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daddysfangirls-anime · 4 years ago

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Why are you here?

Pairing: Kaneki x reader (x Ayato)

Warning: Fluff, Language, smut, fingering, oral,

Summary: She likes Kaneki and wants to know why he joined Aogiri Tree. She gets her answers and more .

Why was he here?

Ken Kaneki it was obvious he was here for his own personal reasons and benefits. But what were they? Why join Aogiri Tree the people who kidnapped and tortured him? Why?

These were what thoughts ran through (y/n) head every time she saw him. At first, she didn't care but the more she saw him and got to know him the more the questions nagged her.

why was he here?

Her reason was obviously, Ayato, her best friend she followed him like a lost puppy. She had no one else. But why was Kaneki here? It seemed as if everyone but she knew.

Why was he here?

I can smell your brain frying from here. Just go talk to him." Ayato said seating on the window seal (y/n) sat on her bed she had a dumbfounded look. "oh don't give me that look. I can see your head turning. Your wondering why again. How about instead of wondering YOU GO ASK" Ayato had watched (y/n) drive herself mad putting theories of why together. He knew why Kaneki was here, to get stronger simple as that. To reach his true form. Weird sentimental shit.

"you think he'll answer me" (y/n) stood from her bed

"why shouldn't he, it's just a question" Ayato shrugged and (y/n) nodded as she left the room Ayato watched her go.

He didn't like this obsession (y/n) had with Kaneki it made him uneasy. He thought Kaneki a bit unstable though respected him for his strength, goals, and ability to protect his sister. Ayato thought himself almost equal to Kaneki, ALMOST.

(Y/n) stood in front of Kaneki's door hesitate to go in. Alright, alright you got this. She went to knock on his door then opened it not waiting for a response.

"I wondered when you would come in?" Kaneki said standing in front of a window.

"why are you here?" (y/n) jumped straight to the question. Kaneki looked over his shoulder. Did she really not know? Everyone else knew even the higher-ups who allowed him to join knew. But she didn't know. Guess you could blame Ayato for that. Even as a goal he kept her very clueless and innocent.

He was bored maybe this would be fun.

"what, you don't know?" Kaneki turned around. "no" she looked so adorable. "I thought it was obvious, apparently not. Why do you think I'm here?"

"Just a theory but...maybe Ayato. I mean he's Touka, your friend's, brother. Maybe you're here to convinces him to go back. Or... you' re a spy here together secrets maybe you' re part of the CCG. Oh, or you're here to work up the ranks then kill the one eyed ghoul, The leader".

(y/n) took a seat on Kaneki's couch as she rambled on and on somewhere in her rambling she switched from theories to books to movies. She didn't even notice when Kaneki handed her a cup of coffee. Kaneki found her rambling and how she easily switched between topics adorable (y/n) didn't even notice how comfortable she had made herself until she took a sip of her coffee.

Shoes off, curled up on his couch, coffee in hand, Kaneki sitting across with a small smile.

"oh my gosh, I am so sorry" (y/n) tried to get up seeing as she had made herself too comfortable.

"no, no, no" Kaneki stopped her "it's fine it's fine"

"I was rambling then got comfortable"

"I like it. It's adorable" (y/n) blushed settling back into the couch. The only person that enjoyed her rambling was Ayato. It was flattering to have someone else enjoy it.

"Did any of my theories come close" Kaneki chuckled "yes and no". "well are you going to tell me what I got right"

"Nope"

"tell me" (y/n) whined leaning against Kaneki "why"

"I want to know why you're here"

"why"

"..."

"Why do you want to know so badly that you're begging for it" the tension in the air got really but it wasn't scary tension but something else.

" I ... because. I want to know when you're going to leave" she pulled away and looked down. She hated to have to say it but she had developed a small crush on Kaneki in his time being here. She liked him since the day they kidnapped him. That was fun.

Kaneki leaned in a little closer setting her coffee cup elsewhere. "why do you want to know that?"

"I... I don't want you to leave" Kaneki wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

"and why is that, (y/n), why don't you want me to leave?" oh this boy was playing dirty like the devil.

"I enjoy you're Company and I like you and - I just want you to stay. Who will I have to talk about books when you're gone?"

"Don't you have Ayato?" Kaneki asked as his lips ghost across her skin. She shivered. "I'm sure he'll be happy to listen to you" he kissed and sucked on her neck as she whimpered and whined under him.

"Ayato, h-he doesn't really listen. I- I aaahhhhhh" (y/n) moaned as Kaneki's hand moved up and grasped her breast through her shirt. Kaneki leaned back (y/n) still in his lap and put his arms behind his head.

"You want me to stay then make me stay. Show me you want me to stay."

(y/n) slid off of Kaneki's lap and got on her knees in front of him. She made direct eye connect with him as she unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. (y/n) leaned forward still making eye connect with she kissed the tip of his cock. "you're going to need to do more than that if you want me to stay"

Licking for the base to the tip (y/n) took all of Kaneki's cock in her mouth in one got quickly hitting the back of her throat. She had most defiantly done this before. Kaneki groaned but kept his hands behind his head as (y/n) sucked and bobbed up and down on his cock. He continued to hit the back of her throat as her hands massaged his balls.

"Fuck. I'm not going to last long with you doing all that. As good as the view it I'd like to finish elsewhere." Pulling her back Kaneki stood her up and helped her pull off her dress and panties, thank god she when braless today. Pulling her back down into his lap Kaneki hand found it's between her legs feeling how wet she was. "looks like you enjoyed that as much as me"

(y/n) moaned as his hands spread her folds and slipped inside of her. She leaned forward gripping his shoulders as he pumped his two fingers inside of her and had his thumb working her clit. She moaned as she clawed at his chest.

"yes, yes, yes"

Kaneki fingered her until she was brought to the edge clenching around his fingers then he pulled away. (y/n) whimpered as she felt the emptiness. "don't worry I'm giving you something bigger". And in one swift move, Kaneki thirsted up into her.

(y/n) screamed and fell on to him as he filled her in one go. He didn't stop to let her adjust but continued to pound into her. It took a moment but soon the pain became pleasure and (y/n) moaned as Kaneki thrust into her. Arching her back massaging her breast with one hand and her clit with the other.

"I'm I'm so close... please, please, please"

Kaneki speeds up as he gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her harder. (y/n) screamed as she came clenching around Kaneki triggering his end. Feeling Kaneki fill her made her moan and almost come a second time.

Kaneki twisted them so they were laying down on the couch. (y/n) whimpered as Kaneki gripped her ass and lifted her so that he would slip out of her.

Kaneki drew soft circles on (y/n) back as she laid on his chest listening to his heartbeat it was like a loud yet low drum. It was something she'd never get used to, but like to hear.

"Touka," Kaneki said. (y/n) looked up yo see Kaneki looking at the ceiling " I'm here for Touka ... and everyone else at the Café. I want to get strong and better so I can help and protect them. So nothing will ever happen to them. I'm not here for beliefs I'm here for strength".(y/n) sat up

"you could've just told me that we didn't have to do ... this" she waved around to her clothes on the floor and her naked body. Kaneki managed to stay dress the whole time.

"To be honest I was bored" Kaneki chuckled (y/n) scoffed "well I'm glad I could entertain you".

Getting up (y/n) dressed herself leaving Kaneki she heads to her and Ayato's room.

Entering the room she found Ayato in his bed and collapsed on him. Her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat it was nice and soft like a piano. It was something she was already so too and couldn't go a day without hearing.

"did you get your answers" he had one hand on a book and the other combing through her hair. "Touka... and strength. But mainly Touka" he threw his book

"Thought so"

Ayato pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. As he rubbed her thigh he felt a wetness "something tells me you two did more that talked" he said as his hands dipped down into her folds. Shit, she knew she forgot something.

"yeah" (y/n) sighed "He wouldn't tell me at first. Plus he was bored. He wants Touka not me, it was just a waste of fucking time. and he didn't even last that long"

Ayato laughed as he pulled her closer and kissed her cheeks." That's okay I want you. You're my slut best friend."

"who are you calling a slut" (y/n) said sitting up and straddling Ayato

"you, the girl who left then waltzed back in 30 minutes later with no underwear and cum dripping out of her. You are literally dripping ."

(Y/n) pulled up her dress to reveal her clean shaven pussy that was indeed dripping. This was no the first time he had seen her naked nor the last. Ayato laughed. (y/n)pulled her dress down looked directly into his eyes and said

"shut up"

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul fanfiction #fanfiction #ken keneki #ken kenki x reader #ayato #ayato x reader #smut #tokyo ghoul smut

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tytach · 4 years ago

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Phantom of The Office - The Specter Delfecter™

Dwight walked into the office, swaying his hips in a way that was definitely very manly. He paraded to his desk clump, confidently propping a leg on his chair with all the confidence of a peacock in heat, proudly showing off his latest acquisition.

"Aaahhhhhh, I feel so good today," he said loudly, pushing his pelvic forwards. "There’s nothing like a wardrobe change to lighten up a man’s mood."

Jim finally looked up from his paperwork, eyeing Dwight’s new belt doubtfully. The accessory was made entirely of metal, slightly glowing and overall very futuristic looking; a sharp contrast with Dwight’s austere 80’s office worker attire.

"I’m not going to ask you what this is," Jim said flatly.

Dwight chose to hear what he wanted.

"Very good question, thank you Jim. This is a Specter Deflector™," he explained with a very haughty tone, grasping the belt in both of his hands. "It’s specifically conceived to protect its wearer from a ghost’s touch in a very painful way."

"Hold on. Is it supposed to hurt you, or the ghost?"

"The ghost, you dumbass. Try to follow a bit, will you?"

"Are you sure? Because the way you put it, it sounds like you would be the one getting hurt."

"Pfff, of course not, why would it hurt me?" Dwight looked at the camera and shook his head, displaying an almost confident smile. "Idiot."

Discreetly, he turned the button at the center of the buckle, dampening the glow of the belt. Jim smirked at the camera.

Danny emerged from the lunch room not long after, sipping at a steaming cup of coffee. Despite his exhausted state, he caught Dwight’s pointed look rather quickly. Noticing the Specter Deflector™, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Hey Dwight, what’s up?" He greeted awkwardly.

"Nothing," the salesman feigned nonchalance, giving a small shake to the device to make it catch the light. "Nothing at all."

Danny shrugged and resumed walking to his desk, his pace a bit stiff.

"Nice belt by the way. Where’d you find it? Etsy?" He asked conversationally.

"Fenton Works Online," Dwight gloated.

"Obviously," the temp grumbled, plumping down on his chair.

— — —

"Of course I’m not scared of Dwight and his stupid belt," Danny told the camera, his annoyance poorly contained. "This thing is a scam. In fact, everything from that shop is a scam, because ghosts don’t exist."

— — —

It took a few seconds for Danny to register Dwight’s shadow looming over his desk. He let out an involuntary scream as he jumped to his feet, quickly getting away from the salesman.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" He stammered.

“Just making sure you’re crunching those numbers correctly. Why, is there a problem with me being right here, so close to you?” Dwight asked with an obnoxious smirk.

Danny backed off as far as he could, oblivious to Meredith’s pleasure to his bumping into her.

“No, all good," Danny gulped. "Why don’t you go over what I just worked on while I go grab a snack?” He suggested, slowly edging away, bending in awkward ways to get out of the narrow space without so much as brushing against Dwight.

His efforts were painful to watch, and Dwight seemed to enjoy every second of it. When the door closed after the temp, Dwight shot an ominous smile at Jim.

— — —

“Wow. I’m really, really impressed,” Jim confided to the camera. “I didn’t think Danny would get so invested in the prank. Where did he learn to act that well?”

— — —

Jim found Danny busy fixing himself a peanut butter sandwich in the lunchroom. He looked through the window, making sure that Dwight was busy with a phone call before addressing the temp.

“I didn’t know you were that good of an actor,” Jim complimented as he reached for the cupboard above Danny to grab a mug.

Danny scooted a bit to the side to get out of the way. He didn’t look up, too busy applying a good, thick coat of paste on his bread.

"What do you mean?”

“What you did just now, with Dwight,” Jim clarified as he headed towards the coffee pot.

The younger man looked at him quizzically before realization hit him.

“Oh, that?”

“You’re good, you’re really good," Jim complimented, oblivious to Danny’s confusion. "And the FentonWorks Online idea? It’s genius. I didn’t think you would get as far as making a fake website to sell him fake ghost hunting equipment,” he went on as he filled his mug.

“Yeah well… I didn’t expect him to find it that fast,” Danny muttered.

If Jim heard him, he didn’t show any sign of it.

“Where did you get the idea for the ‘Specter Deflector™’?" He kept on praising, swirling his freshly served coffee. "When I asked you to join me to prank Dwight I thought we’d use ouija boards and cheap tricks. But that much initiative? Astounding.”

Danny laughed awkwardly.

“Er… We’re a step ahead in Amity Park on all the ghost stuff, you know? Gotta cash in on the tourist trap and all. My folks got a lot of crazy ideas like that,” he explained, rubbing his neck.

“So pranking is a family trade? Amazing. I’m so glad the temp agency sent you to spice up life in here. Can’t wait to see what he’ll get next from your website!”

Jim taped Danny on the shoulder before returning to the open space area.

“Well I can,” Danny grumbled once the door had closed after him. "I could wait until way after that contract is over."

— — —

Danny looked very bored at his desk. Staring up in space, he was absentmindedly balancing a pencil on the back of his index finger when a wisp of condensation escaped his lips. The pencil clattered on the wooden surface as a shiver made him go rigid with alarm. Danny looked around, surveying his surroundings, before swiftly getting to his feet. Hands in his pockets, he crossed the open space at a brisk pace, heading for the door.

Dwight immediately caught on his strange behavior. Evidently delighted at the opportunity he was just offered, he ran to the entrance and managed to cut Danny’s path right before he reached the door.

"Where’re you going?" He asked smugly.

"I got a phone call," Danny answered matter of factly.

"Why don't you take it here? You’re allowed to take private calls," Dwight argued, very well aware it was just an excuse.

Danny’s tone became very serious, the underlying threat evident.

"Dwight."

"I’m not letting you go anywhere on office time without a valid reason," Dwight ignored him, unfazed. "Unless you’re ready to admit to everyone that you’re a ghost?" He continued louder, making sure to catch everyone’s attention.

"I really don’t have time for this," Danny frowned, reaching forward to shove him aside.

However, he wasn’t accounting for Dwight’s years of martial art practice and lightning fast reflexes. While Danny’s hand was still on his upper arm, Dwight turned back on the Specter Deflector™.

Danny jerked back with a cry.

"What the fuck Dwight?!"

The salesman ignored him. Instead, he turned to Jim:

"Told you it hurts the ghost and not the wearer!" Dwight gloated, pointing a finger at his colleague, before addressing Danny. "And you— Hey, where are you going?"

Evidently not ready to try to bypass Dwight a second time, Danny was already half way trough the open space when Dwight gave chase.

"Wait!"

He pursued Danny all the way to the bathroom. The camera stayed fixated on the closed door, not allowed to follow inside. Beyond it, clatter could be heard as stalls after stalls were violently opened. Dwight finally emerged after half a minute, stomping back to the open space.

"It’s empty," he proclaimed, victoriously. "Again."

— — —

"I knew it! This was the very proof I needed! You recorded it all, right?" Dwight bragged excitedly to the camera. "Have you seen how he jumped? And how he vanished? No one can say he’s not a ghost now. No one!"

— — —

"Why are you all so fixated on wether or not Danny is ghost? He said it himself, those ghost stories from Amity are all fake," Angela brushed the question aside. "Why don’t we talk about more important subjects? Did you know that there’s an estimated 70 million feral cats in the US? Huh? 70 million homeless balls of love who deserve all the petting in the world? Why does no one talk about that?"

— — —

"Which one is Danny again?" Creed blinked at the camera.

— — —

Jim shook his head, arms crossed over his chest, a bemused smile lighting up his features.

"Gotta say the kid’s good. He’s really good."

#Phantom of the Office #Danny Phantom #The Office #dp fanfic #dp x the office au #ficlet #unbeta-ed we die like Danny #<- saw that tag once on a post and I find it not only hilarious but also accurate #but don't hesitate to tell me if you catch mistakes I can easily correct #I've got many more ideas for snipets like that #Also Danny is in Scranton for a reason it was just his eternal luck that he ended up at Dunder Mifflin #my fics

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years ago

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Scream

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER + HARRY X BETH RATING: FLIRTY + SMUTTY MENTIONS

I yawned with a little stretch as I climbed out of bed slipping my robe over my shoulders to hide as I wasn't going to get dressed till after my shower. but that was not going to happen before coffee. So I wondered out my bedroom and down the hall passing Beth's bedroom the door closed and no light from within, I didn't think she'd be up yet. I headed down the stairs fixing my hair as I had another yawn going to the kitchen humming my little tune and gently shaking my hips in time with the tune as I began making coffee.

