#even if it was for like 30 mins i still had a great time
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finally got a chance to play ultrakill in a while today I am feeling rejoiced rejuvenated and relaxed
#the last one is a LIE me when i spread misinformation on the internet me when i lie#that shit got my adrenaline going but NONETHELESS!!!! I AM FEELING INCREDIBLE!!!!!#ramble in the tags wuhoh#save me ultrakill ultrakill save me#thank you ultrakill thabk you#omg#i love this game!!!!!!!;#shocker!!!#but WOW omgomg#yay:D#im so happy i got time to play it#even if it was for like 30 mins i still had a great time#was on the cybergrind whilst listening to music#PEAK experience#i did some really cool combos too it was awesome#i havent been on it for a while so i forgot the button for the whiplash arm :(#I WILL FIGURE IT OUT TMRW 🔥🔥🔥#rex rambles
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fiance got me a kindle for my birthday <3
#val comes out of hiding#with a case and a grip strap (that interferes a little with the case but i'm making it work lol)#it'll be great for my arthritic sad poor hands lmao#and i can download ebooks to it! including fic <3#so like i have backup copies of my bookmarks and i threw them all on there#and threw one I planned to read on there too which i rb'd a few mins ago#it's great because we tend to be into those huge fantasy novels that I 0% can hold and take up a shit ton of space#like bringing brando sando books with me while traveling has been a PAIN lmao#now all i need is a battery pack to make sure it doesn't die. which is its own downside of course#and it means I can pirate so many ebooks. my god so many.#anyway to start with i think i'm gonna go back thru and re-read all my bookmarked fics i haven't read in a while#i'm quite stingy about bookmarks so they're all good (tho i have a soft spot for fluff in hindsight lol)#maybe i'll make a detailed rec post when i'm done?#in regards to fic too though I need to reach out to someone and say sorry for not being a very responsible beta.you know who you are.sorry:#but tangentially related; last night I had one of those core memory moments#it was bed time and fiance was snoozing half-asleep and i was reading fic on the kindle which works great in the dark btw. so dim#and i got up maybe 3 times in 30 mins or so go to the bathroom; get shit i forgot in the other room; etc etc#he's a light sleeper so he tends to wake up a lil#at some point he swapped our body pillows. i have no idea which time i got up it was. i didn't even notice for so long#i use a regular pillow and he has a longer actual body pillow so it was very obvious in hindsight#he loves to mess with me like that. little things make me laugh etc. and in the moment i realised i was just so happy#i'm here in this comfy bed with the man i love reading great fic with the gift he just got me and he's half-asleep and still trying to make#me laugh. and i laugh and laugh and laugh for like 5 mins because i'm so unobservant i didn't even notice it's not my pillow#and not even in a mean way. he loves that about me because he loves me. and he is just so good. so good.#and i was reading a fic about finding someone in any world. i would find him in any world. i would#and i just said 'i love you' and he cuddled into me and went to sleep.#<33333333333333333
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girl girl hear me out YAPPER GF X REGULUS!! Pls pls pls like u could do anything u wanted with them!!! I have a few ideas (take any or none)
May be she just walks up to him one day like clearly wanting to befriend him cuz she has a lil crush and just starts yapping about how the great hall had her fave pastry for breakfast today and he's so confused but also intrigued and then she starts sitting next to him in classes and asking him to hang out at hogsmead and she just yaps and sometimes she thinks may be he zones out but then he'll bring up this super niche detail she mentioned last time like "hey what happened to that quill you forgot in the potions lecture?"
they r already dating and she worries she's too much energy and talk for him and tries to be quiet and he's just like r u sick? R u mad at me? What's wrong u haven't gone on a 30 min description/rant about ur day
3. May be someone else brings up she talks a lot and Reggie defends her?
you guys really love your bubbly/talkative readers with Regulus, don't you? (so do i); thanks for your request!
Regulus Black x yapper!reader who didn't think he was actually listening
CW: fem!reader, rolling thoughts, brief mention of difficulty making friends, people talking about reader behind her back, swear words (on ellecdc? nooo [sarcasm])
Your family said that you had an incessant need to fill silence from the moment you could talk.
“If there’s a room with our daughter in it, you can be certain that it won’t be quiet.” Your mum had proclaimed as she beamed at you lovingly one day.
While it was certainly a trait that your family had always found rather endearing, you felt that it made it particularly difficult making friends once you began attending Hogwarts.
But the friends you managed to make loved you for it, and they had often stated “you can call her what you want but you can’t call her boring.”
That didn’t mean your other classmates appreciated your stories or tangents, though.
Which is how you ended up serving numerous detentions for speaking during class or lectures and disturbing the students around you, and how you’d been cycled through numerous seat partners in potions class.
And that is how poor Regulus Black ended up stuck sharing a worktable with the likes of you.
He didn’t seem to mind, though. And if he did, well, he certainly never said anything about it.
You were quite sure he tuned you out during your rambles, hardly ever sparing you a glance and keeping his eyes trained on his parchment in front of him as he took dutiful notes during lectures.
Couldn’t be you, however.
No.
You were too busy lamenting about the fact that you couldn’t get more than twenty feet to the mooncalf herd up the hill behind the quidditch pitch before they would all run off. They only came out at night, you see, and you wanted to take some photos of them. Some photos turned into midnight picnics, and picnics turned into sharing apple slices by means of throwing them towards the bug-eyed beasts and watching them argue over the slice until you threw another. But even after feeding them forty seven apples and counting at this point (Winky the house elf from the kitchen was not pleased with you), they still wouldn’t let you get any closer to them.
Your next course of action was to try a smellier and higher value treat; you wondered then if mooncalves could have tuna? Tuna was certainly smelly enough. Well, if you couldn’t entice the mooncalves, you’d certainly entice a cat or two.
You wondered then if mooncalves and cats got along? Kneazles were nearly the same size as the poor beasts, but cats were much smaller. You figured cats would look at a mooncalf the same way they’d look at a goat.
You’d seen a cat ride a goat once, not many people believed you, though. You’d have to learn how to make a pensieve one day just to prove it to everyone. You didn’t much care for goats, though; something about their square pupils seemed alien to you.
Which seemed odd considering there were numerous beasts in the magical world that really were quite alien, yet it was goats that did it for you.
And why were they always associated with the devil? Was it because of the square pupils? Do you think there’d be a book that explained that?
But you didn’t even realise that the period had ended until Regulus stood and collected his books, offering you a curt nod before leaving the classroom.
Fuck….do you think he’d let you copy his notes?
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Merlin’s tits, she never stops talking! I feel bad for the poor sod stuck next to her; Black probably wants to avada himself every class. You heard a classmate mutter as you walked to your workbench, movements slowed as you lowered yourself into your chair and tried not to let their words hurt you.
You were used to the comments, you were used to the sentiment honestly; did they think it was easy being you? Did they think you didn’t get tired of listening to yourself too?
Of course you did, it was exhausting; your brain never stopped moving, and apparently, neither did your mouth.
But it did hurt a little, perhaps because Regulus had been quite gracious about it thus far. He had listened to you carry on about the astrological significance of space waste and how that was affecting the magic of the stars. He had listened to you bemoan about the positive impact that centaur migration had on local flora and fauna and how the fencing of fields and forests was going to cause unimaginable damage to the life cycles of such. He also had listened to your morose mooncalf story and the update the next day that you were able to order cans of tuna via owl to the castle.
And he’d not so much as bat an eye at you.
Certainly he’d have said something to you if you bothered him?
Although, perhaps this was why Slughorn put him beside you, because he knew Regulus wouldn’t say anything; had Regulus done something to anger Slughorn? Was placing you beside Regulus less about you driving your seat mates crazy, but more about being a punishment for Regulus?
Well, you couldn’t imagine Regulus had done anything bad enough to deserve a full term with you as a potions partner.
No, you decided, you would not be his punishment.
So when Regulus entered class that day, and Slughorn read out the instructions for today’s potion brew, you resisted the urge to speak.
You were quiet when retrieving your potion ingredients, you were quiet as you checked and double checked the brewing instructions, and you were quiet as you waited for the potion to reach its boiling point.
You actually thought you’d done quite well; you sort of wished you had started a timer, this may very well have been a record for you.
Well, unless sleeping counted. Would sleeping count as being quiet? Oh gods, what if you talked in your sleep too!? You’d have to ask your roommates.
“L/N.” Regulus called as if it hadn’t been the first time he’d done so. “You alright?” He asked, ducking down in an attempt to meet your gaze as you watched a divot appear between his brows.
“Yeah? Why?” You asked, finding yourself furrowing your brows in solidarity; you found Regulus to be too pretty to look so worried.
He shrugged his shoulders and straightened up, though the space between his brows remained divoted. “You’ve been awfully quiet, s’all.” He murmured quietly, and you were surprised to see a dusting of pink on his cheeks.
“Isn’t that a good thing?” You muttered perhaps pointedly; his eyes narrowing to match the furrowed brows.
“Says who?”
Your eyes traitorously darted to the students who had been discussing your habits, and Regulus followed your gaze.
He rolled his eyes and muttered something in French under his breath as he turned his attention back towards your shared potion. “Those tossers are just mad that they have nothing of value to say.”
You more felt than heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips as you looked at Regulus in bemusement.
He didn’t seem to notice though, as he continued to the next step in your potion and carried on. “Did the tuna work?”
You stared at him dumbly before your brain kicked back into gear. “I beg your pardon?”
“The tuna.” He repeated. “For the mooncalves?”
Oh.
“Oh.” You started, giving your head a shake as you tried to find your balance you had long lost during this conversation. “Erm, no, but I did indeed attract a few cats.”
“Ah.” Regulus offered, smiling at you (or at the expected poof from the potion signifying that the two of you had brewed it correctly thus far).
“Also, I found out why goats are often associated with the devil, but the book you’d be looking for is Biblical in nature.”
You stared at him with your mouth agape as he continued. “There’s a quote where that Christ bloke mentions something about separating people from one another just as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. They’re used as a metaphor for the ‘bad’ or ‘inferior’ member of any group; it could also be understood as the divide between the pure and the wicked. I say goats got a bad rap, though.”
The next step in your potion brewing process was to allow the potion to simmer until it turned a milky white colour, so Regulus lowered the heat before appearing to remember something.
“I almost forgot…” He started as he began rooting through his book bag. “I asked the shopkeep at Brood & Peck, and she said this is a favourite of mooncalves; maybe you’ll have more luck tonight?” He asked as he held out a parchment of beast treats to you.
“You’ve been listening? This whole time?” You whispered in awe as you took the bag delicately as if he had just handed you a delicate china dish.
His brows furrowed again as he searched your eyes. “Well…yeah? I’m rather invested now.” He explained just as your potion turned its intended colour.
“Very good Mr. Black, Miss. L/N.” Professor Slughorn commented as he walked past your workbench.
You were alerted to the fact that class was over when everyone’s potions were vanished with a pop and students started to pack up their belongings.
“You’ll keep me posted, yeah? About the mooncalves?” Regulus asked as he started walking backwards towards the door.
“Sure.” You murmured, earning you a wide smile from the notoriously quiet boy.
Yes… You’d be more than happy to keep Regulus Black posted.
