#he looks too good my wig is gone but what's new

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc; Nadia

summary: in which Nadia doesn’t play about her man.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, fighting, slight aggression towards nadia.

saint’s team radio 🪩: let me tell you guys something. this is one of my favourite chapters i’ve written. can’t believe we’re on chapter 11! Hope you enjoy!

and happy birthday mntase! (hopefully you’ll see this!)

dividers by @cafekitsune

pictures from pinterest and instagram!

faceclaim: @/unclewaffles_ on ig!

-

The glow of the Eiffel Tower shining through the hotel window was all Nadia could stare at, her eyes behind her glasses gazing back and forth at the sparkles from the metal structure.

Four seasons welcomed the two in their suite with decadent chocolates and overly luxurious desserts, a treat for their short plane ride from London.

Evening had begun and the two had spent the past few hours that they had been in Paris just lounging around. Lewis working on some emails with Nadia styling her wig to perfection for the next evening, Pharrell’s latest Louis Vuitton collection as the new creative director. An event she could not wait to attend, a dream come true for her and what she wanted to do for herself in the future if she decides to stop teaching.

The sun had long gone down and the Eiffel Tower was an incredible sight, Nadia’s emotions all over the place because she truly thought she wouldn’t be here, that she was dreaming too big but she was here with someone she knew she had feelings for. “Lewis! Are you ready yet?” Nadia spoke out, adjusting her glasses with her finger as she plopped herself on the couch.

“Yeah, we can start.” He said, walking into the living room of the suite. His hair was blown out, ready to be braided again. Lewis found his seat on the floor with a cushion underneath him, in between Nadia’s legs as she sat ready. “Are those new frames?” He asked, twisting his head to look up at her, examining a face he loved seeing.

“Yeah actually. I wanted bigger frames and the optometrist said my left eye’s slowly getting its vision back.” She responded. “You went during Spain?” “Mhm.”

Nadia’s attention turned towards his head full of hair, short extensions sitting next to her to braid into his hair. “Can you hand me the gel?” She softly asked, beginning to feel at the soft hair in front of her, running her manicured fingers through it as it sent shivers down Lewis’ spine.

Not much time had passed for them to start talking on anything random, the current topic being Nadia’s school years. “Oh yeah, Cambridge was a bit odd because there weren’t a lot of us there. Most professors doubted that I’d graduated but then I showed those motherfuckers.” She laughed, working on a braid.

“It was a fun experience and I was more than grateful to leave. Oxford though, was me just experimenting and seeing if I could get in for my honours in History and here I am.” Nadia continued, Lewis humming in response. “What did you really want to do though? I saw you displayed your degrees back at home.” He spoke, using his hands to speak.

“I’ve always wanted to do something in fashion but my mom straight up said that it wouldn’t get me anywhere so it was either Cambridge or sitting around with her all day.” She expressed. This made Lewis turn around with his face fully confused. “I thought you were good with your mom.”

“So did I, Lew. She’s a very complex person so most of my time was spent away from her. Until we eventually mended things then boom! I got married to you.” Nadia spoke, deciding to let out a little chuckle at the little joke.

The last sentence made Lewis’ mind work overtime. He didn’t want to come up with a theory just yet, not when they’ve come so close together in such little time. “My team worked with my family for this, as my stepmum said. Said it’ll make me look good.” Lewis confessed. Just like that, Nadia’s hands stopped working.

“What the hell were you doing for them to do that?” She asked, head tilted to look at him while her hand was entangled in his hair. All he could do was shrug, he was just told he was getting married a week prior to meeting Nadia. “Damn, this fame thing is weird as shit.” She said out loud and they laughed.

After telling each other their backstories and feeling like they know each other a little better, Lewis hair was eventually done. “Look at you looking all handsome.” She complimented him, washing her hands in the bathroom then coming back out to look at him. He already felt like he looked good but hearing it from Nadia felt so much better. “Thank you. Got gentle hands on you, maybe I should get you to do my hair.” He smirked at her.

Rolling her eyes with a smile, she cleaned everything up and began walking towards the bedroom. “And who’s supposed to be your super smart, talented, beautiful wife?” She winked at him as she walked and he couldn’t help but shake his head with the biggest smile on his face.

-

A Maybach van was the vehicle of choice to head to the show at the Pont Neuf bridge, the drive shorter than she initially thought.

“It’s not as cold as I thought it’d be.” Nadia softly spoke, playing with her skirt, her nerves eating at her. Looking over at her, Lewis held his hand out and she took it without a second thought. “Everyone who meets you will fall in love with you, I swear.” Just like I did was what he wanted to finish his sentence with.

“This isn’t as out of the box as I can go but what if it’s like super packed?” She stressed. This wasn’t a mediocre event, this was a place she always saw herself being one day and out of her mother’s shadow. Making a name for herself.

“Nads, you’re with me. We’ll be more than okay and you look good as fuck. Don’t forget who you are.” Lewis spoke with pure confidence and that last part made her turn to him with curiosity etched on her face.

“Now you’re losing me.” She spoke. “Remember how you told me after Canada that I’m ‘Lewis fucking Hamilton?’” The memory came back and she couldn’t help but giggle at it, her grillz showing.

“I was being your hype woman, man. Of course I’m gonna say shit like that.” Nadia smiled at that, her hand still holding Lewis’.

He then put on a smug expression. “Exactly, now it’s my turn. You’re Nadia fucking Hamilton. Never doubt yourself.” He spoke in his relaxed voice, knowing that it would get to her easily. Like clockwork, she adjusted herself in her seat and sat up right as if she was manually accepting the words spoken to her.

Her confidence truly grew as they got to the entrance. Doing promo for LV was the last thing she expected but Lewis cheered her on to do it. Everything felt so surreal, from meeting her celebrity friends who immediately took a liking to her to watching the amazing show front row, taking everything in. Replaying her husband’s words in her head, she interacted with everyone who was itching to meet her and Nadia felt like the world’s biggest star.

Partying with people she admired from afar was something she would cherish forever. She truly didn’t want this to end. “Lewis, Nadia! Thank you guys so much for attending.” Pharrell called out to the couple who were all smiles. The conversation went on merrily with Lewis even promoting Nadia’s styling career. “Oh I would love to work on something. Lewis has been going on about how good you are. So, while I send through some pieces of you guys, I’ll also send you my details so we can work something out?” The older man suggested.

“That sounds amazing! Yeah, I love that!” She beamed from ear to ear, grillz flashing ever so beautifully. After saying goodbyes, Nadia turned to Lewis who had been admiring her the entire time. Throwing her arms around him, the two hugged with cameras panning over to them. “Thank you, my love.” She said to him, leaning to kiss him on the cheek.

“I lo-”

“Nadia! Bae! Come over here!” Megan thee stallion’s voice boomed as her and Zendaya beckoned Nadia over to them. The woman looked to her husband who just gave her a closed smile. “Go have fun, I’ll be with Jay and Bey.” Lewis spoke, patting the side of her ass.

“Okay cool, see you later!” Squeezing him once more, she let go of the hug and ran to her new friends.

Lewis knew that it wasn’t the right time to admit such. He just wanted to blurt it out so that she knows how he feels, how he feels a pull every time she walked away, how he wants to give her the universe just to see her smile.

-

BROMLEY, SOUTH LONDON

The bass of a mixture of reggae and amapiano songs hit through the speakers of the range rover, the long drive from their house enjoyable with both their voices singing over the music at times.

Nadia being the designated driver this time, she carefully drove as the two reached Nicola’s house. The two got the invite shortly after the chaos that was Austria to have a pre-Silverstone celebration with everyone as Nicola called it. An awkward Tuesday to host a lunch/dinner but a great gesture nonetheless. It was more of a surprise that everyone was actually available to do such a thing.

Eventually finding parking behind Mile’s car, it was clear that they were most certainly late. Hopping out of the car, her LV trainers landed on the pebbles underneath her with a bit of a limp to her step. Nadia prayed it was less visible than what it was the day before. Opening the back car door to get the plastic containers filled with everything she brought for this lunch, baked goods prepared with love and excitement.

“You look so good today, baby.” She heard his voice as she closed the door to the car. “I look like a walking ad but thank you, love.” Nadia responded, handing the containers for him to hold as they made their way to the door.

Not even bothering to knock, Lewis walked into the busy house and the scent of different foods filled the air and you could hear loud laughter from the background. The place was huge, perfect for a big family.

Before they could take another step into the welcoming foyer, two familiar screams echoed through. “Auntie Nadia! Sir Uncle!” Willow and Kaiden came rushing towards the pair, Nadia already crouching on the floor with open arms to hug the two eager children. “We missed you so much, Auntie Nadia!” Willow smiled brightly, unable to contain her excitement.

“Wooow, what about your uncle?” Lewis joked as the kids embraced his legs since his arms were pre-occupied with the containers.

On the way to the kitchen to greet whoever was in there, she admired the homey feeling of it all and she was also just guessing where everything was, following the aroma of the food like the cartoons. “Nadia, oh my god! You guys are finally here!” The host herself exclaimed as she hurried to the confused girl. “I’m so glad you guys are here! It’s so good seeing you again and might I say, you’re glowing!”

The two women had gotten quite used to each other over the course of the few months, the kids growing obsessed with Nadia and wanted to see her every so often. Rather being scared of doing anything with Lewis’ family without him being there, Nadia kept a distance but kept a huge smile on for the kids whenever Nicola would randomly facetime.

“I use this one cleanser, maybe that’s why.” The girl grinned, kinda nervous that anyone could see her slight limp. “Sure, a cleanser. You look amazing, though. The kids were happy to see you on screen on Sunday, they were buzzing.” The older woman spoke.

“I missed them a lot. Austria was insane, it was cold and nothing was going right but at least we’re here for Silverstone.” Nadia shrugged, not wanting to talk about the previous grand prix that gave her stress. “I’ve never really liked that track so I understand you fully.” Nicola nodded after responding.

Nadia looked behind Nicola for a bit and unbeknownst to her, her eyes smiled with a lingering feeling within them. Lewis approached the two woman standing in the hallway but Nicola could already tell as she watched her sister in law fall in love in front of her.

The siblings greeted each other with hugs before Lewis turned to Nadia. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” He told her, a soft expression on his face as he saw become slightly nervous. “Oh, do I look okay?” She asked the siblings and they nodded simultaneously. “I’ll be right here so I show you around the house.” Nicola said, giving her a thumbs up before walking away.

“You seem to know the house well.” Nadia commented as her hand fit snug into Lewis’ hand to wherever he was leading her. “Willow and Kaiden dragged me around the house while you were chatting.” He responded. His hands led her by the shoulders towards the kitchen of the house, a large well lit space that felt like home with a modern touch.

A short woman with white hair was standing by the island, talking to the ever positive Miles. Upon hearing the new footsteps entering the kitchen, the woman turned around and gasped at the sight before her before a smile took over her face. “Hi mum.” Lewis chuckled and in that moment, Nadia’s stomach dropped.

Snapping her head to look at Lewis then his mom, she eventually saw the resemblance between the two and her heart fluttered. She moved to greet Miles with a hug before turning to the older woman. “Mum, I’d like you to meet my wife, Nadia.” He introduced her. The girl took a quick breath before greeting. “Hello, it’s so nice to meet you.” She said softly, being at eye level with the older woman.

Carmen didn’t have to say anything, she quickly embraced Nadia in a hug with a chuckle in between. “My dear, the pleasure’s all mine. Aren’t you the stunner.” His mother smiled, gently placing her hand on Nadia’s cheek. “Is he treating you well?” Carmen continued.

“Like a queen.” Nadia smiled, her attention never moving away from his mom. The two women were so caught up in their conversation that they hadn’t realised that the boys had left the kitchen. “Oh and I brought cinnamon rolls along with other desserts!” Nadia expressed excitedly, walking around the kitchen after offering her help to make charcuterie boards to bring to the set up in the backyard.

“He had mentioned that you made him Macarons, I’d love the recipe or even a baking session one day.” Carmen spoke, adjusting her glasses and in that moment, Nadia felt right at home.

Several hours later, everyone had gotten comfortable in the backyard adorned with fairy lights with the table set up in the garden. Miles and Daniel played basketball in the tennis court tucked behind the garden, their cheers and laughter heard from quite far. Amara, who landed in London a week early for Silverstone was helping Nicola with the music playlist and Nadia was entertaining the kids with giant jenga.

Lewis and his father overlooked the backyard with glasses of juice in their hands, Lewis particularly admiring Nadia with the kids.

“What are you thinking there, son?” Anthony asked. “I love her so much, Dad. It clicked quite some time ago but I don’t know how she feels and that…scares me.” Lewis confessed.

Anthony wasn’t surprised at his son’s words. “Was it Oxford that clicked for you?” He asked Lewis. Releasing a deep breath, Lewis tightened his grip on his glass. “She was telling me about her graduation and I wanted to just tell her that I was there supporting her and cheering for her but I knew I couldn’t tell her.” He sighed.

“You made a good choice, Lewis. That girl does love you and this family. It just took a couple of years.” Anthony chuckled before taking a sip of juice. “Her mother however…She’s got issues and it’s not easy being in-laws with her.” His father revealed.

“Dad, what do you mean?” Lewis raised an eyebrow and his dad let out a sigh. “Thembi hates her daughter and it’s so sad. She sent her back home so that she wouldn’t come back but Nadia being the intelligent girl she is, came back to the uk to be in Oxford and Cambridge. She only really has a relationship with her mom because of her stepdad.”

In that moment, Lewis felt his heart break for Nadia. This entire situation was quite complicated but to hear the dislike between mother and daughter was very hard. “She was gunning for Nadia to get married so that she could make money off of her. Tia, your pr manager, was a genius for taking Nadia before her mother got to her.” He added.

All this information made Lewis’ admiration for her grow even further. He could see that her side of the family wasn’t really there for her but put an excuse that they were just busy with their own lives. Being shaken out of his thoughts by someone tapping on his shoulder, he looked to see Nicola on his right. “Dinner’s ready.” She smiled.

Chatter scattered around the outdoor dinner table as different things were passed around and jokes were flying around. Many different varieties of food were dished out, making sure there was something for everyone. Nicolas arrived a bit later to the dinner, already claiming a soft spot in Nadia’s heart before everyone sat down.

Her manicured hand held her champagne flute as she laughed loudly at Amara’s story telling skills. Flashes would go off from Miles’ camera who wanted to capture every moment of this picturesque dinner. Nadia’s seat was so close to Lewis’ that there was barely any space left, their legs constantly touching and his arm leaning over her chair. Engaged in two different conversations, the couple remained close throughout.

“Aunty Dia! Can we have the cinnamon rolls?” Willow and Kaiden ran up to her seat, escaping their seats from their parents. Immediately scooting her seat back, Nadia gave her attention to the kids who eagerly held paper plates with serviettes on them. “Of course! Do you want them warm or cold?” She asked the kids, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Warm!” Willow shouted out and Kaiden just nodded along. “Okay let me take off my jacket then we’ll go.” She smiled. Turning to Lewis, she spoke. “Baby, can you take my jacket? I’m going to the kitchen with the kids.” She asked, already taking the Louis Vuitton jacket off.

The surprised expression on Lewis was quickly replaced with a smirk. “What’d you call me?” He asked with a teasing tone. Catching on to his antics, Nadia rolled her eyes with a smile. “Baby, thank you for taking my jacket.” She said, leaning in to peck to his lips which he happily took. Finally standing up, she held both the children’s hands to go to the well lit kitchen.

“So. When’s the wedding?” Miles spoke, shoving a macaron into his mouth. “Miles, I’m already married.” Lewis said, adjusting his seating. “The actual wedding, bruv. It’s just heart eyes everytime she does anything.” His friend joked, the whole table joining in and laughing.

“I still have to tell her how I feel.” Lewis chuckled and like clockwork, Amara’s hand smacked the back of his head. “If you don’t tell that woman that you love her, I’ll do it for you.” The woman threatened which garnered even more laughter.

“I wanna do it in the perfect moment. She deserves the world and I want to give that to her, even more later in life. It’s like there’s much more light in my life now that she’s in it, y’know?” Lewis spoke, the whole table admiring the way he spoke about Nadia.

“Well then. We’ll have to make sure this marriage stays protected from the public.” Anthony nodded to his son. Willow’s giggles came closer and closer to the table, her brother and Nadia following suite. “What did I miss?” The woman asked as soon as she plopped down in her seat.

“We were just about to talk about Silverstone, my dear.” Carmen responded, smiling at her daughter in law. “Oh lovely!” Nadia chirped up, scooting her chair closer to Lewis’ with his hand comfortably falling on her thigh.

-

SILVERSTONE

Admittedly so, this track was by far Nadia’s favourite. The paddock was alive, spotting countless people who looked like her (finally) and they donned their Lewis merch. Cameras surrounding her as she walked with her furry companion who seemed to lead the way.

She welcomed everyone who wanted to greet Roscoe and was more surprised at people who wanted to meet her. Race day was undeniably the most busy, people who’ve flown in from different countries just to support her husband. Nadia made sure to update everyone on her instagram throughout her day.

The fan stage was going on and when she heard the loud screams, she knew Lewis stepped on with his giggles through the mic following after. Finally stopping at the Mercedes hospitality, she decided to sit outside to let Roscoe rest from the walk they shared. The family was in their own paddock club suite, patiently waiting for the race. She’d join everyone for the first half of the race then spend the rest of it in the garage.

It all seemed like a good weekend. Seemed.

She really tried her best to be distracted by her phone but her hearing skills were working hard and listened in to the conversation from the group of 4 who were standing right beside the hospitality suite.

“I hate his confidence, he thinks he owns the place!” The one exclaimed.

“Right? It’s all too annoying. He sucks but he doesn’t see that because of his fame. Stupid guy.” Another spoke up.

‘Okay, this could be about any driver.’ Nadia thought.

“Then he comes in her wearing dirty clothes, bringing in his ratchet wife who can’t even dress for the occasion. This isn’t the hood!” There it was. Calmly standing, she called Roscoe and handed him to a worker, making her way to the group. She held her pants, thankfully wearing sneakers.

Nadia hadn’t noticed that Lewis and his teammate were on their way back to the hospitality suite, only one thing was on her mind. She ran her teeth over her grillz before sniffing, making her appearance known to the group.

“Hi, not too sure if you were aware but you’re making an awful lot of noise.” Nadia spoke, a stoic expression on her face. One of them turned to look at Nadia then scoffed.

“What are you going to do about it?” They asked, looking at her up and down with a scowl on her face.

“I’m here to tell you to shut up if you have nothing better to do with your life other than stand here talking about a driver and his wife.” She spoke, tilting her head slightly. “Well, the words write themselves. You look like a thug.” They smirked.

