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Hello, I don't know if you're taking requests but I loved your bunny and werewolf price fic. Could you maybe do werewolf könig and bunny reader? 👉🏾👈🏾 I'd love you forever. Thank you!

A/N: I'm just... Going to... Scouch over here.. shh...We've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty... JK, loved writing this. As always this was supposed to be a simple one shot but my mind keeps trying to write full fucking series so this is long... My bad. Did not proof read, too excited to share it with you

Warnings: ADULT CONTENT 18+ KONIGXF!READER , SEX WITH WEREWOLF, BLOOD, GORE.

Kinda Sub!Konig, cuz the thought of a whiny whimpering mess of this man is just... Damn...

Sleep token - Alkaline

I know I am what I am, the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb.

Konig integration to squad 141 had been quite stressful. As a lone wolf, entering a team, entirely constituted by a pack of wolves, he had been anxious. Fortunately, Price and the others had been kind, and after the first few days of weariness, especially from Ghost who clawed to his mate Soap like a demon hungry for a soul, he had settled in. When he realized Konig had no interest in him, he had calmed down, though Konig tried to remain a good few steps away from Soap through discussions.

So after six months, Konig could say he was part of the team. He felt quite at home. Price as the leader of the group seemed to put him at ease, his usual lone wolf demeanor kept in check. He had been thrilled to see that Price had found a mate, after coming back from a long solo mission. Konig had remained respectfully away as well, making sure that the remaining mating frenzy of Price wouldn't overspill.

No, what he hadn't expected, was that with her being part of the pack, she'd introduce you. A dear friend who just transferred from another base. They sat in the common room, everyone laughing and eating snacks.

Konig sat beside you, the big man towering you. You threw a few glances at him once in a while, glances that he could feel on him. He tried to glance at you once in a while too. He was having a hard time focusing on the current conversation. You… smelt so sweet. He wondered how you'd taste- Konig's eyes widened. No! What was that?

"Konig?" Price called.

Konig snapped his head towards the captain, blinking.

"Are you alright?" He asked, a glint of something in his eyes.

"Ah, ja! I'm alright" he quickly answered, German accent tainting his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward laugh past his lips.

That had been the first distraction. After a good week of settling in, where he had watched from far away, sniffing a few times your scent that made him want to pop out his tail and frantically wag it. So he had tried to simply step back. He was acting like a pup in rut, and it simply wouldn't do.

He walked into the empty common area as he closed his eyes and sighed. It took a fraction of a second to have your delicious scent ensnare him. He immediately looked at you as you sat on one of the couches, book in hand. You had glanced up and he nodded curtly at you before going to grab a cold drink from the fridge.

"Konig?"

He froze, eyes staring inside of the open fridge. You had called him. By his name. His ears almost popped out at the sound of you standing from the couch and stepping closer to him. He immediately straightened himself once he could feel you close enough. You looked up at him, arms crossed.

"Konig…" you repeated.

"Yes liebling?" He blushed under his hood at the pet name that had rushed through his mouth quicker than through his brain.

"I.. why…" you tried to find your words. He closed the fridge, fully turning to you. "Did I do something wrong?"

He blinked.

"Bitte?" You frowned, confused at the foreign language.

"Hum.."

He noticed. Chuckling a bit.

"I.. you didn't do anything…" he answered finally.

"But. You've been avoiding me… is it… that you don't like me?" You tried again.

His beautiful blue eyes widened. How could he possibly tell you that he was avoiding you because your scent made him want to cuddle with you as you pet him.

"N..no… I'm sorry. I've been… distracted. You're okay.." he reassured.

You seemed to relax, throwing a soft smile at him before turning back towards the couch. He watched closely how you rolled into yourself, your legs underneath you and you picked up your book. He had a hard time thinking. The lingering scent of you, the sight of you adorably sitting on the couch. He had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. He picked up a cold drink before taking a long sip.

So, after that. He went back to talking to you. He'd love to walk beside you, watching your small frame by his side as your voice blessed his ears. Oh god he loved it. It quickly became obvious that you two were close. Sometimes you'd even slip into his dorm to watch a movie with him or simply read on his bed as he worked on a report. It felt odd to watch him, sweatpants and t-shirt. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants before quickly looking away, embarrassed.

After a good two months you were almost inseparable. If someone needed one of you they knew they'd simply had to find the other. Konig had grown fond of you. You had both gotten more touchy. You'd hug him often and cuddle while watching movies. You had fallen asleep in his arms a few times in his bed, Price scolding the both of you, calling you both an HR nightmare. It didn't stop you from sneaking into his room. Konig had first been hesitant, refusing to put you in trouble but nothing a little nuzzling couldn't convince.

The first time you had popped out your black dotted ears and fluffy white tail Konig had almost looked at you through a trance.

"K-konig?" You worried. His pupils had dilated as he watched closely your ears twitch. His eyes quickly wrinkled, a huge smile forming underneath the hood as he begged to touch them and pet them. You had complied and he had absolutely been addicted to the softness and smallness. It made you giggle. You often found yourself letting them show as much as you could in the privacy of his dorm.

Him, however, it had been a slip of control. You were both on the bed, a movie on the background as you wrestled for the last chocolate bar. He could easily take it, but he found the way your small hands touched him and his large ones roamed your body was too tempting. He has ended in between your legs, hovering you as he tickled you, your laughter filling his ears. You had started kicking away, trying to turn and roll away, but in a synchronized movement your hips and his met, his obvious large member grinding against your clit perfecty.

A startled moan had escaped your lips. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth as you looked up at the mountain of a man with wide eyes. You were both frozen, eyes staring into each other's, just your quickened breaths. You had blinked before realizing two things poking at his hood. You had relaxed, curiosity taking control as one of your hands rested flat on your chest and the other reached up.

It had the effect of a cold shower for Konig as he instinctively grabbed your wrist before your fingers could think of the touch. You had yelped from the strength of his grip. His eyes flashed dangerously, red shine in them, something rare even for a werewolf. He eyed you like a prey before rolling his hips against you again, making you whine before biting your lip.

"Konig…" you called.

It seemed to make things worse as he rolled his hips again, grinding slightly now, is cock only hardening. Your legs tightened around his waist as you tried not to moan. No.. he had to snap out of it. You felt the fur of his tail at your feet.

"K..Konig, snap out of it!" You called, louder.

His tail wagged at the sound of your voice. You weren't exactly scared. God you even felt the way your body warmed under his touch, your cunt growing wetter under his grip and the grinding.

"Konig!" Your voice rang louder.

This time, a growl that resembled a roar echoed in the hallway, making Konig blink. His eyes had immediately fallen back into their beautiful blue as he looked shocked by his own actions. He let go of you as if your skin was burning magma. Abruptly stood to take various steps back.

"es tut mir wirklich leid…" he quickly spoke before exiting his room in a hurry. The smell of Price in the hallway was strong as you closed your eyes.

Konig was furious at himself for letting himself lose control so much. He had scared you, he was sure. Price scolded him, growling in his voice that showed dominance, trying to reason with Konig. He had decided to avoid you for a while until a mission fell on the table. Fortunately you both knew that you could remain professional. Talking to each other for nothing more than missions briefings and gear Control.

It was hell for him. And unbestowed to him, it was also hell for you. You wanted to reassure him that it was ok. He hadn't hurt you or scared you. That deep down you kinda wanted it too. It was simply… too soon. Perhaps the fact that you both avoided gazes and voices was what created the upcoming chaos.

The battlefield was a dangerous place, but you were both used to it. No. What was not usual was how much Konig had his mind set on you. He kept gazing at you, making sure you were ok. It wasn't exactly compromising the mission. It was simply making his beast claw at the iron bars of its cage.

"Konig, focus!" Ghost hissed at him.

Konig frowned before turning his head forwards. Yes. He had to focus. Until you found yourselves in an empty building, just him and you. Until that enemy jumped on you, combat knife in hand, so close to your throat. It was pure instinct, sheer force that rushed through him. He had turned in a flash, throwing the man across the room. When the man's team arrived he lunged at them, claws and teeth ripping through skin and flesh. When every single one of them laid as corpses on the floor you gently spoke.

"Konig… it's over." You called out.

He had turned to you, remaining far away. He looked terrifying. Blood coating his maw and claws. Splatter tainting his fur. Your strong, frightening beast. You had raised your hands towards him to invite him closer to you as you still sat on the ground. He had closed the space to you, wrapping you in his arms as he lifted you into his lap. His deep low growl was constant, fear and rage making his heart pound in his ears. His beautiful blue eyes were gone, red irises fixated on you.

His head had lowered to your neck where little droplets of blood lingered from the enemy's blade. Long licks against the wound made you shiver.

"Konig.. I'm ok.. it's nothing, I promi- ah~" the end of your sentence was lost in a moan as he nibbled softly. A shock of electricity ran through your nervous system. He was so close. So close to marking you.

"K..Konig…"

He was lost again. But this was the fear of losing you. His mind wasn't set on marking you, you knew it. But that's all you had in mind. And you needed to hide it from him.

Thankfully the team arrived quickly after, founding the big beast holding you close in the middle of a massacre. Price had to coax him out into letting you go as you promised him you'd stay by his side for the rest of the time. You had the Intel in any way, all you needed was to evac. He had turned back but his eyes were still red, fangs still poking out. You had never left his side as Price and the team constantly kept an eye on him.

Returning from the mission, Konig had been presented in front of Price and Laswell. He had been suspended for a few weeks, which he completely understood. He had remained with price after Laswell left.

"I know you're close to her. But is there something more?" Price asked.

Konig didn't answer, simply staring at the pen on Price's desk.

"Konig." He called firmly. "Are you imprinting on her?" .

Konig swallowed. Was he? No… he couldn't. You deserved better. So much better than just a monstrous beast like him.

"It doesn't matter… I'm going to step back." Konig mumbled.

Price sighed loudly.

"If you imprinted on her, walking away isn't going to help at all." Price reminded.

"I know. But as long as she's not imprinted on me, I'll be fine staying away."

Price shook his head but the conversation ended. Konig had gotten up and left the base an hour later.

You were furious when you saw him from across the bar. It had been two weeks. No text, no calls, no nothing. You finally fell eye to eye in the middle of a team's night out. You had watched him stand from the booth when the boys walked towards it. You had stopped in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. You headed for the bar instead, sitting on a stool.

Price had noticed the hurt in Konig's eyes immediately. He wanted to smack the large man for being so stubborn. He was scared to hurt you, yes. Price had been scared to hurt his mate too. But sometimes it is so much worse to stay away.

The night went on as smoothly as it could. Konig kept throwing glances at you at the bar where you sat with Price's mate, your friend.

"Konig, just go see her mate," Gaz said.

Konig looked at the men sitting before shaking his head.

"You're so stubborn." Ghost added.

"You should listen to them…" Price's mate said as she approached the booth, closer to her man. "Before another tries to mark her…" she finished.

Konig's head snapped towards where you sat. A boy was talking to you, smaller than him. He was about to stand when Ghost and Price pushed him back down.

"Calm yourself down." Price's eyes flashed yellow.

Konig realized his eyes were back to their hunting shade, fangs grazing at his lip. He was losing control again.

"She's not yours." Ghost added.

Price glared at Ghost as Konig instantly pushed past the both of them to walk towards you.

You noticed the chaos arriving from the corner of your eyes. Konig striding towards you as Price and Ghost tried to catch up with him. You could see the red shiny eyes under the hood. Shit…

You took a step back from the man who was trying to find his friend in the same bar. Konig stood next to you in a flash, his hand, a hint of claws, gripping at the back of your shirt.

"Konig." You warned.

His bright eyes fell on you. You felt yourself crumble under the predatory gaze. God did you feel warmer all of a second.

"Sorry.. I… was just looking for…" the boy stuttered. You put your hands on Konig's chest.

"It's fine. Your friend is in the bathroom, went there a few minutes ago." You told him, the man nodding before walking away.

You turned to Konig, crossing your arms.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a frown.

"Why were you talking with him?" He asked, soft growls behind his words.

Price and Ghost remained far enough to not listen to you two but close enough to intervene.

"He asked me a question." You glared. "What's it with you who I talk to anyway?" You snapped.

"Y/N.." he started.

"You left. Why do you care?" You snapped again.

Price shook his head, knowing exactly where this was going.

Underneath his hood, Konig clenched his jaw. God he wanted to show you. Make you understand how much he cared, how much you meant to him. How unbearable it had been to be away from you, how he only came tonight because he knew you'd be here too.

"You know what. Whatever. I'm going home captain." You said, grabbing your coat before walking away.

When you walked through the door, Gaz stood behind Konig.

"Konig, I swear to God if you don't ask her out I fucking will."

