#blue motherfucking oak

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Blue Oak with a pregnant! S/O headcanons

Thanks for the request anon! Hope you enjoy!

Features pregnancy, gn! reader, mild references to sex

Let’s get one thing straight off the bat

Man is so stoked to be a dad!

He's so happy when you tell him

Hugging you so tight and grinning from ear-to-ear

Already talking about how awesome your kid's gonna be!

It doesn't matter one bit if baby was planned or not. his reaction is the exact same

Constantly

And I mean constantly

Brags about your pregnancy

Even though all he did was bust a nut while you do the actual work and grow a full-ass human being inside you

Red's naturally the god(arceus?)father

His grandpa is delighted by the news

Getting to witness the fourth generation of his lineage...

Not many people get to meet their great-grandchildren, it's very special

Blue is pretty (and by that I mean 100%) sure your kid’s gonna be a trainer

One of the best in fact

"It's in their DNA!" he says

Not how that works but anyways

Convinced every kick shows off their fighting spirit!

Whispers about stats and type matchups to your belly

Of course if your kid ends up wanting to pursue a different path, he'll support them 100%

He's still holding out hope though 🤞

Gets himself a DILF shirt and mug because he's that vain

he's right tho

Gets you your respective mug and shirt too

He thinks the title fits ;)

The nursery is eevee themed!

After all, not only is it a cute, fluffy and friendly

It has the potenrial to evolve into so many different and great things!

Also a very soothing colour-scheme too

He gets the kiddo kanto starter plushes too

Fully intending to have them pick their starter

Straight outta the womb lol

His main solution to your mood swings is food and compliments

Always has his hand on your bump, whether you're out and about or at home

BABYMOON fucking hate that word TO ALOLA

It's gonna be the last time you two go on a holiday alone for a long while

Plus it's a great chance to relax before baby comes

Sure sipping mocktails instead of cocktails doesn't quite have the same effect

But enjoying the warm, languid sunshine while chilling on a sandy beach, listening to waves

Not to mention gorging yourself on ice cream and malasadas

And you get to wear cute, tropical outfits!

I feel like Blue would take lots of pictures of you

He thinks you're so beautiful - he's so proud too

If you agree to it, he'll post them to his socials

Bragging all the while ofc

Does a timelapse of the photos at the end to show the progression of your pregnancy

Unfortunately, he would be the kind of guy to say yes to the nurse when they ask you (aka the person literally in labour) if you want some food

"Man, I am so tired right now..."

"You're tired?! I have been pushing YOUR BABY out for the past TWELVE HOURS!!"

#blue oak headcanons #blue oak x reader #green oak headcanons #green oak x reader #blue oak #green oak #blue motherfucking oak #pregnancy #request

[fucky-oureyes]

made a bunch of memes for fun. more rocket siblings propaganda + a few kanto ones + honorary siblings leaf and silver

#after reading the manga they will always be honorary siblings to me even in gameverse #silver.txt #pokemon #gameverse #trainer leaf #trainer red #rival blue #blue oak #green oak #champion lance #trainer moon #trainer selene #rival green #champion blue #WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY TAGS. MOTHERFUCKER. #trainer ethan #rocket siblings

[dittolicous]

Also, like, if they do eebie Blue, you have to realize how much of a BIG DEAL that would be in the Pokemon World. Cuz ok, Anabel didn’t really leave anyone behind, no canon family and she even got to keep her mons. Ingo left behind his brother Emmet and his team, so that's more distressing of course. But Blue?

Blue wouldn't just leave behind a sister but also a GRANDFATHER. Y'know, motherfucking Professor Oak. AKA possibly the Biggest Name in canon, THE quintessential Pokemon Professor. And for all we joke about him forgetting Blue's name, lbr, he definitely loves both his grandchildren deeply. So if one suddenly went missing, there's absolutely no way he wouldn't cash in every favor and pull every string to bring them home safe.

And that doesn't even touch on Blue's connection with the Kanto League as both a former Champion and Gym Leader, his legendary friendship with Champion Red, and of course their work in the Battle Tree.

Blue Oak disappearing would be a National fucking Emergancy across numerous regions, the likes of which we have yet to see in Pokemon.

#pokemon #pokemon legends za #pokemon legends arceus #rival blue #blue oak #green oak #professor oak #and ok sure they could eebie red instead #but cmon no one would ever realize something was up and red would conquer any Pokemon region without breaking a sweat #that would be an average weekend for him #blue in the other hand would probably be cool for a few days b4 going 'actually this fucking sucks' and returning to his brat routes #as he bitches and angrly tries to find a way home #regardless of memory loss #not even a total mind wipe could rob him of his brat sass core #complaining the entire time as he tries to reinvent the wheel which has been un-invented

[geminixevans-stan]

All The Time

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Words: 3.6k+

Summary: He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, smut, oral m rec, unprotected sex, gunplay, spanking, bicep choking, cuckolding, squirting, fingering, mentions of gunfire, shooting, daddy kink.

A/N: It’s safe to say that after The Gray Man trailer that Lloyd Hansen is superior! I hope you like my little pairing! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you. 

That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.

Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now. 

You never thought you would see the day that anyone would have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you. 

Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.

That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong. 

Yet, as you opened the large oak door, someone else was in his seat and Nick was on the other side. Out. Cold. The guy sitting with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face beckoned you to come in. 

But you hesitated and that smug turned into a smile as he pulled out a 9mm and pointed it straight to Nick’s head, “I’d come in here if I were you. I’ll splatter his brains all over these walls sweetheart. Test me,” his tone was cold yet that smiled stayed. 

This is one deranged motherfucker…

The thought bounced in your head, snapping out of your mind when you heard that familiar click. 

“Times a wasting gorgeous, his blood will literally be on your hands if you don’t move. Now,” you pressed the door shut behind, hearing an appreciative hum from his throat as you made your way over to Nick. 

His head was slumped to the side but he was still breathing. You rose your head up to the man in question, “What do you want?” the question was simple yet the answer was something you weren’t expecting. 

The deviant sitting in front of you, gave a beaming smile, “Well that’s simple sweetheart… you,” there was a bit of silence as you quirked your brow at him, “Just for an hour while Nicky boy sleeps. You know how he is about you..”

That you did. Which is why this whole ordeal became humorous. Nick’s warm breath coasted across your hand as he showed no signs of waking. You didn’t even know who the fuck this guy was but he sure knew Nick.

One thing you did know was that he was gorgeous, even with the mustache that he sported. He carried the most beautiful blue eyes but you could tell they were dangerous too. Any man that can smile while pointing a gun at anyone had some screws loose. 

Just like your sweet Nick…

You didn’t know what to do but whatever he wanted from you, he couldn’t have. The smirk stayed on the pretty boy's face before it broke into realization, “How rude of me. I don’t think we shared pleasantries. Lloyd Hansen and I know all about you,” your body flinching a bit as your name rolls off his tongue. 

But you heard of his name before, never put a face to the name until now. He definitely looked like a Lloyd that’s for sure. 

Men like Lloyd came a dime a dozen. Not many put the fear in you and Nick never did even with his gruesome past and present. 

Yet Lloyd seemed different, a new kind of unhinged and you didn’t believe many men. In this instance though, you believe that he would shoot Nick without hesitation. 

 There you stood as tall as you could be eyeing Lloyd in the wrong chair. It sent fire through your veins and it was time to play his game, “So Lloyd… How can I help you? Money? We have that. Territory? I’ll see what we can do. It would be hilarious to think you’ll ever have me though. You know what Nick would do to you?”

Lloyd blanches sarcastically, “That I do. Looks like he can’t do much right now gorgeous? What do you say? One hour and everyone will be happy. Need to see what keeps Nick sharp like he is. I could use some of that around me.”

A snicker escapes your throat at what he’s asking, “What? Don’t tell me the great Lloyd Hansen has to stoop low for another man’s pussy? Is that what this is? I gotta say… I’m not interest-” A shot rings out that cuts off your last word. 

Your head snaps to him as your eyes widen, the smugness on his face returning, “Sweetheart I can get any piece of pussy I want,” the click of his gun going off as he reloads, “I just want yours at the moment. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me some gratitude.” 

“Gratitude for what? Having shit aim?”

Another shot rang out as the glass sculpture of your own body shatters. Nick was gonna kill him from that alone..

“For not putting a bullet in both your heads. Now….” He raises his gun again, pointing at you, “Move it. Unlike you, I don’t have all day.”

That was rich coming from a bastard trying to get your — well Nick’s pussy. He made sure you knew it was his whenever he took you apart and you thanked him every time.

You took slow strides around the desk, eyes staring daggers into Lloyd. Whatever he was going to do to you, Nick was going to do worse to him. 

The fact makes you smirk as you walk over to him, his brows furrowing, “What’s so funny gorgeous?”

You let out a small giggle the second you’re face to face with him, “Just that… Nick is going to kill you. So have your fun, I’ll be sure to buy the best flower arrangement for your funeral.”

Cold steel met the tip of your chin, raising your head at eye level with him. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his smile appears, “I see why Nick likes you, sweetheart… That mouth.” 

You flinch away the moment his thumb skates across your lip, “So pretty,” he whispers, “But! I think you can use those pretty lips in better ways than trying to piss me off.”

A low groan could be heard but it came from neither you nor Lloyd. You both turn your head to a waking Nick. Whatever Lloyd thought he injected with wasn’t strong enough. 

Your fight or flight comes into play as you try to inch away from Lloyd, only to be pulled back roughly with your back against his chest. You could feel the solid muscle behind his shirt and the planes of his abs, resting at your back. 

It didn’t even surprise you that he had some strength, no matter how good he looked. 

“Stay right here sweetheart, looks like Nicky wants to watch,” he chuckles, dipping his lips to the exposed part of your neck. The full pair ghosts over your skin, sending goosebumps all over you. 

But your eyes stayed directly on Nick as he raised his head to see the image in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times before his vision became clear. His first instinct was to pull at the ropes and he struggled.

