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gayforcarstairsgirls ¡ 1 year ago
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WTF is going on in the UK? I looked in the tags but couldn't find any context :')
Hi Laks! I ask that question daily tbh-
As far as I can tell the reason that uk politics is trending is because Nadine Dorries finally resigned, basically as far as I know she's a Conservative MP who said she was gonna resign "with immediate effect" back in June (in protest for not getting a peerage, cause I think Boris Johnson promised her one but now rishi sunak won't give it to her lmao), but then she just... didn't resign?? For three months?? And she wasn't actually doing anything, like she wasn't really doing her job and they couldn't hold a re-election because she was technically still there so all her constituents were PISSED (saw one quote that said she was "as useful as a chocolate teapot" which I just love), so yesterday she finally resigned, 11 weeks after saying she would resign with immediate effect 💀
Also the reason that comic thing about train ticket offices is trending is because the train companies announced that they're gonna close down loads of ticket offices (making it way more difficult for ppl to get tickets, especially older people or people who don't have the necessary technology to jump through a million hoops etc), so ticket office closures is one of the things that the rail union want to be stopped as part of their requirements before they stop striking, cause they're on strike atm (I think it's the biggest rail strike we've had in decades?? Don't quote me on that tho I could be wrong)
Also another recent thing is that our PM Rishi Sunak "inadvertently" forgot to inform the necessary people that his wife has shares in a childcare business that he has decided the government will give a shit tonne of money too (he's "inadvertently" done this before, as if he needs it as well he and his wife are LOADED)
Basically everyone just wants Sunak and the tories out, this is our second unelected PM in a row, literally no one voted for him and everyone is super fed up
I assume the trending tag is what made you ask?? I hope that I have answered that somewhat coherently?? Cause tbh I was also surprised that the UK politics was trending usually that only happens when our prime minister is outlasted by a lettuce or smth yk 💀
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luveline ¡ 1 year ago
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hello miss jade ily! since you’re feeling the marauders right now, may i request something with any of the boys, pre-relationship and too lovestruck to speak? reader has done something innocuous, or she’s literally just standing there, and he can’t not break and smother her?
hello lovely, thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k
modern au 
You let yourself in quietly. Remus can tell without raising his eyes from his laptop that it's you. James would shout hello, Sirius would beeline for the downstairs bathroom. You close the door with care and leave your shoes under the stairs; Remus can picture you turning your head to one side gently, listening for signs of life. 
"James?" you ask.
"Just me," Remus says. 
You come around the doorway, beaming at him like he's the one you were looking for the whole time. "Hey, Remus. Don't suppose you know when James is back? He's going to take me to the garage so they don't rip me off." 
"Uh, no, but– but I could go with you?" he suggests. Remus isn't your boyfriend, but he wishes desperately that he was and he thinks that's a boyfriend's duty to perform, right? "I'd be happy to." 
Your phone dings. You pull it out with a smile. "Oh, it's James," you say, "he's still coming, but he's late. That's fine, I didn't have an appointment or anything. I'd love for you to come if you want, though, baby." 
Remus chokes on nothing, clearing his throat and sitting up to not seem so pathetic. "I'll come." Because baby? Baby?!
"Brilliant. How's you writing?" 
"Uh, it's, you know, happening. Slowly." 
Remus is admittedly much more collected regularly, but your sudden arrival, your smiling, and now your pet name, you've thrown him for a loop. He's doubly thrown when you sit down on the sofa beside him, no polite space, thigh to thigh and close enough to smell the oils in your hair. 
"I'm not looking, I promise," you say. 
Writing is a raw process. Knowing someone else's eyes are on it magnifies the flaws, but he realises with certainty that he doesn't care if you see it, flaws and all. "That's fine. I don't mind so long as it's you." 
"Lucky me," you say. 
You take your phone out. Remus doesn't mean to pry but you're right there, and your phone screen brightness is high. The text thread between you and James is open, your thumbs penning a quick response. 
Hey James, are we still meeting at the house? I'm omw. 2:17PM
yeah of course, remus is there so go have a cup of tea ill be there soon 2:30PM
ok 2:31PM
sorry running late !! Promise I'll be there, have remus make you a scone :) 2:40PM
I like him too much to have him act like my serf, you can buy us both big salted pretzels on the way home to say sorry for wasting his time 2:45PM
I'm sure he's just gutted to spend time with you 2:46PM
Nice one, James, Remus thinks incredulously. That's exactly what Remus needs, more evidence that he fancies you. You don't seem to have noticed either way, swinging a leg over your knee and finishing another text to James. 
I hope not, I love spending time with him 2:48PM
Remus turns to his computer screen, elated and guilty at once. He was not supposed to see that, surely. 
"Your word count is really climbing," you say, tucking your phone away. "A hundred and fifty thousand. I can't imagine writing so much… will you have to cut that down?" 
"Yep. Much more chance of being published if I fit their standard count. It'll need at least forty thousand words shaved off." 
You shake your head. "I can't imagine putting in all that work and then having to put in more work to get rid of it." 
"Think of it like refining, instead," he suggests, his fingertip sliding across the laptop's space bar. "I'm making sure nothing is boring." 
"I doubt it's boring if you're the one writing it." You stand to his surprise and stretch, a slice of your waist appearing as you twist away from him, an audible click emitting from your back as you roll your shoulders. "Can I make a cup of tea, please?" 
You've had a hundred cups of tea in this house. 
"You know you don't have to ask," Remus says. 
"But it's always nice to ask first," you say as you leave. 
He suspects you were talking more to yourself than him as you occasionally do, and he pays little mind to your movements in the kitchen. He has a lot of work to do and not nearly enough time to do it, and editing isn't as simple as cutting away. It's not obvious what needs to go. Remus has to have a deep think. 
He gets distracted. When you return he barely notices, busy rewriting a clunky sentence. It's not until your pinky finger brushes his arm that Remus remembers you're here, emphasis on you, and that he's besotted. 
When he looks up, he doesn't suppose he'll ever forget again. 
You're at his side neatening a plate of biscuits and toasted scones, the very tip of your tongue peaking between your lips in concentration. It's a simple thing, some might even find it unattractive, but you're totally focused on the plate of biscuits, your lovely eyebrows tightly pinched. 
You seem upset, for a moment. 
Then you meet his eye and any trace of unhappiness vanishes. You're smiling again, eyes alight with something he can't name. "I got you a couple of biscuits and stuff, hope that wasn't too forward. You never remember to eat when you're writing." 
"Oh, sweetheart," he says unbidden to himself, hands paused at his laptop, "that's not too forward." 
He sets his laptop aside and stands. There's nothing for it, no hold to bar —Remus steps forward to kiss your cheek and squeeze the top of your arm, the kiss swift and the squeeze less so. 
"Don't set up around me," he continues fondly, "we'll go have tea in the kitchen with the window open. You can tell me about your day, please. I should've asked you earlier." 
"Don't worry, there's nothing important to share," you say, and to Remus' delight, you've visibly flustered. 
His hand slides down the length of your arm to your hand, where he holds your fingers in his palm. "If it's about you, it's important. Mm?" 
You stare down at his chest and laugh softly. "Okay." 
It's a credit to his self restraint that he doesn't kiss you then and there. 
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starlightandfairies ¡ 7 months ago
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Ok ok I really love you! That's the last request hahaha I don't wanna annoy you ❤️ I had this somehow cute idea where you've fallen in love with him but he doesn't know and one time you get a little drunk with the girls, later deciding to grab a taxi to the Mikaelson house. Klaus is the one letting you in but Elijah already felt your presence and tries to keep you safe around Klaus, or as you start playing with their swords and stuff. Klaus watches with amusement at his brother taking care of a human girl and makes a comment like "better keep her before I do", and that wakes something in Elijah that he takes you to his room, just to keep you safe. You end up cuddled on top of him, admitting your love to him before falling asleep. He also realizes that he has feelings for you, but he decides to tell you properly in the morning when you wake up 😊😙
Description: A drunken reader leads to playful chaos between the Mikaelson brothers and feelings being revealed.
Warnings: she/her pronouns, drunkness, fluff, swearing
*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*
Thank you so again for requesting! No! You're not annoying me! I'm really enjoying getting requests so don't feel bad! I hope you also enjoy this one!
Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view
Word Count: 1,156
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First Person's POV
Girls' night out was amazing, I haven't had a night like this in ages, away from all the drama and finally able to just relax with the girls and just be us. I knew I was getting tipsy, I could feel my giggles becoming more and more prominent than normal. The girls were going home, so I decided to head towards the Mikaelson house, I stood on the street hailing a taxi and stumbled into the vehicle once it arrived. I asked to be taken to the address, the walk to the porch of the Mikaelson resident seemed like an incredible challenge, I'm sure that to an outsider I just looked like a fawn learning to walk but I felt as if I was climbing Mount Everest. 
I giggled to myself as I fell against the door, I sucked in a breath, trying to pull myself together as I knocked waiting for someone to answer. I was surprised when it was Niklaus, I waved almost childishly, smiling brightly at the Hybrid who clearly seemed amused by my current state.
In all honesty, I have no clue how I ended up sword-fighting with Niklaus, however, somehow this is where we ended up. Sword fighting in the parlour. I highly recommend it, however, do take care. I grinned brightly seeing Elijah walking forward with his usual look of concern plastered on his face, however, once he was at my side he smiled. 
"Good evening, Y/n, I didn't realise you'd be joining us." 
"Spur of the moment type thing." I turned my attention back to Niklaus, continuing our little sword fight, I jumped as Elijah used his speed to appear in front of me, I grinned excitedly but quickly pouted as he took the sword off of me. 
"How about instead you sit with me, and tell me all about your night?" The pout faded away, I nodded in agreement, sitting on the sofa with him and instantly began rambling on about every little detail that went on tonight. I'm sure I shared details I wouldn't typically share in normal conversation, my filter was non-existent and oh, how I know that if I could watch myself right I would wish for it badly. 
"Am I okay to take my shoes off?" I questioned glancing down to the hells that were now becoming painful and unwanted. Elijah nodded, though, after watching my struggle he lightly took my hands and proceeded to continue to charm me with his gorgeous smile that drew me in the first time I saw him. 
"May I help you?" I nodded, frustrated with my inability to undo the damn straps on my shoes, Elijah kindly took my shoes off for me and rested them to the side. The vampire stared at me for a good minute, assessing my needs and whatever else that was needed to be assessed. 
"I'll be right back, I'll get you some water." I threw my arms around him, giggling happily, thanking him and plopped back into the couch. I waited patiently for both vampires to return, I fiddled with my hands, staring at everything in the room and running my finger over my lips making odd sounds just for the sake of it. 
Elijah's POV 
I began pouring some water, and getting some things prepared for Y/n knowing that in the morning the hangover would come, I wanted her to be okay and wanted her to be safe. So I was quite glad that Niklaus chose to follow instead of causing more havoc with Y/n. 
"You know, brother, you better sweep her up before I do." His smirk and words struck a chord. He knew of my feelings, Niklaus knew that I would do anything for her and knew that he would follow through on his words. I made my way back to the living room, stopping in my tracks seeing her laying upside down on the couch, he head on the floor and her legs dangling over the backrest of the sofa. 
I bit back the smile dying to show, I sat beside her, smiling as she waved happily and awkwardly twisted and turned trying to get back into an upright position. I took her hands, smiling as she rested her head on my shoulder and that gorgeous smile just permanetly stuck on her lips. 
"Come with me, will you, please?" Y/n nodded, taking my hand and following me to my room. I handed her the glass of water, watching as she plopped onto my bed finishing the glass of water within a gulp and began curling up underneath the blankets. 
'Would you lay with me, please? I couldn't refuse, I nodded and kicked off my shoes and rested besides her. I wrapped my arms around her as she began to lay upon me, her eyes were fluttering open and shut her words escaping in a mumble. 
"I love you, Elijah. I really love you. Like a lot. Super a lot." Before I could even deny anything, I could feel her swiftly fall asleep, I didn't want to disturb her, I didn't want this moment to end. I knew that in this moment I wanted to confess my feelings for her, so I thought it would be best to do so in the morning. 
First Person's POV 
As the light shined into the room, I knew my headache would be a bitch to deal with, I pushed myself up into a sitting positon in the boat. I stretched briefly, jumping slightly to see Elijah walking into the room with a glass of water and a packet of painkillers. 
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you." I whispered, sipping the water and taling the painkillers. Elijah sat on the bed besides me, I rested my head on his shoulder and began sharing my apology. 
"I'm so sorry, was I a complete mess?" 
"No, not at all." 
"You're a liar." I whispered. 
"You were just really giggly and silly. You told me you loved me- I don't know how much of that was true..." 
"That was true, I meant that." I confirmed, seeing there was no point in denying the fact that I loved him. Elijah sat in silence for a good moment, I could feeel my heart halt for a second fearing that his reaction cold be poor and that he would react in a way that ruin our friendship. 
"I love you too." He whispered, his eyes focused on me, I glanced to him surprised and shocked about the outcome of the confession. I smiled pushing myself up and grabbed ahold of his face. Looking to see if the noble vampire was lying to me, he grabbed my hands, his look gentle and comforting. I knew just then that it wasn't a lie and that this was all true. 
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mareagirls ¡ 5 months ago
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OK this just hit me and if i wrote for joel id have a blast with this BUT
what if r and joel were out on a job somewhere or going to his storehouse outside the qz and instead of ellie being bitten and immune it’s r!!!!! the drama when she doesnt turn
LOL not me acting like you didn’t send me this request over a year ago, i’m so sorry it’s so late 😭 i hope you like it sweetheart. I’ll come back and check this for typos later!
> established relationship, established family dynamic, protective!joel, sad joel, sad ellie but she tries to hide it, sad reader but there is fluff and comfort and the end i promise
tws: reader asks joel to kill her (i'm not sure if this should be a tw but just incase!
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There’s a clicker snapping and snarling above you. You bring your arms up to keep it away from your face as you try to shove it off. Joel won't take the shot, you think, not when there’s a risk of hitting you.
With a final push of adrenaline, you manage to kick it up so it’s further off you. You scream out for Joel then, strangled.
“Fuck- Joel!"
The rippling bang of a gunshot pierces the air.
The thing on top of you goes slack, features still contorted in a gruesome snarl. You shove it off and scramble away, standing up as soon as you’ve put enough distance between you. Silence returns to the forest.
When you look up, you don’t find the relieved looks you’re expecting from either of your companions. Joel is looking at you, horror painted across his features as he stares at your arm.
You follow his gaze down.
Blood is leaking out of a clear bite mark just above your wrist. Your shirt and skin are shredded where the things teeth ripped into you. Red coats your hand, dripping thickly onto the ground.
Your legs go weak at the sight.
"Shit- shit, Y/N-" Ellie is panicking. She’s closer by, arms reaching out for you. You take a half step back, unwilling to let her get nearer, and her head snaps up. "It got you."
You all know what this means. It’s a death sentence. A promise that even if you’re not dead now, you will be very soon.