Another chimed in. “If you loved yourself, you wouldn’t look like a clown. Tell that husband of yours to clean up his act on track, there’s a reason why he’s behind all the great.”

“You need to shut the fuck up. Who do you think you guys are?” Nadia began pointing her fingers at them. Unaware of her surroundings, people were recording the whole thing and Lewis was drawing closer to the scene and saw his wife through it all. Miles even came down from the paddock club to see what was going on.

“You will not speak on my husband as if he’s one of your inferiors. I’m not scared of you so you standing here trying your best to intimidate me won’t work.” She continued, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Your mum-“ The main guy couldn’t even finish whatever bullshit he was about to spew before his shirt was grabbed backwards by a security guard, specifically one of Lewis’.

Pointing to his forehead with her nail on her pointer finger. “You better watch your steps after this. You speak on my mom again, you won’t like what happens next.” She lowered her voice to speak to him specifically. “Take your little friend and get the fuck out of here, you pathetic piece of shit.” Nadia clicked her tongue in annoyance.

The security guard dragged him away but his friend still stood there frozen. She stared at him then gave him a fright by stepping forward, the expression on her face never faltering. Nadia turned her heels to walk back to where she was seated, ignoring the eyes on her. Roscoe sat right by her feet again as she picked up her phone.

“Nadia.” She lifted her head up to see her husband standing in front of her, Miles stood behind him doubling over in laughter. “Hi Lewis.” She smiled, an innocent smile taking over her face.

He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He spoke. Lewis knew that she had a fighting spirit that he never wanted to cross but seeing it being used on other people evoked something else in him.

“Tia will call in a few and talk my ear off but I don’t give a fuck. If anyone thinks they can talk shit about you, I’ll deal with it.” Nadia smiled, showing off her grillz once again. Kissing her once again on the lips, Lewis smiled, incredibly proud of her.

The race was nothing short of exhilarating, nothing could compare to the feeling that she felt watching the screens in the garage. She chose to not have headphones on as she stood next to Anthony, Linda and Nicolas, the camera panning over to her focused gaze on her husband’s car.

Silverstone had an insane atmosphere, the support for Lewis was so strong that she knew it fueled him throughout the race. With five laps left, she knew he had the podium in the bag. Once he crossed the finish line, she screamed and cheered with her in laws, hugs being exchanged with the cheers from Merc employees also filling the atmosphere.

The post race interview after he got out of the car had featured her and his family watching him from the side, all wearing the proud expression on their faces. Nadia’s ‘44’ necklace shining from the little sunshine that Silverstone had to offer. The podium celebration was one for the books, fans surrounding with cheers mainly for the British drivers on the podium.

Even going out of her way to congratulate Lando, her husband followed after with a big grin on his face. Hugging his family first, his touch lingered on Nadia for much longer. “You’re full of sweat, Lew.” She laughed when he wouldn’t let go of her.

All he did was shrug and kiss her forehead. “I gotta go for interviews, see you later?” He spoke, his hand on his hip still quite breathless.

“No problem.” She smiled. “I lo-“ He was interrupted by Miles running to give him a bone crushing hug. Nadia thought she was hearing things but shrug it off watching Lewis celebrate with everyone around him.

imessage!

Rea! <3

saint’s notes 🪩: hope you enjoyed! it also looks a bit odd because it was written in google docs lol

tags: @non-stop-imagines @motheroffae @perfecttrashface @thisismeracing @myescapefromthislife @slytherinjimin3nthusiast @jamie2305 @cocobutterqwueen @like-fire-love-blog @sugardontbesweet @simpfortoomanymen @mauvecherie-writes @queenshikongo3 @eugene-emt-roe @deepgothfiremuffin @18754389 @cherry2stems @anubisnoir @littlelizzies-world @httpsserene @apenasumlug4r @youre-sooooo-funny @eddiesbitch83 @arshiyuh @alika-4466 @peyiswriting @sunfairyy @vsfavs @louvrepool @mistruscity @tian-monique @hopefulromantic1 @exotic-iris13 @yeea-nah @nichmeddar @gg-trini @lifeless-firefly @vellicora @takeoffz-tookoff9876 @serpenttines-library @emjayewrites @royallyprincesslilly @lewisroscoelove @purplelewlew @xoscar03 @kidsol-ar @nothaqks @tremendousstarlighttragedy @ggaslyp1 @henneseyhoe @saturnville

if your acc is blank, that means tumblr can’t find you!

[hanniebaeee]

Hide and Seek

Jeonghan x fem!reader

Warning: Lots of touching and kissing 💋, drinking, Joshua, Mingyu and Vernon also have a crush on you, and they don't give up on an opportunity to have you (sorry!)

Genre: suggestive MDNI

Summary: Every year your office group goes on a team outing. This is your first year with them, and you play a drunken game of hide and seek.

a/n: This is so silly, actually. The boys looked so so good in this particular episode of Going Seventeen and I've been dying to write something fun and naughty ever since!

Being the only girl in a team of boys has many perks. You're their princess. They take care of you - you don't even have to lift a finger. So much attention. Attention and pampering overload. And it's even more fun when at least a few of them have a crush on you.

You were the only girl working with a team of boys when you joined The SVT Group. You were terrified to begin with. Some of you new coworkers loved you at first sight - like Mingyu and Hoshi (your team lead). They showered you with compliments all the time and assisted you with any work you found difficult. Then there was Seungcheol, Joshua and Wonwoo - so caring and protective. Dino who looks up to you - literally, you were his idol. Vernon, the one with the cute shy smiles, deep conversations and the best playlists. Seokmin, Minghao and Seugkwan who were such good friends. And then, there is Yoon Jeonghan. He teased and teased and teased.

Not to forget your cute manager, Jihoon. He was so sweet - literally the dad of the group.

The boys always took you along when they hung out since you were new to the city and so far away from home. They were your colleagues and your friends. And you loved them.

One day, they told you about their annual team outing. The entire team, would find somewhere fun to go - do touristy things, just have fun together. A good team building activity, not that this particular team needed any. This time Jihoon and Hoshi had decided on a resort in the mountains. Lots of hiking, nature walks, good food and you would also get the entire place to yourselves. This was your first time too, so all the preparations were a bit extra.

The first two days were very busy and tiring since you hiked and camped and hiked some more. You were all too tired by the end of the day to do anything else. So the next day was a rest day. Everyone lazed around the resort. Swimming, reading, eating, meditating and sleeping.

By evening, the drinks were brought. But Jihoon didn't want you to be drinking with all these boys.

'No. This is non-negotiable. Go to bed. We'll do something together tomorrow ok? Your safety is our responsibility. I won't compromise with that.' Jihoon said, firmly, shaking his head. 'And this is not open for discussion, so Y/N, go to bed.'

'Not fair!' Dino whined.

'I'll send you to bed too, Dino.' Warned Jihoon, making the youngest of the group fall silent.

You pouted before reluctantly saying good night and leaving. You sat reading a book and after a couple of hours, you got a text from Dino.

Dino: Woozi and Hoshi have gone to bed, if you want to come down.

Y/N: Seriously?

Dino: Only if you want to

Y/N: Be right there

You flew down the stairs and entered the hall where the boys sat. They were all sprawled around the room, cans and bottles scattered around them.

'What are you doing here little girl?' Jeonghan asked lazily, his eyes studying you.

You were dressed in a deep red jumper and pyjama pants, your hair a messy bun. You could see that most of them were quite drunk. Some more than the others.

'Here to steal a drink.' You said with a grin.

'Should've stayed in your room like you were told.' he said tsk-tsking.

'Yah, stop that!' Mingyu said, giving you space to sit near him and letting you take a sip of his beer. 'You're safe with us.'

'Says the one who kissed Seokmin last year after drinking.' scoffed Wonwoo.

'You didn't!' You gasped.

'In my defense, he was wearing a wig!' Mingyu said, with embarrassment.

'That was for the game you idiot!' said Seokmin.

'What game?' You asked, sneaking another swig of Mingyu's beer.

Seungcheol shared a grin with Jeonghan.

'So, we usually play a game during our team holiday.' explained Joshua. 'Most of the time we're pretty drunk to remember anything the next day, but yeah, it's fun.'

'I'm intrigued.' You said, eyeing Jun and Minghao who were slumped unconscious on the carpet. Vernon and Seungkwan was nearly there too.

'It's fun, Y/N. This is one night we usually forget all boundaries and have the most fun. No judgments or discussions later.' nodded Wonwoo. 'That's a rule.'

'Join us.' said Jeonghan, licking his lips.

You shivered at the bedroom eyes he gave you. You stare at each other for a few seconds until Mingyu shielded you with his body.

'Stop doing that!' He said, pulling you to his chest. Mingyu was so warm, it was making you sweat.

'Let's play tonight.' said Seokmin rubbing his hands together. 'I think this will be the best year yet!'

'What are we playing?' You asked.

The boys were silent before Seungcheol said 'Hide and seek?'

'Really? Hide and seek?' You giggled.

'We'll make two teams. Hiders and seekers. It's just not finding you, the seeker should bring you back here. If no one gets you by dawn, and you get back to the starting point, you win. And you can demand anything from any of us. But if one of us manages to catch you and bring you here, you'll do whatever that person wants. WHATEVER. You don't get to say no or make a fuss then.' Seungcheol explained.

Jeonghan's eyes were fixed on you, a smirk playing on his handsome face. You held his gaze and felt a strange desire to kiss him. Sighing you looked away.

'Ok, 100 points for each person you find. And since Y/N is Y/N, 500 for her.' Seungcheol said, grinning.

'Yah!' You said jumping up from her seat. 'That's so unfair!'

'I told you, you should've stayed in your room.' Jeonghan said, laughing.

'You can't all hide together. But if you see your teammates being captured, you can help them escape. And the seekers can also help each other when necessary.' Joshua added.

'Does that sound ok, Y/N?' asked Wonwoo.

You nod, chewing on your lower lip.

'Good!' Said Joshua. 'Who are the seekers?'

Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seungcheol, Joshua, Jun and Vernon raised their hands.

'That means Wonu, Dino, Hao, Seungkwan, Y/N and DK can hide.' Said Seungcheol.

Seokmin got to work, waking up your sleeping friends. Seungcheol prepared the shots you would take before the game began. Once that was out of the way, Jeonghan said 'Hiders can run first. After 10 minutes, the seekers.'

'No closed or locked doors. No sharp objects. No going outside the building. We don't do violence, this is supposed to be fun. Ok?' Said Seungcheol.

'Any questions, Y/N-ah? Seungkwan asked. 'Because once the game begins, you can't quit.'

'You guys are really scaring me.' You said, raising an eyebrow at Seungcheol.

You couldn't help but feel like Little Red Riding Hood in your deep red jumper, being pursued by some very handsome and drunk wolves.

'You guys will help me, won't you?' You asked your teammates, with a hint of doubt in your voice.

'We'll give our lives for you.' Dino assured you. 'Don't worry.'

Jeonghan laughed. He looked so intimidating and sexy, you really were scared.

'Run sweetheart. Run.' He sang, shooing you away with a wave of his hand.

'I hope I'll have some self-control tonight.' Mingyu muttered, running his fingers through his silky hair, watching you run away with the other hiders. He was deeply aroused by the sight of you in your pyjamas, mildly drunk and giggling as you ran.

'Be gentle with her guys. She's terrified.' said Vernon, already feeling bad for you.

'She wanted to play.' Jeonghan pointed out with a shrug. 'Don't forget your part.'

In 10 minutes, after one more round of shots and the boys poured out of the room.

You ran as fast as you could. Alcohol wasn't your strongest point, and you felt the warmth of the shots you'd done spread through your body. The entire building was silent. You didn't see anyone at all, except for a person dozing at the reception. You glanced at your watch. It was 1:15 am. You had a few hours before dawn.

The first place you ran to was the staircase. You had seen a bit of a gap between the stairs and the wall behind it. In that gap was a huge potted plant that really needed a trim. You could hear footsteps and Mingyu's loud laugh from behind you. This had you scurrying past the leaves and you hid behind the plant, under the staircase.

Your mind was foggy, but you tried to remember any other options for when (or if) you got caught. With all the noise in your head, you had forgotten to stay alert in the present. It was strangely silent now.

Your breath hitched as you saw a movement on the other side. No way were you getting caught so easily. The person was moving back. So did you - edging back. Well, big mistake. This ruffled some of the leaves of the plant and the person stopped. You pressed a hand against your mouth and nose, eyes wide. But the person bent down and said in a whisper, 'Come out baby'.

Her heart squeezed as you heard Joshua's soft voice. You tried to make no move, but he knew you were there.

'Don't make me come in there.' he added, holding a hand out which you took reluctantly.

Joshua smiled innocently as he helped you out.

'How did you find me? Did you see me go in?' You whispered.

'Your perfume.' he whispered back.

You remember that he had liked it a lot. Sighing, you said 'Are you going to take me back, Shua?'

Joshua smirked at your flirty tone.

'That's what I want to do.' he replied taking a step forward. You took one backwards.

'Can't we make a deal?' You propose, looking at him confidently in your drunken haze.

'I'm listening.' he said, caging you between the wall and his body, arms on either side of your head.

'Tell me what you would do if you win. What you'll want me to do?' You asked, knowing at least a bit of his intentions already.

'I can only say that when I know you can't refuse. Theres a lot I would want from you.' Joshua murmured.

'Now's a good situation. I may not refuse if you promise to let me go.' You added impact by moving a strand of hair off his face.

His took in a shaky breath and chuckled. Then he said, 'Ok, deal. I don't think we'll get to do this ever again.'

He just leaned forward, arms still on the walls. You welcomed the kiss eagerly, the only thing in your mind being your escape. But again, he did agree to help you, so you wanted to please him - so that he doesn't change his mind later. He moaned into your mouth as you put your arms around his neck, pulling him close. His arms ran down your sidessides, landing on your hips.

You giggled.

'Why are you so cute?' You asked, as he rested his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses there.

He chuckled before he kissed you again. Slowly, Joshua broke the kiss and moved his hands away.

'For a good cause.' He said to himself.

'Hm?' You asked, looking at him with a huge grin. He shook his head, but reflected your grin. You reach out to pinch his cheek, and he just cupped your cheeks and pulled you close to kiss your forehead.

'Run now.' He said, stepping aside to let you pass. 'Go on.'

'Love you, Shua! Thank you!!' You said as you rushed past him.

Seungcheol walked into the library slowly. He was sure he saw some movement there. But he wasn't really sure if it was You. The room was completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in through the slit in the curtains. He almost screamed as something hit him in the back and fell. He jumped back and looked down to see Seungkwan on the floor with a hand over his mouth.

Exhaling in relief, he shooed him away. Seungkwan scrambled away from the room. But he did see something else through the corner of his eyes.

'Got you.' he said as he caught you behind the heavy curtains.

'You guys are too good at this!' You complained, stepping out of your hiding spot. 'And you let him go!'

Seungcheol chuckled and said, 'Years of experience.'

When you thought he wasn't paying attention, you tried to step aside, but he moved quickly, blocking your way.

'Come on Cheol!' You whine. You didn't want to to try anything funny with him - you didn't know why, but he always brought in a more brotherly feeling in you. So kissing him would be so weird.

You stepped the other way and he blocked you again, before stopping with a defeated sigh.

'Next time, I'm gonna drag you back ok?' He said with a smile.

'Why are you letting me go?' You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. 'Just like that?'

You had a feeling that this was not the brotherly affection playing. It was something else.

'You know why.' he said with a knowing look.

'No I don't. Is it because I'm like a cute little sister to you?' You asked, giving him an innocent look.

'You know what I'm saying!' He said, laughing. 'You know exactly what's gonna happen.'

'You're no fun!' You said, sticking your tongue out. 'Let's see what happens.'

'Good luck!!' Seungcheol called out.

'Yeah yeah.' You laugh as you ran.

That's two down, you thought. You believed you could win this. Peeking into the TV room, you saw at least two shadows lurking in there. Dropping down to your knees, you crawl past the room, trying your best to make no noise.

Once past the door, you got up and sprinted. But ran straight into something hard. Falling on your back, you looked up to see Mingyu doing a happy dance. You groan, rubbing your hands over your butt.

'Found you!' He whisper scremed.

'Shhhhh!' You hiss, before getting back on your feet and running.

'Hey!'

Mingyu chased you. The man was way too tall for his own good. And he was way too fast. He caught hold of a handful of your jumper. You struggled a bit and kicked him on the shin, making him let go as he cried out in pain.

You ran into the kitchen, and Mingyu followed. You ran around the kitchen counter, with Mingyu making grabby hands at you. You squeal and jump away, dodging him.

'Yah, I can't breathe!' You pant, pushing him off as he came close. You put both your hands on his chest, pushing him away.

'Stop struggling!' Mingyu said as he lifted you off your feet easily and threw you over his shoulder.

'Mingooooo put me down!' You wailed.

'Please be quiet Jagi! I am trying my best-' Mingyu stopped short as you made a sound that sounded a lot like a moan.

'Why would you do that!' He whined, putting you on the marble countertop.

'Because it hurt!!!' You whine back.

'You'll be the death of me.' he said, taking in a deep breath.

'What can I do, so you'd let me go?' You asked slowly.

'What?' Mingyu asked, lifting his head but his hands were on your thighs, so that you wouldn't run.

'You can ask.' You said with a shrug.

He pretended to think and you squeaked as he pressed his fingertips a bit into your thighs. He smirked seeing you trying to swat his hands away. He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer, now standing between your legs.

'Alright, let's make a deal.' He said, his face way too close to yours. 'But we don't talk of this ever. Ok?'

You nod in agreement.

'Ok. I'll give you a chance to convince me to let you go.' He said, moving his hands off your body.

'You want me to start?' You blurt out, blushing.

'Do go all shy on me now.' Mingyu whispered, all the playfulness gone from his voice.

'Hey. Don't be like that!' You said, slapping his hand.

'Like what baby?' He asked, tilting his head a bit.

'Oh my god.' You mutter. Kissing Joshua had been easy. But Mingyu was making it a bit hard for you to laugh it off.

'Can you smile at least?' You asked.

'Why?' Mingyu wanted to know.

'Because I love your smile. It's your best thing. Makes me want to kiss you, maybe?' You ramble.

You did love his smile, but you were afraid if he would see through the rest of your bluff. But he just blushed and laughed.

'You're good!' He said with raised eyebrows. 'Oh my God. Everyone thinks you're such an innocent angel, but you're just-'

'Good boy.' You said, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him closer, not allowing him to finish that sentence. He opened his mouth immediately, kissing you. Boy, did he know how to kiss! You felt his hands on your waist, holding you ever so gently. You slipped your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching his scalp, which had him moaning.

Every time you closed your eyes, it felt like you were spiraling out of control. His strong arms pulled you into him, almost as if grounding you. He kept kissing you and it felt like you could go on for hours and you wouldn't get tired of it at all. When you separated, you looked at him with glazed eyes. The buzz in your head was louder now.