He was still weak from whatever he was given but the anger that rose from him was in full force. Only, he didn’t yell or look like he was going to try and save you. 

Nick looked at Lloyd first, then to you, “Daddy’s girl okay?” the tone filled with sincere worry but his face still stayed cold. 

You nod once before Lloyd's chuckle cuts through the exchange, “Oh she’s gonna be more than okay after I’m done with her,” he says raising the barrel of the gun and running it slowly down the side of your face, neck, and down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched, not of fear but of arousal? 

This was turning you on and if anyone knew your body cues, Nick did and he knew his girl, was turned on. The faint tint formed at the front of his slacks as he kept his eyes on you, “Say, Hansen,” Lloyd sets his sights on Nick, “Need you to check something for me…”

Lloyd scoffs, amused that Nick would be asking him for anything right now, “Humor me, Nicky. What can I do for you?”

“Check my pussy,” you begin to protest, but Nick’s glare silenced you, “Go on. Whatever you find will determine if you have a closed casket or not.”

Lloyd wasted no time bunching up your dress and push his hand between your legs. The triumph laced on his fact the minute he finds just what he and Nick were looking for. 

“Completely drench,” Lloyd says in amazement, “I see why you stay between these pretty thighs Nicky, she’s got a fucking faucet,” he grunts, pushing two thick fingers in your slippery hole. 

You let out a breathy moan, catching the tick in Nick’s jaw. At this point, you didn’t know if he was mad or amused. But as his eyes never left yours he asks, “He feels good sweet girl?,” you shake your head, “Oh don’t lie now. I can see the cream on his fingers from here..”

It was true, Lloyd’s thick digits were curled at the right angle, bumping up against the spongy spot within your tight slit.

Lloyd pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. The rough pads of his fingers against your spot makes the pressure build in your core, strangled sounds coming from your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You know he doesn’t like liars gorgeous. Tell him. Tell him how good you feel right now.”

You try to resist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Lloyd brings you to the edge, slowing down as a whine bubbles from your throat. 

“Y-yes Daddy… He feels — fuck it’s good oh fuck!,” you squeak out the minute Lloyd speeds up his pace. The tent grows bigger under Nick’s pants and his lips quirk up. 

“Oh, my greedy girl. You know better don’t you?” desperately you nod at him, knowing that your end was near, “Seems like she forgot her manners, Hansen. You got your hour. Make it good.”

With Nick’s own permission, Lloyd pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, the squelch heard as your walls try to suck them back in. 

You looked at him in disbelief as Lloyd turned your attention to him, “Since you like to be quiet gorgeous, let’s put that mouth to work. Knees.”

It should have been a crime how quickly you lowered to your knees for him and it should have made Nick mad but you’ve kneeled for him without even asking. 

Your eyes look up at Lloyd and then back to Nick, making sure this was something that he wanted. By the look on his face, this was more for him than you right now. The coldness of the steel presses to your cheek, turning your head back to Lloyd’s direction. 

The bulge straining at the front of his well-tailored slacks was in clear view and the corners of your mouth became wet. 

Lloyd looks down at you, his face full of questioning, “I thought you were a good girl gorgeous? Take me out. You know what to do.” 

You bring your hands to his belt, quickly unbuckling it as the clink of metal can be heard. Following his belt, you pop off the buttons of his pants open, pulling the zipper and his pants low enough to grab the waistband of his briefs. 

The most glorious glistening cock springs out, bobbing in the air. Corded veins traveled from his shaft to the leaky red head that was inches from your lips.

You wanted to taste it — devour it. After all, whatever you were about to do was all to save Nick’s life..

Right?

That’s what your excuse was going to be. Your tongue snaked out, as you scooted closer. You lick a long slow stripe up Lloyd’s thick cock, gaining a sharp hiss, the minute you wrapped your lips around his aching head.

“Fuck, that’s it gorgeous,” he chokes out, “No won- fuck” he groans the minute your throat wraps around his length. Your eyes gaze up at him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. 

Nick sat on the sidelines as his girl went to work, his own cock leaking at you sucking off another man. In any other circumstance, he would have already put two in Lloyd’s chest. But who was he to deny you of anything making you that wet?

The loud slurps from you and curses falling from Lloyd’s lips, had your inner thighs drenched with arousal. Turned you on knowing that you can bring these men to their knees with your mouth. 

It made your double your efforts as your wrapped your fingers around Lloyd’s thick length, twisting and sucking at the same time. 

“There you go, sweet girl, drain him. Show him why you’re mine,” the growl coming from his lips as you stopped all your motions and looked over at him. 

Lloyd's eyes opened up as he saw your sights set on Nick and then back on him. You took your hands that were once wrapped around his cock and brought them behind your back.

With no warning at all, you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue spill over your lips. Lloyd didn’t need any instructions as he gripped your hair in one hand, slowly shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

He didn’t start at a slow pace. No Lloyd wanted to fuck your throat til you could no longer breathe. His hips snap at a bruising pace, spit dripping from your lips in long strings as your hollowed your cheeks to suck him in more. 

His eyes that were once blue were filled with the darkness as he looked down at your ruined face, “Look so good with my cock in the pretty mouth gorgeous,” he pants out, cursing as you moan around his length, the vibrations sending the first wave of his impending release.

He hated to not feel your mouth around him but, he was going to make the best of this hour and if he was going to cum, well he had to the perfect place. 

Lloyd stopped his movements, slowly pulling your mouth off his cock. Sharp pins spread to the back of your head as he drags you back up, not wasting any time to bend your completely over. 

You became eye to eye with Nick and his eyes were filled with nothing but pure lust. 

“Still okay sweet girl?” his question more of a check-in than anything. He knew if you weren’t that he would have ended this charade the minute you said you weren’t 

You nod as your try to speak, your throat becoming sore, “Okay Dadd- oh fuck!” your speech falters as Lloyd began to push into you. 

The whimper escaped your lips as he pushed in deeper, stretching you out with every inch until he bottomed out. Lloyd’s chuckle vibrated over your shoulder as he pressed a searing kiss on your skin, “Look at this greedy pussy Nicky boy. Even when I’m all the way, she’s still trying to suck me in. Shame you keep her all to yourself you know.”

Nick looked the least unbothered, “You know I never share Hansen. But my sweet girl loves your cock so much that I’ll make an exception. You’d have a slut like her in no time if you treat her like I do mine.”

Lloyd smirk, drawing his hips back, only letting his fat tip resting in your walls, “Yeah well,” he thrusts knocking the wind out of you, “Maybe I like yours a little too much,” he says through gritted teeth the minute he snaps his hips at a steady pace. 

He grips your hips with his large hands as he pounds your dripping hole, fascinated at the cream forming on his cock.

“OhfuckOhfuck!” you slur your words as Lloyd’s tip brushes up against your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to reach out to Nick. 

“Ah ah ah, my sweet girl,” he tsks, “You wanted it now you take it like a good girl. Come on make daddy proud baby.”

Lloyd leans down pressing his lips to your ear, “Come on don’t be shy sweetheart. Making you feel so good, this tight pussy won’t even let me go,” he cooes to you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, bringing you up against his chest. 

He sets his thrusts to a bruising pack, the new angle letting him hit your spot with every stroke. You choke out a scream as he pulls pleasure from your body, tightening his grip on your windpipe. 

Nick is in awe of the entire ordeal that he writhes, trying to find some friction. He stops when he can’t get a reprieve, taking in the goddess you are as you get fucked to an inch of your life. 

The sounds of slapping skin and the loud squelching noise bounce off the walls as Lloyd takes you apart with this thick cock, the pleasure blooming in your core. 

“F-fuck! Oh that’s so good,” you cry out, choking on your breath as Lloyd squeezes your neck, breathing hard in your ear. 

“Yeah? It’s what you wanted huh sweetheart. You needed this cock didn’t you?” the sting on your ass from his hand could be felt before the sound rang in your ears. 

You let out a wail, eyes rolling to white as he uses your body like his own toy. 

Nick loved looking at you like this. His sweet girl looked so good all fucked out and a complete mess. He grunted audibly, looking at your walls flutter around Lloyd’s cock. 

He knew you were close before you did and he was ready to give you want you wanted. No… Deserved. 

Nick straightened up in his seat, watching the image in front of him unfold. You couldn’t keep your moans at bay, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter. 

Your pussy sucked Lloyd in at you set your eyes on Nick, “Daddy… Please? Pretty, pretty please?”

Nick smirked, moving slowly to take the knife from his back pocket, “What do you want baby? Tell me…”

You started to speak before, Lloyd slammed your face down on the desk, snapping his hips violently making you reach out for Nick, “You need to be begging me, sweetheart. I’m the one making you feel good.”

“Fuckkk…” you drawled out, still keeping your eyes on Nick. 

“He’s right baby, go on beg him for it.”

Lloyd laid another resounding slap to your ass, “No need,” yanking your head up as he kept pounding into you, “Go ahead cum and you better soak me,” his free hands moves, gripping his 9mm and pointing it at Nick, “You better cum good or I’ll put a bullet in his head. Come on cum for me baby,” he says as he sinks his teeth in your neck. 

You let out a piercing scream the moment the coil snaps and your juices cascade down your thighs and coat Lloyd’s twitching cock. 

“That’s my girl,” Nick whispers, grunting out his own release the minute you let go. He lets out a series of curses as the wet spot on his slacks grows. 

Too lost in your own high, Lloyd curses, pulling out of your spasming hole and pushing you down to your knees. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” his mouth hangs open, groaning loudly as he jerks himself over your face, white ribbons covering your face as the remainder lands on your lips and tongue. 

Just like the true slut you were, you instinctively swiped your thumb over your bottom lip, pushing his seed over your tongue and swallowing his release down. 

“Fuck,” both men say simultaneously. Pride fills your body as both men look at you like art. 

“I see now,” Lloyd breathed out, stuffing himself back in his briefs and fastening his pants back up. He placed the safety back on his gun and walk around you and in front of Nick, “That sweet piece of pussy just saved your life. We’ll be in touch..”

