#it’s low quality because I’ve been TIRED

[m0thisonfire]

Faux and Masterson are the main reasons Powell started day drinking again.

If they’re not off trying to kill each other, they’re either breaking something or working on their codes.

#faux pas #henry masterson #tfa oc #tfa s/i #porter powell #tfa #transformers animated #they’re the kind of frenemies to stake claim on the other in terms of being the only one allowed to torment them- #it’s low quality because I’ve been TIRED #but I wanted Masterson and faux interactions. #so here we are. #m0th draws

[contlis12]

Male Feedee and Genderless Feeder dark feederism short story

Cole groggily came to feelings his feeder lifting his legs with the straps they had installed in the bedroom after Cole had passed the 550 pound mark and changing and cleaning was becoming more of an issue. Pushing the massive parachute sized white underwear half way up his thighs ready to squeeze them past his sagging hips when they finally got him standing. As his feeder was slipping on his bariatric soft socks over his plump feet Cole asked almost nervously “why are you dressing me already? I haven’t even had my first feeding yet” his feeder just chuckled sweetly. “Oh we are going to do your breakfast out on the couch today, you are going to need the energy you’ll be busy today” they said rubbing lotion into the crevasses of Coles fat struggling to keep him from getting any bed rash or chub rub spending so long in bed and being so unhealthy and massively fat. Coles walk or more accurately waddle to the living room couch was eventful to say the least at one point Cole had broken down in tears begging to go to back to bed and that he couldn’t make it to the couch and had to be taken in his bariatric wheel chair the rest of the way to the couch. “There piggy I know this was hard and you are really cranky from being hungry so I’m going to make sure your belly is aching after this feast and you feel all better baby” and they weren’t exaggerating. Giant bowls heaped to the top with gravy and biscuits, greasy hashbrowns swimming in ketchup, even glazed doughnuts with slices of American cheese melted on the top of them. Coles feeder loved listening to him retch in pain so full his stomach is screaming to expel the food to make room and then greedily scarfing down the next bite making guttural gulping and snorts as he loses control plunging his mouth into the greasy low quality slop he’s been conditioned to love. After what seemed like hours Coles feeder had considered it satisfactory and let the pig stop eating and left in a messy ketchup and gravy covered mess. Grinning they came over and softly rubbed the sagging slab of fat that Coles gut had grown into a huge stretch mark covered waterfall of fat going nearly to his knees. “That’s such a good job piggy, I’m glad you ate plenty so you have the energy to entertain your friends tonight”. 

Coles already thudding heart started racing even faster as his food fogged brain started to realize what his feeder had just said. “Whu-what do you mean?” Cole stammered looking down at his feeder now with their head resting on his stomach looking  sweetly up at him. “Oh I invited your friends out to finally visit with you again, they all missed you so much so I kept up with them for you and set up a surprise visit honey” Coles mouth dropped open as he seen the glint in his feeders eyes as they drank in the absolute shock on his face. “I’m tired of you not giving me my due recognition Cole, you lay in my house pigging out all day eating up my money and you’ve never once told anybody how proud you were to be my piggy and grow for me. You try and hide that body I’ve grown and I’m due some respect and you to be a little more grateful” Cole began to let the words tumble out of his still open mouth “I-I-uh” his feeder puts a finger up to his lips. “Don’t speak because I don’t care, you need to learn how to give in this relationship and you are going to start by letting all your friends see what I’ve grown you into and how happy you are that I was kind enough to pick you for all this affection and time”. Cole hoped this was another role play scenario his feeder, there’s no way that this could be real. “They are going to be here in about 15 minutes or less. They texted me they were close to town towards the end of your breakfast. I was hoping to have you better dressed but there’s no way we could even get you into the bathroom that fast much less cleaned up and I need to welcome everyone in since you can’t open the door or really do anything but sit there and eat ofcourse” Coles eyes widened as he looked down and seen his massive exposed food stained body. His underwear were almost completely swallowed by his cascading waterfall of fat his body had turned into, if you didn’t look close you’d assume him nude. “Please you can’t do this to me! I can’t face people I used to know in this state!” Cole wailed eyes streaming tears that mixed with the ketchup staining his bloated fat puffy cheeks. “Oh I can’t? Okay Cole go walk to the bedroom and get yourself dressed” his feeder said coldly armed crossed smiling. “I can’t! You know I can’t!” His feeder walked over looming over him sitting on the couch “exactly so stop telling me what we are going to do piggy! You are going to learn your place, you are out of control princess!” They said grinning ear to ear at this point. “Now beg me, ask me like a pathetic hog since you’ve ate your manners away with your self control”. “Please I’m sorry can I get cleaned up and clothes” he said angry and totally mentally drained at this point knowing this wasn’t going to stop. “No” his feeder immediately replied “you are going to learn to respect me piggy, but I’ll let you have a shirt”.

Coles three closets friends all pilled out of the van they’d rode in from the airport in. “I can’t believe Coles partner paid for all our tickets here and everything! I mean seriously that guy is lucky to have a partner with those kind of expenses.” Mike said to Kayla “Yeah nice house too, must have been an old couples or something before. There aren’t even steps just a wheel chair ramp”. “I’m just glad to see the guy again, it’s been over two years since he moved out here with them and he barely kept touch. Honestly kind of annoying” Danny said following them up the ramp. “Oh stop Danny, you know how life can be. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it, at least the old gang is back for a few days!” Kayla said as she rung the door bell on the large oversized double door that seemed way too big for a suburban single level home. Coles feeder answered the door “Hey guys! Hope the flight wasn’t too bad” as they helped them bring everyones bags in. “No not at all, so where’s Cole? I can’t wait to see him!” Kayla said looking at the kitchen that’s as near the entrance to the home. Where those funnels on the wall? Surprising that they are still doing beer bongs at this point but who is Kayla to judge, they all used to party with Cole alot. Coles feeder smiles “oh he’s in the living room watching tv” as she points to the next room. Kayla is the first to walk into the living room and Danny walls face first into her back as she completely stops in her tracks “what the hell Kayla?” He starts to say as he hears Kayla say “Cole? Cole?” And I raspy breathy voice responds “yea hi Kayla” Danny peers around her shoulders to see Cole and nearly drops his jaw on the floor as he accidentally lets a “oh my god” without even realizing he had said it out loud. Looking at what he is told is his old friend he can’t believe it. He wasn’t even sure if the thing melting into that couch was male. Coles huge stretch mark stomach hung obscenely out of the too small shirt his feeder had pulled over his torso that barley even covered his belly button. “Yeah I kind of gained a lot of weight” Cole said staring down at the floor to embarrassed to even meet his friends eyes “uhh yeah you’ve gained some weight” Mike said finally after standing silently behind the other two “are you doing okay buddy?” He said walking towards the pile of fat that spilled off the sagging couch. “Yeah I just have a- I have an eating disorder I think” he said nervously. His feeder stepped into the room behind them “Cole has had some issues in the past we are trying to work on and even spoke about this morning but let’s not worry about that now. You guys are old friends! Sit down please you guys need to catch up!” Coles feeder said putting a hand on Mikes shoulder “he always talked about you guys so much”. The three friends looked at each other concerned before Mike spoke up “ofcourse no need to dwell on this negative stuff I’m just happy we are all together. It’s always good to see old friends”.

The evening had gone well until the pizza Coles feeder had ordered had arrived. His feeder had came in the room with a tv tray and a few boxes of pizza as they started laying slice after slice of pizza in a large dinner bowl. “I got you the extreme pepperoni lovers with extra extra cheese you like honey, I know you are starving. Let me get your ranch” coming in the room with a huge bottle of ranch Coles friends stare in amazement as Coles feeder starts squirting messy cup fulls of ranch all over the pizza that was messily thrown into the bowl

“Now eat fast because you have a lot more to finish babe” they say as they give Coles belly a hard open palmed smack after filling the bowl to the max. “Do you really think he should be eating that?” Mike says as Coles feeder starts walking back to the kitchen. “Excuse me?” Coles feeder says still holding the massive bottle of ranch. “I said do you think he should eat all of that?” Mike said pointing at Cole. “I mean seriously what was that? Look at that pile of cheese and ranch! You are killing him!” Mike says raising his voice.  Kayla puts a hand on his arm “Mike” as he pulls away. “No Kayla it isn’t right! They are killing him and enabling him with this weird fucking fetish! Look at him!”. Danny stands up beside Mike “He’s right Kayla, it’s obvious this is some weird feeder kink thing and they are enabling Cole. This is just as bad as somebody handing an alcoholic beer Kayla.” Coles feeder puts their hands on their hips and surveys them all. “Do you think he doesn’t want this? Coles happier than he has ever been being my feedee” they walk over squirting an even more obscene amounts of ranch on his pizza as they grin at Coles friends “Do you want more piggy?” Coles feeder coos pinching Coles double chin “or maybe your friends are right maybe we should put you on a diet” Cole weakly clutches at his feeders shirt “please feed me I’m so hungry piggy wants more” Coles feeder picks up a messy handful of the ranch covered pizza and holds it up to his nose. In a moment Cole is digging his face into the messy pizza slop making obscene oinking and gasps “feed me please I’m a good piggy grow my belly!” Feeling his feeders fingers push the pizza over his tongue.

Mike huffs in disgust “fine, I’m not being a part of this weird fetish bullshit. Have fun eating yourself to death Cole. I really hope you get some help but I think you are too far gone” as he walks into the entryway grabbing his bag and walking to the street “I’m calling an Uber”. Danny stands without saying anything besides “Bye Cole” and following Mike out to the porch. Kayla walks over absolutely disgusted about what is happening before her “Cole please, we can get you help. You aren’t going to live like this. You aren’t happy, you can’t be” Coles feeder pulls the slop away from his face “what do you think honey ready to leave me and get help?”. Coles eyes roll as he looks at Kayla’s distraught and disgusted face “Piggy needs feeding tube, so hungry” is all Cole moans in response. Coles feeder grins at Kayla “want to help”. Kayla looks at Cole one last time “Fuck you” she says to Coles feeder before looking down at Cole “bye Cole, good luck” before walking out of the front double door to join her friends waiting for their Uber as she wonders if Cole will even be able to fit out of them by the next year.

#dark feederism #death feedee #death feederism #death feedist #extreme feederism #immobile feedee #ssbhm belly #death feeder #immobile fat #extreme feedist #feedee feeder

[seat-safety-switch]

Do you love sports? I love a sport. That sport is called Zamboni. It consists of several minutes of big dudes wearing skates kicking the shit out of each other, until a piece of ice-surfacing equipment powered by a 1979 Volkswagen four-banger comes out and cleans up all the blood. You have to see it: these guys are like artisans; working the blade, the turning brake, and the throttle deftly to put on a show and leave the ice in perfect condition for the flawed monkeys to continue to eviscerate each other upon as soon as the beer ads finish.

Now, of course I’ve owned a Zamboni. And in fact, “Zamboni” is just one of many brands of ice resurfacing machine out there today. You can save a lot of money if you know this fact: everyone and their dog is looking for the name brand, so ads with a B- or C-grade rink stripper are gonna sink to the bottom, where they’ll find a pitifully small amount of your money. There are just two problems with owning one of these fine beasts. First, the top speed is annoyingly low, and second, Big Government keeps plowing away all the snow around my house before it can be turned into shiny, flawless rink-grade ice.

The first problem, as with so many others, can be fixed with sufficient addition of gearing. Since these things are made out of busted-ass old Volkswagen Fox parts, all it takes is understanding where the Fox ends and the Chevy S-10 begins, and then swapping out the cogs in the gearbox with the appropriately-chosen ones. Yes, it means that the 0-60 suffers, but you can fix that with a turbocharger. You don’t even need to intercool it: need I remind you of the giant pile of slowly-melting water that you’re sitting on?

Gearing up your Zamboni to highway speed does invite further problems: I was barely able to finish my break-in tune before the local law enforcement became aware of my actions. Nothing is more antagonizing to them than the existence of liberated, free thinkers such as myself. They may also have been angry that the aforementioned “pitifully small amount of [my] money” was in fact zero dollars, because I stole the fucker right out of a Timbits League game when I was supposed to be working. Hey, it’s my first day, what do you want from me?

Where was I? Oh yes, the ice quality. Here’s the thing: once you lead your pursuers out of the city, where there’s no road clearing, and drop the shaver, it’s difficult for the authorities to continue their pursuit. Maybe it’s because they’re in awe of the gloriously clear ice and have stopped to play a patriotic game of shinny, or it could be because the Lethal-Force-Spec™ Military Terrain® all-seasons that the patrol cruisers are equipped with are better at being bulletproof than they are at being snow tires.

#zamboni #best of

[manlicker69]

Sweet ₊　 ⁺　 ◌ ★

REQ :: How would you feel about doing some Noir or L headcanons with a police officer or private detective s/o? 😘 I super enjoy your writing!! It’s good that see that your account is progressing so much! Ignore if you feel like it, be sure to have a good day! || @sexy-sweet-potato

Tags :: L x male reader, Lawliet x male reader, Noir x male reader, Spider-verse, death note, reader is a detective, fluff, slightly suggestive, kissing, comfort, relationships

A/N :: Thank you for the support I've been receiving! I will be more busy as time goes by due to my personal life's activities, but I will still try to keep my writing up :3

You and L have been work partners since the dawn of time

You were friends in school and both had wished to investigate and solve mysteries, in time you two qualified to work together

Ever since Kira became active, the two of you have grown closer

You both loved working on the case, including interrogating each other to see if either of you were Kira

L loved sharing his ideas with you, wanting to compare yours to his to see if he can obtain extra puzzle pieces to finish the work

You tended to get bored a lot easier than L when it came to late nights

When you'd just quit for the night, you'd navigate to L's location to squirm in his presence

"Not now y/n, you know that I need to finish this work up"

He doesn't admit it, but he enjoys your annoying presence during such ungodly hours, oh how you fondle him with your gaze

attempting to distract him by planting kisses on his body, well pass success in your mission

You two have tried to keep your relationship on the low due to Kira, but oh is it so tiring

The small amount of alone time you two get is unbearable, but L only insists

L constantly worries that Kira will target you because of him, but he will never let that happen

"Y/n, why must you distract me with your handsome beauty? You know how intoxicating you are"

his love language is def quality time and touch, he just loves silently massaging your curves with his touch

noir loves giving you small trinkets to display his love to boost your morale

he usually lets you do most of the work in investigations, he loves watching your brain do it’s magic

always worried you’ll overwork yourself in the field, he enjoys working with you but would hate to see you stressed

when you two shared your first close moments together, it slightly changed the work atmosphere between you two

ever since you two became lovers, he became more flirty in investigations

cute notes on your desk, his same old trinkets, and maybe even a kiss on the cheek???

when you have to put a serious face on, he knows he needs to focus, because you always mean business 🫡

totally gives you massages at work and at home after really long and stressful days

“You know my sweet one, this case won’t run away right? Just focus on some rest so you can solve this battle easier.”