'Did I convince you?' You asked and he just stared at you.

'Yes. But I don't want to let you go.' he pouted. 'I want to win, so I can make you do that again and again.'

You laughed.

'I'm gonna run.' You inform him, using your leg to push him back.

'Nooooo.' He cried dramatically, grabbing you back towards him gently, making you laugh more.

You hop off the counter and break into a jog.

'Hey!' Mingyu had started following you, 'I just want to make sure you understand how this thing works...we're good right?'

You stop, trying to steady yourself on the doorframe.

'Yeah, of course we are.' You said, resting your head against the cold wall.

'Good.' He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile. 'Ok, go go go.'

Vernon was way too tipsy. He wished he could be the one to catch you. He's had a crush on you ever since the first time you joined, but unlike the others, he was too shy to show it. He walked down the corridor, slowly. All the doors on both sides of him were closed, but he smirked as he saw you at the very end of the corridor.

All that running had you panting like a dog and you were leaning against a wall to catch your breath. You had the shock of your life as a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

You gave out a startled yelp before recognizing your captor.

'Got you!' Vernon announced softly, so close to your ear.

'Vernon!' You laughing. 'I'm so tired, I don't think I can run.'

'What are you gonna do now, Y/N?' Vernon asked, his words slurring slightly.

'What are you gonna do Vernon Chwe?' You whispered as he swayed slightly.

You try to break his grip on you, which was quite strong to start with.

'Please don't do that' Vernon said. 'Please?'

'You mean this?' You asked, innocently, trying to pry this arms off you.

'Y/N ahhh, please!!' He begged, and you both struggle, falling to the ground.

'Shit shit shit.' He said, trying to get on top.

As you giggle and struggle on the ground, someone else came up.

'Hey, help me!' Vernon said, as Jun rushed towards you. He was on his knees, trying to contain you.

'Junieee, what are you doing?!' You cried out, 'You stupid boys!'

Jun laughed, but fell over as you kicked him.

'What the hell are you two doing?!' Wonwoo's voice boomed through the corridor as approached them.

'Wonnuuuuuu, help me please!' You wail, making Wonwoo burst out into laughter. He knelt down, trying to grab Jun. You were all a mess, laughing, with tears running down your cheeks.

You were sandwiched between Jun and Vernon, and now with a Wonwoo on top.

But he was successful in pulling you out of the mess. Slipping out of the tangle of limbs, you escape, calling out you thanks to Wonwoo.

Four down, just one to go.

You were terrified to be honest. You knew what Jeonghan could do to you. It was worse that he was well aware of this too. He would definitely use it to his advantage. You understood that it's the only reason he was keeping himself for the last.

You jumped at any sound you heard, waiting for the sly trickster to pounce on you. Your nervousness only increased as you were engulfed in silence. Where was everyone?!

You glanced around, your eyes well adjusted to the darkness. You wished for Jeonghan to just come and catch you already. You anxiety skyrocketed and you felt like a storm was brewing in your tummy.

Even when you kissed Joshua and Mingyu, the only person you really wished to kiss was Jeonghan. The man never stopped teasing you, but unfortunately, he never made a move either. You were already starting to believe that he just saw you as one of the boys. He teased everyone. You weren't any special.

You were lost in thought, and walked straight into a door.

'Oww' You rubbed your throbbing nose and forehead with your hand and turned around - to walk straight into Jeonghan. You jumped back with a little scream, your back hitting the door, again.

'Oh my God!' You panted, with both your hands on your chest.

'Looking for me?' Jeonghan asked sweetly.

'I should be asking you that.' You said, hoping your wild heartbeats weren't that loud.

'Right you are.' He said. 'So, what's it gonna be?'

'What do you mean?'

'You can come walking, or I can carry you back. Whichever suits you best.'

'I'm not going anywhere with you.' You huff, and tried to speed walk past him.

'Hey!' He grabbed you towards him, arms around your waist, your back pressed against his chest.

'I think it's time you stopped playing so hard to get.' He whispered. 'Aren't we both tired of it?'

'I could say the same, you know.' You counter, as your body tremble in his arms.

He loosened his grip on you with a chuckle. You take this opportunity to attempt an escape. But he captured you again. Pushing you against the wall, he kissed you for the first time. It was anything but soft - lips crashing, breaths stolen - so wet. It was just what your had imagined life would be like with Jeonghan. Rough, needy, messy - and you loved it. His lips slipped down your jaw and he placed open mouthed kisses down your neck. He buried his face in your chest, breathing you in.

You whine, pushing yourself against his warm body. Jeonghan gave a breathy laugh and tugged at your jumper.

'I want to touch you...I want to touch you so bad!' He said, his voice going an octave lower. His hands groped around your chest gently, while he kissed your neck again. How soft his actions were, despite the needy demeanor he displayed. His lips are on yours again, kissing you more sweetly now. Pulling back, he looked at you, eyes tender.

'Hannie. I want you!' You said impatiently.

'Ok baby, ok.' he agreed 'Lets get this over with.'

You let him take your hand and run towards the room where it all started. Seokmin, Minghao and Dino were the first to block your path.

'Sorry Hannie, not today.' Dino said, pulling you behind him for safekeeping.

You wrap your arms around Dino from behind and said 'Thank you darling.'

Seokmin and Minghao wrestled with Jeonghan, all laughing. You were joined by the rest of the boys who all joined in on tormenting Jeonghan.

'Ok, ok, enough!' Seungcheol broke up the party. 'We've all endured the painful process of Jeonghan falling in love for the first time, for the past one year.'

Everyone laughed and you just stared at Jeonghan, as he tried to push Seungcheol away.

'Please. We played your fucking game. Now get out of here both of you.' the blond haired man continued.

'Ah, Hannie is going to corrupt my poor Y/N. I'm telling Woozi!' Dino cried, hugging you.

'Oh please. Your Y/N has more tricks up her sleeves than you could think of. It's Hannie we should feel sorry for.' Mingyu retorted, making you blush crimson.

Jeonghan burst out laughing.

'That's all I want to hear. Baby, I'm very happy to know that.' Jeonghan teased as you glared daggers at Mingyu.

'So who won?' Vernon asked.

'Oh.' Seokmin glanced around. 'Y/N did.'

The boys turned around to see you already in the living area, sitting on the sofa Jeonghan had occupied previously.

'Sorry boys. Like I said, you're idiots.' you said, shrugging.

'Ok. Good move, good move.' Mingyu said, clapping. 'You won.'

You clap in happiness too, so did the others.

'So, what's your demand?' Seungcheol asked. 'It can be anything.'

Your eyes were on Jeonghan. He smiled, and for the first time ever, you saw his cheeks turn pink. You laugh a little, just to diffuse the awkwardness.

'Um, I don't know how to do this!' You start, your arms and legs feeling the first hints of fatigue.

'Ah, it's ok, Y/N! It's just us!' Seungkwan said. 'We'll only tease you forever!'

'Hannie. I want Hannie.'

Everyone is silent now - all eyes on you and Jeonghan.

'That's it? Just that?' Mingyu asked, raising an eye brow. 'Just Hannie?'

'Mhm. Just him.' You said, cheeks growing warm.

Jeonghan just steps forward, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you. You hug him back, laughing as he pulls back to look at you.

'I love you silly girl.' He mumbled and you laugh harder.

'I love you too Hannie.'

Jihoon and Hoshi glance around the breakfast table with narrowed eyes. Everyone looked like shit, but dressed well and clean. You had your head on Jeonghan's shoulder and he had an arm around you.

'When did that happen?' Hoshi asked, eyeing you both suspiciously.

'It was the funniest thing. He just asked her out this morning and they've been inseparable since then.' Joshua offered, with a little shrug.

'Mhm, very funny.' Hoshi said, watching Joenghan pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jihoon sighed and said, 'You did it, didn't you? You had your stupid game night!'

'What? No-'

'Was she in it too? I know you fools, you do stupid shit in the name of game night. If I get to know that any of you tried anything with Y/N, I will fire you for sure!' Jihoon threatened.

Mingyu and Joshua looked at each other and away quickly.

'I'm alright, Ji. Thank you. Everythings fine.' You said, smiling at your boss.

He just looked irritated. You were one of them now. He just sighed, shaking his head.

'Pack up!'

[ddejavvu]

So I had long hair for the last two year and recently cut it too a 90s lob type thing and I was wondering if you could write one were Jake and reader have eniemes type shit and of course reader has long hair and one day Jake comes to the bar and sees this back of this girl he knows is beautiful she has short hair and he walks up too you and start to filrt with you and you turn around he just star struck on how beautiful you look

If there's one thing you can be sure Jake Seresin will tease you about, it's your hair. You've had it long for years now, and he won't let anyone forget that he was the one to give you your, quite frankly infuriating, callsign; Rapunzel.

Living in close contact with Hangman had meant that a lot of your hair wound up all over his things, stuck to his shirt, woven into his socks after a wash, somehow lining the inside of his own helmet. So he'd donned you Rapunzel as a tease, and it had stuck, much to your dismay.

Now, though, you know you'll never escape the name even though you've chopped off the hair. It had simply been a pain serving with long hair, you'd had trouble tucking it into your helmet every day and the regulation buns never stayed in tact for an entire day. So off the hair went, onto the floor of a salon and swept away into the garbage.

Good Riddance.

"You want a new drink for your new look?" Penny grins, leaning against the bar to stare you down. You won't lie, you see exactly why Maverick is so enamored by her.

"No, thanks. Just the usual," You tuck a stray, very short strand of hair behind your ears, marveling at the feeling of the ends tickling your jaw. It's going to take some getting used to, at the very least.

"Anyone know yet?" She hands you your usual order, and you sip it while shaking your head.

"Nah. Not unless you count the Admiral, I had to stop by his office today."

"Well, it looks adorable. I'm sure they'll all like it." She smiles, patting you on the shoulder as someone calls for her from behind. She leaves you to go attend to them, and you check your phone absentmindedly, careful to keep it off of the bar.

Perhaps if you'd been paying closer attention to your surroundings, you would have registered the heavy steps of Hangman's boots that you hear all day. He stomps around like an elephant, but you don't hear him approach you from behind until he's speaking.

"Well, you must be a new face around here. I'd remember such gorgeous hair."

He's behind you, and your spine stiffens at his voice. His familiar drawl ties your stomach into knots, and you don't know how to stop him before he's doubling down.

"Now, look at that! Your face is just as- ah!" He stops dead in his tracks, eyes switching from sleazy to stunned in a split second when he finally gets a glimpse of you.

"Oh, Hangman," You grumble, "Can't you flirt with someone else?"

"You're- What happened to- I didn't know it was you!" He insists, "I- you cut your hair? Like- like all of it? Just- gone?"

"No," You antagonize him, "It's in my pockets. Yes it's gone, idiot!"

His eyes widen slightly at your admission, like he'd truly believed you'd just put on a wig for the night. But he makes no move to leave, a deep breath slowly fanning out from his nose.

For the first time in your life, you're seeing Hangman speechless. He's staring at you, almost studying you in the way that his wide eyes rake over your features. You're suddenly freaked by the prolonged attention he's never given you before, and you squirm in place.

"Go find someone else to schmooze." You wave a dismissive hand at him, and it seems to break his trance. He still doesn't jump at the opportunity to prowl the bar some more; instead he jumps at the seat beside you.

"I'm alright. 'Think I'll sit tonight out." He informs you, grunting as he settles on the barstool. He pats a quick hand on the par, "Penny, anyone paying the tab tonight?"

"Not unless Y/N puts her phone on the bar," Penny eyes your device with narrowed eyes, and you stuff it into your pocket quickly.

"Damn. Tough luck," He side-eyes you with a grin, "Just a beer, then, please."

No matter how unbearably cocky he is, he's always polite to Penny, and you're sure she appreciates it. That's why she doesn't gripe at his failed flirting attempt with you, merely sending you a knowing glance as she hands him the bottle. What she knows, you're afraid to find out.

"So, just felt like having a lighter cut?" Hangman hums, adam's apple bobbing as he takes a swig of beer.

"Yeah. Tired of stuffing it into my helmet, or having to fix it during an exercise." You shrug, "I'll get used to it."

"I could, too. Looks real nice, honey." He winks, hiding his smirk with another sip of booze. You turn away, schooling your lips into a neutral expression.

"Seems like I should come up with a new name for you, now that you can't really let down your hair." Jake muses, reaching up to tug at a strand by your ear. You swat him away, muscling a grin off of your lips.

"Bob's taken," You snap, "You've done enough, 'already hate Rapunzel as it is."

"Oh, bitch all you want," Jake scoffs, nudging you with his shoulder that you wish were less broad so that you didn't have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop your mouth from falling open, "I know you like it when I call you a princess."

[riririnnnn]

Alright, I'm here to speak for my husband.

I'm new in Tumblr, so I don't exactly know what people think about Noa here, but as far as I have seen in other places, people generally say that he is the worst coach in NEL.

WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT ALL!

*screeches and rips out your wig*

Firstly, no coaches forced/pressurised anyone to choose their teams. It was one's own wish to go wherever the heck they want. Further, Ego explained everything about each stratum individually, so one knew what he was going in for.

So in no particular order, let's start.

1. Lavinho

Bro

BRO

You are telling me that this:

Is a better coach than Noa?

I agree that the whole speech by Lavi was actually fantastic, and further when Bachira told him about his Monster, not so surprisingly, Lavi told him exactly what he needed to hear because dun dun dun! Who chose FC Barcha?

YAS!

Bachira did, so obviously, it was the best for him and he improved.

Schizophrenia meets paranoia.

I mean, if he were to go in Ubers, Snuffy would've destroyed his 'originality'; if he were to go in PxG, he would've been outshined and pushed into being a midfielder, and in BM, he would've been depressed tbh. Manshine City is the only one which I think he could've improved physically.

All in all, my main focus about Lavi in this post is this panel:

Like, Lavi.

NO!

Guess who called him out for it?

Yes:

JUST LOOK AT WHAT HE SAID!

THAT'S MY HUSBAND Y'ALL!

I can't add more than 10/10 pictures per post, so I'm not adding it here:

In that same chapter (163) of the above panel, he calls out for Kunigami for the goals he missed, and then later (165) he asks him, "Now that you have seen it live, you think you can copy those movements?" If we consider his stoic personality, then it's his way of teaching.

Further, in chapter 164, when Lavi and Noa were going 1V1, and Isagi decided to jump in to steal the ball, Lavi used the blueberry boy as a way to get past Noa. Of course, Lavi was like, "Oh? Weaklings are just noise." LIKE HONEY STOP HE IS JUST A HIGH SCHOOL-ER!?

But yeah, Noa didn't chase Lavi further, and instead stopped to catch falling Isagi and explained him about the playstyle of Lavi.

BRO WHAT YOU WANT MORE!? HE IS NOT A BAD COACH!

2. Chris Prince

It's surprising, but his speech was hella good during the introduction.

And I don't mind that he strips and endorses stuffs. Like, do what you gotta do to get the bread in this economy. Besides, if I were a man and had a body like his, I'll be showing off too.

What, obviously, I'm going to show is this:

Like, the scores were 2-2, it was a PEAK moment, and he jumps in to take the spotlight?

Noa rightfully calls him out for it:

"This isn't your stage, Chris. Back off."

LOUDER FOR THE HATERS!

And you are telling me that Noa is a bad coach, huh?

Chris literally provoked Kaiser, made a near fool out off Yukimiya, and then started a beef with Isagi.

ACT YOUR AGE, CHRIS!

It's like someone throws me and you between Kindergartens, and then I start to write in beautiful cursive to prove that I'm so better than you.

3. Marc Snuffy

It's hypocritical, but the thing I called out Lavinho for, is the same reason why I wouldn't have gone to Ubers if I were a Blue Lock-er: telling the players what to do.

Starting from the start, we can see that Snuffy is one hell of a strategist, and was able to impress everyone.

However, it's been so long since NEL started that we have nearly forgotten that Blue Lock was made for strikers, and everyone selected were the forwards of their team. Like, fym Barou is the best suited to be a striker. Personally, I wouldn't have let it slide and would've started swinging fists.

Also, why are you trauma dumping into a 18 year old you met a few moments ago, just because he refused to play by your sayings.

Imagine someone tells you a story, and you go like, "Why are you telling me some loser's story?" And that someone replies, "Oh, actually, that was my best friend and he killed himself."

Are you getting me?

Further, I think Ubers got the better end of stick because:

Barou Shoei. No explanation needed.

Aryu Jyubei. He was literally the Top 3 during the second selection.

Niko Ikki. Bro is only 15 and hasn't even played for that long and was able to defend against Shidou and has meta vision.

Aiku Oliver. No explanation needed.

Sendou Shuto. Bro was literally the ace of (ex) U-20 team.

Don Lorenzo. Bro stopped Kaiser's impact

At this point, I'm getting my own emotions involved, but I didn't like how he just assigned everyone into positions. It felt like he molded them according to his own wants/needs that is, to win. I mean, he used data of the players to come up with a plan, right? Then why people think Noa is too reliant on numbers?

I'm not saying that Snuffy is a bad coach. Whatever he did, it turned out to work for the best. In fact, kudos for him to help Barou score by pushing Noa aside:

He is a good man and a good coach. Please don't think I hate Ubers.

4. Julian Loki

We haven't seen much of him, but if Shidou and Rin are in close quarters without trying to bust open eachother's skulls, then I think Loki is good at whatever he is cooking. Further, the fact that he is only 17, makes everything very impressive.

I know that we have already gotten a chapter focused on PxG, but it's not sufficient to precisely say how things got to be the way they are currently.

Also, ngl, I do think that PxG got the better end of the stick too:

Itoshi Rin. No explanation needed.

Shidou Ryusei. No explanation needed.

Tokimitsu Aoshi. He was literally Top 3 during the second selection. Like, even Barou couldn't defend against him (at that time).

Karasu Tabito. Bro is smart.

Tsurugi Zantetsu. Bro is speed.

Charles Chevalier. HE IS 15 AND ALREADY A PLAYMAKER.

Nanase Nijiro. Can't say much, but I think he is good.

The only problems are:

Itoshi Rin

Shidou Ryusei

Lol

.................................

To sum it up, Noa isn't a bad coach.

I do think it was a bit not-so considerate of him to just throw them into those physical tests because THEY ARE JAPANESE, NOA!? THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU!? If I were to be there, I would've been so lost like, Man, what you even want me to do?

Well, like I said earlier, everyone who chose the Germany stratum knew what they were getting into. Besides, Noa had made it crystal clear from the very start that if you want to play as regulars, prove it through your performance— what more do you want him to do!? Die or something?