"what's the dam racket I'm trying to sleep!" a voice complained from the living room I looked up in shock seeing a rather bed-headed and annoyed, half-naked benny watts sat up on our sofa with a blanket

"AAAHHHHHH!" I squealed "Benny!"

"Hi... some people say good morning you know. Or make people coffee" He responds barely awake himself

"The fuck aren't you doing in my house!" I complain "and why haven't you got any clothes oN!" I complain noticing he had maybe a pair of shots under the blanket and that was it, some clothes thrown on the chair and a pair of jeans on the floor

"I could ask you the same question y/n" He says making me a little confused till I looked down noticing I saw my little shirt with no bra making my breasts rather obvious, and a pair of lace panties my little robe on my shoulders

"BENNY!" I screamed covering myself up best I could even if my robe wasn't exactly very big

"What? your the one walking around half naked! what are you yelling at me for!"

"What the fuck is going on down here!" Beth complained as she came down the stairs dressed or well mostly.

"Elizabeth...Why is benny watts half-naked on our sofa at half seven in the morning!" I complain

"What's going on sugar?" A voice asks from the staircase and I looked up and saw harry beltik in a pair of jeans brushing his teeth

"Okay, follow up question. why is Harry beltik half-naked on our staircase?"

"Ohh I'm staying this week. before Ohio" harry smiled to me

"Okay, so harry is staying over with week. great would have liked to have known about that but okay" I sighed "That doesn't answer my original question of why benny is here"

"My building has a rat problem so they kicked everyone out for two weeks while they sort it out" benny explained "so... I'm living here now"

"Elizabeth, we are not running a fucking chess-themed hotel!" I complain

"well benny hasn't got anywhere else to go, and harry is my guest so this is life now" she explained

"Fine, but each of you pick a household task I'm not cleaning up and cooking for four people" I explained "and Harry put clothes on, and Benny please put pants on!"

"Make me!" Benny yelled back from the sofa

I sighed a little I didn't mind it too much honestly, harry did dishes and wasn't much trouble that and him and beth where often off doing god only knows what in her room. and honestly, benny had pretty much proclaimed the living room as his room and almost never left our sofa. unless someone actual pushed him off it was almost lie having a very large chess playing cat. he just gets in the way, eats, sleeps and occasionally makes a noise at something. I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom pushing the door open and pushing some clothes that had been left on the floor across the room humming my little tune picking up my toothbrush from the mess on the countertop from four people having to share one bathroom. running the tap and brushing my teeth still gently humming putting my hand behind the curtain to set the shower how I like it, as beth always has it far too cold for me, harry wasn't too bad he never moved it much, but benny has it like boiling water the second I put my hand in to change it I felt the boiling hot water goddam it benny was in her last, so I went to grab the tap to change the second I got my hand on it I knew it wasn't the tap

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed

"AHHH FUCK!" Benny complained from the other side of the curtain

"benny!" I screamed

"Y/N! What the fuck are you doing in here!"

"What are you doing in here!"

"I'm having a shower what the hell are you doing here?"

"I came for a shower and to brush my teeth!" I complain "you could have said something!"

"I didn't hear you come in"

"why wasn't the shower running then?" I asked

"I was... specific washing" he answered slowly

"Spe- Ohh my god! Benny! you were jerking off in there!"

"Yeah fine! why are we making a conversation out of this! get out!"

"Why the hell are you jerking off in the shower!"

"Where else am I meant to do it? in the living room? in the kitchen?"

"How about not jerk off in my dam house!"

"Yeah you try not doing it for two weeks," He says "I was told to use the shower"

"By who?"

"I told benny to jerk it in the shower," Harry says poking his head around the door "You two done? I need to pee"

"No, I'm not" Benny complained,

"why did you tell him that?" I asked

"It's what beth said" he shrugs

"yeah I told them to jerk off in the shower," she says coming in to brush her teeth too completely topless

"Why would you tell them that?" I asked

"I do it in the shower, I assume you also do, why can't they use it? they need to masturbate too y/n" she explained

"so you're both using it?" I asked

"Yep, well when I have too" harry smirked winking to beth

"Can everyone get the hell out while I'm in the fucking shower please!" benny complains "It's like grand bloody central station in here"

"why? all of us have seen you naked benny" beth laughs

"Not all of you"

"I've seen you naked many times, you have obviously seen yourself naked, and I know for a fact harry as seen you naked" beth explained

"You've seen me naked?" Benny asks putting his head around the curtain to see what was going on

"a few times yeah" harry shrugs "You walk around our flat naked unless you have people over. sometimes you forget about people"

"Ohhh I see" benny nods

"It's fine I mean you've seen me naked hundreds of times" Harry shrugs leaning on the doorframe him completely naked too

"ahhh! will everyone get some clothes on already this is starting to look like an orgy"

"I'm down if you are" harry shrugs

"I would also be down" Benny answers

"Ughhh! beth finish brushing your teeth then get a shirt on! harry go back to beths room! benny finish your shower and or your wank whichever you currently actually doing and everyone just go and watch tv!" I complain beth and harry then left going back to beth's room and I sighed already feeling a headache on the way "Benny" I asked tenderly "what did I grab?" I asked

"You and I both know exactly what you grabbed" He answered

"well it was either your arm or-"

"it was not my arm"

"Ohhh..."

"yeah, and we will never speak of it again"

"Agreed" I nodded

"Your hands are nice and soft though I didn't mind you grabbing my-"

"we will never speak of it again" I complained before running off to my bedroom "I'm hosing down the shower before I use it because of you dirty people"

I sat trying to sleep but all I could hear was

'bang' 'bang' 'bang'

"UGHHHH BETH!"

"HARRY!!!" from beth's bedroom

I groaned trying to ignore them, every night this week, dam harry has got some stamina

"Hi y/n" I heard at the end of my bed

"AHHH!" I screamed in shock seeing benny stood at the bottom of my bed in the darkness "Benny!" I complain

"what?"

"Knock!"

"sorry" he sighed going to my door knocking on it and then standing at my bed again "Happy now?"

"What do you want benny? why are you in my room?" I complain

"I can't sleep with that noise going on" he sighed "can you?"

"Nope, they are so loud" I complain

"I know, the living room is under them I hear everything" he sighed "Can I sit with you?"

"Fine" I sighed sitting up and putting the lamp on as benny sat on the other side of my bed "How long can they keep this up? they are at it all night where they have to have a break at some point" I complain

"Hopefully, I wouldn't mind it so much if they just stopped screaming like banshees every five minutes" he sighed "We could play some music for them? to drown them out?"

"I don't think that would help, we don't have any music loud enough to drown out beth and harry having sex" I sighed

"sex can drown out sex..."

"what are yous suggesting?"

"nothing, nothing" He says "Just that sex noise drowns out sex noise. if... we had sex you wouldn't be hearing harry and beth"

"We are not having sex benny"

"Fine, I was just trying to help" he says "You wanna play chess?"

"No thank you benny" I sighed reading my book

"UUUUUUGHHHHHHHH HARRY!" I heard beth scream

"you sure you don't wanna have sex?" He smirked "maybe get a better feel then you did in the shower?" he smirked

"Fine" I sighed

I stood making the usual four cups of coffee the way everyone likes them and I felt arms wrapping around me tightly and a familiar face nuzzled into my neck pressing tickly kisses up my neck "Ummm good morning" Benny smiled to me

"Good morning benny" I smiled giving him a kiss

"Hhu? benny your up early? and tidied up" Harry complained

"No... I didn't sleep down here" Benny answered

"then where did you sleep?" Beth asks as she came down the stairs

"He slept in my room" I giggled giving him a kiss

"Ohh you finally going to mellow out?" Beth laughed

"Maybe" I shrug giving everyone there coffee

"I think we need some way to get another bathroom if all four of us are going to be living here," Harry says sipping his coffee

"and some soundproofing in the walls" Benny added

"What for?" beth asks

"So we don't have to hear you having sex," I told them

"And I highly doubt you wanna hear us having sex either," Benny told her sipping his coffee

"good points" beth shrugs heading upstairs

"I'm off to get dressed" I smiled giving benny a kiss and heading toward the staircase

"Alright, I'll be up in a minute hun" He answered

as I wandered up the stairs I caught something that made me laugh a little

"bet you five bucks I can make Beth scream louder then you can make Y/n scream" harry offered

"Ten bucks and your on harry" benny smirked

#BENNYWATTS #benny watts #tbs #thomasbrodiesangster

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paraster · 4 years ago

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"The Last Adventure!" live thoughts / bingo results

BRIEF SPOILER-FREE REVIEW

While there were a few moments I found questionable, this was overall a great finale, paying off long-standing plot threads in mostly-satisfying ways and giving us a boatload of sweet or awesome moments. I'm not sure whether this would stand alongside the best of the series, but it was a fun ride and a good conclusion.

Okay, using the theme song for the band performance is just charming.

Uh...I knew Don Karnage would probably be working with F.O.W.L., but I didn't expect himm to sit in on the board meeting.

Webby's "best family" line is still extremely sweet.

"Okay, that one was a bit of a stretch." Ah, Dewey

Is Gyro trying to contradict the others...?

Unsurprised Beakley doesn't trust the clones...

"You've already got sisters." ...kinda hurts Weblena, but I still really love this.

"We were created from you! We think..." Hmm...

Yeah, they're REALLY laying the "Webby meeting the triplets" parallels on thick.

"We're like...family." This DEFINITELY reads like trying to manipulate Webby.

"COUGH UP THE INFORMATION, BENTINA!" I'm Huey

"But you aren't REALLY related to them." NOPE DO NOT TRUST THEM

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Vanderquack...what are YOU hiding?

I get that Lena hurt June, but you could show a LITTLE sympathy for how she was hurting Lena, Webby! Did they get in your head THAT quickly?!

That was a sweet Donald and Della scene OH HI JUNE

Aww. I like that Beakley monologue about Webby's parents. (Though my instincts say it was partially a lie...)

"I'll tell you everything...if I survive." Okay that was neat

Ah, so the clones are being manipulated, too...

Okay, wasn't expecting THAT to be how the bounce juice paid off

AAAHHHHHH WEBBY IS A GENIUS (can't believe I didn't realize that earlier)

Nice job subverting the "don't let the kids come" trope

Bradford...in a ...woodchuck uniform?

HOW DID I CALL THAT FINCH WAS BRADFORD'S GRANDMA?

That's about the most casual way they could reveal the other Buzzards were clones

Pepper is still a sweetheart

Aww sweet Lil' Bulb moment

Scrooge seems to finally accept magic and Lena is awesome

Was not expecting this from Manny...

Never change, Violet

Oh, Bradford is VERY good at manipulatng Huey.

Project April...so that's how it is...

Oh that was a COOL teamup.

Well, looks like the people who wanted a less dumb Steelbeak got their wish.

I legitimately was not expecting Ludwig to still be alive.

A void that can destroy anything...simple, but makes sense.

HOLY CRUD WHEN WERE THEY ALL CAPTURED

WOW. Not many people can use their own leg as an axe.

Best dogfight in the series.

All right...the moment of truth...

"Welcome home...April..." Most chilling line in the series.

Uh...Bulb B.O.Y.D. is one way to diffuse the tension.

Well...I was so certain the Papyrus of Binding wouldn't be relevant again...at least this proves Webby is the "rightful heir."

Lena is still cool

OKAY Manny is EVEN WEIRDER

I wanted a Lena/B.O.Y.D. teamup, but Gosalyn/B.O.Y.D. is still cool.

Nice Guidebook payoff. And brother hug. And pilot callback.

Uh...armored Bradford? (Nice job hating the Mysteries, Bradford.)

Waaaaasn't expecting Glomgold! Or the others.

Oh, are we gonna get Launchpad as Gizmoduck?

F.O.W.L. was responsible for Della finding the Spear...so there's that theory.

Well...I shouldn't be surprised by Bradford betraying his agents like that...

I'm not sure how I feel about Webby being a clone of Scrooge...okay this little speech helps a bit.

YEAHHHHHHHH LAUNCHPAD

I knew he'd sign it...

I agree with Bradford...but it's still cool.

OH YEAH SCREW YOU BRADFORD

Okay it kinda hurts the found family thing but Webby calling Scrooge "Dad" is SO sweet.

I LOVE this credits sequence

EDIT: I didn't initially count May and June for "There is another traitor" since it was meant to refer to already-established characters, but you can feel free to count it if you want (which would allow for the only bingo).

EDIT 2: Apparently Manny's new form was a reference to Gargoyles (never saw it, so I didn't know), so mark "Another Disney property." Also, "And the adventure continues" does count on reflection, so there's another bingo.

#ducktales #the last adventure #paraster originals

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noodlerel · 5 years ago

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miya osamu as your best friend (≧◡≦) ♡

➢ you met osamu through a baking class during the summer break of sixth grade. osamu was amazing at cooking but he wasn't really that confident in his skills in baking.

➢ you first thought he was almost just like every other guy in the class; forced by their mothers to join. but to your surprise, he was more skilled than anyone there. he took his work seriously and would get the most positive comments from the instructor.

➢ the first time you guys interacted was when you were asked by the instructor to find a partner and bake a cake. the scenario given was of a one-year old having a Lego themed birthday party.

➢ after the directions and conditions were given, many people in the class immediately approached osamu and asked if they could be his partner. you were about to ask someone who lived by your block to be your partner, but before you could even stand, osamu had already made his way through the crowd of students and now stands before you.

➢ "u-uh, hey, uh.. i know we've never acknowledged each other before, m-much less talk but would you mind being my partner? the way y-you design is really amazing and you get the most recognition out of everyone when it comes to d-design. i uh,, figured if we could-"

➢ you noticed that the boy wasn't really good at socializing because he would often hesitate and stumble upon his words. so you interrupted him to save him the effort and embarrassment.

➢ "yeah sure!"

➢ you swore you could see the relief in his eyes as you cut him off.

➢ "i'm (l/n) (f/n). but my friends call me (n/n). you're miya osamu right?" you continued.

➢ "h-how did you know my name?"

➢ "oh! i consider you the best in class and look up to you. it's only common sense to remember names of your rivals, right?"

➢ before he could reply to your joke, the instructor spoke. "enough with the chit-chat children! i need to hear the sound of the oven timers, not your bickering."

➢ osamu was really cooperative and would ask advice from you from time to time. he really admired your designs and would always listen with much interest whenever you geeked out about the importance of understanding what the client wants or about the elements of decorating.

➢ you and osamu were the first group to finish your cake. with the remaining thirty minutes left, you got to know each other more. and what are the odds when you both figured out that you were going to attend the same middle school? with that, you both promised each other that you would stay in touch even if you guys would be assigned to different classes and sealed it with a pinky swear.

➢ the day ended with a smile as the instructor gave nothing but positive comments on the cake you both made. "wow what amazing balance this cake has!" the instructor exclaimed. "i have to tell you, the flavor is out of this world. a beautiful, elegant, classy, stunning and simply fabulous work of art all wrapped up in a birthday cake of a lifetime. if there was a real client, they would be more than satisfied with your work. and not only did you make it look stunning, it tasted superb! you gave me everything i asked for and more!"

➢ you and osamu exchanged smiles and an awkward handshake before completely parting ways.

➢ the day finally came where you entered the gates of inarizaki high. you immediately went to check if you were in the same class as osamu. you used your finger and scanned the paper posted on the board from top to bottom. before you could finish reading, someone from behind of you spoke up.

➢ "hey (y/n), i checked your name and you're in class 1-A," the person behind you sighs and continues. "while i'm in class 1-B."

➢ you turned your back to see osamu with disappointed look.

➢ "samu!" you screamed and enveloped him with a hug. "i thought you forgot about me! i kept on sending you letters but you won't write back."

➢ "i-i'm sorry.." he said, eyes glued to the floor. he then lifted his gaze to the wall in front of him. "i was busy with volleyball practice." he continued, without stuttering. if only you could've seen the look in his eyes when he mentioned volleyball. he didn't hesitate. he didn't second guess. he was confident.

➢ you immediately pulled away from the hug to see a blushing osamu that couldn't look you straight in the eye. "WHAT!? you play volleyball?"

➢ but then again, even though osamu was clearly confident in his skills in volleyball, he couldn't really be confident around you─the only friend he has─he couldn't help and feel cautious. he didn't want to lose his only friend. "y-yes.."

➢ "woah! that's so cool!" you didn't know much about the volleyball─much less know the technical terms of the players.

➢ "s-so.. do you wanna walk to cl-"

➢ "'SAMUUUUUU!!" a guy screamed from the right side of the hallway. both of you looked at the direction of the scream and saw a boy that LOOKED THE EXACT SAME WAY as osamu but with a brighter hair color.

➢ "oh uhm,, (y/n) this is my twin, atsumu."

