#<- only other recording from this show on the channel was never gonna give you up

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hey look at this insanely old video of spg i just found pretty cool (vintage rabbit since its like. literally 2008)

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Glazed and Confused

Pairing: Lando Norris x Potter!Youtuber!reader

Summary: when lando fails to make a simple mug, fans direct him towards your YouTube channel

a/n: I took 1 hr long class on pottery and quit. Don’t like the feel of it, have mostly forgot literally everything about it so…🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n 2: I really struggled to get lando’s voice down and don’t really think I did. Oops 😬 will work on that for next time (also plz ignore that changing of the handles. I try to keep them accurate but again I’m not on those social media platforms so…)

a/n 3: I tried to make sure that this reader was never gendered or given a race — there’s one photo near the end that depicts 2 white smaller hands but I think that is the only time. Please let me know how I did, if you could

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pottermadeeasy: my newest video (mugs and bowls, pt 2) is now up! In it I show you ways to add a little flourish and decorations to the pieces you made from part 1!

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user1: thank you your majesty! Easy to understand and so so easy to follow!! (unlike my professor 🙄😬)

user2: right? If they either stopped mumbling or spoke up…

user1: might be asking too much of someone born in the 1800s 😭🙄

user2: unfortunately

user3: god your work is so gorgeous. Do you sell anything?

potterynadeeasy: occasionally! I’m based in Monaco rn and a friend owns a shop and sometimes they let me use a shelf or 2

user4: ohh! I’m in France. Plz plz plz make an announcement when you will next have some ready! I’d love to own a piece

potterynadeeasy: of course lovely 😊 vague plans are to have some ready in the next week or 2!

user4: seriously?!? Marking the calendar right now!

user3: you have no idea how jealous I am right now…

potterynadeeasy: dm me! I might be able to ship it to you depending on where you are!

user3: faints bless you

user5: landonorris here! They might be able to help you

user6: be so for real right now. It’ll take a miracle to help landonorris

user7: I hate to be a negative nancy but…yeah. That latest stream was bad bad landonorris

user8: I dont even know…that clay flew… landonorris

user9: would hate to be his cleaner…

lnupdates

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lnupdates: some of our favorite moments from Lando’s latest stream where he was attempting to make a ceramic mug…bowl? It was certainly an interesting one to watch

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user5: interesting is one way to put it. Tragic is another

user6: no but really…that was. I legit have no words

user7: he needs to watch potterymadeeasy! I love their videos

user8: oh? I haven’t heard of them

user7: they’re a Monaco based potter that has a lot of simple how to videos!

user8: just watched one of them! And god their voice…🥵

user7: oh my god right?!?

user5: but are they gonna be enough to help lando?

user7: well they certainly couldn’t make it any worse tbh

user9: you got this lando! Pottery isn’t something easy to pick up - you just gotta keep trying!

user10: yeah! There was definitely some improvement by the end

Twitter

Private DMs

landonorris

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landonorris: progress! these ones were mostly standing. I’m not done yet though - catch me tomorrow night giving it another go

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user11: those looked good! Most definitely an improvement!

user12: he’s almost there! It’s literally just the little things now

user13: oh how far we’ve come! In less then a year he’s gone from flying clay to something that could generously be called a bowl

user14: and an “artistic” vase!

oscarpiastri: definitely better then last time

landonorris: mate…

oscarpiastri: you don’t pay your cleaner enough

landonorris: mate!! get out of my comments

charles_leclerc: keep trying! Maybe one day you’ll get there

landonorris: yeah say goodbye to your Christmas present

charles_leclerc: 👎🏻

alex_albon: will be there! And will definitely be recording - gotta have proof 😂

landonorris: is it national bully lando day here or something?

user15: yes

user16: yes

oscarpiastri: yes

charles_leclerc: yes 👍🏻

georgerussell63: yes

alex_albon: yes!!

maxverstappen1: yes

danielricciardo: yes!

carlossainz55: yes!

landonorris: you freaking muppets!

user17: ok but am I the only one who noticed he kept looking to the side and like beaming?

user18: no but I thought I was going insane? Like he was so soft?

user17: yeah! definitely getting the feeling he wasn’t the only one there. Just who are you looking at?

user18: dare we say little lando norris has a partner now?

landonorris

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landonorris: haha! I did kt! A mug a vase and a bowl!! On to the next step - glazing! And you muppets didn’t think I could do it

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user19: woohoo! Congrats lando! Those look so so good!

user20: and those glazes are gonna be fire when they’re done. I use the same brand and colors he did and they turn out AMAZING

user19: ok don’t be shy drop the names plz

potterymadeeasy: those look great!

landonorris: thank you! Had a great teacher 😉

user21: ariana (potterymadeeasy) what are you doing here?

user22: thoughts are being thunk

user23: unthunk those thoughts right now

user22: sorry…thots are being thunk rn

user23: nurse she’s out again!

user21: really? Under my comment thread?

user24: I’ve connected the dots.

user25: you’ve connected shit

user24: no I’ve connected them

user25: god get a life

charles_leclerc: congrats!

carlossainz55: it only took a few months…

alex_albon: a couple of different throwing wheels

georgerussell63: and 3 different cleaning companies

landonorris: I’m gonna run you all over with my car

mclaren: legally this is a joke

landonorris

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landonorris: first round of my ceramics are currently cooking in the kiln. Starting a new batch and stretching my creative skills

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user26: holy shit those look INCREDIBLE

user27: I’m so shocked! I just started watching the old streams so like in the course of a day he went from wet clay lumps to these masterpieces

user28: I’m so so proud of him - I’m currently trying to get into pottery and ceramics and watching him keep at it is so inspiring

user26: user28 you can do it! Persistence is key

oscarpiastri: man thinks he’s Picasso now…but for real congrats lando. Those look good! And functional too

landonorris: I’m only gonna give you the lumpy ones actually

oscarpiastri: I’m good thanks

landonorris: 🙃

oscarpiastri: honestly proud of you. You’ve come a long way

landonorris: thanks mate!

oscarpiastri: I’m also glad you can stop calling me crying about your latest fuck up

landonorris: you muppet!

danielricciardo: too soon to call dibs on that dragonfly mug?

landonorris: after the way you continuously kept laughing at me?

danielricciardo: in encouragement?

landonorris: 😑

danielricciardo: 🥹🧡?

landonorris: fine 🙄

user29: ok yeah good job on those designs and whatever but are we gonna mention those HEART MUGS?!

landonorris: 😂🧡😉

user29: get back here and answer some questions! What? Does? That? Mean?

landonorris: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user29: SIR!

maxverstappen1: i see you’re finished making my present but really? Matching heart mugs?

landonorris: not actually for you!

maxverstappen1: heart❤️ been broke💔🤕 so many times⏰ i don’t know❌🤷‍♀️ what to believe 🍃🙏

landonorris: …who are you and where is max?

maxverstappen1: I thought what we had was special

landonorris: not my favorite relationship anymore! Sorry 🧡

maxverstappen1: 💔

potterymadeeasy: those look good!

landonorris: I had a good teacher 🧡

potterymadeeasy: flatterer

landonorris: always 😉

User22: !!!

User23: shut up shut up shut up

landonorris

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landonorris: kiln unveiling and some upcoming projects!

listen. when I randomly decided that I wanted to learn how to make ceramic dishes, it was mostly because I wanted to make something with my own 2 hands — and when I wasn’t immediately good at it, I decided that I wouldn’t stop until I was.

Its been a long couple of months with a lot of struggles but I can finally say that I’m proud of how far I’ve come. It hasn’t been easy but the journey and the process has been fun and i genuinely can’t wait to see what comes next!

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user30: I’m? Crying? 😭

user31: omg same!!! To see how far he’s come and to hear that he’s finally proud of himself too…

user32: we’re excited for you too!

user33: excited? For what? Some more mediocre “Art” by some mediocre man?

user32: go fuck yourself. And get out of my comments. And off lando’s page

used34: user33 how about you go get some sun and maybe shove some kindness up yours! 🖕

oscarpiastri: seriously, congratulations. Those look incredible

landonorris: thanks mate! I do appreciate your support

oscarpiastri: and my cupboards appreciate your work

user34: 🩵🩵 ahhh he’s giving away his pieces

alex_albon: it’s been a fun ride watching you!

landonorris: thanks i think

alex_albon: no problem!

alex_albon: and could you send me the name of your newest cleaning crew? They most be ungodly good

landonorris: and there it is… cleaningcrew

alex_albon: anyway i could get a series of mugs inspired by albon_pets?

landonorris: I’ll need a lot of pretty good pictures

alex_albon: on it 🫡

landonorris: in fact I might need to visit in person

albon_pets: yay! We love ❤️ getting visitors

user35: UMMM?!? That 5th photo?!?

user36: IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH? DOES LITTLE LANDO NORRIS FINALLY HAVE A PARTNER AGAIN?!?

landonorris: 🫢🤫

user36: YOU CANT KEEP GETTJNG AWAY WITH THIS

landonorris: 😂🏃🏻‍♂️💨

yourpriv: my love, I’m so proud of you! Putting yourself out there in the world to learn something new is never easy but you have done it with amazing persistence and talent.

landopriv: babe… you know I couldn’t do it without you

yourpriv: oh I have no doubt you would have gotten here on your own

landopriv: no. No i don’t think I would have. I’m a fast guy and I’m used to fast results. When I reached out to you, it was a last resort last string. If it didn’t work out with your help, I was honestly going to quit. You pushed me to get better, to stick with it till I made it.

yourpriv: 🥹🥹🥹

landopriv: I’m serious. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me — i love you 🧡

yourpriv: 🥹🥰🧡 I love you too hun

maxverstappen1: can’t lie — it was a fun ride watching you fail but I also can’t wait to see what you make next

landonorris: …thanks for your support 😑🙄😅

maxverstappen1: you know it!

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landonorris: no time for a soft launch. Thank you honey for teaching me pottery and for designing such a bomb ass helmet!

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potterymadeeasy: Lando! We had a plan!

landonorris: 🤷🏻‍♂️

landonorris: love ya!

potterymadeeasy:…love you too!

[hellsenthero]

Kinktober Day 2: Sexting

Joel Miller X Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

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Joel's phone buzzes with your text.

'I'm bored. Are you still at work?'

'Yeah baby,' Joel's quick to respond. 'Another hour or so.'

'I miss you :('

'Poor baby.'

Three little dots pop up before another message comes in. 'A lot.' 'Like, a lottttttttt. Don't you miss me?' Joel smiles down at your needy little text.

'Oh my poor girl, I'll be home soon. I miss you too. Xx.'

Three bubbles pop up on the screen before your texts comes through a moment later. 'Wanna know something?'

'Yes '

'I'm all wet thinking about you.'

Oh, Joel thinks to himself. If only he could leave work right now.

'Of course you are, you little slut. Better wait for me to come home.'

'What do I do while I wait?' You ask. Joel's about to write back before you send another text. 'I'm wet and it needs to be taken care of. I need to be taken care of.'

Joel gets up from his seat and makes his way to the staff washroom. He locks the door behind him, already knowing where these texts will lead him. 'Show me.' He writes.

It's a few minutes before an image pops up on the screen. A photo of your fingers curling up inside your tight channel. He knows it's really you and not just some picture of the internet because he can see the gleam of the ring he gave you on your finger.

'Such a slut for me.'

'Always. Did I make you hard?'

Joel chuckles to himself as he unbuckles his jeans and fists his cock out. 'Yeah baby.'

'Show me.'

Joel pumps his cock in his fist a few times before stopping and aiming his camera at his dick. Until he met you, he never thought he'd be the type to sext a woman.

'So fucking perfect.'

'My hand doesn't feel as good as yours. And it's nothing compared to that fucking mouth of yours.'

'I bet you wish I was drooling on it right now. Huh?'

'Oh baby, you have no idea.'

'Film yourself.'

It's a bold request, order, more like it. But, Joel follows through. Spitting on his hand he rubs his cock, thumbing his head before making his way down again. He has half the mind to actually make sure his phone is recording, the other half is caught up in pleasure. All he can think of as he fucks himself is you. He stops earlier than he wants to, but he knows his phone can't send videos that are too long.

'Fuck.' You reply. 'I wish I was bouncing on your dick right now, daddy.'

'You want everyone at my work to know what a whore you are? Are you gonna be quiet or you gonna scream my name?'

'I'll fucking scream your name. Do it till I come all over your fat cock.'

'I'd make you bounce on my dick in front of all my coworkers. Show them the perfect fucking slut I have. Give them all a show to think about while the go home and fist their cocks.'

'They would be so jealous.'

The words are nearly a blur on the screen at Joel fucks himself. 'Gonna come.' He types out quickly.

'Do it in your pants, baby. Wanna clean you up when you get home. Make your pants wet, so you're left thinking about me for the rest of your shift.'

Joels quick to read your text and even quicker to set him phone down and aim his dick inside his boxers and he spurts out come all over of them. His breathing is heavy and he knows that if anyone's outside waiting to come in, they no doubt know what he's doing right now.

Joel takes a moment to calm hus racing heart before grabbing his phone and taking a photo of the mess he's made of himself. 'You better clean this up when I get home.' He writes with it before sending it off.

'Oh,' you reply. 'You know I will.'

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of fics where at least one of the main characters has trust issues as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

🌊 Love After the End of the World by @mercurial-madhouse

(E, 162k, dystopian) When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.