You look at Ellie with a wobbly smile that you know won't do much to placate her panic. She looks like she might cry and behind her, Joel has gone rigid - eyes wide, hands in tight fists by his sides. You don't know what's worse.
"It's alright, Ellie, sweetheart," you focus on trying to calm the girl down first. “It's okay. It's alright. You have to leave me here."
Before Ellie can retort, Joel stiffens.
"No- no." He collects himself, rolling his shoulders slowly as if to shake off the stupor. “That is out of the question.”
You think to yourself that denial looks devastating on him.
"Joel," his name is a broken supplication on your lips. "You need to take Ellie and get back to Jackson. She needs to be safe."
It’s low, reminding him of how dangerous the world is in an effort to make him focus, but Joel cares about keeping you and Ellie safe above anything else. Reiterating that he can’t protect everyone might hurt him, but it’ll keep them both alive long enough to forgive you.
You're shaking, you realise then. Tremors wracking your body as the adrenaline of the fight dissipates and leaves horror in it's wake. You glance at the bite again and a low wounded noise escapes you.
Joel steps forward, arms reaching out to comfort you instinctively, and you take two back, doing your best to avoid the hurt that flashes in his eyes. His voice is ragged when he next speaks, and Joel Miller has never been one to beg, but right now he’s sounding awfully close.
“Let us stay with you."
“The bite is in your arm, right?" Ellie regards you carefully. "You still have a few hours left. We can keep you company."
Shaking your head, you step further away.
"I don't want you to see me turn into one of those things."
“We’ll kill you before you get to that point.”
Ellie speaks matter of factly, but you don’t miss the way her hands flit anxiously at her sides. She’s tough, your girl, but you and Joel both know her tells better than you know yourselves. Behind all the snark and self assuredness, she’s a kid. You wont force her to watch another person she cares about succumb to cordyceps.
“Ellie,” you try to reason. “I don't want you to see me like that.”
You turn to Joel, expecting agreement, but he’s wiped his face clear of any emotion, inscrutable - you cant read him at all. He's putting his walls up, brick by brick in an attempt to hide how he feels. You don't blame him - you think you'd do the same were your roles reversed.
“We’ll stay with you, Y/N.” His runs a tired hand over his beard. “No infected or people 'round here for miles. We can set up camp. When the time comes...”
He trails off, like he can't bring himself to say the words.
And that's that.
-
Night falls.
Joel ties you up to a tree as a safety precaution, grunting a soft apology when he pulls the rope across your chest too tight and you wince.
Despite your protests, he bandages the bite, careful motions and gentle hands. He thumbs over it when he’s finished, more out of habit than reassurance. You doubt he even realises.
Ellie tries to crack some jokes, doing her best to alleviate the mood. You offer her a halfhearted smile in return but you can tell she's not convinced by it.
It all feels overwhelmingly pointless. Joel will have to kill you soon, and if he can’t, you’ll do it yourself. He's only delaying the inevitable by keeping you alive. When you try to tell him so - try to make it clear that he's just putting himself and Ellie in danger - the man’s shoulders go tight and he turns away from you.
You don't try to dissuade him again.
Now, Ellie is reading her comic by the gas lamp, eyes flickering to you every so often. You twist your body away from her as much as you can and stare into the dark of the woods. You don't want to risk her seeing you get sick. You want her to remember you healthy, smiling - not overcome by the infection.
Joel comes over to you with your water flask in hand and you shake your head. You shouldn't use up resources when you'll be dead soon. When you tell him as much, the man bites his lip but stays quiet. He doesn’t question you though - water is a valuable resource. He knows that just as well as you do.
"Shoot me the moment I start to turn." You murmur, quietly so that Ellie won’t hear you. Joel looks down at you, ashen. Some of the barriers that he’s put up since you were bitten fall away - you see glimpses of the Joel you know inside.
He’s afraid. Devastated. Doing his hardest to keep it together for you and Ellie.
"Y/N-"
"Promise me, Joel. Promise me you'll shoot me."
He swears it, and the words hang stagnant in the air between you.
You thank him before turning away again, raising your voice a little so that Ellie can hear you too when you next speak.
"Goodnight."
I love you both so much. I'm so honoured I got to love you. I'm sorry we didn't get more time. Keep eachother safe. I love you. I love you. I love you. I'm sorry.
It's easier than saying goodbye.
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You wake with a start to the feeling of someone tapping your cheek.
It’s still dark, the gas lamp casting long and shifting shadows on the small clearing where you've set up camp, but all you can think about is the fact that someone is touching you.
Flinching back with a gasp, you snatch your bitten arm to your chest. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to what's around you.
Ellie and Joel are kneeling by your side, the latter's hands raised as to not spook you. You blink up at them, not understanding. When Joel tries to get closer, you curl in on yourself, the back of your head clipping against the tree and causing you to wince.
"It's alright,” Joel’s saying. “The infection didn't take. You're alright."
You can barely understand him past the rushing in your ears, still focused on the lingering feeling of his rough fingertips on your face.
"Why would you- Fuck, Joel. I'm fucking infected! Why would you touch me? " You're panicking, gasping between words. All you can think of is that Joel touched you and he could get infected too now and Ellie will be alone if you both get sick. She'll have to kill you both.
Joel looks like he wants to get closer, but when he tries, you make yourself as small as possible- knees up against your chest.
"Please, Joel- I don't want to hurt you."
The man shakes his head but doesn't try to come closer again. "You won't. You won't."
"You're still alright, Y/N," Ellie is kneeling on the other side of you. She picks up your injured arm and tugs off the bandage before you can stop her. "Look," she urges. "The infection hasn't taken."
Sure enough, the bite mark is still there, - angry and red and crusted with blood, but there aren’t any purpling veins expanding from it. No greenish hue indicating infection.
This is a trick, you think then. A cruel trick your mind is playing on you in your last moments of clarity. A sick manifestation of your survival instinct begging you to not lose hope.
“You’re not feverish,” Ellie continues. “You’re not coughing or vomiting.”
When you look back at Joel, he looks so convinced - more hopeful than you've ever seen him in the time you've known each other. Nothing else has ever given him that expression. Not the Firefly's promises of revolution, not the prospect of a cure. Joel Miller's thought processes have always been grounded in reality - stoic, stony, calculating.
But right now it looks more like those of the countless QZ kids who get drawn into the Firefly's ranks every year on promises of a better future. You want him to snap out of it. Want to remind him that idealism can only bring trouble- he taught you that.
"The infection hasn't taken yet, Y/N." Ellie is still speaking, small hands gripping yours. "It should have by now. You're still alright. Maybe you're immune like me."
You fight the urge to believe her. "Maybe it's just taking longer to spread.”
"And why the fuck would it do that?" Joel snaps at you, breathing in deep when you flinch at his tone. He runs a hand through his greying hair.
"I'm sorry, I’m sorry. I just- think about it, darlin'," the pet name he usually only reserves for the moments you're alone slips out. "Ellie is right. It should have spread by now. It's been hours."
And you are thinking about it, you are, but you also don't want to hold onto foolish hopes. The likelihood of you and Ellie both being immune feels unfathomable.
“Don’t give me this, Joel,” you say, quiet.
“Don’t give you what? Hope?”
“You promised you’d shoot me!”
Your voice rises, and you realise then how hysterical you sound. Joel’s hand moves to his chest, like it’s physically hurting him to hear you speak like this.
“I promised I’d shoot you when the infection set in. It hasn’t.” His tone is clipped, even, but his expression is anything but.
“So you’re telling me that you’re going to be able to look me in the eyes and put a bullet through my eyes when it does? After you’ve worked yourself up into the idea that I might fucking survive this?”
Surprisingly, Ellie is the most level headed, interceding between the two of you.
She speaks quietly, evenly. “We should just wait a bit more.”
You try to intercede but she stops you.
“No, Y/N. You’re tied up and you’re not getting sick right now. We should wait a few more hours.”
“Ellie-"
“I won’t lose someone else if I don’t have to.”
Your shoulders sag under the weight of what she's saying. Ellie leaves no room for argument. She wraps a clean bandage around your wound and brushes her thumb over it the same way Joel did last night. They’re so alike without even realising it. You tell yourself that at least they’ll have eachother when you’re gone.
A tentative voice whispers inside your head;
If you’re gone.
-
By the evening of the next day, nothing has changed.
Joel and Ellie have barely left your side, the former only disappearing into the woods for a half hour before returning with a few dead rabbits.
"You should try eat something.”
You don’t have an appetite. Haven’t since you were bitten, but Joel and Ellie keep looking at you like you’ll keel over if you don’t eat, so once he’s skinned and cooked the meant, you take what is given to you.
Your companions seem to have taken this new change in their stride, Ellie especially has come to terms with the idea of you possibly being immune very rapidly, but it’s a lot to wrap your head around. You flinch away whenever they get too close, and when Joel tries to untie you, you don’t let him.
“Y/N.”
“Please don’t.”
He swallows hard but nods.
That night you fall asleep still tied up against the tree. You’re woken by nightmares of rotting flesh.
You don’t shut your eyes again after that.
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It takes three more days for you to let Joel touch you.
You let him untie you on the second because you’re painfully aware that your little group needs to keep moving. You’re unsure about whether you’re still heading for the Fireflies or if Joel has changed route and is taking you all back to Jackson, but you keep your distance either way, choosing to walk a few meters behind them at all times. You keep talking to a minimum, too overwhelmed and exhausted to say anything. Between the two of them, they make up for your lack of sound. Ellie chatters a lot anyway, and Joel answers all her questions, humouring her every joke. He’s filling in gaps that you’d usually contribute in you realise. Sometimes, their voices even drown out the noise in your head. It’s a pleasant distraction.
The next time you set up camp, Ellie goes straight to sleep. Something in her seems to have relaxed since you haven’t become infected. Joel is sat nearby, having offered to take first watch. His features soften when he doesn't think anyone’s looking. A small smile tugging at his lips as Ellie snorts and mumbles something in her sleep.
When he notices you staring, he offers you a tired smile.
“You should get some rest, sweetheart.”
Nodding, you get into your sleeping bag. You’re still not sure what to say and do, but if Joel thinks anything of your apparent immunity, he hasn’t shown it. He’s probably trying to let you rationalise and make peace with what’s happened on your own before he or Ellie give their input.
You try to sleep, you really do. But every sound the forest makes has you flinching, peering into the darkness, shifting in your sleeping bag restlessly.
You don't know if it's the overwhelming stress of the last few days, or the exhaustion, or something else entirely, but once you've started to cry, you can't stop. You try valiantly to smother the sound by clamping your hand over you mouth, but Joel has always been far too attentive for your liking. When the second sob leaves you, you hear him walk over. He stops in front of you, taking in your form (curled up in your sleeping bag, hand pressed against your lips, tears streaming down your face) and a small breath escapes him.
"Oh, my girl."
Before you can apologise, Joel is crouching down in front of you.
"Can I hold you?" His palms are up, open. He doesn’t mean any harm. He won’t hurt you, he never has. More importantly, you won’t hurt him.
Part of you wants to say no - still not used to the idea of being immune - but his proximity makes your skin sting and ache for contact, you're hurting almost with the absence of touch. After days of sitting so far away from Joel and Ellie with nothing but your jacket around you, you give in to him.
"Please."
It's all it takes. One minute Joel is still staring at you like he doesn't want to scare you off, and the next, he's pulling you firmly to his chest, sleeping bag and all.
He smells like pine. Feels like safety. When he presses his lips to the crown of your head, your sobbing intensifies.
"That's it, honey. Let it out. You're safe."
His arms are crowding you, but it doesn't feel stifling. It feels like coming home.
You shudder in his hold. “I’m scared, Joel. I was really fucking scared.”
“I know, baby” he coos - softer than you’ve ever heard him. “S’okay. It’s been a scary few days, hm?”
Another great sob cracks through you and you nod as Joel’s large hand moves up over your back to cup your head carefully. He holds you like a babe, like you’re something worth saving, and if he's afraid of the fact that you were bitten, he doesn't show it.
“It’s alright, honey. You’re safe. I’m gonna keep us all safe.”
He rocks back and forth gently with you clasped to his chest.
"It was killin' me, y'know? Not bein' able to hold you. Comfort you.”
"I'm sorry."
"You don't gotta be sorry, sweetheart. Just know that we got you." He smatters more gentle kisses along your hairline. "Me, you, and Ellie. We're a team."
You nod, because you are a team. You have been for months now. You trust them to keep you safe.
“What are we- What ‘re we gonna do, Joel? The bite…”
Joel shushes you easily, shaking his head.
“That’s a problem for tomorrow. We’ll face it when the morning comes.”
You sink into his chest further, nodding.
“Thank you.”
Joel pulls away ever so slightly to look you in the eyes properly.
“Don’t gotta thank me, honey. Don’t ever gotta thank me for anything at all.”
You fall asleep like that; held to his chest like something worth protecting. That night, no nightmares come.
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doyoulikethis-videogame-song ¡ 1 month ago
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Ask Masterpost 10/12/2024
I will be answering all the BLOG RELATED asks I have received since opening my inbox here :). Going forward, this is how all asks will be answered (if they are not time dependent or something). I will make a new post with new asks every saturday.
my friends and i have been including youtube links in our submissions. is that helpful or annoying?
It's helpful! Thank you :)
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Have you gotten a lot of repeat submissions? Like, songs requested by multiple people? If so, what’s the most requests you’ve gotten for a single song? (You don’t need to say what song it is if it’s one you haven’t posted yet)
I don't remember the name, but I've received a song from 'In Stars and Time' about seven times now
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I submitted a song from an indie game listing the author as the composer, but then I realised that's not exactly true, as all the music in the game is from a public free gallery. because of that, there's no official upload on youtube. would that still be ok? p.s. thank you for your work, I've come to really love this blog and i look forward to the new polls every day 💕
I'm going to say no, even though the song is in a video game it's not technically intended for the video game itself. I'm curious as to what game this is though.
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@kaerran said: Speaking of which: I avoided submitting a game earlier because the only versions I found on a quick search were entire-soundtrack-as-one-video and I wanted to make things easier on you. Is it okay if I submit my mid-90s games even if they don't have nice convenient Youtube links?
Of course that's okay, I'll find a way to work around it even if I have to crop the specific song out myself.
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Say a song that's made for a game and is in said game gets an official release of an alternative version that *isn't* in a game. (Ex: an extended version or a version with vocals) I assume that the in-game version of the song is acceptable, while an alternative version that isn't in any games are not. Asking because I've already submitted a couple in-game versions of songs that have official extended/vocal versions that aren't in-game.
Both are acceptable, for two reasons:
It's an official, original release/remix, presumably on an official album, for a video game, so it is technically a form of VGM even if it's not in the video game itself
I wouldn't be allowed to post the official NieR remix albums if I excluded these types of songs
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@moonlight-fox said: Hey. Question for when you reopen submissions - For songs that have lyrics, do you want the name of the lead vocalist as well as the composer, or just the composer?
If you know both, feel free to include both! Specifying would help a ton as well. Submitting the artists is optional as I'll almost always go verify it myself but it is very much appreciated.
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are there any games with more notable soundtracks that you're surprised HAVEN'T been submitted yet (if any)?
