone, adjusting sharply to their circumstances and needing to struggle for a moment to get their feet back under them before ultimately still winning the day and establishing themselves as as capable as they ever were; Gatwa was not only not alone, but was immediately being depicted as if he had simply always been there, not questioning the position he was in, not needing time to recover, just. Moving. Going.

But I thought perhaps this was just going to be fleeting. The concept of Bi-Generation being a myth of the Gallifreyan people and thus fair game to be invoked by the energy the Toymaker exuded was hastily explained, and since it had apparently never happened I thought there would be drawbacks, side effects. I was quickly constructing a reasonable way the show could still give Gatwa his space, his moment.

Then the fight ended. Tennant was still standing, triumphant and fine, and looked to be utterly unchanged. Still the Doctor in every physical aspect. He's being comforted, even, by Gatwa- the newly formed Doctor, usually the one reeling, is painted as being so utterly fine that he's able to be the shoulder 14 can use to lean on.

I continue to try to make excuses. As the scene in the TARDIS begins, sure I find it jarring that the 15th Doctor is comforting the 14th on mental health struggles he should reasonably also have, but they are trying to construct an out for Tennant. They've never done this before, but it's clearly setting up a kind of retirement- they want to give Tennant a unique sendoff, want to give the character a permanent resting place in the form of one final "adventure", the adventure of a normal human life with Donna.

But then Ncuti grabbed the fucking hammer. And it all started to sink in for me.

Not only was the 14th Doctor not gone, but he was still in a relatively vague position in the story. The final scene of him in the garden is nice, in theory, but the TARDIS, his own copy of the TARDIS that he magically had made for him, is quite literally looming in the background- reminding the audience that this is all potentially fleeting. Rose and Mel joke about 14 breaking his promises to slow down by sneaking away to take them on small adventures, and it just utterly hit me in that moment, that someone at the BBC, someone responsible for writing or maintaining Doctor Who as a titan of British Popular Culture, did not trust Ncuti Gatwa.

Because even if the fan response to this decision that I have seen thus far online has been positive, it's positive for a reason, and I am being kind when I say this, that I find disheartening. There are excited thoughts about what Tennant might get to do in the near future; thoughts of a potential UNIT series where he gets to star, appearances in the main series, his own spin-off as The Doctor.

But that's just it, isn't it? He's still the Doctor. In every way he is still there, in the universe. For now we are shown the character is at rest, has found peace, but even he admits that he doesn't think it will last, and neither does Donna, the other person supposedly trying to convince him to slow down and heal.

In the long tradition of the role of the Doctor, a tradition being commemorated through this very string of episodes, the role has been treated in a way like principal characters in a Broadway show. Each actor gets a special night to enter into the spotlight, the chance to make it their own for as long as they wish, and a fond sendoff the moment they decide they're ready for something else. The actors are not crossing paths, not really- not unless it is in a format meant to highlight their times in the role, something predicated on the idea that each of them, as independent beings who occupied it for a certain unique amount of time, are worthy of their proverbial flowers in their own right. They each make up the long canon of the role, but were each, individually, allowed to play it all on their own.

In this metaphor, Ncuti Gatwa has been double billed. In a history of this role being occupied by one actor, one at a time, he is the only one who is entering it with the previous actor still lingering- waiting in the wings, ready to be summoned on stage at any moment should the producers decide it would make things more interesting. He is not being trusted to carry the role on his own merits, intentionally or not. He, the first black man to ever occupy this role, is having the rules changed on him- and is acting out a story wherein his character is happy to accept that fact, is the one to grab the cartoon mallet from the floorboards and break the TARDIS in two, literally severing every iconic aspect of the character he should be allowed to embody all on his own into another person, who is literally handed a tool by the narrative to crop back up whenever he'd like.

In the scene on the helipad of the UNIT building, I thought I had had an epiphany. I thought what I was watching was an allegorical condemnation of an aspect of the fanbase that had refused to accept any actor who wasn't white occupying such a famous role in British Television history. I thought what I was watching was setting up something for Gatwa, was rolling out this metaphorical carpet for him to enter his first season on, bolstered by the fact he was being allegorically supported by former companions and a Doctor so adored they brought him back twice.

But what I was actually seeing, whether or not Davies or anyone else thought this aspect of it through, was that very thought process, that very hatred, being softly placated. That those vocal members of the British public and the audience at large were being told, "Not to worry! He's not the only Doctor," Wittingly or unwittingly utterly undermining Gatwa's run from the very start.

Simply put, the Doctor is a communal role, but not a role that has ever been shared. And this Special choosing now as a time to start? Left a deeply sour taste in my mouth. For now I will attempt to be hopeful, will tune in for Gatwa's Christmas Special and hope to all hopes he is given the moment in the spotlight he deserves... but if they lead Tennant out of the wings to thunderous applause? I only hope that my thoughts on the matter will make you all second guess clapping along.

#This was so fucking long #But I had a lot of thoughts #doctor who #doctor who special #doctor who 60th anniversary #doctor who spoilers #doctor who special spoilers #doctor who: the giggle #ncuti gatwa #david tennant #russel t davies #14th doctor #15th doctor

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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I hope you don't mind me chipping my own two cents in your hc!! Sorry your writing and angst also made me think all sorts of plots and feels that I couldn't just not share 😭😭

I wonder if Bruce's constant objectifying/harassment ever got spread around the league until no matter how close or not Batman is with you, they know how one of their leaders got treated as part of his daily life.

I mean, it's a pretty huge deal; Oliver might just tell people to tread lightly around Bruce and to not attempt any sexual remarks around the man. Putting himself as Bruce's newly, worrywart big brother in the scenes

Ted Kord whisk Bruce away to a business talk when a creep straight up fondle Bruce's ass (Michael Carter once punched a guy for it and couldn't come unless he finds a secure place to punch a creep)

Green Lanterns Corps and Batman are never in good terms, and when they found out how Batman's civilian identity acts, they shared a few jabs and laugh together. But after what Hal told them and how actually disturbing the whole ordeal is. Even the lanterns grow worry about their bat friend.

So whenever there's a media coverage and bustling reporters trying to trapped Bruce in, the Lanterns will shout at them to back off and give Bruce enough time to escape. Jessica prefers to comfort Bruce as they both run away from the press while everyone else is holding them back, she feels like he needs some.

(On the other hand, Guy loves shoving entitled paparazzi away, so it's a win-win!!)

Even his children's friends knows! They can see how Cass is seething at any particular ladies who go up to her dad. Dick usually consult to Wally and his team about his frustrations and concerns (which in turn only spread further). Tim, despite being a pretty secretive person, always makes it known to his friends about what's going on with Batman's life. Jason and Damian will rant to whoever is willing to listen and go off each time. Duke is usually awkward and uncomfortable when talking about it, while Steph won't shut up about his treatment.

Sometimes they invite their friends to his galas whenever they weren't able to attend them and keep those creeps in check.

Especially Carmine Falcone, whose creepiness to child Brucie (even now, which is no different) is widely known in the hero communities that it's not joke anymore. There's heroes who outright said Falcone is their least favourite villain and he won the most hated general guy in the league

Bruce has mixed feelings over all this. At first, he's grateful that his love ones are look out for him, even in the most trivial of times. He would do the same to be honest.

But...its getting out of hand where, this help only make Bruce feel even more helpless — Like Bruce is bringing all those disgusting leers onto himself, he can handle it. He should handle it. He knows how to handle it. He's not actually some dumb fragile glass that they need to treat with caution. Saving himself from dire situations, mentally reminds himself who he is and what he's worth. You can't just take it from him. Nevertheless, there's times he can't and it went too far...

Right now, after being saved from another weird cultist kidnappers; Constantine and Patrick are ushering him away from the masses while Dinah is holding people back with Kory and Dick. Its not about Bruce, the papers aren't going to be about him, and yet they treated as if it is. And Bruce, lets them. Bruce lets them handle him like some damsel in distress who couldn't do anything to save himself.

Bruce hates that part of himself. Ashamed even. Being saved like this will constantly remind Bruce that he's still playing the same poor, pretty little orphan in need of rescue at that shitty alley— by his family, friends, coworkers and even their fucking children. Thus, it further solidify his shamed. Bruce resents it, but doesn't know what to make out of it

K, so im gonna copy and paste my response from the previous part here!!

I LOVEEEEEE your points about Bruce's inner struggle with accepting care vs embracing care. I feel like this trope for THAT context frame echoes truth especially loudly.

Bruce being a victim of SA/Sexual Harassment and not rationalising that bc it happens SO often that he just. Stopped characterizating it as Harassment hits. Because I feel like.

Men don't know how to accept a help that doesn't harm them. Weather it's alpha male coaches embarassing them and their identity that they themselves seek out, or balantly ignoring clear signs of abuse, there's a certain viciousness in how men treat themselves and their trauma.

Bruce is like that not because he wants to appear MANLY, or because he thinks it's a Women's Thing, but simply because he sees himself as a tower of protection. What's the point of protecting others if you can't even protect yourself?

#i love this and oliver being a big bro!!! we love to see it!!!#not many thoughts on hal or the lanterns as i really dont have an attachment to them really???#but the rest is wildly correct #asks

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septembersghost · 2 years

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i'm super curious, I don't listen to Taylor Swift, but how do you guys know all this stuff about her personal life without actually knowing her personally?

i truly don't know how to explain this succinctly, but for those of us who've followed her career and held her music, and her, close for a long time (it's me, hi! since late 2008 in my case)...she's a diaristic storyteller. her songs are pulled directly from her life, and one of her gifts is specificity and detail that makes you feel like you can see the picture she's weaving in her lyrics - take, for example, the opening line of All Too Well, "I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, but something 'bout it felt like home somehow, and I left my scarf there, at your sister's house, and you've still got it, in your drawer, even now," it sets the whole scene, the time of year, the chill in the air, the feeling of longing, the hurt of missing something. whether she's relying on narrative prose or leaning more into the metaphorically poetic (writing about her longtime love like, "Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind, head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in, as if you were a mythical thing, like you were a trophy or a champion ring, and there was one prize I'd cheat to win," which is only one example because we have songs about him scattered and twinkling across five entire albums now, which is half of her discography!), we are clued into what she's discussing.

an unfortunate and often damaging and unfair thing for taylor is that she has been hounded, dissected, diaparaged, slut shamed, and unavoidably covered by the press. so the major relationships of her life (romances and friendships) have been documented with scrutinizing detail since she was still a teenager (which she was already hurt over a decade ago, and the agony in her voice is even more potent in the re-recording of The Lucky One, "and your secrets end up splashed on the news frontpage"), and her only real way of reclaiming her life and her experiences has always been to put them into song. when she created her first five albums (self-titled debut, Fearless, Speak Now, Red, 1989), she also encoded little messages for us to decipher in her lyric booklets, to clue us in to what a given song might be about, which was fun for us, but another form of her trying to hold onto her agency and express her stories how she wanted, i think. the media knew who she'd dated and where she'd been, but with us she shares the emotional journey, the effect these things have had on her.

some of it is inference - there's something i knew to be happening circa 2014-2015 (a couple of things, actually) that was so upsetting for me, i had to get distance for a while because it was too triggering and too recognizable, and that was painful for me and i still feel sad looking back on it, but she herself has confirmed everything i was worried about at the time (first in her documentary, Miss Americana, which also gives more insight into her as a person), and mentions it directly on this record, and i ache for her but am also so proud of how far she's come.

when she was eviscerated by everyone in 2016 over a leaked phone call and blatant lie (which has now been concretely proven as such), and the internet was cheering for her downfall and posting the hashtag "#taylorswiftisoverparty," and bombarding her with snake emojis, and painting murals celebrating her "death," and vilifying her...i can't begin to describe what that felt like to witness from the perspective of the fans who care about her. she is still working through trauma from this (among other things). she disappeared for a while, she didn't know if we'd care if she came back. the fact that she did at all is remarkably resilient. when she lost her masters in 2019, she told us immediately and we inherently understood why it was devastating for her, why her music not being her own was terrible, because these albums are her life's work, they are her blood, sweat, and tears (as she sings in You're On Your Own, Kid). she's re-recording those first six albums to reclaim her work and her ownership, but she's also doing some of that for us - so she's done things like including the vault songs, or, in the case of the long fabled ten minute version of All Too Well, creating a short film to accompany it. it's just...she's trusted and let us in to many, many things. when she talks about a given song or subject, or references a specific detail, she knows we'll get it. we know who the primary subject of Red is, so when she wears the Red ring and announces a song that's ultimately about the love being every shade of red (Maroon), we know what she means. when she interpolates a song from 1989 (Out Of the Woods, which has a specific story, which we know is connected to other tracks on the record, including Style, and then it's like, well, look at the name!) into a new song (Question...?) asking questions from the past, we know who she's asking. when she mentions her girlhood and the devastation of something very dark happening and leaving her wounded at nineteen in Would've Could've Should've, still regretting it now, we already have the frame of "don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by your dark, twisted games, when I loved you so?" in Dear John. when she writes about her partner, whether it's cheeky and fun ("karma is my boyfriend") or deeply vulnerable ("you looked up at me with honor and truth, broken and blue, so I called off the troops, that was the night I nearly I lost you" or "you know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back, just like that" or "outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing" or "I've never seen someone lit from within, blurring out my periphery"), she's already given us mosaic pieces of their story, so we understand where the new ones fit when we hear them. she recalls imagery and circumstances on purpose. (ie: "he's passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky" -> "one night a few moons ago, I saw flecks of what could've been lights, but it might just have been you, passing by unbeknownst to me," "I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans" -> "I laid the groundwork, and then just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line," i could go on about these things forever, i could write a novel just about lyrical parallels and motifs throughout her songs).

