#sheer what the fuckery
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On the 16th of December, Salty gave her moots...
A bridge under construction
One hair disaster
Apricot
One Kirk a-hustling, and a random bunny rabbit…
A lovely DALA wedding
A welcome wedding crasher
Let go of my Dean he’s tall and pretty
One daring rescue
A DALA make out sesh
I'll catch you, Dean my love
There goes Dean's head
Gee, where is Jess?
Oh look he finally snapped
Two swans a nibblin
Drop the axe and put your hands where I can see them
Jess, you can't just... axe a girl to death and throw her in a lake.
Merry Christmas! The end! Thank you for following me even though I'm clearly out of my fucking mind!
#gilmore girls#lorelai gilmore#rory gilmore#luke danes#jess mariano#Shane#swans#shane is swan food#put down that axe Mr Mariano#t rex#headless dean#Dean and Lorelai Affair#funny thing about that bride and groom#after I bought those lego knockoffs from Amazon I realized they were from some company that exclusively makes Mormon themed lego sets#like Mormon temples#sheer what the fuckery#a Very Salty Christmas#Salty is Deranged#finding the perfect Legos and PollyPockets for this insanity and pitting this all together bought me tremendous joy#Rory just sittin on a bench watching her mother attempt to rescue Dean from the clutches of a T Rex#a typical day in The Hollow
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anyway bella was 18 and pregnant for only 28 days before she was giving birth.
twilight is a horror saga.
#twilight#i hardly ever Post My Opinion as far as what I think of Smeyers choices but holy fuck did she drop the ball on this one#if you're going to subject my girl to the horrors#make the horrors better than Robitussin#the sheer fuckery of writing her character already parentified by renée#and already disregarding of the institution of marriage and family#wouldn't want to start one#not to mention the body horror of speed running a lethal pregnancy#to me eclipse and breaking dawn don't exist#ez rambles
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Sorry to bother with my maple tree questions (again), but I was just wondering what books you’d recommend for me to become more familiar with England’s tree ecology? 👀 i… I feel rather silly having to look up “do maple trees / apple trees / insert plant life here exist in northern England” every time I want to talk about the spring flowers :;
But also if I don’t describe the native plant life changing then what am I to write about in the heavy silence that follows awkward questions I just gotta talk about the whirlybird seeds falling a hair too early for the season or I’ll turn into a puddle
A really good intro to the types of flora you'll see in England can be found by visiting Woodlandtrust.org.uk! They do education on woodlands specifically, so I use them a lot when I'm writing about ThunderClan territory.
From there, I take a tree they're talking about and try to read more about it, then use iNaturalist to confirm if it's in my modeled region. There are also times I work backwards, using iNaturalist to browse the sorts of trees and flowers that exist here and learning more about how they got there, and if the cats would have it in their territory.
For the non-woodland biomes, I find Wildlifetrusts.org helpful sometimes. Sadly though, this site is not nearly as well managed as Woodland Trust and there's some dead links, so I find that researching rivers, moorland, and bogs is harder.
I think I've got forest ecology research down to a good science, but the other biomes, I have to tap into my search engine skills. It's probably a symptom of how non-forest biomes kinda tend to get neglected by casual conservationists. LOVE YOUR LOCAL WETLAND, GOD DAMN IT
#The sheer neglect of wetland is why I committed to the big ShadowClan change early on#Which was letting them flood the Lake forest#And deciding on one of the Po3 episodes being a bog project#Pine forests are ASS in England and I'm feeding my inner goblin by letting them destroy the damn thing#the bog. it destroyed its cage. yes. YES#THE BOG IS OUT#for the record I model Delamere's developing quaking bog for shadowclan specifically#A couple years ago they undid some victorian fuckery and reflooded an area of Delamere forest#So it's a good model for what a bog looks like as it re-boggens#bones give advice#It catches me off guard every time I re-visit Canon and they're talking about pine forest lmao#Girl you are living in a plantation. girl there is not enough prey there. girl your ecosystem did not evolve along this species of tree
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hi my love :33333 <3 hope ur having a wonderful night/sleep!!! i hope you're not thinking about laying your head in zhonglis lap after a long day... and having her hands lightly carding through your hair, her thighs are soft and mushy you could fall asleep there... her voice low and soothing<3
anyways love u!! <3 ehe~
:crying: IN MY HOME? ON A FRIDAY MORNING? RIGHT AFTER MY EGGS?
but ohhh that would actually be really nice actually...........curling up on her lap like a cosy puppy cuddling its owner bc i am a wee bit touchstarved... and her thighs.... how dare you mention them when i become a pathetic mess just from one (1) sliver of skin (also ily2 i hope you have a lovely weekend <3333 i just need to get this one draft before i can go back to tormenting childe)
but the idea of her being so gentle with her lover is making me so soft.........
imagining zhongli with an s/o who's known for being a workaholic.
they're always buried in paperwork and errands, but this morning is a little different from the others. it's the first day of the lantern rite holidays, possibly one of the rare times they actually get a break, but out of habit, they still want to spend the way tying up loose ends before they allow themself to relax.
it's a reward system of sorts they've crafted for themselves. everyone they know has told them that it only adds stress on their shoulders, but they're nothing if not stubborn. holidays or not, they have a quota to meet! the sooner they get these tasks done, the better!
i have a busy day ahead of me. i can't rest until it's all finished! was what they said, yet here they are, not making any effort to get up. instead, they let themself relax on zhongli's lap in a rare display of their vulnerability, their fatigue. they may be adepti, but even adepti have their limits and somehow, zhongli's s/o constantly pushes their own.
zhongli finds it endearing how their beloved's actions betray their words sometimes. to spare them from being more flustered than they already are, zhongli decides not to comment on the small smile on their face or the blush on their cheeks. their beloved has an image they'd like to keep, after all.
besides, zhongli likes being the only one who gets to see them like this.
#SORRY 4 THE YAPPING BTU ALSO LOOK WHAT U DID TO MEEEE#soggy wet napkin (me) and their beautiful trans gf#in case it isnt obvious i refer to zhongli with all pronouns bc we simpyl do not gender here#xi lian i will work on u properly i promise . .. . one day.......#mail#kiri writes love mail#u're so mean just out of sheer spite i'm gonna come up with something for foul legacy childe AND dottore#or maybe some mayuri fuckery#i'm gnnaa put this in my writing tag just in case#all
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steeples fingers
i desperately need you guys to read the locked tomb series
#ooc#its taken me <a week to get through two of the books yall#ive never been so obsessed#what the hell its so good#iron widow is good but it doesnt hold a candle to the sheer What The Fuckery that locked tomb as going on
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Nothing quite like being elbow deep in pizza dough, in a trashed in-use kitchen, clearly sans bra and having your violently extroverted youngest child throw open the door and yell, “Ma! Guess what! I brought [Friend] and [Friend’s Mom you’ve never met or spoken to yet outside of that one time she stalked you on FB!!] Isn’t this a great surprise!!!”
Child I have no words to describe how much that was not a great surprise in the slightest and this woman now probably thinks I’m a serial killer bc my default holy fuck now what mode is very very dry and stand-offish.
(But also: Woman has my partner’s number, why the fuck didn’t she text before ‘spontaneously visiting’ just to ask if youngest can attend tomorrow’s birthday party, which again, could have been done via text. This is how I get told anxiety makes me paranoid bc I’m over here like, “this was an intentional choice. Who does that.”)
How do i support my golden retriever child while getting him to understand that I am whatever the exact opposite of this is.
#annoyance level is high and my ability to brain is low#gonna sit here and let my eye twitch until I work through the sheer levels of What The Fuckery#i. do not do well. with people I KNOW randomly appearing#momma talks#Partner was doing his best to overcompensate with his own brand of golden retriever friendliness#while I’m like. trying to clean up the mess. shooing neighborhood kids out of my bedroom.#fun times.
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while everyone on twitter is going to shit over the bts collab in cookie run kingdom it may be the thing that gets me to reinstall the game
#🎸 — my posts#crk#cookie run kingdom#anyway#i am. not a fan of kpop but reinstalling crk for this because of its sheer what the fuckery
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can u write about mark + mirror sex please please pleaseee
WHATS HATNIN’ ?:: mark lee
warning:: mirror sex, hair pulling, taking pictures, oral (m!receiving), hickeys, p in v sex, porn with no real plot, scratching, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, unprotected sex, headlock, posesive! Mark, sitautionship.
summary:: even if you two aren’t dating you know better. or at least that’s what mark thought, yet his eyes seemed to be amazed when he sees you posting a picture of you and a guy in your bedroom. a mirror picture.
inspo:: what’s hatnin’ by just Bieber, I literally cannot get out of my light skinned Justin era😭
the ugly feeling in Mark’s chest had become so transparent the moment he stepped out of his apartment keys in hand and phone in the other as he watched your story seeing a guy laying in his girls bed taking a picture of them laying next to each other in the mirror. To say mark was pissed would be the understatement of the century. Mark was utterly fuming, ready to show up at your place and rock that guys world.
Mark had never moved so fast to get to your place, loving the feeling of moving slow enough to keep you on your toes even though he is just as eager as anyone to see you. But Mark knows better than anyone when it comes down to you, he doesn’t share. He doesn’t care if you two are just hooking, officially dating, or friends with benefits. He can share a drink, a pizza, a bag of candy, but never you. That’s where Mark draws the line. And if anyone unknowingly or not even let the idea slip of getting with you; Mark would be right there to knock that shit right back to its root of thought.
His hair is damp from his shower, he was even more hot in the face at the thought that he couldn’t even relax without you going and stringing some poor guy along into your fuckery that would ultimately lead to you being in the same exact bed you were just in with him and being fucked stupid. Not that Mark minded putting you in your place where you belong; with him.
The moment he stands in front of your apartment he doesn’t have patience to be quiet and gentle, he balls up his fist banging on the hard wooden door waiting to for your face to pop up between the crack and chain lock before opening it. “What are you doing here? Did you text me?” You ask completely oblivious to his anger which riles Mark up even more he pushes the door open and his sheer force or lack of yours for that matter choking you up.
The feeling of his fist balling up your hair pulling your head back to fully look him in his eyes makes your eyes go wide and your voice die in your throat. “You like being around other guys right? You like entertaining little boys?” He asks making your hand press against his chest gripping desperately at his shirt.
“No- i don’t” you say but Mark doesn’t want to hear some bullshit excuse you’ll throw at him. “No? Then why’re you posting other dudes on your story? In your bed? Huh?” He says but he knows the answer and he doesn’t have time for theatrics. “He’s a guy i went college with Mark.” You say pulling at his shirt.
‘Right, college” he says but doesn’t care enough to hear or even know anymore. He was in your space, the sacred space Mark had made seem like was his second place residing there almost every night with some of his own belongings sitting around to remind you of him. Mark grips your hair tighter making you wince.
Dragging you along with every heart pounding step he took towards your bedroom, heart ready to fall out your ass at how rough he was being with you though it truly makes no difference to you as you knew awaited you on the other side of your bedroom door. “Dressin’ up and shit, what you wanna impress him? Getting all cute.” He says slamming the door to your room open and slamming it shut behind I’m as he pulls you towards the end of your bed.
“you like pissin’ me off don’t you? Shit gets you all excited huh?” He says now use deliberately picking at you because he knows you better than anyone that you’ll cave to his attitude, and you’d do anything to make it better. “No I swear, we were just catchin’ up” you say defensively. “In your bed? No.” Mark doesn’t want to hear it anymore.
His hand pulls you down to your knees in front of your mirror as he stands in front of you. “You like your mirror so much right? Like takin’ pictures with little boys. Take a picture now” he says his tone is teasing but it wasn’t an ounce of amusement behind his eyes. Making you pull your phone from your back pocket you reach up to give him the phone with no words said but he scoffs.
“Nah, you do it. You took pictures of him in your mirror why can’t you now?” Mark won’t let the mean persona crack one bit. Pulling your head back to lean down and press a kiss to your lips knowing now your irritation was leaking in, but a kiss would shut you up before you even got started.
You soften up looking at him as he pulls away slowly looking you in your eyes perking up his brows before kissing you once more harder then standing at his full height. You open your camera snapping pictures while you both hold eye contact. The shrill feeling of embarrassment creeps up on you making you pull your eyes away and press your life head to his thighs the second his grip loosened but immediately tightens the second your head lands on his thighs.
“Nah, don’t look away now. Look at yourself.” He demands and it makes you pull away as your face heats up more embarrassed than any moment before Mark had confronted you at the front door. Hesitantly you look at the mirror seeing his hands bulging with veins from his tight grip making your thighs press together.
