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shijiujun · 10 months ago

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A Summary: The Spirealm | 致命游戏 (Kaleidoscope of Death 死亡万花筒 Live Action) & Why You Should (Eventually) Watch It

Talk about the most short-lived drama release ever, not even totalling two hours if I recall. Creating this summary as I've seen a handful of confused friends, so here it goes!

It's going to be a long review because I sped through all 78 episodes and only properly watched the first two doors, but I got you. You'll get both the brief book rundown and the drama parts!

If you just wanna see the bromance (LOVE) parts please skip to section 4!!!!

1. Overview

Title: The Spirealm (kinda awful I'm sorry it's a mouthful) or 致命游戏 which means fatal game

Adapted From: Danmei (BL) Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu

Novel Prints: There are GORGEOUS Thai, Vietnamese, Simplified and Traditional Chinese versions printed, AND Singapore publisher Rosmei has signed the license for the ENGLISH version, probably going on sale this year (preview is here). You can still access fan translations by Taida on I think wordpress and someone else on Tumblr sorry bad memory (they did half and half each) if you'd like to read it for context. It is one of my FAVE danmeis EVER and I am a die-hard OG book fan, check out my full danmei review here.

Total Episodes: 78 (20 minutes each with the exception of last episode which 10 minutes, with several BTS not that I think we will get to see all of them yet)

Where to Watch (LOL): Erm considering that iQIYI China AND International took the episodes down, there is no legal way to watch this, BUT thanks to some cnetz with super fast and great wifi, we managed to get ripped HD versions without subs. iQIYI is very hard on copyright though, they've taken down several subbed and unsubbed versions already on YouTube, but you should type the titles of show into Twitter and the top tags will tell you where to access the raws and very little subbed episodes, that may also be taken down at any point. I have the Chinese raws but as it's hosted on a cloud, I had to pay to access it.

Main Characters: Lin Qiushi & Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie (in the novel) and Ling Jiushi & Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie (in the drama)

Produced By: iQIYI so for SURE they won't film it fully BL even if the original is, but I've seen enough bromance cuts

Main Actors: Xia Zhiguang (Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie) + Huang Junjie (Ling Jiushi)

2. Summary

Book (drama follows closely if not removing the supernatural premises): Lin Qiushi, a designer, opens the door to his home one day from inside and sees 12 iron doors outside. Confused, he opens one of them and arrives at a snow covered village in the mid of winter, and meets Ruan Baijie, who's a pretty, unusually tall and whiny/timid woman. They realise that they're in a horrifying door game, and they'll have to find a door and a key to get out, while battling a long-haired, human-eating deity. They, along with a few others, have to survive day after day until they get out, and on the first night, two people have died in gory ways. Ruan Baijie and Lin Qiushi partner each other, and despite seemingly timid and crying all the time, she saves Lin Qiushi a few times mysteriously, and Lin Qiushi finds himself trusting in Ruan Baijie.

They get through the door together and when they leave successfully, Lin Qiushi realizes that the people who died in the door will die in real life by some freak accident too - car accidents, forced suicides, a robbery gone wrong, a lift trapped in the air and going ablaze, and more. That night, Lin Qiushi wakes up to see a super handsome and tall Ruan Nanzhu at his bedside and this man feels familiar to him, but he can't put a finger on it. All he can think of when Ruan Nanzhu says his name is Ruan Baijie (ahem he would later find out who it is of course). Ruan Nanzhu takes him to his mansion in the suburbs where he meets a group of other people just like them, who're forced to go through the doors for survival. Ruan Nanzhu then invites him to join Obsidian, his organization.

Through various doors, Lin Qiushi grows and supports a super intelligent and powerful Ruan Nanzhu, falls in love with him, gets through many many scary doors with him and some of their other team members, makes friends, loses them to the cruelty of the doors as they ponder over what the door means, and what being alive/dying means.

And at the end of it, at the end of of it all, when they're all good and living their life, Lin Qiushi also finds out what Ruan Nanzhu's secret is, and the lengths to which Ruan Nanzhu went to, just to be with him.

Drama: Ling Jiushi is a VR game designer who gets pulled into a game, and he meets Ruan Baijie (in his male form) right off the bat (SO NOT CROSSDRESSING I AM SAD). All the parts are actually the same as the novel, albeit with the game setting and Ling Jiushi and Ruan Nanzhu's identity adjustments to suit the game premise. Most of the other doors and their lines are the same, just that the ending is a bit more confusing than it could be. There's a big bad as well and they actually show the opposing organizations when in the novel, these other organizations aside from Obsidian didn't even actually have a face or goal to them.

3. Characters

^ Them in the book (based on manhua that never got to go live LOL) (RNZ/RBJ left, LQS right)

^ Them in the show (LJS left, RNZ right)

Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie: MY HANDSOME CROSSDRESSING INTELLIGENT ALOOF BUT WHINY (WHEN IT COMES TO LIN QIUSHI) SASSY BOSS!!!! He's super mysterious and super thick-skinned too, and all he wants is Lin Qiushi's attention the moment he meets him. He's intrigued by Lin Qiushi's calm and his brains and the way he handles things, and has a lot of trust for him right from the get-go. This is also shown in the drama itself. As the leader of Obsidian, he cares a lot for his team members and his friends even if he doesn't show it most of the time, and the last thing he wants to do is lose Lin Qiushi, and he would do ANYTHING for Lin Qiushi, ANYTHING!!! Just look at him whining:

Ling Jiushi (Lin Qiushi): In the novel he's super calm, has quite a lot of brains, a little bit of a blur in the beginning but he's super smart as well. Worries a lot for Ruan Nanzhu and is also a loyal friend to some of his only friends, and feels a lot when he loses them. Falls gradually in love with Ruan Nanzhu in the novel, like they just belong together. In this drama, Ling Jiushi holds that same trust for Ruan Nanzhu, but in demeanour he seems a bit more like a klutz and and not as cool as he was in the novel, but I guess it's acceptable. Literally like the only thing he loves more than RNZ (maybe) is his cat Chestnut LOL and RNZ is NOT really happy about that but Chestnut LOVES RNZ

Yixie and Qianli: CUTEST TWINS ;-; WHO TREAT RNZ and LQS as their big brothers LOOK AT THEM BOWING AND RNZ/LJS like parents LMAO

A handful of other characters who will keep turning up and get your hearts ;-;

4. ALL FAVE BROMANCE MOMENTS + TROPES

THEY TOUCH EACH OTHER A LOT LIKE HOLDING HANDS AND TOUCHING FACES, PIGGY BACKING?!?! DID I MENTION FACE TOUCHING

WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP THEY HELP EACH OTHER WHEN HURT OR GET HURT FOR EACH OTHER

AND WHEN THEY WAKE UP IN BED THE OTHER IS AT THEIR BEDSIDE

AND DID I MENTION HE FEEDS HIM IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

AND THAT THEY DATED UNDER THE FIREWORKS LIKE THE NOVEL DOES NOT EVEN HAVE THIS SHIT

AND THE KABEDONS

AND FINALLY RUAN NANZHU RIZZ OMG

5. Settings

They REALLY OUTDID THEMSELVES. THIS JUST FROM DOORS 1-6:

THEY LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THE NOVEL DESCRIBED!!!!

6. Overall Thoughts

PROS: This was NOT a cheap production, I'm telling you, they followed the cases very well and there're a lot of super recognisable lines, if not ALL of them, even if they changed the cases a little. I think they did it because in the novel originally, the author DOES leave a lot of details hanging like someone dies and you know he had a background and there are some shady things happening but the author NEVER actually goes into detail. So the drama did their best to cover these loopholes, even if it felt a little awkward at times. Money went into settings and attires and every damn thing, this looks EXPENSIVE. And if you've ever imagined each door and the bosses inside in your head, you might have felt chills go down your spine because damn did they really colour the book's settings for me (despite its differences). DID I MENTION that Xia Zhiguang really got the damn memo and he was a passable Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie who knew how to turn on his BL eyes. PLUS they really did some of the character deaths really well - they're technically some of the biggest parts of this story so ;-; (not two main of course)

CONS (maybe): They did away with the supernatural/horror premise and replaced it with a GAME premise, which means that there's a scientific element to it and the try to explain away stuff with the game, including the ending. I don't 100% get the ending, but the feel/vibe is about the same. Might not be for hardcore reader fans tho! They skipped out on a couple of doors, some of which were my faves, but it's fine, it's long enough LOL. They give away/explain some of the clues and surprises super early which means you don't get that added boom at the back as well. Despite that, I have to say they tried to round up the loopholes from the book as much as they could and give it an explanation while tying elements/conspiracies across doors (probably also to save cast fees LOL). And as always it's not a solid ending, it's an open confusing one, and even more confusing than the book itself because THERE IS NO CERTAIN HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH HUBBY for it (there is in the book tho, they live together happily every after). Secondl,y, I'd say HJJ's acting is a bit stiff and OOC compared to the novel, but Xia Zhiguang really made up for it.

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HOPE THIS HELPS YOU GUYS!!! But I guess if you need subs it's going to be a long LONGGGG ride, considering that iQIYI doesn't seem to be going to be able to put it up anytime soon CRIES.

#the spirealm #致命游戏 #zhi ming you xi #kaleidoscope of death #kod #kod la #danmei #dangai #bl drama #asianlgbtqdramas #死亡万花筒 #lin qiushi #ling jiushi #ruan nanzhu #xia zhiguang #huang junjie

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months ago

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Mystery of love

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a/n look I am wine drunk and I have thoughts. 🤷‍♀️

summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friend’s party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But that’s the mystery of love.

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It was silly truly. You weren’t big fan of parties. You didn’t ever go out really. In the beginning, it was because people didn’t invite you anywhere. You weren’t the cool kid and nerds, well, they aren’t loved all that much through high school. Then you simply outgrow that phase. Life and real responsibilities caught up with you and now you would rather spend your time at home, curled up with a book than drag yourself home from god knows what parts of the city at odd hours.

But this Friday was different. Your friend and her partner were hosting a shared birthday party. And while you could have excused yourself if it was only her boyfriend's party now that she was also celebrating hers, it meant that you didn’t have it in yourself to lie through gritted teeth. So that’s how you found yourself a homemade pie in hand, flowers beneath your armpit as you waited for someone to open the door.

“Y/n”, a loud squeak made a smile break out on your face, “And with your infamous pie. Matt, she brought the pie I told you about”, Emmy turned back, yelling over the corridor. “Oh, I’m so glad you could make it”, she clasped your upper arm in excitement, “It’s just been me and the guys, need to balance it out, you know”, she chuckled, ushering you inside.

“Everyone this is Y/n, the best friend!”, Emmy skipped into the kitchen, gesturing to you as if you were the prized possession that had to be shown off. You felt your face heating up immediately. You hated being put in a spotlight like that, yet you managed to give an awkward wave. Trying to listen in to all the names shouted around the room. Letting your eyes fall from face to face carelessly. The chances of meeting these people…

Your gaze halted as you did a double take. Bringing your gaze back to those warm chocolate orbs that looked directly at you. It seemed as if everyone had moved on. Bickering about toppings for pizza. But it’s as if you two had been glued, nether managing to look away. “Matt, the boyfriend”, you blinked a couple of times turning your attention to the side. “So the friend finally meets the infamous man”, you chuckled under your breath, leaning into the side hug he was offering. “She talks loads of you, shame I’m only meeting you now”, Matt smiled at you and you quickly returned the gesture, “Trust me, I know awfully a lot about you too”. “Should I be worried?”, he chuckled, eyes falling on Emmy, fighting her way over cheese by the counter. “No, it’s mostly good stuff”, you shrugged, as you both chuckled to yourselves.

While the evening was fun the more the time passed the more the house turned into a frat party. You glanced at your phone for what felt like a thousand times. The location of your apartment was typed into the Uber app almost an hour ago, making you feel like a shit friend since for the most part all you had been thinking about was going home. That and the brown eyes that had followed you through the night.

“Wine?”, you flinched slightly, locking your phone. “Or are you already going somewhere else?”, startled you turned to the voice behind you, ready to give your best excuse only to feel them all die down at the sight of the same brown eyes. You simply turned your glass towards him, while trying to come up with anything proper to say.

“I’m Noah by the way”, he mused tilting the bottle to fill up your glass once more. “Yn”, you muttered. “Oh, I remember”, he smiled up at you, making your cheeks turn crimson even more. “Sorry, just so many people and faces, I’m awful with names”, you whined giving him an apologetic smile. Noah simply shook his head, “Trust me, it’s almost refreshing”. You let his words wash over you as you both fall into silence once more.

“So… Where were you planning to run off to and can I join?”, Noah’s words took by surprise as you turned to him once more. A light chuckle slipped past your lips, “I was planning on going home”, you admitted with a little shrug. “Matt’s cooking not to your liking?”, his words instantly sent panic running through your veins. “Oh, no, no, it was so good. Emmy talks about his food so much and…”, you instantly felt like defending yourself, “Hey, I’m only joking”, Noah cut in, “I didn’t�� Shit did I just get you all worked up over that?”, he ran a hand over his mouth looking at you.

You started at one another for a while before both falling into fits of laughter. “Sorry, shit, it’s been a while”, Noah shook his head. “No, it’s fine, I’m too introverted for this”, you brushed him off, reaching for your glass. “Can I be honest?”, Noah asked, stepping closer so he could stand beside you. You simply nodded, watching him take a sip out of the bottle. “I haven’t been able to look away from you”, he admitted, “Sounds so fucking childish but… There’s something about you”, Noah mussed turning to look at you once again. “Maybe it’s the wine?”, you shrugged, trying to not let his words make your heartbeat pick up. “I was dead ass sober when I first saw you, sweetheart”, he muttered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you tried to keep that smile at bay. His fingers carefully caressed your jaw before brushing over the bottom of your lip. “You would never like me sober”, you mussed pulling back. “And how would you know that?”, he pushed on, determined to keep you close. “I’m nothing like Emmy”, you pointed out, glancing back towards the kitchen where people were dancing around the counter. “Who said that I like girls like Emmy?”, Noah’s words made a shiver run down your back. “Guys always choose girls like her over girls like me”, you chuckled, taking an eager gulp of the wine in your glass. The last thing you needed was to unload years of insecurities onto a stranger.