As of writing this, I haven't seen a single song from Persona 5.
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Hi, love the blog! Is there any way you could tag similar series? Like, tagging all the soulsborne games with a from software tag, that sort of thing? If not, it’s cool, I would just find it useful. Have a great day, keep up the awesome work! <3
I started doing this when I saw this ask, I hope the way I've categorized things is good so far! If anyone has any suggestions for further categorization feel free to send them in my asks (within reason, lol)
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can you put the number of the song in the anonymized title? would help us keep track of which song we're listening to if we're also scrolling
I also started doing this as soon as I saw this ask, thank you for the excellent idea.
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Are songs from live-service video games that have ended service permitted? I'm guessing that the answer is yes because I think I saw Dragalia Lost here but I just wanted to be sure before preparing songs to submit next month. Also, I noticed in your pinned post that it still says "submissions are always allowed" - since the rules are different now, you might wanna change that just in case some ppl get confused :3
Yes, songs from live service games that have ended are permitted :) (provided I can access the songs somehow of course)
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are we allowed to submit official live versions of video game songs? does its availability online matter (like how the splatoon concerts were officially uploaded, but the kirby 30th anniversary concert was only livestreamed once and has to be pirated now)?
If it's on an official album, I'm going to say yes. So no to the kirby concert -- but if the splatoon songs are on an album, they're allowed.
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i cant find if youve answered something like this already, but whats the verdict for songs thatare in video games, but werent made for them? like for example the inclusion of pre-existing low roar songs in death stranding.
As of now, I'll only accept songs that were intentionally made to be included in the OST/album/music of a video game series -- so no preexisting non-VGM songs or anything like that.
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out of interest, how far along the submission queue has been posted? when were the most recent posted songs submitted?
3.8% of the entire submissions I have received have been posted. Everything in active vote right now was submitted in July, hence the need to severely restrict submissions...
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are we allowed to ask if certain games/series are in the queue? because i cannot for the life of me remember if i submitted something a while ago and dont want to accidentally send it again when submissions reopen ^_^;
You can DM me for this as to not publicly post any spoilers :')
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@disgustedorite said: Um, when were the most recent songs submitted? I submitted a batch a while back when submissions were open and there's been no sign of any of them...I hope Tumblr didn't eat it @_@
Tumblr may have eaten it, but it's probably just as likely that I got a million gazillion submissions ahead of you :')
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genuine question did someone submit the entire destiny franchise at once or is it that popular and i just never see anything about it
Yes, in the very early days of this blog -- about the tenth submission -- someone submitted ~30 destiny songs.
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Do you accept music from mods? I mean, obviously you dont accept anything right now, but ykwim
Yes, as long as it's an original composition/remix :)
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@woolooism said: has any song won with any of the "i don't like it" results? if no, which one has the biggest relative percentage of it?
I'll have to check, but I think (off the top of my head) the song with the most "I don't like it" results is the Ao Oni chase theme
Edit: Apparently, it is actually this song from Lisa the Joyful!
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@violetsquare111 said: i'm curious, do you know when exactly the currently-running polls were submitted? curious just how far off mine are lol. (but i would guess mine are still a few months out based on the insane number of submissions you shared. 3000... oh god...)
July, so... yours are far off :')
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Do songs created for an event in a community engine driven rhythm game (i.e. original songs for custom charts in a rhythm game/community driven game engine) count for submissions? If so, how will they be counted?
I think I'm going to need an example of this scenario because this seems REALLY highly specific, haha
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A suggestion. When a song has lyrics, use a video that shows the lyrics in the reveal post. Please and thank you.
I'll do my best, but these aren't always the easiest to find, and I try to use songs from official sources as much as possible to prevent the risk of the video getting copyright stricken off the playlist.
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@only-blogging-2-save-rock-n-roll said: Would you ever consider doing joke polls for April fools day? Stuff like those MIDI remakes of song from Franchise A in the style of Franchise B
Probably not, only because it's not an official remix. I may post funny songs depending on submissions.
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would you be willing to maybe make a tag for just the polls, even if they're already over? i like going through them all without knowing what game they're from and i also dont keep super on top of checking this blog for new polls. thanks!!
There is one! It's #closed vote :)
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@sparrow-va said: Hi! I've had the hare-brained idea of possibly making some Youtube vids of listening to & reacting/trying to identify songs from this blog starting from the oldest submissions for my channel (LaserBearCat Gaming), is that something you'd be okay with? Obvs we would credit & link your blog for the source of the tracks c:
Go right ahead!
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I noticed the rules about submission has changed to one song per period per person, which I can totally understand given the amount and when trying to keep a fair chance for everyone will this rule be applied retrospectively too? just wondering because I had been submitting more than one song and just would like to know if I'd need to submit them again one per month now if I would like them to be considered as a submission eventually Also thanks for running this blog it's become one of my favourites and I check it out almost daily
No, It's not going to be applied retroactively -- I don't even know if I'd be able to enforce that because the sheet doesn't record who submitted what (right now).
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buckgasms ¡ 2 years ago
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Pom, it has plagued my mind and now it must plague yours. Alpha!Winter Soldier using you as his own person cocksleeve...
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Darling, this is such an old ask and I apologise for how long it has taken me, but I just wanted to do it right, so it took me somewhat longer that intended 😅. It has indeed plagued my mind! I hope I can make up for the wait with the very long filth that follows!
Because oh my god YES.
This will be dark with elements of dub-con & non-con so please proceed with caution or avoid if it's not your thing ❤️
Zayka means bunny in Russian because of course he has to have a pet name for us 😂
Imagine if during a mission he spots you? He's hiding somewhere looking for his target, and as he scopes out the area you walk into his line of sight?
And something primal lurches in the pit of his stomach that tells him, he has to have you, as soon as possible.
He points you out to his handler's and they make arrangements. They know sometimes the soldier needs release so they don't argue. As long as the job gets done right?
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You awake in a room unfamiliar to you. Your head pounds as you try and remember what happened. You were just walking through the park when a shot rang out. Everyone fled in different directions and as you ran out of the park.... You were intercepted... Two men in black military gear were calmly walking towards you... Then a sharp pain... Then nothing...
You realise suddenly that your own clothes have been replaced with a hospital gown and nothing else. Your body starts shivering with adrenaline and cold wondering what the hell is going on.
As you try to move the door unlocks and swings open. A huge man with a silver arm and piercing blue eyes is standing there in front of you. He only has a pair of black trousers on but even as the door is being locked again he is stripping them off as you cower on the floor.
"Theres been a mistake" you croak. "I shouldn't be here, I'm not... Please, I don't understand."
He walks towards you and drops to a crouch, running a hand across your cheek and assessing you. "Yes. It's you. I wanted you..." He rises, offering a hand which you don't accept, trying to shuffle away from him as quickly as you can. He threads his flesh hand into your hair and pulls, not hard but enough to stop your movements.
"Be good, be good for me and I'll make sure they let you go. Be bad and I promise nothing. I need you.... It needs to be you."
He sounds almost desperate for you. Like his control is only surface deep. You look at him and see pain behind the strength he easily displays. You glance around. No one is coming to help. Maybe if you're good....?
"Ok..."
With that he lets go of your hair and scoops you up in his arms carrying you to the poor excuse for a bed and places you down with more gentleness than you were expecting. He immediately removes your gown and pushes your thighs upwards, giving him direct access to your heat.
"Perfect" he murmers before diving down and licking and sucking at your cunt. His tongue dips in and out of your heat, then he sucks at your clit before shaking his head and stimulating your whole pussy.
Despite your lack of willingness, it is extremely effective and before you can even catch up, he has you on the edge of orgasm in moments. But he's not giving you that yet.
He grips your ankles and spins you, so your head is now hanging off the bed, inches away from his crotch. "Take it out and suck it" he orders and when you don't move he lands two harsh swats to your thighs. As you cry out you are moved into action. His dick springs free and you grip it before guiding him into your mouth.
He groans and stutters a little before his metal fingers are probing into your folds. The cold, hard metal sends shocks through your body as he chokes you simultaneously. "Fuck, good girl." He growls as his hips slide steadily into your mouth. Drool and tears mix on your face as he fucks your cunt with his fingers. Your moans and wails are muffled but the sensation on his cock sends him feral.
"Knew it had to be you. Fuck, made for me zayka" he growls, his cock pressing further down your throat as he brings you to a earth shattering orgasm. He over stimulates you, until you are flailing your legs to escape his touch.
"Easy, easy now" he says, removing his fingers and pulling his cock from your mouth. You lay, twitching as your body recovers from your climax but he's nowhere near satisfied.
"Up zayka, hands and knees"
You shudder and move slowly into position but he isn't satisfied so moves you again, his little ragdoll to play with. He pushes and pulls you until you are laying on your back, watching as his cock taps on your folds.
"So wet for me hmm? Made for this aren't you?" He waits until you nod, then sinks in, hand around your throat as he sheathes himself all the way. You both emit a long moan at the feeling before he starts pumping his hips again, skin slapping against yours as he fills you up.
Your hands flail around, gripping his metal hand that's fixed around your throat, scraping at his chest. He swats it away. "Touch yourself little slut. Play with yourself or I'll bind your hands" He growls and you can only obey, tentatively rubbing circles with one hand while your other paws clumsily at your breasts.
"Good girl, my good girl"
His praises have such a confusing effect. As much as this is wrong, you want to please him. He's making you feel so good. It spurs you on, with the hope that it will keep you alive. You want it to end. But you never want it to end.
Your walls clench tightly around him and he groans, emptying himself into you as he keeps fucking you to your second, intense orgasm. When he pulls out he watches as his seed drips from you, mixed with your own release and he rubs it together, taking a taste and moaning.
Finally, you think it's done. You curl away and wait for him to leave, but instead strong hands turn you back over. "Not done" he states and drags you to lay on your front, not before you catch a glimpse of his already semi-hard cock.
"I can go for longer than most kayza" he explains as you feel his cock press against your sensitive folds, dragging up to your puckered hole. You whimper and he reaches around, squeezing your breasts and shushing you. "You're doing so well... Be good for me..."
You whine as he sinks back into your puffy folds and holds there. Relishing the feeling of your spasming walls. You barely notice as he spits on to your ass and rubs it around before sinking his finger in slowly.
"Have you been taken here?" He asks, and you nod slightly, "just once" you mutter and he tuts. "This belongs to me now. You and your pretty holes are mine." He lands a slap on your skin and you cry out as he slides out of your pussy and into your ass.
He dips in and out of both holes, using your wetness to ease his entrance into your tight hole. The pleasure mixed with the pain drives you senseless, bucking your hips as he sinks further and further in. Finally he is fully seated and both of you are panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering both of you.
You feel his hand sink into your hair and pull you upwards so your back is pressed to his chest. "Taking me so well... Knew you could..." He ruts upwards, fingers rubbing mercilessly at your clit as he fucks you. You are sure you black out at his fingers slip into your folds and curl towards your g-spot making your whole body tremble. He groans in your ear as you whine, desperate for release again. He sucks bruises into your neck and shoulders, occasionally sinking his teeth down to leave impressions in your skin, marking you as his.
"Please...please" you beg as you teeter closer to your limit of pleasure. "Come for me, come as much as you want... Going to fill up your holes kayza..."
His talented fingers and never ceasing cock drag you to another peak and he holds you tight in place as your jerk and squirm through it. He growls again as he comes in your ass, holding himself in place making sure you don't lose a drop.
You fall to the mattress again and can't help the exhaustion that takes over your body. He climbs over you and drags your body to his. "Sleep kayza, more later..."
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You awake to the feeling of fingers in you, and find his cock being guided into your mouth. You squirm and cry but he shushes you and threatens a spank. "Suck and I'll make you feel good..."
You take his cock in your mouth and he wraps his thighs around your head, trapping you in place as his tongue and fingers delve into your pussy. The focus on breathing removes any other thought from your mind, focusing you onto one task and blocking out the fear that is now dissolving in your stomach. For his part he works your body like he's known it for years, kissing your folds, nibbling and biting your sensitive thighs and curling his finger gently inside you.
His cock tightens before he releases in your mouth, almost choking you in the process. It's clear he has no intention of releasing you until you are dragged to another climax, your walls now intensely sensitive as he curls his finger beyond what you can take, until finally he releases you from the headlock and your body falls backwards.
He hovers over you, hands pressed either side of your head. He presses sloppy kisses to your face, almost like he's forgotten how to. His lips drag over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He pulls back to look at you. "Open your mouth" he says and you comply. "You swallowed it?" He growls and you nod, feeling suddenly embarrassed even though you shouldn't.
"Next time hold it, I want to see it..."
Your cheeks redden and you shiver again. Next time? You felt sure it was almost over. But the look on his face suggests not. He follows up by spitting in your mouth and squeezes your cheeks, making it drop over your lips and chin.
"It's like you were made for me kayza... So perfect.... So soft and sweet..."
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He let you sleep for a while, and during that time he was summoned. They spoke in Russian and he took on the role of submissive. He nodded and was led out of the room with heavily armed guards.
Maybe while he was gone they would set you loose? You didn't know anything, you were innocent.
But you waited hours. At some point a meal was shoved through a flap in the door. You waited for a moment but your hunger took over and you scrambled to the door and ate whatever mush was on the plate.
You wrapped a blanket around you and sat cold and silent. You didn't know which was worse. Waiting for him or being with him. You tried to understand how you let yourself surrender to him so easily. You felt like you did nothing to stop it, but what could you do? No one was here to help you and at least he seemed to care about you... In his own way.
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You heard thundering footsteps heading down the corridor outside your door. With a short pause it was suddenly open and he was back in the room. You sat there staring at him as he stood staring at you.
He shrugged off his clothes and walked towards you. "Show it to me." He said, gesturing to your lower half but you couldn't move. "Kayza, be good or I can be bad..." You exhaled and dropped your thighs open and he hissed as your swollen pussy leaked out his release. He dipped his hand down and rubbed making you whimper at the touch.
Once he was naked he laid back on the bed next to you. His hands drifted over your body where you sat until he was pulling you into place, sitting on his body. "I can't, it's too sensitive..." You pant as he lifts you up by the thighs and guides you to sit on his fat cock.
"No, no, you take it, you can..." You can't escape his grip as he drags you down with one hand and guides his cock into your heat. Your hands grip at his chest and you cry out as he stretches you. You gasp for air and he just holds you still, shushing you as you are overwhelmed.
"You're made for this. Look at you... Still taking me all the way..." He lets his soft hand drag over your body, squeezing here and there, pinching your nipples until they are swollen and sore from his actions. He rolls his hips experimentally and even he can't cope with the way your walls clamp down on him. "Fuck, that's right... It's just want you like huh?"
He stops again, letting you calm down before rolling again. He keeps this torturous pace, stopping and starting until tears track down your face and the only thing keeping you up is his hands around your throat.
"Did they touch you while I was gone zayka?" He whispers, hands squeezing slightly tighter, hips thrusting slow but deep. "N...no...no." He growls again as your eyes roll in your head. "Tell me why... Why did they leave you alone?"