“You don’t like this shit but remember what got you here” he says the ugly feeling he got seeing you and whoever the guy was. “Mark, he was literally just a friend- I didn’t plan on talking to him again” you say but it falls on deaf ears as Mark tugs your hair. “Get back to it. You’re not done” he says using his free hand to point to your phone.
You sigh and snap pictures not ripping your face away from looking up at Mark. Snapping a few too many in your opinion, yet you snapped until Mark said stop. And when you dropped your phone and slid it away mark finally lets go of his grip on your hair, crouching to your level. “You see how that shit feels?” He says looking you in your eyes making your eyes slightly widen.
“What?” You ask not catching the meaning behind his words but it doesn’t take long for Mark to answer. “Seeing my girl posting another dude? It’s fucking embarrassing, that shit pissed me off” he says his index and thumb gripping at your chin gently. “I don’t like seeing you with other people. It doesn’t sit right” Mark says, though he’s made it a point to always get the message across that he hates sharing you with anyone you’d never heard him outright say he was jealous.
“Arguing’s not gonna fix the problem” Mark says softly before littering your lips and face in kisses making you sigh knowing that whatever mark chooses to do to resolve his feelings at the moment you’d be content. “Ok” you shortly answer against his lips with a small sigh as he stands up and sits at the end of your bed still visible in the mirror. You knew Mark was waiting on you to make him feel better. You take the initiate sliding your knees against the floor feeling the ache in your bones as you settle between his legs.
Hands pressing against his legs sweatpants bringing warmth to the back of your palms until your hands reach the subtle bulge poking through the thick grey fabric. Mark releasing a sigh from above you at the pressure on his dick. "You gonna make me feel good?" he asks as he watches you tug at the waistband of his boxers and pants, lifting his hips to help you. you nod puffing out a small hum in confirmation. Looking into his dark eyes you feel the dull ache between your thighs that makes you clench your them shut to relieve the feeling.
Your hand gripping at his base in a grip that makes Mark groan at the feeling, pumping him in your fist, teasing his tip with your tongue pressing your thumb against it as a thin string of spit connects the two of you together. “Fuck, even when you’re being bratty you’re still a tease” Mark says wincing as your grip tightens and your movements speed up. The sight of his thighs shaking makes you smile, though you know the sheer slick sound of precut and spit wasn’t the only sound you could make hit the air.
Wrapping your lips around his cock pressing your head down farther ignoring the burn in your throat as you lets the tip of his cock press against the back of your throat letting the sound of a long awaited moan you had been wanting to hear making your throat tighten around him which makes his bunch your hair back up once more guiding your head up and down on his dick sucking as the soft gags and sound of suckleing breach the heavy air.
Mark letting his other hand run through his black hair and fall back down on his forehead. “F-fuck” he huffs as his hips buck into the warmth from the back of your throat. Biting his lip as he feels the tingling sensation in his lower stomach while his thighs tense. His heartbeat is thrumming in his ears as he feels like his body is being reduced to nothing.
“That’s it baby” he moans airily as his hand presses down on the back of your head guiding you down his cock faster, his hips respond, Mark loves the way you look with tears in your eyes and mascara spilled with spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest in strings as your hair is absolutely fucked up by his hand.
“Look so pretty like that baby” he moans as his vision gets splotched, he’s closer and he can feel the burning white heat in his stomach clenching up and roaring to be released. His eyes widening at the feeling of your soft palm pressed flat against his tip rubbing quickly making him whine as his hips fuck into your fist at his base.
“Gonna cum” he groans as he looks you in your eyes watching as your wet eyelashes fluttered and your eyes look up at him, jaw slacking Mark feels himself letting go earning a deep groan from his throat that makes you gasp at how much he’s giving you. “Fuck” you whisper looking down at his dick covered in cum, red and throbbing; while mark lays back on the bed his face pale as if he’s seeing the pearly gates.
“C’mere” he says throaty and drained you move to sit in his lap making sure not brush against his sensitive cock. Mark sits up on his hands pressing his palms deep into the mattress as they sink in, you hesitantly find a comforting way to sit without touching him harshly while he’s coming down.
The pad of his thumb why’s away the saliva around your lips before he presses his lips to your forehead then to your lips heatedly, you moan almost instantly craving the feeling of his plump lips pressed against yours as he tastes himself on your tongue. His hands gripping the fat of your ass squeezing as he pulls you closer your hands settle to the back of his neck letting your fingers run through his hair.
Pulling away Mark nips and suckles on the skin of your throat making you lean your head back give him all the space he needs to litter small marks across your skin waiting to bloom into purple and blue bruises. His hands finding the bottom of your shirt pulling it over your head slowly as he kisses the skin above your navel up to the bottom of your bra he doesn’t hesitate to unclip and throw to the ground with your shirt.
Mark pulls his shirt over his own head letting you take the time to pull your pants and panties off. Mark settles you in his lap once more facing the mirror almost embarrassed at how disheveled you looked. “Look at you, my girl looks so pretty. Waiting to get fucked stupid” Mark whispers in your ear as your eyes watches the way his cock his hard and pressed against your navel, you clench around nothing.
“You wanna make it up to me? Make me feel better? Ride this fucking dick” he mumbles and that makes your head drop back as a moan ripples off the walls through the air. “s’not fair mark” you mumble as you crumble at the feeling of your clit pressed against him your mind utterly cloud with nothing but mark, mark, mark. You can’t get enough of it, adjusting your hips to press his tip against your sticky entrance teasing him in return as you sink down on just the tip making him sink his nails into your hip earning a wince.
“I don’t got the patience baby” he mumbles against your shoulder as he looks at you over the shoulder slowly pressing his hips up into you slowly making you sink onto his cock taking every inch he can give you until your ass is pressed against his thighs. “That’s it” he hisses as you grind down on him the feeling of him taking up all your space, filled to the brim makes your stomach feel warm and your chest tight at the stretch.
Your feet folding under your thighs as your hands reach back to hold onto his hands, anything, you you just need to feel him but mark does you better by wrapping his arms around your waist letting his warm palms rub against your tummy. The slick sound of you grinding against him makes you whine. Slowly lifting your hips and dropping them making Mark’s breathing shutter like a stack of paper in the wind.
Bouncing on his lap, his thrusts deep enough to make your thighs tremble as you whine, your thighs starting to burn as you push through the feeling letting your finger nails dig crescent shapes into his skin. “You like that? s’It feel good?” He asks as his hips rock against you his eyes watching the way your ass bounces letting a hand fall behind you letting a deafening smack reverberate off the walls.
“Yeah” you nod your head his eyes can’t stay in one place bouncing from you to the mirror in love with everything in sight. The trembling in your thighs slows you down making you switch between bouncing and grinding your hips making Mark grip your thighs “don’t slow down” he chuckles as his hands lift the weight of your thighs as impact was less of a worry.
The slick sounds in the air make your head dizzy as you barely catch the dirty words mark are whispering into your skin as his lips trail up your spine making your bones utterly shiver. “Keep going, don’t stop” he says his voice low and gruff like gravel sending goosebumps all over your skin that makes your hips bounce faster.
“That’s it” he mumbled his fingers rubbing small circles on your clit that makes your head fall back immediately making Mark scoff. “Didn’t I say look in the mirror? Look in the fucking mirror” he says sternly his rough palm colliding with the skin of your ass that makes you whine as you straighten up looking at yourself.
Hair a mess, makeup smudged as your mascara runs. You couldn’t be embarrassed with the way you were absolutely fucking yourself dumb on his cock, it felt too good to care, the shrill feeling in your lower stomach making your breath get caught in your throat as you clench down tighter on him.
“Get up” he said and it immediately made you want to burst into tears. You were so close, just a hair away from feeling that rush of energy and pleasure wash over you in white warm waves. You move anyways, slowly as it makes you feel empty. Mark guides you to rest on your stomach arching your back he leans close between your thighs letting a glob of spit trickle down your pussy making you gasp.
Spreading your legs farther apart seeing the way you glisten under your bedrooms dim lamp propped in the corner. “Look at you, all tired, you tired baby?” He asks as he pumps himself watching your expression in the mirror with a smirk seeing you nod your head. “Just wanna see you cum” you mumble as your temple presses against the mattress.
Mark hums in response as he presses his tip to your soaked entrance as the strings of spit and slick string against his tip as he slaps his tip against you making your hips jerk in response before pushing against him, the stretch is welcomed and you moan at the feeling of being full again. “You like that?” He asks as he sinks in slower making your jaw slack before your teeth cage over your bottom lip nodding.
His hand pressing against your ass as the other against your hip as his pelvis touches your skin making you grind against him. “Feels so fucking good” you whisper as you stack your arms in front of you and rest your chin on your forearm watching mark through the mirror who looks at just how deep he is inside you.
Pulling out just enough for his tip to still be inside before pressing harshly back into you making you moan as he repeats more harshly before utterly pounding into you, his hands touching your body in ways he knows only he can. “You know where to look” he says groaning as he pats your ass making your eyes flicker from him to yourself.
You know mark looks good, his dark hair sticking to his forehead and neck sticky with sweat, his feint abs covered in sweat that makes him look absolutely delicious. “Fuck yourself on my dick, come on” he says gently and it makes your head spin “come on pretty” he whispers as you lift yourself on your hands using it as leverage to bounce yourself in his lap picking up the pace.
“please cum” you whimper as you let your head fall back to look mark in his eyes absolutely filled with lust. “Wan’ you to cum so fucking bad, please” you moan and it makes Mark feel like he’s gonna lose it. His hand presses to your upper back making you fall back into the mattress, Mark leans over you completely like a tower wrapping his arm around your neck putting you in a headlock as he lets his hips buck into you sloppily.
Your moans die out as the constricting feel in your throat makes your jaw drop in pleasure as your eyes roll back. “Look at that fucking mirror hm?” He says into your ear, his breathing heavy as he can feel himself getting close almost like a sneeze the tingling sensation bundles up in your lower stomach as you force yourself to look in the mirror.
“Don’t want anybody else no more right?” He asks as his hips continue to piston into you “no, just you” you slur your words can barely make it out of your mouth with how good he fucks you. “Your little friend can’t do better can he?” He asks even though he knows the answer he still asks just to hear it from your mouth. “Never could make me cum” you whine as your thighs twitch.
“Cum with me, that’s all I need you to do for me baby” he moans as he absolutely tears up your insides making you grip his arm and sink your nails into his skin as you smoosh your face against his temple releasing all tension in your stomach the same time you hear the deepest moan to be released past marks throat that makes keep your eyes shut tightly as your body falls limp against him in pleasure as he fills you with the warm feeling of his cum.
Letting a few more rough thrusts make you completely shutter against him as he stops pulling away from you making you feeling the coldest you have been since he’s stepped inside your apartment, pulling out Mark watched how your dripped with his cum spilling on the sheets and onto your thighs he hums tiredly in satisfaction of his work almost as if your pussy was a masterpiece he painted with his cum.
Standing up Mark works with you in gentle touches as you wince at the dull ache between your thighs. “It’s okay, I got you” he mumbles as he carries your weight to the bathroom sitting you on the counter as he runs a bath. The both of you eventually situate in the bath with your back pressed to his chest as he cups the bath water letting it spill over your shoulders as he runs the rag lathered in soap over your skin.
“You’re mean when you’re jealous” you say, your throat dry and hoarse yet you don’t mind using whatever little bit of your voice you have to tease Mark. “Well maybe when you do shit to make me jealous I just show the ugly feelings” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re never gonna talk to him an again are you?” He asks with a hint of teasing in his voice “after this? Absolutely not” you laugh as you reach your hand up to his hand letting your nails rake through the wet tangles that makes Mark relax into you as his chin rests on your shoulder pressing a kiss to the skin. “Good” he mumbles.
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#𖦹—( neo percs )#mark smut#nct smut#nct dream smut#nct 127 smut#mark lee smut#mark hard hours#mark x reader
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so @theeminentlyimpractical and i were yodelling at each other in the DMs last night talking about general time-fuckery stuff in s2 and trying to riddle it all out, and i mentioned that i had noticed something that only now seems obvious from the s1 scriptbook (and im sure that someone pointed it out in 2019 but im wondering how relevant it still is):
everything is running late.
working backwards chronologically in s1, we have when newt arrives at jasmine cottage:
unfortunately the line isn't in the show, but in the interest of pooling all resources, the scriptbook says the following:
NEWT - I swerved to avoid Tibetans in the road. At least, I think I did. I've probably gone mad.