➢ TWIN!? A TWIN!? osamu never mentioned a twin. and yet there they both were. personalities; not similar to any extent. but then, you noticed. his twin, atsumu was holding a volleyball on his right hand. ah, so there it was. a link to all the differences. they shared the same hobby. no, wait. hobby? no. it was slightly different from a hobby. slightly? no. it was VERY different from a hobby. when osamu told you he was busy with volleyball practice to reply to your letters, he didn't stutter. he didn't hesitate. his tone was confident, different from the way he usually spoke to you.

➢ "ohayou (y/n)-chan! 'samu has told me all about you." he beamed. "i didn't know this deadpan brother of mine had the word 'friend' in his vocabulary."

➢ "uhm (y/n) wait a minute.." osamu said as he drags his brother to the corner. you nod in response.

➢ when osamu talked to his brother, his tone and facial expression changed. it was more stern. more astringent. more tonic. "look. (y/n) is the ONLY friend i've ever made, okay? and YOU don't mess this up for me." osamu said sincerely. this was the first time atsumu has seen his brother this genuine for something─for someone rather─other than volleyball, cooking and their grandma.

➢ little did they both know, you were listening. you felt extremely happy. happy that osamu considered you as one of his friends.

➢ osamu didn't wait for his brother's reply and walked away. "i'll walk you to class (y/n)."

➢ and ever since that day, osamu would always visit your class to pick you up so you could eat lunch together. you would both eat lunch at inarizaki's rooftop. and every thursday, osamu would bring a meal he cooked especially for you. and every friday, you would bring something you baked especially for him. there are certain days where atsumu would join both of you on the rooftop and the twins serve as the taste tester for the experiments you would do with baking.

➢ you and osamu would hang out at your house during weekends, only because he didn't want atsumu to disrupt your bonding time. every other weekend would be osamu teaching you how to cook or you teaching him how to decorate.

➢ and the other weekends would be osamu practicing volleyball. he begged you not to watch their matches─let alone practices─but you would force him to bring you at least once a month. you got along with the members real well, which gave osamu more reason not to bring you.

➢ everytime you would forget to bring pads to school, osamu has got you covered. everytime you would have a hard time in understanding a lesson in school, osamu has got you covered. everytime you would feel down, osamu has got you covered. everytime you feel like the world is against you, osamu has got you covered. everytime you were in rock bottom, osamu has got you covered. and you were the same to him too. you were always there for him too. and he appreciated this. he would do anything─ANYTHING─not to lose the sibling dynamic and friendship you had.

➢ through the years, you've gotten to know osamu really well. you saw his first match for inarizaki. his first win. his first loss. his first bench. his first failing grade. his first girlfriend. his first heartbreak. his first call to the principal's office. and like you, he saw many of your firsts too. and you knew, the friendship you have won't go missing anytime soon.

THIS IS MY FIRST HEADCANON :D GIVE THIS SOME LOVE PLEASE AAAHHHHHH

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wisepuma23 · 6 years ago

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My Bones Crushed to Dust

Roman takes a moment to reflect on his decision. Whether he regrets it or not doesn’t matter. What matters is that Thomas is happy. But is he really? Truly? He sacrificed his own happiness so Thomas could sit playing words with Friends as the Wedding March plays. Alone. Roman wants to scream but his throat is sealed with the threat of honor.

Warnings: Angst, Slight Violence, Spoilers to SvS (new video)

Notes: Oh my god I loved this new video so much and I NEED to write something for it or I’m going to literally die of excitement. AAAHHHHHH!!!! But I need to write some goddamn Roman ANGST if it kills me and this video had buckets of it. Taglist is below at the bottom!

Read on AO3

Roman fiddled with the empty Butterfingers wrapper, the noise loud in the common room. No one else was awake. He kept crinkling it and smoothing it out, over and over again. Something to do with his hands he supposed. Better than focusing on how tears stung at the edge of his eyes. The heavy weight in his chest. He did something good today but why did it feel so bad too?

And that smooth scaly smirk haunted him. All sharp teeth and oozing confidence, Deceit had one hell of an act. But was it? Roman tore a corner away from the yellow wrapping. Maybe Deceit didn’t have to walk the walk or talk the talk, he had more true confidence than the prince himself. His words, his posture, even his damn gloves moved like a spell.

Roman wiped at his eyes.

He wanted to help Deceit. A snake in the grass but one on his side. The callback for an important movie wouldn’t be in the Florida suburbs. Nay! It would be out in the city. Maybe even a few states away! An audition so crucially important for his hopes and dreams! But...he remembered the way Thomas pinched his eyebrows.

Crumpled in his witness stand like a man on death row.

Roman tore another piece and watched it flutter to the floor. The yellow wrapper held delicate as a flower in his hands. Ripped, broken, nothing. What did it matter? Logan wanted the healthier option, enchiladas. Not just that! But left only 0.5% for hopes and dreams on his so-called impeccable priority pie chart! Easily swept away to the wayside. Patton made it clear that when it came down to the wire, Thomas’ friends mattered.

More yellow foil drifted onto the soft carpet like petals. Drip. More tears dropped on the floor. He could hardly see his own empty hands. No more Butterfingers. The chocolate rotting in the trash. The wrapper torn to shreds. Roman covered his face with his hands as he shuddered. Cold tears dripped through his fingers as the dam opened. The maw of emptiness within opened wider like a wound.

He told them he’d be crushed if they didn’t get the callback.

“Roman?”

He flinched and swiped at his eyes, “Sorry, sorry, pretend you didn’t see anything.”

“Why would I? Dude, you’re crying,” Virgil sat next to him on the couch, “So what’s like...up? Okay you know I’m not good at this stuff, shut up.”

Roman took in a rattling wet breath, forcing himself to calm down, “It’s okay. I’m okay. Don’t worry about me, Hot Topic.”

“Boo lame,” Virgil shoved at his shoulder, “No I’m serious. What’s wrong?”

“It’s just-” Roman looked away, “You’ll judge me. Thomas and Patton already did and let me tell you that was no cake walk. Despite being the judger myself.”

Virgil sucked in air through his teeth, “Damn. You...you’re upset about Thomas’ sentence. Like really upset. Right?”

“I know you don’t want to go,” Roman said, head snapping over to him, “Neither does Thomas. Logan even wrote the damn thing on the calendar! The one time!” Roman clutched Virgil’s jacket like a life preserver, “The one fucking time we both agreed on something, Logan and I. And I had to go throw it away.”

Roman yanked Virgil closer, eyes blurry with tears and rage, “Because I care. I care so much about my honor, my valor, but where does it get me?” Virgil clutched his wrists in a desperate grip, “Nothing. We’re still here at the beginning. No callback for us.”

Virgil swallowed back a thick lump. The poor man looked more out of his depth than a mermaid in Kansas. Roman searched his dark eyes for answers. Hope, salvation, or even sympathy. The clouds of fear instead clouded his former enemy’s eyes. Oh, Virgil. Roman wanted to laugh at the bitter irony. Some protector of Thomas.

Virgil couldn’t save Thomas from himself.

“Roman, our friends matter more than our ambitions,” Virgil said, his voice thick with pity, “Logan might be right after all, you’re a Slytherin through and through. Which isn’t bad!” Roman whimpered, “They’re not evil. It’s just that...we’re an empathetic soul. I really don’t Thomas has the heart to turn down the wedding. And his friends would hate us!”

Roman’s mouth thinned, “Yeah, his heart made sure of that.”

“You gave Thomas the sentence himself, so what gives?”

“It doesn’t surprise me you’re on his side,” Roman said more acidic than he intended, “Three out of five sides agreed on this! But nooo! Patton had to-” He bit back his tongue at the icy drop in the room, “I’m just saying that you two are so wrapped up in each other that you don’t even notice us anymore! Your logic, your dreams, even our deceitful self-preservation!”

“Don’t talk about him!” Virgil snarled, shoving Roman’s grip back as he loomed.

“What?” Roman knew he had to stop talking himself into a hole, “Him? Deceit? What is he, your ex-boyfriend you still have feelings for?!”

SLAP!

Roman’s cheek stung. Shadows danced on the walls, the curtains pulled themselves closed. Shit. He cut off the hysterical laugh that threatened to bubble up. Anxiety. Long time no see. His shoulders shook with muffled sobs as the pain smarted. Idiot. Damn fool. He let his mouth run off again.

“I-I didn’t mean,” Virgil started to say, the shadows drawing back.

“No, you did,” Roman said, flinching back from Virgil’s outstretched hand, “Stop it. You won today. Now Thomas and I will have to sit there single and lonely. And probably cry ourselves to sleep later.”

“He won’t--”

“Virgil, you’re his fears, stop lying,” Roman clutched his cheek as he stood up, “I’m going to bed. Sorry, too…” He walked up the stairs then paused to look at Virgil, “Tell Patton congrats on winning his case, he tried his best.”

He closed his bedroom door behind him.

True to his promise, Thomas cried himself to sleep.

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bigsnzstanacct · 5 years ago

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Richie’s Cold

I’m trying to dig up my old Richie Robbins story (which I wrote more than a decade ago shit), but for now here’s the very brief attempted sequel I wrote more recently (which is easier to find bc it’s in my fetish Scr*vener project lmao) fic is under the cut.

“AAAAAEEEEEEESSSSSSCCCCHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“Whoa, Rich, we just moved in and you’re trying to blow the walls down, good work, buddy.”

Richie could only sniff in response. He was collapsed on the couch, exhausted. Moving was hard work, even harder than he thought it would be. And of course he’d sneezed his way through the move, like he’d sneezed his way through everything else in his life. Young Richard Robbins might have graduated Phi Beta Kappa—and he’d nearly blown the Dean’s hairpiece off when he went up to shake his hand—he might be on his way to one of the nation’s finest graduate schools… he might be a lot of things. But despite all that, for most people, the most memorable thing about Richie was—

“g-guhhh… g-gonna… sn-snehhh… hhHEEEHHhhh… sn-sneeze a-agahhHHHH… AAAHHHHHHHH… AAAHHHHHH… AAAAASSSSHHHHHOOOOO!!”

—that. Richie’s sneezes hadn’t dampened a bit since his college years. Instead, like his friendship with his buddy Adam, the sneezes had only grown stronger, though that hardly seemed to be possible (in either case.) And since Adam had known Richie for so long, he also knew… “Oh no. Oh buddy…”

“W-what?” Richie said, scrubbing at his nose to clear it of an allergic tickle.

“Buddy, uhhh… how you feeling?” Adam said, sitting down next to Richie on the couch, nudging him a bit to make space.

Richie sniffed again. Dreadful. He felt dreadful. But that wasn’t all he felt. “I feel… I f-feel… heh! l-like I gotta… gotta sn-sneeze… HAAT-CHOOO!” That one was short, but explosively loud, and so violent it forced Richie to crumple over on the couch. And no sooner had he deflated from that sneeze than another overtook him: “hhehhhh… HEEHHHZZZSSSHHHOOOOO!! HEEEIIIISHHHH! AAEEESSSHHHHHHHuuhhhh!” And another, and another. The sneezes were violent, even by Richie’s admittedly nuclear standards. But he couldn’t help it. The itch had been like a hot poker, stinging the insides of his nostrils, an overwhelming sensation that narrowed his focus and sapped his energy, until all he could focus on was the urge to blast out his sneezes as hard as he possibly could, just to make that horrible itching feeling go away. He hated how violent his sneezes were—always had, and probably always would. Richie wasn’t a very loud or exuberant guy—he left that to Adam—and he preferred to keep to himself, enjoy a good afternoon at home, and spend time with his friends when he could. He didn’t particularly want attention. But his nose, well… his nose had other ideas.

All through high school he’d been The Volcano, or the Super-Schnoz, or—god—Jonny Tsunami. And it hadn’t gotten any better in college. Sure, he’d found friends, just as he had in high school. And unlike high school, he’d found more than a couple girls—and a boy or two—who were willing to brave his explosions to, ah, spend some ‘quality time’ together. There’d even been that one girl who seemed to enjoy it when his nose cut loose but… somehow they’d lost touch. Gosh, he wondered what she was doing these days. In any case, though plenty were willing to overlook Richie’s frequent detonations, he’d still gotten more than his fair share of kidding about it. Especially in the lab, he’d be warned on more than one occasion that one of his monstrous sneezes would somehow affect the experiment. He’d been accused of making students drop pipettes and tubes, and on one horrible occasion he’d been forced to take a re-test on an exam, so overpowering and unstoppable were his sneezes. The other students had claimed they couldn’t concentrate with Richie erupting every five minutes. Rich couldn’t blame them.

And he should have known better than trying to go to that exam anyway. He’d had a cold. And while ordinarily Richie hardly went a day—hardly went a few hours—without sneezing, when he had a cold, it was worse. Much worse. The sneezes felt like they were coming constantly, like the itch had just set up residence in his sensitive nasal passages, and was using his nose as a punching bag, setting off sneeze after sneeze after sneeze. The worst was when he’d have a whole fit of his typically hurricane-force sneezes, and still couldn’t dislodge that infernal itch from his nose. He’d scrape his throat raw, sneezing sneeze after desperate sneeze, unleashing even more loudly, more powerfully, than he typically did—anything to make the tickle calm, even for a few moments. And from the way he’d just sneezed… and the way Adam was looking at him…

“No.” He said, shaking his head, “No, no, there’s no way. We just moved in here, there’s no way that…”

Adam just looked at him sympathetically. “‘Fraid so, buddy. I mean, look at yourself…” Adam said, whipping out his iPhone, taking a picture of Richie and turning it around for Richie to see in roughly the amount of time it would take Richie to blink. Adam loved that iPhone.

Taking the phone from Adam and looking at the screen, Richie could see what he meant. His eyes were rimmed red, and his nose was practically glowing. He could see a vague sheen of moisture in his eyes, and something that just seemed… heavy, coloring all his features. Adam was right. Richie thought it was just exhaustion from all the work of moving but… no. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t deny it. His head hurt, his nostrils leaked fluid, and he felt it… building up in the back of his nose, that itch, that itch that seemed like it would never go away. Still, he felt it, subtly playing about in his nostrils. His nose twitched: once, twice. His head was tipping back. The architecture of his nose was flexing, working, all but shaking. His chest was heaving in short gasps as he lifted a futile finger to place it beneath his nose. He felt his focus narrowing, the itch becoming the only thing that flooded his consciousness. It felt like a million feathers dancing in his nose… and yet somehow his sinuses felt like only the epicenter of a burning need that was filling his whole body. And then, just on the verge of release, just as he was finally going to unleash the typhoon that was building within, dimly, he heard a shriek…

“NO, RICHIE! NOT ON MADELINE!”

Richie’s eyes fluttered open just enough to see Adam, leaping through the air, arm outstretched, reaching to grab the phone that sat in Richie’s hand. He only saw for a second though, before… HHHAAARRRRAAASSCCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Richie exploded with a sneeze loud enough to put his previous four to shame. This was one of Richie’s true cold sneezes, a mammoth eruption loud enough to set off car alarms, terrify passersby, and temporarily deafen at close range. He bellowed it out, unable to do anything else, a veritable hurricane of spray bursting from his nose and mouth, a torrential downpour equal in magnitude to the volume of Richie’s monstrous sneeze.

Richie laid his head back on the couch, panting and feeling weak. “oh god…” he moaned. Luckily, the sneeze had been enough to rid him of the worst of the itch… this time. He knew that once he was really into the worst of the cold, one monstrous sneeze-quake of that magnitude would hardly be enough to make a dent in the incessant need he felt. Already he felt that need still coursing through him, subtle, but ready to flare up at any time to inspire—to necessitate—another trademark Robbins-family eruption.

Blearily, he opened his eyes to see the aftermath of his sneeze. Adam, his whole t-shirt clad torso absolutely drenched in spray, was victoriously holding his cell phone, panting almost as much as Richie himself was. He cradled the phone to his chest, murmuring at it, “I saved you, yes I did, saved you from the big bad Hurricane Richie over there, he was gonna blow you right into the wall but I kept you safe, yes I did, yes I did…”

Richie found the strength to roll his eyes at Adam. He wouldn’t have actually blown the phone out of his hand, much less across the room and into the wall… probably. Suddenly, Richie was distracted by a banging noise that played havoc with his now-throbbing temples. “KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE!” He heard a muffled shout. Oh no… the neighbors had heard him. Already one unhappy neighbor. Richie was terrified to imagine how many more unhappy neighbors he’d develop over the course of this cold. And then, from the bedroom down the hall he heard another shout “OH BLOW IT OUT YOUR—“ Richie’s brother Tristan came into view, wandering down the hallway, scratching at his belly. Tristan was one of Richie’s five brothers—they were six altogether, and each brother suffered from the family curse: truly explosive sneezes. And though none suffered quite as badly as Richie did, Tristan was probably a close second.