Peter/Noir might be a spider-man, but that doesn’t mean he’s invincible

he’s usually the one to take the fights with the main suspects, and occasionally returns a little beaten up

you fix him up with bandaids and praises, cuddling him to sleep until the next case approaches you both

“You’re the most beautiful man i’ve laid my eyes on, my little detective.”

Title based on the song | Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex

My requests are open!!!! >_<

#l x reader #lawliet x reader #x male reader #autistic nsft #mlm nsft #gay love #x reader #male reader #male reader insert #sub male reader #gay romance #death note #death note x male reader #death note x reader #light yagami #fluff #manlicker69 #spiderverse x male reader #across the spidervers #spider noir #noir x reader #noir x male reader #Spotify #atsv #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #requests #gay pride

[teawithnosugar]

Singer!Ellie headcanons

AN: oh em geee, hi hi hi. I know it’s been like AWHILE and I promised a oneshot (it is still in my drafts and more than halfway done) but I’ve been crocheting for a good 8 hours straight, it’s 4am, and I put my rlly rlly old playlist on shuffle and the songs gave me IDEAS. I did not follow my usual format (???) on this cause likeeee…yk, I’m sleepy and tired and lazy. Also this isn’t like super accurate cause obviously I’m not a singer and idk how they work.

CW: none rlly, I mentioned reader wearing dresses once

★ Imagine Ellie writing music not in the Arctic Monkeys or Chase Atlantic way a lot of ppl picture but in the Boygenius (pretty common) and Ed Sheeran way iykwim.

★ She’s rich af but doesn’t spend big amounts of money unless it’s for you. It doesn’t matter if you have your own money or you didn’t ask her to— SHE WILL SPOIL YOU.

★ Picture her in the most “okay” looking clothes that are so low quality that it makes her itchy but she’s buying you Versace dresses and shit.

★ She’s never told anyone except for Jesse (you guys’ bff and her music producer) but whenever she’s planning her next tour or concert with her staff, she tries to suggest dates and times that are convenient for you to watch. She absolutely needs you in the audience for her to perform well but she would never ask you to change your schedule for her.

★ Nah but just imagine her singing smtg like Perfect or True Blue on stage and her eyes are on you legit 99% of the time and people on tiktok post abt it nonstop.

★ If you had a career that made you just as famous as her, you bet she’s saving every single edit of you she sees on tiktok or insta.

★ Obviously she has your initials carved on her guitar and obviously everyone saw.

★ She’s already written many different versions of what her vows would be once you guys got married and every time she had a new draft, she’d turn the old one(s) into songs so they wouldn’t be a waste.

★ She never told you but one of her albums was just all old drafts of her vows to you.

★ You fully trust her 100% but sometimes you need reassurance every once in awhile but you also don’t like bothering her. She tells you all the time that you could never bother but you’re stubborn so whenever she’s staying late at the studio because she’s busy she makes Jesse send pictures of her to you like once every hour or so so you could see that she was truly at work and not doing anything else (like bereal ig).

★ She also made sure to tell Jesse not to say that she told him to do it. He just says shit like “ooh like at how obsessed this bitch is with you, this new song is cheesy af” so it comes off as him teasing you instead of reassuring you.

★ Is super awkward but in a charming way.

★ Your wedding would be super private and as soon as you guys are married, she takes time off work more often to spend more time with you.

★ In conclusion, she’s down BAD

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams headcanons

[sebastianswallows]

A new family — Chapter 5

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: just Marvolo being a nasty boy. I tried to keep him accurate, and he's probably the worst character I've ever written.

— WORDCOUNT: 2.2k

— TAGLIST: @littletealight @skarathewitch @myrachondria @mrimperio @ssnapsaurus @tarotwitchy-main @hufflepuff-16

Her hand went instinctively to the wand in her skirt pocket, but Marvolo stepped forward slowly, casually, throwing on a bemused smile. The doors closed behind him as if from a draft.

There was little in him that reminded her of Ominis. The high cheekbones and full lips were there, but his hair was dark and duller, his brows bullish thick, and his body was more broad. Although clothed quite finely in a gentleman’s suit, grey with black pinstripes, he moved in an uncouth manner, rough and lumbering and careless, if not outright uncivil.

“I wasn’t aware we were having guests,” he said, his brown eyes distastefully tracking her up and down before settling on her own. His voice was flat and low. It moved like something buried beneath mud. “Although you don’t seem like the sort of person that would be welcome here.”

She immediately hated him. She had heard of him throughout the years by Ominis, although not too much as it was, understandably, difficult for him to talk about his family in detail. She’d seen his pictures around the house as well, a few moving photographs and paintings, and he made himself unpleasant in each one, arrogant and egotistical and proud. And not only was he was as repulsive as his parents, but he’d been party to many of the torments inflicted on her dear Ominis.

She placed the parcel on the coffee table, almost in defiance, and smoothed her hands down her skirt. “I wasn’t aware yours was a welcoming family,” she said coolly.

“It isn’t,” he laughed, coming around to plop himself down on the sofa without even asking for her name. He crossed his legs and sat back, his arms spanning across its backrest almost from one end to another. “Which is why I wonder how you got here. You seem to have made yourself… comfortable,” he said, his eyes going down her figure once again. He might have noted the quality of the robes which she had bought with Ominis, or the dragon-skin boots she wore. His eyes, inevitably, fell to the gift-wrapped package on the table. “I can, of course, think of only one culprit,” grinned Marvolo.

“Is that so?”

“Where is my baby brother?”

“He’s your brother. How would I know?” she said, slowly stepping back.

“I only ask,” he shrugged, “because since I’ve got here I haven’t seen hide nor hair of mother and father, and you’re nothing like sissy’s friends.”

“Perhaps they’ve all gone out.”

His eyes flashed suspiciously up at her. He must have been thinking she was an interloper, or a thief, or worse… She had said nothing to discourage that opinion, of course, but she did not particularly care either way. She hated Marvolo, and didn’t intend to hide it.

“Yes, they must be out there somewhere, draining the family coffers… Am I right?”

Ah, so Ominis withdrawing funds from their account must have tipped him off. Perhaps even one of the Gringotts goblins told him about it. From across the distance, she could feel Sebastian laugh and say ‘I told you so’.

“I don’t know anything about that —”

“No, you wouldn’t, would you? What’s… this?” he said in one breath, leaning forward mid-sentence to pick up the little parcel. He held it to his ear and shook it to guess what was inside.

She took a few steps to the side and sat down on one of the armchairs by the fire, stretching out her legs as she lay almost on her side lazily.

“It’s a gift,” she said, “but not for you.”

“For someone special, is it?” Mavolo grinned, leaning back with it still in his hands. “Enough chitchat. Where’s Ominis?”

“You don’t care.”

“No, I don’t, but tell me anyway.” He looked around the room with a critical eye, suddenly humourless. “I know something odd has happened. I can smell it.”

Her eyes narrowed and she cocked a brow. A sliver of Legilimency told her the truth was slightly different.

“Someone told you.”

“Oh,” he laughed boomingly, “you caught me.”

“The house-elves?”

Marvolo scoffed. “Simpering vermin. No, it was the serpents that live on our grounds. Dug one out of his burrow and a nice long chat. Interesting little fellow. Didn’t recall seeing my family for many moons, although you and Ominis are known to take frequent walks lately…” His eyes glinted with satisfaction, no doubt feeling boastful about his special ability.

“Well then, perhaps the snakes can tell you where Ominis has gone. I certainly can’t.”

“I see he’s done nothing creative with the place,” said Marvolo, making a show of casting his eyes around. “Bought a distasteful little muggle device and littered the place with books, but aside from that… Not exactly an improvement. Even though father’s been gone for… how long, now?”

She shrugged. In truth, she didn’t know for certain how long it had been. “I have no idea what, if anything, has happened to him.”

“I suppose Ominis didn’t have the heart to tell me our beloved parents went ‘missing’. An owl would have been nice, you know… That or he didn’t have the courage to try to make me disappear as well.”

“Ominis has done nothing of the sort. He’s —”

“I thought you said you didn’t know,” he smirked. “So how do you know he’s innocent?”

“If anyone’s to be suspected of something, it’s you,” she said, leaning forward. “After all, I certainly can’t verify what the snake told you, can I?”

“Ah yes, you’re a mudblood. How could you possibly?”

“For all I know, you’re the —”

“Let me guess. I’m the big bad villain, am I? Why? Because I didn’t spoil your little cripple? Because I didn’t give in to his tantrums and melodramas? He was always so disgusting, the little milk-eye… Such an embarrassment. You have no idea what it’s like to have someone like that born in the family. A burden to be dragged about.”

“You really are vile.”

“Do you think,” he continued, leaning forward to brace his thick arms on his knees, “that your scrawny little boyfriend —”

“— He’s not my boyfriend.”

“— didn’t bring his misfortunes on himself? I think he relished it, as a matter of fact… He loved the attention. It was the only thing he had to contribute, after all. No magical talent, no interest in anyone other than himself, no respect for his own family who made him and raised him in the lap of luxury.”

“You call what you did to him ‘luxury’?!”

“Any other wizard would’ve given an arm and a leg to be born into this noble family. No, Ominis wants to be pitied… It is the only way he can stand out. But I know better. So do mother and father — or at least, they did.”

Her sprawl in the armchair turned more into a coiling, like an angry snake ready to strike, but she kept her jaw shut — clenched, in fact — and let Marvolo’s words wash over her. She burned to defend Ominis, but it was clearly a lost cause. Marvolo spoke as if he believed every word, as if he thought Ominis deserved all the nasty things his family inflicted upon him… She’d met people like that before, usually on the other end of her wand. There was no reasoning with them.

“You are convinced they are dead,” she said coolly. “And yet between you and Ominis, you seem to be the one fond of Unforgivables. Only further leads me to believe you killed them, and have come here to try to pin it on him before the Ministry hears of it.”

“Me?” he laughed. “Why would I hurt my own blood?”

“You need money, correct? All those gambling dens in London must be clamouring to get their dues…” she smirked.

In passing, she knew from Ominis about Marvolo’s stay in London, and his squandering habits. It wasn’t difficult to put two and two together…

Marvolo leaned back and smirked, not even attempting to deny it.

“I’ll just remind you that I’m not the only one in this family who is, as you so feebly put it, fond of the Unforgivables.”

“You forced Ominis to use them!”

“You believe everything that blind fool tells you?”

“He’s not a —”

“Although I must admit, pretty girls like you tend not to be very clever. Am I right?”

“Your compliments are as banal as your insults.”

“Come, now,” he chuckled, finally standing up and throwing the parcel back on the sofa. “You’re not as picky as all that, are you?”

With his distinctive heavy steps, hands stuffed in his pockets, Marvolo made his way around the room and vaguely toward her. She could now see that he was leaving mud trails everywhere he went, likely leaving it for the elves to deal with.

“After all,” he shrugged, “if you’ve set up here with that pale bat, your standards must be through the floor.”

“You don’t even care about what happened to your parents, admit it. You’re just upset Ominis is living his life outside of your malign influence.”

“So is that why he’s been dripping the account dry? My account, my inheritance?” he asked, coming slowly closer. “To pay for you? To buy you nice things — although, that piece, I must say,” he tutted and shook his head as he looked her up and down, “not particularly fitting. Guess he must’ve chosen it himself.”

Her fingers itched to curse him, but then Marvolo went by and past her, walking toward the right side of the room. She turned and kept him in her sights as he strolled, completely confident, with his back toward her. Slowly, she rose to her feet and faced him, keeping the armchair between them, ready to duck if tried to take out his wand. She suspected it was either up his sleeve or in his pocket.

“Is that the only reason you’re here?” she asked. “Because you noticed some galleons missing?”

“No,” he said, still looking around. “I’m here because I have yet to receive my annual invitation to father’s special Modranicht feast. Ominis wouldn’t know, he was never invited. It takes… a special pair of eyes to appreciate that celebration,” he grinned, winking at her from over his shoulder.

She glared at him but said nothing. She vaguely knew about the festival, something ancient that used to take place around Christmas Eve. It was supposed to be a celebration of motherhood, although she didn’t want to think of how the Gaunts observed it. The stains down in the dungeon flashed in her memory for a split second.

“Perhaps you have fallen out of your father’s favour,” she said.

Marvolo only laughed and turned his back to her again. His gaze fell to the glass cabinet, and he stepped closer to observe it.

“It is true, though,” he drawled. “I have been a bit of a villain. Not that Ominis didn’t deserve it. He’s never stood up for himself… Not against me, not against mother or father — who, to be fair, is rather terrifying — not even against sissy. I suppose that makes him the family ‘sissy’, doesn’t it?” he laughed. “Which makes me wonder what you’re doing with him.”

“I told you, I’m not doing anything.”

“Sure,” he nodded, looking at her again. “Only wearing his gifts and spending my money and living for months in my house!” said Marvolo, his voice rising with each word until he was shouting at her. His tone changed so quickly from the mocking laughter to the furious rage that it gave her whiplash. “If whoring yourself to a Gaunt is how you pay for your school supplies, so be it,” he said, his tone gentle again. “But you won’t do it on my galleons. Now, you little whore, for the last time: what happened to my father?”

“I’m not your little whore, and I have no idea what befell your father. Since he is supposed to be such a marvellous wizard, I’m sure nothing bad could possibly happen to him.”

“That’s right,” he nodded. “Not from a weakling like Ominis.”

His face turned one last time toward the cabinet and he frowned, noticing that something was off about the display but not being able to tell what.

“Regardless,” Marvolo continued, starting to walk back to her, “just tell me where he is and I’ll take it up with him, brother-to-brother, if not man-to-man.”

“I told you, I don’t know where he is.”

His dark eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as he stalked toward her. “It wouldn’t do to ruin those good looks by lying to me.”

“She told the truth,” came Ominis’ voice. Just then, the fireplace burst green and the flames grew large, dying swiftly to reveal his figure. He was dressed in a long warm cloak, his hands hidden beneath its folds. “But not to worry, Marvolo. Here I am. Now,” he said, stepping out of the fireplace, “I understand you’re looking for our family?”

“Oh, welcome back!” he clapped. “Off to bury their corpses, were you?”

“Oh no,” he said calmly, “I would never do them that honour.”

#Ominis Gaunt #Marvolo Gaunt #hl #Ominis Gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt imagine #Hogwarts Legacy imagine #Ominis Gaunt x Reader #Ominis Gaunt x MC #Hogwarts Legacy MC #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;a new family

[growup-thatbeautiful]

timezone

Summary: Tangerine comes home. Post-Bullet proof.

A/n: i’d love to know if anyone would be interested in a prequel series about this pairing? lmk!