i can't properly encapsulate sixteen years' worth of her songs and stories and the myriad ways she's let fans in to know and understand, it's very layered and long-standing and does kind of become a if you know, you know situation. she trusts us with that, as much as any artist can trust millions of strangers who've listened to her grow up and treasured her music and woven it into our own lives and our own stories too. she can't know us directly, nor are we part of her personal life, but she does open her heart to us in a way that's unique to her.

in the past couple of years, we've gotten to see her thrive artistically, with the love of her life by her side, with a support system and wonderful friends and collaborators around her, in a new, richer way, and it's really beautiful and extraordinary to witness. the staggering success she's experiencing with Midnights, which the industry said couldn't be done!, is, like i said in the other post, because she has been so earnest and authentic, and she's enough as her true self, she always has been, but this is finally a time where i think she can fully rejoice in it, and i hope she is. she's not only an incomparable artist and master songwriter, which absolutely will go down as legendary in the annals of music, she's a really special, luminous person, and i admire and love her dearly, which is a sentiment longtime fans share, and i can also say without hesitation (and i know i'm not alone in this) that i wouldn't still be here (or even quite be who i am) without her.

#it's honestly too complicated and closely knit to even properly answer this but here is an attempt #taylor swift #anonymous #letterbox

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maxwell-grant · 2 years

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Ask Round-Up: June

Hi there! Got some time to spare so I figured I’d kick this one off first thing in the month,. A couple of points, as usual

-Happy Pride Month!

-I posted a video on Twitter recently dubbing a comic Dan Schkade did, and I’m linking it here to announce that I do intend to use my Twitter for stuff soon (mostly when I do start “The Grim Screen” proper, which is the name of that big mystery project I keep alluding to, and where the characters in my profile pictures come from). I’m still figuring out how I wanna use social media to share and promote my work in a way that isn’t more grating than it’s worth, I need to start trying new things, this being one of them.

-It’s COLD-AS-SHIT here in Brazil, we’ve been getting hit with some of the absolute coldest days in the country’s history, honestly reminded me of when I spent some weeks in London during a winter. Getting raised in a tropical country absolutely does not prepare you for that kind of shit, especially when coats (and clothes in general) your size tend to be stupidly expensive. And COVID’s spiking again to the point most people can no longer pretend this pandemic ever ended.

-I picked a stray cat off the garbage over a month ago and, after trying every available option to see if someone could take care of her, running a ton of tests and taking her to vets and looking after her in our studio, we ended up giving up on pretending we weren’t gonna adopt her. Currently in the process of moving her to our home and getting our house cat to adjust to the new presence and it’s, a work in progress.

-Still massively busy due to musical theater, currently trying to get enough time to finish my resume and start looking for work elsewhere.

-Currently caught between several juggling acts that have only gotten exponentially worse and more stressful since the first draft of this post but nevermind let’s go:

@jcogginsa asked: So we just got a new Street Fighter VI Gameplay Trailer, with what seems to be a fairly massive change to the series' gameplay

If anything, the gameplay seems to be the least changed aspect of it, or maybe it’s just the one I’m noticing the least because, frankly I don’t care about gameplay that much, but, wow, color me genuinely impressed with what they’ve shown so far. Just, Christ, this is what a major step forward finally feels like, not some faux-Alpha soft reboot or all-stars compilathon, no, they really are serious about taking Street Fighter to the future. Ryu, I already remarked at being pleased with them allowing Ryu to mature and change his outfit and role, but I’m far more impressed that they’re clearly letting Chun-Li follow suit as well, getting a slight visual overhaul (sort of a lightly-colored combination of her two key designs, SF2 and Alpha, with a characterization that seems to be building off her Third Strike era and a handful of new details like the change in bracelets and more exposed forehead to cement her maturity) and getting to show off a little as a teacher in the trailer. It feels nice to have good things to say about the direction they’re taking Chun-Li as a character (and oh thank god she’s got a new voice actor, I never liked Laura Bailey’s voice for her, this game really is spoiling me).

They even got me onboard with having Luke stick around as the MC! Yeah, color me fucking shocked, but when he doesn’t look as much like Logan Paul a grotesque eyesore with a superfluous personality and he looks like a character that actually belongs in this world, and he gets a very neat-looking rival character to play off, yeah, I’m onboard with him. Really liked Jaime, too, I think he really sets a new standard for SF character design quite nicely, I like that just from a glance he pays homage to a lot of SF archetypes while very clearly being his own character (to a better extent than Luke, who seems to have been designed with the same idea in mind), love that he’s Street Fighter’s first take on the “drunken master” archetype except he’s not just a hokey old cliche but instead a fresh new spin on the archetype. This is what Street Fighter made it’s name on, this is what it should always be doing.

Also saw that most of the starting roster was leaked a while ago, a couple of comments on that: I love that none of the OG World Warriors are coming back without some form of redesign, in particular I love Blanka’s new clothes and E.Honda looks cooler than ever. Not a fan of them finally being cowards enough to give Zangief pants but, fine, they are clearly scaling down the cartooniness of the prior installments, I get why the speedo had to go. Glad they kept Dhalsim’s beard while reverting back his bald head and, changing his necklace? Interesting. Very interested in what the hell’s going on with Ken, fucker looks more divorced with every new installment, kinda surprised that it’s Ken who looks like he’s got his shit together a lot less than Ryu this time around / and uh, I wrote this post before it was apparently leaked that Ken actually is divorced? The fuck? Curious to see how that goes.

LOVE LOVE LOVE GOUKI’S NEW LOOK, holy shit this is what he should have looked like in SFV to begin with, fuck, finally they made a redesign for him that doesn’t suck. Love that they seem to have incorporated one of the concept ideas they had for him for SFV, which was to have him wear the fur of a bear he killed, into his main design, because that is 100% a Gouki thing to do and it works masterfully with the lion / wildman imagery he’s already got going on.

Funny, I was JUST thinking the other day if they were ever gonna bring Dee Jay back and if they did, they were definitely gonna have to redesign him and tone down everything that made him look like a grotesque racist caricature or, at least, change it so that he doesn’t stick out as much compared to the other characters, which it seems like they did, I’m actually kinda shocked over how much I like how he looks now, he’s like 100 times better. I always did like Dee Jay’s concept as a fun-loving musician who, unlike the other characters, really was just in it to have fun, and I like that he actually looks the part now. LOVE that they brought Rashid back and redesigned him to look sexier, actually, I like that they seem to be a lot more willing to let the dudes look explicitly hot this time around at a similar and show more skin while the female characters look like they were made with looking cool as a priority over looking like someone’s fetish (might retract this statement depending on how Laura or Mika look like if they make it to the game).

Juri was obviously gonna come back, but I definitely prefer this look over the SFV bodysuit, not surprised Ed’s back but am mildly interested with where they’re taking him lore-wise. The new characters look a little samey and, to an extent they kinda look a little more like Tekken characters (but then again the whole aesthetic of this game reminds me a lot of Tekken), but I definitely like their look, and I definitely think they are gonna make a vastly better batch of newcomers than what IV and V had. I’m particularly interested in Marisa, JP, Kimberly and Aki. So, yeah, I’m definitely on board with where this game is heading.

Anonymous asked: Do you have any interest in seeing other parts of South America?

Sure. Already traveled through quite a bit of it, but I always wanna travel more, traveling’s one of my favorite things to do. Unfortunately it’s also terribly expensive even besides the whole, cough, pandemic. But, yeah, I definitely miss traveling.

Anonymous asked: Excluding pastiche of the character like Swam, what is your favourite version of the phantom of the opera ?

Come to think of it I, don’t think I actually have one? My favorite Phantoms are the ones I make myself out of extensively curating and Frankensteining together the dozens and dozens of existing Phantoms, sort of like The Shadow but to a much greater extent since there’s hundreds of Phantom of the Opera stories out there and the character’s public domain. I guess for me it’s not so much particular “versions” of the character, so much as it’s particular ideas.

I love Leroux’s Erik, I think the resolution to his story is still pretty unsurpassed (except by the one depicted in the short story “Beauty and the Opéra, or The Phantom Beast” by Suzy McKee Charnas, that one has by far the best take I’ve read yet on the Phantom x Christine relationship), I find myself lately appreciating a lot how remarkably childish and darkly humorous he’s written to be, way more than you’d ever expect the original take on The Phantom to be. I like Lon Chaney’s Phantom likewise for the humor and classic villainy he has fun with, particularly in his final scene. I like Ken Hill’s Phantom for similar reasons and he’s probably my favorite of the on-stage Phantoms I’ve seen or heard (I have some more, mixed, feelings for the ALW version, I wrote like a massive report on it recently so I don’t feel like talking about it for now).

I love how BATSHIT HORRIFYING the Phantom of Althea Liu’s Christine is, I really like some of the ideas at play in the Charles Dance version (not a wholly satisfying take but, there’s some ideas in there I like, and honestly being played by Charles Dance does go a long way in at least getting my attention). I love how he’s drawn in the MAZM game (hadn’t had a chance to check it in full yet) and I have some other favorite artistic renditions of him by artists like Greg Hildebrandt, Kyu Ha and Anne Bachelier, to quote a few among many. I have a LOT of space in my files devoted to cataloguing Phantom media and anything adjacent to it as a reference point, I go through them every now and then whenever I start thinking about the kinds of Phantoms I want to create.

Honorable mention right now goes also to the Cosmos Takarazuka Phantom played by Yoka Wao. I’ve never been remotely able to witness this play, there’s no records of it I can find online outside of this terrific review penned by @ancientphantom, but reading that immediately shot this up into becoming one of my absolute favorite takes on the character to read about or imagine (reading that, during Christine’s debut, this version of The Phantom broke the 4th wall by actually going offstage to the orchestra pit in order to personally conduct the orchestra went a long way in making this my favorite show that I’ll never get to watch, seriously, what a brilliant usage of the character).

@thedeathalchemist asked: Since you are doing musical theater, do you have any favorite musicals (can be both stage and film)?

Actually not that many, especially when it comes to stage since music theater shows tend to be terribly expensive. This might seem weird coming off the previous ask, and the fact that I did this big writing assignment on it, but I don’t actually consider the ALW Phantom among them (it’s, weird, the history I have with that play, but I don’t dislike it though). Among the ones that come to mind would be The Lion King (I was a little young to “get” the worship people have for Lion King when I watched the movie, but the play definitely instilled that impression on me), and Morte e Vida Severina gets a very strong recommendation from me.

For film, definitely my number one pick would be Phantom of the Paradise, followed by Little Shop of Horrors and The Prince of Egypt, and now Descendants 2. I watched the whole Descendants trilogy recently and I definitely have a lot of thoughts on it, but Descendants 2 in particular is shockingly good, trust me, it’s worth putting up with the first movie (not bad but, not terribly interesting) to get to it. Speaking of Descendants, I also gotta put it’s older sibling High School Musical here, mainly for 2 and 3 (my favorites being, every number done by Sharpay or Ryan across all three films, the “Troy has a mental breakdown” songs, and “The Boys are Back”, which almost kinda redeems Chad for a second). I also really liked The Happiness of the Katakuris which is, kind of a musical, it’s kind of a whole bunch of things but I don’t remember enough of it to talk more of it. Otherwise I’m not terribly familiar with musicals enough to have a proper list. Get back to me after I’m done with musical theater and that might change.

@krinsbez asked: So, apparently, Dan Schkade has posted a list of "Batman Hot Takes" which includes Alfred being a retired Shadow. Thoughts?

Not something I would write personally in my takes on either character, but I like it primarily because Dan’s reasoning of “He goes from The Master to a servant, shaping the next generation” is a rock-solid foundation for where The Shadow should go as a character if he were to actually “retire” for real. I’d seen this idea of his a while back and actually, this was kind of a crucial puzzle piece that went into my thought process for my “The Shadow meets Cassandra Cain” post, I was wracking my head thinking of ways for these hardline incompatible characters could co-exist or work together and then I found this on his tweets and stuff just kinda clicked together. It made perfect sense.