Konig glares at him before something in his mind clicks. Images of you in someone else's arms, kissing another's lips. Letting another's cock-

He rushed past the boys, hoping to catch up to you. As soon as the air of the night hit him he looked around, seeing you on your phone, probably calling for a cab. He walked to his car, jumping inside, speeding to stop in front of you with a screech.

"Get in the car." He ordered through the open passenger window.

You frowned, crossing your arms again. You were going to say something, brat at him, but he purposely growled softly.

"Don't make me step out of the car to bring you in." He warned, German dripping in his voice.

You swallowed, something about that growl making you shiver delightfully. Konig was a sweetheart. He'd cuddle and pamper you with anything you need, anytime. But this part of him. The one he let out on the battlefield, it made something kneel deep in you.

You rolled your eyes, pushing the car door open before sitting in. Konig lunged forward grabbing your seat belt and putting it on, tightly pulling on it to make sure it was secure. It made your heart skip a beat. That, and the way he raced away towards your place.

"Konig. What are you doing?" You scolded again.

"I'm taking you back to your house." He stated.

"Why? What if I wanted to go somewhere else?" You crossed your arms.

He took a deep breath, hand slightly shaking on the steering wheel.

"We need to talk." He said, keeping his voice steady. You remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I.. Scheiße…" he cursed.

"Konig. Pull over…" you asked softly. He obeyed, the car coming to a stop, as he killed the engine.

"I… care. For you." He tried. You felt your heart swell at his words.

"Why did you leave…" you asked in a low voice, hurt lacing the sound.

"I… was out of control. I got, suspended. I thought that, maybe, walking away would be better. You. Deserve better…" the last words lost in whispers.

"I wasn't scared." You stated, Konig's head turning to you in shock. "I know you'd never hurt me. Ever." You turned to him with a smile.

"Never." He growled.

You smiled.

"Do you… will you let me… court you… liebling?" He asked, looking away.

"That's all I want Konig…" you answered, relief washing over you.

A second later, two things poked under his hood, making you crack a chuckle.

"Gottverdammt…" he mumbled.

You chuckled again, leaning towards him. He kept his eyes on you as your hand rose to his head. Your fingertips touched his ears underneath the fabric as they twitched, Konig whining a bit. You smiled, not pushing further.

"Let's go…" you said softly.

The thrilling sensation of finally being able to take you out on dates and cuddle with you non stop made Konig giddy. After that night, he went to Price, asking him for advice on how to keep control with you next to him. Price had been a mix of happiness that you two were finally letting yourself go for it, and worried because he knew trouble would be brewing. Something along the lines of a Soap-Ghost, was about to start again.

You were on cloud nine, it was amazing to be able to have Konig back next to you, finally letting himself show you how much he cared. At first he had refused too much physical contact. After a little while, he started with the small touches, hugs and cuddles. Something Price told him must have made something click in his brain, he was now much more controlled when you spoke. A simple 'stop', even lighthearted, made him freeze and step back. It almost made you miss the beast.

You'd also spend a lot more time with the group, now taking your rightful place on Konig's lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Price and Ghost still eyeing Konig once in a while. If there's one thing that they noticed, it was the dark looks sent to Gaz when he sat slightly too close to you, or joked around too much. Something about the comment he made in the bar must have stuck to Konig.

And it was true. Konig felt a ping of jealousy and possessiveness every single time Gaz looked at you or smiled…

You were oblivious. You hadn't heard the comment. It was probably not true either. Gaz probably said that to make Konig realize how much he needed you, but the words kept circling in mind every time he was in the same room as you.

And it had poisoned his mind. He'd cling more to you as time passed. He'd find himself nibbling at your neck without even realizing before you called out to him. He noticed the way your cheeks flushed a delightful pink. He tried to stop his painful erection every time. Too soon. He didn't have enough control on his wolf. Not with you.

In the middle of that mess, you felt safer letting your tail and ears out. Only accentuating his fixation on you. He had also let his ears and tail out a lot more. You were so happy every time and he'd let you pet his ears, making his tail wag. He wasn't ashamed anymore. He'd be your perfect little puppy if that's what you wanted.

Until it happened. After a very long and annoying two day field training with new recruits, Konig had walked into the common rooms, grumbling. The sweet scent of you immediately relaxing his tense shoulders. When he looked up he froze. The instincts and reaction was on the spot. His eyes flashing red at the scene before him. The way Gaz hovered over your shoulder, looking at the file on your lap. His mouth was so close to your neck. You could probably feel his breath on your skin.

The growl erupting from his chest wasn't controlled. And it immediately caught your attention and Gaz's one. The boy took a step back immediately, hand raising in the air as surrender. You stood, skipping to Konig.

"Konig…" you called softly.

His gloved hand tangled in your hair, pulling softly as he nuzzled your neck, eyes glaring at Gaz. Gaz simply looked away. You decided to avoid the storm brewing by pulling Konig with you into the hallway straight towards his room. Cuddles would help calm him down. The door almost slammed shut behind the two of you. It made you shiver and bite your lip as you turned towards Konig. His hands met your waist, pulling you up before slowly bringing you down on the bed.

You giggled, watching him pull off his hood. His beautiful face made you warm up. It had been a couple of weeks now that he felt comfortable enough to take off the mask and reveal himself to you.

"Why was he so close to you… did he touch you?" He growled against the skin of your collarbone. You stifled a moan.

"Of course not… Konig… he wouldn't dare… he knows I'm yours.." you reassured.

"Not… fully…" he mumbled.

You blinked, heat rushing through your body.

"K-konig…" you stuttered.

He rose from the bed, pulling you up to sit as he brought you to the edge. You watched in awe as he kneeled in front of you.

"Bitte liebling…" he whined, hands on your ankle as his teeth grazed the skin of your thighs. Your stomach twisted at the sight, feverish shiver and wetness pooling in between your legs. The bunny in you wanted nothing more than to offer itself to his beast.

"Let me.. mark you. Bitte…" he looked up, blue begging eyes. "Ich bitte…"

You inhaled a sharp breath, hand meeting both sides of his face as your thumbs caressed the skin, soft stumble underneath your fingertips.

"Yes…" you whispered in a breath.

His eyes lit up, red flashing at you as he rose to his feet to pull you back up on the bed again, taking his place in between your legs.

"Are you sure schatz? I… I'm not… I…" he looked anxious for a second, the fear of losing control and hurting still lingered underneath the scorching need to have you.

"Yes Konig… you're all I want… I need you to mark me…" you whined.

His hand hid your eyes, making you gasp. You felt the way he transitioned, claws and fur now tickling your soft skin. It made the bunny react, tail and ears popping out. He removed his hand, letting you see his enormous frame. God he was large in human form, but the sheer size of him as a wolf was terrifying.

You dropped a soft kiss on his maw, your ears plastering back. He whined, licking at your cheek, jaw, avoiding your neck to go for your collarbone.

"Can… I..?" He asked, how voice graveled and claws pulling at your clothes.

"Of course…" you giggled.

The fabric tore to shreds, as he whined and his tail wagged frantically. You felt yourself burn. The mating frenzy overrides anything else in your mind. He lapped at your skin, traveling to your legs, thighs. He softly bit the plush flesh, not drawing blood but earning a gasp from you. He used his large maw and head to spread your legs, giving him access to your aching core.

"K..Konig…" you begged.

He licked softly at your cunt, not applying enough pressure to dip in your folds.

"Konig!" You scolded, impatient.

He obeyed, tongue pushing past your lips to lick at your wetness and lapping at your clit.

The moan of relief and pleasure that escaped your lips made Konig's erection react, cock twitching.

His tongue didn't hesitate pushing at your entrance, making sure to stretch you slightly as you squirm underneath his large hands. He could break you. And the thought made you open your legs wider for him. You were already so close to your orgasm. He could smell it in your scent, feel it in the tremble of your body. His tail wagged happily, the thought of you cumming from his tongue making him feel proud and thrilled. Your hand dived down to his head, grabbing at the fur in between his ears as his ears fell back. He whined, tail now slamming on the bed as he wagged.

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself so close to the edge. One last long lick made you throw your head back, a loud moan erupting from your throat.

Konig let out something in between a growl and a whine against your squeezing count that made you jolt through your pleasure. He didn't stop, lapping greedily. You giggled in between moans and gasps.

He finally stopped, straightening himself to hover over you. He still happily wagged his tail, his ears back as he licked his maw. You blushed and smiled as your hands met the sides of his neck.

"Good boy…" you let out.

He whined again, this time grinding his hips forwards as his hardened cock rubbed against your clit. You moaned. He was big. God… so large. He looked down at you, awaiting your orders, trying to hold himself from ravishing you. You rolled your hips against him, the friction making him pant.

"Bitte schatz… bitte bitte bitte…" he whined.

You bit your lip, nodding.

"How… Do you want me?" You asked, unsure of which position would be best.

"On your tummy…" he growled against your cheek, nuzzling you.

You giggled again, rolling over. He licked at your back, small bites at your tail and ears before his hand snaked underneath your hips to pull you up to your knees.

He looked down, his tip at your entrance, making sure to coat himself. He pulled away, opening his maw to let his drool fall on top of his member and your ass, watching it drip down to your entrance as your skin filled with goosebumps. When he finally put himself at your entrance, tip just slowly probing at the entrance he froze, waiting for you.

"You choose… take your time…" he said, one hand bracing himself, the other on your hip.

You wiggled your hips, his member in between your folds. When you felt yourself unable to resist any longer, you pushed back slightly, hit tip dipping into you as you gasped closing your eyes. You took your time, small movements forwards and backwards to ease himself into you, each inch only stretching you further. Konig whimpered above you, his hips trying their best to remain still and to not buck into you, his claws ripping at the bedsheets next to your head. You lowered your front, hips up and back arching to take him better.

He finally bottomed out, you closed eyes, your lungs trying to keep up with your blood flow. When you finally felt yourself adjusted enough, you bucked back into Konig, a whine escaping him.

"Please… Konig…" you whined as well.

He struggled to fight himself, hips pulling back slowly before pushing forwards to dive into your drenched pussy again. You could feel how hard he was holding back.

"Konig… please…" you urged.

He allowed himself to slam himself slightly harder into you, making you moan loudly. He increased his pace, hips slamming into yours, the bed shaking. His hand underneath your front, right in between your breast, his hand clenching at the sheets right underneath your face.

"Bite… if .. you need to…" Konig tried through moans and whimpers. His other arms were firmly wrapped underneath your hips so he had better access to you. You could feel yourself clench around him, count filling so full, Tip hitting your cervix in a mix of pain and pleasure. You felt the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach ready to burst. You glanced to the side, eyes catching a divine view. There in the mirror, you could see you, sprawled forwards on the bed in Konig's strong grip as his hips slammed into yours, his ears back and tail curled against his legs as drool fell from his maw, eyes flashing in between red and blue as he looked drunk from the mating fuck.

It made you burst, eyes closing shut as you crumbled in his arms, orgasm washing over you again.

"Oh… good… so verdammt gut…" he moaned in your ear.

You felt the tears burn your eyes, overstimulation ensnaring your senses. Your ears barely picked up the sound of a worried Price calling for Konig at the door. Barely picked up on the ear piercing growl Konig produced as an answer. A deadly warning that if one of them dare to enter to interrupt his marking and nearly fucking breeding he'd tear them apart. He was too lost to care. Fuck the rest, it was you. Your scent, your pretty moans of his name, the smell of your salty tears and the way your perfect pussy squeezed him.

You didn't hear Price ask the rest of the team to evacuate the rest of the building. Cursing that this was the second time this year and Laswell was going to yell. No. The feeling of Konig pounding you mercilessly was making you lose all sense of reality. The next orgasm creeped up on you, almost painful blurring your vision and making your ears ring. Everytime you could feel him wag his tail, almost beeping with joy that you were cumming around his cock, just for him.

You were drooling yourself, the sound of him whimpering and moaning your name telling you he was close. He was going to mark you, the thought made your pussy clench tightly around him. His hips faltered, pounding your mercilessly.

"Please… bitte bitte… ich bitte… can I cum… pleasepleaseplease…" he whimpered against your neck.

You cried out a yes in between hiccups as he slammed roughly into you now. If he wasn't holding you firmly by the waist you wouldn't have kept in place. Your orgasm was nearing, creeping again around the corner as Konig panted loudly, cock burying itself so deep in you, you almost felt him in your belly. You chanted his name, both of you ready to release as he lunged forwards, teeth sinking into your neck painfully as you both came. You felt yourself lose focus, the world spinning around you at the force of your pleasure, only doubled by the marking.

His hips bucked into you a few more times as he licked at the blood on your neck. You didn't register him pulling you with him to lay on your side. On the way he wrapped a blanket around you, more than him. He cuddled you tightly to him, cock still buried deep inside you. He whispered and mumbled nonsense German in your neck that only made you smile. You felt yourself drift off to sleep as the last thing you heard from Konig roared through your whole body.

