#WHY did i give her ombre? WHY

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Checkmate - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: Smut

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Answer your fuckin phone.

She's been expecting his text message, to add to the half-dozen missed calls he's already deluged her phone with. His WrestleMania plans were thrown into disarray tonight and for some reason he thinks she has something to do with it.

Too bad she doesn't give a fuck what he thinks.

I'm calling you one more time. You better pick up.

So bossy. Always has been. But he knows damn well who the boss really is. When her phone springs to life again with his beautiful face snarling at her through the screen, she rolls onto her back with a heavy sigh, smooths down her oversized t-shirt and presses the green button, waiting to hear his deep voice on the other end of the line.

"What the fuck, Joy!"

Damn. Even when he's pissed, he sounds sexy as hell; it's the same menacing timbre he adopts when he's folding her up and turning her out. The memory makes her hot between her thighs.

"Reigns." Her voice is calm and steady despite the thumps of her heart, calling out to him even when she doesn't want it to.

"Why was Cody there tonight? Hmm?" he demands, his temper simmering beneath his words. "I coulda sworn he agreed to step aside for Dwayne. Why he change his mind? Did you have something to do with it? What'chu say to him, huh?"

She extends her left hand to inspect her ombre-colored acrylic nails. "Calm your tits. I don't control Cody's actions, I'm Smackdown's GM, not Raw's. He won the Rumble and he has the right to choose who he wants."

"Don't patronize me, Joy! Rock and I were a done deal!"

"You sound tense, Reigns. Paranoid, even," she smirks, "Worried you can't beat the American Nightmare a second time? Besides, you heard the fans...they wanna see you and him-"

"Bullshit!" he cuts her off. "This wasn't about no fans. You wanted this and I know why. You saw the pictures of me and Venita over Christmas and you been in your feelings ever since."

It's a predictable, childish response, and though there's some truth to it, she dismisses its immature delivery. "What you do with your bitch is your business. You are marrying her, after all," she says coolly, hearing him bristle at the other end.

"See? We ain't had a civil conversation since those photos got out. I know exactly how you feel about her, so tell me I'm lying."

"Don't ever question my ability to separate business from pleasure. You are walking proof of that," Joy warns him. "My problem is with you questioning my authority, with your silly little threats and your temper tantrums. You did it leading up to the Rumble and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. In case you forgot, I run Smackdown now. You work for me. The Mania match is scheduled, so your ass better show up in Philly, you understand me?"

A long, tense moment crawls by.

"Are you done?" he says, sounding bored.

"No. Whatchu gon' do about it?" Joy challenges.

"You looked hot as fuck in that dress tonight."

She rolls her eyes. Of course he deflects. But it's not going to work this time. She wants him to feel as frustrated as she has been over the last couple of months. "Ain't your fiancée over there with you?" she retorts, her tone clipped and snarky.

"She's in the Hamptons. And even if she was here, that ain't never stopped us anyways," he calls her out.

"Whatever." As flippant as she's tried to be about it, she is growing tired of the same old song and dance between her and Roman. She's allowed him to juggle her and Venita, and she blames herself for not leaving him alone when he chose to stay with her. Perfect, pretty little naive Venita. The IG influencer extraordinaire whose only two cares in life are her follower count and the picture-perfect aesthetics of the 'Roman & Venita' brand.

Whatever helps her sleep at night, I guess.

Joy had wondered just how perfect they really were the first time she saw the couple backstage in the Thunderdome, with Venita looking bored as hell the entire time she was there. It was clear that she had no interest in Roman's world, and Joy told him just that. Certain she would be fired on her first day for opening her big mouth, he had merely laughed and agreed, and it was then she found out she was his producer for the upcoming Bloodline saga. Onscreen, they created magic with the now legendary Tribal Chief storyline, but the magic they soon began making behind the scenes and between the sheets was even better and way too hot for TV.

She's never had time to be ashamed of inserting herself in someone else's relationship, mainly because her career has accelerated to the top of WWE's creative hierarchy. Plus, she's not about to give up such great sex, not with a stroke game that superb and a libido as high as her ambitions. Sometimes she wishes she doesn't have to share him, but she accepts that she can't have it all. After all, she already lords over the A-show as Smackdown's General Manager, meaning she is virtually unstoppable now, with money, power, and most importantly, the balls of the biggest star in the industry in the palm of her hand. Literally.

But he's pissing her off right now.

"Look, I want us to talk. Come see me." He's turned on the charm but Joy refuses to fall for it.

"What I want is an apology for your constant disrespect ever since I became GM," she replies, "I told you; I don't give a damn that we're fucking. Do not make an enemy out of me, Roman."

The Tribal Chief sighs heavily. "Look. You're right. Let me make it up to you. Come to my room so we can talk things out."

"No. You just want pussy."

"That too," he snickers.

Joy bites her lip as she idly circles her middle and ring finger over her pussy lips. She had no prior plans to touch herself, but listening to his deep, haughty voice has sparked a throbbing between her thighs that needs urgent attention. "Right. Well, I don't feel like leaving my room. This bed is way too comfy," she emphasizes.

"Mine is comfier. Are you alone?" he asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Woman, you better not be givin' my pussy to nobody else," he growls, making her laugh.

"You're hilarious. My pussy is mine and mine alone, no matter how good you beat it and eat it," she reminds him, her smile widening as she hears him taking deep breaths, trying to compose himself.

"I see that you get off on testing my patience. Does that turn you on, baby girl? Hmm? Does it make that pussy wet? I bet you wet right now." His voice drops an entire octave at that last part, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning when her slick honey pools around her fingers.

"I might be," she gasps.

"Then bring your ass over here and let me take care of it."

Joy huffs, determined to resist him for as long as she can. "I can take care of myself, Reigns. Matter of fact, I'm doing just that as we speak..."

"Aww, babe, don't be touchin' on my pussy without me," he grumbles. His frustration makes her grin in triumph. She holds all the cards and she's enjoying listening to him squirm.

"I wanna see you, beautiful. We ain't been together in so long. I miss you," Roman continues.

"Is that right?"

"Uh huh. Don't you miss me, Joy? Don't you miss this dick? It definitely misses you. Listen..."

The slippery, sticky sound that follows his words is unmistakable, and her heart pounds in her chest at his soft groan. The image of him lying in his bed, probably naked, jerking off to her, makes her stomach flip and her pussy spasm beneath her fingers. The tension crackles over the phone, simmering with the same intensity as though he were right there in person.

"Hear that, baby? That's how bad I need you. Come over." His silky-smooth whisper finally loosens the last thread of control she has held onto tightly up to this point. She knows that ultimately, she won't deny him...she never does because she can't, and he knows that.

"Gimme ten minutes," she relents.

"Make it five."

"I said, ten. Text me your room number." Cutting the call before he can respond, she leaves her bed and searches for a couple of accessories to wear. After a quick check in the mirror, she picks up her phone and sees he's already sent her his room number. The thought of what is about to transpire hastens her flight out of the room, the dead of night no match for her rapidly burning need for him. She has since accepted that she will always need him, too.

His door swings open seconds after she knocks, and a surprised yelp escapes her when he yanks her inside and tugs her flush against him. He is barefoot, in gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and shirtless to show off the majesty of his massive, inked chest. Joy meets his loaded stare head-on as he drinks in her own appearance. She is in one of his old Nike hoodies that she swiped from him and never gave back, with the open zipper in the middle showing the swell of her breasts underneath. Long pastel-pink stockings run up to her brown thighs with gray Crocs on her feet. As his eyes crawl hungrily up and down her frame, her body thrums with realization at just how hard he is, his sizable erection poking her lower belly. Despite their back-and-forth, it's no mistake that she intoxicates him, and that power thrills her.

"Like what you see, champ?" she asks, staring him down for his response.

Roman's moan is ragged as he clamps his huge paw around her throat and covers her mouth with his, and she instantly melts in his arms, her nerves alight from his touch. She is swept up in the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his taste that contrasts erotically with his aggressiveness and the eager, hungry flicking of their tongues as the kiss heats up. He feels wonderfully warm and smells incredible like he always does.

Reluctantly, his mouth retreats from hers and he tucks his face in the hollow of her neck. He nuzzles his cheek against her skin and inhales the fragrance he's missed so much, her hushed moan caressing the depths of his senses.

"You a vindictive little bitch, you know that?" he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her throat.

"Only when I wanna be," she hums, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You musta loved watching me lose my cool tonight," he adds, "I saw the look in your eyes on that stage when I got into it with those two bums. That shit turned you on. Your nipples were hard through your dress. And I'm sure that pussy was soaked."

Truth be told, seeing his cool calm composure collapse, with his long hair flying and cocky countenance as he talked shit to Cody and Seth, made her so wet she had to run into a restroom stall to take off her panties, forcing her to go commando for the rest of the night. She'll never admit it though; she never likes to give him the upper hand. "How do you know?" she challenges.

"Cuz I know you. I know everything about your body, sweetheart," Roman brags, "I know what you like, and I know you love testing me cuz it makes me wanna fuck the attitude outta you."

"So what are you waiting for?" She licks her glossy lips, full and pouting, goading him with her bedroom eyes. But the Tribal Chief can feel her body trembling, betraying her bravado. This time he has the upper hand and he plans to exploit it.

He pulls her hoodie over her head and his eyes immediately drop to the thin beaded belly chain adorning her slender waist, accentuating her delicious curves. Desire gleams in his brown irises at the sight of her bare breasts, the fleshy mounds popping out at him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmurs. He massages each one then leans down to lick and suck on them, his tongue and hands working together to pleasure her.

"Ooh, that feels good," she moans, placing her hair behind her ear to get a good look at him feasting on her nipples. Ever the multitasker, he grabs her white lace thong at the hem, yanking impatiently until it rips from her body. Joy bursts out laughing at his savagery. "I knew you was gon' fuck up my panties," she jokes.

"I replace 'em, don't I?" He abandons her breasts and kisses her again, this time sliding both hands down to her round backside and lifting her up to press her against the wall. The friction of their bare chests pressed together, nipples grazing, her legs wrapping around his waist and bringing them even closer, builds the desire. He grinds his throbbing hardness against the open heat between her thighs, and she gets him back by reaching inside his sweatpants and grabbing his dick, stroking the turgid flesh as it jumps in her grasp. "Mmm, baby you're so hard. Put it in me," she orders.

"Not yet," he cuts her off, his huge biceps flexing as he carries her across the lavish suite. "Come over here, you little slut. Come suck my dick in front of this great view of the Strip."

Next to the expansive window is an L-shaped sofa large enough for a good trip to Pound Town. As he takes off his pants, Joy can't stop herself from drooling at his towering form. Six foot three, bronzed Adonis with chocolate eyes, luscious hair, massive and muscled and all man, with a long, hefty cock pulsing between those powerful thighs. He looks like a demigod in all his glory, and she venerates at the altar of his beauty.

Roman settles himself at the other end of the sofa and eyes her down with a smug smirk. Tucking his hands behind his head, he spreads his legs. "Crawl to me," he commands, his smirk widening when she advances towards him on all fours. Joy is a work of art, with nicely sized titties, round hips, thick, mouth-watering thighs and ass and that fat pussy he dreams about at least once a day. Every part of her is real and silky soft to the touch. It's been years since he first tasted her, and he is still drunk off it. She is a potent drug he can't wean himself off of, and frankly, he doesn't want to. He loves Venita, but for all her prowess in bed, she does not possess a fraction of the wild thrill that encapsulates the woman before him. He wants Joy, needs her like he needs to breathe, and he always will. He will seek his fiancée's forgiveness when that day comes.

Joy slowly slithers up the length of his body, ignoring his erection for now as she straddles him and plants a long, wet kiss on his mouth, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the suite. Her hands caress the tight muscles of his body, having memorized all the spots that make his breath quicken and his pulse spike. He puts his hands on her hips, but she seizes them and pins them above his head without breaking stride, laughing when he moans out with frustration. She catches his tongue as it slides into her mouth, and she proceeds to suck on it, her head bobbing like she is sucking his dick. Saliva quickly gathers around their joined mouths as she feasts on only his tongue. It's the messiest, sloppiest, hottest kiss they've ever shared, and the tension is reaching fever pitch as a result.

"You want me to suck your dick like this, baby?" Joy asks. When Roman nods, she tugs his lower lip between her teeth. "Say it," she orders, her fingers digging into his wrists. Her hips are rolling too, moving in a seductive, serpentine dance that short circuits every fiber of his being. He can't move even if he wants to; his senses are pinned down to the bed along with his body. The Tribal Chief is helpless, forced to endure the sweetest agony, with the head of his dick grazing her wet slit and driving him insane. An uncharacteristic whimper deserts his lips as his blood pumps with agitation.

"Yes," he responds breathlessly.

"What's the magic word?" Joy presses. The mocking smirk gracing her pretty features should infuriate him, but it only arouses him instead.

"Please," he concedes, knowing full well that she will drag out the torture until he succumbs. With a triumphant smile and one more intoxicating kiss, she finally takes pity on him and makes the descent down his heaving body, soothing his butterscotch skin with soft kisses. As she nears his groin, his eyes squeeze shut, and he takes deep breaths to remain focused.

"You think you're in control, toying with two women's lives." Joy shakes her head. "Hell no. I'm in control, Roman. I own you. You're mine to do with however I want. And you know the best part?"

She closes her mouth over the tip of him, giving it a gentle suckle before driving home her point. "Deep down, you love that shit."

Roman merely grins. The power has shifted back in his possession and she doesn't even know it. He shows her when he strikes with lightning speed, grabbing her and twisting her around so her legs are on either side of his head. Stunned, Joy grabs his thighs to steady herself, as he's already grabbing handfuls of her ass while using his tongue to part her lower lips. Her body jerks from the warm fat wetness of his tongue lashing around her sensitive crevices, softening her up with his saliva. Heady with desire, she just lays there with his dick in her hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else but moan with pleasure.