Word count: 2.6k

Bullet Proof Masterlist

~*~

The low hum of music playing through the small record player in the corner of the living room fills the air while you wash up the takeout containers from your dinner tonight. Jovie is fast asleep in her bedroom down the hall, curled tightly underneath her sheets.

Bedtime lasted longer tonight than usual because Tan has been on a job for the past few days. Ever since you moved back in with him, you’ve gotten used to living with him, and so has Jovie, which makes it harder when he isn’t here. You have a routine now to put Jovie to bed, an elaborate and complicated thing with many steps including kids' books and Tangerine’s own story times. So, without him, it’s been hard to convince Jovie to fall asleep these past few nights.

It took you four Dr. Seuss books and one game of hide and seek to get her into bed, which took more energy out of you than you care to admit.

Billy Joel’s crooning voice is interrupted by the ringing of your phone. Carefully, after you dry your hands, you swipe up on the screen of the photo of Tangerine and Jovie that fills it.

On the speaker, his voice fills the empty space between the two of you. You don’t know where he is at this point or if he’s finished what he needs to do- it’s too risky to discuss over the phone- but based on the sounds you think he’s driving somewhere. You can picture the way his ringed fingers grip the steering wheel, his eyes focusing on the road in front of him as neon lights pass by, reflected against the shine of the pendant around his neck.

“Hey, love,” he says, his voice sounding tired but nevertheless affectionate. “How are my girls doing?”

Your heart fills with warmth at his word choice, and you jump up on the counter to sit and talk for a while. “We’re good. I finally got Jovie to bed, though it took more convincing than usual.” Your head hits the wooden cabinet as you lean back and your eyes slide shut.

He hums in response and adds, “I swear to God, she gets her fucking energy from you. You used to be just like her “

“Because I couldn’t fucking trust you then,” you blame. “Had to sleep with my back to the door.”

“I have you no reason not to fucking trust me.” Tangerine’s voice is light, fond remembrance laced through his tone. “Even gave you the bed because I’m a gentleman.”

“You’re no such thing,” you laugh. “And I remember a conversation like this years ago where we couldn’t agree.”

Tangerine fully laughs this time, a low, happy-sounding laugh that you’ve been missing. You learned what it was like without Tan for all those years, so now every time he’s gone you feel it deeper, like something lodged inside your heart. Tan’s laughter dies down and he says. “Yeah, but we’ve fucking changed since then. You’ve come to see how much of a right pleasure I am.”

It’s your turn to hum in agreement. Silence falls between the two of you, but it’s not uncomfortable. You don’t know someone as well as Tan and have uncomfortable silences. You’ve been through so much- making it through silence isn’t the worst thing you’ve faced.

You break the silence, though, because you have to tell him how hard it’s been without him here. Even washing dishes had felt lonely without him bothering you, his front plastered against your back as he places kisses along your neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“The only thing between us is distance,” Tangerine says automatically. “And that’s fucking nothing at all, love.”

“I know.” You hate how weak your voice sounds. How emotion creeps through the cracks and seeps through the phone speaker. “It doesn’t feel like that, though.”

“That bad?” he asks. The concern in his voice carries through despite the bad quality. You don’t know if he’s alone or where he is, but it makes you feel safe somehow, knowing that he’s worried about you. As if he doesn’t already have enough to worry about.

“Not great,” you admit. “Jovie misses you too. She keeps asking me when you’ll be home, but she’s been busy with school.”

“I’m sorry, love.” It fills you with ache, how tired he sounds. You know that he trusts you- you’re not going to leave again- but that doesn’t make things like this any easier.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, or, at least, try to. “You’ll be back soon. How’s everything looking there?”

Tangerine sighs fully and tells through veiled metaphors how it’s been harder than he and Lemon thought to track down the mark they’re looking for, but he thinks that they’ve got a good lead. He tells you how the mark is usually unguarded and without weapons, so it will be easy once they actually find him. You can only hope for his safety.

But safety, in your lives, is a laughable commodity that you haven’t known for years. It’s your choice and you’ve had to live with it, through thick and thin.

“Do you need any help?” you ask when he’s done talking, praying that there’s something you can do. “I can see what I can find.”

“Love,” he says, and you can see the smile on his face from miles apart, a fond, exasperated smile that you know too well. “Enjoy your time off, I’ll be home soon.”

“You will?” You know it’s selfish, wanting him to yourself all the time. He has a job to do, and you’re distracting him, making it harder for him to get the job done. But it’s so hard when he’s so gentle like this.

“I don’t fucking care what else happens, I’m seeing you tonight, love,” Tangerine promises, his voice grainy from whatever low-quality service he’s on.

“Yeah?” you ask, smiling. It doesn’t have to be true to make you feel protected. Safe. It could be an empty promise, but you’d still have the same reaction.

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s time I stop fucking about here and come to see my girls.”

You feel like a schoolgirl from the way you’re grinning into the phone and thinking about him. “I’ll be waiting, then.”

“Try to get some sleep.” You don’t know how he’s the one taking care of you right now, but it’s nice to have someone tell you what to do.

“I will. Goodnight, Tan.” As hard as you try to hide it, your voice sounds hopeful and lighter than you intend it to. The last thing you want to do is guilt him to coming home. God knows you’re already responsible for enough of his guilt.

“Night, love.”

You move through the apartment, missing him less and more at the same time. You don’t want to think about it anymore, but all you can seem to see in your mind is him- the ink tracing patterns on his skin, the cold metal of his rings, and the tidy curl of his hair. With him on the back of your eyelids, you fall asleep curled up on the couch like Jovie is in her own bed.

~*~

Tangerine’s footsteps are light on the pavement outside of his house from years of practice. There’s blood on his hands, there usually is, but he can’t care to wash it off when you’re right beyond the front door.

The key to the door slips in after a few tries and shoulders open the door, wincing as a cut along his ribs is pulled tight. He’ll have to ask you to help him with that later. For now, though, all he wants to do is see his daughter and you safely asleep. It hadn’t been a hard job, just tiring, and he's exhausted down to his bones that ache and scream for him to lie down.

He can’t do that, though, until he sees you- your face lighting up in surprise that he made it home so fast. He promised you he would, and he’d rather not show up at all than break that promise. The two of you stopped breaking promises to each other recently. Carefully, so he doesn’t wake anyone up, he steps out of his shoes and his suit jacket, putting them in their place in the hallway next to Jovie’s green raincoat and your heavy black overcoat. The very picture of a normal family, those coats. It brings a weary smile to his face.

He’s expecting you to be in bed, but you aren’t. When he finds you, you’re dead asleep on the couch, a threadbare blanket covering you as the tv plays dimly, some movie he hasn’t seen before. It looks romantic enough to be something you would pick, though.

For a moment, before he’ll carry you to your shared bed, he watches you. He’s known for years that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, but when you’re sleeping there’s something so fragile about you. The usual strength that you carry in your frame is hidden by one of his old sweatshirts and a pile of pillows, and the creases that he usually finds in between your eyebrows aren’t there. No, like this you look like a gentler version of yourself. Someone who, maybe, hasn’t had to make so many hard choices or do so many shitty things.

But that’s not who you are, and it’s definitely not the person he fell in love with. It sounds horrible, to think that the unforgiving circumstances of your youth are what led you to him, but it’s the truth more than anything else. He can’t count the number of times you’ve bonded over your shared traumatic experiences or cried into his arms about things only he can understand.

When he tucks you into his chest and lifts you with an arm underneath your knees, you start to stir. He’s proud to see, however, that you don’t panic like he’s sure you would with anyone else. You just settle deeper into his chest and go back to sleep.

As much as he would love to immediately lay down beside you, he has to check on Jovie first. It’s irrational, his fear, but given everything that’s happened, he has to do it.

She’s fast asleep just like you are, stuffed bear held close to her chest. The nightlight plugged into her wall casts a blue light around the room, lighting her curly hair with a neon glow. You always say that Jovie looks just like him, she got his curls, but he thinks she looks like you. She has your eyes, smart and bright, and she has your strength.

Gently, he steps over to where her bed is and kisses her on her forehead. “Hey, Jovie-love. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” Once he’s satisfied that she’s okay, he brushes the hair out of her face and kisses her once before padding out and shutting the door without a sound.

You’re sitting up in bed when he makes it back to your room, the sleeves of his hoodie falling over your hands as you shuffle to the edge of the bed. “You’re here,” you state dumbly, a grin spreading across your face. “I thought you were being hopeful.” You rub some sleep out of your eyes and reach for him, and his heart fucking melts. He lets you draw him in closer to you and his hands find their way to cup your face. Like this with him standing, he’s much taller than you, and he’s able to really, truly see you. The relief plastered on your face and the beaming, not-quite-awake smile make everything that he had to go through to get here worth it.

“Since when have I been fucking hopeful?” Tangerine grins. “I made you a promise, didn’t I? Had to stick to it.” There’s so much truth behind his words that he’s too tired to unpack right now, but you don’t seem to mind. You especially don’t mind when he leans down and kisses you gently, at first, but with more passion when he remembers that you’re real, and you’re here, and you’re all his. Slowly, careful of his various minor injuries, he leans forward until you’re laying flat on the bed with him in between your legs. He thinks he hides the grimace of pain he makes when you skim your hands down his torso, just enough pressure to make pain bloom beneath his eyes, but you know him too well to let something like that slip his eyes.

You also know that he’s never going to ask you for help when he’s hurt. So, you stop him with a hand pushed against his chest and ask, a little breathlessly, but with narrowed eyes, “Are you hurt?”

He lets out a long, low groan and buries his head in your shoulder. He mutters under his breath, but clear enough for you to hear, “Can’t get fucking nothing by you, love.”

It’s not the right thing to say, because panic spreads across your face as you try and get him off of you, looking for any sign of pain. There are the normal bloodstains on his clothes, but you assumed those weren’t his- they usually aren’t. “Where are you hurt?” you ask, your voice an octave higher than natural and your hands not as steady as he knows they should be. “Are you okay? I swear, Tan, if you’re bleeding out and you wasted all this time-”

“-Love, does it look like I’m bleeding out?” he asks, tilting your chin up with his finger to get you to look him in the eyes. There’s still panic in your eyes, but it takes on a sharper edge when you start to focus like he knows you can. You take in his clothes, the flush on his cheeks, the strength of his arms, and the smile on his face. He doesn’t look any worse than all the other times he’s come home with scrapes and bruises.

“No,” you answer unsurely. “But you’re good at hiding things.”

Tangerine can’t help the grin that slips onto his face at your stubbornness. “It’s nothing big, yeah? Just a scrape on my ribs. Fucking prick used a knife on me.” You don’t look completely convinced, but he sees the fight drain from your posture. Whether or not you realize it, you lean into his touch and close your eyes, taking deep breaths in and out.

“I’m okay, love, I promise. Everything’s going to be alright” There he goes again, making promises that he has no right to make. But with you looking at him like moments ago, like the world was ending if he was, he can’t do anything except promise you everything. He may be a fighter, but, against you and Jovie, he’s a weak man.

In the end, you take him to the bathroom anyway and fix him up, complaining the whole time that his wound could have gotten infected if he didn’t clean it tonight. He argues back that you would have found out one way or another, so he didn’t need to tell you. Really, though, he doesn’t mind your hands smoothing over his skin, gently applying antiseptic and bandaging it up.

History has proven that he’ll let you get away with almost anything, not that you try much anymore. All you ask for is that he comes home at the end of a job, and he asks the same in return. It’s what you should have done since the beginning, but he knows it wasn’t always as clear as it is now.

It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re both here now, his arm thrown around your waist underneath the sheets, your soft breathing lulling him to a state of almost-sleep. He’ll fall asleep eventually, he’s still exhausted, but right now he’s taking the moment to enjoy being home.

With Jovie. With you.

His family.

Taglist loves: @venusthepirate @shadows-of-nyx @syd-vixious @thefloatingpickle @sallyp-53 @fictionalcomforts @s-haa @the-bisaster @phoenixhits @wee-little-mouse @cupofstarss @eefos @slut-f0r-u @lotustv @kpopgirlbtssvt @amyg1509 @tangerinesgf @earth-elemental18 @theredvelvetbitch

#tangerine #bullet proof #bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #bullet train tangerine #tangerine bullet train #bullet proof universe #nova writes #atj #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson x you #tangerine fic #tangerine fanfic #tangerine fanfiction

[sillygoobermanlol]

MIGUEL X GN VILLAIN SPIDER READER CHAPTER 2: The Calm Before The Storm

This chapter is gonna be short but A LOT starts happening in the next so for this one I just wanted it to be short and sweet. Like I said I do wanna post this on A03 aswell bc thats just better tumbler is kinda just a test run lol.

everything is going great for you and Miguel.

It had been a month since the bite. Miguel indulged himself in his work, meanwhile you were still figuring out what was going on with your body. Your body had changed, you were bigger and stronger. Just a week ago a web of some sort shot out of your wrist and you now noticed the small holes that were there, you weren’t crazy you knew that now but what did this mean? You spent weeks thinking to yourself replaying everything in your head that took place the last few weeks, it did take you a while to tie it back to the spider but when you did everything made sense.

You thought about telling Miguel but would he believe you? He was always more of a logical kind of guy and would probably just call you crazy, and honestly you wouldn’t blame him this WAS crazy. How the hell does a spider manage to give you “powers”? You always thought Alchemax was weird but not weird enough to carry super spiders.

It was almost 12 am when Miguel finally came home, exhausted as always. He had started working on a project and he was staying after hours at Achemax more often, you’re pretty sure he’s even spent the night there too. You tell him to take it easy but he just dismisses you saying its “groundbreaking.” Whatever, you thought, not more groundbreaking then what was happening to you.

“Hey.” your voice echoed in the kitchen,

Miguel jumped almost dropping his microwave dinner, “Good god! you cant just sneak up on me in the dark like that!” he said fixing his glasses. You turned on the kitchen light, your light sensitivity was getting better now it just took you a while to adjust to the light. Miguel really did look tired, he must’ve noticed your concern because he sighed, “I’m okay, please just stop worrying,” he said putting the dinner in the microwave and turning it on, a soft hum filling in the quiet space until you spoke. “Miguel I get it, whatever it is you’re working on is important but is it worth killing yourself over?” you said getting a sigh out of him, “I’m not-” he cut himself off and grumbled before continuing.

“I’m not killing myself, you just have to trust me on this one. What I’m doing is going to change the world,” he said, “I know, and I’m sure of it. Just take care of yourself big guy.” you say giving him a pat on the shoulder, he smiled at you grateful that at least someone believed in him.

Another month passed, you had gotten used to your abilities for the most part. Occasionally stopping a corner store robbery here and there, your presence was made known “spider-man” is what they called you, some low quality videos of you on the web and few dozen newspaper articles. You weren’t really sure if you want to be out there yet so you kept it lowkey for a while, Miguel had been planning some kind of showcasing for his project and you supported him on this idea. He still hadn’t really told you what it was, every time you asked he dodged the question like a bullet so you can’t lie that you were excited to see what he had been working on for all this time.