"Because....ah..b...because I belong....to you."
He drags you forward and crashes his lips to yours in a primal kiss, you return it clumsily, moaning in his mouth. His hand reaches round and presses into your ass as he ruts. "That's right.....mine."
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Time passes, probably days but they are a blur to you. He leaves and returns once more, the rest of the time he uses you, holds you and occasionally you sleep.
Until one day he goes, and he's gone for a long time. Your only sign of life is the weird meals that pass through the door every several hours.
Eventually someone opens the door. Not the soldier. A guard of some type. He throws a gown at you and leads you to a quiet room with a scary looking chair. Are they going to kill you now.
Despite the horror of the situation, you find yourself wishing for him. At least he was gentle, these guards did not look gentle.
Suddenly he is marched into the room and thrown into the chair. You watch horrified as he is strapped down, a glassy look in his eye. He looks at you briefly, a flare of possession and recognition shot towards you.
"We are going to wipe his memory, but we can't deny the effect you've had on him. Kept him much calmer than the others before you." A guard explains as doctors whizz around the room, pressing various buttons.
"If he remembers you, little kayza," he mocks, "then you can live. If not..." He cocks his gun near you and you shiver. An impossible fate lies ahead of you. Death or life, but what kind of life would it be?
You are forced to watch on as he screams during the process. Tears track down your face in fear, for both of you. Clearly he is as much a prisoner as you.
Finally the ordeal ends. They speak to him in hushed tones as various plates of metal are removed from his body. You are pushed forward into his eyeline.
Your heart is in your throat as he stares at you. Will he remember?
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slaymybreathaway ¡ 1 year ago
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Jersey (Charlie Conway x reader)
Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 833
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I woke up to Charlie's arms wrapped around my waist, our legs were entangled and my head resting against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat.
We won last night's game and my legs are aching, Coach Orion kept me on the ice the whole game. We won 6 - 2 and the whole team was going out for Pizza to celebrate. I looked at Charlie's alarm clock and it showed 10:30.
I carefully tried to untangle myself without waking up my sleeping boyfriend. I slid out from under his grip and stood up. He started to stir and I was scared that I woke him up. He turned over and settled down.
I looked through the overnight bag that I had packed to stay In Charlie's.
Denim shorts and a red tank top with a black and white flannel to go over it.
Then I thought of a better idea, I walked over to Charlie's wardobe and opened the door. His green Duck's jersey was hanging up on a hanger. I took it down, grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom to get changed.
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I woke up at 11 and immediately noticed that y/n wasn't there. Instead, there was a note on my bedside table.
My Dearest, Charlie
I'm going to Connie's before we go for food, love you
Y/n
Is it weird that just seeing her handwriting made me blush? Ok it's probably a little weird.
I got up and brushed my teeth. I decided that I would wear my green Duck's jersey because we won.
I ruffled my hair in the mirror and opened my wardrobe. My white jersey was there but not my green one. It can't be in the wash beacause I haven't worn it in like a week. I can't ask my Mom either because she has already left for work.
"Odd, where is it?" I thought but didn't think much about it and put my white jersey on with a pair of jeans.
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I knocked on the door of Connie's house and her Mom answered the door.
"Oh hello y/n. How are you sweetie?" she asked and let me in.
"I'm doing great, my legs are a bit sore after last night's game but that's alright. Where is Connie?" I said.
"Oh she's up in her room dear," She said and went into the kitchen.
I ran up the stairs and could hear 'About a Girl' by Nirvana being blared from Connie's room.
I knocked on the door snd she told me to come in.
When I walked in she looked at me confused and said "Why is your j- WAIT... Turn around."
I turned around and Connie started laughing. "Look at you! Soon to be Mrs. Conway," she joked.
"haha I wish. I just stole his jersey," I giggled and sat down.
"You guys are so cute I cannot deal. So how was your sleepover? Did you..." she raised an eyebrow.
I threw a pillow at her "NO! Connie, god. We just watched a movie,"
Connie laughed "Ok, ok... Sure you did,"
I stayed in Connie's for an hour or two before heading to Tommy's Pizzaria.
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I was walking to Tommy's with Goldberg around 2 and talking about y/n.
"Dude, you never shut up about her. I understand why though, she is hot. Let's say if you... Mysteriously break up for some unknown reason. Can I have her?" Goldberg asked, which made me laugh.
"Haahha I hope you're not planning to kill me now Goldie... And It's bold of you to assume that she would want you," I winked.
"Well yanno I am irresistible," Goldberg flexed his non-existent muscles.
We walked in and the bell rang above us. I looked around for the team and saw them with 2 big tables pulled beside each other. Everyone was there except Goldberg and I.
I saw y/n sitting down, deep in conversation with Fulton. She was wearing her green jersey but It seemed a little big on her. I looked again and realised that she was acctually wearing my jersey.
It looked great on her though. Of course it was a bit big but... right yanno. It might have been that the name Conway was plastered across her back. It showed everyone that she was with me and it made me think about how good Y/n Conway sounded.
I could feel my face getting hot. Goldberg noticed what y/n was wearing beacause he nudged me.
"Nevermind, doesn't look like she'll be leaving you anytime soon," he winked and went to sit beside Julie.
Y/n looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw me,she beckoned me over to sit on the seat next to her.
I sat down and kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear" So that's where my jersey went."
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deadricslover ¡ 1 year ago
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relationship dynamics with SV5 pt.2
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here's my masterlist!
a/n: here's part 2 as requested 😌 I might like this one more than the first...
warnings: use of y/n..I'm sorry, dirty jokes (I laughed at this one HELP)
summary: just some more relationship dynamics with our fav driver, seb <3
pairings: fem!driver!reader x different eras! Sebastianvettel
pt. 1 here!
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gf who has a funny laugh + bf who makes her laugh to hear it
you're rudely stolen out of your daydream by a voice calling your name repetitively and a finger being poked into your upper arm trying to get your attention. You look over and realize it was Seb causing that annoyance.
"seb, you're literally a child. what do you want" you reply raising your eyebrows, accusing him of your statement
Sebastian completely ignores this comment and only sees that you are out of your daydream
"'Please! Please give it to me! Give it to me now!' she yelled. 'I'm so wet, give it to me now!'"
"seb!" you try and stop him, not knowing what he's doing
"let me finish, I can't leave it there" he pleads.
"was that part of it?" you ask
"no" he sighs, dragging out the 'o' sound slightly, defeated that his delivery didn't go the way he wanted
"'Please give it to me!' she yelled. 'i'm so wet, give it to me now!' She could scream all she wanted, but I was keeping the umbrella." he says trying to get a reaction out of you
you stare at him for a second contemplating before a smile grows on your face in amusement
"Seb, that is so stupid" you hold back your giggle but smile in amusement to let him know it was entertaining.
"go on. let it out" he smiles
you laugh and he Snickers too, seeing your reaction. He spent all day trying to think of a joke to make you laugh, and he thought dirty jokes were the way to go. He had practiced his delivery making sure it was perfect-- even though it wasn't, before telling it to you.
"but it made you laugh" he replies still giggling
"yeah, doesn't mean it's not stupid though" you let out, throwing your head into his shoulder, holding onto his arms for support. he wraps his arms around you embracing you in love and admiration. your laugh is one of his favourite things about you, whereas, you try to hide it as much as possible as you think it's very silly. For some reason Sebastian always knows how to make you laugh though. And he loves it.
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sarcastic gf and gullible bf
currently you were talking strategies with your race engineer, awaiting the call for you to get in your car at the starting line. You never did very well in this particular race. The Monaco grand prix. All the twists and turns were ok, but the narrow track? no, it didn't suit your driving style. You've gotten podiums a couple of times here during your career but nothing higher than third place. This year you were feeling hopeful though, you had been practicing your butt off getting ready for this and you feel like you might have a chance. Finally you are told to go to your car as the formation lap would be commencing soon
on your way, you pass Sebastian waiting for his engineers to move out of the way so he can get into his car. He spots you walking by and stops you by placing a hand gently on your upper arm
"you excited for this race?" he asks genuinely curious
"no, I hate racing, and I don't wanna be here" you reply sarcastically rolling your eyes for drama
"oh" he relies confused at your answer. he awkwardly looks at you for a moment and reassures you it will be okay, and goes to turn back to the car
"seb, I'm kidding. I love racing, obviously" you mention to him
he looks at you confused and then realises you were kidding the whole time, like you had said.
"sorry, I don't realise you were messing" he adds, smiling lightly.
"yeah, you never do" you tell him smiling back at him before saying goodbye and good luck and leaving to get into your own car and start racing.
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always cold gf always warm bf
you were visiting some old friends that you and seb made in Monaco, years ago after one of his wins. You had met them in the bar after celebrating Sebastian's win with the redbull team. They all had departed and you two stayed back and started talking to a group of four who congratulated seb on his win. You guys had always stayed in contact in group chats and in private too, but no matter the communication, you were always updating eachother on your lives.
In monaco-- which was where you all were at the moment-- it wasn't the usual, typical, monegasque weather, but it was cold and cloudy which didn't mix well with the usual night time tempuratures.
You had underestimated how cold it would be and had only gone out in your dress, with your bag and your partner. Walking there wasn't the issue, nor was sitting at the outdoor table in the restaurant, but the journey on foot back? that got you. It was chilly and windy, and darker than it was a couple of hours prior.
It wasn't freezing, and Sebastian definitely didn't think that it was, It was a solid 13°C which wasn't cold enough for a jumper for seb, but was cold enough for a winter jacket for you, you had always been a summer girl because of this. whereas, Seb, was very good at adapting. this was something so small that Sebastian had noticed about you two, polar opposites, hence why he kept a jacket of his with him nearly everywhere he went. You and Seb were hand in hand walking the lit up streets of Monaco making your way back to your flat. You wouldn't admit it but you had goosebumps, He had told you to bring another layer but you were against the idea because you thought this time would be different as the daytime was very warm. Seb lets go of your hand gently and shakes his jacket off of his shoulders, putting your arms into the sleeves and pulling it up, rubbing his hands up and downs you arms a couple of times, to generate a bit of heat for you.
"won't you be cold now?" you question, turning to him.
"It's warm, I don't know how you're cold" he replies
"seb, I'm shivering. How do you not think it's even a little bit cold" you retort, completely baffled by his answer.
"I don't know. we are just different, you're basically always cold and I'm the opposite" he replies telling you about the little thing be had noticed about the pair of you
"why did you bring a jacket then?" you asked, thinking you were going to catch him out in a lie
"because you didn't. I knew you would get cold-- like usual, so I brought this" he informed tapping the jacket lightly against the opposite arm, as his arm was thrown around your shoulder for comfort and also added heat.
a quiet 'oh' slips past your lips "seb, that's so thoughtful" you say gently leaning your head on his shoulder and placing your hand over his that was around you.
"just don't want you getting cold" he jokes slightly, but he knows it's true. you both giggle at it as you reach the door of your home in Monaco.
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this was part two for you guys who messaged and commented about it!
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princesspastel8 ¡ 3 months ago
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Chapter 9: A night to remember
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Dipper POV
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"Pinetree!" I hear Bill shout, disturbing my sightseeing.
I sigh, turning around and walking inside. "Yes, Bill?"
"I just wanted to introduce you to the interdimensional criminals and nightmares I call my friends! Eight ball -"
"Cryptos, zanthar, teeth, keyhole, hexagon, morphing shape, Pyronica, pacifier, and those flying eyeballs currently creating your throne of stone humans as we speak." I said, cutting him off while looking at his friends blankly. I know who they all are. I pacifically remember eight ball and teeth.
Bill pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "well alright wise guy."
"Bill, where did you get this puppet from?" Eight ball said.
"Yeah! He's sucking the joy from this party!" Teeth shouts while holding a glass of wine.
"I don't know you two. He's kind of cute." Pyronica said, stepping uncomfortably closer to me.
"Oh, shut up horn face. You flirt with anything that moves." Keyhole said while pushing her. The two begin to fight over matters that did not concern me.
I feel someone... or something behind me. I jump, turning around while subconsciously pulling my pocket knife out. I hear everyone burst into laughter, except Bill. I glance at him, the look of pity colored his features, but is quickly masked by a wide grin.
"What use could this flesh bag be?" Pacifier said, in a threatening tone.
Before I can fire back at the damn thing, Bill cuts it. "Quiet down! If it wasn't for pinetree here, none of this would be possible! Treat him with a little respect, and no one gets hurt. Or killed. Depends on my mood."
No one said a word. They look shock, some whispering and questioning Bill's response. I sigh. Now I'm irritated, and nothing good happens when I'm irritated.
"Why is it so quiet?! Let's party!" Bill cheers.
The tense atmosphere quickly vanishes, replaced by cheers and loud music. I cringe, the loud music giving me a headache.
"Bill." I call out nervously through my mind, hoping he can hear me.
I watch as Bill glances at me from his throne. He slowly floats down towards me. "Yes, my pinetree?" He hums calmly.
"The music is giving me a headache... And bringing bad memories. I'm going to look around. And think of a plan to break the dome."
Bill nods his head in understanding, petting my head as if I'm a dog. I slap his hand away with a frown. "Ok. Just call my name if you need anything."
"Fine. But no petting me. This will not become a thing."
"Awwwww, but it's so cute watching you get all flustered~"
I blush unwillingly, turning away from him. "Fuck off!"
As I voice my response through my mind, one of Bill's friends calls him over for a round of 'spin the human' he looks at me with a smirk. "See ya pinetree!"
I roll my eyes, beginning my journey around the triangle shaped castle. It's strange....remembering how Bill nearly killed both Mable and I. How everyone thought he was gone the moment Stan memories were erased. I'm sure it didn't take Ford Long to realise that Bill simply returned to the mindscape of his dimension.
I chuckle, tracing my fingers along the wall. I smile bitterly as I begin to laugh. "The moment everything went back to normal my life slowly... but surely became a living hell. She had the nerve to cry.. in front of me?! That bitch!" I shout, punching the wall. I hiss, looking down at my now bloody knuckle. I sigh, "I really need to calm down and -"
I'm cut off by a strong shove to the shoulder, pushing me to the ground. "Ack! Hey, what the hell-"
I'm cut off yet again by a kick to the stomach. I gag, struggling to breathe since the wind is knocked out of me. I look up to see Pacifier. I clench my jaw in anger. "What the hell is your prob- AH!"
I cry out from him, picking me up by my hair. I felt my body begin to shake from fear and frustration. This is bringing back memories I wish never existed.
"You're nothing flash bag. Just a pathetic, weak human. Bill helped you achieve his own goal while using you. Face it human, you're nothing but a skin puppet." It's deep voice said, venom dripping from its tone.
I feel tears welling in my eyes as I bite down on my lip as it starts to bleed. I spit in its face, tears flowing down my cheeks. "Fuck. You. You damn baby demon!" I shout.
Its face stays stone cold, showing no expression. It reaches for my arm, grabbing it and squeezing it tightly. I whimper and shout in agony, hearing the bone snap out of place. I close my eyes, thinking of one name... the only being I know I can trust.
"Bill!"