A sudden, stinging smack on her left ass cheek jolts her back to earth.

"You gon' suck me off or what?" Roman demands impatiently before refocusing on his own task.

Regaining her senses, her mouth engulfs his length, her head bobbing with her wrist twisting around the base. She cups his balls and rolls them in her other hand, making him groan wantonly. Her mouth is warm and her pouty lips are tight around him, sliding up and down with her tongue trailing saliva along his hard flesh. He retaliates by spreading her pussy open and holding her down on him, sucking and licking her folds with rapid strokes and enjoying her sexy throaty sounds that mingle with the sloppy slurps of his mouth on her. The increased pressure on her sensitive pussy has her moaning and squirming against his face, which in turn floods his tongue with her taste. His appreciative groans while licking her in rhythm with her rolling hips sends shivers down her spine.

Mustering all the strength she possesses, Joy frees herself from his clutches and crawls back down his body, her juices smearing a slick trail along his torso as she guides his length inside her with impressive quickness. She moans out loud as he fills her, her head tipping forwards as his big palms paw at the supple flesh of her backside. Roman groans at the wetness that welcomes his dick as it disappears into the warm canal of her pussy. "Yeah, fuck me good, baby girl," he growls, slapping her ass in encouragement.

Holding onto his ankles, she rocks up and down his erection, winding her hips with each drop down to take him as deep as she can. His husky moans and his tight grip on her waist empower her. Joy seizes every chance she can to turn him into putty in her hands. Because the motherfucker never likes to relinquish control, always determined to break her down into submission; whether it's with his God-gifted tongue, or his huge hands choking her, or with that big ol' dick, fucking her against the wall of her office, bending her over the table in his locker room at TV, or making her ride him in the bowels of his private jet. It's fun taking control from him and showing him who's boss, on the job and especially outside of it.

"You love it when I ride this big dick dontcha? Got you deep in this pussy just the way you like it," she purrs haughtily, upping the ante by reaching down to grip his cock.

The Tribal Chief realizes she's on demon time to be stroking his dick while riding him. She looks so sexy on top of him, in them pretty waist beads and stockings. Her thick hips roll back lavishly, her even thicker ass presses down on his pelvis, grinding and twisting and nudging him all the way up in her creamy pussy. Damn. He loves the way she fucks him. Baby girl has mad skills and a juicy pussy, and he is glad to be the one she uses them on. "Go faster, baby. Bounce on my dick," he cajoles, massaging her ass cheeks and groaning softly when she obeys, "Uh-huh, just like that, babe, unnnh..."

She can almost see the look of pleasure on his face. She can definitely hear him as he tugs at the soft flesh of her butt, lost to the depths of her warm wetness, in the erotic sounds of their sex noises and their slapping skin filling the big room as she bounces on his dick. Another moan escapes her, her head tilting back as he angles his hips to make his dick reach that oh-so-sweet spot inside her. He smacks her ass again, earning yet another whimper from her lips as her juices trickle down his length down to his balls. Her thighs are starting to burn from her efforts, but she can't stop, not when she's so close...

"Uhhhn baby, I'm comin'," she gasps, leaning back to rest her hands on his chest as she gyrates her ass on him. Roman's breathing is as heavy as hers, his fingers digging into her hips to steer her movements. The sensations are overwhelming as her walls contract around him, her pussy moistening as she leans forward again and rides him even harder. Seconds later, a flooding orgasm bursts inside her with such power that it wracks her entire body with tremors. Through the thick fog of numbing pleasure, she hears Roman's surprised grunt as her cum leaks all over his groin area.

"Damn baby, you nuttin' all over me. I knew you been needin' this dick," he taunts her.

Truth be told, she wasn't expecting to come this hard, but fuck it always feels so good when she does. "Oh my god," her voice trembles, her hand clutching the headrest to keep from collapsing in a heap.

Roman spanks her again. "I ain't tell you to stop. Keep goin'..."

"Hol' up, you got me shakin' so much," Joy groans, her thighs still quivering. He is still deep inside her, his dick throbbing impatiently inside the warmth of her tight walls.

"If I take this shit over, you won't be able to walk in the morning, that's a promise," he threatens.

"Then quit talkin' and do that shit," she bites back, glaring at him over her shoulder.

"A'ight then." He pulls her backwards on top of him, with her back to his chest. He grabs her legs and holds her up by her knees, thrusting upwards into her, reveling in her surprised yelp that quickly dissolves into loud moans. This new position feels so good that she's whining and making noises that only seem to turn him on as he strokes in and out of her pussy from underneath, making her body react and remind her exactly why she's not leaving his trifling ass anytime soon.

"Uhnnn yes, Roman, fuck me," she whimpers over and over, her mind spiraling, her eyes rolling back. He is relentless, pulling her legs further back and pounding her faster, sparking another intense orgasm. She squirts so hard that she's left dizzy and boneless, causing her to slip off his sweat-slick body, a shivering crumpled mess. She curls up into a fetal position and gives in to the intense euphoria of her release. With a proud snicker, the Tribal Chief caresses all over her body, then rolls her onto her stomach, spreading her thighs to observe the damage he's inflicted on her pussy.

"We ain't finished," he informs her, tapping his hard, slickened dick against her soaked, puffy folds. She tenses and arches her back on instinct, anticipating his invasion. He smiles behind her, grabs her hips, and drags her limp body up and onto his hard, waiting dick. The moans they exhale together is a symphony that serenades the pair as he continues his hard, deep thrusts. With her hips in the air and her backside in his calloused palms, she is at his mercy yet again, and her vision swims at the feeling of him practically in her spine. She knows just how deep that big ass dick of his can get inside her, but it never fails to wipe her mind blank when it does.

"Oh, fuck," she mumbles into the couch, her face sinking further in it as he drills into her hard and rough. It hurts so good that it's quite literally taking her breath away. "Shit, fuck Roman, wait, wait," she pleads, reaching behind to push his thigh and forcing him to halt his movements.

"Too much?" he asks, laughing as he presses gentle kisses along her spine, feeling her body shiver from the contact. "That's what you get when your pussy is so good. You was talkin' all that shit earlier, best believe I ain't lettin' up, baby girl. Who owns who now, huh," he says, swatting her ass and starting again.

"You're a cocky asshole," she moans shakily, defiance swirling in her lust-filled gaze.

Roman's smirk is diabolical and panty-wetting. "And don't you forget it. Now shut up and take this dick."

Joy winces as his hand curves around her throat, the other clutching her lower hip as he fucks her prone body into the sofa. She clings to the cushions and her sanity with everything she has, tears filling her eyes as he pummels her with hurried, lethal thrusts, making her ass jiggle and her pussy drip some more as she's dragged dangerously close to the precipice. He pushes the arch out of her back and flips her around, sliding right back inside before she can regain her bearings and dropping his body weight on her. His intoxicating cologne surrounds her as their mouths crush together in a hungry, toe-curling kiss. Incoherent moans leave them both as he rolls his hips against hers, nestling his dick right there, eking a sob out of her as she falls apart again.

"Aww, f-f-fuuuck..."

"I know baby, I know it feels so good," He kisses away her tears and then her cheek, his fingers curling over her breast in a light squeeze which in turn squeezes her walls around his pounding thrusts. "Mmm, this pussy so tight and wet. Keep comin' for me, baby, gimme all that nut."

His sultry command sends another wave of pleasure crashing into her like one of his trademark Spears, and her jaw drops from the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching painfully around his dick. Her pitiful moans that she struggles to muffle against his tattooed shoulder are music to the Tribal Chief's ears as his own body is moments away from the same fate.

"Shit," he groans gruffly, shuddering breaths tearing from his lungs as his balls tighten and his strokes become sloppier, heavier, "Fuck, I'm boutta buss..."

Joy lifts her left leg up and rests it on his shoulder, digging her other heel in his lower back to pull him in deeper and finally take him down. She runs her hands all over his sides, his back, his ass, her moans mingling with his as his hips snap harder and faster. Their foreheads touch, and a devilish smile forms on her face at the helplessness in his glazed eyes, licking his lips in between throaty gasps of pleasure. She has him right where she wants him. "There you go baby, pound that fuckin' pussy, fill it up," she coaxes.

"Unhhh, shit," Roman's whines disintegrate into a whimpering cry as his big body trembles viscerally against her own. Joy's toes curl as he lodges his dick all the way inside her, making her feel each throbbing spurt of his warm seed spilling generously in her pussy. She never minds him coming inside her; her IUD is always in place, mainly for his benefit and hers. His deep, sexy grunts as he rides out his nut with stuttered ruts of his hips wash over her, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed for him.

Kissing her leg and letting it down, Roman finally pulls his dick out with a hiss and strokes out the rest of his cum onto her softened, battered pussy lips. Joy stares dazedly at the ceiling, her body humming from the last vestiges of her orgasm and a touch of pain. She feels his big arms slide around her waist and draw her in so their lips meet, savoring their collective taste with their tongues as they bask in the afterglow. He takes her arms and winds them around his neck before picking her up, transferring her from the sofa to the king-sized bed a couple of feet away. He lays her carefully on the bed and sits at the edge, watching her snuggle against the soft sheets and pillows with a satisfied sigh. The outdoor lights peeking through the window cast a glittery shadow over her nude body, making her look even more beautiful. And speaking of beautiful...

"I got you something," he announces, taking a small gift box labeled Van Cleef & Arpels sat on the nightstand and handing it to her.

"What's this?" she questions, slowly sitting up.

"Just a lil' sumn I thought you'd like," he simply shrugs. "Open it."

Eyeing him suspiciously, she unties the ribbon at the top of the box and removes the lid. Nestled in navy-blue velvet are an eighteen-carat yellow-gold Alhambra bracelet and matching earrings. She wishes she disliked the warmth that blooms inside her at the sweet gesture. She meets his eyes, noting his cocked eyebrow and cocky smirk as he gauges her reaction.

"This a good enough apology for you?" he asks.

Joy smiles gratefully and kisses his lips. "They're beautiful. But I keep telling you, you don't have to buy me anything," she says.

"Well, I want to. Sue me." He goes quiet for a few seconds, contemplating his next words. "You got tickets to the SuperBowl, right? Let's go together. We can hang out in my skybox."

"And have people talk about us? We got reputations to uphold. And what about Venita?"

"She'll be there. She's still clueless about us. And I told you, ain't nobody gon' say shit. Between your lawyer and mine, all them NDAs are water-tight." When he speaks again, his voice is much softer. "I just miss spending time with you. I miss when we weren't at each other's throats like we are these days."

"That's only cuz you make my job harder, Reigns," she points out, scooting over when he rolls into the bed and sits up against the headboard next to her.

"And you, mine. But despite all of that, I would do anything for you. You know that, right? That's why I agreed to that damn match. For you," he adds, biting his lip as he caresses her chin and gazes tenderly at her. Joy feels her heart flutter as his chocolate-colored eyes gleam with that familiar, intense passion that the two of them have been sharing for almost four years now...

"You're so cute when you get all soft and sweet on me, champ," she smiles, leaning in for another kiss that lingers pleasantly this time. It's little moments like these that try to con her, even to this day, that their affair has veered towards the romantic side. She thanks the cynical businesswoman in her for swiftly kicking that childish notion to the curb every time the delusion attempts to rear its ugly head.

Their embrace is interrupted by the grating sound of his phone vibrating, forcing him to pull away from her with a tired sigh. On the nightstand, a text message with Venita's name lights up his phone screen.

Countin the minutes till I touch down in Vegas 🥺😍 Can't wait to see you again! Love you Baby Boo 😘

"Aww, poor baby," Joy's giggle is dark and mocking as she looks over Roman's shoulder. Snatching the phone out of his hand, she opens up the message and begins typing.

"Don't start no shit, now," he sighs, but makes no move to stop whatever havoc she's causing through his device.

"Relax, Baby Boo," she teases, pressing Send and holding his phone up to his face to show him her response.

I'm waiting for you babe. Can't wait to see you 😍 Love you sm.

"See? I was nice," she says, putting away his phone and climbing on top of his big body.

Roman rolls his eyes and runs his hands along her thighs. "I guess I should thank you, then?"

"Oh, no need to thank me. I'm just being a good, caring boss," she replies, bending to kiss his lips, trailing her tongue along his bearded jawline and tasting her dried juices. "You're my star employee, so it's important that I always give you what you need. And I always give it to you, don't I?"

Roman groans into her mouth as she kisses him harder, her dainty fingers stroking his dick which immediately pulses in her grasp as though it hasn't been touched all day. "Yeah, you do," he rasps, his body heating up as she starts to descend on him. "Oh shit, baby, you feelin' generous tonight..."

"Mmm, more like selfish..." She sits all the way down with a gasp, making both their hearts race with each twitch of his cock inside her. "Cuz I want that dick again, and I'm taking it..."

She is already moving, hunched over him, her titties in his face, sucking them both back into that sensual place of pleasure they like to visit together. He answers to her, in more ways than one, and he won't have it any other way. "Anything you want, boss. Anything you want," the Tribal Chief croaks out, allowing himself to sit back and enjoy the ride, quite literally.

THE END

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[ask-noonescity]

( @ask-the-traveling-merchant ) Akiro @ Lady Ombre: “You said other Pokemon do not like hybrids, nor this job that you hybrids do… why is that, exactly?”