Just as quick and silent as he entered your home, Lloyd Hansen was gone. The ache between your legs was proof that he was there. 

“Come here, sweet girl..” Nick calls out for you and you crawl slowly over him, resting your head in his lap. 

You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile on your face, “Hi Daddy,” you say quietly. You hear a snap and Nick's hands are cupping your cheeks softly. 

“Hi baby…. Got some energy for me?”

For him? You had all the energy in the world…

#Gemorginal #the gray man #the 355 #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen x woc!reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen filth #chris evans characters #nick fowler #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler one shot #nick fowler x woc!reader #nick fowler smut #lloyd hansen one shot #nick fowler fanfiction #nick fowler fic #sebastian stan characters

[joonipertree]

love in all its glory (in all of its efforts)

Love is a million things. It's fear, fondness, warmth, endearment, the want, the compromises, the desperation.

Rin loves you in all of its complexities.

(or: he fucked up and realised he adores the fuck out of you)

cw: blood (not a lot), brief mention of past head injury.

pairing: Haitani Rindou × gn!reader

tags: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, Haitani Rin is very much in love, fluff

A/N: I got my heartbroken a few months ago and I wrote this to redefine what love is for me. love takes effort and I simply wish someone would try with their everything.

Rin’s bike had sped through the streets he didn’t really want to care to remember, (hearing the shrieks of fifteen year old you, telling him to slow down. He didn’t listen like he never listened to you back then. ‘You’re gonna get hurt, jackass.’). 

It swerved into your neighbourhood and he nearly crashed to a stop, stumbling onto the curb and letting himself run on autopilot. When he made it to your gate, he jumped over (hearing your grunts as you tried to parkour yourself in like he did. 

‘I am more than capable of doing this but help.’ 

He remembered laughing as he held out his arms for you.)

Rindou’s body slammed into the wooden door, fists thumping in the same pattern you used to do whenever you knocked at the door. His breathing had turned quick and laboured, eyes blurry as he tried to hear for any signs of life but the house was dead without your laughter in it. 

(The sounds of snorts and hiccuping filled his ears, you always laughed like that with only him, always leaned against him.)

He moved, not caring that his bare shoulder bumped into the spiky concrete of your porch where doodles of butterflies and crude drawings had faded with time. 

(‘You’re so disgusting, Rin! Have some respect for my house. Don’t touch my sun!’)

One foot felt the grass and the dew stuck to his sole. 

(‘You literally wear the most basic things it’s fine if they stain, I’m wearing something pretty--- fuck that’s cold.’ )

He jumped over the large protruding rock that had split his head open.

 (Your sobs and wails as clear as day as you shrieked, ‘Rin! Please don’t leave me! I love you!’) 

Why the fuck did he leave? What peace could he have found in your sorrow?

The swing that limply hung by half of its ropes filled his vision. (the memories of him sitting on the once intact seat with tears running down his cheeks flooded his mind. He didn’t remember the reason for his pain but he remembered you, his blue penicillin. You sat in front of him on the ground with your legs crossed, patiently waiting for him to speak.)

(You always listened. Always. Why didn’t he? )

His palms burned as he grappled the jagged bark of the oak tree, nails digging in and toes propelling him upwards (‘Be careful!’). His nail broke. (‘I would probably die if you fell on me right?’) He lost his footing but he only slid an inch before going forward. ('I’ll step ten feet away just in case….do you wanna rob houses?’) His foot solidified on the one sturdy branch there was. ('Listen, you either save the kitty or you die trying…do not throw her off, motherfucker.') Your shrieks echoed through as he moved on quick feet so that his older and burdened body wouldn’t cause him to free fall to the ground. 

Your window was a few inches away from the crooked reach of the tree and he extended his crooked hand to grab onto the ledge. The window was already half way open, (just like the nights when he would sneak in at midnight to find a broken you on the floor, showing the shards of your soul that caused your hands to bleed.) Blood smeared on the underlay of the pane as he pushed it all the way up, head ducking and one leg making it to the floor of your bedroom. 

( ‘Rin.’ 

You would smile through your tears, voice cracking and he wondered if any smile he could ever make out of sheer joy would ever match the one that had tears collecting at the corner of your mouth. If a crack in his heart sounded the same as the one in your throat. )

He stopped and searched the room that was shrouded in emptiness. His eyes landed on the lump of blankets that had a tuft of  hair and black headphones peeking  out from the top. He knew for a fact that the lump in his throat could beat it in its enormity when all you looked like was a tiny ball. You were so fucking small and he fucking wished you were small under his embrace rather than on your own.

What if you disappeared from his grasp as he wrapped you in his arms?

His body heaved in exhaustion, lungs constricting as if to punish him for his sins that only held weight because your pain weighed them down. His heart hurt from its pounding and he knew it wanted to escape, bleed out all of his love for you because all it thought it could do was paint your floors for you to see

 His hair was left dishevelled and tangled, covering half of his face and he wondered what it would take for it to leave his sight for the rest of eternity, what would it take to never blink again if it meant looking at your every small movement and uneven breath. 

He barely saved himself from crumbling to his knees as his shaken legs walked o you, knowing that the only oxygen they would accept is the one that you would provide. His wounded hands push your shoulder towards him, as if they didn’t scream for letting even a drop of his tainted blood to smear your soft skin. 

And when your head landed on his chest, a bit too abruptly, he wished that his ribs could soften so his bones didn’t hurt you. And he held you, not letting him take your warmth but letting himself pour every ounce of kindness you handed to him unconditionally, trying to increase it tenfold. 

There was stillness, the song through your headphones playing into his ear as he pressed his cheek against your head. He couldn’t make it out, didn’t care enough because music would only echo in his hollowed out chest. 

The earthquakes came in waves, limbs twitching as if to find purchase. The trembles were followed by salt water and Rindou was ready to swim you to the shoreline, against the pull of the hurricane.

But, you were still. You were a stable wooden floor that wouldn’t bend under the shoes of man. And he realised belatedly that the tears were his. They were yours to see. Everything that was his was yours and he knew that the day he felt your small chubby hands take his awkward slender ones. A sob clawed out of his throat like it had waited for the day it could see light.

 And you-

(the you who was so human that humanity was loved by him for a second, you whose existence meant the existence of deities that grew out of the earth to watch over it)

 You turned in his hold and held his face, wiping away his pain with a single swipe of your thumb. And he knew that destiny was bullshit when your effort had caused you to look up at him with concern (and with the sun that had decided to wait out its dying days in them.)

He loves you. 

#haitani rindou x reader #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x you #tokyo manji gang #tokyorev smut #romance #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #tr rindou #rindou smut #rindou x y/n #haitani rindo x reader #haitani x reader #haitani fluff #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev #mikey headcanon #proud of me #spilled heart #healing

[nutria--oscura]

THE EPISODE TITLE- (me when i get a confidence boost at like 3am)(main character by will wood starts playing)

~spoilers for s2 e38~

THE OPENING YALL-

we're starting of strong bois-

i aspire to be normal oak (says the person who has never owned a heelys and has always wanted)

the roll that determines all *drum roll* NAT 20 LEZZZZ GOOOOOO LOVE WINS

we stan sparrow-

#fuck willy

shittatude is my new favourite word

taylor? taylor no-

cas and willy having good chemistry scares me. cas, girl, save yourself

normal: 'everyone gets to bully their dad' scary:

commune with the riddler? hermie can help with that (i need hermie content please anthony-)

oh yeah- scary didn't know they were married-

normal: THE gothcleats shipper

HERMIEEEEEEEE & NICKKKKK

ITS ARSON TIME BABEY- not yet? ok not yet but please-

taylor and nick content <3

normal and scary interactions <3

SCARYYYYYYYYY <3

CATBUS YAYYYYY!!!

YES SCARY! SCAM THAT FUCKER #FUCK WILLY

who- thE MAYOR???

thank you beth for that i'm gonna be reference <3

mayor margret mcsnarkles? we love alliteration

link really went from 'we cannot kill ANYONE' and not wanting mae to talk about torturing captives, to 'we could test this, by like, just shooting a few people, from here'- ik he counters it once sparrow says they don't know if they if its reversable or not but like-

HUMAN GUN HUMAN GUN HUMAN GUN

link: 'we can cast that sphere of darkness' taylor enthusiastic: yeah! normal half-hearted, sad: yea...

normal my boy, noooo-

TAYLOR-

stain glass window??? of the dads??? 'like the sort of thing we'd put on a shirt'??? you better put that on a shirt??? please???

every time they use the human gun i remember that the people they shoot are naked- and-

'there's a big tasty rat on the on the other side'

'i'm so sorry i lied to you catbus, i don't think there's a rat on the other side' YES THERE IS- FUCKING WILLY-

#fuck willy

just taylor??? oh no-

zone of truth on his balls-

... scary's the only one who can survive it? oh no-

it would kill willy, but not scary??? what-

LORE TIME LORE TIME

it's purple cause it's a combination of blue and red- ohhhhhhhh-

YES. KILL HIM.

YES TEENS SLAY (carefully)

CAS NO-

OH SHIT WILLY WHAT THE FUCK ARE Y-

W-WIFE

FUCK WILLY

i do not believe she would marry willy without consulting taylor no way in hell- engaged? fuck, mabye- but not married

WAIT THEY CANNOT KILL WILLY CAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN CAS WOULD DIE

woah woah woah lark-

WILLY. YOU MOTHERFUCKER-

normal with the heelys and scary with the doc martens <3

why are willy's fears just my fears?

noooooooo- no more love wolf sparrow-

HERMIE AND NICK <3

nick gets banished #2

LET HIM COOK

'he's playing the long game like he always taught me! wait a minute- he didn't teach me shit' taylorrrrr-

3 pissbois

terri??