ANATHEMA - If you have, noone's going to notice. You're twenty minutes late.
we then know that crowley was late for arriving to collect the antichrist:
which the scriptbook doesn't elaborate on/give a timeframe, and may be extraneous to the previous and next example, but the antichrist is reportedly part of the Great Plan, so im including it for the moment.
but the kicker is agnes nutter, right?:
a precise and accurate prophetess who doesn't foresee that pulsifer would arrive late to execute her? how?
so when it came down to it, i started to wonder where something might have happened that has shunted the timeline along, between 10-20 minutes... maybe something in eden? but no - laure cracked it:
GOD - Archbishop James Ussher claimed that the Heaven and the Earth were created on Sunday the 21st of October, 4004 BC, at 9:00 a.m. This too was incorrect. By almost a quarter of an hour. It was created at 9:13 in the morning, which was correct.
now. all of the times don't match up completely, but the general sense is that the world may be running a little behind schedule, compared to what it should be - ie. the timeline that agnes predicted, and ussher/his team calculated.
we know that adam reset everything at the end of s1, but:
given that he's not omniscient, would he know that the world is 15 mins behind schedule (and therefore, when s2 starts, are we still running late)? probably not, so does he revert things back but keeps the world on the original clock, so to speak?
alternatively, did he reset the clock, and is the universe that we see in s2 actually on the correct time?
this might not mean much, if anything at all (see: it's just all for The Bit), in the grand scheme of things... but im now starting to wonder if it does. because what would have happened if everything had run on time? because maybe it's not so much thinking about individual events, and how they would have played out otherwise if the world had been on the 'correct' timeline all along, but maybe just the sheer possibility that there is an 'alternate reality' in which those 10-20 minutes meant things played out very differently?
ive talked about the chair (x), and ive talked about the sideburns (x), and ive talked about how crowley somehow seems to be existing at a different time to everything else around him (alternatively - whickber street itself is running in a different... reality? timeline?), as well as the random moments where time seems to disappear entirely/the clock swaps its hands around in ep6 (x). about crowley's comment about it being "too late", and how he seems to act slightly odd just before aziraphale tells him about the metatron's offer (x)... but is it all somehow interconnected? and connected to the 13-minute delay?
and if it is... what caused it? what might have delayed god by 13 minutes, or what might have gone wrong to cause the delay, that has then had a hypothetical knock-on effect, whether it be because adam did fix it, or didn't fix it?
#i ran out of steam to keep speculating but i will be adding to this#good omens#time-stop theory#ish i just dont have a better tag#s1 meta#s2 meta#s3 narrative spec
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It's really funny how Twitter is rolling out this rebranding on like, a design level, outside of just Elon's whole man-baby routine.
They didn't have a new logo created, they're just using a Unicode 𝕏, it's for math. It can't be trademarked because it's not a distinct logo so they have 0 control over how, if, or when people use their branding on other sites, which is just an insane situation for a major social media company to create for themselves.
Search engine optimization. You are a major social media company, you want to be THE PLACE people go for social media, news, etc, right? Well, good luck chucklefuck, because while X is the top search result, it's also the ONLY one on the first page (on duckduckgo) that refers to the social media site. Search Twitter and it's the entire front page of search results including news articles and Wiki articles about the social media site.
Association with porn. X-[anything] sounds like a porn site and XVideo IS a porn site. That's what you're contending with, and while I personally don't believe there's anything inherently shameful with close proximity to porn, on a professional level most companies are going to notice that and have to seriously consider if they want refer people to their X Account to see their X Posts on their X Feed and you see what I'm getting at here? Which then gets into...
The sheer brand recognition of the Twitter name. There is NO other social media site with the kind of brand recognition that Twitter has. Zuck would sell his right nut for the kind of brand recognition Twitter has. They have their own word for posts! Facebook doesn't have that! Reddit and Tumblr don't have that! Myspace and LiveJournal and Xanga also never had that! All for the far more generic 𝕏. No one's Booking on FB or Ditting on Reddit or w/e. But on Twitter they be Tweeting. Saying you tweeted someone tells people EXACTLY what site you were on immediately. Now they're what, X-posting? Well that's short for "cross-post". Posting on X? Looks like you're being vague about what site you were using on purpose. "I @'d [so-and-so] on X" doesn't have the same ring it, either.
They didn't make all their rebranding decisions BEFORE announcing and rolling out the rebrand, so now we have a site called 𝕏 with a LOT of the on site references to the site itself and it's features still called Twitter [thing] and you still post using a button that says "Tweet" (as of 7.29.23) and they JUST settled on a word to replace that with. USUALLY when a company is doing a rebranding, especially one with the kinds of resources Twitter has available, they plan it all out well in advance and do the roll out all at once rather than this hodgepodge thing that's going on. This is a big one and I don't think Elon understands how unprofessional this looks. This doesn't look like the work of a team of skilled, experienced web developers, designers and marketers. This looks like a site being ran on a shoe-string budget ran by a disorganized child making decisions on a whim.
Okay so I can't fully divorce the design decisions from Elon's general fuckery, but you get my point. Like, all the behind the scenes and PR shit is bad enough but even if we didn't know he had a tantrum over the name of PayPal and hadn't been all over the site being loud and wrong about everything, just these decisions listed would be enough to show what an entitled, inexperienced, immature walnut he is.
And it's really fucking funny.
#𝕏#x#twitter#elon musk#even just typing x into tumblr tags gets me SO MANY options like x men and x games and whatnot#this is so funny on so many levels#this is a web archivist's nightmare btw#I'm laughing but people who care about maintaining records of human life uh this blows#design#real life writes the post
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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 4
Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering.
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Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense!
It was late the next morning when Sukuna was sitting in the bath, cherry blossoms floating all around him. He’d long enjoyed the fragrance of this particular flower, especially because they were so short-lived. This village had been wise to hold his festival in the spring, so that they could incorporate the blossoms into his offerings.
As he watched the pale pink blossoms float by, his mind drifted to the offering who was probably still asleep in his bed, or perhaps having breakfast. Now that he’d thought of her, he wanted her to come and bathe with him. She would probably be embarrassed, even though he’d seen every inch of her numerous times by now. Imagining her blushing face was getting him excited, so he summoned a shrine maiden and told her to bring the offering.
Only a few minutes passed before the girl was led into the bathing room, wearing only the sheer white robe. The moisture in the air was making the thin fabric cling to her body in all the best places. Sukuna subconsciously licked his lips as the girl bowed low to the ground and the shrine maiden left.
“You can look up,” he said, and he waited for her to raise her head and look at him before he stood up in the bath. The water came up to his thighs, leaving most of his body exposed. He watched her expression as her eyes raked over his form, water drizzling down over his muscular chest and abdomen, his cock soft but still large and impressive. He knew he was an attractive man. Many people, regardless of gender, had looked at him with appreciative eyes. But once they knew who he was, his reputation for cruelty and extreme violence made their sense of fear override any attraction they might have felt.
Well, this strange offering was the exception.
Even knowing he was a sadistic monster, she was completely overtaken by her lust for him. He found that endlessly amusing, and so he stood there wet and naked before her, giving her hungry little eyes a feast.
“Stand,” he told her, “and remove your robe.”
Instead of getting up immediately, she instead lowered her flushed face back to the floor. “Lord Sukuna,” she began with a small and frightened voice, “may I please… request something of you?”
He stepped out of the bath and walked over to stand above her. This close, he could see that her body was trembling. Though he was normally annoyed by requests, he was too curious not to allow it. He asked, “What is your request?”
She kept her head to the floor and spoke in a frail and halting voice. “If… if you see fit to do so… could you please… show me mercy and b-be gentle with me today? My body still aches from last night, my Lord.”
Ah, so that was it. In all honesty, hearing her beg him to be gentle with her while quivering before him made him want to take her right there on the floor, harder than he ever had before. He wondered what sort of expression she would wear as he mercilessly pounded into her. Ahhh, he could hear her lovely screams in his mind, her pleading voice begging him to stop as he left fresh bruises all over her soft body.
Then his mind was invaded by the image of her smiling, and the image of her hugging the pink robe. He sighed. “I’ll show you mercy, if you can satisfy me in other ways.
Now stand up and remove your robe.”
He watched her hurry to her feet, clearly eager to please him. As she shyly pulled off the robe and let it drop to her feet, he wondered how he would kill her at the end of the night. She had certainly pleased him enough to earn a quick death, but he didn’t want it to be over so soon. He wanted to take his time, draw out every agonized scream, slowly slice away parts of her until there was nothing left.
Ah, but he didn’t have time for that. He would be leaving the village by morning. It was a shame that she wasn’t the offering on the first night. Then he would have had the whole week to enjoy her. The first four nights had been an utter waste. Only the first offering had made it to his bed, and only then because he hadn’t enjoyed a woman in weeks and wasn’t feeling particular. She’d been totally boring, a hole to fuck and nothing more. He didn’t even remember her face or what she’d sounded like. The other three had been eviscerated in front of the dais, their hysterical blubbering too annoying for him to bear.
He looked at the bandaged girl in front of him and wondered if he’d ever be able to purge from his memory the image of her smiling face, the sounds of her sweet moans and cries, the feeling of her arms clutching him with all their meager might. He walked over to a stone seat near the water and sat down, deciding to give the matter more thought in the evening.
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When Lord Sukuna had stood up in the water, you’d literally stopped breathing for a few moments. Standing there naked, glistening with water, black ink trailing lines down his body, he looked every bit the god your village worshipped him as. When he came to stand over you, the closeness of that perfect body to yours made you feel dizzy. His beauty only made you more self conscious, but you took off your robe as he commanded.
Now he was seated near the water, and he beckoned you to follow. You approached him slowly, dreading whatever he might do to you but also feeling an incredible thrill. You were already wet just from the sight of him.
When you were close enough, he reached up a hand and ran it over your bandages. You felt a shiver when his damp palm slid over your bare nipples.
“Let’s take these off,” he said, and began peeling the thin strips of cloth from your body. He unwrapped you as if he were opening a gift, using careful, intimate movements that left your face burning. When the bandages were completely removed, you somehow felt more naked, even though they covered very little to begin with.
He pulled you closer to him, so that you were wedged in between his spread legs. You could feel that he was getting hard. As if in response, you felt your own arousal dripping down your legs. You clamped them together, embarrassed that you had no control over yourself when you were this close to him. But he looked at you with a smug smile, seemingly able to read your thoughts. One of his hands squeezed in between your thighs and moved up, just grazing your pussy before withdrawing.
He held up his hand, shiny with your fluids, and looked you in the eyes as he licked it clean. Your knees nearly gave way. That look in his eyes said he knew he was driving you mad with lust, that he enjoyed making you so wet you could hardly bear it. He grinned as he leaned closer and said, “If you want me to show mercy to your dripping pussy, then satisfy me with your mouth.”
As he pulled back slightly, he licked two of his fingers, thoroughly coating them in his saliva, then plunged them into your mouth. He watched you suck them ravenously as he spoke again. “Ah, but I haven’t given you permission to have my cock in your hot little mouth. What are you going to do?” The question was asked in a mocking tone, but you knew the answer.
His fingers slipped from your mouth and his strong hands pushed you down to your knees in front of him. His fully hard erection stood tall, inches from your face. You wanted it in your mouth immediately, to taste him, to please him. But he hadn’t given permission yet, so you looked up at him with teary eyes and said, “Please, Lord Sukuna… please honor me by letting me taste your cock.”
You saw his eyes widen just slightly, and his engorged member seemed to twitch. Then a wide smirk appeared on his handsome face. “Very well. You can taste it, but you’re not allowed to take it into your mouth yet.”
With a small bow of appreciation, you extended your tongue and began licking up and down his length, slowly, with worshipful motions. You paid special attention to the tip, where a few delicious drops were leaking out. Ahh, you wanted it in your mouth so badly!
“Please, I beg of you, my Lord,” you said between licks, a thin string of his sticky precum connecting his tip to your tongue, “Let me take you into my unworthy mouth.”
He looked down at you with no expression. “Denied,” he said.
His cock was throbbing under your tongue, but he clearly wasn’t going to go easy on you. It wasn’t like you were trying to be seductive, you were simply voicing your genuine desires. You nestled your tongue into his tip again and continued your pleading.
“Lord Sukuna… please… I need you in my mouth… please! Fill my mouth with your cock… let me drink your cum…”
You said it all while licking every inch of him with religious devotion.
Finally, he grinned down at you and said, “You can take me in your mouth now.”
Your lips immediately enclosed around his length, the unbelievably huge cock completely stuffing your waiting mouth, your tongue circling it.
Even though you were enraptured with the taste of him, you heard his silky voice above you.
“Oh, but now that I’m in your mouth, don’t take my cock out. No matter what. I’ll remove it when I’m ready.”