You unenthusiastically mopped the bathroom floor of Alchemax, this job was absolutely insufferable. it was quiet until Miguel barged through the door talking about a million miles per hour switching from Spanish to English, “Woah Woah, okay what?” you say stopping your movements. “The showcase is this Sunday, THIS SUNDAY.” he looked excited yet panicked at the same time pacing around the small space, “That’s great! What time? I’m totally going.” you ask trying to be supportive. “8 pm, there’s just so much to do. I’ve got to prepare and-” he takes a deep breath, “Very important people are going to be there I cant mess this up.” he says. “You wont, you’re freaking awesome there’s no way they’re gonna reject you.” You smile continuing to mop,

Your words seem to calm Miguel, he drags you into a big hug one that almost lifted your feet off the ground. You chuckle pulling away, “Okay okay, don’t you have a showcase to plan? Shoo,” you wave him away but he just stands in front of you with a giddy smile on his face. “You’re really important to me you know that? I swear you’re gonna be proud of me after this.” he said softly, “I already am.” you say in response to his heartfelt words. You two smile at each other for a little while more before he leaves, your heart felt heavy of love for him you would do anything for that man.

The next few days Miguel planned intensely for the showcase he needed everything to be perfect, he even bought a nice new suit for himself. You decided to follow in his footsteps and get something nice too for the showcase as well, you picked up a beautiful red and blue suit that would look great on you it even made you more excited to attend. Everything was okay, and going well you had never felt more like yourself. Spider man was showing up more and more over time, you weren’t so scared anymore.

#miguel x you #miguel o'hara x ftm reader #miguel x reader #spiderman miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x afab reader #miguel o'hara

[clockwork-ashes]

Lucien Vanserra had spent many long hours in his relatively young life wondering if he truly belonged. He had always felt a bit like an outsider, as though he were looking at the rest of the world through a particularly blurred window, especially among his family.

Most of Lucien’s older brothers thought him too sensitive, too weak, hardly someone they considered in their fights for the throne. Eris thought Lucien was too kind and, while Lucien was aware that his eldest brother had tried to teach him how to navigate court life in a way that would please their father, Lucien was also aware that Eris had been largely unsuccessful.

The only quality Beron Vanserra really seemed to truly admire in his youngest son was Lucien’s ability to be a charming, likeable, and arrogant courtier. Arrogance, Lucien knew, was a trait coveted only in the Autumn Court, and none were to be more arrogant than the seven sons of its High Lord.

While Beron usually seemed to enjoy Lucien’s ability to quickly come up with a clever response to any questions that would come his way, Lucien could declare with great confidence that the same could not be said when that sort of behaviour was directed towards him.

“Did you really think I would not know?” The High Lord was standing like a soldier, Lucien thought, back straight and hands clasped behind him, relaxed but ready to act with nothing but a moment’s notice. There were flames in Beron’s dark eyes, the only sign that he was very close to losing his patience.

“Well,” Lucien began, he knew he should not have skipped his training, should not have ignored his father’s wishes, but he had not exactly been thinking of the consequences when he’d made his decision. “I could only hope.”

Beron raised his brows and Lucien bit his tongue to stop himself from saying anything truly ridiculous, he was already going to be in enough trouble as it was.

“You really believe I do not know, do not learn, of everything that happens in my household?” Beron’s tone was low and calm as his accusing eyes slipped from him, Lucien noticed, and he gazed ever so pointedly at the Lady of Autumn.

Lucien did not look at Eris, but he heard the sharp inhale of breath the heir had taken from his place at the High Lord’s side.

Eris, more like a father than anything else, harsh and cutting, but always gentle in the memories of a childhood near forgotten. Lucien couldn’t help but look just past Beron, only for a moment, at the impassive face of his eldest brother. Empty amber eyes flared in warning and Lucien turned his attention to the stone floor of the throne room, angry at himself for wanting even a hint of comfort.

“Look at me,” his father snapped, the dominance in his voice startling. Everyone in the Forest House knew the meaning of such a tone.

Lucien quickly raised his head, suddenly wishing he could be anywhere else. He heard the rustle of his mother’s skirts as she inched closer, pausing a mere step from where Lucien was standing.

“Nothing else you want to add?” Beron asked, the temperature flared in the room, much to Lucien’s discomfort.

His hands were shaking, Lucien noticed, tiny tremors he was sure that the High Lord had spotted. “I’ve grown tired of hearing my own voice,” Lucien replied, just because he could. He added a careless shrug to his words and saw his mother wince at what she knew was about to come.

Beron Vanserra sighed, shaking his head slowly in disappointment. Lucien stiffened his spine and braced himself for the hit he suspected was about to come, waiting for his father to take a few small steps closer. Lucien gasped along with his mother at the resounding crack when the back of his father’s hand landed nothing short of a bruising blow as it caught Eris on the cheek.

Beron had turned quick as an adder, Lucien thought, whirled around so fast that Eris couldn’t have seen it coming. Not like Eris would have moved even if he had, Lucien knew, he’d seen more than enough of the beatings Eris had silently sat through.

“Do you see?” The High Lord directed the question to his heir, voice raised, golden rings a blurred flash as he struck Eris once more.

At that second, brutal hit, Lucien made to rush forward, but his mother grabbed his arm, clawed at his sleeve with her sharp nails.

“Lucien,” she whispered so quietly, “Lucien, please.”

Lucien couldn’t help but pause, eyes still on Eris, as drops of blood, ruby dark, stained the white collar of his brother’s shirt. He did not know what disagreement the High Lord could be referring to with his question, he always felt as though he were the last in his family to learn anything so he barely gave it a second thought.

When Eris hummed his response, an elegant courtier’s “mhm,” Beron snarled.

“Use your words, Eris.” Lucien watched as his eldest brother bristled at their father’s demand.

“Yes, High Lord,” Eris replied, the words wet with his blood. “I see.”

Seemingly happy with Eris’s answer, Beron made his way towards his youngest son. Lucien tried not to flinch, but he knew he was unsuccessful as his mother’s grip tightened around his arm.

“I don’t want to hear about another lesson being skipped.” Beron said, calm once more, a forest fire no longer out of control, manageable.

“Yes, High Lord,” Lucien said, voice clear even though his heart was in his throat.

“Each one of my sons, more disappointing than the last,” he said, more to himself than to those in the large room.

Lucien tensed as Beron held out his arm, hand outstretched as he silently commanded the Lady of Autumn to come to him. Lucien watched as his mother quickly left his side, small fingers interlocking with his father’s much larger ones, covering the smattering of Eris’s blood on his palm.

Neither the Lord or Lady of Autumn looked back as they left the throne room, Lucien could not even guess where they might be going. As soon as the dark oak doors slammed behind his parents, Lucien breathed in deeply, shoulders slumping forward in relief.

Lucien’s relief was short-lived as he heard the snarl behind him.

“When will you learn to hold that tongue?”

Lucien turned his attention to Eris, watching as he angrily dragged the back of a pale hand across his face. Scarlet red, the blood smeared across his brother’s cheek, and Lucien quickly reached for the small handkerchief in his pocket.

Hands still shaking, Lucien made to pass the folded piece of fabric to his brother. When Eris didn’t immediately reach to take it, Lucien felt very badly that Eris had to shoulder a punishment clearly meant for him. Eris, as harsh and cold and careless as he so often was, happened to be Lucien’s favourite brother.

Lucien remembered how he’d pretend to fall asleep on the couches in his mother’s private library and wait for Eris to gently lift him and carry him back to his room. If Lucien was awake by the time Eris came to order him off to sleep, the Autumn heir wouldn’t do it. The Autumn Court was vicious, and even then, Lucien had heard the rumours of his eldest brother’s cruelty, but he couldn’t exactly be bothered to care, especially not when Eris was the only one of his brothers who held his hand whenever Lucien reached for it.

���I didn’t think–”

“You never think,” Eris snapped, cutting Lucien off right in the middle of his apology. “Such a lovely welcome back home.”

Lucien cringed, feeling absolutely dreadful. Eris had been gone two months, in one of the larger training camps near the spring border, and Lucien could imagine that Eris was not too pleased with him.

“I’m sorry, Eris, honestly,” Lucien tried again.

When Eris’s flaming eyes dimmed, returned back to their normal amber, he winnowed effortlessly next to Lucien, taking the handkerchief still between them with a defeated-sounding sigh. Lucien couldn’t help but lose a sigh of his own.

“Knowing when not to speak is a skill just as valuable as knowing when you should,” Eris offered in reply, scrubbing at the blood on his face.

“Right, yes, I know that,” Lucien said, nodding but knowing full well it would take him centuries to master the sort of self-control Eris possessed. “So sorry.”

“Stop apologising,” Eris mumbled. “And go back to your lessons.”

Lucien could not help himself as he quickly threw his arms around Eris, the hug stiff and uncomfortable for a moment before Eris awkwardly patted Lucien on the back. They were the same height now, Lucien noticed.

“Stay out of trouble,” Eris said finally, winnowing without a warning and leaving Lucien alone in the Autumn Court’s throne room.

#acotar #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #lady of autumn #beron vanserra #autumn court #ashes writes sometimes

[amyroseblog]

Day 7!! >_<!!! (1 week milestone!!)

Only 2 days left!! I’m going to miss talking to all of you and sharing what I do in my downtime, but fighting for peace and justice is important!! I guess not important enough to Eggman though. He seems to have been enjoying his holiday too, probably blogging. Good for him!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Today, I decided to check in on Knuckles!! He did a few things in the holidays, like shopping for food and treasure hunting with Rouge!! (I swear it was a date with her, but he’s just too shy to admit it!! Are all boys like that? All the ones I’ve met are like this… (TヮT) )

We sparred for a bit, he taught me the basics of blocking and whatnot, and then we had a break!! Doing sporty things like this also lets me show off my cool weighted bracelets! THATS RIGHT IM SHOWING OF TO YOU NOW TOO!! DID YOU KNOW MY BRACELETS ARE ACTUALLY WEIGHTED BECAUSE ᴵᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵐᵇᵃʳʳᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ʷᵉᶦᵍʰᵗ ⁻ ⁻ ⁻

(NTR: I do not condone body dysmorphia. If you are currently suffering from it, please speak to professional help. I am currently playing a character. Please please please I pray to the stars, don’t let a RP blog on tumblr influence you about your weight PLEASE /srs)

I asked if Sonic was dared to accept the letter to confirm, and surprise, surprise!! He did. Unfortunately, I felt obliged to thank him, since he did convince him - I guess. I also asked what Sonic said about the date.

“‘It was fun.’ He sounded bashful.”

I thought it would be worse. Nice going Amy!!!!!!!!! \(^_^)/

After that I headed home and got some rest. Today was a good day, might just do sm chill tommorow. (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

(While I’m here, sorry for the low quality of yesterday’s post. It was rlly rushed because I was tired nd stuff.)

Amy Rose signing out!! ^_^

#amy rose #sonic #character blog #sonic blogging #sonic the hedgehog #amy the hedgehog #amy rose blog #sonic fandom #amy rose art #amy rose fanart #amy rose the hedgehog #amy rose sonic #amy rose sth #sonic fanart #sth #knuckles the echidna #knuckles fanart #knuckles the dread #knux #knuckles #character art #character illustration #character interaction #rp blog #roleplay #ask blog #art #artwork #artists on tumblr #my art

[give-soup-please]

Could you write Narrator reacting to a reader who stays up all night online talking to their friends? (not self projecting! nope-) anyways thanks :)

Narrator and a reader who stays up late talking to their friends (platonic or romantic)

He pokes your side. “Reader, it’s three in the morning. What on earth are you doing, staying up so late?”

He glances over your shoulder. “Discord again? Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were addicted.”

He continues, “I don’t care how- what was that word? Humans… your linguistics shift so often, it’s hard to keep track. Anyway- I don’t care how ‘dank’ their ‘memes’ are, you need to go to bed.”

You clutch to your computer. “Just one more message.”

“Oh no, no, no, no, I’ll not be part of this. You can either comply willingly and get to sleep, or…”

You’re curious to see what he can do. He’s not going to hurt you, you know him too well. “...Or?”

He doesn’t really have a plan. Vague threats used to work, he’s sure. “Or else!” he finishes, more weakly than he intended. 

You smirk. He didn’t have anything he could actually use.

He sighs dramatically. “Look, if you’re going to stay up late talking to your friends, why not talk to me? We are friends, aren’t we?” 

That’s a low grade manipulation tactic. You don’t fall for it.

“I’m just saying- that if we were truly friends, you’d spend time with me as well. It’s not easy for me, because you’re my only connection to this world.”

You scoff, but you’re slightly worried. “That’s because I’m the only person you willingly talk to. Nar, if you want friends, you have to, you know, actually make an effort. I shouldn’t be your only connection.”

He starts to whine. “Oh- none of them live up to my incredibly high expectations. You’re the best of the best, reader. How can I possibly expect to meet new people, when I’ve already met with the best? Surely you’ll be moved by my fits of loneliness…”

Flattery… You’re not sure where this is going, but you’re mildly suspicious. You glance at your laptop, then back to him. You sigh. “Alright, let’s chat. Just let me tell them I’m logging off, and I’m all yours.”

You don’t think about how you worded that. He purrs in satisfaction. “Ah, excellent choice. I’m so glad you’re coming around to see reason.”

You snort. “Don’t push it.” You sign off for the night, and swivel in your chair to face him. “Alright, I hope you had a topic in mind, because it was your idea in the first place.”

“Of course I do! Why, I’m full of good ideas. Now listen closely, I’ve been developing a new script, and…”

He continually hypes up his new script without actually giving anything away. After about ten minutes, you lose patience. “Why not just read it to me? I could- I could be your listener, and give feedback.”

He gasps. “Why- I hadn’t thought of that. What an excellent idea. Here, lean back in your chair, and let my words wash over you.”

You don’t think much of his phrasing. It was odd that he hadn’t thought of just reading his script, like he usually did.

You put your feet up, and his words begin to coast around you. This was an unusual story. A lot of repetition, a lot of cycles and loops. His voice is very soothing, though.

Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound like this. He’s murmuring quietly, voice deep and rich. Your eyelids grow heavy.

This wasn’t like any of his other stories. Usually, he throws himself into whatever dramatis personae is needed, really projecting and acting it out. Instead, he keeps a steady rhythm. This is… an interesting change. 

The quality of his voice has changed as well. It sounds like he’s directly talking into your ears. 

You yawn.  Now that you’re no longer looking at a bright screen, your eyes start to adjust.

Things are calm and quiet. The narrator weaves his narrative well, drawing you in.

