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#i know that there's lot of controversy now about this show#i don't support whatever bad is going on with viziepop#but i still enjoy this show and i've been waiting for it all these years :^#and i don't have amazon prime so yeah you can figure how i watched this show lol#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin alastor#doodles#aaaaandd i decided not to stick with one fandom so now i'll draw a lot of different things :D I hope you'll like it! :>
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for the past 4 days, i've descended into madness over the anon getting turned into an animatronic. behold. 2.6k words @get-rammed i've gone insane
as always, i spew BTS lore in the tags
âAlright, thatâs everything,â his Handler announces, finishing the paint on his last claw. They give his hand a satisfied pat. Monty watches as they turn away and begin packing up their things, making idle chatter as they do, offhandedly mentioning that they hope it isnât too late by the time they actually get to head home. They told him earlier that theyâve got a meeting with the higher-ups once theyâre done tonight, and itâs been weighing on him all day.
âI donât think you should go to that meeting,â he says because he canât take it any longer.
They pause. âWhat do you mean?â
âI just⌠I donât think you should go.â Monty clenches his fists in his lap. It doesnât feel right. If it was any other lame meeting announced in a staff email, sure, but this isnât one of those. They were approached in person. No documents, nothing written; just pulled them aside this morning and told them something about enhancing the Handler experience. All of the other Handlers have gone home already, too, and thereâs nothing that they could want just his for that meant anything good.
They huff fondly. âI donât really have a choice, Monty.â
They keep getting ready, a sinking feeling forming in Monty. He tries again to explain that itâs a bad idea again but is gently shut down. His Handler hugs his head on their way out, an act heâd usually eat up and crave more of, but tonight, he feels like rejecting it. It just feels so wrong.
âSweets, please, donât go.â He grabs onto their sleeve. âI got a bad feeling about this.â
Their face softens. âI hear you, Monty, but I have to. Iâll probably get fired if I donât.â They laugh a little. âIâm sure everything will be fine. Worst-case scenario, they dump a mountain of work on me. Everythingâll be okay. Iâll see you tomorrow, big guy.â
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They announced a new animatronic the very next day.
The announcement made Monty raise a brow because even with his debut as a Glamrock, as rushed as it was, Fazzbear Entertainment still took their time to milk it for all its worth. Surely, with a brand-new animatronic, theyâd pull out all of the theatrics. But, no, management had just called everyone backstage (Monty was grabbed by Chicaâs Handler because his still wasnât here, and it worried him. They always tell him if theyâre going to be late) and spilled the news.
Itâs another gator, which, geez, thanks, corporate. Itâs dressed in actual clothes, unlike the rest of them. Itâs a little smaller than Monty, with a sleeker design. Monty eyes the new thing up and down. Thereâs something⌠wrong with it. Monty feels it. So does the rest of the band. It stands across from them, eyes too wide, taking in too much yet too little information at the same time. Its hands are clutched together, held tightly to its chest. Itâs a shambling mess, really. Barely finished and definitely not ready for crowds. The thing really needs a Handler, which only reminds Monty of the empty space by his side.
Itâs different from them. It doesnât fill its body like itâs supposed to. A feeling of uneasiness washes over the room. Even the other Handlers look a little disturbed.
After the incredibly lackluster introduction, dampened by the uneasiness of everyone in the room, management gives up on pleasantries and snaps at everyone to prepare for opening time. They leave without further explanation, not even telling everyone what the newcomer is supposed to be doing. Everyone takes the chance to leave as fast as possible, abandoning the barely functional animatronic where it stands.
Something in Monty tells him to linger, as disturbed as he is. The sinking feeling he had last night returns tenfold.
It looks too familiar. Cautiously, Monty approaches the thing, eyeing the uniform it wears. He dares not to peek at the nametag displayed proudly on its chest. The animatronic tilts its head up at him slightly, or at least it tries. Monty can hear the inner mechanics going, but it remains frozen. He stands uncomfortably in front of it, unsure of what to do. Everything about it feels wrong. Everything about this feels wrong.
He peeks at the nametag, and his world comes crashing down. Surely not. They couldnât have shoved a whole person, a full consciousness, inside of an animatronic, could they? That technology doesnât exist, right? Right?
Monty reaches out a shaking hand, staring into the botâs blank, red eyes. It canât be. Fazzbear has done some fucked up, shady stuff, but they wouldnât do this, would they? This has to be too far. It has to. His hand touches their forearm, feeling the all-too-familiar fabric of the Handler uniforms under his finger pads. He meets their eyes, registering the terror behind their blank stare.