You looked up at him and nodded your head as best you could while having your mouth so full. You couldn’t imagine wanting to take it out now that you had such a gift in your mouth, but your mind was getting a little fuzzy, momentarily forgetting the kinds of cruel games Sukuna liked to play with you.
Your legs were slippery, drenched in your own juices. You were so aroused, you couldn’t stop your hand from moving down to slip inside your folds.
“Don’t touch your clit,” you heard Sukuna say in a commanding voice, and you felt like sobbing as you pulled your hand away. He wouldn’t touch it or allow you to touch it last night, and so it remained swollen and sensitive and begging for attention.
You heard him laugh at your distress. “Such a needy little cunt,” he said.
He was pulsing in your mouth, you could almost feel his heartbeat. You kept up your ministrations, using your entire mouth to pleasure him. The thick organ twitched once more, and then all at once his hand gripped your hair and pulled you forward until he was choking you. He came, shooting hot cum directly down your throat. But at the same moment, he released your hair and his hand moved to your nose, where he pinched it shut, cutting off your air.
You almost jerked back in your panic, but you remembered him telling you not to take his cock out of your mouth, so you held on, feeling the warm and sticky cum sliding down your throat as you struggled to swallow it without breathing. Tears were falling from your eyes as you looked up at him, silently pleading for him to let you take a breath. He watched you for a moment before finally releasing your nose.
For several moments you sucked in air through your nose and sputtered and coughed around his cock, not letting it fall out of your mouth. He seemed to be enjoying your struggle, looking down at you with an amused expression. It took you a little while to realize he still hadn’t pulled out, even though he had already cum.
“Did you really think I would be satisfied with cumming in your mouth only once?” he asked. Then he reached down and stroked your hair as he said, “Keep me in your mouth until you make me cum again.”
You wasted no time swirling your tongue around his now soft cock. The first step was getting him hard again, so you focused on that, making gentle sucking motions and moving your head back and forth. You tried to ignore the red eyes staring down at you, watching you work, as well as the soreness blossoming in your jaw from keeping something so big in your mouth without letting your teeth hit it.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to be fully erect again, and the feeling of him swelling against your tongue made you even wetter.
You had given up denying to yourself that you were falling for this monstrous man. He was cruel and brutal and enjoyed hurting you, but it didn’t change the way you felt in his presence. You wanted him, so much that your entire being ached for him. Even knowing he was going to kill you did nothing to dull your passion. And so you communicated those feelings through your mouth on his cock, wanting him to feel your desire, your love.
And after only a few minutes, you felt him throbbing again. His hand returned to your hair, and you prepared yourself to have his cock shoved down your throat again, but this time he suddenly pulled himself out of your mouth. As you looked up at him curiously, his hand still holding your head still, you felt strings of hot cum shoot onto your face. It covered you, getting into your hair, dripping down over one of your eyes, across your nose, running down over your lips and falling from your chin to drizzle over your breasts.
You stared up at him with one eye open, frozen, not daring to wipe any away without permission even as a glob of it ran over your left eyelid. As he looked down at your messy, cum-soaked face, Sukuna was smirking again, clearly very pleased with himself. He stroked the back of your hair and stood up from the stone seat. “Good girl,” he said, “now finish your meal.”
It took a moment for your addled mind to understand what he meant, but then it clicked for you. As he watched, you began wiping up globs of his cum with your hands and pushing it into your mouth, licking your fingers clean each time. You smiled up at him and said, “Thank you for this blessing, Lord Sukuna.”
The smirk seemed to vanish from his face, and he turned away from you. Was that….? No, it couldn’t have been…. You knew it had to have been your imagination, but for the briefest of moments, just before he turned away, you could’ve sworn there was a faint pink tint to his face.
You didn’t have time to think more deeply on it, because soon after he turned back to you and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bath. You didn’t protest, only gasped in surprise as he stepped into the water and sat down, easing you into the steamy warmth. The water smelled so sweet, like him.
He gently pushed your entire head down into the water, just for a few seconds, then pulled you back up. Then he had a sponge in his hand, wiping at your face. When finished, he turned you to face away from him and then began running his hands through your hair, working some sort of lather into it.
Was he really washing your hair? It seemed ludicrous. He was a tyrant, an evil god, but right now he was carefully rinsing your hair. The soft movements made your whole body tingle. Was this his way of rewarding you? Or the start of another sick game?
Once your hair was washed, he sat back against the wall of the tub and pulled you into his lap, your back against his firm, wet chest. One of his hands moved over your body lightly, brushing over your nipples, your stomach, you hips, and then settling between your thighs.
The hand just sat there for a while, not moving and not parting your folds, as if it were just a comfortable place to leave it. Then, just as you were relaxing, one of his fingers slipped in. It pointedly did not touch your clit, only the area around it, which drove you mad. He circled it without even grazing it once, and you quivered in his lap.
“Please… Lord Sukuna…”
He had his mouth close to you ear. “Please what?”
“Please touch my…”
After you failed to finish the sentence, he whispered to you, “Touch your what?”
You squirmed as he kept rubbing everywhere except your aching nub. “My… c-clit,” you whined, both your hands gripping his strong arm.
“I won’t,” he said, “and you won’t either. Not now.”
The finger he’d been tormenting you with slid completely inside you, and was quickly joined by another. You moaned, your back arching against him as he pumped both fingers in and out of you.
Your senses were overwhelmed. The heat of the water, the strong scent of cherry blossoms, Sukuna’s perfect body pressed against yours, his sultry whispers, his fingers fucking your needy hole… it was too much for your fragile emotions to handle.
“Lord Sukuna… I love you…”
The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you quickly lowered your face to hide your blush. His fingers never stopped, and in fact he added a third as his other hand tilted your chin up to make you look at him.
He looked amused, as usual, and said in his beautiful voice, “Such a pitiful little offering.” Before you could even wonder what he meant by those words, his mouth encased yours, his tongue pressing between your lips and swirling with your own. Your hips in his lap reflexively moved with the rhythm of his plunging fingers as you moaned into his mouth.
Every inch of you felt amazing. You wanted to stay like this forever. If only the festival would never end, if only you could have been chosen the first night and had a few more nights with Sukuna, if only he felt even one tiny, fleeting speck of care for you.
One of his fingers pressed a spot inside you that made you nearly scream in pleasure, and you came on his hand, your body shuddering in his arms while his lips drank in your moans.
The two of you remained in the water for a while longer, neither of you speaking, your panting the only sound in the room. Then Sukuna stepped out of the water, and you followed soon after.
You stared at his form longingly as he dried himself off. He caught your gaze and laughed. “We just bathed. Don’t tempt me to make a mess of you again.”
You blushed and turned away from him to finish drying off yourself. You were still embarrassed about your slip up earlier, when you accidentally admitted that you loved him. You knew such feelings from an ordinary village girl were laughable to him, so you hoped he would simply forget it.
The two of you pulled on fresh robes and left the bathing room. As you walked down the hall a few steps behind Sukuna, he looked over his shoulder and said, “Let’s have something to eat. You don’t want to be hungry when night falls.” Then he continued on.
You stopped dead in your tracks. It occurred to you that he would definitely take you in his bed one more time before the festival ended, and he would probably hurt you again. You thought you could withstand physical pain, you’d even made peace with the fact that he would kill you. But there was still something he could do to you that you didn’t think you could handle, something he would most likely do just for the sake of being cruel. He could let you know just how little he thought of you, how ridiculous your sad little love was, how meaningless these past few days had been to him.
A strange little throb appeared in your chest, and you pressed your hand there to feel your own heart beating. You shook your head to try to dispel your dark thoughts, and hurried after Sukuna, deciding to do your best to enjoy your final hours.
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Bunny Ears (Part 18) ~William Afton X F! Reader~
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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.
Friday wasn't usually so exciting, but this Friday was special, and you were damned if you were going to let anything get in the way of it.
Taking a deep breath, you knocked on Henry's office and heard his usually chipper voice answer for you to come on in, smiling as you took a step inside and saw the man away from his desk, pinning more drawings that the kids had made for him and William and all the other animatronics onto the wall that was already thick with the sheer volume of them. It always made you smile, and you still had the drawings that the kids had given you when you 'saved' Spring-Bonnie. Your name was called fondly, Henry stopping what he was doing to offer you a bright smile as he stepped away from the wall.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked, smoothing down his dark curls before he sat back at his desk a little heavily, forcing the chair to spin slightly under his weight as you closed the door and sat in the little folding chair near to his desk.
"I was um...going to ask if I can be cut early today, Mr. Emily." You asked, feeling your cheeks heating up already, Henry raising an eyebrow before waving a hand dismissively with a slight chuckle.
"Please, it feels weird you calling me Mr. Emily in private," He sighed, smiling reassuringly at you as you fiddled with the edge of your confetti patterned blouse. "But why, what's up chicken? Are you not feeling well?"
"Quite the opposite, Mr-....Henry." Correcting yourself as you watched his eyebrow raise in a fatherly way that reminded you a little of a telling-off. But your cheeks continued to heat up as you couldn't help thinking about the reason you wanted the day off early. "I'm hoping the have the day off early because.. Well... I'm seeing William later tonight."
"Sorry sweetie, but that's not a-"
"At his house."
There was a pause as Henry blinked at you, his shoulders mid-shrug before relaxing and his eyes widening as he looked at you. Scanning your face to see if you were being serious before leaning back into his chair, fingers laced together and index fingers tapping each other as he made a hum in thought.
"Seriously around his house?" The question seemed almost incredulous, and it was your turn to raise an eyebrow before you slowly nodded, unsure if the man in front of you was happy or not.
"I..I think he's cooking dinner?"
"William Afton is cooking dinner for you, at his house?" He asked, receiving another small nod in reply, thoroughly confused as to why he seemed so shocked. You knew that Sarah had said that he rarely invited people to his house, but surely it wasn't such a huge deal.
"Do you have what you want to wear sorted?" The question caught you off guard, but you nodded and felt your cheeks burning as you thought of the discreet little bag waiting for you on your bed, as well as the new dress hung up on your wardrobe, waiting to be put on after your shower.
"Do you think I should bring a gift?"
"Oh... I mean...I would. He would probably find it very cute." He said, voice darkening slightly as his brow furrowed and he swivelled in his chair, making you worry that he wasn't reacting like he usually did to news about you and William. Feeling the joy about your day slowly slip away as you wondered if you were in some form of trouble as Henry spun back around, clutching something in his hands.
The older man stared at you for a second, running his hand through his curls and muttering something under his breath as he closed his eyes briefly before opening them and staring at the ceiling for a moment, making panic rise in your chest.
"What do you know...about sex?"
Blinking rapidly, you looked at the normally bouncy, happy human in front of you and the dead-serious tone with which he asked the question and suddenly you were transported back to a similarly awkward talk with your parents years ago when you hit puberty. Cheeks fully heated as your embarrassment changed course and burned brighter than before, looking at your fingers as you picked over them nervously.
"I um...I mean, I know how it..works? Like and that it's...it's special. What are you-"
"Good, good. Um.. I'm going to give you these, on the condition that they are used, young lady. But I'm also going to give you a quick rundown on what could happen." He let out a shaking breath, equally embarrassed by the whole situation as he handed over the small blue box. Letting you inspect it for a second before you froze up as you saw what they were in your hands. Heart pounding rapidly as the box of condoms rested in your hands limply, barely registering Henry as he began to talk again.
"So...When a man and a woman love each other very much..well, um, other people like women and women and men and men can love each other too! Just that, you know, since he's a man and you're a young woman...you know?" He rambled, his cheeks burning a deep maroon colour as he talked, avoiding your gaze as his fingers picked at themselves, only relenting as he began to gesticulate nervously. "So a man's-"
"OH MY GOD, HENRY!" You managed to snap him out of his rambling as you buried your head in your hands, placing the box on the edge of his desk, Henry sat quietly in his chair as you extracted yourself from the iron grip you had on your face, speaking into your hands and muffling your words slightly. "Look I don't need...I-I'll be safe if we decide to... We're taking it slow. We're still nervous about kissing each other for fucks sake!"
Henry seemed to relax at your reassurances, his shoulders releasing the tension, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and his burning cheeks the remnant of his embarrassment. Lopsided smile gracing his friendly face as he awkwardly reached out and patted your back reassuringly.
"I'm sorry..You're like a kid to me and Will's...Will's my best friend. I couldn't bear to see either of you in a situation you weren't happy in. That's how it was with Clara, and he loves Vanessa to pieces, but he wasn't happy. You both deserve to be happy." His voice was soft as he rubbed your back lightly with that same fatherly smile, allowing you time to breathe and recover before your face was fully extracted from your hands. Offering Henry a reassuring smile too. Jokingly, he placed the back of his hand to your forehead, taking your temperature as you still appeared very flushed.