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A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll and after a LOT of voting ((again) again) , I wrote this for all of you :D Big thanks to both @zanarkandskylines and @a-had-matter for beta reading this- your support means the world to me😭 Here's my masterlist!
Warning(s): f!reader, Bakugou and reader are dating, meeting his parents for the first time, mentions of anxiety, reader’s a procrastination queen, Bakugou’s whipped lmao, characters might be a little ooc, Mitsuki loves reader loll, Masaru and reader are the real besties here though, mentions of getting married, Katsuki calls reader baby, slight cursing.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Girlfriend!Reader
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To say you were nervous was an understatement.
A week prior, your loving boyfriend of 3 months had invited you to have dinner with him and his parents, as they “were up his ass to meet you” (his words, not yours). You giggled originally, finding amusement in his lament about his overbearing parents, but you knew he loved them from the lack of malice in his words. And yet, after an entire week, only now, three hours before Bakugou would come to pick you up, did the full realization of the situation hit you like a truck.
You were going to meet his parents.
You flitted around your room, trying to find something to wear, your entire closet seemed repulsive to you now- nothing seemed right for the occasion.
You groaned, your attention piquing when you see a text come in. Flopping down onto your bed, you pick your phone up, reading the message.
Katsu🧡💥: Oi, the old hag wanted me to let you know that she’s making curry. That okay for you?
You feel butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach from his thoughtfulness, even though small gestures like this should seem normal to you now. It probably never would, the explosive male you had grown to love would never cease to get you flustered.
You: Okay! Sounds great! I bet you get your cooking skills from her ;)
Katsu🧡💥: Shut up dummy
Katsu🧡💥: Have you picked something out to wear yet?
You deadpan, knowing he would scold you for procrastinating, but you sigh, there was no point in lying to him. Even over text, he would know if you were telling the truth or not.
You: So about that...
Katsu 🧡💥: Baby, they’re not going to think less of you based on your outfit. Plus, you could wear a damn cardboard box and you’d still look hot. They’ll love you, so quit your panicking.
You feel your cheeks grow warm at the compliment, but Bakugou’s rough but caring words didn’t help your predicament.
You: Thank you, Katsuki- but I seriously can’t find anything 😭 What do I do??
You can practically see his eyes rolling through the three dots that dance across the screen.
Katsu🧡💥: You’re lucky I know you so well- bought you a new sweater this morning. I’ll come over early and drop it off for you.
You: Katsuki thank you so much!!! You didn’t have to though...
Katsu🧡💥: Shut up dumbass, I’ll be there in 30 mins, go do what you gotta do in the meantime.
You smile at that, warmth pooling in your heart as you set your phone down on the side table, standing up from your bed and grabbing a towel before heading to your bathroom to take a shower.
***
Katsuki’s already there, waiting for you by your kitchen island, scrolling through his phone, before looking up at you with your hair wrapped in a towel to prevent it from dripping everywhere, along with another to clothe your body.
You smile happily, giggling as his nose scrunches when you press your dewy skin against him in a hug.
“Oi, get off of me,” he grumbles “Yer still all wet.”
You giggle, knowing he doesn’t mean it when he encircles you in his arms, inhaling the scent of your body wash. He places a small kiss atop the crown of your head before, reaching behind him to grab the bag on his counter, handing it to you.
“Here baby, got yer sweater for ya.” he says, watching as your eyes light up after rummaging through the contents.
You squeal happily, planting a kiss on his cheek before running back into your bedroom, knowing exactly what to pair with the article of clothing.
“Thanks Katsuki!! Give me like 30 minutes!” you chirp, before disappearing into your bedroom.
He chuckled under his breath, and ran his fingers over the thin gold chain you bought for him for your “one-week-aversary" (your words, not his). Originally, he had scoffed at you, wondering why you would spend your money on him for something so trivial, but you just brushed it off, grinning saying “It’s not trivial Katsuki! This is my way of showing my love!” You were just so cute, he loved you so much it hurts, and yet you both had only been dating for a few months.
You were going to be the death of him, that’s for sure.
***
After you got ready, you both got into the car, sitting in comfortable silence the entire way, other than the soft music that played from the aux cord.
Katsuki could tell you were nervous, the way your fingers fiddled with the ribbon surrounding the chocolate you bought for his parents was a dead giveaway.
And yet, he knew that nothing he would say would alleviate your stress, so he remained silent, knowing your worries would be gone as soon as the old hag got her claws on you.
The car reaches to a stop in the driveway, and Katsuki almost wants to take out his phone and snap a picture as your eyes grow wide and your lips part by the sheer size of his house.
“Woah...” you breathe, in awe “ I knew your parents were successful, but you never told me they were rich.”
Katsuki flushes, exiting the car and opening the door for you. “S’nothin.” he says, averting his gaze from yours, as if he wasn’t imagining living in a nice house with you in the future.
You interlock your fingers with his, relishing in the comfort of his calloused fingertips brushing over your knuckles, his hand squeezing yours as a final reassurance before bringing his hand up to aggressively knock on the door.
“OI HAG OPEN UP!” he yells, only for the door to swing open, revealing a beautiful woman with a striking resemblance to the man next to you.
“Katsuki Bakugou yell like that one more time and I will-” the woman, who you assume to be Katsuki’s mother, notices you then, all anger directed towards her son melting away once she sets her eyes on you.
Her scarlet eyes sparkled as they looked over you once over in approval, rushing towards you with a big grin on her face and enveloping you in a crushing hug. You let out a squeak in surprise, but giggled, reciprocating it immediately. Your worries were gone in an instant, just as Katsuki had predicted.
“Ah, where are my manners! Call me Mitsuki, I’m the brat’s mother.” she says warmly, much to Katsuki’s disdain as he objects to the nickname; Mitsuki ignores him as if he wasn’t there though.
You laugh at your pouty boyfriend’s reaction and give her your name, smiling back at her like she was an old friend.
“Masaru! She’s here~!” Mitsuki practically sings, clutching onto your arm, leading you into the kitchen with Katsuki trailing behind like a lost puppy.
She turns to you again. “So glad you’re here dear, the brat needs someone to keep his head out of his ass.” she says, rolling her eyes for emphasis.
You snort at that, completely at ease as Mitsuki treats you like the daughter she never had.
You see a timid man in the kitchen, who is most likely Masaru, Katsuki’s dad.
You both greet each other, the brunette man much calmer than his wife, and he smiles at you and squeezes your shoulder as an awkward show of affection. While you two converse, however, Katsuki is already at war with his mother, both Masaru and yourself just stand by the island silent; you both know the drill.
“SHUT UP YA OLD HAG- STOP SMOTHERING MY GIRLFRIEND!” Katsuki yells.
“DON’T TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT KATSUKI, YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT GIRL IS AN ANGEL FOR STICKING WITH THAT BRATTY ASS OF YOURS.” Mitsuki retorts, irate.
You and Masaru look at each other, the latter mouthing to you if you wanted to help set the table, to which you nodded vehemently, unsure of what to do as the angry blonde duo continue to yell at each other.
Setting the table, you and Masaru trade stories of how you’ve both had to wrangle your respective partners to make sure they didn’t murder anyone, the both of you breaking into laughter as he recounts a story of how he once had to physically pick up his wife by the waist and haul her out of an ice cream store because they messed up his order.
You thought it was completely adorable, seeing how much Katsuki took after Mitsuki, telling Masaru of a similar story of when you and Katsuki went to a carnival, and you got scammed during one of the games.
Eventually the two blondes calmed down, joining you and Masaru in the dining room, where the food was all plated and ready to be eaten.
Midway through the conversation, you feel Katsuki’s hand slide over to squeeze yours under the table, a small gesture that you knew meant I told you so.
You refrain from rolling your eyes, enjoying the company of the Bakugous. The night seemed to drag on for ages (his words, not yours), and you found yourself blending in seamlessly in with Katsuki’s parents. And though he would never admit it, it warmed his heart to see someone he loved so much get along so well with his family. Things were going smoothly, until something Mitsuki says catches you off guard.
“So, when are you going to put a ring on her finger, huh brat?”
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NSFW headcannons for Sebastian Krueger
As always Reader is 30+ and female. Appearance neutral.
NSFW under cut
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Casual sex? No aftercare. Whoever is the guest uses the toilet, put on their clothes on and leaves. Will tell you to put your clothes on and go if you try to linger.
Relationship? Will grab a towel from the bathroom to wipe down both your bits then lay back down with you to enjoy the afterglow, maybe close his eyes for a bit. Might doze off on your chest for a few min when cuddling with you. (in my sfw list i wrote he's a cuddle bug, will continue with that)
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He loves his arms and hands, especially when they are around your waist, holding you down as he fucks you into oblivion, holding you tight to his chest as he fucks up into you from below. On you he loves your voice. He loves hearing your moans, loves hearing your voice break and squeak when you cum. Hearing you trying to say his name but a moan rises up before you can even finish his name.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) He's filthy with cum. He needs you to cum on his fingers multiple times before he will stick his dick in you. Is almost 40 and cant go for multiple rounds like his 20's anymore but needs to make you cum as much as can or until you start begging for his cock. Likes rubbing your pussy slick all over your tits for some reason.
God help you if you are a squirter. It's his mission to have his pelvis and thighs wet. If he can have his balls dripping with both of your spend by the end he will.
Doesn't care to bathe after sex. Likes you both being sticky with dried cum while you cuddle. If you let him he will have both of you going to sleep still sticky and then fucking again in the morning before washing. If you ask why he says he "loves the smell of your cunt"
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Really wants to hide and watch you masturbate. A little voyeurism. Might mention it one day but will never do it against your consent.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Had a lot of one night stands before his whole being a fugitive and wanted for murder. Can blow your back out real good.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
You laying on top of him chest to chest, him holding you tight to him and fucking up into you. Likes the same but you laying on your back on top of him too.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Sometimes, if he's feeling especially joyful. But otherwise he doesn't go out of the way to say something silly unless you do first.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Trimmed short. Not shaved.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) If he loves you and has been apart from you for some time. The man has yearned for you so hard that he will stroking your cheek and kissing your face as he rails into you.
If it's casual or new it's just about the fucking. If he likes you enough he'll kiss you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) If he feels like he needs to or wants to. If you want to watch will gladly let you but it'll either end with you sitting on it or him not letting you touch at all.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Manhandling. Picking you up and moving you around into positions and places he wants.
Overstimulation. He can be borderline cruel with it. You've cum hard twice and cant cum anymore? Yes you can and yes you will.
Kama Sutra kind of cock warming. Big on the Lotus position where the two of you hold each other, kiss and ever so gently move your hips against each other, you clenching down around his cock stimulating each other while he holds your hips still. Your pelvic floor muscles are in great shape since you started being serious together.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) In private where he can actually be affectionate with you without worrying about prying eyes and people with ulterior motives. So a bedroom with a locked door 90% of the time
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Nuzzling into his chest and neck like a cat will have him popping a boner real quick. Seeing you doing squats in the base gym has his mind quickly going to times where you've squat fucked him with your hands pressing him down to the bed until his dick was empty. Any time your body is rubbing against him or you are showing your strength gets him going.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) No sharing. Will not share and will not be shared. Brats. Doesn't like people that cause drama in general, so if you're a brat apply elsewhere. No hitting each other to hurt. Spanking is fine. No he will not punch you in the tits, stomach or kick you in the pussy.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Prefers to receive. Likes letting you do your own thing. Thoroughly enjoys seeing you choke yourself on his dick on your own. One time you made him lean back and you fucked his dick with your face. Treated your own throat like it was a fleshlight for him and he can never forget it, it's the first thing he thinks of when jacking off.