“Funny, girls only started looking at me now, I was never the first choice”, Noah shrugged making you glance back at him. “Yeah, right”, you snorted, not able to imagine a universe where someone would pass an opportunity to date someone like him. “A strange nerd with a lisp doesn’t rank highly, darling”, he grunted making you frown, “Don’t say that about yourself”, you argued back. “Ah… But you can put yourself down?”, he smirked back at you with that knowing grin.

“Fine, we both are weird. Happy now?”, you shook your head. “Would be happier if you would go on a date with me”, Noah’s words sent another cold shower down your back. You watched him for a heartbeat. He looked like a lover boy. A black hoodie, sweet eyes. That smile. Only the tattoos covering his hands indicated a more dangerous side of him. The side you had a feeling would pull you under. “Very funny, but I’m not falling for this”, you shot him a tight smile, reminding yourself that there wasn’t a universe where a guy like him would fall for a girl like you. “You don’t know me, yet you are putting labels on me”, his hand wrapped around your upper arm as he made you halt in your tracks, “you wound me, sweetheart”, Noah muttered, leaning in.

“And who’s worried about how much you will wound me?”, your words seemed to sober him up in an instant. A frown replaced a smile that was previously there. “Why would I…”, he breathed out. “Thank you for the wine”, you lift your glass slightly towards him, “And for the chat. Tell Matt he’s a wonderful cook”, you cheered him, clicking your glass with the bottle in his hand before turning away from him. Heart beating so fast in your chest, it was making you dizzy.

“Hold on, YN”, you heard his voice as you moved across the room, avoiding contact with people. Quickly lowering your glass onto the nearest table before heading towards the door. You couldn’t look back even if everything in your body screamed for you to. Noah’s voice hunted you till you slipped outside, hurrying towards the gate, hands quickly looking for the first possible Uber.

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x you #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens x reader #bad omens imagine #bad omens x you #bad omens fanfiction

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thedrarrylibrarian · 11 months ago

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Christmas 2023

One of my favorite holiday traditions it to give a book on Christmas Eve. So hopefully in time for you to cozy up before bed, here is my Christmas Eve gift to you - a rec list!

Just the Two of Us by torino10154 (200 words, rated T)

"I can't believe this is our first Christmas, just the two of us," Harry said as he placed the star on top of the Christmas tree.

Christmas Brunch by @drarrily-we-row-along (583 words, rated G)

Draco wanted to host brunch for his parents on the first Christmas in their shared flat. Harry thought that seemed like a great idea.

But the week leading up to it has been a nightmare, Draco is stressed and Harry's losing his mind. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

For Everything a Season by @shealynn88 (1,342 words, rated T)

"Our children are a joy, Harry, but I’m glad it’s just you and me.”

Harry goes soft. “Why’s that?”

“Well, many reasons. But right now, you’re under the mistletoe, and I prefer to take my time, and the children would make an awful racket if they were here to see.”

Draco Malfoy and the Cursed Sweater by @slytherco (1,804 words, rated T)

After falling victim to Harry's stupid prank, Draco finds an unexpected partner in crime.

Underneath the Tree (You'll Find a Piece of Me) by @squintclover (4,435 words, rated M)

Harry and Draco find themselves in a holiday home amongst friends at Christmas. The Secret Santa Hermione has planned is sure to go perfectly. Surely...

Even Children Get Older by @lou-isfake (4,500 words, rated M)

It started with don't wake the baby.

Snow on the Beach by tinaakitten (4,915 words, rated T)

Over multiple Christmas Eves, Harry and Draco find their way back to each other.

Featuring cute Harry Potter obsessed toddler Scorpius.

Deliberate Denial by edaniels0221 (7,244 words, rated G)

Professor Harry Potter can't help but to deny his children's ridiculous notion that he has a crush on the gorgeous new Hogwarts Healer, but as he comes to find out, one can only be in denial about liking Draco bloody Malfoy for so long.

Löyly by @citrusses (10,323 words, rated E)

Somewhere between the steam of a sauna and the icy waters of the Gulf of Finland, Harry heals from a broken engagement and a failed career. Draco Malfoy helps.

25 Additional Scenes for Ain't That the Garden of Eden by @romaine2424 (12,139 words, rated G)

The additional scenes cover missing moments in December, Harry's election, and Inauguration.

Because Cats by @icmezzo (14,589 words, rated T)

Harry has a cat, and Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, and Harry doesn’t. Then Harry has a cat again, but Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, but Harry—OMG HOW WILL IT END.

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w (21,941 words, rated E)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

Be sure to check out @skeptiquewrites wonderful Happy Hour Rec for this fic!

All I Want for Christmas by CaityCatt (36,509 words rated M)

Harry feels like a bit of a grinch at Christmas, but his true love has a plan to change all that.

The Coldest of Days by Anonymous (54,683 words, rated E)

At thirty-one, Harry Potter finally has it all: four incredible children, a naughty Niffler named Penny, and a brilliant boyfriend who has managed to fill the hole in his heart.

But because Harry is Harry, chaos is bound to follow. On a cold December morning, Draco wakes up with no memory of the war, his children, or his life with Harry.

That, and he’s insisting that he’s been thrown fifteen years into the future.

The Art of Thank You Notes by fictionclaw (82,286 words, rated E)

A few years after the war, Harry receives a ministry notice that Draco Malfoy’s house arrest will soon be lifted and that the wand he has kept may be sent to the ministry. He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the wand directly to Malfoy Manor with a note.

But one letter swiftly follows another and Malfoy sneaks his way into Harry's every day life without either of them minding.

Or; Harry and Draco find reasons to write letters to each other and Black heirlooms and family histories are uncovered while they figure out why that is. Lunch dates, careful friendship, confusing feelings and Draco's art included.

I hope that wherever you are, you know you have a place by my fire and a place in my heart. Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and the Happiest of Holiday wishes to all!

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a-fandom-reimagined · 1 year ago

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ALL OF YOU | BRUCE WAYNE X PLUS SIZE GN! READER (FT. ALFRED)

୨୧ type: fluff & angst | word count: 887 | tw: sfw, mentions of bullying but no actual descriptions of what was said or done. please enjoy

→ please note that I don't think I've ever written anything for a gn reader before so if I messed anything up (like how i couldn't figure out what the gn alternative for master/miss is) I apologize

requested: omg okay, idk if you would want to write this but; since i can't find ANY battinson x plus size reader stuff, could i request a battinson x gn plus size reader where bruce discovers his partner being insecure about themselves and tries to cheer them up? this would be angst mixed with fluff if that's okay with you :>

Everything is fine, you told yourself.

The limo pulled away from the curb merging into early morning rush hour. The annual Wayne Foundation Ball had ran hours longer than you'd intended. And as host, you couldn’t leave early. No matter how much you'd wanted to. You relaxed into your lover's embrace, drinking in his cologne. Basking in his warmth. It was the most relaxed you'd felt all evening.

You were almost asleep when Bruce's voice dragged you back to reality. "What's wrong?"

You opened your eyes. "Nothing." You couldn't even manage a smile to better sell the lie.

Tonight was supposed to be your night. And they took it from you…

Bruce frowned. "Don't lie to me. We're better than that."

You were better than that. And now you had shame to add to the long list of emotions weighing you down.

They were just words. Everything is fine.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck. You didn't want to talk about it. Not with him. But you couldn't lie to him either.

Your fiancé kissed the top of your head, hugging you tighter. "Talk to me. Did someone hurt you? Did something happen?"

"It doesn't matter. It's not important."

"It's bothering you so it does matter and it is important. You've been talking non-stop about this Gala. You've been planning it for months. What happened?"

You pulled back to wet eyes and a broken smile. Bruce's jaw ticked, his expression chillingly blank. Bruce usually kept this side of himself hidden away from you. Was this the version of him that went out to hunt bad guys every night? Or was this just a small sliver of him?

"Sir, not to interrupt but would you like me to turn the car around?"

You'd forgotten the partition was down. Alfred's voice was low and clipped. Almost unrecognizable from the sassy, well-mannered man who'd been like a father to you over the past four years.

"I'll let you know." answered Bruce before returning his attention to you. "Please." he said softly.

You shook your head. "It's so silly. They were just words."

"What did they say? Who said it?"

You sighed heavily. He wasn't going to let this go. And it was stupid of you to try to hide it from him. The World's Greatest Detective… The World's Most Attentive Fiancé was more like it. "The…people at the gala were mean to me," you admitted in a small broken voice. You hated the way you sounded. You hated even more that you'd let it get to you. "There. I told you. They were mean to me tonight and they said awful things about my weight, how much I ate at dinner. One woman gave some diet pills she swears by in the bathroom. It shouldn't bother me. It's not like I haven't experienced this before. I am a plus-sized person, I know that but…I don't know. These people gather every year to give away exorbitant amounts of money to make Gotham a better, safer place to live. I don't know, I guess I just expected better. Dumb, I know."

"It's not dumb."

"But it is! Bruce, you put on a mask every night and go face down real villains. Real villains that cause real pain with real weapons."

Bruce's jaw dropped. It took a lot to shock him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything because they're just words, Bruce, not bullets! And I let them get to me. I've been miserable all night. That's why you caught me in the hallway tonight. I didn't get lost, I just got down crying in a broom closet and I was walking around and waiting for my eyedrops to kick in and hide the redness! Now, can we please just drop it and forget that this ever happened?"

"No we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you feel like you can't confide in me just because of who I am and what I do at night. They're not just words, Y/N these people bullied you. You worked your ass off to make this Gala the success it was. We've never raised this much money in a single night before and it was because of you. Y/N I don't care how minor or unimportant you think it is. You don't have to get roundhouse kicked into a dumpster for your feelings to be valid."

You swallowed a laugh. "When in the world did you get roundhouse kicked into a dumpster?"

Bruce smiles. "That's the point. The point is your feelings are valid. And you can come to me with any of them."

"And I as well, *[Master/Miss] Y/N."

You breathed easy for the first time that night, And smiled for the first time that night. "Thank you. Both of you."

Bruce smiled back, pressing his forehead to yours. "Feel better?"

You nodded.

"Good. Because you're going to tell me the name of everyone who bothered you tonight. And then Batman is going to toilet paper their house and slash their fucking tires."

You barked out a laugh.

Bruce pulled you even closer leaving a trail of kisses from your temple to your collarbone. "You're perfect just the way you are, my heart. All of you."

REQUESTED! | REQUESTS: ALWAYS OPEN | REBLOG DON’T REPOST | MASTERLIST

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 1 year ago

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Hollywood’s angel pt.2

part 1

nav // masterlist

Things to Know : Alastor x reader, 1920's, New Orleans, singer!reader, radio host!Alastor. Mentions of alcohol use, swearing, mentions of drugs, small civil conflict, mentions of death, mentions of a bar, drinking. Human! Alastor! White Headcannoned reader, Fem!Reader

" Ahh there it is. Hello dear!" The man called, before I turned around in my seat to see a tall man holding a box full of vinyls. " Don't mind this, it's just lots of old music." He said, setting the box down a few feet away from the table. From where I was sitting, I could see a few of the records and what not. “ I’m in the process of organizing my little closet back there.” He said as he dusted his pants off, and it was then I took in his appearance.

He was quite tall, his caramel skin complimented by the shades of blue in hit outfit. His black button up with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He had black suspenders with black dress pants, and matching black shoes. He had a black and blue tie, with large circular glasses and a messy head of brunette hair. I smiled as he fixed his shirt, taking his time to brush over every area.

“ You have quite the collection there.” I said with a smile, before finally he looked at me. His eyes were just as dark as his hair, matching perfectly and beautifully so. He smiled, nervously as he wiped his hands onto his pants, now seeming antsy.

“ W-well, I’ve always loved music, I presume that’s why your here, well why I asked for you to be here, not in a weird way but-“ He began to say, words spilling mindlessly from him. I giggled and stood, walking over to where he stood beside the box. He straightened almost instantly. I smiled before staring down at the box. He was a lot taller than I was, however he seemed as nervous as a bee being towered by a bear.

“ I’m happy to be here. Do you mind if I look at some?” I asked, gesturing to the records. He shook his head instantly, smiling and waving his hands.

“ Please do what you like, um, would you like anything to drink?” He asked as he made his way to a small little table as I bent down to pick up a vinyl. It was an older one, I had never seen it before.

“ Oh, I’ll have some tea if you don’t mind. Black tea.” I said as I turned the vinyl over to look at the back. It was oddly clean as I picked it up, he seemed to keep them in good condition.

" Here you go." He said, before I turned as I set the record player back into the box. I took the cup from him and nodded in thanks.

" Nice collection you have there." I said as I watched him sit in his chair, pressing a few buttons and adjusting a few things. He smiled upon my comment.

I sat across from him as I adjusted the microphone in front of me. It was polished perfectly, so much so I could actually see myself a bit in it.

" Thank you, some were my mothers. I keep them to play here sometimes when she comes to visit me." He said, and I smiled in awe.

" That's really sweet of you to do that for her." I said. He smiled before looking down at his watch.

" We have five minutes. I have a few things to ask but other than that it'll just be us talking. How does that sound?" He asked me with a smile. He seemed to always be smiling, though that wasn't a bad thing. It was good for someone to bring up the energy every once and a while.

“ That sounds lovely.” I say with a smile just as wide as his.

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“ Here’s to Y/n’s biggest selling record!” My manager said, holding up a cup of alcohol, as everyone else raised their glass too. I smiled, thankful for the support on the music and all the promoting my manager had been doing.

“ Thank you all so much for coming tonight. The band and I really appreciate it.” I said, tapping my cup with another woman’s, likely the partner of another.

“ I hope you all enjoy the party.” My manager said, as I stood around for a bit with my manager. We began to chit chat for a bit, discussing the next few places i would be going too. However, a few minutes into our conversation, it seemed the guests had all but ran to the doorway upon a special entrance. Entering the door was a man named Carl Ellis, and behind him were several other big names. But, what surprised me the most was a familiar face, one that seemed to be stuck in the shadow of Carl. Alastor.