I also like it because Alfred already kind of embodies a “prior generation” of crimefighter in how usually he’s written to reference James Bond, and because Alfred’s generally a character who already carries some kind of mystery and intrigue in his backstory, part of what makes him work as an all-timer anciliary character comes from us not knowing much about his life other than the myriad of skillsets he once had as the most awesome man on the planet and how that life culminated in him eventually becoming the right-hand man to the current most awesome man on the planet. The Batman crossovers even kinda played around with the idea of The Shadow effortlessly being able to become Alfred even without Bruce noticing.

You could make a very good point based on how well this gap in Alfred’s past fits with the existing gap in The Shadow’s post-1949 future, how seamlessly you could make it so one ends where the other begins, and besides, Alfred’s main vocation besides butler is often established to be that of an actor, which is almost 90% of the time in fiction code for “this character isn’t what they say they are / don’t trust everything they say”. Is it really that unbelievable that Alfred was just, one in a million other names in a lifetime of fighting against evil by adopting different monikers and identities?

Again, not something I’d go for or establish “canonically”, largely because I don’t want The Shadow to be tied down to Batman more than he’s already perceived to be publicly, but the logic and thematic worth here is quite sound.

Anonymous asked: Related to that last question, which fighting game franchise has your favorite lore, and/or the lore that you would most want someone to expand on in another type of work?

Besides the two big ones I already talk about on the regular (Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat), definitely Capoeira Fighter, created by Scott Stoddard (who you can see above in the line-up, as he jokingly inserted himself into the game as a character called “Maionese”, portuguese word for mayo, I was frankly surprised to learn he was North-American). I’ve known about it for a long while but it was only recently that I started doing some looking into it and it’s character designs, and I’m only just now discovering that the creator of this was also the creator of Mad Shark and Robot Unicorn Attack, and the only social media he seems to have is his Youtube channel. Looking up Capoeira Fighter and it’s creator company, Spiritonin, nets you basically just dead pages and zombie pages still up that don’t work anymore because the game was made for Flash, so, yeah, it’s hard to even call Capoeira Fighter a franchise when it largely consists of mostly tech demos and one game that is pretty much gone unless you look for it in BlueMaxima’s Flashpoint. Capoeira Fighter 3 does look a lot more polished and boasts a lot more than could ever be feasibly expected from a flash fighting game, including an interactive Arcade Mode where you can make choices that affect your character’s storyline.

I regret that I didn’t get to play Capoeira Fighter 3 before the death of Flash, because looking it up makes me frustrated. There’s quite a lot to like here. This is absolutely a series that I would love to see get a proper shot under the sun with a budget and some more polish (gameplay definitely could use some work still), there’s a lot of incredible stuff here.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a fighting game, or even a game really, where I look at the characters and recognize not just the pop culture archetypes they draw from, but I also recognize people in them, real people I’ve met. Both of it’s main masters, Mestre Loka and Mestre Rochedo, are opposites and yet they both look unmistakably like real fighting masters and people I’ve trained under (Loka in particular). You see the Muay Thai girl in the image above, named Chompoo? Not only is she the 2nd woman in fighting games who uses Muay Thai, but she’s the only one who actually looks like it (King is by leaps and bounds my favorite of the SNK girls but she’s evidently not dressed for combat), but she actually kinda reminds me of my teacher’s wife (the absolute scariest person I’ve ever seen fight Muay Thai, not even joking, he loves talking about her and showing me videos of his tiny and lovely and terrifying wife tearing down opponents twice her size in the ring), I bring this up because this game's authenticity absolutely deserves praise as well as it's character design. Look at the other two characters above, Ramba and Buldogue, and I’m gonna post this excerpt from BigMex’s article on it that better summarizes the two and part of what is so great about this game:

The diversity of the characters could not be understated. There were 15 unique capoeiristas, in addition there were 13 other "World Warrior" type characters that represented other fighting styles like Muay Thai, Tae Kwon Do and boxing. It was not the sheer number that made the game unique but instead the showcase of figures.

In other fighting games, the playable characters were always roughly the same size and body type. They never had an ounce of fat on them, and were never too short or tall. Capoeira Fighter 3 had every skin color and body type that a person could imagine. The various tones and shades of skin suggested that several characters were of mixed marriages, mulatto or even native.

There was a character that reflected just about every type of gamer there was, including the young and old. None of them seemed feeble when competing against fighters in their prime.

Very few games, before or after, had put as many minority characters in the roster. Very few games had ever put minorities in prominent roles for the accompanying story. The lineup featured tall, skinny, fat, short, muscular and average build body types. Even the heroic Mestres could not have been more opposite

Ramba had actually been away from competition because she was busy at the university. She was asked by Mestre Loka to look after his students. She reluctantly agreed as it would be a good excuse to get away from law school for a moment.

Along the way, Ramba met Buldogue and offered her a better life. Ramba knew that Buldogue was a strong fighter, but had never been given an opportunity outside of the roda (fighting circle). Buldogue had been used as hired muscle by other characters in the game and Ramba wanted to get her out of that life. She knew that the bruiser was actually respected by the community, especially the poor that lived in the favela or ghetto.

If she were able to get an education and become known for something other than fighting, then Buldogue could become an inspiration for other women trapped by their situation. Players were given a choice whether to team up Ramba and Buldogue or to play solo. The purpose of Ramba in the game was not to beat the main villain, but instead to help guide those in need.

If players completed the game solo, then Ramba learned what she was really fighting for. She earned her degree, but decided to open her own firm to help the less fortunate. If she teamed up with Buldogue, she became a mentor and enrolled her in school, while still working double-duty as a lawyer.

Strong, positive, dynamic, interesting minority female characters that didn't need to flash skin to get noticed? There had been few and far between for over 25 years. Designers in Japan and the US had lost focus on how they could introduce new faces without relying on pandering or stereotype.

Characters could color the perception of gamers after all. When done in a positive light they could stop perpetuating stereotypes. Capoeira Fighter 3 had set a standard that would be hard for many developers to follow.

And, man, do I wish Capoeira Fighter 3 actually did set a standard to be followed by the bigger fighting game studios, especially in how they approach black or Brazilian characters. It’s hard going back to those now, seeing a different standard as to what they could be like. So many franchises these days are getting unexpected revivals or glow-ups, I would absolutely be onboard to see Capoeira Fighter get this kind of treatment or to even write and conceive stuff for it myself.

Maybe 2D fighting games have gone with the wind again (platform fighters seem to be growing more as the new rage) but, man, it would break my heart to see this be forgotten, and it very easily could have been. I absolutely do not want this to go the way so many other flash games did, I think Capoeira Fighter's truly remarkable and I would love to see it be revived in some form (or maybe I should just finally take a crack at game design already and make my own fighting games, who knows).

#replies tag #july #fighting games #street fighter #sf #sf6 #street fighter 6 #ryu #chun-li #the phantom of the opera #the shadow #capoeira fighter

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frienderbender · 2 years

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21 please!!!

The way you said “I love you…”

you didn’t give a specific pair so i’m defaulting to rikki/nikki LMAO

21. Over your shoulder

“It’s from some old Italian flick, I think.” he remarks over the music. “The song’s called ‘The Man Who Forgot How to Love’; I’m assuming the movie has something to do with that.” He pours Nikki her coffee delicately, making sure she’s paying attention. Not for any particular reason, of course; he just wants to show off. Nikki smiles at his exaggerated grace.

“Are you telling me there’s some piece of media you don’t know about? Frankly, I’m shocked.” Rikki clutched his chest in mock-agony.

It was nearing 1AM, the wrong time for coffee, but neither Rikki nor Nikki could sleep. They’d stayed up catching up on their shows, and by the time they were done, both realized they were still wide awake. So instead they took to having a little late-night coffee while Rikki played his old records on low volume.

They sipped and chatted and went through several records, but it wasn’t long before the conversation hit an inevitable, comfortable lull. Taking it as her cue to actually get ready for bed, Nikki got up from her barstool and headed to the sink behind Rikki. As she put her mug in, Rikki suddenly grabbed her hand and spun her around. Before she could speak, Rikki murmured, “The final song of the evening is coming on…can I at least have this dance?” Nikki wrapped her arms around Rikki’s shoulders as he started to sway with her, lazily, intimately, barefoot against the cool tile of the kitchen floor. His arms found their way across her waist, and he lowered his head onto her shoulder.

“Tell me about this song.” Nikki asked, her eyes shutting as she felt herself getting sleepier with each steady rock.

“‘Clair de Lune,’ Claude Debussy’s most famous work. It’s based off a poem,” he yawned, “about songs sung underneath the light of the moon.”

Nikki hummed in response. Rikki pulled her closer and continued softly, “It reminds me of goodbyes, or maybe goodnights. The moon will set, but it’ll always come back again.”

Nikki fell a little limp against him, and Rikki chuckled, realizing she’d dozed off. He buried his face into her shoulder and replied, “Goodnight, my love.”

(Songs mentioned: X X)

#i linked mike (rikki) singing the first song because. of course.#asks #thank you! :^]#hope y’all like my prose i haven’t written it in a looong time. been too busy with scripts and essays but #i want to get back into writing it lol

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Hello! I was wondering if I could marauders era ship request? My pronouns are she/her and I’m bisexual. I’m a Slytherin as well.

Personality: I originally come off as quiet, and aloof. It can seem standoffish but I don’t mean it too I just don’t trust very easily and am uncomfortable with strangers/new environments. I am my best when I am by myself or with my closest friends. With my closest friends I’m quite open, fun and talkative especially when talking abt things that interest me. Im quite the good listener as well when it comes to my more extroverted friends. Im also introverted, imaginative, creative, individualistic, reserved, structured and picky in my own way, all sprinkled with a little bit of sarcastic humor.

Hobbies: Digital Art is probably my biggest hobby. If I could I would spend all day at home with my trusty tablet and stylus drawing with an audiobook of my favorite novel/tv show running in the background. Apart from art I absolutely love working out. I kickbox and weight lift most days of the week. Lastly I love playing video games, spending time at comic book stores, the movies and coffee shops.

Interests: I work in the digital media arts and love creative coding, interaction design, and computer graphics. I think my favorite thing is that combination between the artistic and the technological.

Love language: this one is definitely acts of service.

Thank you!

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Hello, hello! May I just say that you sound like you could be one of my bffs, you sound like so much fun to be around!

I ship you with Remus Lupin!

Now bare with me, because while you are both shy I just know for a fact that Remus would feel the need to always talk to you to get to know you.

Remus knew of you because you two had classes, but not too much because you were a Slytherin and rather quiet. (Unlike his other mates though he didn't have bad blood with Slytherins).

You stood out to Remus when he started to notice you when you would be either outside working on art, or on rainy days held up in the library doodling away. This intrigued him because Remus himself was never one for art.

It took him a while to finally approach you, mostly because he couldn't think of a way to ask you about your art without sounding creepy.

After a week or so of observing you, he realized you are friends with Marlene, giving the two of you something in common.

Okay side note, I feel like the bi-best-friend energy between Marlene and you would be unmatched. Like a dynamic duo in a way, a very fun gay way.

You started to become Remus' main focus, he was dedicated to knowing more about you. He noticed the way you came off shy and reserved until you were with Marlene or any of your close housemates. He loved to watch you talk animatedly about something you were interested in -- even if he had no idea what it was.

Anyhoo, Remus approached you and Marlene one day when you both were sitting under a tree, attempting to finally strike up a conversation with you.

"Hello Marlene, y/n," The smile on his face was small and reserved like running into you both was a coincidence, but you knew better.

"About time you actually talked to me, I thought I was going to have to take you down by how much you stare at me."

Remus swears up and down you only made a sarcastic remark because Marlene was there but you say it's because you were instantly comfortable with him.

It is hard to not know who Remus Lupin is, he is one of the famous Marauders at Hogwarts, and everyone knows him.

However, to you, he is by far the most tolerable -- and dare you say attractive?

Marlene invited him to go to the room of requirement with you and her that evening.

"Make sure you are dressed to workout Lupin," You told him, he laughed it off and took it as a joke.

Only when he showed up to the room of requirement in jeans did he realize you were not joking -- not even a little bit.

Remus swooned over watching you kickbox, something about a woman who had all that power in her and released it in a healthy way hooked him.

It became a thing where he would join you and Marlene for kickboxing, you both trying to teach him the techniques.

"Lupin how do you function with these long limbs and not knowing how to move them?!" Marlene screeched one night at him. Okay -- so maybe kickboxing was not Remus' thing.

Lifting on the other hand? He was all game. You didn't expect him to be as strong as he was considering he was tall and lanky. BUT you were wrong, the boy knows how to lift weights.

You guys would inevitably be friends before he realizes he likes you more than a friend, your lives became so intertwined it was weird to see one of you without the other.