🌊 Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere

(E, 124k, omegaverse) “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

🌊 And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 109k, famous/not famous) For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him? For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart? And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

🌊 Say Something by @kingsofeverything

(E, 105k, age difference) At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. It’s the only use he has for an Alpha in his life.

🌊 Emperor's New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 92k, famous/not famous) Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

🌊 One More Taste of Your Lips by @canadianlarrie, MsHydeStylinson / @mizzhydes

(E, 80k, canon) It had been eight years since the hiatus began, and Louis had spent that time writing and recording music, touring and making it safely through the pandemic. When the opportunity arose to go back on tour with One Direction, Louis knew he'd be a fool not to take it. 

🌊 I Walk the Line by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites

(E, 55k, uni) Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field. Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant. Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.

🌊 where the lights are beautiful (series) by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou

(E, 48k, omegaverse)  the accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

🌊 To Be Loved and To Be In Love by RealName

(M, 34k, First Dates au) Louis Tomlinson is a thirty-year-old divorcee whose friends have signed him up for the Channel 4 show First Dates. Harry Styles is a twenty-eight-year-old lawyer who has never been in a long-term relationship.

🌊 Compass to my Soul by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 31k, omegaverse) Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

🌊 A Road To Something Better by @taggiecb

(E, 25k, small town) Louis Tomlinson, famous romance novelist, has just had the rug pulled out from under his feet when his boyfriend leaves him without notice. What's the most appropriate response to this? Move a thousand miles away and seclude himself in a tiny lake town, of course. 

🌊 I Don't Wanna Fall Asleep by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(NR, 23k, exes) AU where Harry has trouble sleeping unless he’s wrapped in Louis’ arms. Louis left him 4 years ago.

🌊 let your lights shine by hazkaban

(M, 22k, football) AU where Louis is a faded professional footballer (soccer player) whose career is nearly ruined by an injury. Harry's his physiotherapist.

🌊  Might’ve Took The Long Way by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(M, 21k, exes to lovers) Now Harry is back in town, and no matter how many times Louis tells himself they can’t be together, they keep falling right back into each other.

🌊 He Was a Different League (When I Was Nothing Much) by @afangirlfantasy

(NR, 21k, Marcel) an AU where finding that 'someone new' actually leads to finding that 'someone old,' and Marcel is painfully oblivious.

🌊 A Small Matter (A Matter of Trust) by @kingsofeverything

(E, 18k, tiny penis fic) Harry knows he and his Grindr hookup would be perfect together, if only he could convince him to give a relationship a chance.

🌊 Once The Dark Divides by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(E, 14k, bdsm) Louis finds out his childhood best friend is a Dom and somehow convinces him it's a good idea to learn about the world of kink with a hands on lesson

🌊 A Silver Lining In A Storm (You Were Lightning, I Was Born) by @fallinglikethis

(E, 6k, omegaverse) after the death of his first fiancé, a man who turned out far worse than Harry thought possible, his subsequent marriage to the man's brother leaves Harry finding it difficult to trust that everything will work out.

- Rare Pairs -

🌊 Bloom by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 28k, Louis/Liam) In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

🌊 One by @allwaswell16

(E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby) When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

🌊 When We Hold On (To the Past) by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn could drop the subject and keep fucking him, keep the strings from getting attached, pretend that they weren’t getting closer than Louis was comfortable with. Or Zayn could choose the opposite path—which he did.

[sleepanonymous]

i saw in a passing comment somewhere, i believe it was on a video of iv’s vocals in rain, someone said he previously did harsh vocals in another band and my brain.. oof. if that is indeed true i wish there was a way to listen to them without things being spoiled. but for right now if the closest we get to appreciating his growls are from rain, vore and tmbte we are blessed. and the antIVist performance, never forget 🙏🏻 that one altered my brain chemistry in the best way

I’m feeling ballsy today, I guess, so I’m gonna answer this one. Under the cut though, so people can scroll past if they wish 🖤

Okay Anon, ty for bringing this up because I’ve wanted to talk about this forever. It’s likely, of all the band's he's been part of, that the comment you saw was talking about an EP IV made with a total of five members from two other bands, one being Wilderness. (UK) and the other being another band that IV was a tech/guitarist for.

This group called themselves Mourn, and IV was the vocalist. They unfortunately only released four songs on an EP titled The Next Life. Mourn’s genre was metalcore, and they described themselves as delivering “a powerful sonic experience of crushing instrumentals, vicious vocals and relentless energy.” The lyrics have a heavily religious undertone, backed by the The Next Life’s artwork being a distorted rendition of the Annibale Carracci painting Christ Crowned with Thorns.

It’s unclear exactly who wrote what for Mourn, as all five members are listed as composers. There are also no credits to a producer, so the EP may have been produced by one or multiple band members as well. In Wilderness. (UK), Mourn’s bassist is credited as the lyricists, and Mourn’s drummer is credited as the recording, mixing, and mastering engineer. In a playthru video on the band’s YouTube channel, IV is the lead vocalist and he is backed up by the bassist (he’s definitely been working on breath control and stamina, compared to some recent videos of his screams in Rain). I was thinking about taking the Full Band playthrough on YouTube and editing IV out, but I have no energy for that 😅 I do have the ripped MP3 in the Lost Media folder, if you want to give it a listen.

The Next Life EP was released September 3, 2021, just a few weeks before TPWBYT. The band was only set to have played one live show, in February of 2022 supporting Decapitated, but it’s possible the band dropped out or the show itself was canceled. All I could find online for the date were some news articles/Facebook posts from the announcement but no photos or videos from the actual concert for any band listed on the bill.

It's theorized by fans that this band dissolved after IV left to focus solely on Sleep Token, but I’m not entirely sure that’s the case, or the sole reason. The first tour Sleep Token did in 2022 began in August, and the last tour they did ended in November 2021, so it’s not exactly like IV would have been incapable of performing with both bands. It wouldn’t be the only instance of one of the members of Sleep Token performing in multiple projects at one time.

I’m not confident enough to upload the music onto Tumblr, but I’ll happily share the band name and YouTube/Spotify links with anyone who asks. I ended up compiling the lyrics to the four songs on the EP in a Google Doc a while back for a fan who wanted to avoid IV’s name (since his name and face are plastered onto this band). Also, there were two posts from last month (? maybe September) that brought this band up, and I’m pretty certain they both had audio attached. Unfortunately, I could only find @kaddyssammlung's post for one song, and its the studio version of the same song I added to the Lost Media folder.

If anyone can direct me to the second post, please do so and I will link it here 🖤

I’ll leave you with this gem of a photograph from the band’s Facebook page. Man loves his hoodies and sneakers istg.

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression Ep 20 - Shopping in Shimokitazawa

(Long post - Kaoru showing his fashion preferences, and buying a new item)

K: Hi, this is The Freedom of Expression, I'm Kaoru from Dir en grey.

J: And I'm Joe Yokomizo.

K: Its so hot!!

J: Agh, yes! Its almost pointless saying it at this stage, but we still can't help it.

K: Why has it been so hot recently??

J: I don't know, but its the first thing you wanna say, right?

K: Isn't it always super hot whenever we film on location?

J: Haha, yes, but at least its not raining.

K: Well, yeah.

J: A lot of typoons come in this season, so we are lucky to get a sunny day in that sense. But actually, I was gonna say, there is something slightly different about today...someone is missing. Isn't it strange?

K: Huh? Whats going on?

J: Well, we are here in Shimokitazawa this morning...

K: Yeah, its kinda early, right?

J: Yeah...well, its early for us.

K: Haha

J: But Tasai didn't turn up at the meeting time. He is usually always on time, right?

K: He is usually early.

J: Yeah, he is always the first to arrive, isn't he? So I thought it was a bit strange for him not to be here, so I called him, but he didn't answer. If he was on his way, he'd answer, right? So I thought, Huh??, and tried calling him again. Eventually he answered, and he was like, 'Joe, whats wrong, why are you calling me at this time in the morning?'

K: Haha

J: 'Nevermind "whats wrong"! We are filming on location today!!', and he was like, 'Oh my god , oh my god!! I'll come now!'

K: Haha

J: He was really panicking.

K: So, he's still coming even though we started filming already?

J: Yep, hopefully. I don't want to give away too much personal info, but he doesn't live far from Shimokitazawa, haha.

K: Oh, so he'll probably be here.

J: Yes, everyone look out for his reaction when he arrives! Anyway, so we are in Shimokitazawa today, in front of this sign for Azuma dōri. Leader, do you know this area?

K: Well, I've been here a few times, but not tonnes.

J: Oh really?! You are not that familiar with it?

K: Not really, no.

J: Shimokitazawa is the place for bandmen to hang out thought, isn't it?

K: Yeah, so I've come here to drink and stuff, but I haven't really had a look around the streets much. Having said that, I do feel like around here has changed a lot since before. The train tracks have disappeared!

J: Yeah, the tracks have moved underground, and there was some talk about having tall buildings here. But the locals fought against this, saying that Shimokitazawa is not that kind of neighborhood, so now its just as we can see here. There is also a lot of redevelopment going on, there used be so many filthy, old shops here, but now there are a lot of really nice places. Ok, so why have we come to Shimokitazawa? Well, on the last live broadcast, we talked about going to record stores, didn't we? Do you remember, Leader?

K: Yeah, we did say that.

J: So today we are gonna visit the famous store Disc Union! Do you know this store?

K: Yes. I've never been to the branch in Shimokitazawa, but I've been to others.

J: Yeah, i buy a lot of records, so Disc Union has been very useful. From where I live, I tend to use the Shinjuku branch, but there are loads of musician types who live in Shimokitazawa, right? So, who knows, we might get some rare finds. We will have a walk through Shimokitazawa and then check out Disc Union, but we won't do any editing to the footage.

K: Will it be ok?

J: I don't know, anything could happen. Like just then with cars and motobikes driving right in front of the camera.

K: Well, we can't do anything about that.

J: Right. Anyway, yeah, so no editing. I'll just do the notifications before we get started. Uh, we are still taking comments, thoughts, and messages, and questions, anything is ok. Twitter users can use the tag TFOE. The first part of this show is free for anyone to watch, but the second part is for members only. If you become a channel member, you can watch this live broadcast in the archives for a year, and there will be member only videos. So please do join using the link at the top of the screen, and enjoy the show to the end. Ok, Tasai still isn't here, but should we get started?

K: Yep

J: So, there is a second hand clothes store right before our eyes that I think you probably like the look of, Leader. You like second hand clothes, don't you? Is this shirt you are wearing now a second hand shirt?

K: No, this isn't second hand.

J: Oh, it isn't? Well, anyway, Shimokitazawa is known as THE place for second hand clothes, so we will have a look at this store SPiCe, which is right by the station. Lets go!

*They walk towards the store, and enter a flight of stairs up to the 2nd floor*

J: Aghh, I'm so relieved to be going indoors.

K: Haha, yeh, this is what its like on location.

J: My vision is suffering coming into the dark all of a sudden!

K: Haha

J: *entering the store* Ah, this is nice, Tshirts of course. Hello, thanks for having us.

K: Hello

J: The staff member is wearing a Ramones shirt, of course.

K: Oh yeah.

J: It really feels like Shimokitazawa. *To staff member* Whats your name?!

Staff: My real name?

J: Either, anything is ok!

Staff: Uh, I'm Ōhori, I just started working here 1 month ago.

J: Thank you Ōhori san! What are your biggest sellers here?

Staff: All sorts of genres and styles, ringer tshirts, band shirts, hip hop shirts. Its an amazing store where you can be made over into any fashion style you choose.

J: Oh great! Well, Leader, lets start looking around. Tell us if you see anything you like...Oh, my eyes are drawn straight to the tshirts!

K: Right

J: Cause you can never have enough tshirts in Summer.

K: Haha, yeah, I end up changing a few times a day.

J: Yeah, especially when filming on location...Ah, here are the hip hop tshirts.

K: Yeah, and band shirts.

J: You like this kind of thing, don't you, Leader? Agh, I wanna look at them all. I wonder how much they cost?

K: Well, probably not that much. The ones hanging up above here will be expensive.

J: Ah, yeh of course. That Beatles one will be expensive. I wanna find something for a good price. Ahhh

K: *mocking Joe* Ahhh, haha.

J: Yeah, forgive me, its early, its hot, my head may still not working as well as it should, but Im ok, don't worry. Anyway, lets find some good items. *To staff* Do you have any items to recommend?

Staff: What genre do you like?

J: Leader, what genre?

K: Uh, like movie tshirts.

Staff: Well, if you like movie shirts, we have this 'The Fire In The Sky' shirt. Also, hmm, we recently got another one over here...

J: Are tshirts usually sold for about ¥10,000?

Staff: The cheap ones go for about ¥4000, and the expensive ones are like this one. This is ¥44,000.

J: Which one??

Staff: The Eminem one.

J: ¥44,000?! Leader! Leader! Leader!

K: Nah, I'm not that into Eminem, hahaha.

J: ¥44,000! What about this one?

Staff: Thats a Van Gogh print shirt.

J: How much is it?

Staff: Thats ¥33,000.

J: Ahhh. What about the Pink Floyd one?

Staff: Yep, that a 'The Wall' shirt, thats ¥14,390.

J: Ahh, ok. I thought the ones hanging up would have a more extravagant price tag, but around ¥10,000 is not that bad.

K: Yeah, its affordable, right?

J: Yeah. Look, there are more over here. That looks like tie-dye...Oh!! The Grateful Dead!!

K: Thats for you, no doubt. It looks good.

J: It does!

K: Its ¥9900.

J: Yeah, I could get this.