Everyone began to snap photographs and ask questions with a pen pad out. The men make they’re way to the bar, sitting down and speaking with one another. On the far side of the bar is Alastor, by himself, sitting in a section with the words ‘Colored’ above. He was quite, spiriting a wide smile on his face despite getting looks from the white reporters. It wasn’t every day a colored man walked into a white establishment.

“Why don’t you go talk to Carl, hm?” My manager suggested. But I had other plans.

Carl and I had met before, he had asked to take me to dinner. I declined and he refused to take no for an answer, asking what right I had to refuse him. Well, I knew I had just about every right.

Walking up to the bar, I could see one of the men point to me, and at this he turned in his seat eyes wide and sparkling, anticipated watching me walk over. I smiled to them all, getting close enough for them to scoot over, before I continued walking past them.

‘I could get killed for this.’ I think, watching as Carl’s face falls as he watches me walk to the ‘colored’ section. I smile to Alastor and order a drink, sitting next to him. His grin turns wider, shifting in his seat to face me better.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here.” I say politely as my drink is placed in front of me. He laughs, pushing his skeeters farther up his nose.

“Well, I didn’t think you would sit with me either. I presume we’re both impressed tonight.” He says smiling, before leaning closer to me. “ You really shouldn’t be over here, this isn’t your section, you know.” He says, eyeing the reporters and photographers. I shrug and take a sip of my drink.

“It doesn’t matter where I shouldn’t be, what matters is where I am,” I say, feeling the burn of the alcohol in my throat. “ And I believe right now, I’m here with you. So let’s focus on that.” I say with a smile, ignoring the way I hear Carl curse at us from the other side of the bar. The two bartenders, one for the white and one for the colored, stare at each other with a somewhat challenging stare.

“Y/n why dont you sit with us?” Carl calls from the other end. I look over my shoulder for a minute, before smiling.

“No, I think I’m alright here.” I say, before turning back to face Alastor.

“Well, I assume congratulations are in order.” He says, tapping his glass with mine. I smile widely at this while his eyes study me, as if waiting for my reaction, though I’m not sure what too.

“Oh thank you so much, I was quite nervous truly.” I explain, taking another sip. He shakes his head with a hearty laugh before he finishes his own drink.

“I don’t see why. You’re what, America’s Sweetheart right now aren’t you? I’m sure the people would love anything you’d do.” Alastor explains with a fond smile, though there’s something else behind those eyes I can’t pick up.

“Oh please, you flatter me too much.” I say, before noticing his watch, and how pretty the gears are. “ Oh my, you watch is beautiful.” I say, and he looks down to it.

“Oh please no, this is far older than me.” He says with a laugh, before the bartender comes back over to take Alastor’s glass.

“Oh excuse me,” I say to the man, and he turns almost shocked to see me. “I’ll have whatever he’s having.” I say politely with a smile, and he takes my drink with a nod. “Thank you!” I call as he walks away, before Alastor smiles.

“Well, you are careless.” Alastor says, fixing his skeeters.

“Why do you say that?” I ask with fake hurt, placing my hand over my chest.

“Giving your drink to a colored man? You don’t suppose he’d poison it?” Alastor jokes and I shake my head.

“If it was that concerning I wouldn’t let any man serve me a drink, regardless of color.” I say just as our drinks are placed back down in front of us. Before I could take a sip of my drink, lights began to flash and names were being shouted, slurs to be specific. Alastor still kept his smile, instead moving to fix his vest, reaching behind him to grab his coat, and standing to put it on.

“I’m truly sorry, but I believe I need a moment, some fresh air would do me good.” Alastor said, straightening his coat before pushing through the crowd to head out. I sat there, drink in hand stunned as the cameras began to blind me. Questions and names were being shouted, both at him and me. Some were calling me a ‘traitor’.

“Why don’t we get you a proper drink?” Carl asked, his handkerchief coming in contact with my glass to take it away from me. I was stunned, almost fozen, my eyes trained on where Alastor had walked through.

What a night.

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sugarywishes · 3 months ago

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A more lighthearted question (hopefully) than the last few I have asked: What is the most positive memory of each member of the Afton Family? I suppose I can ask which is the most negative as well (?), although I fear they might be spoiled for choice there. XD

LOL 😭 they definitely have a lot of options for least favorite memory. As always, answers are listed below! (This one is EXTRA LONG for lore)

Positive/Negative Memories: William Afton (old people first!)

- As expected from this bastard, most of his happiest memories usually don't involve his family (I mean it's not like he has a lot of happy times anyway!) But the ones he does have always have Evan in them. As I said in his character intro post, despite his extremely abusive and cruel behavior, he still had 'tenderness' for his family (uh, in his own way). Not to mention, he heavily relates to Evan's circumstances of being outcasted and othered. So any 'bonding' he had with him made him happy.

- (The birth of the twins also kinda counts? They were actually planned, unlike Mike LMAO. And William loves when things go according to plan, no surprises for him, thank you.)

- He also really enjoyed leaving England, cause yk. IT'S ENGLAND!! AND HE LEFT FOR THE U.S.A. AKA THE RIGHT CHOICE RAHHH 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸

- Also (eventually) killing children!! Jesus dude get a therapist 😰😰

- As for negative memories (I assume you're also allowing memories that don't involve his family) there is a TON.

- From his childhood days at the orphanage in England, to his college years finding out Clara got pregnant and basically forcing himself to get married to her, to Evan's death, then his business partner/friend firing him and then getting springlocked! Crazy. I know.

- Also I'm not sure if this fully counts as a 'William' memory since it's Springtrap. But he absolutely hated being Springtrap AND Scraptrap. (He totally enjoyed being a little glitch in the system though 👀)

Positive/Negative Memories: Clara Afton (puts the desperate in 'desperate housewives')

- Her happiest memories usually came from her ballet days (she probably could've gone pro)

- And from Mike! Despite her un-fun living situation she had while living as an Afton, she cherished Michael and truly believed he's kept her going. (Depressingly getting pregnant with Liz and Evan was not a good memory, she didn't really get good memories with them at all ☹️)

- Going to college, she was in her girl boss era

- For the most negative memories, meeting William first off. She only vaguely knew him from one of her classes and even then she never talked to him. She got invited to a party hosted by Henry, got drunk, and uh,,, 💀💀 got pregnant. She got heavy pressure from her family and friends, telling her not to have a baby out of wedlock, so she also forced herself to get married to William kinda hoping that maybe something could spark between them. (Whelp, so much for hoping!)

- And speaking of her family, she didn't have good memories with them either. They were a pretty traditional family (and by that I mean they were like 'women are suppose to get married and take care of the children' kind of traditional.) So she defied their orders and went off to college to pursue her dreams of becoming a ballerina! (And then she did end up as a housewife, aw man :( )

- She didn't look back at Evan's death very fondly...

- She also didn't like being Ballora.

Positive/Negative Memories: Michael Afton (okay I'm running out of stupid jokes)

- Anytime he had when he was younger (not including his bullying days), William didn't really mind him, so it left him a ton of time to hang out with his mom! (When he got older, William became a lot more abusive)

- Also with school. Unlike his dad or brother, he actually managed to make friends pretty easily and became kinda popular. He had a ton of freedom to do anything he wanted (Like ditch classes and smoke or whatever teens in the 80s did) Of course he would usually get in trouble but he didn't really care about that.

- This applies only to his younger self, but he found a sick amusement in bullying his brother and bullying in general. He was dealing with a very troubling home life which explains why he did that shit, but it should never be an excuse. He liked having some sort of power in his life where he usually didn't have much at all.

- Hanging out with Jeremy. He was basically Mike's only true friend in the end.

- Also, finally defeating his father in FNAF 6. It finally marked the end of the Aftons. (Yk until they came back for the Security Breach section of my rewrite/AUs 💀💀)

- Anytime with his father. I guess one would know why.

- Killing Evan. It finally gave him an awakening moment and made him realize what he's been doing all his life to his brother was horrible. It also ruined his and his family's life.

- Elizabeth's disappearance. And his mom's.

- Also when he got scooped and worn as a suit by Ennard. Would not be a very nice feeling. In fact anytime in his childhood from before he redeemed himself was horrible.

- Finding out William was a serial killer. It didn't shock him of course but still!!

- (This only applies to the PBTA AU, but coming back as Glamrock Freddy, he basically didn't move on because his life mission of killing William wasn't complete so he got stuck possessing my boy Fred)

Positive/Negative Memories: Elizabeth Afton

- Any interaction with her father. She really just wanted his attention in the end :(

- She loved playing with Charlie, they were besties after all!

- She also enjoyed any time with Mike, he didn't really bully her like he did Evan and more teased her like how normal siblings should treat eachother. Regardless she liked hanging out with him too

- Going back to the real world after possessing Mike's body, it was ages since she last seen anything that wasn't that horrible underground hell.

- Seeing her dad one more time before dying in the FNAF 6 fire. (Reminder that she didn't have any idea abt him being straight up evil)

- Anytime she had to spend time with Clara. She didn't care for her and neither did her mom in her eyes.

- Before their 10th birthday she wouldn't really say she had any remarkable memories involving Evan, but afterwards she hated thinking about him. But still she became devastated by his death.

- Not being able to go to school, she missed hanging out with Charlie. She also hated how her schoolmates started acting weirdly around her after Evan's death.

- Dying. She hated that too, she absolutely *hated* finding out she was stuck underground. Rotting away in that place alone absolutely haunted her.

- She also hated being kicked out of Ennard.

- Finding out that her dad was a horrible person.

Positive/Negative Memories: Evan Afton (does bro even have positive memories??)

- Surprisingly enough, he has a few!

- Anytime with his father. Remember he was being manipulated and shit but still, William comforted and loved him in a world where people thought of him as a freak.

- Fredbear, he loved that toy with all his heart. In fact he loved all his toys and plushies and stuff, they were his friends and he believed that 🤧🤧 (Well not like he had much of a choice, he didn't have human friends)

- He also liked being home while his siblings were off at school, Mike and Liz have a strict 'don't go into my room' policy, so of course Evan was super curious and often broke into their rooms to use their things. He loved playing with Liz's toys and drawing in her unused coloring books and loved playing with Mike's old toys and reading his comics.

- Also, Charlie! She wasn't exactly his friend but it's not like they hated eachother at all. Neutral memories are positive in his mind, at least he didn't cry during those.

- Oh boy. Where do we start for negative memories?

- His entire life. I guess? Being unknownly manipulated by your dad your whole life, being bullied by your brother (and eventually sister, although it's not like you bonded well with her anyway), usually not acknowledged by your mom, totally sucks. And also dying and still being mistreated after death.

- His school days didn't fare much better! Being bullied and ostracized constantly and having staff turn a blind eye everyday. Until eventually he fought back and that's when they stepped in, to punish him for not wanting to deal with the abuse anymore and letting his bullies get away with it.

- He also didn't like getting pulled from school and locked away in his house constantly. It's not like he liked going outside anyway, but this made his paranoia and anxiety worse.

- anything with animatronics, his fear developed from seeing William accidentally get springlocked and almost dying when he was younger. Now he thinks any and all robots will eat him and kill him.

- Being undead. Hey! Maybe dying and being trapped as a robot is traumatizing!

- This only applies to the PBTA AU, but coming back from the dead. His afterlife already sucked you don't have to bring him back to possess Gregory as a vessel, William 🤦🤦

Uh, I don't really think I listed enough, maybe adding 300 more words will do the trick!! /j, hope you enjoy the very long response! (I'm not sure if I did properly answer your question, I think I just used it as an excuse to lore dump again 😭😭)

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 1 year ago

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Greek Tragedy

A/N: I got this idea today and spent hours just writing this. Frat boy Steve is just such an interesting character and honestly, I think I might do more one-shot, small stories with him depending on the reception of this story. Hope you guys enjoy! Pairing: Frat!Steve Rogers x F!Reader Word count: 6,017 words Warnings: Groping/sexual assault (big trigger), swearing, mentions of hazing, alcohol

Summary: Steve's fraternity takes everything seriously (as they should). They don't mess around with anything happening to any girl on their watch. But what happens when a girl in a sorority they're close with, who happens to be the one Steve watches over, finds herself in an extremely drastic, upsetting situation?

Steve didn’t really want to be here. But he also understood the deeper importance of this whole operation set up by a group under risk management. No one here wanted any girl to get hurt, let alone one in the sorority they happened to partner with the most. A girl getting hurt at the frat party they hosted because there weren’t more precautions was Greek life suicide. It was practically a frat digging their own hole, six feet deep.

“Rogers you’re on-“

“Y/N.” He finished before Sam could finish his own sentence. It was the same girl for every event, something that he had grown fond of the more he had gotten to know you. Not that you really needed him, the feisty little thing you were. Most of the time when a “problem” came up (AKA a random guy harassing you) you stood up for yourself with ease. Quick remarks and a heavily judgmental face were all you needed to fend off most guys.

His fondness of you would have not been known, however, if it wasn’t for Bucky in the corner with a smirk on his face staring at Steve, and in return guys around him catching on with small smiles at Steve. He really had to hold back a eye roll, knowing that would only entertain them more.

“Again, if you need to go do something where you can’t see the girl you’re assigned to, you ask another brother. Got it?” Everyone replied with a simple “got it” somewhat out of sequence. “Now don’t fuck up tonight. Some of you have gotten way too close to losing a girl. Don’t let it happen.” Everyone nodded. “Meeting adjourned.”

Steve got up similarly with Sam, gathering up the papers that outlined this meeting. Bucky made his way over, filing through the various guys either talking, heading towards the door, or up to their rooms. Despite the whole idea of “brotherhood” no one ever thought of helping Sam and Steve clean up after these, excluding Bucky. “You guys ready for tonight?” Bucky asked. Sam was quick to speak up.

“Never.” He replied, “I swear if I see one more drunk girl on our porch sobbing over her ex-boyfriend I’m going to resign.” Steve chuckled. “Hey, don’t be laughing when you always get the easy one to deal with.”

“Yeah, Y/N actually helps those girls. Makes our lives easier.”