âHey,â he says softly. âHey, itâs... I, uh-â
âM-â Their voice fries out, and their jaw moves unnaturally. But itâs enough for Monty. Thatâs their voice. Thatâs their voice. Monty feels something vile fester inside of him. If he could get sick, he would. Thatâs them. Thatâs them in there. Theyâre in there. Thatâs his Handler, who he saw just last night, in there.
Their stare is so blank. Their hands are clutched together so tightly. Thatâs them.
âOh, sweetsâŚâ
His hands slide down their arms to take their hands, snagging his thumb on the cuff of their uniform as he goes. Something there catches his eyes, though, something a human eye would miss, but something heâs been trained to notice. A tiny speckle of blood stained into the fabric. Their blood.
Monty sucks in a breath, his grip on their hands tightening. They were hurt when this was done to them. They bled.
âLetâs go to my green room,â he says. He keeps his voice gentle, but thereâs also no room to argue. He doesnât think they could, anyway. They donât respond to him or make any kind of movement, so Monty moves for them. Slowly, painfully, he guides them up to his green room, keeping a gentle set of hands on them the entire way. They stumble and wouldâve fallen without Monty to catch them. Their tail drags limply behind them. They probably donât know how to use it for balance yet. The word yet makes Montyâs heart hurt.
He ensures the door stays open as they shuffle into his room, hovering over them until theyâve been cautiously guided to sit on the couch. They donât need to struggle to stand anymore. Monty doesnât think he could handle seeing it.
âEverythingâs gonna be okay,â he says. Itâs a lie. Itâs an awful, horrible lie, but what else is he supposed to say?
They try to speak again, but their voice fries into something that sounds like a quiet cry. Their body begins to tremble, their hands clenching around each other even harder. All tell-tale signs that theyâre crying, but they donât have tears anymore. Instead, their eyes just stare into the wall, unresponsive.
âIâm so sorry, sweets,â he says as they weep. He sits beside them on the couch, cautiously wrapping his body around theirs. He doesnât know if the different sensations will upset them even further, but he also doesnât know what else to do.
âH-â A billow of steam rolls out of their jaw, rattling their whole system. The sudden movement startles Monty, making him pull away.
âHey, sweets, you-â Monty glances into their eyes, wide, sightless, terrified, with a slack jaw pouring steam, âyou need to calm down. I know it seems like Iâm askinâ the impossible of ya, but youâll overheat yourself, and I dunno how to fix that.â
Their body shudders, unresponsive to their mind. Monty doesnât know what to do. He doesnât know how to help. He remembers what they did when he first came online and when he was given his new body. They surrounded him with familiar, comforting things, but his Handler doesnât live here like he does. At least they didnât. Their greatest comforts are probably far out of Montyâs reach. He searches around his green room, trying to find anything he knows helps them relax.
He spots a fidget they used to love playing with during his noon charging sessions. It should be simple enough; it just needs a pushing and pulling motion. Nothing complicated. But his Handlerâs hands donât react, even as he pries them apart and presses the fidget into their palm. Their fingers remain tense, not even twitching.
âOkay, something easier. I got it. Iâve got you.â
Monty reaches and grabs one of the oversized plushies lying beside the two of them on the couch. Itâs big enough for him to comfortably interact with, so it should be good enough for them, too, right? He places the weighted plush in their lap, tucking its arms in so his Handler doesnât have to do it themself. It looks like they try to wrap their arms around the plush, but the thing just ends up getting knocked to the floor. The failure to get their arms to work only serves to upset his Handler more as their hands begin trembling, the metal of the digits clinking together.Â
Monty looks up at them, scared for them. Scared with them. If they canât function, theyâre going to be decommissionedâ not fired, not still alive, decommissioned and dead. Gone forever. Their head has turned slightly, staring intensely at something, so Monty follows their line of sight. His gaze lands on their jacket that they accidentally left last night, draped across a chair. Now a little shaky himself, Monty gets up and retrieves it for them.
He realizes once he gets back that it doesnât fit them anymore. It used to be so big on them, but it doesnât fit now. Their favorite jacket, the one they wore every day, doesnât fit anymore. He drapes it over their shoulders, bringing it around them tightly. Their shoulders are bigger under his hands. Wider. Their body is like his own now and so very, very different from what it used to be.
He retakes their hands, kneeling in front of them. He meets their eyes, which stare deep into whatever kind of soul he has.