Eats you out like a champ. Usually saves it for when he has you overstimulated from coming on his fingers several times. Then he'll suck and lick your clit like it's a candy with a special center, at the same time he'll be fingering you hard. Always finishes by licking his hand and your cunt clean.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Likes a good slow sensual fuck most of the time with you, he wants to feel every inch of you but, He does love having you face down, ass up, having a hand on your shoulder holding you down while he fucks you hard and fast. Your incoherent babbles are just so sweet to his ears
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) If he wasn't a wanted fugitive and he could take more risks in your relationship then he would be fine bending you over your desk in your office on base and fuck you good. He wants to keep this between you private to protect you from his enemies. He's unknowingly being protected from your enemy too so it works out for you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Happy to try new positions and roleplays.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Not as long as in his prime. He's 39 now and he has about one decent round in him. That's why he makes you cum all over his fingers and hand before he even sticks his cock in you. He's got about 5 min from then before he's struggling not to cum. Some how can last for hours during cock warming but if his cock is moving in and out of you he's a gonner.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Is all for them. Usually used on you but he likes cockrings. Helps him last longer and makes his cock that little bit thicker
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) When it comes to overstimulating you he'll coo things like "you poor thing, so sensitive, hm?" "oh, you cannot cum anymore? Of course you can. I will show you" "have you gone stupid from cumming already?"
Is super into mutual edging. Both of you edging each other or yourselves together.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Very vocal with the sweet and dirty talk. Likes you to be vocal in return. You gasping and moaning his name is his favourite tune~
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Not really into anal despite having a great cock for it. Has seen to much porn in his younger days where women have done damage to their buttholes and doesn't want to do that to anyone, especially someone he cares about. Will fuck your ass a few times a year, months between for potential healing. He's very stern on waiting between times you guys have anal for some reason.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 5.7 inches. Curves up slightly and decently thick. You can feel the stretch of it every time he is inside of you. Never hurts or bruises. It's perfect for you and it's not too big to fuck your ass with.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) When you're having time off together, you guys fuck until you both start chaffing. If you have been apart from each other for an extended period of time. this man yearns for you hard. It's the kind of yearning that pulls out his favorite position. He needs you close to him and the two of you touching as much as possible,
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Will have a small nap with you for 10-15 min once clean up is done. If it's day time then he gets up after the nap and does stuff. At night time will encourage you to take your meds or w/e you do before bed and then snuggle up and sleep in each others arms.
#cod x reader#call of duty x reader#sebastian krueger#sebastian krueger x reader#krueger x reader#call of duty smut#cod smut
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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 8
pairings: lionesses x reader
summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.
part: eight
part one here
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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM
stairway y/n, i gotta tell you something very important
the imposter okay? what is it?
stairway
the imposter when and where?
stairway i was thinking a beach wedding this weekend
willybum WOAH WOAH WOAH hell nah gimme a chance
the REAL karate kid i can be a way better girlfriend than all of them y/n
neev no meee!
the imposter as much as i love all these offers you guys don't even know what i look like
elton wdym? we all know what you look like
the imposter well that's not creepy at all i never sent you guys a photo of me wait a second so you guys are stalkers! OMG I KNEW IT!!
elton NO NO NO WE ARE NOT your friend sent us that one time she was on your phone we assumed you knew that
the imposter WAIT WHAT NO I HAD NO CLUE OMG WHAT PHOTO WAS IT?? SHE DELETED IT ON THE CHAT
stairway wait a sec
the imposter WHATT I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THAT THAT IS SO UNFAIR OMG hang on how do you even have that?
earpsy half of them have it saved on their camera roll in favourites
lauren 1 exposed haha
the REAL karate kid shut up
the imposter ..... um okay then that's not scary at all it isn't even a good photo
neev iSnT eVEn a GoOd PhOTo GURLLL shut upppp you're gorgeous i'll marry you instantly
the imposter aw tyyy ily <33
neev
the REAL karate kid NAHH BACK UP RN
stairway
i'm coming for you charles
neev
elton hold on you guys i just realised
the REAL karate kid oh hell no
lotte what could she have possibly thought of now
maya everyone prepare yourselves
elton if pregnant women were to go swimming would they be classified as human submarines bcuz you know they're pregnant
the imposter
earpsy you really have outdone yourself this time
willybum
neev toone how the hell did you even think of that 😭😭
stairway no but she lowkey has a point tho ... they technically are if you think about it
lotte not you too 😭
the imposter ella bae ily but .....
the REAL karate kid i second that
elton
honestly you guys are just jealous jealous of my
meado
lord save me
✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦
THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM
the imposter how are my favourite stalkers doing? y'all have been quiet lately and i haven't been spammed with notifications from this chat it's kinda concerning hope y'all are doing well
lotte i would say enjoy the silence while it lasts lol but i'm doing well thanks! hope you're having a good day too <3
the imposter that's great to hear, and thank you!! xxx
stairway i'm doing good too!
neev i'm doing alright too thanks
elton oi we don't stalk you .... all the time
the imposter hold on okay i'm back
willybum WE'RE NOT STALKING YOU 😭
the imposter
guess this is goodbye my stalkers this has to end 🤝😔
stairway Y/N NOOO
the imposter
just booked myself some karate lessons see you guys on the streets ✌️
neev oh my god 😭
elton that's it i'm never going outside or leaving my house again
willybum nahhh this isn't fair Y/N come backkk
the REAL karate kid y/n my lovee plsss 🥺 i blame ella for all this
elton oi it's not my fault!
stairway it's okay we'll just wait here .... y/n?
neev okay its been half an hour y/n and still not an answer pls answer
the imposter a bit desperate are we, guys? what if i was just peeing?
stairway no of course not
willybum pfft we're not desperate
lotte um if you were peeing for about 30 mins then i would be seriously concerned and would be booking you a doctor's appointment
the imposter yeah yeah whatever you say, my stalkers :)
part nine here
#lionesses x reader#engwnt x reader#woso x reader#engwnt#lionesses#woso#alessia russo x reader#leah williamson x reader#ella toone x reader#niamh charles x reader#georgia stanway x reader#lotte wubben moy x reader#woso imagine#woso fanfics#womens football
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giving the people what they want 🙏
warnings: ofc swearing and yes we get VERY freaky yet AGAIN, y/n refers to herself as kk’s controversially young gf bc i think it’s funny, deal w it
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you: babe we should do this trend
kk: yes come over
kk: don’t even have to film it i’ll do it for free
you: i know u wanna kiss me 💋
kk: i think that’s obvious
you: no it’s a tik tok sound
kk: ok great come over and kiss me
you: ok… calm down… i’m coming
kk: really???
you: what is wrong with u.
kk: i’m sorry plz forgive me ma’am
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you: come over
kk: yes i’m omw
you: amazing response time btw
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YOU: WHWN THEY CALLED OFF THE CIRCUS BURNED THR DISCO DOWN WHEN THEY SENT HOME THE HORSED AND THE RODEO CLOWNS IM STILL OM THAT TIGHTROPE IM STILL TRYING EVERYTHING TO GET U LAUGHINF AT ME AND IM STILK A BELIEVER BUT I DONT KNOW WHY IVE NEVER BEEN A NATURAL ALL I DO IS TRY TRY TRY IM STILL ON THAT TRAPEZE IM STILK TRYING EVERYTHING TO KEEP U LOOKING AF ME
kk: is this taylor swift?
you: omg u got it right?? i’m so proud ❤️
kk: i learned from the best 💪
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you: why do u have no food in ur apartment
kk: ?? we have food
you: literally here rn and u don’t
kk: me and laila went shopping yesterday babe
you: *laila and i
kk: same thing
kk: i’m sure u can find something
you: i cant and im starving
kk: baby there’s food
you: i’m never eating again bye
you: i hate u healthy freaks
you: buy potato chips like normal ppl
kk: okay baby
…
you: i was hangry im sorry
kk: i figured 😂 no worries babe
kk: did u eat?
you: yes i had to doordash tho
kk: 🙄
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kk: i love u
you: PLEASE DONT KYS
kk: what????
you: i’m sorry it’s an automatic response
you: i love u too ❤️
kk: u confuse me sometimes
you: then i’m succeeding at being ur controversially young gf who’s references u don’t understand 🫡
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you: do u hate me?
kk: no ofc not
you: are u sure?
kk: yes i’m sure where is this coming from babe?
you: u let go of my hand earlier ☹️
kk: babe are u fr rn?
you: bye u hate me ok i’ll just see myself out
kk: and i’ll just drag u right back in bc i don’t hate u
kk: when did i even let go of ur hand?
you: when u were adjusting the bags ☹️
kk: ok so
kk: i let go of ur hand for one second to adjust the shopping bags i was carrying for u and u think i hate u?
you: yes exactly
you: do u?
kk: i love u my very clingy girl 😂
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kk: what is aura?
you: like aura points or the actual metaphysical thing
you: pls use it in a sentence
kk: “this dance is giving u negative aura points”
you: ok translation: doing this dance makes u look like a fucking loser
you: basically it’s like coolness
you: like if i tell someone “outfit gives u +1000 aura points” i’m basically saying like ur fit ate
kk: oh i see
kk: thank u baby
you: controversially young gf to the rescue 🫡
kk: u do realize ur not that much younger than me right
kk: like it’s not controversial
you: can u let me have this.
kk: okay baby ur my controversially young gf
you: thank u very much ❤️
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you: stop cheating on me.
kk: excuse me?
kk: i’m literally standing across from u. we’re in the same room right now
you: tell that bitch to back off before i do
kk: are u jealous?
you: obviously not. come here now
you: please
kk: yes ma’am
kk: i don’t even know who ur talking about btw
you: the blonde?
kk: i was genuinely too busy looking at u to notice
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you: omg this is so us.
kk: it’s a deer and a raccoon??
you: u just don’t get it…
kk: what is there to get
you: see the deer is me and u are the raccoon and the raccoon is hugging and kissing the deer
you: bc like ur so clingy
kk: unfortunately that makes sense
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you: i miss you
kk: yeah baby?
you: please come over
kk: i cant rn babe
you: please baby i miss u so muchhhh
kk: i’m sorryyyy sweetheart
kk: i’ll see what i can do but probably in an hour yeah?
you: that’s too long
you: come over now
kk: i’m sorry babe i cant
you: please caroline
you: i need you
kk: 30 mins
you: i need u really badly though…
kk: 20 minutes i promise
you: caroline please i really really need u rn
you: u know where i need u
kk: be there in 5
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as a doctor, where in the hospital staff would you place each of the bg3 companions? what would fit their characters the most?