After he’s finished with that story, he immediately launches into another one. You’re too tired to protest. 

His voice starts cutting in and out, slowly but silently dropping into a whisper.

Things feel so nice right now, You lounging in your chair, the narrator’s voice steady and smooth. It’s so… 

…

“Zzz..”

If it wasn’t important to keep quiet, the narrator would have let out a cackle.

You wake up the next morning in bed. How did you get there?

The narrator comes in to your room, beaming away like the sun. “Sleep well?” There’s a certain amused smugness in his tone.

“…did you manipulate me into falling asleep?”

“Oh come now, ‘manipulate’ is such a strong word. Just think of me as the narrative guide to your dreams!”

“You really couldn’t handle me giving attention to someone else, could you?”

He sounds affronted. “Perish the thought. If I am concerned for a loved one’s sleep schedule, and they’re stubborn enough to not take care of themselves, then it’s my duty to step in as the concerned party and help.”

You’re smiling. “You’re full of shit.”

You can hear the smile in his voice too. “And you have more energy to conquer the day than you would have otherwise. It’s all a matter of interpretation, reader.”

#the narrator x reader #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp #headcanon #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #could be read as platonic or romantic

[whereireid]

hi!!! i’ve been having a shitty couple of days, and just need some eddie comfort. my request is pretty simple, fem! reader is really stressed, feeling insecure, and does that thing where when she gets asked what’s wrong, she starts bawling and eddie comforts her :)

can be a tab-bitty smutty but mostly fluff please <33

9 TO 5 [Eddie Munson]

warnings: SLIGHT mentions of men making reader uncomfortable

Working is exhausting. Waiting tables is exhausting. Constantly being called over for more drinks or to be complained at for the quality of the food is exhausting. Being ridiculed for how the mashed potatoes aren’t mashed enough is fucking exhausting. You don’t make the mashed potatoes, so why do you get the brunt of your customer’s anger?

You’re tired of your body aching after every shift. Tired of collapsing on the gravel floor outside of the diner with tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You’re well and truly fed up with how the male customers look at you — eyes hungry, never satisfied. They’re like hyenas, and they gawk at you like you’re a piece of meat. They compliment you on your figure, eyes never leaving your chest, and after each shift, you feel disgusting.

Home. That’s where you want to be right now. Instead, you’re on the floor outside of Karen’s diner, your feet throbbing, your back aching, a pout sporting your face. The cigarette that sits between your lips slowly begins to burn itself out. The gravy stains on your work shirt are not going to wash out. No amount of scrubbing will do the shirt justice. You’re just going to have to buy another.

You don’t bother looking up when you hear Eddie’s tyres crunch on the gravel; rather simply dragging yourself up, head hanging low, trying to prevent the tears from spilling.

You hate your job. You hate every part about it. The serving, the customers, your colleagues, your boss. Why do you even stay? Because the pays so good? Because the pervy customers tip well?

Waitressing is mentally and physically exhausting, and as you clamber your way into Eddie’s car, back aching, knees unable to hold yourself up anymore, feet throbbing with pins and needles, you wonder why you even bother working at the diner. There’s easier jobs that require less labour. You could work at Family Videos with Steve and Robin, but they earn practically nothing compared to you.

Just think of the money, y/n, you tell yourself as you buckle in your seatbelt. Eddie’s eyes are so fixated on you it makes your face fluster and you wipe your eyes, shooting him a small smile. “Hi, Eds.”

Eddie looks at you, a small frown on his lips. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs, voice quiet. He starts to drive, tyres crushing gravel, his eyes staring at the road. “How was work?”

“It wasn’t great.” Your voice cracks slightly and squeeze your eyes shut, gently banging your head against the car seat. The burn in the back of your throat and the tears which beg to spill from your eyes is embarrassing. You don’t want Eddie to see you cry over something so stupid. “‘M so tired, Eds.”

“Okay, pretty girl. Take a nap. I’ll wake you up when we’re at mine, okay?”

He doesn’t need an answer to know that you agree. The drive is silent - Eddie doesn’t even bother turning his music up. He can see the stains on your cheeks from where you’ve been crying, can see the marks on your work shirt from spilt food and drinks. Your shift has been hard - harder than usual, and he can’t imagine the intense, exhausted state that your body is in.

When he arrives at his trailer, Eddie ponders whether or not to wake you up. You seem restless, feet gently kicking at the floor of his car, though your eyes are shut; your breathing is heavy, you’re not resting. Your sleep will not make you content. You need to be relaxed, and Eddie lets out a heavy breath as he reaches over to shake you awake. Instead, he opts to undo your belt buckle. He wishes nothing more than to leave you sleeping, but he knows better than to let you stay asleep when you’re upset. You get grouchy when you awake, and it’s something that Eddie wants to prevent. He doesn’t want to allow you to make a bad day even worse.

A gentle groan escapes your lips as your boyfriends arms wrap around you. He’s carrying you bridal-style out of the car, his eyes gazing into yours, full of love, full of concern. “Such a pretty girl,” Eddie tells you, his voice so quiet. He enters his trailer, softly shutting the door behind him. “Even when you’re sleepy. So, so pretty. Say, it baby. Tell me how pretty you are when you’re tired.”

Your head lulls backwards slightly, resting on Eddie’s bicep. Your eyes sting, and you look up at him, throat burning from how upset you are. “‘M a pretty girl, Eds. ‘Specially when I’m tired.” A singular tears slips down your cheek, and you sniffle slightly, turning your head away when Eddie goes to wipe it. “I’m so tired, Eddie.”

Eddie shushes you, his thumb gently wiping your cheeks. “I know, baby. Let’s get you undressed.” He begins to lightly unbutton your shirt, helping you pull it off of yourself. Shoulder slumped, you stare up at him, tears prickling the corner of your eyes. His voice is so gentle it makes your skin crawl with goosebumps. “Been a hard day at work, huh?”

The gentle tone of Eddie’s voice practically forces you to squeeze your eyes shut. Tears threaten to spill at every passing moment, and your throat feels like it’s about to close up. “It’s been awful,” your voice wobbles slightly, your hands pressing against Eddie’s stomach. He watches you squirm on him, and he frowns down at you. He hates it when you feel like this, his pretty princess, so exhausted, so restless. “The customers were - were so mean today, Eds. Just wanted to come home to see you, all day.”

“Wanted to see me all day, huh, baby?” Eddie places a soft kiss against your forehead. “If you needa cry, sweetheart, cry. ‘M not gonna judge you.”

The coaxing of his words seem to be the match which lights the fuse to your breakdown. Gentle sobs begin to rack your body, to which Eddie soothingly runs his hands up and down your body in response, trying to force you to relax. Tears fall desperately from your eyes, and your breathing becomes erratic, choked sobs escaping your lips. “Shh, baby,” Eddie tells you, his hands on your face, wiping away the tears quicker than they come. “‘S all okay. I’m here now, baby.”

“I needed you all day, Eddie,” your breathy voice falls out in a whine, and you grab at him desperately, needing to feel him against you. “I just wanted you and you weren’t there and I hated it.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Eddie soothes, his hands finding their way in your hair, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on your scalp. “But I’m here now, okay, ‘n I’m not gonna leave you.”

Breathy sighs leave your mouth, and as you calm yourself down, your chest begins to rise and fall slowly. You look up at Eddie through teary eyes, and shuffle yourself closer against him, desperate to feel his touch. You clamber atop of him, knees either side of his legs, and rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, and Eddie’s arms wrap around your waist almost instinctively.

Moving your hair out of the way, Eddie begins to plant tender, loving kisses on the side of your neck, sucking gently, lips never leaving your skin. He marks you softly, and when he bites down gently, he soothingly laps his tongue over the broken skin his teeth had caused. “I love you, sweetheart.” He squeezes your arms slightly, and you nuzzle your head closer into his shoulder, and he pulls his mouth away from your skin. “So, so pretty. Those men at work won’t bother you now you’ve got this, baby. Property of Eddie Munson written all over your neck.”

Face flushing slightly, you flick Eddie’s neck, and he lets out a gentle ouch in response. Your body throbs, and your spine feels like it’s about to fall out of your body, and your feet are so, so grateful for the lack of pressure on them; sitting down is heavenly, your body screaming with happiness from the break from the constant walking you had been doing at work.. Eddie gently traces small circles on your skin, humming a soft, somewhat familiar tune, though you can’t exactly place where you’ve heard it from beforehand. Your head rests in the crook of his shoulders, your eyes falling shut, your body relaxing against Eddie’s.

It hurts. And you’re tired. Exhaustion burns at your core, and no matter how hard you try to fight to stay awake, you’re beginning to allow the urge to sleep overtake you. Your body can no longer hold itself against Eddie, and his strong arms press you against him as you begin to drift off.

You’re such a pretty girl, Eddie thinks to himself, especially when you're tired.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things vol 4 #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #stranger things fic #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things

[tumbleweed-palmer]

The Big Talk: Jimmy Palmer X Reader

This was started for the summer bingo and I just now found the time to actually finish it. This was supposed to fulfill the cop, lost, and car squares. Some slightly smutty moments towards the end so Minors DNI please.

A wrong turn and a flat tire during a bad snowstorm forces Jimmy and Y/N to have a talk they've both been avoiding.

===========

Jimmy couldn’t stop the low groan from escaping his lips, doing his best to peer through the wet smeared windshield, silently cursing his poor choice in buying a lower quality windshield wiper fluid. It seemed the fluid was aiding in doing more smearing than wiping.

He really hadn’t been prepared for the weather to turn so quickly and so drastically.

The snowy weather was making an already awful day ten times worse.

He took a quick glance beside him at the woman sitting on the passenger’s seat, the words spilling from his lips before he could stop himself. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I’m such an idiot.”

She shook her head knowing this was the third time he’d uttered those words in the past hour. “You aren’t an idiot, Jimmy, it's fine. It happens to the best of us.”

Jimmy let out a heavy sigh shaking his head as he replied. “I just can’t believe I not only missed our turn but I’ve managed to drive so far before I even realized it. We’re who even knows how many miles away from where we need to be and I can’t see a thing out of this windshield. I’m the one who offered to carpool and I managed to get us so lost. I don’t even see a turn off to get back to where we need to be. I can’t believe this is a one way road. I don’t even see an exit sign to any towns. All I’ve seen for miles is woods.”

“It’s okay, it’s really no big deal.” she responded, reaching out and giving his arm a gentle pat.

Jimmy let out another sigh, unable to let it go. “It’s all because of this stupid weather. It’s interfering with the cell towers. I mean, my sense of direction isn’t great to begin with…but the weather is making the GPS go down and I think the snow is getting worse. I can’t believe I got us turned around so easily and we’ve been lost for hours without me even realizing it.”

He paused another sigh escaping his lips. “I wish we would have just been able to get some motel rooms for the night. No one should be driving in this. Look at the road. It’s practically a blizzard out here. We are literally the only ones out driving in this mess.”

She let out a soft laugh giving his arm another pat. “Bold of you to assume NCIS would reimburse us for a motel.”

The comment did manage to put a slight smile on Jimmy’s lips, the corners of his lips upturning despite the guilt and embarrassment still swirling in his gut. 

He managed to speak a small cynical laugh leaving him. “True, I don’t think we’re high enough on the NCIS foodchain to get any sort of travel budget..even if the defense insisted that Meyer couldn’t get a fair trial in DC or Norfolk even.”

He paused a small frustrated sigh leaving him. “It wouldn’t be so bad if we actually got anything done today. I can’t believe we sat in that courthouse all afternoon just to be told that the trial was going to be pushed back.”

She nodded her head, a soft sigh leaving her. “Who would have thought that every JAG lawyer meant to represent our side today would have eaten a bad batch of shellfish.”

Jimmy shook his head rolling his eyes ever so slightly. “I still can’t believe the defense insisted that the trial needed to take place all the way out here in the sticks. I know Meyer has the right to a fair trial, but this is ridiculous. We drove all this way in the middle of a winter storm, and now we’re going to have to drive all the way out here again in two weeks.”

She nodded her head taking a sip from the 20 oz bottle of soda she’d grabbed with the measly dinner they’d managed to grab after they’d left the courthouse. She spoke as she placed the bottle back in the cupholder. “I know, it makes it ten times more frustrating that it is for someone like Meyer.”

She paused thinking of the petty officer that had been taken in the year before. The guy was pure scum, but even scum got a day in court.

She adjusted her seatbelt giving Jimmy a small smile. “For what it’s worth, I can think of a lot worse people to have to carpool out to the sticks in the middle of a snowstorm with. At least we have the drive together.”

Jimmy couldn’t deny the way his heart lifted at the comment. How could one little comment from her make his heart swoon?

He often felt his heart swoon when it came to Y/N Y/L/N.

It had been that way since she’d been hired.

They’d all been in shock when Abby had admitted she wanted to hire an assistant, but there were going to be some terms and conditions of course. She had a bad go with her last assistant. So, if she was going to finally admit she could use a little help she was going to be the one doing the interview process. An assistant would only be hired on Abby’s terms.

Y/N had been the lucky hire.

Jimmy was partially sure it was love at first sight for him, if such a thing existed that is.

That feeling of adoration had only grown since the moment he first set his sight on Y/N.

How could he not adore her? She was perfect. If such a thing as perfection existed then Jimmy was sure she was it.

How could he not think of her as the epitome of perfection? She was equally smart, sweet, funny, and pretty. It was a combination that Jimmy Palmer was helpless to resist. 

From their very first introduction in Abby’s lab, Jimmy Palmer knew that he was absolutely screwed.

He’d been down this path before, hopelessly crushing on the pretty girl who saw him as nothing more than a nervous morbid geek. He’d been down this exact road a time or two.

He could remember way back when he’d first realized that pretty girls existed. He’d been a late bloomer of sorts, so shy and awkward for so much of his youth. He’d been pretty late in middle school just about to enter high school when he’d finally begun to notice girls.

 Melanie Jacobs…that had been his very first crush's name. He could still remember exactly what she looked like; big blue eyes and stunning strawberry blonde hair, braces with purple bands on her pearly white teeth, and she smelled like a combination of strawberry scented Teen Spirit deodorant and Bath and Bodyworks Sweetpea body spray.  

He’d been hopelessly enamored with Melanie Jacobs, but she’d not even noticed he existed. That was until she’d become his lab partner in a middle school Biology class…then she’d noticed him. She’d noticed him for all the wrong reasons. 

Jimmy Palmer had recently learned about medical examiners and he’d been a bit too enthusiastic to share this newfound knowledge with Melanie during a dissection of a frog.

Needless to say Melanie Jacobs was less than impressed with Jimmy’s newfound wealth of knowledge.

It had set a horrible pattern for Jimmy Palmer’s interactions with the opposite sex. He shoved his foot in his mouth the second he was faced with any interaction with a pretty girl. He already tended to shove his foot in his mouth in most of his interactions, but the second he was face to face with an attractive girl he became even more hopeless. He turned into a stuttering awkward pathetic klutz who couldn’t shut up. It was a deadly combo. He was an awkward extravert. 