"Looks like somebody's sick after all. Why don't you grab your stuff and head home? I'm sure you'll do well with a home-cooked meal." He smiled, and you smiled gratefully back, carefully opening your arms for a hug and wrapping them around him, catching him off guard before Henry wrapped his arms around you too.
"Thanks Henry, I really do appreciate it. Promise to be careful and I'm sure you'll tease me for days after this." You joked, making the man chuckle as he held you at arms length and smiled at you, his eyes crinkling slightly as he widened his eyes in mock hurt.
"Me? Tease you?! Never, chicken! But Will on the other hand is fair game."
Both much happier and relaxed about the situation, you left his office to go grab your things and cycle back home to get ready for your date. Laughing as Henry practically chucked the box after you as he made sure nobody else was watching, giving a disapproving dad finger-wag as you departed. The excitement of what the evening had in store for you crept back into your stomach now that the embarrassment cleared, and you found yourself practically vibrating as you prepared yourself to go to the Afton house.
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The cab had picked you up precisely on time, although you were a little surprised that it wasn't William picking you up from your house. A neatly wrapped and bow-tie presented bottle of whiskey in your lap as you slowly made your way down the gravel drive. The cab had dropped you off half-way down, as they were unsure if there was enough room to turn at the end, and suddenly the small kitten heels you'd chosen to wear seemed all too impractical as you moved slowly.
Although, you arrived exactly on time as you reached the front door and knocked, admiring the space the Afton house lived in and the house itself.
A long, winding gravel drive in between a thick copse of trees, muffling the sound of the main road and making the clearing in which the house was built peaceful. The house itself was a classic American style, front porch and all with white bannisters and fencing, the house itself painted in a faded pastel purple that looked like it needed touching up, making you wonder if it had perhaps been more vibrant once before. It was small slice of paradise hidden away from prying eyes, and for a more private man like William Afton, you could see why he enjoyed such a place.
The door opening disrupted your thoughts, and you turned to face William, smiling brightly and being caught slightly off guard as he wore an apron over his clothes. White with little bunnies on it like some house-wife despite being able to make out the black button-down tight across his broad frame and the neatly pressed slacks. His greying hair brushed through and slicked back, beard trimmed and you could smell his cologne faintly already, mixed with the smell of something delicious cooking inside.
William paused as he opened the door to you, his heart pounding in his chest as he drank you in. Little black heels, a cute little dress that the top looked a little like a button down, a small belt tied around the waist to accentuate your figure, and the deep green colour with the embroidered flowers across the collar made him melt at how sweet you looked. Your hair pulled back into a cute up-do with strands falling either side of your face, a little mascara making your doey eyes pop as they looked up at him. He felt so lucky in that moment to have somebody as colourful and as pretty as you fall for him.
Opening the door wider with a smile, he invited you inside. Quickly checking that everything was as ordered and perfect as he wanted it to be for your arrival before you stepped over the threshold.
"You look amazing tonight, bunny." He smiled, making your cheeks heat up as you shyly looked to the floor. A smile gracing your own features as you glanced up at him through thick lashes.
"You look great too, William." He chuckled at your compliment, raising an eyebrow as he gestured to the apron he was wearing.
"Oh you know, I figured that the apron really sold it. Gave me the real 'dad who can provide' look." You laughed as he poked fun at himself, making his smile wider and making a little dimple on one side as his eyes lit up. "I'm sure there's more 'hip' names for that, but it was a gift from Vanessa for Father's Day." He shrugged, turning towards the kitchen and gesturing for you to leave your shoes by the door. Padding through in his socks to go stir the food and check on it.
"So, what's for dinner then, chef?" You asked, almost hearing his eyeroll as he turned to look at you over his shoulder, tutting at you sligthly and giving you a chance to admire the kitchen.
The floor was neatly tiled, cabinets painted a cool white with a dark granite countertop to work on. A back-splash above the gas-stove and a good few selections of knife-blocks and cutting boards made you raise your eyebrow as you looked at William curiously.
"There's...a lot of knives?"
"Ah, yeah. Were you an art kid growing up?" He asked, making you blink as you wondered if he was brushing off the question, brow furrowing as you shrugged slightly.
"Yes?"
"Remember all the times your relatives got you paper reams and cheap pencils cause they didn't know what else to get you?"
"So...the cooking equivalent is knives?"
"Cheap knives. I keep my good ones hidden for my own use. And my sanity." He winked, making you laugh as you looked at the three or four blocks taking up counter space, shaking your head and sighing dramatically as you leaned against one of the counters near to him, earning you a curious side-eye.
"Guess that's my plans for your birthday out of the window."
"I say this with all the respect in the world for you, bunny. You get me knives for my birthday, I'm going to use them to make the worst meal imaginable and sit and watch you eat it." He threatened teasingly, making you giggle as you shook your head. Biting at your lip as you stood on your toes to try and peer at what was being made, only to have a large hand shoo you off with a smile on William's face.
He wasn't sure he'd ever smiled so much as when he was around you.
"Geez, that is a serious threat. Alright, baking trays it is!" You joked, making him groan and shake his head as he gestured to a cabinet by your leg, watching you as you curiously opened it and laughed as you found plenty of trays all neatly stacked together inside. "Is there anything you actually want?"
"A stand mixer?" He suggested, glancing at your hands and realising that you were carrying a neatly wrapped box and raising an eyebrow at you as he nodded towards it. "Going to a party after?"
"Oh! It's um...it's for you." Smiling shyly as you held it out, having forgotten that you had even carried it with you. William paused for a moment before he wiped his hands with a cloth and took it gingerly, smiling softly as his shoulders relaxed slightly. His large, rough fingers working quickly to undo the bow and pick apart the paper like it was a precious thing in itself.
His eyes widened as he looked at the contents, the box with the bottle of whiskey inside felt heavy in his hand and he couldn't help but wonder how much of your paycheque you'd spent in acquiring it. Looking back up at you before he placed the box down, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace and kissing the top of your head softly.
"Thank you, bunny. It's a wonderful gift, and..I have one to give you after dinner. Maybe you'd like a glass of whiskey with me, since you so nicely provided one for us?" He asked, feeling you nod with your head pressed to his broad chest. Reluctantly letting go of you to open a cupboard above your head and pulling out two glasses for the pair of you, carefully opening the bottle and pouring two fingers each to savour and clinking his glass to yours. "To us, and this hopefully wonderful dinner."
"To us, and this it-already-smells-damn-good dinner." You chuckled, William joining in too as he snuck a kiss from you before the glass could reach your lips. Melting under his touch as he moved back to the stove, silvery eyes bright as he brought the glass to his lips and watched you do the same.
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"That was amazing William, thank you for cooking for us." The older man rubbed the back of his neck nervously, smiling at your compliment as you both finished eating, sitting back the wooden seats of the dining table that had been so perfectly laid out for dinner. Dark napkins on the plates, bright silverware, good quality glasses, a worn bronze candle holder the centre piece with a white candle burning down, the warm light flickering across both of your faces as you ate by relative candle-light.
"Thank you for coming and joining me. It's a nice break from chicken nuggets and peas and the occasional Freddy's pizza."
"Vanessa's a picky eater? With a cook like you for a dad?" You asked, incredulous as William groaned, running a hand over his face and disrupting his gold wire aviators before he settled them back into place.
"You'd think it would be the opposite! I usually get her to eat different things but sometimes it's just a lazy cooking day, you know?" He asked, sipping the last of his drink down as he looked at you. Admiring your features in the candle-light and wondering if he had been right in seeing a slip of black under the collar of the dress as you'd shifted and moved during dinner, moving the thought out of his mind as he felt a fluttering in his stomach.
"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked suddenly, making you look at him in surprise, cheeks burning as you looked shyly at the table, head tilted slightly to one side.
"I...I don't really know how to dance." The reply made him pause, but he chuckled and stood up, slowly padding over to you and tucking one arm behind his back, offering the other to you as he approached your chair. Now that he wasn't wearing the apron, the black shirt and slacks in the candle-light made him look dark and mysterious. Like something out of a romance novel you once read.
"Then it's a good job you're not wearing your heels." Laughing as he joked with you, taking his arm and allowing William to guide you back through the door and towards the kitchen, leaving you a little confused until you turned left instead of right and ended up in the lounge.
What struck you first was how the furniture was arranged oddly, pushed back and leaving a large clear space in the centre, until you realised that it was cleared for the pair of you. William reaching to one side and pushing a button on the music system that you hadn't even noticed besides you as he smiled down at you, the soft music playing gently. The first few notes catching you off guard as you tipped your head to one side, trying to recognise it before smiling.
"Claire de lune?"
"You have a good ear, bunny." He complimented, taking your arm and guiding you to the cleared floor. Looking to you for permission before one of his large hands settled on the small of your back, pulling you close to his body whilst the other held your hand lightly. Towering over you as the closeness made your heart pound dramatically in your chest. "Why don't you step on my feet, I promise you won't hurt me." He suggested lowly, letting you press your body to his as you did as he asked. Shifting slightly to account for the additional weight before he began to move.
William Afton danced with a lot of grace, his expression a soft frown of focus even though his eyes sparked in the way that you had come to recognise as him truely being happy. The soft music and the way the world spun as you danced feeling like something from a fairytale as the warmth of his hand on your back made your stomach flutter nervously, his cologne filling your sense and taking over as you let him move your smaller body. A dreamy look on your own expression as he moved you, William found his heart melting more and more with each twirl and excited laugh as he spun you. He wished he could smell your perfume all the time, have you in his arms like that forever.
Eventually though, the dance ended, both of your breathing slightly quickly from the movements despite the fact that William had been doing all the work for you both. Cheeks flushed as he looked down at you, a warm smile coming to light as he removed his hand from yours and reached into his pockets, brow furrowed slightly before he found what he was looking for and kept his hand on your back, allowing you a chance to step back however.
Looking at what he was holding, your heart felt like it stopped as you saw the black velvet flat box, eyes wide as he expertly used his thumb to flip the catch and open it up and revealed a delicate silver chain with a clear gem pendant on it. Tears pricked at your eyes and made you feel hot as he kissed the top of your head adoringly.
"I wanted to get you something special. You're special to me and I..." He paused, swallowing softly as you looked up at him, seeing William struggle to get his words out as he took a shaking breath and steadied his nerves.
"I haven't seen you when you're sick, or when you're angry or even if anything aside from your best clothes, pjs that one time and the honestly ridiculous uniform at work. But...Whenever I see you, you look radiant. I couldn't ask for somebody more perfect in my life, and you have made me so happy. I tried to find the right words to say all this, and so, so much more." He said, breath shaking slightly as he forced himself to keep looking into your eyes, feeling your body tensing against his hand slightly. "And all I could find was; I love you."
The words took your breath away, tears spilling down your cheeks and William's face turning into shocked concern before you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close and holding onto him as tightly as you could. His broad body tensing up before relaxing and wrapping around you too, placing his chin ontop of your head and holding onto you as you tried to compose yourself in his chest.
"I-I love you too, William."
"It makes me an even happier man to hear that, bunny." He whispered, planting another chaste kiss against your head before your arms moved and allowed him to move. Gently taking the necklace from the box and undoing the clasp, your body moving automatically and feeling his rough fingers ghost against your neck as the cool metal sat between your collarbones and across your skin. Turning around so he could see it and smiling brightly, his hand reaching up and touching where it sat, making your chest tighten and stomach flutter nervously.
"It's beautiful, thank you."
"Nothing could be as beautiful as you, not to me." He said softly, moving his hand up and cupping your cheek softly, leaning in and claiming your lips gently. Feeling how you trembled in his arms and holding you close, lips moving together in the way only somebody who knew them so well could, his beard scratching at your face slightly before you parted. His eyes hazy for a moment before they focused on you. "Would you like to cuddle with me and watch a movie?"
You nodded, and he kissed you once again before he gave your hip a gentle squeeze. Guiding you out of the way before he grabbed one end of the couch that had been taken out of it's usual position. Grunting as he moved it back into place quickly and grabbing the remote, sitting down with a breath of finality and laying his arm across the back of it as the tv turned on. Letting you lay across his side and your head next to his heart, listening to the strong thump of it inside as he scrolled through the options available.
"Do you remember being locked in the office together?"
"How could I forget?" He groaned, chuckling and looking down at you, moving his arm to wrap around you and his eyes scrunching up as he felt himself blushing slightly as he looked at you adoringly. "You looked so cute, asleep against me."
"That's still embarrassing!" You groaned, making him chuckle and shake his head as he looked at you.