Within a millisecond, I feel a par of strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly and protectively. I slowly open my eyes, greeted by a very angry Bill. I glance around, noticing a hole in the wall, smoke flowing out of Bill's index finger. He looks down at me worriedly. "Are you alright, pinetree?"
I smile but whince in pain. "M-my arm...."
He looks at my arm, the rage in his eyes growing. "Oh... Don't think human arms bend that way.." he said and poked it.
"Ack! Bill, you idiot stop! Just fix it!"
"Uh...are you sure? It's going to hurt. I'm not a gentle demon, you know."
I chuckle. "I don't want to meet a gentle demon. That'll be weird, don't you think?"
"Oh, the irony! Anyways, get ready...three two-"
I shout in pain, my eyes watering. "B-BILL YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO COUNT TO ONE! NOT END AT TWO! YOU IDIOT DORITO!"
He simply shrugs his shoulders, which only makes me want to strangle him. "You should be grateful I fixed it."
"No. That hurt so bad..." I whine, slowly moving my now fixed arm. "What happened to um....Pacifier?"
"I blast him through the wall. Glad he didn't come back inside. I would've killed him."
I roll my eyes, wiggling out of his arms. "Isn't there a room where I can rest? And plan for our next move?"
Bill nods his head but grabs my hand. "Always reading and planning! Why don't you loosen up a bit?"
"No thanks. The sooner we break down the dome, the sooner -"
"Everyone, listen up! Go and break down that dome! And don't back back until you're black and blue in the face!" Bill shouts, everyone leaving except cryptos.
"I....I'm already black in the face..." He points out with a wide grin.
"LEAVE!" Bill shouts, his form red and suddenly huge.
Cryptos yelps, running to the entrance and jumping out. Bill calms down, turning to face me with a wicked grin. "Now we are all alone. So, no lame human excuses."
I groan, placing my thumb and index finger against the bridge of my nose. "Alright, fine, fine. What do you want to do, Bill?"
He floats around me in circles, rubbing his hand against his chin while he thinks. A lightbulb appears over his head before disappearing in blue flames. He looks at me with a devilish grin, leaning closely to my face.
"Remember the time you had against that tree? After killing those three flesh bags?"
I blush heavily, looking away from him. "Y-yes....what about it?"
"I want to do things of that nature! What's it called...sex? We reproduce differently as demons."
"Y-you want to sleep with me? N-now?!" I shout in complete embarrassment.
"What? Do you not want me?" Bill questions in a mocking tone, enjoying the scene before him.
"O-of course I want you! I-Its just...subben....coming from you." I admit. There's no point in lying.
"Great!" He picks me up and snaps his fingers.
We appear in a huge bedroom. The colors consist of red, yellow, gold, and black. Typical Bill. He throws me on the bed, which is surprisingly soft. He stares at me from the foot of the bed, his hands behind his back.
"Wh-what?" I ask nervously. "Why are you just standing there?"
"Put on a show for me. Like the one I mentioned before."
I'm sure my face is completely red at this point. It's different doing it while thinking about him... but in front of him!? Well, technically, he was watching me in the forest....he even - NO!
"B-Bill I can't...it's to em-embarrassing...."
He frowns, snapping his fingers as my clothes disappear. "I don't think I asked. I gave you an order....now do it."
I blush heavily, the dominace oozing from him in waves. "Y-yes Bill..." I whisper, losing my composer.
"I can't hear you, pinetree. Louder. And you look at me when I'm talking to you."
I look up at him, placing two fingers in my mouth. "Yes, Bill." I said, not breaking eye contact.
I turn around, my back facing him. I lower myself into the bed, my back arched and ass up. He demands a show, and that's what I'll grant him. I remove my saliva covered fingers from my mouth, rubbing them against my hole before sliding them in.
"F-.....Fuuuuck~" I moan, slowly moving my fingers in and out, readying myself for Bill.
"Look at me." He said with a frown through his teeth.
I turn my head to look at him, the sounds of my moans and sticky fingers going in and out of me filling the room. I stare into his eyes, enjoying the fire beneath them.
"B-Bill~," I moan loudly, pushing my fingers deep inside.
I notice him shift, becoming bothered by the tent in his dress pants. I smirk as he frowns. He leans over the bed, pulling my fingers out and replacing them with his.
"Bill! Aaahh~"
He uses his other hand to reach down and grab my neck, lifting me up so that I'm leaning against him. He squeezes tightly but gently. I moan out, enjoying the heat rush through my body from his touch.
"You smirking at me like that? It seems like you were mocking me. Were you pinetree?" He whispers in my ear before blowing and biting it.
"Nn-aahhh...n-no bill I wasn't- aahh!" I cry out, feeling him slide his fingers even deeper, twisting them around.
"And now you lie to me? Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, but you would like that now, wouldn't you? Damn slut."
I whimper at his words. I didn't think Bill can say such terms. He changes our positions. He's now resting against the head of the bed, his legs stretched out with a smirk on his face.
He licks his lips before resting his hands behind his head. "Undress me. Now."
I waste no time taking his shoes off. I undo the zipper to his pants, pulling them down quickly. My eyes widen to the huge boner poking against his underwear. I stare into his eyes, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of his yellow dress shirt.
"You're going to regret teasing me like this pinetree." He growls.
I remove his bowtie, throwing it to the ground. I lean closer to give him a kiss on his neck. "I think I'll enjoy whatever you have in store." I hum, kissing down his chest and stomach.
I slowly remove his underwear, his boner spaking me in my face. I stare at his length in shock. IT'S HUGE! I hear him chuckle, making me look at him. "B-Bill it's so -"
"Less talking, more sucking pinetree."
I glup, slowly wrapping my hand around him. I feel myself break out into a nervous sweat. "I have to be great for Bill...." I thought to myself before sliding his tip into my mouth.
I feel him tense as he grips my hair harshly. I glance up at him, slowly forcing more of him into my mouth. He relaxes as his head leans back.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck~ j-just like that Dipper.." he goans, gripping my hair a bit tighter.
I whimper, bobbing my head up and down at a slow pace while gripping and twisting my hand around the rest. I twirl my tongue around his tip, sucking roughly.
Bill moans and looks down at me. "O-oh damn...Y-you can do better than that dipper~," he said, reaching over to slap my ass.
I yelp, lift my head up for air, and drool all over his dick. I stare into his eyes and lick my lips. "Yeah... you're right." I hum before taking a quarter of his left in my mouth, leaving a little of his length so I won't gag. I move my head up and down quickly while twisting and twirling my tongue, flicking his tip a few times. I feel spit slip pass my lips as I suck roughly.
He tenses, placing his other free hand deep into my brown locks. "F-Ffff! Fuck! D-Dipper~....s-so close!" He groans out, his breathing becoming irregular.
He forces my head down, taking him whole into my mouth. I gag as my eyes water, feeling his body begin to shake slightly. "P-PINETREE!~" Bill shouts, cumming loads into my mouth as his eyes roll back.
I glup everything down, pulling my head up as I gasp. I cough, glaring at him. "Bill, you idiot-"
He smiles, but his eyes are still in the back of his head. "Oh, pinetree.....And I thought pain was hilarious...that was damn comical." He said, his eyes turning back to normal but in a daze.
I raise an eyebrow in worry. "Uh Bill..are you alright, h-hey!-"
He cuts me off by pulling me into his lap, slapping both ass cheeks. "I'm not done just yet, pinetree." I yelp, blush covering my face. He grabs the back of my hair, pulling my face down to his as he slams his lips to mine. I hum, slowly closing my eyes. I grind my ass against his dick, enjoying the soft hums in between kisses.
I pull away, looking at him with begging eyes. "B-Bill...please...make me yours."
"You need a little education in the begging deportment." Bill chuckles, rubbing his length in between my ass cheeks.
"A-ah! please! Oh, Bill, pleaseeee~ I'll do anything!"
He raised an eyebrow, moving his hands to my waist. "Then ride it. Ride it like you own it."
I don't argue. Bill knows just how long I wanted this. He knows how long I wanted to be his. To be one with each other. This...is all I've ever wanted.
I slowly lower myself onto him and tighten my grips on his shoulders. I hiss at the burning sensation, my body feeling as if it's on fire. "B-Bill I-I.."
"Shhhhhhh." He whispers into my ear. Take your time, baby... I'm all yours..ahhh~" he moans, licking the top of my ear.
I whine, my hole slowly but surely adjusting to his size. I begin moving my hips slowly, my back arching with each thrust. "O-oh yesssss~" I moan.
Bill watches me with a lustful gaze. "Yeah....j-just like that... you're doing great, my little pinetree aahhh~, he moans, leaning his head down to lick my left nipple while also pitching and pulling the other. "Y-you're so tiiiiight!"
My eyes roll back, moving my hips faster. "Yes! M-more Bill, please!" I beg.
He starts sucking on my nipple again, flicking his tongue against it. My mind goes completely blank as I stop my movements, tensing up around him. The pleasure is to much, to much to concentrate on riding him.
"B-B-Bill.....h-help please...t-to much..so gooood~" I whine.
"As you wish my dear pinetree..." He said while spreading my ass checks, ramming into me.
His deep, long strokes start off slow and gentle but quickly become rough and sloppy. I cry out in pure ecstasy, drool sliding down the corners of my mouth. I wrap my arms around him, screaming to the feeling of him slamming into my prostate.
"YES YES YES! R-RIIIIIIGHT THERE~" I cry, tears appearing on the corners of my eyes.
"I-I'm close p-pinetree.... FUCK! Dipper~" Bill moans before biting down into my neck, feeling his teeth sink into my flesh.
I slam my hips down, meeting him with his thrust. "FUCK FUCK FUCK YESSSSS!~ C-CUMMING....c-cumming~" I shout, my body and hole tensing around him. I cling onto him for dear life, waiting to calm down from my high.
Bill cums seconds later, filling my me with his sticky, thick fluids. I feel my body burn from head to toe as if it's on fire, but in a good way. I rest my head against his, goosebumps appearing all over my body, even my face.
Bill pants, coming down from his high. "W-wow...pinetree that was -"
"Amazing..." I smile, kissing his lips softly. "I feel... so hot..." I yawn, closing my eyes.
Bill picks me up from his lap. He lays down, placing me next to him and my head on his chest. "We did just have a very 'heated' session." He smirks.
I open up eyes and look at him, frowning. "Your puns are not funny." I said blankly, yawning again.
Bill pouts, rolling his eyes. "Whatever..." He said while snapping his fingers, the lights turning off in our room.
I hum against his chest, closing my eyes. I can't shake the burning blaze of heat resting in my heart, brain, and core. It feels...off yet comforting and soothing.
"I love you... Bill..." I whisper, not knowing if it was loud enough for him to hear.
Before I hear or wait for a response, my mind shuts down for sleep, replaying the events of this night on repeat.
This will forever be a night to remember..
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wannaeatramyeon ¡ 1 year ago
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i have a silly little (very angsty) idea but im not sure if its what you would be comfortable writing so please ignore this if youre not up for it!
im thinking of gun, goo, samuel, vasco, and eli (seperately + remove anyone u want if its too many) with a recovering addict reader who they thought was clean but had actually relapsed awhile ago and they find out (whether its bc reader ODs, they catch reader high, they find readers stash, whatever reason)
sorry if this is a sensitive subject, they j tend to help me a lot, thank you in advance whether you write it or not.
TW: Substance recovery
Hi Anon, I hope you are doing ok. Stay strong, you can do this. Please ping me if you ever want to talk or vent. I really wasn't sure about writing this because my experience is sorta limited. But hopefully this helps.
Lookism Boys helping with Recovery
Gun, Goo, Samuel, Vasco, Eli
You've felt the symptoms of withdrawal before; the cold sweat, the nausea, the shaking. This isn't the first time you tried to quit but you hoped it was the last.
However, all this was caused by your boyfriend standing in front of you. Your body violently registers what is in their hand before your brain can. Your stash, your just-in-case, and you want to throw up.
You slump to the floor, head hanging in shame. Too ashamed and guilty to meet their eyes, to find disappoint and anger at the promises you've broken.
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Gun has seen a lot of things in his life so far. A lot of people addicted to a lot of things, and himself is no different. He thinks about the cigarettes in his pocket, and his own unhealthy obsession with fighting - that he is very willing to give his life up for.
With you, he understands the struggle, the pull. The battle everyday.
"Y/N," he says, crouching down next to you and taking your hand in his.
Your name is soft on his lips, and finally you meet his jet-black eyes. To your surprise you see no judgement.
Gun places a tender kiss on your forehead, "What can I do?"
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"Princess-" Goo starts, and he can see you flinching. He can be unrelenting with his sharp words but he would never- Never with you, and never when you're so vulnerable.
His voice softens, "Have you been-"
He doesn't need to finish your sentence and you're already vehemently shake your head. You need to let Goo know that it's not what he thinks. You haven't been using, you've just been keeping that around.
And now you think about the words to explain yourself, you realise how stupid that sounds.
The silence stretches.
"Hey," and Goo is next to you, an arm around your shoulder, "I want you around for a long time and a good time, ok?" He wipes the tears from your cheeks. "Your Goo-bear is here for you."
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Samuel crouches down next to you, but you still can't bring yourself to look at him.
With careful hands, he tilts your face up to meet him and thumbs away your tears.
"You haven't?" he asks, and you say no, leaning into the comfort of his palm.
Samuel thinks about what he can do, and after a beat, announces that he's going to take some time off work. Your immediate thought is he's trying to keep an eye on you, he needs to babysit you, he doesn't trust-
"Y/N." And that stop your brain from spiralling. He knows you too well. "You're not alone."
Samuel presses a kiss to each of your eyelid, kissing the tears away, "I think we both deserve a break. Why don't we go away somewhere together?"
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Old Vasco would react with anger and disbelief. Now, after talking to you, after educating himself, he tries. He really tries.
Something he had to do without Jace, or any of the Burn Knuckles because he wouldn't betray your trust like that.
And the more he reads, the more he understands. Sort of. Vasco still sees the world in black and white, but more and more shades of grey are entering.
"Is there more?" he asks, and you shake your head. "I'm just going to..." he trails off, binning everything he found before he seeks you out again.
It kills him to see you struggling, to struggle everyday. he wants to support you anyway he can.
"I'll never fully understand but. Y/N. I want to help."
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Eli has made many mistakes in his life. He thinks about Heather, he thinks about Hostel, he thinks about Olly and his own drug use.
But you and him, that's not a mistake. That's so far from a mistake.
"I didn't know you were still using," and you hear the question in his voice. His desperation to prove him wrong
"I'm not!" You deny, and it's the absolute truth.
Not since Eli and not since Yenna. And with Eli, the unfortunate reality is that his love for you is contingent on this.
That he won't allow anything like this around his daughter, and you can't blame him.
"Y/N," and his eyes soften when you meet them, "I'm really proud of you."
