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pairing: txt x reader
genre: smut, fluff
warnings: fingering, protected sex, pet names (baby, Jagi, Jagiya, babe, honey), kissing, making out, dirty talk, soft sex, cursing, Big Dick Yeonjunnie and Soobinnie, aftercare :), fem bodies in Taeâs and Soobâs, squirting.
â€ïžYeonjunâ€ïž
Heâs soft, despite what everyone says, thatâs what I think. Heâll take his time slowly fingering you because.. 9 inches- and my man is girthy, very girthy. He makes you cum at least twice on his fingers, and once on his mouth. Then comes the dick, and it was worth it. He moans so much at your tight hole, and you moan at how good he hammers into you. Letâs just say you passed out after that. His aftercare is so soft, he cleans you up with a towel, you two take a shower if you have the stamina (but you passed out). He gives you water and cuddles up to you whispering sweet nothings, and how well you did as you guys drift off <3
âmmh- J-Jagiya, taking me so- nngh, s-so well,â he whispered as he thrusted in quickly, watching your blissed out expression. God, he could almost cum to that. âJ-jun~, so go-od,â You trailed off, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. âJun-n~, co-ming~.â You warned as you squirted all over him. âFuck baby, nngh- coming too,â he told you as he thrusted a few more times before he stilled, painting your walls white.
â€ïžSoobinâ€ïž
So so so sweet â€ïž Heâs so soft prepping you, while praising you softly. He had it all planned, you would have champagne, watch a movie, then have sex (man had it in his plan notebook saying literally that đ) also made sure he had multiple condoms and was clean. He slowly eased into you, waiting for you to adjust to his size, because letâs not lie, heâs BIG. And not like 6 inches big, but like 8-9 inches BIG. He has to hold back while slowly thrusting into you, because youâre just so tight and it just feels so good. For aftercare, heâs on another level, he runs a bubble bath, gets you water, food of youre hungry, and makes sure youâre comfortable. Heâs just an all rounded sweetheart <3
You were on Soobinâs lap, champagne long forgotten. You swallowed each others moans as you both grinder on each other. âBabe- fuck.â He whispered pulling away and stopping you. âWhatâs wrong?â âNothing, just need to be inside you right now.â He muttered in your neck, lifting you up and leading you two into the bedroom, where you continued your make out session, sharing many kisses into the night.
â€ïžBeomgyuâ€ïž
He makes it pleasurable, and something you noticed is, what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. THiCK, super thick. Heâll try to hold himself back, but heâll fail. Honestly, more of a groaner than a moaner ngl. As he thrusts into you, heâll either be praising and dirty talking or just dirty talking. He doesnât have the patience to finger you, but he still will to some extent because he wants you to enjoy yourself as much as possible. For aftercare, he is so sweet and just smiled sheepishly and giggled at your fucked out expression.
âdid I go too hard?â He asked, giggling and smiling as he gently lowered you into the bath. âjust a bit.â You slurred and giggled a bit. âIâll be back Jagi.â He ran to get you water. As soon as he got back, he joined you and.. well.. another round started as soon as you got out. âNghhhhh- so good for me honey~â he grunted thrusting into you hard. You couldnât do anything but moan. As you once again reached your high, you wanted him. âG-gyu.. co-cominnnngg~â you stammered. âMe too,â he groaned, hitting just the right spot as you squirted on his dick and he came in his condom.
â€ïžTaehyunâ€ïž
boob man. I just know it. The first time you guys have sex, heâs all over them. Heâs kissing them, fucking them, cumming on them, all the good stuff. Then he slowly fingers you until your hole is big enough to take him. Donât get me wrong, itâs still a bit of a stretch, but itâs less painful than it would have been. Ughhh, he is so into oral, just sucking at your clit so hard, making your brain go into oblivion, all words long gone and just incoherent noises remained.
âT-tae!â You screamed tugging on his hair for the nth time, as he made you cum on his mouth for the 2nd time that night. âJust one more Jagi, then Iâll fuck you until you canât remember your own name.â As he licked up your slit again. âT-tae! Too sensitive! No more!â You moaned, trying to push him away but failing, after a while the pain turned into pleasure and you found yourself coming undone once again.
â€ïžHuening Kaiâ€ïž
also a big boob guy. Very big on it, always stuttering as he entered you. Only after fingering you and you blowing him. He has to physically force himself not to cum inside you after you cum. He enters back in after you cum, chasing his own high and eventually cumming all over your stomach and boobs.
ânngh, too tight!â He moaned, pulling out and jerking himself off after you came twice on his dick. You just watched the lewd scene as he came undone, moaning your name and collapsing. After he came to his senses, he got a damp towel and cleaned both of you up, giving you water and food. Then, you two cuddled and kissed through the night until you both fell asleep <3
#txt smut#txt x reader#txt#yeonjun smut#soobin smut#beomgyu smut#taehyun smut#huening Kai smut#hyukaâs smut#Yeonjun x reader#soobin x reader#beomgyu x reader#taehyun x reader#huening Kai x reader#hyuka x reader#tomorrow x together
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Happy Audio Drama Sunday! You've probably had too many apps open in your brain for too long. Close your eyes. Check all systems. Soft reboot. Recharge.
@forgedbondspod - Chapter 22: The discussion that Persephone, Hades and Hera had about their complicated feelings was so real. It's so hard to sort through all those feelings and come up with something coherent to say to the person. I am glad that a completely unapologetic Zeus got punched in the face again though! đ
@desertskiespodcast S1 & S2 Re-listen: A re-listen in preparation of the show returning for S3 this month! It still makes me weep, at so many different moments. It's such a beautiful show, and I can't wait to hear where it takes us. In the meantime, rest your weary soul. đ”
@clinical-space-podcast S1E04 - Facts of Life: If you'd forgotten that the Starships Erebus was a military vessel, this episode definitely reminded us. As a military brat myself, hearing about some of the facts of life aboard such a vessel being experienced by relative newbies hit home. There are some absolutely wild things happening to people on this ship that we're getting in bits and pieces. The Corporal carrying her commanding officer's head?? Capt. Lucero?? I love the sounds of the doc's new pet in the background of personal notes! And now more from Maggie, who the doc is starting to warm up to even though she rubs her the wrong way... đ«
@goodmorningevildoers S2E1 - Pick Up Sticks: We're back! Hearing the details of the fight between Winifred and the Good as a local radio broadcast was so fun. I was also very glad to hear that Coelacanth is going to be okay! I'm looking forward to hearing this O negative season and how it differs from the first A positive season. đ
@re-dracula - Week 7: A very brief update from our friend Jonathan â he is still experiencing the horrors. Another very brief update on Renfield from Dr. Seward â he's turned his mind to spiders. đŠ
#forged bonds podcast#desert skies#clinical space#good morning evildoers#re: dracula#audio drama sunday
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Since you did Vince and Colonel Von Push Up as dads, can you do the other coaches as dads too please? (mainly Ura Giri, Belmont, Alfredo Del Aqua and Coach if possible)
AH! Of course! I tried my best to write a little something about each coach. Hope you like it! @everthingisconfusing
{This is going to be part 1} Part 2 will consist of Coach, Del Aqua, coach black
1. Vince (headcanons are here)
2. Colonel Von Push Up (headcanons are here)
3. Coach Belmont :
Belmont would be a cautious and gentle parent
He had multiple sets of rules about chores and other stuff when his child was growing up
Was never one to panic (didn't want his child to see him distressed and mimic the fear)
Whenever his kid got hurt, we would gently see the injured area while telling them to stay careful about their environment without making a fuss.
Would be a great dadHe has all of the kids' childhood cards, drawings and school crafts in a folder
When his kid becomes an adult, he makes sure that their living situation is stable and their home is safe
When it comes to the press and going outdoors, he makes sure that when his kid is when him, they are away from the cameras
He taught his team that whenever they are in public with his son/ daughter, they would stay in a particular formation where the players surround him/her to avoid unwanted paparazzi from asking questions.
Used to be very strict about dating, but realised that he couldn't control that and let them date whoever they wanted
4. Uragiri :
Bro, this man is old enough to be a grandfatherđ
Realistically speaking, he would treat his kid just like how he treats his teamâFigure shit yourself while I go create a plan to sabatoge Supa strikasâ
But afterwards, he would apologise and take them out for food and little trinkets that he thinks they would like (most of the time, he is wrong)
He would be somewhat better at parenting compared to Vince.
His son/ daughter would be mature from an early age
Unlike Vince, Uragiri would try to bond with him/her over football and would tell them all of his plans for sabotaging the other teams
10/10 would bribe people for his kid's future
Miko and the rest of the team pity the poor kid. I mean, their father is Uragiri!!!!
At times they would just tell the kid to ignore uragiris crazy bullcrap.
His kid is kind of his technician since he doesn't know how to use electronic devices well, especially with his long nails.
5. Tony Vern:
Just like Uragiri, he would be pretty neglectful.
Would have forgotten a lot of school functions and events because of "coaching".
The only time his kid can spend time with him is if they are just "bonding" over inventions.
Just like Nakama, Technicalli FC would also be sympathetic towards the "kid"
He makes sure that they don't enter any restricted areas for both safety and privacy.
His kid is smart, I mean, imagine having a dad who talks about electronics and different gravity-defying phenomena
At least they have John to entertain them.
Lol imagine Tony's kid knowing about his ptsd with Skunk's and just decides to buy Skunk scent sprayđ
#supa strikas#supa strikas hc#supa strikas shakes#supa strikas headcanons#supa strikas fans#supablr#invincible united#grimm fc#ladysavich#hydra fc#supa strikas coach black#supa strikas coach
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Hi beautiful, are you ok? You could write where Gavi or Pedri (your preference) has a "best friend" who is really in love with him and purposely creates a situation where he is confused who to believe, leaving the hurt reader not wanting to see him for a while. It can be a anguish with a happy ending, please :) thank you.
Part 2 (Angsty Version)
Part 2 (Happy Version)
Warnings: Pretty long, some swear words, burns with coffee, angst, kinda asshole! Pepi. Don't really know about thatđđ no proofreadđ I need to get better on the publishing timeđđ
Believe What You Want -P.G8
Summary: He doesn't know who to believe and you just can't take it.