Hahah oh this is great
Gonna keep this to doctors but let’s do different specialties
Ok so starting off strong: I think Karlach has big emergency medicine energy. She’s running the ED with an energy that nobody else can match, but especially that resus/trauma bay! Doesn’t shy away from the scary, gets stuck in. You know they don’t need security there to restrain the agitated when she’s on shift- all you need is Karlach and some ket.
Next I think Gale has the same aura as a senior ICM registrar (intensive care medicine resident). Probably dual training in renal or respiratory, likely has a PhD on the side. He has intensity when it matters but is an utter nerd. Likely the type who doesn’t like odd numbers on the vent settings. Precise, a little OCD, but fucking magical.
Wyll has to be a medical registrar (internal medicine senior resident). Probs in something acute like acute medicine or resp/gastro. Able to deal with vast quantities of shit and still put on a smile, graceful, caring, and properly holistic in the way he views patients. Quietly competent as the hells. Sacrifices himself for the good of the hospital.
Shadowheart is a tricky one. It would be too obvious to lean into the goth girl vibes and say pathology or whatever but actually I don’t think that fits. I think Shadowheart is an anaesthetist (anaesthesiologist to u Americans). Very very competent and always there exactly when you need her to save everyone else’s asses, but keen to retire to theatres after the fun is over and just crack on with a case by herself. Able to gossip like a pro. Likes taking the lead with her own problem solving. Would be catty as hell about her list overrunning or the surgeons doing something silly. probably overly reliant on caffeine.
Astarion. Cardiothoracics. Probably specifically cardiac surgery. No mortal human can stand for 12 hrs and perform like that. Also the most (justifiably) egotistical surgeons around. Would be bitching about his colleagues across the drapes with Shadowheart. Has had 200yrs to practice his techniques so the ego is probably really well placed. Those rogue hands were meant for complex cardiac surgery but that hair was made for the drama of it too. Easy access to blood products. Would do 30% NHS lists and 70% private practice to fund his lifestyle. Best dressed in the hospital.
Lae’zel is that really strange surgical registrar (general surgical senior resident) that you’re never quite sure if she’s joking or not when she makes threats toward you. Obviously very competent. Makes other surgeons cry but particularly the men. Has > 300 publications in major medical journals. Probably pioneered a revolutionary new technique that she came up with one rainy Saturday. Can get an appendix out in 5 mins max.
There is only one woman for trauma and orthopaedics and that is of course Minthara. A woman who dominates what is well known to be the most male dominated field in medicine. Lowest complication rate in the country. Every single one of her male juniors is terrified of her and for good reason. Will operate on things other surgeons would be too scared to touch. Complex poly-trauma patient with ‘unsurvivable’ injuries? Watch them walk out of hospital 3 months later.
Honourable mentions:
Durge- you know what, it’s so tempting to put Durge as a surgeon or even a pathologist (people who do autopsies), but that’s just too obvious. I think the murdering would be kept on the side. One thing Durge would love though is blood and carnage, maybe even a little high octane drama. For that reason- obstetrics. A little poetry to a killer bringing new life into the world too.
Jaheira - that incredible Professor who only works part time clinically now but when she does everyone is reminded of how brilliant she is. Gives me the energy of a ‘seen it all’ medical consultant (internal medicine attending).
Minsc- he should be ortho. Everyone thinks it- he has big Ortho lad energy. But he’s not. Minsc is a paediatrician!!!! It shocks everyone when they first meet him, this massive guy with a hamster on his shoulder. The kids love Boo. He’d be obsessed with Prof Jaheira too.
Halsin- can see him as a psychiatry professor actually. Probs does dabble in a little of the cooler types of therapies on the side (and tries them for himself) eg LSD for PTSD. Mixes medicine with non medical therapies. Very soothing to listen to.
Withers- palliative care consultant that should have retired millennia ago.
Volo- ophthalmology. 👁️
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#bg3#bg3 shadowheart#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 astarion#baldurs gate 3#bg3 durge#bg3 wyll#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 karlach#bg3 gale#gale dekarios#astarion ancunin#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#laezel#does this make the emperor a neuro surgeon? and perhaps orin can be a trainee neurosurgeon for her efforts with durge's skull lol
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Star crossed lovers (Jude Bellingham fic)
Chapter 7
(Series Link)
Jude * female reader. Mature Language in parts.
Synopsis: A chance encounter in a tiny Madrid cafe with the newest superstar of her fav club. The two couldn't be more different, yet both feel the pull toward the other. Would this girl be the one he finally falls for? Would she make him change his ways? Even though she resists him every step of the way, would he fight all odds (& her) to have her in his life? Or would life come in the way of these star-crossed lovers?
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Wednesday morning started off on a foul note for Jude. The team landed after a red eye flight & below is what he saw at 6:30 am.
Ananya: Heyy. Listen, I am so sorry but I can’t make it tonight. NY office just got back and we have tons more to do. All hands on deck. Will be MIA most of today & tmrw. Hope you put something on your bruises. Take care & see ya soon!
He groaned in frustration. Yesterday had been horrible & he was really looking forward to seeing her tonight. It was his primary motivation to get through the day. But the universe seemed to be conspiring against him.
He stayed in a pissy mood for a bit but sanity prevailed some time later.
Jude: Heyy, it’s fine. Work is work. Go kick some ass. Lemme know if you get done soon ya?
His message remained unseen till 10:30 pm. She hadn’t come online. He knew, since he had checked more than a few times.
He was about to crash when his phone buzzed.
Ananya: Still in office. Will be a long night. How was your day?
He perked up immediately & grabbed his phone.
Jude: Talk for a few mins?
Ananya: In conference room with folks, can’t step out.
Deflated, he fell back on the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. All he needed was some attention from her tonight. For her to fuss over him like she had done yesterday. But alas.
Jude: Day was ok I guess. Debriefed on the game, lads were being extra nice which was irritating but had a good chat with Boss. How was yours?
Ananya: Hectic, but this deal is so cool it’s blowing my mind.
Jude smiled for the first time today. Her ambition & drive was relatable. Admirable. And so so attractive.
Ananya: Ok gotta go now. Ciao.
And just like that, his smile faded.
Jude: Ciao. Eat something. C ya soon!
He twisted & turned in bed a few times. Finally, exhaustion took over and he drifted off to sleep.
Next day was worse, if that was even possible.
He again woke up irritated. The UK tabloids were going to run a trashy story about him & some girl. His team had been contacted for comments & the decision was to not entertain them at all. The story could drop any time now - that was the heads-up he had gotten.
Great, just what he needed.
The message that he wanted to see was not there. Not a single peep from Ananya. He scrolled through the previous messages, re-reading some. And then he froze.
She was going to see the article too.
Such gossip pieces on him were not uncommon but he mostly ignored them earlier. As did his team.
But this time, it was different. Because of her.
He had to get ahead of the situation.
Jude: Morning dove. I know you are busy. Quick heads up - you may see a tabloid piece today about my ‘girlfriend’. It’s all bull ok? I will explain when we talk.
Burying himself with work seemed like the best solution today. He went extra hard in the gym, pushing himself more, & then some. Letting his irritation be sucked out through sweat and sore muscles.
He was extra feisty in training, didn’t joke around & was super competitive in duels, earning all the applause of the coaching staff and some jeers from his teammates.
Cama and Vini teased him about his new girlfriend who he was apparently smitten by - the article was splashed all over social media by now. He evaded them after engaging in some superficial locker room banter.
Still no reply from her, even though she had seen the first message.
Jude: (Link) - This is what I was referring to. Like I said, it’s bull. How’s your day going?
When the messages were still unread after 2 hours, he started getting jittery. And did something he wouldn’t have done had he been thinking with a clear head.
He called her, knowing fully well she was dying at work today.
The number was unreachable. He tried again. Same message.
The jitters got stronger. Of the zillion things he was capable of doing to mess this up, this shouldn’t have been it.
It was one of those moments when the house looked emptier. Felt lonelier. He missed his home in Birmingham. He wished his mom were here with him.
She had called him earlier today to check on him, & could tell something was off in his voice. She didn’t push, knowing that he wanted to be left to his own devices.
Boy, he could do with her hug right now.
It was 8:30 pm. He had done everything he could for the day. There was nothing else to busy himself with. His friends from the team were all otherwise occupied tonight. He had no other real, normal friends in the city - ones he trusted/liked enough to hang out with.
He didn’t wanna talk to his Birmingham friends either - didn’t wanna bring up the article or the match. Wanted to block those out. Jobe was busy with his training too.
So he gulped his dinner while watching some random episodes of The Great British Bake Off. Something that used to be a family ritual back home.
Still no word from her. It was 10 pm.
It wasn’t fair. He hated feeling this restless. That’s why he stayed away from the complications of attachments - too much fucking drama that he absolutely didn’t need in his life right now. As if the pressures on him weren’t enough already.
His treacherous messed up self didn’t comply with his brain though.
Jude: Don’t overthink this. Talk to me once.
10:30 pm. Still nothing.
He was about to get up from his couch & drag himself to bed, when he saw the blue ticks started coming on her chat. She hadn’t blocked him then?
He grabbed his phone & dialled her number, shoving his pride aside. She picked up in two rings.
‘Heyyyy Judeyyy.’
She slurred on the line. Jude was stunned. Was this for real?
He channelled all his inner calmness - wanting to get the facts first.
‘Ananya - are you drunk?’
‘Siiii. We just downed half a bottle of tequila in three sixty minutes. No thirty-six. I meant thirty-six mins.’
He took a few deep breaths, as she giggled on the line.
‘Tell me where you are. I am picking you up.’
‘I am in a moving car - how will you pick me up from a moving car?’
‘What the fuck do you mean you are in a car? Who are you with? And why the fuck are you drinking in a car?’
He lost his patience despite his best efforts.
‘Yikes why the screaming? Hurting my ears Jude. So rude. Heyyy, that rhymed.’
He nearly pulled out a few of his flawlessly trimmed hair in frustration. When he spoke next, he broke up each word like he was talking to a child.
‘One step at a time yeah? Send me your live location.’
She managed to do that after a few failed attempts. Relief flooded over him when he saw she wasn’t too far from her home & on the right route.
‘Good girl. Now, are you alone, or is someone with you?’
‘I am in a limo. A black limo. Like in the movies. Can you believe it?’
‘That’s great. Not what I asked though. Is someone with you, Ananya?’
‘Roma. But she’s passed out. Wait let me see again? Yup - passed out.’
‘Was it such a smart thing to drink so much that you pass out in the back of a car? When you are alone?’
‘Hey, she passed out. Not me. Pls - my capacity is legendary. Ask me the square root of 1576 & I'll tell you.’
He was amused but had to remind himself that he was still mad.
‘Where were you today?’
Somehow, from her broken sentences, he gathered that the MD of their team lived on the outskirts of Madrid and there was a presentation of the final work at his mansion today. It was his limos that were dropping the team home. And the girls found the tequila in the car & just went for it after the grueling last 48 hours of work.
He also understood that her phone was on airplane mode most of the day. So she hadn’t seen his messages. Hadn’t seen the article either.
Suddenly, there was some commotion on the line.
‘Roma is hitting me to talk to you. Putting you on speaker.’
‘Heyyy lover boyyyy - finally.’
This time he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
‘Well hello to you too.’