CASSANDRA-

FUCK YEAH NORMAL

FUCK NO WILLY

SCARY-

THE ROLL THAT DETERMINES ALL- FUCK YEA

we love the doodler

so farrr:

SPARROW IS DRUID CONFIRMED

GRANT IS A RANGER CONFIRMED

c'mon anthony! give em to us!

in conclusion:

Therapy for all! but they've started to work through it slightly!

#fuck willy stampler #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #holy shiiiiiiit #whispers of the raine

[gildead]

so i know i said i would never address the events surrounding [REDACTED] on this blog. and i still won't. i want to make something clear though, because of the chatter regarding villain muses.

team rocket, logistically speaking, probably had nothing to do with gold's death. i'll explain my reasoning under the cut.

imagine, if you will, that you are giovanni. while you once were the most powerful man in kanto, what with being the strongest gym leader AND the head honcho of team rocket, you have fallen from grace because your criminal dealings have come to light thanks to a smartass kid. you're a smart man, however. you lay low, leave the region for a while. even when your admins try to hold up a radio tower to call you back, you hang back - partially because you're ashamed of yourself, but also because they got THEIR asses beaten by a second smartass kid and frankly it's embarrassing it's happened twice.

now, suppose. you're licking your wounds in unova, having a drink at your favorite hole-in-the-wall. the news flickers on. a horrified reporter reads that the mutilated body of a young child has been found in the johto region.

they put up a picture of the boy. you recognize him. he's the one from the radio tower. the one who stopped your team's revival.

now. pay close attention because this part is crucial. who do you think they're going to start investigating first.

because that's not just a normal boy. that's the boy who beat red, the first smartass kid, on mount silver. the boy who earned sixteen badges and the respect of two pokémon leagues, which house in no particular order: a war veteran, two different ninjas, multiple strongmen, a powerful psychic, BLUE MOTHERFUCKING OAK, and two highly powerful dragon trainers from a long line of dragon trainers.

one of which who helped this boy strongarm his way into your base and is THE FORMER CHAMPION.

SERIOUSLY, YOU THINK THE INTERNATIONAL POLICE IS BAD? HAVE YOU SEEN LANCE AND HIS FIFTY MILLION DRAGONITE? THE MAN BLASTED A HOLE INTO YOUR BASE'S ENTRY, AND THAT'S JUST WHEN YOUR ORGANIZATION WAS ABUSING AND TRAFFICKING POKEMON. WHAT DO YOU THINK HE'S GONNA DO TO A GODDAMN CHILD MURDERER, HUH. SPOILER ALERT, IT WILL BE MUCH WORSE.

ahem.

you get what i'm saying though? ordering the violent murder of the kid who beat you the second time around in such a gratuitous manner is a bad move for the guy trying to stay away from the public spotlight, especially after his organization got exposed TWICE. and especially when nothing's been done to red. it's inconsistent, and i'm pretty sure gio HAS some kind of ethical code. even if it's a criminal one.

also gold was friends with his son so was he REALLY that bad a kid?

'but vetra, the executives-' up the shut. doggedly loyal to giovanni as they may be, they are not stupid. archer literally took the L with grace upon getting his butt whooped.

if it was a murder, team rocket would probably have a VESTED INTEREST in bringing said murderer to justice. granted, it's team rocket, so it's probably fucked up mob justice. but that's what happens when you encroach on their turf i guess.

#OUTSIDE THE TOWER. #SO YOU'VE RISEN UP TO GLORY. headcanons. #child murder tw #child death tw #animal abuse mention tw #animal trafficking mention tw #[[not to mention 'bwuh bwuh team rocket' is the most OBVIOUS answer and therefore the dumbest.]] #[[i did have to think about it for a bit. but i knew someone was gonna broach the idea sooner or later and i wanted to nip it in the bud]]

[transpool-moved]

BLUE MOTHERFUCKING OAK?!?!??!?!?!?? ?!?!?!? ?!?!?

#ALSO WHY IS THE HAND SO SMALL HELP ME #SCARLET LB

[ultraericthered]

Pokemon English Voice Compare/Rank, Rivals

In which I rank the English dub voice actors of Pokemon characters from strongest to weakest, and sometimes throw in my 2 cents of who I think would be solid casting choices. This one is for rivals.

BLUE: 1. James Carter Cathcart - Voice of Gary Oak in the main anime. Look, I just have to put this one first, it’s GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK. Plus it just fits the original Gen 1 character way too well. Smug and insufferably snotty when he’s a jerk, but more amiable when he mellows out without ever quite losing the defining cockiness. 2. Lucien Dodge - Voice of Blue in Pokemon Origins. Lucien just totally nails Blue. The natural tone of his voice and his every vocal inflection carries across a better-than-thou jackass characterization, and his turn towards humility in the final act is convincingly played. 3. Billy Kametz & Henry Mason - Voice(s) of Blue in Pokemon Masters. If we could take the voice that Lucien Dodge gives Blue and combine it with the more rough delivery of Erik Kimerer, it would pretty much be the late Billy Kametz’s take on Blue, which is emulated by Henry Mason following Billy’s unfortunate passing. Not one of their strongest roles, but definitely suitable for Blue. 4. Erik Scott Kimerer - Voice of Blue in Pokemon Generations. He gets the arrogance down pat, but his voice just doesn’t really fit Blue the way the others do. It’s just Ryuji Takasu if he was an asshole. FANCAST OPTION: Billy Bob Thompson. Not only has he provven he can flawlessly imitate James Carter Cathcart, but even his awful Pokemon Trainer voice sounds more Gary/Blue than it does Red!

GREEN: 1. Kate Bristol - Voice of Leaf in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. With only a handful of lines, Kate fits Green/Leaf’s character like a glove.

2. Michelle Marie - Voice of Leaf in Pokemon Masters EX. How she played the role initially left something to be desired, sounding pretty generic and overly child-like, but her return as Sygna Suit Leaf delivered so much improvement that she’s as great as Kate Bristol! 3. Cristina Vee - Voice of Green in Pokemon Evolutions. Cristina never really does a bad job in a Pokemon role and this is no exception, but the casting of her in this role just feels off. It’s just the typical Cristina Vee girl voice acting with no real substance to it.  FANCAST OPTION(S) - Kira Buckland probably should’ve been cast as Green in the latter instead of Cristina Vee. But ideally, I’d go for Lisa Kay Jennings. Her work in Miraculous has shown she can play the untrustworthy, sneaky, sly-as-a-fox type of girl really well.

SILVER: 1. Joe Zieja - Voice of Silver in Pokemon Masters EX. What really can be said other than he plays the part perfectly? 2. Lucien Dodge - Voice of Silver in Pokemon Generations. Lucien’s acting in this role was excellent, but the voice itself isn’t that much different from his Blue, and it fit Blue much better. 

FANCAST OPTION(S) - Had Silver got to be in the main anime in a speaking role, Anthony Salerno would be the guy to voice him. And like with Blue, Billy Bob Thompson could voice a great Silver as well - his voice as Shamus in Black & White is what shows that.

BRENDAN: 1. Aleks Le - Voice of Brendan in Pokemon Masters. The vocal pitch and delivery he does for Brendan make him an ideal fit for the role. 2. Unknown VA - Voice of Brendan in the animated trailer for Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire. Generic, forgettable, not much a performance.

MAY: 1. Veronica Taylor - Voice of May in the main anime prior to the Battle Frontier season. Casting the same VA as Ash in the role of May was a big risk but boy did it ever pay off since Veronica’s May is insanely charming and adorable, nailing every aspect of May’s character. 2. Deneen Melody - Voice of May in Pokemon Masters EX. Like how Aleks Le nailed the OR/AS version of Brendan, Deneen totally nails the OR/AS version of May, sounding closer to Veronica Taylor in spirit without having to do a straight up impression of her May. 3. Michelle Knotz - Voice of May in the main anime for the Battle Frontier and Diamond & Pearl: Battle Dimension seasons. She’s good at imitating Rachael Lillis, but not so much Veronica Taylor. Her delivery was fine, but Veronica’s voice is just one of a kind and she couldn’t replicate it, plus she just sounds naturally more mature. 4. Unknown VA - Voice of May in the animated trailer for Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire. Generic, forgettable, not much a performance.

BARRY: 1. Jamie McGonnigal - Voice of Barry in the main anime. While he sounded too flat and low-voiced at first, by the time of the Twinleaf Festival he was just going all out with nailing Barry’s personality and giving the perfect manic delivery for his “I’LL FINE YOU!” outbursts. 2. Erik Scott Kimerer - Voice of Barry in Pokemon Masters. Going outside his usual range, he gives a surprisingly spot on, properly energized vocal performance, at times nearly measuring up to Jamie. 3. Connor Ludovice - Voice of Barry in Pokemon Evolutions. Very weak casting and weak performance, which really hurts the character since the short he appears in is literally centered around him. FANCAST OPTION - Zach Aguilar could’ve also been cast as Barry and nailed it. His more screechy, frantic and bombastic moments as Nikkaidou from March Comes In Like A Lion could carry this role.

CHEREN: 1. Landon McDonald - Voice of Cheren in Pokemon Masters. While some of his line delivery would fit better with BW Cheren than the B2W2 Cheren that he’s playing, his voice and tone are dead on for how Cheren ought to sound. Smart alecky but not overly arrogant. 2. Todd Haberkorn - Voice of Cheren in the main anime. This was as ideal casting as you could get for Cheren. His voice and Landon’s voice sound quite alike. He really only gets second place here due to his material; I did not care for the Cheren he was playing at all. 3. Jason Griffith - Voice of Cheren in the animated trailer for Black 2/White 2. Oh dear, what were they thinking with this one? This voice doesn’t suit Cheren whatsoever. It’s like you’re expecting Ienzo but get Zexion, as in Vince Corazza’s horribly awkward sounding Zexion! FANCAST OPTION - Darren Dunstan. His Kaz Kalinkaz in Chaotic was basically a dead ringer for Landon and Todd as Cheren anyway.