Pedri knew about your non-liking towards his best friend, Victoria and often both of you had some exchange of words for it. But it wasn't your fault.
You were always nice and open to meet your boyfriend's family and close friends. She, being one of them. Nervous as fuck but you were positive to like all people around him, since you planned to stay by his side for a very very long time, only to be met with a eye rolling and a push on the shoulder from her part.
Since that very first moment you knew that a friendship with her would never work. In fact, it would never happen. And that little thought was proven correct when a few hours later you were both alone as the guys went to buy some food, she went ahead and told you how you and Pedri were never going to work, how he was only using you like a little toy and soon will be left forgotten, etc...
However, once the guys returned back, Pedri could read that something had happened while they were gone, you were serious, you weren't smiling as big as you were before and remained quiet most of the evening
Not only did he noticed that but the guys also did.
"Are you okay?" AdriĂĄn, his cousin asked you, you lifted your head to look at him and nodded softly
"Just a bit tired and with a headache" You murmured as they nodded understanding, they left you be for the rest of the evening but Pedri did knew you well.
"What's wrong?" He asked as soon as you both got into his car
"¿Qué?" (What?)
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Why would there be something wrong?"
"You're not tired and you don't have a headache either" He said as you sighed looking down at your lap, you could lie to everyone... To everyone but him. "MĂrame, por favor, bonita" (Look at me, sweetheart, please) You didn't so he sighed and with his hand pulled your chin up to meet his eyes "What's wrong?"
You stayed quiet for a few seconds before you took a deep breath "Victoria... She- I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me" You tight-lipped smiled
"She's difficult at the beggining but once she gets confidence and spends more time with you, she changes" You shook your head
"I don't think so, Pedro..." You sighed "She said some things about our relationship" He furrowed his eyebrows
"Like?"
"Like... You were only playing with me like a little girl with a doll and that once you get tired of me you'll throw me away, that things between us will not last... You want me to keep going?" Pedri stood still for a few seconds before laughing softly and shaking his head
"She probably was testing you. She also adores making jokes"
"That seemed pretty real to me, Pedro"
"She was just joking. She often does that when one of us brings a girl around, to see if she's good or worth... If you didn't screamed back at her then you passed her test"
"Yes but she wasn't joking"
"Relax, bonita. You'll soon see she opens up to you"
You pushed his hand out of your chin and rested your head into the window, both of your hands crossing around your chest. You shook your head
"Can you take me home, please?"
"I thought you were staying with me tonight?"
"Wanna go home, be with my dog and alone for a little while" You said softly not looking at him but rather looking at the houses that were in his friend's villa
"Are you mad?"
"I am tired and want to be with my dog"
"We can go pick her up and-"
"In my house" Pedri sighed nodding and put his hand on your tight but you crossed your legs before he could touch you. He got the hint and pushed his hand into his lap
"Entiendo" (Got it)
The rest of the drive was silent with only the radio playing up. Your chest was tight and all you wanted was your boyfriend to be at your side and not simply brushing it off
"ÂżCĂłmo puedo arreglarlo?" (How can I fix it?) He said right after he parked at the front of your house; you shrugged your shoulders
"Don't know" You sighed "As much as Victoria might love each and every single one of you, guys... I can assure you that what she said to me today and the way she said it, it wasn't a joke" You said "I'm a girl and I have a male best friend too. But I wouldn't say those kind of stuffs just as a friend or to see if she's worth and good for him" You shook your head "Es mĂĄs, ni siquiera le dirĂa algo de ese estilo a ella" (I wouldn't even tell her something like that)
"She likes you" You said after a few more seconds "And that's it"
"Mi vida, please-"
"I'm not making anything up" For the first time you looked at him "I'm a girl, I know things only a girl can. She likes you, Pedro"
"But I don't like her"
"Then let her know that" You said taking off the seatbelt, you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek, feeling his low stubble on your lips "Te quiero, guapo" You said softly and without the happy emotion you always carry when around your guy.
"Y yo a ti, bonita" He kissed the palm of your hand "I'm sorry for her, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable because of it. I'll talk to her" You nod before getting out of the car "See you tomorrow?" You nod your head
"See you"
Your second meeting with Victoria was pretty normal but you could guess that she didn't wanted to make a bad impression with Pedri around and the fact he was eyeing both of you up and down, all of your expressions and acts, could've pulled her back a little bit.
"I was just joking!" She exclaimed a little too loud on your ear as you grimaced lightly "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, it's just a little something I like to do!"
"Yes, well... It's not nice, please don't do it" Her response was an eye roll
"You're boring, girly" She said laughing as you tight smiled "Pepi, come on! We gotta show who the masters are!" And with that she took Pedri's hand and dragged him with her to play some ping pong against AdriĂĄn and JesĂșs (one of Pedri's friends)
The third one was your least favorite, you were on your way to the Ciutat Esportiva to pick Pedri up but first you went ahead and grabbed some coffe and pastries for the two of you to eat on your way home.
You were done with your order and were actually waiting for your two cups of coffee
"Be careful, miss" The girl said smiling softly "It's really hot"
"Thank you, I got it" You smiled and gave her a tip "Have a nice day"
She smiled back at you and once you were in the middle of walking out of the shop, you saw a woman come up to you and once you realized who it was, you felt your coffee being poured all over your front
"ÂĄPuta madre, joder!" You screamed out in pain as people gasped and the same girl who attended you came rushing to you
"Miss what happend?" You couldn't speak at the tremendous pain you felt
"Some girl pushed her coffee up to her" A little boy said as you tried not to cry
"ÂĄCambiadle la ropa, ya!" (Change her clothes, now!) A woman said worried
"I got a spare shirt" A guy said going out running
"Ăchale un poco de agua frĂa" (Put her some cold water) An old man said
"Do you know who she was? Why would that girl do that?" The same girl asked worried taking you inside
"My boyfriend best friend's" You replied hissing feeling the cold water she was putting on you run down your body, it was both relaxing and painful "She hates me"
"Did you do something to her?"
"Date the guy she's in love with"
...
"Amor, if you couldn't pick me up, you could've told me" Pedri said once you got inside your house "I had to grab a cab since everyone left earli-¿Qué mierdas te pasó?" (What the hell happened?)
"Victoria, happened" You replied angrily "I was on my way to pick you up and I stopped at that little coffee shop we always go. She was there too and she poured on me my two cups of hot coffee, I had to go to the hospital to give me something for the burns"
"Oh my god"
"What?" You asked
"I can't believe you"
"Huh?"
"Victoria was all day long with the guys... I just ended a facetime with them"
"No, she wasn't. I'm not blind, Pedro. I know how her face is, I know how she looks like and I know what happened" You replied angry, you were angry at the fact he wasn't believing you "I don't have any reasons to hate her. She, on the other hand, does"
"She doesn't like me. I talked to her. It's crazy"
"No it isn't, Pedro. Otherwise, why the hell she would have dropped boiling coffee on me? Because she was testing me to see if I'm good or worthy for you?"
"I'm not up for this"
"You're not up for anything related to her lately"
"It's just something nonsense, Y/N! ÂĄElla es Ășnica y solamente mi mejor amiga! ÂĄNo tenemos sentimientos romĂĄnticos, ni por su parte ni por la mĂa!" (We have no romantic feelings, neither on her part nor on mine!)
"Leave"
"What?"
"You're not up for this and you think I'm speaking nonsense, you can leave"
"She's not like that"
"And I'm not a liar, Pedro. I don't go around to get in trouble with people and you should know it. We've been together for a whole year and I have never lied to you. Not even once. I don't have anything against her but she does have something against me and if you can't see it then leave, but don't make me look as if I'm crazy because I'm not"
"Who's hoodie is this?"
"What?"
"This isn't mine and surely isn't yours. Who's this?"
"A guy offered me his hoodie, my shirt was drenched in coffee and if I stayed in it the only thing it would do was burn me more and I can't walk around the streets of Barcelona in bra, so I took it"
"Sure" He said nodding but you knew he didn't believed it
"I'm not lying, Pedro!"
"You're not lying, got it. But you want me to believe the person I have met since I was 10, the person who has supported me through everything is hurting the one I love the most?"
"Yes, because that's exactly what's happening!"
"You're unbelievable" Pedri shook his head "She's not like that, she wouldn't hurt the one I love the most! She's my friend, friends who are happy with each others happiness and she knows you're mine"
"But she doesn't want me to be your happiness, she wants to be your happiness. You're too oblivious to notice it!"
"I'll take up on your advice, we'll talk once you're calm"
"I can't be calm!"
"Nos vemos" (See you later)
You laughed in disbelief and shook your head. Your turned around to see Felicity, your black cream dachshund of two years laid on the couch who once heard the door closing started barking and surprisingly started to pull the space next to her. You smiled forgetting for a few seconds of your anger.
"Don't fall in love with any boy, yes?" You said to her petting her as she crawled on top of your lap "You do know how to make me feel better, Feli" She licked your clothed chest and smell it repeatedly "Mommy got burn" You took off the hoodie, your bare chest in the air.
Your bra was also drenched, the doctor who took care of you told you it was better if you took it off, she recommended you some creams and gave you a recipe to follow so the burning marks could fade away quickly.
You sighed and sad smiled when your little girl licked at your stomach "Mommy will go and take a shower. Will you help me with the creams? Or will you make some dinner?" She looked at you "Or how about I do both?" She barked and you smiled "Girls night"
...
"Fer, I'm not going" You said shaking your head over the phone, even though he couldn't see you
"Come on, it's my birthday"
"I'm going to sound like a proper bitch but I'm glad"
"You did sound like a bitch"
"Pedri will be there and you two share the same group of friends, so it's more than obvious she'll be there. I'm not going"
"Come on, Y/N/N" Fer said "I will not leave you alone for a single minute but you need to come. I need my sis"
"I'm not sure if I'm still being your sister-in-law after everything"
"You'll be my sis one way or another. Although I'd love both" You laughed lightly "I'm not saying he's right and I'm not saying you're completely right. But eventually you two need to talk about this, you guys love each other more than anything. You can do this, you can fix this"
"I don't think we can fix it, not this time"
"You always can" Fer said as you sighed "He's been a mess without you, he's not himself"
"He has his best friend to help him with that"
"He doesn't need a best friend, he needs to open his eyes and see the right thing before it's too late" Silence went over the line before he spoke up again "You may have fight, ugly ones... But you always make it out. Love and communication it's your guys thing"
"Things change, Fer. You know?"