‘You should know that you owe me. I convinced Ananya to go to the match. And, most importantly, I convinced her to GO WITH YOU after the match.’
‘Oh, I thought she came because of me. How sad.’
‘A little coz of you. But mostly it was me.’
‘I see. Then I definitely owe you one, Roma.’
‘Remember that when I ask for signed jerseys of the WHOLE TEAM. And Zidane. And of course our one true love Ronaldo.’
‘Ahh you too.’
‘Of course, we share a common love. But Ananya loves him more.’
‘Believe me, I know.’
The car swerved to their street soon after, stopping outside their apartment building.
‘Girls, focus now, ya? - watch your step, go inside, lock the door. Ananya - call me after. I am waiting.’
‘Sir yes sir.’
‘Byeee lover boyyyyy.’
Jude groaned as they hung up - staring at the phone for it to ring again. Praying that they don’t trip & fall on their assess.
The wait was excruciating. He got to his room, changed into his sleeping shorts, paced around, still nothing. How fuckin irresponsible. Finally, after 13 long mins, she called.
‘What took you so long?’
‘Code wasn’t working. Had to call neighbors to buzz us in.’
‘Wasn’t working or you forgot it?’
‘Pretty sure it wasn’t working.’
He shook his head & let it go, understanding how it was a lost cause.
Then he started blurting out some instructions to her like ‘re-check the door’, ‘grab some water’, ‘tell me you ate something before drinking’ etc.
Ananya followed them diligently, and the slurring reduced as the liqueur settled down. Still quite out of it, but he could hear the girl he knew in there.
Knowing she was safe now, his mood improved, and her antics even started looking cute.
‘Facetime?’
It felt like forever since he had seen her last. Held her last.
When he finally laid eyes on her, all his frustration & anxiety of last two days started to evaporate.
‘Hey you.’
She waved back happily, snuggled into her pillow, still in her work clothes. All dopey from the alcohol.
‘If I fall asleep on you tonight, don’t take it personally. Haven’t slept in 2 days.’
‘But you kicked ass though didn’t ya?
Her face brightened, despite the exhaustion.
‘Kinda did.’
‘Knew it. Proud of ya.’
He really was. She could tell. She was starting to learn how to read his bright, expressive, goofy eyes. Tonight, they were deep & sincere. And a little anxious.
‘How’s your mood now?’
20 minutes ago he would have had a very different answer.
‘Now? All fine, dove.’
She was about to tease him, call him cheesy & sickly sweet but he doubled down with his big brown doe eyes.
‘Missed you.’
Again, the sincerity hit her square in her heart. Throwing her off guard. He seemed different tonight. Vulnerable. The trademark blend of cocky flair & casual nonchalance not at the forefront.
‘Missed you too.’
She sighed, as her eyes fluttered shut. Not that she had had much time for any active thought the last few days. But seeing him like this just reminded her how much she was looking forward to meeting him last night.
As she gathered herself, he took in her surroundings. The baby pink pillows amused him the most; somehow he hadn’t associated that with her.
‘Can’t believe this is how I get to see your bedroom. On FaceTime.’
He didn't realize he had said it out loud. She giggled at his groans, batting her eyelashes at him. The vixen.
‘Yeah? What else did you have in mind?’
Jude shifted uncomfortably in the sheets.
‘Don’t tease. Not tonight.’
‘When’s a good time, then?’
‘When I am in touching distance of you, tease away, by all means.’
‘I am not stupid, Jude.’
‘Never thought you were, dove.’
Challenging each other was kind of becoming their thing. Neither liked backing down & both loved the dynamic.
But she was tired. Ready to drop dead anytime.
‘Gimme 2. Need to change out of these.’
‘Cool, I’ll stay here.’
She placed the phone on the bed. Then, on second thoughts, she covered the phone with her blanket. Suddenly, his screen was filled with baby pandas.
‘Seriously? I was facing the ceiling, what was I gonna see?’
‘Don’t trust you & your peripheral vision.’
Jude groaned audibly, facing the disorienting pandas, starting to seriously dislike the otherwise adorable creatures.
He could hear her bouncing around her room, humming something in a foreign tongue, heels clicking on the floor. Still quite buzzed, clearly.
And then, a loud thump.
‘What happened? You ok?’
‘Zipper got stuck in heels. Knocked over a carton. Am fine.’
Jude turned & buried his face in the pillow, trying very hard to drown out the thoughts of what she was doing right now.
He couldn’t afford to let himself wander, since they hadn’t yet discussed the matter at hand.
But it was hard, he nearly bit the pillow to rein himself in.
That’s how she found him when she returned in her tank top. The same one she had on that night, when he kissed her. Great.
‘What’s with you?’
She eyed him curiously, and he recovered quickly, game face back on.
‘Need to talk about something.’
‘Go on.’
Something had shifted in the environment. In him. Putting her on the edge.
Ripping off the band-aid quickly seemed like the best strategy to him.
‘A tabloid piece came out today about me & a girl, saying she is my girlfriend and we have been dating for 2 months. Which is not true. Never dated her. No idea how they came up with this. Wanted to give you a heads-up. Sent you the link in chat earlier today.’
He got it all out quickly. Then zeroed in on her face to gauge her reaction.
Her face had hardened like she was preparing for something unpleasant. Expressions too neutral, too blank for his liking. Almost cold. A more agitated reaction would have been less unsettling.
Ananya had a feeling it was something like this. The shield was up. Plus she was too spent to give any kind of outward reaction.
She replayed his words in her head, and read through the article, while he waited patiently.
Her insta feed was also full of this now. This was everywhere. She found the ID of the woman and clicked on her profile.
‘She is pretty.’
This was not the first thing he had expected to hear. But he had the good sense to know that no response was the best response. Both confirmation and denial would have been scoffed at.
‘You say you didn’t date her, but you do know her, right? Didn’t hear you deny that.’
Her tone was matter-of-fact, business-like. As if she was slicing & dicing a work project.
‘Yes. I do.’
‘Elaborate.’
‘Met her through insta. Liked some pics of each other. Chatted on DM. Then, met in person. Once.’
‘When?’
‘Two months ago.’
So the article had gotten at least something right.
‘Slept with her?’
Both were surprised by her cutting to the chase like this. The alcohol had lowered her inhibitions significantly plus she wasn't in the mood to entertain any nonsense.
‘Yes.’
‘Why only once?’
‘Sorry?’
‘Why not again? She is pretty.’
‘Umm…she is not from here.’
That wasn’t a good answer, he knew it the moment he said it. It wasn’t the complete truth either. But the damage was done.
‘Any exchanges after?’
‘Not from me.’
The unsaid hung heavily in the air. She chose to not address it.
Mindlessly, she kept scrolling through the girl’s profile and the details in the article, not wanting to say anything more immediately. Not wanting to look at him, while his eyes were glued to her face throughout.
Eventually, he couldn’t handle the silence & spoke softly.
‘Remember, this was in the past. Nothing has happened since we met. Nothing will happen.’
The deep baritone was back, trying to lull her into a sense of security.
She smiled wryly. If only it were that simple to believe. If only her mind was not filled with images of him frolicking at his home with this woman, as was so definitively stated in the article.
He felt the chasm widening between them, pulling her further away.
Some core truths, albeit crude, needed to be said out loud now.
‘Ananya - I’ve never lied to you. Never not answered anything you threw my way. Never painted a false picture of my lifestyle. We’ve discussed these encounters before. Yes this put a face to it & I get it’s hard. But that doesn’t change the fact that I was single, and both consenting adults always knew it was just sex, nothing more.’
Her eyes shot up at him at the last line, which he was expecting. But he stood his ground.
‘I can see you are judging me hard, and them too. Look…’
She cut him off sharply.
‘THEM? Who are they to me? Why should I judge women I don’t know anything about?’
‘And me?’
‘YOU? I am TRYING to understand you. Your DECISIONS. It is NOT EASY. Not something I ever imagined dealing with.’
‘I get it.’
He really did. She didn’t hear what he said though, still stuck on his previous words.
‘And THEM? Seriously how many are there? How many such GIRLFRIENDS should I be prepared for?’
He blanked & panicked simultaneously. How was he supposed to answer that? Thankfully, she intervened.
‘You know what? Scratch that. Don’t answer that, I don’t ever wanna know. I don’t care.’
She jerked her face away, trying to compose herself.
But he couldn’t stop staring at her. The usually calm, jovial features a picture of irritation & exhaustion right now. The need to hold her close & comfort her paralyzed him.
‘Can we do this in person? I can be there in 20-25 mins.’
‘NO.’
It was a firm, decisive no. Leaving no scope for discussion. He figured it was also her showing him he wasn’t just gonna get his way with her, that she wasn’t like the others.
But he knew that already. That’s what had fascinated him so about her. She was unlike anyone he had been with before. How he wished she could see that too.
For the first time, the silence between them was not comfortable. Or comforting.
The silence was interrupted by constant pings on her phone - two calls followed by a few messages. He saw her eyes go wide as she focused on the screen.
It was 12 am. Jude had a sinking feeling who it could be from. Last two days, he had really behaved himself. Despite knowing she would have spent every waking minute at work around that insufferable colleague of hers. Sticking to her like a leech. Pinging her at odd times.
But, in a grand display of restraint, Jude hadn't uttered a word to her. It was her work after all.
‘Jude I’m gonna need two mins.’
She muttered urgently, getting up from the bed.
‘I will stay online if that’s ok.’
‘Fine.’
She was already out the door, leaving the phone, leaving him behind.
Jude found himself facing the ceiling of her room again. Seriously, what the fuck just happened? Could this day get any more rotten?
She returned in a minute. He could hear her but not see her yet. Bile rose in his throat when he realised who she was talking to.
‘Hey Arjun, yes I found it. It’s with me now. Thank you so much for letting me know, this could have gone anywhere. You are a lifesaver.’
A pause for a few seconds, in which Jude plotted getting that cockroach permanently banned from the Bernabeu (Ananya had mentioned how big a fan he was), and then her voice again. Filled with genuine gratitude. Jude wanted to puke.
‘Yeah all good, thanks again. Good night, see you tmrw.’
If her intent was to hurt Jude, then someone should hand her the Balon d’or immediately.
Ananya hung up, came back to the bed, and realized her phone was not on mute. She couldn’t find it in herself to care though, not right now.
‘All ok?’
Jude would have put monks to shame at the evenness he was able to muster in his voice.
‘Roma was drunk-texting on our work group. Some questionable stuff. Hv deleted the texts, will keep her phone tonight. Glad Arjun alerted me.’
And just like that, evenness went out the window. Replaced with sarcasm, laced with disdain.
‘How sweet of him, what a gentleman.’
Ananya turned the full force of her glare at Jude, which he met head on. Fire dancing in both their eyes.
‘Would you GROW UP? Not everything is about you. And yes, he IS a gentleman. Your petulance will not change that.’
‘A FUCKIN TWAT is what he is. Always interrupting us. Always trying to cozy up to you. Even when he doesn’t have a shot. Classic small-dick energy. Quite fuckin LITERALLY in his case.’
Ananya could punch him through the screen. The insufferable, entitled, derisive prick that he was being. So full of himself. He needed to be put in his place.
‘Yeah? Maybe I should verify that.’