"Mine.."

In the morning you didn't get up. You had tried but your aching muscles and the soreness made you unable to stand. Konig apologized profusely. He had gone back for a few rounds again during the night, having you mewling for him. You were so full of his cum your thighs could feel the stickiness and wetness in between them. You felt like he had gone through the mating and the feeling of breeding you all together.

He had been absolutely adorable for the entire day, bringing you snacks and drinks, cuddling with you. Price had made sure that everyone avoided the common rooms and dorms, letting the freezing come to a stop while he dealt with angry HR's breathing down his neck.

But you couldn't care less. As you laid down in konig's arms, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you full of love you couldn't care less about the rest of the world.

"Konig…" you whispered.

He hummed happily, eyes squinting.

"I love you…" you let out in a breath. His eyes widened in shock before he hugged you tighter.

"Oh liebling… I love you…"

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slasher-smasher · 2 months

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Tamp-On the Heroics (Homelander x gn!reader)

Two fics in one day?? Yeah, I am absolutely bored and highly caffeinated.

This is not meant to be taken seriously. I thought the idea would be silly and funny.

Words: 1,618

Masterlist: here

Warnings: None, unless you consider ridiculousness a warning.

Reader is written as GN but they do own a feminine product. I just used it as a plot device.

Not beta read.

Summary: Homelander finds himself in a sticky situation when his son, Ryan has an accident and he grapples with the challenges of parenthood and unexpected emergencies. Being bombarded with texts from a hysterical supe boyfriend was not something you were expecting when you went to work that morning.

Your phone goes off five times during your shift at your job. At first you didn’t think anything of it. Probably just a telemarketer or some scammer calling to let you know about your “cars extended warranty”. Jokes on them, you don’t own a car. Why ride when you can fly first class on Homelander airlines?

When your phone rang a third time, you got a little curious. Maybe it was someone trying to get a hold of you. But who? Your friends are here at work with you. Your boyfriend Homelander rarely uses his phone to get a hold of you, plus he would just fly over if he really needed something. You tried sneaking your phone out to check before you boss walked like a prison warden, hands laced behind their backs, eyes scanning for anything they can chew you out for that is preventing you from doing your work. You weren’t really the best at subtlety so when you attempted to pull your phone out from your desk drawer, you almost slammed the drawer on your fingers in your hurry to close it as your boss poked their head around the corner to call you for a quick meeting in the staff room.

Damn.

After the fifth time was when you got worried. You swiped your phone then rushed into the restroom locking the door behind you. Seeing eleven notifications of missed texts made you feel a surge of panic. Your fingers tremble slightly as you unlock your phone to scroll through the messages.

Heroic Hunk : Hey pumpkin, just checking in on you. I would fly over but Ryan is visiting. 😊

Heroic Hunk: Oh, I just remembered, did you put milk on the shopping list? We are going to need more. Ryan keeps guzzling down MY milk when he puts that fucking sugary strawberry powder shit in it. I swear he was dropped as a baby. Fucking gross.

Heroic Hunk: Precious, funny story… So I was helping Ryan practice his flying and we thought playing catch would have been a fun challenge. He got a bit too into it and there may have been an accident.

Heroic Hunk: Ryan flew face first into a tree…🤦🏼

Heroic Hunk: Okay, so Ryan just had a nosebleed, and you are not picking up. I'm freaking out a bit. What do I do???

Heroic Hunk: Seriously, what's the protocol here? Should I call a doctor? Should I fly him to a hospital? Why are you not picking up??

Heroic Hunk: I'm starting to panic a bit... his nosebleed won't stop! What if it's something serious? I NEVER HAD A FUCKING NOSEBLEED BEFORE!!

Heroic Hunk: I tried using a tissue, but it's not helping much. Should I try something else? How can my kid bleed so much? ANSWER THE GODDAMN PHONE!

Heroic Hunk: Okay, update: I found something in the bathroom. I saw this being used in a movie. Going to see if it works. I’ll call you after.

Heroic Hunk: It seemed to work, but now I'm worried I've done something wrong. 😬

Heroic Hunk: Update: The bleeding stopped, but Ryan's giving me weird looks. Was that a bad move? Please advise a.k.a call me back.

Heroic Hunk: Crisis averted! 💪 Love you! 😘

You were so confused and incredibly worried now. What the fuck has happened? Why did John think having a young child—who recently just learned how—fly through a forest AND play catch at the same time was a good idea? You can’t leave your boys alone for two seconds without something either burning down or someone ends up bleeding.

You looked at the time on your phone before you pressed the call button next to the name he put in for himself.

It rang twice before he picked up.

"Hey pumpkin. You ready for me to pick you up?” He answered jovially. Like he didn’t send a plethora of panicked texts your way just an hour ago.

“Hi sweetheart. I am really sorry I didn’t answer my phone earlier. I was in a meeting. Is everything ok?” You tried to keep your voice even and calm.

“Oh yeah. Everything is all hunky-dory. Just a little mishap. We are currently watching one of my movies. Kid is mesmerized.” Homelander replied with pride and a laugh, you could hear the tv in the background. Sounds of explosions and guns going off.

“Well ok. Yeah. I am ready. Need to file away some papers but I’ll be done by the time you get here.” You sighed, still a little unconvinced but you will find out everything yourself when you get home.

“Alrighty! I’ll be there in a sec. I’ll bring your jacket too since it’s starting to get chilly. Love you.” He made a kissing noise into the phone which you replied with your own I love you too and kiss.

He was right. It was getting chilly as you waited on the roof of your office building. You started using the roof for drop offs and pick ups when using the front entrance got too hectic. Having a celebrity boyfriend who was the most powerful supe came with the pains of having people fall over themselves just to get an autograph or photo with him. The swarms got so bad that you almost broke your arm being tripped as they rushed to meet their idol. That almost ended in a bloodbath which would not go over well with your boss when you had to explain that your short-tempered man-child of a partner lasered half of the employees over an accident.

“You look like you need a ride.” Homelanders' teasing voice snapped you of your thoughts making you look up as he slowly floated down to greet you. His signature cape swishing in the cool breeze. God he was beautiful. Blue pools that sparkled with mischief. His smug smile and corny jokes made your heart race and you couldn’t help but laugh.

You were so gone for this man.

“Hey there handsome.” You greeted as you settled yourself into his warm embrace.

“You ok? You look tired.” He asked, concern can be seen in his face handing you your jacket.

“Yeah, it was just a long day. Let's go home and get some dinner. Ryan is probably hungry.” You answered as you put it on and relaxed into his arms when he wrapped his arm under your knees and lifted you easily. Thank you super strength.

You could have fallen asleep with how gentle he was with you during the short flight back but you forced your eyes to stay open.

Landing softly in the front yard of the cabin you pulled him down to plant a kiss on his lips and thanked him for the lovely ride as always. Full stars on yelp. He let out a chuckle and took your hand into his as you walked into the house.

You let out a satisfied sigh as the heat from the fire in the fireplace greeted you. Looking around the living room you didn’t see Ryan which made you frown. He usually rushes to give you a big hug but he was nowhere to be found.

“Ry? I’m home.” You called out in a normal voice. Knowing he inherited his fathers sensitive hearing so there was no need to be loud.

“I’m in my room! I’ll be right out!” You heard him respond from deeper into the home. You looked back at Homelander who just shrugged.

“Probably playing with his little Legos. He said something about recreating a scene from the movie before I left to get you.” He supplied as he walked into the kitchen.

That boy and his Legos, you thought as you followed Homelander who poured two glasses of milk and handed you one.

“Did you get my text about the list? If not, then I can have someone drive out here and get everything delivered.” He asked before he took a sip of his favorite beverage. Holding your with both hands as you also took a drink. You were not as big of a fan as Homelander is but you do enjoy the cold taste of milk occasionally.

“I did but I wanted to ask Ryan if he wanted to go with me tomorrow. You know he likes looking at the Legos in the toy section,” You said as you took another sip then a thought popped into your head. ”Speaking of text, what did you end up using for Ryan’s nosebleed anyway?”

Homelander finished his glass with a large gulp licking his lips as he set the glass down on the counter. He looked at you with a proud grin which if you were honest, made you suspicious.

“I couldn’t believe it worked but it makes sense with what it is actually designed to do. Just a different hole.” Homelander lifted his hand, pointing at the ceiling and twirling it in a circle indicating to turn around.

Wait, what? Hole?

You gave him a confused look then turned around and spat out your mouthful of milk as you saw Ryan walk into the living room with a large grin that made him look even more like his father. What ruined the similarity was the dangling string that was attached to a piece of cotton shaped into a bullet that was shoved up his nostril.

“OH MY GOD. JOHN!” You couldn’t breathe due to the giggles shaking your body.

“What? It does the same thing!” He defended.

You completely forgot you had tampons in your bathroom.

“Well it did stop the bleeding,” you managed to breathe out as you walked over to give the boy a hug.

You love your boys so much.

#homelander #the boys amazon #homelander x reader #homelander x you #crack fic #my writing #Homelander is a milk drinker #ryan butcher #gn reader

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hellfire-state-of-mind · 3 months

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can we stay here forever?

pairing: unspecified Pedro Pascal character (pick your favorite) x fem!reader (no name or physical description other than reader has boobs, have fun babes)

rating: M (just to be safe)

word count: 663

warnings: none? i think? just two people disgustingly in love (but lmk if i missed any and i'll add it here!!!)

a/n: this is my submission for @iamasaddie's moodboard writing challenege! i haven't written any fanfic since 2019 and i'd mostly decided to just give it up entirely but moodboards are my weakness and i just had to jump in. this is my first for the PPCU sooo please be nice, i'm a lil rusty (also 100% not proofed) 😅

It wasn’t until you met him that you realized just how…dull your life was.

Maybe dull isn’t the right word. There’s nothing wrong with predictability, stability, routine. You liked knowing what to expect day in and day out. Sure, sometimes you’d feel a need for more, this crack in your domestic facade. But something or someone would always come along to fill it, even if only for a moment. You were content.

But now? Watching the way his bare chest rises and falls. His mess of curls splayed out on the pillow beside you. The late morning sun spilling through sheer white curtains to highlight the curves of his arms, his nose, the tiny patches of skin peeking through his beard that you so love to press your lips to any chance you get.

Dull is replaced by familiar. Warm.

Home.

Days like this are a rare luxury and deeply treasured whenever they come along. Phones off, no need for alarms or scam phone calls about your car’s extended warranty. Only waking when your bodies physically can’t withstand the unconsciousness separating you any longer. The warmth of his arms around you contrasting with the chill in the room, sending static up and down your spine.

When you do finally rise from the tangled web of sheets binding the two of you together, there’s no rush. It’s a comfortable silence filled with jeans zipping, shoelaces tapping the floorboards, car keys jingling as he opens the passenger door for you.

He’s just as mesmerized as you. The way your eyes glow when the sun flashes across at just the right angle. The wind from the open window teasing your hair. Your laugh ringing out over the noise of the dirt road to nowhere. He turns off the truck in the shade of a tree and helps you out, never letting go of your hand as he guides you away. Thick fingers encompassing thin.

You finally find the perfect spot to rest and watch the sun disappear below the tree line and assume your positions from that morning. His bicep shielding your head from the hard ground, you just lay there on the grass discussing anything and everything that floats into your minds. Eventually, you notice he’s been quiet for a while. You peek over to see his eyes shut, lips slightly parted and drinking in slow, deep breaths.

“Is it your bedtime already?” you tease. He breaks out his signature boyish smile and chuckles from deep in his chest. Laughing along, you gently dip the tip of your finger into the dimple that appears on his left cheek before tracing up to the creases by his eyes. He turns into your touch, catching your hand and bringing it down to his lips, the soft hair accenting them tickling your palm. He gently rolls over you, gazing up in awe at his backlit silhouette and your knees drift open to allow him room to settle, blanketing you with his full weight. His focus is locked on you as his fingers caress your hip where your shirt has exposed the skin.

Your eyes drift shut as he kisses his way up your torso, your top riding up further and further as he progresses. He earns a hearty belly laugh when instead of pushing the soft cotton up above your breasts, he simply dives his head under it, nipping at your delicate skin and trailing his tongue down the valley between before ghosting his lips over your collarbone, your neck, your ear. Restrained by the fabric bunched around the back of his neck and your shoulders, unable to pull away, you finally pull him down to you. His arms wedge under you, pulling you flush to his chest. Together, you drown in each other’s touch, sound, taste, smell, willing time to just stop so you can stay here forever.

Most people call it “wasting the day away” except you, because time spent with him is never a waste.