"Not you guys" You shook your head
"Everything can" You both fell silent before Fer sighed
"Please come. If you don't want to talk to him, don't. Just be there for me. I won't lose my friendship with you"
"If you ever leave my side even if it's just for one second, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine, GonzĂĄlez"
"Deal" You heard the smile on his face "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5"
What were you getting yourself into?
...
"Long time not to see you, missy" AdriĂĄn said as you stepped outside their backyard. You smiled softly opening your arms to hug him, you hissed softly when he hugged you tighter, the fabric of your shirt started to hurt on your aching chest "Sorry, Fer told us you got burnt" You smile softly shaking your head
"It's fine. I'm good now" AdriĂĄn tight smiled before rubbing your shoulders a few times making you laugh
His girlfriend, Anabella came and hugged you as well and soon the guys were greeting you with smiles, hugs and jokes. Until you got to Pedri.
"Hola" He said softly
"Hola" You said
"Didn't know you were going to be here today"
"Neither did I" You admitted "I was planning to make up some excuse but Fer didn't have it" Pedro smiled softly
"Glad he didn't" You hummed softly crossing your arms over your chest "How are you?" You sighed
"Been better" You said "You?"
"Awful" You looked at him softly "I missed you... A lot"
"I missed you too, Pepi" You said "A lot as well"
Four days you had not speaking to each other, no calls, a few texts but in the end a few texts meant nothing with everything it had to be said...
"I'm sorry" He said after a few seconds. You sighed and hugged him tightly not really caring about the ache this time
"We need to talk" You said and it was his turn to sigh before hugging your waist tightly "We need to fix us because we can't keep going this way, I love you too much to let you go"
"Glad to know we are on the same page though..." You smiled inhaling his scent "We do need to fix us. I don't want us like this" That's all he said and after a few seconds of hugging, you separated enough from him to join your foreheads
"Shall we go home after this party? We can talk in peace and be just you and me" He nodded
"That's nice" He smiled softly "Can we go now?" His comment made you laugh "I really really want to fix things between us"
"As much as I want to, we can't. We can't just leave your brother"
"Bueno, pero que él es bastante mayorcito para cuidarse solo" (Well, but he is old enough to take care of himself)
"It doesn't matter. I'm here because of him. I wasn't going to come here, Pedro"
He sighed before nodding "Can we leave a bit early tho?" You smiled nodding.
"That we can"
"After singing Happy Birthday?" You nod
"Most likely"
"Fer! I'm kinda hungry for that pineapple cake, don't you want to sing happy birthday now?" You hit his bicep lightly as you both laugh
"Don't pay any attention to this guy, Fer. Enjoy your evening" You smiled softly "And you stop. I'm also nervous and excited at the same time but stop and let's enjoy this evening before we talk, it's something pretty serious" Pedri nods
"How are you?"
"I told you I've been better"
"I don't mean emotionally this time. I meant physically. How are the burns?"
"Hopefully if I follow each and every single thing doctor days, there will be no visible scars"
"Are they pretty bad?"
"Let's say half and half" You shrugged
"I'm sorry about how I reacted with the hoodie thing" Pedro looked down "I should be grateful someone who didn't know you took care of you. And mostly with something as dangerous as boiling coffee is"
And it was all thanks to your amiga. You wanted to say bit bite your tongue back
"Yes, well... We can forget about that for now" You hummed "What are you drinking?"
"Apple juice" You nod
"I'll be needing some alcohol for this day; I'll better go and look for some"
"You'll need it?" You shrugged
"I don't know why I have this weird feeling and I just-" You said brushing it off going to the kitchen where AdriĂĄn's girlfriend, Anabella, was there serving herself something "Can you give me a glass of whatever you're drinking?"
"Something's up? You never drin- well... You don't drink hard things"
"I think I'll need it today"
...
Two hours into the party and not Fer nor Pedri have left your side. It seemed like both brothers were synchronized. You were having a good time and kinda were glad you had come.
Until it happened.
Your third vase of the night was empty and you stood up to make yourself a refill, you thought you were alone in the kitchen and once you pulled the glass container out of the fridge, you yelped seeing Victoria in front of you.
"Why are you here?" She said but you ignored her "I'm asking you something"
"And I'm deciding not to answer it" You simply said making your drink
"I don't want you here" ... "You better leave Pedri alone"
"He didn't asked me to come" You said looking at her "I'm here for Fer" You grabbed your drink and took a sip of it
"You're still distracting him"
"So...?" You asked "Look, I don't like you and you don't like me. We know that. Let's stay in our own sides..."
"I'll stay quier after you break up with him"
"Amor" You heard Pedri speak, you turned around towards the sound of his voice but soon felt your hand being yanked
"Why did you do that?!" Victoria yelled as you looked in shock at your drink on her
"Why did you do that?!" You replied
"Wha the hell?" Both of your heads turned towards the voice... Pedri. "What just happened?"
"Y/N throw her drink at me!"
"I did not! You did it by yourself!"
"Why would I do that? On myself? And if I did, why you have the vase?" She almost fake cried
"Because I was making my own drink!"
"Y/N" You heard Pedri and you looked at him shaking your head
"No. You gotta believe me, Pedro. I didn't do it, she did it by herself. She grabbed my arm when she heard your voice and pulled on it"
You saw him looking in between the two of you, the doubt clear on his eyes
"Victoria" He said
"I wouldn't throw on myself some drink just to get your attention. It was clearly her own doing, you have been telling me she's been making up some stuffs about me! She's clearly wanting you to hate me since we met each other"
"You know that's not true, mi vida. I have never lied to you, not once. Please, Pedro, you've got to believe me..."
"How will he believe you when you made up an absurd story about me throwing coffe on you"
"It's not an absurd story, it's true, you- why am I talking to you? Pedro, please" You looked back at him "You and I both know I don't have the best creativity to create something like this" You shook your head "Please" Your voice cracked
Pedro shook his head after a few seconds, a tear fell from his eye. "You have the vase on your hand and you've been saying all these things..." He started and your heart fell
"No. Yo no soy asĂ, tĂș lo sabes." (I'm not like that, you know it)
"ÂżLo sĂ©?" (Do I?) He shook his head "La tĂș de estos Ăștlimos dĂas no son la tĂș de la cual me enamorĂ©" (The you from these past few days aren't the you I fell in love with)
His words slapped you. Hard.
"Pedro, por favor... No tengo ningĂșn motivo para odiarla, para lastimarla o perjudicarle de algĂșn modo. Es ella quien a iniciado todo esto" (Pedro, please. I have no reason to hate her, to hurt her, or harm her in any way. It is she who started all this)
"Because I love him?" She said "He's only my best friend. You made up the in love things" She shook her head "You, on the other hand, had to make up some lame excuse for using another guy's hoodie"
"Hey" You said stepping forward "MĂrame" (Look at me) He looked into your eyes "Please, tell me you believe me" His gaze fell "Pedro..."
"It's Pedri" He said "Only my friends and family can call me that"
You stumbled backwards
"Are you really going to do this?"
"You did it first"
You looked at him, at the love of your life, your stomach fell to the ground and you were holding back the tears. Your head was spinning and you couldn't believe it. Not coming from him.
You looked at her, who had a little smile on her face. She got what she wanted. "You won" You said and you saw how her head lifted up a bit while yours went down, hurt. You returned your look to, your now, exboyfriend.
"I really hope you never know the truth" You said sniffing "Take care, Pedri"
And with that you left the vase on the counter and walked out of the GonzĂĄlez's brothers house.
As soon as your body met the Barcelona air, your tears flew down your cheeks and you pushed your hand out for the first cab that passed on the streets.
Your forever looked like it was just words now. That night you cried yourself to sleep feeling hurt, betrayed and lonely.
... 7 days later ...
"Hey bro" Fer called out Pedri who was laid in his bedroom more than always "Everything good?"
"Not completely"
Fer sat next to Pedri and patted his thigh "Venga, vamos. Habla" (Speak)
Pedri didn't said anything. Words couldn't come out of his mouth and describe his feelings.
"A ver... What's wrong, Pedro? I won't ask again..." Pedro shook his head shrugging his shoulders
"We all know you guys broke up, the why it's still a mystery" AdriĂĄn said "In fact, the breakup itself it's a shock for all of us but it was your relationship"
Pedro sighed and closed his eyes... Images of you ran in his mind, he opened his eyes and ran his hands through his hair
"I haven't seen Victoria either which is pretty weird considering how in love is she with you and doesn't let you be" JesĂșs said
"What?"
"¿Qué de qué?" (What? What?)
"Victoria isn't in love with me"
"Oh no, she is. Please, don't tell me you didn't knew" JesĂșs laughed "It was painfully obvious. And the fact you are head over heels with Y/N, doesn't make Victoria happiest at all"
Pedri stood up
"What do you mean?" He asked with fear in his voice
"She was really mad about it, she conforted Y/N, poor girl was just trying to ignore her"
"Were you there?" Pedro asked
"I overheard them speaking that night at Fer's birthday. Victoria was going on about you and her, that your things with Y/N would end up soon... Those kind"
Pedri's mind was racing in fear and agony.
"No" He whispered
I had it in front of me all this time along.
"Is there any possibility for Victoria to have made those burns in Y/N's skin?"
"Well, it can be... She got out of the house around noon so..." Pedri's eyes clicked up like lightning all the dots were connecting by your side.
You were right. All this time you were.
He had been too stupid to realize that "No" He whispered once more
"What's up, dude?"
"I fucked up bro. Big one"
The only thing Pedri could do now, was pray, pray and hope for him not to be so late.
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guess who made it a full nine and a half months before going back for round two! (me. it's me.)