Secondly, when Isagi came to his office/workspace whatever that is to ask for advice. He did give him one, in his own way. It was same like Lavi did to Bachi, and Chris did to Nagi, but each of them gave advices that reflected their own personalities.

Also, considering the environment in which he grew, one could expect him to be money hungry you know, yet, he was against of letting Isagi play in the match just because the sponsors wanted, and denied it till he forcefully agreed to let him play in, at least, one match. Even when he was subbing in him, he bluntly said, "It's fan service." This post isn't about Isagi, otherwise I would've mentioned how he proved his worth and THAT'S why Noa continued to let him play.

Further, I don't understand why people forget that in every match, Noa has explained stuffs to Isagi. For example:

Us Readers, take this as a narration about a character, and forget that in the BLLK universe, Isagi is the listener.

I don't think so that just because someone has an experience of doing something for long period of time, it also mean that they are capable of teaching others the same— Noa, I think, is doing his best; he literally, though for like a minute, let go of his striker position and did what was necessary for Isagi to score (chapter 201).

Just because Noa-Isagi interactions are highlighted more, doesn't mean Noa hasn't helped others too— he was watching over Kiyora and Igaguri practice, remember? Isagi is the protagonist after all, it makes sense for him to have the most spotlight.

To be completely honest, in the end, there is no definitive way of comparing all the coaches, it just boils down to what playstyle you have.

That's it, I guess.

.

.

.

Noa seems like someone who takes the meaning in the literal sense, like, someone be like, "He is such a Daddy material!" And he'd reply with a straight face, "I don't plan to have kids any time soon, but I appreciate that you think I'm worthy to be a Father." I just know he is dense.

[carmenthabaddie]

New wigs 💖💖💖💖

I am a real bitch and money is coming and ignoring my problems and circumstances and my current reality. I deserve to shine. I know my worth and put myself first and others last. Love my 3 new wigs. Upgrading my look. I’m high ass fuck. I take accountability for my life and decisions.

Planned my day night before in digital planner. And will be productive and busy. Doing laundry and other chores. I know my worth. It’s my time to shine. Black women deserve success and happiness and need making excuses for black men. Most black men are a disappointment to us. I am staying single no kids until I meet a high value man who is provider, protector , lover, friend, reliable . Done with bottom feeder men. Spirit and ancestors want me to speak my shit and shit on my haters all day everyday. Ladies remember your worth and let go of anyone who questions or lowers your worth. No one will lower my worth and question my worth.

I’m only concerned about getting ahead. Real ass bitch. Putting in that work and getting quick results that last. The level up glow up for the women who are honest and take accountability for they life. And doesn’t pass judgement cause they too busy living they life. It’s my time to shine. Real bitches love me. Everything I want I get no questions asked. David will be my husband and support my dreams. And be proud of my glow up. He will be my other half. Never hurt me always honest and true. I can manifest anything and anyone. My thoughts create. What I assume manifests. It’s my time to shine.

No one can stop my greatness. It’s my time to shine. And get lifted and higher and speaking my shit. Damn I’m fine. I’m a rich hoe. I look mad good. I’m a hood bitch. Laughing at my enemies all day everyday. I know my fucking worth. I’m so damn pretty naked. Gone keep intermittent fasting and one meal day. And diet drinks and water and low calorie hot chocolate. And workout on my treadmill and stationary bike multiple times a day. Outfits and gym clothes put out night before. And vlogging my level up glow up journey more often and stop procrastinating or feeling im not ready to vlog. Vlog not gone record itself. I gots to record and schedule and plan upload days. Im going hard. My reality is changing because I said so. Money falling in my lap. Im going viral period. More likes on this blog.

I love and accept myself and it’s all about me. Hoes hate cause I’m a savage and I hold myself accountable for my life. No one can do it for me. Dark skin women are beautiful and should be celebrated more often. Whatever I want he buys. He only has eyes on me. I don’t care what people think of me and my life choices. I make life choices for me and not peoples approval and validation. It’s my time to shine. I’m worth every dollar. I have came so far and blessed and loved and highly protected by spirit and my black ancestors. My pussy gets wet when he worships me. Women specifically black women are the prize.

Today will be good. I’m getting shit done. I’m putting in work. It’s my time to shine. I’m in no rush I don’t have to change overnight it takes effort and consistency over a period of time. I’m so rich and famous and not afraid to say no and leave when people don’t treat me how I treat them. Lord Baal and ancestors and Lord Ganesha is sending me so much money and opportunities and helping me overcome obstacles.

How I look? 💖💖💖

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 78

NOOOOOOO!!! No Liam? No Liam tonight? Bummer ...

Gods ... now Sam's a DOG ... how much worse than the Cat is this gonna be? Marisha is onto him, apparently ... yeah, no she's right, he is totally still the Cat ... yup, just as I thought ... oh dear ... XD

Ashley: "This is my favourite bit." Matt: "Oh ... it's my favourite when it's done."

Another NOOOOO!!! No Critical Role next week? Gah ... damn you, Thanksgiving, ruining it for the rest of the World ... I shake my fist at thee, non-anthropomorphic holiday ...

Yes, that's right, she KICKED HIM IN THE FACE. I do not blame her. That was a fucking MESS ...

Oh, they are all FREAKING OUT and it's entirely understandable ... yes, heal him, FCG! Heal him! 22 points back ... which he definitely needs ...

And now Fearne hits him in the face with his own bloody hammer ... 2 D20s? Oof ...

Crack! Oh boy ... andnow she's REALLY upset ... she's trying to BREAK his hammer now. Oof ... good thing she only rolled a 12 in strength ...

FCG tries to catch it? Oh boy ... Holy shit that WORKED ...

Fearne just grabs the Harness and storms off ... again I don't blame her ...

Laudna: "They betrayed us." Whoa ... hang on now ...

Wow ... it seems Ashton has ISSUES ...

Chetney's just rushing off after Fearne ... honestly, I don't think she's coming back any time soon.

Oh, so now Ashton can FEEL the very stone around him ... and then also there's the fire ... and now he's gonna puke? Oh boy ... fuck, is that the fucking crystal? Are you kidding me?

What, so it's a NEW crystal? Okay ... and his Constitution is PERMANENTLY reduced by 2? Oh, his body REJECTED the Shard? But he's still different ...

Wow .. so he really did all that for nothing ...

Fuck ... now shat thd fuck is going on with Laudna? Oh shit ... FUCK OFF, Delilah!

A Wisdom Save? Really? Fuck ... oh, Delilah is ACTUALLY trying to take over ... thank the gods that didn't work ...

Apparently Orym is nonplussed too ...

Yes. Ashton does INDEED have ISSUES ... but clearly it's NOT his fault, he's just been through it snd it kind of DROVE HIM to do the wrong thing ...

Even in the midst of All this angst, Ashley STILL tells Sam to "Stop it!" when he sneezes. XD

He wants to be WHOLE and not this broken thing he thinks he is ... oh man ...

FCG's right, this HURT Fearne ... they need to FIX this ...

Yup, Imogen has a point. They have to wait a day now ...

Chetney is VERY worried about Fearne and what she might do ... yes. He fucking SHOUL BE. Oh, she's gonna DESTROY the Harness ... shit ...

Oh she is just falling to pieces right now ...

Yeah, she really IS scared of Dark Fearne coming out ...

Chet is being REALLY SWEET and she doesn't even notice him sneaking the Harness out if her grasp ...

She said it. She actually said it. She's got a thing for Ashton. It's official ... oh boy ... and now she's really pissed about it ...

They're still in the tunnels, there aren't ant windows to break ... oh, they're really gonna do that? Wow ... it WILL make her feel better, at least ...

Laudna was prowling in the shadows eavesdropping on them ... and now she's just skulking around the tunnels ... oh boy, she us in a REALLY bad place ...

Marisha: "The chair knows what it did."

Ashton did indeed fuck up because he's an idiot.

Sam being very naughty again with that flask ... Taliesin: "That wig ..."

Imogen notices Laudna is gone ... tries to Send to her ... roll a D100? Oh man ... 9 points of Psychic damage! Crap ...

Oh boy ... Fearne and Chetney are indeed smashing windows ... oh, the Pale Guard have the good sense not to fuck with THIS ... yeah ...

Wow ... now Gwendolyn's in on the act too ... XD

Fearne is taking some personal time ... going to the graveyard ... hmmm ... the Dawnfather's temple, and the Matron's temple too ... she goes into the latter ... of course she does ...

She is alone ... with the tombs ... oh, there IS an altar? Okay ...

Trying to speak to the goddess, looking for guidance ... her postcards? Oh man ... she's leaving THESE as sn offering? Fuck ...

A young one-legged raven ... oh ... that was kind of sweet ... hmmm ...

Laudna is still sneaking around in the dark ... out into the woods ... darkly introspective ... oh boy ... but things are very different now ...

Ashton follows the sound of breakage ... oh, so Percy is NOT PLEASED ... but reflecting ... hmmm ...

Wow ... this is quickly becoming a very meta conversation ...

Oh, we're seeing the more peaceful and reflective side of Percival De Rolo again ...

Good gods ... and Ashton and Percy actually becoming friends? That is truly bizarre ...

Chetney (to Gwen): "The Fuzz! RUN!!!" XD

Imogen's still searching for Laudna, but having no luck ... ouch ...

Flossing ... oh boy ...

I love how Allura is thoroughly exasperated with the Hells but it's nothing she ain't seen before and she's definitely becoming quite fond of them ... this is like THE THIRD TIME for her now ... oh yes, she really likes these idiots ... :3

Imogen: "How much time do we have?" Allura: "All the time in the world and none at all."

Meanwhile Chetney's just roaming about in just his pants ... O.O

Grim Psychometry? Oh okay ... on the Shard ... this should be interesting ...

Primordial elemental spiritual weirdness ... hmmm ... yeah, it's all a bit vague but also not ...

Fucking hell ... they really are all very out of sorts right now ...

Is Laudna safe? FCG's coin says ... yes? Hmmm ...

Oh wow ... Chetney is NOT taking any prisoners right now ... oh shit ... where is this going?

That was ... a lot ...

Damn it ... fucking Delilah again ... gods, I fucking HATE that bitch ... oh seriously, Laudna, DO NOT listen to her! She is BAD NEWS ...

A doll for Ashton? Interesting ... off to her cabin, then ... and now time for a break ...

Fearne makes herself a druidy version of her old home in the woods for the night ... hmmmm ... oh, this is very nostalgic ... now she's thinking of Nana ... time for bed, then ...

Marisha and Ashley both roll D20s ... Will they run into each other?

Laudna stalks the night. Like a creepy goth wolf ... the scent if old charcoal ... oh ... she's home ...

Oh, so she IS making a doll for Ashton ... chipmunk skull, quartz ... fancy in a weird way ...

Oh for the gods' sake ... Delilah's at it again ... DON'T LISTEN TO HER, Laudna! Damn it ...

Now she's trying to turn Laudna all the way against Ashton ... fucking hell ...

Morning ...

Fearne wakes up and forgets she's not at Nana's ... oh ... she teats the whole thing down again ... oof ...

Laudna wakes up cold and lonely missing Imogen ... heading back, then ...

Imogen is panicking because Laudna didn't come back in the night, makes FCG cast Locate Creature ... no joy? Just means she's not close ... chill, Imogen ... but she's even more worried that Delilah's back ...

They grab Orym and go looking for her ...

Chetney still lives ... gods, he's playing it bloody close now ... he and Ashton are the only ones left ... Chet wolfs out and decides to test out Ashton's new arm ...

Roll initiative? Really?

Oh boy ... Ashton attacks with an unarmed strike ... oh, that definitely hits ... POW!!! Ouch ... now the hammer ... another big hit ... more ouch ... oh, so that's it, then? That was an anticlimax ...

They go looking for the others instead ...

FCG gets a blip ... homing in ... they find the others ... searching together now ...

There's Fearne ... oh, is she in a good mood? Interesting ...

And now there's Laudna ... okay ... and she's RUNNING AWAY ... what?

Now they're just chasing her into the forest ... and Chetney's in the lead, closing FAST ... he tackles her to the ground ... she is still PISSED at Ashton ... dangerously so ... oh boy ...

Imogen tells Ashton to just GO BACK to the castle ...

Wow ... this is getting REALLY fragile all of a sudden ... I DO NOT like where Laudna's at in her head right now ...

FCG: "Orym's never been this quiet." LOL

Maybe a break and a retreat is a good idea ... go to Nana Morri's? Yeah ... maybe ...

Chetney: "Let's go find the dumb dumb." Imogen: "Lady Allura?" Chetney: "No! OUR dumb dumb!"

Ashton is feeling the rock in the ground ...

Back together ... Laudna gives him the doll ... those is a very awkward reunion ... but they're both trying ... and Ashton does like the doll ...

And Ashton is going to try his best to make amends to all of them ... awwwwww ... damn it ...

They go find a VERY FLUSTERED Lady Allura ... and put the Fey Realm suggestion to her ... and she is actually FINE with it ... even though it's not opportune ...

Yes. THAT Fatestitcher ...

Oh ... so Allura is coming too ... oh, actually I love it ... :3

FCG is now planning activities for them to get up to during their time off ... it's adorable ...

Ah yes ... time for a private talk for Fearne and Ashton ...

He's searching for how to apologise ... and being really sweet about it ... he's actually doing really well ...

She's still a little mad at him ... which is fair ...

Ooooh ... adventurer Allura? That sounds a bit sexy, actually ...

Off already, then? Okay ... more pokes at absent Liam ... XD

Teleportation into another realm! O.O Awesome ... and they're back in the Fey Realm ...

Yup, this is definitely the place ...

The Ligament Manor ... lovely ... Fearne comes home ... Peepers! Hello! Awwwww ... that thing is adorable in a really awful way ...

Wait ... is that BIRDY?!!!

It is ... and Nana ... awww ... a sweet and simultaneously disturbing reunion ...

Yup ... Matt is IMMEDIATELY giving Travis little nightmares and I love it ... XD

Vitoren? Hmmm ...

The Hideaway is buried? Okay ... timely enough, in the end ...

Allura is TERRIFIED. It's perfect ... LOL

A scavenger hunt? Oh fucking hell ... what fresh hell is THIS idea? What are you going to unleash upon us, FCG?

Yes ... the Moon ...

Oh ... so the Bridge is genuinely HURTING all the magic in Exandria? Great ...

Fearne is coming to some kind of nexus point in her destiny? Intriguing ...

Wow ... Tavan ... the demon mark ... here we go ...

Ollie! Hello! Oh ... yes, grub, lovely ...

So the scavenger hunt is really happening ... wow ... this is going to be ... interesting ... and FCG is seriously considering having Nana wipe his memory so he can take part in the hunt too ... oh boy ...

"DIRTY Fey" ... yeah ...

Wow ... a whole new chamber just for them? Cool ... in a scary way ...

Time to wind down, then ...

And that's it ...

Thank the gods they're on the way to patching things up after THAT chaos ... I was getting worried ...

They really are the most full blown fucked up dysfunctional party in the whole show's run to date, aren't they?

[alarrytale]

I made comments about Harry not giving fan pics, or posting to SM…after thinking about it more and seeing him perform yesterday with what looked like bloody cuticles (who knows if it was true, but we’ve seen him tear up his fingers in the past from anxiety) I just wanted to share another thought.

It’s more than just putting on a good singing performance for him (and any other celebrity). He knows the minute there’s new pics/info out there he’s going to be torn down with more hate than love most likely. I’ve seen all the memes, the bad angle shots, making fun of his outfit, his hair (discussed endlessly whether it’s a wig, a mullet, or transplant etc), the way he messed up a little on the song, how ‘old’ he looks, how he’s lost his voice - I mean, it goes on and on. What a toll that must take on someone even though he’s ‘used to it.’ It can be said he doesn’t see it, he doesn’t look at SM or whatever, but you can’t tell me he doesn’t get wind of what’s being said. And all the millions he makes and all the self confidence he has, that still has to sting like hell. Especially being ‘gone’ for a year and having a little break from it.

I, for one couldn’t do it. It’s bad enough to look in my own mirror with my thoughts 😂. I know it’s part of the deal, and why he makes the big bucks, but he’s still human and it’s a side we don’t really think if much as fans.

Hi, anon!

Harry has always been prone to a bit of nerves and anxiety in high pressure situations. Remember how he puked before every txf performance? It think he'll be fine when he gets in the swing of things again.

But he's not a young boy anymore. He's a 30 year old man with years of experience in the business. He's learned to say yes and no, and he's making his own choices for the most part. He is experiencing backlash to a greater degree for the first time in his career. But he's the one choosing to shave his head, he's the one with the bad PR relationships, he's the one not bothering to shave and dress up when he's called the paps, he's the one who chooses to hang with zion*sts and dress more masculine in traditional masculine spaces, making the queerbaiting accusations rise. It's his choice to make. People don't need to like it. He's used to people loving everything he does. Most people still do. But he's too big now to not have enemies and critics. It's a new situation for him and he needs to learn how to cope with it.

I do think he sees everything said about him, and i do think it gets to him. He can either conform to popular opinons or he could forge his own path and deal with the crisitism that comes with it. His actions has consequences and he needs to be strong enough to deal with them. So he needs to choose wisely and have somewhat of an understanding what reaction his action will cause.

[deancaspinefest]

Devil on the Dirt

Author: thespeckledbandicoot | Artist: free-birdies Posting on Thursday March 16

Dean's only ever wanted to race. He grew up following his dad around the US, watching and then racing flat track. It's all he knows. But then he almost screws everything up, partying too hard and getting into trouble. He doesn't know if he deserves the second that a sponsorship with Harley Davidson could be, but he knows he's not gonna mess it up this time. Even if that means playing nice with his new PR rep, one Castiel Novak, resident stick in the mud. Castiel hates flat track with a passion. He's worked his way up the Harley Davidson food chain, he gets to pick his clients, he shouldn't have to deal with this. But he is the best at what he does, so he's stuck with Dean Winchester, a rising star in the flat track world with a penchant for getting himself into trouble. It's just one summer. Surely he can get through this. 