Steve could recall many times you happened to be at their parties, walking outside to get a breath of fresh air. You were always overwhelmingly kind to the pledges they had on “this door is not an entrance duty”, sometimes even aiding them in telling guys to fuck off. Then you would inevitably see a girl on the ground crying her heart out, and not only offer your time but usually your lap to let her cry into. Steve recalls one time when you actually got thrown up on by another one of your sorority sisters who was going through an awful breakup with a guy who didn’t deserve to see the light of day after all the shit he pulled on her. That ended with you in his room with a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts on.

“Thanks again, Steve.” You said with a smile so big it gave away any indication of soberness. “These sweatpants are very comfy.” He smiled softly back at you.

“Any time.” He replied, “I wasn’t gonna have you walking around in those clothes.” You nodded at him.

“Could I stay up here for another minute or two?” You asked, “I don’t mean to intrude but I’m kinda overwhelmed with downstairs-“ He nodded before you could even finish your sentence. His room happened to be incredibly well kept for a frat guy, especially since it actually smelled decent. A made bed, clean desk, the only clutter were the piles of text books stacked in a corner and a couple different papers here and there.

“Of course.” He replied quickly. You nodded back, “Do you need water or anything?”

“A water would be great actually if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course not,” He smiled, “I’ll be right back, stay put sweetheart.”

It was the sweetheart that really took your breath away. I mean, Steve had always been the type that was just pure eye candy. Every girl left and right at least acknowledged that they would like to have something with him through small moments when their eyes laser-focused on him. Some even being drawn closer to where he stood, typically near a wall talking to Bucky or Sam with a drink in his hand. But here he was acknowledging some form of admiration towards little old you. The girl who was found at parties and was secretly looking at guys, but was too busy with her friends to realize it wasn’t that they didn’t like her back, she just never gave any signals.

That night ended up with the two of you staying in his room and talking until the early morning hours when you finally declared that you needed to go back to your apartment, especially while your roommates were flooding your phone with every form of communication to make sure you were okay. Steve was quick to order you a car and pay for it, even after offering to have you stay in his bed and he would take the couch. But you were sobering up and knew going home was a better option. Sleeping in the bed of the guy you happened to really like was enticing, but far too quick for you.

“How many guys do we think we’ll let in tonight?” Bucky asked. He happened to pretty consistently be on entrance duty, considering he could quickly put on a harsh and powering demeanor to tell guys to leave and never come back if he needed to.

“Hopefully not many,” Sam replied with a sigh, “Let in any guy that you know, and depending on how many girls we have, let in a couple more. But you already know the ratio.” “75 to 25.” Bucky smiled a bit, leaning against the doorframe to the chapter room.

Steve was placing the final folding chairs in the closet of the room, the key in his pocket ready to lock up. “You sure you doing alright?” He heard Bucky come up behind him. It just happened that Bucky knew Steve better than he knew himself at times, a blessing and curse the two of them had learned to live with through their years together.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, grabbing the key from his pocket and turning it in the lock. Giving it one solid pull and the door not budging, Steve placed the key back in his pocket and began walking towards the stairs, Bucky right next to him.

“Ya sure? You seem a little nervous.” Steve held back a scoff that would have worked on anyone else, but not Bucky.

“Not sure nervous is the right word.” Steve countered, checking the time quickly on his watch. Two hours til doors opened.

“About Y/N?” Bucky asked. Steve sighed.

“She’s-“ He began, stopping himself as his thoughts were running in all different directions. “Buck, you know I’m not good with women.”

“Yeah, and you’re into a girl who doesn’t think she’s good with men.” He softly chuckled, Steve scrunching his eyebrows. “Trust me, I’ve talked to enough of the girls when they’re drunk and I’ve heard all about her drunk thoughts. She has no confidence with men.”

“She’s stunning.”

“I know, but women get called ugly once and it’s all over, man.” Bucky explained as the two began to head up the stairs, “Just be genuine, not over pushy, just nice and respectful. She thinks any attractive guy that talks to her is doing it as a joke.”

“She seems so confident.”

“She is until it comes to men.” Bucky said, “Trust me on this, I’ve had three different drunk girls in that sorority tell me the same thing. But they’ve also told me she’s super into you. Take that for what you will.” He left down the hall towards his own room with a smile.

Steve had his eyes on you from the moment you walked in. Fashionably late as always, and clearly having pregamed a decent bit, or else you wouldn’t be dancing so freely and up against a friend like no one was watching. He was hoping no one was, but him.

That damn tight crop top really pushed your breasts up to a point where he questioned if one wrong move would even hold them in. And the tight shorts that shaped your figure perfectly left just enough distance covered on your upper things to wonder how they looked underneath. Your makeup was consistent and natural, except for your eyeshadow which you always put glitter on. By the end of the night your mascara would be smudged and lipstick nonexistent, and even then you made that look curated and like you were made for it.

“You gonna go talk to her or keep staring?” Sam came up with a smile, drunkenly dancing his way through the crowd. For a fraternity president, he was oddly charismatic to everyone and hadn’t established a superiority complex over the title. Steve gave him an eyeing glance.

“Letting her have her fun.” He justified.

“Hm.” Sam questioningly asked looking back at her, drawing Steve’s attention back to you as well. There was a guy clearly trying to dance with you, nearing a desperate level. You didn’t really notice until he got a little too close, which resulted in him getting a really passive aggressive look from you of pure silent judgement that was borderline screaming at him. Steve let it be. If he touched you, then it would be a problem. But Steve knew you could handle yourself, very well actually.

Sam trusted Steve, more than any other guy here. Even Bucky, who would occasionally let his guard down if a pretty enough girl came up to him. But Steve- he would completely ignore the prettiest girl in the world if it meant someone else was in trouble.

You weren’t really sure which drink you were on, but at this point you didn’t really care. The mediocre tasting seltzer in your hand had the after taste of gasoline, but it was making you feel even better than before, which was enough justification for your already intoxicated mind and body to keep drinking them. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Steve against one of the walls talking to Sam. You turned more towards that way to observe them. Steve’s tight dark blue shirt and jeans were making your mind react in only instinctual ways. A blush crept on your face making it even more red on top of your makeup and the heat from dancing shoulder to shoulder with other people. Your thighs tightened together as you bit the inside of your cheek.

But Steve Rogers was way out of your league. Whether you were drunk or sober, you knew you were simply not pretty enough to get him. Well, that’s at least what your mind was convincing you. All your friends always gawked over how gorgeous you were, and how you could pull him. But the ghost of ugly girls pasts kept you from advancing in the realm of Steve Rogers and stayed at bay with the weird barely friendship you two had established.

Besides, most guys just wanted to fuck you once and leave. Not that Steve seemed the type to do that, but you couldn’t tell nowadays with the number of guys who had said no to you after disclosing you wanted more than just sex.

“Babe!” You heard one of your friends shouting over the music. You turned to her, “Let’s get another drink!” Pulled out of your trance you nodded, grabbing her hand and weaving your way through the crevices between sweaty bodies dancing like no one was around them. You patiently waited in the line for the bar still swaying your hips back and forth to the fading music, mouthing the words you knew in the song.

A hand on your shoulder pulled you away from the mind-lifting music and into a face-to-face situation with a guy you had already dealt with tonight. Clearly, your glaring at him wasn’t enough for him to acknowledge that you had no interest in him. “What do you want?” You asked with an annoyed expression, your tone of voice accenting that.

“Damn, why are you being so mean?” He asked, “I’m just interested in you, why’re you in such a bad mood, baby?” You got a large amount of ick from the conversation alone, but the detail of ‘baby’ only set your annoyance off even more. “I don’t owe it to be nice to a guy I’ve never met,” You explained, “Let alone one who I’m not attracted to. At all.” You made it very clear. “Now if you’ll excuse me-“

“What, you got a boyfriend or something?” He snarked back, getting closer to you.

“Like that’s any of your business.” You countered, “Now fuck off because you’re not getting anything out of me, ever. I wish you luck on finding any pussy tonight, you’re definitely going to need it.” You didn’t even notice the crowd swarming around you but a sudden eruption of “oohs” took over and made you realize that you had successfully publicly humiliated another desperate guy. He gave you a look of fury and stormed off in another direction leaving his confidence and dignity in your back pocket.

Thankfully, the guy running the bar quickly recognized you. Being in a sorority had it’s many perks, but getting drinks at the bar of a frat you knew well was one of them. He immediately gave you a hefty pour and a smile, “That was badass.” He added on. You smiled back at him and took your drink, departing back to the dance floor with your friend.

As soon as you reentered, Steve had eyes on you again. You looked more annoyed than before, not an amazing sign, but according to a text he had gotten from Scott, who was bartending, you had just embarrassed a random dude in front of two dozen people flawlessly, and verbally kicked his ass. So your current state was by no means shocking.

He promptly decided this was his time to at least let you know he was here. He slowly guided his way through people, trying to not knock over girls while not really caring about the guys, and finally placed his hand on the small of your back. Bold, yes, but he didn’t want to completely startle you with a shoulder tap or yell.

“What the fuck-“ You quickly turned around with a face of once again annoyance, before realizing it was him. As soon as your eyes met his your face melted back into one of apology. “Oh my- Steve I’m so sorry!” You yelled over the music. He chuckled to himself, smiling at you.

“It’s okay,” He replied quickly, giving you a quick up and down now that he was closer to you. Your boobs somehow looked even better than before. He also had the realization that red truly was your color, it looked amazing with your skin tone and hair, and even better when it was tightly wrapped fabric around your chest. “I heard what happened at the bar, I understand.”

You groaned loudly, “So everyone saw that?”

“Not everyone, but a lot of people.” He smirked. “It’s alright, keep it up and we may just have to make you an honorary member.”

“Will I have to pledge?” You asked with a small smile, “That may be a deal breaker.”

“I would never let a woman go through what the pledges go through,” He explained, “Let alone a pretty one.” It just slipped out. You tried to hide the shock in your eyes with a smile on your face, but your brain was clearly malfunctioning when you heard that. “If you need anything tonight, you know where to find me.” He said, motioning towards the wall right next to the main entrance to the floor. You nodded as he gave you one more smile and left back to that area.

“He wants you so bad.” One of your friends quickly spoke up with a big smile, “His eyes were all over you, they were practically undressing you!”

“Yeah, that’s probably all he wants.” You replied knowing how guys were nowadays with relationships.

“Oh please, that’s Steve Rogers. Yeah, he could get whatever girl he wants, but the one he actually wants he’s gonna stay with.” She replied, “He’s the definition of a golden retriever, absolutely gorgeous and loyal as hell.”

Steve knew something was coming. His intuition read the room he was in and told him there was going to be something tonight. There was every night, it was just more a question of how drastic it was going to be. Judging by the fact the guys not in the frat were getting rowdy, the number of girls who had run past him with a friend to puke in the bathroom, and the growing line outside of underage first years who were apparently trying to start stuff with the door guys, it was just a matter of time until something boiled over its pot and into flames.

“What’s up?” He asked Sam who approached him with a stern face. Unlike earlier, soberness seemed to consume Sam as he stood next to Steve.

“Too many bastards harassing girls.” He sighed. “None with any of our girls that seriously, yet.” He emphasized. Steve nodded, going back to eyeing everyone on the dance floor, his eye now more narrowly looking than before. “Not sure how you could show up to someone’s else fraternity and be a dick like that. We don’t even do that in our own house.” Steve didn’t have a response for that question, but even if he did he was far too busy making sure any of the girls he knew didn’t find themselves in that situation. Specifically, you.

“Have we stopped letting guys in?” Steve asked, not changing his gaze away from the crowd.

“Yeah, a while back.” Sam replied, “A lot of them have been here since we opened though.” Steve chuckled.

“Desperation.” He smiled at Sam and Sam smiled back.

“Yeah, we got a lot of that tonight.” Sam sighed, turning over to the two of three couples of sorts making out in various corners. “Wish I had that much absence of dignity.” Steve smiled at that. If he was going to do anything with a woman it would never be this public. Two people were meant to have those moments together, not have the world there to frown down on it or comment on it. In his mind, this frayed some of the little purity left in relationships.

“Fuck,” He heard Sam mutter besides him, glancing at his phone. Steve gave him a questioning look, “Apparently the guys outside have made the mistake of not backing off of Barnes, gotta go aid.” Steve nodded as Sam departed the other way.

Steve’s heart sank as soon as he looked back to the floor and spotted you. The guy from earlier tonight, and the one he assumed had tried to talk to you at the bar, was now way too close to comfort. Within a second, Steve had begun navigating the floor knowing the loser wouldn’t leave you alone until someone else came in. His mind was busy with finding you, but his body was distracted by trying to get by people. Despite the fact he was known here, and the mass space his body took up, everyone was far too drunk to even take a slight hint he was there.

“Are you fucking crazy?” He heard a yell that he could easily identify was your voice. That cry for help put his mind in overdrive, and onto aggressive autopilot. Now he was shoving dudes left and right and could give a shit if he stepped on some girl's shoes. As soon as he found you, there was a small circle around you and the guy as you fired off insult after insult berating him. Steve was still lost at what was fully happening, or more importantly how the situation had escalated to where it stood now, but that was very quickly revealed in your unapologetic monologue.

“What the fuck made you think it was okay to grab my ass you dick!” Before Steve could even process fully what you had said, the clearly clueless culprit across from you responded, somehow thinking that was a good idea.

“With the shorts you’re wearing you’re basically asking for it!”

Now that set Steve off.

All you could see at this point was red, but before you even got a chance to slap this guy, he was pinned up against a wall. There was some yelling in the background calling for backup or something along those lines, but all you could focus on was Steve’s back flexing under his shirt that was far too tight for this moment and the side of his face showcasing a clenched jaw bone protruding past his skin and redefining his face into pure rage. “What the fuck did you just say to her?” He asked, holding onto the collarbone of the guys t-shirt in clenched fists, veins about to pop.

For the first time all night, the harassing dick was left truly speechless. “Say it one more time to me, huh? I fucking dare you.” Steve started again.

“Steve, let him go.” Sam’s voice bellowed behind you. It was an order, and one that took Steve a moment to process. He slowly dropped the guy and backed up only a step, letting him regain him place standing against the wall. He looked tiny compared to Steve. “He’s not worth it.” Sam said, approaching besides him. “Now you, get the fuck out and never come back.” Sam told the other guy, pointing firmly towards the door.