She thought a bit to herself while petting the plush toys back weirdly the creature purred, perhaps it liked actual affection? No one knew, she finally gave a heavy sigh

"By society loves them I mean they are prioritized - they get goods jobs, dont get slandered for their looks as species - they are consider perfect,popular succesful…" she did a small hand gesture as she chuckled "You know the all too perfect life and creature" She paused thinking to herself before adding quickly "The so called shiny pokemon get a little bit of a kick but still are treated much more fair and nice…"

Lady Ombre paused almost thinking to herself as she began again speaking "The ones who were born with less traits of second parent…probably can escape the judgement quite easily while others…wouldnt be" she leaned into her chair thinking "Ones with heavier traits will be bullied about their looks - not allowed to work in higher managements for better pay so they dont ruin the image…" she let out a deep sigh from telling all the problems that rise in the city before shrugging "You could try reporting all the abuse to higher ups but i wouldnt be surprised how much itll be ignored, as beautiful and lively this city is…its very corrupted…"

"You can give up here on the big dreams of a successful job - warm cozy home or normal functional family - its ironic because a hybrid is someones love being tossed around and broken until the point that they will turn into a shadow pokemon." "You could slightly get away with it shapeshifting - but you wont last long because the pokemon forms are used in passports, can come use at work or any life situation...so sooner or later everyone will know..."

"THEN the world loves and adores you - sees you sooo brave to be a celebrity while your fellow creatures just like you get treated awfully"

"Black Spade company takes in hybrids and cursed pokemon - basically everything society sort of ignores?" she explained lightly "All that reputation follows companys back, funny enough its also because of the fact we kill and get rid of shadow pokemon from streets keeping everyone else safe" She shrugged to her own sentence clearly not effected by her job "Its cruel but we dont want shadow pokemon eating anyone do we? There isnt anymore a choice of purification..."

@ask-the-traveling-merchant

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[sassyduckqueen]

Spoilers for the Anatisverse Specials below

So we've all seen the images of Shadybug and Claw Noir and so I thought it was time to post my designs for the reverse Au verisons of Anatis and Lady Noire. I did actually draw these up before I saw the designs for Shadybug and Claw Noir.

So we are. We have Brumus and Lady Ombre.

Starting with Brumus, he is named and designed after the Brumus quadripustulatus beetle, a type of Ladybug that is toxic. Hence why i thought it was the perfect name for him. Personality wise, he is calculating and apathic but with a good amount of charm. Unlike some villains who misuse the miraculous, he does actually respect Tikki and treats her nicely. He's not stupid enough to disrespect a god

Now for Lady Ombre. Her name literally means Lady of Shadows which I felt was fitting for her. Her outfit is designed to looked cracked but her miraculous isn't actually damaged. I also brought in more green to give her a toxic kind of feel. Personality wise, she is still very playful but is drawn to chaos. Think a bit similar to Harley Quinn just less annoying. I'm debating on her originally been a hero and been chosen to fight against Brumus but he convinces her to join his side instead. Let me what you think to that. Oh and I will probably update her personality once I know what Shadybug and Claw Noir are like.

Anyway I'm very happy with these :D

#luka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #lukanette #rise of anatis #Rise of Anatis reverse au #black cat marinette #marinette dupain cheng #pro lukamari #lady noire

[highladyluck]

Season 2, Episode 4 Liveblog

Teaser:

Selene is so sanguine about her entire livelihood going up in smoke! It’s almost like this has happened before

Werewolf Perrin rumors have been crushed!

The problem with the Forsaken Ski Chalet is that there’s a Myrdraal infestation in the basement

It is a personal insult that the subtitles just say [chanting] when Ishy is clearly dialing up Lanfear (also if anyone can overwrite the audio for this scene with the dial-up modem sound I want to see the clip)

DARK PROPHECY IS A GO

Awww she’s an amateur artist

Dollars to donuts that ‘older sister’ is an Aes Sedai

It has to be so painful coming back home

Selene is so sanguine about her entire livelihood going up in smoke! It’s almost like this has happened before

How long, Selene? Exactly how long has it been?

I’m gonna need fanart/fanfic of the Forsaken Ski Chalet up near Kinslayer’s Dagger

Awwwwwwwwwww

The Accepted sleeves look AWESOME I know I keep saying that but it’s true! They’re little embroidered ombre flames

Alanna is like ‘I don’t do therapy, I only do sex advice’

Hmmmmm, that doesn’t sound like stilling aftermath, another point in favor of ‘shielded’

It’s good that they are namedropping Cads this early; she came out of nowhere in the books.

DARK, Alanna. Also I bet I know what that change in Moiraine was; the timeframe is right for it to be when Gitara died & she got her quest.

Moiraine is on the case!

Ooooooooooooh this is going to be FUN

DAMN so that’s why she wanted that specific red wine. This feels very on par with the books- Moiraine a step behind but trying desperately to stay in the loop and get Rand what she thinks he needs

Moiraine, damn

Yeah, no point letting him destroy himself until all value has been extracted from him :/

Elayne like ‘she’s been promoted’ lmao she would think it was just that

Oh Egwene, you have not even begun to feel like shit

Ooooh someone gave Liandrin her marching orders

FORESHADOWING

Awww it’s Hopper! Hi Hopper

Werewolf Perrin rumors have been crushed! It’s ok he is a werewolf in my heart, the way Rand is a ghost in my heart and Mat is a vampire in my heart. And by ‘in my heart’ I mean ‘in the subtext’

Huh, interesting thing with the visions

Perrin like ‘excuse me, why did I not get an instruction manual and personal tutoring, this is a shitty apprenticeship so far’

None of the Tower’s fucking business honestly (this is also why info about the Power doesn’t get shared but whatever)

Lmao Selene you lie about more than that

Her face when Rand says ‘you’d be surprised’ lmao, that’s a Lanfear Face (TM)

Oh honey you haven’t even broken the world yet

“[dice rattling]” IT’S MY BOY!!!

Is Min gonna have Mat kidnapped by the Seanchan and taken to Falme? I am INTRIGUED

I’m glad the show explores the rift in families created by the long lives of Aes Sedai

Liandrin says ‘Rescue mission! You love a rescue mission!’

Alanna does not like Dark Prophecies written in blood, I guess?

Ooooh there’s that Damodred spirit (political maneuvering)

“This is my room.” - Elayne

“didn’t ask, don’t care” - Nyneave

Egwene no no no you already have enough trauma you don’t need to go to Falme

Uh oh, always a bad sign when Ishy shows up in your dreams (I love that the non-ta’veren are getting Ishy dreams!) also at this point it should be obv to everyone that Liandrin is bad news bears, even if you missed the lying

Oooooh interesting, what IS In Cairhein?

The problem with the Forsaken Ski Chalet is that there’s a Myrdraal infestation in the basement

Lmao like she didn’t know

Selene doesn’t know anything about being seen as a monster, nope

Oh ok that bit about her soul is great

Rand is vanilla

What the hell

Wow that is the most awkward thing I can imagine happening between Rand and Moiraine, you’re gonna give him a complex about… killing… women… I see

I cannot wait to see Lanfear do some horror movie shit

YEAH

AVI NEXT EP!!!

#wheel of time #wot on prime #wot book spoilers #wot on prime s2 #WoT on prime spoilers #WoT on prime s2e4

[steamworksfairy]

Random Headcanons For The Arcobaleno

As we all know the Arcobaleno are the best in their respective fields. However, I like to consider what random thing(s) they could be good at that isn't necessarily related to their field of work.

Fon- I wana say he can gamble really well as I think it'd be funny. Just imagine how upset Viper would be if they ever found out the guy who hounded them for being too greedy was just randomly really good at gambling! 🤣

Reborn- It might be considered unoriginal, but I feel like he'd be good at something like an instrument. Mostly, the violin, trumpet, or else cello. He just gives off those vibes.

Verde- He can dance! Like really well, actually. I mostly see him doing things like ballet, ballroom dancing, the waltz, tango, and the samba. Maybe hiphoo as well-Look. He can just dance, okay?! It's not really evidence, but I think this headcanon of mine has a smidge of credence as he did that cute little dance in that one anime episode. It was filler but still-

Bonus- 20yl both Verde and Mukuro will dance the samba together. Or maybe it's 10yl and Verde has figured out how to reage himself and his fellow Arco to their precurse ages? Both are separate aus I guess

Lal- Nails. I can't even explain why or how I arrived at this. I just think she is really good at painting nails and doing nail art. She doesn't really get to show off her skills often (her nails get ruined too easily at her job), but when she does, it's always mind-blowing. She's painted things like sakura, koi, dragons, etc. on Fon's nails dozens of times. Skull is always begging her to give him some wicked punk style acrylics with studs and the likes. And Reborn? He's a simple man who just wants a clear coat and a French tip. Viper doesn't often ask (they can just mist some stellar nails into existence), but when they do, they usually tell Lal to surprise them. Colonnello only asks for fun/to spend some relaxing quality time with his fiancee, and he always asks for something blue. She's done simple plain blue nails, ombre, marble, and more on 'Nello in the past. It always gets chipped by the next day, but neither really care all that much. For them it was about spending time together. Verde...idk I don't think Lal's ever done his nails. Not because he wouldn't want her to, but just neither have asked. Perhaps they are too shy? *shrugs*

Colonnello- The dude can sing! He mostly does it in the shower. Sometimes, there will be a few Arco pressed against the bathroom door listening to him as he belts some rock song from the 80s. He can totally hit those Areosmith notes!!!

Viper- I feel like Viper could do stuff like knit, crochet, sew, embroidery, and even beading. They feel crafty like that, and you better believe they are skilled!!! They have an old cloak from their childhood just full of gorgeous embroidery. They also buy yarn at discounted prices when there's a sale so they can make people hand knited and crocheted items. A lot of the times, the Arco and Varia will go to them to patch up holes in their clothes. There is always a price! But it's worth it to see Viper's embroidery work. That's just how they patch up holes more times than not.

Skull- Idk, my ideas are pretty basic with Skull right now. He's good at makeup, cooking/baking, and he definitely has a good fashion sense that he never gets to show off often due to always wearing his leather jumpsuit.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr arcobaleno #katekyo hitman reborn verde #khr verde #khr reborn #khr skull #khr fon #khr lal mirch #khr colonnello #khr mammon #khr viper #khr arco/arco #random headcanon #I have so many #mainly for Verde

[jestersnonsense]

"Grim Grinning Ghosts Come Out to Socialize"

Hello Haunted Mansion fandom! I drew some of my favorite happy haunts! I hope you like them as much as I do. I'm very excited to draw more ghosties in the future. But for now, look upon my creation!

Artist Notes Under the Cut:

I drew Hatty first, so that's why he's a little closer up than the rest. I intended for him to look short, and everyone else is supposed to be much taller. But when I drew their heads higher up I didn't quite get it to the same scale. So we'll just say that since Hatty's hunching over all the time he's just sitting up closer to whoever is doing their portraits lol

I based Emily's appearance on both the Tokyo bride and the Beating Heart Bride replica made by brandon.hardy.art on TikTok. The replica bride in particular had this ombre color effect in the hair that I thought made her look really cool and ethereal, so that's why her hair looks like that. I drew her expression to be kinda spaced out here, but I imagine Emily to be a more bubbly character. So I thought giving her a slightly more colorful look would suit her.

Hatty might be my favorite, but Ghost Host was definitely the most fun to draw. Maybe because I'm just used to drawing skinny guys lol. He has a very unique nose shape I've never drawn before, and I like the swooping motions I can do with his noose.

After reading the Ghost Gallery, I got the impression that Ezra was a sleazy, flirty type of character. He feels like the kind of guy to make a total fool of himself because he thinks he has rizz when he really doesn't. So I tried my best to convey that with his expression. I wanted to him to look like he's trying to rizz you up to convince you to let him follow you home XD

Since Hatty and Ezra use the same head mold, I wanted to make sure they looked distinctly different from each other. I notice in a lot of official art that Ezra's hair tends to look square (if they give him any hair at all lol). So I gave Hatty longer hair while Ezra's is shorter and puffier. I also gave them different eyes, with Ezra's being inspired by how @ whatwouldwaltdo would draw him in their old asks.

Very glad I colored this digitally. Normally I'm a traditional artist and I did the sketch for this piece traditionally. But I wouldn't have been able to give them the "ghostly glow" if I had gone the traditional route, and I think it looks really good on them.

#the haunted mansion #haunted mansion #hatbox ghost #beating heart bride #attic bride #ghost host #hitchhiking ghosts #ezra the skeleton #ezra the hitchhiking ghost #ezra dobbins #ezra beane #disney #fanart #my posts #artofthejester

[practickles]

This was an anonymous request that I lost the original ask for, but to whoever sent that: I hope this is to your standards. I was so so happy to see it when I got it: ler!An and lee!Akito have my whole heart, especially together. Sorry about the delay getting this out. Enjoy!

Failed Tests and Ler-ned Lessons

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: Akito Shinonome

Ler: An Shiraishi

Ambiguous AkiAn

Warnings: Tickles, being "trapped" (he could easily get out of it if he wanted), tickles under a shirt

Summary: While Akito is moping, An makes a certain discovery and proceeds to take full advantage of it.

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Akito shoved open the door to the Weekend Garage and made an immediate beeline to his usual spot at a table in the corner, away from most of the other patrons. He threw himself into the booth, set his backpack onto the floor, moved close to the wall, and put his head in his arms on the table with a loud huff. Unusually unaccompanied by Toya, who had volunteered to stay after school for library duty, insisting Akito go ahead without him, he was alone at the table to wallow in his own personal pool of irritation. And with both Toya and Kohane at school activities, and An at work (if you could call bouncing around the cafe making idle chatter with customers “work”), the executive decision had been made to push Vivid Bad Squad’s practice back an hour that day, meaning Akito was well and truly undistracted from the situation he had put himself in. 

That was until a certain ombre haired waitress, likely with little intention to actually serve him, approached the table.