As the years had gone by he’d managed to have a couple of girlfriends by some miracle. 

Jimmy wasn’t totally an absolute loser destined to be alone, but usually when he somehow managed to land a girlfriend it didn’t take him too long to find some way to wreck things. Either his girlfriends grew sick of his clingy tendencies, or his awkward tendencies, or his workaholic tendencies, or his morbid interests. There was something about him that always managed to scare girls away.

This was a particularly worrisome trend given what he’d finally worked up the courage to do a few months back.

He could admit that from the moment Y/N had begun to work at NCIS he’d made it his mission to learn as much about her as possible. He knew that this mission sounded somewhat creepy when he said it outloud. 

He wasn’t stalking her…he just paid a lot of attention to her at work and during nights out with the team…he paid attention to what she liked.

He’d learned a little about her from casual interactions and overheard conversations. She didn’t care for capers or eggplant. She didn’t get the point of drinking espresso. It was just overpriced over-caffeinated tiny coffee shots she insisted. She liked Indian food and always went with the same order but it had to be extra spicy. She preferred fruit flavored candy over chocolate and had a weak spot for Peach Rings. Her favorite color was forest green. She didn’t care for the color turquoise. Her favorite earrings were a small pair of real pearl studs that had been her paternal grandmother’s. She liked wearing dresses more than pants any day of the week. She was tied between loving Halloween and Christmas. She liked horror movies, carving pumpkins, and haunted houses as much as she liked decorating Christmas trees, holiday parties, and making gingerbread houses. She had a couple of sisters and a fairly large extended family, but she didn’t particularly like visiting her hometown as she felt it was far too tiny. She preferred dogs over cats. She liked getting her nails done though she tended to keep them pretty short given she claimed it made wearing gloves in the lab far easier. She wore an Elizabeth Arden perfume called Sunflowers. 

The one piece of information that had helped Jimmy finally work up his nerve to make his move, had been her love of art.

A few months ago he’d made yet another excuse to wander down to the lab when he’d spotted the sketchbook that Y/N had shyly been showing Abby.

The sight of the sketchbook and the realization that it belonged to Y/N had been the one thing that had finally pushed Jimmy to man up and make the move both Dr. Mallard and just about everyone else on the NCIS team had been pushing him to make for so many months now.

He’d felt the words leave his lips before he’d had the nerve to talk himself out of it. “There’s a new art deco exhibit at the Smithsonian Art Museum…uh..there..there’s other art there too, but the art deco exhibit is brand new.”

He’d resisted the urge to slam his palm against his face as Y/N had looked up from her sketchbook, her eyes meeting his, clearly waiting for him to continue.

He knew he was in too deep now to shut up without making things far more awkward. So he’d decided to grow a pair and go for it. “Do you have plans for Saturday? I wanted to go see the exhibit…If you want to go…we could get dinner too, as in a date.”

There’d been an awkward moment of silence, Abby causally excusing herself a knowing smirk on her lips.

Jimmy had felt his heart sink at the silence fearing he’d screwed everything up. He spoke his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink “That was probably inappropriate…I mean, we’re at work and didn’t we just attend a department wide sexual hasrassment seminar?…that was probably…That was probably a total Tony move…uh can we just pretend that didn’t just happen and accept that I’m a total dork?”

“I don’t think that this constitutes harassment, Jimmy…It wasn’t horribly inappropriate…I mean you aren’t anything like Tony as far as your approach…As far as you being a total dork, I think that’s part of your charm…I  don’t have plans on Saturday. I’d like to go on a date with you.” Y/N had finally spoken, pushing all the insecurities he’d had to the side.

The insecurities hadn’t managed to stay away for long.

They’d gone out on several dates thus far over the past couple of months. They’d even shared a few soft chaste kisses on these past few dates, but the insecurities had remained ever present in Jimmy’s head.

He hated to admit that he was so lost when it came to Y/N. He’d never been the best at navigating his way through the complex inner workings of a romantic relationship.

He liked to think that he was emotionally intelligent. He just had the bad luck of being a bit of an emotional mess who was incapable of not saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. He was never sure what to say or do when it came to actually having a romantic relationship especially with someone who he felt was so out of his league.

The big what are we talk was constantly hanging over his head.

They hadn’t exactly established what this was between them. It had been about two months thus far and they’d gone out on so many dates, but they’d not discussed anything about what these dates meant to them. 

His insecurities told him that Y/N didn’t see these dates as being as serious as he hoped.

How could she see this as being anything serious? A voice in the back of Jimmy’s head taunted him with these doubts. She could probably do so much better than him. She could so find someone who was far less nervous and far less of a human disaster. He knew they were a mismatched pair. She was pretty and cool and he was such a giant geek and somewhat awkward looking as far as he was concerned.

His insecurities screamed that Y/N couldn’t possibly see these dates they’d been having as anything remotely worthy of being an actual romantic relationship. A voice told Jimmy that Y/N saw everything between them as being totally casual. She probably didn’t see it as anything more than them having a little fun. 

Afterall, hadn’t that been the case with Jimmy’s involvement with Michelle Lee the year before? 

Michelle had seen everything between them as just a bit of fun, a way to blow off some steam.

Then again everything with Agent Michelle Lee had been solely sexual. 

Things with Y/N were a bit more PG-rated. They’d done no more than share a few goodnight kisses at her doorstep. 

Jimmy wanted to ask what was happening between Y/N and him. He wanted to man up and have the big relationship talk.

His insecurities kept a firm grip on his tongue though.

He feared to broach the subject because he feared that he wouldn’t like the response he got.

Then again, didn’t Y/N initiate all those goodnight kisses? He didn’t think Y/N was the kind of girl that just kissed a guy without it meaning something.

He didn’t think she was seeing anyone else. Jimmy certainly wasn’t seeing anyone else.

Didn’t all of that point towards this being something serious between them?

Still even with those little clues that this might be something more than casual, his insecurities kept him silent.

To be honest lately he was finding the silence unbearable. 

Not knowing for certain what this was between them was driving him insane.

He hated not knowing but he was terrified of knowing. He wanted to be her boyfriend so badly but he was terrified that she didn’t want him. 

His head was a mess and he had no idea how to even approach the subject and put an end to the torment.

Jimmy frowned, his stomach dropping at an all too clear thumping noise just outside the car, the car jerking ever so slightly. He was unable to ignore the slight pull to the steering wheel, he tightening his grip on it as the car began to swerve to the left side of the road. The icy road made it a bit more difficult to straighten his path. 

Y/N couldn’t stop the slight gasp from leaving her lips as the car jerked roughly Jimmy doing all he could not to fishtail his Acura, the poor little car not managing well on the icy road and the apparent car trouble they were encountering.

Jimmy spoke under his breath, rarely used curse words slipping from his lips. “Shit, Damn it.”

He let out a sigh of relief as he managed to regain control of the car, slowly pulling over to the side of the road and putting the car into park. He flipped on the hazard lights, a soft groan leaving him. “This can’t be happening.”

He glanced over at Y/N, his stomach knotting up as he broke the bad news. “I think we have a flat.”

“Are you sure?” She blurted out adjusting her seatbelt, clearly still trying to calm her racing heart.

Jimmy swallowed a thick lump developing in the back of his throat a condescending voice sounding out in the back of his brain ‘great first he got them lost and he’d managed to get a flat. He was proving himself to be a wonderful driving companion.’

“Yeah I felt a thump back there and I can feel the steering wheel pulling. It’s gotta be a flat. We must have hit a nail or something…who even knows. This road looks like it’s seen better days even without the snow and ice.”

He adjusted his own seatbelt, another groan leaving his lips. “I don’t suppose you have cell service?”

Y/N reached down into the floorboard grasping onto her purse and digging through it for only a moment before she finally located her cell phone. She stared down at her phone, her stomach dropping a frustrated sigh leaving her. “Not even a hint of a bar.”

Jimmy reached down into his suit jacket pocket locating his own phone, a low whine leaving his lips as he glanced down at it. “Same here, no service.”

“So, I guess triple A is out of the question then?” Y/N only half joked trying not to say the quiet part out loud.

They were screwed.

She turned in her seat trying her best to peer through the rear window as Jimmy spoke his heart sinking down into his pelvis. “Nope, no chance of calling for help.”

She shook her head, her own heart sinking. “There’s not a car in sight…it’s getting really dark quickly. It must be the weather. The snow isn’t getting any lighter.”

Jimmy nodded his head, that guilt bubbling up in him all the more. She most likely would never carpool with him ever again. He’d made a real mess of things.

He took a deep breath knowing he had to step up and be the one to fix this. He unfastened his seatbelt turning in his seat to peer down into the back floorboard. “I have a camping lantern somewhere back here. Maybe if I have some light I can go out and at least look at the tire situation.”

He let out a small triumphant noise as he located the lantern grasping onto it as he turned back in his seat. “I think I have a tire iron and a spare in the trunk. I should have a few tools too. It’s not a great spare and the tools are pretty old, but it might be enough to get us a little further up the road. We’re bound to hit a town at some point. If we can find a town we can most likely find a mechanic.”

Y/N stared out the windshield, her stomach turning at the state of the world just outside of the car. “In this weather, when it’s this dark out? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Jimmy shook his head determined to be the one to fix this all. He wanted to be Y/N’s boyfriend, well a good boyfriend would step up, fix the flat tire, and get his girlfriend home safely. “What choice do we have? We don’t have cell service.”

Y/N parted her lips wanting to argue that it was far too nasty outside to even attempt to fix a flat but Jimmy didn’t give her a chance he fast to speak he managed to locate his coat putting it on over his court appropriate suit. “Just sit tight. I’m sure I can fix it. There’s no sense in both of us facing the snow.”

She felt her heart sink as Jimmy opened the drivers door, a harsh cool draft spilling in through the open door as he managed to exit the car.

She sighed her head falling back closing her eyes as she tried to calm her nerves. This day couldn’t get any worse.

She bit the inside of her cheek, debating ignoring Jimmy’s insistence that she stay in the car. Perhaps she could at the very least hold the light for him while he changed the tire. He shouldn’t be out there trying to fix this all on his own, not in this weather.

She sighed, opening her eyes and sitting up in her seat. She peered through the darkened windshield, her stomach dropping all the more as she took in the state of the weather. She wasn’t sure if it was all in her head but it looked like the snow was getting heavier.

Yes, it definitely did seem like the snow had gotten worse. She couldn’t ignore the sound of the wind practically howling right outside the car. 

She let out a heavy sigh as she reached down into the floorboard and grasped on to her coat. This was ridiculous. Jimmy couldn’t stay out in this.

She unfastened her seatbelt and shoved her coat on. She double checked that the car was unlocked before she reluctantly opened the passenger’s door.

She kept a tight grip on her coat, holding it closed the best she could as she slowly made her way around the front of the car doing all she could not to slip on the icy road. This was a horrible time to wear heels and a dress. Her black stockings did little to protect her from the chill in the air.

She peered through the darkness, snowfall, and howling wind searching for Jimmy’s form as she neared the rear of the car.

She sighed as she finally spotted him still digging through the trunk the lantern in his hand struggling to light his surroundings.

Y/N managed to speak up, raising her voice over the howling wind. “Jimmy, please get back in the car. This is insane. The snow is getting worse.”

Jimmy jumped a little shocked by her presence. He peered up at her, also struggling to see through the darkness and the storm. The cold damp air was making his glasses fog up and build moisture which made it even harder to see his surroundings. “It’s fine, I’ve got this. Just get back in the car. One of us should at least stay dry. Everything is fine, it shouldn’t take me much longer. I’ve just got to find all my tools. Don’t worry about me.”

Y/N shook her head far too stubborn to give in to his demands. “It’s not fine, it’s freezing out here. Come on, get back in the car. You’re going to catch your death out here. Forget the tire. We just need to wait out the storm.”

Jimmy parted his lips ready to argue with her that he could handle this. He was perfectly capable of handing this. He should be the one to handle this.

Y/N didn’t give him a chance to argue with her. She spoke again, not above begging him. “Please, Jimmy. Just get back in the car and wait this out, please, for me.”

Jimmy felt any stubborn resistance melt at her requests. He shut the trunk they both slowly making their way back to the front of the car moving slowly on the icy road through the chilled wind.

They both let out a heavy sigh as they renentered the car the chill to their bodies not disappearing even when the doors shut out the cold wind.

Jimmy placed the lantern down on the dashboard in front of him he taking his glasses off doing his best to clean them with his tie a low frustrated groan leaving him as the moisture on his glasses smeared along the lenses.

Y/N rubbed her hands together unable to believe how cold and damp she’d gotten from the minimal amount of time she spend outdoors. “It’s so awful out there. I can’t believe it got so nasty so quick.”

Jimmy let out a heavy sigh nodding his head in agreement. “No kidding. It’s a mess.”

He put his glasses back on not entirely satisfied with their cleanness but it was better than nothing.

He stared down at the dash a soft sigh leaving him. “I don’t think I can keep the car running for too long. We need the heat, but who knows how long we’ll be out here. I don’t want to add an empty tank onto a flat tire.”

“Were you able to get a look at the tire?” Y/N asked cringing at the bad news about the heating situation.

Jimmy nodded his head, his throat growing tight guilt bubbling up in his gut once again. “The tire is shredded. I have no idea what we ran over but the tire is a disaster. I couldn’t get a good look at it to see if whatever we ran over was still embedded in the tire or not.”

Y/N sighed nodding her head in understanding, she still rubbing her hands together trying her best to warm her skin. Her fingers felt frozen solid. “Why do I feel like this is going to be a long night.”

Jimmy swallowed the lump in his throat trying all he could to shove down the guilt. “I think our chances of catching a good samaritan out on the road tonight are slim. No one but us is insane or dumb enough to be out in this.”

Y/N sighed staring down at the dash daring to ask the question she didn’t want to hear the answer to. “How long will we have the privilege of a heater?”

Jimmy felt that guilt bubble up all the more rapidly. “Not long…I just don’t want to risk us running too low on gas when we don’t know how far the nearest town even is.”

Jimmy reluctantly placed his hand on the ignition cringing as he turned the key shutting off the engine. He glanced into the rearview mirror, an idea crossing his mind. “I have a blanket in the back floorboard…it’s kind of scratchy, but it may work. My mom always told me to keep a blanket in the car just for situations like this.”

Y/N nodded her head a small smile crossing her lips at the mention of Jimmy’s mother. She could admit she found it kind of cute, how close he seemed to be to his mother. She’d gotten the impression that Jimmy Palmer was a little bit of a mama's boy, though she had a feeling he wasn’t the annoying kind of momma’s boy who couldn’t cut the umbilical cord. If anything he just seemed to have a lot of respect for the woman. He’d seemed to indicate that from the age of ten on that his mom had essentially been a single mom. He seemed to have a lot of adoration for her.