He seemingly put his hands up in surrender, before making yet again a dumb move. Possibly his most stupid of the night. “It was worth it.”

Not even a second later, the guy was on the floor, clutching his face as the crowd around you “ooh”ed yet again. This time not for you, but Steve. His right fist clung to his side as it had just been weaponized across the guy’s face and straight into his cheek and nose. The impact could be heard from the back of the room you bet, and left you speechless, mouth agape as you stared at your perpetrator on the floor, and back to Steve.

“Barnes, take Y/N upstairs. Now.” He looked back to where Bucky stood a few feet from you, he quickly nodded beelining to you and putting his arm around your waist.

“You alright, hon?” Bucky asked, but you were too entranced still with looking back at Steve. Despite Bucky moving you away and your feet following, you still stared back at Steve with the same expression of worry and surprise. It clearly took Steve a minute to figure out what exactly he had done, then he turned back to you.

As soon as your eyes met, his face relaxed. His brain was still furious, his body stiff with rage, but his face was now worried. He was able to at least know you would be safe with Bucky, you would either end up in his room or Steve’s, but either way you would be physically okay now. Then he turned back to Sam who already had guys escorting whatever the fuck he was out with firm shoves. “I need to check on her.” Was the first thing he could muster out and say.

“Calm down, Steve.” Sam tried to rationalize. “She’s with Buck, she’s okay.”

“I need to see her.” He said again.

“Steve,” Sam grabbed his arm this time, trying to pull him back to reality. “Go downstairs. Breath. Then come back and I’ll see what I can do.”

It took Steve another moment to process what Sam was saying, his vision still outlined with red. As soon as he understood, however, he nodded and made his way to the door. He couldn’t even bother to look at nor care about everyone staring at him, bodies making a very clear path for him to get by. He made it to the stairs, walking down slowly. The basement was empty, he was glad they kept it that way. There were a few old recliners here and there, a partially ripped couch, and some old photo albums and collages of pictures stacked in various places.

He took a seat in one of the old leather chairs, placing his head in his hands. He was always composed, had a clean record here from everything. He didn’t have an ounce of regret, at least yet, but he was aware of how escalated he made the situation. Though he wouldn’t change any moment of it. Other than protecting you from that happening in the first place.

He just wanted- needed you to be okay. He needed you. He had never acted this way with anyone else. Yes, he would stand up for any girl. But he wasn’t sure if he would fight for any girl other than you.

“Peter, water. Now.” Bucky demanded the smaller guy who stood in the doorway. He feverishly nodded before running off past the doorway and towards the stairs.

“Pledge?” You asked Bucky. He smiled.

“How did you know.” You lightly laughed, sitting on his bed in his slightly messy room. It was actually very nice for a frat room, but for a regular room, subpar. His walls were decorated here and there with nearly nude women who either had advanced plastic surgery or had a poor editor somewhere slaving over Photoshop for hours to make them look better than Barbie. His bed was honestly not all that comfy, and you wouldn’t have been shocked if the mattress under the comforter and sheets had been hand-me-down in the frat for years.

“How are you feeling?” He asked with genuine concern.

“Alright,” You said with a shaky breath, “Just- shocked, I think.” He softly smiled, kneeling down in front of you to be on your eye level.

“Can I get you anything else? I can order you food, if you wanna lay down that’s fine too-"

“No, Buck. It’s okay, really.” You lightly smiled. You had suddenly very much sobered up. “Maybe food in a bit. Though I don’t know how much I can eat right now.” He sympathetically nodded. The room fell silent for a few seconds. “Where’s Steve?” You asked. Before Bucky could even acknowledge what you had asked, Peter came back.

“Here’s the water for you,” He said handing to Bucky, “James Buchanan Barnes.” You had to hold back a laugh as Peter exited the room again. Bucky handed you the water.

“Do you really make pledges call you guys by your full names?” Bucky nodded with a small smile.

“Tradition.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Steve is downstairs I think, basement.” Bucky replied, “That’s where Sam sends guys when they need to calm down.”

“So this shit happens frequently?”

“No, and you know that.” He playfully said back, sitting next to you on the bed. “But sometimes stuff happens between guys. So it's a decompression area. Not much down there, so it’s nice if anyone needs to punch something.” You nodded.

Another minute of silence fell between the two of you. You sipping the water from the red solo cup, Bucky looking around the room and back at you every once in a while.

“You know Steve really likes you.” Bucky pointed out. You gave him a confused face. “He would kill me for telling you, probably will. But he really likes you, more than any other girl I’ve seen. And I’ve seen lots of women around him.”

“You’re joking.” You replied, “That’s cruel, Bucky."

“No, I would not lie to you.” He replied seriously, “Especially after tonight.” You looked up at him again, eyes meeting in a silent lock of sorts. “Just trust me, give him a chance. I know you like him too. Be the first move, it’ll pay off. Trust me.”

There was a soft knock at the door, its hinges creaking as it opened and Sam walked in. He gave you a soft smile. “We wrapped up the party.” Sam said, “Not many people left over down there anyways.” You cringed a bit to yourself, but before you could say anything Sam continued, “And don’t you dare apologize, it’s not your fault. At all.”

Bucky’s hand grazed your back in a circular motion, a silent agreement with Sam. “You can wait in his room if you want,” Sam mentioned, “Or stay here.”

“No, I want to see him.” You replied, “I can uh- head over there.” You told Sam, getting up and turning to Bucky where he still sat. “Thanks again, Bucky. Really.”

“Least I could do.” He insisted with a tight smile, “Good luck.”

Sam led you to Steve’s room even though you already knew where it was. His was a corner room, vice president privileges you supposed. He opened it with a spare key, letting you in and turning on the light. It was kept as it always was. It smelled like soft cologne that didn’t sting the corner of your nostrils when you inhaled. Like mahogany, whiskey, and a hint of vanilla. What he always smelled like.

His bed was strictly made, making you hesitant to sit on it despite Sam telling you it was more than fine. It would crease it, and you weren’t sure if that was more of an invasion than what you had already been. The bed was shockingly comfortable, clearly a new mattress and topper. His closet doors were closed, and a laundry hamper next to it was only half full. His desk was clear except for a lamp in the corner, a closed laptop in the center, and a notebook next to that with two or three pens. His walls were pretty bare, which honestly made you feel uncomfortable. You thought it was better than Bucky’s walls scattered with various unrealistically perfect and nearly naked women, but the walls in the bedroom of your apartment were scattered with posters and pictures.

He had exactly three pictures in the room. One on his nightstand of him, Sam, and Bucky with arms around each other and smiling on some form of a retreat or vacation. One of him and Bucky as little kids, no older than six or seven you guessed. And finally, one of him and his mom at some fancy event judging by her dress and his suit. He looked to be in late high school there.

He looked a lot like his mom. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Her face was much softer than his, which made sense judging by how muscular his body frame was built to be. She had a beautiful blue dress on that accented both of them well, him in a simple suit with a black coat, white shirt, and black tie. You knew he loved his mom dearly, especially since he was raised as a child with just her. You recall during one of those late night conversations it coming up. He talked so highly of his mom, the way he still called her multiple times a week just to talk and check in. Her food and the traditions the two had made for Christmas and Thanksgiving when they spent it alone. How much he hated leaving her for college, feeling like he abandoned her, but her reassuring messages over the phone saying anything but that. You wished you had a relationship like that with your mom, but then again, you had an amazing dad. You win some, you lose some, as you had always reminded yourself.

You were drawn away from your stare towards the photo on his desk as the door opened, and there stood Steve. His face was unreadable, something that scared you in the moment. “Hey, um I’m sorry, Sam suggested I wait here for you-"

Before you finished he was kneeling in front of you as Bucky did not so long ago meeting your eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked with such a genuine tone. His hand placed itself on your cheek, engulfing it. You nodded with a small smile.

“Yeah, I will be.” He took a small sigh looking down.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier.”

“Steve, no-“ You were quick to reply as he stood up.

“No, that should’ve never happened. And I should’ve been there to throw that guy out way earlier.”

“Steve, you did more than I could’ve asked for-“

“You shouldn’t have to ask me to do anything. I should be there to protect you, be proactive about it-"

You quickly stood up, interrupting his rant by grabbing his face with your hands and pulling him down as you stood on your tip toes to your best ability, placing your lips on his.

For a moment he was frozen, before realizing what was happening and kissing back. He quickly took one of his arms fallen at his side and wrapped it behind your waist, pulling you promptly so your body fell flush with his, pressed against his shirt. His other hand found the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair as one of yours found its way to his own. After a solid 10 seconds, you pulled away a bit, looking up at him as you caught your breath.

“I’m not drunk, I promise.” You told him, watching his wandering eyes scan your face. Without a word of response, he placed his lips on yours again moving synchronously. You reveled in the moment, feeling his body heat surround you, your senses at all new heights, his wandering finger tips on your back causing you to move even closer to him, a sign of encouragement. After a minute or two of the necessity of a make up session, a silent reconciliation and agreement that everything would be alright, you both pulled away.

Both of you smiled at the same time, then laughing a bit at that, and finally finding comfort in each other’s arms. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?” You asked him. He looked down to you again with a small smile creeping on his face.

“Yeah,” He replied, “Tomorrow.”

Without a word more spoken, you sat back on his bed, removing your beer and dirt-stained shoes, he went to his dresser and grabbed one of his t-shirts and sweatpants, handing them to you. “I can change in the bathroom.” He insisted. You gave a small smile of appreciation as he left the room with his own change of clothes and closed the door.

You quickly removed the constricting top that had nearly become one with your skin, placing his shirt on and sweatpants. He came back with a knock, you replying with a “you can come in”.

He let you choose the side of the bed you wanted, which happened to be the one closer to the window. He climbed in next to you, allowing the small lamp in the corner to stay on but turning off the one next to him. There was distance at first, quickly closed by you as you rejected the pillow on your side for his chest, placing your head on it, one of your hands sprawling to the other side of him. He placed one of his hands on your back, pulling you tighter and beginning to trace small shapes on the fabric and to your skin. He gave you a soft kiss on your temple, holding it there for a few seconds.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers fan fiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers au #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america x female reader #captain america x you #steve rogers x female reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans x female reader #marvel fanfictio #marvel fanfiction #marvel

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redrawthecolorlessworld · 4 months ago

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Dance

y'know i'm only listening to fantasia sonata god dance recently because it got added into rotaeno. really good song, unexpectedly enough managed to get into my loop playlist for this year

anyways.......I Got Inspired.

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Getting invited to such a grand party hosted by the Cantate family—the rulers of the Kalpastria Kingdom—is something that Chronomia wouldn't have expected to happen to her.

Maybe it's because she's a pretty famous watchmaker? Or maybe she's just somehow that special? Nonetheless, she accepted such an invitation eagerly.

And now here she is, in a rather spacious and grand ballroom within the royal castle, wearing her best suit. She looked around in awe, with Aleph simply standing behind her, laughing at how amazed she is to even be here.

And to be fair with her, he's amazed that he could be here too.

Chronomia looked around some more, before her eyes spot a familiar woman with white hair standing near a crowd of women in fancy gowns. It's none other than Destr0yer herself. The thing that made Chronomia a little taken aback, though, was that the former Goddess of Destruction was just wearing her usual attire.

The one she wears everyday? Yeah, that one.

"Ms. Destr0yer!" The watchmaker called towards the former Goddess, catching her attention. "Hm? Nomia? You're here too, huh?" Destr0yer asked, and Chronomia enthusiastically nodded. "Yeah! I got invited. I assume you too?" She asked back.

Destr0yer sighed. "Yeah. Frankly, I don't really wanna be here right now. Too much fancy shit; not really my style." She said, and to that, Chronomia chuckled. "Right." The two women then stood beside each other in silence, with Chronomia wondering where Aleph went when she ran off to see Destr0yer.

He's drinking somewhere with Nhelv, probably.

After a little bit, the two noticed that music is starting to play, and most of the guests are pairing up together—probably for a slow dance? "Oh, they're about to dance." Chronomia muttered, but it didn't really escaped Destr0yer's ears either. The former Goddess nodded. "Yeah. I'll just stand by and watch, I guess. I'm not that much of a dancer."

Chronomia turned her head to look at Destr0yer, an eyebrow raised. "Huh? Really, now? I wanted to dance, though." She said. Destr0yer glanced back at the other woman, a blank look on her face. "You can go find a dance partner yourself. I'll just stay here and watch." To that, Chronomia frowned. "But..." "...But?"

"...I wanted to dance with you."

"Wh- HUH?!" Destr0yer's reply was shouted out in a high volume, which led Chronomia to quickly cover her mouth with her hand. "Shh...you're going to attract attention to yourself. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?" She said in a low voice, and that somehow brought shivers down the former Goddess' spine.

"Mm-" Quickly, Destr0yer removes Chronomia's hand off of her mouth. "Shut up. If you really wanna dance, then fine! Let's pair up, I guess." She said, before quickly adding, "Just a heads up; I'm a shitty dancer." Chronomia giggled, before outstretching her hand towards Destr0yer in an offering manner. "Alright then."

"So...may I have this dance, m'lady?" Chronomia asked, looking at Destr0yer with hope in her eyes. Destr0yer stood in silence for a bit, seemingly hesitant in taking Chronomia's hand, but then sighed, a smile appearing on her face as she finally did just that.

"Yeah. Sure. Why not? Don't be so cheesy about this, though."

"Haha, don't worry, I won't."