“Hey Akito! What’s going on? You seem upset about something,” An asked, cheerful as ever, but not without an air of genuine concern. 

Without even looking up, Akito wordlessly reached into his bag, yanked out a piece of paper as if it had personally shoved him to the ground and spat on him, and put it face up where the number circled in bright red pen was clearly visible to her.

Upon seeing the torn and crumpled test flipped onto the table, An, ever sympathetic and merciful in all things Akito, laughed right into his face, her previous concern melting away in an instant. 

“Ohoh my god Akito, not even I did that bad. Seriously. What even happened?” She slid herself into the booth next to him, making it clear she had no plans of leaving anytime soon. 

His face went slightly red in embarrassed frustration. “I don't know! Stop laughing at me, you jerk. I don’t even know why you care so much about how I did on some damn test.” Akito lifted his head only to cross his arms and slump his shoulders, sparing a sharp glare for the girl at his side. 

"I'm just saying you get the grade you study for," An smiled teasingly. “Assuming you did any studying.”

Akito only sighed. Why in the world did he decide to talk to her of all people? She was just as bad as he was about grades, he just happened to get unlucky this time. "Yeah, and you're one to talk. How about you pick up a book yourself, you hypocrite." He mumbled bitterly. 

An gasped, still not letting up on the mocking. "That's a big word, Akito! I'm surprised you know what it means. Toya teach it to you?" That infuriating grin was still spread wide across her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“If you’re here just to be an ass, leave me alone,” Akito snapped. He put his head back down with an audible thump. 

Her face softened slightly, sensing she was putting salt into something of an open wound. “Alright, alright. I’ll give it a rest for now. But only because someone,” She gave a firm poke to his side to accentuate her words. “Can’t take a little teasing.” 

Suddenly, he jolted up straight and made a strangled sort of squeak at the action, a reaction unexpected from both of them. Akito’s eyes widened as he realized what had just happened. The electric shock sent though his body made it hard not to let the sides of his lips quirk into a small smile. It was truly a wonder he could still maintain his annoyed scowl.

She looked confused, as if Akito had presented her with one of the problems on the pitiful test still sitting in front of them. “Wait. What in the world was that?” She asked, before poking the spot again.

This time, the smile was not so easily kept at bay. Additionally, to the horror and mortification of the boy in question, a small, breathy giggle came with it. He was frozen in an odd combination of nervousness and chagrin. 

In contrast, An looked like a little kid on Christmas morning at the new discovery. “Akito~?”

“Shut the hell up right now.”

“Are you ticklish?” Her grin split her face. They both knew the question was pointless: An already knew the answer.

“I said shut up!” He flushed and noticed immediately that he had no viable escape. He was trapped in the booth with his attacker blocking the only possible exit. Moving closer to the wall would only leave him less room, moving towards An was an obvious no, and there was no way he’d fit if he tried to duck under the low table. 

Shit. There was no way out of this, especially given An’s expression of pure glee and determination. 

“Ohh, but I think you’re gonna shut up first.” She smirked and used both hands to continue to poke, now with intention, right into his side. 

“Pft-! Ha! An-!” With every poke, Akito breathed out a noise halfway between a squawk and a snort. He couldn’t help but make an attempt to escape the touch and wiggled backwards until he felt his back press against the cool wall. 

An followed him effortlessly, poking and prodding at his side and cooing at the odd sounds he was making. “Is someone a little too ticklish? Hm? Can someone not sit still and take his tickles?” 

“Na, not -shihit!- not fuhuhcking ticklish!” He clearly was trying to sound threatening and aggressive, but wholeheartedly failed as giggles overtook his words and shook his shoulders.

“I don’t know. You seem pretty ticklish to me. Maybe it’s just your sides that ‘aren’t ticklish’?” An drew out her words with a high pitched lilt that drove Akito all the way up the wall and back. She knew full well what she was doing to him. His rosy cheeks and ears, though turned away from her, were still visible enough to provide a plethora of evidence of just how bad this got to him. Her poking traveled up to his ribs, carefully placed between the bones. 

Squeaks and soft squeals joined the assorted symphony that was Akito’s poorly stifled laughter. He didn’t even bother talking again, for if he did, he knew any hopes of getting a grip on himself would be fleeting faster than they already were. God, was she seriously trying to kill him? Every touch pushed him further past the point of return and closer to giddy helplessness. At this rate, he didn’t know if the embarrassment or the effort of holding back would kill him first. 

The pokes were maddening, even through the protective layers of his shirt and jacket. It was impossible to tell where he’d next feel the intense sensation. Sometimes An would even poke and let it linger a little longer with a slight wiggle of the offending digit, just to see Akito’s shocked expression. 

“Yep!” An said with a particularly severe wiggle. “Definitely ticklish! Why’d you never say anything? I don’t know why you’d feel the need to hide something so adorable, Akito-!” Her words seemed sweet and complementary on the surface, but he could see right through her ruse to the agonizingly patronizing intention behind it. 

“Dahamnihit! EE! Yohou’re so fuhucking embarrassing!” He squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to ignore the teasing and keep up his tough persona, no matter how shattered it already was. His body, however, had different plans as it betrayed him with every jerk, sound, and smile he made at the gentle touch.

An giggled at the outburst, further erupting Akito’s face into flames. “Well maybe you’re too easily embarrassed. It's just a little tickling. This is just exposure therapy.” 

“Wahait! NahAHA!” His volume suddenly spiked in response to another one of An’s wiggles to his ribs.

She stopped for only a moment to figure out what she had done, eerily similar to the way Akito’s torment had gotten started in the first place. She moved her finger experimentally around in an attempt to recreate the reaction. She went back and forth across the area that had triggered it, following the natural curve of the ribcage. 

To Akito, this was somehow worse than the actual tickling. Knowing she was wandering around as he was helpless to stop her. Stubborn as An could be, she wouldn’t stop until she had her answer. She was just being so… delicate right now. Why couldn’t she get back to tickling him already? Wait. No. No. No. He was not going to start thinking thoughts like that. 

She mumbled mostly to herself (and if it made Akito just a bit more flustered, that was for him and him only to know), “What was it? Wait. Maybe.” Her wiggling changed again, now going up and down his ribs and falling gently into the small divots between them like a cloth to a washboard. 

“EHEHA! AHAN!” Akito shook his head back and forth, barely putting a dent into the wave of ticklishness he was feeling. 

Bingo.

Abandoning the poking, An opted to lightly scratch up and down Akito’s ribs, delighting in the giggles and deep laughter that it caused. He was clearly now unable to even attempt to hold back his smile as his laughter came more freely. Realistically, it was because of exhaustion wearing down at his defenses, but An, optimistic to a fault, hoped it was because he was becoming more comfortable. “You know, I think you might be the most ticklish person I've ever met. You're really losing it, huh?” 

“Nahahah! Nahat trhuhue!” Were he thinking more clearly, even Akito would have realized just how stupid that phrase was for someone in his position. 

An gasped in mock offense as a devious smile came forward. “I think it is true though,” She made quick work of using her hand to weave and worm a passage under the bottom of Akito’s numerous layers of jacket and sweatshirt, completely obliterating any sense of defense he had. “If you’re that ticklish over all this fabric, imagine how bad it’ll be when I get your bare skin~” 

“Plehease!” Akito’s eyes widened in giddy panic and his mouth spilled nervous giggles. 

He felt the careful sensation of An’s hand brushing past on its way up to his ribs, but stopped in its tracks the moment it grazed his tummy, making Akito jerk forwards, then back again. The soft hand then, straying from what was clearly the original plan, gave an experimental flutter along the toned belly it had just discovered. 

The result was instantaneous. He cackled and doubled over, attempting to dislodge the hand or at least, for the love of God, make it firmer. The tiny tickles sent goosebumps through his whole body, and as much as he hated it, seemed to make him grow in sensitivity, which was the absolute last thing he needed right now. “FuhuCK YouhoHOU!”

Ignoring the insult, and clearly pleased with the result, An kept up a steady flutter of her fingertips all over his abdomen. It was a horribly conflicting feeling for her victim. He wanted to squirm and fight it, he wanted to sit still and enjoy it. He wanted her to be rougher, he wanted her to be more gentle, still. He wanted to yell and swear and scream, he wanted to beg her for more. He wanted her back at his ribs, he wanted her to stay where she was forever. He wanted to never talk about this again, he wanted this every day. He just wanted more, more, more in the most difficult way possible.

“Did I find someone’s little tickle spot? I think I diiid~” The fluttering gradually switched to five fingers grabbing and squeezing the spot with vigor, resulting in a major spike in the pitch of laughter. The other hand formed a similar claw shape and joined its counterpart under Akito’s hoodie, but instead of assisting with the attack on the tummy, went up to claw up and down at his ribs. 

It was safe to say that what little of his mind he had left, was yanked away by the sudden onslaught. He doubled over and nothing but the occasional insult or swear was comprehensible through his peals of laughter. He was shaking and red faced like he had never been in his life, pushing weakly at An’s hands, and now completely sapped of energy to do anything else but laugh. 

At long last, An had decided he had had enough, retracted her hands, and moved away from him slightly to let him gasp for air. He sat an embarrassingly long time, doing nothing but giggling and panting. “Ahhah- Ahn you asshole. Whaht’s wrong with yohouh?” 

“Don’t give me that when you know full well you loved it.” She poked his nose. “As many words and complaints you had, you never told me to stop even once.” 

Akito groaned and placed his head back on the table, where it had laid before his teammate decided today was the day he died. 

The welcome bell over the door rang and two familiar figures entered, both with a school bag slung over their shoulders. 

“What happened here?” Toya asked, walking towards the table, tailed closely by Kohane. He took one look at the exhausted, flushed form on the table and felt as if he had missed something important. “Is he okay?” 

“Tell him and you’re next, Shiraishi,” Akito warned sternly, leaving no doubt as to whether he meant it. 

An could only giggle at the tired threat and ruffle the sweaty, orange lump of hair next to her. She turned to speak to Toya. “Yeah, he’s okay, don’t worry. Though he may be a little out of commission for practice today.” Ignoring the grumbled protest at her words, she slid out of the booth, letting Toya take her place next to his partner.

For now at least, Akito’s adorable sensitivity would remain a secret, even in spite of the many, many, many, more tickle attacks that were sure to come.

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When Akito is tickled, he swears like a 12 year old boy who just learned the word "fuck" and I stand by that.

Also this got about halfway through being proofread before I got impatient. Bear with me. I'll probably finish it tomorrow.

#project sekai #project sekai tickles #sfw tickling community #tickling #lee!akito #ler!an #akito shinonome #an shiraishi #akian

[charlatte124]

Why leave me mi amor?

Part 1/2

After Wednesday saved nevermore, Enid takes more frequent visits to the woods but one day just went missing.

It's been two months since Enid Sinclair had gone missing due to unknown reasons in the woods. Wednesday has been playing detective and occasionally visits the woods to find more clues and still believes Enid is alive. A few days later, the Sinclair clan hosts a funeral inviting nevermore students.

"How could they host a funeral without the body, she could still be alive for addam's sake" said Wednesday when surprisingly talking to Yoko during lunch.

"Look I don't believe it too but it's been too long and i'm starting to doubt whether or not she's alive"

"If you truly believe in it you wouldn't change your mind, I'm off to go search for more clues"

2 years later, Wednesday, although still believes in Enid being alive, gives up on the investigation and focuses on her novel.

One day as she was walking on the street she bumped into a familiar woman, she had brown hair, blue eyes and a colourful colour palette.

"I'm sorry if this is sudden but may I ask what is your name?"

"Oh! I'm eni-EMILIA HAHA, what about you?"

"Wednesday Addams"

Wednesday quickly notices the distress on "Emilia's " face after she says her name.

Somehow after that, they stayed in touch and got to know each other more. What was suspicious was that the majority of "Emilia's " likes were similar to Enid's, so one day Wednesday decided to show up at her place without knocking nor a warning and she was in disbelief at what she saw.

It was Enid with her signature blonde hair but it had no more pink and blue ombre effects, her place being decorated just like in Ophelia dorm. Her face after getting caught was a face full of guilt.

Wednesday took a couple steps back and Enid quickly got up and tried to talk with her but she suddenly just ran off, Enid chasing her to her apartment complex.

Wednesday locked the door after her and Enid was locked out but still stuck around until she was ready to open the door.

"Why did she leave me"

"Did I do something wrong"

"Why why WHY"

Were the thoughts of Wednesday Addams as she sat behind the locked door praying that Enid leaves the next day.

#wenclair #wednesday #wednesday x enid #yoko tanaka

[bijouxcarys]

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐮𝐲 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Masterlist

𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. I knew the boys would already be preparing to take the stage at The King’s Head by now. Thankfully, I had managed to persuade Emma to meet me at the station so I wouldn’t have to navigate the bustling streets alone.

As I emerged onto the platform, I found myself surrounded by a sea of people, a chaotic mess of bodies jostling for space. Squinting through the crowd, I caught sight of a distinctive ombre ponytail secured with a pink scrunchie. Ah, there she was, my trusty partner in crime. Determined, I forged my way through the throng, finally reaching Emma and placing a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise.

“Oh my God, you scared the shit out of me!” Emma exclaimed, her hand clutching her chest.

“You’re so small, I couldn’t spot you from over there!” I shouted back, pulling her into a tight embrace. Despite the recent strain in our friendship, it always felt good to return and share a hug with my best friend. Even if she had a knack for making me feel insignificant at times. “Why were you looking in that direction? The train track is right there, you silly bitch,” I quipped, teasingly pulling away. She rolled her eyes in response and offered to help with my bags as we made our way out of the station.