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pensat-i-fet ¡ 1 year ago
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Selfie partner (RĂşben Dias x Reader)
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**I got a request recently to do an imagine where Rúben and the protagonist meet, rather than the couple dynamics I’m usually requested. And I don’t even know if I’ve ever done this in imagine format before, how crazy is that? Then I realized I had this little idea outlined and it worked well for the request so hopefully you enjoy reading something cute this Sunday! ❤️**
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“Alright. Like this…no, the shirt looks bad. Maybe this way…”, Rúben’s attempts at modelling while on the lift were interrupted by the doors opening on the 8th floor.
“Good morning”, you said, holding a laugh after finding one of your neighbours doing a photoshoot there at 8 am. Not what you expected.
“Morning”, he said, slightly embarrassed by being caught.
When you reached the ground floor, you said goodbye and left. He stayed on the lift to go one floor lower to find his car, but you were taking the bus. And all the way to work, you kept thinking about that funny moment. And about how cute the guy from the lift was. No wonder he was taking photos of himself everywhere. All guys who looked like him probably did the same.
“Sorry”, you said when you couldn’t help but laugh.
The next day, you thought about leaving in the morning ten minutes earlier than usual so you could grab a cup of coffee on the way to work. Tea wasn’t enough after staying up late to grade exams. And Rúben…well, he wanted to avoid being embarrassed again so he also left ten minutes earlier so he could get the stupid selfies done. He actually liked the shirt he was wearing that day better so it all worked out perfectly…until the doors opened on the 8th floor again and you caught him taking more photos.
“It’s ok. I just…I have to do this because of my management. I don’t just take photos all the time”.
“Management? Are you a model?”, you could believe that. But also couldn’t believe your luck of living in the same building as a model. Were there more? You were just wondering.
“No, I’m a footballer”.
You cocked your head to the side, confused. “I didn’t know that was part of the job”.
“Yeah…”.
"You don't have to make up jobs, really. It's ok to feel cute and want to take a photo of yourself. I'm not judging".
And now you didn't believe him…
"Look", he said, showing you his Instagram profile and then laughing seeing your shocked face. "You really didn't believe me then".
"Well, men lie all the time to impress girls", you said, shrugging and making him chuckle. "I imagine many pretend to be footballers often".
"Probably, yeah".
When you reached your floor, you left again after wishing him a good day and once you were gone, RĂşben realised he didn't even ask your name. Too busy trying to justify his lift antics.
But it turned out he didn't need to ask it because you couldn't help going back to his profile while bored on the bus. He was a legit footballer but also…yes, there were all the photos he had to take because of his management. Or so he said.
He had more than 2 million followers so he wouldn't notice one new follower, right? But he did, of course. RĂşben was just checking his notifications when he saw a face that looked familiar. And after clicking on the profile, he saw that it belonged to his neighbour that kept interrupting his photoshoots in the morning. It was a private account, should he request to follow you? Sure, he had nothing to lose, did he? Worst case scenario, he'd have to start walking down the stairs. He could always use the exercise.
After accepting his request, you hoped to find him in the lift the following day but…he wasn't there. Of course, three days in a row would be too much of a coincidence but you couldn't lie and say you weren't at least a bit disappointed.
And so was Rúben. He almost thought about talking to you on Instagram but that would have been too much, right? You barely knew each other. He did check your account to see if you had posted something about that day. Maybe it was your day off? It said on your profile that you were a professor but he wasn’t sure what your work schedule would look like.
When you got back home, you were so exhausted. But when the doors to the lift opened, you saw RĂşben there and couldn't help but smile.
"Hi, mister footballer".
"Hello, professor. We see each other on the way back from work today then".
"Gotta spice it up a bit, I guess".
"8th floor, right?”, he asked, ready to press the button and you nodded. "I'm on the 12th".
Why was he telling you that?
There was silence after that. You didn't know each other after all but you both wanted to talk and didn't know what to say.
When you reached your floor, the doors opened and you stepped out after saying goodbye to RĂşben. But instead of hearing the doors closing, you heard them open again and saw him leave the lift.
"What…".
"Do you wanna do something together? Like…go for a drink or food or I don't know…".
"I would love that", you said, happy he took the initiative. "I was planning on going for a picnic tomorrow by myself. I wouldn't mind the company".
"That's a great idea. I have training in the morning but then I'm free all day".
"Well, you know where to find me", you said, pointing at your door and making him chuckle. "Pick me up at noon?"
"I'll be there".
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Saturdays were the days you took off completely unless something came up. And you loved going out to have some food somewhere, either by yourself or with some friends. Since the weather was good for once, you knew you wanted to take that chance to go to the park and enjoy the sun. And now you had a companion for your little picnic.
Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you liked what you saw. Your outfit was cute but nothing that screamed “I’m going on a date”. Even if you guessed, and hoped, this was a date.
You were putting your hair up in a loose ponytail when the doorbell rang and you walked to open the door and found Rúben there. Well…he really put a lot of effort into his outfit, making you feel insecure all of a sudden.
“I need to get changed”, you said, making him frown.
“Why? You look good”.
“But you look better. I didn’t know we had to dress up so much for a picnic”.
He laughed and shook his head. “Remember I’m the one who takes selfies on the lift, so obviously I’ll try harder. But really, you look great so let’s go”.
This time you both were going to the same floor and soon you were out of the building on your way to the park you had chosen for the picnic.
“I hope you like the food. It’s healthy…for the most part”.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine but tell me what you have on that basket. I’m curious”.
“Oh, you know. The typical things…I got some sandwiches, summer rolls, some pasta salad, lots of fruit and some chocolate snacks. And juice and water”.
“Perfect!”
The park was obviously very busy on such a sunny day, but you found a nice little spot without too many people around. Placing the blanket on the grass, you got comfortable and started to take out the food so you could start eating.
“I’m starving. I didn’t eat after training”.
“Help yourself, then”, you laughed.
“Why don’t you tell me more about you? I only know you’re a professor and that you’re my neighbour”, he paused after trying some of the pasta salad. “And you’re pretty good at cooking too. Good qualities to have”.
“Thank you. I do know a bit about you…I googled you. Don’t judge”.
He smiled at you, trying not to laugh since his mouth was full of food.
And so you told him more about you. Where you were from, what you taught in University, why you had moved to Manchester, …
“And I’m guessing you're single”.
“You’re guessing right, mister Dias. I hope you’re single too. I don’t want to be fighting angry girlfriends”.
“Didn’t you find your answer to that on your Google search?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.
“Oh, I found a lot about your love life on my Google search. Hard to know how much I should believe, though”.
“Only believe the good. Always”, he laughed. And his laugh was so nice to hear that it always made you smile. “But yes, I’m single”.
“So the selfies weren’t for the posts your management wants you to do then. They were for Tinder. It all makes sense now”.
He snorted. “Will you help me choose the one that’ll attract all the pretty ladies? If you like them, then we know they’ll work”.
“I could help you take them too. Maybe we can add some shirtless photos too. You seem to like posting those and…well, I guess they are alright to look at”.
“Already asking me to take my clothes off. Wow! You move fast”.
“Sometimes”.
Anyone who saw you there would have known you two were flirting. The looks on your faces said it all. The smiles, the cheeky looks or the slight blush on both of your faces, but mostly on yours.
“Should we take a little walk around the park now we’re done eating?”
“Sure”, you agreed and with his help, you quickly tidied up and got up to go for that walk.
RĂşben took the basket from your hands so he could hold it.
“Not as gentleman-like as you think because it weighs a lot less now, you know?”, you teased.
“Did I just lose points because of that?”
“One or two, yes. You should do something to get them back”.
“Like what?”
“Well, there are a few options. You could buy me an ice cream, you could carry me home later if my shoes hurt my feet or…you could give me a kiss? Your choice, really. Just offering some options”.
“Hmmm”, he pretended to think while turning to face you. “Ice cream sounds like the best option but I don’t see any places where we could buy it and those shoes actually look very comfy so I guess I’ll have to kiss you”.
“Poor you, it’s a big sacrifice but the points…”.
He interrupted you by placing a kiss on the tip of your nose, which made you laugh.
“That’s only half a point”.
“I have to do better then”.
He leaned down to kiss your lips and soon your arms were around his neck to help you kiss him better. One of his hands went to your waist while the other kept holding the basket until he got tired of not being able to hold you properly and dropped it, breaking your kiss for a second so you could laugh. And then you kissed again. Who cared about an old basket anyway?
“How many points was that?”
“Maybe…four? I don’t want you to get too comfortable by giving you too many”.
“Good…I love a challenge”.
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After that picnic date, there had been a few more. And now you texted each other every morning to know when to go to the lift and spend some minutes together before you both headed to work.
“You know”, you said one morning in between kisses. “We could take some selfies together. Not for your Instagram but for fun. It’s what made us talk to each other in the first place. It’d be cute”.
“Let’s do it”.
And when you were in the middle of taking another photo, the door opened on the 3rd floor and a neighbour looked at you with his eyebrows raised seeing the scene in front of him.
“I could wait if you’re busy…”.
“It’s ok”, you said, trying not to laugh. “We’re done. It’s for his Instagram. Not a model, just a footballer. This is part of the job apparently. Weird, I know”.
The neighbour kept looking at you two funny while RĂşben pinched your arm and made you want to laugh even harder.
Minutes later, you were on the bus scrolling on social media when you got a notification for your Instagram that made you smile.
Rubendias
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Finally found a selfie partner 📷
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Hi! Do you have any thoughts on Mac and Mrs. Mac’s relationship? I find the whole McDonald family dynamic so interesting, but especially after season 16/frank shoots every member of the gang I’ve been fascinated by those two. You always have such impressive, well thought out answers!
Thank you!
I do have a lot of of thoughts regarding Mac's upbringing, especially in terms of his relationships with his family and how they clearly affect his current-day relationships and misconceptions of love, but I'm not sure I've really fleshed that out so, great question.
First of all, I have a gripe with Frank Shoots Every Member of the Gang, as it really insanely retcons Luther's age. Mac Kills His Dad established that he was 59 at the time, which would have made him a teen when he had Mac. Shoots establishes that Luther's dad served in WWII and wrote him letters during that time, which means he had to have been born before 1945, and would have been at youngest in his 30s when Mac was born. It's not like it's a huge issue, but it does change some previously-thought dynamics. (Though, the fact that they weren't younger-cast in A Sunny Christmas does better-align with the idea that they were in their 30s when they had Mac.)
There was/is always kind of the vibe that when they were together, pre-Luther going to jail, Ms. Mac did really love Luther and vice-versa, and Mac was more kind of like a by-product of unprotected sex more than he was a part of the family. (I mean, they named him after the Hamburger Clown). Luther clearly love(d) him as the idea of having a son, someone who could carry on his bidding and his name, but doesn't love him as the child he actually has. I think Ms. Mac didn't love him as the idea of a son and doesn't love him as the child she has, and never did. BUT she did love Luther, and Mac observed that as a young kid, his parents loving each other but neglecting him. Looking at Christmas, we can kind of assume the order of anything in Mac's childhood home was Ms. Mac > Luther > Mac. So for his early development he was kind of sidelined, saw no love from his parents toward him, but did see love between his parents (in a definitely not healthy way, as it goes).
We know in the deleted scenes of Sunny Christmas that Mac's dad is going to prison probably right after the events of the video tape... I honestly think it's reasonable to assume that Mac's screaming that woke up the residents of the house they were robbing might have been probably was what led to Luther being arrested (with whatever warrants he had hanging over him catching up with him once he had been detained). So, does Ms. Mac blame her son for her husband being locked up for the next 25 years? Probably. She didn't even want him, didn't care for him, and then his obnoxious behaviour was their downfall.
Back to Shoots, I did really like it for what it gave us in terms of (Char)Mac childhood lore. I think it definitely wasn't a shock for them to drop the cigarette lighter line, but it was a hit to the chest for me. Everything I kind of assumed before, re: didn't want or care about having a child equated to strictly-neglectful, Mac clawing for the love he saw his mom give his dad, now with his dad gone even more-so, and being brushed off, now escalated to retaliation in response to Mac failing to be brushed off. Sometimes the dismissive, grunting and not moving from your chair approach just doesn't work on a hyperactive little bastard like Mac, sometimes you have to make him shut up by giving him something else to fuss over. I think Ms. Mac probably hoped that would be what breaks through his skin, makes him realise she doesn't love him, but Mac only sees it as a warning, a pause, a try-again-later, mom's just in a bad mood.
Presently, what we see of Ms. Mac is almost always the same: completely indifferent. Shrug, cough, I don't care at all about you. Mac's a serial killer? Yeah. Mac's dead? Ok. You're gay? Meh. She'll fuck with him though, sure: your dad is actually Dutch. You wanted these letters that meant something to your father? I needed toilet paper. Who cares. She doesn't love him, never has, never will, and Mac has no ability to understand that.
Based on his upbringing and the past 20 years, I think he has a complete misunderstanding (and at this point inability) to recognise and understand what love is, mostly because of his mother. Because she just, doesn't love him, never did, but Mac thinks that parents have to love their children, that's a fact in his mind. If he has a mom and a dad they do love him, they have to, especially when he was a little boy, right? His dad loves him, he's just in jail so he can't show it, but his mom is here. And mom did love dad, he remembers that, he saw it, so he just has to make himself known, she can love him too because she's capable of it and she's his mom. He loves her, he says it over and over, she never says it, but she just doesn't see him because she's busy, working, or making a home for him, or just for some reason she's not paying attention... So love for Mac is fighting neglect, love is refusing to be ignored, love is pestering over and over because if you can get away with your bombardment without a finger being raised, without being scored by a cigarette lighter, they must really want you to continue... they must be waiting for you to really prove yourself before they show or admit their love for you. There are people in his life who have to love him, it's like a law, so they'll admit it as long as you keep asking, keep making yourself known, keep trying to prove yourself... and if it comes to the point where you're getting burned, stop for a minute, take a step back, and reevaluate how (or when) you can try again...
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Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 16 - 18
Episode 16:
Nice levitation trick Simbai, but she's just allowed to use the Breath like that? Maybe because she's a flux society member? It does make me realise, since the wars were not so long ago, how many people are walking around who could previously use the the Breath all the time but now aren't allowed. That's kind of crazy!
I do like the idea of them actually learning how to use the Breath in more creative ways!
This soundtrack for Tia's training session is pretty cool
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Well done Mei for wearing more weather-appropriate clothes this time!
Mice telling Mark to get it together kdjfskfd time for lover boy to get dunked on for once
FSJHDFKDSF ARTEGOR BEING A COMMENTATOR NOW I LOVE IT
Callie: Do you miss playing when you see your friends on the field? D'jok: Um, I- Callie: Certainly you must think they are still bitter towards you after beating them on Paradisia?
Callie those are some horrible questions leave the man alone 😭
I am once again asking for more Lun-Zeara action. Btw has she ever spoken a line? Fucking Stevens may have spoken more than her
I support the Snow Kids but I love seeing the Wambas winning and having fun <3
GOOOOOAL MICRO-ICE!
Artegor: Listen Barry, to be frank, I'm not a fan of your work
HE'S SUCH A BITCH LOOOL after my rewatch I want to make a compilation of Artegor's commentator moments
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Lun-Zaera is CHILLING lmao, also I just checked the wiki for the spelling of her name and it's about as consistent as the Wamba's hair colour.