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Good afternoon Zach. What did you want to talk about?” Zach grinned, his attitude never affected by Castiel’s desire to cut through the bullshit pleasantries. And he’d tried. “Well, as it so happens, we have quite the exciting opportunity for you! You know you’re our favorite PR person right? Always so efficient and you always know the best spin to put on things.” Castiel sighed, not liking this at all. “Go on.” He took a seat before Zach’s desk, notepad at the ready. “We’ve got a new rider for the Factory Harley Davidson flat track team-” Castiel’s head snapped up, mood no longer apathetic. Surely he didn’t hear that right. “I don’t work with the flat track side of things.” “Not usually, no.” “No, not ‘not usually’, I don’t. I never have, and I have no desire to start now. Why isn’t… whatever this is, being offered to Tessa?” “Tessa is about to go on maternity leave, and this is a bit more of a… hands on project than usual. Let me explain.” Pressing at the bridge of his nose, Castiel nodded. “Please, explain.” “We have a new rider, and he’s very talented. Very promising career, even though he’s a bit older than our usual new crop. Unfortunately he’s a little… rough around the edges.” “That’s hardly a new occurrence for Harley, particularly the racing crowd.” “Rough around the edges includes assault charges and public intox.” At Castiel’s incredulous look, Zach spread his hands in deference. “What can I say, apparently the degenerate is a great racer.” “What would my involvement be?” “We need someone on the scene to wrangle him, keep him out of trouble. The big wigs really think he’ll help the image for some reason, so it’s our job to keep them happy and him out of trouble.” “Well, that sounds like an excellent place for you to start on your pitch for Ketch or Frank. I’ll pass.” Castiel started to rise. Zach leaned forward, suddenly all the salesman charm gone from his voice. “Perhaps, I haven’t been clear enough Castiel. This is not optional. You have been assigned to this project, and your choice is to take it, or to take a position mopping floors in the showroom on floor one. Your call.” All the ibuprofen in the world was not enough for this, Castiel thought miserably. He sank back into the chair. “Fine. Tell me about this rising star of the flat track world."

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Thursday March 16]

Motorcycle racing AU, enemies to friends to lovers,  Author: powersuitup | Artist: Birdie

[littlespace-imagines]

Little Muse pt.6

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Pairing: CG!Vincent × little!reader

Contains: fluff, short slow burn, Vincent Sinclair figuring out how to be a caregiver, CG/L dynamics, Vincent is an amazing bf, reader is GN but wears skirts and dresses a lot (they're so comfy and cute), cursing, Bo doesn't understand but tried to be supportive, Lester is high key a middle

TW: This chapter has canon typical violence and gore mentions, please exercise caution if this disturbs you

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

The universe has a really funny way of fucking things up just as things seem okay again.

You had been kidnapped, you saw your face on the news multiple times while watching TV with Bo, you saw your family pleading for you to come home because they loved you so much, you scoffed and asked Bo to change the channel.

Now today someone else’s face was on the news. The police had considered your case cold and was no longer looking for you, it felt a bit surreal to know that you were no longer a concern but it was also a relief. Now that the police weren’t looking you Vincent would sometimes let you go to two with Lester if you wore a wig and glasses. You wouldn’t be able to leave if you wanted too though because Lester kept a good eye on you.

Vincent and yours relationship was largely platonic but lately there had been so obvious tension between big you and him, it wasn’t a bad tension it was hard to describe. Vincent was an ideal man, he was clean and tidy, kept himself groomed, could cook and clean, and an amazing artist. What wasn’t appealing about the man? You had yet to find something other than the mask that was a draw back.

You had asked Bo about it, he explained it simple enough and said that it would best if you didn’t ask Vincent seeing as he was incredibly self conscious about it.

You may be wondering what all that has to do with the universe fucking things up, well I assure you I’m getting there, it all started this morning. I woke up in my room and Vincent was no where to be found, I did my usual morning routine and got dressed in a simple sweatpants and a black t-shirt before going downstairs for breakfast.

I was greeted in the kitchen by Lester,

“Whooo! There she is! Goodmorning!” Lester smiled at you, you gave him a small wave and a ‘Morning.’ In response. It’s not often Lester comes for breakfast so it was a pleasant surprise to see the younger brother, you quickly grabbed some breakfast, just some simple Nutella toast and a bowl of grapes before making some for Vincent aswell. You went down into the basement and handed the man his plate which he thanked you for in sign.

You still didn’t know everything but you were catching on really well, sometimes you could even sign back to him which was really exciting.

You spent a couple hours chatting, Vincent had tried putting you in Littlespace but you weren’t feeling it today, so he instead showed you some of his latest art work which you were excited to see.

“Hey, Vince, can I take a walk?” You ask and he thinks for a moment before nodding

‘Be back before dinner’ he signs and you sign a simple ‘Ok’ in response before walking into the main house. You borrow a jacket from Bo, and set out on your walk through Ambrose.

You pulled out the MP3 player that was graciously gifted to you by Lester, you had went to a library with him and was able to download some music for when you went on walks or cleaned around the house.

(Bo’s pov)

I stood at the sink doing the dishes when Vincent came running in behind me frantically signing,

“Woah, Woah! You’re going to damn fast.” I yell and I see him take a breath

‘The bodies, they’re gone, and (y/n) is on a walk.” He signs and I feel my blood run cold

“They’re gone?” I ask and he nods, I frantically run my hand through my hair, tugging on it.

“How does that happen?!” I yell

‘Lester didn’t give them enough of the paralyzing agent, I told you to leave it to me.’ He signs and I nod, I know he’s right. Fuck. This isn’t good at all. I grab a jacket and dial Lester’s cellphone on the landline

“Fucking pick up. Pick up, pick up.” I plead

“Hello?” Lester answers, he knows I never call his cell unless it’s an emergency

“The people escaped and (y/n) isn’t in the house.” I say

“Fuck!” Lester tells and the phone drops, the call ends and I hang up before Vincent and I run out the door and to my truck while Vincent goes to do a walk through of all the areas I won’t be able to get to.

I can’t help but plead to a god I don’t believe in for their safety.

(Your POV)

You hand ended up wandering into the house of wax, you hadn’t been back in it since the day you were kidnapped and you wanted to keep looking through it. You were admiring a particular wax figure of a man playing the piano who looked so life-like you were waiting for him to blink when someone suddenly tackled you to the ground, you let out a scream only for them to cover your mouth with their hand.

“Shut up! Shut up! You’re one of them!” They whisper-yelled and you started crying, anxiety and fear overwhelming you.

What were they talking about?

Who were you one of?

You had so many questions and fear racing through you as the short man pulled you up with him.

“See, here’s what we’re gonna do, you’re gonna lead me to them and so help me god you step out of line I’ll slit your throat right here and now.” He says as he brandishes a razor blade, held tightly between his fingers. He pulled you infront of him and pressed the blade to your neck. He led you infront of him and began yelling.

“Hey! I got your friend! I’m gonna fucking kill ‘em! Just like you sick fucks did to my friends!” He screamed and you whimpered, feeling the sharp edge nick your skin

You couldn’t help but sway on your feet, your vision became cloudy as you cried, panic rising from your stomach and gripping your body like a vice, you were horrified, terrified even. Where was Vincent? Why wasn’t he protecting you?

“Oh, so you’re not gonna play?! That’s fine. Me and your friend here are gonna go inside that apartment building and you have by noon tomorrow to bring me all my friends alive or I’m gonna fucking kill them.” He screamed again. The man pulled you over to a random building and kicked the door in, he pushed you on the ground and quickly barricaded the two of you inside the building. You thought about attacking him, about doing something, yet your body wouldn’t let you.

You felt scared, alone, and violated. This person was threatening your life. Why?

I cried harder as I felt myself regressing, my mind would no longer let me stay big.

(Vincent’s POV)

I punched the wall as hard as I could. I was freaking out, I couldn’t stop, what was he doing to them? What was he saying to them? They must be so fucking scared.

“Vince, it’s fine, we can just give them their friends. We found them, they’re alive, they’re locked in one of the spare rooms.” Lester said in an attempt to calm me

“I don’t FUCKING care Lester! I want them DEAD, do you understand? I want them to experience a painful and agonizing death. NO ONE gets to touch my baby.” I scream

Bo and Lester stare at me in stunned silence as I stood there breathing heavily.

“Holy shit. Vince, you just fucking yelled at me.” Lester says

“Ofcourse he screamed, dipshit. Imagine how stressed he is right now, would you wanna be throwing hand signs while being pissed?” Bo retorts to the younger brother sarcastically,

“Can you guys shut up and help me figure out a plan? Please?” I beg as I sank to the floor, I sat there for a moment, pulling at my hair.

“Wait. The tunnels.”

[toguidethewildthings]

Chapter 4 - Rangers of the Immune

(M-ish rating)

Summery - Altered by Vault Tec to withstand the radiation, Carrion walks the aftermath plagued with a guilted sense of servitude since she can withstand what they can not. The Ghoul has found her again and needs another favor. Their dance of crossing paths sparks another adventure. But… after what happened last time….

Drink Me. Drain Me

A/N — So, this first section is kinda like the first chapter where I wrote it as the running imagery of a song. It’s not as well placed as the first chapter… but it’s there. So… if you liked it the first time and wanna follow it again, the song is “Little Girl Gone” by Chinchilla. Let me know if you do and how these last two attempts have gone, the descriptions I have to write kinda lag against the song and is the hardest part of the translating which is why descriptions kinda get skimmed over. If this isn’t working, please let me know. It works in my head. lol.

This is also a bit of a sexier chapter. Bout time, right?

Enjoy :)

Drink Me. Drain Me.

Years have passed since the dropping off the bombs. Not too many, but long enough for settlements to spring up as houses are built alongside their businesses that are built around taverns where booze is sold regularly and the paths between establishments have been well etched from travelers and traders. It was a time where there were still Rangers and they were well known, but enough time where damage had been caused and a day or so would go between messages on the pipboy.

Midcountry, Carrion had traveled this way with a few others like her, but tonight was on her own, sitting at the end of the bar much like how she stood at the edge of her jurisdiction. Her team was simple and small. Rayze, Carrion and Splice. Two of three of whom are women, which those two of three had quickly realized they were still seen as a target to a different breed of aggressive human. Sex still sells though, and it was the oldest business in existence..

The three had split up. The plan was to stock up before they went back to New England, but money was low which is how she had chosen this bar in bum-fuck nowhere to casually wait out and find a victim.

And a victim she did find. Across the hall, a face had appeared that had dragged out out painful memories and a distorted anger as he was the cause of all of her current hells that plagued her as she walked the rest of her life through this wasteland. None other than Cooper Howard has taken a seat alone at a table, drinking his own misery away. She knows that outfit anywhere.

It’s funny how a wig and some make up and a small change of characteristics can alter the entirety of how a person is remembered. She's not dressed as a Ranger.. nor a maintenance worker. She’s dressed more like a resident just looking for a good time in this hell.

(Song start) She approached, he let her sit. She bought him a drink. He bought her one. Neither used their real names. They laughed, much flirting back-and-forth, him, completely engrossed in the personality and the prospect of sex that he completely ignored the fact that the feeling of attraction was not so much of lust, but of the ringing of familiarity of someone he once knew.

She stands up first, grabbing his hand, and leading him out. She told him of how she liked it rough and he was quick in his way to push her up against the wall as they both began to kiss in the darkness between buildings. The bodies grow hotter, the touches deeper, and before he knew it, drunk off alcohol and lust, he’s lured back to her house, pushing the door open and stepping her through the threshold with hardly a resonance of its location. She helps him take off his jacket between whispers and fleeting kisses, but when she tries to take off his hat, his hand pushes down quickly and he shakes his head no.

“The hat stays on,” he smirks, quick to pick up and push away any argument, kissing her again over her neck and jaw as hes slipping his hands around her waist. Shed more than happy to shrug it off, not that it really mattered to her in the end. She quickly takes a hold of the sensation and brings them into the bedroom where she unbuckled and unfastened his pants as he slid the dress straps from her shoulders. Where she was undressing, he’d only unbuttoned shirt as much as he’d allow, correcting her with a sharp correction to the face he'd pick up with his mouth and teeth, again showing his still persistent intentions but that he had rules she'd have to follow. With a deep drag of his fingers over her back and a sharp bite just over her breast, he left her standing in her bra and panties posed between his legs as he lowered himself on the edge of the bed, sliding his fingers down her thighs.

He was far more aggressive than she remembered. The wasteland had turned him into something more calloused and less of the casual and weak worded cowboy actor that could hardly throw a punch outside of a photo shoot. She wanted his hand around her throat, and he obliged, skillfully. She wanted his nails into her back, and he obliged again, roughly, but when she finally pulled away instead of following his pull to his cock as he sat with his pants strewn on the floor, she took a step back and smiled.

“I have something for this,” a wicked smile played on her teeth bruised lips as she started to her closet. “Something rough I think you’re really going to enjoy.”

Her hand lowers to the door handle, Cooper smiles a dark and toothy smile as he takes her body in, his chest heaving with the heavy beat of his heart and pulse in his groin.. And the ecstasy that runs through his veins and in the air… well they both shared that.

She turned the handle of the closet door and then with one movement, she curves over, touching her toes as a large German shepherd dog leaps from the closet, catapulting off her back and straight into Cooper Howards throat.

Two other dogs much the same weight and size skirted around her feet from within the closet, leaping into the air and latching onto the man’s arms. she smiles as he cries out, falling back onto the bed, body shaking with the rough head swinging of the dogs. She gives a chuckle and turns to see her hounds destroy the foolish, foolish man who had only thought with his cock.

But what happens next just as she's pulling on her pants is unexpected. Cooper was supposed to be in pain and well… dying… But one arm is thrust into the air, bringing the dog across his body and off and into the wall with incredible strength. He does the same with his other one, grabbing the scruff and ripping the dog across his body into the wall as well. With two hands now free, he takes the mouth of the shepherd around his throat, breaking the jaw open by its neck, and throwing the dog back with a painful scream as it landed heavily on the floor by her feet.

“Shit.”

Cooper Howard stands slowly to his feet, his hat has been knocked off, exposing the baldness and radiated texture of his scalp. His shirt is opened, showing the radiated rippled skin on his chest. He was a Ghoul, very early set, but still a ghoul and his wounds were already healing as he rose, staring at her with a murderous anger.

“Shit.”

Everything that would happen next would happen through a flurry of instinct and fight to survive. She stimpacks the broken jaw of her dog as Cooper regains his health, and rushes to the door, alerting them and shoving them out with a command before his hand smashes against the door, slamming shut, and she turns to see him inches from her face.

He takes her by the neck and slams her into the wall and attempts to slam her again, but she’ll take her arm and snap his elbow, forcing him to release her for only the moment she needs to duck underneath him and get to the dresser where she throws open one of the drawers and pulls out a vile of light green liquid.

She’s going to buy her time before she can do anything with it; wait until she can land the perfect hit.. The vial is locked in her hand but he’s at her side unexpectedly fast, his hand around hers, the vial broken into the table top with a slam, sending the glass deep into her flesh and liquid onto her nails.

Perfect.

Now she comes out with the strength of a winner with a slash across his collar where an instantaneous burning erupts across him. He backs off, shoving her violently away as he addresses what is going on. He’s a ghoul, and not much affects him…. So when he feels the pain seeping into his skin and radiating like fire through his veins, he’s confused as he watches the skin around the slash marks turn black.

“What is this?” Cooper demands an answer from her.

“What's what?” she asks, inching her way towards the bed where she kept another one of the vials, but now he was too much in on the threat and would continue relentlessly now that he knew that she had a weakness against him. The struggle would continue but slowly by slowly, he would overpower her as her human exhaustion failed against his ghoul endurance.

He’d smash her back into the dresser taking the rotating mirror and breaking it over her head, sending glass into her scalp. They both grab a shard, she slices for the neck but hits his face, the remnants of the liquid on her hand dripping into the wound. He grabs her arm and slams his piece through her hand and into the wooden top. He cuts her face equally with a swipe before falling back willingly when she sends her foot into his knee, breaking it backwards in what should’ve been a disabling kick.

But now, with distance and a pause between them, she watches him stand tall. With a twitch of his leg he resets his knee, her face dropping further when the wound on his face stops bleeding and he chuckles a dark murderous laugh as he cleans away the blood with a single wipe of his hand. The is wound present, the edges rippling black as the surrounding skin begins to tatter. The poison is in him, but he’s still healing.

She now accepted that she was to fall to his beating, but she had a final card in her sleeve. She knew he was always weak for her as Caroline, so when he came down on her again and she started calling for him to stop, she used a voice that would break into his memory. She’d tell him that she was done, and that he had won and for some reason or another beyond his own understanding, he slowed to a stop against all reasoning. Her face was pressed against the dresser top, glass obviously cutting her cheek. He has a hand around her throat, choking her, but when she cries her surrender, his fingers waver in their grip.

“I’m done,” she says, now irritable as she pushed him away and stumbled off to the side a few steps, wiping the glass from her face, wincing as a few specks dragged over her skin. “God dammit, man..”

He was confused, as a fight like this had never just ended in this manner. Why was she frustrated at him…? And why did he almost feel bad for the amount of blood that dripped from her body?

“God, dammit.” She stumbled away looking at the glass shard through her hand that she hadn’t the time to remove. “I knew I should’ve stopped after what you did to my dogs. I knew there wasn’t any point…. I can’t keep fucking doing this.”

She grabbed his hat and threw that at him angrily. “Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!” He snapped back, unsure of what else to say, but still picking his hat up.

“You lied to me by omission. You didn’t tell me you were a fucking ghoul.”

“Oh, fuck you.” He began to button up the torn shirt. “You brought me here to kill me, you stupid bitch.”

“Yeah, but I made it to level playing field by not getting you too intoxicated so that you couldn’t fight.”

“Like that makes it any better?”

“More fair. But you fucking cheated with not being able to be hurt at all.”

He looks down at his ashy and black dripping chest. It wasn’t blood, but something thicker. He tried to say something else, but she was quick to shut him down.

“Just do whatever you want. Rape me, rob me, kill me…. probably in that order, just do what the fuck ever man… I’m done here,” she reached into the drawer of the hip height table by the door and pulled out a bunch of dog treats to thrust at him.

“Give them to my dogs to pacify them. All your shit is fucking out there; your guns, your jacket, all that bullshit. Just do what the hell you’re gonna do.. but…” her expression wavered as she turned to look at him, “just please don’t hurt my dogs. They’re innocent. They’ll let you by. They were just doing what I asked them to do.”

Before he has anything else to say, she’s turned around and walked away, slamming the door to the bathroom behind her. He stood awkwardly, somehow feeling guilty, even though he was the one intended to be murdered.

He left the bedroom to meet the snarling bloodied mouths of the dogs that attacked him moments ago. Passing the treats, she was right, it pacified them and he was allowed to walk through the kitchen and livingroom before grabbing the jacket and slipping through the sleeves. He shouldered his bag, wrapping his rifle over his back, and lastly holstered his pistol. But just before grabbing the door handle, he turned around when he heard the scratching of nails against the bedroom door. It was her dogs wanting to be with her.

He sighed dipping his head down, he talked to himself, telling himself how this woman had just tried to kill him.. His mind wanders off and he groans before he punches the door and turns around, walking across the house once again and sliding open the bedroom door for the dogs to trot in, tails wagging but ears nervous, completely moved past their attempt to kill just minutes ago..

The bedroom was a mess. Flipped and broken furniture, broken glass scattered everywhere… blood. Everything looked like a murder scene that got out of control but it wasn’t just that, because the moment he opened the bedroom door, the dogs went straight to the bathroom door where he heard her cry out in pain.