“Damn Mrs. Harper. She’s always complaining. Geez, I got a-ahhh… hahhhHhhhh.. HHEEIIISSHHOOOOOO! -sniff!- allergies. So sue me.” Tristan grumbled, then looked up, catching a glimpse of Richie. His face dropped immediately, just like Adam’s had. “Oh boy, Rich.” He said, shaking his head. “Aw man I figured we had a few months at least… it’s not even winter. Shit, okay… well, uh… geez maybe I still have a stock of earplugs to pass out to the building…”

Adam had sufficiently recovered from the threat of injury to his beloved Madeline to snark, “Really? Earplugs? You think earplugs and a few walls are enough to keep my man Rich, the Incredible Thunder-Sneezer, down? Listen, Tristy, just ‘cause you’re in the one-man-tornado club too, doesn’t mean you’re a Category Five. Now my man Rich here, that’s a Category Five…”

Richie cut off Adam’s ramblings with a thunderous, “AAAAARRRRRRSSSSHHHOOOOOO! HHAARRRRRSSHHHH! AARRRSSSHHHHH! AAAEEEETTTTTSCCHOOOOOO!!! HHEEEIIIISSSHHHHH!!!”

“Did I say Category Five? Sorry, I forgot about the cold. Make that Category Ten.”

“RRRAAATTTCCHOOOOOOOO!!”

“Thousand.”

#snz story #richie robbins #male cold #but not a lot of hc or anything honestly just a lot of sneezing

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the-writing-dump-bin · 6 years ago

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Can i get a nsfw werewolf jotaro/fem s/o scenario where he is in a rut? bonus points for calling him a good boy and happy tail wagging ��💗

First time writing something like this, so I really hope it's okay. I'm not that familiar but you gave me something new to try! Thanks!

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Jotaro was a mysterious man.

You were completely taken by his rough, good looks the moment you two made eye contact nearly a year ago. But there was also something that you thought he may have been hiding.

You two had struck up a relationship about a month after you met. Since then, for a couple days each month, he had up and left; saying he was going away for work and not to worry about him. He was a busy man, so you believed him.

But this month had been different.

This time, instead of him saying he was leaving for work, he asked you to go camping with him.

You were taken back by the question. You didn't think he would be into that stuff, but you agreed to go. Who knows? It could be really fun.

Once out of the city, the trees of the forest started to appear.

The drive was long, but Jotaro looked like he knew where he was going.

Turning your head slightly to him, you seen him grip the steering wheel a little tighter and then relaxed his hand; almost like he was holding something back.

"Jotaro?" You asked. "Are you okay? You have been more silent than usual. Is something on your mind?"

Something was. But he wasn't going to tell you...yet. "I'm alright. We're almost there."

You nodded, still a little worried, but if he said he was fine, then he was fine.

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The wooded area was very secluded. It wasn't even a campground, you two were literally out in the middle of nowhere.

After parking the car, you followed Jotaro deep into the wood. The smell of the forest was quite pleasant as you stepped over moss and fallen trees. Birds chirped overhead as they flew through the branches.

Jotaro finally stopped at a clearing and set down the camping gear you brought. "We'll set the tent up here."

"Wow!" You gasped, completely taken by the area. Lush greenery surrounded you; it was beautiful. "Hm?" You noticed a spot just off to the side where Jotaro had started to set up the tent. Already formed, was a man made fire pit. "Jotaro... How did you find this place?"

Not looking up from his task, his muscles tensed a little. "I-I come out here every so often. I kind of made it my own."

A small smile curved on your mouth. You guess he came here when he was overly stressed and needed to get away once and a while to relax. And this time, he was kind enough to bring you along. Walking over, you helped him put up the tent.

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The fire crackled as you sat between Jotaro's legs; his arms wrapped around you.

The sun had set almost an hour ago, and since then, Jotaro shifted uncomfortably behind you. "Jotaro... You've been acting weird all day, are you sure you're feeling okay?" Now you were genuinely worried, you had never seen him like this.

As if struggling with himself, he turned you around to face him. "Y/N... There is...something I have to tell you about- and please, don't freak out."

Just with that plea, you were already feeling scared; backing up from him as the two of you stood up.

Overhead, the light of the full moon shone through the opening of the clearing. Jotaro twitched and withered a little; something sprouting from the top of his head.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing; this was like something out of a fairy tale. From his head came two, large, furry ears. The colour and shape of his pupils changed as well. Pinching yourself, and feeling pain, you could tell that what you were seeing, was definitely real. "Wh-"

When Jotaro seemed to be finished changing, he looked at you with uncertainty and a little bit of embarrassment. He looked mainly human, still, except for the ears and the eyes. He didn't say anything.

What could you do? You were frozen in shock and fear. You always thought there was something he was hiding, but you never thought this was it.

Exhaling a frustrated sigh, he spoke. "I know this is hard to believe, and honestly, I'm sorry I kept this from you. I really do care for you and if I want to be with you, then there can't be any secrets." He took a cautious step to you. When you didn't move, he took another. And then another until the gap between you was closed.

Part of you wanted to run. But the other part of you was entranced by this supernatural being.

He didn't look like he wanted to harm you in the slightest. Instead, he surprised you by placing his large hands on your arms and bent down to nuzzle your neck.

Your still clouded mind brought up your hand on its own and placed it on his cheek. He still smelt like the man you fell in love with, except now he looked like some kind human-wolf hybrid. It was kind of...sexy...

Stepping back a little, Jotaro's worried eyes looked at you again. "Are you okay with this?"

"Th-This is certainly something I never expected..." You stuttered. "I still feel like I'm in some sort of dream."

He could understand that. You were the first person he told about this, and he was terrified at what you thought.

Sensing that he was scared, you walked up to him and slid your hands up his shirt. Looking up to his face, you smiled nervously. "Can... Can I touch your ears?"

He crouched so you could feel them; velvety soft. You giggled when you dared to scratch behind one of them, making him close his eyes and melt under your touch.

"I-I'm glad you accept me like this, Y/N." He nuzzled your neck again. "Because I have been feeling these...urges, lately."

Your eyes widened at this confession. "Urges? Wh-What kind of urges?"

Jotaro averted his eyes, embarrassed to even look at you. "Well, honestly, there was a reason why I asked you to come out here with me... I know we have been dating for a year now, and we've been together countless times, but when I'm like this, I have this animal instinct to..."

You caught on to what he was trying to say. You had imagined what it could be like to create life with Jotaro before, but that was when you thought he was a full human. But if you had to be honest, doing it this way could be fun, too.

Your hand moved from his stomach to his back, where you felt something above his bottom. "Is this a tail? You have a tail, too?"

His cheeks blushed.

Leaning into his body, and a seductive tone, you said, "Take me, Jotaro. Give into these urges."

Jotaro was surprised, but also excited that you were game for this. He backed you against a tree and kissed you; hands working to get rid of your clothes. He got rid of his own, too.

He bent down to his knees, his face hovering over your wet sex and started to work you with his tongue. Three quick licks and then a long, slow fourth lick while he looked up at you. He repeated that over and over.

Your legs shook with pleasure as you struggled to keep yourself standing. The sight of him licking you with ears atop his head made the feeling ten times more exciting. "Oh...! Jotaro... You're so good at that." Tugging at his hair roughly, you made a sinful grin. "Such a good boy."

With a flick of his eyes, he looked at you like 'did you really just call me a good boy?'. Either way, his tail wagged at your praise, happy he was making you feel this way.

Jotaro backed his head away and grabbed your arms, pulling you down to the ground with him and put you on your hands and knees. You could see why he brought you out to the woods. To him in this state, it felt more natural to mate with a female out in the wild.

Lovingly, he placed his left hand on your ass and moved his right hand up and down your spine. Leaning over, he growled into your ear. "I hope you're ready. Because this is going to get out of control."

And he was right.

His cock entered you with one, hard thrust, making your gasp at the sudden, painful pleasure. Your hands dug into the dirt, the feeling unlike your romps at home. His pace was set, but then he started moving faster. "I'm going to fill you up." He panted. "I've wanted this for a while. I want you to be my mate forever."

That low, very deep voice of his rattled you, making you bite your lip to keep you from screaming.

"You don't have hold back, Y/N. We're in the middle of nowhere, be as loud as you want." Jotaro moved his hand around to rub your clit.

"Nnngghh...aaahhhhhh!"

Everything around you disappeared as you came over his cock, screaming his name and making your orgasm echo through the trees. Jotaro came as well; biting hard down between your shoulder and neck and growling as he filled you with his seed.

He never let you go until he was completely empty. Releasing your skin from between his teeth, he slid out of you, using his spent cock to push back in whatever of his cum spilled out. Not a drop to be wasted.

Your arms and legs gave out from under you and you collapsed to the ground, rolling onto your back. Jotaro straddled over you, looking over your naked body with those fierce eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

You never felt the pain until he mentioned it, your mind was too occupied earlier. Smiling, you brought up your hand and ran a hand through his hair, scratching behind his ear. "I will be alright, my love."

His face came to the bite he left on your shoulder, licking your wound. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"H-How long does this breeding thing last?"

"A couple days."

A breathy laugh left your mouth. "Well, after this is all done, I'm going to need a couple days to recover. You're lucky I love you so much."

#jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro #jotaro kujo #my writing #fan fic #my fic #writing #request #anonymous #anon #n*sf*w

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dontjudgemebymykpoptrash · 6 years ago

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YG Treasure Box ep. 9 reaction

I'm ready to cry are you ready to cry?

I love Going Crazy when do I get all the versions and also SEUNGHUN IS IN THIS ONE FIGHTING (all my three faves got eliminated so I've been putting all my chemi-beats into him and Byounggon)

I hate when they show past Treasures being hurt about losing their spots to new Treasures :'(

Byounggon is heartbreaking, he made it to Treasure but got kicked before he even had a chance to perform with them HE DESERVES BETTER. (They all do tbh)

NINE. THEY'RE ELIMINATING NINE TRAINEES FFFUUUUUUU-. And the way they're splitting it???? Better than the 2:2 but still garbage.

Hyunsuk is a reaction king I love him.

Hharuto being such a tease with the song reveal hahaaa what a cutie

Hyunsuk doing the choreo what a good leader this hecker better debut or ima fight YG with my bare fists.

JIHOON NO R U OKAY

Oh shit I hope this isnt a lasting hurt, I hope he wont push himself and hurt himself more :'(

OMG YEONGUE YOU ARE FIFTEEN. Ngl he's my second vote in team boomerang after Hyunsuk.

THIS PERFORMANCE IS FIRE. GIVE ME THE FULL VERSION.

Jihoon looks good I'm happy, I hope he's not just fighting through and causing a lasting injury!

Where do I get Jihoons hair sparklies can that be my daily lewk?

Hyunsuk bowing to all sides of the audience <3

DAMN STRAIGHT YG YOU PRAISE THESE BABIES ANDN RECOGNIZE THEM FOR FUCKING ONCE.

Honestly dont know if that's a good score cause I don't know what the max number of votes are???

Oof who got Growl by EXO that is an iconic and difficult song.

Oooohhhhh noooooooooo those poor babies, they have their work cut out for them. This was not set up in their favor at all...

This practice is so painful, they all look so unhappy.

THIS VOCAL TEACHER AND DANCE TEACHER NEEDS TO STOP BULLYING THESE CHILDREN UNTIL THEY CRY. TEACH BETTER. CONSTRUCTIVE POSITIVE TEACHING NETS BETTER RESULTS ALL AROUND I will fite u.

Jaehyuk not practicing on his own is not good, is this a mistranslation? Bby let's go you can do it!

Crying in the bathroom is a mood tho

"I want to do better" YOU CAN I BELIEVE IN YOU!! Look at how much happier and better he does with teachers that praise and support him.

Jaehyuk and Jongseob especially are doing well in this performance, but you can tell they're mostly raw talent right now. I think these bby's are good but need more polish. None are ready for debut yet. THEY'LL GET THERE THO!!!!

6-8 months of training and they did this well??? GOOD BOYS GOOD JOB!! This was an incredibly difficult song and performance and they stepped up, GOOD WORK.

Still dont know what scoring is good based on relative scores but I am not surprised Team Growl didnt score as well as Team Boomerang.

I'm super looking forward to Team Dumb and Dumber. I honestly hope they get first place. I stan all these babies.

Even their practice is NEXT LEVEL IM READY.

Byounggon yelling into Yoonbins upside down mic shit I'm already stoked.

Tag urself I'm all the boys backstage jumping up dancing around and singing along this performance is professional-been-debuted-for-years-already level I'm so sold.

How do you top this omfg. I'm calling it now. First place.

Listen I know Keita and Yedam are super cute AJ combination but can we not forget how fucking precious Junkyu and Mashiho AJ combo is? Aaaaaahhhhh

GOOD SCORE. THEY EARNED IT. AMAZING.

Okay Team DNA let's see what u got.

Yedam and Seunghuns vocal skills fuck me up they're so good. How has SH not gotten recognized by YG yet fucc

Poor Yedam, not being able to practice must be messing with him, I hope he did well in his exams.

One hour. One hour to prepare. And he did it. Genius in fucking deed. Honestly from the beginning Yedam is the only one I'm not worried about he's going to debut or this thing is rigged.

This performance is so good but I wish it was shown before Dumb and Dumber cause it doesn't have the same vibe.

Omfg Haruto is so funny I'm ded

YG praising Yedam and Yedams cute reaction <3

HE COMPLIMENTED SEUNGHUN FINALLY. FINALY. FINALLY. FINALLY. TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH YOU EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE TRASH HEAP.

GET BACK TO US IN ONE MINUTE?????? NO TELL ME NOW.

I KNEW IT I KNEW DUMB AND DUMBER WOULD GET FIRST YAAAAA-omg I'm so worried. I'm stressing who will get eliminated.

Omg they're all such lovely friends look how mature and loving they are in such an awful competition, supporting and rooting and crying for each other.

Is it just me or does YG look disappointed?

Tag urself again I'm the treasure makers calling for YG to debut all of them.

Oh my stress. Elimination.

Yedam and Haruto obvi. "These two were somewhat expected" ya duh

AM I A JINX??? AM I A JINX???? WHY DO ALL THE ONES I SUPPORT GET ELIMINATED. SEUNGHUN DESERVES TO DEBUT HE IS READY. DID I DO THIS? IM SO SORRY IM SORRY SEUNGHUN.

First crying is here. I'm crying. This is so fucked look at them all of them. This is awful. Why am I torturing myself.

Keita too this is fucking awful nooooo

THAT WAS HIS MOM???? HIS MOMMA FINALLY GOT TO WATCH HIM BE AMAZING AND GET COMPLIMENTED AND NOW THIS. I'm so worried about him I so hope he continues just a little longer and debuts, even if he has to switch companies to do it since YG treats him like garbage.

Oh God this is worse. Team Boomerang

Hyunsuk ohhhh honey, oh babyyyyy ohhh noooo me too aaahhhhhh

I'm so happy for Jihoon because of his difficulties but the others.... aauugghhh theres no happiness here they're just sad because this competition has been set up to be so unfair and hurtful gdi

Fuck. Last one. Fuck fuck. Fu c k

Jongseob babyyyyy this show did you so dirty.

I was betting Junghwan would be the one and I'm happy for him but also just devastated in general. This is such a massive loss, we just lose so many every week. It would be so much less painful and sad if they just had the boys that were actually ready to debut compete and had smaller elimination rounds but nooooo u want us all to hurt.

Random note but I really like Jaehyuks speaking voice. It's so soft and gentle.

HOW MANY. SAY 7. SAY 9. SAY 11. SAY 28. I'll settle for 7 but sAY 28.

Okay 7. fucK that means we're losing 4. FuCk.

BRINGING BACK 2???? WHO? WHO???? PLEASE SEUNGHUN. PLEASE SEUNGHUN. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. Ffffff who else should come back?

Omg if they bring Seunghun back and then eliminate him again ima be so pissed.

Fuck who is coming back oh god.

Now I'm just gonna be stressed for another week yay.

Please know I love all the trainees with my whole heart and I will support anyone who debuts, I mean no offense at all to anyone and let me know if I've said something harmful.

I cried like 8 times gawd.

#yg treasure box #yg treasure box episode 9 #treasure box reaction #yg treasure box thoughts #why do i torture myself with this show #i just want them all to be happy and successful #when i think of other shows and the ones who didnt make it #and never debuted #it fucks me up #im so worried

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 2 years ago

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AAHHHH

Oh hey Buck's exact age :D

AAAHHHHH OH NOOO

Nooo Maddie 😭😭😭😭❤️💔💔

I knew she'd have to find out but <333 💔💔

Ahh so it's medically induced :'((

Naur not a 24 hour critical condition 😭😭

A A A A A A A A A H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H

THE ALTERNATE REALITY!!! HE SAID IT!!!

A A A H H H H H H!!!

:OOOO IS THAT DANIEL??!!?!???