Massive thanks and all my love to Elena @ohwatson, Time @heartduct, Rachel @betweendoctorsanddetectives, and Elena's friend from uni for making this weekend (1) happen and (2) an absolute experience to remember đ©·đđŠ đšâđ»
Detailed write-ups for the escape rooms already exist (see my dear friend Rebs's notes on the original experience, and Amy's transcript, and my detailed write-up on the Mind of Moriarty room from last year) but I do still have Thoughts To Share, and it is in danger of getting wordy, as always, so I'll see you below the cut! đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
I started my day off strong by waking up far too early & going for far too long of walk to see some classics like Big Ben, and the Langham (as one does), and then met up with Elena and Time for the Sherlock Holmes museum, since I needed to see what they'd done with it since getting rid of most of the weird little wax guys. (I can't remember what that room upstairs was officially supposed to be, but it was giving Mycroft's office. Maybe it was supposed to be Watson's office?)
And then we swung by North Gower St for the obligatory Speedy's moment, of course! đ«¶



Meeting up with the rest of the group for lunch at the Westfield did turn out to be possibly the most difficult part of the weekend. Most convoluted shopping centre I've ever been in, I swear. The pizza was worth it, at leastâeven if it was all quickly overshadowed by the real reason we had all gathered there that day: a good old-fashioned eye exam.
I'm going to refrain from rehashing all of the insane details here that have already been noted elsewhere, but I also cannot overstate how insane the experience is. And there are people who just do this casually. Like, the original escape room experience is just included with the London Pass now? That's bonkers. And it is impossible to mention the escape rooms without also mentioning how incredibly dead Jim Moriarty definitely absolutely undoubtedly is. Mr "I Wish I Could Die Twice", indeed. đ«đ€ And we got my beloved Yorick in-frame for our photos this time, so we were already starting off on a very high note, indeed! (Even if Stamford was a bit confused by our reactions when he prompted us to pose as though Moriarty himself had just stepped into 221B.)
There are some fun details I had forgotten, or otherwise failed to notice, the first time I did these rooms. Like Molly signing off a note to John, saying, "Nice beard, by the way!" To a man whose wife is mentioned exactly zero times during the course of the entire experience, no less. Sure. Why not.
Mycroft's office is phase two of the original escape experience, and it should come as no surprise to anyone here that that is my favourite room. And this time, it was elevated beyond what it could have been, because I learnt Mycroft's birthday on what was undoubtedly the most humbling phone call of my life, and it all went something like this:
me [picking up the phone to call Sam to ask for the code for the cryptex; the reader should note that I'm getting better about making phone calls in real life, and this is a call I've done before, so I'm feeling fairly confident in my ability to navigate this interaction, but it does still take me two tries to successfully dial the number and remember to press pound to actually make the call]: Hi, Sam, can we get the access code?
Sam: Okay, let me see here... it looks like you have given us the data we need, but just as a security measure, I'll have to ask you for Mycroft's date of birth.
me [did NOT have to give this information last time, and certain that such information is never once mentioned in the canon of the show]: ..........mmhm, sure, we'll call you right back.
A brief moment of discussing the evidence ensued, during which we determined, based on a ticket for Les Mis from 28 February 2019, and the voice message in which he complained about seeing Les Mis with his parents for his 50th birthday, that his date of birth is 28 February 1969. Meaning (1) he's a fucking pisces, and (2) the Les Mis showing in TEH was nowhere near 28 February 2019, so either that's something you're supposed to literally not take that seriously, or, as I am going to choose to believe because it's much more fun this way, his parents think he actually likes Les Mis and therefore regularly take him to see it and it's far too late for him to convince them otherwise now. (You know how parents are.)
me [calling Sam back, definitely feeling good about my ability to handle this phone call because I now definitely have all the information I need]: Hey, Sam, so we've got that security code of Mycroft's birthday for you. It's the 28th of February 1969.
Sam: Sure, that's correct! And what is it you're looking for?
me: We are looking for the access code for the cryptex.
Sam: Okay, sure. But you are still missing a word.
me [frowning at Mycroft's desk, trying to think what on earth she could be referring to, and then realising what it might be, and knowing that if I'm wrong, I'm about to look so unbelievably stupid for missing some obvious additional code word that was somewhere in the room, but that if I'm right, that'll somehow be worse, because I am an adult in the eyes of the law and I can do things like file my taxes or take impromptu trips to London to give people money in exchange for being locked in a room and insulted for an hour and a half without so much as asking for a parent's pemission, and yet I am now finding myself sat at Mycroft's desk, both feeling and sounding very much like a small child]: ..........could I please have an access code?
Sam: Oh, of course you can! The first digit is 1...
Needless to say, I have never been more efficiently nor more effectively humbled in my life, and I doubt I ever will be. And, naturally, it was only after the fact that I found out thatâbecause everyone else could only hear my side of the conversationâthey all thought we might have gotten his birthday wrong, or something, and I was just asking if we could please have the access code anyway. So thank you, Sam, for giving me some memories to carry with me to my very grave. I think I deserve photos of myself at that desk for my troubles. And also I would love to know what I looked like while sat behind Mycroft's desk and being told to say 'please.'
And also I now have to spend the rest of my life knowing a date that they choseâand probably arbitrarily, like you're probably not even supposed to think that much about it, it's not even that deep, unless it isâto be Mycroft Holmes's birthday. As though I needed any more details about that man to gnaw on. Knife emoji.
There weren't any more major surprises in that original experience, and we debriefed at the Mind Palace with drinks before it was time for our second appointment. (They had a new drink on the menu for me this time called "Mycroft's Modus Operandi," so, you know. That was fun! And there was no 'December 1963' jumpscare this time, but they clearly know their clientele, because the playlist was very "chill queer pop" vibes.)
My major takeaway from the Mind of Moriarty experience this time was, once again, my beloved prison cell. There was a phrase on the wall that had been a complete blank spot in my memory from the first time, and that was "Oh, but Sherlock's excellent, really very excellent!" (which is insane, for the record). But at least that one is relevant to a puzzle you have to solve, because I was also able to verify that the two phrases which actually haunt meâ"too many thatchers" and "three signs isn't enough"âhave absolutely nothing to do with any puzzles in the room. They are there just to haunt me. Which is more insane.
But, hey, I got to text Mycroft on a phone that was hidden in John's Semtex jacket inside Moriarty's mind! And apparently I missed reading last time a card where Jim refers to Mycroft as "Her Majesty." So. You know. Feeling some sort of super normal way about that!
I do really love that they use s4 footage of John and Sherlock and Mycroft and Jim in the third phase rooftop portion of the Mind of Moriarty experience. ("Family or friend, Mycroft or John Watson?" scene my beloved!!!) Especially because there is absolutely zero mention of that wife of his at any point throughout this entire thing. You would think he would fall back on "I do have a baby and/or wife at home" at some point during all his "I am literally being held here at gunpoint against my will" complaining, and yet...
Also there's still the whole "is it about having the keycode to open every door, or is it just about knowing people's pressure points and finding alternate ways to get what you need" thing running through the entire Mind of Moriarty experience. And the opening test for the original escape experience includes "TFP" in the centre of the screen and the opening test for the Mind of Moriarty experience involves choosing the fifth option to complete an existing series of four, with the patterns changing slightly (being mirrored, one might say?) between each. And there's the whole literal actual virus in the original experience becoming an AI computer virus in the Mind of Moriarty experienceâit's a delicious progression, and that's all I'll say on that before I spend another three pages rambling about Jimmy boy.
At any rate, we did successfully complete both rooms, and we wrapped up the evening with dinner at Battersea itself! (Still bonkers that that's a bougie commercial complex now, and not just, like, the run-down power station where John and Mycroft I mean John and Irene had THE conversation of all time. Like, hello?)


All in all, an absolute success of a day. All my love again to everyone who made it possible, and I truly madly deeply look forward to doing it again whenever they re-remember that they have carte blanche to do whatever they want and drop a third escape room experience feature Cabin No. 9 of Blood Vessel fame. đ«¶âïžđȘđ€
#ofc the sunday was insane as well but i already posted some pics from when elena and i went to the museum and vauxhall and diogenes! so.#jones blogging#the game is now#bbc sherlock#ok i think i caught all my typos and also remembered to include everything of major import....#anyway going to see sinners tonight so !!!
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Since we all know how much of a shitshow umbrella academy s4 was, let's revisit the good old days. Here's my reaction to ep1 s1, which I haven't seen in like 5 years:
We're starting off strong with the sudden pregnancy scene: this is how you get the viewer's attention
Cunty shot of Reggie walking with the seven nannies and the seven baby carriers
Viktor playing the violin while all the other characters are introduced 10/10 stunning no notes
Rehab worker saying "We'll see you soon Klaus" and him immediatly overdosing and being reanimated in the ambulance. Now we know he probably just came back to life by himself!
"You got big, Luther! What's your secret, protein shakes?"
Pogo!!! I missed you, you ape butler!
Baby Viktor leaving sandwitches for Five đ„șđ„șđ„ș
Klaus-Allison alliance going strong since the beginning I see
"Did you see Diego?" "Yeah, with that stupid outfit" "Do you think he wears that thing in the shower?" I love siblings being siblings
Ok I had forgotten about the Allison and Luther thing. Maybe it wasn't ALL great.
"Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"
"Ok, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder mom, I'll be right back"
Klaus is seriously the best
Bank robbery flashback!!!
"Guns are for sissies! Real men throw knives!"
"That's one badass StApLeR" god I miss five's voice cracks so much
*Ben covered in blood* "Can we go home now?"
Back to the present with Klaus spilling Reggie's ashes lmao
I THINK WE'RE ALONE NOW AKA BEST DANCE SCENE IN TV SHOW HISTORY
No seriously Diego absolutely killing it, Luther doing the hand-krabs, Klaus dancing with the urne
And then boom! Five is back! Honestly iconic entrance
Also Klaus trying to stop a temporal anomaly with a fire extinguisher whyyyy lmao
Five interrupting his speech about the future to look Klaus up and down and 100% seriously say "nice dress"
Klaus responding with "ah, danke"
"That makes no sense" "well, it would if you were smarter"
Also unrelated but Viktor being such a shy wallflower in s1... he's come such a long way!!!
Luther throwing reggie's ashes on the ground "probably would have been better with some wind"
Luther and Diego beating the crap out each other. Viktor: "stop it!" Klaus: "hit him!"