On Hogsmead weekends you both would go get some coffee and hangout together while Remus reads and you draw. Sometimes Remus would read his book out loud for you while you drew so you had something to listen to. (You never asked him to do this, but he knew you loved it.)

Little gestures like that started to make you realize how special and safe Remus made you feel.

I imagine Remus asking you out in a supermundane way, that makes your heart swoon. I can see you both sitting in the Gryffindor common room late at night as he is reading his favorite book aloud while you drew. You would know this book by heart because he has read it to you like four times, which is why when he goes off script you notice.

"This is when I decide to take advantage of my story..." You look up to meet his eyes already staring at you, "... it would mean the world to me if you would be mine, my girlfriend. There isn't a day since I met you that I haven't been happy. Being around you has helped me grow as a person and overall made my life that much more enjoyable. I love you y/n, and I think I always will."

DAWWWWH I COULD CRY, I feel like the simplicity in this is what would make it that more special for you. In a moment where you two are the only people in the world, surrounded with things you love.

I also feel like you would maybe draw Remus -- Ope did I go too far?

Remus is so comfortable with you that he had no issue telling you about his furry little problem. I feel like you would respond something like, "So it's kinda like your man period huh?" Cracking a joke would let Remus know you didn't mind and also would make him smile.

ALSO -- I can so see you taking your drawings of Remus and showing him them to illustrate what you love about him. We all know he will get down on himself about his furry problem, but you start to help Remus love himself.

In return Remus does small acts to show how much he loves you. Such as learning the different types of perspectives in your drawings, and he would also personify your artwork with poems.

REMUS IS A SUCKER FOR CLICHES AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND!!

I really hope I did you justice and brought to life why I shipped you + Remus together. Here is a small collage I put together that I think brings to life everything I just talked about. I really hope you liked it!

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#remus x reader #remus lupin ship #remus lupin #remus being remus #hogwarts #slytherin #harry potter fan club #gryffindor

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The Light at the Bottom of the World review

4/5 stars Recommended for people who like: scifi, plucky heroes, characters of color, positive Muslim rep First, I want to say that the cover for this is absolutely gorgeous and is part of what drew me into the book in the first place. I love the purple and the image of London surrounded by jellyfish and wales. We definitely do get some of that in the book, with Leyla adventuring beyond her comfort zone to see the water and the creatures within it, but I wish we saw it a little more. I did like getting to know this new world and where things were in relation to one another. This was definitely an...interesting book to read/listen to. One of the main things that bothered me about it is that a lot of the plot and conflict relies on Leyla trusting the government and the media wholeheartedly. My main question is why would you do that? The government lies, the media lies, that is something that is common knowledge (even if some lie more than others), and it definitely won't change after an apocalyptic event. Considering Leyla has been raised in a completely post-apocalyptic world, even if her dad and grandfather never said anything bad about the government in front of her, there has to be some realization of this...right? Also, she continues trusting the government and media even after her father has been wrongly imprisoned and slandered. Even once she knows some of the facts of the case, Leyla continues to trust what the government and media has said about everything else. I can understand some reticence to the truth about the Anthropods, but when the truth is literally staring you in the face, wouldn't you start questioning at least a little bit? The Anthropods kind of act like this shadowy 'big bad' for Leyla in the book. According to official records, they were experiments to try and adapt humans to living underwater, but the original experiments rose up against their 'benevolent' overseers, killed them, and ran off to be a menace to un-adapted humans. There actually is evidence that some of this is true at least: there's an Anthropod attack around the beginning of the book that leads to a cave-in/flood at a resort. But the book also opens with a human attack on the Anthropods. If you're anyone but Leyla, it's pretty clear to see that things don't quite add up. Luckily we do get some answers about this over the course of the book, and book 2 definitely seems like it grapples with this a little more. That being said, Leyla is tenacious and deeply devoted to her family: her dad, grandfather, and dog, Jojo. The three of them (plus Jojo) take care of each other and try to protect one another, even if that sometimes means keeping secrets. Leyla is determined to make her family whole again by getting her dad pardoned, and her love and determination shines through with how she's willing to face her deepest fear in order to get him back. Part of her determination comes from sheer stubbornness, which doesn't always suit her (see above), but it does mean she isn't inclined to give up when things get hard. Ari is the other main character, and he's got secrets aplenty. It's somewhat unclear how he knows Leyla's grandfather, and I don't recall it being explained, but her grandfather calls Ari in to watch over Leyla until he can get to London to be with her (and then later until they can meet up somewhere safe). Ari is fairly gruff, but he's remarkably patient, and he has a soft spot for Jojo. Despite being thrown together with Leyla on her adventure out of duty, he does his job well and thoroughly. Much like how I think several situations could've been avoided by Leyla simply accepting that people in power lie, several other situations could've been avoided by Ari telling Leyla the truth. Nevertheless, Ari becomes a good friend to Leyla, and an excellent ally for the rest of the family to have. There's a decent sized cast of side characters, ranging from Leyla's friends in London to her grandfather, to people she and Ari meet while traveling. I liked Leyla's friends from London best, and wish they played a bigger role in the book. They're pretty prominent in the beginning, but once Leyla and Ari leave London, we see less of them (though I suspect we'll see more of them in book 2). I'm curious about the role the rebels will play in things and learning more about how Leyla's father got wrapped up in that. Overall, I enjoyed this book, though Leyla was frustratingly at times with how much she clung to the 'official' report of things. I liked the setting and am interested to know how some of the side conflicts (which definitely have a role in the main conflict) play out.

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lariskapargitay · 2 years

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Can we please take a moment to realize Pepa and Félix are without question THE most affectionate Disney couple?

Let’s think about this for a second. The main romances are never together until the last scene, and their touches are limited to one or two kisses, and a short happily ever after montage where maybe he has his arm around her waist as they ride off into the sunset (every single Disney princess sans Nala and Belle). They’ll talk and laugh but they won’t ever actually touch or if they do it’s limited to maybe brushing hair back or touching them only when necessary to save them but that’s it. Every physical touch is all big grand romantic gestures that stand out and help move the plot along.

Belle and Beast, she ‘didn’t shudder as she touched his paw’ and then they have one romantic dance where her resting her head on his chest was the most physicality any Disney couple had in a while but again, it was a big romantic gesture designed to be noticed and move the plot along. They don’t touch just to touch. And even Nala almost every touch she had with Simba was deliberate and meant to be noticed and to move the romantic plot along (I don’t know about you but I think Pepa and Félix might have take the spot away from Nala and Simba for best Disney sex eyes)

The rare times there’s more than once romance in a movie it’s limited to what Augustin and Julieta have. A gentle simmering of sweet romance and that’s it. We hear they’re married, they may hold one another close at the end of the movie but again, very little actual physical affection.

Now let’s look at Pepa and Félix. There very first intro she’s literally grabbing him, yanking him close and lifting him up off his feet to kiss him

Then his hand is around her waist and stays that way the entire time they walk up the stairs after their first scene. No big grand gesture, no plot development, just a background note you might not even catch. Then with Antonio’s gift ceremony he takes her by the shoulders and doesn’t let go, and when they’re waiting at the door they’re completely wrapped around one another and when he gets his gift again, just a background moment, but he misses her hand and she looks at him with sheer relief and adoration

And let’s not forget the ‘fuck me’ eyes she gives him at breakfast when he gets her to calm down about the chair

During the Bruno song I can’t even count how many times his hand is around her waist and the calling card to all Pepa/Félix shippers that is ‘I’m sorry Mi Vida go onnnn!’ Where he’s singing right into her ear and neck and she’s got *that* kind of smile on her face as she dies which is as close as Disney will ever get to a couple necking

While I mentioned Disney romances only touching eachother to save the other I think theirs should count bc again, it’s just a background moment, not plot development, but when the house shakes and she falls he’s right there to catch her and help her. No plot, no big gesture, it’s not the focus of the scene… it’s just there

And then during the end song…. My god. When Bruno whips her around his hand is right there to catch her and then he pulls her close where once again , she gives him bedroom eyes, his hand is on her waist and hers is on his chest.

Also what’s even more miraculous and remarkable about it is this isn’t the star, this isn’t some 18 year old Disney princess, this is a 50 year old woman with three kids whose oldest is an adult herself, and Félix is a dark skinned Black man who is affectionate and loving and adoring, something you very rarely see in mainstream media. And what’s more is none of these moments are played for laughs. It’s straight and serious and romantic and physical and so amazing. Disney really broke the mold with them and I’m so grateful to them for it

#encanto #encanto pepa #encanto felix #félix x pepa #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #la familia madrigal #tia pepa #tio félix #encanto thoughts #disney #disney thoughts

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Dont You Forget (SMUT)

Request:

I really love your Bucky fics and let me tell you something, I. Just. Can't. Get. Enough. Of. It! I truly meant every words I said, seriously.

Can I request a Soft!Dark!Mob!Bucky smut being a possessive, lying, manipulator, control freak he is? Like, he won't let you see any of your family or letting you have any friends at all, putting a tracker inside your phone, monitoring all of your activities, gets jealous very easily, always have his men following you around so you can't escape him (If you ever tried), persuade you into quitting your job so you have to financially depends on him, basically all the red flags there are.

Pretty please and thank you. Keep in mind there's no rush in this, I want you to enjoy your own writing too so take your time!!

Tell my why I absolutely love this MMMMMM!! You're too kind! I tried to make him as soft as possible while keeping that dark element to him, I hope thats okay. I also hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it ~

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: smut, drugging, threats of murder, manipulation, overall toxic behavior, stalking, slight dumbification?

18+ !!!! If you “keep reading” you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.

He knew it. His intuition was nothing short extraordinary. Bucky watched as you sat down during your break to chat with one of your colleagues. The cafe you worked at was a very popular destination for wealthy people, not everyone was willing to pay $12 a cup every morning. This was a decent sized establishment with big open windows that customers loved lounging in. Bucky had actually met you here while you were first hired on. He came every single day to see you, making short but sweet conversations. He was parked in the other side of the street, his eyes watched your colleagues moves intensively, making sure he didn’t touch you at all. Buckys thoughts were beginning to get dark with every smile and laugh you flashed at him. He thought about going in there and dragging you out, or beating the fuck out of the little shit, or even better, holding a gun pointed right between his eyes to show him that he does not share with anyone. That last thought had his mouth curl up in a sinister smile. Oh how he loved to cause problems.

You two had been texting for the past 3 days and he kept flirting with you. You never followed along though and you had to remind him constantly that you had a boyfriend. The guy obviously didnt give a fuck and Bucky was getting tired of it. Bucky originally found out because your phone lit up with a name that was not familiar to him. He pretended he didnt see it and you didnt say anything about it either. He had a feeling that you were doing something behind his back, but he decided to trust you. However that didnt last too long because that night he hacked into your phone remotely and he was able to see every single thing you did on it. From texts, to calls, pictures, emails, social medias. Everything. He was able to see it all through his computer. He fidgeted with his fingers, trying to calm himself down as he watched the idiotic man talk to you. Taking his phone out, he started to call you, watching you as he brought it up to his ear. You felt your phone vibrate, reading it was his contact name, you pressed the green button immediately. “Bucky...whats up” your sweet tone almost calmed him down, but he needed to hold on to his anger a little longer.

“My doll...are you busy?”

“Not really just went to break. Is everything okay? You sound kind of off”

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. Your perceptiveness was remarkable, another trait he loved about you.

“My precious girl, I’m going to ask you somethin’ and I need you to answer it truthfully. Can you do that for me?”

You gulped, your eyes darting right to your colleague who was chomping down on his food, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

“Y-yes, ofcourse” Fuck. When you stuttered it meant that you were nervous. You hoped that it was barely noticeable and that he didnt pick up on it.

“who is Seth”

“Hes one of my coworkers here at the cafe”

“Hmmm. Why havent you told me about him”

“Bucky..its really not that big of a deal, hes just a friend here at work.”

“Darling, that didnt answer my question. Why havent you told me about him”

At this point you knew there was no way you would be getting out of this without arguing. You quickly muted yourself and told Seth, “Im going to the bathroom, Ill be a while in there. Can you cover for me?” Seth noticed your expression drop, knowing that you were worried about something. “Sure, is everything okay?” he grabbed your hand and felt it shake. “Oh my God y/n whats wrong?”. You took a deep breath before pulling your hand away from his, “nothing ill be right back” as you turned he grabbed you again, this time by your arm. “No, tell me whats going on. Is it your toxic boyfriend? What did he say to you to have you this worked up. Look at your hands, they're literally shaking”. “Look ill explain later” as you shrugged him off you turned to walk towards the restroom, only to see that Bucky was already walking towards you.