AAAHHHHHH 😭😭 CHIMNEY DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE ISSSS

HE'S RUNNING OUT OF TIME O.O ರ⁠_⁠ರ

BRO'S BOUTTA PULL A TK 😭😭 WITH THE YK DREAM SYMBOLISM NOT GIVING UP THING

Not just the plain old coma xD

ANYWAY UH OH

AAAHHHHHH STOPPPP THEY ALL LOOK SO WORRIED 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔❤️

I mean as they should but yk xd

HENNN 😭😭💔❤️

HMMM SUSPICIOUS ABSENCE OF EDDIE

THEY'RE SAVING ALL THE BREAKDOWNS/THE BREAKDOWN FOR US WITH NO PROMO 😭😭😭💔❤️

OR imagine the power of not having Eddie be there at all like in the episode at all because he's too distraught and then we see him next episode, be that with Buck awake or not o.o

. . . Eddie's the new, current life. . . Daniel and all of them are the old. . .

AAAAHHHHHHH

Anyway I'm assuming it'll get worse throughout about Buck yk not existing or whatever, since Chim didn't know him, but whether it starts that way or not - less of a "the transplant worked" and more of a "he was never sick"

That's the last of my last thoughts, now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loved this episode!! It was great, and a great return to the show/season :)). I've seen some stuff saying how the cast is/seems really excited for season 6/6B and that makes me extra excited lol! By the way, this will probably be pretty short because I put off (finishing for some, but for this one only till "never sick" before right now lol) all three reviews till Saturday xD. Anyway lol! It's now actually Sunday :)). And I have to do all three. So xd. Anyway for real now lol!

Bobby! Plus May and Athena. I'm glad they're investigating the rehab center (and not getting caught lol). It seems like we're getting somewhere! And Athena and May were hilarious xDD. Anyway, it's kinda 😬 seeing Bobby so focused on it, but I am still glad they're investigating :). Somebody has to ❤️. Anyway, they were great at their jobs (didn't really see any of Athena but she was investigating lol). Bobby especially, since we did see him doing it xD. I love him <3. I do love all three of them, by the way lol <3. I am nervous about next episode for them! They're already dealing with a loss and all the drama surrounding that, and adding Buck onto that? Their unofficial/adopted son?? My poor babeys 😭😭❤️.

Hen! Seeing her with Denny was so cute :DD. I totally forgot about the storyline of him contacting his dad though xD 😬. I'm deeefinitely a bit worried for when Hen and Karen are gonna find out o.o - especially given that he's been hiding it for a W H I L E. Also, Hen was wonderful at her job as always 🥰🥰. I love her :DD. Also, I think Hen will have to be holding it together with Buck :'((. Bc everyone else will be a mess xd. But we better get to see her being a mess too :'DD. Anyway, good luck with baseball, D 🥰.

Chim and Maddie! I'm REALLY glad the Buckleys visiting wasn't too bad xD. I'll talk some about it here and some with Buck, but that argument was 😬😬. Plus Chim's dad showing up was o.o. and I'm pretty sure that's his stepmom? But I don't actually remember lol. Anyway, it was T E N S E but I'm glad it at least worked out okay xd. Like, okay as in just barely fine lol. Okay in the most basic, watery meaning of it lol. Anyway, I'm glad (especially after seeing how nervous she was) that Maddie didn't have any huge problems with her parents :D. Looks like they're finally learning lol. And, of course, Maddie and Chimney were both great at their jobs :)). Also I didn't realize it until I saw somebody say it but IT LOOKS LIKE DOUG IS IN THE PROMO?? LIKE WITH MADDIE???! AAHHHH!!? I'm so excited xD. And scared lol. Plus it'll be rough for them like in the real world :'((. Anyway, I love them both 🥰🥰.

Eddie! We didn't see much of him this episode, but he was great 🥰. I'm ESPECIALLY interested in seeing how he reacts next week :DD >:DD. Y'all I'mma be screaming but I'm also so excited for the angst xDD. But also 😭😭. Like y'all it's the way he screamed for Buck- I can't xd. Anyway lol! He was great at his job :)). Also him playing catch with Hen was so cute 🥰🥰. Especially when the others were working and they were just chillin XDD. But yeah lol, scared and excited for next episode. I love him 🥰❤️❤️.

And finally, Buck :)! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MY BOYYYY!!!! 😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️. HE BETTER BE OKAY!! I mean I'm sure he will be (or he'll survive at least) but still you never know 😭😭❤️. Anyway, he was amazing this episode :)). Seeing how he was with kids was so adorable 🥰🥰. And he looked so nervous when his parents found out about the donor situation 😭😭. I would say donorship but that doesn't appear to be a word lol. Eh xD. Anyway, that scene was TENSE 😳😳 xd. And also kinda funny with Chim being like uhh??? no??? I don't think we're pregnant?? XDD. Amazing lol. Anyway, the other family scenes were so cute and sweet :')). I'm glad they managed to get everything sorted out <33. And even though his parents don't totally agree, I'm happy that they decided to support him anyway :'). Also, Buck was, obviously, great at his job this episode 🥰🥰. Now. The ending 😭😭😭. A A H H H! I'm not okay xdd. They way he FELL aUGH!! I know I just said it but I'm not okay 😭😭. And that PROMO??? AAHHH. And ik a lot of people figured it was gonna happen (I only found out when I saw people that were like 'we might actually get coma Buck y'all!!!' lol) but AAHHHH COMA ALTERNATE REALITY BUCK!!! Dude it looks so crazy but it's gonna be SO good :DD. It looks like he won't exist or smth?? Idek o.o. But, I'm sure it'll be wild, and amazing :D. And I'll probably scream the whole time xD. But yeah! I love him 🥰🥰❤️.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! I thought it was super fun, and the cases were cool and interesting. The way they all related to the storm? Great!! :D They were really good and it helped lead up to the ending. Of course, everyone was amazing this episode 🥰🥰. And I'm really excited to see them all angsting next week lol! Buck's coma dream juxtaposed with everyone dealing with the coma in real life is going to be AWESOME. And also heartbreaking xD. With this episode as a whole, I'm glad everything worked out, for the most part :). Obviously there were some things opening to ongoing storylines, but I think it was a great half-season premiere :). Just the right amount of wrapped up for an episode lol. The rehab storyline less wrapped up, but that makes sense since it seems like it'll be a more pressing/sooner storyline than the others. And of course, I have to mention again the end of this episode. Y'all 😭😭. Seeing them all go to Buck, trying everything, is just ❤️❤️. They're family, your honor :')). And I love them all so much <33. Anyway, this was a great episode, and I'm REALLY excited for the next one :)).

So yeah! I really loved the episode, I thought it was amazing. I'm nervous for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 10: In a Flash

It was great!! I'm definitely excited for the next episode, if very scared. I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6 Episode 11: In Another Life

See you next week!

#9-1-1 #911 #911 on fox #911onfox #gayfirefightershow #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #YES LOL #I finally got it done xD #I may post 911ls tomorrow but almost definitely I will post tgd tonight #I didn't like letting these go so far both bc it's just late and also bc I decided not to reblog almost anything so I have a bunch of #drafts lol and ALSO bc it stresses me out still having the responsibility xdd #but I had like no motivation lol #anyway!!!#greeeeeaaat episode :DDDD #/gen #I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰 <3333!!!

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angelasscribbles · 2 years ago

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I don't even know where to start! Every time I think this series can't possible get better, it does!

Seriously, this is "throw m laptop out the window" level good! 🤣

I don't even know where to start!

"Okay..." I rake a hand through my hair as I continue pacing, trying to stay calm, even though my blood pressure had already spiked through the roof. "

This is one of many similar HC I noticed in this chapter. I don't know why the fingers through the hair is such a Drake thing in my mind.

...and the fight is yanked instantly out of me.

Were we not just talking about how men react when they are falling in love? (and psychology today agrees lol)

But this line and that entire sequence that follows is just pure gold!

It was more or less true. Gale's unexpected intervention had thrown the breaks on my runaway thoughts, allowing my brain to drop back into a more productive a gear.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Another HC that we share! Her touch calms and focus him.

Glancing up from my phone, I note with more than a lick of regret that in addition to her t-shirt, Gale had now also donned a pair of PJ shorts.

More than a lick of regret....why do I love this line so much?

Because if I did, I knew I'd never leave...

...and I'd never be able to forgive myself for staying.

AHHHH, the fucking struggle! And the whole scene that follows.... The angst! You are killing me!

"D-Dawg!" Leo's voice rings jubilantly out through the speakers. "'Sup, my man! Have you finally—?"

D-Dawg...fucking Leo! The whole conversation with Leo was fucking hilarious!

Thanks to the (un)lucky accident of his birth, Chris' life has been scheduled, structured, and arranged from the moment he opened his eyes. What he ate, what he wore, how he looked, how he spoke... evenwhohe spoke to — it was all regulated with a precision that would make even the most OCD micro-manager jealous.

Another HC we share. And it makes me sad for Liam Chris.

That, I had not seen coming.

Well, why would you? He's supposed to be the good prince hahaha

The Rys were part of the very essence of Cordonia. Its history, its culture, its very identity as a people were all intimately wound up with the family that had held the reins of power since the time of the Five Kingdoms. A family that had steadfastly steered the country through innumerable wars, political strife, and social unrest, beating the odds that had toppled the neighbouring monarchies of Europe.

I love this detail, and explanation, so much!

Not because I was some diehard royalist. But because the Rys were — for all intents and purposes — my family, and I wasn't gonna let one ill-advised cockup put their lives in danger.

And yes, another HC we share. Because of course they are. They really are more like brothers than friends.

"O'Sullivan," I greet without preamble. "It's Drake Walker. Yeah. Listen... I'm gonna need that bird."

OOOHHH YESSS! Action and adventure? A high speed helicopter ride through NYC? I so obviously approve of this cough cough Complicated

Because even though we may be here unofficially, I'd made sure to give our long-time liaison on the local force a heads-up. Partly for the sake of courtesy (nobody needed any nasty surprises, especially when foreign security was involved), and partly because you never knew when you'd need an assist if things went south.

Another detail, and explanation, that I love! (also the explanation at the end)

...the yearly donations by the Crown to the New York City Police Foundation certainly helped.

hahaha, I'll bet they do

My head drops back against the cool metal of the cockpit with a groan. Fuck my fuckin' life...

His shirt! Bwa ha ha ha ha! You and @harleybeaumont and the destruction of Drake's shirts!

Nothing's happened on this trip, but shit...

Poor guy!

"To see the Statue of Liberty," I sigh, watching the kaleidoscopic glow of the Manhattan skyscrape whizz past below us.

and aaahhhhhh the nod to canon! Also, the fact that Drake knows him so well. "I'm not wrong"

I run a hand down my face. Christ, this night just won't end... "What's your plan?"

Again, with the cliffhanger!

Seriously...me right now.....

haha, just kidding! But seriously need the next chapter 🤨

This was fan-fucking-tastic girl!

Sleepless in New York: Chapter 8 - Minutes to Midnight

Series: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x OC (Harper Gale)

Rights belong to Pixelberry, most characters and some dialogue belong to them.

Synopsis: This is a short-story series written from Drake’s POV that explores an AU where Drake meets Harper (my OC from (Un)Common Attraction) by himself before the boys come to the bar on the last night of Christian’s bachelor party.

Masterlist: Sleepless in New York

Chapter Summary: Drake makes several phone calls... and goes for a ride as he tries to track down Christian.

Word Count: 5,100

Rating/Warnings: M (tons of swearing, massive amounts of angst)

Chapter theme song:

Chapter 8 - Minutes to Midnight

Gale startles at the intensity of my outburst, nearly falling off the kitchen counter.

I flash her what I hoped was an apologetic look as I resume my focus on the call that was rapidly deteriorating into my worst nightmare.

"What do you mean you 'lost his signal'?" I demand — still in French, so Gale didn't accidentally overhear something that she had no clearance for. "We have a tracker in—"

"His phone, jacket and shoes," confirms Schweitzer. "But the signal for all three has been compromised."

"Compromised?" I ask in disbelief. "How?"

"We cannot locate any of them."

"What the f—?" I shake my head in disbelief, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. "Are you sure it's not a glitch on our side?"

"We've already ruled that out," comes the dispassionate response. "Our systems are working as expected."

"What about his carrier signal? Have you tried triangulating that?"

"Yes. But his phone appears to be turned off."

Fuck.

"Okay..." I rake a hand through my hair as I continue pacing, trying to stay calm, even though my blood pressure had already spiked through the roof. "Have you checked the obvious places? The bathroom. The terrace. The service corridors. Maybe you just missed him somewhere...?"

I knew was grasping at straws, but I didn't have much choice. I needed to make sure we'd exhausted every possibly, no matter how inane.

Because the alternative — that Chris had been grabbed by a highly-trained and exceptionally well-equipped strike team while I'd been busy chasing tail — was too nauseating to even think about.

Christ, what the hell had I been thinking...?

"Moretti and Sanchez already did a triple sweep," grits Schweitzer, interrupting my self-flagellating thoughts. "And we've received independent confirmation from two separate staff members that they saw someone matching his description leaving the premises."

"Was he alone?" I ask, forcing myself to swallow down the bile that was threatening to spew out of me.

"We were not able to confirm."

"Fuck...!" I roar, slamming the heel of my hand into the wall in front of me in frustration, making the suspended photo frames wobble.

But the momentary act of violence does eff all to temper the raging inferno of panic, guilt and helplessness that was roiling inside of me, threatening to overwhelm me completely.

If anything, it makes me more desperate to beat something until my hands were raw and blood because maybe that way I could—

I nearly crash into Gale, who'd suddenly appeared in front of me wearing her 'I ❤️ NY' t-shirt again.

"Jesus fuck, girl!" I snap, switching back to English as I pull the phone away from my ear. "You blind or something! Can't you see that I'm—?"

She reaches silently up, the warmth of her palm brushing over my cheek...

...and the fight is yanked instantly out of me.

My shoulders slump, the tension in my jaw unravels, and my head bows to rest against hers with a deep exhale, as I feel myself fall into the solace of the unexpectedly soporific gesture.

"Fuck..." I groan, eyes shuddering closed like I'd fallen under a spell.

Her honey-wildflower scent washes over me, coating me like a cocoon, soothing my frayed nerves like a balm...

...and everything stills.

My heart. My breath. Even my mind.

It all comes to a stop, as if someone'd pressed pause on the world.

And it's beatific.

Like watching a silent sunrise.

I have no clue how long I stand there, suspended in time and space, just breathing her in. Maybe just seconds, but it feels like hours.

Either way, it's nowhere long enough.

But eventually I become aware of the fact that Schweitzer was still on the line, shouting just-discernible obscenities at me.

And as peaceful as this unexpected reverie was, I knew it could never be more than momentary.

Because I still had a massive pile of shit sitting on my plate.

I heave a resigned breath. "I really need t—"

"I know," she replies softly, feathering her lips over my brow.

I lean into her, wanting to savour the moment, to make it last...

...but when I open my eyes, she's already turned away.

"Harper."

She stops to look back at me, the wayward locks of her golden-caramel hair framing her face like a caress.

"I—" I pause to clear the suddenly hoarseness from my throat. "Thanks."

Her face sparks into a smile. "I know."

A wry snort escapes me as I lift the phone back up to my ear.

This girl...

But I don't have time to try and untangle what kind of magic she'd just pulled on me because Schweitzer's still cussing up a storm.

"—écoute, tête du con, tu dois te reassasir, et—"

"J'suis ici," I assure him.

"Are you?" comes the deadpan response. "Because it sounded like you were otherwise occupied..."

"I was thinking."

It was more or less true. Gale's unexpected intervention had thrown the breaks on my runaway thoughts, allowing my brain to drop back into a more productive a gear.

"Thinking?" scoffs Schweitzer incredulously. "The only thing you should be thinking about is calling—"

"And I will," I assure him. "But first I need to know who the last person was to be seen with him."

"His brother. But—"

"Thanks," I cut in, already pulling the phone away from my ear. "I'll keep you posted."

"Walker, you're wast—"

His voice cuts out as I end the call.

"Everything... okay?"

Glancing up from my phone, I note with more than a lick of regret that in addition to her t-shirt, Gale had now also donned a pair of PJ shorts.

"Furthest thing from," I reply sourly as I turn towards the door, pulling up my contacts as I went.

I was fuckin' cursed...

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Not real—" I pause in the narrow entranceway. "Actually, could you call a cab?"

She nods quickly. "Yeah. Sure."

"I'm sorry," I sigh, thumbing forcefully through the names and numbers. "This wasn't what I had in mind."

"I know," she says with a shrug, as I locate the entry I needed. "But it sounds like you have a crisis on your hands."

I scoff ruefully as I reach for the door handle. "That's putting it mildly..."

"Will... you be back?"

"I wouldn't hold my breath," I admit tightly, opening the door.

"...maybe I want to."

Her words pull me up short in the doorway.

But as much as I wanted to turn around, to look back at her, I knew I couldn't.

Because if I did, I knew I'd never leave...

...and I'd never be able to forgive myself for staying.

I squeeze my eyes shut. "Bye, Harper."

"Bye, Drake."

The tautness of her voice echoes the stricture of my chest.

But I'm already over the threshold...

"Wait! Don't forget your—!"

...and have closed the door behind me.

Heaving a tight breath, I press dial as I double time it towards the stairwell.