#(writing)hesia #arthesias ocs #rhymix: writing #the clock keeps on ticking (there's no looking back): chronomia (oc)#it is what it is (it's not my fault): destr0yer (oc)#ship tag: destruction of time #featuring a.leph and a mentioned n.helv lol

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androdetective · 1 year ago

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Basic notice: I'm aware the show isn't serious and is basically just jokes. It's just fun to psychoanalyze

Cindy as a character wasn't developed much past being Tulio's girlfriend (and/or ex 💀) Which is really unfortunate, as the show doesn't have as much developed female characters. This is really unfortunate as from what we've seen of her, she seems like an interesting character with more to bring. And even more unfortunate was that over time she was made into the "spiteful obsessive ex lover" character. From what we're aware of her, in the beginning of the second season she had a summer fling with Tulio. She took it very seriously and was head over heels. When Tulio was trying to host the news, he would be interrupted by many incoming letters for him. They were all sent from Cindy trying to get his attention. They got so invasive that he couldn't continue on with the news. Eventually she gets inside the studio and manages to talk to him. Tulio, embarrassed, by all the attention he's getting from Cindy and his friends cooing at him, tries to get her to leave and deny things that happened between them. He then says something rude to her that gets her to break up with him and leave. Tulio only did this to impress his friends, and has now realized his mistake and wants Cindy back. Later, Cindy does give him a chance to make it up to her. Initially, he fucks it up stupidly bad, but then wins her over. (Bc he remembered her cell phone number, which is insane)

The next big appearance she had was in episode 33. She arrived at the studio, saying she was upset at tulio for lying about the show being educative. Tulio again tries to win her back, this time by reenacting a play of Don Quixote. It went badly and Cindy left him. (I'm amazed by how bad Tulio is)

The last bigger appearance she had in the show was in season 4. She pretends to be a dangerous, escaped criminal who wants revenge on Tulio. She is aided by the help of the other studio members to teach Tulio a lesson. Tulio, the entire episode, is scared shitless. Until in the end, it's finally revealed to him it was actually Cindy. Cindy tells him the reason she did this was because he forgot her at a restaurant 6 YEARS AGO. and to make matters worse, a TV in the restaurant was playing a live interview Tulio was doing. In it, he said he "would never miss a chance to talk about himself" and "he had nothing important to do." After that, she reasonably held a grudge towards him. But to have such a strong grudge for six years seems depressingly desperate. She evem had pictures of Tulio she'd throw sharp objects at. Why did she hatch such a dramatic plan to get back with such a shitty guy. A guy that forgot about her for six years. We're aware that she loves people strongly, to the point of it being excessive. But to do that with such an awful partner is concerning. We don't know her background, but I do wonder if if she was given one, would it explain why she attached herself to someone so quickly? Does she not have other better people in her life? Why Tulio of all people?? At the end of it, Cindy just wants to be loved and have attention. She does it in unhealthy ways, though, and attached herself to an overall bad partner. Tulio is far from mentally healthy and has rocky relationships with everyone. He has a push and pull relationship with people in his life. This generally isn't Cindy's fault. If either were more functioning, they'd communicate their unhealthy habits and reach a mutual conclusion. But they're not that at all, so that's never gonna happen. Tulio ended up hurting Cindy, a lot. This isn't unusual with the closest people in his life, but this feels particularly egregious. I hope Cindy ends up leaving Tulio for good one day, manages to recover from him, and evolve mentally.

#31 minutos #cindy miraflores #tulio fumbling a bad bitch on live tv so fucking hard will never not be funny to me #i still want him gone though #cindy needs to move on from that stupid monkey and get with someone that treats her with respect #someone like amapo- *gets dragged away by demons *

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beetlegoose01 · 10 months ago

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🧁Chainshipping Week Prompt 1: Cooking/Baking 🧁

Summary: In order to help Diana with her school's fundraiser, Adam and Lawrence must work together to face their hardest challenge yet: baking.

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"A bake sale?" Adam quiered, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the fire escape, amused as he listened to his partner's plea.

Lawrence gave him an equally pointed look. Unlike Adam, he was merely poking his head out the window. With his foot or lack thereof, he didn't want to risk stumbling on the rickety platform. "Yes, it's a fundraiser for her school.”

“She goes to a rich private school, how much money does it actually need?”

“It’s the principle of working hard for something in return. And it sounds like a sweet idea. Pun not intended.”

"No, it sounds like a recipe for disaster." He waited for a moment, before adding belatedly. "Pun intended."

Lawrence sighed. "I know, I'm not thrilled about it either."

"I can barely microwave ramen, Larry, what makes you think I'm at all qualified to help make something remotely edible for small children?" He pinched the tip of his cigarette between his thumb and index finger before taking a long drag. His eyes lit up. "Wait. Can we add edibles?"

He pinched the bride of his nose in exasperation. "We are not feeding edibles to fourth graders, Adam!"

"Hey, keep your shirt on, there can be two batches. One for the kids, one for the adults." Smoke swirled around him as he exhaled once more. He only smoked outside, since Lawrence hated it, but sometimes he moved close enough just to mess with him.

"Will you please be serious?" Lawrence asked wearily, forehead lines creasing from stress. He looked exhausted, both with work and from personal life taking a toll on him. His blond hair was even starting to see some silver streaks in his temple. "I promised Diana."

"Why would you promise her that?"

He chewed at his lip, thinking for a moment on how to answer. "Ali was usually the hands-on parent. The one who would do this sort of thing. She would go to meetings, host birthday parties, and see her piano recitals. I was always too busy with work. And um, other excuses. I found myself disappointing both Ali and Diana more than once."

Adam frowned, flicking the cigarette on the ashtray. His angry eyes spoke more volume than any words could.

"But I want to be different for their sake. Give Alison a break, and bond with Diana. Especially since we have her this weekend. I don't know, perhaps it is stupid. I don't know the first thing about bakin---"

"I'll do it." Adam said firmly.

"What? You will?" Lawrence stared at him in astonishment. "Are you sure?"

"Hell yeah I am. We'll make the best damn brownies her school has ever tasted."

"I was thinking we would bake cookies, since they're easier."

"We'll make the best damn cookies her school has ever tasted."

Lawrence laughed. "Thank you. Now, I should pick her up, speaking of which. Would you mind getting the ingredients while I'm gone?"

Adam waved him off. "You can count on me. I'm totally prepared---"

"No edibles."

"Aw."

Adam heard Diana before she even arrived, with her high pitched voice echoing through the halls. The door swung open and lo and behold, she burst in charging at full speed the moment she plopped down her My Little Pony lunch box.

"We're home!"

"Hey Princess!" He chuckled, lifting her up and twirling her around. He was only able to do this for about three seconds before putting her down again. "Oof. You need to stop growin', kid. My back can't take it."

Diana giggled. "You're just old, Adam."

Adam put a hand to his heart in faux offense. "Ouch. You wound me." he teased, poking at her nose.

"Sorry, it's just the truth, and I gotta be honest."

"Huh, can't argue with that. Speaking of old, where's your Dad?"

"Coming!" Lawrence called out. In typical Dad fashion, he was carrying Diana's backpack and handling his cane. Though he tried not to show it, he was clearly struggling to manage both, as judging by his limp being more obvious. Immediately Adam rushed to his partner's side, taking the backpack off his hands, hanging it up on the hook.

"Diana, don't forget to take your shoes off." As she was about to do so, he said, "and don't kick them off, please." Begrudgingly she obliged and unbuckled them right next to the closed door.

"I didn't have a good day at school today." She said, shuffling towards the couch and flopping on it. Adam made a note of her mismatched socks, one rainbow, the other blue with puppies.

"Aw no, what happened?" He asked, to both Lawrence and Diana. Last week they both heard from Alison that she had been repeatedly picked on by a bully named Brayden. They had spoken to the school and the parents, so he was hoping the little shit wasn't causing her any more grief. Otherwise he would have to resort to violence.

Diana made a face. "We had to do fractions."

Adam winced, pulling the exact same expression of disgust as Diana. "Ugh, man. I hated fractions when I was your age. Useless, if you ask me. In fact, I promise you that you won't use fractions anywhere except for school."

"That's not true," Lawrence interjected, handing Diana a plate of apple slices from the kitchen, which she happily started to devour. "Fractions are important, honey."

Diana didn't look convinced, but she nodded. "Can we watch SpongeBob before I do my homework?"

"Actually..." He said with a shared smile at Adam. "We have a surprise for you in the kitchen."

She gasped. "For real life?!"

"Ye---" But before either of them could tell her what the surprise was, she sprinted into the kitchen and let out a squeal. Together (although Lawrence hobbled behind a bit) they discovered Diana rummaging through the grocery bags. Adam had bought regular stuff: sugar, butter, flour, salt; he also took the liberty of buying all sorts of confectionary decorations. The latter of which Diana was more invested in: sprinkles, silver balls, icing, chocolate chips, walnuts and little candies.

"Can we bake now?!" She begged. "PleasepleasePLEASE!"

Lawrence nodded. "Alright, let's get cracking."

As expected, Diana did little to help with the baking. After helping crack a singular egg, she scampered off to watch cartoons while Adam and Lawrence attempted to follow the recipe to the book. Mostly Lawrence, since Adam was rather distracted, despite being in charge of the dry ingredients.

"Don't forget to add salt."

"I won't."

"But not too much salt."

"Yeah, yeah."

Lawrence had successfully combined the wet and dry ingredients into one bowl, but it was hard to celebrate when all he could focus on was Adam staring at him dreamily. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong arms, and it was impossible not to look.

"Do I have something on my face?"

"You do."

Automatically Lawrence started to touch his cheek, and in that moment had taken the bait, Adam flung some flour into the air, swirls of dust hitting Lawrence right in the face, and in his hair.

"Don't worry, I gotcha." He used his fingers to brush it with a cloth. With a cheeky grin, he moved over to bump Lawrence's hip, sliding his hand over to graze it slightly.

Lawrence, though startled, accepted the affection by pulling him closer, combing his hand through a mop of messy dark hair and tracing his fingers against the man's jawline. Adam took this as an invitation to make another move, heart aflutter as he finally pressed his lips against Lawrence's, at last closing the gap between them. He took this opportunity to slip some tongue in, a soft moan escaping him as he reached for Lawrence's belt----only for the latter to pull away.

"Not in the kitchen!" He hissed, cheeks flushed. "Are you out of your mind?"

"S' not my fault." He whined. "You're so fucking sexy when you roll your sleeves up."

"Need I remind you that we are not alone?" He warned, waving his finger.

"It was just a kiss."

Lawrence snorted at his attempt at innocence. "Just get the mixer out, please."

Adam rolled up his own sleeves as if nothing happened. "You got it! We'll continue this later."

"Diana, honey, would you like to sprinkle some chocolate chips in?" He asked, ruffling her hair fondly.

Diana squealed,. "Yes!"

"Ready kiddo?" Adam said, preparing to open the oven with Diana by his side.

"Ready!"

A blast of hot air hit them at once, smelling of sweet chocolate goodness as they reached inside to retrieve the pan of cookies. To their delight, they looked absolutely delicious. They were crispy, but not burnt. Fluffy, but not too soft. Round with the perfect chocolate chip to cookie ratio, they couldn't have looked better.

After they let the cookies cool off, Diana was practically bouncing with excitement. "Can we decorate them?"

"Maybe we should taste them first?" Lawrence suggested, already cautious.

"Man come on, they look amazing! And they probably taste amazing too!"

But when they each took a bite out of the smallest three cookies, they promptly spat them out in unision.

"Eeeew it's salty!" Diana said.

"Mine has a weird salty after taste too," Lawrence tilted his head. "Adam, how much salt did you add?"

"Uuuuhhh..."

"Adam."

"It might have been a bit more than I should have." He admitted. "But it's not that bad---" He took another bite, forcing himself not to gag. "Oh God, thisissogross. I mean, wow! So good." Wiping his mouth, he said, "Yeah, no I wouldn't feed this to my worst enemy. What do we do now?"

"Box mix?" Diana piped up.

"Box mix." Lawrence and Adam agreed.

As it would turn out, Pillsbury Cookie Dough tastes just as good as homemade.

#saw 2004 #saw fanfiction #chainshipping #chainshippingweek2024 #chainshipping week 2024 #lawrence gordon #adam faulkner stanheight #diana gordon #fluff

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teababe27 · 28 days ago

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Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls

Kinktober prompt list by @josiebelladonna / @feverinfeveroutfic

Prompt(s):

Tijuana Sunrise Day 28: Intimate artistry

I was so happy when I realized I had the perfect IRL story for this prompt!!! This was a fun time, and it's always nice to remember.

With a couple pictures!

People:

Myself

C (Boyfriend 2)

Being around C has shown me a side to kink I never thought about much beforehand: an artistic/dramatic/funny side. Sure, I'd once had a couple pretty rope harnesses put on me before, but I hadn't had much experience with C's particular flavor of kink, especially in public scenes at kink parties.

You see, he sees a lot of art in kink and vice versa. He said on his Fetlife profile that art is his overarching kink. He has fun with it. He considers his public scenes to be "half BDSM, half vaudeville extravaganzas". I've seen some of this from across dungeon floors and have heard about it from friends and seen it in pictures, and I can't help but smile and roll my eyes (in a positive way). It sometimes makes me wonder how I managed to find such a dorky boyfriend. Not a bad thing, of course.

A couple recent examples include him masquerading as a weird TV show host with puppets while spanking people, as well as tying up a friend of ours, acting out a story where C is a landlord asking for rent, and silly hijinks ensued. Once, he dressed up as a pirate and sang sea shanties while spanking for teasing and kinky torture. I often veer between being jealous of and in awe of his creativity and ideas.

Being around his brand of kink, the drama and flair, also somewhat inspired me with a fanfic I'd posted the first part of last month. (Also, it's Powerwolf - drama and flair is kinda their thing.)

Though what he's probably most well known for - besides his unorthodox scenes - is body painting.

As in, "painting landscapes on naked people" (his words, not mine; a pretty apt way to describe it).

When in a dungeon or at a kinky party or otherwise public scene, he goes all out. He even sometimes dresses up as Bob Ross and does a pretty good impression of him, too, while painting (painting on?) his subjects. I was at a small kinky party where this happened, and while trying to negotiate a scene with someone else, I kept launching into small giggle fits because of what was happening. I was honestly curious to try out being painted myself, even though his out-there/silly side of kink isn't something I'd go out of my way to be a part of. I eventually figured out that I wanted my first painting scene with him to be in private, just the two of us.

C does private painting scenes sometimes, but only with his girlfriends and other trusted kinky partners. We were not officially dating yet, but we had upgraded our relationship to more of a friends with benefits/play partners/more than friends-type thing. He had considered me part of his polycule for a while before we officially started dating. So after a few false starts, we finally got to have this time together.