"Why? It was the first time I ever thought about kissing you." He admitted, making you pause as you blinked up at him, checking he was serious as he smiled lopsidedly. His thumb stroking across your shoulder in a way that felt familiar to you, vaguely recalling it was something he'd done when he started to drift off too on that day.
"Then why don't you show me how you wanted to kiss me then?" You weren't sure where the boldness had come from, and it even caught William by surprise before he smiled. Moving his other hand so that it helped to support you, leaning in slowly and whispering against your lips before he claimed it.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The words were as delicious as his kiss. His lips claiming yours with a soft intensity that had your mind reeling as they moved with yours. A soft whimper escaping you as the intensity filled you, consumed you. The noise spurred him on, tongue wiping across your bottom lip before pressing into your mouth, yours moving with his as they danced together. Slow at first, but that quiet intensity building up as his grip on you tightened slightly. William was keeping himself in check however, though it was made harder by the little noises you made that made something in him a little feral. Biting at your lip gently when he moved to part the kiss, tugging at it slightly and feeling a sense of satisfaction with how pink the skin looked after he'd claimed it. Your eyes glazed over slightly before you seemed to come to, as if waking from a dream.
"Was that satisfactory, bunny?" Chuckling as your cheeks flushed and he cradled one in his large palm, feeling the heat from it as you looked up at him. Clearly deciding on something before you moved against his side.
Carefully, you moved and allowed your thumping heart to take control, stomach tight with nerves as you focused on his expressions as you straddled his lap. Hearing the sharp intake of breath as your weight settled against him, both quiet and looking at each other as his hands settled on your hips, holding you still as you seemed to be gauging each other's reactions.
"I feel like this is you asking for more." He teased, making your cheeks burn brighter and he chuckled somewhat darkly as you nodded. Freeing one hand from your hip and cupping your chin, thumb stroking your bruised lip as he held you against him. Sure you could feel his pounding heart too. "I don't want a nod, bunny, I need to hear you say it if you want more."
"I...Please. Please William, can we...may I have more?" You asked, feeling your chest tightening as he looked at you so seriously, planting a soft kiss onto your lips, letting it linger as his hand moved back to your waist. Gasping into the kiss as he experimentally dragged your hips across his, trembling softly under his grip and hearing a groan escaping him too.
"Good girl for using your words. But remember we can stop at any time okay? You control the pace here." He whispered against your lips, waiting for you to nod before he carefully reached between you and slowly undid the belt on your dress, ghosting over your form as his fingers began to work on the buttons and allow it to fall away from your body.
"And i-if I want more?"
"Well, now you know how to ask so nicely for it."
#william afton#springtrap#steve raglan#william afton x reader#fnaf movie#steve raglan x reader#springtrap x reader#william afton smut#william afton x you#fnaf x reader
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i have too many brain worms to actually make this make sense (i’ll reblog this with a fully fleshed analysis the next time i feel like being a human) but im thinking about the scene where abigail asks if they’re going to reenact the crime scene.
[to alana] “you be my mom” [to will] “you be my dad” [to hannibal] “and you be the man on the phone”.
i know this is abigail telling hannibal she knows who he was at the time of her parents’ deaths, but it also set up the reverse for mizumono.
will being the man on the phone, hannibal being her “father”, and alana being, in this instance, will (or who will was acting as when he arrived at the hobbs’ house).
which leaves abigail to act as mrs. hobbs — her mother — the woman killed before garret tried to kill abigail.
if you really want to get into the funky brain fuckery, that leaves will to shed his role as the man on the phone and take abigail’s role as the survivor- the one injured by the predator but ultimately surviving with the predator’s scar to bear. both abigail (in aperitif) and will (in mizumono) were killed out of love / fear by their respective would-be-killers.
it also serves to further sharpen the lines between hannibal and garret. if there were any doubts in will’s mind before about what he was to hannibal (probably wasn’t, given they were going to run away together), taking garret’s role and attempting to kill will for the sheer reason of keeping him out of prison and unquestioned about hannibal (and now, by extension, his involvement with abigail hobbs) wiped it out of his mind.
ough. brain worms are restless so im so sorry if this doesn’t make sense but there’s something here. ive just gotta find it.
#kallie disappears for a month then comes back and drops an incomprehensible piece of meta#and then she disappears again#missed y’all though#hannibal nbc#nbc hannibal#hannibal#hannibal lecter#will graham#mads mikkelsen#hugh dancy#hannigram#hannibal parallels#hannibal meta#meta#analysis#hannibal analysis#1x01#aperitif#2x13#mizumono#abigail hobbs#garret jacob hobbs#kacey rohl#kuroshika.txt
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Noah Sebastian x OFC
Alright folks, I think I’m on the other side of this cold. Which unfortunately means I am back at work. Things are going to start getting more serious here, so bear with me.
Moving forward, each chapter will have its own warnings above the normal, so just keep an eye out. As always, thank you for reading. ☺️
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. **STRONG TRIGGER WARNING FOR SA** Please proceed w/ caution.
+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.
Taglist: @flowery-mess
Part 8 - Limits
Three months is not a long time. Not long enough for me to drink in the relationship that now was encompassing the vast majority of my life. I still had my job, my meetings, my daily walks with Angel…but everything else was Noah.
Nights watching movies with him. Days going to his house and just existing while he sat in his studio making music. Standing backstage at random pop up shows they did. Morning showers. Evening cuddles. Very late night sex. Sex all the time? Noah had an incredible sex drive and I was along for the ride.
But today, this truly horrific day, was his last day before he left again on tour. It was panic day. And I couldn’t get out of work. He leaves in the morning for Houston, and is absolutely losing his mind with anxiety.
My phone was going to vibrate off of my desk, so I slipped it into the top drawer and turned my attention back to the clients in front of me.
“I’m so sorry about that, where were we?”
The young couple sat in the chairs in front of my desk, their expression cool and positive. They radiated happiness, love. Jared and Sarah Miller, newlyweds, and visibly elated to be buying their first home. Sarah’s belly sat heavy in her lap, thirty-six weeks into her pregnancy with their first baby.
Their house was closing next week, so we needed to discuss what all needed to be done prior and run their one last statement check.
“You can take that, if you need Mileena. We don’t mind waiting.” Sarah smiled at me warmly, and I felt a tug in my chest when I heard my phone vibrate again.
“Oh, it’s fi-“ Before I could finish, it stopped vibrating, only to begin again half a second later. “Uhm…”
I opened my drawer, looking down to see Noah’s face flashing once again.
“I’m so sorry, it’s my boyfriend. It may be an emergency if he’s calling this much.”
Jared stood up. “No worries! We can run to the car and get Sarah’s snacks, if you don’t mind we eat in here?”
I shook my head. “Not at all! I’ll only be a second.”
“Take your time.” Sarah chirped before they walked out of the office, the door latching behind them.
I slid the newest call open. “Why aren’t you answering?! Are you dying?!”
I had to pull the phone from my ear due to the sheer volume of his voice. “Noah, I’m at work. Not dying.”
“Oh.” His voice calmed down instantly. “Good, because I almost got worried.”
I snorted. “Almost? You’ve called me like, a hundred times!”
He chuckled. “It’s panic day?” He said defensively.
“Panic day or not, babe. I’m with clients.”
“Fuck! I’m sorry. I should’ve known.”
I glanced at my computer screen to a new Teams message.
Sam: Saw your clients left. Wanna get lunch?
I cringed.
Me: They’re coming back. And no, eating in.
I saw the indication he was typing pop up, but disappear a moment later with no new message.
“Listen, babe,” I brought my attention back to Noah. “How about I go to your place after work? I can grab food on the way?”
“I really should focus.”
I laughed. “Cause you’re doing such a great job.”
“You’re right.”
“I’ll see you about six. Love you.”
“Love you too, babe.”
And we ended the call right as Jared and Sarah walked back in.
I smiled widely and took a breath. “Crisis averted. Now, let’s get you guys this house.”
-
I sat cross-legged on Noah’s bed, pulling potstickers from the paper box in my hand. Noah was chewing on his food while his fingers clacked at his keyboard, sending last minute emails to his tour manager.
Rick and Morty played on the television, and I idly watched it while letting him have his space. ‘Just having you here makes me feel more calm’ is what he told me, so I’m just existing, letting him have his panic in peace.
Noah had gone to my house this afternoon and picked up Angel after we talked, bringing him back to his place so I didn’t have to stop home after work. I was almost convinced he loved that dog more than me. I’m okay with that.
Noah turned, chow mein noodle hanging out of his lips. I chuckled at the sight, and he turned his lips up in a goofy smile. He slurped the noodle in his mouth and licked his lips. As silly as he is, he’s still absolutely breathtaking.
His muscle shirt showed his arms that were slowly becoming more defined every time I really looked at them. Noah had been filling free time he had going to Muay Thai and Boxing classes, trying to keep off any unnecessary pounds he may put on from his sugar intake. The results were becoming…difficult to not appreciate.
“You done?”
He nodded, leaning back in his chair. “I think so. Nothing left to do but sleep.”
I nodded, satisfied. “Good.” I glanced at my watch, noticing it was already seven-thirty. The first forty-five minutes of me being here was spent trying to calm the anxiety and help him find his favorite jacket that somehow ended up in Jolly’s laundry hamper.
“We’ve got to head out in about an hour.”
His lips turned down in a frown. “Why?”
“I’ve got work in the morning, and you’re leaving at 4 in the morning. You need sleep.”
“Nuh-uh.”
I raised my eyebrow at him. “Noah, unless you have a show, you can barely stay conscious past 10PM. You still have to shower.”
He shrugged. “Don’t care.”
“Mkay, well I care. Because I also have to shower and decompress before bed.” I stood off the bed and piled the empty food containers into the bag they came in, walking it over to the garbage can.
“Take this out tonight, or it’ll be awful when you get back.”
He just stared at me, a look I couldn’t quite place on his face. It made me shift my weight under me, unsure of how to react.
“What? Do I have soy sauce on me?” I wiped at my face, but he just shook his head.
“No.” He then sighed heavily. “We’re going to be gone longer this time.”
My heart pulled. He was right. He’d be gone two and a half months this time, which shouldn’t be long, right? Three months went by so fast…
“I know. But, I’ll be at the show here in October. And you’ll be home a week after that, just in time for your birthday.”
He chewed his bottom lip. I walked over to him, stopping directly in front of his chair.
“Then we’ll spend the holidays together.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, his head leaning into my chest, his arms swallowing my waist. “Christmas, New Year, Thanksgiving.”
He would be going back on tour at the end of January, so we had to take what we could get.
“Can’t you just come with me?”
I chuckled. “I wish, baby.”
I pulled my arms back, gripping either side of his neck to bring his face up to mine, placing a soft kiss on his lips. His arms tightened around me and a soft moan hummed out of him.
“Now,” I pulled my face back and pushed him back into his chair. “sit there quietly, and let me give you your parting gift.”
I sunk down to my knees and watched while he lifted his brows at me, narrowing his eyes.
“Since when do I do what you tell me?” His tone was apprehensive.
I gazed up at him through my lashes, doing my best to look innocent while my hands unzipped his jeans.
“Since I have something you want.” I very dramatically licked my lips, leaving excess saliva on my bottom lip for effect.
He pursed his lips, and gave a curt nod of his head.
“Fair enough.”
-
I was wrong. I was so wrong. Two-and a half months was crawling. I would assume it felt that way since it had only been two weeks, but it felt like a year.
I had just hung up the phone, Noah having to head into sound check. My lunch break was close to over, so I was already sitting behind my desk, scrolling through emails while I waited for my next client to make their appointment.
My desk phone chimed, and I grabbed the receiver.
“Kline Home Lending, this is Mileena?”
“Are you not logged in to Teams?” Sam’s voice was sharp on the other end.
“I’m on lunch. I haven’t taken Do Not Disturb off yet.”
“Lex wants to see us. Didn’t say why. We need to go now.”
I straightened my back and checked the time. I only had twenty minutes until my next appointment. That didn’t matter, though. When Lex called, you went. He was the President of Kline, and he didn’t make appearances often.
I shot my client a quick text to wait for me in the lobby if I wasn’t back as I walked down the hallway behind Sam toward Lex’s office.
“What do you think he wants?”
Same didn’t turn to respond. “Don’t know. He just asked to see us two.”
What could he possibly need? I kept my nose down, sold my loans, and kept it pushing. I didn’t make waves. Sam, on the other hand…
“Ah! Thank you both for coming on short notice. I won’t keep you too long.”
Sam and I each took a seat in front of Lex’s desk. Our boss, a tall, older man with white hair and his shirt unbuttoned the top two buttons, stood up and rounded the desk, leaning against it.