Stepping outside, we escaped the clamour and found ourselves in the car park. I instinctively headed towards the bus stop, but Emma grabbed hold of my wrist and steered me toward the rows upon rows of cars lining the station.

Furrowing my brows, I looked at her inquisitively as she produced a car key. “Since when do you have a car? I’ve only been gone for two weeks.” We stopped in front of a small red vehicle, slightly worn but functional enough to get you from point A to point B.

“It’s not mine,” she replied, walking around to the driver’s side and unlocking the door. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she reached over and opened the passenger door for me. “I rented it.” I hopped in, tossing my bag behind me onto the back seats.

“Where on Earth did you find the money to rent a car?” I fastened my seatbelt as Emma pulled out of the car park. “Last time I checked, we were both pretty broke.”

“Roger slipped me some cash,” she said, her gaze fixed on the road and the passing cars, deliberately avoiding eye contact with me.

“Oh, did he now?” I smirked, a playful tone in my voice. “Is there some sugar daddy action going on, Em?”

“No, he’s just a good boyfriend. Brian gives you money,” she replied bluntly, a comment that made me frown. We used to be able to joke about these things, but it seemed that those days were long gone. Besides, I hadn’t even mentioned to Emma that Brian gave me money, except for that one time we were Christmas shopping.

Without looking at her, I turned my head toward the window. “Only when I need it…”

“And I don’t?” she retorted, reaching over to turn on the radio. It seemed we had reverted back to that dynamic again…

The rest of the car ride was filled with a quiet atmosphere, punctuated only by occasional requests the change the radio station or adjust the volume. Soon, we parked the car by the curb, a short walk away from The King’s Head pub. I caught a glimpse of my dishevelled appearance in the mirror and attempted to fix my hair.

“I’m sure he’s seen you in worse states, come on!” Emma exclaimed with an overly cheery tone as she hopped out of the car, slamming the door shut. I flinched at the loud noise, sitting in silence for a moment before Emma yanked open my door. I stepped out, closing the door behind me, and followed Emma’s determined stride into the pub.

Once inside, I immediately recognised the song the boys were playing. Not that I was complaining; I always enjoyed “Father to Son” when they performed it. It was one of Brian’s compositions, at least that much I knew. Actually, my knowledge of their music was still quite limited at that point. After all, they were just a group of boys, and their first album hadn’t even been released yet.

I followed Emma over to the bar, holding her hand from behind so we wouldn’t get separated in the bustling crows. Leaning against the smooth wood, I turned my head towards the stage at the front. There was Freddie, captivating the audience with his usual flamboyance, his every movement enchanting. Adlibs and all, he gave a flawless performance each time.

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” the bartender’s voice brought my attention back to the drinks, my taste buds tingling.

“Um… Can I have a vodka lemonade, please?” I gave him a slight smile before immediately turning my gaze back to the stage. My smile widened as I spotted that shaggy mane of brown hair framing Brian’s familiar, chiselled face. I bit my lip, suppressing the tears welling up inside me. It was overwhelming, seeing Brian again after what felt like an eternity, even though it had only been two weeks.

“I’m going to the front. Are you coming?” Emma asked, appearing by my side.

“I’ll join you in a moment. Let me get my drink first,” I replied with a smile, watching her disappear into the crowd.

However, I didn’t keep my promise. I ended up standing at the bar for the duration of the show, not wanting Brian to spot me so abruptly. It wouldn’t be fair to disturb him when he was in his element. I would be a terrible girlfriend if I took him out of his zone.

“They’re good, aren’t they?” a girl next to me suddenly commented.

I realised I hadn’t blinked in a while as her words registered. I glanced at her, absorbing what she said, and nodded. “Very good,” I trailed off, allowing my gaze to wander back to the boys. Once again, I found myself fixated on Brian as he played, his skilled fingers expertly strumming his Red Special guitar. I bit my lip, containing the excitement of seeing him again.

“Got a crush on someone?” the girl asked, leaning her arm on the bar and trying to follow my line of sight towards the boys. “Ah… the guitarist.” She looked back at me, taking a sip of her drink. “You’ve got your eye on the guitarist.”

I glanced at her, surprised that she wasn’t as hostile as the stories I had heard about some of the girls who attended their shows. “You could say that…” I kept the details of our relationship to myself, relishing in having something that was just mine for once.

“Hmm…” The girl pondered, shifting her gaze back to Brian. “Not my type,” she said simply, diverting her attention back to the bar. Leaning closer, her body invading my personal space, she dropped some tips on the counter before looking me directly in the eyes.

“I prefer their admirers,” she whispered to me, her gaze lingering on my lips and then scanning my body as she pulled away. Before I could even contemplate questioning her, she grabbed her purse and walked away, her mousy brown hair swaying behind her.

Okay, Maria, what was that about? And why are you still looking at her?

I quickly finished my drink and made my way backstage, noticing that the boys had finished their set and were probably heading towards the exit. Brushing off the encounter with the girl, I manoeuvred through the crowd of fans clamouring to meet the band after the show.

The back hallway of The King’s Head had a slight musty smell, so when I finally stepped out the back door, the fresh air felt like a comforting embrace. Taking a deep breath, I ran my hands over my less-than-glamorous attire and scanned the area for the boys.

It was Freddie’s booming laughter that guided me towards them. Fortunately, Brian had his back turned to me, as did Roger, who had Emma wrapped in his arms. Approaching the group, standing against the wall with drinks in their hands, John and Freddie caught sight of me. I brought my finger to my lips, signalling for them to keep quiet as I sneaked up behind Brian.

I eagerly bit my lip, wrapping my arms around Brian’s waist from behind, causing him to startle in surprise, his senses heightened after the performance. He spun around, his eyes bulging when he saw me looking up at him.

“What?!” he exclaimed, his gasp turning into a wide grin as he pulled me into a tight embrace. Attempting to wrap his other arm around me in excitement, he accidentally spilled his beer all over us. John quickly took the beer from Brian’s hand, allowing him to fully engulf me in his embrace.

I squealed into his chest as we stumbled backward, unintentionally distancing ourselves from the rest of the group. We didn’t care where we were going; we were caught up in the moment of seeing each other. I hadn’t anticipated this reaction, but I revelled in it.

Blushing, I felt Brian’s lips planting small kisses all over my face before descending to capture my lips with his own. I brought my hands up, pulling him closer to me, our bodies pressing firmly together. Running my fingers along his jawline, I then wrapped them around the back of his neck. We lost ourselves in the passionate and heated kiss, oblivious to our surroundings—too absorbed for public display.

When we finally broke apart, tears welled up in my eyes, finding it almost unbelievable that I was in the arms of this amazing man again. “I missed you so much,” I whispered against his lips, holding his face in my hands. He grinned widely, bending down and lifting me effortlessly by hooking his arms around my thighs. I clung to him, amazed at how easily he lifted me.

“I missed you more, my love. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home today?”

“I wanted to surprise you…” I answered shyly, unable to contain my radiant smile. Brian practically dropped me back onto the ground, pulling me into his embrace once again.

“Well, it’s certainly a delightful surprise.” He planted a sweet kiss on my cheek, taking my hand in his and redirecting his attention to the others. We walked back toward the group, momentarily forgetting that we weren’t alone.

“Maria, darling, welcome home!” Freddie greeted, opening his arms wide, which I gladly accepted. “I told you everything would be fine. Look at you, you’re alive!”

“Nice, Freddie,” John shook his head, returning Brian’s beer to him. “It wasn’t as bad as you anticipated, was it?” he asked me, his eyes filled with a hint of concern. It always touched my heart to know how much they all cared.

“Eh,” I responded, shrugging my shoulder as Brian draped his arm around me. “It doesn’t matter.”

“You didn’t have to attend another one of those parties, did you?” Emma asked, tilting her head.

“Unfortunately. You know my mum, Emma, come on.”

“Yeah, that’s why I asked.” She rolled her eyes, resting her head against Roger’s chest. Her sudden attitude caught everyone off guard, and I felt foolish in that moment. Sensing my rising anxiety, Brian squeezed my shoulder. Roger cleared his throat.

“You can stop worrying about it now. It’s over, yeah?” Roger attempted to be nice, or at least not hostile, but he wasn’t very good at it.

“Yup,” I casually replied, taking a sip from Brian’s beer. “Anyway, the show was really good! You guys gave it your all tonight.” I looked at them, their bodies glistening with sweat. It was the first time I had a chance to really observe them since I arrived, the initial rush wearing off.

“Oh, so you’ve been here for a while then!” Brian said, sounding slightly offended.

“I didn’t want to distract you…” I pouted up at him, my voice unintentionally conveying a hint of sultriness. Brian lowered his head, but his eyes remained fixed on mine, as if scolding me.

I was home…

Feeling bold in the moment, I smirked, but my confidence was short-lived.

“If you two can stop eye-shagging each other, we need to figure out how to fit everyone in the car!” Freddie announced. “Then again, I don’t suppose Maria would have a problem sitting on you in the back, Bri?”

“Bri,” I nudged him, as he seemed lost in my gaze. He hummed, managing to process Freddie’s question without sounding like an idiot.

“Of course, that’s not a problem.” He smiled at everyone, and we soon made our way to Emma’s car, the London night air filling my lungs with each breath.

It sounded risky, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“Got an eyeful, have you?” Emma snapped at the older-looking man who cat-called her. We were aware that Soho could be a bit dodgy, but we underestimated its true nature.

“Not an eyeful, sweetheart, but I’m sure you’d sound much better with a mouthful,” he retorted, reeking of alcohol from where we walked.

Emma, fuelled with anger, moved forward to confront him, but I managed to restrain her and guide us away. St Anne’s Court was just around the corner, and I didn’t want any trouble or witness a potential altercation. Let’s face it, Emma would have taken him down.

“Go home, mate, before you get yourself into trouble,” I scolded the stranger, but he dismissively waved his hand and stumbled away, clearly intoxicated.

Emma shrugged me off, straightened her attire, and huffed to herself. “You’re so lucky you don’t get cat-called,” she muttered, resuming our walk. I raised my eyebrows, slightly hurt by her assumption, but I couldn’t deny that she was right. I caught up with her, and together we turned the corner, heading towards Trident Studios.

As we approached the main entrance, my heart sank into my stomach. The realisation that Queen was inside, recording in a professional studio for their big break, overwhelmed me. I had to make sure I looked and behaved perfectly. No one had told me to do so, but I felt it was the right thing. I didn’t want to disappoint Brian. As we neared Trident Studios, panic surged through me.

“Emma, Emma, Emma!” I babbled, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. I stuttered nervously, feeling my throat tighten. “Um… do I look okay?” I asked, patting myself down. Emma quickly scanned my outfit, giving it a brief once-over. I had chosen my nicer, darker flared jeans with beautiful stitching around the waist. They fit snugly around my thighs, accentuating my figure in a flattering way. I spent hours going through my limited selection of shirts, settling on a pastel blue off-the-shoulder shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. It revealed some of the scars on my arms, but I was trying to be less insecure about them. The scars were barely noticeable unless one looked closely, but they occupied my mind constantly. It was quite cold outside, being January, so I wore a coat. Completing my look were slightly platformed boots and a subtle touch of mascara. When we left the flat, I felt confident, but as we walked, insecurities crept in.

“Yeah, you look great. Only…” Emma reached out and pulled my sleeves down, exposing more of my skin. “You need to look perfect, right?” I furrowed my eyebrows, pushing her hands away slightly. She must have noticed my offended expression because she shook her head vigorously. “No, I didn’t mean it like that! I just think you could go all out, you know?” She shrugged and started walking again. “And tuck your shirt in. Fashion is a statement,” she added with a mischievous smirk.

Feeling less confident, I hastily tucked my shirt into my jeans and followed Emma up the stairs and through the large glass doors of Trident Studios. Inside, we found ourselves in a spacious reception area that was still undergoing renovation. The recent influx of money was evident, showing that Norman Sheffield was making strides in the business side of the music industry. For once, I felt like I had one up on Emma, as I recognized the headshots of Trident’s clientele adorning the walls. Emma, not paying much attention to her surroundings, seemed more focused on escaping reality and running into Roger’s arms.

The receptionist glanced up at us with a puzzled expression, momentarily assessing our appearance before parting her glossy lips to speak. Her voice carried that quintessential Queen’s English, the kind Americans often imitate, and it had always been a pet peeve of mine, even though I knew it wasn’t their fault. I tried to hide my grimace behind a polite smile.

“Uh…” I looked at Emma, silently pleading for her to take the lead. She understood my anxieties and thankfully stepped in.

“We’re here to see Queen,” Emma beamed, leaning forward on the desk.

The receptionist frowned disapprovingly. “Who?” she asked, her disapproval evident.

“What do you mean who? Queen! They’re inside, recording an album. Do you do your job properly or what?” Emma retorted, scrunching her eyebrows at the woman, who appeared concerned about Emma’s attitude.

“I don’t appreciate that kind of language, ma’am. And I can’t let you in without proper identification to verify if you’re allowed on the premises,” the receptionist said, mustering a sour smile and returning her attention to her book.

“We don’t have ID! We were told to come at eleven o’clock, so here we are,” Emma replied. I stood awkwardly, nervously fiddling with my fingers as I waited for the confrontation to subside.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t allow you in,” the receptionist declared, her smile slightly sour, lowering her head back to her book.

“Listen, love, I’m not one to argue,” Emma began, pointing her finger. While she continued her rant, I found myself looking down the corridor. Brian would be so disappointed if we didn’t show up, as would the others. Just as I was about to give up, I spotted the men’s bathroom door opening, and to my surprise, John Deacon emerged. I reached out, grabbing Emma’s arm, signalling for her to stop.