The bodyblow landed as intended. Making him double over with pain.
Jude felt like someone had kicked him in the gut and in the nuts at the same time. His throat went dry and his hands turned clammy.
The numbness hitting his brain, then his body. The rage dissipated & he realised he didn’t have a leg to stand on, given how they had gotten here tonight.
Plus she would never do the thing she hates the most. She would never cheat, he was convinced.
His tone went down several notches, as did his attitude.
‘I know you are angry. I know you didn’t mean it.’
‘Oh no - I really do want..’
‘ANANYA PLEASE. Please. Slap me if you want to, smack me all that you like but NOT THIS. Please.’
The distress in his choked voice made her stop. Knocking the fight out of her.
Her voice lost its edge, coming out in a whisper.
‘A hypothetical scenario broke you. Whereas….you…..you have actually..’
She didn’t finish the sentence. But the message was well understood.
‘I know it’s unfair. Even hypocritical of me. But I can’t help it. Can’t handle even the idea of you with anyone else. I want all of you. All for me. All the time. I’d go nuts otherwise I swear.’
This moment, she saw a young, sensitive, insecure boy in Jude, not the mature, articulate, sorted, in-control grown man known to the world.
She found it strangely healing; a distinct warmth seeping into her skin and settling into the pit of her stomach.
It was 12:30. Two emotionally charged hours they had spent on the phone. Dead tired from work. Yet, the idea of hanging up & calling it a night never occurred to either.
Just then, her doorbell rang, making her jump.
‘Don’t be alarmed. Answer it.’
She eyed him curiously, checking his background again. He was still in his bed.
‘What did you do now?’
‘Answer the door & you’ll see.’
Huffing, she got out of bed & walked out. Leaving him facing the ceiling again. Third time that night.
When she came back, he finally saw a ghost of a smile on her lips. And the light returned to her gorgeous soft eyes.
She was still gazing at the bouquet, stroking & smelling with contentment.
‘White Tulips for dove. Thought it’d be fitting.’
‘Jude.’
She sighed deeply, and buried her head in the flowers, letting the strong scent drown her senses.
This was never going to be easy, she knew that from the start. But every time she got wobbly, he steadied her. Every time doubts pulled her away, he clawed his way back to her. Lack of effort was definitely not something she could hold against him.
Maybe he means what he says. Maybe it is different for him this time.
She turned to look at his smiling face, still leaning on the flowers.
‘How did you even find these in the middle of the night?’
‘To be fair I ordered them in the evening, when I thought you blocked me.’
‘Blocked you?’
He just shrugged in response. Slightly embarrassed but trying to not show it.
She laughed at the absurdity of it all, and he finally let go too, letting himself relax. The sound of his little giggles bounced on her ears, doing things to her.
‘You are such a loon.’
‘Wanna be your loon.’
She was starting to melt now and wanted to arrest the fall. So she switched gears.
‘Tell me - what was the plan if I had blocked you?’
There had to be a plan. He wasn’t the kind to take things lying down.
‘Cheesecake & churros from our cafe tmrw morning. Along with a letter stating how a 20-year-old boy has the same psychological maturity as a 15-year-old girl. Therefore you should cut me some slack given women are far smarter biologically and also coz you are you. I’m not saying it, science is. Facts.’
‘Reallyyyyy? So a 20 yr old boy lacks psychological maturity, but somehow that’s not a problem when he fucks half the world with impunity? What does science say about that? No disadvantage there?’
Jude’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, still trying to process how his attempted humour had backfired in about 50,000 ways.
To his credit, he recovered fast.
‘See? A smart person would not have walked into that hole like I did. Exhibit A of how dumb I am. This just proves my point.’
‘How come the world fawns over your intelligence & maturity then?
‘They don’t know me. It’s a scam. Trent says I should still be in diapers. He said that to Jobe once & the little scoundrel agreed.'
He had done it again. Pacified her without her even realising. Yeah, she wasn’t buying the dumb act. This boy knew his power & used it unabashedly, to his full advantage.
It was 1 am. She yawned while checking the time & Jude suddenly got hit by pangs of guilt.
He would let her go soon, just needed to hear one thing.
‘We ok?
He barely blinked till she responded.
‘I guess so.’
She shrugged, realising she wasn’t mad anymore.
He figured that’s the best he would get tonight. But soon, when they are together, he’ll make up for this mess.
It was time to let her get some well deserved rest.
Jude leaned in, eyes firmly locked into hers, and kissed his phone screen. He had never done that for another girl before. But this one, she made him do this twice in a span of 2 days.
She followed his movement closely, meeting his gaze. Somehow feeling his lips brush her skin.
‘End my misery and meet me soon?’
She nodded, and he flashed her a trademark ear-to-ear Jude smile. Crinkling eyes n all. Making her heart leap in her chest.
‘Now go, get some rest. And since you won’t let me come over, hug the flowers instead when you sleep tonight. You’ll feel me around.’
‘Bye Jude.’
‘Bye dove.’
Goes without saying, she did hug the flowers as she slept that night.
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This chapter was very different in my head when I posted the previous one. But then, stuff happened the last few days & I felt like writing about it.
As always, would love to hear your thoughts / comments / feedback. Hope you are liking the story & these two, lots more to come :)
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What People Think Of Your Photos!?!??? Piles 1-3 Respectfully
Pile One: Your photos has people so down bad. Some people think your happiness is a direct blow to their egos and others are just upset they don’t have the preferred amount of proximity to you. Your growth & worth inspires a lot of people even if you don’t see it. You make people want to compete with you or step their game up every time you post. You make others want to be the best version of themselves and heal wounds they may have. Your originality truely sparks peoples interest in the world
Pile Two: Some energies around you are in a lot of pain from not being able to have you in their lives anymore. You make people feel very regretful for not ever seeing your potential or treating you better before it was too late. Even if you’ve never actively seeked revenge, it is still yours. So many people feel ashamed & judged for misunderstanding you simply by seeing how far you’ve come and how great you seem to be doing. You’re like the underdog who has finally risen.
Pile Three: You encourage so many people to just be themselves but you also encourage people to take action towards impressing you. Some people thought just because you didn’t have what they had or looked how they looked that you should not had been as successful or happy but they see now it has nothing to do with what they thought. You’re proving so many people wrong & it shows. You’re showing someone just how better off you are without them
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Someone may want to reach out but is conflicted or overthinking💕🧚🏾♂️
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personal summary of what might be the most unserious gp i have ever seen aka sao paulo 2024:
(almost needed a whole separate post just for qualis and side note, this sounds a bit like commentary bc i was actually making commentary when watching for my friend)
tldr for qualis; more red flags than an all boys' school, some controversial safety car periods, hamilton out q1, red bulls+sainz out q2, crazy top 5 of norris, russell, tsunoda, ocon and lawson in That Exact Order.
• before the race even STARTED, sainz was starting from the pit lane, albon didn't start the race due to damage from quali, verstappen had a 5 place grid penalty. when you think things are already crazy enough, lance stroll spins out on the formation lap which calls for a second formation lap, and then a third formation lap and aborted start due to lots of confusion (multiple drivers were noted 💀)
(will cut here to save space T-T)
• lights out and away we go....and so does the lead apparently bc russell almost immediately grabbed first from norris?? and he held onto that lead like my grandma holds a grudge; for what seemed like aeons. 😭
• verstappen, hamilton, colapinto and gasly were leaping up the ranks like nobody's business, literally blinked and i missed multiple overtakes from them.
• speaking of verstappen, he goes all the way up from p17 to p6 in like less than 15 laps and there was a super nerve wracking train of tsunoda, ocon, leclerc and verstappen that honestly stressed the hell out of me to watch for all those consecutive laps (i left to get an ice cream and when i came back, even the gaps between had barely changed at all)
• ferrari suddenly decides to pit leclerc incredibly early which i still cannot tell if it was a good idea or not because it started raining heavily and soon everyone except a few of the leading pack went into the pit after a virtual safety car period bc hulkenberg spun out (more on him later trust me), which puts us with a seemingly temporary top 3 of OCON, VERSTAPPEN AND GASLY??? in that order too! 🤡
• first red flag because colapinto collided really heavily into the barriers (man i feel bad for him, this is as close to a home race as it gets for him) and i swear nobody is having a worse day than the williams garage.....my genuine thoughts and prayers to that blue unserious team
• AN ACTUAL BLACK FLAG?!!??? to hulkenberg because apparently when he spun out he had marshals push his car back on track which isn't allowed (but i have to say, unless he made the marshals do it when they didn't want to, it's also a bit on them)....williams racing might have a competitor for most depressed garage after this 😭
• penalties!! so many penalties!! bearman picked up a couple of penalties for collisions and so did piastri which they keep until the end and i'm quite sure there were a couple more but i really could NOT keep up oops. (edit: one more thing! i do feel a little bad for piastri bc he had to sort of give a bit of way for norris at the end when they were stacked tgt only for them to not move up positions at all and with the 10s penalty idk how this will end up being.)
• this red flag period was so unbelievably long (i think all in all it was about 30 min?) that i had time to watch them all go into the pits and get out of their cars, then leave and do some laundry, grab a snack and a drink. 😭 and when i returned, 16 drivers had just requested a restart which in turn led the fia to call for a rolling start
• they finally went back to racing, and so many things happened relatively quickly; norris went wide and russell went past norris to p4, bearman got into the barriers but returns to bring up the rear (NOOO MY SON) and sainz crashed rather badly into the barriers and that was ANOTHER safety car period good god! (they said this is his second time in the barriers which, absolutely Foul, but unfortunately not wrong 😭)
• verstappen (who was honestly having a great day so far from p17 to p2) TOOK A PRETTY BIG LEAD which. oh my god we hadn't seen this in like 100 days or something 😭 and norris goes down to p7?? not sure what happened there tbh i was not looking closely oops again.
• there was a crazy back-and-forth battle going in the midfield bc both vcarbs are in front of perez who, in the commentators' words, "are both fighting for his seat" 💀 and hamilton was also chasing perez (and eventually got the last point) so there was just a lot of scrabbling for points i guess?
• also somewhere in there, i didn't keep track because of so many things happening, alonso spun out and ended up at the back of the pack (i also feel bad for him bc he mentioned back pain and bouncing at the end so sorry grandpa) and yet he did not finish dead last? afterwards he was dead set on finishing the race "for the mechanics", in his own words, which i see as an absolute class act in my opinion. hate him or love him, this makes me have huge respect for him.
• ALPINE. alpine oh my god i (and them. and EVERYONE HONESTLY???) can't believe they held onto a double podium all the way to the end wow i think nobody is happier than that garage and team rn like whole house GLADDD 😭 (p.s. my friend, not sure if she'd like to be tagged, said that the french flag and dutch flag at the podium ceremony were "like y-axis and x-axis" which had me losing it)
• honestly the only thing i am rather sad about is tsunoda finishing p8 after starting p3 but if we are being honest, parts of this race were due to circumstances and perhaps a little bit of additional luck but at least he is in the points and goodbye unlucky streak!! plus it's double vcarb points!