BIANCA: 1. Erica Schroeder - Voice of Bianca in the main anime. She doesn’t exactly sound like how a girl Bianca’s age should, but the flighty, peppy delivery and energy in her performance really sells her as the character despite this. It’s the closest to an ideal Bianca that we got. 2. Erika Harlacher - Voice of Bianca in Pokemon Masters EX. I think she needed less Eileen Stevens and more Erica Schroeder in her delivery. Otherwise she does very well, but something’s just a bit off. 3. Eileen Stevens - Voice of Bianca in the animated trailer for Black2/White 2. A few lines, but similar to Erika Harlacher’s late take. FANCAST OPTION(S) - Jennifer Cody would be the perfect Bianca if they were able to nab her to do the role, but if not, then I’d cast Kate Higgins, with a voice like Mimi Tachikawa in Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna or Serra in Fire Emblem Heroes.

HUGH: 1. Stephen Fu - Voice of Hugh in Pokemon Masters EX. Ideal casting. He’s got the voice, the strength, and above all, the RAGE! 2. Sean Schemmel - Voice of Hugh in the animated trailer for Black2/White 2. It’s just Goku, and it really doesn’t match with Hugh.

SERENA: 1. Havan Paschall - Voice of Serena in the main anime. I don’t really care for the anime’s Serena and she is a vastly different character from Serena of the games, but Havan Paschall never did a poor job in voice acting her, giving her the right sounding voice and some stellar emotional delivery. She’d no doubt kill it with better material. 2. Jackie Lastra - Voice of Serena in Pokemon Masters. Her voice is just as good a fit for the role as Havan’s, but I think her delivery is off for the most part, as I’d prefer Gameverse Serena to sound more refined and matured as opposed to “generic perky young heroine.”

HAU: 1. Neo Chihi - Voice of Hau in the main anime. A young nonbinary VA born in Japan, they’ve not done much notable work yet they hit the bullseye with Hau’s voice - young but not too young, and easygoing. 2. Laura Stahl - Voice of Hau in Pokemon Masters. Oof. The one indisputable miscast in the entire game. There had to have been a more male-sounding VA who could’ve fit Hau - a voice actress had no business being cast and making Hau sound younger than he is. FANCAST OPTION(S) - Jack Dylan Grazer. He lives in LA and does voice acting there, would it not be awesome if he got cast as Hau?

GLADION: 1. Alan Lee - Voice of Gladion in Pokemon Masters EX. He nailed it. 2. Eddy Lee - Voice of Gladion in the main anime. Same last name as the above, and almost just as good were it not for the fact that his voice is notably deeper and grungier than Alan’s more natural take.

HOP: 1. Vargus Mason - Voice of Hop in Pokemon Masters EX. It’s a stand-up comedian (with voice acting experience, though) putting on a high voice with an obviously fake British accent. How is it that this ends up sounding EXACTLY how I always pictured Hop to sound?

2. AJ Beckles - Voice of Hop in Pokemon Journeys. I’d had him as a fancast option and said “this is the sort of role that up-and-coming AJ Beckles would just thrive at.” Then they went and cast him, and guess what? He thrived at it! Really made the most of Hop’s time. 3. Adriel Varlack - Voice of Hop in Pokemon Evolutions. Barely said much of anything in the first short, which is a shame since he sounds alright and probably could’ve delivered with some more material. 4. Griffin Puatu - Voice of Hop in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. Uh, no. This voice for Hop doesn’t work. Way too forced and actually a bit deeper than Leon’s voice. They got the casting ass-backwards here! FANCAST OPTION(S) - Ogie Banks could do a similarly perfect job as Vargus Mason if Bang Zoom had gotten him again. 

BEDE: 1. Beau Bridgland - Voice of Bede in Pokemon Masters EX. Not only can he pull off young characters, but he actually is British, meaning his accent is authentic! There could’ve been no casting more perfect. 2. Brandon James Winckler - Voice of Bede in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. His brief material did him no favors. Bland, generic, ill-fitting.

MARNIE: 1. Cristina Vee - Voice of Marnie in Pokemon Masters EX. Marnie is a Girly Girl with a Tomboy streak trying to come across as more of a competitive hardass punk than she really is at heart, and the voice acting from Cristina Vee really gets that across. Plus, that accent! 2. Hayden Daviau - Voice of Marnie in the main anime. Hayden voiced a reserved, antisocial but nice girl unable to smile in Love Live! Nijigasaki School Idol Club, and she does just as great here. 3. Dawn M. Bennett - Voice of Marnie in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. Her brief material did her no favors. Bland, generic, ill-fitting.

NEMONA:

1. Yolis Arroyo - Voice of Nemona in Pokemon Horizons.

2.Olivia Vidas - Voice of Nemona in Pokemon: Paldean Winds. 

3. Cristina Milizia - Voice of Nemona in Pokemon Masters EX.

FANCAST OPTION - Michelle Rojas

#opinion #Pokemon #rivals #voice acting #comparison

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Blue Oak NSFW Alphabet

It’s been like… a year and a half since I’ve done anything blue related (so sorry!) but by popular demand (aka a friend begging me to) here is some spicy, spicy stuff about the motherfucker himself.

Proofreading? I hardly know her!

NSFW under the cut

A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex?) 

He really likes to just lie there for a second and just bask in it, in that post orgasmic haze. He’s a bit sensitive after too, so he will just hold your hand for a bit before cuddling you. He does really enjoy showering with you after, even if it’s just an excuse to touch you again.

He does brag a little afterwards (though he always earns the right to ;) )

B = Body part (what is their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner?) 

Blue LOVES himself, literally he could say any of his body parts – but if he had to narrow it down, really had to scrutinize himself and weigh it all up, he’d go with his thighs. Yeah, his thighs, speckled with hickeys from you~

On you, well there’s the trouble again, he thinks you’re so fucking hot all over that he has difficulty deciding (he’s greedy like that). Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, if he’s really thinking about it, he’d have to go with your butt ;)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum) 

Likes cumming inside, mainly because he’s not arsed to pull out, you just feel so good around him. That, and he’s a huge fan of cumming on your stomach or ass.

Oddly enough, he doesn’t like finishing on your face or chest.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)   

Way more of a sub than he’s willing to let on. It’s something you really have to coax out of him. But once you do…. well, things start to get quite interesting 👀

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

Fancies himself as more experienced than he actually is. His body count is in the double digits, mostly casual relationships amd one-nighters. While he’s definitely no novice, he still has more to learn, which he is totally eager to do with you!

F = Favourite Position

COWGIRL!!! Omg it’s cowgirl 100% He gets to look at your gorgeous body and hold your hips and do barely any work! It was practically made for a smug bastard like him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or humorous?)    

He’s such a little shit, so of course he jokes and laughs and gets you giggling by saying something silly. Even in more intimate and raw moments, he still manages to keep things light-hearted.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?) 

His hair’s a little darker down there, coarse and curly, but he likes to keep it trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)  

Even as funny as he is, he can still be so very sweet, so very heartfelt, when the situation calls for it. Intertwining his fingers with yours, whispering I-love-yous against your lips as he slowly glides in and out of you.

Can’t see him spreading rose petals all over the place, but he would light candles if he’s feeling fancy

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon.) 

Oh, he loves to masturbate. Especially if he has you as his audience. Intentionally lets you walk in on him jerking it.

Obviously a huge fan of mutual masturbation too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks.) 

Surprisingly he’s more on the vanilla side. That being said he does love a bit of hair-pulling and marking. Though I also wouldn't put it past him being a bit of an exhibitiomist.

L = Location (where are their favourite places to do the do?) 

He could go for it anywhere honestly – he’s a globe-trotter. And he’s shameless too. Beaches in Alola, a bush along a route, behind the bleachers at the Viridian City gym, even in his grandfather’s lab (yes, he is that horny). As long as no young eyes are present, and you’re not fully out in the open, he’s game.

Speaking of him travelling, you two have gotten plenty of noise complaints from other guests at the hotels you stay at 😂

M = Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going?) 

Back-talk, being a brat, ribbing him, he loves a good challenge, loves beating an opponent even more.

But also, you being shy, being cute and sweet and flustered – makes him want to see how flustered you can get.

Also, short shorts/skirts and leggings.

N = NO (is there something they wouldn’t do? what are their turn-offs?) 

Although he can be a bit of bully (though you like it when he is) he never goes to far to the point of degrading you or physically hurting you – he could never.

This goes vice-versa too.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?) 

You better make his hair so messy, you better tug on it as he’s between your thighs. He will go down on you like he’s desperate – and act all cool and like you’re the desperate one the whole time.

He’s so smug when you go down on him, acting like he’s doing you some great favour by giving you the chance to suck him off. While he’d never force you to, he definitely prefers you on your knees.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?) 

He’s often fast, often a bit desperate despite how he carries himself, but he rarely veers into being rough. Slowness, and sensuality, are less common, but he definitely indulges in that from time to time.

Q = Quickie (what is their opinion on quickies over proper sex? how often do they have quickies?) 

He LIVES for quickies. 80% of your fucking is literally a quick banging before you go off to do something. He likes the fun and spontaneity of it all, plus there is something so good about you being half-dressed.

That being said, he does also love longer sessions, especially in the morning or on a lazy afternoon.

R = Risk (are they willing to experiment? do they take risks?) 

He’s not really experimental, he likes what he likes and isn’t one to branch out. The only thing he does risk is getting caught - actually he gets off on the idea. (Well… it depends who’s catching you two, Red’s fine… his grandpa though? That’s a no-go)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Rarely does he ever go for one round, it’s usually two to three. He’s having fun, and well, you just look so good all blissed out and naked, he can’t help himself!

He lasts longer than his reign as champion. Is that even a brag though?

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

While his collection isn’t prolific by any means, he does have a couple things, some for you, some for him. He is particularly a fan of anything that vibrates

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?) 

He is SUCH A TEASE. An absolute motherfucker. Never giving up, never giving you want you want until the very last moment  – and you love it!

V = Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?) 