K: Show the camera.

J: I'm a huge fan of The Grateful Dead. I was at Fuji Rock up until yesterday, and I wore Grateful Dead tshirts the whole time. It's ¥9900, ¥9900..

K: Haha

J: If I say it five times, it might get cheaper, haha. Im trying to think of how to get discounts, but I doubt the staff will give me any, haha. Oh look, this one is good too, The Stones (Voodoo Lounge)!

K: Yeah, and it looks the right size for you.

J: The price is...omg!...¥25,900.

K: No problem, surely.

J: Leader, you should get this!

K: I'm not that into The Stones though.

J: Oh, but it suits you! Leader! Leader! It looks cool on you!

K: It does, doesn't it? haha

J: Right?? Whether or not you actually like The Stones is a seperate issue.

K: Well, yeah.

J: ¥25,900...

K: The pattern is cute. Joe, you should get this.

J: No, it suits you more.

K: It suits you too.

J: Ahh, maybe if it was cheaper..

K: If it was any cheaper it would be too cheap! haha.

J: I have no money left, haha. But these types of shirts are great, they have such an impact...Ah, Leader, you found something! What is it?

K: Its a KMFDM shirt.

J: Ah, hold it up to you...That won't be very expensive. It looks good. How much is it?

K: ¥14,000.

J: Ohhh...But that Stones shirt!

K: Haha

J: *picking up another shirt* I can never have enough of this kind of shirt.

K: Yeah, that is nice.

J: Ok, the price, how much is it?! It says 'WE ARE SO FUCKED'..

K: The price is ¥6500

J: I could get this. It has a print on the back too. This is nice. But...ahhh..

K: You like the Stones shirt?

J: Yeah

K: What about this one?

J: Oh, its a simple design.

K: Its a Greenday Crew shirt.

J: Oh yeah, it says 'Local Crew' on it.

K: This is good.

J: Plus is doesn't really look second hand.

K: Right?

J: It looks like its probably only been worn about once.

K: Its ¥14,000. Size XL.

J: What size do you like for tshirts? Still oversized?

K: Yeah, I like a bigger size.

J: This shirt works well if you wear jewelry or stuff.

K: Yeah.

J:...Don't you want a Slipknot shirt? You probably already have one, right?

K: No, I don't have one.

J: You don't??

K: No, but it's difficult to wear a Slipknot shirt out anywhere, haha.

J: Yeah, haha. I get you, I understand that. Thats not a slight on Slipknot though, right? Its just difficult to wear it anywhere.

K: Yeah, haha.

J: Ah, that Pink Floyd shirt is good too.

K: Yeah, that well-known cover.

J: I bet thats expensive.

Staff: Not really, its ¥14,000.

J: Ahh, not that bad. This is an odd thing to say, but aren't second hand shirts going through a bit of a gradual price boom at the moment?

Staff: Yeah, the prices are seasonal..

J: So we should buy in this season?

Staff: Yeah, now is the cheapest time to get them.

J: They will only get more expensive from now on?

Staff: Yep.

J: So if we see something we like, we should get it. Plus we might not get the same luck again if we find something good.

K: Ahh! *points to the Stones (Voodoo) shirt*

J: Haha, but its over ¥20,000. I could get the Grateful Dead one instead. ¥10,000 is managable, but ¥20,000 is a bit steep for me. Anyway, lets have a look at the other end of the store...they have button up shirts, pants/trousers. Leader, you like these kinda summer shirts, don't you?

K: Yeah *finds a leopard print hawaiian style summer shirt* This is nice.

J: You could even end up showing your nipples with that.

K: I could wear this.

J: Yeah, that is very you.

K: I like shirts like this.

J: Yeah, especially in the summer.

K: *finds a shirt with beach scene print* This is pretty ordinary, but I could wear this too.

J: Its very summery. Leader, do you wear shorts?

K: Yeah, I do. Look, there are shorts here.

J: Ahh, I think you should get these! haha *hands Kaoru some orange and blue striped shorts* You wouldn't wear those, would you??

K: No, not this kind of thing.

J: They look like they would suit Europeans.

K: Like a fashionable older guy, or something?

J: Yeah, yeah.

K: *finds some camouflage print shorts* I like these.

J: Yeah, thats more like it.

K: They are ¥2900.

J: That's cheap!

K: Yeah. I might buy these, haha.

J: Oh! A purchase??

K: I could easily wear these.

J: Ohh, Leader is thinking about it. ¥2900, so cheap.

K: Yeah

J: The Tshirts are a bit expensive, but I suppose it can't be helped if there is a price boom.

K: Its because everyone here is wearing them...Oh, those Dragonball shirts are good.

J: I wonder how much they cost...Excuse me, how much are the Dragonball shirts?

Staff: These were made in America, so I think they are about ¥22,000. *checks price* Yes, ¥22,000.

J: You know all the prices well!

K: Thats expensive!

Staff: They are both around ¥22,000.

K: Probably because they are American made.

J: Imported second hand. I bet these are popular.

Staff: Yeah, this, and Akira and stuff are popular.

K: Ahh, Akira, yeah, that will be expensive. That can't be helped.

J: Yeah.

K: You don't often see second hand Akira shirts though, right?

J: Yeah, if you buy it, you wanna keep it.

K: Oh, look! This is good *finds an In-and-out burger shirt* I wanna eat there.

J: Yeah, me too. Let's go on location overseas one day!

K: Hahaha

J: It would be tough with this exchange rate.

K: Yeah, that would be one expensive hamburger.

J: It'd be over ¥1000 right? Like $8/9 or $12 for a meal set. Thats close to ¥2000 from our perspective....Are these hip hop tshirts? Oh, movies!

K: Yeah, Halloween.

J: And its cheap, ¥5400. But you like a bigger size, right?

K: Yeah.

J: Is this just about right, size wise?

K: Yeah...Halloween.

J: You found a good one, ¥5400, ¥5400..

K: You keep doing that even when its cheap, haha.

J: The price is the first thing I say, I just do, the design comes after that, haha.

K: You look at the design last? haha

J: Yeah, well I usually just go for white or black anyway. Oh, there are sweaters too, and all these tshirts folded in piles....Def Lepard, Nirvana..

K: Nirvana shirts are still really expensive.

J: Yeah, the originals are. You often see replicas though.

K: Look, this one says 'DIR'.

J: Oh yeah!

K: Its DIRTBO??

J: Oh, I see, I didn't even realise!

K: Hahaha

J: Have you ever found a Dir tshirt in a second hand store?

K: No, I haven't.

J: I guess people don't want to sell them.

K: No, there is no demand for them.

J: I think there would be! Ah, I see more Nirvana shirts here.

K: I've always thought this, but you buy band tshirts and stuff new, right? And you wear them and wash them loads of times, but they never stay as in good condition as all these.

J: I suppose if these are bought from America...

K: But over there they still shove them in huge washing machines all the time. They will still wear out.

J: But over there, they use dryers, they don't really dry clothes outdoors. So there is that, and they probably use different detergent than Japan.

K: Ah, they use more heavy duty stuff?

J: Yeah, and when they are imported to Japan, they wash them again before putting them in stores. Thats why they look so nice.

K: They all smell the same, don't they?

J: They do! Second hand clothes stores have a very particular smell. I really like it.

K: So do I.

J: This is unrelated, but when I was born..

K: No, we don't wanna hear!

J: Really? haha, listen to me!

K: Oh, ok. Haha.

J: When I was born, my mum apparently really loved the smell of dirty drains, (She) was always trying to smell the drain. (*Japanese often omits pronouns, so here Kaoru thinks Joe is referring to himself smelling drains, but he is actually talking about his mother for both the liking and the smelling of drains*)

K: You? Haha, gross.

J: And I became the type of man I am now, haha. Its usually a bad smell right? But I think its like when women are pregnant, their tastes can change, they can start to hate things they used to love etc. Well, she suddenly started to love the smell of dirty drains! She was always searching for the drain to smell it.

K: Oh, your mother?!

J: Yes, and this is the child that formed.

K: You are made of the smell of dirty drains? haha. I don't think so.

J: I'm drainman, haha. Anyway, we'd better start heading on to the next store, say in about 5 minutes. So, Leader, if you want to buy anything here, now is the time. There are still areas we haven't looked at.

K: I like this.

J: Oh thats cute, thats a real second hand shirt. An American comic strip print.

K: Its ¥20,000.

J: Now see, since we are on location here, its gonna be hard to leave here if we don't buy something!

*Staff laughing*

K: *clapping* Jo~e! Jo~e!

J: This would be the perfect time for Tasai to arrive!

K: Hahaha

J: You could buy those shorts, and we could leave, but its not very Japanese to just leave without buying anything, especially when we are coming and filming in here! Should we do Rock Paper Scissors?

K: Thats even less polite! Hahaha

J: No, I mean, I really do want to buy that tshirt...but hey, its August from tomorow right?

K: Huh?

J: I mean, I'm on a budget each month. I'll be a different person tomorow, haha. This month I went to Fuji Rock, I spent a lot...I'm on a commoner's budget.

K: Ahh, ok.

J: I really want those two shirts, I just feel like we shouldn't leave without buying something. But I don't have the courage to buy them. You are the one who has to buy something. You could buy those shorts?

K: Yeah, I can buy those.

J: Oh, good!

K: I like this tshirt, I just wish the size was a bit bigger.

J: XXL is best, right?

K: Yeah...hmm, how much is that Rob Zombie tshirt?

J: The staff just said 'Ah!'. Does that mean its gonna be really expensive? haha.

Staff: Its ¥22,900.

K: Ah, yeh, of course.

J: 'Cause its a big sized Rob Zombie shirt. Its cool though...Its times like this I wish I was the type of man who could buy that Voodoo shirt.

K: You could buy it.

J: It IS cute.

K: It is really good. That The Grateful Dead shirt is more common. The Voodoo one is rarer.

J: Its the perfect size.

K: It really suits you. You could wear it on your late night shows.

J: Would I look cool?

K: Yes

J: Ahh, for now Leader you just buy those shorts.

K: Hahaha

J: In the meantime...

K: Really? But I like this Greenday shirt too.

J: Ok, buy that! How much was it again?

K: ¥14,000.

J: Ah, thats ok. Oh, the cameraman is behind you.

K: Hmm, ok I'll buy the shorts.

J: Are you gonna try them on?

K: No, I'll just hold them up against me.

J: They'll probably fit you...I wish Niconama would let us have ¥30,000 each for shopping. Then I could buy the voodoo shirt.

K: ¥30,000 each? Haha, thats quite a lot.

J: Yeah, like ¥100,000 between us. Does it say the size on the shorts?

K: Well, I can tell they will fit by looking at them.

Staff: I think they are about M size.

J: What about the size in inches?

Staff: Ah, Im not sure. If they are American military...

J: I think they are. Kaoru, don't you need to try them on?

K: No

J: Ok, well, we pondered over a lot of things, but ended up with shorts in the end.

K: Huh?

J: We looked at so many tshirts, but then just decided on shorts.

K: Is that how it is?

J: No no, its not a bad thing, haha. I just don't have it in me to let us leave without buying something. Where is Tasai?!

K: *finding a NIN shirt* Oh! I have this shirt!

J: Really? That makes me want to buy it.

K: Its a bit small.

J: Yeah, if only it was a bit bigger. But I do remember you wearing this somewhere.

K: Yeah

J: If only it was bigger...I do like that double sided print tshirt though.

K: Which one?

J: This one. I'm not sure about the size though.

K: The size looks ok on you.

J: Does it?

K: What brand is it?

J: Im not sure....Oh, my phone's going, that must be Tasai. That sucker is on his way! Hold on, let me answer.

K: During the show!? Hahaha

J: Helloo? Where are you? Do you know the east exit? If you come out of the east exit, and then look immediately to your right, you'll see a sign for the store 'SPiCe' on the second floor. Can you see it? Ok, come up here...Tasai is coming, I can't believe he will be here. *Joe continues to talk on the phone to Tasai*

K: Ok, I'll buy these now then.

Staff: Thank you.

K: Where is Toru? I don't have any cash on me....*shouts down the stairs* Toru! I need your wallet.

J: Lets make Tasai buy something as a forfeit.

K: Do you take card?

Staff: Yes, we do.

J: Well, I'm glad we were able to do some shopping, and glad that Tasai is coming.

Staff: Thats ¥2900, with tax it comes to ¥3190.

K: Ok, I'll pay by card please.

J: Here he is! At last!

T: I'm so sorry!!

J: What on earth are you doing??!

T: I'm so sorry! I hope you are all ok.

J: We are not ok! You'll have to buy something for us to make up for it!

T: Anything!

J: Tasai, this Voodoo Lounge shirt would be good. Is it too small for you??

T: Joe, you have good taste.

J: It won't fit you though.

T: Its ok, I'll buy it.

J: Have you checked the price? Its so cheap.

T: I'll put it on now.

J: Check the price though.

T: How much is it?...Omg, its expensive! Its ok, I'll still buy it.

J: Haha, ahhh. Hey but, Leader liked the look of this Greenday shirt too.

T: Oh, this is for Kaoru? Thats ok.

J: Really??

T: Yeah

K: Hahaha

J: You are so sweaty!

T: Haha, Hi everyone.

J: You look like Cunning Takayama!

K: Hahaha

T: Eh?

J: What happened, did you just forget about the plan today?

K: Put that tshirt back first, you'll get sweat on it.

J: Ah, right, yeah.

T: I think I forgot what day it was.