Also Klaus trying to protect Five and him having none of it, too cute
"An entire square block, 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, and not one single drop of coffee" "dad hated caffeine" "well he hated children too, and he had plenty of us!"
"Alright, guess I'll see you guys in another ten years, when Pogo dies" Diego please đđ
"You know, every time I close my eyes I see a diarrheatic hyppo about to shit on my face" this was robert sheehan improvising and honestly what the fuck how does someone even come up with that
The Istanbul was constantinople fight was honestly art. This was really the moment I knew I would love this show with all of my heart. Also masterful way to show exactly who Five is in just a couple of minutes
BEN!!! I MISS OG BEN SO MUCH!!! He was baby
Five going to Viktor when he needed help. Honestly we should have gotten more of them being besties it was so good
"The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it" and that's how you end a first episode! I'm hooked! Except I'm not cause I know how it ends đ«
Well this is it. This show was honestly so good in the beginning. I have no clue what happened. At least we'll always have season 1.
#tua#the umbrella academy#luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#allison hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#number five#ben hargreeves#viktor hargreeves
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Buck manages to drag himself into the shower and without thinking, he just turns on the water. It takes him way too long to register that heâs still wearing his uniform, that he hasnât even changed his clothes since the day of Bobbyâs funeral. At least he had ditched the jacket before falling asleep but the rest of his clothes were now drenched in sweat and hot water.
But it doesnât bother him. He just lets the warm water stream down his face, closing his eyes and as he takes a deep breath, a stifled sob comes from deep inside his chest. It doesnât take long before he canât carry the weight of his own body anymore, sliding down against the tile and he tugs his legs up underneath his chin, hugging them tightly. The longer he sits there, the more blurry his vision becomes and he tells himself that itâs just steam from the shower, trying to contain himself.
âBuck?â Eddieâs voice is too far away from Buck to react to it.
âBuck?!â Eddieâs voice grows louder and clearer, the same does the knocking on the door. âAlright, Iâm coming inâ Eddie doesnât give Buck a chance to reply. And Buck is weirdly thankful for that because he isnât sure that any sound is going to come out, other the weak ones that make him feel like a wounded animal.
Buck barely lifts his eyes when Eddie kneels down next to the shower and he doesnât say a word for the longest time.
âI forgot to take my uniform offâ Buck breaks the silence after a few minutes. He chuckles weakly, realizing how dumb he sounds right now but knows that Eddie will never judge him.
âYou forgot to what?â Eddie isnât sure that heâs hearing it right.
âMy uniform. IâmâŠ- Iâm still wearing it. I didnât realize until I turned on the waterâ A light sniffle comes from Buck and he takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of his loss heavily on his shoulders.
Eddie canât help but to chuckle, even though it feels wrong. Bobbyâs funeral was only three days ago and it feels wrong to be laughing but maybe itâs also exactly what they need right now. âThatâs not very smart now, is it? Unless you want to save some money by not doing laundryâ He tries with a half hearted joke but it earns him a laugh from Buck. Not a very loud one but enough to fill Eddieâs chest with a familiar warmth.
âYeah, yeah. Thatâs exactly what I was trying to doâ Buck says, followed by a quiet sniffle and a quick smile. Before he knows it, he breaks out into a laughing fit and mere seconds later, Eddie joins him. He doesnât know how long it lasts but it relieves some of the tension that has been building up in him since Bobby passed away.
Once the laughter slowly fades out, Eddie gets on his feet and he can tell that Buck does the same.
âAlright, how about you take an actual shower? Get out of your uniform and into something a little more comfortable?â Eddie suggests. âI brought foodâ
Food.
Right.
Buck definitely hasnât forgotten about that since Eddie last his apartment last night.
Using this as my seven sentence sunday
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#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911 on abc#buddie wip#buddie fic#evan buck buckley#edmundo diaz#make me write#fic title: this house no longer feels like home#main character death
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would you be willing to do a sad nat one shot? sorry I just need to feel something đ
Punishment
Natasha Romanoff x reader
Summary: you are dead (sorry) and nat has to live with that đ (most of this takes place inside of a dream hopefully itâs not too confusing)
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: death,, referenced torture
Authorâs Note: sorry this is on the shorter side! tysm for requesting âșïž i also use fanfiction to feel so hopefully itâs sad enough for you
Itâs a nightmare, like always. Youâre there, like always.
âNat!â your voice rings out, light and sweet in the hazy morning light, and Natasha rolls over, burying her face in your side of the bed. Itâs still warm. âNat!â
âFive more minutes,â she grumbles back.
Your footsteps come to a stop next to the bed. âI made cinnamon rolls, you know.â
Natasha smiles to herself. It all feels so, so real. The sheets smell like your lotion, and the sun is pale through the curtains, just like it always is in winter. How it was the last winter you were with her.
You poke her shoulder. âArenât you supposed to be a superspy? Get up.â
âIâm off the clock,â she says, sitting up anyways. The glimmer in your eyes looks so real. Her lungs tighten at that, and she wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you tight.
You laugh and run your fingers through her hair. âMissed me that much, huh?â
She closes her eyes and sinks deeper into you, praying as hard as she ever has. Begging for just one more life with you. She remembers how to breathe again as you scratch her scalp gently and lean into her embrace, and she inhales you again.
After far too little time passes, you rest your hands on her shoulders. âCome on, baby. Theyâre gonna get cold.â
She lets you lead her out of the bedroom, hands intertwined. The apartment looks just how you left it. Because itâs so easy to, she slips back into routine. Like youâre there every day when she wakes up. She tugs open the blinds over the sink and waters the plants on the windowsill; you pour two cups of coffee. You sit down at the table together like itâs any old Saturday.
âWhatâs with you today?â you ask with a slight smile, immediately pulling a cinnamon roll from the pan.
âMe?â Natasha replies.
âNo, the milkman.â
She grins, shaking her head. âSorry. I donât know, Iâm just out of it.â
âWell, youâre not too out of it to talk crossword, right?â
God, she had forgotten about that. Youâve been on a crossword kick lately, though you heavily rely on Natashaâs knowledge bank of language and policy and science. Really, you mostly cover the pop culture clues. âNever.â
You spread the newspaper out between the both of you and drop a pencil in front of her. âIâll start with down, youâll start with across?â
âYes, maâam.â
You scribble down some answers, eyebrows furrowed.
Natasha stands up for a moment, just to get the cream, but when she turns back around sheâs not in the kitchen anymore. Sheâs strapped to that chair, staring at you in that cell. Your eyes are bloodshot. The dreams always wind up here, no matter how innocently they start, and Natashaâs stomach churns.
âNat,â you croak, and her heart shatters for the millionth time.
She thrashes against her restraints, but they must be made of fucking vibranium because they cut into her wrists without budging. She doesnât have any tricks up her sleeve â sheâs in her pajamas, for Godâs sake. No widowâs bite or portable EMP. Not even a way to signal Clint.
âNat, please,â you beg, your voice as raw as the bruises on your face.
âIâm going to-â she says, struggling against the restraints again. âIâm going to get you out.â
But of course, she canât. She might as well be a bronze statue in that chair. Theyâre going to make her watch you die again.
She racks her brain for as long as she can, fights the excruciating dejĂĄ vu. Maybe something will be different this time. Maybe she can get someoneâs attention, some lackey she can convince to let her out. Sheâll murder them all, then. Murder them and take you home.
A vent catches her eye, in the corner of your cell. You donât have much at your disposal, but thereâs a food tray on the floor that might work. She has to say your name three times before you recognize it.
âWhat?â you ask suddenly, eyes wide.
âI need you to try something, okay?â
Youâre weak. Youâve been there for days at the minimum, been under intense interrogation lights and an array of torture methods. Natasha was the one trained for that, not you. âI donât knowâŠâ
âPlease.â
You swallow iron-tinged spit.
âCan you break that in half?â Natasha whispers, flicking her eyes to the tray. She doesnât remember if youâre under surveillance or not. She figures you must be.
Your hands shake as you reach for it. It must be tin, thatâs how flimsy and light it is, but you know you donât have the strength to break it by hand. That ship sailed about three gut punches ago. Youâd vomited out everything but your will to live, though that was fading fast too.
âUse your legs,â Natasha hisses like she can read your mind. âStick it under something, get leverage.â
The sight of you stumbling to the bunk sends fire up her throat. Sheâs going to burn them all alive.
You wedge the tray under one of the bunkâs legs and pull up on the other side before stepping down on it as hard as you can. All it does is fold in half.
âFuck,â Natasha mutters. âCan you rip it? With your teeth or something?â
Youâre pretty sure your teeth would fall out if you so much as bite an apple, so you drive the tray down on the sharpest edge you can find: the corner of the tiny sink. Later, Natasha will think about how strange it was that the cell had so many amenities. Sheâll come up with triple the ways to escape. All too late.
The corner pierces it, and you claw at the hole until the tray is split in half. It slices your fingers in more places than you can count.
âUse it on the vent,â Natasha says. Despite herself, she feels an ember of hope in her chest. Youâd never gotten this close before. She can barely watch as you balance on top of the sink, trying to shove the sharp little metal sheet into the seam between the vent and wall. Itâs slippery with blood.
A door in the cell she hadnât even noticed swings open. A man in black storms in. Before she can get a word out, he grabs you, throws you to the ground.
Natasha recoils, forcing her eyes back open as quickly as possible. He kicks you, over and over, and you cry for mercy.
Her restraints seem to tighten. They cut off her circulation, so that not even dislocating her wrists would let her save you. Sheâs absolutely helpless. You sob and curl into yourself, and sheâs sure sheâs never felt such anguish before. But she has, and she certainly will again.
Her eyes shoot open to dark ceiling. Sheâs in the living room, using the couch like a cot. She still hasnât brought herself to touch the bed you made. She probably never will.
She drags herself to her feet and shuffles to the kitchen counter, turning on the electric kettle. Only chamomile helps her breathe now.
All those people sheâd managed to kill. All those missions sheâd executed to perfection, for the Red Room and HYDRA and Fury. All of the people caught in the crossfire of her tunnel vision. And yet, in the single most important moment of her life, she had failed. Failed.