#my writing #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #ppcu #pedrostories #✏️ game

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march-hare01 · 7 months

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“It was love at first sight,” is how Gary Thompson remembers the night he saw his 1970 Falcon GTHO Phase Two for the first time.

“It was up on stands on the lot at John Gigante Motors on Parramatta Road in Croydon,” reminisces Gary today from his home in Mount Annan, New South Wales.

“My friend Paul Bianco and I were headed to the ‘brickies’ for some street racing action.

We had just driven by when the bright orange of the car caught my eye, and we immediately turned around to go drool over it,” remembers Gary. “They wanted around $4,200 for it. The salesman didn’t mind letting a 21 year old behind the wheel of such a powerful beast either!” After the road test, Gary talked turkey with the salesman clinching a deal that afternoon which included a then nine month old Electric Blue 351 XY Falcon 500. “They gave me $3,000 as a trade-in,” smiles Gary. This was fifty one years ago back in 1972, and the barely one-year old Falcon GTHO was just out of warranty and had just been traded-in by its first owner.

*** I’LL NEVER FORGET THE NIGHT THE FLYWHEEL EXPLODED THROUGH THE BONNET! ***

“I’d had the Phase Two for just ten days when my good mate Paul who was the test driver for Jack Brabham Ford where we both worked, lined me up to race his peppermint green Lotus twin-cam Mk1 Escort.” “We’d taken off in a symphony of noise, dust and wheel spin.I was revving the HO to 7,200rpm in 1st gear when I clutched to change to 2nd gear. We were flat out side by side on Newbridge Road at Moorebank, it was just before midnight.”“There was a loud bang! Then everything went pitch black.”“I had no headlights, and no dash lights. The electricals had been cut completely.” “Thunder struck, here I was doing 70 mile per hour trying to steer the big Falcon in complete darkness as I slammed on the brakes.My foot went straight to the floorboards and it took me a second to register that I was steering a runaway freight train!” tells Gary as he relives those harrowing frightening moments gripping the thin steering wheel with white knuckles whilst attempting to pull up a ton and a half of an out of control hunk of metal. If anybody had been watching this event unfold, they would have heard a loud explosion, and witnessed pieces of flywheel shrapnel explode through a bulging bonnet, and sparks coming from under the car where the rear of the engine block was tearing up the road. The gearbox bellhousing had also taken leave with the exploding flywheel, leaving Gary with a gearbox full of neutrals. “I was about a kilometre down the road before I came to a stop.”“Paul’s Escort had also suffered shrapnel wounds lodged from projectile bits of the flywheel embedded in his door panels.”“My ten day old car looked like it had been struck by lightning.”“It’s bonnet bulged upwards with a huge gaping hole where 20 ounces of flywheel had exited like an Apollo 11 rocket. The engine was now pointing skywards pressing against the underside of the bonnet.” A tow truck was quickly called from a nearby phone box, and the damaged Falcon GTHO taken to a local panel beater. “The next morning I was told it would be a write-off,” tells Gary, who then decided to have the car taken to another panel shop instead. “I’ll never forget the night the flywheel exploded,” says Gary. Two weeks later the Falcon was all repaired like new again. “The panel shop had offered me an XY GT style bonnet which came complete with air-scoop shaker assembly left over from a Falcon GT. The original XW grille was left on, but we added later model XY taillights.” Gary opted to remove the original black GT side stripes, “We did this for no other reason than to make it look different.�� Mechanics at Jack Brabham Ford rebuilt the original motor with new bearings, and fitted a steel flywheel instead of the cast iron factory unit which had exploded into a million pieces. “They even had to repair the dowels at the back of the engine block which had broken off when the motor scraped along the road! The gearbox input shaft also needed to be replaced because it was bent like a banana. We ended up fitting after-market extractors as the original exhaust manifolds had been severely damaged. Before having the engine repaired, Gary who worked in spare parts at Jack Brabham Ford knew John Goss from McLeod Ford. “I had actually bought his ex-race car motor from his Phase Three GTHO for $300. I was going to rebuild it, but it was cheaper to repair my original engine. I sold this bare motor, less the Phase Three race camshaft which a mate fitted to his car, and broke even getting my money back on the whole deal. Originally registered with GT-187 number plates, the HO was re-registered with GT-388 after the repair. Gary kept his Falcon GTHO for a few years after this, and vividly remembers the first time he took it off the clock winding it past 140 miles per hour. “My wife and I were returning from my in-law’s house in Queanbeyan, and as we went through the township of Collector along the Federal Highway, a small Datsun 1600 was right on my backside along the windey bits.

“On the first open straight of road, I took the HO off the clock!”

“My nervous wife looked at the speedo and said ‘it’s on the H where it reads MPH (miles per hour)’.”“I took her word for it.”

“I wasn’t game to take my eyes off the road at that speed!” laughs Gary now.

Five decades would pass before Gary laid teary eyes on his old bright orange Falcon, which is now in the hands of Melbourne collector Joe Barca.

“I never thought I’d ever see my GTHO again,” says Gary in disbelief.

“I was thunder struck again, this time though by the condition it’s in now which is better than it was new!”

Chris Dent from Falcon GT Restorations in Sydney had completely restored this super-rare Ford for a previous owner to a Gold standard Concours condition, resulting in winning the Grand Champion

‘The Best Car of Show’ at the 2015 Falcon GT Nationals.

The current owner Joe tells,

“It had won every category in the show it was entered in.

It cleaned up every trophy! I had to have it.”

It was this moment that Joe knew he had to buy this outstanding GTHO should it ever come up for sale.

As chance would have it, not long after the Falcon came onto the market for sale by tender, and Joe was the successful bidder paying $500,000 for this very special one-of-a-kind car.

“It’s also my wife Debbie’s favourite colour,” states Joe with a wink, as he justifies this expensive purchase.

This said, the Phase Two isn’t Joe’s first rodeo as he’s owned many Falcon GTs and probably more GTHOs than anyone else on the planet.

Unbeknownst to Joe at the time, Gary Thompson the former owner was also the under-bidder who wanted to get his old car back.

Gary’s son Trent then arranged for his dad to see his old Falcon.

“As you can see Dad was very teary seeing it again,” says Trent.

“At least he got to sit behind the wheel again.”

It was at this time that Joe learnt more about this car’s history from Gary who shared his story and photos about the night the flywheel exploded.

This helped Joe to make sense of some minor existing battle scars in the transmission tunnel on the car.

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sugoi-and-spice · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty - Interlude I. Love

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

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[excerpt]

She was at a breaking point. No seriously. She didn’t know how much more of this she could handle.

“The relationship between polar coordinates and the standard rectangular coordinates x comma y is represented in the four equations x equals r cosine-theta, y equals r sine-theta, r-squared equals…” she mumbled through her notes.

She was pretty sure that she wasn’t even processing the words she was saying anymore, she’d been studying so long. But honestly, what other choice did she have right now?

With swim practice canceled this week for finals, her friends preoccupied with their own study frenzies, and Shigaraki in Kyushu for the week, she had no distractions, no excuses to fill her freetime with anything other than studying. And with not only finals this week, but entrance exams following close around the corner, she was determined to take full advantage of that time.

…Maybe too full of advantage. She dropped her head on the desk, mind completely swarmed with static. She was pretty sure that if she tried to stuff one more vocabulary word or equation into that brain of hers that it’d actually explode. She could practically smell the smoke coming from her own ears.

She peered up as her phone buzzed up a storm next to her. At last, a respite from her own brain. It was probably just spam, but even making dumb smalltalk with the robot asking her about her car’s extended warranty sounded like a great break at the moment.

But then she saw who was actually on the caller ID, and was instantly filled with confusion and a light garnish of dread.

Mirio Togata.

Why was he calling her? Wasn’t he supposed to be at work right now?

Against the nagging feeling in her gut, she answered the phone.

“Hey, babe!” he chirped on the other end, supposedly full of his normal enthusiasm, there was something kind of off about his voice, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on what.

“Hey…” she said cautiously, “What’s up?”

“Not much! The weather’s awesome today, isn’t it?! Makes me wish I didn’t have to work! How about you?”

“Um… I guess, maybe?” she answered, pushing open her blinds slightly to reveal a definitively gray sky, “I haven’t really been outside either…”

“Studying hard, or hardly studying?” he joked.

“Uh, well I…” she sighed, a little annoyed and wanting to just get to the point, “Is something wrong? You don’t usually call when you’re at work.”

There was a pause on the other end, Mirio caught off guard by being confronted directly. He’d obviously hoped to have some weird segue into whatever he was calling about.

“Mirio—?”

“Haha, yeah, I guess you caught me there, huh?” he laughed, clearly forced, “I guess I just—! Well, um…”

Her brows furrowed, Mirio was at a loss for words. That was really not like him. Now she was getting worried.

“...Yeah?”

“Well, there’s something I want to ask you and I really don’t think it can wait any longer.”

“Okay…”

“So um, yeah here it goes!” he laughed nervously, “Were you with Shigaraki last week?”

Wait, that was it?

The way Mirio had been ramping up and beating around the bush so much, she’d assumed that this was going to be about something way bigger, maybe something involving the swim dinner or before. About an incident with Shigaraki that he didn’t know about. But asking about last week? What was the problem exactly?

“Yeah,” she answered, audibly confused, “I told you that we were gonna study and game at his place.”

“You said it was you two and another friend.”

“It was,” she insisted.

“Okay, so why did I hear from Shindo that you two were having dinner alone together?”

She blinked.

“Huh?”

Not too long ago that would have sparked an immediate “oh crap” reaction from her, a panic that she was caught up shit creek without a paddle. But today? When she had nothing to hide? She was just confused.

“Well, we were hungry so we went out for a bite…”

“Just the two of you though?”

“Yeah, Spinner had work and—” she cut herself off before she got too worked up with excuses, not sure why she needed to explain this, “What’s the problem here? You were the one who encouraged me to keep hanging out with Shigaraki.”

“Sure, but I thought you guys were just like, hanging out at his house or the library or something...”

She scoffed, rising to pace her room as irritation coursed heavier through her tendons, “What’s the difference? If you trust me alone at his house, why don’t you trust me when I’m getting dinner with him?”

“Babe, I trust you no matter where you are. Just…” he sighed, trying to figure out how to word this, “I mean you gotta think about the implications. You two having dinner alone together looks like a date.”

“But it wasn’t a date.”

“ I know that,” he assured her, “But that’s not what our classmates are gonna think.”

She stopped in her tracks.

Oh.

Ohhh.

So that’s why he was upset. She should’ve fucking known.

“Is that really all you care about?” she demanded, “Not whether or not I’m on a date with another guy, but whether or not it looks like I’m on a date?”

“Come on babe, you know that’s not what I meant—”

“Do I?!” she snapped, “Who cares what our classmates think? We know the truth, so what’s the problem?!”

Mirio sighed, “Babe, I didn’t call to pick a fight. I’m just asking you to have a little more self-awareness, alright?”

She laughed in disbelief, “You know, that’s real rich coming from you, Peaches.”

Finally, Mirio too let his frustration get the better of him, “Oh my God— when did you become so mean ?!”

“I don’t know, probably around the same time you became such a judgemental asshole !” she shouted, before slamming her thumb into the end call icon and throwing the stupid thing onto her bed.

She stood there, chest heaving in rage, trying to calm herself down. It took her a couple of minutes to realize that her Dad was standing outside her open door, wide-eyed and fist raised mid-knock.

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- Season 2, Episode 22 (Last Episode of the Season). "I Can't Get Started" Part 4

Aaaaand we've finally arrived at the finish line for Season 2. I began recapping this season on November 25th, 2022, the day after Thanksgiving...310 days ago. SaltyGilmores! SaltyGilmores! Can you tell us a little about how you're feeling as you prepare to begin season 3?

You ever watch a Stars Hollow crowd scene on Gilmore Girls and go, who the hell are all these people and where did they come from?

This is so ridiculously corny and cute. This is what we live for. This is what Gilly Girls is all about. You ever see some of the spicy tight and low cut blouses Lane wears on this show and wonder how Mrs Kim ever allowed her out of the house? I'm asking the important questions today.

R: I'm about to cheat on your ass so hard your head will spin. I am gonna kiss my stepcousin so hard.

D: (pointing to Miss Patty, Babette, and the Stars Hollowans gathered around the piano) How many cocktails caused that? R: None, but when they start drinking we're going to have to hide you. One of ASP's favorite recurring jokes is the one where Miss Patty, left to her own devices, would inevitably try to force herself sexually onto Jess and Dean; it's unclear in this scenario whether that is the threat or if it's "we're gonna have to hide you or she'll make you sing.". But I can take a guess here.

There's another sexual predator who loves tall pretty teenage boys lurking around this wedding that you should be more concerned about.