“John Richard Deacon, you angel!” I exclaimed, catching his attention. He turned around, his eyes widening along with his smile. I glanced at the receptionist, gaining a newfound confidence. “See, we know him! He plays bass with Queen, he’s in Queen,” I reasoned, pointing at John, who approached us. The receptionist glanced at John, her eyes bulging in surprise.

“Oh! You’re with that rather attractive blonde—”

“Yes, he is. Can you let us in now?” Emma interrupted, placing her hand on her hip. “Sweetheart?” she tilted her head. The receptionist looked down and nodded.

“Thanks,” Emma grinned, and we followed John through.

Overwhelmed with excitement, I squealed and enveloped John in a tight hug. “We wouldn’t have made it in without you! Thank fuck for your bladder,” I gushed, rocking him from side to side. He laughed and hugged me back.

“You’re welcome, I guess? We’re through here,” John said, guiding us to Studio D.

As we entered the studio, the scent of cigarettes hit my nose, likely from Roger and his chain-smoking addiction. The temperature instantly rose by ten degrees, and I couldn’t resist making a terrible joke about Brian. Apologies, it just slipped out.

John led us to the control desk, where a woman with long, light brown hair was seated on the sofa. The sound engineer sat at the mixing desk, meticulously working on the channels and carefully labelling each one to preserve the mix. Seeing professional music equipment in use, rather than just in a textbook photo, felt surreal. John briefly introduced the producers as “John number 2” and Roy before hurrying off to tune his bass, seemingly overwhelmed. I peered through the glass window in front of the mixing desk and spotted Roger, Freddie, and Brian tinkering with equipment and familiarizing themselves with the tools they had worked so hard to see in person. When Freddie caught my eye in the glass, he flashed me a toothy grin. Shyly, I waved back, not wanting to appear overly excited, although how could I not be? The three of them eventually entered the control room, and I immediately made a beeline for Brian. The joy on his face was almost overwhelming as he saw me, lifting me up in his arms and planting a kiss on my cheek.

“Hello, love. Did you arrive safely? Did you find the place alright?” Brian asked, holding me at arm’s length and gazing at me with tender eyes. I couldn’t help but smile, the gesture becoming automatic and subconscious.

“Yeah, it was fine. Soho is… well, weird, I guess. But that’s okay,” I half-joked, taking Brian’s hands in mine. Roger and Emma were already engrossed in each other, and Freddie was busy marvelling at the mixing desk, bombarding the sound engineer with questions.

“But you arrived safely, right?” His expression shifted from gentle to concerned as he squeezed my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. My heart fluttered at this subtle display of affection.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Bri,” I laughed, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss, savouring the softness of his lips against mine. “You’re so protective sometimes,” I whispered against his lips. A blush crept onto his cheeks, and he shyly smiled.

“Because I care about you and need to know you’re safe at all times, my love,” he replied, planting a playful peck on my nose.

“Oi! Lovebirds!”

I swivelled my head around to find a playfully irritated Freddie, his arms wide open. “Maria, darling, must you leave me hanging?” With a smirk, I rolled my eyes, disengaging from Brian and stepping into Freddie’s embrace, resting my head on his shoulder. “If that silly receptionist gives you and Emma any more trouble, I’ll make sure she loses her month’s pay.” I widened my eyes at his straightforward remark.

“You don’t have to do that, Freddie. She was just being cautious,” I chuckled, pulling away. “Although it would have been nice to know we needed some form of ID.” I glanced at Brian, who looked down and mouthed ‘sorry’ to me.

Roy stood up from the desk, offering Emma and me a drink. I opted for plain tap water. In the process, Roy took my coat to hang it up, and all eyes instantly turned toward me. It took me a moment to realise that everyone was marvelling at my outfit. Feeling increasingly self-conscious, I folded my arms and glanced over at Brian, who was relaxed on the sofa with one arm casually draped over its back.

“Darling, if you and your boyfriend don’t mind me saying so, you look absolutely ravishing!” Freddie beamed, seizing my hands and twirling me around. A growing smile spread across my face, grateful for the positive attention. “You’re a stunning creature, Maria Brennan!” He halted our twirling and admired my appearance once again.

“I think we all know where I got my style tips from, Mr. Mercury,” I playfully winked, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek before releasing his hands and striding confidently toward Brian. I noticed there wasn’t much space to sit, with the unnamed woman reclining on the sofa, practically asleep, and John seated between her and Brian.

Deciding Brian’s lap was a much more inviting spot, I smiled at my boyfriend and lowered myself onto his lap. The arm that wasn’t draped over the back of the sofa encircled my waist. He boldly let his fingertips graze the curve of my hips and my backside. It felt so natural to be touched in such a casual manner, and I loved how comfortable it had become. However, amidst the conversations buzzing around us, I mustered the courage to look down at Brian and pose a vulnerable question.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” I asked, a hint of worry in my voice. His eyebrows furrowed, and his expression softened. He shook his head, giving my hip a gentle squeeze.

“Not at all, sweetheart. You’re perfect,” he murmured, peppering kisses on my exposed shoulder. His touch and words made my body melt, and I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him in a tight embrace.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I murmured into his hair, eliciting a soft chuckle. “But you always manage to look nice effortlessly,” I playfully complained, leaning back in his arms and gazing down at him.

“You’ve seen me when I roll out of bed in the morning, I’m far from glamorous.”

“Maybe not glamorous, but you’re still absolutely gorgeous,” I remarked, twirling one of his curls around his finger, giving it a gentle tug. Lowering my head, I captured his lips in a kiss, deepening it almost instantly. However, our affectionate moment was short-lived as Roy returned with my water. This is shaping up to be an eventful day…

After the guys left the control room to gather in the live room, Emma and I were left with the enigmatic girl with the beautiful long hair on the sofa. I found myself seated right beside her, and a subtle awkwardness permeated the room, despite the lively commotion coming from Freddie and Roger’s ongoing bickering about microphone placements. Yet, there was no need for either Emma or me to break the silence. The girl turned toward us, offering a shy smile that warmed her features. She was truly stunning, and if my memory serves me right, that was the first thought that crossed my mind as I looked at her.

“I’m so sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I feel terrible,” she uttered, placing her hand over her chest.

I immediately shook my head. “No, we’re equally responsible for that! Don’t worry. We just haven’t had a chance to talk. I’m Maria,” I replied with a genuine smile, extending my hand towards her. She graciously took it and gave it a gentle shake. “And this is Emma,” I gestured toward my friend, though she seemed more engrossed in watching Roger banging away on his drums. They had briefly disappeared for about ten minutes after our arrival, so it wasn’t hard for me to piece things together and figure out what they were up to. I turned my attention back to the woman, shaking my head. “She’s not the most observant,” I chuckled.

The girl giggled, leaning forward as she did, her hair gracefully cascading in front of her face. She exuded elegance and poise in her every movement, unlike any of the other girls I had seen around the band scene. “I’m Veronica. You can call me Ronnie for short if you’d like. Either one is fine,” she introduced herself, possessing a name that matched her classy demeanour.

“Who are you here with, then?” I pondered, running through the possibilities in my mind. Freddie was with Mary. Roger… well, he was supposed to be with Emma, and he actually was with Emma, but it would be quite audacious of him to bring one of his flings along. I was there for Brian. My eyes widened, and I reached out to grab Ronnie’s wrist. “Are you with John?” I whisper-shouted at her. Her cheeks flushed red, and she nodded.

“Not officially yet, but we’re headed in that direction,” she confessed, her gaze fixed on John through the glass window as he skilfully plucked away on his bass guitar, feeling the music with each movement of his fingers.

“Aww…” I cooed, sticking out my bottom lip. “That’s so adorable. Well, you seem really lovely, so I genuinely hope it works out for you in the end! Does this mean we’ll be seeing more of you around? So far, it’s just been the two of us,” I gestured to Emma once again, accompanied by a small chuckle.

“This is the first time I’ve properly met everyone at once, so I hope I’ll be around more often. Probably not too frequently since I have a part-time job as a schoolteacher. But whenever I’m not working, I’ll try to catch John in action as much as possible.”

Her voice had a unique and exotic twist that blended smoothly with a gentle British accent. As Veronica spoke, the boys in the background went wild with a “Son and Daughter” instrumental. I nodded in agreement as she talked, the conversation flowing effortlessly. “I hope we get to see more of you,” I chimed in.

Veronica engaged in a conversation with me and Emma for a solid two hours, sharing stories about how she met John and discussing various topics, including fashion (which I quietly stayed out of). She really grew on me, and I hoped I made a favourable impression on her. However, good things couldn’t last forever. The conversation took an unexpected turn, becoming slightly awkward and sour.

“Yeah, I know Freddie well. He was the one who encouraged John to bring me. I don’t really know Brian and Roger that well. They seem nice enough,” Veronica shared.

“Oh, they’re nice enough. Well, Brian is,” I playfully teased, making it clear that I was exaggerating. Although deep down, I wasn’t entirely joking.

“Does that mean Roger isn’t so nice?” Veronica bounced back with a smirk.

“Maybe…” I drawled out the word, earning an eye roll from Emma.

“I wouldn’t be surprised, to be honest,” Veronica shrugged, her gaze drifting to the mixing desk.

“What?” Emma leaned forward, eager to hear more.

“Well…” Ronnie began, leaning closer so we could speak more privately. Her eyes darted around the room, ensuring no eavesdroppers were nearby. “I was talking to John the other day, and he mentioned some concerns he had. I don’t know much about Roger, but from what I’ve heard, he’s quite the ladies’ man.”

I laughed, placing my hand on Ronnie’s arm. “We all knew that, though. Roger does enjoy being in the bedroom a fair bit, doesn’t he, Em—”

“No, I mean…” She sighed. “He sleeps with girls and then cuts off all contact. Apparently, about a month ago, he got with this girl called Patty, and he hasn’t spoken to her since.”

My breath caught in my throat. I dared not exhale or glance at Emma’s expression. For once, I hoped she wasn’t paying attention. Ronnie noticed my tense and anxious demeanour, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“What?” She asked quietly, shifting her gaze between me and Emma.

“Um… I forgot to mention,” I cleared my throat. “Emma has been seeing Roger for months now…”

Veronica gasped, leaning back and covering her mouth with her hands. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, Emma. I didn’t realise—”

“No.” Emma interrupted, her voice strained and jaw clenched. “It’s okay. You didn’t know… It’s better that I know.” I finally turned my head to face her, conveying an apologetic look. “You knew?” she whispered.

My throat went dry, and I licked my lips, preparing to answer her, but before I could speak, the door to the mixing room swung open, accompanied by the boys’ laughter. Roger approached Emma with a wide grin and open arms.

“Hi, baby!” He leaned down to kiss her passionately, only to realise that she wasn’t reciprocating the affection. I watched as the others entered the control room, their laughter fading as they sensed the tension between Emma and Roger. I felt utterly mortified. Furrowing his eyebrows, Roger stood back up, placing his hands on his hips, and looked down at Emma, but she wasn’t about to let herself be belittled by Mr. Roger Taylor. At least, not emotionally.

“What’s the matter?”

#fanfiction #fanfic #queen #queen fanfic #queen fanfiction #brian may #brian may fanfic #brian may fanfiction #freddie mercury #roger taylor #john deacon #1970s #70s #classic rock #music #fandom #writer #fic #ao3 #wattpad #wattpad writer #ao3 writer #stories #1972 #1973 #peace lovin guy series #peace lovin guy

[operafantomet]

I'm not sure if it's still up, but a month or two ago Holly-Anne posted a tiktok with a new star princess bodice- one that resembled Lucy's, except had an atrocious ombre effect on top of everything else. Have you seen it? Do you think they made her a stripped down bodice in anticipation of her principal run? I'm equally as intrigued as I am annoyed by their dedication to give the principals the worst masquerade dresses yet keep the lush costumes for the alts and understudies

Aye, she's gotten a new bodice of sorts, and yeah it's roughly the same design as Lucy St Louis' bodice. And I... can't. WHY ARE THESE BODICES SO WRINKLY? Why the lack of beading/crystals/hotstones? What's the improvement here?

It feels in all possible ways like a budget version, but as you say it's only the principals they fit with these bodices (as was usually also the case in the Restaged US Tour). And that is an absolute mystery to me.

What I DO like about the above bodice, though, is the ombre effect you're not too fond of. I like when they bring the blue shade far down, to the waistline, before turning pink. They did the same with some of Colby Thomas' bodices in Hamburg, and it gives a most flattering effect on stage, as the bodice/skirt transition is smoother.

I do agree the actual transition between blue and pink could have been smoother, though. They don't really mix. But Holly-Anne Hull's previous bodice hardly had any blue in it at all, which made it awfully Barbie pink. But then with better decorations... A mixture of the old and new would be nice!

#star princess #costume nerding #phantom of the opera #poto west end revival #holly anne hull #colby thomas

[aitchnkay]

Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 18

Character archetypes exist for a reason, Xia KeXin mused, watching Jiang YanLi almost scurrying from the Jin section of the camp to stop to talk with Lan WangJi and then hurry off to the Nie camp. Maybe Miss MXTX read Pride and Prejudice, and maybe she didn't. Either way, everyone knows that the Miss Elizabeth Bennett archetype marries the Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy archetype. And Miss Jane Bennett marries Mr. Charles Bingley. Miss YanLi is obviously more of a Jane Bennett so why did she marry a Darcy figure? Xia KeXin looked down the street to where Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi were packing. MXTX got that pairing right. Wei Ying is such an Elizabeth Bennett to Lan Zhan's Darcy. Colin Firth is the sexiest Mr. Darcy on screen; I'll allow this Lan Zhan or his actor Wang YiBo would give him a run for his money in the wet shirt contest. Why did I have to transmigrate into a forty-seven year old fortune teller instead of into one of their bodies? She looked down at her wrinkled skin on her hands and sighed. I'm not even that old. Back home women in their forties were still getting their groove on. Here? Everything hurts when I wake up. Or try sitting on the mats. Thank God for that carpenter! She had found one of the Wen civilians was a carpenter and commissioned him to make her a rocking chair. It had been a grueling process, as he'd never tried to make the curved runners, and she had no idea how to draw a rocking chair to scale, but the end product was well worth it. Several other women had openly eyed the rocker, thinking how useful it would be to be able to sit comfortably while nursing babies or trying to put them to sleep. Or for just taking an afternoon rest.