âLook at me, Chere,â he says, squeezing their hands, trying to ground them. Heâd tell them to breathe with him, but they canât anymore, and he doesnât know if thatâll help or upset them. âIâve got you. I promise. I wonât ever, ever let anything else happen to you. I promise.â
Their hands squeeze his own, and Monty lets out his own version of a sigh of relief. The shaking in their limbs begins to die down, the steam eventually coming to an end. He smiles at them, keeping his hold on their hands solid. He praises them softly, rubbing their knuckles.
Their eyes meet his properly, and Monty can see the hurt and the fear in their eyes. They shift, jaw moving experimentally.
âI⌠canât breathe,â they say.
Montyâs heart breaks for them. They try to shift, try to grab onto their jacket and pull it tighter around them, but their limbs wonât cooperate, and the metal of their fingers slips against the satin material.
âHere, you gotta⌠you gotta grip with the pads of your fingers. Like this,â Monty says, taking hold of their hands and guiding their fingers to do so. A shudder runs through their system, getting their hands to tighten and pull, if only slightly.
Monty steps back to take another look at the design of their new body. A gator, like him. Their hair is soft and synthetic, with a little product to keep it sleek, so at least that wasnât taken from them. In a bitter-sweet kind of way, Monty can imagine helping them style their hair in the morning when the dust settles. But Monty still has trouble adjusting to his mohawk, so he canât imagine what itâs like for them right now. How long itâll take for that dust to settle. Theyâre smaller than him. Sleeker. A little more compact and able to fit into tighter spaces. Probably equipped with the same processing power Monty has, and he prays to whatever is out there, none of the guardrails. Overall, theyâre⌠built to work. They were hurt, maybe even killed, their body broken, disposed of, and shoved into this body to work. To work! They never get to go home again; they never get to have a life outside of the Pizzaplex ever again, all so Fazzbear Entertainment could have another obedient little worker.
Monty shoves down his anger. They donât need that right now. Instead, he turns his energy to muster up the best smile he can, affirming the correct motions with their hands.
âThere you go, youâve got it.â His smile wavers a little at their silence.Â
They stare at their hands, their new, robotic, alien hands. Hands that donât listen when they tell them to move. A body that doesnât listen. They grip around the fabric of their jacket, feeling, in a way, the mechanics whirr in their arms. But they donât feel the silky fabric anywhere but their finger pads. They feel the warmth of Monty in front of them, holding onto them, but only in broad strokes. Itâs not like skin. Itâll never be like skin. Thereâs no more blood, only coolant (they feel so cold), no nerves, no organs. No lungs. Those things are still there, in a way, in a robotic sense.
All of the essential bits keeping their body moving are still there. But itâs not their body. Flashes of blood and mutilation streak across their vision the longer they stare. They have claws now. And a snout. And a tail. They always thought itâd be kind of cool to have a tail, who doesnât, but not like this. They donât want this. They want to go home and lay in bed and fall asleep and hope that this is some god-awful dream. They want to fight with their ID at the stupid maintenance tunnel exit, and drive home tired, and wake up five hours later to come to work and do it all over again.Â
â... sweets?â
They look up to Monty, sight still a little unclear. He looks worried. He looks scared. They donât think theyâve ever seen him scared. He tentatively takes their hands, prying the fabric away before they rip something.
They stay there, Monty kneeling, Handler sitting, staring at each other. Lost, scared, confused. Neither quite sure what to say.
âI wanna go home,â they eventually settle on. They can see the resolve in Monty crack.
âI know, sweets.â He rubs their knuckles again. Theyâre disturbed by how little they can feel of it. âIâm so sorry they did this to you.â
They want to tell him that it wasnât his fault, that he has nothing to be sorry for, but the words donât come to them. So, instead, they sit in silence. Awful, dreadful silence.
Eventually, Monty stands, still holding their hands in his. âYouâve gotta be getting⌠tired,â he murmurs. âHere, Iâll show you how to get charged.â
His Handler know how. Theyâve helped Monty settle in to get charged a million times. But itâs different now. They need to charge. Their battery isnât running low, they donât think anyway, but the emotional drain is enough for them to take the carefully offered out. Monty gets them set up, gently explaining things as he goes, like what itâs going to feel like at first and how entering standby will kind of feel like sleeping (at least, what heâs pretty sure sleeping feels like). When everything is said and done, and Monty is sure theyâll be out for a while, he turns to eye the big door that separates his room from the rest of the Pizzaplex.