Dean gets a "We're calling to discuss your car's extended warranty" call and pretends it's someone important on the line so he can keep fooling Rory into thinking he actually has a life. Uh, anyway, it's Paris? Calling Dean's phone? Alright.Rory asks Paris how she got Dean's number but It's never explained. Paris is a wizard.

Sookie is having her wedding on a Friday afternoon. It is a Friday and Rory is not in school (AGAIN!), Dean, Lane and Jess are not at school (AGAIN), Rory is missing ELECTION DAY at school where she may potentially be elected Vice President, Lorelai is not working and making Michel fill in for her, there are dozens of other people attending this wedding who are not working, IT'S A FRIDAY AFTERNOON NO ONE IS WORKING (EXCEPT MICHEL) OR GOING TO SCHOOL THEY'RE ALL AT THIS WEDDING. Also, everyone is DRUNK on a Friday afternoon. Well I can't hate on that. What else is there to do in the Hollow besides drink away your troubles? Headmaster Charleston: Miss Gilmore, would you care to explain these multiple unexcused absences? Rory: Well, two weeks ago I ditched school to take a bus to new york city to eat wieners with my cousin and this week I skipped school to go to my mother's friend's wedding which she scheduled for the middle of the afternoon on a Friday, and I had to stick to my agenda of going to the wedding and kissing my cousin. Paris doesn't directly say that GellerMore won, but Rory thinks it's implied (and we already know they win). She proceeds to notifiy Dean. Who is just...over the moon upon hearing the news.

Well...okay. Fine. I'll take it. Where's the angry posseiveness? Like the time Rory wanted to spend time away from him volunteering? Or spend one night away from him doing her laundry? Or spend an hour eating lunch with Jess? Or.. It's probably because this time there are witnesses around, although that would imply Dean actually has some level of self awareness that his behavior is inappropriate. Speaking of Inappropriate...

Well, that answers THAT question.

...Says the sexual predator, as she drools over him like a dog eyeing a well cooked 6'4 steak.

Don’t drag my girl Babette into this, she's devoted to her Morey. Unlike you two beasts, Lorelai and MP, she has some standards).

Chris Hansen would have a field day at this wedding with all these predators in one place. Why does Crusty's suit look like it's incredibly ill fitting? Maybe it's just me.

STOP IT!!!! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP IT!!!

Lorelai and Crusty are shamelessly swapping spit in the middle of her friend’s wedding reception, sullying the virgin eyes of Rory and a minister and Sookie and God and Lane and everyone else. Lore to Crusty: Stop looking at me like that or everyone here will think we did it! Pretty rich coming from soneone who looks at Dean Forrester the same way. I HATE that I'm recapping this FILTH and don't know WHY I'm doing it. Crusty (before Lorelai's parents walked up and mercifully interrupted them) Do you feel embarrased about last night? Sorry about it? Want to repeat it?

IN FRONT OF HER GOSH DANG MOTHER/GRANDMOTHER OF HIS CHILD. Disgusting, filthy, shameless psychopaths.

Dat's a good question.

I mean, it's a half truth, at least. Now you wanna tell your Mom how he used his daughter's medical appointment as a springboard to dive straight into your pants?

Has he now? Golly gee whillikers, I must have missed that part, must've happened in between all the rounds of projectile vomitting I've been doing.

Lorelai, with the world's worst poker face as she daydreams about her next Crusty Porking, convinces Emily that Christopher is only here to spend more time with Rory and Emily is like well isn't that nice. Are we really supposed to believe Emily is that fucking stupid?

Let's check back in with some of the more non-loathsome residents of the Hollow. Take it away Kirk! Then take ME away. Please.

Rory, for your own sanity and wellbeing, please keep your mind unsullied and pure and don't ask your crusty father questions like this.

Oh Rory. Oh my poor sweet innocent bubs, Rory.

Nobody owns calendars in the Hollow, I suppose. Please see my throbbing, rock hard photographic proof above that this wedding is happening on a Friday. (Not to mention, if it was Sunday...Paris is at school?) I will have to squeeze the remaining four minutes (The Jess Minutes) into one final post. After I mop up my barf. Toodles.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #rory gilmore #crusty #DALA #anti dean forester #anti crusty #I cant get started

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J. Vesey - July for the Whole Year Ch6.

A/N: Hoo boy, this was a long time coming. 80% of this has been written for months, but I just couldn't make it happen. It's citrus-y, but we're not quite at a lemon there. This chapter is about 15 pages, so grab a snack and settle in. Thank you to the 5 people who care about this little passion project :) #LGR?

<< Chapter 5

November 2021

After Jimmy leaves, you make the bed and wash the mug that you left in the sink, busying your shaking hands.

We kissed. We kissed. We kissed.

Your brain loops the last 15 minutes over and over in your mind, simultaneously elated and panicked at the same time.

This is Jimmy, though.

There’s no reason to run, there’s no reason to be nervous, and there’s certainly no reason to not call Gracia right now and dissect second by second like you’re back in high school.

Shutting the water, you dry your hands and head back to the phone, still forgotten on the couch. You have 1 notification. The one that made you turn your head and caused the slip-up that ended with Jimmy’s hands on your hips and tongue in your mouth.

It’s Kevin.

Of course it is.

Kev: I’m both sorry for being pushy last night and praying that it was the push you morons needed lmk if you’re naming the first-born Kevin after me obviously ;)

The laugh that escapes you is crazed. After all the pushing he did last night, Kevin helped in a way he couldn’t even anticipate. You scroll to Gracia and start a video call first though, letting Kevin wait it out after his crass comments from the previous night.

She answers after half a ring.

“Before you start, please tell me this is the call I’ve been waiting years for,” she’s brushing her teeth.

“Jimmy already called Brady, didn't he?” You sit back down on the couch and pull the blanket over your legs.

She spits a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, “Oh my god, you know it. I can hear him giggling like a 5-year old in the bedroom.” She closes the door behind her to drown out Brady’s voice. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she props the phone on the sink and says, “Spill it.”

So you do, and regale her with the entire evening, from heading to the game and aching for your early 20s, to dinner- where Kevin ran his mouth too much for his own good. She laughs loudly at his antics, head thrown back and mouth open wide, “He’s so dumb. I love him.”

When you get to the part about Jimmy’s TV being back-ordered and you two reconvening in his bedroom, she gasps. “Oh how fucking convenient, James.” Your face turns red before you can even answer her, “Stop!! It was an innocent mistake. We just wanted to watch some HGTV before bed.”

“I swear, he has zero game; no wonder this took 5 years. He lures you into his bed with HGTV, of all things. I don’t know if he’s a genius or an idiot.” She’s been talking to Kevin too much and it shows.

“Anyway!!!” She mimes zipping her lips and throwing away the key and you continue, stumbling through your emotions that went berserk when you woke up the next morning, and how worried you were that Jimmy was being evasive.

When you get to the main event, she’s practically biting her nails, “Andddd, then we kissed.”

“I am not late to work for you to end the story like that,” she raises one eyebrow.

Your ears feel hot, but you push through, she has been waiting 5 years after all. “It was the best of my life. I can’t wait for him to come back from this away stretch.” Her smile is genuine and your heart breaks that all of your closest friends are stretched out to all corners of the country. Especially now, when you’d rather her be sitting across from you, nudging her shoe against your shin in the coffee shop you like down on 5th.

“So who was on the phone?! Who do we owe our undying gratitude to? Tell me it was someone calling about your car's extended warranty. I’ll die.”

You can’t hold in your laugh, “Worse,” you confirm. “It was Kevin.”

She laughs so hard, she knocks the phone off the sink and the call disconnects.

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Kevin calls you before you can get to him. Calling Gracia clearly set off the unofficial phone tree. “Hey,” he doesn’t sound at all like you thought he would, smug and prideful. He's almost contrite when he continues, “I’m really sorry, you know I’m just kidding, but that wasn’t cool of me.”

“Woah,” you stop him, “what are you on about?” He clearly did not receive the same call Brady did.

“Grac text me and told me to call you, and I just feel so bad,” you cut him off.

“He kissed me. We kissed, because you text me and my phone rang and I- I turned my head to see the caller ID and it just, just… happened? I don't know.” you sprint through the sentence. Feeling bad that Kevin’s been sweating this.

He flips the script real quick once his brain catches up. “Are you fucking kidding me? I was freaking out all morning that I pushed it too far last night and you hated me, but you were too busy putting the moves on Jimmy to text me back? You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack,” your cheeks hurt from smiling and you can almost hear the gears in his head turning.

“So are you going to name it Kevin?” He barely starts laughing at his own joke before you hang up on him and send him the middle finger emoji, but you send it with confetti, so he knows there’s no hard feelings.

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Jimmy: You told Kevin?

I can’t believe you didn’t, tbh.

Jimmy: I was going to let him sweat it out… but I guess you just want to shout it from the rooftops, huh?

You know it ;) Fly safe.

Jimmy: 6 days.

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Your day goes quicker than you thought it would, commuting back to your apartment and texting furiously with Gracia, who just keeps sending you littly kissy face emojis, what feels like every hour, on the hour.

After you shower and crawl into your bed, you open your phone and look through the last few days of text messages with Jimmy. You look at them in a new light, reviewing each one with a fine toothed comb for any signs you missed, but you can’t see any. He’s the same Jimmy he’s been, and you scroll further and further back trying to find the shift in tone, the moment he wanted you, any indication of pining, a flirtatious winky face, even. How long has it been, why did him whispering finally against your lips feel like it was a breath released after years of holding it in too tightly.

He’s still your best friend, and he’s definitely back at the hotel after practice, so you text him.

Hey there

Jimmy: Hey

The message comes instantly, and you smile, because you know Jimmy has no chill and you love it, especially when it’s directed at you.

When you said "finally," this morning, was this something you thought about before or…

Jimmy: Are you kidding right now?

You're typing out a response to the tune of, shut up, never mind, when his image pops up on your screen and a facetime comes through.

"I'm not doing this through texts," he has this put-upon, frowny face, but his hair looks soft and fluffy after the shower you know he just hopped out of, his shoulders pink, because he likes the water far too hot.

You flip on your side, propping your phone up against the pillow, "You don't want me to have receipts of this conversation?"

He smiles, it's wide and rare, showing his pointy canines while his eyes shine in the dim lamplight of the hotel room.

"Yeah right. I just want to see your face," the eye roll he gives you does nothing to calm your heart skittering in your ribcage. "I bet you're all embarrassed, thinking about undsending it. Couldn't let that happen." He tucks one arm behind his head and stares at you through the phone, daring you to deny it.

You give him your own eye roll, "Please, you answered so fast, I didn't even have time to second guess it."

The look he gives you turns your insides hot, "The first time I thought about kissing you was over your kitchen table, the morning after you woke me up, banging on my door in the middle of the night, and I haven't stopped thinking about it since."

"Oh," you're honestly shocked. You came around to the idea that he reciprocated your feelings about 3 seconds after his mouth was on yours, but that long? It warms you to your bones thinking of how you'd steal glances to appraise him when he wasn't looking or would take any chance to touch him; the thought that he may have been doing the same is heady.

"Yeah, oh," he teases. You chew on the inside of your cheek, willing your face to cool down. He's smirky and smug that he shut you up. "What about you?"

You haven't really thought about it at length, it's felt like a slow pull over the years, magnets inevitably drawn together. "Do you remember when you helped me take my skates off at that first family skate? I think it was right around then."

He nods sagely, "Yeah, you've always struck me as an acts of service type. What else can I do for you, hm?" He's kidding and you know it, because he punctuates his sentence with a lascivious eyebrow raise and a flex of the arm that's behind his head. But at the same time, knowing he's kidding doesn't stop the arousal from pumping through your body.

"Are you flirting with me, James?" You can't help but tease him back, especially now that everything's out in the open.

"Jesus Christ," he laughs. "Yeah, I am. Took you long enough to notice."

It's not worth fighting, so you let your smile spread across your face and lift your cheeks.

"You're so embarrassed, look at you!" His replying smile matches yours and you push your face into your pillow and whine out a stop itttt that should be more embarrassing in and of itself, but just makes your heart race and palms sweat.

"This feels good, I wish I knew sooner. I love teasing you about this." He looks like the cat that got the canary, and predatory suits him immensely.

"I still can't believe you didn't know," you start in a whisper. "Kevin was so obvious about it. Giving me your jersey. Being a big oaf at your parents house that summer I visited." He laughs at the memory and you continue, "Asking me 'who's giving it to me' last night." You shake your head, you were so sure Jimmy was politely ignoring your feelings in favor of your friendship.

His eyes scrunch closed at the last point you make, "I thought he was doing it because he wanted me to make a move. I didn't realize he was doing it to torment you, too." He runs his hands through his hair, "God I was so scared he knew something I didn't when he asked you that."