J: Didn't you get the group mail?! *laughs at Tasai trying to mop sweat off his face*

T: I didn't realise it was this week, I was just in the gym. Then my phone rang, and I wondered why you were calling. Then you told me you were already getting started, and I thought OMG!, and rushed here.

K: Are you actually free for the rest of the day? Apart from the gym?

T: Yeah, I was wondering what I should do with the day after the gym, haha. I'm sorry.

J: No, its good, we are glad you are here.

T: Don't be late, people!

J: You were panicking, right?

T:· Yeah, it was terrible.

J: I've done that once before on this show.

K: Oh, you have! Thats right.

J: It happens sometimes. Anyway, now that we've bought something, should we go to the next place?

T: Really? Ok, I'll come back and buy this tshirt later! Ok, off we go!!

J: Haha, why so sudden??!

T: Oh, sorry, haha.

J: A big thank you to the staff for having us! Everyone, come and check out the stuff at SPiCe.

T: Right next to the station in Shimokitazawa.

J: Yep, zero seconds from the station. Its the closest second hand clothes store to Shimokitazawa station. It has a lot of great stuff, and a lot of things which Kaoru liked, so please check it out. Ok, lets go to Disc Union. Thank you! *walking out* Ahh, that was good. You came at just the right time, Tasai.

T: Oh really? Good.

K: You got here quite quickly.

T: Well, I wasn't far.

J: Its a right turn from the entrance.

T: Right, ok. Shimokitazawa is my hometown. The camera is behind us? Ok.

J: But its hot!

T: Yeah, it is.

J: Today is certainly a hot day.

K: You wanna get rid your clothes, not buy more. Its too hot.

J: Yeah. Leader, how are you managing in this heat? But I guess you are just working at home at lot, are you?

K: Well, I do like going out for walks.

J: Oh, you do go out??

K: Yeah, I do feel the need to get some sun. Not always though.

J: Ahh, I thought you would be shut up inside the whole summer.

K: Well, I am shut up inside a lot..

J: But you get out for walks a bit too.

K: Yeah

T: Kaoru, I saw on your Insta that you'd been to Asakusa.

K: Yep, I was there. There is this crepe shop there, they did actually once make an offer to this show for us to come and eat there.

J: Oh, lets go next time.

K: But anyway, Im doing my art exhibition, and at the same time I'm gonna be doing a collaboration with that crepe shop. So I just went to check out the store, we made a video for my blog TheThe Day.

J: Wow, collaboration crepes?

K: Yeah, they've done Dir collaborations there before.

T: ...Collaboration crepes?

K: Yeah.

J: What, you make crepes with your product theme or something?

K: I have these characters Krim&Zon, I'm using those as the theme.

J: Ahh, I'm sure the fans will love that! But it seems a shame to eat it, haha.

K: You have to eat it. So, yeh, they invited this show to go there too, but we couldn't due to timing.

T: Do you draw Krim&Zon pictures on thr crepes?

K: Its not drawing, but kind of foods resembling the characters, or something with a small print on. But I haven't actually finalized them yet.

J: Well, thats something to look forward to.

T: Thats from September, right?

K: Yeah. By the way, its actually July when we are filming this.

J: Yes, so you still have time to get it done. Ok, lets cross the road here.

T: There is a lot of performance halls here.

K: Yeah, Shimokitazawa has that image.

J: Yep, its a theatre town, a live house town. Its brilliant at night, it has a very different atmosphere from Shibuya or Shinjuku.

K: Yeah.

J: Its exciting to drink here.

T: And there are a lot more second hand clothes stores here now.

K: Yeah, we've just been to one.

T: Oh, did you?

K: Hahaha

J: Yeah, you weren't there, were you?! Too busy at the gym.

K: You got there right when we finished.

J: How can you even go to the gym this early in the morning?? You are like a celebrity!

T: No, I'm not like a celebrity.

K: Wasn't SHELTER (*venue name*)around here somewhere? Oh, there it is. I've been there before.

T: Have you played live there before?

K: No

J: Has Dir ever played in Shimokitazawa?

K: I don't think so, no....Ah, there it is!

J: Yep, thats Disc Union. A bit further up is The Suzunari theatre.

T: There is also a famous soup curry restaurant up there too.

K: Ahh. Should we cross the road here?

J: Yes....Ahh, but its hot! I'm sure a lot of the viewers have been here.

K: We could get a beer somewhere around here, haha.

J: Thats a nice idea! Its quite compact here, so it feels like there is more stuff here than Shibuya, and its not as busy as Shinjuku. Its the best place to go out for a walk and go shopping.

T: Kaoru, you said you don't come here much?

K: Not much, no.

J: For me, I always feel like this is the place where bandmen or theatre people like to drink. Either here or Koenji.

K: Ah, I've been to Koenji a lot of times. I tend to go there.

J: You are a Koenji guy?

K: Yeah.

J: Ok, so we have arrived at Disc Union. Lets stand over here. So Disc Union in Shimokitazawa sells records and Cds of all genres, Rock, JPop, Jazz, Soul, anything. We are gonna search for some records here today! But actually, Dir en grey released a record too, right?

K: Yes

J: Oh, congratulations *claps* Is it sold out?

K: I'm not sure, there might be some left in stores.

J: Ah, here it is.*Staff passes Phalaris LP to Joe, who passes it to Kaoru* It looks cool! I wanna see the inside too.

K: There is a lot to see.

J: Yeah, you can do that with records. Ok, so for the rest of the show we will be searching through loads of records, so please keep watching. But unfortunately, the free part ends here, so our Disc Union searching will make up the paid half, and you can look forward to whatever discoveries Kaoru makes. Can we also do a present for the viewers? Yep, ok. Tasai will see to that.

T: I'll pay for it myself.

K: Hahaha

J: So please become a channel member to enjoy all this. Ok, I'll just explain how it works. The second part is for members only, so you have to join if you wanr to watch it. If you join, you can watch this broadcast in the archives for one year, and you will get a members only video in the coming days. Here's how to join, click the blue link at the top of thr screen. Thanks for pointing, Leader. You will then get a page asking you to choose your payment method. Choose your method, and click proceed, enter your details, and you're done. If you haven't joined yet, please do so to enjoy the rest of the show. Leader, before we move on, do you have any announcements?

K: Uh, we have a tour starting from November. And my art exhibition Nouteikarano2 will start in September, so please check it out. You two should come too.

J, T: Of course!

J: Yes, I'll go to both.

T: I'm looking forward to the exhibition.

J: Yeah. How are your preparations going?

K: Well, I've finished most of the art.

J: Ok, well everyone can look forward to that. Lets have a quick break here, and the members only section will start very soon, so just wait there. See you there!

T: Don't be late!

J: Exactly!

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I bring Clone High au quotes! Some from the shows, others not!

Max: Ooh! They have pens on strings now! What a world!

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Zoé: Psst, Cosette. *Raising and lowering her eyebrows* Should we ditch this fool?

Cosette: *Raising and lowering their eyebrows* I dunno. The guy’s simpin’ hard.

Zoé: We can listen to him, OR, we can listen to Clara Nightingale

Cosette: I’m game. Side note? Your eyebrow language is like… SO on point. 😏

Zoé: 😊

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Mireille: Ivan, how do you stay so chill?

Ivan: I just channel my anxiety into something more productive, like poems for sick children.

*Meanwhile, a child is in the fetal position after reading one of Ivan’s darker poems*

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Nino: I have eyes, you know. They’re right under my eyebrows!

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Kim: No, no, no! Like this! ‘For-er suppah, I-er a, want a party plattah!’

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Marinette: *Sighs* My old thinking dock… Why is it so dangerously high?

Marc: Climate change.

Marinette: So that was real? Hmm. What are you doing out here at the thinking docks, Marc?

Marc: Oh, I’m just trying to get better at being more insightful, be more like the Marc I’m cloned from.

Marinette: Seems to me there’s not telling what to think these days. You know, normally, I’d check in with my friend, Sacqueline at times like this. I think she’s been avoiding me.

*Cut to Sacqueline still cryogenically frozen*

—

Juleka: Jean, do you know the story of Juleka the Countess?

Jean: Oh yeah, I’ve seen a movie about it on tv. She was like sixteen, right? And then people started accusing her of being some demon vampire becuase girls who always went into her castle never came out, but the truth is that they were lesbians escaping marriage to men through her resources, but then at the end, she got burned to a crisp because people thought she was a demon vampire. Pretty good, I give it a thumbs up.

Juleka: … Basically. See, I’ve never been able to live up to her, and that’s why, instead, I became a cynical angst-ridden goth girl.

—

Austin Q: I’m gonna nail ya! *Holds up a nail gun* With this nail gun! That’s in my pants!

Austin B: No! Don’t put it in your pants! *Looks away, but starts recording*

—

Adrien: I have the DNA of Mayor Adrien Agreste, solving disputes is in my nature- *Denise punches Louis in the face* Now, why don’t we all take a deep breath-

Denise: *Kicks Louis in between the legs* How ya like that berry blast?!

—

Jean: Do you mind?! Some of us are trying to make out with Austin the Great here... Or should I say Austin the fiiiiiine.

—

Chloé: Yes! It’ll be as easy as getting with murder!… I assume.

—

Max: What would the real Nathaniel Kurtzberg have done?

Nathaniel: He would have high tailed it out of that camp and hopped a boat. Then he would have died of a heart attack in his 60s. But what are the chances of that happening again? Hehe.

Max: Thirty-eight percent.

—

Cosette: If there's one thing the OG Cosette Bellamy and I stand for, its revenge.

—

Marinette: Why don't you just take the tissues out and it'll fall off?

Chloé: *Gasps* You signed a nondisclosure agreement! I hope you have good lawyers, because I'm gonna sue your hand-me-down pants off, creature trash!

Ismael: Girls, girls, girls! You're both human beings. You both put your bras on one-leg-at-a-time.

—

Simon: Hey, take a hit, relax! God's message can be a total trip. But you know you gotta do what he tells you, because God has a plan for all of us… A painful, painful plan…

—

Mme. Mendeleiv: I first got the idea for Cloney Island after seeing the movie Jurassic Park 3. But my ill-conceived amusement park will be filled with human clones instead of zoo animals. It's as fool-proof as the amusement park in the movie itself!

—

Rose: I like your funny words, magic man!

—

Nathaniel: *on phone* Sometimes I just turn the lights off in my room and cry.

Nino: I'm sorry, uh, Nath, could you speak up?

Nathaniel: The only way I can cling to my sanity is that nobody knows how lonely I truly am.

Nino: *To crowd at party, snickering* He's sad...

Crowd: *Laughs*

Nino: It's hilarious!

Nathaniel: Wait, am I on speakerphone?!

Nino: Hey, would Nino put somebody on speakerphone?

Crowd: NO!

Nathaniel: This is Nino, how could you? *begins to tear up and his lower lip begins to quiver*

Nino: Hey man, Nino’s anti-violence, not anti-comedy. *Hangs up* Feels good to help people.

—

Kim: Gay foster dads, do you mind if I watch Will & Grace with you?

—

Chloé: Ugh. I almost made out with Aurore? Uh, hot.

—

Lila: Do you know what my real name is? *Whispers to Rose* Lila Rossi.

Rose: Cool!

Lila: Not. Cool.

—

Zoé: *Standing on Marc’s shoulders as he skateboards down a slanted road* Shred, Marc! Shred!

Marc: *His eyebrows pop off and try to inch away* Where do you think you’re going, eyebrows? *His eyebrows slink back and reattach themselves to his face*

[golbrocklovely]

I love Sam and Colby with all of my heart and their videos always give me happiness, but i’ve got to say i am kinda getting tired of the whole “JUsT As WE WeRE boUt tO …” and ofc each time the camera is off… i am not saying they fake it every time ( but honestly there are times when it just seems suspicious… like that bath thing when Sam was IN… he could easily just turn it on ) , but it’s getting less convincing when situations like this are getting more and more popular on their channel… camera is off… something happens.. they turn it on and are like WOOO YOU NEVER GONNA BELIEVE US… well.. no shit… cause as much as i love you guys , it’s kinda difficult to believe that every fxking time when you JUST turned camera off / were packing / were heading out … something BIG happened. I mean… I don’t doubt that there were times that something really had happened , cause spirits do not like cameras… but you cannot tell me that it isn’t kinda annoying and doesn’t look hella fake sometimes ( like the bathtub) … so for me to be more convincing, they either bring the second camera that will record everything from other angle ( like they sometimes leeave them in other rooms) … i mean place it somewhere and not switch it off UNTIL you are packed and ready to head out ( or just leave it there… just for the case) OR do not put that kind of clips in videos every single time, casue for 1) we weren’t able to hear or see it anyway, so it is not any evidence for us anyway 2) it is less convincing and more doubtful and 3) it makes their channel less convincing ( and i hate to say it cause so far snc are for me one of the only channels that i like to believe that are genuine)

Sorry for the rant.

i get why you're frustrated or annoyed when they do it. personally, i just think that they do cut the camera off quickly once they think a situation is done with, and things just sometimes happen afterwards. and as someone that has xplrclub and they show the clips that didn't make the video, they really do just be turning off that camera at random times lol

that being said, i totally agree with you that they need to have some form of a second camera going in the same room as them, that way they can catch everything they might end up missing. i hope they implement that in future videos, bc that would add such a nice, extra layer to their vids.

also sometimes when they cut back from the previous turning the camera off, whatever they say happened usually isn't all that crazy. but they are also very dramatic so i kinda expect nothing less sksksk

[themagikmirror]

🔥✨Aries Full Moon Lunar Eclipse : Let's Talk Power & Putting Yourself First!