“Seth fucking Powers. So you're the one thats been talking to my girl. Didnt anyone ever teach you to not go for someone whos already taken? C’mon..why are you braking the bro code”. Bucky was fuming. His steps were heavy, his gloved hand in a fist as if he was getting ready to smash the guys face in at any given moment. You got in front of Bucky, placing your small hand on his abdomen. “Please Bucky, dont do this. Not here” you whispered, looking around the cafe to make sure no one was looking, but all eyes were on you and your problematic man. Seth chuckled, “Of course I know that. But youre a control freak who doesnt let his girl breathe. Why do you think we've gotten so close, she needs someone to confide in, someone who gets her, and can listen to all the bullshit you put her through. You did this to yourself. Look at her, she clearly doesn't want this, but you're too much of a rabid dog to comprehend or even acknowledge what she want and needs.” Seth was exposing you. You did indeed confide in him, but he wasn't supposed to say it out loud, ever. Bucky looked down at your for a moment, as if asking you if that was true. All you could do was shake your head in disagreement. Bucky used his arm to push you away, getting all close and personal with Seth, who was surprisingly not backing down.

“The only reason why I dont blow your fucking brains out right now is because of MY doll..shes the only reason why you're alive right this second. But she wont be here to protect your miserable life ever again, you will pay for this..with your life and thats a promise. I hope it was worth it.” Bucky turned around and grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the cafe. As you tried to keep up with him, you turned around to give the cafe one last look, knowing that you would never be stepping foot in there again. When you got to his car, he opened the door for you and motioned with his head to get in. When you did, he slammed the door, making you jump a little. The car ride home was so freaking long, you didn't even dare move a muscle because you didn't want to distract him from his thoughts. Maybe it would trigger him to remember that you were in the car, hence making him talk.

As he raced through the busy city, you took your phone out. You saw that Seth had sent you quite a lot of long messages. Before you could start reading them,Bucky grabbed your phone and crushed it in his hand. “What the fuck! Why did you do that” your voice rose, but careful to not make it too loud. “Y/n, im going to ask you to stop talking. I dont want to do anything stupid. Please just shut up” he could loose his shit over everything, he’d scream at the top of his lungs when speaking to people on the phone and even in person, but he never did it to you. He tried his hardest to stay calm and not scare you, just as he had promised to do so when you two started to go out. Before you got home you got an idea that would hopefully deescalate his mood. As you two pulled up, you stormed out of the car. Running as fast as you could towards your shared bedroom. Bucky was not even parked yet when you got out. He was so confused but instead of laughing about it, he got more mad. He quickly parked the car and told his guards to go home and switch out with the night crew, which were the ones that made sure no one got in or out of the property unless it was him. Buckys mansion was beautiful, he made a lot of money in his businesses but he made even more on top of that by being the head of the mafia. He controlled all of the southern borders, allowing drugs to flow in to the US from Mexico, Latin America and the West Coast while his best friend Steve Rogers controlled the northern borders and the East Coast. Making them the most successful and powerful mafia in the world.

As you ran through the house, you could hear faint steps behind you which grew closer and closer. You started to giggle as you thought that he was playing with you too. When you reached the bedroom, you closed it, only for the door to fly open making you fall to the floor. Giggling, you looked up at Bucky only to see his death stare, making your smile fade. “Do you think this is a joke? Are my feelings a joke to you” he slammed the door closed and locked it. “Im sorry Bucky, I thought we were p-playing around now” you stammered while trying to catch your breath. He walked towards you, looking down at you, before grabbing you by your neck and lifting you up to your feet, “Im so fucking mad right now y/n..I keep remembering that imbeciles hands on you and it makes me want to burn him alive” he said through gritted teeth, his hands still wrapped around your neck. The feeling of having him this close made your body tingle, his dominant aura radiating off of him.

“Bucky, please don’t. I’m sorry” your words meant nothing to him. He knew if you were truly sorry you wouldn’t say it, you would show it. He scoffed and let you go, making you stumble onto the end of bed bench. “Miss me with that bullshit. I know you’re not sorry. You kept a secret from me, knowing damn well how badly that would hurt me”. Something about that last sentence got you heated. “Hurt you? Bucky, you made me cut all of my friends off. Friendships that I’ve had for years, for you! If anyone is hurt, it’s me. I felt lonely and lost, but I thought I was okay with it because of you but now…Seth helped me see things for what they are not how you wanted me to see them”. Wow, you couldn’t believe you just said that. Bucky narrowed his eyes, his forehead lines were visible as he scrunched his eyebrows. “So you’re fucking tell me you felt better talking to that bitch than me?! After all I’ve done for you? I let you have a job and this is how you show me you’re grateful?…you can forget about it though you’re never going to work again. You can find something to do in this house. You got everything you could ever want under this roof” as he stormed off, he slammed the door making you flinch. Your heart felt like it was in your stomach, a stupid prisoner with golden bars. You weren’t going to deal with this anymore thought. This was the last straw, so you decided to pack up your shit and leave.

As you went through the closet, most of your items were expensive pieces of clothing that he bought you. The shoes were almost all heels and wedges. You needed something comfortable to blend in with and run in. As you realized that most of your old clothes that were actually yours were gone, you grabbed some black sweats and a black hoodie of his to get the hell out. You managed to find some old workout shoes you had and got ready to go. There was cameras almost everywhere, so your only way out would be through the window. When you opened it, the sensor went off, announcing that the window had opened. As you pushed it up, you threw one leg over the ledge and the other one followed. Pushing your body out, you landed on your feet, groaning at the feeling of them hurting as you got down. Moving quickly, you started to make your way through the property, evading any guards and blending in as much as you could with the huge bushes and shrubs. Thankfully, you were able to make it to the gate, now the last obstacle was the gate guard. He was the one that opened the gate, but there wasnt any way that he would just let you go through without his boss’ permission. The only thing you were able to do was wait until someone passed through so you could run right out.

*Back at the house*

Bucky was drinking some whiskey to help with his anger. Most women would just listen and follow directions when a man of power was in their life, but not you. You were not like other women, you were a challenge and he loved it. He often blamed your stubbornness to your age. You were the youngest girlfriend hes ever been with, so you two would butt heads a lot. He was more traditional, and you were more modern but you two made it work beautifully. Bucky had a very short temper, he got stressed often, however, you were able to take it all away. When he needed to take his anger out, you were the first thing he did when he got home. His heightened senses were able to detect exactly where you were, almost hunting you down. As soon as he laid eyes on you, he pounced, taking you right then and there, chasing his much needed release. You were erotic to him, he just couldn't have enough of you. As he thought back on all of those times you were there to have fun with him, he softened, realizing how shitty he treated you a bit ago. You were probably right, but he was just too angry to even hear you out. You were his doll, always there for him, needing you by his side forever. He really did love you so much, he cared for you and cherished you like no one has ever done before. You two were meant for each other. All these thoughts in Buckys head, had him yearning for you. When he went back into the room, he noticed it was a bit cold, quickly shutting the window. He noticed that the shower was going, so he waited for you to come out.

“My Doll..its me. I know youre mad but lets talk..please” a couple moments went by, and nothing. “Darling, you know I dont like to be ignored. Answer me” this time he went to the door and knocked on it. Still nothing. Bucky was mad all over again, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it, only to have it stop due to it being locked. He took a deep breath, forcing the knob all the way down, breaking it instantly. He pushed the door open, only to see the shower going..with out you in it. He could feel his heart almost jump out of his chest, he pulled out his phone and called the head of security.

“Have anyone of you seen y/n?”

“I havent boss. Let me ask the crew”

Buckys rage started to overpower him, his heart was racing and his jaw was clenching like crazy. He couldn't even track you because he stupidly broke your phone hours ago.

“Nothing boss. No one has seen her. Is everything okay?”

“No, go through all the camera footage from when we got home till now. Have the rest of the men look for her on the property. I need the day crew back, tell them to get into their cars and search for her all over the city.Ill pay double time for their work. Whoever finds her, tell them to keep her there until I arrive”

Your feet carried you through the city streets, running like a maniac to get to your families house. They would surely help you, and besides Bucky didn't know where they lived so you would be safe there. Your side started to hurt, sprinting as fast as possible, getting closer and closer. When you got there, you were relieved to see that all the lights in the house were on. You caught your breath before knocking on the door, taking in breath after breath. The door unlocked and you were met with your mother, who instantly went to hug you, “My god! my little y/l! I thought we would never see you again” her voice cracked as she started to cry. Her warm embrace was enough to have you in tears as well. “Mom, I missed you. Im so sorry for not coming sooner”. Your mom rubbed you back, “Dont worry hun, come in hurry”. As she walked you in, you froze. Your face turning pale at the sight. “James..” is all you could say.

Bucky got up from the couch, half smiling as he approached you. You took a step back but he had you in his arms before you could go any further. “My precious Doll...you have no idea how worried I was...” his hand went from your waist, up to your back and under your hair, he grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed it, making you wince, “Never..do this again to me again, okay?” The profuse fear that was coursing through you was something you hadn't felt before. “why dont you stay here for tonight” your mom suggested, holding onto her hands as if she was pleading, “Yes id like that” you answered as you let go of Bucky. He just followed you with his eyes, waiting for you to make eye contact with him but since you were actually avoiding it, he got frustrated.

“y/n, we need to talk outside..lets go”

“I dont really want to talk, I just want to sle-”

“I said lets go outside” his tone was harsh this time, and your mom noticed.

“James, maybe its a good idea if you just go home and let her stay here tonight. Ill take her to you tomorrow in the morning.”

“Look y/m/n, do not intervene. Your daughter needs to learn how to obey me. In fact, lets go. Were leaving right now” Bucky went to grab you by your wrist and started dragging you out. “Dont even try to call the cops y/m/n, they all work for me”. That was the last thing he said to her before dragging you out to the car. “What the fuck is wrong with you” you spat, finally breaking your hand away from his harsh grip. “Im sorry baby” he pulled out a cloth and a brown bottle along with it. When he started to soak it, you were a bit confused as to what he was doing, but then it registered that he was about to chloroform you. When you tried to run, he yanked you by your hair pulling you back into him, covering your nose and mouth. Struggling against him, you felt weak, the world started to blur, your eyes were being consumed by darkness until you fully passed out. Bucky grabbed onto your body, placing it in the back seat before giving you a kiss, “Dont worry my love, were going somewhere far far away where only you and I will be happy”.

Bucky drove hours to get to the mountains. He got to his newly built cottage that you fantasized about living in when you grew old. He wanted to gift it to you as one of your wedding presents but this would have to do. No one know about this new property, not even his best friend Steve. This was a safe house, completely bullet proof, the windows do not break, soundproof, everything that he needed for an emergency. The doors didnt open unless a key was used, it even had a secret basement that was accessible through the kitchen island, but the best part of all, it was completely off the radar. As he arrived, he took you in first, placing your limp body on the couch. He brought in all the luggage that he gathered from the other house and place it into the master bedroom. He then brought you to bed, waiting for you to wake. As time went by, he noticed that you would not wake up, so he had to get some ammonia and put it near your nose to have you come back.

“My love...wake up” he whispered, shaking you a little. The piercing aroma woke you up, making you turn your head away from it. Feeling disoriented when you opened your eyes, your mouth started to water as if you were going to throw up. You quickly sat up and covered your mouth, trying to swallow as much as possible to not be sick. Bucky watched as you started to react and smiled at how silly you looked. “My doll..how are you feeling? You look like a lost puppy” he giggled, brushing the hair off of your face. Once you started to look around, you thought you were still dreaming. This area seemed so familiar. Everything you told Bucky you wanted in a house was there. “Is this a dream, where am I” your voice was hoarse, feeling your throat dry. “No baby its not. Were in the cottage that you always wanted to be in” Bucky reached over to get you a glass of water. “here drink this while I explain”.