Why is Woowamboo being such a dick. She's trying her best!
Awwww D'jok cheering on the Snow Kids
Mei is carrying the defence in this match like the queen she is <3
Artegor contributes a more technical analysis of the game which is pretty cool
WOOWAMBOO FOULING?? I mean fouls aren't really rare but still, he's being far more aggressive than before? Sure, the Wambas aren't going to just be fun-loving when the GFC is at stake and they're as competitive as any other team, but when you combine this with the way he was talking to Lun-Zia it's just jarring?
Also WAIT. Woowamboo is ginger? So the player that switched to the Lightnings for the Paradisian tournament was just someone else? Fair enough as you wouldn't switch your star player, but yeah my bad. Actually wait, he literally has grey hair in the Netherball scenes in season 2. WHAT IS THE TRUTH
OK WHAT. SO LUN-ZIA TELLING THE WAMBAS WHERE ROCKET IS MOST LIKELY TO SHOOT IS PERFECTLY A-OK BUT D'JOK TELLING TEAM PARADISIA A LITTLE TIP ON HOW TO BEAT AHITO IS A BETRAYAL?? PLUS, in the last episode Aarch faces the SK in the holo-trainer and says he can beat them because he knows how they play, and that everyone else does too. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS SAYING WHEN I WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE AHITO BETRAYAL BS. WHICH IS IT, WRITERS?!
Well at least Woowamboo seems more accepting of Lun-Zia now that he's seen her give it her all. Nice to see her settled in with the rest of the team!
I just had a thought, where is Maya in all this? We've seen Mama-Ice pop up and check on (scold XD) Micro-Ice but we didn't see Maya interact with D'jok at all? Wouldn't she have gone to see him instead of only hanging with the Snow Kids?? And now that D'jok's “retired” and hanging out by himself at Genesis, isn't she gonna look for him? She knows football was so important to him, so to give it up is a big deal! Ah well, we'll see.
Episode 17:
Yaay more Tia and Mei being besties
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NOT CLOVER GIRL DOING THE MARYLIN MONROE
Side note I like Kim-8's vibes, she's just cool
That scene in Ballow's restaurant where he's talking about leaving dirty business behind, all while henchmen are constantly coming up to him with dodgy items like stolen paintings is so hilarious jfdskmn
aww I love Artegor trying to convince D'jok to come back, especially with him telling him how hard the SK took it when he left. It's also interesting to see Artegor refer to playing with the Snow Kids as a responsibility - they're a symbol of hope for the people of Akillian, who didn't even want to go to their first match in the stadium due to the trauma from the glaciation.
He also reminds D'jok he's a Snow Kid, which reminds me of their conversation in season.... 2? Where Artegor tells him he'll always be a kid from Akillian. It's also nice that once he's voiced his opinion, he changes the subject instead of pressuring D'jok to answer. He's really developed from the demanding Shadows coach he used to be.
THE PIRATES!! CRUSH THE RED TIGERS!!!!
Poor Artie, he can never watch a full match LOL
FOUR GOALS FOR STEVENS!!! WOOOOOOOOO PIRATES BEAT A FLUX TEAM! TAKE THAT!!!
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NO. NO NO NO NO NO. THE CYCLOPS CANNOT FREEZE PEOPLE. THAT'S THE XENON'S FLUX. TRY AGAIN. ACTUALLY WATCH THE PREVIOUS SEASONS. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP.
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Do you ever watch an old video and get jumpscared by a comment you don't remember making? Because I wrote this on another upload 9 years ago and I still don't know how they messed that up LOL.
I mean yeah sure it COULD be a new ability they've unlocked like how the Snow Kids are finding new ways to use the Breath. But they don't show the Cyclop's hypnosis thing at all, the animation is exactly the same as the Xenon's flux, and Callie even mentions their "hypnotic" flux and how the players can barely stay on their feet, which doesn't really match what's on screen sooo yeeeeeaahhh this is just an animation error. A pretty big one though.
So team Paradisia have no problem using their flux? Which was a synthetic one to begin with? And the technology for it is no longer available? Or do they just get it implanted once and that's it? So what was up with them going into those pods to “charge”? How does this work???
sfkdgfkjdf Mark went too hard on the sauerkraut, I love this gag about Mark and food
YESSSS SONNY! FATHER SON BONDING TIME FINALLY. His speech about the Pirates always being by his side even in tough times is sweet, and makes sense for D'jok. He's been through a lot with the Snow Kids and they're basically family now, and family wouldn't truly turn him away if he was sorry for what he did. At least, they wouldn't stay mad forever.
BENNETT YOU LEGEND. But also a bit reckless of Sonny to stand with D'jok right in the middle of an open area
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Sonny: We're trapped!
Um no you're not, there's a staircase right there
Poor Cyclops, always getting clowned on :( ARTEGOR IS A SAVAGE IN THIS MATCH
BALLOW OUTING THE CON ARTISTS FDKFDKJDF I'm sorry I know it's a tragic moment for Sinedd but THAT'S SO FUNNY
The way they animate Sidney rolling around is hilarious. Also Thran only thought of finding Harvey just now? Wow, talk about second-class citizens.
It's so funny how this is the last episode in the official playlist, like they just gave up uploading HD episodes 2 years ago. Unless it's a regional thing? I'm editing this in Austria rn and the official English uploads aren't available unless I use VPN, are the French eps all uploaded in HD at least?
Episode 18:
Aaaaand I'm back to 480p uploads from 10 years ago. Thank you for your service youtube user lykaon868
I do get to see the intro and outro now though yaaaay
Wait what? We ended last episode on D'jok wanting to talk to the Snow Kids and with this one we just skip ahead to him being on the team again? I mean... they were building up to that moment for sooo long and we don't even get to see it? What???
It seems Tia and Rocket have accepted D'jok back but Micro-Ice and Ahito aren't so enthusiastic. It's strange to see Ahito so resentful but it's a refreshing change to see him react like that.
Micro-Ice's reaction on the other hand isn't taken very seriously and it's presented as them squabbling immaturely but like... he's right to feel hurt! We could've had some good Micro-Ice angst topped off with a heart-to-heart between two guys who canonically consider each other brothers, but here we are.
Sinedd's parents were... I M P O S T E R S ?
Sharky why are you revealing this as a scoop when it just puts you into hot water for not doing a background check before inviting them on the show
OOOO SHADOWS SPEAKING HISTORIC MOMENT
This is the serious - silly contrast dynamic I had in my head for the Shadows LOL. Although it's sad this kind of implies the Shadows only care for Sinedd as a player and not a person, telling him to get a grip after something like that? Although maybe their whole thing is that they TRY to act tough but really they're all feeling like that one guy who ran out crying lol. It IS a bit weird to insert comedy like that into this kind of scene though, kind of undercuts it for me.
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Artegor just having tea and biscuits 🤣🤣🤣
CALLIE ACCEPT HIS OFFER FOR TEA DON'T BE RUDE. He looks sad after her reaction fskdjfskds honestly Artegor is probably the best character this season
STOP HAVING THEM SCORE IN THE FIRST MINUTE SFJKDFSKS
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Tia squaring up to Sinedd I LOVE HER
Also wtf Sinedd, but he was about to go to Mei so I wonder what he was gonna do? Taunt her? Or maybe he regretted it? I guess we'll never know
This is a match with the Shadows, the Snow Kids' biggest rivals, and yet the first half is over in a few minutes of the episode! The matches just aren't as interesting in this season and feel too rushed
TIA CAPTAIN MOMENT YYYEAAAAAAHHH SHE DESERVES IT!
I am not immune to some D'jok vs Sinedd action
Not Maya focusing on Sinedd when she hasn't interacted with D'jok this whole time 😭
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Mei is such a savage, it reminds me of Stevens handing Sinedd the ball that one time when there was seconds to spare LOL also pls forgive the shit quality gifs, demonstration purposes only folks
Sinedd: Do like everyone else Mei, don't worry about what I do and just forget me. Mei: But Sinedd- Sinedd: I lost, Mei. I lost everything. Everything.
Oof Sinedd really goes through the ringer every season, huh
Mark is smooth as butter on the pitch but so incredibly cringe at flirting
Warren: The team. The group. That's all that counts, D'jok D'jok: Being a team player Warren, that's what I want to improve!
Sure D'jok, until next season. But it's also kind of weird to portray his arc as if he just needed to learn how to be a team player again, when a big part of why he left was the emotional turmoil from the breakup and him lashing out because of it. That's never really resolved, although I guess the season is trying to say that D'jok became obsessed with winning again, which is what drove Mei away in the first place, but again I'm just speculating here! They had the means for a really good arc for D'jok but fumbled it and decided to retread old paths instead.
Is Harvey alive after all?
I do love that Clamp is still working alongside Sonny. And yaaaay Thran gets to do something!
Wait Paradisia is a dead planet, it didn't blow up or anything. Harvey is a robot so is it that surprising he's still there? Why not look for him earlier?
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infinit-world ¡ 2 years ago
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Golden Wings Part IIl
Pairing: Wednesday Addams X Reader
Word count: 3k
Summary: You're a new student at Nevermore. What happens when you get involved with Wednesday's stalker mistery?
Here you have the las part! I'm not really happy with how it turned out but I hope you still enjoy it. Like always, if you see a mistake, please let me know.
Almost a week passes after the truth is revealed. You look and feel like a zombie. Every day is the same for you: get up, shower and dress; then classes, lunchtime (you don’t eat, you just go to your dorm and lay on the floor until it’s time to go to class again) and then do homework, dinner (you sometimes eat something, but usually you just push the food around the plate) before going back to your dorm and try to fall asleep just to repeat everything again.
You can't stop thinking about Enid’s words. I can’t believe you used her as Tyler did. You didn’t know who Tyler was, or what he did, so you asked Nihan about it. “Tyler was an idiot. He was the hyde that helped Thornhill. Apparently, he feign being in love with Wednesday so he could keep an eye on her. Something happened between them that helped her discover who he really was.” After those words, you felt sick. You used her, you were just as bad as him.
You’re in your room, thinking about everything that happened. It’s really worth it? You were tired of everything. Since Aarzham adopted you, the only thing you’ve been doing is training, studying and more training. He prepared you to be a leader, to help Faes to be safe again, but you never wanted that responsibility, you just followed his directions because you were angry about your parent's death. You thought that if you did something to change that, to make this world safer, you would feel better. But now, you lost the only thing that gives you comfort, you hurt your friends, your founded family, and you don’t know if you can forgive yourself for that.
You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t realise someone has entered your room until you see someone sitting beside you on the ground. You don’t look up, knowing is Nihan. “I don’t want to talk Nihan. I appreciate that you’re worried about me, but I’m fine.” “It’s good to see you have someone that cares for you, but sorry to break it to you birdy, you don’t look ok.”
Your head snaps to your side, seeing Bianca. You sight in defeat, looking at the ground again before talking. “If you’ve come to mock me don’t bother.” She says your name softly while holding your hand. “Look at me.” When you do, she continues talking. “I’ve come here because I’m worried about you.” You look at her with warry, “Why? Why do you care?” “I think you deserve a second chance. What you did wasn’t right, but I don’t think you wanted to hurt us. I think you should talk with Wednesday. I know it will be hard, but ask her for a chance to explain yourself.” She sighs when she sees you still don’t trust her. “You don’t know this, but when Wednesday came I was terrible. I thought I was better than anyone in the school and I was mean to a lot of people, especially to Enid. After what happened with Crackstone, they gave me a second chance, an opportunity to show them that I wasn’t that person any more. Our mistakes don’t define us, remember that when you decide what to do.” She gets out of your room, leaving you there to ponder her words.
In the end, you decide Bianca’s right. You appreciate them too much to not try and make things better. You go to the quad, hoping Wednesday would be there. You see her sitting at the table with the rest of the group. You’re not sure if you should go or not when Yoko sees you and whispers something to Bianca. After that, everyone except Wednesday gets up and leaves. Enid gives you a look that you’re sure translates as if you hurt her again you’re done, but she leaves with the rest anyways, so you consider it as a win. 
When you approach, Wednesday looks at you, speaking with a cold tone. “You have two minutes.” You gulp down before taking a seat next to her. “I’m sorry, I promise I wasn’t planning anything against you or the school.” Wednesday stays silent for a couple of seconds, and you're about to continue talking when she beats you to it. “I know, I had a vision of you, that’s how I knew what you were up to.” You look at her with wide eyes, not knowing how to react. You ask her what she exactly saw, and after she told you everything, you speak again. “Then you know why I did what I did. I know the way I did it was awful, but I didn’t know what else to do.” You’re looking at the table, afraid of looking at Wednesday. “What was your plan?” When you give her a confused look, she continues. “I know you wanted the book, but why? What were you planning to do with it?”
You explain everything to her. How Aarzham wanted the book to harness its power, so Faes would be stronger, and how some vampires and werewolves agreed with your idea that normies were a danger to outcasts so they decided to help you. You tell her everything you know. When you finish, Wednesday looks at you with her usual deadpan expression. “I suppose you don’t know what’s the plan after getting the book?” “Uhmm, no, Aarzham never told me. He thought it would be best if I just focused on getting the book.” “Well, I investigated after discovering the truth. Apparently, Aarzham wants to attack normies. Get rid of them so outcasts can live freely.” “What? No. Aarzham would never do that. It’s true that he hates normies, and he wants to protect us, but he would never do that.” He wouldn’t do it, right? He’s a good man.
You don’t want to believe he would start a war with the normies. He’s like a father to you, he’s the man that raised you, helped you become stronger. He’s a warrior, but he’s never been cruel, he always helps Faes that need it. Starting a war and killing so many innocent people doesn’t fit with the picture of him you have. You must have been thinking for a few minutes because Wednesday puts her hand on your shoulder to grab your attention. “I know you don’t want to believe it’s true, but I think he will do anything to stop them. Harvesting the power of the book is not the answer.” You know she’s right, and you don’t want to fight with innocent people, but you don’t have many options. “Then what? I need to do something, my people are suffering Wednesday. I need to keep them safe, I can’t let more normies discover our sanctuary. If they do and get out alive, we will be doomed.” By now tears are streaming down your cheeks, you’re frustrated and tired and scared. You’ve always known what to do to keep them safe, but now you feel lost and alone. “We will find a way, I can promise that to you.” Your eyes go wide after hearing her words. “You’re going to help me? I thought you hated me.” “As much as it pains me to admit this, I’m afraid I’ve fallen victim to my family's curse. I don’t think I could hate you even if I tried. But, that doesn't mean we’re fine, it will take me time to trust you again.” You nod to her words, knowing this would be a long journey, but you’re happy she’s giving you a second chance.
After the talk, you decide to go back to your room, but stop when you see Enid at the entrance. “I wanted to talk with you.” You nod a little bit nervous. “I’ve talked with Yoko and Bianca and they have helped me understand why you did it. I’m sorry for growling at you, after last year I feel very protective with Wednesday. But, if you hurt Wednesday again, I will kill you.” “I will give you the knife myself.” “Good, because I miss spending time with you.” You smile after that.