He loves to grunt and moan and mewl and groan, he’s never shy about how you make him feel. He isn’t very loud though.

He intentionally gets louder to piss off anyone in the next room – and to embarrass you.

W = Wild Card (a random nsfw headcanon.)

I would not put it past him to invite Red to watch you guys sometimes… maybe join? 👀

X = X-Ray (what’s going on in those pants?) 

Bigger than average, almost enough to qualify for BDE but not quite, circumcised too

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

Pretty high, he’s a horny little bastard. Ideally he would have you twice a day, every day.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

He’s not really one to fall asleep afterwards, unless it’s been a particularly long day. Plus he doesn’t like going to sleep all sticky and sweaty, so that also deters him from hitting the hay right away.

#blue oak #blue oak x reader #blue oak headcanons #green oak #green oak x reader #green oak headcanons #request #blue motherfucking oak #green motherfucking oak

[fucky-oureyes]

misc memes!!!! and also

[don't tag moon & hau or moon & gladion as ship please!! ty :)))]

#need to make it abundantly clear whilst i'm spreading more propaganda i don't like rocket siblings for the comedy i like them for the #tragedy #rocket siblings #namelessshipping #redwoodshipping #trainer leaf #trainer red #trainer selene #trainer moon #rival silver #rival hau #rival gladion #sigh. now This Motherfucker. #rival green #rival blue #champion green #champion blue #blue oak #green oak #most i'm tagging fuck that #gameverse #pokemon #trainer may

[alliswyattonthewesternfront]

i was trying to explain to someone that the huge influx of west coast conservative transplants are not only flipping historically blue areas red, but also impacting the few places in this state where you can actually get a decent education, specifically Oak Ridge. you know, my usual soap boxes.

and then they said something flippant like "well damn, if that place is the best the state had to offer before, it must really be bad now." and i just.

how. HOW do you know enough to realize Oak Ridge is part of Appalachia (and so voice extremely tired and boring stereotypes) but not enough to realize it was the headquarters of The Manhattan Project?? they are still doing uranium clean-up to this day for christ's sake. there are tons of opportunities for scientists in that town as is, not to mention the percentage of people still living there descended from the original scientists that founded* the town. you think a bunch of PhD having motherfuckers are gonna send their kids to a shitty school if they don't have to? i am so tired. people learn just enough about this area to make hack jokes, and then nothing else.

*Oak Ridge exists bc the U.S. government seized land from the rural unincorporated farming communities in the area, literally making some folks homeless overnight. so "founded" is a reach, even more so than it usually is in this colonized nightmare of a country. it is also yet another example of our government forcefully imposing segregation in areas of East Tennessee as punishment for opposing the Confederacy during thr Civil War, which continues to this day btw. i don't even know that half the bureaucrats who engage in that shit are fully conscious of its roots at this point, but i don't care i still hate them :)

#see also: Chatanooga #racism is everywhere in america but the idea that southerners #esp poor southerners #hate poc as part of some natural genetic predisposition to racism is kinda wild #post slavery society here had many towns with higher rates of black citizens than white #esp since east tn tried to break away and join the union #so you gotta question why areas that were more ideologically opposed to slavery are suddenly seen as the most racist #almost like solidarity would be dangerous to the government or something idk #appalachia #east tennessee #blog #tennessee #american south

[taxideermy]

Recovery /Sarcasm

Every Morning when I came Home from that Hellhole

I tried to get some sleep with morning birdsong clocking me upside the Head

Yet the Motherfuckers are Silent when You Roll In today, I’m not surprised

I’ve got my Ass to the Smooth Concrete on my Porch, and of course

The first dregs of Shivering Autumn are Hinting on my nose

My legs propped up with the meat of my calf across my opposing Knee

I had my Gaze on the glistening Grass as the Sun hid behind the Resolute Oaks

I smoothly raise my eyes and raise to my toes- and my boots are on the porch

Caked in Mud from my Walk Last Night Still- So I am Soaked

Straight to the Bone as I make the trek across the yard in my black socks

Out of habit, and as Animalistic as the Purr that Rumbles through my Chest

I pull you in over my top palette even from that Distance

And I’m so pleased when I don’t taste the tang of Blood in the Air

I’m counting my steps, already having plotted the course of the Morning

I had a guess you were coming in, yesterday upon waking

Call it an Educated Guess, and I’m a Recovering Alcoholic

So I have to plan what I’m going to say or I’ll say something that Will

Have you Thinking again for another couple of Weeks and Geeze

I never Claimed to be a Good Person, Now did I?

I’ve done enough Things I Regret not to Add to the List if I can help it

Beneath the Roiling Lavender Glim I duck beneath a weeping Silver Maple

And when I Smile, it is Stilted and Sick, a tentative Slender willow of a Thing

It doesn’t reach my eyes and hardly ever does, and you Notice That

Because of-Fucking-course you Do, Take Lock and Stock down the Barrel

“Howvya Been?” - “Oh it’s Been” - and Oh, has it been, It has Been- Hasn’t it? You’ve already got the Blue Collars half-hanging off Round Shoulders

You never did Starch Yours, I remember- I did because of Course I Did

I eye the patches with an indescribable something in my eyes

Wave over my shoulder, and turn towards the house- dipping momentarily

To pick up my boots and drag them just inside the door, I’ve taken Stock Too

I’m trained with those little banged-up rifles we lean out the Towers With

Just as well as you are, even though it has been Months since I Died

Took myself off of the Life Support, and still the last dregs of My Shift

Run through my Veins even as my Heart Fails me Now

I’m just the Caffeine polluting the System, That’s all I ever was Really

And hardly have I ever been anything More than the summation of That

Did You notice I died when I left? No one Came to the Funeral

I didn’t even go, What a Fucking Dweeb, I’m too cool to Pallbear my own Casket

I stopped missing me a long time ago, I’ve been Waiting for Something to Stop

I don’t even know what it is and I’m half-hoping

That while you’re Drunk on My Couch that You’ll Magically

Tell me all the secrets in the world even though I’m the one Helping You Out

Thankfully I’m already several down by the time I remember Why you are Here

So that the swallow that rolls down my parched Throat seems Natural

“I need to take a Piss- Now Dontcha Look at My Literary Porn, be-because

If you do I won’t be held responsible for You

Having to Reposition How you Think About Me and a-all that Shit.”

And then I stumble down the Hallway to take a leak, Head Already Spinning

I Remember to Wash my hands Thankfully, and dry them off on my Pants Legs

And you’re just Beaming and it Reaches your Eyes and I just think- ‘There’s my Best Friend,

He’s a Good Person because that smile

Still manages to reach up and wrinkle the corners of his eyes

Even though he Still Works There.’

Then I die a little more inside, and I didn’t even know it was Possible

I’ve sank to so many lows that there isn’t a Borehole or a Trench

In any ocean that can hold a sooty candle to the depths of Depravity that

We’ve already so uncleanly Burned-Over in those Low Mornings beneath the Birdsong

And still you sit on my couch and you match me drink per drink and I shiver

Because I don’t think I ever figured friends out and maybe it isn’t possible for me to

And I’m Terrified of making you another Mistake or Two without meaning to

Because I scarcely know how to not Fuck Up, Just that I keep Doing It

And also my fucking Socks are still wet and you never said Shit… Thanks Bro

Still, I draw breath, ever Passing among the Living somehow, and I squint-

“You didn’t read That Shit did you?”

I could barely walk let alone Read or Anything Right Now,

But I’m a Recovering Alcoholic and I’m Speaking in Cursive

And you aren’t Recovering and Your Voice is Ever-Clear

You’re just an Alcoholic so of course you Aren’t Drunk

And you are Positively Beaming- and of course

“You did, didn’t you?”

#Bad Poetry #Prose Style

[rockman-x]

Pokémon will never fool me. The cocky motherfucker who is always battling Red is called BLUE (aka Gary Oak). The cute girl is called GREEN, or LEAF.

#really i know it makes sense to call him Green since Pokémon Green came before Blue in Japan #but!!!! it doesn't feel right!!!! that's Blue!!!!! BLUE!!!!!!

[stayatiny]

The King ~Chapter Four

Pairing(s) King!Werewolf! Bang Chan x Human!Reader Series Warning(s) – Swearing, Violence, Wolf Dynamics, Smut (in later chapters) and along with others that will be added later. Chapter warning(s) – Lots of Swearing, almost fight A/N – Thank you to everyone who has followed, like and reblogged. I feel someone shaking me awake. I crack one eye open to see Hannah. She’s in everyday clothing. “Hey, Y/N, its time to get up its 10am.” I sit up, rubbing my eyes. “Your brother brought you some clothes. I'll help you get dressed if you need to,” she said. I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I was able to stand on my own and put weight on my ankle. “Good it looks like you can get around on your own now. But do you still need me to help you?” I shook my head. “No, I think I got it. But if I need you, I’ll call you,” I say grabbing my clothes. She nodded, happily and sat on the bed. I was still hobbling not really wanting to put weight on it yet but some. My brother brought me a t-shirt and jean shorts and even some sneakers. I finish getting dressed and handing my dirty clothes to Hannah. Jay even thought about packing a scrunchie for my hair. He knows me so well.