Jimmy spoke again, nodding to the backseat. “We can get in the back, share the blanket. If we’re going to have to wait out this storm until morning we may as well be comfortable.”

Y/N gave him a slight smile nodding her head as he took off her coat and kicked off her high heels. “Let’s see if I can in the backseat without having to get out of the car.”

She turned around in her seat getting on her knees somehow managing to crawl through the tight space between the drivers seat and the passengers seat.

She fell into the backseat the movement clumsy but at least successful.

Jimmy followed her in suit, ditching his coat as well. His movements were a little less graceful than hers and he couldn’t stop the less than attractive grunt from leaving him as he practically fell into the backseat.

He managed to stand up the best he could in the car, leaning over between the tight space between the drivers seat and passengers seat as he grasped onto the lantern he’d left on the dashboard.

He fell back against the backseat resting the camping lantern on the armrest between the drivers seat and passengers seat. 

He managed to reach down to the floorboard finding the blanket he’d promised. It was a horribly unattractive thing; scratchy, a little on the thin side, and a shade that could best be described as pea soup green. He knew it was better than nothing though. 

He opened the blanket Y/N scooting closer to him as he covered them both.

They sat in silence for a long while neither were sure what to say. They were both a little frustrated by the turn of events tonight had taken.

Y/N couldn’t stop the chill from running down her spine, her damp clothing making it harder to get warm even with the blanket's presence.

Jimmy noticed as she began to run her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to warm herself. “We should get warm soon.”

Y/N spoke, shaking her head, a realization crossing her mind. “Not with these wet clothes. Wet clothes make the dry blanket useless. We can’t retain any heat if we’re stuck in these soaked clothes. We have to ditch some layers if we’re going to get warm.”

Jimmy felt his cheeks flush at this statement. He cleared his throat trying not to gawk at Y/N as she pushed back the blanket and reached behind her finding the zipper to her dress. 

She pulled her dress up and over her head revealing the black slip she wore under the dress. She allowed the stockings to follow, glad to be rid of the damp fabric.

Jimmy stared straight ahead, ditching his shoes and damp clothing as well, his heart racing. He stripped down to his boxers and undershirt praying that the glow of the lantern was low enough that she wouldn’t notice just how pink his cheeks had grown.

Y/N got back under the warmth of the blanket, she not shy about scooting close to Jimmy. He took a deep breath, his heart still racing as he wrapped his arm around her waist, she resting her head against his chest.

She spoke a soft sigh leaving her. “There, that’s better already. Now we should get warm.”

Jimmy cleared his throat his cheeks flushing all the darker he realizing his voice had risen a pitch. “Yeah, better.”

He shifted in his seat unable to focus on anything else but how soft her skin felt. She was so soft. It was something he’d noticed before of course. Each time her hand pressed against his during a dinner date and everytime her lips met his during a chaste goodnight kiss after a date. Her skin and her lips were so soft.

His heart continued to race he unable to stop thinking about the slip she was wearing. It was so short on her body and it hugged her curves so perfectly. It was high enough that the warm skin of her thigh was pressed against him, the silky material of the fabric of the slip feeling heavenly against his palm.

He felt his cheeks grow even darker, the lower region of his body unable to stop itself from perking up at the sensations of her soft skin and the closeness of her against him.

He spoke trying so hard to distract himself from the lust beginning to flow through his body. “What a night huh?”

“Yeah no kidding. The cherry on top of our day.” She remarked the giggle that left her doing little to smother down his lust.

He shushed the voice in the back of his brain that insisted that she probably noticed just how turned on he currently was. She would probably notice at any moment just the reaction he was having to her state of dress and she would think he was a huge pervert. All they’d done is share a few innocent kisses so far and here he was lusting after her like some drooling mindless horndog. 

He felt anxiety swirl in his belly joining the lust.

The silence returned, the only sound filling the air was the howl of the wind outside. 

Jimmy wasn’t sure what came over him…maybe it was just his inability to sit in silence when he felt anxious. He usually resorted to running his mouth when he felt anxious. He talked too much as it was but the habit only intensified when he felt anxious. 

He felt the words leave his mouth before he could stop them. “So we’ve been on a lot of dates lately.”

He cringed at his own comment. Way to sound smooth, he taunted himself silently.

He felt his anxiety swirl all the more as Y/N spoke she seemingly not finding his comment as awkward as he did. “We have.”

Jimmy felt the words continue to spill from him he unable to keep his mouth shut for even a second the panic switch in his brain overriding any ability to shut up. “Are..uh, are you seeing anyone else?”

He cringed at the question, he suddenly realizing that she might interpret his question in the worst way possible. What if she assumed he was asking because he wanted to see other people? He didn’t want to see other people. 

He spoke again, quick to speak he stumbling over his words. “I’m not…I mean…I-I don’t want to see other people. I’m not going on dates with anyone else. So I-I was just wondering if you…you know you are seeing anyone else?...or you know want to?”

He bit down on the inside of his cheek feeling like he’d made a mess of things with his giant mouth. He’d made things so awkward. 

Y/N widened her eyes at the question, it taking her a bit off guard. She managed to give Jimmy a reassuring smile, her hand reaching down placing over his hand on the arm that wasn’t currently wrapped around her. “I’m not seeing anyone else, nor do I want to.”

“Oh, uh…good…cool. That’s uh, cool.” Jimmy replied, closing his eyes cringing at his own words.

He felt so immature. He felt like a nervous middle schooler all over again. He was sure middle schoolers were capable of being more smooth than he felt right now.

“It is cool.” Y/N remarked a somewhat teasing tone to her voice.

Jimmy felt his cheeks flush all the more he clearing his throat. 

He took a deep breath he finding the words. “I’ve never been good at this kind of thing?”

“Good at what?” Y/N asked knowing one thing she’d learned about Jimmy was that sometimes he needed a little coaxing. He occasionally got a bit too in his head and let his anxieties get the best of him. He sometimes needed a little reassurance when he was trying to sort out his thoughts without totally freezing up.

Jimmy took another deep breath, he deciding his best bet would just be to be blunt. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He was so sick of keeping silent and letting the questions torment him. It was now or never.

“Having the big what are we talk…I was, well I was kind of a late bloomer. I didn’t even have my first kiss until the last semester of my freshman year in college. I’ve always been like this…like, I don’t know, just awkward…a  mess.”

“I don’t think you’re a mess.” she replied quick to reassure him.

He shook his head a weak smile crossing his lips. “I appreciate it, but I know I’m a disaster. I never know what to do or say when it comes to dating…it doesn’t help that my last relationship was all physical…I felt pretty used by the end of it to be honest…I just, I.”

He paused feeling his throat grow tight as he decided to just be blunt about it. “I like you. I like you a lot…I more than like you…I’m crazy about you. I don’t want to see anyone else but you…and I don’t want you to see anyone other than me. I’ve had more fun on our dates than I’ve ever had with anyone. I want us to be official…I want to be your boyfriend.”

He closed his eyes his heart racing all the more anxiety growing all the more apparent in his gut. He couldn’t help but to think that he sounded like such a disaster. 

He felt the words leave him he speaking so quickly that he was almost certain Y/N couldn’t understand a word that left his lips. “I have been wanting to ask you about this but I’ve had no idea how to even approach the subject. I was just afraid you didn’t feel the same and you just saw this as something casual. I mean we’ve kissed but I got in my head that maybe you didn’t see it as serious and then I felt horrible for even thinking that because I don’t think you just kiss guys when you don’t mean it. I just got into my head about it all and it’s been driving me insane and I had no idea how to even say the words to you, but I am crazy about you and I want to man up and ask you. I want this to be serious. I can understand if you don’t feel the same and I promise I’m not a jerk who’s going to pout if you don’t feel the same I am…”

He didn’t have a chance to keep rambling Y/N gently reaching up her hand placing over his lips she quick to speak. “Jimmy, slow down and take a breath.”

He felt his cheeks flush all the more he nodding his head frantically. She pulled her hand from his mouth she allowing the massive amount of information he’d just dropped on her to roll through her brain.

“I haven’t been kissing you without it meaning anything. I just…you seemed so nervous.” She admitted her own cheeks flushing.

She cleared her throat as she spoke again knowing that she’d never quite been too great at this herself. “I didn’t want to spook you.”

“You were afraid of scaring me off?” Jimmy asked dumbfounded by this information.

She nodded her head a soft laugh leaving her. “Can you blame me? You’re the most intelligent and the sweetest guy who’s ever asked me on a date…Do you have any idea how excited I was when you finally asked me out on that first date?”

He shook his head frantically he slowly absorbing the information he stunned by it.

She spoke her hand placing back over his as she spoke. “I have liked you from the moment we met…I know that sounds silly and overly romantic….maybe naive even. I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight, but I knew I was at least crushing when we first met. Then you seemed so nervous around me. You finally asked me on a date and I thought the nervousness would fade, but I could still feel it. I thought you might run away the first time I kissed you, but then you kissed back. I kept kissing you on our dates after that, but I never pushed for it to go further…Like I said I didn’t want to scare you off. I thought I’d let you push for more…I wanted to move at your pace.”

Jimmy groaned a self deprecating laugh leaving his lips. “I move at a snails pace…I thought I was letting you push for more and we were moving at your pace.”

“So we’re both bad at this.” She pointed out making him giggle the realization washing over him.

“We’re both hopeless dorks.” He admitted shaking his head unable to believe it. This entire time he’d been scared of her rejection and it seemed she’d been scared of scaring him away.

They’d both been terrified and totally unaware of it.

She spoke it suddenly hitting her they hadn’t addressed one of his earlier statements. “I don’t want to see anyone else either…and if you saw someone else I’d probably…no I’d definitely be pissed…I’d be so jealous I couldn’t stand it.”

She spoke again before he had a chance to respond to this. “I want you to be my boyfriend. I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Really?” He blurted out a voice in the back of his brain telling him it couldn’t be this simple. 

So rarely in his life were things ever this simple.

“Really.” She responded she leaning up her lips brushing across his.

This kiss was much like the chaste goodnight kisses they’d shared in the past, but it didn’t take long for it to grow more impassioned.

It seemed that the realization that they’d both been waiting to move at the others pace had pushed past some of the shyness.

She couldn’t stop the moan from slipping past her lips as he coaxed her mouth open his tongue sliding along hers as the kiss grew more intense.

She took a chance moving over to straddle his hips the space in the backseat tight. His lips kept pressed hers his hands placing at her hips trying to help keep her situated in his lap in the tight space they were allowed.

She was unable to stop herself from grinding her hips against his as they continued to kiss his hands daring to roam her body over the slip she wore.

He moaned as her lips parted from his she pulling the slip up and over her head leaving her in a revealing pair of undergarments.

Jimmy felt his cheeks flush he working up his nerve to lose his undershirt it her turn to moan at the sight of his bare torso.

Her lips met his again he caressing her body as he returned to rocking her hips against his. He knew the lower region of body was clearly showing her just how much he was enjoying this but any shyness he’d felt over this reaction earlier in the evening was long gone he freely doing his best to rock back against her.

He moaned as she ran her hands through his hair messing it they continuing to grind against one another the cold they’d felt moment ago long forgotten.

He ran his hands along her back underneath her bra caressing her bare skin. She took him by shock as she reached behind her unhooking the clasp Jimmy moaning all the louder as her bare torso was revealed to him.

He stared down at her breasts sure that he was completely brainless. Her lips met his a giggle leaving her lips at his expression. She wasn’t sure if any other guy had ever stared at her body quite like this. He was an equal mix of adorable and lustful. He was by far the sexiest man she’d ever dated. She’d forgotten to add that compliment along with mentioning his intelligence and his sweetness.

She went back to grinding against him they continuing to make out it obvious that they were growing more and more bold the longer they spent kissing and grinding.

He managed to turn them allowing her to rest against the backseat he resting between her thighs he returning to grinding against her. She allowed her hands to trace his spine this change in position just as wonderful as their previous position.

She pressed her lips to his neck nipping at his skin not helping but to like the idea of leaving a mark behind.

She ran her hands down his back she sliding them underneath his boxers unable to stop herself from grasping his backside encouraging him to rock against her a little more enthusiastically.

Jimmy groaned as his lips parted from hers. His body was screaming at him that he wanted this to proceed so badly he could almost cry. He was sure he’d never been so turned on in his entire life.

His heart was screaming a little louder than the lower region of his body though. He stilled his hips his voice frantic his cheeks flushed from more than lust. “I want you so bad right now. You have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” She teased pulling her hands from underneath his boxers tracing his spine.

Jimmy sighed his over-romantic heart screaming so loudly. “You deserve so much more than this. I want this so bad, but I kind of want my first time making love to you to be in a more romantic location…you know one with a bed and better lighting.”

She smiled up at him a little shocked that he was able to see through the haze of lust. He spoke again clearing his throat as he further explained himself. He stumbling through it a bit at the end. “I want to really be able to fully see you and have room to really enjoy you our first time. This backseat business is kind of cramped…and I don’t know about…you know uh, protection. I mean…I’m uh, I’m clean but I uh…and I’m sure you’re clean but you know.”

She chuckled at this comment nodding her head. “Not looking for any unplanned pregnancies.”

He felt his cheeks flush the words leaving him. “No, I mean…I love kids…I want kids…I uh…I’m pretty sure I don’t want to conceive my first child in the backseat of a car though.”

He resisted the urge to bury his face against her neck almost certain he’d made things so awkward. He was talking about concieving future hypothetical kids with her. What if she didn’t want kids? What if she thought he expected kids sometime soon?

His fears died as she spoke a small laugh leaving her. “I love kids too, but I agree…I don’t think this is how I want to make them…If I get pregnant I’d much rather it be in a more romantic location…and I’d like us to wait a little while on that.”

Her own cheeks flushed at this comment she fast to speak again clearing her throat. “As far as safety goes…I’ve got an IUD.”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek fast to speak once again. “I agree though. I’d like our first time to be a bit more roomy than this and better lighting might be nice.”

He let out an soft sigh relieved that he hadn’t made a huge mess of things with his big mouth.

He was beginning to realize that perhaps Y/N didn’t mind his big mouth as much as he feared she might.

She spoke a small teasing smile crossing her lips. “So…would you be opposed to making out? I promise we won’t get too carried away.”

He answered her with a press of his lips to hers the two of them realizing that waiting out this storm was going to be more fun than they’d hoped.

—----------------------

It was warm despite the cold outside. His back hurt a little and it was either from the tight space in the backseat or the fact that the clasp to a seatbelt was digging into his back.

It was hard to feel too uncomfortable with the weight of her on top of him and the feel of her skin along with the warmth under the blanket he’d draped over them the night before.