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You spend the next weeks investigating spells with the group, trying to find one that will allow you to cast it on your sanctuary to protect it from harm until you find a better solution. You and Wednesday have grown closer, her feeling more comfortable with you every day, and it’s making your heart flutter when you think about everything she does to show you she cares for you. Like when she gets your favourite food from the cafeteria every Monday and Friday because she knows you get late for lunch those days and the plate runs out very fast, or how she snuggles closer to you after a long night investigating in the Nightshades library, both of you to tired to go back to your room to sleep. She still hasn’t told you where the Book of Shadows is, or what its contents are, but you’re not too mad about it. You know the book it’s not your only option now, and she’s helping to keep your people safe.
Nihan, Cyra and Liam are helping you too. You knew you could trust them, even though Liam gets on your nerves sometimes. They kept the werewolves and vampires that were in the plan in check so you would have time to find a solution without having to worry about them. But you’re still worried about Avalie. She’s always been against you, jealous that you were the leader and not her. You know she’s dangerous and you’ve been trying to keep an eye on her, in case she decided to do something stupid, but for now everything went well, too well honestly.
You’re in the quad chatting with Enid while you wait for dinner when Weems comes to you. “Miss Y/L/N, you have a visit.” She gets to the side and you see Aarzham. He opens his arms, beckoning you to hug him. “Let’s get for a stroll to the forest, I want to have a chat with you.” Enid looks at you with worry, but you give her a reassuring smile before following him. Once you’re out of earshot, he stops you. “I was worried about you. I haven’t had news from you in a while.” You smile at him, grabbing his hand and giving him a reassuring squeeze. “I'm fine, I’ve just been busy.” “How is the plan going? Avalie called me a couple of days ago. She sounded concerned about it.” You stutter for a couple of seconds, cursing her in your mind. “It’s fine. There was a little problem but it’s solved now.” He grabs your chin, making you look at him. “You know you can’t lie to me. I want the truth.” He’s still soft, not wanting to hurt you. 
You ponder for a minute before deciding to tell him the truth. “She discovered the plan, but she’s still willing to help.” He smiles, letting you go. “Good, where’s the book? We don’t have time to spare.” “She’s not going to give me the book.” He’s going to retort, but you stop him. “She told me what were your plans afterwards. Is it true? You’re planning on attacking every normie?” “Yes, they’re dangerous! We need to stop them before they get more of us, or you have forgotten what they did to your parents?” He adds when he sees your face fall. “Of course not! I can see it every time I close my eyes, but killing innocent people is not the solution Aarzham.” He takes a step back, hurt showing in his eyes. “I didn’t raise you to be weak Y/N. I didn’t want to believe Avalie when she told me that Addams girl poisoned your mind, but now I can see she was right.” “Aarzham, there’s another way, it has to! If we kill them without mercy, we will be just as bad as them.” He takes another step back before looking at you with a determined expression. “I’ve been waiting all my life for this opportunity, and I’m not going to let anyone ruin it. If I have to fight everyone that tries to stop me I will. I love you Y/L, you’re my child, that’s why I’m giving you time. If you haven’t changed your mind by Friday…” He takes flight before finishing the sentence, leaving you broken in the forest.
You start walking aimlessly. Wednesday was right, he’s too afraid to think rationally. Your heart aches thinking about what just happened, knowing the man you knew and admire wasn’t the same now. You stop when you arrive at the cemetery. Without realising, your feet have carried you to Crackstone crypt. The door is crooked and the crypt is full of vines. You feel something familiar calling you from the inside. It feels like the power it runs through your veins, just a hundred times stronger. When you enter, you see Wednesday sitting on the ground, the Book of Shadows in her lap. When she sees your state, she gets up, the book still grasped in her hands.
“Y/N, what happened?” “Aarzham came to visit me. He won’t stop Wednesday, he will hurt you.” “I will be fine, I can protect myself.” You shake your head. You know he won’t stop. No matter what you choose, one of them will get hurt, but you can’t choose. He’s still your father but you love Wednesday. There’s only one thing you can do. “You don’t get it Wednesday, I can’t fight any of you.” She whispers your name, taking a step closer before she’s stopped by vines growing around her. “I’m sorry.” You take the book before running to the forest.
Wednesday shouts to you, anger fizzling inside her. Thankfully Thing is with her so he helps her to get out of the vines. She’s hurt that you betrayed her again after everything that had happened between you two. Wednesday was thinking how she was going to stop you and Aarzham when your words resonate in her head. I can’t fight any of you. You're not going to give him the book. What she’s go- Oh no, tell me she’s not going to do it. She runs as fast as she can, her legs burning from the effort. It’s dark outside, making it difficult for her to see where she's going. She’s almost in the clearing she thinks you’re at when she sees a burst of light, golden wings shining for a moment before everything goes black again.
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You open your eyes, seeing you’re surrounded by nature, a large tree with blue sap planted in the middle. You hear your name but you don’t know where it comes from, your head feeling fuzzy and heavy. You turn around, trying to find the source of the voice. Behind you, there’s a Fae with majestic wings. They’re really colourful, but they have golden, black and white feathers scattered around. It’s almost as if all types of Faes were mixed in them. You gasp when you realise who is she. “Hello.” You whisper her name, not knowing what's going on. “I am dead?” She chuckles with fondness before answering you “Not yet. You have a decision to make.” When you still look at her confused, she continues. “I’m here to give you a chance to go back.”
You sit on the ground, confused as to what is going on. Lilith comes closer to you. “Why? I destroyed your book. Are you not angry about it? You gave your life to create it.” “And you just gave yours to destroy it. I created that book because I thought it would help Faes to be safe, but I didn’t realise fear is more dangerous than those who seek to harm us. Why I should be angry when you gave your life to protect your family the same way I did for mine?” “I don’t think I protected them.” “I wouldn’t say that.” Suddenly, you hear Wednesday talking in your mind. Don’t you dare give up on me now! I’m sorry it took me so long to let you in, but please, come back to me, I can’t lose you. Your heart thumps faster after hearing her. 
Lilith smiles, knowing you understood the meaning of her words. “Faes are not the only family you have now.” “You can bring me back?” “For a price, yes. If you decide to stay, you can reunite with your parents and live happy with them. But if you decide to go back and face the dangers that will come, you will lose your powers.” You muse about your choices. You miss your parents and you would have given anything to be back with them before, but that would mean not seeing Wednesday or any of your friends again. If the universe is giving you a second chance to be with her, you’re not going to waste it, even if it means losing your powers. You will still miss your parents, but you know now you will be able to reunite with them in the future, for now, you’re going to spend as much time with Wednesday as possible. Lilith smiles when you tell her your choice, bidding you farewell before helping you to get back.
When you open your eyes, you see Wednesday looking at you with tears in her eyes. Your head is on her lap while her left hand grasp yours with strength. She starts to say your name when you prop up with your arms, grab the back of her neck and push her closer to you in a short and sweet kiss. “I love you Wednesday Addams.”
You don’t know what’s going to happen next, but you’re sure as hell you’re going to spend the rest of your life by her side. The rest, well, you will figure it out when the time comes.
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groovebunker ¡ 11 months ago
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💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!
Hope you're starting to feel better 😊
I think (atm) it's either the bonus chapter of wwyd where cc takes fran shopping OR the holiday party chapter of the agony aunt au where cc brings a date who looks a little familiar, niles loses his mind and fran loses her temper (in a hot way). i'm also planning to write the birthday party referenced in the chanukah fic bc i can't stop thinking about it 😭
an (unedited) snippet from the bonus chapter under the read more!
Fran knew CC was wealthy. It’s not even just about her things, the expensive clothes and the frankly ridiculous Upper West Side apartment, it’s in the way she holds herself and talks, the way she commands a room the second she walks in. CC is rich beyond her wildest dreams. Which is why she shouldn't be surprised when CC guides her to the personal shopping counter at Bergdorf’s and addresses the woman there by her first name.
“Anna, I called earlier to book an appointment for Fran Fine.”
“Yes Miss Babcock, I have your dress here and I’ve already pulled some gowns in the colours you suggested. I’ll take you through.”
She leads them through to the largest dressing room Fran’s ever seen, a rail of dresses in shades of pink and red standing in one corner. She feels like she can barely afford to stand there, let alone buy anything. CC comes to stand next to her, her hand resting on Fran’s lower back.
“Is this ok, darling?”
She realises she's not really sure. It’s just the opposite of what she'd been expecting when CC had suggested taking her shopping. She’s used to a shopping trip meaning several hours browsing Loehmann’s with Val or her mother, debating how much she can afford to put on her credit card this month. She loves it, loves finding the perfect thing tucked away at the back of the store and giggling with Val as they show Sylvia a succession of hideous outfits. Once a year, around the holidays, she comes down to 5th Avenue and lets herself dream about affording this kind of thing one day. When she's not a nanny on six bucks an hour. And it's not like she was expecting CC to shop off label. But she’s treating this like it's any other Monday, as if there's not a rack of dresses in the corner which each cost more than Fran makes in a year, as if half the staff hadn't looked down their noses at Fran the second they pushed through the doors, as if Fran could ever fit in in a place like this. This is CC’s normal and Fran’s so far out of her depth that she feels a little lightheaded.
“Honey, is this really necessary? I was just gonna go to Loehmann's.”
CC leans in a little closer, gesturing for Anna to leave them alone.
“It’s not really necessary, no. But I like seeing you dressed up in beautiful things. So…indulge me?” It’s not fair, Fran thinks, the way her voice drops or the way her mouth forms the word ‘indulge’. How is she supposed to say no to that? “If there's nothing you like, we’ll go anywhere you want.”
“It’s just…so expensive.”
“Maxwell was kind enough to give me his credit card. He was just so grateful that I was taking you shopping,” she grins, “He thinks I'm going to have a terrible time.”
Fran smirks. Mr Sheffield's paid for enough of her fancy outfits. What's one more?
“Oh, does he now?”
CC unbuttons Fran’s shirt and pushes it off her shoulders, letting it fall crumpled to the floor.
“Mmm, he was so apologetic,” she undoes Fran's jeans and pushes them down over her hips, helping her step out of them and her shoes, “So sorry that I had to take time out of my day to do this. Kept saying I was doing him a huge favour.”
He clearly has no idea. Or he's a much better actor than they’ve given him credit for. Fran’s not bothered either way, because CC’s pulling her over to the rail of dresses and looking at her as if she’s sizing her up. She pulls a maroon gown down and holds it up, scrutinizing it against Fran’s skin.
“This one first, I think.”
Fran thought she loved shopping because of the search, because of the choice and the possibilities. When they got here, she couldn't understand why CC would want someone else to pick out what she should try on, what she should wear. Not that it’s not working for her, clearly, but she thinks it must suck all the fun out of getting dressed in the morning. Fran’s clothes are so much a part of who she is, she can’t fathom having anyone else choose them for her. But now CC’s helping her into another dress, this one a deep cherry red with the neckline cut across her shoulders, and it fits like a glove and CC can't stop looking at her. This is probably the 7th dress she’s put on, and she’s been watching CC get more and more flushed, less and less able to string a sentence together as she helps Fran change and then bosses her around a bit, tells her how to stand and to turn slowly so she can see her from every angle. And Fran’s starting to get it. She doesn't want a stranger picking out her clothes, although Anna has done a very good job, but CC choosing them? CC looking at her in her underwear with that slightly hard gaze, flicking through clothes and deciding what she wants to see Fran in? And then lounging back against the mirror as Fran models them for her? It’s liable to ruin both her and the ridiculously expensive dresses.
“What do you think, darling?”
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the-ghost-of-a-spirit ¡ 5 months ago
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my thoughts while watching mha s3 ep 1-11
At the start azaiwa gives a rundown on everyone and I am very grateful (I will forget all)
The cat girls and the kid are so funny, the way they were when we first saw them made me question things
would like to file a complaint against Aizawas smile? I think he's trying to smile.
very aware that deku's eyes are green
i like koda
deku who can barely survive 5%: ONE MILLION PERCENT my boy, thats 200,000 times your limit
skin guys quirk is fire, ok, but why does he look like that
scratch the first part, why is he like that.
anyway, so skin guys quirk is fire, and then theres a guy who made clone of him, who was the one that attacked aizawa
love how one guy;s weapon is a bunch of sharp stuff tied together
steel guy and rock guy are now one of my favouite parings of hardheaded dumbasses (the only one)
hey, uh, why did i just see dark shadow atttack deku
just realised, dark shadow is basically a gist from SP, but different
shoji and tokoyami are a duo i did not expect, but is actually nice.
wait, can froppy taste with her tongue?
oh wow, laser frenchboy is the only one left standing, i need to see him be competent,
i dont consider nomus human
i was really hoping everyone would be ok after this (alive and not kidnapped) but sadly
i forgot the gas villian was a kid, wonder how he ended up here
if there was a traitor, i would say nezu, but i know he's not, its (probably) not almight or aizawa, and if there was, it would be someone who has been introduced well, so thats cementos, midnight, mic, horse-gun-guy and 1B's teacher, but also maybe not.
almights ringtone though "A phone call is here! a phone call is here!" and the teachers being like that about it
"I broght you a present, Its a melon!" i love that and they talk about the sad stuff
rescue misson time, 2 of them, probably at once.
anyway, lots of pros are about to do a thing, and also some not-pros (ua students) at the same time, they will run into eachother.
best jeanist is apparently not just a clothes guy, thats interesting
i need to know who these heros are, i recgonise, like 3,
deku being told he should, try not to get injured for a bit: I'm going to go on a dangerous rescue misson!!!
unrelated but we are at ep8 now, halfway through
WAIT THATS AIZAWA, WHAT
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WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT, HIS HAIR IS SHORT NOW, WHAT
love how everyones starting to hate heros, this'll be fun
whats with twice and the personalites he does, like why.
y'know what, i think the leuge of villans are onto something here, like, maybe dont go attacking highschoolers, but yeah
hey, uh, the guy's calling A HAND, father, should we be concerned?
like, 90% sure the kids are at the wrong hideout
idk why bur i randomly start deciding to play snake
jeanist's quirk i think is just controlling thread, but in this one shot it looks so cool
can we just pause for a sec, and talk about how, almight has smashes named after american places, like why, this is japan
it would be really funny to use magnetism in a crowded place
one for all kinda looks like a nomu
also i am not loving this arc (rescue bakugo) i think it should have been 2 episodes, not like, however many its been
what shigaraki's whos grandson,
oh its almights predecesor, the one with the quirk before him
y'know i would have thought all for one had some sort of healing factor
deku is gonna show up soon, i'm calling it
nope its endevor, i was close (their both a person)
and other people?
i think he's just making up enhancer-things like "spear-like bones" do you know what spears and bones even do? what are you hoping to acomplish
his arm is bigger that the rest of his entire body
love how all that blood dissapears then comes back, like, consistency pls
oh cool, we get a united states smash, as if this isn't TAKING PLACE IN JAPAN, like why is like this (also Tokyo smash sounds cooler then detroit smash)
anway, thats the end of this part, 11 episodes worth of thought, there will be more
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