But back to Jiang YanLi. Obviously Jane Bennett marries Mr. Bingley. Wealthy, kind to everyone, the part where Mr. Bennett says they'll outspend their income is optional, I suppose. As are his annoying sisters and bland brother-in-law. Jin ZiXuan is wealthy, so.... She frowned at her crochet project. Wealthy, yes. But too damn proud to be Bingley. And definitely not kind enough. He's definitely a Darcy 2.0 more than a Bingley. Yeah, so he ends up completely besotted with YanLi. Big whoop. She deserves someone who doesn't need to be smacked in the proverbial face before he realizes what kind of woman she is. So... wealthy and kind? The only one here that fits that bill is... Lan XiChen? Xia KeXin rocked a bit faster, thinking of how the handsome sect leader looked standing next to Jiang YanLi. They do look good together, don't they.... YanLi looks good in that pale lavender she perfers, so I'm guessing that she'll look good in those pastel blues XiChen wears, too. She can even mix and match, probably... White under robes with lavender as her next layer and her outer layers blue.... Or purple, white, blue? That would probably look best? Or... what's that... ombrage? No. What's it called? Xia KeXin internally rolled her eyes at failing to remember the word. It's right on the fucking tip of my tongue! Ombrange? Katie did it to her hair right before we went on vacation, too. In almost the same colors as I'm trying to see for YanLi. Shit! Blue on top fading into purple at the bottom. Not ombrage! She looked up at the sky and mentally screamed at herself. "Got my tongue stuck between my eyeteeth, so I can't see what I'm saying," she spoke out loud in English.

"Did you say something?" a woman passing by asked.

"Just talking to myself," Xia KeXin smiled. Ombre! That's the word. Or Ballyage. I am such a dumb idiot sometimes. Ombrage. What the Hell, Summer? Don't you dare lose your English. It's all I have to remind myself who I was.

She picked up her crochet project and continued the row, thinking about how to get Jane and Bingley together. It just made more sense than Jane and Darcy 2.0.

#wangxian #the untamed #chen qing ling #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #cql #jiang yanli #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian #lan wangji

[another-dr-another]

ok that’s on me i didn’t think they would’ve finished by now. why don’t you find maki and hang out w her! give her the fresh bouquet!! -iris

Maeda, narrating - When’s the last time I hung out with Maki?

Maeda - Well, no time like the present.

Maeda - …God, that sounds so old…

~*~

Maeda - Oh! Maki, there you are!

Maki - !

Maki - Hey, Maeda… do you need something?

Maki - …Sorry, that’s… harsh. But, still, I imagine you’re looking for me for a reason-

Maki - What’s going on?

~*~

Ask Maki to Hang Out?

[Yes]

{No}

~*~

Maeda - Nothing’s going on- I don’t need anything.

Maeda - I just wanted to see if you’d like to hang out with me for a bit.

Maki - …

Maki - Oh.

Maki - Yeah, uh… that sounds nice, Maeda…

~*~

Would You Like to Give Maki a Gift?

[Yes - Fresh Bouquet]

{No}

~*~

Maeda - Before I forget, I got you this-

Maki - !

Maki - …Huh. Uh, thanks, Maeda…

Maki really liked this gift!

~*~

Maeda - …Maki, your hair is freshly dyed, right?

Maki - Yeah, I just got it done… two days before orientation- not the day before, but the day before that.

Maeda - That’s really recent…

Maeda - Well, it’s good that you don’t have to worry about it fading, then-

Maeda - That… is not true, how recent it is doesn’t mean a whole ton about it’s permanence.

Maeda - I know about hair dye, I promise- is it temporary, or permanent, or…?

Maki - Semi-permanent. I wasn’t sure if I’d like it, but…

Maeda - …But getting temporary hair dye didn’t feel like enough, yeah?

Maki - It felt like a waste!

Maeda - I completely get that- salons are pricey…

Maeda - At least, I’m assuming it’s a salon job? If it isn’t, you did really well dying it yourself.

Maki - That’s right… I didn’t want to botch it and screw up my hair.

Maeda - Yeah… you dyed a ton of it- if anything had gone wrong…

//Maeda makes a face at the thought, and Maki nods, agreeing with the sentiment.

Maeda - Your hair looks really healthy, though, which is great.

Maki - You think so? 

Maki - …I’m glad.

Maki - I’ve been growing my hair out for so long…

Maki - …

//She grabs a lock of her hair, and starts toying with it- it’s long enough that she can easily move it in front of her face, inspect it, and have inches of hair hanging slack.

Maki - I’ve put… so much into caring for it- like, I use oils, and masks, and I’m so careful about split ends…

Maki - …Not that that’s… important, just… y’know-

Maeda - I’m here to spend time with you! I like to hear about you, and whatever comes to your mind.

Maeda - …I do have a question, though-

Maki - Fire away.

Maeda - …

Maki - …

//Maeda snorts, and Maki smiles.

Maeda - Is this your first time dying your hair? The way you were talking about it earlier made me think that, but…

Maki - Oh, yeah, that’s right.

Maeda - What made you get it dyed now?

Maeda - …Like, a going-away gift from your parents, because you wanted a change to mark this new chapter, or?

Maki - …

Maeda - …Sorry! 

Maeda - I can’t imagine you aren’t homesick right now…

Maki - …It’s fine.

Maki - You’re just curious, yeah?

Maeda - Yeah…  I didn’t think before I spoke, sorry-

Maki - Seriously, it’s whatever. Don’t worry about apologizing for it.

Maki - You’re kinda right, though- I figured this was a good opportunity to try something new.

Maeda - Do you like it?

Maki - …Yeah. I really do.

Maeda - …Happy with the color choice?

Maki - Oh, totally.

Maki - I don’t know, I might try something different one day? Maybe I’ll dye my whole head, who knows…

Maki - What color do you think I should try next?

Maeda - Huh…

Maeda - …Only thing I can think of is blue, to go with your eyes- I really can’t think of any other way to make a call there.

Maki - Actually, I wonder how that’d go…

Maki - I’ve got orange ombre at the ends of my hair, and orange dye is supposed to cancel out blue…

Maeda - Wait, really?

Maeda - About your hair, not the dye thing.

Maki - Mhm- that’s why so much of the bottom is dyed red, it’s covering up the orange.

Maeda - Not a fan of it?

Maki - Well…

Maki - I only realized when I was well into growing my hair out- neither of my parents have ombre, so I wasn’t expecting it…

Maki - And, sue me, but I’m not a fan of the orange. Plus, I didn’t want to have the whole yellow-orange-red fire gradient going on?

Maeda - …

Maeda - …Ginger club-

Maki - No.

Maeda - Honorary member!

Maki - No!

Maeda - This isn’t good for your self-esteem, Maki.

Maki - Fuck off.

Maeda - Wait- what made you choose red, then? If you had to dye a ton of your hair to avoid the gradient, why not… chose a different color palette?

Maki - I didn’t like the thought of any color at the end of my hair if the orange was there.

Maki - Part of why I chose red was because I figured it would layer well over the orange, to be honest.

Maeda - Oh, makes sense…

Maeda - I’m pretty confident I don’t have any ombre genes… I think ombre hair looks nice, but I’m content with my hair color.

Maki - Right? It’s like… 

Maki - It’s whatever when your hair fades to a lighter or darker shade of the same color, or when they’re like… two colors that look decent together,

Maki - But going from yellow hair to orange was rough. 

Maki - They’re like… two of the least popular colors, too- and I don’t say that because I care about being on-trend, I say that because they’re unpopular for a reason.

Maeda - …Sorry, I’m like… mentally making a list of people you should not say that to.

Maki - I trust you to keep quiet about this.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Ginger solidarity?

Maki - I have no clue what you’re talking about.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - I was a bit nervous to hang out with Maki- not, like… in a “oh, she’s scary, ‘cuz she’s a sniper,” way…

Maeda - She just always seems so withdrawn?

Maeda - Uh… prickly, is kind of the word I’m looking for- unapproachable?

Maeda - It didn’t seem like she wanted to be interacted with… but then I thought about how she acted before the killing game was announced…

Maeda - I don’t know… I’m happy I tried talking with her though- it was nice, I had fun.

Maeda - What now, though…

[FTE - Tsurugi]

#dra #danganronpa another #yuki maeda #kiyoka maki #chapter 3 #daily life #daily life 3 #makis ftes #free time events

[stellamarium]

a post in which i talk about why i like lunaliya (my current self-insert's character/ design) + her journey to how she came to be her current self

this got longer than expected, so i'm putting it under a cut

Initially, I started out with just using OCs specific to each fandom (ex. Phaenna for GBF and Serafina and Serenity for C/ode V/ein (characters/ designs I no longer own)). The one OC I stuck with for the longest time was Alice for F/ire E/mblem (created June 2018)

Alice was basically "me", both in terms of character and design. At the time, I mostly/ primarily self-shipped with just Alfonse, so I kept her for three years before moving her into storage.

Eventually, I kind of started losing interest in FEH (it got too grindy for me). I dipped my toes into a few fandoms like G/enshin, C/ode Vein, etc.

I didn't like the idea of making new OCs every time I got into a new fandom (too much effort(?) + I get anxious(?) if I have too many OCs bc it starts to feel like clutter to me for some reason)

In the end, I ended up making Liliana (no longer owned; created August 2019) to be a multi-fandom OC.

She was completely different in which she still retained some aspects of who I am, but for the most part, her character and design were different and separated from myself.

I didn't stick with her for too long though, and I didn't particularly felt as attached to her.

I then made Stella (created October 2019) who was kind of a self-insert OC but also kind of a mascot?

I liked her design and the art I did of her fullbody, but because I used her as a mascot, I couldn't really stick with using her for self-ships too. It felt too embarrassing(?)

Some time later, I then designed the first iteration of Lunaliya (previously named Avi; created April 2020)

I wanted to go back to using "myself" and making her a self-insert rather than another "OC", but I really hate how I look (even if pretty-fied and anime-fied, I don't think I would look appealing), so I came up with this compromise of having her use a veil.

It was... kind of hard making art of her with a veil though since it limited expressions, and I didn't like that, so I wanted to redesign her, bringing her to her current design iteration.

I don't remember when I first made this redesign (my files say the earliest is Feb 10 this year, but it could have been earlier), but the thing I like about Lunaliya is that she's this nice balance of "OC" and "self"

The hair gradient is actually similar to when I got an ombre look for the first time (using the same colour too), and I really liked how it looked when I got it. I also just really like dual-toned hair on characters in general, so I stuck it on her, even though I no longer colour my hair due to costs/ lack of commitment to manage it. The baby hairs are something I have too, and I'm almost always blowing them away lol

As for her eye colour, I just like the look of gold eyes (or rather, I like the colour gold as an accent). My eyes are a dark brown (that they almost appear black), and I genuinely hate them. So I gave her eyes that I don't hate (':

I decided to give her makeup bc... I like makeup on characters. I like having more colours to play with on their face lol. I don't wear makeup myself though.

In terms of body type/ shape, yeah, it me. I think the only thing I'm proud(?) of when it comes to my body is that my legs (and arms) are long. In terms of skinniness, I'm skinny but like... almost unhealthily so. I'm very "bony", meaning my bones are very predominant/ visible, so parts of my body like my clavicle, knuckles, etc. are very distinct.

In terms of character, she's... relatively basic? And by that, I mean, rather than trying to stick to "one character", I like to change it up depending on the fandom she's in. Like in T/wisted W/onderland, she tends to be more snarky/ playful, whereas in O/bey M/e, she's more shy/ reserved. She still keeps certain aspects (like being formal/ polite for the most part), but she's really more like a "blank slate" that I can mould into whatever I want to fit whatever narrative I want for the fandom I'm chucking her into.

So anyways, the reason why I like Lunaliya so much is because she's a good balance of "OC" and "self", meaning I don't feel too "separated" from her, but at the same time, she isn't too closely similar to myself that I end up inadvertently hating her.

Lunaliya is parts "actual self", "idealized self", and "I think it'd be interesting to add this to her character", and I like that. I want people to associate that design with me (or at least, me when I'm self-shipping lol).

It genuinely makes me really happy whenever people tell me that think Lunaliya is pretty. Because I think her design is more basic compared to my other/ usual OC designs (like so:)

So to those who ever complimented Lunaliya's design and/ or called her pretty: thank you. You have no idea how happy that makes me. There are times in which I hold doubts as to whether or not her design is "too boring", so when people compliment her, I get all warm and fuzzy inside.

thank you for coming to my ted talk (and for reading all of this)

#(💫) [in my thoughts] #if you have any questions or comments about her #do feel free to let me know #i like talking about her a stupid amount but never know what to say lol #but yeah 👉👈

[chalkrevelations]

So, week three of 15 Minutes with KPTS, and moving into the second half-hour of Ep 1 is when we meet Tem – guess he’s not much for street-fighting; we get our second awkward product placement - I realize the cars and bikes are also product placement, but they’re more seamlessly integrated; we learn that Porsche is supposedly going to school – which activity will disappear without a trace once the main family compound gates close behind him, but then, I don’t get the feeling that Porsche is prioritizing his own education anywhere close to his brother’s education, anyway; and Jom gets offered an acting audition, for a role as a waiter who’s secretly a champion boxer, and I have to wonder if this was actually the cover story they were going to give Porsche, or if it’s a subtle threat now delivered via Real Jom that Porsche is supposed to understand means that they know where to find him. Do they think he’s stupid, or do they think he’s smart? It really could go either way. We do see the business card Jom was given has “KT Modeling Agency” in English on it, which means nothing to Porsche at this point. I, otoh, notice that it’s NOT “TKE,” although I suppose it could be a subsidiary, and now I’m wondering if this “modeling” agency is where Kinn gets his escorts. Which would be interesting, because the assumption is always that the minor family is the branch that does the dirty and illegal work – which presumably would include overseeing any prostitution - but in a couple of eps, we’re going to see Kinn personally direct a beatdown, and he’s no stranger to shooting people in the head to make a point, and none of that is legal, so does he actually have a little stable of escorts as a side (:coff:) hustle?