His curtains are closed, and heâs going to make sure it stays that way. For a long time.
#fnaf#fnaf security breach#montgomery gator#monty fanart#self insert#fnaf monty gator#reader insert#security breach monty#my post#the best part abt this blog is you can see my descent into madness. try n see how many overlaps there r to my tags on the og post (its lots#i imagine the animatronics were programmed to know absolutely Nothing about the Controversies hence monty's denial#which i LOVED writing btw i love knowing that something awful is afoot and the character try to deny it heehee#the reason the pronouns used for anons bot form changes b4 monty hears their voice is bc he's already started accepting it and their voice#basically just seals the deal#ik that the steam in bots releases from back vents + nostrils but i like the imagery of it spewing out of their mouth more#maybe they dont know how to use the back vents yet or something lmao#ive spent SO LONG thinking of all the tiny things that need to change now that only specific parts of their body register touch/have good#traction on slippy surfaces. such as satin jackets#anon went from all of the liquid in their body working to keep them warm to all of the liquid in their body working to keep them cool#yeah monty aint doin ANY shows (willingly) until they can function#AUGH ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN BODY HORROR IM RUSTY#this isnt even that heavy on the horror since most of it is montys pov but i had my fun for two whole paragraphs#I WAS GONNA ADD MORE BUT THE WC IS 2269 NICE#yeah i REALLY didnt wanna have to make up and bg characters so we have Management and Corporate thanks guys <3
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Need to vent momentarily so uhâŚ
Had a giant fight with my mom this morning about admiring Elon Musk or Donald Trump just because theyâre âsuccessfulâ which also evolved into her again critiquing her own children and how I pointed out that the shit she says about us can be hurtful, even when she insists sheâs trying to be âencouraging.â
I wonât go into detail about it because my family issues are insane sometimesâbut I wanted to add this context because maybe I still have some leftover frustration and rage from that, and I guess because Iâve experienced another weeks and weeksâ pile-up of sinophobia, and Iâm also overwhelmed by how awful the world is right now with the continued genocide of Palestine but also the rise in normalization of right wing politics, but I saw something today that just added to the frustration because God I hate how people canât see âthe Otherâ in a less prejudiced light.
Itâs not a big deal but saw some sinophobia today that with my poor mood didnât help exactly:
Basically, thereâs a short from a year ago about Chinese celebrities being snubbed at international events to the point that one of them (Liu Yifei) got cut off from a group photo and how another (Zhang Yuqi) got asked to get off the red carpet because they assumed she wasnât a guest despite her being all dressed up.
The comments are all bullshit like âwell they work for the CCP right? So they deserve to be ignoredâ or âwhy are you stirring up drama? Just because theyâre famous in China doesnât mean theyâre famous internationallyâ or âhaha a taste of Chinaâs own medicine.â
Like oh my God, shut up.
These are international events. Why are you acting like snubbing an international guest isnât worthy of critique? Just because you hate the countryâs politics?? In that case, if you donât even recognize the celebrity, how do you even know if they work for the oh-so-evil CCP???
Itâs always âI donât hate the Chinese; I just hate their governmentâ until it comes to actual Chinese people because then your poor brain just assumes Chinese people are an extension of their government. You think these celebrities work for the government just by simply existing?? How? Do you think they pay their wages to the CCP or some shit???
Kpop fans mentioned for years that kpop celebrities were snubbed at international red carpets until recently. Why the hell donât fans of Chinese celebrities get to point it out then?