He had to talk himself out of this house. Just, walk man. He tells himself. Turn and walk away right now. Why did he feel guilty? He kept asking himself this over and over as he stood in the threshold. What was it about this woman and what she attempted to do that had him forgiving her so quickly and brought him trailing back through her home about to now open the bathroom door to check in on her. He’s angry in his confusion, just about as furious as he was minutes ago. He takes the pistol out of the holster as he stomps across the bedroom, kicking the bathroom door open and brandishing the weapon before pressing the muzzle against the back of the woman’s head, the image of himself in the mirror, her eyes looking at him in the reflection.

Her wig is off, her natural hair black and spikey and shaved on both sides. Her make up has been cleared off, familiar tattoos sit on display. It’s a foggy memory, but he pushes through none the less as with a shove of the pistol, he cocks the gun as their eyes hold.

“I have been to war. Real war and the war of the hell we live in now. I have been attacked countless times in my life and I have never given a damn in the world about how I left a person who tried to end me. I have left the dead on the ground without even a glance back… So…” He pushes the muzzle into her bleeding skull again, “I want you to tell me right here, right now, why the fuck I feel guilty about beating the shit out of you?”

She waits for him to see her. Maybe if he looked long enough at her reflection he’d see who she used to be.. But no… the pistol pushes again and she looks away shaking her head.

“It’s because you remember me, Cooper.”

She turned around in the chair to face him, and indeed there she was in full memory and form.

It was her.

Caroline.

….

“Okay, Lucy,” Carrion says for the group to hear as she pulls a feral over by its chain, the taser stick in the other hand occasionally zapping it haphazardly a few times as she moved into the open space a few yards from the circle where everyone was sitting.

“Remember how I said you weren't a threat? Well.. we're going to work on that.”

The first week had come to an end rather early at Carrions request, and this was the reason why.

The forest would break away tomorrow and they would be walking on scarce land as they passed through the first of a few weathered roads that wrapped the first mountain pass.. A dead land that was far more volatile with little protection from the many more threats. With little space between the lifted mountain wall and the steep drop into the ravine, Carrion knew the chances of anything living being on these roads were high.

The feral raced a few steps towards Carrion who would jab it roughly in the stomach, sending the feral back with an angry hiss. The others winced.

“This is a good game. A game Rambler and I have played many times to hone our agility skills. If you can dodge and disarm an attacking Feral, you can dodge.. well.. just about anything.. Get up.”

Lucy looked around nervously, lastly at Ghoul whose throat emmited a rumble of sorts as his head tilted, edging her over toward Carrion.

“Okey-dokey.” She pushed a chuckle nervously. Pulling out her pistol and walking over.

“You get three shots from your gun. Not including the first to grab its attention. No head shots. We're not killing it, just disabling it. You got a knife or something..?”

Lucy stood like a deer in prebomb headlights, slowly shaking her head no. Carrion turned to Ghoul with an expression that passed blame to him. He shook his head in disagreement.

“Not my responsibility.” He grumbled.

“Taped to the inside of either arm is a short stick. Your goal, is to take both the sticks. I'm not taking the muzzle off, nor the leash.” She explains to Lucy as she tugs on the chain, “so.. don't worry about that. Hands though, obviously.”

The feral noticed Lucy's approach and zoned in on the approaching meal, staggering forward ahead of Carrion.

“Shoot it when you're ready and I’ll release the binds. When you have both sticks, just say so.”

Lucy imagined the times Ghoul and Carrion would play this horrible “game” because she was not having any fun at all. She had never a good encounter with these things, and she was guessing this would be much the same She raised her gun though and took a deep breath, then another to steady.

“Remember, This is more of a movement and quick thinking exercise. Land your shots to disable, move to appropriate the situation. You can't just expect everything to run straight at you and then die.”

She nodded and no sooner than that, pulled the trigger.

While Carrion assured she'd not unchain the creature, she never said she wouldn't let it go. With a pull of the rope around its wrists, the feral was free and ran straight at what shot it, encouraged by a jolt to the spine and the release of its leash. Arms waved erratically, feet picking up pace quickly.

The terror would keep Lucys feet stiff to the spot and had her firing three shots straight into it, the bullets doing little more than twitch its racing body. The two collided and Lucy cried out as the Feral grabbed and pulled her into the muzzle.

Quickly, the taser landed, disabling the creature, bringing it weak enough for Carrion to yank it off Lucy and back a few feet. Lucy, breath huffing and hand on her chest, sat up and looked around.

“So.. What I told you about.. moving… You didn't do that…” Carrion sighed, sharing a glance with The Ghoul, who passed one back shaking his head. Max looked almost embarrassed, his scribe, entertained.

“Again.”

Lucy slowly improved. Her feet swipped to the left. Then the right. Her hands started grabbing and twisting that of the Ferals as she learned to use momentum. She learned how close it came before the proper time to dodge. She learned where to shoot it in the leg to slow it down the most. But in the end, when she was done, tired and covered in dirt, she had only grabbed one stick once. Carrion quit the exercise without a word and lead the feral away wordlessly.

“Why don’t you show me how it’s done,” Lucy snapped, which caught Carrion off guard, tazing the following Feral out of the way as she turned around to look at her.

“Excuse me?”

“You said you and Ghoul used to do this. Well.. I wanna see.”

Carrion would look at Ghoul, dismissing the challenge if he wasn’t going to carry the chain. There’s a moment of waiting before Lucy takes a heavy step forward.

“Well?”

Rambler was up, a saunter to his step, he grins at the familiar activity as Carrion rolls her eyes as she passes over the leash.

“Don’t get in your head.” She discourages him, but it’s too late.

But Rambler is more ghoul these days than she gave him credit for, and far more cruel than she remembered.

He didn’t wait for a mark. He waited until she had walked far enough away where the feral would pick up pace enough to cause damage. Wordlessly, while her back is still turned and attention elsewhere, he unbolts the muzzle fully and releases the chain with no warning, adding with it the adjoining bolt from the taser which sent the feral after its capture like it owned a vendetta.

She heard the commotion but was not ready for the scene. The snapping mouth leads as arms swing ferociously. Its hungry body screams as it slammes into Carrion, but she was fast and ready for that. One hand on one arm, one hand on its shoulder, she shoves it past her using its own momentum to pass by as well as study herself. She grabs the leash, and yanks backwards, the unsteady creature falling on its rear. It flips and twists to stand. But Carrions foot is already breaking out an arm. With her other hand, she yanks the stick from the able arm when it reaches towards her.

That’s one.

And she's too busy to feel the fear that pulses through her veins. She's running off her natural fight responses now, hardly passing a thought as the threat before her is very real and gnashing.

But she had ventured to close in her grab, and the stick was attached quite securely, so the mere seconds she had to pull away, she had lost in the struggle. Broken arm or not, it’s legs bend like a rabbits, and the feral is springs forward, colliding fiercely with her, sending Carrion back with the feral ontop of her.

Rambler approaches wordlessly, taser stick twisting in his fingers, ready to intervene. Callously though, he only watches as she struggles to hold its neck and chest from right over her face. The snapping was a disgusting sound of clashing teeth and bubbled saliva that dripped onto her face. The screaming and grunting was overwhelming. Slowly, her arms are failing, and the thrusting mouth drops closer and closer.

At the last moment she raises her leg, places her knee on its gut and uses the only bit of strength she has to flip the creature over. She releases her grasp, lashing out a punch to its face as it flips; an act of final resort. But this fails too as the creatures bad arm releases her in the headover flip, but the good arm drags her with it; the ferals face twisting with the flip, its teeth snapping, falling into a tight hold on the punching arm. Now on her stomach she’s face to face and the feral drops her arm from its mouth before instantly lunging at her face with a final scream.

The tazer lands on the back of the ferals neck, slamming its head on the ground, inches from her face, close enough to feel the wave of the creature's breath on hers.

She grabs the stick, never forgetting the goal and then retreats, falling over herself as she crawls backwards, fearful and in a panic. Too casually, the Goul pulls up on the leash before pulling the snapping feral away, forcing back on the muzzle once it’s gathered.

But Lucy didn’t see that, or the unemotional shrug he gives before walking back to the steak in the ground. She was watching Carrion, who sat where she had fallen, sticks in her balled hand, a slight shaking to her limbs, every part of her expression indicating that she was terrified and hurting in more ways than one.

The vengeance that Lucy had predicted at the start of this journey would come to fruition that next night. The incident with the feral was a stroke to the fire that never had burned out, but now raged behind the eyes of the ranger.

That late afternoon after the Ghoul walked back to his spot without so much as a glance in Carrions direction, she left the group, sectioning herself a visible distance away but clearly giving no one an invite for company. Ghoul mentioned nothing, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Through their travels that next day, what Lucy mistook as a simmer of silence, had actually been a growing boil of emotion as Carrion, sitting for hours in the saddle of her horse, rode in her steaming thoughts as she watched everyone in front of her. She did not forage or participate in any circle or conversation, she just sat and watched. One she did not watch that day was Ghoul. No, She glared at him with a radiating anger. The heat felt and obvious, but ignored outright by him who walked on, lashes burning into his back. Lucy could feel the heat as well and assumed by the cautiousness of Max and O’Conner, they did as well. They all felt her tension in their own way though never addressed it, and it wasn’t until that night when Lucy and Max wandered off to finally have time just between them was where they’d be interrupted by the echo of arguing which brought them racing back.

Carrion and Ghoul were both on their feet, both aggressive with mele drawn instead of bullets.

“This is what I’m talking about with you.” She yelled at him. “You just.. you just don’t give a fuck about anyone but yourself and worse, you don't care about what damage you cause.”

“Says the exquisite dinner, bitch.”

“You know how to forage just as well as I do! You’re just a lazy piece of shit.”

“Ah yes, because you've always been a productive member of everything you've put yourself in. Never an absolute burden I've had to drag.”

“I may have…”

“I actually have quite a headache from your pedantic bantner. Lend a puff?”

He reaches for her jacket where the inner pocket held her chems. She smacks his hand away, the back of the knife dragging across the top of his hand as fury fills her as he insinuates her vice and greatest weakness vocally.

“No wonder your wife left you, you washed up fuck. I wonder if you can pay alimony with caps,”

The crack of his hand across her face echoed the empty space and after a rustle of hands grabbing each other, Ghouls knife slices her arm deeply. He grabs her and pulls her close and smiles,

“So you know…. I didn’t abandon you that day, darlin. You just.. fell behind.”

Carrion flared her fingers and whipped her nails through his face.

Unexpectedly for the rest of the group, he cried out in immediate anguish, his hands releasing her as well as the knife that landed onto the soft ground as his pain echoed the night. His steps stumbled back, nearly tripping. They watch his hands clasp his face while his back and knees bend over front himself. It was obviously a devastating move, but the others had yet to realize why.

The Ghoul turns as close to feral as the fiery agony and truth of the situation drives him to become. He runs at her before he stands tall against her, faster than what they gathered was his normal. His hands find their way around her jacket before her body is lifted from her feet. At the slight indication of her hand rising again she’s released, her arm grabbed and all four fingers mercilessly broken backwards before her elbow is snapped for good measure before his return to the scruff of the jacket. He’s moving too fast for her to keep up and before she can register, her knee is broken and she’s falling. Nuka, brave but foolish, lunges, but is caught mid air by the throat and slammed onto the forest floor.

Carrion took the opportunity to attempt to crawl away but Ghoul, or Rambler, or Cooper is nowhere to be found in this body and there would be no mercy here. He grabs her by the hair and yanks her body into a backwards bend as he falls into her spine with his knees that takes away all the breath from Carrions lungs.

“Lucy, no!”

Ghoul has already fired his shot. Well placed and landing in front of Lucy’s feet, Max grabs her around the waist and yanks her back.

“Where is it?” He screams at Carrion as the blood pours from his face, something he shows her up close as he continues to bend her backwards, placing the hot muzzle against her temple. She grins and spits upward, hitting him in the face.

His response is animalistic as he slams her face into the dirt before pulling out a large bowie knife. Grabbing her again by the hair hes ripping her back into the agonizing bend.

“Last chance.”

She struggles to get free and with that as her answer, he takes the knife and slices open Carrions throat in a slow, deep drag.

“Dead for dead, bitch.” He hisses in her ear as he sprays her blood before releasing her, pushing off her to stand.

He looks at Lucy again. Begging her to intervene, but they all just stare at his

face which now in the fire light they can see the horrific rotting damage. The cuts have become holes, skin flaps freely, his molars exposed.

“Where is it?!” He kicks Carrion, dragging his spurs over her before targeting everything she owns as she struggles to pull herself up on all fours.. Hes ripping apart her bags inside of bags as he continues to yell at her while she crawls away on one arm, blood spilling from her throat, eyes wide, mouth hanging limply open. Every breath is a forced, clouding wheeze.

“Give me the fucking antidote!”

“Ghoul!”

The feral Ghoul looks at Maximus whose finger wavers towards Carrion, whose laying facedown in a quickly growing puddle of blood. With a heavy wheeze that wracks her body, shes holding up in her bloody hand a small vial, the firelight reflecting on its light blue hew. He stomps over to her, landing his boot on her hand that he plows into the ground. His other leg straddles her and he lands heavily on her back.

“How do I use it?” A cruel question because she can’t answer. And he drops more weight onto her suffocating body. “Do I just…”

Her thumb weakly wavered upwards and he was off her. Uncapping the bottle as he takes a few steps away. He drenches the slash marks on both outside and inside of his face. The shred gashes in his cheek failing to hold in the liquid, though washing the blackening edges which brought them to start to close.

As the pain subsides his mind returns from the hell of his feral self. He feels his breathing burning in his chest. Quick, heavy breaths of madness with a heartbeat of madness to match. He studies himself, straightening up, cracking his jaw, settling his heart. He only thinks about himself and where he is and about his wounds before Carrions death rattle comes from over his shoulder.

He slowly turns, remembering his attack. His approach now is calmer though no less direct and decided. Now far less feral but no less aggressive, he grabs her and flips her dead weighted limpness onto her back before landing back down over her, straddling her again. This time he drops no weight onto her but slowly lowers himself onto his knees instead. He grits his teeth and growled his voice in a low and dangerous tone as he lowered himself to her face,

“Look at me,” he waits. Watching her fight the death that rolls her eyes and bubbles blood from her mouth as she chokes.

“I told you….” He clasps his fingers around her jaw and cheeks, tilting her head so the buildup of blood steams from her mouth, “I will play your pain games, little girl.. because I have learned to love them too. But when it comes to who dies first? Well, I will take myself out willingly just to ensure I see your last breath.”

They stare at each other before Ghoul makes his move. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to her jaw, allowing her a moment to feel each breath he takes before pulling his tongue across her, lapping up her fresh blood in a single run to her chin. Her breathing escapes as a deepened gasp as her eyes widen and her fingers try to grasp what her arms don’t have the strength to reach.

“Mmm.”

A hiss is heard over the sound of everything else and after a second and final taste of his punishment, he raises upwards, exposing to the others the stimpack that juts from her neck. He’d watch the bleeding from her throat slow to nothing before the wound itself starts to heal.

Licking the last of her blood from his lips, he watches her knowing that she’s watching the hunger in his eyes grow. His mind says drink more of her, driving him until he forces himself away as he suddenly stands with a start. He takes a deep steadying breath before grabbing the back of her jacket and jumpsuit collar, and roughly begins dragging her limp body back to the group.

He’d just as roughly drop her next to the fire as he took his seat against a tree. Sickeningly casual, he started to rummage through his bag, pulling out a blood bag, a tube and a needle he had wrapped tightly in a towel. He glances at the surrounding group who watches him, and then at Carrion before he arranges the IV. In his passover of her, he notes her blackened eyes and ashen skin, her lips are a pale blue, eyes faded, listless and unfocused. Each breath was painful, forced, and with a violent, audible wheeze. She doesn’t move outside of the occasional twitch from various limbs, her mouth twitches like a fish Could she answer if he spoke to her? Perhaps he had done too much…

“Come here.”

He grabs her collar and yanks her body up between his legs, adjusting himself as well as her until her neck rolled her head, landing her forehead against the edge of his face and jaw. He cut open the notch in her sleeve and less than delicately slid the needle in her vein before placing the blood bag on his shoulder and opening the IV. He grabs her other hand, snapping her fingers into place before hitting the back with a half shot of a second stimpack he knew was also enough to heal her elbow too.. The rest goes into her knee.

“Don’t bend your arm.” He instructs as one of his arms wraps around her, fingers landing against the pulse in her neck.

He crosses one leg over one of her ankles and with his job done, he breathes out casually, doing his best to ignore the scent of blood that danced on his tongue and in his mind, singing sweetly for him to take more off her stained skin. He rationalized that drinking what he had was not the most “to keep sane” choice for his kind. But hell if she didn't taste like heaven. Grabbing from his bag, he finally hits his neck with its own stimpack just under the space in his cheek where the damage had been done.

The space falls into silence for a good few minutes.

“Are we going to talk about what just happened?” Lucy snaps as she looks around the group that seemed to just go back to before the event happened. Max says nothing and O’Connor keeps his head down in his can of food as the Ghoul clicks his tongue and shakes his head before raising his head off the tree where he had come to rest, hoping she’d just keep her mouth shut.

“There ain’t nothing to talk about, Vaulty.”

“You!!!” she tries to land on exactly which point she wanted to start off with.

“Oh, I know what I did.” He raised his brow and speaks matter of factly, “I sliced this little girl’s throat and sprayed her blood all over the Wasteland floor. I am not ignorant to that… while you seem ignorant to what she did to me.”

Lucy gave him a questioning look, and the Ghoul looked between the three of them before he reached down and grabbed her hand. He places his fingers in a way that splays her fingers, accentuating the claw-like nails for the three to see.

“Now, you see here.” He speaks as he switches his attention between her and the set of nails as if he’s displaying fine art, “A very long time ago, this little killer came up with her own invention. A Serum she calls, Ghoul Splice. And every single day since, the entirety of the ghoul population thanks every second they exist that she has not sold the how-to for it. A splice, that up until this very moment, I did not realize she had been painting onto her nails.”

“See here, young Lucy. You don’t understand what you just saw was a death to death fight. Once that splice entered my system, well… I didn’t last this long out here by making kind in the face of my own destruction.”

