The Game Cube can be hit with a sledgehammer and work just fine. The Nintendo DS was specifically designed to be able to survive a 1.5 meter (five foot) drop onto solid concrete without breaking, and one of the company’s bigwigs wouldn’t let it go past the design phase until the design team could guarantee it could survive the drop at least 10 times. In fact, Nintendo products have such a reputation for being impossible to break through normal means that they spawned the term “Nintendium”—an all-purpose phrase given to pieces of technology that survive extreme punishment. For example, take the Gulf War Game Boy, an original Game Boy console that survived having a freaking bomb dropped on it.
Nintendo never advertises their products as being durable, they don’t brag about their Game Boys being bomb-proof or their consoles being tough enough to survive being hit by a car. They just expect their customers to be human and include features to prepare for that humanity. While other companies decide that they’re nice by including a cover to protect the screen of the $600 phone you just bought in case you drop it, Nintendo just builds a device that can survive being dropped in the first place and doesn’t make a big deal about it. Because that’s how a real company does business.
One afternoon, Stephen Colbert came in to the office. His show was about to premiere so he hadn’t spent much time in our studio. As he walked past me at my cubicle, he stopped and said, “You’re a new face, what’s your name?” I didn’t know what to really say, so I replied, “Oh, I’m just an intern.”
Colbert looked at me a moment and then said: “Just an intern? Hey, look, everybody starts somewhere. I was just an understudy at one point, but that’s just a point in time. It’s not about where you are now, or even where you hope to go, it’s who you are that matters. I’m Stephen, who are you?” I introduced myself and we shook hands. “Don’t let your place in the world dictate who you are to anyone. We all have the same merit.” Then he was gone, but his words lingered.
“I know,” she whispered back. Neither of them bothered actually undressing the other, just moving enough fabric to allow them to slide together. She took him in her hand, stroking, body burning for him, and guided him into her.
Keening happily as their hips brushed together, he lost himself in her eyes briefly, before glancing down and watching as their hips moved together and he ever so slowly began to push inside her. “O-oh, Summer,” he sighed against her neck, groaning as he framed her face in his hands.
She cried out his name, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. For every thrust she rose to meet him, equally wrapping her legs around his hips. Dipping her head, she sought his mouth fiercely.
Summer jerked, not away but a whole body twitch against Isaac, and made an incoherent, affirmative sort of sound. “I th-think if you don’t stop what you’re doing now I’ll already be seeing stars … ?” he stammered.
“Maybe I want it to happen more than once,” he stated simply and licked across the faint indents in his neck, curling and twisting his fist as he sped up his strokes, their eyes locking in the mirror. “Mmmm, I love making you feel good, Summer.”
The redhead managed to smile, slyly, and reached behind to run one hand into Isaac’s curls. “Let me — mmmh — share that with you.” He shifted against the werewolf and passed the feelings and sensations back into him.
Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
She arched again and again, trying to press herself into that hand more deeply. She could hardly even concentrate on kissing him back, gripping his shoulders as hard as she could. Moremoremore.
Summer wasn’t able to get much kissing so Derek moved to mouth and suck at her neck as she gripped at him. He sped up his hand, keeping it gentle but going deep and slow as his two fingers could manage and finally letting his thumb brush over her clit.
She shaped his name, though no sound came, much as she wanted it to. She had no idea what he’d found, but it shot sparks through her body, and she felt like she might explode.
And then she did.
Everything whited out for a second, and she squeezed her eyes shut, fingers closing and flexing against Derek’s skin. She shuddered in his hands.
Klaus chucked quietly, sneaking up and gently kissing her on the neck, ❝ —— Got ya!❞
Summer jerked and yelped. “Am I sitting under mistletoe or something? What the hell, Klaus?” She firmly ignored the usual physical sensations from being kissed there, and narrowed her eyes at him.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
‘you are very tall. does everyone in pack turn into wolf?’ She looked him over, the way his legs stretched out across the floor while her feet dangled. Derek’s wolf was black like his hair; was Isaac’s wolf dark blond like his? The stuff in the kitchen smelled really good, too.
“Not everyone. I’ve been training with Derek to be able to do so and be able to control it. Some can, some can’t, some just take a while to learn,” he said with a small shrug. He kept his eyes on the space ahead of them so she didn’t feel watched or observed. His nose would flare every now and again. He loved Derek’s cooking. “So what about you, where did you two meet?”
Summer swung her feet before writing, ‘he saved me from the hunter. in the forest this morning’. She hesitated before showing it to him, shoulders tense.
“A preoder of Batman: Arkham Knight. Triple chocolate brownies with andes mint chunks. A necklace with an amethyst stone.”
“Well, you said Secret Santa, so I wasn’t sure. Christmas is a time of teasing, so, you know.” She picked up a brownie and sniffed deeply, eyes closed and with an expression of bliss. Biting into it, she chewed slowly, making little noises of enjoyment. “If I was going out with you instead of Isaac, I would kiss you so hard right now … ” And then she filled her mouth again.
Stiles rolled his eyes as she took a bite of the brownie. “I don’t joke around about brownies, Summer. They’re sacred,” he announced, grabbing one. “Yeah. I think we know how well that worked out for us anyway,” he said, smiling.
“Totally sacred,” she said through a mouthful of brownie. Narrowing her eyes, she looked over Stiles, imagining him with his shirt off, then burst out giggling. “Yeah, not so much with the working.”
Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Come with me to the bedroom so we can have some fun,” Skylar said to his new pet.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. Dropping to her knees, she waited for him to lead the way.