Flash forward to September 2022. After some time walking around outside, cuddling, talking, and playing Pokemon Go, it was time to get to the painting. We began to negotiate the details. I had suggested green be included, so he decided to paint a forest scene. He had asked me if there was anywhere I would not want to be touched/painted.

"Maybe not on my lower stomach," I said. "It's still a bit numb and twitchy down there from my hernia surgery."

After a bit more talking and paint-proofing the bed in his guest room, I stripped down to just my panties and laid down on my back. I preferred this position because I wanted to be able to see him. We soon got started.

At first, it felt strange, but it soon felt pretty good. The paint started out a bit cold, especially since it was warm outside, but I got used to it. It was essentially another form of sensation/sensual play, which is my main overall kink. He painted on my chest, over my tits, and part of my stomach. It allowed me to relax knowing I was under trusted hands and good sensations. It tickled in more ways than one, but I wasn't as concerned with the potential sexual/kinky aspects (though I did consider touching myself a bit when I showered off after the painting). And the art itself turned out really pretty, too. After that, we cuddled and then got up to some less messy kinky times in his guest bedroom.

This whole thing was quite the experience. It made me feel good. It made me feel special. It was actually pretty fun. If I wasn't already catching feelings for C over the past year and change of reconnecting after my health crisis, I definitely started to then. It was definitely a big step in my burgeoning relationship with him and in my kink journey as a whole.

"When I care about someone, I paint them. This is not like my public painting scenes: no wig, no Bob Ross voice, no shtick. It's just the person, me, and whatever creativity inside me is dying to be shared with them. It's an embrace, not a performance I got to share that yesterday with [teababe27], who a very special person to me I am a lucky man" - C, when he posted the second pic on his Fetlife page

#boyfriends #writing #writeblr #thoughts #thoughts of the day #painting #artistry #intimate artistry #my writing #ramblings #stream of consciousness #antarkinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #pics of me #tijuana sunrise

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codegeassfacts · 2 years ago

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Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion R2 Sound Episode 6 // Not Canon (Crack)

For More information about the Sound Drama, check the post for the First Sound episode over there

**One of my favorite Takahiro Kimura cover ever; While I regret more meaningful sound drama like we had for the Season 1, at least we managed to get incredible crack-ish artwork like this one**

Track List :

1 - REASON (Xingke and Gino's character song. Yes.) 2 - Short Drama "Lululu Goukon Rhapsody" 3 - Short Drama "Motorcycle Man Jeremiah" 4 - Short Drama "Sumeragi Kaguya’s Meeting with the Demon" 5 - REASON (Instrumental)

Reason, Xingke and Gino' s character song, sung by Hikaru Midorikawa and Souichirou Hoshi

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Audio Drama "Lululu Goukon* Rhapsody" You can listen to the Audio Drama there (Curtesy of @celestadore ٩(◕‿◕)۶)

**Gokon are sort of group dates, where boys and girls meet, go to Karaoke, etc, in the hope of finding themselves a girlfriend/boyfriend amongst the various guests, it's something teenagers often do

Drama begins with Lelouch, Gino, Jeremiah and Rolo getting ready for a Gokon. Lelouch already has determined various patterns of possible outcomings for this. To their common surprise, enter Suzaku, Xing-ke, Schneizel and "Hentai Megane" (aka "perverted four-eyes) : Lloyd.

Lelouch gets angry at Suzaku for coming here, Suzaku thinks he might have gotten into the wrong room but it doesn't seem like that. Everyone is puzzled. Suzaku receives a mail from the invited girls who decided to cancel last minute.

Awkward silence.

Suzaku: "Well let's fill the silence LOL"

Schneizel, composed as usual, asks what this fuss is all about and why they couldn't hold the Gokon together. Lelouch cannot accept this since a Gokon is supposed to be between girls and boys. Schneizel replies something as trivial as gender doesn't matter (Expanding here but it's more or less what he means)

While Lelouch agrees, he thinks they must confirm something first: Everyone gathered must reveal their sort of secret technique/pick-up lines to make the girls melt but they can't use basic stuff like "I love you". It has to be somthing that nonetheless leaves a strong impact on the girls.

Everyone is in awe Since everyone agrees, Lelouch motivates everyone by making them repeat the motto of it;

Lloyd, to Gino's surprise, is the first to speak up; His line is "OMEDETOU" Suzaku doesn't quite get it.

Schneizel is second, and starts talking about spring, spring breeze, princesses and cheesy stuff like that (poetic stuff), alas Lelouch cuts him off.

Lelouch then aks Gino to be the next one. Gino barely started saying something about roses, when a loud sound like an explosion is heard. Jeremiah then starts talking like a very cliche homosexual (The effect of Gino's line ?) Lelouch says Gino's line isn't a real pick up line, just something very host like ; Meanwhile, Rolo is disgusted by Jeremiah's attitude.

Rolo then wonders if Jeremiah has anything to say. Jeremiah plays shy, then remembers to switch back to his normal voice. Rolo has to insist to make him reveal his line, but instead he goes on rambling about a woman; Eventually, no one trust him and he does not even get to reveal his line.

Lloyd gets curious about Xing-ke, who starts coughing and collapses. Xing-ke then manages to explain to Rolo (picked up to be his partner in this act, because of his "baby-face" (because it would remind Xing-ke of Tian-zi ) that he has not much time left. Loud sound of explosion again, Rolo gets hit in the heart and acts all shy because of "playboy "Xing-ke' s words before he snaps out of it.

Lelouch says it's not bad, but Gino thinks it's nothing compared to Suzaku's skills. He recalls a conversation with a girl in a Japanese restaurant (this is still naive!Suzaku, so he said something totally ordinary but was misunderstood and didn't notice). Lloyd and even Schneizel are completely dazzled, and start acting gay, just like Xing-ke and Gino.

Lelouch can't believe it, but is confident in his skills. Of course he thinks about …. GEASS! Lelouch: geass LOVE ME! But; Jeremiah: GEASS CANCELER! Lelouch: ASDFJKL JEREMIAH!!!!

It nonetheless works on Rolo: "Nii-san you are so cool !"

Gino then reminds Lelouch of his own rules and that he can't use those words. Even if so, Lelouch has another one; Lelouch: geass DIE FOR MY SAKE Everyone: YES YOUR HIGHNESS!

Jeremiah: GEASS CANCELER Everyone: Damn that was a close one….

Lelouch: And what about this? geass If it's not love, wouldn't you mind dying? Everyone: YES YOUR HIGHNESS! Jeremiah: GEASS CANCELER! Xing-ke: If it hadn't been for Jeremiah we'd be done for good… Lloyd: Too bad for you Lelouch Lelouch tries again, (and probably again and again and again…)

Gino concludes that all Lelouch's killer-lines were just him using Geass and that they should advance to the next step of the Gokon: the King's Game! ( it's like drawing lots and whoever as a result of this becomes the king has the right to command the others) Rolo asks about this, and Lelouch answers by reciting the entire history of the game, dating back to old Russia etc etc.

Lelouch wants to pass, but Schneizel provokes him, saying "if you can't get a hold of this game, how could you get a hold of the world?" Lelouch being Lelouch he responds to provocation just as the enemy expected. Lloyd notices this and laugh, praising Schneizel.

Lelouch gets all excited and the king's game begins assuming they're drawing lots

The king is… ROLO! everyone collapses His first order is for #3 and #6 to do the "kari kari chu chu game" (the lots everybody draws also feature a number, so the King can order number this and number that to do things together, against each other etc. Yes it's as silly as it sounds)

"Kari kari chu chu game"is two people nibbling on the same pocky from each end and eventually their lips meet when they don't pay attention and end up "kissing" ("chu chu") .

#3 is Suzaku and #6 is… Lelouch! Rolo wants to cancel that order, but the King's orders are absolute and cannot be objected.

Lelouch: LET'S DO IT SUZAKU Suzaku: W-wait Lelouch!! sound of Lelouch stuffing a pocky inside Suzaku's mouth

Lelouch is full of fervor because he refuses to lose, for he is Lelouch vi Britannia and starts eating the other side of the pocky. Jeremiah is the referee wile the other ones comment and root for their favorite; Schneizel compares it to some ancient war tactic and Jeremiah thinks it reveals a true man's soul.

As everyone wonders who will first give up… KISS noise Innocent days starts in the BGM Rolo: NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN"

Lelouch: Suzaku, why didn't you stop? Suzaku: Lelouch, that's because we're friends right? (that's his line from the S1 finale, the sound dramas like to re-use and distort the original quotes)

telephone rings Schneizel has Suzaku picking up. (They were seemingly in a karaoke box because they get a call that their time is over. Karaoke boxes are rented for a specific amount of time and when it's almost over you get a call from the clerk so you can finish your song food and prepare to leave)

Lelouch stops Suzaku and wants revenge, so everyone is in for another King's Game.

Translation by Kitsune

Audio Drama "Motorcycle Man Jeremiah"

Jeremiah "The man whose body is made of machines, who has a strong sense of loyalty; he shall not forgive any wrongdoers. Motorcycleman Jeremiah, perfected in fighting with all his might." Lelouch "Jeremiah, go forth!" The boy-superintendent Lelouch who serves justice as his mission is up against the Wicked Britannian Emperor Charles, his cunning staff officer Schneizel, and the Death God Imperial Princess Cornelia. With Jeremiah's actions, can Britannia be defeated!?

Motorcycleman Jeremiah is a cyborg who can transform into an autobike. Together with Lelouch, they fight the Evil Britannian Empire day by day. However Schneizel has tapped into the root of Geass. As it is, can Jeremiah prevent the Britannian Empire's goal of World Conquest?

Summary by Blottyparchment

Audio Drama "Sumeragi Kaguya’s meeting with a Demon"

As Kaguya Sumeragi is passing time in the Kururugi temple, she overhears a conversation between Suzaku and some friends of his about them planning to go and catch beetles the next day; As Suzaku doesn't seem very motivated by the thought of bringing her with him, Kaguya then manages to trump him into pretending she hhas her bean bag stuck in a tree; As Suzaku tried to get look for it, Kaguya then suddenly throws beans at him, as he begs her to stop, laughing at him, telling him it's his punishment for leaving his fiancée behind. She then threatens him to reak their engagment, which would be a trouble for the Kururugi family (she acts very spoiled/bratty, actually)

We then moves to a scene with Kaguya and Kirirhara where she learns Suzaku doesn't have the right to take her out of the temple because Kirirhara told him to; As she is sulking about how plying without going outside is impossible, Kirihara reminds her playing is useless while studying is of the utmost importance, to time for a dance lesson !

Suzaku is also training to be a samurai, with a wooden sword, Kaguya begins to tease him about him using this wooden sword and the conversation then moves to what they want to be latter and how, according to Suzaku, if he works hard, he'll be able to reach what he wants. Kaguya doesn't want to say what she wants to become because she doesn't have a say in it (ie, what she wants is different of what Kaguya, the Sumeragi clan member wants)

Kaguya is pissed she has to study and will have to study more when she is back at home and then runs away from the temple, while night is falling; As she is hunting for the beetle she hears Lelouch's voice, calling for the person he just heard; Kaguya and Lelouch meet, but they don't know each other, and Kaguya confuses him with a demon; Lelouch choses to play along. As Kaguya fears he might kidnap or eat her she notices he is holding a flower; Lelouch tells her it's for his little sister; Kaguya is mesmerized to discover demons can have sisters and even enjoy flowers. As she gets more comfortable, thinking the demon isn't so different of the human, Lelouch tells her he likes eating human anyway, to wich Kaguya threatens him with the power of the Sumeragi clan if something happens to her. Lelouch eventually tells her he won't eat her and she can go, but Kaguya changes her mind and tells him he can take her if it means she won't have to get back to her lessons. Lelouch ponders about her status (seemingly paralleling it to the royal families obligation) and tell her she can just stop being a member of the Sumeragi clan.

He then mocks about how she abused her status and know that she isn't that important, that it only comes from her family. After some other nice things he bids her goodbye. Back to Suzaku who is looking for Kaguya and finally finds her. Kaguya is sad and feels bad because she now realizes that she has been abusing Suzaku, but Suzaku being Suzaku he doesn't think it's that bad and he promises her in the future he'll do his best to have her come out and play with him.

Back to the present, it was actually a story Kaguya was counting to Kallen

Kaguya changed since that day and never forgot this night. Kallen is surprised to learn Kaguya was Suzaku's fiancee back then, but it's all in the past now for Kaguya. Zero enters as she muses over Suzaku and she jumps on him in a very Kaguya way. Kallen notices how Kaguya can act lovey dovey with a man whose face she doesn't know and Kaguya tells him the face doesn't matter; Zero then intervernes, telling her a demon might be hiding behind his mask. Kaguya is first surprised, but then excited by the idea of it; Zero is surprised so Kaguya explains he is the first one she chose by her own will and that's all that matters. Lelouch respect that and Kaguya conclused about how she'll bear her responsabilities and will follow her own path while assuming what comes out of it.

Additional information : While some wonders if the last audio drama is actually canon, since nothing crack-ish or Au-ish actually happens, it seems unlikely since we saw in the anime, that Lelouch and Nunally actually met Kaguya upon their arrival in Kururugi Shrine (and it was certainly at the beginning since Suzaku still disliked Lelouch) So far only the last audio drama and the Beautiful record of Rebellion drama could be canon, but if we go by the fact the Kaguya drama contradicts canon, it's unlikely for this one.

And that's the end for the Sound Drama of R2 ; While it was good fun, it would have been better if those drama had been mere fanfiction instead of taking room for what could have been meaningful stories, like we got with the season 1 sound drama (especially given the number of new characters in R2, fleshing out some of them in additional canon material wouldn't have been a luxury) Hope you enjoyed anyway.

#code geass #codegeass #コードギアス #official material #original code geass #lelouch of the rebellion #suzaku kururugi #lelouch lamperouge #lelouch vi britannia #c.c.#kaguya sumeragi #schneizel el britannia #jeremiah gottwald #not canon #crack #audio drama #sound drama #lelouch x kaguya #Youtube

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meredith-harper81 · 1 year ago

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Arranged to Love🪽

My Life

Chapter 1:

Paring: Chris Evans x Apsyn Anderson

Word Count: 2k

Warning: Angst, Smut

Apsyn Pov

My fingers are shaking as I'm putting my heels on. I smooth out my cream-colored dress, apply some lipstick, check myself in the mirror, and walk out.