"So ridiculous," you squawk. "We've been practically living in each other's pockets since you came to Jersey. When would I have even had time to sleep with anyone else?" He opens his mouth to interject, but you quickly add, "And who would even want me when I'm clearly hung up on you."

You see him go pink then red. "Now who's embarrassed, Vesey?"

"Not me," he shakes his head and sighs heavily, running his hand through his hair. "I just want to hear more about how hung up on me you are, but it's late and I gotta get to bed." He's right but you hate it, "6 days," he confirms.

"6 days," you echo.

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Knowing Jimmy actual-facts likes you is amazing for your ego. Your clothes seem to fit better, your skin is glowing, and you cannot stop smiling. If you knew everything would feel like this after spilling your guts, you would have done it ages ago.

He can’t return soon enough. Your whole body is on high alert, waiting impatiently until you can see him again. And if you thought you were co-dependent before, it’s nothing compared to how you're feeling now. You’ve opened the floodgates and it’s apparent you’ve both been reigning in your feelings and faking chill for a while.

Jimmy calls you every morning, just to check in and say good morning and that he misses you and can’t wait to come home. It seems ever since your mutual confession, he’s suddenly turned his charm up to 11.

Obviously, you find him charming in general, you’ve been friends for years, but there’s something different now that you've come clean. An extra swagger in his demeanor and you’re simultaneously sorry and delighted to find that you feel a little woozy when he seemingly turns it on for your benefit.

“I'm coming straight to your place from the plane. You gonna greet me when I get there?” He murmurs across the phone lines on day 3 of the count down. You’re getting ready for bed, putting on cute pajamas, because you’re feeling so special these days.

“Do you want me to be there?” You know the answer, but you just want to hear him say it out loud. It's been two days, but you bask in his affection any chance you can get.

He changes the call to a facetime, and you answer, “You know I always want you there, right?” His face is open and honest, and especially easy to read. You’re beyond giddy, unable to stammer out a sentence after the highest praise of your life.

“I’ll take that as a yes, you’re aware,” he responds as you try to string together a coherent sentence that isn't composed of the words, Love, I, or You, in any particular order. Your skin prickles, excited and nervous under the attention.

He loves it, you can see it in his face, his eyes getting that sharpness to them. You don’t know how much more your heart can handle. You feel like it might explode into sparkling confetti when you finally get him back in person and have that gaze turned on you.

“So 3 more days then?” He nods, confirming what you know.

“Can’t wait to see you,” his eyes go half lidded and his voice drops, “touch you.” You instantly break a sweat.

“I- I have to go now!” He laughs and hangs up after getting the reaction that he wanted, and you disrupt your night-time routine in favor of hopping in a cold shower.

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“I mean, it’s tomorrow,” you chomp through your toast, sitting at the kitchen table in your apartment. The same one that Jimmy said he first wanted to kiss you over a handful of years ago. Gracia shrieked her way through that story, and you’ve moved on to planning what you were going to wear for his big return tomorrow, “it’s not like I have a lot of time to shop.”

“Ugh, I’ve been waiting for this day for like, ever. And I’m not even there to help you find something that will knock him on his ass,” you gently place your dish in the sink and walk back into your closet. Solemnly she declares, “It’s a tragedy.”

“What does he like you in? Have you noticed his gaze…” she pauses to place the right word. “Lingering?” She's been reading too many romance novels.

You scoff and clink through your closet hanger by hanger, “Yeah, you know Jimmy, very open and vocal about everything,” she hums in agreement. “No, I didn’t even know he even looked at me like that until a few days ago.”

As she begins chastising you for being unobservant and oblivious, you remember something. “Blue,” it suddenly comes to you.

“I can work with that.” Before you know it, she's sent links to a dozen items from 10 stores, all within a mile of your apartment.

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"I feel ridiculous," you mutter into your headphones in the dressing room of a lingerie store while you sweat through bra after bra. "I look ridiculous," you amend

"Shut up, send me a photo," you comply but you're not happy about it.

The long screech Gracia emits confirms that she's received the photo, "This is the one! Buy it in every color." You sigh, but start changing back into your clothes.

"You're sure? This seems like a lot," you repeat for the 6th time in as many minutes.

It's her turn to sigh, "I am so positive. He's going to die." You agree and hop into line to pay.

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Jimmy: I heard you have a surprise for me.

I hate our friends

Jimmy: 😂

Jimmy: So no surprise?

No comment

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The plan was for Jimmy to meet you at your apartment. He could be there an hour after landing and, "It'll be a nice full circle moment. Knocking on your door, bringing you breakfast."

You're grinning ear to ear when you remind him, "You have a key."

He implores you to,"Give a guy a break," before reminding you of his flight itinerary and hanging up to go to dinner with the team.

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Your alarm doesn't go off and you wake up to loud knocking on your door and quickly tumble out of bed, all sweaty palms and racing heart. Jimmy!

There's no time to change into your sexy last-minute lingerie you spent so much time picking out. There's not even any time to brush your hair or teeth. You glare at your phone, dead on the pillow beside you, useless.

"Hey? You in there?" You hear Jimmy call though through the door, as you're trying to make yourself as presentable as possible in the mirror next to your front door.

Hastily turning the locks, you pull the door open and your heart kicks up erratically. Jimmy!

"You didn't change your mind did you? I brought some bagels, a bacon egg and cheese," he starts, holding out a bag and taking in your disheveled appearance with a small smile on his face.

You recognize it immediately as how he first came to your door all those years ago, apologizing for Kevin's antics the previous evening.

"Never. My phone died because someone insisted on FaceTiming at 1am. Let me put on some coffee, have a seat." You can't help but smile and lead him into your apartment, nerves lighting up in your belly.

As you prep a coffee filter and scoop grinds into your ancient machine, Jimmy drops the bag on the table and sidles up behind you. "Missed you so much," he whispers into the nape of your neck, "This okay?" he questions as he squeezes the flesh of your hips and kisses gently down the side of your neck.

"Yep! More than," you manage to squeak out, hands shaking a little with the distraction as they struggle through memorized motions. "I would like a minute though. I want to brush my hair and teeth and change and-"

"You're fine how you are," he cuts you off with a small suck to your skin that almost buckles your knees, but lets you go anyway, "but I'll finish this, go do whatever you need. You're spilling all over the counter anyway," he winks as you walk away with your mouth pinched to convey how unimpressed you are with his smarm.

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Having Jimmy in the apartment while you're tugging and tying lingerie onto your body makes your blood pump louder in your ears, even if a few walls and doors separate you. It's been 6 days since you've confessed, six days since you've kissed, and you've been on high alert ever since. The skin of your neck that he dragged his lips over tingles and your body is flushed hot with anticipation.

You're glad it's Jimmy, your best friend, standing in the kitchen, because you'd feel nervous about wearing this for anyone else. You flatten down the lingerie and shrug into a short, thin robe before brushing your teeth and hair and making your way back into the kitchen.

There's already a mug of coffee waiting for you, steam curling out of the cup as Jimmy scrolls through his phone, bagel untouched in front of him, clearly waiting for your return. When he hears your footsteps he looks up and his eyes widen a little, despite the sharp smile that splits his face.

"Oh, so we're doing this, huh?" You roll your eyes, but despite that, your core clenches at the thought. You tug the robe up where it's slipped down and exposed your shoulder and Jimmy's eyes track the motion; he wets his lips.

Feigning unimpressed, you sip your coffee, "I haven't decided, but now I'm leaning towards no." You bite into the bagel he plated for you and maintain your glare until he drags his chair closer to yours.

"Well, we don't have to," he swirls his coffee around his mug. "I'm happy just to be able to look at you and not worry about getting caught."

You don't mean to, but a lovesick noise makes its way out of your mouth without your permission, and your cover is blown. "Stop it," you whine, glowing with the compliment and wanting him to do anything but stop.

Because he knows you well, he loops his hand around the back of your chair and continues, "Remember when you said you were hung up on me?"

Leaning into his hold, you nod, "I have regretted it ever since." He laughs, but goes back to eating his plain bagel, ignoring your outright lie and moves his hand to rest on the back of your neck, tangled in your hair.

You make small talk, about his games, the roadie, your work, Mr. Callahan, until your plates and cups are empty and he starts tidying the table and dropping everything into the sink.

It's your turn to walk up behind him as he rinses cups and plates. You snake one arm around his front, but the other wanders, tucks into his back pocket, giving a silly squeeze that makes him turn and glare, before sliding around to the front and peeling up the hem of his shirt and resting on his low belly, taut from hard work and covered in goosebumps that make you confident enough to start dragging your hands lower.

He tosses the dish towel he's drying his hands with down and grabs your wrist, spinning in your arms so you're chest to chest.

"Hi," you lay your chin on his chest and beam up at him, anticipation in your veins, grin on your face, and both of your hands now tucked into his back pockets.

Jimmy gazes down at you and you can only wonder how you've never noticed before, if this is how he's been looking at you these past five years.

"Can I kiss you," you raise up to your toes, "on purpose this time?" You gently lean in before he can answer you, confident he'll agree because of the soft look in his eyes and the way you can feel him starting to harden against you.

He turns so you're stuck between him and the counter and lifts you up, setting you on top of it, much closer to his height.

"Stop, you'll make me blush," he speaks directly into your collar bone, where his lips are kissing their way along the neck of your robe. "Never had a girl ask like that before." The way his lips skim over your skin as he speaks gives you goosebumps.

Making space for him between your knees, you tug him into the gap you've created. "That's nothing, wait until you hear what I ask for after we get this robe off." You're half teasing, half serious, and fully sick of waiting to have his mouth on you.

Fisting the chest of his t-shirt, you tug him down, neither of you daring to even blink, maintaining eye contact until the moment your lips touch. The twin sounds of relief that you share almost make you giggle.

It's heaven. Jimmy is still for a moment, only until you lick his bottom lip and he opens his mouth for you. The way his lips slide against yours gives you goosebumps; you want his mouth and hands everywhere all at once.

The wait has been worth it, you finally have him here, biting his way into your mouth harshly while his hands trail over your body gently, like you're delicate and fragile.

Breathing heavily, you pull away a little to compose yourself but he leans back into you, sucking at the skin under your ear. "Please?" He grabs the tie of your robe, softly pulling at one tail of the bow that cinches the silky fabric at your waist.

Speaking is becoming difficult with the way his lips make their way up to the shell of your ear, and murmur please again, so sweetly you almost moan. You nod furiously and squeeze your hands where they're settled on his upper biceps. He pulls slowly, inch by inch. As much as you want to close your eyes, you're vain and you bought what's underneath entirely with him in mind, so you keep them open to catalog his reaction.

The harsh intake of breath is worth the small fortune you spent on useless underclothes. "Holyyy -," he's still gentle when he slides the robe down your shoulders to pool around where you're sitting on the counter, but your palms can feel the shake in his muscles and you know he's keeping precarious control of his strength.

"Stop, now I'm blushing," you throw his earlier words back at him, albeit more breathless than he had been.

Your wish to have his hands and mouth all over you comes to fruition. "Yeah?" He whispers out against your chest, hot with the blush in question, "Good." His mouth covers the new territory that removing your robe revealed while his hands do their best to chart all the skin and lace.

Practically whimpering, you struggle to maintain your higher brain faculties, softly chanting a combination of his name and whispered prayers, although for what, you're not sure of.

He's had his hands all over you, and you're elated but jealous, so your hands make their way to the hem of his shirt, which proves to be more difficult than you'd imagine with how wrapped up he has you. Timid fingers find a path to tuck underneath, and you've seen Jimmy's body before, have looked at and appreciated it in a less than respectful manner. Touching is different, though.

At the first brush of skin on skin, Jimmy sucks in a breath through his teeth, you can feel it against the tops of your breasts, where he's gently pulled the cups of your lingerie down, not enough to reveal anything but enough to tease you into insanity at the thought of how soon that might happen.

Turnabout is fair play, so the fingers on your left hand tuck into the waistband of his sweats and still, while the right takes the path up the split in the middle of his stomach muscles and rests on his right pec. You curl your fingers just enough to barely bite your nails into the flesh of his chest, when you feel that harsh breath against your breast again, you move your hands back to the hem of his shirt and tug upwards.

He obliges and steps back infinitesimally to reach behind his neck and ruck his shirt up and over his head. As he tries to lean back in, you stiff arm him, keeping him far enough so your eyes can take their fill, gaze heavy on his bare torso before you.

Jimmy's always been pretty shy about any level of undress between the two of you. Over the years of your friendship of course it's happened. You've been to the pool, the beach, barged into the apartment unannounced to find him in his boxers and nothing else, but he's never sauntered around shirtless like Kevin is keen to do the second the temperature rises above 60. Now that you have carte blanche, mapping every freckle and scar is at the top of your list.