Not only is this the finale of October 2023 & Eclipse Season, but it's also the last Eclipse in 2023 and in a series of Aries eclipses in general! This Full Moon Lunar Eclipse in Aries offers sudden exposure and crystal clarity like never before! It's important to pay attention to what has been revealed to you in the month of October and within this moment. The eclipse officially happens October 28th, 2023. Since 2022 Sidereal Aries has been teaching us about POWER! In the video recording for the Eclipse (Let's Talk Power! : available on my Facebook Page) I discuss this and other topics like AUTHORITY & LEADERSHIP . These must ultimately be checked & balanced through other parties--relationships-- but ultimately through Spirit and the relationship within ourselves.

Are you comfortable with the amount of power you're giving up or (vice versa) the amount of power that you are taking away? And is this what Spirit wants?

🔮General Messages :

We need to tighten up our ancestral work this Fall.

We need to be present throughout the rest of 2023 vs. skipping & rushing ahead to 2024.

I reviewed a track record of messages I’ve channeled through the Aries energy from 2021 - now. Aries has challenged us in the following ways..... Consider how these themes have played out within your life over that time span :  EMBRACING THE JOURNEY. Realize there is always gonna be a new level & a new devil. We have to be comfortable with the challenge of starting over and starting new things, even when we feel like we’ve been through or mastered so much. EMBRACING SOLITUDE. This doesn’t mean cutting people off unnecessarily or blocking yourself from having meaningful relationships and exchanges, but it does mean feeling secure in one’s self & not letting other people hinder what you are doing/wish to be doing. Stepping into your power means learning how to operate with/without other's support, encouragement, validation and helping hands. BEING MORE INTENTIONAL Actions need to match intentions and intentions need to match actions, period. Simple. Otherwise it’s wasted energy & effort that may also yield messy, painful & undesirable results. Spirit knows when intentions don’t match the actions. We cannot disguise unaligned energy for long. Make sure not only are you being intentional, but the people you around you are intentional too. TAKING YOUR POWER BACK & PROTECTING YOUR ENERGY From people & situations that are abusing access to you & from abandoning yourself. This process starts with being present to our bodies & FEELING our needs, even if that includes feelings of complete rage. What is that telling you? This is also about not letting challenges completely shut us down and make us quit things that we have a desire for through perseverance.  EGO DEATH, MOVING ON & SURRENDER Let the dead weight & baggage go, its holding you down & blocking movement. Free & unstuck yourself! Not everything will go our way not only because it’s not what’s best for us, but also not best for the people around us. Power is not just about realizing what you CAN do, but it’s also having a pretty good idea on what you CAN’T do as well. Sometimes community & relationships are God’s way of showing us our limits. There are some things that are completely out of our control, even about ourselves. So how do we expect our ego & will to force things for someone/something outside of us always? Ego, Pride & Force is not a master key. TAKING THE LEAD & FACING FEARS Not being afraid of stepping up, embarking on new things, taking down old challenges, following our passion and putting ourselves out there. Being a leader not just for others, but for ourselves. Again, sometimes it’s just you & God at the front line. Remove (self) doubts & move mountains!

The easiest way to check & balance POWER is to PUT YOURSELF FIRST. When we are centered within ourselves, we establish a right relationship with responsibility to ourselves & others . There's a lot of healing & transformation available at this moment. This is a time of CHANGE where we may see results & manifestations kicking in, but it's also high time to heal the abandonment wounds & not just show up for others, but to continue showing up for ourselves. It's equally time to stop robbing people of rightful seats at the table in your life & places in the spotlight. It's also time to stop feeding the very ego that may be harming you & others.

This final eclipse is equally about SURRENDER as it is about change. Those topics are 2 sides of the same coin. In order to experience CHANGE, we must SURRENDER.

CHANGE + SURRENDER = FREEDOM.

Knowing When to Throw in the Towel is not a sign of weakness, it's a sign of wisdom. It's quite foolish to keep pushing something into fruition when you are being drained. If calling it quits saves us from destruction… it may be time to do so....

Note : ITS NOT ABOUT GIVING UP, ITS ABOUT USING YOUR ENERGY WISELY 

In this reading ✨Spirit once continues to command us to :

SAY NO!

Spirit needs us to STAND BEHIND our Boundaries, needs & desires right now! This moment is about not backing down. You can see the "Strength" card, which literally has a pillar on it.

Its giving "STAND FOR NOTHING, FALL FOR ANYTHING"

In this moment, know exactly what you stand for : YOURSELF

who/what is trying to rob you of the power you personally possess or conduct an unfair exchange?

Or, for some : is the leadership, the pedestal & the spotlight worth some of the sacrifices? Do you need to tell some people to back up, chill out & try doing it themselves?

POWER is something that we all possess in unique ways. The powers we possess are exchanged to survive, create and enjoy life. Although we all possess personal power, there's still things and people that can either fuel or deplete & diminish it.

✨Spirit asks us :

Please examine the ways you may need to pull back, reject, deny & refuse....

This is once again to remain CENTERED within Spirit & ourselves! It's also to check & balance power and authority in our relationships & engagements. To control others, you have to be completely out of control. Is that what you want? LEADERSHIP is not at all about controlling others, but being a change agent, example & a guide. Consider what you are able to exemplify, change and guide for others.

This entire eclipse season has been about the importance of

CHANGE : REFUSING TO REPEAT PATTERNS THAT DON'T WORK, BOUNDARIES, SPEAKING UP, STANDING UP, SELF LOVE & REFUSING TO ABANDON YOURSELF FOR THE NEEDS & DESIRES OF ANOTHER PARTY...

*especially when you are not getting a fair exchange*

When there's fair exchanges of power , no one has to abandon themselves, because everyone is getting treated how they would treat themselves or better!

✨Spirit says :

It will take Strength to be a disappointment or a let down to others / stand up for yourself / relinquish responsibilities/ not abandon yourself -- ESPECIALLY if this is what you are used to doing! But being a little vulnerable is the key! Utilizing the power of reflection, showing your truth & returning energy (power & responsibility) back to sender will set you free from burdens.

THIS IS ABOUT FREEDOM.

[pickacover]

FAQ

Q: What is this?

A: Glad you asked! This is a poll blog where you get to listen to different versions of a song and vote on which one you like best. Please note this is “which one you like,” not “which artist is your favorite” or “which one is more technically good.” Sometimes a great artist can have a shit cover and vice versa, and sometimes an artist you adore does a cover that makes you cringe or has an original someone else just managed to turn transcendent. And sometimes it’s your favorite because you have good memories even if the cover itself is objectively awful! That’s also okay! The question is, if all covers of the song came on the radio at the same time, which channel’s version would you flip to?

Q: how often do you post?

A: five times a day.

Q: what’s the point?

A: Lord, let me never live in a world where I’ve forgotten whimsy.

Q: Have you done [song]?

A: search the blog for the title.

Q: you haven’t done [song]!

A: submit the song title and the name of the original artist.

Q: are multicover matchups okay?

A: ah, you got here from the Personal Jesus post. Yes, they’re good! If a song has more than nine total covers, they will not all be included, and the most prominent nine will get preference.

Q: Are there matchups you won’t do?

A: animated Disney/live-action remake, musical stage recordings/other recordings of the same musical, stage recording/movie recording, solo artist/something they originally sang with a band, original of a song/its biopic version, Christmas carols, Kidz Bop, anything by Cole Porter. Most of these are intended to sound as much alike as possible so it’s kind of pointless, and while we love and respect and adore Cole Porter in this house, the problem is there are literally hundreds, possibly thousands, of covers of his songs. Someone could probably entertain Tumblr for a month with a seeded matchup poll of Cole Porter song covers. It’s beyond my ability to do.

Q: what about self-covers?

A: self-covers are postable IF the cover makes substantial changes to the original. Examples of this are changing the genre (You + I/You + I Country Roads Edition), language (Space Oddity/Ragazzo Solo Ragazzo Sola), or a significant portion of the lyrics (Eve of Destruction/Eve 2012). Radio edits aren’t eligible except in rare extreme cases like Call Me By Your Name and I’ve No More Fucks to Give. The rule of thumb on that one is “if someone only three-quarters listening would stop and go ‘wait, what?’ then it qualifies.”

Q: what about live versions?

A: an artist’s live version will always sound different than their album version and often vary from show to show, so no. With that said, many cover versions involve an artist covering another artist live for an encore or just for kicks and giggles and they never get “officially” recorded by the covering artist, so submitting original album/a live recording by another artist is just fine. You’ll need to let me know which live I’m looking for, though. (Or better yet, link me.)

Q: what about classical music?

A: I’m gonna level with you, I have no idea how this would work. Like….are we talking about playing Pachelbel on wineglasses or something? I’m going to go ahead and say okay, but whatever you’re submitting as the cover is going to have to be pretty transformative.

Q: I’m not American and there’s this song from my home country/my own language…

A: PLEASE DO. I will request if you wish to make such a submission, please link me to both the original and the cover because I can’t guarantee the YouTube algorithm will do so. But you’re quite welcome here and I’d love to hear what you’ve got!

Q: this artist/song/album is problematic! You shouldn’t post their work!

A: if I started removing artists based on being problematic, 1) there would be nobody left 2) Taylor Swift would be the first to go. Is this the hill you want to die on?

[the-very-awesome-prussia]

gay ass

"Hello camera! It is me again! The awesome Prussia! I am here at the table with a loser while my brother cooks us all breakfast," he points the camera to Austria, then Germany, then back to Austria.

Austria meanwhile, is on his phone, "ugh shut it with your vlogs already no one cares."

"They are not vlogs! Vlogs are for prissy white girls! And I am not a girl!"

"It's a vlog... I'm tempted to post about this."

"Don't," Germany speaks up from the kitchen. Prussia, doing the camera work, gets a nice shot of him.

"Fine but, doesn't he deserve it?"

"For what? Being lame?"

"I am not lame!" Prussia interjects, "that is the one thing I am not. I am awesome, super cool super hot living like rockstar, but not lame."

Austria rolled his eyes, giving no attention to the loser that just quoted a Hannah Montana song.

Germany quickly finishes making breakfast and sets down the food for all involved, "brother, can you not record us eating breakfast again…"

"I would but it increases productivity!"

"What the fuck does that mean," Austria asks rudely as he puts away his phone.

"It means exactly what it means!" He said, picking up his fork.

"Annoying…"

They eat.

"Thanks for the food, Germany. Your tastes are always immaculate," Austria said as he stood up.

"Hm, could be better," Prussia disagreed.

"You always say that, jerk."

He rolled his eyes, "whatever, stupid aristocrat."

Austria decided to ignore Prussia, "so Germany, we have a world meeting in an hour, any suggestions for my fit?"

"It doesn't matter as long as you're not wearing your pajamas. But I would suggest red, it brings out your eyes," he answered in the most serious, unromantic tone ever.

"Thank youuuu," Austria gayly walked to his room to pick out an outfit.

Germany then turned to Prussia, "what are you going to do? Since well, you can't exactly join us."

"Probably record the most super awesome cool awesome cool thing ever!"

"Mind an explanation?"

"No."

"Alright then," he went to the living room to go read a book like a nerd.

Prussia then grabs his camera and runs back down to his room, "did you see that? Crazy. Insane. Other words that are synonyms for crazy and insane. Austria sucks ass for real! He thinks this'll never get views doesn't he? If only I was a country again so I could pound him into dust! Wait- I mean kill him with an overly large sword! Wait- … gun!" At this point he can't stop accidentally making innuendos.

He looks around awkwardly before speaking up, "wait can we have like a heart to heart? Ugh that sounds so unawesome… but I feel like I'm really bad at showing my feelings and- ugh! I can't do this. This is ruining the awesome mood! So what if I have the biggest fattest crush on Austria! So what!?"

He then accidentally drops the camera, "shitshitshit-" He picks it back up, "ugh everyone's gonna think I'm so lame now… I just… don't know what to do… WAIT you! Commenter! Viewer! COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT TO DO! Eheh, I'm so smart." He smirks for an ungodly amount of time before finishing up his vlog.

"So uh, hope you enjoyed this SUPER AWESOME VIDEO PART 2 OF THIS AWESOME CHANNEL. BYE."

[tonic31]

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[karahalloway]

Whoohoo! Got super excited when this popped up on my notifications! Let's go!

Leo spoke as he climbed down, "Search for that American model Riley first and her press secretary. We have to make sure they are not recording this for their channel. Snatch their cameras if that's their plan. Can't let the whole world see the mess we are in, right now."

"You are testing me." He groaned. He touched her cheek to help wake her from her slumber but his fingers lingered on, feeling her soft skin. She gave him a foolish grin. He was about to give in when… "Max." Leo called him. "Maxwell, Not now! And not her. Remember what she will do to you when she comes back to senses."

OMG can you imagine...?! 🤣🤣🤣

Liam was splayed on a couch in front of her, his gaze fixated over the display Riley had put up. His eyes did not have the glaze that others had but he seemed to be totally invested into the American beauty. Before they could step ahead, Leo's phone rang.

Interesting... seems like Liam isn't affected by the sex pollen either... Obviously that doesn't stop him from enjoying the impromptu show! 🤣🤣🤣

"But why the guards?" "I.. we… we might have a situation here." He fumbled. "Spill it already, will you?"

Constantine has no patience for Leo's hesitation, I see 😆

"I mean, they are…all undressed and ….lustful." Leo was the infamous playboy but when it came to his father, he was finding it difficult to discuss the matter.