She figures it couldâve been karma. A cosmic punishment for the arrogance of trying to wipe her slate clean. With that much sin to atone for, she shouldnât be able to live happily. Thatâs what the universe seems to think, at least.
#angst#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#marvel#mcu#natasha x reader#black widow#black widow x reader
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More of my Crimson King AUđŁđ©žđ

đŁLong hair Armin reigns supreme. Enjoy these disaster gays.đż I made a post months ago with this same concept but diff drawing (the Armin Zofia one). They hate each other (Reinerâs personalities fall in love with Armin and Armin eventually tries to make the best of the situation bc he has no other options= they have hate make out sessions and take care of four children but Dw guys THEY ARENT A THING (at least not to armin but they are to everyone else around them and Reinerâs delulu ass)) the girls are fightinggg in the lower corner lmao
Trust I will provide more context later with the more arts I make to cover this. Iâve been all over the place these past couple of months and this last month with finals.
This took me forever but was worth it. I rly had fun drawing Reiner but he was also a pain bc I had to keep reworking his face because of how complex it is, his facial structure is so out of my usual range. Also I havenât forgotten about my dozen other AUsđđ Ill get to those when I get to those, I've just been overwhelmed d with how well received they are and its likeâŠ..people actually like my ideas?!?!đ€šđđżđâšso thanks to those who have been sticking around for that
Also like why was this just hard to draw overall?!? Like Armins hair had maybe four hours in total of me working on, I had to keep reshaping the top and planning out where different shades would go. This was in my drafts for maybe like two months (prolly longer) before I went back to it to actually try and finish it. Imma be real yall, a lot of my stuff ends up being unfinished so Iâm happy I had enough will power to finish this one bc I actually love how it turned out. My art from now on may look a bit wierd bc Iâm gonna start trying something new with coloring/rendering, but whatâs new? A lot of my stuff isnât cohesive to begin with.
#art#attack on titan#aot au#aot#armin arlert#another armin au#reiner braun#reimin#aot reiner#theyâre equally going insane#anime art#illustration#artists on tumblr#fanart#armin is a royal#armin centric#crimson king au#they run an empire together#armin is a tybur#marco is alive#marco bodt#snk#armin x reiner#singeki no kyojin#bertolt is alive#running an empire leaves armin sleep deprived#and heâs the one doing all the work bc reinerâs delulu ass is too busy trying to win him over bc of his guilty conscience#zeke is an instigator#paradis thinks heâs dead or worse#arurei
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hi! how are you?
so I read a fic some time ago that destroyed meâŠâŠ like literally. I enjoyed it but at the same time I didnât. but now I canât stop thinking about it bc everything on it was so revolting and fucked. how to make a fic get out of our system? is it possible đ
not to be dramatic but this fic almost made me lose interest in the whole ship lmao I just wanted to read something I enjoy again, you know? and nothing hits :( and when it does Iâm almost finishing the fic and something horrible happens (that wasnât really tagged) and I endure it until the end đ anyway if you have any fic that you read recently that is very romantic and monogamous or even if they are exes but they donât date anyone else because they just canât move on, pls share with us!! and it doesnât have to be drarry, it can be anything. Im going through your lists and whole blog tbh looking for something that will save me lmaoooo Iâve read almost everything that interests me and you recced. (btw your break up make up list is amazing!) still I think the spark left me đ« ugh sorry for yapping
Iâm sorry to hear that, anon :,( I think weâve all been there at some point, god knows how many times I felt blocked, uninspired or just unable to connect to any fic. Personally, I find it helpful to take short breaks from fandom and focus on other hobbies for a while. Those fics will always be there when and if youâre ready to return! Also, imho you shouldnât have to âendureâ any fics that you find upsetting. I donât typically have any triggers but I certainly have tropes/topics that donât interest me much (or at all), and I have no qualms abandoning a fic when they show up unannounced đ€Ł
Now, itâs a bit hard to rec something randomly without knowing more about your fic tastes, but since youâre interested in romantic/monogamous stories, I thought Iâd share some recs along those lines. This is a personal selection that might not work for you, but if it does Iâll be pleased to know that youâve found that spark again :) Take care xo
Short fic:
Take the Moon by tackytiger (M, 15k)
Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame theyâd always planned to break up after a yearâŠ
Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)
The Ministry didnât turn bad overnight. Harry didnât suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isnât a person. If thereâs an art to fighting back, then theyâll find it hand in hand.
Us, in Lieu by Tepre (E, 29k)
Teddy needs help and Harry needs funding. Draco sits in the other room and plays the piano.
Long fic:
Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by nerakrose, dustmouth (T, 96k)
Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.
Who we are in the shadows by Quicksilvermaid (E, 100k)
What happens when youâre forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.
Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)
The arrival of Harry Potterâs childrenâsnapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so yearsâwas the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.
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I just binged liar liar for the past couple hours. Hi, youre hilarious and iâm obsessed. Your writing is crazy good!! to write such long chapter and theyâre all entertaining the whole way through is amazing. I was audibly laughing at half of it, gojo caught in the phone box and getting called a pedo had me crying - perfect reference for that scene
Anyway youâre writing is fabulous! thank you for giving megumi the attention he deserved!!! <3
liar, liar masterlist here:
HELLOOO ML <3
one of my fav things ever is seeing the process people read the story by. so, for every like that you give on each chapter lets me know when youâre reading it and how far youâve come along. and then eventually, when you end up in my inbox, i get so excited âcause yes, i saw the process before my eyes (my notifs have time stamps).
this makes me sound like joe goldberg, i am NAWT him đ
âyouâre hilariousâ â iâm gonna stop you right there đ(đ„č) iâm blushing
ty??? đđ©” i pair this with âi love ur writing!â as the best compliments i could ever get on here đ€§đ
âyour writing is crazy good!â â any more of that and i might just pass out đ„Žđ
the fact that you also believe that itâs enjoyable the whole way through warms my heart sm â€ïž i struggle to read past kindergarten âcause y/n takes about 90% of the wc just explaining one thing, like i have a stroke reading it đ
âi was audibly laughing at half of itâ â MISSION ACCOMPLISHED đ THAT WAS THE GOAL <333
gojo in the phone box is the only way i see myself paralleling what happened in canon đ like, itâs perfect, âcause itâs still a box, and i had choso have a âdark pastâ (pretty sure i referenced him locking yuji in a room and summoning a demon on him with the ouija board) done solely so that the phone box shit can happen, since everyone seems to forget that he was COMPLICIT in the sealing of satoru gojo back in shibuya đ
JJK222 SPOILERS IN RED AND THE IMAGE BELOW:

look at that imposter SMILING like he wasnât complicit in the disappearance of the same man heâs cheering on to fight sukuna đ
like everyone else might have forgotten but iâm still salty đ
and gojo in LL will be too
also gojo looks sooo đđđ i wanna eat him up and squish him at the same time đ€§đ«¶đœ
anyway, tysm for dropping by and communicating to me what you enjoyed about the fic so far! <3 it means the world to me, you have no idea đ«¶đœ
#liar liar asks!#welcome to the family ml <3333#manmuncher777#perfect username honestly đ#nobara in LL would approve#i approve too#ugh this was so much fun to respond to#genuinely feel like iâm on top of the world rn#who needs to get high when i have you? đ«¶đœ#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi x y/n#megumi x you#jjk#fushiguro megumi x you#jjk x reader#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro x y/n#megumi fushiguro x you#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi x y/n#little megumi x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you
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This is the prologue of a (mainly) Vergil x reader (with v x reader at the beginning) I'm very slowly cooking up.
The fighting and power style of the reader will be heavily influenced by arcane and somewhat by Baldur's Gate 3. Along with their personality, and some of their clothes.
The reason for power and fighting style is because DMC (from what I've seen and understand, I'm very new, so I could be wrong!) is that outside of the main cast, they don't really explain like the power scale/system at all, or what other entities/creatures could be.
So I'm taking some shit from arcane, and I'm taking some shit from Baldur's Gate 3 and slapping it here!
And in terms of the clothes, that will be explained later. (I don't wanna give too much away!)
Also the narration style will be inspired by the one from Baldur's Gate 3!
It will be a couple of chapters before we get into the Vergil x reader/ V x reader stuff, but bare with me!!
There's a graphic description of multiple wounds and blood!! You have been warned!! And body horror in general
I'm still new to writing and editing, so please bare with me đ this is a learning curve for me
Wheezing and gasping for air, snow up to the ankles on your boots you continue to trudge through the blizzarding winds.
Looking for him.
You feel down and around the pockets of your tripp shorts, blindly fumbling for what you know is the last of your shotgun ammunition. bending a bit, you begin grasping around at the last pockets closer to your ankles.
Your hands are cold, frostbitten and numb from being outside too long. You're barely able to move them. You can't see your feet through your boots, but you can feel them, just as numb and cold as your hands. You can still wiggle them a fair bit, but walking is painful.
It won't be long before you won't be able to walk. You know this, you begin fumbling around your pockets in more of frenzy and-
Aha! Found it!
You find the amo, and make quick work of loading the shotgun. Crouching down, you load the bullets into the chamber, and pull the gun as close as possible to your body. So when you cock it, it hopefully reduces the noise. Though, you doubt anyone would be able to hear it over the wind howling.
The gun is now locked, loaded and ready to fire. Standing back up you hear the sound of snow being crunched under someone's feet slowly.
All you can hear is the slow crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Of the snow. You narrow your eyes, trying to see through the thick blanket of snow falling down to see if it's him. With the finality of a man that knows he will die, you too begin slowly marching forward, trying to step in time with the other person's steps. But yours are much, much slower.
You begin to see the figure approaching, getting in the proper stance to shoot, body trembling in fear and at just how cold you are, you raise the gun and immediately hiss.
Ah, you've forgotten your wounds, haven't you?
Your left shoulder, with gauze wrapped around it and your chest. In an effort to keep your left arm from moving too much. There's an almost diagonal wound, it spans from the back of your shoulder, to the front of your chest. You are barely able to see where the axe initially hit, but more so where the skinned ripped. When you were promptly dragged through the snow earlier.
Your left hip has an almost identical mark, but sideways this time, if you had to have guessed it's about 4 inches long, no tearing, but not any less painful.