He drops her hand, his finding rest upon her lap. “Now, I have since stimpacked her and am ever so kindly allowing a nice pillar of blood back into her system to replace what I punished. I have every pulse under my finger and I feel every breath. All right? There's nothin to talk about, because nothing happened that won’t be fixed by mornin’”

“I know you were cruel to me.” Lucy‘s voice is almost breaking as she looks upon the monster in front of her and his very beaten victim who lay limp in his talonss. “but what you just did-“

She doesn’t get to finish the sentence that explains what she thought was wrong about the situation, as Carrion in that moment makes her stance known. Lucid and conscious just so, and with just enough strength in her to prove, she pulls her body sideways, going from her back onto her shoulder as she curls into Ghoul who raises his arms off her in waiting. Her good arm slithers up his body, her arm coming to a rest on his shoulder as her fingers clasp the back of his neck securely, her nails drumming but not damaging the skin. He smirks at Lucy as Carrion buries her face in the notch of his neck and her leg curls her into herself before he drops his arms back down around her.

“At some point, you will accept the world out here is a violent, violent place and what is “Cruel” is just a matter of situation.” he glowers at her, “Most of the time, you just need to let two motherfuckers beat the shit out of each other.”

His fingers move through Carrions hair as she wheezes every breath, but he holds a heavy stare on Lucy until his head turns in toward her. He rests his chin against the top of her head and holds this embrace for a moment before turning back just as Lucy opened her mouth to say something.

“And that’s the end of the conversation, by the way.”

…..

That morning Ghoul would wake with his breath caught in his throat, as before he sees anything, feels his body assulted.

Her lip drag along his throat, her teeth scraping teasingly, her hand under his coat, fingers breaking under the edge of his shirts, down where she drags her finger tips over the lip of his pants along the skin of his hip.

“Am I dreaming?” He growls under his breath, opening his neck with a tilt that he'll roll at the neck until hes breathing in the scent of hair.

“Does it matter?” She whispers into his collarbone.

“Heavily determines what I do next.”

She nips just under his jaw in a sharp pinch and his eyes open with a snap as his breath hisses in sharply.

They're all sleeping through this, assessing each, making sure as she continued her assault. Something about the situation just heated him up more. He plays into her silent movements. Caressing his hands down her back, one hand pulling down the zipper of her jump suit too much for discretion but easy for him to dip his hand in and run his fingers over the skin of her hip bone under her shirt. The other grabs her jaw and pulls her up into a heavy breathed kiss she'll accept but quickly pull away from.

He keeps and eye on the group, as well as their jacket positions that covered their movements as a blanket would. As her hand travels up his chest from under his shirt, he drinks in the physical touch he's gone so long without that it's been forgotten..

He was a Ghoul with a physical form too obvious to hide, so no human would touch him, especially like this. As for being a ghoul, even though he was a ghoul, he didn't fuck with ghouls which left him very much without anything but himself. He’s never not loved her, holding her to the fact she doesn’t see the ghoul in him in these moments. She remembered him for who he was. When she touches him, she remembers the skin that used to be smooth and human. But his new voice, oh, that she loves most of all.

“Ram…”

He knows what she's asking for as her fingers drag down his chest and stomach and then stall. Halfway between insulted and understanding he nodded into her head. His breath chokes in his throat and his heart skips into hus lungs as her hand slides over the really last physical aspect of his human life. His full body shifts, his hips pushing his twitching member into her palm. A deep growl comes forth from his chest, excitement for him, a noise which he knows is a spark for her.

“I more than can, I'm pleading to give it.”

Every pore of his body is on fire, each vein igniting under the touch of her sliding hands as she explores him. His skin raised ghost hairs and shivered his skin. Every breath he pushes out is from his groin, heavy and driven. He looks over again at the sleeping three, the blood he's lost in his brain convincing him he could get through whatever he was about to do right in front of them unnoticed, while his echoing logic explained how they should move elsewhere.

All he ended up doing though was laying there immobil under her touch.

She's remained between his legs, and he grinds against her again as his hands grow more aggressive. Grabbing; attempting to convince her out or the jump suit and onto him.

“Not here.” She whispers as her head passes his mouth as she continues against his neck.

He opens his eyes and they’re less than inches apart.

“Anywhere.”

He goes to push her off of him at the moment O’Conner starts coughing himself awake. Ghoul pulls her down and holds her against him, both attempting to to regain composure, both their chests heaving their personal heat, the ghoul is far stiffer and hes holding a glare on O’Conner as the scribe groaned and sat up.

The scribe clears his throat and looks around, noting the glare of the ghoul passively as he's stretching, various limbs cracking. “At least at the camp, we get cots. Ya know?” he addresses the ghoul who twists his lip angrily, agreeing to make the scribe happy.

“Right. Imma take a piss and then we can get on it. We break into the mountain pass today.”

O’Conner smacks Max's shoulder as he passes by, waking him up with a start. Ghoul watched his chance vanish with the boy as he hated the feeling of Carrion chuckling against his body.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e4 phantom traveler (w. richard hatem)

(this is a rewatch, so spoilers abound)

another early reaction report to watching spn lol

what's so funny to me too is that like. this show is very low on skin overall. seeing half naked leg is downright scandalous on the scale of what we ever see of them through 15 years. they keep very thoroughly covered almost all the time! meanwhile the show i'd fixated on before this, teen wolf, those boys were shirtless constantly (except stiles. never stiles)

ps i've had it on my sort of floating to-do list to, at some point, paint that ever so shocking full length view with the 2/3 naked leg

s1e4 paul jarrett as george phelps / the fall of the house of usher s1e7 as doctor donaldson

airport man, paul jarrett, has been in a lot of stuff i've seen. (supposedly?) twilight eclipse (aka the one with the very bad bella wig), the xfiles, the killing, the fall of the house of usher most recently... god i just wasted a solid 30 minutes trying to find documentation of any/all that

demon as particles that went into the eyes instead of smoke in the mouth, wild early days

s1e4 as jaime ray newman as amanda / the magicians s3e10 as irene mcallister

too many people :S she's also been in a lot of bigger stuff but the recurring part on magicians hey-o

i'll spare them a screenshot of the bad visual effects on the airplane

picked spanish captions first accidentally, that's sweet. cariño for good morning, sunshine (an endearment that's like honey/sweetheart)

DEAN Did you get any sleep last night? SAM Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours. DEAN Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial. SAM Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV. DEAN When was the last time you got a good night's sleep? SAM I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal. DEAN Yeah, it is. SAM Look, I appreciate your concern— DEAN Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp.

not concerned, my ass :p but an additional concern that he can't do the job (or even drive safely or be a functioning human) with no sleep

DEAN Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess? SAM Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you. DEAN You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that. SAM So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night? Never? You're never afraid? DEAN No, not really. SAM reaches under DEAN'S pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as evidence. DEAN That's not fear. That is precaution. SAM All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.

LOL, good call, sam. not buying he never gets scared either. savoring the brotherly chat in the beautiful (albeit dark) lighting

JERRY Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time. SAM He did?

shitty way of showing it there, john. tell him you walk out and stay gone, and no contact since. but he's proud! grinds my gears :p dean lookin over to sam like, see??? fucking JOHN. ugh! lol

JERRY Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh? SAM No, not by a long shot.

oh, sam.

brian markinson (as jerry panowski here talking to salmon dean) has been in a lot my stuff and in fact i did a hey i know you when he was amelia's dad in the fuzzy brightly lit flashbacks in 8x08

LOL copy jack making fake IDs

SAM Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, even for us. DEAN Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times.

makes a good point. i didn't realize it was a thing in 2005, but apparently it started in 2002 (makes sense that they made it happen quickly, like every shitty thing that got put into place after 9/11). guh

s1e4 birkett turton as max jaffe / the magicians s3e7 as vince

another person that's been in one of my shows..... almost turned alice into a vampire? lolol totally forgot about that. i should rewatch s3 again, been a while

the coloring and lighting just really did such lovely things for jackles, an already exceedingly lovely looking human

widow of plane guy was in a very small part in the killing but i am not looking this up. i'm t i r e d

DEAN Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers. SAM No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance.

LOL get him, sam! also i was gonna blame the music on jay but it was actually just a bad sub by netflix yet again, was supposed to be black sabbath paranoid

so it's one thing to fake the paper/picture/card part of the fake id, but what about the badge shields??

also kind of amused that this is presented like it's the first time they're wearing the fed suits, in that they had to buy them. dean really didn't need one before with john? rolling up in his oversized jackets, flannel, ripped jeans and boots pretending to be any manner of official?? i can see sammy needing a suit, since all his clothes got torched (and might have had dress wear for say, law school interview, but maybe not a suit.) yet again thinking too hard about this :p not even halfway through the episode damnit

SAM Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up walkman? DEAN 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade. SAM Yeah, I can see that.

ok so my 2nd-4th screenshots while watching this show? this interaction LOL. poor dean, sam not impressed 😔

stir-of-echoes on lj transcribed jared and jensen's commentary for this episode:

JP: (Bursts into laughter at Dean’s face when Sam informs him that he can see that they EMF meter is home made) JP: That is always one of my favourite moments. I seem to remember laughing over my coverage… JA: A little Dean comedy thrown in there…

so i guess this is part of my impression that they were pretty inexperienced with demons at this point. they didn't know the residue on the emergency exit of the wreckage was sulfur until they had the dude look at it under a microscope

the effects in this episode are definitely showing their age/budget. the airplanes and the demon particles woof

the stuff on the wall a la john, so impractical in a hotel/motel/holiday inn (i think i've made this reference before lol.) also those teeny tiny beds so close to each other

SAM Well, that's not exactly true. You see according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease. DEAN And this one causes plane crashes? All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?

feel i might give myself a headache if i think about this too much. so like. are we saying that a different culture's demon is doing this? but (will be) affected by christo/exorcism? or that all of those folklore creatures in different cultures were christian-hell-demons (surely not that one)? or that maybe if their demons were up to these shenanigans so would christian-hell-demons? ugh. nothing makes sense to me when i try to go outside the christian sphere for more than 2 seconds in this universe

DEAN It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death.

okie doke

(perpetual irritation and frustration at how sometimes captions are greatly condensed and remove whole sentences of dialogue)

we all know the talking him through his panic on the plane but this conversation too where both their voices are going progressively higher is pretty cute as well. sam walking the line of a) got a job to do or a bunch of people are gonna die b) desire to mercilessly tease over the newfound weakness, as is the sibling prerogative

also, they are very smushed together in those airplane seats. also ALSO, jackles seems to have been getting different makeup than padalecki because he's got poppin highlights all over his face like it's pretty glossy looking regularly, where sam's cheeks are regularly matte in the same lighting. wonder what that's about. wonder if it's because jared sweats so much as he's having to wipe down so much he loses the sheen. maybe jackles was just more naturally oily and they went with it. anyway, his skin looks gorgeous in these early days

SAM Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum.

more reinforcement that dealing with demons is a new thing for them. now i can't even remember why i'm questioning this. maybe it's because of how pre-series gets talked about later in the show or something. ugh. brain, get it together

DEAN Maybe the thing's just not on the plane. SAM You believe that? DEAN Well, I will if you will.

LOL sam's face. it's fun having dean be a mess without it going over the top broad humor which mr ackles tends toward

also funny that holy water in this first incarnation makes the demon's clothes burn like acid too. wonder if that was a one-off, definitely adds a lot of extra work to something they use on the regular later on

man, kripke apparently talked a lot of shit about the effects in 1x02 (and later took it back saying it wasn't so bad upon rewatch a decade later) but the effects involving the exterior "shots" of the airplane in this are 10x worse than anything in wendigo

DEAN You okay? SAM Dean, it knew about Jessica. DEAN Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was.

so i guess my interpretation of that is with christian-hell-demon up to similar shenanigans as the japanese folkloric disaster causing demons which was only mentioned to add Flavor

so we got a sign of life from john via amelia's dad, by way of reconnected phone with new voicemail recording to call dean's current number

so, here's my guess as to why sam's lookin like this. dad is definitely still alive as of recently so there's that relief but he's also completely ghosted them. transcription says that sam "fumes" and gets in the car. but we got the sad string musical score and he's definitely on the verge of tears, jaw clenching/swallowing. i'm voting sad and frustrated and a skosh angry

and again from the commentary:

JP: (Jared talking about the scene where Dean and Sam are resting against the Impala and Dean is calling John’s cell phone) Now I remember this was a big milestone for the series at the beginning because this was the first time that we’d heard not only confirmation of the fact that our father was still around… JA: Right… JP: But that he had made communication with someone, so this was a big important scene as far as the series itself goes. JP: (Talking about the look of sadness on Sam’s face when they hear John’s voice on the phone message) And that’s why I have that look on my face… (Both laugh loudly) JA: (Talking about the look on Dean’s face in the same scene) Oh, and there’s the jaw-clench, was that a jaw-clench? JP: You can’t teach that Jensen, I remember getting this shot and we were sitting outside the airport and erm…

the commentary is a fun read and a lot faster than rewatching the episode to listen to it :) so thank you to stir-of-echoes for posting that in 2006 and miraculously still being around for me to read it 18 years later

[floydsmuse]

Meggy, might I present some thoughts about Bob Floyd and his family?? Be warned, kitchen shenanigans can and will ensue and I promise I will have some new Calvin thoughts/thots coming soon (lol).

Bob, his dad, Joe Floyd, and his brothers all have this hilarious dynamic where they give each other the worst amount of shit possible. Bob is a total sweetheart with his mom, you and his sisters, but with the men in the family? All bets are off.

Michael, his oldest brother is a police officer who's seen some seriously crazy shit on the job. It was the morning after your wedding when Bob woke up a little hungover with his hair sticking up at weird angles and looking like utter hell and the first words out of Michael were "oh my God you look scarier than that crackhead I arrested two weeks ago." (lol).

Sean is a firefighter who has also seen some crazy shit on the job. Funniest call he ever got was a fire at a house on a college campus and he was on the radio, manning the hose coming from the truck when a drunken frat boy jumped buck-naked from the top window and landed on top of the firetruck (lol).

Liam is a physical therapist who works with disabled veterans which is how he met his wife. Liam's wife lost part of her leg when she was in Afghanistan but the two of them have run together in marathons all over the US, including Boston. Alot of the prize money that Liam and his wife have won has gone to helping disabled military and first responders.

Then there's Eugene. Eugene's a bit of a dork but he's unbelievably street smart when it comes to running a business. And when it comes to his brothers giving him shit?? He's got a tongue sharper than a razor (lol).

"Hey Eugene, nice wig what's it made of?"

"DAD'S CHEST HAIR!!!!"

When they're all with Mom or Meemaw, these boys are sweet as pie, but if it's Dad and Papa??? DO NOT.....I REPEAT........DO NOT LEAVE THESE ALIEN ASSHATS ALONE FOR MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES!!!!!

It all started with Thanksgiving kitchen shenanigans. You were out with Bob's Mom, Irene, and Marty, his Meemaw, getting last minute groceries when Irene's phone suddenly blew up with pictures of Bob, Joe and the boys engaging in some pretty stupid kitchen shenanigans. Beer was involved and Joe ended up accidentally slicing his finger to which Irene could only groan, "I'm gonna fuckin kill them when we get home" (lol).

Getting the tree for Christmas was no easy feat either. At the tree lot they had found the perfect tree, nice and full, tall and just absolutely gorgeous. Joe looked around at the boys and was like "did either of you numbskulls bring a saw?" The looks on their faces said it all and it left them having to literally dig the tree out of the ground, roots and all and drive home with it strapped to the top of the truck. When they got home, they drew straws to see who was gonna have to cut the stump and needless to say Bob ended up having to do it. He ended up coming out in a Jason mask from Halloween and scared the shit out of the neighbors (lol, if you've ever seen National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, you'll get the reference, if not it's all good).

Joe's also had a rather colorful Navy piloting career and goes by many nicknames (Foul Mouth Floyd is always a favorite, because the man has no filter, lol) but none are more well known than his callsign, "Rabbit". Mav and Ice used to be members in his unit and were dumbfounded that he and Irene had as many kiddos as they did with Bob being the youngest (eight total and Joe was the seventh of thirteen, the men in the family clearly have out of control breeding kinks and Bob clearly inherited that gene, lol).

Meggy there's so much more I could add to this but I just can't for I am in the silliest of moods and this just randomly waltzed in like it owned the place (lol).

Mary! yes absolutely! please indulge me with some much needed Bob thoughts 🥰 i can’t wait to read these & future Calvin ones too :))

~ haha aw! Bobby being the sweetest to you, his mama & sisters doesn’t surprise me in the slightest! i picture him always going out of his way for all of you & could see the women in his life being a top priority for him :,) also Bob having a completely different dynamic with the men vs the women in his family is so funny to me & just makes sense!!

~ ooh! i love these little backgrounds for each of Bob’s brothers! the part with Bob on his wedding day & Michael telling him he looks scarier than one of the crackheads he saw on duty is hilarious & made me laugh out loud! 😭

"Hey Eugene, nice wig what's it made of?"

"DAD'S CHEST HAIR!!!!"

~ this part !! haha! i love that they joke around with each other & i couldn’t even imagine all of the unhinged & crazy stuff that has gone on between all of them, especially when they were growing up🤣 not the kitchen shenanigans!!! ahh i’m just trying to picture this scenario in my head & it’s just great! Irene being done with the boys is such a mood!!

~ aww the part with the Christmas tree😅 not them forgetting a saw & having to fight over who’s gonna cut the stump!! poor Bobby losing the draw & having to do it himself! but the reference to Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation is awesome! i love it! foul mouth Floyd!! that’s so good haha! that’s a perfect nickname for someone who doesn’t have a filter!! rabbit being Joe’s callsign & him having been in the same unit as Mav & Ice is great too!! the breeding kink! yesss!🫠 Bob’s breeding kink goes crazy, i just know it! he loves seeing you all full of him & carrying around his baby within your swollen belly. my god!!! i’m unwell thinking about this right now !!

Mary thank you for these wonderful Bob thoughts! i’m sorry i didn’t contribute much, but these were perfect & they made me laugh! i loved reading them! merry christmas eve my love❤️💚

[jaxteller87]

Big Poppa part 1

As I was in my wheelchair in the bathroom, slipping on my wig, my heart raced as the phone rang. It was Jax, and the news he delivered was enough to make my blood run cold. There was going to be a SAMCRO throwdown, and he had to go.

Clay, the club’s President, was already livid that Jax had missed the last throwdown, and the thought of him missing another was simply unthinkable. But the truth was, Jax’s absence wasn’t entirely his fault - it was because of me. I was still recovering from my shunt replacement surgery, and Jax was hesitant to leave me alone, even for a moment.

As Jax hurriedly gathered his things and prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I knew how much this meant to him and the club, but I couldn’t bear the thought of being alone in my weakened state.

“Are you going to be okay, baby?” he asked, putting his kutte on over his white t-shirt.

“I think so,” I did my best to give him a reassuring smile.

“Look, Amber, if I wasn’t already in hot water with Clay, I wouldn’t even think twice—”

            “Don’t worry about me,” I reached out for his hand, “just get back as soon as you can.”