Christ, this call'd better be worth it...

The line connects as I hit the first step.

"D-Dawg!" Leo's voice rings jubilantly out through the speakers. "'Sup, my man! Have you finally—?"

"Cut the crap, Rys," I snap. "We have a serious situation."

"Is that right?" he says, dropping the stupid accent as he jolts to attention. "How serious?"

"Pretty fuckin' serious," I grit. "So, I'm gonna need you t—"

"Did you rip your last rubber...?"

I nearly trip on the stairs. …the fuck?

"...'cause you know you can always just roger her up the rear, right?"

I lift the phone away from my ear to stare at the screen incredulously. Was the son of a bitch for real right now?

"Didn't cross your mind, did it?" he continues gleefully. "Though if she's not game for that, then Iguessyou can French her trench while she—"

"Jesus fuck, Leo!" I exclaim. "I don't need your Sex Ed 101!"

"Yousure...?" comes the deliberately elongated response. "Because it sounds like you got yourself into a bit of a pinch. And I've got a trademarked technique that's guaranteedto—"

"Chris is AWOL, you jizz stain!" I yell down the phone. "That's the situation!"

Leo snorts down the line at me. "That's hardly a 'situation', mate! If anything, it's kind of the expectation! Itisthe bloke's stag 'do, so—"

"It's a fuckin' situation when we have no clue where he is!"

"Probably back at the fair lady's digs, getting ready to sheathe his sexcalibur in—"

"Mention sex one more time and I'll sheathe your head up your ass, Rys," I growl.

"Wow. Things went tits upthatbadly with Swifty, huh?" he muses prosaically. "No wonder you're in such a strop. But, you never did take rejection very well, so—"

I force myself to draw breath. "What happened with Gale isn't important, you dipshit. Finding Chris is. So, quit sidetracking the topic."

"And what makes you think I know where he is?"

"Because you were the last person to be seen with Chris," I grit. "And this entire disappearing act has your signature written all over it. So if you ever want to fuck anything with that blackguard, royal prick of yours, you better—"

"Ex."

I frown. "Huh?"

"Ex-royal prick," he spells out. "If you're going to threaten a bloke's Crown Jewels, you should at least have the decency to—"

"Rys," I growl with barely suppressed irritation. "I swear to motherfuckin' God, I'll—"

"Oh, ease up, Walker!" he laughs. "I'm just taking the piss!"

I resist the urge to reach down the phone and choke out the puerile piece of shit. "Start. Talking."

"I gave him a signal jammer."

I nearly drop the phone. "You fuckin' what?!"

"A signal... jammer," he repeats, like I was stupid or something. "It's a small, pocket-sized device that—"

"I know what it is, you dick-weed!" I snap. "What I don't get is what the fuck possessed you to give one toChris!"

"Brotherly love?"

I pray for deliverance. "How in the hell—?"

"Are you questioning my choice of coronation-cum-engagement gift?"

"Yes!" I cry. "First off, those things are fuckin' illegal, especially here in the States. So you better pray to God that he doesn't get caught with that thing on him, or we're looking at a diplomatic shit-storm! Second, Chris is — thanks to your fuckin’ abdication — the Crown Prince of Cordonia! Flying under the radar in a foreign country! Did it not — even for a goddamn micro-second! — cross your ever-lovin' mind that, in the course of using a jammer, he could get mugged, kidnapped, or — Christ-fuckin'-forbid!— assassinated, and we'd never fuckin' know?"

"Your years as a King's Guard have really upped your latent paranoia, huh, Walker?"

"That's not the fuckin' point!" I snap. "The point is that you've put Chris' life on the line with your reckless, bare-brained—!"

"Or," comes the balky counter, "I've finally handed him a long-overdue chance to live life. And what better place to do that than in the Big Apple, the City that Never Sleeps?"

"He's lived life!" I protest. "He's gone to uni. Travelled. Fucked. Got his heat-broken. He—"

"—doesn't even know what he's missing!" Leo heaves a frustrated breath. "Everything he's ever done has been within the suffocating constraints of the gilded cage he's been trapped in since birth!"

"He's not you, Leo," I sigh. "He doesn't have this obsessive-compulsive need to kick over the traces."

"Which is why he's always been the better choice to succeed Father," he affirms. "But before he becomes King and his life turns into an endless slog of speeches and Council meetings, don't you think he should have the chance to have one night where he is free of supervision, judgement, consequence and all that other shite that's constantly holding him back? One night where he can just be Chris? Instead of a Prince? Wasn't that the entire reason for this trip?"

"So, what?" I demand sarcastically. "This is your twisted way of making up for the fact that you fucked him over when you gave up the royal ship?"

"I prefer to think of it as a long-overdue fulfilment of my previously neglected big brotherly duties."

"You could've done literally anything else," I grumble with a roll of my eyes as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Probably," he concedes. "But that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun, would it, Walker?"

I heave a breath.

But as pissed off as I was at Leo for pulling this crackpot stunt, I understood where he was coming from.

Because he was right.

Because even though he'd been the spare, he was still a Rys. And that came with expectations. Expectations that carried the weight of 800-plus years of heritage, legacy and tradition. Expectations that he couldn't escape. Especially now that he was the Heir Apparent....

...except maybe for one night in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave where nobody knew — or cared — who he was or what he got up to.

"Whatever," I grunt abrasively. Just because Leo was right did not mean that I was gonna give him the satisfaction of admitting that to him. Nor was it gonna deter me from doing my job. "So, where is he?"

"No idea."

I stumble to a stop in front of the doors. "What?"

"Mate," he chuckles. "I'm just the fixer. I supply the tools and the opportunity. What Chris ends up doing with them... That's not my business."

"So, you're telling me," I grind out slowly, so there was no room of misunderstanding, "that you let the Crown Prince of Cordonia — your future King — loose in the largest city in the United States... without a plan... without any way to get hold of him... merehoursbefore we're due to fly home for the start of the season?"

"'Bout right," confirms Leo cheerfully.

"Sweet fuckin' Jesus..." I rasp, running a trembling hand down my face as the sum total of my miserable life flashes before my eyes. Because unless I was able to somehow pull a goddamn miracle out of my ass, I was as good as dead. Bast was going to disembowel me with a blunt spoon if — when — he finds out that that Chris had pulled a fast one on my watch.

And I'd deserve it.

Because I'd broken my word.

And there was no atonement for that.

"Oh, ease up, Walker!" chimes the miscreant Rys from the other end of the line. "It's not the end of the world! Chris is a smart bloke. He'll—"

"I gotta go," I cut in. "And you better pray to God, Jesus and all the saints that Chris is on that plane before scheduled departure, otherwise you'll be explaining to Katie why she's suddenly married to a eunuch."

"Oh, com—"

But I've already hung up.

Lifting the phone away from my ear, I drop my head with a low exhale.

Christ, this was a clusterfuck...

Of all the contingencies I'd planned into this trip, 'manhunt' had not been one of them. Because while I'd expected Chris to cut out halfway through the night with a girl — or two — the possibility of us being left completely in the dark as to his whereabouts had never crossed my mind. Probably because I hadn't factored the massive wildcard that was Leo into the equation.

Sure, I'd expected that the elder Rys would try to pull some kind of prank, as per his usual MO. Hiring a surprise stripper. Spiking drinks. Staging a fake kidnapping attempt.

But actually making Chris disappear?

That, I had not seen coming.

...though I guess now I knew how Leo had always managed to skip out on his Guard detail without breaking a sweat.

Not that that helped me with my current predicament in any way... which was figuring out a way to locate Chris in one of the most densely populated US cities while flying blind in terms of tech, leads and planned destination.

Finding a needle in a fuckin' haystack would've been easier...

But I knew that I couldn't let the seeming impossibility of the task daunt me. I had to find a way, come hell or high-water. The fate of the Rys dynasty — shit, the fate of the entire kingdom! —depended on it.

Yes. There'd always been people who disapproved of the monarchy — it was undemocratic, a relic of the past, and a massive sinkhole of public funds. But there was a reason why the institution had survived, despite all the odds.

And that was constancy.

But that did not mean that the institution was invulnerable.

The country was still reeling from the aftershocks of Leo's abdication and Chris not showing up for the Masquerade Ball would only dump fuel on the anti-monarchist flame that had always simmered with varying intensity beneath the surface.

Because if the Rys couldn't keep their own house in order, how could they be trusted to run an entire kingdom?

And the last thing we needed right now was for that discontent to spark into an all-out call for abolition... or an another assassination attempt.

An involuntary chill runs down my spine at the thought...

...and that makes me even more determined to rise to the challenge.

Not because I was some diehard royalist. But because the Rys were — for all intents and purposes — my family, and I wasn't gonna let one ill-advised cockup put their lives in danger.

Setting my jaw, I lift my head back up.

It was all down to me...

Pushing my way out of the building's doors, I see that the cab that Gale must've called was already idling by the curb.

...but where to start?

Making my way over to the car, I rack my brains for the optimum strategy.

Should I head back to the club to try and get hold of any CCTV footage that could shed light of when, how — and in whose company — Chris had left?

I shake my head. Assuming that the bouncers even let me back in (unlikely), there was no assurance that the security staff would grant access to their recordings, given that I had no jurisdiction and no legal way to compel compliance. And even if — by some miracle — I got hold of the tapes, there was zero guarantee that they would contain useful data that would help narrow the search. So that option — while initially attractive — would just be a massive exercise in futility and a waste of my time. Especially since Schweitzer would probably have that angle covered already anyway.

I lay a hand on the door handle.

I could call 911 and get a city-wide BOLO issued...

Or did I need to go higher — to the FBI — because we were dealing with the disappearance of a high-value foreign national? In which case—

"Where to, pal?"

The driver's voice cuts through my thoughts.

"Err..."

But before I can formulate a response, my phone buzzes in my hand.

Looking down at the screen, I see that it's Schweitzer again.

"Oui?" I ask, answering the call.

"On a une touche."

I nearly drop the phone. "Where?"

"On his credit card..."

I heave a relived breath. There was a fuckin' God, after all!

"...someplace called Len's Papaya?"

I raise a brow. "The hell is that?"

There's some muffled chatter on the other end of the line. "Seems to be a hot dog stand located in the Whitehall Ter—"

"How long to the Staton Island ferry terminal?" I bark at the cabbie, yanking the door open.

The guy shrugs. "20...30 minutes?"

I freeze on the way onto the backseat. "That's too long..."

"Look, pal," huffs the driver. "I get you wanna hurry. But geography's geography. So I can't do nothing 'bout—"

"Je vous rappellerai," I tell Schweitzer, hanging up. Reaching for my wallet, I extract a fifty and hand it to the driver. "For the trouble."

"Thanks, but—"

"I got a back-up," I assure him, slamming the door back closed as I hit the one speed-dial on a number I'd hoped never to have to use on this trip.

The guy shrugs at me unconvincedly as he throws the car back into gear. "If ya say so, pal."

The call connects as the cab pulls away.

"O'Sullivan," I greet without preamble. "It's Drake Walker. Yeah. Listen... I'm gonna need that bird."

***

"You were lucky I was on the graveyard shift tonight, Walker," Derek O'Sullivan shouts at me ten minutes later as I clamper into the back of the Bell 412 helicopter that had just touched down in front of me. "Otherwise you'd've had a hell of time getting sign-off for this."

"Appreciate the short turn-round, man," I reply, slotting on the heavy aviation headset as I settle into the hard seat. "I wouldn't have called if it wasn't an emergency."

Back on the street, I'd realised what Chris' game plan was... and that I'd never get to him in time via any conventional mode of transport. So, rather than risk losing him in again (the credit card charge having been a massive, luck-o-the-Irish fluke) I'd decided to go straight for the ace up my sleeve — Deputy Inspector Derek O'Sullivan of NYPD's Special Operations Bureau.

Like they had tonight.

And every time a Cordonian delegation had shown up in the Big Apple — be it for a UN summit, a charity gala, or New York Fashion Week — O'Sullivan had always pulled through with squaring away any last minute paperwork or security arrangements.

And this time was no different.

...the yearly donations by the Crown to the New York City Police Foundation certainly helped.

"No sweat," he grins back at me as he signals the pilot to take off again. "It was my turn to do the donut run anyway. Though I gotta ask... What's with the Elvis look, huh?"

I raise a brow. "What Elvis look?"

He holds up his hands. "Hey. It's fine if you don't wanna put a label on it, but—"

I turn to look at him. "The hell you on about, O'Sullivan?"

By way of response, he tugs on the front panels of his shirt with a suggestive whistle.

My eyes narrow suspiciously...

...before widening in sudden realisation as I glance down to catch sight of my bare chest.

Oh, shit.

I'd been so caught up in the fallout from Chris's disappearance that I'd forgotten that Gale had ripped the buttons off my shirt... and that in the course of my high-speed exit, I'd ended up leavingbothmy jackets back at her place.

My head drops back against the cool metal of the cockpit with a groan. Fuck my fuckin' life...

O'Sullivan's laugh crackles over the headset. "Threw on the wrong shirt, did we?"

I shake my head. "Just... just don't ask."

"Hey, Hendricks!" he calls to the pilot. "You got any spare shirts stashed in this bird? Walker packed for Miami instead of Manhattan!"

"Fuck you, O'Sullivan," I grunt, folding my arms over my chest in a vain attempt to keep the wildly flapping front panels of my shirt together as we flit over the city.

"Hey, nothing to get embarrassed about, pal," he grins, turning back to look at me. "Shit happens!"

I roll my eyes. "No shit..."

Nothing's happened on this trip, but shit...

Straightening back up, he asks. "So, what's our heading?"

I heave a breath. "Last known location was Whitehall Terminal. But he's probably on a boat by now."

"Boat?" queries O'Sullivan in surprise. "Where's this guy going in the middle of the night?"

"To see the Statue of Liberty," I sigh, watching the kaleidoscopic glow of the Manhattan skyscrape whizz past below us.

To be fair, I should've guessed Chris' destination from the get go. Where else would he go, but the one place he'd been hankering to see since we'd watched the original X-Men movie late one night when we were kids? The place that was No. 1 on his list to hit up on this trip? The place he'd been cheated out of seeing by Tariq's motherfuckin' incompetence (and the weather)?

And the fact that he'd also managed to grab a greasy hot dog on the way? Well, hats off to him for managing to cross two items off his bucket list in one go.

...though he could've seriously done all this without a fuckin' signal jammer in his pocket.

"You're joking..." scoffs O'Sullivan. "We're chasing down a guy on a sightseeing tour?"

"Long, fucked-up story," I grumble. "The punchline of which is His Royal Highness ditching his detail and going dark in a foreign city."

"Must've picked up a few tricks from his brother," observes O'Sullivan. "Heard he was quite the Houdini."

"Tell me about it..." I mutter dryly, spotting the iconic silhouette of the Chrysler Building flash past on our left as we thrum towards the tip of Manhattan island. "This entire disappearing act was orchestrated by his brother."

"Then I guess we have our work cut out for us," surmises O'Sullivan. "Any idea which boat he's on?"

"Best guess is the Staten Island Ferry," I reply. "It's free, runs 24-hours, and the latest one left the dock five minutes ago." At least, that's what the official schedule had said when I'd pulled it up on my phone while waiting for my pick-up.

"Wouldn't he have booked a water taxi? Being a royal and all? It's more VIP..."

I shake my head. "Not Chris. He wanted the run-of-the-mill experience. Plus, there was no additional charge in his credit card."

"Could've paid cash..."

"Trust me," I reply, flicking O'Sullivan a sidelong glance. "He didn't."

He shrugs in response. "Okay, Walker. You're the one running this show... But we have limited flight time, so you better be right."

"I am," I assure him, watching the edge of the city curve away as we head out onto the black expanse of the Upper New York Bay.

And this time of night, it doesn't take long for us to spot the lone craft steaming past Liberty Island.

"Got any binoculars?" I ask.

"'Course," he confirms, handing one over.

"Thanks," I acknowledge, leaning forward to grab them before lifting the sights to my face.

Adjusting the focus, I zero in on the large orange watercraft I'd laid eyes on a moment ago... and begin methodically scanning the decks.

"Any luck?" asks O'Sullivan from up front.

"Nope," I reply tightly. "Can we circle back 'round to the starboard side?"

"He could be inside..." O'Sullivan points out. "Might have more luck radioing the harbour and—"

"No," I reply emphatically. "If he's gonna be anywhere, he's gonna be out on one of the decks. He's not gonna miss this chance to see the Statue of Liberty."

O'Sullivan eyes me for a long moment before turning back to the pilot. "Hendricks, you heard the man. Make a pass over the starboard side."

"Roger that."

The chopper banks to the side and soon we're drawing abreast of the ferry again.

"Anything?" asks O'Sullivan.

"Not yet..." I reply, roving anxiously over the decks of the large, orange craft as I feel my chest start to tighten up again.