“I’m certain you don’t know why I’ve brought you here.” We both just nodded. “Right, well I’ll get straight to it.”
He went back to his chair, sitting down and waking his computer. “I assume you’re both familiar with Shamrock Lending?”
“Aren’t they the company that just declared bankruptcy?” I furrowed my brow, my question making him nod.
“Nearly. They’ve backed out of that.” Sam and I looked at each other inquisitively. “We’re absorbing them, including their employees and client base.”
“Why?” Sam sounded unamused.
“Shamrock maintained a prestigious client-base and had great word of mouth. The pandemic killed the business, and with them having been such a small company to begin with, it didn’t cost us much. And now we can retain their clientele, including their celebrity accounts.” He had his chin resting in his hands. “They sold Kelly Clarkson a house last year.”
Sam snorted. “So, what does that have to do with us?”
I had to forcibly not roll my eyes at his disrespectful attitude.
Lex looked intrigued, staring directly at Sam.
“I’m glad you asked, Samuel.” The sound of his full name made Sam visibly straighten. “We need to do something to boost morale for their employees. Shamrock was a family-owned company so most of their staff are…less than thrilled at coming over to Kline.”
“I could understand that.” I empathized.
“Exactly. So we are going to arrange for a company event, something to lighten the spirits. Eating, drinking, and overall merriment.” He pointed at us. “Oh, and live music! That always gets people excited.”
He stood again. “I need you both to organize it. You’re my top performers, so I trust you both to be able to arrange something within the next week or so.”
My eyes widened. We had to what?!
“With all due respect sir, but when you say organize?”
“Find a venue, get catering, hire a band, all that jazz.”
“My family has an estate on a vineyard in Escondido. Perfect for this.” Sam was now smiling confidently. Kiss ass.
Lex snapped. “Wonderful! We need this ready happen by the end of September. The merge is effective as of October 1st.”
I’m so fucked.
-
The following seven days had been a blur. A long, exhausting, frustrating blur. I had to reschedule so many appointments so Sam and I could work on the event.
Venue was no issue, but we needed catering, entertainment, staff, decorations, which is what Sam and I were currently arguing over.
The amount of arguing we had done over the last week had drained everything out of me. Spending this much time with him was absolutely ungodly. He was so difficult to tolerate, his bravado and over enthusiastic flirting got so far under my skin I could feel it in my bones.
“We need a theme!”
“It’s not junior prom, Sam! We don’t need casino night!”
He scoffed, pacing over the floor in my office while I sat, my fingertips rubbing my temples.
“So it’s just a ‘Hey we get you hate us, but get drunk and have salmon’ party?!’
We were interrupted by the door opening, Chrissy, the janitor, coming to clean my office.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I thought you guys were gone.” She backed out and closed the door.
“Jesus Christ, what time is it?” I checked my watch. “Ugh, it’s already seven. I’ve got to go.”
“No, no, we need to finish this. The event is in three days.” He pulled his phone out. “I’m ordering some pizza.”
I stood up in protest. “As fun as that sounds, I’ve got to go walk my dog. Or he’ll piss in the house.”
He locked his phone and gave me a disgusting grin. “No worries, we can just finish at your place.”
My face must have mimicked my disdain because he only smiled wider. I groaned and sat back down.
“Fine. Let’s just finish it.”
I finally swung my front door open at 9PM, exhaustion and agitation fueling me the entire ride home. Angel met me at the door, eyes big, obviously concerned for my whereabouts. He's never left alone quite this long, more so these last few months with Noah picking him up nearly every day.
"Hey baby." He barked in response while I kicked my heels off. "I'm so sorry I was gone so long."
He ran to the back door in response. I dropped my bag right there on the floor, slipping my slides on and striding to let Angel out.
I stepped outside with him, watching as he disappeared near the trees in the corner of the yard, undoubtedly relieving himself. I stayed on the wooden porch, flopping down into the wooden chair at the table. I slipped a single cigarette out of the pack next to the ashtray and lit the end with a match. I didn't indulge in my nicotine habit often, only in times of severe stress. I bought a pack the day I learned of the event and had smoked one each night after work.
I hadn't told Noah that.
This reminded me that I hadn't heard from him all day. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, taking a long drag from my smoke.
I pressed call as soon as I found his name in my recent list, noticing our last phone call was yesterday afternoon. We hadn't talked hardly at all since Sunday, when the shows became more frequent and my work started taking up all my damn time. Our nightly calls had been skipped a few times now, and we mostly communicated over text. Until now, I hadn't noticed how badly I missed him until I saw his contact photo show up when the phone rang; a picture of him sleeping, Angel stretched out over his stomach, snoozing comfortably on my bed.
I put the phone on speaker and set it on the table, leaning back in my chair.
"Hello?" His voice that came through was loud. There was a ton of background noise and voices. There was also some kind of music. Music I didn't recognize - heavy bass drums, some kind of high-pitched synth, with rhythmic reverb. Club music?
"Hey babe. What're you doing?" I could hear shuffling on the other end.
"What?" He couldn't hear me. "Hang on, babe. One sec." The phone then went completely silent, evidently muted.
After a few moments, I could hear sound again, but it was much quieter. "Hey babe, I'm sorry. I couldn't hear shit in there."
"What are you doing?" My voice was sharp, which I wasn't sure if it was due to me being wildly suspicious all of a sudden, or the frustration bleeding over from work.
"Oh, uh, after the show the guys wanted to stop off at this place on our way back to the hotel." His voice sounded intentionally nonchalant.
"What kind of place?"
He was quiet. Too fucking quiet.
"Babe, don't freak out." He sighed heavily. "It's a bar, and look-"
"You're at a fucking bar?!" I stood up, dropping my cigarette into the ashtray.
"Babe, please don't yell at me." I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose, forcibly evening out my voice.
"Noah, why the hell are you at a bar?" I said through gritted teeth.
"It's one of the guys' in ERRA's birthday tonight. We're just here to celebrate. I'm going to be fine." He was annoyed, I could hear it. I was 'sponsor'-ing him, but I didn't fucking care.
"Please don't drink, Noah." He groaned.
"I won't, Leena." His voice was slightly venomous. This bothered me. How could he not understand why I was upset by this? It was a valid fucking reason to be upset. He was right on top of earning his 6-month chip.
"Good. Because I swear to God, I will snatch those chips away from you so fucking fast."
He didn't even breathe. "Nick is here. He'll keep me straight."
"He's not drinking?"
"No."
"Okay." I sat back down.
"I'll call you when I get back to the hotel and after I shower."
"Okay." I picked my cigarette back up. "I love you."
"Love you too." Click. My heart tugged. It felt wrong.
When he finally called me, I was already half asleep. I had showered, finished getting ready for bed, and began fading while watching Supernatural. It was typically unheard of for me to pass out so early, but I was positively exhausted.
My phone began singing next to my face, and I moaned in defeat. I just wanted to be unconscious.
"Hey." My voice was thick with sleep.
"Hey, were you sleeping?" His voice sounded pretty sleepy too. It was past his bedtime.
"I was, but I'm fine." I sat up in bed. I ran a hand over Angel, who was now sound asleep in Noah's spot on my bed.
"Mmm. How was your day?"
I leaned back on my pillows, yawning. "It was long. Had to stay late again."
"With Sam?"
This made me snap to attention. The bite in his tone startled me. "Yeah, unfortunately."
"Hmm." He was making a lot of humming noises tonight. "Been spending a lot of time with him, yeah?"
You're fucking kidding. Noah was not getting jealous...of Shithead Sam?!
"Not voluntarily. We just had to get this event worked out."
"And did you?" He was still so serious. Nothing like what I was used to with Noah.
"Yes." My words were slow, still in disbelief at his attitude. "The event is on Saturday over in the valley. I'll be driving down there Saturday morning to make sure it gets set up."
"Well, I'm sure he'll meet you there."
I had about enough.
"Noah, what's your problem?" I was serious now, over whatever bullshit game it was he was playing.
"I don't have one." He paused. "Do you?"
Is he instigating an argument? "I didn't think so, but you're acting weird." I sighed. "I don't like it."
I heard him breathe, a sigh, maybe? "I'm sorry."
I didn't respond.
"I don't know, I just don't like that guy."
I sat up, pausing the television. "I know you don't. Neither do I. But why be rude to me over it?"
"Well, you spending so much time with him bothers me."
"...and?" I furrowed my brow, bewildered. "I can't help that we got put on this project together."
He snickered. "I mean..." He trailed off.
"What?" I dared him.
"You could have said no."
My jaw dropped. Was he for fucking real? "How do you figure? The President of the company I work for tells me to organize an event, and I just...what? Decline?"
"Pretty much."
I shook my head, absolutely flabbergasted. "Are you fucking joking?" My voice was raised.
"I asked you not to yell at me."
I swung my legs over the bed and began pacing. "Well, that's hard to do when you're acting like this."
"Like what?" His voice was so even, so calm. It was getting under my skin.
"Like a jealous boyfriend!"
He was silent for a minute. "Am I not?"
"Oh my fucking God, Noah! You have nothing to be jealous about!" I was now laughing, but not because it was funny, but because it was so ridiculous. "The guy is fucking putrid!"
"So I've heard." That evenness in his tone was going to kill me, or get him killed if I get my hands on him. I knew that bullshit. It was manipulative, which up until this point, I didn't think Noah was. He had never acted like this before.
"Noah, you don't fucking get it. He's the opposite of attractive. He reminds me of my ex." I had never admitted that before, to him or myself. I didn't think about him often.
"Right, yeah. The ex-boyfriend you never want to talk about. Got it." There was a slight inflection in his voice. Good. At least I know he isn't a robot.
He was just a fucking asshole.
My voice was calm now, still as standing fucking water. "That's correct."
"Leaves me with lots of questions, Mileena."
Who the fuck was this douchebag on the phone with me? What piece of garbage was I talking to? It wasn't Noah. Not my Noah.
"I'm hanging up." My hand was shaking now.
"Sure, yeah, ignore the problem." He was getting worked up. I couldn't tell if that was better or worse.
"No, I'm just not letting this go any further." I took a breath to keep voice even. "You should get some rest."
"No, c'mon, let's talk about it! You always want to know about me and my fucking skeletons in the closet! Where's yours? What's the big fucking secret? Why do I have to pull fucking teeth to get you to fucking talk about your ex? Or your drinking? Or anything fucking personal?!" He was full-blown screaming now, and I was frozen solid.
He wasn't wrong. I always avoided talking about Jeremy, at all God damn costs. He enabled my drinking, he set back my sobriety, and that was the mild stuff.
"Noah...please stop." My voice was cracking now.
"Whatever. So much for a trusting fucking relationship."
That was it. That broke the dam. That sent me spiraling.
"Are you fucking KIDDING me?! You call me, start a fucking fight, and then have the audacity to say I can't be trusted you fucking bastard?! Why? Because I don't want to talk about the asshole that drove me to drink because he was abusing me so badly?! Who slapped me around so much that only the alcohol made it bearable?! Back when I tried to kill myself, couldn't because I was so God damn drunk, and ended up going back to him because he convinced me no one else would ever love me?!"
I couldn't stop. He flipped the switch and you can't just undo that.
"Fuck you, Noah! Fuck you and your bullshit jealousy and trust issues!" Tears were streaming down my face, blurring my vision. Somewhere, I felt Angel's nose pressing into the side of my leg. "Now go the fuck to sleep before I tell you to go to hell instead!"
I ended the call, before he could respond. My shaky hands frantically turned my phone off before I could receive a text or a call back.
-
I had put my phone on vibrate all day Friday, spending the majority of the day in my bed sulking. I didn't want to talk to anyone; Laura, my Dad, most importantly, Noah. Anytime I thought about it, I started crying. I laid in bed, only getting up to let Angel out and get snacks from the kitchen. I laid in bed, watching comedy movies to try and relieve my mind.
It wasn't until I woke up Saturday morning that I finally read all of the missed texts.
The night of the fight:
Noah: Leena I'm such a fcking asshole. I'm sorry. Pleese call me back.
Noah: Babe I don't even know what got into m please.
Noah: Yourr phone is going straigt to voicemail. I guess you turned it off. I'm going to sleep now. I love you. Call me please?
Friday morning:
Noah: Is your phone back on?
Noah: Guess not.
Noah: Leena, please call me. I feel sick thinking about how dumb I was being. I promise I will never do that again. I swear. Please just respond to me.
Nick: Leena, Noah won't stop asking me to text you. Please call him.
Noah: I'm about to cancel the show tonight and fly home. Please Leena.
Noah: Nick said I can't cancel the show. Too short notice. Please call me. I need to hear your voice.