And last but not least, your face. Another cut from the axe, at a complete diagonal on the left side of your face. The widest part of the wound starts at the bottom of your cheek and ends a few inches from your nose.
You grimace as you feel the wounds reopen a bit from the sudden movement and they begin to bleed, again. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the blood as it trickles down your cheek, and feel it freeze as it drops onto your neck and chest, now making it even more difficult and uncomfortable to turn your head.
The wound on your hip seeps blood into your partially destroyed shorts, making the material more tacky and cold.
Your shoulder, the worst of the wounds and the most agitated at the moment, pours blood down your arm, some of it freezes quickly while some more drips off of your arm, and onto the snow below you.
The figure approaches
You realize it's him.
He realizes it's you.
His walk turns into a sprint as he raises the axe.
You aim your gun for his head.
Seeing him clearly now as he draws closer. He swings, you shoot.
You hear the unmistakable sound of a human head exploding, and see as parts of his brain and skull go flying in chunks behind him.
You hear his body drop into snow, a loud and final crunch, as he finally stops moving. You breathe a sigh of relief and go to take a step forward but collapse onto your knees. The gun is still gripped in your right hand.
The danger is gone, and your body is so very tired and cold. It's lost too much blood, it can no longer move forward. Tears burn painfully in your eyes and within seconds you're hysterical.
I can finally leave! I can go get help! You think, hitting the tops of your thighs you rasp out, âWhy.. Why won't you move? We have to go.. we have to go and get help..! Don't you understand?"
You quickly realize you can't feel yourself hitting your thighs. The feeling in your hands is almost gone, they're purple and blue, almost black in some spots. Your fingers won't move anymore. You can't let go of the gun in your right hand. Your left hand isn't much better, your ring and middle finger are completely black, while the rest of your hand is purple and blue.
You look up and down your arms, they're in a similar condition. You imagine your legs are too, but can't see to confirm, but based on the fact you can't really feel them, you know you're probably right.
Body losing strength to sit up, you unceremoniously land on your right side, and turn over onto your back with a quiet hiss. The feel of the snow digging into your left shoulder is painful for a brief moment, before a numb sensation takes over.
Looking up at the sky, the snow and wind begin to dissipate, the clouds move and the moon shines through. It's a blood moon. You glower and scoff at the irony of it.
You lay there for what could be minutes or hours. The sky slowly becomes brighter as the sun starts to rise. Your eyes are repeatedly fluttering shut as the blood loss and hypothermia get to you, you sing in a soft whisper
Dear friend across the river
My hands are cold and bare
Dear friend across the river
I'll take what you can spare
I ask of you a penny
My fortune, it will be
I ask you without envy
We raise no mighty towers
Our homes are built of stone
So come across the river
And find the world below
And before long, your eyes flutter shut for the last time as the world fades to black.
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! life Update!
Whatâs up my loves? Howâs everyone doing :). So in total itâs been what 3 months and 10 days since Iâve last updated, as Iâve said your girl had to take a break but Iâm back! WellâŠ.. technically yes but I canât make any promises that I wonât take breaks this long and if not longer again because I have a life beyond this platform but! I wanna share a little bit of whatâs been happening so you guys arenât totally left in the dark.
Sooooo, I have a girlfriend!!! Yes I know crazy right! So sheâs actually 14 years older than me, not gonna say her name or much personal information on her because I wanna keep things private since there are too many creeps on this app but she was born in nyc , most of her family were born in Spanish countries, some are from New Zealand and itlay, she has two kids 14 and 5. Sheâs a Pediatric nurse at the same hospital I work at.
So! How we met?, we met at a cafe, I was running ing late to pick up my friends Son from a boys meet up (I think thatâs what they call it) with his friends so I stopped for a quick coffe but I couldnât find any parking space so I parked in the parking lot and I had forgotten my purse so she paid for my coffe for me, then the second time we met was at the hospital I work at ( I had no idea she was working there as well) then we became friends, we hanged out, we talked then she asked me on a date and I obviously said yes!đ.
A Picture I took of her on our first date aka my lock screen wallpaper âșïž. ( thereâs more pictures below but I continued to block out her face and since thereâs one with her son from when I went to his football game I also blocked out his face for privacy reasons :) )

Anyways and she actually asked me to be her girlfriend on Valentineâs Day which was actually so sweet. And guys sheâs just the sweetest, she was so shy to ask me out because of the age difference and because we worked together and she didnât wanna make things awkward because she wasnât sure if I liked girlsđ„Č. She treats me so well, sheâs respectful, sheâs kind, sheâs so pure hearted, I see the good in her and sometimes she allows people to walk all over her because of her kindness and ughhh I just love herđđđđœ.
She has the softest green eyes and the silkiest dirty blonde hair ever known to man, she loves yoga, chocolate tea, swimming, nature, turtles, surfing, French biscuits, hiking or should I say riding bikes on hikes, she loves sunsets, her favorite color is lime green, she loves daisyâs, she hates yellow but loves certain shades of orange which is weird, her favorite binge movie is itâs a wonderful life, she loves the Caribbean, she loves tomatoes with salt and honey pepper, she prefers red mangos over normal ones, sheâs scared of cows, sheâs a huge video game fan ( Iâm trying to convince her to play Resident evil with me).
She loves traveling, she adores sending money on me even when I tell her not too, her kids are her first priority, she actually wanted to be a surgeon but her love for kids were stronger hence her career choice. Her favorite yellow jackets character is Shauna đđœđ. She loves painting her nails red, shes a complete book worm, she loves Sylvia Plath poetry books, she prefers cats but loves dogs more and lord I can go on and onđ.
She knows that I write fics on here and the crazy part is that she actually downloaded the app like two years ago but never set up an account. But anyways guys Iâm so in love and Iâm so happy. Iâm really in love with her and thereâs so much I can say about our relationship but as I said I chose to keep certain things private for now. Iâm obviously willing to share or answer any questions you may have but on certain levels of privacy of course.
But anyways with all that being said Iâve been working on some fics while I was away and trying to empty my ask box and so far Iâve done just that, so Iâll probably post a fanfic once a week and once Iâve posted all request Iâll be open to new ones and Iâll be working on part 2s of other requested fics and the last chapter of my lady d series.
More pictures of my baby, btw! Something I really find cute about her is that she always sends me her OOTD before she wears them and asks â is this good?âđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č like my love you are so perfect!
Anyway, Really hope everyone is doing well, remember to take breaks and enjoy life. I love you guys so much!




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Blog overhaul
So.... I'm alive! :D
In case you may have forgotten and you randomly get a notification from Tumblr about a new post from me that isn't the occasional reblog every now and againâ hi! I'm Rosie, of Rosietrace (aka this blog that you may or may not be following đ), and I had been primarily posting Twisted Wonderland content of the original character variety in this blog for a while now!
At least until I decided to just. Take a long ass break. Dw guys, I'm alive and well đ©· (a little sad and depressed sometimes, but I'm fine!)
And this is essentially one big giant post about what I plan to do in continuing posting content for this blog đ bc I've been on this hellsite for a while, and I wanna make the most of it.
To put it simply: I'm doing a whole blog overhaul. Or at least try to. While my content had mainly comprised of TWST and the occasional TiG post every now and then, it won't be just that anymore.
Below the cut are my more in-depth plans, and I hope you'd be interested in checking them out ^^
Twisted Wonderland content
@starry-night-rose @jasdiary @fumikomiyasaki @authoruio @revolllutionary @sakuramidnight15 @oseathepebble @absolutelyobsessedkiya @lueerhythm @twsted-princess @hallowed-delights @boopshoops @mystery-skulls-ghost @amatsuchan-eiliniel + all my other twst moots!
Obviously, I'm gonna start this by saying: Yes, I will still continue doing TWST content. I've loved this game since the countdown poster era and it was entirely because of that obsession that I even decided to make this blog.
However, despite my attachment to TWST and especially my original characters for the game.... I'm more likely than not going to have to extract some of them to keep from cluttering shit up, and focusing on relearning in-depth twst lore so my oc content will better align with what's canon â ïž
I'll also be focusing more on Yuuta, SHI, and especially Vic content when it comes to TWST đ I hope y'all who love my other OCs like Davis and Zen understand (bc I might scrap them)
To all my TiG moots... I'm so sorry about the year long delay regarding âI wouldn't marry me eitherâ đđ I don't wanna be that kind of fic writer and I'll do my best to come back to working on my other tig fic ideas and that fic, in particular.
The Inheritance Games
@hawthornesbiggestfan @alisaismother @s-rosie @hathorneheiress @berryzxx + my other TiG moots!!
Love and Deepspace
My TiG content post-overhaul will mainly be discussions over book releases (like Glorious rivals) and talking about my âwhat-ifâ fics.
As of right now, my current ideas for TiG fics (which I will post on my AO3 account, tracingroses, eventually!) are:
âI wouldn't marry Me, eitherâ (Alisa x Nash what-if fic)
What-if: S, Z, and Me (Skye, Zara, and Toby Hawthorne au fic where Skye and Zara actually solve the game Tobias left them)
Life of a Machiavellian Man (Tobias Hawthorne backstory au fic)
I'm not a freak I swear đ /hj
But in all seriousness, I've been REALLY into Love and Deepspace recently and the game is so much fun and I've REALLY been wanting to post LADs content since I made an au that contained Vic, @starry-night-rose's Ellis, and @jasdiary's Juvia as âNon-mcâ figures within the LADs plotline.
Idk how my LADs au ideas will be received, but trust fellow LADs girlies, I'll tag appropriately and won't flood our beloved x reader tags with my oc content â ïž I haven't stooped that low.
ORIGINAL PROJECTS.... đš
And, finally, the thing that compelled me to make this post and preplan a blog overhaul bc imma be fr with y'all đ I spent 80% of the second half of 2024 hyperfixating on my original projects than literally everything else.
I'll probably post a lot of what I have planned for each of my projects. They probably won't blow up or go to my top posts in ways regular shitposting would, but I just really wanna share more of my original projects to the rest of the world bc I think I've outdone myself with the lore!