After a handful of seconds under your stare, Jimmy clears his throat, and you look up to his face, "Stop looking like that, making me self conscious." He moves a hand to cover himself in what could be mock or serious modesty. You catch his wrist and place his hand high on your thigh.

"I've been waiting years for this, you know that right?" He doesn't immediately nod, so you feel the need to assure him, "Never had a chance to look at the body on you before. I didn't want to know I was so gone for you," you can barely speak through the grin on your face.

He smiles a little, but it's self deprecating and that wont do. You want him to feel loved, worshiped- a surge of power, like you felt when he peeled your robe off and couldn't keep his hands or mouth to himself.

Dropping your voice to make it a little more seductive, "Look at you," he's not meeting your eyes so you flick yours back down to his chest and continue, "wanna run my tongue over every muscle on your body. Is this what you do all summer? Hit the gym and figure out ways to make me drool?"

He finally, blessedly laughs and tilts your face up, thumb under your chin, to slide his mouth over yours. It's hot and sweet and you can feel his smile. Pulling away, you place one index finger on the crevice between his pecs in the dip where his collar bones meet and drag it slowly down, down, down, until you tangle in the drawstring of his sweats.

When you finally look up to his face, Jimmy's eyes are slightly hazy, his face erring more towards pink than usual. You plant a soft kiss in the middle of his chest, letting your tongue flick out for just a second to taste skin and sweat.

"Take me to bed, Jimmy," begging, you let go of the drawstring in your hands and press lower, finding him hard and ready for you.

He hisses, eyes fluttering shut before groaning out "Finally." He picks you up and crosses the short distance from your kitchen to the lone bedroom in your apartment.

#jimmy vesey fic #jimmy vesey imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl imagine #new york rangers fic #New jersey devils fic #Chapter 6 #July for the whole year #writing #Please leave notes so I know if you're enjoying :)

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into-the-stars · 1 year

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Reunion

After 13 long years, Sirius comes home.

Small blippet of a rough draft of what will eventually be written in a much bigger fic.

Elle was at the Burrow and had been all week which mean for Anna that the house was empty and she was stuck in her head more often than not. Unless she was working then her mind was on other things. Patients, potions, work, checklists. But she didn’t work until that evening and she’d woken up too early.

She was still picking sleep out of her eyes when there was a knock at the door. She ran her brush through part of her hair and looked through the door. Remus. He hadn’t owled, which was odd, and it was not even 11. She didn’t think Aly would pick a fight this early. Curious, she opened the door.

The first thing she noticed was the dog. Black, fluffy, likely taller than her if he stood on two legs. Aly had mentioned that Lexie wanted a puppy but this was not a puppy, Anna wouldn’t put it passed Aly to buy a dog while Remus was out of the house. “I thought you told Lexie no about the dog—“

It hit her like a frying pan to the face and she was certain she looked stupid as her mouth hung open. Since the school year ended it wasn’t like Sirius wasn’t talked about — the first night back Elle had cried herself to sleep in her mother’s bed because she didn’t understand why he hadn’t even tried to see her. Elle had tried to explain what Harry had told her between tears but Remus had filled in all of the gaps shortly after.

Still, she hadn’t been expecting it so soon.

“Come in. I’ll make some tea.”

Aurors were still watching the house — obviously Dumbledore hadn’t spoken to Moody about Sirius’s innocent — but there were protective wards up. They could only see what she wanted them to, which wasn’t very much. She’d told Alastor Moody if he was going to treat her like a criminal he better get a search warranty. He hadn’t. The Aurors were there and watching her comings and going — one of their names were Phineas and sometimes he greeted her with a cup of coffee before she went off to work— but they stayed off her property and out of the realm of her wards. Which, honestly, meant they couldn't see if anyone was coming into her house through the floo.

Or in the disguise of an animagus.

To the normal person she'd look like she was running away into the kitchen. She was. Even if she didn't mean to. She fumbled her way through starting a kettle and then forced herself to take slow breathes as she leaned against the counter and waited for the water to boil. Remus opened the kitchen door and she glared at him. "Could've owled. Sent a flare. Flooed before hand. Called. I know you know how to use a phone."

"He thought it'd be better if it was a surprise." She continued to glare at him as her chest became tighter and she didn't know if she was breathing anymore. "Anna. Calm down."

"What do you think I'm trying to do?"

"I came in here to ask if you wanted me here or not."

Anna shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't seen him in thirteen years, Remus. I-- No? I think it'd be better if it's just us." She chewed on her lip. "Was it the red truck or the white volkswagon outside?"

"What?"

"The car parked down the street."

"I didn't look."

"Go out the back then, Phineas is fine but Adam's a prick. The wards stop at the creek. They don't have eyes back there, the kids are out there too often and I told Alastor the second some auror is watching my teenaged daughter in my backyard I'd be in his office. So they just watch the front." A pause spread between them and a pang of guilt for leaving Sirius alone -- especially after so long -- hit her along with all the other feelings that had been bottling themselves up over the last year since she heard news of his escape and even moreso since learning of his innocent. She'd been both dreading this moment and excited for it.

"Remus?"

"What?"

"Does he still love me?"

"Yes." There was a look of concern that flashed on Remus's face but no delay in his answer.

She exhaled a sigh of relief, "Okay." She blinked back tears. "I'll -- we'll be fine." She smiled. "Promise." She waved her wand in the direction of the kettle. It could pour itself when it was done. Remus put his hand on the back door handle. "I'm mad at you, by the way, Remus."

He laughed softly. "I can handle that," and he was out of the door. She wiped at her eyes -- the corners already wet -- and took a sharp intake of air before she walked into the living room.

Her -- their -- home had changed quite a bit in the 13 years that he'd been gone. During the war it had been a revolving door of Order members once it had become a safe house and she was the resident nurse. Now it was a revolving door of teenagers. The couch they'd bought in 1978 had been replaced with something newer and more practical with as many kids came over. The tv was newer with a game system plugged into it.

The pictures -- what few had been taken during the war -- had evolved rather than been replaced. Dozens of pictures of Elle and Lexie throughout the years. All sorts of Weasleys and even the Tonks family was in a frame or two throughout the house. Though it was outdated and Dora was nearly twenty now. A picture or two of Harry in primary school that she'd had to pull teeth to get from Petunia. Pictures were scattered from their school days. Sirius had never been an absent part of this house. He was still her husband and still Elle's father. Regardless of what she'd spent so many years believing he'd done.

Sirius was looking at the pictures. She could only imagine what he was thinking. Time. He'd lost so much time. He was skinny. Far skinnier than he'd ever been before. She felt like she might break him if she touched too hard. He still looked like her Sirius.

"Hey," she said quietly and he turned sharply. "Remus went outside so we could--" he closed the space between them and pulled her as close as he could get her.

#marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius black x oc #sirius x reader #harry potter fanfiction #Sirius black daughter #ai art #art #midjourney #into the stars #Otp: Star wand

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queen-mihai · 4 months

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I wanna talk real quick about "capitalism is the problem"

First

Capitalism IS the problem

Problem is, I really don't love the implication that sentence has. That's what I'm gonna discuss here.

As usual, I'm gonna start with a story.

Imagine you have a job. A decent job that pays well. Well enough, in fact, that you're able to save up and buy a car new enough to still be within its warrantee period.

You don't even mind the constant phone calls, emails, letters, singing telegrams, and dream invaders "trying to reach you about your cars extended warranty"

One day you go out to your fantastic car and find it doesn't start. You step out to inspect and notice one of the wheels has fallen off. You look under the hood and the wiring harness is fried, and when you search on the internet what the problem could be, it turns out an important update was never done on your car which causes all these problems.

The car IS the problem.

Your boss calls you, you're not gonna say "the dealer didn't complete the TSB". You might not know what that means. Your boss may not know what that means. You're gonna say "my car broke down"

Do you scrap the whole car?

The damn things in warranty! Heck no you don't scrap the car. You pay the $75 to get it towed to the dealer and you get into the managers office to have a polite but firm conversation about the importance of following manufacturers recommended service bulletins, especially those regarding driver safety. Maybe you kindly remind him that the car has just been in for service where you paid them to complete all necessary services and now you have needed to take half a day off work. Maybe you FURTHER request, in your completely pleasant and patient tones, that they kindly provide you with a loaner car for the duration of time your car is needed in service. You're so patient and kind. Go you.

Now the car in this situation is DEFINITELY the problem. You could blame the service manager for not completing the service as recommended but there are probably a thousand other cars out there without that service completed and they're all running fine. They had no reason to believe yours would be the one that goes wrong.

This is where we're at with capitalism.

We know it's the problem. We can see the smoke coming from the hood and the wheel lying on the ground. Capitalism IS the problem.

Where I draw a distinction from many others who say that, though, is this:

Capitalism doesn't need a wrecking ball. It needs a maintenance team.

The problem is, the services and follow-ups just aren't being done. Oversight is being overlooked. The maintainers with the wrenches in their hands have their hands tied behind their backs because the managers decided it's cheaper to run a maintenance crew if they just stop breaking so many tools

Yes. Like your car, the system needs a major overhaul. Extremely important systems have been neglected for an extremely long time.

But scrapping the whole thing would be like taking your car to the dealer and telling them you'll walk from now on.

You still owe all the money that car costs. You're paying for it anyway. We're not going to get rid of capitalism

We need. To fix it.

How?

Regulations. Taxes. Eliminating fraud, waste, and abuse. BORING stuff. People who make decisions all day, listening to people who look at numbers all day. Doing the right thing for everybody not just themselves.

I'm in maintenance. Maintenance has been my mindset as long as I've been an adult. I know when a system needs work and when it needs to be scrapped. We're not gonna be a bartering economy. And if other countries have shown us anything, there's always gonna be some idiots who want to turn any attempt at communism or full socialism into oligarchy or kleptocracy. We have a system that, even in its current broken form, is keeping us (barely) from becoming a dictatorship. It doesn't need to be scrapped. It needs to be fixed.

You want a hero for the ages? Look away from superheroes. There's nobody for Batman to punch. We don't need the world's greatest detective. We need the world's greatest accountant.

You want a 3 letter agency that could save our country? Think less CIA. More IRS.

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proxis-shattered-expectations · 2 years

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Good day love, I just came back from brunch and slamming bottomless mimosas with my girls, and…the mimosas won 😳

And whilst I lay in bed contemplating my life choices and trying to keep my $20 dollar breakfast skillet down.

Got any headcanons or scenario for Strife and Fury and Reader getting White Girl drunk at brunch and War and Death having to deal with them?

Ah yes, Mimosas are all fun and good until one has a lil too much...they always win. Mayhaps a scenario this time around

Brunch of Mimosas

Third person’s POV

When Death had arrived to Y/N’s flat, he was expecting to see them along with the other siblings. All the while hoping the house is still intact due to the foreboding image of three horseman under one roof. To his surprise when he entered, one was there, the only one large enough to have trouble sitting on the couch. Perplexed, Death spoke up to grab his brother’s attention. “War, What are you doing here?”

Said nephilim snapped to attention at this, giving up on the furniture as he stood to his full height. “I would ask you the same, but it would seem for a similar reason.”

“Which is?”

With a gruff reply, War answered with a slightly annoyed expression, still glaring at the piece of furniture below. “Y/N is not here. They left a note pertaining to their whereabouts, so I intend to wait until they return.”

Nodding, Death glanced around the room with an almost thoughtful gaze. He dared himself to ask the obvious. “And what of the other two? I imagine wherever the human goes, Strife is sure to follow.”

War’s expression did not shift much at this inquiry, all he did was point to the counter. Ontop was a slip of paper, and as Death approached and carefully plucked it from the surface, his eyes skimmed the message written.

Got hungry while waiting, will be back after Brunch.

Sincerely, Y/N

P.S. Strife tagged along as well so if you wanna join, feel free to pop in at (Made up restaurant address)

Well that explains their absence...but what of Fury?

As if on cue, the telephone on the wall rang out with it's ear splitting symphony. The Sheer sound made both nephilim flinch as they whipped around to face the source. For a moment they stood there, letting it ring for a while until Death caved and went over. Tentatively, he remembered what Y/N would do to silence it, and slowly picked off the plastic contraption from its perch. Holding it close to his ear, he waited for an answer. Breathing could be heard on the other side with undiscernible background noise to muddy any sort of words to make out. Death was about to hang up until finally, the other person spoke in a voice that left him questioning why he had to be the one to pick up. “Hello hello, we’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty. Is this ‘Big red’?”

The overuse of a fake accent was strange, but the lilt and familiar drawl in the other’s voice gave it away. Death instinctively let out deep sigh as he answered in a deadpanned tone. “Strife, where are you and where is Y/N?”