Friday evening:
Noah: Look, I've tried really hard to be patient but I'm starting to freak out. Babe, please. I was stupid. I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do anything like that again. I have no idea what got into me.
Noah: I'm going to quit texting now. I'm sorry. I can't tell you how sorry. Call me when you're ready. I love you so much, more than you'll ever know Leena. Always.
I sighed hard. I wasn't angry anymore, mostly just hurt. I really wanted Noah to be different, but after the way he was talking, it was hard to believe. Nothing made sense. In five months, he had not spoken like that to me at all. He was always so laid back, even about things that bothered him.
Something was wrong. Something was different.
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to ponder it, as I had to get ready to drive to Escondido and get this hellscape of a day over with.
I decided to send him a response, but not give too much.
Me: I love you too. We'll talk tonight. Have a good show.
-
All things considered, the vineyard was absolutely stunning. The event was exactly how we planned, music elegant but still upbeat. The food was high-class, Kline sparing no expense. People were swaying and mingling, their drinks from the open bar settling nicely into their systems.
I was stood on a hill just out of sight of the happenings down by the massive estate home, overlooking the winery. Vines upon vines of grapes grew, causing such an incredible landscape while the sun began to set over the hills. It soothed the ache in my soul.
I heard footsteps approaching behind me, and gauging the weight of them, I rolled my eyes, knowing my moment was spoiled.
"Too good for the party?" I sighed. Sam's voice was the same as always, condescending and arrogant.
I turned, my long, olive green dress twisting at the skirt. "Nope, just taking a breather."
"Is it hard? Being around people drinking?" For once, he didn't sound like he was being judgmental, and it caught me off guard.
I shook my head lightly. "No. Not really anymore."
He nodded, standing next to me with his hands in his pockets.
"Hell of a view."
I shrugged. "It is."
He nudged my shoulder, gesturing over to a stable to his left. "Want to go see the horses?"
I smirked. "I'm okay, thank you."
He narrowed his eyes at me playfully. "C'mon, girl. Everyone loves horses!"
I chuckled. I contemplated this for a moment. I do love horses, having ridden many when I was younger.
Sam began stalking toward the barn, waving me along. "Just for a minute. You'll love them!"
I rolled my eyes, but still, I stomped after him, my heels nearly sinking into the grass beneath me.
He pulled the door open, the familiar smell of hay and feed hitting me in the nostrils. It was a comforting smell, reminding me of the horses my Dad helped tend when I was a little girl.
He walked into one of the stalls. "This one," he pulled on a rein, a stunning black horse peering out of the stall. I was drawn, walking up to her and smiling. "is mine. Her name is Onyx."
Her large nose pressed into my hand. I ran a hand up her face, reveling in the feel of her silky fur.
"She's amazing." I was in awe.
"Yeah, she's a good girl. Rides like a champ." I nodded.
"I'll bet she does." I backed away from her, peering over at Sam.
"You want to see another?" I nodded, a soft smile on my face.
He waved me down the stable, opening a stall at the end. "Come on."
I didn't see a horse, but I stepped in front of the door, confused. Sam was gone, and the stall was empty. I took a step forward just beyond the door, puzzled.
"Sam?"
It was at that exact second, a hand clapped over my mouth from behind, and a large, thick arm came to snake around me around the waist, holding my arms down to my sides and pulling me in close.
Sam had me pinned, his body pressed against my back, as I began writhing and struggling beneath him. Oh no. No, no, no, no.
I struggled as hard as I could, working my arms around in an attempt to get free. I felt his breath on the side of my face, his voice low and hushed.
"Shh, hang on there, girl. Wouldn't want anyone to know we're in here." I screamed against his hand, forcing him to clamp down harder, giving the feeling that my jaw may break.
Please, fucking, please, no.
"You've been playing this 'hard to get' bullshit for so long. It was about time we finally made it happen, huh?"
His hand over my mouth slid down to my neck, squeezing so tight that my vision began turning fuzzy.
I choked hard, trying like hell to get words out. "S-Sam, please, d-don't."
He had turned us around, pushing me against the wall of the stable. His hand that wasn't holding my throat was roaming up my skirt, his giant palm under my dress and tugging at my underwear. I thrashed again, trying like hell to get an inch so I could slip out of his grasp. It was futile. He had me, I was trapped.
I felt his fingers slipping into the hem of my panties, sneaking underneath. His hands violated me, making hot tears pour out of my eyes. I squeezed them shut, trying to just focus on having enough air to stay conscious. If I pass out, it's over.
I ignored his hands on me, and focused. His feet. His feet were the only shot I had.
I shifted my weight onto my other leg, realizing his was immediately behind mine, using both legs to keep mine spread.
I lifted my foot, and with as much force as I could muster, I jammed my heel into top of his foot, causing him to jump back, his hands releasing me at once. Without hesitation, once my arms were free, I reached my elbow back, connecting it with his face. I felt something crunch beneath my arm, but I didn't care.
As soon as he was no longer on top of me, I ran. I booked straight out of the barn, my vision slowly returning.
I was running back toward the party, up the hill. That's when I stopped. My dress was ripped on the strap, my hair was tangled up, and my makeup had to be running down my face. I was a mess. I looked insane.
I had to get the hell out.
I began sprinting to the parking lot, passing several people on my way but not stopping. I ran to my car that, thankfully, I had left unlocked, keys in the visor. I turned the engine over and tore out of the parking lot.
I didn't care that I blew past multiple stop signs. I pulled onto the interstate and drove. I drove until I couldn't see the winery behind me. Until I could barely see at all because my eyes were watering so badly. My breathing was so sporadic. My hands were screaming with how tight I had been gripping the steering wheel.
I finally snapped out of my state, realizing I needed to stop.
I pulled off on the next exit, finding a rest stop just off the highway and pulled into the parking lot. I sat there, staring out of the windshield, tears streaming, trying to calm my breathing.
It took me a moment to realize I had stopped, and for my brain to begin functioning again.
I picked up my phone, opening it and ignoring texts and missed calls and going straight to my contacts.
I pressed 'Call' and waited for the line to pick up.
"Hey babes, what's up?" Laura's voice rang through the line.
"I need help."
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I watched the Squid Game reality series so you don't have to.
1. It is just as grim and psychologically intense as the show. I went into it not knowing anything about the set up and expecting the format to have been changed to be less nightmarish; maybe the games would be fun versions, maybe smaller prizes would be available for individuals or teams, or different stages of the game would have different casts. Nope.
2. It isn't funny. It's overly dramatised (it's produced in the style of US reality shows so it really focuses on the worst in people). Something I didn't expect and was absolutely astounded to see is that the contestants have to fake being shot as a black inkpack on their chest explodes when they're eliminated. Some of them have a bit of fun doing an over dramatic fall to the ground. Most just sit down looking completely destroyed which, when you consider the format and the reasons people are there (severely in debt, can't retire, disabled children that need care) it's just absolutely vile.
(Honourable mention to the only funny bit of editing in the show: when the remaining 20 contestants get together in a circle to discuss the next task, the very American team captain gives a motivational pep talk consisting entirely of buzz words, then goes 'let's pray' and it immediately swaps to focus on the remaining Brits who look absolutely horrified (for those outside of the UK most Brits are either non-religious or very quietly religious and find overt showings of religion like group prayer really weird)).
3. Deeply uncomfortable by the editing and voiceover choices that repeatedly portrayed black people, particularly black women, as the 'villains'. It was very very noticeable. There was a particular interaction where a black woman was shown in a very negative light, and I am still unclear on what happened during the show (due to the choppy and unclear editing) and cagey responses from contestants in interviews after. VERY very strange, and has led to that black contestant receiving a lot of hate.
4. The amount of contestants breaking down emotionally through the show makes so much sense not only when you consider the conditions they were being kept in, but the sheer amount of bonus psychological fuckery that was included. Not just the main tasks but additional challenges, individual tasks, and public votes for eliminations. A lot of these happened at random in the dorm rooms meaning they had no true safe space in which to relax. The filming was evidently over at least a week and I can't imagine how emotionally exhausted they must have been. I hope the contestants would have been offered some therapy on leaving but I don't think that's likely.
5. The one shining light in the whole show was how, very differently to the original series, individuals started to work together much earlier and more thoroughly through the tasks. Lots of people offered support and words of kindness to those struggling and appeared to really bond. In the end, while a grim and unsatisfying watch, that was the one thing I took away.
I am perfectly happy to watch some trashy TV from time to time and I don't believe every thing you watch should necessarily be dissected for it's greater meaning. But, not surprisingly when considering the source material, this was so far beyond trashy; it was exploitative and depressing and I can't believe it actually got (excuse the pun) green lit.
TL:DR; the black mirror episode that would be based off of squid game? Yeah that was it.
#squid game#squid game the series#review#squid game 2023#i have thoughts#who the fuck came up with this#genuinely felt so awful for a lot of the contestants#reality tv#black mirror#maybe the real Torment Nexus is the friends we made along the way#Torment Nexus#capitalism#have i said fuck capitalism?#because fuck capitalism
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Batmobile ask:
So Megatron is de-aged and people on cybertron are concerned about what's happening on the Lost light because of the news of their shenanigans, so when the lostlight unexpectedly gets relatively close to a station where an officer is posted or to cybertron its self, someone takes the opportunity to do an inspection. (I'm thinking Prowl but it could be anyone).
They were not expecting Batmobile with her children cuddled up in her arms walking into the dispensary with a large but soft looking organic blanket draped over her frame...
(Hear me out, Cybertron is terrified about a rogue Decepticon Warlord and Optimus has no clue to feel about his old nemesis, a wayward Prime, and a feral racecar.)
Everyone was highly concerned with the lack of intergalactic accidents and the sudden silence of bad press spearheaded by the Lost Light.
By sheer chance, the dispatched party from Cybertron managed to reach the checkpoint of a planet from the buffering zone between Cybertron and her colonies' space and the Galactic Council's outermost edges, the wayward ship sent an incoming message to dock to a relatively neutral species.
Said species had sent an official warning to Cybertron and an unofficial non-hostilities agreement due to the Lost Light's recent actions on single-handedly dealing with the plague of space privacy in their region.
Optimus mobilized a heavy-hitter group with Starscream's begrudging blessing under the barest pretensions of an inspection.
Ultra Magnus is unflappable as always. Ratchet seems to be his usual gruff self. Quite a few familiar faces are still active among the crew -Perceptor, Brainstorm, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen, and a handful of new ones.
The most conspicuous new mecha has a white visor with a large frame swaddled in a larger blanket, and even in the distance, there are the unmistakable squeaks and chirps of sleep-addled sparklings.
The moment a very familiar face pops up, the comms lights up in a flurry of activity.
:: No fraggen way- ::
:: -not really surprised. But wouldn't Rodimus- ::
:: -had to be a really spot of trouble to keep the mech down- ::
Another helm pops out, frame so tiny and optics at half power, a yawn to show off an endearingly toothy mouth.
:: Oh, frag, even Drift- ::
:: -think those idiots had a bet? I wouldn't put it -::
:: -I knew racecars ran fast, but damn- ::
Of course, when a small grey face appears, everyone lost their fragging minds.
Meanwhile, Optimus' own glossa stills, turning into a weighted lump as he picks up the total familiarity of those flickering fields enmeshed in the strangers'. The Matrix has quite a few unique powers, including the ability to memorize and recall everyone's signature. There's no way that these three are merely sparklings of infamous mechs.
Megaton manages to lock optics with Optimus and immediately bursts into loud tears, which sets off Rodimus and drives Drift back underneath the blanket.
Whatever tension deflates in, by Jazz's words, this "powder keg of a Mexican standoff" trails into silent awkwardness as you attempt to wrangle the distressed, squirming sparklings onto separate shoulders.
Ratchet pinches his nose and Ultra Magnus drops another bomb, "Y/N, you're dismissed along with your charges."
"Roger that, acting captain." You nod in agreement and make your way back to the ship.
There's renewed screaming over the comms on this "newfound slag and fuckery," another of Jazz's phrases, and Optimus can't help but keep his optics on your back. Drift makes no reappearance, remaining a still lump attached along your seams. Meanwhile, Rodimus' face is wet as he peeks over a shoulder and Megatron refuses to lift his helm away from your neck.
#ask#skyite#transformers#transformers idw#idw#mtmte#reader insert#batmobile!liaison#optimus#optimus prime#drift#megatron#rodimus#rodimus prime#deaged#sparklings#bitlets#humanformers#humans into cybertronians#parental relationship#tf headcanons#maccadam#My writing#look the real mvps here are Ratchet and Ultra Magnus#RIP their peace of mind#since they're buried under a massive amount of paperwork#the ship is down the two captains and a third mate
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