So if y'all need me... I'm gonna draft a new layout for the masterpost đ§ââïž
#its good to be back!!#mutuals <3#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#twst ocs#twst au#scepter hall institute#the inheritance games#tig#the brothers hawthorne#the grandest game#tgg#glorious rivals#avery kylie grambs#alisa ortega#nash hawthorne#grayson hawthorne#love and deepspace#lads#l&ds#love and deepspace oc#lads oc#lads au#l&ds oc#original projects#original story#original character
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Ok so I was tagged quite a few times for this â thank all you lovelies so so much @bangpop91 @nine-one-wanton @judymarch15 @xtarmanderx @quintessenceofdust88 đ«¶â and now have quite a few words đ«Ł
Rules! Share one sentence or excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!
Five words â WIPS Iâm using will be Amnesia Fic (Take Me Back) and Racing Fic (Victory Lane)! They have the most written that hasnât been shared yet!
@bangpop91 gave me - GHOST - WIP is Racing Fic
G - âGo on then,â she continues, shoving his arm. âWe have places to do, and things to be!â That gets her a genuine laugh from Evan, and Tommy is thankful at least this part of the trip is enjoyable.
H - His Aunt Cassie; whom he hasnât spoken to since Christmasâ when she called to fill him in on the current drama going on in their families personal lives. She is the only family member he even still speaks to. The latest dose of gossip was that his dad had been diagnosed with stage four lung cancerâ nearly fifty years of smoking non filtered cigarettes will do that to you.
O - âOh honestly, Ellie! What are you afraid heâll find? Money hidden in the walls?â Aunt Cassie laughs at herself. âAny money Tom had went into alcohol, and CamelsâŠâ She pushes her seat back before Aunt Elise, or any of the other siblings can speak, tugging at Tommyâs arm as she gets up. âSo I suggest you leave us a key hidden, or if itâs really that big of a deal be there around say⊠five o clock.â
S - Sure enough itâs still where he left it, under a tattered dusty old tarp. He grabs a handful and swiftly pulls it off, revealing the wrecked remains of his race carâ a long since forgotten (more like repressedâŠ) memory; a piece of his past that holds perhaps the most joy, but also the most painâŠ
T - Tommy turns around to look where Evanâs now pointing. His dads work bench, covered in junk and trash and boxes, and on one of the shelves⊠next to some empty beer bottle and a can filled with screws is a framed 8x10 of Tommy, a trophy held in front of him and a big smile missing his two front teeth. The words Victory Lane written on a banner behind himâ his very first race and very first win. âYeah⊠that was me.â
@nine-one-wanton gave me - CHAIR - WIP is Amnesia Fic
C - âCheesy, I know⊠but it was sort of thrown together last minute, soâŠâ
Tommy feels the sting of tears in his eyes, regardless. âI appreciate it, Howie⊠really.â
H - He crosses his arms, tucking his hands, and squints at Tommy, so confused. âItâs justâ You really donât remember any of it?â
Tommy stiffens his jaw and forces a smile. âI really donâtâŠâ he says with a slight shake of his head. Howieâs confusion melts away and he looks so sorry.
A - âA weekend at a ski resort up in Northern California.â He laughs harder when Tommyâs jaw nearly falls onto the counter. âYeah I figured you and Buck could use a getaway⊠I had booked it for me Maddie and Jee but with the pregnancyââ
âPregnancy?!â
âJesus Christ,â Howie covers his face and groans. âI am so sorry, man! This isââ
âConfusing?â Tommy canât help but laugh.
I - âIâm so happy for you,â Tommy says, patting Howie on the shoulder. They fall back into an awkward silence and Tommy has to make it worse by asking if Evan still went to the resort.
Howieâs demeanor shifts. He quietly slides his phone back into his pocket and nods. âYeah. Heâ he did. I told him to take Eddie⊠or, hell anyone. But he insisted on going alone, and wellâŠâ He shifts uncomfortably, avoiding Tommyâs eyes. âThatâs how he met DylanâŠâ
R - Regardless of the new blanks it created.
@judymarch15 gave me - BOOBS đ- WIP is Racing Fic
B - Back when Thomas Sr.âs only fault was he worked too many overtime hours and didnât get home until the early morning hours of Christmas morning.
O - âOh and I have been waiting a hot minute to meet you!â Evan smiles bashfully, quick to also lean in for a hug. She rubs her hand over Evanâs back and then lets him go, taking one of both of their hands.
O - Once she was gone she took all the happiness held desperately within the walls with herâ or, well, almost all of it. For a while⊠Tommy still had one thing. But eventually he lost that, too.
B - But he searched the stands anyway.
He saw Aunt CassieâŠ
Tyler wasnât even there.
He tried to not care. He told himself he would impress this sponsor, get his foot in the door to a big time racing careerâŠ
S - Seven years. He gave the army seven years of his life. He traded his racing license for a pilots license and found a love in the air that mimicked the love he had out on a racetrack. He owed them three more years before he could get out; but a rescue mission that ended with the factory his platoon was searching exploding, sent him home early.
@xtarmanderx game me - OCEAN - WIP is Amnesia Fic
O - Over by the helicopter he sees Lucy watching him, and uses it as an excuse to make his departure without looking like he is running away.
C - âCan I help you?â he asks, raising a brow towards Eddie and Howie. They look at each other then back at Tommy, both wearing faces just smug enough itâs clear they think they know something important.
E - Eddieâs eyes soften. He looks up to Howie and sighs. For a moment Tommy thinks they are going to say something bad about the guyâ itâs selfish and wrong⊠but he kind of is hoping for it. âHeâs great, actuallyâŠâ Howie finally says. âHeâs no you⊠but I doubt Buck will ever find someone that will treat him the way that you did.â Tommy flinches at that, regardless of knowing what Howie meant. âShitâ No⊠thatâs not what Iââ
A - âAre you baking something?â Tommy asks, pushing down the smile wanting to surface at the image of Evan in his apron, covered in flour (preferably without a certain significant other clinging to him).
N - âNot that I mind talking to you, of course,â he adds because, well itâs the truth.
âOh, r- right. Um⊠Well Chim was trying to get a head count for Thursday and well youâ you havenâtâŠâ he trails off again, then hisses in pain and Tommy is already halfway across his living room towards his keys. âS- Sorry,â Evan manages through a clearly clenched jaw. âItâs just my shoulder⊠itâ itâs bothering me...â
âThe one you hurt the other day?â
He hears Evan laugh. âYeah, theâ the cursed one⊠Itâs fine.â
âEvanâŠâ
âIâm fineâŠâ
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B - âBest decision Iâve ever made,â he says softly.
Tears prickle at the corners of Buckâs eyes and he leans in for another kiss. In hindsight, he can be upset at the chain of events that drove Tommy out of his hometown, but he canât be too upset they drove him all the way out to LA; to him.
L - âLightning McJee, the protĂ©gĂ© of the great Tommy Thunder!â Chimney quips and Buck has to bite his lips to not make a noise at that. He peeks up to see if Tommy is glaring at him⊠and he is. He blows him a kiss and flips the hamburgers.
U - âUhâŠâ He looks innocently at Tommy and bats his eyes. âWould you believe me if I said itâs about taxes?â Tommyâs hooded eyes give him his answer, and he laughs nervously. âWell⊠what if I say itâs a surprise⊠so you just have to wait and see.â
E - âEvan!â Tommy calls from the living room. Buck is busying himself baking the last of a batch of cookies, and stirring some box-made dirty riceâ he is disgusted with himself for it, but he did not have time to perfect a homemade recipeâŠ
Sweet baby Jesus! That was a lot!
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I don't know why I haven't said this before but I'm quite fond of the Frankenstein au! (srry for all the questions)
Having said that, I would really like to know how the process goes.
Who was the first to wake up? How did they feel/were they in pain/ could they see? (From what I've seen in movies, corpses have greyish/glossed over eyes)
Would the adults explain what happened or just say that they were hurt in the rubble and fell into a coma?
Would the thread disappear from their skin or remain there?
I'm glad you doââ and no worries about the questions, I don't mind <33 gives me something to do lmao
As for the process um??? Honestly I haven't really though about it. I mean obviously Alma commits what is basically grave robbery. Of her own grandchildren. And she has to repair their bodies. They weren't exactly in the best condition when they were buried. She had to learn how to sew on body parts, which was a challenge, but she succeeded. And then she needed to figure out how to give them live, which by that point she realized she needed the triplets and a piece of the miracle. All of the kids have a cut in their chest, similar to the cuts in bodies when they get autopsied.
The first to wake up was Antonio. This was really because he's the smallest, and therefore doesn't require too much electricity to get his heart going. Pepa struck about 3 times before he woke up. And when he did he just...stared. Because he didn't know what was happening. Their memories are pretty blurry, and whether they remember everything or not is up for debate, but they do remember some things.
When they wake up, they aren't in too much pain. The pain is in their major joints, and where they were stitched, but they don't really seem to react to it. Or react at all. They also have to learn how to walk again. Their bones aren't weak per se, it's just that being dead (like brain dead) made their bodies forget how to basic things. Including breathing. Which they also have to learn again, but that doesn't take them as long. They have all their gross motor skills, but some of their fine motor skills were forgotten.
And yes they can see! Their eyes are glazed over, and everything is a little washed out for them, very dull, but they can see just fine. Although Mirabel still needs glasses. And Alma or one of the adults (usually the husbands) have to regularly check their eyes and make sure they actually blink. Because they will just stare for any given period of time, they sometimes forget to blink. You don't blink when you're dead đđ
They would, to some extent, tell them what happened. They would say Casita fell, because that was likely their last memory, and Alma didn't want to lie to them, in risk of undoing all the work she just did. If the miracle ran on how their family was, she was walking on eggshells, because they, quite literally, have a piece of the miracle inside their hearts. Like physically placed inside them. But the adults won't say exactly how it happened and how bad the aftermath was. Townsfolk are heavily pressured to say NOTHING.
They thread would remain. But due to Julieta feeding them her food, some scars will heal. Some. Not all. Ones like the ones that literally keep their entire limbs connected to their body or the ones on their chest will never truly "heal" and Julieta hates that fact (or rather herself for not being able to heal that much), but small ones that are similar to stitches eventually will come out.
#my asks#my asks are open#encanto#encanto au#au#encanto alma#encanto julieta#encanto Pepa#frankenstein au
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