#kuku vents#I know this isnât that important#but sometimes itâs the minute things that get to youâŚyou know?#there is bigger sinophobia stuff right now like how people think the recent 35 dead in China after a man drove a car into a crowd#is being covered up by the government#but that big sinophobia stuff is all stuff you expect#this littler instance of sinophobia is frustrating because it shows how normalized sinophobia is to the point it penetrates#these seemingly less important things#why should âpeople donât deserve to be snubbedâ be a controversial take?? just because theyâre Chinese???#also I am admittedly in a really poor mood#I think I fell into depression in October#and I finally kicked it a lot more than usual yesterday to do some cleaning and other productive stuff#but then I had the fight with my mom which made me feel like shit#we fought until the topic moved onto something less hurtful and explosive#but it genuinely made me explode for a while#and I havenât exploded in some time because I try to avoid conflicts with my mom now and to keep her happy#but Iâm the only one at home with her now so I have to put up with her attitude and temper#and I feel a lot of pressure overall from my family to âdo wellâ despite my interests being âless usefulâ#and my family still has other issues too that makes the pressure worse#I donât even want to vent about my current personal issues anywhere (not with my friends or even my diary) because itâs that stressful#I genuinely donât even want to think about it#I just kind of feel like Iâm going insane
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i feel like iâve been WAITING for the other shoe to drop wrt peopleâs opinions about watcher for this very reason. not that i think the reaction is completely not understandable but the greater the parasocial relationship, the greater the fallout as soon as public opinion shifts. you donât have a relationship with these people theyâre just content creators, chill
#ready to see all the people coming out of the woodwork to say how theyâve never liked watcher/unsolved/etc#and act like itâs âcringeâ now that their fanbase feels âbetrayedâ#itâs great to have a fanbase but parasocial relationships will bite you in the ass every single time#itâs interesting too though because iâve seen watcher have a LOT of support as theyâve tried to build something separate from buzzfeed#so this is the first time theyâre getting real pushback about a decision theyâve made wrt shifting their platform/expanding their brand#so ig weâll have to see how they react moving forward#but itâs soooo interesting to see how enthusiastically people dump on buzzfeed#AND how many people dump on youtube and how over the years so much of its functionality has been stripped away#how many ads you have to sit through. how much sponsored content there is now. etc#but when they try to do the same thing with youtube that they did with buzzfeed itâs like how dare you not lick their boots#because if you lick their boots and we lick their boots we can watch stuff for free#anyway.#even if you donât any to say itâs a bad business decision. itâs not like thereâs not precedent for it#1) the move away from buzzfeed was successful and 2) what about the dnd shows or whatever#donât you guys watch those dnd shows that are âbehind a paywallâ#donât you guys have netflix hulu disney hbo amazon etc ad nauseum that are actually owned by billion dollar corporations#donât you guys get on your high horses about supporting independent artists all the time#itâs interesting that people will profess to be such big fans!!! and feel like theyâre friends!!!!#but how dare they think their work might be worth paying for#idk. idk. itâs entitlement though#sorry for the rant iâm ALSO not trying to blindly defend a bunch of people i donât know#but you guys are being soooo fucking annoying about it lol#anyway iâm still waiting to see what their response is going to be from here before jumping to conclusions#also to be fair i am biased to be lenient about decisions made by independent filmmakers vs big studios etc#like everybody freaking out about the ai art used in late night with the devil. who cares honestly#âthey shouldâve paid a real artist!!â idk maybe their budget didnât cover that#i donât want it to become the industry norm but at the end of the day i would rather see indie shit getting made then only seeing#the big studios (who donât have equitable practices anyway!!) making shit#but thatâs another conversation. just to be transparent about my viewpoint on this kind of thing#maybe controversial but also canât we have nuance. for once.
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David Tennant interview at the British LGBT Awards, June 2024 (x)
Int: You being an ally to the community isn't something new. You've been doing it, but recently you've obviously really stepped up for trans and non-binary people in a time that's so, so needed. What made you do that?
David: I don't know that I feel like I've done anything that I wouldn't just sort of be normally doing. I mean, it's for me it's just common sense that there's there should be any suggestion that people aren't allowed to live the life they want to live and and to be who they want to be with and to express themselves wholeheartedly. I mean, as long as you aren't hurting anybody else, everybody else just needs to fucking butt out. I don't really understand why...
Int: ...it's controversial.
David: Yeah, there is and the thing... the thing, if there's something that's particularly sobering and depressing, it's that certain debates are being weaponized by certain elements of the political class, often for no... it seems it's not ideological so much as opportunistic. And I just think that's pretty disgusting, really.
Int: I couldn't agree more. What message would you like to send out to trans youth?
David: Please don't feel like you're not loved and that you're not accepted and that you're not... you know, most people in the world are good and kind and just want you to be able to be who you are. Most people in the world don't really care. I mean... you know what I mean?
Int: We're all narcissistic.
David: Exactly. Everyone's so self obsessed that really, the sort of noise that comes from a certain area of the press and of the political class is... it's a minority. It really is. And please don't let that make you feel diminished or dissuaded or discouraged, because, you know, you just... you have to be allowed to be yourself, and you are, and you are yourself and you must thrive and flourish, and we're all here for it.
Int: Amazing. I think, yeah, it's so important .I think sometimes it feels like there's so many people, but it is a minority. It's such a minority.
David: It's a tiny bunch of little whinging fuckers that are on the wrong side of history and they'll all go away soon.