“After your little stunt, I decided it would be much better if we just came here for a while. This way, there will be no distractions and we can focus on our relationship. Ill forgive everything you've done, but under 1 condition....you submit yourself to me completely”. Suddenly everything came back. “Did you fucking drug me to bring me here?” getting up from the bed, away from him. “Dont talk to me like that, show me some respect” he warned, getting up with you. He reached for your hand but you yanked it away. “You're insane James. I cant believe you've done this. What makes you think I want to be with you when you've gone to this length over something so little.” Bucky laughed, charging towards you, grabbing you by the neck and pinning you against the wall. “If you think cheating on me is something “little” then youre the one whos fucking insane. I love you y/n, I will not let you ruin this for us. Im the best thing thats ever happened to you. Ive helped you and your annoyingly nosy family like no one ever has. The least you can do is show me a little bit of appreciation”

His metal arm was squeezing you a little too tight, making it hard for you to breathe, “youre a m-murder..why should I-I”. His eyes went wide, letting you go immediately. As you coughed to catch your breath he backed away, there was an expression you've never seen before in his eyes, but it looked like shock. “When you told me about your past as the Winter Soldier, I should have just left. You have no remorse over anyone lives. I dont want that in my own”

“Then why did you stay”

“I...I dont know” feeling your face heat up, you turned your back towards him, knowing damn well why you stayed. Bucky walked up behind you, pressing his body against yours. His flesh hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him while his metal one went up to grab your face. You tried to move away, but his grip on you was too tight. His hand moved it to the side, exposing your neck, he traced his nose over your shoulder and up to your neck, taking in your scent as he littered kisses from the base of your neck up to your ear. “Go on..tell me why” he let out a breathy laugh, making you get a shiver down your spine. “Bucky..” you moaned accidentally. “Baby, could it be because you're a horny little thing? Hm? You looove it when I touch you all over. All those times you threaten to leave me..you can never really do it because you know youll miss this” he pressed his erection into your ass, moaning out your name, knowing you love it when he does that. “No one can fuck you like I can, y/n...and frankly I know you dont want anyone else but me to do so” his hand dipped inside of your pants, rubbing your clit over your now wet panties. You arched your back, your head falling onto his shoulder, bitting your lip to not moan. He ghosted his lips over your ear, whispering, “Youre never going to leave me, Doll...you know why? Because youre mine. Fight me, kick me, punch me..anything but it wont change the fact that you only belong to me..and dont you forget it”

He pulled out his hand, and loosed his grip on you, quickly turning you around to face him. He connected his lips with yours, french kissing you as he guided you into bed. He pushed you down, and watched you pant, smiling to himself at how beautiful you looked when you got manhandled by him. “Why are you looking at me like that. Please just come here” you whined, motioning for him to join you. “Do you deserve it?” Silence. You knew that you didnt, but you still wanted it..soooo badly. “I asked you a question” he insisted. “Well..no but I..you cant leave me like this”

“Catching an attitude will not get you what you want, brat. Come here and show me how much you want me”. You quickly got up, unbuckling his pants, yanking the Gucci belt off of him and then undoing his pants. Bucky loved seeing you like this, so horny to the point of not caring how desperate you looked. He adored it. He got so hard, just thinking how we was going to keep you in this place until you learned how to be obsessed with him just as he obsessed over you. Taking his thick cock into your mouth, caused him to shudder, moaning out in pleasure. “Mmm fuck y/n...you filthy little whore” he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you bob your head faster. You gagged yourself on his dick, your nose touching his pubes, taking all of it in. You them took him out, panting, only to do it again and again. “Such a good girl...your mouth feels heavenly”.

“Please...can you fuck me” you tried to speak while having your mouth full of his cock. Bucky went mad when you did that. He grabbed your hair again and yanked you back onto the bed. He tore your clothes off, making you smile at how rough he was being. As he got naked, you decided to go a little farther. You spread your legs open, touching yourself as you watched him get undress, “buckyyyyy...pleasee come here” you moaned, rubbing your clit. Bucky grabbed your hands and pinned them up to the sides of your head, almost crushing your wrists. “What have I told you about touching yourself without my permission? Are you trying to get punished?” when you laughed, it gave it all away. “what a fucking slut” he spat. He opened your legs with him, and slammed himself into you, instantly thrusting in and out. With no time to adjust, you screamed at the sensation. He was so deep inside you, hitting your g-spot with every snap pf his hips. “s-stop..it hurts” you moaned, balling your hands up into a fist. “No..I know you can take it” his fingers wedged themselves into yours, interlocking them. He panted against your neck, giving you kisses at first then sucking hickeys onto it. He growled like an animal, at how good your pussy ate him up. He eventually started to bite you, making you gasp. “Buckyyy..” you moaned, your hands squeezing his.

“Youre mine y/n...this is me marking you as my property. No one can have you but me. F-fuck..who does this pussy belong to?” he angled his hips a little before hammering into you again. Your grunted and screamed at how delicious he felt, “fuckk..you..yours”. He chuckled darkly, “come on my slut...form a complete sentence...or are you too fucking dumb to do it? Is your brain not working because of all this cock thats inside of you?hm? my little dumb baby” the way he had you, was too much. You couldn't hold it and you squirted all over him, your legs shaking as you did. As you convulsed under him, he let go of your hands, and wrapped them around your neck. The image of him fucking you, as his hands were on your throat was pornographic. His bulgy flesh and metal muscles tensing up, as his dog tags dangled over you, was just so sexy. “C-cum inside me Bucky..please..im yours to use and abuse” you choked out. He bit his bottom lip, before cursing through gritted teeth. Your lewd words were enough to push him over the edge, making him spill his warm seed inside of you. He thrusted into you a couple more times, before laying on top of you as he caught his breath.

“Bucky..youre crushing me” you struggled to lift him up, but he got up using his arms, and didnt disconnect his dick from inside you. “Sorry Doll..just give me like a couple minutes. I want to go again”

“again? I dont think thats such a good idea. We still need to talk about this whole situation.”

“Ugh dont ruin the moment. Just understand that we will be staying here for a while. Just until we can figure things out”

“Bucky...I dont know”

“of course you do. You did a really shitty thing to me and we are here to make sure that wont happen again. You promise to be good for me, right?”

There wasn't any indication that he was lying so you decided to trust him. “Right” you answered, even though your gut told you otherwise.

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fairytheo · 3 years

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enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for.

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,,

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;]

f a s h i o n c o u p l e

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements.

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise.

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>)

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED .

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!!

MIRROR SELCAS

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P”

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!)

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,,

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies)

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !!

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

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writteninthegarden · 2 years

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Vacation

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

18+ Minors, please DNI

A/N: Trying out writing in first person, which I know can be hit or miss with fics. When I’m writing I just default to first person and edit it later. Needed a lighthearted timeout from reality, so I pulled out this WIP.

Summary: Aaron and the BAU are put on a mandated leave after the higher ups were less than pleased with the Doyle takedown. So, Reader, Aaron, and Jack head to Pennsylvania for a few days to meet and stay with Reader’s older sister, Whitney. Whitney sits Aaron down alone for a little talk. Late that night, Aaron and Reader try to discretely get it on…without waking up the whole house.

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings/Contents: NSFW (likely safe until the spicy ending), grossing Jack out with PDA, big sister has a talk with Aaron, Reader and Aaron stealthily have sex

My sister Whitney called me the next day while I was still at Aaron’s place. We were just kind of lounging around after making breakfast so I snuck into Aaron’s home office to talk to her.

“So the kids and I miss you, sis. What are the chances you might get some time off to visit?”

“You know I could probably swing that. My probationary period with the new department is up. When were you thinking?”

“Maybe later this month? You should totally bring your mysterious DILF boyfriend too.”

“Whitney! Don’t say things like that. Oh, my god. But he has Jack and travels a lot for work often with no notice.”

“Jack is of course welcome too. Max has bunk beds he’d love to share. Little sister, do I need to ask your boyfriend for you? Give him the phone. Come on.”

“Absolutely not. I’ll mention it, okay? I just can’t promise anything.”

“That’s all I ask. Say, what did you say his last name is?”

“I didn’t. You won’t find him on social media, Whit.”

“That’s totally not at all why I asked, but if it were…I suppose good to know.”

“Sure. Listen, I should go, but I’ll request some time off and ask Aaron too.”

“Great, text me when you know more. Love you!”

“Love you too! Bye.”

“Sorry guys, that was my sister calling.”

“Don’t be sorry for talking to your family, sweetie.”

“Yeah, don’t be sorry, sweeeeeetie!” Jack repeated back, cracking himself up per usual. I tried to hide my smirk. Aaron had mentioned that he didn’t want to encourage Jack to mimic.

“She asked if I can swing a trip to see her and the kids maybe next month some time.”

“That would be great. I remember you said it’s been a while since you’ve seen her.”

“She also asked if you guys would come, but I reminded her how work can be.” I sat down on the middle couch cushion since Jack had claimed my end seat.

“Babe, I do get vacation time you know.” He raised his eyebrows as he said it.

“You mean they haven’t opted you out of that by now? You never get to use it so I just didn’t want to tie up some of the only time you get away.”

“You’re not tying anything up. Please if anything you might be the push I need to actually take time away. Even I’ll admit I’m terrible at that. Besides, we’d love to meet Whitney and your niece and nephew. Right, Jack?”

“Are they babies or big kids?”

“My nephew Max is 5 and he just got bunk beds in his room if you’d like to stay with him, Jack. We can also set up a bed in another space though if you like that idea better.”

“Do I have to choose now?”

“No, not at all, honey. Think it over. We can do a video call with them too if you’d like to say hi before we get down there.”

“Sounds like we’re off to Pennsylvania! Our first trip, guys” Aaron added enthusiastically.

“We can take my car there.”

“Can I drive?” Aaron looked so hopeful.

“No.” He pouted at that. “Okay, maybe Hotchner.”

Remarkably, just a week later we were packing for our trip. I let Aaron drive my car. I think he feels restless being the passenger, so I didn’t mind. We had about a four and a half hour drive to my sister’s house. Jack fell asleep when we were a little over an hour in.

“So honestly I still can’t believe you were able to swing the time off. How did that really happen?”

“Truthfully, babe I wasn’t completely sure either until yesterday. To make a long story short, the bosses did not all approve of my team’s approach to take down the unsub who attacked Emily. We’re all going to be fine, but were notified yesterday that we are on a paid leave. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you yesterday. They dragged it out and didn’t notify me until after 5pm. Then, by the book, I had to formally notify everyone on the team individually which took some time.”

“It’s okay, hun. I was running around to finish packing. I’m glad you’re telling me now.” I patted his forearm. “How did the team take the news?”

“Eh, better than when Emily came back to help us catch the bastard. Morgan was upset that I had them all sit down with me for a grief counseling meeting. Reid also took it pretty hard.”

“Oh, crap…I didn’t realize you met with them for grief counseling. Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have been thrilled either, but that’s weird for everyone in retrospect, including you.”

“Yeah. I’d rather they’re angry at me than Emily.”

“I’m sorry if this isn’t a good time to go away. I feel kind of selfish pulling you away just to come meet my sister.”

“What? Sweetheart, there will always be something going on that makes it not the perfect time. I’m looking forward to this trip and meeting your sister. Jack’s excited. I hadn’t thought about it, but this is likely the first trip I’ve taken him somewhere more than an overnight. He’s been on some trips with Haley and Jessica, but I rarely could go or stay the whole time.”

“Wow. This is the first time the Hotchner men take a vacation?”

“I think so” he said with a chuckle. “So if anything you should feel accomplished for making that happen.” He smirked to himself. “Oh, how about this? This is the first time I packed a suitcase and did not bring a single suit.”

“What?” I brought my hand up to his forehead. “You must have a fever or something!” He moved my hand from his forehead and held it, resting his arm on the center console. He looked over at me with a smile so big that I then became the one with a fever.

“You promise you’re not bummed we’re not going to a tropical umbrella garnishing your drink destination?”

“Do I look like someone who would order that type of drink? Y/N, I promise. It’s travel that isn’t for work and I have you and the nap king here.”

“Thank you, Aar. It means a lot that we can do this.”

When we arrived I showed Aaron where he should park and then I helped Jack pack up his tablet and word search book he brought for the car ride.

“I’ll come back to grab the suitcases. I just need to find my-”

I handed Aaron his phone. He must’ve been nervous because he otherwise has his phone glued to him.

“Thanks, babe” he replied as he took it from me and slid it in his jeans pocket.

“Ahem” I jokingly said as I stepped closer to him.

He got the blatant hint and leaned over to give me a quick G rated peck on the lips.

“Ewww” Jack inserted as he shielded his eyes. Clearly he was reaching the age where things like this were gross.

Aaron liked to egg him on sometimes. “Sorry, buddy” he said as he covered Jack’s eyes with his hand. Then he leaned in for another and slightly longer kiss. He ended it by kissing my cheek a few times and audibly making sounds like, “muah.” Then he moved his hand from Jack’s eyes and ruffled his hair.

“Daddy! I could still hear you kissing!”

“One day you’ll understand, bud” Aaron said with a smirk as he held out his hand for Jack to take.

Jack hoisted his backpack on his other shoulder and took Aaron’s hand. “Not me! No way!”

As we approached the front door to my sister’s house Jack’s focus shifted. “Can I ring the bell? Please?”

“Go for it, Jack. Just press it one time, okay? They have a dog who gets really excited when someone is at the door. She’s a friendly dog though, don’t worry. She loves kisses too.”

“Arghh” Jack groaned.

Jack had barely rang the bell when the door opened and I saw my sister.

“Hi! Come on in, you guys! I’m so excited you’re here!”

I’d warned Aaron that Whitney was high energy, but I’m sure this confirmed it.

“Whitney, this is Aaron, my boyfriend, and his son, Jack. Guys, this is my big sister Whitney.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Whitney. Y/N has told us great things and fun stories from your adventures. Thank you so much for having us.”