"Why are you talking in jumbled words? What do you think? You were born from an egg? Can't you just use the right word?"

His annoyance 🤣🤣🤣

"Sex. They are involved in a sexual frenzy." Leo blurted. "Dammit!" Constantine cursed under his breath. "You have been attacked by Shagging Smog." "A what?" "It's kind of a sex pollen, you fool."

...wait. He knows about this?!

" How do you…?" Leo couldn't understand how his father knew the details. "Where do you get that playboy streak son? Been there, done it all, my child." Constantine smirked over the phone.

OMG...!! Dead. Literally dead! 🤣🤣🤣 Loved this twist! 💀

"How?" Leo uttered in a confused state. "It affects a person only once. The smog cannot alter your mood on a second exposure. Also, it changes genetics. So, you, Liam and the Beaumont boys remain unaffected."

This is a cool piece of info! 👍Hopefully it will come in handy when they try to rescue everyone! But Bert...

...he's not gonna be able to explain himself out of this one, eh? Those pesky Walkers are just so damn irresistable, huh?🤣🤣🤣

"Yes," Constantine rolled his eyes. "we both have had an exposure to that stupid chemical once. So Max and Bertrand are also immune. " But Bert was.. " Leo's voice trailed away, figuring out what he was about to reveal about Bert and Drake. "What about Bertrand?" "Nothing. I will find him. He is somewhere here." Leo tried to dissipate the urgency.

Yeah. No. Don't have that conversation. Not with Constantine 😅

Constantine let out a deep sigh. "Collect the boys. I am coming there."

Connie to the rescue! Lol! Never thought I'd actually be excited about this!

OMG this was GREAT! I laughed so hard - especially at the entire convo between Leo and Constantine 🤣🤣🤣 Brilliant!

One Night in Cordonia

Chapter 6 : Road to Recovery

Series: One Night in Cordonia, a @choicesprompts Round Robin Event.

Fandom: TRR so far, but others could be added in

Pairings: Various

Word count : ~ 1k with summary.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: talks about sex, innuendos, language

Prompt: Fantasy @choicesjunechallenge or @liaromancewriter.

A/N: This was fun to write playing with my fav characters in an odd setup. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for including me 😘. My sincere thanks to @angelasscribbles and @lizzybeth1986 for being the force behind the scenes.

Next author: @kingliam2019

Summary: It's Leo's social season. The day is Beaumont bash after the formal dinner is done and the royal couple has left. Anton sends his second in command Claudius to spread a fog "Death Smash" that would leave the guests paralysed and he would attack. But the gas delivered was Shagging smog 2.0, by mistake, leading to a sexual frenzy amongst guests. Anton himself goes to check and falls prey to the gas. The only unaffected members are Max (immune), Leo (because he was in the gardens and Olivia (partially affected, trying to fight the effects)

"Tell me everything you know," Leo declared.

Amidst Olivia's uncontrolled advancements, Max summarized the events that took place in Leo's absence.

"What do you think we should be doing?"

Leo took a moment to think before he dashed to the staircase. Max followed, dragging a dizzy Olivia along.

Leo spoke as he climbed down, "Search for that American model Riley first and her press secretary. We have to make sure they are not recording this for their channel. Snatch their cameras if that's their plan. Can't let the whole world see the mess we are in, right now."

Olivia giggled at the thought but quickly composed herself, covering her mouth. Leo shook his head looking at Olivia swaying against her wish, trying hard to remain sane.

He took out his phone and flipped it open to contact the palace. "We need backup if this is an attack." He stated.

Max nodded while handling Olivia, who was again leaning on him. "Olivia…"

"Hmmm?" She looked up at him with a seductive gaze. He eyes roamed across the flush on her skin making her look more attractive.

"You are testing me." He groaned. He touched her cheek to help wake her from her slumber but his fingers lingered on, feeling her soft skin. She gave him a foolish grin. He was about to give in when…

"Max." Leo called him. "Maxwell, Not now! And not her. Remember what she will do to you when she comes back to senses."

Max realised he was playing with fire. His caressing hand started patting Olivia hard.

"Olivia! Olivia!"

"Oww, oww, ouch!"As soon as she was alert she noticed she was hugging Max and he was standing awkwardly. She straightened up and made some distance. She rubbed her cheek that had turned red from Maxwell's patting.

"I am sorry." Max apologised.

"Can you be a bit gentle? I know I am under the spell." She said in a stern tone trying to hide her inner fears, now that she knew about his fantasies of her. She was aware that she was adding fuel to the fire everytime cuddling up to him. But she liked the idea somewhere deep inside. She blushed fiercely and tried to look away.

Thankfully, Leo interrupted her train of thoughts. "I have called for a platoon of men from the palace. Let's go and find Riley now."

They searched through the tangled bodies but couldn't find anyone important. Everyone still seemed to be affected. A hearty laugh between the moans and groans caught their attention. They turned around the corner and saw Riley who was attempting a pole dance on some fake pole.

Liam was splayed on a couch in front of her, his gaze fixated over the display Riley had put up. His eyes did not have the glaze that others had but he seemed to be totally invested into the American beauty. Before they could step ahead, Leo's phone rang.

"Shit. Father is calling." He tensed at the timing of the call but still recieved it.

"Leo?" Constantine almost barked through the phone. "Why have you ordered guards with masks? What's going on? What are you upto and where are you?"

"Father, I am at the same place you left me, Ramsford, with Beaumonts." Leo tried to keep his voice calm.

"But why the guards?"

"I.. we… we might have a situation here." He fumbled.

"Spill it already, will you?"

"There is a fog here and we don't know who spread it but everyone is acting weird."

"Exactly in what way are they acting weird?"

"They are.. they are all making out."

"What are they making?"

"I mean, they are…all undressed and ….lustful." Leo was the infamous playboy but when it came to his father, he was finding it difficult to discuss the matter.

"Why are you talking in jumbled words? What do you think? You were born from an egg? Can't you just use the right word?"

"Sex. They are involved in a sexual frenzy." Leo blurted.

"Dammit!" Constantine cursed under his breath. "You have been attacked by Shagging Smog."

"A what?"

"It's kind of a sex pollen, you fool."

" How do you…?" Leo couldn't understand how his father knew the details.

"Where do you get that playboy streak son? Been there, done it all, my child." Constantine smirked over the phone. "Catch hold of your brother and Beaumont boys. They can help you. "

"How?" Leo uttered in a confused state.

"It affects a person only once. The smog cannot alter your mood on a second exposure. Also, it changes genetics. So, you, Liam and the Beaumont boys remain unaffected."

"You mean you and Duke Barthelemy?" Leo tried to comprehend.

"Yes," Constantine rolled his eyes. "we both have had an exposure to that stupid chemical once. So Max and Bertrand are also immune.

" But Bert was.. " Leo's voice trailed away, figuring out what he was about to reveal about Bert and Drake.

"What about Bertrand?"

"Nothing. I will find him. He is somewhere here." Leo tried to dissipate the urgency.

Constantine let out a deep sigh. "Collect the boys. I am coming there."

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

[hotwings0203]

Decided to do a part 2 (due courtesy of @an-ambivalent and @definitetrashlord for motivating me to even continue this series HEHE💖)

Pt. 1

Tw: manipulation, dubcon, language

It isn’t the cum that slides down your legs continuously, nor the black and blue marks that so obviously covers the expanse of your neck at all times, no.

It’s the constant surveillance you’re under, it’s the lack of conversation you get from your comrades, it’s the way you mold and shift for however he wants you to be that solidifies his hold on you.

The attack from three weeks ago feels like yesterday, the way he held your head up by your hair after he was done ruining you and crooned in your ear that you were his now, and you’d be suicidal if you continued to lash out on his godsent decision plays like a broken record in your head.

You can’t look him in the eyes now, only meekly staring at his feet when he orders you to stand in front of him. Sometimes he’ll circle you and invade in your personal space, standing behind you and leaning in close behind your ear, simply inhaling you and saying nothing. Other times when no one’s around he’ll lounge back on the couch with a beer in his hand, spreading his knees wide while he lazily orders you to dance for him, slowly stripping away your self esteem and clothes simultaneously.

He doesn’t seem to outwardly mind the silence that seeps from you anymore, now that he has your body and attention focused solely on him.

Even Tomura has stopped talking to you just for fun. He’ll try and make a snipe at you, fruitlessly expecting your once-usual comebacks, but all you can do is blearily smile at him.

It makes everyone uneasy how quickly you’ve been reduced to nothing.

You couldn’t leave even if you tried to. Your medical skills were too valuable to be rejected, and Dabi’s scrutinizing tabs on you wouldn’t allow for even a foot stepped outside if not for Shigaraki’s missions.

Even your meals are meager at best, mainly consisting of copious amounts of alcohol and shitty ambiguous burnt food that pops up on the counters randomly.

You feel dirty, like a disease-infested rat. No amount is showering from the dingy stalls, no amount of cheap soap bars wittled down on your body erases the feeling of being used.

Dabi has never been in more love than he has now.

He hopes you like the food he makes, secretly placing it on the bar counter seconds before you sit down. Sure, the food might be a little burnt, but it’s still your favorite right?

It doesn’t matter how expensive the shower products are, he thinks they smell nice and that they’d smell even better on you. Shigaraki can fuck off, he’s not spending too much revenue on his girl, it’s the bare minimum he can do to show you how much he appreciates you playing by his rules...even if he can never say it out loud.

And his favorite part at the end of every day is putting his surely-misplaced words of affection into action, where he can scream with his body against yours how long he’s wanted you for, how thankful he is to any deity that exists that you’ve been placed in his care.

Dabi might be in love, but he’s not stupid though.

He sees the way your body becomes more and more deteriorated, notices the small change of you hesitation to answer him, the way you can never truly look at him, how you retreat to his room more and more(your room has just become a guest room now after he burned all your belongings, rendering you completely dependent on him to supply you with scratchy clothes and feminine products, no matter how embarrassing it is for you). It’s so frustrating to him- you’re not actually doing anything wrong, but you’re not doing it right either. How long does he have to keep threatening you for? Why can’t you just be happy with him? At least pretend like he’s not the villain for once.

He just feels so passionately for you, a word he never thought would be used in his vocabulary. It all bottles up, and sometimes he feels like he isn’t expressing his feelings of love, jealousy at you not giving him enough attention at times, concern over your quiet demeanor, and wanting of you enough.

You’ve never been more broken than you are now.

If it wasn’t bad enough that you bend at his every beck and call, he expects you to understand his body language and cravings without him even saying anything, which is more so often than not. He just stares at you for so, so long. You originally tried to get up and leave after he dragged you over to the couch and plopped you down, but immediately stilled after smoke began curling from his wrists.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing.”

You look at him incredulously, but his lids are lowered at you as he smokes a blunt. And so you exhale in annoyance and run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes to avoid looking into his unnerving glacial eyes.

It’s too bad you don’t see the big red hearts in them that break when you turn away from him.

You’re just so pretty, how can you expect him not to stare?

He tries to get you to do weird things too when you guys are alone and he’s not plowing you into the mattress.

Once on a cool winter night a majority of the League was out hunting for recruits. Dabi, you, and Spinner had done your quotas already-or,rather, Dabi had yanked you by your wrist alongside him through the dark alleyways, growling at you to “Keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking. If I see you looking at any one of these trash kindlings I’ll burn the whole alley up and force you to watch”.

And so while the rest of the party was out, Spinner had mumbled something about needing to take a piss with a pointed glare from Dabi and you were left alone again with your...boyfriend?

He sits down on the crumbling leather and gives you a once over, not saying anything.

You fidget in place, thinking he was going to make you give him another slutty show.

Moments pass, and he snaps, “Well?”

“W-well what?”

“Are you just gonna stand there like some braindead bitch? Sit down.” He leers at you.

You drop into the loveseat at the other end, looking down at your lap. You can’t see his expression, but he scoffs in disbelief.

“Are you actually slow? Get the fuck over here, it’s cold as shit.”

And so you scooch over to him regrettably, knees touching with his as you squirm.

He leans forward and turns to face you, reaching out a hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He notices you trembling and squeezing your eyes shut, so he stops midway.

He sits back again and as soon as you feel his presence retreat you let out our breath.

It hurts his heart to hear it.

You solely turn to face him when he doesn’t say anything, and he points to one of the grimy blankets strewn over the side of the tv. He grunts, and you catch his drift.

You get up to retrieve it, and hear his gravelly voice. “Get the remote too.”

When both items are brought back, Dabi snatches the blanket from you and drapes it over himself contentedly.

What am I, an errand girl?

He tosses the remote at you to your surprise, and you look at him with raised eyebrows.

He props his cheek against a fist and stares briefly at the tv.

You take your chances and press the on button on the remote.

The ancient monitor comes to life, and it takes a few minutes of scrolling through the channels and glancing at Dabi’s face to decide the appropriate one to watch. You settle on some old slasher finally after seeing the scowl on his face lessen at the sight of a rusted blade chopping through some guy’s shoulders.

It’s weird to be sitting there with your bully-turned-beau, watching a horror flick as if your relationship with him was normal. You’re surprised he hasn’t jumped your bones yet, it’s what he always wants to do these days as if you’re planning on leaving and it’s his last dying wish to fuck you.

But he does nothing except for sit there, gazing at the screen with unblinking eyes, bouncing his knee.

He wants you near him.

What, does he have to spell it out for you? Why do you think he even sat you next to him with a blanket and a shitty movie?