An Immediate answer came when he heard Strife in the background go “Oh shit, it’s the Reaper!” Followed by a raspy laugh and another giggling, and he swore he heard the other whisper something about a prank call. The Old Nephilim almost facepalmed at this, and would have also missed the next person that sounded like Y/N’s voice, but it was light and buzzed by the sound of it as they tried to act serious. “I don’t know who this Strife is...but I will find you....and I will kill you.” And before he could retort, the other line hung up abruptly

The Impulse to crush the infernal device was tempting, but Death had better things to do than take it out on the communications box. War couldn't help but give him a questioning look as Death strode past towards the door. “Where are you going Brother?”

“To find our little wayward trio. It seems they can’t go anywhere without proper supervision.”

*At the Restaurant*

Death had seen many things in the multitude of worlds and eons he has lived through, and while War was the youngest, he certainly was no exception. But even the sight before them had left them stumped and without words.

The restaurant was mostly empty save for the waitress and barkeep, both of whom would not bother looking at the two nephilim, instead were currently transfixed on the lone trio in the back corner of the room. Death himself was almost afraid to approach.

Fury was currently sitting there, but from her slouched form laying her head on top of the table, it was hard to even tell if she was conscious due to how still she was. That in itself was shock enough. The other came in the form of Strife (No surprise), who was now standing in front of the wall with an apple on his head, struggling to keep upright and balanced. At the center of it all was none other than Y/N, also standing but holding what looked like a butter knife in their grasp as they held it upward. They were facing Strife, who called out in a blurry form of speech. “C’mon Y/N, you can do it!! I believe in you!!!”

Next to him, War’s eyes seemed to light up in pure shock, taking the incredulous sight in, and Death couldn’t blame him for the bewildered puzzlement. It’s not everyday you see Nephilim and a human wasted while attempting to play knife throwing, and before War could have a chance to speak up, Death stopped him as he quickly muttered. “No...I wanna see how this plays out.” Even if they were obviously drunk, Death was not about to let the opportunity of a butter knife hitting Strife in the eye pass up.

Both watched as Y/N wavered to the side a bit, and without missing a beat, flung the knife forward hoping to hit the fruit.

Needless to say, it didn’t.

With a metallic clang, it made contact with Strife’s chest plate and bounced off as it fell to the floor. Strife glanced at the failed attempt, and then back to the human with a slurred quip that followed. “Not bad for a first try....how about we try one of my knives...maybe it’ll stick better.”

Death couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle, half tempted to just let it happen until War saw the chance to say something before it got messy. “Strife, what in the Creator’s name are you doing?”

Both Strife and Y/N perked up at the voice, and quickly forgetting about arming the drunk human, Strife called out as he staggered towards the pair. “War! Yo you missed the party, it was just about to get good." Flailing limbs met with the immovable wall of War as one arm landed on his shoulder, holding himself up on unsteady feet. “My bro, you have got to try one of these My-mosies. Y/N said they are pretty good and DAMN, they are good!!”

Y/N giggled in a light hearted manner, adding drowsily. “It’s Mimosa, get it right bro.”

Strife put his other hand up in surrender as he struggled to say his next words, laughing at the cheeky response before Death finally spoke. “What happened to Fury then?”

Y/N quickly piped up as they started. “Well she came in a little later, and while we were eating I got some drinks after she said she was thirsty-”

Before they could finish, Strife interrupted with an excited tone to his voice. “She never had a Mimosa before, and I was already on my third so I gave her mine...Then I think it became a competition after a couple drinks? I think after the....” His words drifted off as he proceeded to count with his fingers, earning a concerned look from War. “Fifth? No...Tenth drink, she went to sleep...that was an hour ago.”

Strife still held onto War’s shoulder for support as he yelled across the room. “Yo Fury, ya dead?!”

A couple seconds passed without a word, but before they could fear the worst, the body shifted as an arm rose up, which proceeded to flip the bird as a coherent response. “Yeeeaaahhh...she’ll be fine.” Strife waved it off as he left War’s side, facing the eldest with an unnerving stare. “You know Y/N, I think I understand that saying now.”

“I said alotta sayings...which one?”

Strife poked a finger at Death, almost accusingly with confidence in his slurry voice. “The one where you get drunk until everything starts to look good....I think that’s happening right now cuz Death don’t look as ugly as usual.”

Y/N sucked a breath through their teeth as they tried to stifle a snort, but the silence from Death was starting to become concerning as golden eyes burned back at Strife. It wasn’t funny anymore. “War, drag him out of here before I render him unable to see anything for a long time.”

Needless to say, all three in question had a very fun time dealing with that hangover

Thanks for the ask and stay tuned!

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imhereforscm · 10 months

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Roasting the SCM gods

Disclaimer: I love all the gods and I don't genuinely think badly of any of them. These are all purely for fun💖

Leon:

• Animal control? Hello???

• You could call him a "dumb mammal" and it'd be scientifically correct, I guess.

• Don't be shy, take Karno out of friendzone.

• He wouldn't replace the toilet paper and I'm holding a grudge for that.

• His brain sporadically does a buzzing sound, he says something smart and then lets steam out of his ears, before shutting down again.

Scorpio:

• You can't threaten me AND sound sexual. Pick one!

• Just admit you're a switch, but you prefer the sub role, I won't judge you. Unless you're into it-

Teorus:

• You know that feeling when you look at someone and you KNOW they can't find the clit?

• Can't find the clit, but will find your heart, WHICH IS FAIR-

• Gets off to biology books.

Dui:

• I won't slander this one. Even I'm not strong enough for this.

• BUT I CAN SLANDER HIYORI FOR SLAPPI-

Huedhaut:

• Huedhoe

• Huedwhore

• The guy in a comment section who'd tell you: "google is free."

• He's the epitome of "I'm gonna put my cold feet on you."

Ichthys:

• Zyglavis probably sends letters home, telling his parents about him being suspended from the department of punishments.

• Where the fuck are the batteries? I'm interested...... For a friend....

• The one guy you don't want in your path when you're on your period. And he shouldn't want you in his either.

Karno:

• Oh, so, pinning for Leon, while being unaware he's also pinning is your brand!

• Must be odd to be in love with the man you're babysitting, because BOI IS HE HELPLESS.

• Has tried faith, reverse psychology, witchcraft AND blackmailing, yet the friendzone is not leaving.

Zyglavis:

• You remind me of half of the baggage I left in therapy.

• "Here to talk to you about your car's extended warranty." —His face just gives me that, idk

Aigonorus:

• This man is sleeping for the both of us.

• He's the amount of sleep I'm missing manifested into a person.

• An icon. An idol. I aspire to be him at night.

• Rude of him not to share with me.

• Where do you get so much inspiration to close your eyes and sleep??? Is it expensive for me to buy it too??

Krioff:

• Heating pad.

• He do be tryin'. But he do be failin'.

• You remind me of the other half of the baggage I left in therapy.

Tauxolouve:

• A two-week relationship, you say?? Sounds like the relationship I have with healthy sleeping patterns.

• "Draw me like one of your french girls."

• Don't let him watch "Titanic"

• Has Pinterest.

Partheno:

• Keeping Up With The Kardashians manifested into a person.

• That moment when I accidentally saved a sex song into my playlist of sad songs is basically his route in a nutshell.

• So do you like milfs??

#scm #star crossed myth #scm memes #star crossed myth memes #scm scorpio #scm leon #scm teorus #scm dui #scm huedhaut #scm ichthys #scm karno #scm zyglavis #scm aigonorus #scm krioff #scm tauxolouve #scm partheno #leon × karno #karno × leon #crab mom × minister simba

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pbandjesse · 4 months

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Today gave me a lot of stress!!! It wasn't all bad but man did it go off the rails.

I was fully planning on waking up and leaving here around 1130 to go to the volunteering we were supposed to do with camp. But pretty quickly after I woke up Alexi was texting the group to let us know that volunteering was canceled and asked if we could just come to work for a few hours.

No problem. I let Alexi know I could be in within the hour and she said she would see me then!

James made me a sandwich for breakfast and i got myself ready for the day. And while I ate my sandwich I worked on my knitting.

I left here and went to the car. I waited for the car to warm up a little. And then headed to camp.

This did not last long!!! I made it down the street when the car started freaking out and saying the car had low air pressure and it was so stressful. I called James and told them I was coming home because I didn't know what to do.

When I got back here James brought their pump down hoping it was just a weird leak. But no. There was a piece of wire stuck in the tire and it was hissing. I got really upset when James pulled the wire out and it started deflating and I was just like. We both have taken first aid!! You know not to pull out the thing!!! So then besides being upset about the wire I was also just super upset with James and I don't know why but tire stuff makes me freak out. My whole insides feel on edge and freaked out. Is it trauma from when our tire exploded?? No idea. But I was really upset.

I texted Alexi that James was calling AAA but I would probably not be able to come in. She said it was all good and it would be okay.

I immediately tried to cool down by grabbing my knitting and sitting in bed.

I just knit and knit and knit. I needed to knit approximately 9 feet to finish the blanket I'm making. And I would do that. Like. I was just so focused and I got it done.

James would call AAA and they would take 2 hours to come. We would have things to do though. The loan office sent us a to do list. And so we worked on that. One of the things we had to do was take a first time homebuyers class. And because we had so much time we were able to knock out the whole thing!

After the AAA came and put the soare on the car James would give me a kiss goodbye and headed to the dealership.

I worked on my blanket and sewed it and I am thrilled it is done. And I worked on painting a few more things on my fish plate. A pad of butter and some tomato slices. I'm very pleased with this project.

James made it to the dealership and it would take 3 hours. And they weren't able to patch the puncture and we needed a new tire. But because we have a warranty it was covered! Incredible.

But this would mess up the plans for our home inspection. James would not make it home in time to get me and get us over to Patterson. So we decided at 230 that I would take a Lyft there and when James was done at the dealership they would join me there.

And that would work out great.

I haven't taken a Lyft in years. But the guy who picked me up was very nice and his car had a fun red interior. It was a quick drive and I got out and was absolutely lost.

I didn't recognize anything. And I knew I was looking for a brick front with a black door but the one I was looking at was not correct. I was very frazzled. But then I realized I was just on the wrong side of the street.

I went over to the correct house and I was soon greeted by the inspector, John. He was so lovely! What a nice man.

And I felt very knowledgeable. We had so much to look at and so much to do. I took a million notes and pictures. He said I was the best flashlight holder and he wishes I was on every inspection. So I obviously got a good grade in home inspection.

We did find a few concerns but they were small or fixable. And I feel really good about everything. I even got on the floor with him to look into the crawl space and we found a book! Neat.

We were in the basement for such a long time. Like a full hour. But there was a lot to learn. I got to learn how to light the pilots on the hot water and the furnace. And I really enjoyed learning about how things can be fixed and how to care for the house.

I spent a lot of the inspection measuring things. Counting outlets. Taking notes and trying to learn as much as I could. It was honestly a lot of fun.

When James arrived we were in the kitchen. And they were very tired, just a bit zonked from the waiting at the dealership. But I was happy they were there. And I really appreciated that John never deferred to James. He really seemed to get that I was the handy one but also didn't dismiss me for the husband.

The kitchen was great. The electrical panel was very neat. The windows have tilt opening which is great for cleaning. The back "yard" which is just a cement pad, needs work. It's ugly. But that is okay! I want to add a privacy fence to the back and replace the backdoor for more light. Upstairs me and James discussed the demo of the wall I wanted and reassessed it to create a better storage closet and I'm really excited and think we have a great plan. And the inspector said it is not a load bearing wall. Incredible! That will make it a lot easier.

John would check all the waters and water pressure. And me and James decided we are going to use the front bedroom and when we eventually add a porch to the back bedroom we will move there. I think this is a good plan. I am really excited about this house.

And John made me feel really secure. He was not able to check the roof yet because he tried to use his drone to check it but the wind took out his drone and crashed it. I felt so bad about that!! But he said he will be coming back on Thursday to finish the radon test and will have a new drone and will try again but from the few minutes he was able to see it he did think it looked great. And he really said the house seemed great and he will have the inspection to us very soon. Amazing.

We left the house and I was in such a good mood. I was so excited. James and me would debrief, and discuss stopping at the grocery store on the way home.

We got to the grocery store and got eveything for my mashed potatoes for the camp party tomorrow. When we got home James jumped on a DND game with their friends and I would make my foods and it was a really nice evening. Doing some collection of links for things I would want to decorate. It was a really nice night.

My tummy hurts a bit. But I am feeling happy. Excited. More excited then I had been. It feels more real. And there are still things that can go off the rails for sure. But what if it didn't!!! This might be buying a house!!!

James just got done thier game and I am texting with Jess and am ready to go to sleep.

I hope you all are feeling happy tonight and are taking care of yourselves. I love you all. Goodnight!

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