"Took you long enough," Theo says as he is sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me to come out of the bathroom. He walks towards me as I grab my coat from the rack. He grabs the coat from my hands and throws it back somewhere in the hotel room.

"You don't need that, and you chose to wear that?" he says, eyeing me up and down.

"Yeah? I can change," I say, looking at the floor and avoiding his gaze.

"NO! Just let's go; we're already late, and you've already decided to dress like a widow," he says as I flinch when he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me out with him down the hall towards the elevator.

We take the elevator down to the lobby area, and Theo doesn't even wait for me and walks out as I carefully walk in these high heels.

I walk out, thanks to the help of the bellman, and see Theo already in the car on his phone, typing away as he smirks.

I walk around the other side as the driver holds the door and gets in. I roll the window down a little as Theo's cologne is starting to give me a headache, and the driver takes off.

Theodore and I are attending one of his office parties tonight. Theodore works for a big firm. We used to live in Seattle, where he managed one of the firms, and he recently got promoted to a bigger firm. One of the companies Theo works for partners with Evans Enterprises. From what Theo told me, it is a multi-millionaire company, and tonight they are hosting a party.

Theo's new job required him to stay in Massachusetts, so his company is moving us to Massachusetts, in a little suburb city. As of a few days ago, we have been living out of a hotel until our things from across the country arrive.

...

I stare out the window as we pass tall buildings, and it reminds me of when I used to live in New York when I attended NYU to become a writer.

I once used to be really happy in my early twenties. I lived with my aunt and uncle. Anne and Michael... My aunt was my mom's sister; when my parents passed away, she took me in, and everything was great until she married my uncle.

Michael always had a problem with gambling, and when I was away in college, he took money out of my trust fund. My parents left me and used it all towards betting, putting him in debt, and I was kicked out of college. Michael didn't want to go to jail and owed a lot of money, so he ended up selling me to Theo in exchange for marriage.

Theodore is very handsome, has green eyes and a charming smile, curly short brown hair, and is 5'9. I was in my third year of college when we got married, and Theo never supported me to pursue my writing anymore. I didn't think it was going to be hard to get married to a complete stranger, and it would work out. Little did I know.

So here I am now, three years later, married to Theodore Akens. At first, Theo was really nice and loved me, but then slowly he would start hitting me and verbally abusing me after six months of being married to him. Part of it had to do with his parents; they never liked me, and his mother started filling Theo's brain with awful assumptions about me. He would often bring other women into our room and fuck them next to me while I would pretend to be asleep, and in the morning I would find their belongings around the room. If we were to go out somewhere, he would often put on a show around people and show how much in love we are. or do the complete opposite and flirt with women right in front of me.

...

The driver arrives at the location in the city. It is really cold out, and so many people are in attendance. Theo gets out, and the driver helps me out. I thank him and walk around, and Theo links our arms together, and we walk in as if we were a couple madly in love with each other.

"Mr. and Mrs. Akens, Welcome! All the guests are on the forty-ninth floor. I hope you have a pleasant time," the bellman says as he opens the door.

...

I am standing in a corner of the room with water in my hand and watching Theo from afar. After we entered the party, Theo just left me and wandered off, leaving me all alone.

Theo is standing next to a woman in a revealing red dress, just staring away at her chest, and he is probably now laughing at something she said as he puts his hands on her hips.

I scoff and roll my eyes. I can't do this... I really wished he would have just left me back in the hotel room instead of bringing me alone.

After mingling around with a couple of people, my feet are killing me, and this dress is really uncomfortable. I am walking down a tiny hallway, trying to find my way toward the bathroom.

I turn my head around the other way, and when I turn it back, I run into something hard, and before I can react, I'm on the floor.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Here, let me help you up," I hear him say, and I look up into his bright blue eyes. He helps me up, and before I can thank him, he helps me up.

"Sir, they need you over here," I hear another voice say, and before I can thank him, someone drags him out of my view.

I stand on my feet and notice how much dirt is on my dress. I need to clean this up before Theo can see it. I walk further down the hallway and see the women's restroom.

...

After using the bathroom, I walk back to the other room, and I can't see Theo anywhere. I walk over to the bar and order another glass of water with some lemon, and while I wait for my water, someone pushes me, and I bump into another person, and they spill red wine all over my dress.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." This man says this to me as he is grabbing napkins.

I look down and see that my dress is all ruined. How am I going to explain this to Theo?

"It's okay, it's not your fault," I say to the man as I grab the napkins, trying to blow out the stain.

"I'm Scott," he says.

"Oh, um... nice to meet you, Scott," I say, looking over at him and trying to see if Theo is nearby.

If he even catches a glimpse of me talking to another man, Theo will lose his calm, and tonight will not go well.

"So, do you have a name? Or..."

"Uh, yeah, Aspyn," I say, and he reaches to shake my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Aspyn... This is my husband, Steve," he says as he introduces me to Steve, the man standing next to him who has an apologetic smile on his face.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Theo walking back into the room. "It was nice to meet you folks, but I need to find my husband," I say, leaving them before they have the opportunity to talk.

I walk up to Theo, and he doesn't look so happy. I walk up to him, and he looks me up and down and pulls me out to the side.

"Aspyn! What the hell?" He said this, looking at me.

Before I can say that Theo presses the button for the elevator and we get in, he presses the first floor, and it hits the stop button, and the elevator stops. He is just holding my hand and squeezing it super hard, to the point where it is starting to hurt. He pushes me in and cages me against the wall.

"You had one job tonight, and you had to fuck that up, didn't you? You just have to look like a slob in front of everyone, don't you?" Theo says, and I can smell the liquor on me as he gets closer.

Theo punches the wall next to my head, making me flinch. "I'm going back upstairs, and you are going back to the hotel. Don't do anything stupid while I'm out; you hear me," he says as he lets me go, grabs the card key, throws it in my face, and pushes me out of the elevator.

I compose myself as tears threaten to spill out of my eyes and walk out towards some of the car services. As I get in the car, I tell the driver the location, and he takes off. As soon as I get back to my hotel room, I take off my heels, place them next to my suitcase, pull out my night slip, and head towards the bathroom.

I lock the bathroom door and turn the shower on. I walk over to the counter and start to remove my makeup while I wait for the water to turn hot. As I take off my earrings, I notice my bracelet is not there. I stop what I am doing, run out of the bathroom, and trace my steps to the front door, trying to find it. After looking around, I can't find it, and my eyes are threatening to spill out the tears that are building up. I can't believe I lost my mother's bracelet.

This night just hit rock bottom.

After my shower, I get into bed and pull the sheets to my chin, wanting to forget this night. I stare at the ceiling, wondering where Theo went and when he is coming back. I can't even text him or do anything since he took my phone away last month.

...

I'm startled awake when I hear a loud knocking. I turn the side lamp on, and I hear someone knocking at the front door, followed by some giggling. I don't even remember falling asleep. I get out of bed and walk towards the door. I look through the peephole and see Theo leaning on the door.

I open the door, and I see Theo leaning on the same woman from earlier. His shirt is open, and he has some hickeys on his chest. I look down and see his pants undone, about ready to fall down, as he is holding them up with one hand.

"About damn time," he slurs out as he lets go of the blonde and leans into me. "Call me next time you are in town, baby," she chirps at Theo, and I close the door on the blonde and help Theo walk towards the bed. He is drunk, as he is trying to walk in a straight line.

He sits on the bed and is trying to take off his shoes and pants at the same time.

"Here, let me help you," I say as I grab for him, and he pushes me back. I back up as he falls onto the bed.

He shuts his eyes, and I walk over to him and take his shoes and socks off, placing them on the side. I slowly pull down his pants, but his boxer also comes off along with his pants, and I spot cum stains on them. I look at his erection, and he is still leaking cum.

I back up, shaking the disgust out of my body. I walk back to his laundry bag and throw them in there. I head into the bathroom and grab a washcloth, walking back towards Theo. After cleaning him up, I pull the sheets over him and walk back to my side.

I turn off the lamp, get close to the edge of the bed, away from him, and close my eyes in the hope of a better day tomorrow…

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 11 months ago

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Disappointed - a Malevolent fic

The plan was on track. Faroe would be powerful. John and Arthur would take the reins. Parker and Sunny would provide support. And so many allies would gather around bereaved Carcosa that all his people would be safe.

He just hadn’t counted on his family’s grief completely fucking him up.

Part of the Surrogate series.

AO3

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How about that? Peter Parker Yang, an ordinary human, Arthur’s old partner and almost-lover, host to the tiniest forgotten one anyone had ever seen, had given Hastur an idea.

He was relieved, honestly. The weak point in his plan had startled him. Well, this would plug that hole nicely.

He’d thought he was ready for the truth about their son to come out. As King, he’d already led the court in the direction he wished, ensuring new histories were written just right, sealing away old histories of Gokar’luh so only he (and the Librarian, of course) could read them.

Faroe’s legacy must be protected. There was no Gokar’luh except in some people’s memory, and that would change over time. There was only the Oracle, who had defied Hastur, and been destroyed.

He’d managed. He’d laughed with them over such foolishness as defying the King in Yellow. And then he’d gone to his room and wrapped himself in sound-proof spells and sobbed until his glorious voice grew ragged.

Then he went back to Court and did it all again.

So. He’d been ready. Sunny or John would recall their son eventually. He’d prepared, rehearsed, planned… and then John was distraught, and Sunny was distraught, and the fear of making Arthur distraught blew all the rehearsed answers to pieces and sent him on the run.

Hastur had abandoned them there, left them in the safest place (apart from Faroe’s room) in all of Carcosa, flew into Lake Hali so no one could see him, and screamed and burned the mud until the shallows began to boil.

Not ideal. Far from smooth. That would not do, and it revealed a huge problem he’d missed. Hastur had assumed that when Kayne came to collect him (or whatever end that sadistic monster planned), he would say his goodbyes. He’d have a dramatic and teary leavetaking (Kayne would get the performance of a lifetime, and maybe then leave his family alone), and that would be that.

He just hadn’t counted on his family’s potential grief completely fucking him up.

That would not do, not do at all. He had to complete the plan, and this awful, empathetic, echoed grief (that hadn’t even happened yet!) made him behave like a lunatic.

He couldn’t believe he’d left them in his bedroom. The last time he had a gaggle of humans in his bedroom, they’d all been very busy, there’d been no tears, and he’d certainly had no reason to flee.

There was, of course, an obvious solution: all he had to do was ensure they did not grieve.

Parker codified the idea. Showing up, presenting such an excellently stern face (So authoritative! Beautifully done, and Parker was damned lucky Hastur had never spotted him in the wild). And then demanding answers that carried… cost.

Hastur could have been honest. Could have laid out the truth, how he’d changed, how he’d betrayed his own flesh and blood by becoming something new (which just wasn’t normal, and he couldn’t explain).

Or.

He could use Parker as a wedge.

No one would need to be torn apart. No one need be brought back from the dead, or ripped to shreds. No one had to really be harmed. All he had to do was be himself, and all of this… this… would go away.

It had been very easy to push Parker’s buttons. The moment he'd said 'my best friend,' he'd painted a target exactly where to hit. Ah, humans; so adorably naive.

Parker made for a damn good wedge. He influenced Arthur. Arthur influenced John. Parker upset meant Sunny upset. Sunny upset also meant John even more upset.

They’d all work each other up. He wouldn’t even have to do anything once he got that crack properly started.

Parker upset even guaranteed he and Sunny would come out of it closer, assuming they followed their pattern of communication. It was only a matter of time, then, before those two got sick of Arthur and John’s bickering and stepped in to teach some intimacy skills. It was a win all around.

So. Hastur would solder them all together, then make them glad he was gone. He would make sure they felt relieved by his death, perhaps missing his presence (which was just a deity thing), but not truly missing him.

There was only one problem left: Faroe.

Oh; he could betray her. It would be easy to drive her away. He’d created such a fragile bond between them (not intentionally fragile, but vulnerable, because it was real) that to be cruel to her, or even just cold, would have the desired effect.

All he had to do was be… disappointed. It would be constant, unending; hesitant, as if he didn’t want to hurt her, still held affection, but she just wasn’t quite what he’d hoped, and he clearly lacked the courage to say but couldn’t completely hide.

She’d try harder and harder to gain his approval, fail, and at last, run to Arthur, where she would find solace and be rebuilt. Then she, too, would be glad he was gone.

Yes. It would be easy, but he… could not.

Hastur, the King in Yellow, the Unspeakable, the Feaster from Afar, looked within himself and found he did not have the ability to be cruel to his daughter.

It wasn’t there anymore. It used to be; even he’d had to choose patience when she was younger, being obnoxious, as all young things are. By choice, he’d gone kindness instead of condemnation with her, every time.

That choice was gone. He could not do it. He could not even imagine doing it. “Fuck,” he whispered, and wondered if it was connected to the crack.

Alone in his quarters, he removed his many appearance spells, moved to his mirror, and studied the mask that was his face. The chip was no longer a chip. Gradually, slowly, at a completely steady pace, it had grown. Nearly a year after Kayne had wounded him, it was approximately one sixth of the way across his face in a jagged, diagonal line.

It didn’t take a genius to see where that was going.

Was he leaking power? Leaking self? No. He’d just changed. His own son had seen it. Change wasn’t something gods did, but here he was, somehow impossibly different… and maybe mortality was the price to pay.

It would make sense. Mortals changed, and here he was with a time limit.

In his reflection, the crack looked cavernous, cancerous, carnivorous. It was distracting. He hid it, hid the mess, smoothed his robe, and added extra shine, hints of swirling galaxies hid in the shadows of his tentacles.

So. The wedge. Mentally, he added this to his ever-branching plan. Of course, if he’d misjudged Parker, this little idea wouldn’t work, but he knew he hadn’t. All he had to do was keep pushing. And if, in the end, Faroe would miss him…

It couldn’t be avoided. If that was the price to keep her safe, so be it.

He returned to court, resplendent, and watched for signs of his newest seeds taking root.

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