Dabi expected you to snuggle up to him the moment you say back down. It’s rather insulting that you haven’t so far, if he’s being honest. Why would a fire user like him need a blanket to keep warm? That was for you.

And the horror movie? The only reason he allowed you to put it on is because he wanted you to jump, scream, flinch-hell, do something so he can put an arm around you and tease you for being scared!

But you just sit there. Stock-still, like a deer caught in headlights. Hands in your lap, back straight up, it bothers him that you’re not relaxing around him.

“Aren’t you cold?” You jump at the break in silence.

Indeed it is cold, the chilly winter draft seeping through the crumbling foundations of the old bar. But you’d resist, not wanting to know where he was going with this.

“Uh, no, I’m good thanks.”

He looks at you like you’re crazy. “You’re literally shaking cold, doll. Come here.”

You turn to him beseechingly, very much not wanting to prolong this. “Dabi...”

You’re met with an icy glare.

And so you begrudgingly scoot closer to him, barely a few inches away. Gingerly picking up the corner of the blanket, you place it over your lap in a faux effort to warm yourself.

Dabi rolls his eyes when he sees this, and pulls you by your arms to fall against his chest.

You gasp lightly at how warm his torso is, and can’t help the shiver that passes over you.

Unable to stop yourself from chasing the warmth amidst the cold night, you huddle closer to him, pressing your palms against his chest to feel more of his heat.

He looks down at your head and gives the slightest twitch of his lips.

His heart swells, and he hopes you don’t hear how embarrassingly loud it’s pounding against your hands.

You slowly start melting in his hold, shifting your leg up adjoining his to seek out more heat, and it makes his cock twitch slightly. He likes you like this: pliant, easy, comfortable. He just wishes you’d talk more, and with less of that apprehension and fear in your eyes

Some minutes pass, the slasher fic having been ended and changing to a rom-com. Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he saw one of those. It must have been back when he was Touya, back when his mom would bake his favorite cookies and him and Fuyumi-chan and Natsu would chase each other around-

You stir in his arms, mumbling a bit from dozing off. Dabi gazes at you, wondering when the day would be when you bake him his favorite meals, when he gets to chase you around and make you giggle instead of chasing you like prey and making you scream.

He rubs up and down you arms soothingly with hot palms as you murmur and begin to wake up. You sit up from his chest and rub your eyes, yawning widely all the while.

It’s only when you focus on him smirking down at you that you jump back as if you’ve been electrocuted.

His smile drops at that.

You scowl at his proximity, mentally face-palming at how you could’ve been lulled to sleep so easily by this dickhead. It wasn’t even that cold, how could you have warmed up so easily to him?

A blast of icy air seemingly coming from nowhere settled over your bones and you shivered violently, rubbing your arms that were warm a minute ago.

Okay, maybe it was a bit cold. But you’d be damned if you willingly became vulnerable for him any more than you had to.

“Is someone tired?” He teased, his white teeth gleaming with his sickening grin.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed,” you mutter and avert your eyes, getting up to go upstairs.

“Good idea, I think I’ll come too.” You don’t need to turn around to hear the smug laughter in his voice, knowing full well that he was making fun of you.

You grumble and stalk upstairs with him right at your heels. At one point he lifts his gaze just to see your cute ass sashaying side-to-side with every step you took up.

He can’t help himself when he reaches a hand out and squeezes the flesh there, causing you to yelp and shoot up the stairs even faster.

Dabi shakes his head and snickers to himself, beelining after you to his quarters.

It’s a medium size-room, not meant for two people but that doesn’t stop him from cramming you in here every night.

You’re already glowering at his sheets, yanking them back and getting ready to dive in when a sudden thought strikes him.

“Have you eaten yet?” He leans against the door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” Comes your muddled answer from beneath the comforter.

You did not, in fact, eat anything for almost a day and a half. You couldn’t do it, your stomach was constantly in knots from his presence.

“Don’t lie to me,” his nostrils flare and he glares at you.

“I said I ate already.”

“Yeah? When exactly? ‘Cause if I remember right, i haven’t seen you leave my sight for almost 36 hours now, and none of that time includes when you ate.”

You stay silent, fuming underneath the covers. Why the hell was he so concerned about you? It pisses you off that he’s putting up a fake act of caring about you, just so that he feels less guilty about raping you.

He sighs and shifts to open the door. “Stop being such a bratty little shit. You were doing so well earlier, so keep it that way unless you wanna piss me off.”

Dabi turns the knob and takes a step out of the room. “I’ll ask you one last time before I choose myself- what do you wanna eat?”

“Eat shit.”

It’s so faint and muffled, but he hears it. His eyes widen marginally, his jaw clenches and the brass knob under his inflamed palm starts to steam and bubble.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said eat shit!” You throw the covers off and glare at him full on. “Stop pretending like you actually like me, or that you care about me. You’re a crazy fucking rapist, you’re not my father for gods’ sake, so stop trying to be this fake good person!”

The only sound around the room is your soft panting and the squeaking of bubbling metal. Then, it stop.

He steps forward, and speaks softly. “You want me to be the villain so bad?”

Another step forward, and you instinctively retract your legs from the edge of the bed.

“Fine. We’ll play your little game. You’re not leaving this room until I say so, or eating until I give you permission, since that’s what you wanted anyways. Wanna act like a stone cold bitch? Be my guest.”

His posture immediately relaxes, and his smug smile returns as he crosses the room to flip onto the bed.

You look at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

He turns over and scrolls through his phone.

There’s no way he’s serious. Is he actually planning on keeping you in this room? You’re already limited to the base as it is with him breathing down your back, no way in hell you’d tolerate even more confinement.

Just to check his bluff, you slowly slip off the bed and pad towards the door, one eye over your shoulder to check that he hadn’t turned around. But the second your hand outreaches for the disfigured blob of cooling metal on the door, a massive wave of blue flames lash out mere inches from your hand and between the knob.

You scream and clutch your hand, leaping backwards.

“What the fuck, Dabi?!”

He says nothing, but continues to smirk at his phone.

You take a deep breath and are about to try to open it again his his raspy voice calls out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. My nursing skills aren’t as good as yours. And even if you do manage to sever your hand and try again, if you leave then I’ll personally make sure Shigaraki withdraws all your missions here on out.”

You pause at that, cursing under your breath. As much as you knew he’d never admit it to your face, your leader needed Dabi for long distance combat. He was the second most powerful member in the group, so his word was scripture after Shigaraki’s himself. He would do anything Dabi would say if it meant keeping him in the League. You, however, were expendable at the end of the day.

Sighing, you trudge your way back to the rickety bed, grumbling under your breath. He says nothing, simply continuing to scroll through his phone as if he didn’t blast hellfire at you seconds before.

Sleep did not come easily. Even after Dabi put his phone away, he didn’t press up against you like he usually did at night. The empty space behind you was growing colder and harder to ignore.

You tossed and turned for a couple minutes, contemplating what to do. Apparently he was serious when he said he wouldn’t let you leave the room until he said so. So when was he gonna give you the all-clear?

Your stomach rumbled loudly, and you winced clutching it. Damn it. If only you had taken up his offer instead of throwing a tantrum.

Finally, after an excruciating 10 minutes more of deafening silence save for your weeping stomach, you cave in.

“Dabi.”

Silence.

“Dabi, you awake?” You prop yourself up on an elbow and peek over his shoulder. His eyes are closed, but his chest is moving too fast for a slumber.

“Look, I’m...I’m sorry I didn’t listen, okay? I should’ve eaten when you told me to.”

Nothing again.

“Hey.” You lightly shake his shoulder, but no response comes from him.

You sigh in frustration, tapping your fingers on the pillowcase. Suddenly, an idea comes to you, but it makes your stomach recoil in disgust and quiet down its grumbling. Desperation is a bitch.

“Can I make it up to you...?”

And finally, he turns around to face you, one cheek propped against his palm, a lazy grin complimenting his salacious gaze.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so earlier doll?”

You grimace in disgust, mixed emotions at your plan working.

“So what exactly did you have in mind, hmm?” He pouts condescendingly down at you, and you grit your teeth before letting him in on it.

“Um, well..I thought maybe I could...um, y’know, like..I wanna, um...” Oh god. This was more embarrassing than you thought. How are you supposed to ask your captor if you can suck his dick? Usually he just took you fighting tooth and nail, you never fully submitted like this before.

And he knows it too, based on the way his eyes gleam in the silver moonlight and shadows of lust cross his face while looking at your wide eyes and bitten bottom lip, your fidgeting fingers showing nothing but needing pure guidance.

But this isn’t supposed to be easy, he doesn’t want you to feel comfortable, he wants you to feel bad and make it up to him.

To give you a little push, however, he gives toga slight hint as he sits up and leans back against the rickety bedrest, folding his arms behind his head.

“So, what’s it gonna be sweetheart? ‘Gonna stare at me like that all night or are you gonna tell me how you’re gonna make this up to me?”

You look up at him, conflicted for a moment before solidifying your resolve. You shyly reach out a hand and touch the outside of his thigh, slowly rubbing and moving it closer up to the tent in his pelvis.

Oh, this is precious.

“What?” He sneers. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. You were pushing me away earlier, but now you wanna suck my dick? Make up your mind, babe.”

You wince and continue, not backing down from his mean comment. You knew he wanted this, he expected this from you. That’s why even though he’s spitting venom from his lips, his hips are bucking up into your hand as you stroke over his member.

Your fingers move nimbly up and down, around and under his thighs and dick, with him softly cursing in the background as he grows harder and harder.

“Stop being a tease and get to sucking. It’s what you were made for, anyways,” Dabi’s low voice comes out from in between little moans.

Your hand shakes a little bit as you fumble with the drawstrings on his pj’s, and he snickers at your inexperience. When you finally free his length, it bounces out like its on fucking hydraulics, precum beading up at the tip, his shaft coated with an intimidation Jacob’s Ladder.

He watches you lick your lips and he groans under his breath. You’re nervous and scared, but he’s wondering whose heart is beating faster right now. The hand which you use to hesitantly start pumping him is so much softer than his own, and even though he’s gotten fairly accustomed to your body and the feel of it, the sensations multiply tenfold when you do it willingly for him.

Dabi has half a mind to shove your head down onto his shaft when he feels like you’re stalling with your hands, however good they feel. He wants to see you sloppy with saliva dribbling down your chin like a baby.

But he waits. As excruciatingly painful as it is, he wants to see what you’re like when you do things at your own pace, and at your own...comfort? If you can even call it that.

Finally, finally after caving in from his silent flower you get the idea to put it in your mouth.

Your face contorts in disgust as you slowly lower your head and latch your lips onto the slippery bulb, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking hard at the tip.

Dabi hisses and juts his hips up into your mouth, furiously chewing at his burnt lower lip as he holds back a pornographic moan. He knows you’d be startled and embarrassed by it, so he refrains...for now.

That doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tell you what to do, though.

“Yeah, just like that. Suck it like an ice-pop. No, don’t use your teeth idiot. And fondle my balls while you’re at it, too.”

Instructions pour into your ears, one after another as you fumble around trying to satiate his needs. You’re clumsy, which makes it even messier and hotter for him. Various fluids coat your hand and the lower half of your face as you work on him, doing exactly what he says. Sucking and kitten-licking the tip, even going so far as to dip your tongue into the crevice of his tiny hole and rapidly lick up the massive amounts of pre bubbling up after doing so, spiraling your tongue down the piercings and on his shaft until you circle around his balls. Your spit helps as lube to slick up his dick as you pump your hand while nursing on his plush balls.

Dabi, of course, has a hand woven through your hair and randomly jerks down on your head when you hit a good spot. You can tell he’s trying his best to hold back from his way his body and arms shake in self restraint, so you know it’s time to finish things up before his control snaps.

You start stroking him even faster, squeezing a little harder when you move up on his tip and massaging his balls. The soft schlick schlick sounds echo throughout the quiet room, the rustling of his sheets as his legs move to their own accord mute the thudding of both your hearts.

You can tell his orgasm is about to come from the way his cheeks puff up and his chest heaves. Pulling away is futile, as the second he sees recognition in your eyes he finally does what he’s been wanting to do, and slams your head all the way down his length.

He starts actually face-fucking you now, all 7 1/2 inches tightly cramming in your throat. You retch and cry out around his dick, trying to pull your head back but he’s not having it; he pounds the back of your canal and you swear you’ll wake up with a bruised esophagus in the morning.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck yes doll, fuck, just a little more, you’re doing so good, my little cumdump huh? You love me, yeah? Of course you do, of course you love your daddy, you’re never gonna leave me you’re gonna stay right here under me like the good little girl you are-“

Filth pours from his mouth as white ropes leave his cock, your already-filled throat flooding with his seed and leaking out of your strained mouth.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he waits for a moment or two, calming his breath down by taking deep inhales in place of his rapid panting. His breath deepens after a minute or two, but he still has an iron grip on the back of your head sealed so tight that the cum is trapped on the inside of your stretched lips.

“Mmmfh!” You cry out and beat at his knee. He finally looks down at focuses on you, squinting and laughing at your predicament.

“Aww what’s wrong, don’t wanna gargle my kids? Would you rather have them someplace else?” He shakes your head back and forth on his softening cock and more seed spills out over your mouth and around his groin.

You painfully pull your head up, and Dabi revels in how you look.

Teary-eyed, your hair a mess, cum and spit coating your mouth like a fucking whore.

You’ve never looked more beautiful to him than you have at that moment.