[side notes because this is as long as an entire speech; i did the maths and norris would have to be p1 and verstappen p8 in every single grand prix (not counting the sprint) to win by 1 point and if the maths works out that they're both tied in points, verstappen would still win because he has more grand prix wins even if norris wins all remaining 3 gps]
in conclusion, for a race i predicted would finish at 1:30am my time (it started at 11:30pm here) and hopefully i would get more 5 hours of sleep before work, i will be left with just over 3 hours of sleep now and yet i have ZERO REGRETS BECAUSE HOLY FCK THAT WAS A ROLLERCOASTER. absolutely nothing can top this race for me for the entire season and maybe even last season!!
definitely probably missed quite a few things but this is what i can remember off the top of my head or what was most memorable to me and it is 3am here so pls cut me some slack 🙏
#f1#formula 1#formula one#max verstappen#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#franco colapinto#alex albon#george russell#checo perez#lewis hamilton#nico hulkenberg#valtteri bottas#zhou guanyu#yuki tsunoda#liam lawson#pierre gasly#esteban ocon#lando norris#oscar piastri#oliver bearman#ollie bearman#lance stroll#fernando alonso#brazilian gp 2024#sao paulo gp 2024#my recaps#oracle red bull racing#bwt alpine f1 team#<tagging teams for once bc ngl they deserve it
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A customer, walking in at 15:38: I had an appointment at half past three :)
I, resisting the urge to say "yes. you HAD an appointment": great, let me go check from our optician if qe still have time to take you :)
the customer as a return to them to tell them we do, indeed, have enough slack in schedule to accomodate being 10 minutes late: oh I'M SORRY, I didn't realise the timing was SO PRECISE. I can go elsewhere also 🙄🙄🙄
like. the fuck did you think? that you can just come in at any time? it's not even a question of our schedule being ~so precise~ when you come ten minutes late for a 30 min appointment, meaning you have maybe 10 to 15 minutes of your scheduled time left by the time I've checked you in. We schedule half an our for a check up for a reason, 10 to 15 minutes is not enough. Your lucky we had a cancellation after your appointment and two rooms at ready so we could shift your appointment to start later than planned...
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DAY 5919
StWork, Mumbai May 2, 2024 Thu 12:49 PM
Birthday - EF - Elena Iankova Friday, 3 May .. and all our wishes for a happy birthday
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Yo !
here before time for a very big change .. haha ..
but at work and got a bit of time and BOOM !
got to say the travel from Juhu home to work Marine Drive in 30 mins .. amazing Coastal Road and the Tunnel emerging on Marine Drive , just before its flyover and simply amazing .. !
Super constructed roads, tunnel, neat clean construct .. no traffic jams .. and done ..
Ok just to change the topic .. here is something to know :
Know what is a "mondegreen?'
MONDEGREENS
If you’ve been listening to rock music, you know it’s often hard to make out the lyrics. They sing it their way and we hear it our way.
Jimi Hendrix famously sang the phrase “While I kiss the sky” which was heard by thousands as “While I kissed this guy.”
CCR’s popular song originally said, “There’s a bad moon on the rise.” Many heard it as “There’s a bathroom on the right.”
Deep Purple’s still-popular chorus (known for its timeless guitar riff) “Smoke on the water/Fire in the sky” was misheard as “Smoke on the water/Fire engine guy.”
Nirvana’s anthem “Smells like Teen Spirit” had the lines, “Here we are now/Entertain us.” They were misheard as, “Here we are now/In containers.”
When Elvis Presley sang, “Everybody in the whole cell block”, many heard it as” Everybody in a wholesale frock”
There’s actually a word for misheard lyrics like these.
Mondegreen.
Some mondegreens became so famous that even artistes like Hendrix and CCR sang the misheard versions in their live concerts in a spirit of fun and tease.
It’s not just in pop songs that mondegreens occur. The US national anthem begins with the lofty words, “Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light.’ Some heard them as “José, can you see…”
Occasionally, mondegreens had an interesting side-effect. Joe Cocker sang of a ‘lovely planet’ which was misheard as ‘lonely planet.’ The latter became the name of a well-known travel guide series of books.
No one knows why we hear the wrong thing although there are theories. It’s akin to the game of Chinese Whispers where the original line gets progressively distorted into some hilarious garbage by the time it reaches the last guy.
Mondegreens are not restricted to English alone. South Indians, with limited knowledge of Hindi, were taught patriotic songs in Hindi by zealous teachers. A popular one had the repeating phrase, “Bara tamata.” School students sang it with great gusto. Years later, some of them realized the actual words were “Bharat Mata.”
A popular line from Qurbani song, “Aap jaisa koi meri/zindagee mein aaye/ toh baat bun jaaye” was understood as “Aap jaisa koi…toh baap bun jaaye.” The defective version made sense to many who saw Zeenat Aman gyrating on those lyrics while gaping at Feroz Khan.
Many who weren’t familiar with the hill station between Bombay and Pune heard the Gulaami song as “Haathi ka andaa la” until they realized it was “Aati kya Khandala”.
I have a friend, her name is Geeta. Her family called her Gitu. Throughout her childhood and youth, she thought Rajesh Khanna was singing for her, when he said, ”Mere sapnon ki raani kab aaye Gitu”.
'Mondegreen' sounds French but isn't. In 1954, a writer at Harper’s Magazine remembered how as a little girl she misheard an old English ballad. The actual words, saluting a dead war hero, were:
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘰' 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯.
She heard them as:
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘰' 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯.
And thus was born the word ‘mondegreen’ to signify all misheard lyrics from that moment on.
Turns out, mondegreen itself started life as a mondegreen.
sent to me by a friend .. 🤣🤣
More perhaps later .. or perhaps not ..
Amitabh Bachchan
and some more .. a very pertinent article in TOI ..
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Lestappen drabble!
(Max/Charles, 900 words)
Prompts were: ‘Royalty au’ + “Why are you covered in blood?” “Uh. Long story?”
TWO DRABBLE POSTS FROM ME IN TWO DAYS? Unheard of. Insane. anywho it’s another sprint of 30 mins with the tsgc pals! (this is my first time tackling lestappen so i hope i did them justice!)
Charles likes to ride in the evenings.
Usually about the time that most of the grounds are having supper or getting ready to close up operations for the night. It’s just easier that way, considering it’s less people to run into and have to talk to.
It’s not that he hates the attention per se, but a lifetime of people stuttering at you with wide eyes that are immediately downcast for the rest of your conversation really wears on a person, y’know?
So it’s just more peaceful for him to slip into the stable while most, if not all, of the stable hands are at the main structure for supper.
He putters around the squat little building, rustling through the royal tack to find the more worn and comfortable riding gear. His mother says that he should always use the ceremonial saddles and reigns and such, but they’re so uncomfortable for both him and Daphne that he just sifts around until he finds the practice tack.
He’s looking for Daphne’s favorite bit and mumbling to himself when he hears heavy boots slam into the stable.
He hides the gathered tack behind his back and whips around just as a figure makes his way into the small alcove he’s hiding in.
What he expects is a stable hand, hurried and frazzled from forgetting one of their chores that had to be completed before supper. And he would play the aloof prince that was just coming to do a surprise evaluation of the tack room. Perfect plan.
What he doesn’t expect, is piercing blue eyes, strong shoulders, and—
“Why are you covered in blood?”
The man looks down at his hands and darkly stained clothing. Then he looks back up, quirks an eyebrow and clears his throat.
“Uh. Long story?”
Charles makes a frankly undignified noise at that but reaches for a rag anyway and tosses it over to the man in the doorway.
He catches it with ease and begins wiping at his hands hastily.
“Sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush.” The man says, looking directly into Charles’ eyes. Then he’s swiping loose fabric and blankets from the nearest shelf and turning on his heel, disappearing as quickly as he came in.
Charles looks at the tack still in his hands, confusion and curiosity getting the better of him at this man who seemed to have no idea who he was.
He tosses the tack down back onto the bench and scurries after the man.
“Wait! Hang on. Please—“ Charles calls after him, kind of thrilled being forced to chase someone for once in his life.
The man glances back over his shoulder but keeps his brisk pace. Then he ducks around a corner of the stable.
Charles’ mind is whirring at this guy, never having been ignored before either. It’s almost fun in a way.
He finally rounds the corner himself and for the second time this afternoon, he finds himself at a complete loss of what he expects to find.
The man is crouching on the floor of the stable, tucking blankets underneath one of the horses.
He looks up for a moment and Charles feels a little tingle run down his spine at the man’s eyes once again meeting his with reckless abandon.
“Is she okay?” Charles motions weakly at the horse groaning quietly in the hay.
The man snorts. “If pushing a thirty pound animal out of your body can classify as okay, then yep, she’s doing great.”
Charles raises his eyebrows at this. Before he can open his mouth again, the man speaks.
“Since you’re here, can you pass me that blanket?” The man says, motioning towards a wayward blanket at Charles’ feet.
Charles squeaks a small little noise at that and automatically grabs the fabric, bringing it over to him. When he passes it over, the man’s fingers brush against his.
“Thank you.” He says, offering a small smile. “Have you ever helped deliver a foal?”
Charles shakes his head mutely, unsure of what to do, or if this guy really has no idea that he’s the prince.
The man nods his head once and then furrows his brows. “Well. Seeing as you’re the one who followed me, I think you’re going to learn today.”
The man starts to bark out little orders of where Charles needs to grip the mare and guides his hands over her haunches. Charles, almost numbly at this point, just nods and follows directions. His brain is running a million miles an hour, but his hands are busy and his eyes keep flitting over to the man’s broad form and bloody hands.
Charles distractedly thinks to himself, Those are some nice hands to be covered in blood, before he can clear the thought from the forefront of his mind.
Once the man has situated all of the tools that they need around the mare’s backside and stopped running around to ensure the blankets are in the right areas, he settles down next to Charles.
“Max.”
“What?” Charles says in a decidedly un-princely manner.
The man gently tugs Charles’ hands to another part of the mare’s legs, flicking his gaze back to him.
“That’s my name. Max.”
Charles nods, trying to keep his hands in the right place.
The man, Max, smirks a bit. “Y’know this is where you tell me your name.”
Charles lets out a surprised noise and bites his lip.
“Uh. It’s, uh Chuck.”
Max nods, placing a steadying hand on the mare’s haunches.
“Well, Chuck, are you ready to meet this foal?”
Max smiles at him, a stray piece of blond hair falling over his forehead. The man is still covered in blood and hay, and Charles honestly thinks he might look like the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
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The knight of Dawn had less than 10 min of screen and is already one of the most tragic guy in Twisted. He had the start of your basic fairytale hero: an orphan, blessed by day fairies, took and raised by a king, in love with his caretaker daughter (who loves him back), a true talented knight, respected leader by his army...
But his caretaker suddently fell ill, and he had to go to war to find a magic stone able to save him in another countries full of- a different kind yes but still- fae like the one who blessed and loved you.
He fought. Because even if he knows what they were doing was bad, he had a debt over his caretaker, and over the precious girl he loved and who waited for her father health to be back. The same girl who waited him alive at home.
We still don't know if he was already promised to Princess Leia at that time, or if they were already married or if Leia was already pregnant with Silver. But it just add more tragedy if he followed Henrick because he said to him that those battle would truly give him a title of hero and allow him to marry Leia. After all, he was just an orphan raised for his sword skills and his blessings right ? How could someone like him, without any backround could think about marrying THE princess ?