“You’re so perfect,” he smiled, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll be quick, I promise. I’ll just show up long enough to make sure everyone sees my face, and then I’m gone.”

“Yeah,” I wheeled my chair to the closet, “unless—”

“Unless what?”

“Why don’t I just come along? It will be good for me. I haven’t been out much since my surgery.”

“Amber, sweetheart—”

“No, that’s it. I’m going, end of story. Don’t try to talk me out of it; just help me find something to wear,” I said, rifling through some potential outfits.

“I wasn’t going to try and talk you out of it, I was just going to ask if you were sure about this, but I guess you answered that question,” he smiled and shook his head, walking over to help me get dressed.

 About half an hour later, we pulled up to the clubhouse in Jax’s truck.

“Wow,” I said sarcastically, looking at all the croweaters.

As we walked in, I was instantly surprised by how many people were there. It was clear that something was going on that I didn’t know about.

“Head over to the VP’s table, I need to check in with Clay, and then I’ll be over,” he kissed the crown of my head and made his way to find the club President.

A few seconds after arriving at the table, Tiggy came by with one big tray of jello shots and sat them down in front of me.

“Take any one you want, and as many as you want, sweetheart,” Tig said, winking at me. “Jax mentioned you might not feel like drinking the hard stuff tonight, but there’s always room for Jell-O, right?”

“You, sir, are right. There is always room for Jell-O,” I picked two off the tray and sat them in front of me.

“Oh, a two-fer?” he fired a surprised glance at me, “I like your style, chica; let’s knock’em back! Everybody! Shots!” Tig yelled, to which the whole room erupted in a cheerful roar.

I talked with Tig for a few minutes until two croweaters walked by and effortlessly stole him away. To be honest, I was surprised he even lasted those few minutes with me, considering how many half-dressed easy women were walking around the clubhouse. By the time Tig disappeared into the back, Jax had returned to check on me.

“Can I get you anything before this thing starts?” he asked.

“Um, no,” I smiled, “I think I’m all good. You have to sit over there with the boys, huh?” I asked, gesturing toward Opie and Juice on the other side of the room.

“Yeah, just for a little while. After the speech or whatever they have planned, everything goes back to free roam.”

“Okay,” my eyes drifted to all the croweaters staring at us.

“Yeah?” he said, noticing it too but keeping his eyes on me.

“Yeah, baby. Go do your thing. I’ll be fine,” I puckered up and waited for him to plant one on me.

We locked lips, and I  playfully grabbed a handful of his butt, “Don’t forget that ass is mine, and I’ll be taking it later,” I  said, causing him to laugh loudly, realizing i did that as a not-so-subtle way to let the lurking lizards know he was spoken for.

            While Jax was engaged in his meeting, plenty of people stopped by to check on me.

“Venus!” I said happily as she sat down to join me.

“How are you, sweetheart,” she said, throwing her arm around me and giving me a little hug.

“I’m pretty good. How’ve you been, sweetie?”

“Doll, let me tell you what! You like amazing for just having surgery,” her eyes glistened as she took my hand.

“That’s right, we haven’t seen each other since before the procedure,” I mentioned. Venus and I sat there for a while, catching up with each other.

Jax’s POV (Point of View)

The throwdown was nearly over, and I stood behind the bar, my eyes fixed on Amber as she let out a tired yawn. Tig and Venus had left together, and Juice was sitting on the couch with a croweater on his lap. It was time to go.

“I think it’s time to get you home,” I whispered in Amber’s ear. Since the throwdown happened in the middle of the day, it was nice to get home early.

We made it back around seven, and I had my wife tucked into bed around eight. It was almost midnight by the time I crawled in to join her. Something Clay said at the throwdown didn’t sit right with me, and I needed some time with myself to think about it. Amber has her own struggles, so I don’t bother her with mine, especially when it’s club business and even more especially when it’s one of Clay’s hair-brained ideas that have me questioning the direction he’s taking this club.

Despite my mind being heavy with shit I didn’t want to be thinking about while lying next to my wife in bed at 12 o’clock in the morning, I nearly forgot it all when Amber snuggled up to me.

“Hey, Big Poppa,” she smiled with closed eyes.

“Hello, darlin’,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head.

“Tonight was nice,” she mumbled, still half-asleep.

I thought about all the idiotic crap I heard get spewed out of Clay’s mouth and how she was oblivious to it all. But that’s how I want it; best not to ruin the moment now. “Yeah, it was kinda nice.”

“Kinda?” she quipped.

“Sitting with you would have been better than the company I was stuck entertaining all night.”

“Aw. Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked me.

“Nah, but you know what I do want to talk about?”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“How I love it when you call me Big Poppa,” I replied in a sing-songy voice, trying my best to emulate the Notorious BIG.

We sat there in awkward silence for a good 5 seconds before she erupted with laughter.

“What?” I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Oh babe, you’re a lot of things. A wonderful husband. A badass biker. One hell of a lover, but one thing you’re not, is a good rapper.”

“Don’t quit my day job then?” I said jokingly.

“Absolutely not,” she leaned over and kissed me.

“So, you know what I want to talk about?” she asked.

“What’s that?” I responded.

“Well, If I remember correctly, didn’t you say something at the throwdown about taking my ass?”

 I smiled and rolled over to face her, “I did say that, and I’ll have you know, I’m a man of my word.”

“Prove it, Jackson Teller,” she said seductively, wrapping her arms around my neck before kissing me passionately.

[wordpimp]

We live in a world of calm and speculation.

Rainstorm gesthemane, hialeah watertown.

Be good to me daddy, he says.

I will baby, she says.

They argued a little earlier abt what to call things. They stepped into a mud hole, she carried him across a mud puddle. A turtle floated them across its back. It was flat. Lounge lizards in tucson, in tulsa, in poughkeepsie.

It was hot in july in the trailer. White broadside yellow cream trim, it was pretty in a way. Petticoat, baby wore mary janes to match, white socks farmer tan. Yellow wig. Ginger blossom. He had a few tattoos, but really only liked one of them. It was a bird, a kanji, the owl.

梟

Baby went to japan once, mt fuji, and asked for sake like a tourist. For a long time they thought abt him, there, in the wind.

Around evening, baby would want ice cream from the ice cream truck. Parlor junction. Mi casa es su casa, the driver used to say. But baby misinterpreted the one time he went down there: mikasa.

It was a brand of dinnerware but they already had some. Casa with a K. They did that a lot. Sign of puberty. The world was young, then. Flags were rectangular, money was printed on clothes. Put a dollar in me, the walls whined at night. Labor of love.

*

Signs in the chimney. When they were able to, they would have a fire again. Saturday maybe. The days were gone, mixed up since daddy had begun to work again. Out in the yard, in the cinder, baby could hear the pitchfork shovel of machinery. He smiled at his typewriter. It was fitting. 

A bug flew in from somewhere, green-yellow, yellow-green, there must have been a window left open. It looked like a crayon. Stick of wax, eyes, cardboardy paper, birch bark. O the skin of my love. 

Baby lit a cigarette on the stove, waiting to flick the ash, started boiling some water for mac n cheese. Mac in cheese. Macaroni and cheese. It was italian. Starving, he noticed. Ice cream for dessert, maybe tonight.

He wondered abt daddy, what she would do when she came in, what would she say, what new saying, what did she see out there. Or maybe a souvenir today, taking her time to dig up the bottles and ingots she got paid to hand over. Sometimes she would bring one of those back. A small gem, it might go into a scepter or a walnut, it might make a tree in the country, a beautiful place from a story.

Tire swing. That sounded too beautiful to baby. He hardly noticed the light swelling on his arm, where the crayon had landed, and the kettle boiling, or the white hot flowers. Bloom of midday he needed a nap.

*

Baby had the most extended childhood of anyone. He was born in a manger, he died on the cross. He was wet he was hard. He couldn't cum, then he couldn't stop. 

That he wasn't a cult leader, that he wasn't a shepherd, with a flock to watch over or admonish, that he didn't abandon them all to go sit in judgment of everyone he ever met or heard of, that was a minor miracle. It made sense if you heard of easter, running out in bare feet with diapers, eating all that candy. Chocolate bunny marshmallow bird, give me the stomach to jesus. Baby jesus, jesu of man's desiring. If you ate all that candy, you would never want that responsibility. 

Instead baby was a loud quiet person. Chaotic quiet, perturbed by everything. Lately he had been frustrated by the wallpaper, by the color of time, orange like the sun blue like the water green like the pears or unripe apples. Ripe pears unripe apples. Confusing. Some of the wallpaper was peeling but it was almost peaceful that way. Maybe it wouldn't burn all at once, if that was its destiny. It was a taste of freedom, for baby. Like coming out of a cupboard, a box cutter to skin. Letting the hunger abate.

Baby liked to sleep in a small bed. I think it's closest to the true meaning of his character.

*

Daddy shut and locked the front door behind her when she went to work outside. The back door stayed locked. It wasn't to keep baby in, it was to keep the lunatics out. She was going to ride her tractor for a little bit, and dig a little bit. Who knows. Metals in the earth. She had heard that there was a meteorite under the sand. It had brought up ghosts. It was actually what people had come to see. Why they lived there. 

Daddy never saw the ghosts anymore, but jehovahs and mormons, scientologists, they would sometimes come by and that was bad for baby. He would talk to anyone, he just couldn't help it.

Daddy was more circumspect. She talked to strangers and people that she knew casually but said very little. Hi dolores hi bill, hi stephen. Their house was at the end of the street. A few neighbors, the creek. Mulberry tree, sideyard with a big hole from digging. They had been thoughtful and made the quarry wide enough to corkscrew down a few more turns. She hoped they wouldn't have to move for another year or two, it was a nice setup. 

*

Daddy's schedule to get the ice cream was posted on the fridge. Left side mwf, right side, the rest of the week. Daddy made it, really worked hard on it. Pews in a church. Wings pearl grey. Everything was pearly. Cum colored or pink. Raw and toothy. It was the inside of a mouth. Of a cunt. Daddy shaved her leg. This is the one, lick it.

Tonight, daddy would go get ice cream for them, or eat the cake while the truck went down there for her. It stopped at the hill, not a long walk. Laundromat, axila, underarms. Excitement. Daddy liked to walk. It's the ether, she said. She never went to mt fuji either.

Daddy thought abt buying a general motors car, an olds cutlass supreme, gliding smoothly over rough asphalt. It's what you think abt while you shave, while you fuck. Nice, smooth. Blue midnight metallic half vinyl top. That's the kind of car they would drive.

They rode sidesaddle. Half beard in the mirror, there are pirates who invented transgenderism. Walk the plank. Is that also the abyss? Or a kind of it, a version. For reasons they only knew, this was never consummated.

Where do we live daddy. Is it a trailer? Is it a house. Is it a cabin?

It's a mansion. Big enough for you little bird.

It really was big enough, no matter what they called it.

*

Daddy stopped in the mirror. She was a bit run down from the summer. The gel of her eyes was blue or brown or aqua, ça dépendait, when the sun hit. She didn't wear pants or shoes. Inside, she didn't wear much of anything. Baggy shirt. Why hide all this, she thought, and so she didn't hide it.

Pudor is for the dirt, the shirt said, in yellowing cotton.

Daddy liked to sleep under covers. The bed was warmer for her. Nude and warm and redolent. Patchwork lace embroidered, panels in a tapestry. She felt like penelope.

One time daddy saw a diagram of a medieval church, all the parts like a body on a map, a table of divine making. But not anymore, they were done with operations. Trepan my brain, amputate my ear, excise, cut me, dig. It was already there. It was science.

Ash on a mantle. Face in a polaroid. There is one of daddy and baby pinned to the closet. 

Baby said they lived on a cliff. It was curious to listen to him talk. He talked in his sleep too. Cliff, diving board. Daddy liked to hear him talk, she knew he could see something and sometimes she could see it too. Rolling down the street in a dream, jumping off a building. Play in that water. She felt good in the mornings when she could talk to him about what he dreamt, what he was seeing. It got her excited.

Meanwhile baby slept and talked in his sleep. Jackdaw emu...

She could tell he was dreaming abt birds again.

*

Daddy. 

Yes baby.

Remember that movie abt the birds? You know the weird one I told you abt? I dreamt abt that again last night. But now there's a garden. And children. Well, two. I think they're us. I think they're us before, and maybe again. And it's very sad and very strange but also very healing. It's like when you come back from your work and tell me abt the outside. It's like when you tell me what to do. 

Like I know you can't stay. I know this is all ending. It's the end already, but I can't help it. It's all I dream abt now. 

Baby it's never enough but it always has to be enough. Why don't you come sit with me. Let me hold you.

I want to come back here. I want to grow up and get big and strong and ready. I want to lift you on my shoulders and fly with you, and throw you in the water. You'll see, then I'll dive with you. We'll swim. Will you wait for me, until I can do it. Will you watch me?

She could never say no to him, not like that.

When baby was finished talking he put the blanket on daddy and started a fire in the fireplace.

The flames did a slow dance, like salome. He saw a headless snake, ankles and rigging, the stubborn wind. It was the edge of the world. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep but he dreamt of the morning when they'd both be naked and wet.

[togashicomeback]

Leorio x Tonpa fanfic - After the deed is done

Tw: Leonpa, implied prostitution (but it's more like lovers with some sugaring involved!)

Pairing: Leonpa, implied Leopika

Author's note: Hi! I don't have anything to say about it except I found it in my drafts and it made me laugh. I hope it will bring pain to others. Enjoy! ⭐

Tonpa took a sip from a non-corrected juice can. Leorio shot him a look, then went back to his medicine books - something about the nervous system. They had met at his apartment, as the hotel thing was getting too expensive: they were meeting too frequently to pretend it was still a one-time thing. So Tonpa took another sip, keeping his eyes on the younger man. He wasn’t feeling lustful, not exactly, but he knew how to appreciate a good sight. They’d had sex in the morning and now Leorio was revising for an upcoming test. They’d probably have sex in the afternoon, so Leorio could relieve some stress before going to his night shift at the shabby pub two blocks down. Tonpa considered sticking around, but the warm water was busted and there wasn’t much food around, so he’d probably leave after their second round. Leorio was adamant about saving all the money he gave him - for his tuition, he said. Tonpa understood that, maybe even respected it - but it had been long since he’s gone to university. He dropped out after the first year when the hunter thing hadn’t worked out. Not that he cared, he couldn’t even remember what major he’d been in. Something about law, maybe, but the memories of his father when long gone. When he thought about it, it was kind of funny how his background vaguely reminded him of Leorio. But that was the only thing they had in common, really. And Tonpa didn’t care about making an emotional connection. They didn’t speak, but lately, they’d been hanging out. Being alone together or something like that. Tonpa found it funny, at first, the way Leorio would constantly check his phone. Then it became sad. Now, when he saw him stare at the “no new calls” screen he’d say something stupid, offer him a juice or something, and that would distract him sometimes. Still, considering he wore a blonde wig during their meetings, the situation was becoming increasingly pathetic.

Tonpa took another sip. Well… He prided himself to be a rookie crusher, but that Kurapika guy? He was doing a better job than he ever could. And, although sad, it was kind of amusing to witness. At the end of the day, the sex was good, and Leorio’s declining mental health could be funny. Yet, when he looked at his dark bags up close, right after they were done…

Tonpa put the can down and went to take a piss. Some thoughts were better left alone.

[novelmonger]

I watched FMA: The Revenge of Scar on FMA Day and am only now talking about it shush leave me alone I was busy okay.

Both before and after watching it, I've come across a fair share of posts sharing their excitement about it, talking about it as something they enjoyed. And there's only one thought that comes to mind when I see them:

....Why?

I'm not trying to rain on anybody's parade or anything; I'm just genuinely confused. If you like these movies, what do you like about them? If you watched the first one and were excited when the sequel was announced, why? I'm just really confused, because I've watched two of these movies now, and...sorry to be blunt, but I thought both were a pile of crap ^^'

Am I just somehow missing everyone who's complaining about the movies? Or am I completely misunderstanding people who are trying to make the best of things? Because right now, I feel like I'm either left out of a huge, fandom-wide joke, or I've gone utterly insane.

I mean, I have sooooo many complaints against these movies, such as:

very fake-looking wigs and costumes (admittedly, they were a bit better in the second one)

Ed and Al were the only ones who could act their way out of a paper bag (I've only seen the sub, so can't speak to dub performances)

the CG looked so fake and ugly

even I noticed the awful greenscreen and masking lines

the transmutations were way too slow; I had horrible flashbacks to The Last Airbender x.x

terrible pacing, so both dramatic and comedic moments fall flat (which makes me want to cry, because Arakawa-san has such impeccable timing for both T^T)

nonsensical switching around of the timeline, creating problems for themselves they then have to scramble to solve in the most haphazard ways (like Ed's motivation to go to the ruins of Xerxes, which makes no sense now because they didn't have Ross go into hiding, so he had no reason to go into the desert; he just kind of...heard the word "ruins" and teleported to the desert)

WHAT ON EARTH WENT WRONG WITH ARMSTRONG WHY DID THEY GIVE HIM A PROSTHETIC SCALP JUST FIND AN ACTOR WHO LOOKS GOOD WITH A SHAVED HEAD GOODNESS GRACIOUS D:

Mei is waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old

the soundtrack is utterly forgettable, which is a huge shame when you compare it to the masterpieces of Michiru Oshima and Akira Senju that came before it

Envy's true form is nowhere near big enough

maybe a minor gripe, but the clapping and snapping for alchemy just...doesn't sound cool like it does in both animes :/ More realistic, I guess, but um...this is fantasy, you can let such things have big dramatic sound effects just because they sound cool....

why on earth does Winry have dark hair????? Why does everybody else have to wear awful wigs but she keeps her natural hair color???? aldkfjsa;kfljsdlfkjslkj;lkjsf

I was bored all the way through both movies and kept checking the time to see how much was left. Let me repeat that: I was BORED. In Full Metal Alchemist!

On the positive side, um.....

Ryosuke Yamada was basically the perfect choice to play Ed. He really nailed the character, and had some great expressions and deliveries that brought out Ed's personality without making it too cartoony and over-the-top (and I'm pretty sure that the problems I have with timing are more a fault of the director, rather than the actor)

I actually really enjoyed the scene where Ed and Al have their little confrontation about Al's soul being fake; it was new material, but 100% in-character, and full of the brotherly love that is at the heart of FMA

Nina is adooooorable :'3

Selim is also possibly the cutest little boy I've ever seen in my life; super hard to imagine him as a Homunculus, but that's kind of the point

props to them for the attention to detail required to recreate some scenes with even the same framing and angles as the manga now if only they'd also managed to recreate the pacing and emotional depth

Uh...yeah, that's all I've got. It really doesn't weigh out the negative side.

Again, if you liked the movies...please, I'm begging you, tell me why! I really want to understand ;_;