“Of course. I was just delighted when Y/N said you all could come visit. Which reminds me, thank you Aaron because I’m sure you helped convince my little sis. Here, let me show you where you can put your bags. Y/N, I know you did not travel this light. Can I help with the other bags?”

“No, but thank you” Aaron jumped in. “I’ll run down and grab them.”

For a brief moment, Aaron had his back to us, which was when Whitney decided to silently mouth “he’s so hot!” and gave me a thumbs up. I gave her my signature sibling glare in reply.

“Say, if you guys want we can go hang out by the pool. Max is swimming with a friend. Zoe is begrudgingly keeping an eye on them until I come back.”

“Where is your four legged fur baby?”

“Out for a run with Danny. That’s new for both of them, but he thought it might calm her down a little.”

“Gotcha. I was just telling Jack about her as we walked up.”

I had taken Jack and Max with me to the store and bribed them with the promise of picking out the ice cream we’d buy.

What I didn’t realize was with my niece at dance practice that left Aaron alone to be interrogated by Whitney most likely.

Back at the house

“Aaron, do you mind if we sit down and chat?”

“Not at all. Let’s have the chat.”

“Hmm, you expected this?” Whitney sat down in the patio chair across from Aaron.

“I thought it might come up. I’m the oldest child too. Fire away.”

“Okay…I’ll start with an easy one then. Do you have many siblings?”

“Just one younger brother, Sean.”

“Are you two close?”

“Unfortunately, no. We’ve grown apart as adults.” Aaron looked at Whitney, but his gaze revealed his mind was somewhere distant.

“That’s a shame. I’m assuming you know Y/N and I are very close.”

“Yes, I can tell from the way she talks about you, the kids, and growing up.” He smiled and did his best to not let it appear forced.

“So I know her very well and can tell of course she loves you…possibly loves your son more at times, but you two are neck and neck. I’d be a bad big sis if I didn’t vet you.”

Aaron chuckled. “Yes, she’s been absolutely amazing with Jack and he adores her too. To be completely candid, the number of terrible things that happened over the past year felt at times like a bad horror movie that never seemed to end. I know it was not easy for Y/N to navigate any of that, especially as you’re newly dating someone and trying to figure out where you stand in it all. I’m incredibly lucky to have her in my life.”

“Do you understand that now? Are you done breaking up with her when you’re leaving town?” She folded her arms across her chest.

“Yes. Whitney, I love your sister very much.”

“I believe you. I’m still going to shoot it straight with you” she said as she leaned back, relaxing the slightest bit.

“Of course.”

“Aaron, I can’t even imagine the hell you’ve been through and I want you to know I understand that was all out of your control. What’s in your control is what you decide to put my sister through in the midst of all that. She is committed to you and Jack and we both know she’s all in. She has shown you she’s willing to ride out the craziest of times with you. You need to either let her in completely or cut her loose. It’s not fair to let her go through it all only to be frozen out afterwards.”

“You’re absolutely right.”

“She’s so in love with you that she’s instantly drawn back whenever you’re back in her orbit. She’s a great partner and deserves to get back that same level of support. She could be happy with someone else, but she doesn’t seem to want to be if you’re not there. I don’t mean that to sound like an ultimatum.”

“It doesn’t. I’m far from perfect and Y/N knows that I can be incredibly dumb when it comes to dating. Now I know what it’s like to worry that I’ve lost her. I don’t want to feel that again.”

“And you don’t want her to feel that again either?”

“No, I don’t. I’ve hurt her. In the moment I thought I was doing what was best, but now in hindsight I see the damage I caused.”

“Good. This is helpful for me to hear your input. I won’t lie to you, Aaron. From the sound of it, I thought you were just another asshole playing games. I’m realizing I may have been wrong. Usually I hate being wrong, but this time obviously is a little different.”

“I can respect that initial impression. No one likes being wrong, but here’s hoping I can continue to prove that first impression wrong.” Aaron raised his glass of iced tea as a toast.

“Cheers” Whitney replied as she brought her glass to meet his. “Can I ask you one more thing and then I’ll stop the interrogation?”

“Go right ahead.”

“Please tell me what she’s like at work. I’ve waited years to get stories, but no luck!”

Aaron smirked and lightly laughed. “She’s a force to be reckoned with I imagine. Sadly, our teams typically don’t overlap so we haven’t worked a case together.”

“Darn. Can you find a white-collar criminal who also is a serial killer so we can make that happen? Kidding of course. I think they just pulled in the driveway. When my sister asks, feel free to keep her guessing what we talked about. Can’t keep it going too long or she’ll get worked up, but definitely have some fun with it.”

They both laughed as they walked outside to help with the groceries.

After dinner I got Aaron alone for a few minutes out on the patio while the kids played a racing game on Max’s X-Box. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, planting a kiss on my cheek as we settled in.

“Aaron, I’m so sorry if you got stuck with ‘the talk’ earlier. I didn’t realize you were in the danger zone until we were in the store and pieced it together.”

He chuckled. “It was fine, babe. Don’t even worry for a second. Whitney is a great big sister to you.”

“Do I want to know what she asked you?”

“No, probably not. It could get awkward if you knew she reminded me you’re waiting until marriage to have sex.”

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, you just set me up perfectly.” He grinned at me and if his dimpled smile wasn’t so cute he’d be in trouble.

“That’s great. Keep it up, Hotchner” I lowered my voice to a whisper right by his ear “and you’ll be the one waiting until…a long time to have sex.”

“Were you going to say I’d be waiting until marriage?”

“I was, but then I caught myself to try and avoid this awkwardness.”

“Why is it awkward?”

“I don’t know. I guess because you’ve already done the marriage thing so it didn’t really make sense.”

“Are you hoping you’ll do the marriage thing some day?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s not awkward. Baby, you don’t have to pretend you have no interest in things like getting married just because I’ve done it before.”

“Okay.”

“I’d be open to it, you know. If I met the right person that is of course” he said as he raised his eyebrows. He leaned over to kiss me, but kept it a PG kiss knowing we could have an audience.

“Of course. We can’t marry you off to just anyone. Rossi would never have such a thing.”

He laughed at that. “That’s funny and likely very true. I love you, baby.” He squeezed me to pull me in closer.

“I love you too, handsome…even though baby is not your pet name to use.”

“Ah, but that’s part of why I love you…because you’ll share it with me.”

“And what if I refuse?”

Just then I felt a light smack on my ass. “That’s what.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to keep refusing in that case” I whispered.

“Suite yourself.” He moved in for another kiss, but I intercepted him and tapped my index finger against his lips.

“Hey, did Whitney go over the sleeping arrangements with you?”

“No, but Jack seems on board to stay with Max.”

“Oh, I meant for where she’d like you to sleep. I’m sorry, but she’s just kind of old fashioned.”

“Ah, she didn’t, but that’s not a problem” he said, ever the gentleman. “Just show me where to go.”

“I definitely will. You’ll just have to be extremely quiet.”

“What do you mean? Is everyone trying to sleep already?”

I couldn’t contain the smile that spread across my face.

“Are you screwing with me now?”

“Turnabout is fair play, baby.”

Later that night I climbed in bed next to Aaron who seemed to be engrossed in something on his phone.

“Work stuff or are you stuck on a candy crush level?”

“I’m just forwarding emails to Dave. Sorry, babe. That should be the extent of it. Ironically enough, the person who seemed all too delighted to inform me of the mandated leave now wants our help.”

“Aaron, it’s okay. You said Dave has covered for you before, so I’m sure he knows the drill, but if keeping an eye, a limited eye, on your email helps you to feel more comfortable with being away I’m fine with that.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes. How else will I ease you into being okay with taking time off more down the line?”

“So your approach to getting me to turn work off on vacation is being cool about me not turning work off on vacation…”

“Exactly. That and offering you other engaging activities…” Let’s just say I could tell that got his attention.

“Sorry. I know this isn’t the time or place. Just ignore it.”

“I mean…we could if we’re extremely quiet and careful. Also, sorry but I don’t want to ignore it.” I ran my hand down his t-shirt covered chest and continued down beneath the comforter to palm his erection.

He tried to shift me beneath him, but I stopped him.

“Absolutely not.” I whispered softly. He gave me such a confused look. “The mattress is way too squeaky. Get up and stand by the foot of the bed.”

“Okay. Wait, does that door lock?”

“No, but that’s why I moved my suitcase in front of it.”

“Crafty woman.”

“Take your shirt off. You don’t have to wear that to bed.”

“Hmm, bossy. I figured I’d sleep in clothes in case I need to get up for the bathroom and be out in the hall.”

“Makes sense, but right now I need you naked.” I untied his sweatpants and slid them down his legs. “Okay, the floor won’t creak over here. You’ll have to take me from behind.”

“No. Come here.” He whispered before pulling me into him to kiss me. “You’re getting awfully demanding. Now I’m going to fuck you and I’ll keep it quiet…but I’m doing it my way. I’m going to lift you up. Don’t squeal when I do.”

I nodded and wrapped my legs around his waist when he lifted me up.

“That’s my good girl. You can stay quiet, right? Are you ready?”

I nodded again and crashed my lips down on his. My hands ran all through his hair, desperate to grasp on to something. I knew we’d have to be quick so I figured some motivation couldn’t hurt.

“Aaron, I love you so much.” I whispered right in his ear. “Fuck me hard with that big cock. It’s all I thought about all night.”

That definitely helped. I didn’t expect him to be able to hold me up, but he did. The whole thing was so damn hot too. He came pretty fast and this was one of the few times I wished we had a condom just for the easier clean up. We made it work with tissues and I made a mental note to covertly dump that trash can tomorrow.

After he cleaned up, Aaron pulled his sweatpants back on. He searched around the room for his t-shirt until he saw me in it sitting on the bed.

“I should’ve known.”

“Oh, did you need this? I told you that you don’t have to overdress for bed.”

He started to climb on the bed and move towards me. He moved his forefinger over his lips to remind me to be quiet. I guess he knew me well enough to know I could be jumpy and startle.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down alongside him to cuddle.

“So I have no shirt on and you only have my shirt on. I’m just going to have to keep you close tonight.”

“I can live with that.” I turned in his arms so I could see his face and also so I could cuddle into his warm chest. “I feel like a high schooler who just snuck her boyfriend in her room. You know, I kind of wish I knew you then.”

“No you don’t. I was such a punk.”

“Aaron Hotchner the rule breaker. Who would’ve thought?”

“I know. Let’s get some sleep before we break any other rules tonight.”

~Next part to follow~

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Laisse tomber les filles 1

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Just so you’re aware, this takes place during the mid-60s and Lee is a little older than in the movie :) Just so you’re not confused.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You felt alone on campus.

When you got your acceptance, your parents swore it would be the experience of a lifetime, not to mention the value of education. Always the quiet one, withdrawn and wispy, the thought of moving away from home and living among strangers made you nervous.

Your first day in the dormitory assured you of your doubts and a semester in, you were still the sore thumb among the six girls in your unit. Your lectures were your sole respite from the pressure to make friends and fit in. You were always early and always intent on the professor.

That was what you were there for after all. If you wanted to hold onto your bursary, you had to maintain your average. You couldn’t be like the other students; you didn’t have rich parents or a trust fund, your degree actually had to mean something.

That night, you walked back from the evening book club meeting alone, as usual. You signed up in hopes you might meet someone like yourself, someone who didn’t just want to drink or smoke. While the members weren’t interested in the party life, they made you feel awful stupid as you struggled to pick up on the same themes in your readings and your sharing skills were never strong.

When it was your turn to talk about the chapter, you stuttered and muttered until you just gave up. You replayed the disastrous meeting in your head, the used copy of Nabakov under your arm as your bag swung against your side.

The sky turned a deepening azure as you reached Greek row and heard the muffled crackle of a record player and the buzz of voices from the largest of white houses painted with their respective fraternity colours. It was that new kind of music, the kind that made you want to hop, the kind the Christian club lobbied against on campus green.

As you got further down the street, the late winter crisp crawled up your thick stockings and made you shiver. You got closer to the raucous façade and watched as a couple stumbled out in bubbly conversation and quickly embraced against a pillar of the porch. You kept your head down and focused on the sidewalk.

A flash of blue and the ‘wop’ of a siren brought you to a halt. You stopped just at the corner of the frosty yard, the cloudy breath of the co-eds filling the air as they parted. The cruiser door opened and closed loudly and steady footsteps crossed the street. You watched from the shadows as the officer strode up the walk and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, propping his foot up on the lowest plank.

“You kids are bein’ awfully loud,” his voice carried above the din, he had the local accent that lilted his tone so that even the meanest words were dampened.

“Sorry, officer,” the girl pulled away from the boy and came to the top of the steps, “it’s Friday and we were just having fun--”

“Yeah, yeah,” the cop said as he hooked his thumb on his belt, “y’all know I’m here every week… you turn that racket down or maybe I come in and find something that needs confiscatin’.”