Also, I checked the website on the business card, but it goes nowhere. No idea if it did back when the show aired.

Porsche is clearly suspicious and made moreso by the heavies lined up outside the bar when he gets there for work – again, none of our guys, just random goons. He calls Chay, telling him to lock up the house and giving the show an opportunity for some bathroom humor, because of course it does. There’s also goons lined up at the bar, where Porsche has to watch Yok have a gushing conversation with Kinn while both Kinn and Porsche eye each other, knowing that Kinn could order her taken into the alley and shot in the head at any minute. Kinn accuses Porsche of thinking he’s a “low-life mafia,” when he’s clearly an uptown mafia – can’t you see his very fancy ombre suit? Kinn’s deep in smug asshole mode for this entire interaction, flashing the watch he already got back, telling Porsche it’s actually worth 2 million baht, dumbass, and demanding a drink – Porsche makes him something bitter with a sweet aftertaste, hmm. When he tries to get Porsche to go “someplace quiet to talk,” and Porsche says he’s NOT going, Kinn literally pulls the “nice place you got here, be a shame if something happened to it” card, so, not succeeding very well on either the “not a lowlife mafia” front or the valuing of consent front. He compounds this by having the goons literally put a bag over Porsche’s head and kidnap him, which goes in my bag of receipts of how Kinn = Vegas = Kinn. This is not even subtle.

The next time we see Porsche, he’s tied up on a boat, and it’s daylight outside, so they must have kept him overnight. Also, Ken’s there! Along with a bunch of other heavies who aren’t any of our guys, and Ken gets to pull the bag off of Porsche’s head and also gets to get kicked in the stomach, so actually, yeah, I can kind of maybe see a little bit why he’s irritated with Bodyguard Porsche from jump. Kinn shows up, provides an infodump for us on Porsche – Porsche Pachara, 23yo, former taekwondo champion, an orphan raising his younger brother, works as a bartender and is known for being both very good and very “nice” ifyouknowwhatimean, and as an underground street-fighter known as THE PHOENIX – and demands Porsche be his bodyguard. Porsche sneers at him – he’s also noticeably using impolite pronouns when talking to Kinn - about how he’s not interested in, first of all, being effaced, of being wallpaper like the bodyguards standing around them (cue thoughts of being seen, and how that’s going to echo in the VP storyline). Kinn mentions how much he’ll earn and Porsche literally spits in his face, before talking about how he’d have to do “terrible” things, like what’s been done to him, before he manages to get himself free and they fight.

Presumably Kinn’s been trained by Chan, so he stands up fairly admirably to The Phoenix, but for some godforsaken reason he’s surprised that Porsche fights dirty, including punching him in the dick when Kinn has him on his knees and sinking his teeth into Kinn’s neck when both of his hands are captured, which kind of makes me wonder if this is some kind of attempted parallel to the sexualized VP torture scene at the beginning of Ep 11. Anyway, that’s what you get for keeping your shirts unbuttoned halfway down your chest, dumbass. Porsche finally makes a break for it and runs to the upper deck of the boat, where Kinn fires some warning shots before Porshe jumps off the boat to get away from him.

So, I think this sequence is really where the seeds of Porsche’s overall character arc – a corruption arc – are sown. In this first episode, Porsche would literally rather die than be the guy he’s going to become in the final episode. He explicitly says so, and he puts action to words by jumping off the boat, where he could easily be shot in the water and left to drown. By the end of the series, he’s going to walk up to the hangman’s noose and put his head in – accept the ring with the crest of the minor family, the branch whose job is the dirty work that he’s so contemptuous of here, and be subsumed into the fold, which we’ll also learn his mother tried to leave. And despite lip service of the main family branch being the public-facing, legitimate business section, we’re going to continue to see that their hands aren’t as clean as they’d want everyone to think, and Porsche’s own hands are going to start to get dirty pretty fast – but that’s a discussion for Ep 3.

Another thing I also noted is that gd rope that Porsche is tied in the chair with on the boat, the rope that he manages to get out of quite handily while also sneering down his nose at the job that Kinn is offering demanding he take. I’m going to start tracking all the instances of when we see that kind of rope – I’m particularly interested in it as it applies to Pete, of course – but I also want to know if this is a continuity fuckup or if they’re trying to let us know something about Porsche, when he already knows how to get himself out of these bonds as he resists being subsumed into the main family compound and the Bodyguard Farm, but then later will fumble and fumble and fumble, trying to get out of that rope, the minute he gets bound and pushed into a pool during bodyguard training, when he’s been forced into service - in too deep and over his head.

Anyway, we close out this section with a fuming Kinn showing up back home in the main family compound, in the big meeting room, where Korn and Chan are settled in at one end for a chess match, and immediately pouring himself a drink. I would self-medicate, too, if I had to deal with being Korn’s heir apparent. Korn immediately asks why Kinn’s back empty-handed (aka “why did you fail again”), like Porsche is an object, a possession, that Kinn would carry back to the compound, and Super!Irritated!Kinn is all “I told you so! And anyway, there are plenty of people better than him!” Whereupon Korn immediately starts spouting creepy cryptic bullshit about how sure, there are plenty of people who could be bought, but doesn’t Kinn find this guy interesting, that when offered all this money, he still doesn’t want to do it? Which 1) in hindsight, I have to wonder if this is a dig about Tawan, who clearly could be bought, and 2) you’re going to buy Porsche by the end of this episode, you’re just going to up the stakes so he can’t refuse you. Which makes the way you language this even worse, you horrible old man - essentially what you’re going to do is force him to do something you admit he doesn’t want to do, while you act like it’s fine because you’re throwing money at him. I don’t care if he is a hustler using his body in various and sundry ways to make money - you don’t get to coerce him and act like it’s consensual, asshole.

Anyway, Kinn thinks that Porsche is maybe just dumb, but Korn keeps on like this, pointing out how many of their people were bought by other gangs or families, and maybe Porsche is the one Kinn is looking for, which makes me even more suspicious that this is at least a little bit about Tawan, which then makes the whole thing even creepier, because it means Korn is saying, look, let’s find some way to coerce this guy into being not only your Chan but your boyfriend, wouldn’t that be perfect? Right before he checkmates Chan with a self-satisfied smile on his face.

Which only brings us up to 42:50, but I think the next bit is all of a piece through the end, so :fingers crossed: plan is finish Ep 1 next week.

#porsche pachara #kinn theerapanyakul #korn theerapanyakul #theerapanyakul a++ parenting #kinnporsche #kp 15m #kp 15m ep 1

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Name: Isla

Isla grew up in Canada with her parents, older sister, and younger brother. Due to her parents' negligence, Isla ended up being raised for the most part by her older sister.

She was forced into ballet when she was six and continued with it to try to get her parents to pay more attention to her.

Isla ended up becoming addicted to caffeine when she was twelve, as she would stay up for days at a time to try to balance ballet, school, and her social life - because of this, she ended up becoming the "Loner" kid at school.

When Isla was thirteen, her sister went off to college, leaving her to continue to raise herself.

Of course, she was fifteen when she ended up being kidnapped for her year of unwanted education. She tries to be the mom friend of the group, but it fails when she trips over her own feet and ends up crashing into a wall.

Ace and Deuce have absolutely tried to bubble-wrap her. Jack even got her a child leash. (Yes, she launched a dagger at him. No, it didn't hit.)

Her favourite things: Sarcasm, coffee, energy drinks, and her crowbar named Crowie.

Her least favourite things: Phys ed, anything spicy, being coddled

Other facts: Clumsy and has no coordination despite the fact that she's danced for ten years, lives off of caffeine and forgets to eat, drinks nearly no water, sarcastic and sassy, also ended up being accidentally adopted by Lilia. She NEVER has her natural hair colour.. Normally she sticks to blue hair, although she switches it up sometimes and goes with split dyes or colourful ombres.

Quotes:

"Hey, Leona? Remember all those times you threatened to turn me to sand? I'd like to cash those in please."

"ACE! GET BACK HERE WITH MY HOMEWORK!"

"ACE! IF YOU DON'T STOP USING GRIM AS A FLAMETHROWER, I'M SHOVING YOU OFF THE ASTRONOMY TOWER!"

"...Leona, you can't commit a war crime because you had a fight with your brother."

"Is murder legal here? Cuz somedays, Ace and Deuce deserve it"

"Malleus? Why is my dorm bubble wrapped? When did you even have the time to do this??"

"Grim, light Sebek on fire please...I know he'll die, he deserves it, he stole all my caffeine."

"Fine, but you're paying for all my coffees and energy drinks for a month."

"I'm the only student here without magic, so why am I always saving your pathetic asses? Have you noticed how I have the coordination of a newborn deer?"

"This is my christmas list." "...it's just "Crowley's corpse on a silver platter"?" "You can even recruit the housewardens if you'd like, they owe me for all the fucking overblots."

"I have no magic and am trapped in a school for boys with magic. My crowbar, sarcasm, and dark humor are my only defenses!"

"RIDDLE! TREY STOLE MY CROWBAR!"

"Floyd Fucking Leech, give that crowbar back or so help me they will never find your corpse!"

"Haha! Good thing I got no housewarden!"

"Lilia overheard us talking about how I'm technically an orphan in this world and he told me to sign adoption papers." "She signed them WITHOUT QUESTIONING HIM!" "So yes, Lilia is now my father."

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[student-in-nightraven]

hello!^^ this is my first request [its been a really long time since ive acc requested on tumblr and stuff so sorry if im crusty o(TヘTo) , ps how are you? :D] could i please have a twisted wonderland match make personality: im a person would will throw myself on you as a 'hug' , and i will roast the mfing out of u if you're super annoying [pls i acc nice] , i hate hate hate when fights break out in my class but ill stil give a non-biased report on every.single.detail. I can lose my temper quickly and would "talk back" even though its hard to control my mouth , anyways i love cats i will litterly miss my bus for petting a cat. i wont budge if you shout scream or even hit i really wont bother if you're just downright giving me a headache , i love to just drop kick people like i did once when it was on accident but my friend fell on her back and i was apologetic. MBTI:intp likes: reading [a really big bookworm] , i like to play on my switch and i dont personally like art but im good at it , i love creative writing and and im in the makes of making own , its a dark angsty novel if ya wanna know.[ a lil sneak peak 'As Francis held the remaining petals, his sobs were filling up the silence in the hole of his mind yet no sound truly came out. he felt that his legs fail to support him no longer as he collapsed into the pitch black void of his feelings....'] i like desserts and sour things , dislikes:i really really hate being confronted, and i hate over working to much since i feel exhausted . i hate being accused a lot and i really really really hate being bullied. appearance: shoulder length dark-brown hair with hazel coloured eyes, i short despite my age and was mistaken for a person about 2 grades/years younger than me 😭 , i wear blue ombre glasses! [ps. dont overwork your self on anything - a new follower☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆]

Awe well aren't you just the sweetest!! I match you with...

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... Ace!

Can I just say, c h a o t i c. But in a cute way😻

We all know how it went down when ace first met yuu, so when he was being a little ass you did NOT hesitate to put him in his place, after a little rivalry you grew closer and instead of being eachothers problem decided to be the nrcs problem ✨

Ace is cheering you on whenever your beefing with riddle, which to may I add is basically every single day- I mean who are you to blame? He is overly strict and someone has to be brave enough to tell him so, which is why ace bows to you, and as a gift gifts you a cherry pie which he made himself! (I hc he's good at baking especially when it's related to cherries)

expects praises but doesn't at the same time, like he'll be all "oh I'm such a good boyfriend I deserve compliments!!" and when you actually compliment him he freezes and blushes;

He is so jealous of grim, he can't pry your hANDS OFF OF HIM, your holding grim 24/7 and ace just stares at you, with tears in his eyes/hj

Asked vil if he could turn him into a cat once no joke, he actually did, he was a ginger cat with the softest fur-

You gasped and immediately cradled the cat in your arms unaware who it really was, coincidentally the spell wore off soon and he turned into his original form which you were barely able to hold;

He apologized and so did you, you told him you'd make it up for him with a date to which he gladly agreed to;

He definitely takes glances at what you're writing " is it about mee?~" "Ace for the last time, NO-"

You drop kicked him and he deserved it

If you accidentally overworked or are close to it he immediately runs up to you and drags you far away from your desk, bringing you anywhere else to either cause trouble or just relax, yep ladies gentlemen and non binary hoes ace actually can relax, crazy ik😻

But yeah he may be an ass but he cares, so much about you, loves you dearly but wouldn't admit it outloud unless you were asleep, then he whispers it, you smirk and he chokes on his words and yells at you;

You 2 are the enemies to friends to lovers couple

Thank you for the request dear annon! Your book sounds very interesting, I might take a peek👀, bye for now! Have an amazing week<3

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