Shit, maybe this was a bad idea... Maybe I'd jumped the gun... Maybe he wasn't on the boat... Maybe he'd just gotten a glimpse of the monument from the harbour and was now in the wind again, with no way for us t—

I jerk the sights back to the bow of the top deck.

And sure enough, I catch sight of that tell-tale lick of blond hair again that was whipping wildly in the breeze...

...as well as something that makes me do a double take.

I adjust the focus again, just to make sure I wasn't imaging things.

Harper's friend — Hayley — is stood next to Chris, wearing his jacket, an arm wrapped around his neck as she leans into him, kissing him while snapping a selfie as Lady Liberty looks impassively on.

"Fuck..." I mutter under my breath, lowering the binoculars.

"Did we strike out...?"

"No," I sigh. "We got him. But we've got another problem..."

"What?"

"His cover's about to be blown."

"By who?"

"By that girl he's with, who's about to upload the photo she just snapped of him to Twitter, Instagram and Christ-knows what else."

"And that's a problem because...?"

"Because if she does that, then it's only a matter of time before someone realised that the person she's with is the Crown Prince of Cordonia, who'snot at the Cannes Film Festival in the south of France. And the last thing we need is the paps getting hold of those photos to run a sleazy, front-page story about Chris' NYC fling, days before the start of the social season where he's supposed to choose a bride."

O'Sullivan sucks in his teeth. "You're right... That could be a problem."

"Need to get that phone..."

"Well, lucky for you, Walker," he grins, "we're the NYPD. We can make that happen."

I cock a brow at him. "Pretty sure that's illegal... Especially since you don't have a warrant for search and seizure... or grounds for a stop and search."

"I never said we'd get the phone," winks O'Sullivan. "Just said we can make it happen."

I run a hand down my face. Christ, this night just won't end... "What's your plan?"

The story continues in Chapter 9 (coming soon!)

A/N1 — So, you may have noticed that unlike in previous chapters (where I had entire conversations in French), for chapter, because there was (a) quite a lot of dialogue between Drake and Schweitzer, and (b) the content of these convos was rather critical to the events of the chapter, I've decided to just do the start of the relevant convos in French, and the rest in English to assist the reader experience 🤗 Translations for these snippets of French (in chronological order) below:

Schweitzer: —listen, you shit for brains, you need to pull yourself together and—

Drake: I'm here.

[...]

Drake: Yeah?

Schweitzer: We have a hit.

[...]

Drake: I'll call you back.

A/N2 — In relation to Derek O'Sullivan's presence in this chapter specifically (and the NYPD's in general) I have been advised that it is common for VIPs (especially those who bring their own security team to the host country — who would weapons and surveillance tech that may or may not be legal / require special dispensation to operate) to have a local police liaison to assist with paperwork, security, authorisations, etc.

To what extent these local liaisons have the power/ability to commandeer a helicopter (or other 'expensive' resources), however, is open to question (I couldn't find any direct reports of this happening), but for the purposes of the story, Drake needed a helicopter, so that's what happened. I guess I could've just as easily had him call on a resource from the local Cordonian consulate, but I decided to go with the NYPD route partially because (a) that's how Derek O'Sullivan popped into my head, (b) the NYPD definitely have helicopters, while the consulate probably wouldn't, (c) Drake probably wouldn't want news of this SNAFU filtering back to the Palace via the diplomatic back channels, and (d) there really have been situations where police officers have taken the chopper out on a donut run, as O'Sullivan jokes in the chapter 😅

All that said, this is ultimately a work of fiction, so I am allowed to some artistic / creative liberties 😇

Also, in case anyone is wondering, FC for O'Sullivan is Richard Madden 🤗

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syinisuga · 7 years ago

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Not So Gentle Lover

Suho x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Warning : Suho seems gentle at first but totally ain't dudes... lingirie teasing~ spanking~ oral(reader receiving)~

A/N: So here's another EXO oneshot, its gonna be a little rough but too much~ gon' be fluffy ya'll😁 hope you enjoy reading! Thank you for all your love and support!💜

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*text conversation*

Fri, 15:32p.m

"Hey Myeonie bunny how are you? Are you eating well? How's the concert going?"

Fri, 23:48p.m

"Im, going to bed now~ hope you're getting rest too myeonie.. good night"

Sat, 20:57p.m

"Myeonie bunny i miss you, call when you're free please~"

*end of texts*

"Haish... i miss him so much and he's so busy~.. but of course i'm not going to be angry at him for it cause being the leader of the Nation's Pick group EXO is most definetly not light work.. especially with the Elyxion Tour going on right now" i spoke to myself trying to ease my feelings a little.

"Well might as well go through twitter to see how Day one of Elyxion Dot is going on.." i say to myself as i take out my phone and start to scroll through twitter.

"Woah why is everyone tagging me in this video? What is this?" I say confused at all the mentions and tags on the same video.

I press play and realise that its my Myeonie's solo stage Playboy. I didn't think much of it first since i watched every single performance throughout the entire concert tour, but this was different. It wasn't like the other performances, this one is rather... seducing.

"Oh god myeonie~ what are you doing.. god you look so freakin' hot~ mmmm~" my eyes darken with lust and i rub my thighs together, bitting my lip as i watch my lover be dark and seductive on stage.

Suho wasn't the rough type with me in bed and in general. He treates me ever so gently and loves me with his whole heart. He's careful, sweet and a total honey bear around me, but when he's on stage, he truns into the sexiest daddy in the world. Just the way he moves his body when he dances like this is enough to get me dripping for him. Though i completely enjoyed his gentle loving, i've always wanted him to be a little rough, dark, and get me begging and whimpering under him. I've tried to enduce the idea to him before but it seemed like he wasn't interested so i didn't try it again. But now, watching him dance ever so sexily to one of the hotest seductive songs created by EXO, i feel the strongest need for him right now.

As i sit on the couch in our house, eyes closed and thighs rubbing together at the thought of my gentle lover treating me the way i want, soft moans escape my lips.

"Mmm myeon-ah~"

My imaginations were ever so rudely interupted by repeated knocks on the door.

"Aaisshh who is it now??" I whisper to myself in annoyance and walk over to the door to open it.

I was greeted by a boque of my favourite yellow roses and a smiling face behind the huge boque of flowers.

"Hello there my love" Suho greets me with the warmest most innocent looking smile on his face.

"Myeonieee!!!" I squeel in excitement as i pull him inside the house and hug him tight.

"Ahaha gosh i missed you so much" he says sweetly as he wraps his arms around me.

We pull away to lool at each other and he puts a stray strand of hair behind my ear before leaning in to kiss my forehead. I take giggle slightly and take the boque from his hand to place them in a vase on the table.

"Gosh i missed you so much, can we cuddle pleasseeee~" he asks as he squeezes me from behind and burries his face in my neck.

"Of course we can Myeonie~" i say with a giggle

He pulls me by my arm to our shared bedroom and we both plop down on the bed. Suho wraps his arm around me and hugs me thight, his face nuzzled up in my chest. I tangle my fingers in his hair and i feel him smile in my embrace. Suddenly the imagines of him dancing ever so illegally to Playboy playback in my mind and i smirk to myself thinking that today is the day i ask him to fullfill my every desire towards him.

"Myeonie?"

"Hmm?"

"That was rude"

"What was rude baby?"

"The way you danced to Playboy last night"

"Oooohhh" he looks up at me with a slight smirk.

"How can you be so gentle with me but look like and absolute daddy on stage? Why aren't you like that around me?"

"Huh? i thought you liked me being gentle on you" He traces his fingers on my back.

"I mean of course i love it when you're gentle with me but...." i pause looking at him.

"But?.."

"I want you to dominate me~ you know.. spank me and call me a good girl~ fuck me so hard i feel sore the next day~ leave marks on my body and call me yours and all that~ but i didn't want to tell you all this cause i was afraid you didn't want to do all that" i finally blurt out all my thoughts with a slight pout.

I notice the corners of his mouth form a smirk as he shifts up slightly so that he's now cuddling me.

"Oh baby... says who i don't wanna try all those things hmm?" He says as he lifts my chin up with his finger.

"I was..thinking of the same thing too.. i was actually afraid of accidentally hurting you if i did anuthing like that" he speaks softly.

"But seeing that you want it too.. why not then?" He winks at me.

I gulp when i notice is expressions changed from cute and sweet to dark and lustfull. He immediately pins my hands over my head and leans in kissing me hungryly. He then changes is grip on me so that one hand is pinning both my arms down while the other roams my body. His touch still soft and gentle but by the way he touches me i knew he wanted this too. His hand suddenly cups my warm wet core and i couldn't help but let a moan escape from my mouth into his. He smirks into the kiss and works his hand on my clothed core kneeding it in his large warm hands.

"M-myeon-ahh~~" i moan out as he pulls away from the kiss still massaging my clothed core.

"I can already feel how wet you are and i haven't even done anything yet" he hisses in satisfaction.

He removes his hand from its position and starts stripping himself from his clothes. I swear i never get tired of his well toned body that he works so hard to keep. He leaves his boxers on and leans back down to start and strip me. His smirk grows wider and eyes grow darker when he notices that i was wearing a sexy lace lingerie underneath my clothes.

"Well well, someone is prepared" he growls at me biting his lip.

"All for you baby~" i say in the most seductive way and i could tell that my choice of lingerie and the way i was talking effected him as a tent started forming in his boxers.

He immediately dives down to my core and kisses his way up my thigh. I bite my lip and look down at him in anticipation. He places a kiss on my clit before slowly licking his way down to my entrance. My breath hitches at his wet muscle on my core. I feel him smirk against me before attaching his lips onto my clit. He suck and nibles at it, humming while doing so to send vibrations of pleasure through out my body.

"M-myeoonnieeee~~"

He feels me start to clench and immedietly pulls away.

"I cant wait anymore.. on your hands and knees princess" he commands and i scramble to get on all fours.

I rest myself on my elbows causing my ass to be raised in the air for him. I turn my head around to find him staring at my full displayed ass as he removes his boxers and throws them on the ground somewhere. His rock hard member springs free and he licks his lips ar the sight of my ass on show for him.

"God i love the way your ass looks right now~" he growls and places his palms on each ass cheek.

He rubs and squeezes them before giving them a light spank.

"Fuck i love the sound of your ass when i spank them" he hisses and spanks me again.

"a-aahh~" i moan out at the new feeling of him spanking me.

I feel him rub his tip against my entrance and surge his hips foward, drilling into me immediatly. My hands grip thight onto the sheets, moans and groans, sounds of skin slapping fill the room as he completely looses control and thrusts fast and hard. His nails dig into my hips, leaving crescent shapes on my skin.

"Ugh you're s-so tight princess" he groans out.

His thrust star to become sloppier and my legs start to shake as i begin to clench around him.

"M-myeon-ahh i-im gonna-"

"M-me too"

I feel his thumb rub circles on my clit and the pressure he was giving was too much to handle.

"I-im a-about... t-to- aaahhhhhh~" i almost scream out as my orgams washes over me hard.

I felt him release inside of me soon after with a low moan. Slowing down his movements he finally stops and we both stay in our positions for a breif moment to catch out breaths. I felt the bed dip and i realised that Suho got off the bed. I just collapsed on the bed smiling to myself in satisfaction. He comes back with a wet towel and cleans me up smiling at me in the process, the sweet loving guy came back.

"I didn't hurt you did i?"

"No you didn't baby" i smile to him to reassure him and he smiles back.

Once he was finished cleaning me, crawled back up and gave me the sweetest most gentle kiss like he always does. He pulls away with a slight giggle and a wink before rolling over on my side and pulling me into his warm chest. I rest my head snugly in the crook of his neck and he play with my hair while rubbing my back to help me relax and fall alseep.

"I love you" he whispers and kisses the top of my head.

"I love you too Myeonie" i reply sleeply and nuzzle closer into his neck.

He smiles widely at me before closing his own eyes as we both drift off to sleep.

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#exo #exo k #exo suho #suho #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo fantasy

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esseastri · 7 years ago

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Megan Reads Oathbringer (part 6)

tfw you go to work halfway through a liveblog post. not a good feel.

Part 6 encompasses pages 394-476 (previous parts)

Okay, sleep is good, but it’s back to my boys time.

Only Dalinar would consider healing himself in a vision “cheating”

I’M SO EXCITED FOR DALINAR’S OTHER SURGE

let’s get some new magic up in here

“Welcome to my madness, ladies.” DALINAR PLEASE, that’s the most ridiculous greeting ever.

Navani getting all overly excited about an ancient fabrial is delightful. She’s like a kid on Christmas. Though if this leads to her figuring out the design and getting lil Regrowth machines out into the world so people can heal, that would be magnificent. And seems like exactly the thing she’d be planning on doing.

THERE WAS A TEARFUL MOTHER-DAUGHTER REUNION!! THERE WAS ONE!! I’VE BEEN ROBBED

I genuinely love how every time Dalinar orders the Stormfather to do something, he’s like “wtf dude, no I don’t take orders from you” but he does it anyway.

sooo..most of the time when a Radiant dies, their spren dies, too. But the Stormfather was actually...enchanced? by Honor’s death. Obviously, Honor isn’t a Radiant, and I get the feeling that the Stormfather wasn’t his spren, but there’s a certain similarity in that they were clearly connected in some way--if they weren’t, why would his death affect the Stormfather at all? So why did the spren memory loss thing work the opposite way for the Stormfather--that he was fuzzy and forgotten while his connected being was alive, and more sure of himself now that Honor is dead?

“Dalinar squinted, but he still couldn’t make out which were human and which were not.” I feel like that says something, doesn’t it? If you can’t tell the humans from the parshmen? the maybe you’re not so different after all? Maybe you all die the same way, you all bleed and fight and die the same way. And maybe the things you’re fighting for are different, but there’s something to be said for looking at things from a different point of view.

oooohhh honey, is that what they told you? That the Heralds ascended to the Tranquiline Halls? God, humans so want to believe the best of people--as a general rule, we are an optimistic race. We want to believe things will get better or people won’t disappoint us. The betrayal of the Heralds wasn’t even a thing they could comprehend. Why would their gods abandon them? Surely, it was because they’d earned a better afterlife, not because they were tired of being tortured and just...walked away.

I’m emotional about the surprising resilience of humanity, but also of the marvelous ways humans lie to themselves to make themselves feel better.

I’m also emotional about the Heralds. That’s a constant thing though, sort of goes without saying.

ARE WE ACTUALLY GETTING INFO ABOUT THE HERALDS!!!!!?? AAAHHHHHH WHAT

FINALLY

Wait, are you telling me that the Desolations--all of them--were started by vengeful, angry ghosts????

vengeful, angry Parshendi ghosts.

that’s...marvelous.

OOHHHHHHHH

THIS IS MY SHIT THIS IS MY JAM. TEN PEOPLE PUTTING THEMSELVES IN HELL TO SAVE EVERYONE ELSE AAHH THESE PEOPLE

strong, selfless, sacrificing people

who got tired. and fucked up. and broke. and I’m

goooddddd this is MY SHIT THIS IS MY FAVORITE GIMME THIS WHOLE NOVEL AAAAHHH

AND THEN THEY WENT BACK KNOWINGLY KNOWING WHAT WAS WAITING FOR THEM THEY WENT BACK AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN WILLINGLY KNOWINGLY I”M

I AM EMOTIONAL ABOUT THE HERALDS

also the Stormfather slowly gaining humanity/perspective on humanity is a beautiful thing to witness. Like, yeah, we got it with Syl and Pattern and will with other spren, I’m sure, but it’s wild to see it in the soul of a storm.

HE WASN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE THERE HE WASN’T A KING HE WASN’T ANYONE SPECIAL HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE AND HE WAS THE STRONGEST OF THEM AND HE NEVER BROKE HE NEVER GAVE IN AND HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE AND I”M

TALN

TAAAAAALLNNNN

I’M CRYING

I”M C R Y I N G

I AM UPSET ABOUT THE HERALDS

FOUR AND A HALF THOUSAND YEARS

(also that’s a lord of the rings reference I never noticed before, good job)

oohh shiiiiiittttt. they are reborn literally every nine days how the hell do you fight that

haaa um. the letter in the epigraphs--”it was agreed that no two Shards should settle in the same place”--my dude...you’ve got a limited number of inhabitable planets in this system. hate to break it to you, but... y’all were gonna end up in the same places. ..

“Everyone who might have been able to help us is crazy, dead, a traitor, or some combination of all three. Figures.” 1. Kaladin pls. 2. No, they can’t be dead. that’s too convenient. and also if they’d died before Taln escaped, he would have had someone there to help bear the torture burden and maybe wouldn’t have broken? Or...maybe I’m assuming Taln is stronger than he was there at the end.

Also, Kaladin, you don’t get to be self-righteous about the Heralds. I know you suffered and were tortured and survived with your oaths intact, but you almost didn’t--you reaaaally almost didn’t--and your tortures weren’t nearly as bad as theirs.

“Maybe that should make you reconsider those other wars, rather than using them to justify this one.” GET REKT, DALINAR. GOD, WHAT AN IMPORTANT LINE.