“Got it,” the frat boy said as he stood beside the girl, “I’ll tell Leighton.”

“Ain’t fun for me neither,” the officer slid his foot down to the ground, “I don’t like to ruin you kids’ night.”

“Thank you, officer,” the boy said, “I’m goin’ now.”

“Mhmm, I’ll see you next week then,” the cop scoffed as the boy grabbed the girl and dragged her inside. His voice called through the noise of the crowd for the boy Leighton and the music dulled just enough that it was only a subtle hum, “funny kids.”

The officer turned and chuckled as he reached into his jacket. He paused and his eyes wandered over to you as you stood silently by the edge of the yard. He pulled out a small box and tapped out a toothpick as he smiled at you. He replaced the box in his pocket as he stopped short.

“You headin’ in, girl?” he asked as he placed the toothpick between his lips, “looks like you late for the party.”

“Uh, no, I was just… going home,” you slowly urged yourself forward, “didn’t want to get in your way.”

You tapped towards him in your mary janes as you adjusted the book in your hand. He watched you approach as you kept your head down, just wanting to get past and get on to your dorm.

“Hold up,” he said just as you reached him, “you walkin’ home all alone after dark?”

“My dorm is just… just around the corner,” you said as you stopped and kept your eyes on his shoes, “thank you, officer.”

“Now, I don’t care if it’s just right there, you shouldn’t be alone,” he insisted, “how’s bout a ride, hmm? I gotta make a round of the campus anyway.”

“I can make it on my own…” you began and he tutted, “I mean, thank you, I suppose it’s rude to… um…”

“You’re not from these parts, huh?” he asked, “you got that accent. Real fine.”

“Uh uh,” you uttered, “it’s a nice place though.”

“City is, but the rest of the county...” he remarked, “you must be far from home then.”

“A little,” you shrugged.

“Well,” he rubbed his hands together, “let’s get goin’, it’s cold tonight.”

“Thank you, again,” you slowly followed him as he backed away and turned to cross the street.

“Not at all,” he said warmly as he neared the car and pulled open the back door, “one thing, it’s against policy to let passengers in the front seat.”

“Oh?” you blinked and looked into the cruiser, “I can walk, I--”

“Go on,” he waved you in, “probably comfier back there anyhow.”

You gave a tight-lipped smile and slid into the back seat. You swept your bag up into your lap as the door snapped shut and tucked the book under the flap. The car shifted as he got in the front and he looked at you in the wide rear view mirror.

“Mind my manners, I didn’t even introduce myself, Sheriff Bodecker,” he jingled his keys as he spoke, “and you, honey?”

You hesitated at the added pet name. No one ever called you anything but ‘miss’ or ‘young woman’. You cleared your throat and shifted as you tugged nervously at your scarf as it pressed against your chin. It was damp from your hot breath. You gave him your name and shrank back against the leather.

“This your first year?” he asked as he pulled out and tossed his toothpick out the window.

“Yes, sir,” you answered and you saw his head tilt just slightly as he drove slowly.

“You like it?” he continued.

“It’s… new,” you said stiffly, “I don’t know many people but I… I’m learning a lot.”

“Oh, I hear they teach lots of interesting things these days. Lotta red nonsense,” he sighed, “which way am I goin’, honey?”

“Left, sir, the third building on your right with the orange brick,” you replied.

“No parties to go to?” he snickered as he came up to your dormitory and rolled to a stop.

“I… I’m not much for them, sir,” you said as you tried the handle but the door didn’t budge.

“Sorry, forgot about that,” he got out and opened the door from outside, “there ya go.”

You stepped out and your foot slipped on a patch of thin ice. You caught yourself on the door as he grabbed your arm and helped steady you. You laughed nervously and thanked him.

“Careful there,” he said, “hate for you to mess up that face, honey.”

“I’m alright,” you assured him and carefully drew away from him, “thank you for the ride, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s just my job,” he sniffed, “you know, keepin’ the campus safe… when I can.”

“I’m sure you have much more to worry about than some college kids,” you said.

“Eh, you’d be surprised,” he intoned, “I’m around on Fridays, there’s always noise complaints ‘round here.”

You were quiet, unsure what to say or how to detach yourself gracefully. You just wanted to go inside and listen to the radio as you reread the chapter. You smiled nervously and he looked down at you beneath the streetlight.

“I might see you around,” he said, “and don’t mind givin’ ya another ride, ya know? Can’t have you lost in the dark, heh.”

“It’s nice of you, sir, but I’m grown now, I can take care of myself,” you assured him, though you hated how black it got on this side of campus.

“Well, don’t be shy, give me a wave if you see me,” he closed the door as you sidestepped it, “and you have a good night. Get yourself warmed up with some nice tea… though I know you college kids prefer a harder comfort.”

“I don’t drink,” you said awkwardly, “but, uh… good night, officer.”

You went around the back of the car and stepped up onto the curb. You went up to the grated door and fished out your key. You peeked over your shoulder as you unlocked the door and found the Sheriff watching you over the roof of his car.

His large-brimmed hat shadowed his face and his constant gaze sent a shiver through you, but that could’ve been the nightly chill. You gave a small wave and let yourself in, quickly hiding behind the inner door, happy to be home safe.

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Can I have a Lance imagine were it’s like a enemies to lovers situation were I work for Aston Martin as like his assistant and him and I don’t get along at all we always bicker and tease other when I have to go over his schedule in his driver room we get into one of our heated arguments as we subconsciously get closer and we kiss and it gets a little heated. Thanks!

omg hi sorry this took a while! here it is, hope you like it <3 thank you sm for requesting!

listen / lance stroll

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warnings: kissing? kinda steamy. bickering and teasing

a/n: was fun writing this one haha i love writing tropes/prompts like this!!!! i'm always open to requests x

Working for an F1 team has always been your dream. You’ve always admired how much work and efficiency is needed in getting the results each team aims for so when you were given the chance to be part of something that special, you jumped and took it immediately. It was obviously also a plus that you’d gotten offered to work for Aston Martin since it meant helping out a team that was rebuilding. You’d be lying, however, if you said that everything about your dream job was perfect. Great environment? Check. Opportunity to travel? Check. Making enough money? Check. Great drivers? Debatable.

The job offered to you was to be the personal assistant of one of the drivers, Lance Stroll. You were really excited when you heard you would be working that closely with him since that meant you’d also get to be closer to the action and learning all about the inside-outs of racing. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for the both of you to start off on the wrong foot which then spiraled into him being literally the only person you did not get along with in the team and vice-versa.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry.” Your cheeks are heating up and you stare at the large coffee stain now covering what once was a clean green Aston Martin shirt. You look up and make eye contact with the guy you’re supposed to be working for now. Just your luck. This was not how you wanted to meet Lance Stroll on your first day. The person behind the hospitality counter hands you tissue and you’re about to hand it to him but he snatches it out of your hands, a scowl on his face. “I’m supposed to be going to the media pen. You’ve obviously ruined that now. Do you even know what you’re doing?” You reel back a bit, kind of shocked at how sharp Lance’s words are. He doesn’t even glance at you as he walks away, shaking his head. He makes his way upstairs, presumably to ask someone for a new shirt instead of going to the media pen. Maybe he was just having a rough day. How was he going to react when he found out you were going to be his new assistant?

“No way. This is a joke.” Nope. He isn’t having a rough day. He’s just being a total jackass. You try your best to act professionally as Lance comes into the room. “She can’t be my assistant. She literally caused me to be late to my schedule for the day. I need someone competent.” You furrow your eyebrows, starting to get frustrated with the guy in front of you. Sure, you had messed up. It was an accident and after asking around, Lance had actually made it just in time to the media pen earlier that day. You had apologized too. “Look, I’m sorry that my coffee had spilled on your shirt but that isn’t a basis for how I work. My competency does not depend on whether you were standing too close to me.” You shoot back. Lance has an incredulous look on his face, glancing at his dad who is watching all of this unfold. You probably shouldn’t have said that last part but you were not going to let someone put all the blame on you. Lawrence Stroll, your boss, just looks on and is clearly amused at what’s happening.

Lance continues looking at his dad, trying to convey how displeased he is with the decision made. “Lance, Y/N’s track record and experience is actually very impressive. I think she’ll be very good for you. You both just started off on the wrong foot. You both have a lot to learn from each other.” You flash a smile at Lawrence then look at Lance, who is still not smiling. You don’t like the guy but if this is what you have to put up with to continue doing your dream job, you can be damn sure you’d be professional.

“You don’t have to like me but we are going to be working closely together so I’d suggest sucking it up. Let’s try this again. I’m Y/N.” You say, reaching a hand out. Lance glances at your hand and grimaces. He shakes it once then puts it down, not bothering to introduce himself. He storms out of the room immediately after. You were beginning to resent the job you so desperately wanted.

“Lance, whatever it is you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work with me.” Lance cocks an eyebrow up at you, clearly amused and suddenly turning whatever you’ve said into a challenge. A couple of months after you both started working together, you both had fallen into a routine of your own. The both of you bickered incessantly and never bothered getting to know each other. It was always you giving Lance a rundown of his schedule, prepping him when necessary and Lance shooting back a snarky remark or pretending to ignore whatever you said. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” “You’re trying to be an idiot again.” Lance rolls his eyes at you from the couch. You were currently going through his schedule for the day at his driver’s room but he just wasn’t listening to you. Every time you’d glance up from your clipboard, Lance was scrolling through his phone, not paying attention.

“I’m serious. You messed up the press conference last week by talking about something the team was not ready to share yet. I specifically told you not to and you did anyway because you weren’t listening to me.” “Well, do a better job at making me listen then.” He says, finally glancing at you. You let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t think you were the type to need to be babied,” You taunt, making your way to the couch. “Do you need this actually shoved in your face for you to listen? Is that the pace we’re going for?” You place the clipboard directly in his line of vision, on top of his phone. You glance at his face, now way closer to you than it had been a couple of seconds ago. Only a couple of inches separate you both. Lance looks at the clipboard then at you, clearly unamused.

“Are you saying I’m slow?”

“You said that, not me.”

“Ridiculous.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

The exchange between you two has you both glaring at each other, getting closer to one another’s faces. There’s a tiny glint in his eyes, almost as if he’s amused by what’s happening. You can imagine you have the same one. “You’re actually impossible.” He says, still looking straight into your eyes. You pretend to squint, inching just a bit closer to Lance’s face. “Would you look at that? It’s like looking into a mirror.” You don’t realize how close you two actually are until Lance breaks eye contact, glancing down at your lips then back up to your eyes. The mood in the room has suddenly shifted, everything feeling a bit too hot for your liking. The position you’re in isn’t helping at all either. For some reason, you’ve found yourself beside Lance, your sides touching. Lance’s arm is draped on the part of the couch behind you and your arm is still on top of your clipboard, which is on top of his lap. Your faces are so near each other, closer than they’ve ever been before. You know you’re treading dangerous territory but for some reason you want to play with the situation a little longer.

“Do I need to get this close to get you to listen?” You whisper, glancing at his lips then back up to his eyes. Lance is clearly stuck in the moment too, trying to process what’s going on. The glint is back in his eyes. “I don’t think that’s close enough.” He whispers back. You inch just a bit closer, still not allowing yourself to connect your lips to his. You want him to make the move. You know this is another game you both are playing. “How about now?” He just shakes his head. You move in even closer, close enough that you can feel his breath fan your face. Lance rolls his eyes, obviously frustrated and decides to take matters into his own hands. One second you’re watching him in amusement, the next your hands are in his hair.

Lance crashes his lips onto yours, his arms quickly moving from the sides of the couch to your waist. Your hands find their way into his hair as you kiss him back with just as much intensity. There was no way you were actually doing this right now. What were you doing making out with Lance? What if someone entered? What if someone heard you both? These thoughts quickly exit your mind as Lance pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him. He pulls away then starts trailing kisses down your neck. “You’re so hot when you’re angry.” He says in between kisses. “You make me angry.” You retort. You try to push your bodies closer together, feeling his excitement rub against your thighs. He groans. “You’re actually crazy.” He says before connecting his lips to yours once more. You both continue making out for quite some time until you feel your watch buzz with an alarm. Media pen. Lance needs to be in the media pen. You pull away and plant kisses in the sensitive spot near his ear. “You,” you start. “Need,” you kiss his jaw. “To go,” you kiss his cheek. “To the media pen.” You plant one last kiss on his lips then get off of him.

Lance looks exasperated on the couch as you smile down at him. “Are you being serious right now?” He asks. You nod your head, still flushed from what just happened. “Dead serious. Come on, off you go.” Lance shakes his head as he gets up, trying to process what’s just happened. You needed to process it too. You take a quick look at him to see if he looks presentable. You reach the bottom half of his body and blush. You make your way out to the door. “I’ll let you fix yourself up and meet you outside. You have five minutes.”

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