Because at the end, after the fall of Meleanor, he married the princess. He even had a son with her.
We still don't even know if he had see his son before he passed. He could have gave his ring to pregnant Leia before going to fight other human who wanted the fairies land- which I'm sure fighted back too after the lost of their only princess.
The idea of this man, caught between his guilt, his sense of justice, and his wish to protect the family he created and dying in a battlefield just kill me. He started as the protagonist of a fairytale and ended- like everyone who perished in that war- as one of the characters of a tragedy. Neither more or less than someone whose name was forgotten in history, just to be reminded in the story book and the fae who lived at his time by his title "The Knight of Dawn". Not a father. Not a husband. Not even as himself. Just as the puppet he was, and whose history will remember as his true self.
I'm actually curious about what Leia did after everything. She probably must said her son was dead- fearing someone would wait for the baby to wake up and kill him and the "special person who will love him". Does she survived ? For a short or a long time ? Does she tried to keep her husband memory, his side of the story, alive ? Or did she was incapable of doing so, because people only believe and remember what they want ? Has she remarried ? Or did she stayed faithfull to her husband and child memory, alone until the end ?
She will never know when her child would woke up. What kind of person will raise him. How he would grow up. If she lived a long life, she must had think of this until the end. Hoping her child would wake up soon -but even more that he will wake up safe. In the arms of someone who loves him more than she could think.
Only for this person to be the ex-general of the enemy army. Who kinda try for three second to strangle the baby to death because intrusive thought and trauma-
Only for the same baby to be saved by the thought of the grown-up eggs her brother wanted. The same egg her husband saved, with the general, long ago. A act of merely 30 seconds, in the heat of a battle, out of guilt.
Too much tragedy for me 🥹
YES ANONIE🌺🌻🌸 THIS IS EXACTLY IT!! All of this!!
You bring up a great point because we don’t know his relationship at the time to Leia and how that could have been used against him. Additionally, we know henrik used fear tactics on his people to get them to fight the fae. How Henrik plan was to make meleanor angry and we saw how that made the other knights afraid and stand up against her. How the knight of dawn had no choice but to fight because of it despite clearly not wanting to.
The knight of dawn was beloved by the people so I can’t help but wonder if rsa was founded in his honor. There is a sword in a stone there as well that makes me wonder if it could be his. The potential that he couldn’t even see his sons birth just makes me want to cry. He didn’t deserve this, none of them did. I really hope we get his name at one point because it would be so sad to just know him as the knight of dawn.
I’m very curious as well about Leia. There’s so many possibilities to her as well. The fact she had to give up her new born baby so he could be safe. We know the fairies said she had to leave because there were forces at their door step. So, at the very least she could have died being a decoy. Or even if she lived, I don’t see her living long if she’s a prisoner of war. Imagine if she did live?? And she tried to wake silver and couldn’t?? How would that make her feel?? Though I’m sure the grief in her and the warring times would be part of why he wouldn’t awaken then.
It’s really just so heart breaking being parents and not being able to raise your child, not being able to provide them love and peace. Especially because it was your brothers fault.
And the way fates intwine!!! How one simple action of saving lilia and malleus later on saved Silver. How lilia who didn’t let intrusive thoughts win didn’t because of malleus, because he had malleus and that was because the dawn of knight helped them. How malleus grew to love silver within a matter of moments. These two who lost parents in times of war, grew up as brothers in a loving household. Something everyone deserves but they could only receive hundreds of years later.
I am internally screaming and crying 😭😭 thank you for sending this in Anonie, the way you worded it and the situations you brought up just has my mind whirling.
So much tragedy Anonie 😭, I hope we get more light in all this darkness soon. For both our sakes 🙏💚
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I haven't read it yet so maybe it's just a summary from another interview or something, but I just saw this (it's in German)
https://twitter.com/queer_de/status/1739592775115366576
looks like a new interview!!!
Lesbian professional couple: "Women's football has always been a safe space"
Pernille Harder and Magdalena Eriksson from FC Bayern are not only top footballers. For the gay couple, their commitment to the LGBTI community is also important. An interview about kissing and fighting.
By Martin Moravec, dpa Today, 11:22 a.m. 9 Min.
The world-class footballers Pernille Harder (31) and Magdalena Eriksson (30) have been playing for FC Bayern Munich since this summer. Together. This was also very important for the Danish-Swedish couple in their private lives (queer.de reported). In an interview with the German Press Agency, Harder, a striker who has just recovered, and Eriksson, a defender who is currently injured, talk about communication in a long-distance relationship, Tetris while disposing of waste and two kisses that made history.
Ms. Eriksson, Ms. Harder, you met ten years ago at Linköpings FC in Sweden. What was your first impression of each other? Eriksson: I thought Pernille was great as a football player. She really impressed me, she was next level for me. I had never played with a player as good as her before. I was also surprised at how modest she was, even though she had so much talent. And she's a nice person too (laughs). We became good friends and then had a mutual group of friends who did a lot together. Harder: We are both very interested in mathematics and then we took a math course together. We got to know each other even better. After a few months we became a couple.
You were in a long-distance relationship for several years. How difficult was that for you as a couple?
Harder: It was difficult. You really have to work hard to make it work. But the time we were apart was also good for our relationship. Luckily, we developed in the same direction. The fact that we lived apart for three and a half years and are still together shows that our relationship is really deep and resilient. We both felt that this relationship was worth fighting for, even if we often only saw each other once a month. Magda often flew from London to Wolfsburg for a day and a half. Eriksson: You learn a lot about communication when you have a long-distance relationship, because that's the key. If you don't communicate, you actually have nothing because you don't see each other, you're not physically close. We've learned over the years that we had to get better at talking to each other and expressing our feelings with words. That helped us grow into our relationship. We communicate much better now than before our long-distance relationship. We have also become much stronger in this respect. The distance has disappeared at Chelsea FC, where they played together from 2020 to 2023, and now also at FC Bayern Munich. Did you have to get used to being so close to each other again? Eriksson: It really went from zero to 100 (laughs). Harder: The fact that we lived together for two years before I went to Wolfsburg in 2017 meant that we knew what our routines were. Eriksson: We had to sort out more practical things: who does the dishes, who does the laundry? Harder: And who takes out the garbage... (laughs) Eriksson: In a relationship, one partner always thinks that they have more to do with the housework than the other. How do you divide it up? Eriksson: In England I did the dishes and Pernille took out the garbage. Now it's more balanced. But there was a point where I thought she was playing Tetris with the garbage, she was trying so hard to balance garbage in the garbage can just so she didn't have to take it out straight away (laughs). Harder: It's funny how people can have different opinions about washing up, whether something is already clean or still not (laughs). But we're of the same opinion now. Apart from that, it was completely natural to get back into a common rhythm. Can you imagine leaving your job again to change clubs? Harder: I really like it here. FC Bayern is a great club, Munich is a great city. I'm enjoying it, even though I've been injured for two months now. We have a contract for the next three years and I can imagine staying here longer. Eriksson: It's the first time we've moved to a new club together. It's really nice to have the security of having Pernille with me. Football can be quite lonely when you're away from your family and maybe your partner. Having started a new adventure here with her is inspiring and cool. Like Pernille, I couldn't wish for a better environment. In 2019 during the World Cup, you kissed in the stadium after Eriksson's Sweden team won against Canada. It was just a kiss, but the photo of this public kiss caused a stir around the world. Harder: I didn't realize at first that the photo had such a wow effect because I was simply at the World Cup to support Magda. It wasn't our first public kiss after a game either, we had kissed a few times before (laughs). The photo quickly attracted a lot of attention on social media, became popular and attracted a lot of positive comments. It was interesting for me to see how much society apparently needed this image. Eriksson: We were surprised at how necessary such a photo was for football. We had also lived in our own bubble before and had been open about our relationship for a long time. But after that special moment, we realized how important it is to be visible, to do things that come naturally to us and to be proud of it. I think the best way to be an example to others is to express yourself and be yourself. That's exactly what we did. I'm happy and proud that the photo of our kiss became such a big topic because it was obviously something that football really needed.
As a teenager, did you have role models that you could look up to, that made you feel like your sexuality was perfectly fine the way it is? Eriksson: My older sister Amanda has always been very important to me. She encouraged me to be comfortable with who I am and not to think about what others might think of me. Growing up, she was always this calming voice that said, 'You are good the way you are. Be yourself.' I came out when I was 16, my sister was very important to me in the early years so that I didn't feel like an outsider. Harder: My parents, Annie and Mogens, always let me know that it doesn't matter who I love or who I bring home. They are happy as long as I am happy. I don't know if they expected me to bring a girl home one day (laughs), but they always made me feel like I could be who I am. I was really lucky in that respect. How far do you think football has come in terms of diversity and inclusion for women and men today? Eriksson: Women's football has always been a safe space for me and a place where I can be myself. I never felt like I had to hide any part of my sexuality or myself. I have never been discriminated against by fans because of my sexuality either. Harder: That applies to me too. I never felt like I had to hide, I can always be myself in football. Eriksson: There are more and more players who use their platforms and speak out on social issues. But we still have a lot of work ahead of us. We have to continue to create this safe space so that men's football becomes even more diverse, including in terms of sexual orientation. Harder: The next generation is growing up in an environment of increasing acceptance, which makes them more open. I therefore hope that men's football can continue to develop as a traditional sport. Unfortunately, there will probably still be people in the next ten or 20 years who are not happy about a gay man playing football. Is it easier to discuss such topics with younger people? Harder: I think that when you are younger, your own values are not yet completely set, so you have the opportunity to provide input on what can and cannot be valuable for an open society. Older generations, on the other hand, often have their values and opinions on certain things already set. Then it is more difficult to change your attitude. Do you find it strange that sexual openness is normal in women's football, but not in men's football? Eriksson: Women's football is a much younger sport. A lot has become entrenched in traditional men's football over the course of more than 100 years. Women's football is therefore more influenced by modern views. I hope that the more women's football grows, the more men's football can learn from it in certain aspects.
Your famous photo was taken at the 2019 World Cup. In 2023 at the World Cup there was a contrary photo when the now resigned Spanish association boss Luis Rubiales kissed national player Jennifer Hermoso on the mouth at the award ceremony. Hermoso saw the kiss as an act of violence, Rubiales, who also has to answer to the court, speaks of mutual consent. What do you think about that? Eriksson: They are the two ends of a spectrum. I always try to see things positively, even in a situation like this. Something has actually changed for the better for the Spanish national team since then. They started a fight against their association almost a year ago in which they wanted to bring about a change in the culture towards more safety and respect. They have now achieved that. I don't know if it would have been possible without this attack. Harder: The fact that the change has taken place shows how far we have come in society, how we are moving in the right direction. We do something when something unacceptable happens. The Spanish players fought for their cause, which was noticed worldwide, and brought about change. Eriksson: A kiss like the one at the World Cup this year might not have been a big deal ten years ago because times were different then and the team might not have felt they were in a position to openly address and criticize such a disgusting act. That kiss may have felt like a big step backwards for women's football at the time, but everything that has happened since then shows that we are becoming more and more confident and can really make our voices heard if we want to.
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