If this was what it was like to wake up with his girlfriend in his arms then he was ready to sign up for it.

He frowned, his sleep being interrupted by a firm tapping noise.

He struggled to pull himself from sleep as he began to focus on the persistent tapping.

He peeled his eyes open, the sunlight too bright. He’d taken his glasses off and tossed them in the front seat at some point last night so his vision was slightly blurry from more than sleep.

He felt his heart drop as he finally located the source of that persistent tapping.

The highway patrol officer looked less than amused to come across the amorous couple. He was peering at them through the backseat in a way that made Jimmy’s stomach turn.

He spoke his voice gentle, thankful the blanket covered Y/N’s form given that she’d never put her bra on the night before and had remained in a pair of panties. “Hey baby, wake up. Uh…there…there’s an officer here. Don’t panic, okay, I’m going to sit you up and keep you covered with the blanket. I won’t let him see anything.”

Y/N felt her own heart drop at this news, her mind pulling from sleep to a less than pleasant wake up. 

Jimmy kept his promise keeping her covered by the blanket knowing he’d rather expose his boxer clad form than have her body revealed to a total stranger.

He tried to put on a brave face as he sat up gently opening the door the words falling from his lips. “I can explain everything, officer. We got a flat tire and we were trying to keep warm and I have my ID. Just let me get my pants.”

“I’ve called a tow truck. I suggest you two make yourselves decent. Town is a couple of miles from here. The roads are a mess so you two might want to consider getting a motel till this mess clears out. I’m going to let you off with a warning.” The officer was fast to respond he apparently feeling just as awkward about this situation.

Jimmy barely managed to work out a thank you officer as they were finally left alone.

He groaned his head falling back to rest against the seat. “That highway patrol just saw me in my boxers. Oh god, I hope Dr. Mallard doesn't ever find out about this. I can hear him telling me that this behavior is totally unbecoming of a future medical examiner.”

“Dr. Mallard isn’t the one you should worry about. Tony is the one you should be afraid of knowing about this.” She remarked Jimmy feeling himself pale at this statement.

She leaned down finding her clothing as she spoke. “So it sounds like your car might be out of service for a while…or at least the roads might be. I think I heard something about a motel room…you did say something last night about being interested in better lighting and more space to work with. I bet we can find plenty to do while we wait for the roads to clear up.”

Jimmy felt the grin cross his lips, he reaching down to the floorboard fast to find his pants. “I did. I think your boyfriend can find plenty of things to do while we wait for the roads to clear up.”

She spoke giving him knowing smile. “If you can’t then your girlfriend has a few things in mind.”

He felt the smile grow all the more both at the promise and the word. Girlfriend, the word never sounded so beautiful.

#Jimmy Palmer #Not beta read we write and die like men #Jimmy Palmer X Reader #Jimmy Palmer fanfiction #jimmy palmer fanfic #ncis #ncis fanfiction #ncis fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #jimmy palmer smut

[joannanora]

First review I’ve seen in Norwegian so I copied the text in Google translate 😄

You really have to love Céline Dion to put up with this trash.

IN THEATER MAY 12, 2023: I have absolutely nothing against romantic comedies, as long as they are genuinely fresh, sweet and funny.

"Love Again" is neither, but leans on tired clichés, chemistry-less leads and a silly story that will cause frequent rolling of the eyes.

In addition, it cultivates Céline Dion, the Canadian superstar who both plays herself and is one of the film's producers. If you are one of Dion's followers, and are deeply moved by her songs and lyrics, it can be thought that "Love Again" has its mission, because it is shaped by the same reading.

If, on the other hand, you find her music intolerable, this will feel like torture, because the film is like a Greatest Hits cavalcade of it. She even mentions the Eurovision Song Contest, which she won for Switzerland in 1988, which perhaps explains the film's strategic release date the day before this year's final?

"Love Again" has no ironic distance from either the genre or the music, and maintains such a low quality that it is difficult to see what this has to do with cinema. You really have to love Céline Dion to put up with this moth.

Sending text messages to deceased boyfriend

The premise of the story could have been used for something halfway interesting. The children's book author Mira (Priyanka Chopra Jonas) witnesses the death of her boyfriend John on the streets of New York - in a scene with a comically bad presentation of the shock.

Two years later, she starts texting him in an attempt to process her grief and loss. Little does she know that everything is being read by music journalist Rob (Sam Heughan), who has unknowingly taken over John's old number on his new work phone at The New York Chronicle newspaper.

He does not respond to these messages, but becomes obsessed with finding out who the mysterious sender really is. But he doesn't think to look up the number or call it from another phone. Not much for a journalist, that is.

That their paths nevertheless cross is hardly a revelation, but he remains silent about having received and read the messages, which according to the recipe creates the conditions for a small twist in the thread.

At the same time, he has been tasked with writing a large article about Céline Dion, who will embark on her first US tour in 10 years. And then, incredibly, it will turn out that she would much rather help the journalist with his private love life than promote herself, which seriously lowers the film's credibility into the deepest abyss.

Stiff-legged romance and predictable complications

The best thing I can say about "Love Again" is that it is filmed with beautiful people in an urban setting.

Indian Priyanka Chopra Jonas ("Quantico", "Baywatch", "Citadel") and Scottish Sam Heughan ("Outlander", "The Spy Who Dumped Me", "Bloodshot") seem like sympathetic actors.

Unfortunately, they have little chemistry and are unable to play their way out of the script's horribly stiff romance, which is as unconvincing as the thinnest and assembly line-produced weekly short story.

Director Jim Strouse ("The Incredible Jessica James") is also behind the script, or was it written by ChatGPT? It has so many generic "qualities" that one can be fooled.

He throws his characters into several predictable entanglements that could have been playfully prevented, so that the artificial moments of tension maintain a very low temperature.

The scene that gets the most chuckles (which means "a little") is a Tinder date where Priyanka Chopra Jonas as Mira meets the sleazy hottie Joel, because he is played by her real-life husband Nick Jonas.

Smeared with sugar and syrup

And then there's Céline Dion, then. You have to respect what she has achieved in her genre, but she is definitely not a good actress.

Even when she speaks seemingly candidly about missing her great love, the manager René Angélil, who died in 2016, it seems as flat and fake as her unnatural interest in the music journalist's private life.

At one point, she also gives Mira, who is a writer and illustrator of cute children's books, the task of designing her new tour posters. Hello? In what world would we have believed this? We never get to see the result, but are left with the impression that the film's raison d'etre is to promote Dion's generosity and warmth of heart.

Sure, I know this is supposed to be a romantic fantasy, which doesn't necessarily have to follow normal standards of quality, but gods know why Dion thought this would be career-boosting.

Devoted fans, excuse me, but "Love Again" is like the most excruciating, sugar and syrup-smeared 1980s power ballad imaginable, only it lasts 1 hour and 44 minutes.

One star might seem a bit harsh, but if the entire grading scale is ever to be used, it must be for films like this.

#sam heughan #love again #celine dion #priyanka chopra

[screaming--agony]

You bring out the worst in me. I’ve been pretty quiet on a lot, I don’t really like drama but I’m wholeheartedly tired of hearing you play the victim when you won’t take any accountability for anything you said or did. You speak so highly of yourself during a period of time and talk so low and disrespectful to the other person. You twist the truth to fit your narrative and self-sabotage. You keep saying other people cheated and used you. I believe you have a guilty conscience. I was there for you during your dark times, but you gaslit me into mine. I came to you sobbing and all you said was to go cut myself. You never bothered to talk to me or read anything I said, you made jokes and belittled me. I tried so hard to be enough for you but you strayed off to someone else and cheated. I didn’t know about it until recently. Or I wouldn’t have stayed in contact, to be there for you, to give you advice on your relationship that you sucked me into. I wouldn’t have continued to listen. I wouldn’t have let you play me like a fiddle. You act like a Saint and as if you did nothing wrong. But you don’t share the other side, the side where you were toxic. People tried to open doors for you but you didn’t walk through them, you just lit fires at the entrance. You can’t disrespect and belittle your partner and wonder why they closed your door. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you. But things for you aren’t going to change unless you take accountability for your words and actions. Healing is accepting and you don’t accept. You don’t move on. You would probably have a positive mindset if you stopped self-sabotaging. You made me realize a lot in our fallout. I deserve to be heard. I deserve to be understood. I deserve loyalty. You weren’t cheated on. No matter how much you try to spin the facts, you had a loyal partner. Who is now happy in their life, trying to move on. You sucked me into your relationship for so long, I saw everything. Every misunderstanding, every word shared, every heated argument. All of it. I witnessed everything. I could have been your couples therapist. And you try to spin it all even when there’s facts “receipts” to counter your lies and false beliefs. You aren’t a victim. Everything you portray others to be, is what you are. It’s who you are. It isn’t okay to treat a human like they are less than dirt. It’s never okay to tell someone to cut themselves or go die. It’s never okay to call someone hateful names during an argument or take low blow jabs with information you were told in private to use it against them. I always hoped that you would be the positive person I thought you could be but you keep showing me that you won’t ever change. You won’t ever have self-reflection or healing unless you accept it all. I’m not saying you are a bad person, you do have good qualities and there’s moments where there is positivity. But your lies. Your victim act of being cheated on and used and lied to. You did it all, willingly and repeatedly. You never admit your wrongs. I never cheated on you. I loved you unconditionally. I put your wants first and put mine on the back burner. I never tried so hard to make things work. No relationship is perfect. But I deserve better. And I found a better influence. No cheating involved. Time passed and simple communication happened. I found a person who is understanding and wants to understand when things aren’t clear. I found a person who doesn’t make me feel like I want to die. I found a person who doesn’t make me feel like a burden when my anxiety is high, they are there for me and reminding me to breathe. I know all the stories you spin are lies because you threw me into your relationship when things were rocky. I know if you took accountability for yourself, maybe you could finally heal instead of dwelling and entertaining thoughts that aren’t real. You said to stay out of your life which I would love nothing more but you keep popping into mine. So maybe stay out of my life? Respectively fuck off.

#heart vs mind #time to move on #toxic relationships #i was there for you when no one else was #you treat me like trash #belittling doesn’t make you a good person #stop popping into my life and move on #i have nothing left to say #idc if this sounds mean #leave me alone #i deserve better #you drain the life out of my soul

[gtraccoon]

part 5

honestly i didn’t think i’d be able to post this but i got free hotel wifi so here you go. apologies for it being shorter than usual. this is kinda just a snippet and i wanted to get something out for fun. this story has way more fluff than usual too because of a request from @sodastrain (very talented creative person) and because i’ve been writing angst and wanted something to counter that. hope you enjoy and please ignore any typos i was doing this in the car on 2 hours of sleep

wanted to write them being mature because even though they’re put in a pretty shit situation they’re still kids and having a tiny friend gives oppritunity for fun

Stan sat up, rubbing his eyes and letting them adjust to the light. He glanced over the corner of the bed, leaning forward to see the ground.

“Kyle?” He asked, quietly. Kyle was searching through his closet. He almost considered hopping down before he remembered how far from the floor he really was. Kyle tilted his head slightly, before looking back in his closet.

“Hold on.” He said, pulling out something in his hand. Stan squinted, but still couldn’t see what it was from the distance. He watched as he dropped 2 figures onto the bed, both bright in color. He looked up at Kyle, who seemed really proud of himself. Stan grabbed the hand of one of the figures, a green one, and pulled it up. He didn’t recognize it, but it seemed high quality. He struggled to hold it up due to the weight of the plastic. A thought lingered, and started to bother him.

He used to be able to hold this in his hand, with no effort. But now he was using his full strength to pull it off of the bed. Normally he wouldn’t care if people help him, or do things for him, but now all he wanted was was to be independent. He was snapped back to reality when Kyle lifted up the other figure.

He pushed up it’s arm, shoving Stan in the arm. Lightly, but enough to make him notice. In one of the arms, it held a green stick, and in the other, a red one.

“You need to prove your worthiness as a warrior by fighting me. And winning!” Kyle spoke for the doll, and Stan hesitantly grabbed the red stick. It fit nicely in his hand. The doll was slightly smaller than him, maybe a head shorter, which kind of reassured him. He smiled slightly, pulling back his weapon and striking the figure in the side.

“Oh noooooo!” Kyle said, his voice low, making it fall over. After a few seconds, Stan went in to hit it again, but it stood up. “I’m not going down that easily.” He said, lightly hitting Stan on the shoulder. Stan paused, bursting into laughter.

“Haha! You are weaker than I thought!” He exclaimed, hitting the doll in the head. Kyle let go, the doll falling off the edge of the bed. Kyle looked at Stan, who seemed already out of breath.

“Hey! I think his friends are coming. You gotta get out of here.”

“How?” Stan asked, feigning fear.

“Getaway vehicle.” Kyle said, grabbing a red truck toy from the ground. Stan hopped in face first, and Kyle tried to hide his excitement. Stan trusted him. He didn’t hesitate.

Lifting the vehicle off the bed, he held it out at arms length. Stan pressed his hands against the car door, he raised an eyebrow.

“How come the car’s flying?” He asked, and Kyle rolled his eyes.

“Because it’s a flying car, obviously.” He tipped it over, letting Stan fall on the pillow.

“Because you have questioned the car’s authority you are left to die with the soldiers who have come for revenge.” He smiled. Stan fell backward, exhaling and dropping his stick.

“Dude, that was only a few minutes and I’m already beat. I didnt think it’d be so tiring.” He muttered. Kyle sat next to him on the bed, glancing down at him. “But thanks for trying to make me feel better.”

“Anything. I mean, I kinda made you lose. So I don’t know why you’d be grateful.” He said, and Stan giggled.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind losing to you. Besides, I’ll get my revenge when I’m back to normal.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

“Hopefully that’s soon.” Kyle muttered, cleaning up the figures. After a few moments, he frowned. “I feel like I shouldn’t have said that to Kenny. I mean, he took you, but he was just curious. But then again..”

“That curiosity could get me killed.” Stan finished his sentence. “I mean, maybe we should talk to him, at least before tomorrow.” Kyle sat back on the bed, leaning against the frame.

“If you think that’s a good idea.” Kyle said, seeming uncomfortable with the thought of that.

“Kenny wouldn’t hurt me.” He said, more confidence in his voice than he was actually feeling. Kyle didn’t have a choice—he wanted to do anything to make Stan feel better—at least as good as you could feel in a situation like this. He just hoped it wouldn’t end badly, because if it did, he knew he’d never be able to forgive himself. But it’s something he had to do now, right? So he grabbed his coat, his hat—and Stan before leaving.

DONT be scared to give constructive criticism. don’t say “ur story sucks”, maybe just a “this is what you could fix” or “this is what you did well”. i’m always looking to improve and make more ppl happy. anyway i hope u enjoyed

#g/t #south park g/t #giant/tiny #south park #short story #writing