“Chris wanted to make sure that you ate before meeting with him. He knows that you have a lot of questions.” I nod and follow her into the dining room. She linked her arm with mine. I used to roam around these halls with her and Chris when we were young. Before our parents died, our family were the closest nobles to the royal family. So much so that us kids would play together. We hung out and played together constantly. But when I turned twelve, our parents were killed by the king. “Our chef made some French toast and hash browns. I think those are still your favorite, right,” she asked. I nodded. I’m surprised she remembered that. Although I was twenty now, I still eat like a child. “Good.” We continued in silence as she opened the dining room door to see Jay and Chris sitting at the table. “Good morning, Y/N,” Jay said letting me sit by him. I sat quietly while they talked. Chris smiled at me as I sat across from him. I half smiled back. “Did you sleep well?” I nodded looking around the dining room. Nothing really changed except the wall color was now a pale cream color instead of navy blue. I looked over at Chris. He was in a plain white shirt now, but I noticed some stray blood on his face. It was too small of a splatter to be his. I shudder to think on what happened to the suspect. I had heard that his three years as a king he is quite brutal when it came to crimes against his people human or not. Hannah pointed it out to Chris as he wiped his face. “Good. Food should be ready soon and then we can talk, okay?” I took a sip of water. “Okay.” We ate while talking about the olden days of our childhood like nothing ever changed. “Okay, I have to go to work. Chris will make sure that you get home alright?” Jay hugged me and kissed my forehead. Great alone again with Chris… “Y/N, come with me.” I hear Chris say. He grabs my wrist lightly and pulls me into his office once again. It brought back the memories of me finding out the truth a pang of guilt and sadness surging through me. “I’m sure that you have a lot of questions.” He sat in his chair waiting on me to say something. “Just one. Why?” He let out a sigh. He got up and stood in front of me leaning on the oak desk. “From what we gathered, they knew that you wouldn’t have a normal life and they though that killing us would make it better for the humans. But in all honesty, it probably would have led to another war between the two. I don’t blame them for wanting better for you,” he explained. “Why am I just now finding out about this?” Chris frowned. “You should have been told when it happened. I wish someone had I feel like you would have been around more had you known the truth.” I feel myself blush. I do have to admit that I did have a crush on him when I was young. “Maybe I would have. Everything is so different now that you are king.” He frowns again. “I’m still the same guy just with power and not as awkward.” I chuckle. He was. I was getting ready to hug him when fucking Miranda busted through the door. Motherfucker… “Chrisy, I was so worried about you,” she said going to hug him, pushing me out of the way again. I roll my eyes. Hannah followed in after her. “Miranda, leave my brother alone and go home. Also how did you even get in the castle grounds they’re off limits to the public right now?” Miranda smiled. “My mother works for yours remember so she let me in to see Chris,” she said putting her hands on her hips. She glared at me. “What is she doing here then,” she huffed and then pointing to me. I clenched my fist and my teeth. “I mean considering Y/N’s brother works here and my brother was protecting her last night. I also believe that’s its none of your fucking business to know why she’s here. Their family is still one of the most powerful families out there so I would watch who you’re talking too.” Hannah is in her face. Holy shit I forgot how kick ass she is. “At least my family didn’t commit treason.” Before I knew what I was doing. I lunged forward but Chris grabbed me holding me by the waist. “She’s not worth it, Y/N,” Chris

whispered in my ear. I kept trying to get after her. “You need to leave,” Hannah said, looking like she’s ready to her herself. Miranda flicked her hair back. “Fine then but wait till everyone hears that the human is hanging with the big dogs again.” She left out of the room leaving the tension at a high. Chris still held me in case I went after her. “Are you alright now?” I looked at Chris. I fixed my shirt that had raised from him grabbing me. “Yeah I’m fine,” I huffed. Not really but I didn’t want to end back up into his arms again. “I’ll tell mother that Miranda was let in. Why don’t you take Y/N back home? I’m sure she has work tomorrow,” Hannah said, looking to her brother. Oh yeah right full moons a thing. “Right. I’ll walk you home. Do you still know the back way?” I nodded as we left the office. We would take a lone path behind the castle that led to our house. I was tired and ready for a hot shower and my bed. Chris led to the path it was only slightly overgrown with colorful flowers, weeds, and vines. Even though grown over the ghost of a path still remained prominent. “It looks so different out here. But there again it has been years since I’ve been through here,” I said then letting out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah I didn’t realize how beautiful the flowers are through here,” he says smiling. I blush lightly. He grabbed my hand leading me down the path. “You know as kids we were pretty wild, right?” I looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah we were even up until…you know. We were always in trouble.” Chris nodded as we neared our back gate. As we reached my house, Chris stopped me from going in his eyes changing color. “What’s wrong Chris?” He pushed me to the side of the house gently. He points to the door. Its slightly ajar but I never open the back door “Stay here. Someone’s been in your house besides your brother,” he explained and headed in. My hearts starts to pound while waiting for Chris to come back. After a lifetime, or about 10 minutes he comes back out. “You’re gonna wanna see this,” he says following me into the house. Everything was still in place until I got to the basement door. I stared at Chris. He gave me a nod letting me its okay. “What did you keep down here?” My brows knitted together that’s when it hit me. “When my parents papers and journals were seized when the assassination attempt was made what ever was left my uncle put down in the basement,” I said flipping on the light. As light filled the room, I see everything thrown around papers, documents, even our baby pictures laid scattered on the floor. Chris bent down to look at what’s left of the papers. “There’s nothing here but old grocery lists, drawings you and your brother did, and receipts. What ever it was they didn’t find it and left.” I nodded. But what were they looking for?

#bang chan imagines #bang chan #bang chan smut #werewolf! bang chan #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #stray kids imagines

[mandoalorian]

Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 7

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - suicide mention, more angst

Author’s note: GRAB YOUR TISSUES.

MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS - CHAPTER SEVEN - NEXT

Bruce motherfucking Wayne. You couldn't believe it. You pondered why he was at the Black Gold Cooperative Christmas gala— perhaps he was a friend of Maxwell's? They were, on the surface, very alike; both hailing from wealthy families and CEO’s of the most prestigious international conglomerates. You sipped on your bubbling champagne and laughed as he cracked a joke with you.

You had completely lost track of time. The music was loud and the ballroom was bustling with people of high importance. Everyone looked marvellous in their designer outfits and styled hair. You hadn't even seen Maxwell, that was until you hear him tap a glass, raising the attention of everyone including you and Bruce. The room fell obscenely quiet.

Maxwell was… nervous. He was good at being on television, but live speeches in front of all these important business associates, his mother and the president? That was terrifying. His eyes scanned the room for you. When his gaze finally landed on you, you shot him a warm and encouraging smile and he felt a gush of relief wash over his tensed up body.

"Hello everyone, I'd like to thank you all for joining me this evening. Firstly I'd like to thank the president for letting me use his beautiful home as a function," Maxwell spoke into the mic, his words earning an applause. "It has been a pleasure to meet you, sir. I wish you all the best for your presidency." you knew how much Max disagreed with the president and practically cringed at the fauxness of his tone. Maxwell spoke for a long while about the past year, the highs and the lows of his company and what Black Gold Cooperative had been through. Rubbing your eyes, you let out a shaky yawn.

"Hey?" Bruce whispered, putting his champagne glass on the bar. "Wanna get out of here?"

You were taken aback by his proposal. What exactly was he suggesting? Bruce Wayne was, by far, one of the more handsome men in the room. And he certainly seemed nice. He hadn't given the staff attitude (unlike Maxwell, who was rude to everyone he saw lesser than him), and he had been nothing but kind to you.

"I-" you sighed, glancing between Maxwell who was on the stage, and Bruce who was by your side. "I really shouldn't." you rejected him, and Bruce nodded sadly.

"No worries," he replied, taking a sip of his champagne.

"What do you think of him?" you asked, out of the blue. Your eyes were heavy as you drank in Maxwell's appearance. There was just something so fascinating about him. He wasn't your type but from the moment you met him you were so compelled to him.

"Who?" Bruce responded, cocking a curious dark eyebrow.

"Maxwell Lord." you pursed your lips into a thin line. He was charismatic, the coverboy of Forbes, a household name. He was Maxwell Lord.

"I think it's a shame, what happened to him when he was a kid," Bruce shook his head and your head snapped to face him. "But, the man has built his career and fortune on lies and greed. He thinks he's some kind of hero but really he's just… a lonely, broken little boy."

You were about to ask Bruce what he meant, what happened to Maxwell when he was a kid, when a thunderous applause erupted in the room and Maxwell padded off the stage. "I should go see him. But it was lovely talking to you." you smiled at Bruce. You leaned in, brushing your lips over his cheek. He smelled delicious. Another man drenched in expensive cologne, no doubt, but nevertheless you were sad to leave him.

You made your way past through the crowds of people in the ballroom, trying to peer over hundreds of heads in-attempt to find Maxwell. You just about made out his dark blonde head of hair talking to the president. You hurried over, holding your gown in your hands, careful not to trip over.

"Hey!" you gasped, placing your hands on Maxwell's back. The suit was soft in your hands, you didn't want to let go off him.

"Hi," Maxwell smiled, his eyes gleaming now that he had finally found you. "Uh, I'd like to introduce you to the president of the United States."

"The pres-" your jaw dropped as you shook hands with President Reagan.

"She's quite the gem," the president nodded, his hand stroking your arm. The contact was more than enough to make you uncomfortable.

"Yeah but, we're just friends." Maxwell insisted and you felt your heart sink a little. It was exactly what you had told the press, but hearing it from him was devastating.

"That's good then. Because I'd like to introduce you to my daughter Margaret." the president beamed, taking the hand of his daughter and thrusting her into Maxwell. She fell into her chest and he caught her just in time, albeit stumbling backwards.

She had tight blonde curls and pink glossy lips, her pearl earrings bringing out the blue in her ice cold eyes. "Oh, hi Mr Lord," she purred affectionately. You scrunched up your nose in disdain as he gently pushed her off him.

"Pleasure to meet you Margaret," Maxwell smiled, shaking her hand.

"Please, call me Maggie," she replied, not breaking eye contact once.

"Right Maggie…" Maxwell laughed awkwardly and you took a step back, scowling.

The burning feeling of jealousy rinsed through your body. This was outrageous— you had no reason to be jealous. Yours and Maxwell's relationship was strictly business only. But it didn't mean you had to enjoy seeing that woman leaning into his chest, his arms wrapped around her.

It seemed that everyday you grew more and more angered and confused by your feelings. It must've just been something in the December air.

"I'll be at the bar," you mumbled as Maxwell and Margaret continued to chat.

You sighed, walking back over to Bruce with a frown.