“Come on, clean me up,” he gestures to the mess on his body, and you grimace.

“Do I have to? I just did what you wanted me to-“

“I thought you were trying to make it up to me?” He raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

You sigh and try to do it quickly, ingesting the vile contents and avoiding his cruel grin.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finish him off and flop down in bed, catching your breath.

“So, was that good enough? Can I go outside now?”

“It’s the middle of the night, where the hell would you go right now?” He fluffs up his pillow and pulls his pants back up, getting ready to actually sleep this time.

“Well, I mean yeah, but...you know what I mean, in the morning you’ll let me go out, right?”

He rolls over to face you, and you can’t decipher what emotion crosses his face as his position blocks out the moonlight. From his body rolled over, the light reflecting off the side of his head would almost make it seem like he had white hair.

“Who said anything about letting you go out?”

You gape at him for a moment, then chuckle nervously. “Come on, don’t freak me out like that. You said that if I made it up to you-“

“I said make it up to me, as in apologize for your bitchy attitude. I didn’t say anything about you leaving. You’re gonna have to do more than a shitty blowjob if you wanna leave this room.”

“Dabi!”

“What? I’m just complying with what you wanted. You didn’t wanna go with me, right? So, I’m playing by your rules.” He says simply, shrugging as if it’s no big deal.

Tears brim up in your eyes. “You’re an asshole.”

“Exactly. Which is why you’re not leaving until I say so.”

You turn over and scoot away from him, ignoring his scoff. But you suppose you couldn’t be too mad, after all.

You don’t know what you were expecting from a villain anyways.

[thefanficmonster]

An Impostor In Love

Sequel to ‘Love For The Faceless’ (’Body Reveal’)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Rae can’t stay mad at her best friends forever. Them being absolutely adorable doesn’t help her ‘pissed off’ act either. Y/N’s outing Corpse like she’s a human lie detector. Corpse is gushing about her every second word that comes out of his mouth. And the rest of the lobby are getting one hell of a kick out of the Among Us romantic comedy - An Impostor In Love

Requested but, once again, not in a typical way. I honestly wasn’t expecting all the positive feedback I got for Love For The Faceless (Body Reveal). I was star-struck! You guys are so amazing I have no words to describe just how much I love you all! Thank you for everything! This story is for all of you 🥰🥰🥰

“Mr. and Mrs. ‘Totally not dating’ have entered the call!“ Sean announces when I hop into the Discord call to play Among Us with the usual gang. I hear Corpse’s laugh from down the hall, bringing a smile to my face.

We’ve gotten used to playing in this arrangement, a few rooms away from each other, ever since we moved in together - Corpse is in his recording room and I am in our shared bedroom. When one dies, they go in the other’s room to troll them. I’m usually the one dead, but that’s besides the point.

“Hi everyone!“ I say in my typical cheery tone before kicking it done a few notches, making it an octave deeper just to say: “Hi Rae.”

The whole lobby laughs, they all know what I’m trying to do here. Everyone’s aware this is the first time Rae is in the same call and lobby as Corpse and I after you-know-which incident. Sure, I’ve been poking sticks at her, waving a white flag and admitting I was wrong several times by now. Who knew my sweetheart best friend could act so cold? I know it’s a front. I know she’s fighting to stay mad. There’s a ton of pressure on her to finally forgive us, but she’s been holding up better than I would be if I were in her situation.

I honestly felt, and still feel, slightly guilty. I know best friends are supposed to tell each other everything. They are supposed to be the first ones to know whatever’s going on in each other’s lives. And I know I broke one of the main rules of friendships, but the decision wasn’t only mine to make. I’m sure she understands where I’m coming from, she’s just giving me and Corpse a hard time.

“Hello, Y/N.” She replies, her tone strictly formal.

“Progress, people! Progress!“ I say joyously, the smile turning into a grin 

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll get her eventually.“ Corpse reassures me as he’s done for the past week or two. He knew I wasn’t as unbothered by Rae’s anger towards me as I tried to appear - a pro and simultaneously a con of living with someone: they pick up on everything about you. You become as familiar to them as the back of their hand.

“I know, I know.“ I giggle, “She’ll cave.“

“Yeah, good luck with that.“ Rae has dropped the formal tone, now sounding like a stubborn child which is something I’m way more familiar with. I’ve dealt with her tantrums and childish outbursts - I don’t know which number it is, but it’s somewhere in the rule book of friendships - and I at least the approximate meaning behind it. 

Ken puts an end to our friendly, stick-poking, sorta one-sided banter, ushering us to start the game. We all oblige, muting our mics and getting our heads in the game as though we’re about to enter an actual warzone with upmost stealth.

To my dismay, the screen flashes ‘Crewmate’. I head out of cafeteria to do my task in Weapons, staying weary of anyone within my proximity. Once I’m done, I head on down to Shields and complete my task there as well. I cringe when I’m done, knowing my last three tasks are in Electrical. Like, the fuck kind of luck do I have?

I make my way through the halls, running into Sykkuno and we circle around each other a few times to show we’re safe before we each continue our own way. I enter Electrical and.....oh Felix is dead. And oh lookie who’s right there...

I report the body before the impostor can and we all unmute our mics.

“Found him in Electrical.“ I say nonchalantly, “Didn’t see anyone in there though.“ 

“Anyone sus?“ Sean asks

We say our ‘no’s and ‘I don’t know’s and skip the vote. I’m smirking to myself as I head back down to Electrical. Walking in, I see the same person as before - Rae. I stop dead in my tracks and we just stare at each other for a few seconds before she comes towards me, circling me twice, bumping visors with me and venting out of the room.

“You’re welcome.“ I mumble, smiling widely.

I finish my tasks and leave Electrical just as Corpse enters our bedroom, giving me this tired-parent look like he’s half disappointed and half amused. “You just threw the game, didn’t you? Don’t lie.” He raises his eyebrows, fully adopting his parent role.

I giggle, shaking my head, sending him the briefest of glances before my eyes fixate on the screen in utter shock - Sean just killed me. Oh, for fuck’s sake...

“I was gonna come clean eventually, but I guess they won’t hear it from me now.“ I shrug, lifting my laptop and setting it aside so Corpse can join me on the bed. I snuggle up to him immediately, drawn to him as though he’s a human magnet.

“Who was it?“ He asks me, running his hands through my hair in a soothing manner.

I frown, pulling away from his chest to look him in the eyes, “Wait, how did you know I threw the game if you don’t know who I threw it for?”

He smirks, shrugging, “I didn’t know. You were smiling downright evilly when I came in so I just assumed.” He boops my nose. “And you ratted yourself out.”

I narrow my eyes at him, blowing some air out my nose - a gesture that has become my only way of showing anger towards him. I literally can’t even voice when I’m upset with him cause the grudge lasts like .5 seconds. I let him get away with more than he should.

Seeing as how I can’t argue to his statement, I lean back into his chest and pull out my phone to pass the time while I pretend to give him the silent treatment. Among my notifications is one for Rae’s stream. I smile and tap it, being taken to her YouTube channel and her live stream.

Just when the stream loads, Rae finds my dead body in Storage.

“Oh, nooooooo! Y/N!“ She wines as she goes over to it, “Sean must’ve killed her.” She reports the body and unmutes herself in game, “The body’s in Storage. I was on my way to call an emergency meeting cause I saw Sean vent in Security.”

“WHAT?!“ Sean exclaims in shock, “I didn’t! Rae’s lying. I swear I didn’t! I wasn’t even in Security!“

“Sean has been following me around this whole time. Just saying.“ Ken joins the discussion, throwing even more suspicion on Sean.

“We gotta vote someone.“ Charlie says, “Might as well be the most sus person at the moment.“

The voting results show all the little astronaut icons on Sean except his which is on Rae. Sean gets launched into space and the game continues. Having muted her mic in-game, Rae speaks up: “Y/N has been avenged. No one kills my best friend.”

I’m staring at my phone screen, eyes wide, eyebrows raised, a huge smile on my face. I take a glance at Corpse out of the corner of my eye and see he’s just as pleasantly surprised as I am.

“For those of you asking if I’m still mad at her and Corpse, the answer’s no. Actually, I think I was never mad. I was just in shock and a little hurt that I wasn’t made aware sooner.“ Rae says as she keeps wandering around the map, “Then I realized not talking to my best friend hurt more than the betrayal, you know. The only reason I still pretend is because it’s really funny to see her trying to soften me up.“ She laughs, “But yeah. I don’t know what I’d do without her or Corpse in my life. I love them both and love them even more together. My best friends are dating, I still can’t wrap my brain around that! They are sooo cute, you guys! I wish they posted more content of them together. I’m literally simping over their relationship! But shh, don’t tell em I said that.”

I laugh, overjoyed by what I just heard. I knew she couldn’t still be mad at us. I know she has every right to be, but she’s too sweet to actually hold a grudge against anyone ever.

I suddenly want nothing more than to give her an enormous hug and hold onto her for as long as she’d let me. I just now realize how lonely it feels to have never hugged your best friend because you haven’t hung out together in person. The only reason Rae now knows what I look like is because I sent her a full body picture of myself as one of my sad attempts to get her to start talking to us again. We have never met in person, and that thought kills me. It makes me impatient for this pandemic to end even more than before. 

“Told you there was nothing to worry about.“ Corpse’s arms tighten their hold on my body, pulling me even closer which I didn’t know was possible. The most fulfilling and endearing feeling - being in the arms of a loved one. Being held so close and so tightly that you feel like you’re untouchable. Like you two can’t be hurt by anything in the world as long as you have each other.

“Yeah, you were right.“ I sigh in content, putting my phone down and covering his hands with mine, our rings clinking quietly when they touch.

“As usual...“ he whispers theatrically with his lips against my hair.

I playfully roll my eyes, catching glimpse of the screen showing Rae’s demise. 

“Oh no, they caught her.“ I say, a bit disappointed she didn’t win and more than a bit responsible for her defeat.

I somehow manage to convince myself to get untangled from Corpse’s embrace and join the new round. I hear him groan as I settle my computer in my lap, unmuting my mic.

“See ya, kitten.“ Corpse kisses my temple, standing up.

“Oh my God, you two are too cute.“ Poki says sweetly, having heard what Corpse said to me.

“SIMP!“ Sean and Felix shout in unison causing the whole lobby to laugh. Corpse is as red as Rae’s avatar as he exists our room, running down the hallway.

“Ok, ok, ok. Hold on. I have to address this. I really hadn’t stepped foot in Security, let alone vented in there. Rae why were you lying?“ Sean’s voice cuts through the teasing directed towards Corpse and I.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Felix speaks up as well, making me break out in a nervous sweat, “Y/N, you literally saw Rae kill me, but you said you didn’t see anyone.“ He laughs, “Not gonna lie, I was a bit pissed.“

The call falls silent for about five seconds until Rae and I speak simultaneously.

“I was avenging Y/N.“

“I was helping Rae.“

Silence follows our statements, not for long though, as our friends break out in amused laughter.

“Fuck’s sake, you two make a good team.“ Sean says through genuine laughter which Rae and I soon join him in.

Felix and Sean and the rest of the lobby forgive us for throwing the game from both the crewmate and impostor’s side and we move onto another round. This time I have only one task in Electrical which I leave for last as always. I don’t feel like dying right from the get-go. I start by doing the card swipe in Admin and then the fuel task in Storage. As I make my way to Upper Engine, Corpse leaves Electrical, falling in step with me. I immediately get nervous, but still make my way to where I’m supposed to go, hoping he’d go his own way eventually. 

I stay wary of my boyfriend as I do my task, praying he won’t take my head off. When the task is finished, I find I’m trapped in the room with the doors shut. And Corpse right there. With every right and opportunity to kill me and vent. No one would know. No one saw us. 

That nervous sweat is back. 

I’m counting my last seconds of being alive.

And it happens...

A body is reported

“Oh than you so so so much! Corpse was gonna kill me in Upper Engine!“ I don’t let the person who reported the body speak, thanking them for my survival. “I was sure I was a goner.“

“Babe, come on now. You know I wouldn’t kill you even if I was an impostor. I love you too much.“ Corpse hurries to defend himself, “I’m following you around to keep you safe.“

I can tell he’s capping, but I have no concrete proof. He knows I’m onto him. His best bet is having me killed by the other impostor. He might have been capping the majority of his defense, but I know he won’t kill me.

“I’ll vote for myself because of that one.“ I mumble

The vote is skipped except the one vote I placed on myself and the round continues. I follow Corpse around the whole time, making sure he’s completing tasks - not that I can be 100% certain he’s actually completing them.

All is well until we walk into Admin and find Felix there, uploading data. Corpse, dead-ass, goes up to him and kills him, reporting the body right afterwards.

“IT’S CORPSE!“ I don’t give him a chance to start his brainwashing of the rest of the players. “Felix, this is my redemption for leaving your death unavenged last round.“

“Yeah, it’s me.“ Corpse laughs, that adorable laugh of his melting me despite the need to stay strong and carry out my argument, “Just vote me out so I can go troll Y/N.“

“Sounds like a plan to me.“ Ken says, the remainder of the crewmates, and the impostor probably, agreeing with him.

The votes are put in, all on Corpse obviously, and he is sent off into space. Not even five seconds later I hear his footsteps approaching. 

I look up when he pops his head in the room and says, “I have come to annoy you to death with my love for you.”

I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. The things this man does to me are insane. It’s insane that I let him. 

It’s amazing, really. We’re amazing.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I pat the spot on the bed next to me, “I’ll allow it. But only cause I love you too.”

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