See, Shallan, that’s the beauty of Kaladin. He doesn’t consider whether or not something is “the sort of thing you say to the Blackthorn.” He knows what’s right, or what should be right, and he knows what needs to be said, and he frikkin says it. That’s one of the marvelous things about him--it’s not that he doesn’t care about the consequences, it’s that the consequences of him not speaking are worse. Because if he doesn’t speak, he doesn’t have a chance to change minds or hearts at all.

“You, three of your men, the king, and Adolin.” GOD BLESS THIS ROADTRIP

MMMMMMM YEAH NOPE

No wonder Jasnah and Taravangian got along so well; they have the same world philosophy. Murder a few people on the off chance that that might stop everyone else from dying.

Pragmatic, but ultimately horrible. And probably ineffective. The Heralds already broke. There was only a single year between the last two Desolations. It is highly likely that they any of them did go back now, they would simply break immediately and you’d have the same problem right away.

Usually, Jasnah has good ideas, but this is just. stupid.

ALSO THE FACT THAT HER ONLY OTHER SUGGESTION IS GENOCIDE OF THE PARSHENDI IS REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE. COME ON, JASNAH, YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.

Listen, I don’t think Jasnah counts as a really good therapist, but at least she’s...trying? to help Shallan? Shallan really needs a therapist.

“Is there a solution?” “I don’t know.” “Perhaps...act like an adult?” Amen, Pattern. Aaaaaamen.

Here’s the thing: I fully 100% understand that Shallan is a sheltered, frightened, PTSD, abused child who can’t confront her problems and therefore hides in various identities because it’s safe there. The problem is that this is the end of the world. Nothing is safe. And acting petulant because you want to sketch in a corner and hide and the big adults are forcing you to help save the world? Not an endearing quality.

I know she has panic attacks whenever she thinks about confronting her problems, and panic attacks suck ass, but you need to work through them? At some point, if you really hate yourself that much, you have to stand up and decide to change? Decide to be better. Shallan has said several times that she hates herself and she wants to change, but she refuses to actually do that. And yeah, it’s fucking hard, but there comes a point when you just have to grow up.

~*~unpopular Shallan opinions with Megan~*~

“Was she perhaps simply not interested?” Ace!Jasnah #confirmed. haha

Okay but like...Jasnah would never train you to be only a “mousy scribe” like...what the fuck, Shallan.

oh of course. Skybreaker...

Okay, so there’s the Sons of Honor--now Amaram’s domain. The Ghostbloods. The Diagram. Hello Darkness My Old Friend’s Skybreakers--which we know from Edgedancer were working on Ishar’s orders. The listeners and the parshmen. And us. the New Radiants. That’s.....a lot of groups with very conflicted purposes and goals.

Someone else in Amaram’s army was close to bonding a spren? and Hello Darkness took them out... Was that the other voice Syl was talking about? the first person she heard? who the heck was it.

“How long will Shallan go before she remembers we’re here?” Aw, Gaz, it’s like you think she cares about you guys.

I AM FREE FROM WORK AAHHH

going to work for 8 hours mid-liveblog just sucks y’all. Anyway. On we go!

“Teft woke up. Unfortunately.” I KNOW THE FEELING, MY DUDE

also good finally please tell me what my boy has been up to/where he’s been disappearing off to

......why this

we didn’t need a drug addiction subplot. why this.

also OOH HE HAS A SPREN? What type. It’s automatic to assume Windrunner, but what if it’s not?

WELL, I’M GLAD KALADIN AND ROCK FOUND HIM wtf we didn’t need this aargghhhh

We’re...really not going to get Azir, are we? I mean. that litany of what the Sunmaker did to them...I’m not freaking surprised that they don’t trust the Alethi. I wouldn’t. That’s horrible.

Dalinar has a point about living long enough to see his consequences though. And he’s actually doing a pretty good job of owning up to his mistakes and dealing with his consequences.

Probably wouldn’t hurt to, like...apologize to Azir though.

OMG LIFT HI

HI BBY GIRL I LOVE YOU

how the heck did she get in here though? is this some of her connected-to-the-cognitive-realm stuff?

pfff Gawx just being so excited to see her thas cuuutte. Besties 5evar.

OOHHH THE ART IN THE BUBBLE IT’S GOT THE PATCH RIPPED OFF

OHHHHHH OOOOOOHHH OOOOH MY BOY. MY MOASH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s alive I’m

aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

pfft “stew”. nothing will ever live up to Rock’s, I’m sure.

oh wait shit okay

I did not remember that Moash’s king-killing friends were Diagram peeps...I’m assuming we knew that in WoR but I did not remember and that’s... Why would Taravangian want to kill Elhokar? That wouldn’t do much to destabilize anything--that would just put Dalinar more firmly in charge... hm.

unless Taravangian wants Dalinar in charge because he know Dalinar trusts him... dangit. okay.

MEANWHILE I”M UPSET ABOUT MOASH

at least he didn’t throw the patch away. he can sew it back on when he comes back

OH GOD HE’S IMAGINING THEM BEIN HAPPY WITHOUT HIM AND I’M SAD? HE MISSES THEM SO MUCH

AAAAAHHHHHHH

n ooooo he didn’t tell them he didn’t want them to hate you it’s okay just...come hoooommmeee

OH SHIT NO NOT FUSED COME ON

LET HIM LIVE

I S2G

HE GOT A SPEAR OKAY HE’S GOT THIS HE’S THE BEST THEY HAD OH GOSH OKAY

COME ON, MOASH, YOU GOT THIS

“BRIDGE FOUR, BASTARDS” THAT’S MY BOY

IS HE GONNA BE OKAY

WHERE ARE THEY TAKING HIM

WHY ARE THEY TAKING HIM

STOP THEM FROM TAKING HIM

LET HIM COME HOME

I”M CRYING STOP PUT HIM BACK LET HIM COME HOME I MISS HIM

I legit thought he was going to kill Moash, I was ready to drive back to Utah, I WAS READY TO YELL AT PEOPLE OH GOSH

huh. art page: why are the sails on the bottom? Are these air ships? stick the sails into a highstorm, let it push you along on the winds? that...would be dangerous but REALLY COOL?

“Red, stop trying to make deevy a thing, it’s not gonna be a thing.”

it’s like groovy but worse sounding

so when is Ishnah, the espionage lesbian, going to call Shallan’s bluff?

Sorry, Veil’s bluff.

I feel like Shallan’s plotline in this book is just that Onion headline that’s like, “Area [wo]man thought breakdown would be more obvious”

I love Shallan being jealous and suspicious of Adolin’s flames, but Janala isn’t the one you gotta worry about. Danlan’s the one in the Ghostbloods. Ghostbloods? Diagram? shit, I’ve forgotten which evil organization she’s in... or if it even matters. She hasn’t shown up again, has she?

idk, Jasnah, Shallan was justified this time. Anyone making fun of Renarin definitely deserves the Sarcasm Bludgeon.

But Shallan, you weren’t invited on the boys road trip.

though, tbh, that could be fun...

BUT KALADIN JUST LEFT REVOLAR. MOASH JUST ARRIVED OR WAS DRAGGED WHATEVER BUT KALADIN JUST LEFT. THEY COULD HAVE SEEN EACH OTHER, KALADIN COULD HAVE HELPED HIM ESCAPE, HE COULD HAVE COME HOME.

ARRGGHH

“They had no reason to obey the lighteyes. They had no power, no authority.” That’s the problem with tradition. With having something so societially ingrained that you can never shake it, because you don’t think to try.

Moash no. don’t... don’t run yourself into the ground pulling wagons, please, darling, just... don’t die. Don’t give up. Stand your ground, find a way, come home

the letter in the epigraph: “Rayse is contained and we care not fot his prison.” yeah, uh...you gotta....you gotta do maintenance at the very least...to make sure he stays in prison? like...just...check the locks every once in a while? idk. this seems like it might be your fault if he escapes...

Sigzil being scientific and doing tests on them all is still so endearing. I love him.

Also poor Skar. let the man get his squire on, pls.

also, someone who can draw, please, please do an art of Rock doing the “Horneater victory dance” and skipping through a field of wildflowers and butterflies. Please. This is important art.

they still leave a hole in the conference circle for Moash, and hi this is my ghost I’m dead now bye

god, Kaladin would make them do squad formations in the air. Is there a goose-migration vee formation?

SKAR IS A GOOD. A GOOD TEACHER AND A GOOD GLOWING PERSON AAHH

Hey, guys, did you know I love Bridge Four?

#op #Megan reads OB #Oathbringer spoilers #ladyknightliveblogs #MY BOYS ARE SO GOOD AND I LOVE THEM #that's not spoilers that's known fact #Stormlight Archive #Oathbringer #Brandon Sanderson

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meowsaidmayaanime · 7 years ago

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2016 Monthly Watches and Top Picks

An amalgamation of links to my personal watches and top picks, that being said there are a lot of anime I have not watched. If there is an anime that you think I should watch, recommend it to me in my Suggestions page or in the respective comments sections of my posts.

NOTE: I do not have any monthly watches or top picks from January to April, because I started this site in May of this year.

Links To My Monthly Watches (New links will be added soon)

My Monthly Top Picks

May Top Pick

Tokyo Ghoul

Only a few minutes before my 21st birthday I finished this series. Which means that I was an emotional wreck crying out ‘he knew!!’ while also being super excited to go out and buy my first drink; a Bloody Mary, approximately 17 minutes after officially being 21. Anyway, Tokyo Ghoul is so good. I loved it because it did not follow the path I expected it to, every event and conclusion ended up surprising me but in a good way! Without spoiling too much or going into a full review, the main character never became a ‘Mary Sue’ and the way it ended was not typical in the least. I have so many things to say but they all contain spoilers, anyway I’m glad I wasn’t deterred from the anime because one of my friends said he didn’t like the manga because of his assumption about the character. Dude, you were way off, I haven’t read the manga, but the anime is so different and so amazing. 5 out of 5 would recommend!

June Top Pick

Blue Exorcist Movie

The movie has nothing to do with the plot of the anime at all, and takes place after the events in the series. Atleast I’m fairly certain it does? There’s an important (and spoiler-y) thing that happens at the end of the series, that is never addressed or acknowledged in the movie which I think is really weird….. Either way, the movie itself is simply a completely stand alone story from the series. And it was absolutely stunning! Sooooo much detail went into all of the backgrounds and items. On top of that its very well scripted, and the plot flowed incredibly well together without being convoluted, which is surprising since a number of movie sequels to tv series’s tend to go overboard by stuffing too much information into an hour and a half.

It was amazing. Its possible that someone could watch the movie without watching the single season anime, just because of how it was written. However you would not know the relationships or the back story of the main character, which helps to explain a lot of the terminology and setting. Especially the part about demons ect ect.

Either way, I LOVED this movie. I didn’t even know that there was a movie at all until just now. I’m going to re-watch it with a friend when she gets back into town and I am soooooo excited because I KNOW she will love it too. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT. I RECOMMEND THIS SO HARD.

July Top Pick

Haikyuu!!

I have boarded the sports anime train, and I don't think I'm ever getting off. This is the fifth sports anime I'm watching and I think it may be my favourite. It's funny too because I only recently started watching sports anime when I watched Free! last December.

This anime is fabulous! I know I say that a lot, but it is so true! Haikyuu!! is about Hinata who joins his high school Volley ball team. The rest of the show is about the developing relationships between the team, the development of their characters and skills, and their relationships between the teams they play against as they try to make it to the Nationals.

I love so much about this anime, every character is different, has their own reasons for playing, their own personalities, their own skills, and their own developmental journey. The characters are amazing!! On top of all that the animation is great, they animate the games incredibly well, and whenever someone does something that's particularly fast or strong they do a fabulous job of showing it through the art style and movements. Ah, I could watch this show for days, well, more days than I already have. (Click the image to view the gif, cause for some reason it won't automatically play...)

Look at the smooth animation!!

Speaking of the art style, It's different than whats common in anime, feeling a little more like a manga, but that's what makes it so great. The style allows them to make fabulous faces/expressions and movements. and Oh man the faces are great, I LOVE an anime that's able to use such a variety of expressions on so many different characters. Look at these faces!

Its such a feel good anime, its so light-hearted, and bright, and funny, and intense! There are only two season out right now, but the third season is to air this fall! I'm so excited!! so, So, SO excited!!! AAAHHHHHH~

This is a must watch. It doesn't matter what genre of anime you like, everyone should give this one a chance.

August Top Pick

Hyouka

So the first thing i need to mention is that this show is first and foremost a slcie of life that happens to include a lot of mystery. Not a mystery that happens to be a slice of life. I originally thought it was the latter which was why I was disappointed that it didn't end the series with a mystery arc, but instead the way a slice of life would.When you acknowledge the show for what it really is, a natural slice of life, it is amazing. For numerous reasons.

First the artwork is so incredibly detailed and beautiful. Second the visuals are distinctly different for each thing ti tries to convey, and completely succeeds in doing so. The audio is amazing, the music is beautiful, the animation is so smooth and they even animate things that aren't necessary to the plot but are animated anyway to make it all feel so REAL. Not to mention the episodes and mysteries are so well written!

look at the incredible amount of detail they put into EVERY SINGLE SCENE.

even when the background is blurred even people who we never learn about or see again have details in their clothes, faces, and expressions. I checked, we NEVER see these people below actually interact with the main OR minor cast.

I almost forgot, this show is about Houtarou a high schooler that sees the world in 'gray'and whose motto is "If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick." Convinced by his already graduated sister, he joins the classics club which was endangered to be disbanded because there were no more members. He meets a girl named Eru who also joins the club and discovers that he has a knack for solving mysteries. That is, only when Eru earnestly goes to him and yearns for him to solve the mystery because her curiosity cannot be contained. From there they quickly discover that the classics club has a past shrouded in mystery.

Its incredibly well done, I love slow the pacing myself, because it fits the flow and nature of the anime. However I do have a number of issues with it myself (some reveal content spoilers so I won't state those here). I admit that the way they ordered large mystery arch and single episode mysteries was not handled well at the very end. Don't get me wrong the ending fit the characters incredibly well and was very good and realistic, however considering the quality of the larger mysteries that were prevalent through the rest of the anime, I feel that they should have ended the series with a multi-episode arc and then one final single episode arc, rather than many single episode arcs strung together. The anime was an adaptation of a light novel, which covered 4 out of the 5 published novels. I've taken a look at the titles of the chapters and it seems that the 5th book is quite the elaborate story. One I would have liked to have seen in the anime, though would clearly have gone over the 22 episodes the anime ended at. Perhaps since this write up for the episode is already so long, I will create a post just about this anime. It definitely deserves more talking about!

Anyway, I do recommend it to veteran-ed anime watchers. It has a wonderful pace that does not push by quickly, great character development and insight, and fascinating mysteries and dialogue regarding such. Its perfect for anyone who loves natural slice of life. Those who enjoy mysteries would also enjoy this, as long as they understand that it is mostly a slice of life, and thus will follow the format of slice of life and not the format of a mystery anime. Its a stunning anime.

September Top Pick

Natsume's Book of Friends

This is an incredibly adorable show. Its heartwarming and has a 'feel good' movie feel to it. If anything taking into account the art style and how good it makes you feel it reminds me a lot of Fruits Basket. Don't get me wrong, its nothing like Fruits Basket in terms of story, but its got the same 'feel'.... if that makes sense.

Anyway, the premise is that Natsume is the only one able to see yokai (Japanese monsters/spirits/gods). After moving into a new town with some distant relatives, Natsume finds out that is deceased grandmother could also see yokai and made quite the reputation among them. She would take the names of local yokai and put it into a book called the book of friends, with their names she could control the yokai. Now yokai are coming after Natsume either to ask him to return their names or to take the book of friends for themselves.

The majority of the show is about Natsume steadily coming to understand both humans and yokai more clearly than he has before. Making friends, learning about the lives of others, learning about his grandmother, and finding out what it really means to be apart of a family and not be ostracized by others because of his ability.

This show is wonderful, its not as gripping or super emotion/action driven as some other shows are, but its very well done. The character are great, the stories are so heartwarming, and it breaks a number of the stereotypical cliches that are often found with anime about a character who can see something that others cannot. An example that I particularly love is how other characters who come into the mix who are also able to see yokai are not automatically 'evil' or an antagonist. So rather than causing mroe trouble for Natsume from the 'get go' they are actually there to help develop him into a better character. Which I love~ Any actual antagonist that shows up are antagonists for a real reason, rather than just for the purpose of having one.

If your into exorcism anime or anime that focuses on traditional Japanese monsters/spirits/gods you will love this one. It is slower paced and focuses more on story than action so keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that there are only 4 season out right now as of this post. Season 5 will be coming out with this falls simulcasts and I'm super excited for it

#2016 #msma 2016 #haikyuu!!#hyouka #natsume yuujinchou #natsume's book of friends #blue excorsist #blue exorsict movie #tokyo ghoul #msma monthly watch

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