"Everything okay?" Bruce asked, concern dripping from his tongue. You didn't reply, shaking your head sadly and staring into the oak wood bar like it was going to give you answers. "Two glasses of your finest house wine, please." Bruce called over the bartender before turning back to you.

"Trying to get me drunk, Wayne?" you rolled your eyes.

"I'd never," Bruce replied, placing a hand on the small of your back. "I just know we're both going to need plenty of alcohol to get through this evening."

"Touché." you agreed, taking a swing of your drink and shuddering at the strong taste.

"Where do you hail from?" Bruce asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Never seen you around before. And trust me, I'd recognise someone as beautiful as you."

"I-" you felt yourself blush under his touch, and subconsciously lean into his hand, biting your lip. Just then, you spotted him. The man of the night. Maxwell Lord barked your name, anger crossing his dark brown eyes. "What is it?" you sighed, taking another sip of wine.

"I didn't know you'd be here." Maxwell snarled at Bruce, grabbing your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. His action was rough and harsh but you felt butterflies just from his touch and his possessive nature.

"My father would've wanted me to be here," Bruce smiled. "When your mother invited me, how could I refuse? I think your father would've wanted me here too. Don't worry, I've placed a donation…"

Maxwell dug his finger in Bruce's chest. "You don't know shit about what my father would want."

You were confused, making quick glances between the two men who were, quite frankly acting like little boys. "And you do?" Bruce chuckled. "Your father is the reason for your success. He built his business on hope with the aim of helping those less fortunate than him. And what did you do? You turned it into an abomination… all his hard work, gone. Because you're greedy."

"Bruce!" you gasped, speechless at the businessman's cold words. You turned to Maxwell with pleading eyes. "Max… maybe we should leave." you placed a hand on his shoulder but his glare didn't tear from Bruce. You had never seen so much hate in his eyes.

"No," Maxwell breathed eventually. He couldn't even bring himself to look at you, his gaze finding the floor as he shuffled his feet sadly. "You can stay. I'm leaving." Maxwell murmured.

"Max I'm coming with you," you began to protest.

"No." Maxwell repeated, this time his voice was more stern. "I'm going home with Maggie. You're clearly more comfortable here, with Bruce. Wouldn't want to spoil your evening."

"Max?" you whispered as tears pricked your eyes.

"Good night." he said finally, before walking away with his head held high.

"What a man." Bruce tsked.

You turned to him, blindsighted by rage and picked up your wine glass from the bar. You didn't know how to react, you didn't know what to say. You were left so bewildered by the dialogue between Maxwell and Bruce. All you knew was that you had never seen Maxwell so hurt in his life. And that did not sit well with you at all. You threw the remenints of your wine all over Bruce, drenching him in the expensive liquid.

"You're a real jerk." you spat. The music stopped and everyone turned to face you. "I don't know what is going on with you and Max, but stay away from him." you gritted before storming off.

You tried to locate Margaret, spotting her by the Christmas tree as she overlooked the dancers. "Hey, Maggie?" you asked.

"Oh it's you," she spat, looking you up and down. "My name is Margaret."

You wished you had kept a little wine to throw over her. "I don't care," you shook your head. "Have you seen Max? Has he spoken to you in the last few minutes?"

"No? Why?" Margaret asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Shit okay, nevermind." you replied, spinning around on your heel.

You raced to the lobby, asking a member of staff to call you a cab. She gave you a judgemental look but followed your instruction none the less. Letting you know when your can had arrived outside, you raced out into the thick snow. Low and behold, the paparazzi were still there, snapping photos of you as you ran to the taxi. They screamed your name, asking questions about why you weren't with Max and why you were taking a taxi home. You ignored them, pushing past them furiously until you reached the yellow cab and slid inside. Your gown got caught in the door but you didn't care. You needed to see Max. You needed to make sure he was okay. Your heart ached knowing he was upset.

You arrived to his penthouse in your ripped gala dress and messy hair, still running to the reach the elevator. When you got to his penthouses the warmth and familiarity relieved you.

You closed the front door gently behind you and tip-toed to Maxwell's office. Before you could open the door and let yourself in, you heard gentle sobbing. It was quiet and there was the occasional pause before a sniff and a cry. You leaned against the wall, trying to process what you were hearing. Maxwell Lord IV was in his office, crying. You felt a pang of pain in your chest. Maxwell Lord doesn't cry— and yet here he was. You suddenly felt defensive and you wanted to know what had happened. You decided you could push your argument to one side. You slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

Maxwell was sat at his desk with a half drunk bottle of whiskey. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his shirt had the top three buttons undone. His fingers were laced in his dark blonde hair and you noticed he was tugging on it out of frustration. He hadn't noticed you standing there yet. You took a deep breath.

"Max?"

You watched him stiffen up and wipe his eyes. He didn't turn to look at you— he didn't need to. Instead, his gaze burned into the amber coloured scotch in the crystal glass. He felt ashamed. Embarrassed. He didn't say a word. Cautiously, you approached him, with slow and light footsteps. As you neared him you noticed his eyes were sore and red and you wondered how long he had been crying for. You crouched down to his level and gently pressed your hand into his back, rubbing comforting circles.

Maxwell gulped as you touched him, but still didn't say a word. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth he'd croak something ridiculous out or just as easy burst into tears. He knew it. You were there for him, as always. You had come back for him. His guardian angel— the only person who truly cared about him.

You cupped his cheek and turned his head to face you. He did so, willingly, his glossy brown eyes gazing into yours. "What happened, Max?" you whispered, your fingers gently tracing his golden tear stained cheeks. Max stayed silent and tried his best to suppress another sob. "Was it Bruce?" you whispered again, and leaned into him, resting your head in his lap.

Maxwell dropped his hands into your hair and your eyes fluttered shut under his gentle touch as he softly stroked you. "It's so much more." Maxwell admitted, his voice breaking slightly. "Bruce's words tipped me over the edge. This time of the year is already so hard and my mother… at the gala…."

"What did she do, Max?" you stood up from the floor and pulled a chair up so you could sit next to him.

"She always puts these ideas in my head," Maxwell admitted. "Fuck- I should know better. My whole life she's tried controlling me. And I know it's wrong but I still let her get in my head."

"What ideas?"

"It's always been about my father. Didn't want me to make the same mistakes he made. So she'd do everything in her power to ensure that, no matter what, I put the business first. She tells me it's my legacy. That I must finish what my father started. And my grandfather. And if I don't- if I don't, then I've failed them."

"Your father… Bruce mentioned him." your voice was quiet and you didn't know whether or not you were overstepping by bringing it up.

"Did he tell you what happened?" Maxwell asked you and you shook your head. "Because it's not public information. Bruce only knows because his family… his parents helped my mother cover it up."

"Cover what up?" you asked, almost afraid of how he was going to answer.

"The suicide." Maxwell deadpanned, looking at you with glossy eyes.

"Your father?" you were speechless, your heart breaking at his words.

"Yeah." Maxwell replied. "I was sixteen."

"Why?"

"I don't know… he. He never left a note." Maxwell crossed his arms over his chest. "I- I'm sorry. I've never spoken about this before. My mother chose to cover up the suicide because she said it would bring shame on the business."

"Shame? But it's- it's not shameful. It's…" you were really struggling to find words, all you could do was console Maxwell, as your friend if nothing more. "Your mother does not get to choose your legacy." You told Maxwell, taking his hands and squeezing them gently. "This is your life Max. Don't let her control it."

"I freaked out on you at the gala because my mother came and she told me that I should leave you-" Maxwell paused before correcting himself. "Fire you. I mean. I don't know. She told me that the weakness in my father was his love for his family, and his love for her, and his love for me. She told me my grandfather was the same and now- she sees that weakness in me. She blames you. Says I've been different since we began our arrangement," Maxwell scoffed. "She says you distract me. I didn't realise it at first. But I think she's right." Maxwell looked up at you, teary eyed. "She thinks if I marry Margaret sales will boost and… once again she's right."

You felt yourself freeze up. "Max…" you whispered, not knowing what to say or how to even process his words. Was he about to terminate the contract? Was he going to tell you to walk away and leave?

"I can't-" Maxwell choked out a sob. " I can't let her keep controlling me. After seeing you with Bruce, I was so fucking afraid of losing you for good and it was all her fault. I won't choose between you and the company. And she can't make me choose. But you know, if I had to? Fuck. I'd choose you."

"Maxwell don't be ridiculous," You shook your head sadly. He'd had a lot to drink. He was emotional. He couldn't be meaning these words. "You're an amazing CEO, look at the greatness that you've led Black Gold Cooperative to. Front page of Forbes three years in a row. No business in history has earned as much as yours in profit. You've done this by yourself. Sure your ancestors founded Black Gold, but Max, you've been working your ass off since you were sixteen."

"I don't want to hear it," Maxwell cut you off and took another sip of his whiskey. "I just want to make my father proud. I loved him so much." he sniffed.

"Your mother said that your father's love for his family was his weakness. But I believe that it was his strength. That warmth in his heart he passed down to you, and Max, I'm so glad he did. Because I feel it. I feel your compassion. I feel your love. Before we met everyone said you were cold and distant… but you've shown me more care in the past ten days than I've felt in my whole life." You smiled at him and he gazed longingly into your eyes. "In the end, your father cared more about protecting your family than running the risk of exploiting Black Gold Cooperative. He chose love over his business. And for that reason, I know your father would be proud of you because I'm proud of you."

"Nobody has ever told me that they're proud of me."

"They haven't?" You furrowed your brows together and Maxwell shook his head sadly. You wrapped your arms around him and he nuzzled his face into your shoulders.

"You've shown me what love can feel like." Maxwell mumbled into your skin. "Never- never believed in it until I met you."

"Oh Max," you felt a tear slip down your cheek.

Max pulled away from you and cupped his hands around your face. He whispered your name and gently brushed his nose against yours.

"I think," Maxwell swallowed. "No. I know. I know that I've fallen deeply in love with you."

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