Int: Like what happened with gay people 20 years ago.
David: When I was a kid, when I was a kid, exactly. You know, I was at school when Clause 28 came in and it all felt like being gay was something to be terrified of. And gay men in particular were demonised as paedophiles and now that just feels historic and ludicrous and, I mean, I don't see all those... all those battles aren't won, but we're in a very, very different place. And I feel like.I feel like history is on a progressive trajectory and it might get knocked sideways now and again by people for all sorts of reasons, which are often quite selfish and quite, as I say, not coming from a place of any sort of genuine belief system, but other than a place of opportunism. And that's something that we... I hope that in 20 years time, we're talking about, you know, these culture wars as something of the past.
Int: I believe we will. I'm a huge Doctor Who fan, so.
David: Oh, good, me too!
Int: You are my Doctor.
David: Oh, thank you very much.
Int: But recently, obviously, you came back for the 60th anniversary and you got to work with Yasmin Finney.
David: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Int: What was it like working with her?
David: Oh, she's brilliant. She's fantastic. Yeah. And she's in the show again now, she's back in it, so that's fantastic to see. She's lovely, talented, cool as a cucumber, articulate, brilliant. I learned a lot from her as an actor and also as someone who, you know, who's become a sort of de facto activist just because of who she is and where she is, and she becomes a sort of symbol of hope, and she's wonderful.
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Controversially young girlfriend
post-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: Joel finally finds his brother. He's not too happy to hear how he got on with his life without him. But his brother is also not happy to meet his new partner - you. Or Joel fucks you to comfort you. Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (reader is 22, Joel is 56), soft!dom!Joel, maybe little angst, unprotected PIV, fingering, daddy kink, DAUGHTER ISSUES (pls itâs important), protective!Joel, no!Ellie AU, pet names (baby girl, kitty, daddy) Wordcount: 4,6k An: Soft Joel is definitely one of my favorites. It's a pleasure to write him that way. Music I worked with: Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey
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âWellâŚâ Tommy started, looking away. His hand intertwined with the woman's hand next to him. âMaria is family, actually.â
There was silence.
The atmosphere became so thick that you felt uncomfortable even though you weren't part of their conversation. Joel's gaze was fixed on the hands of the couple next to him as if he was cursing them in every way. You noticed out of the corner of your eye how his jaw was clenching dangerously so you decided to save the situation before it became even more awkward.
âCongrats,â you said with a nice smile and they responded in kind.
But they didn't wait for your words.
They waited for Joel's words, but he still remained dangerously silent.
You looked at him, placing your hand on his in a comforting gesture. His fingers immediately tightened around yours as if they were the only thing that could save him.
âJoel, say congrats,â you murmured with an encouraging smile. You watched carefully as he clenched his jaw tighter, fighting with himself. His eyes finally fell on his brother and his partner.
There was a long silence again.
âCongrats,â a low voice cut through the silence like a knife. You wanted to roll your eyes at the way his words sounded. As if he wished them to fall out on the ice. So in Joelâs style...
You were surprised that his attitude towards the whole situation changed in just a few seconds. A moment ago he was hugging his brother with tears in his eyes and now he was looking at him with contempt. There was no positive emotion in his behaviour but you decided that you would ask him about everything when you were alone.
You squeezed his hand tighter as he leaned back, getting more comfortable. And it wouldn't be something special if that damn old man wasn't trying to show in this way his dominance.
This time you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his childish behavior. Grown up man.
Tommy and Maria exchanged knowing glances before he tried to break the awkward atmosphere.
âSoâŚâ he started with a smile, looking from you to Joel. âAre you twoâŚâ he started, pointing his finger at you. You immediately understood what he was trying to ask and you opened your mouth to answer him, but Joel was faster.
"Yes," he said coldly. You glanced at him as he continued to stare deadly at his brother. Tommy smiled awkwardly and nodded.
"He's annoying sometimes, isn't he?" he asked teasingly, wanting to relax the atmosphere. You chuckled, deciding that at least you, out of the two of you, would show some level of manners.
âYeah, sometimes,â you nodded with a smile. Tommy quickly realized that he would rather talk to you than to his own brother. He smiled pleasantly at you, ignoring Joel's burning gaze.
"How did you meet?" he started, wanting to do a quick interview. And of course he wasn't doing it because you looked so damn young.
Too youngâŚ
You smiled wider, glancing out of the corner of your eye at Joel before you began to speak.
"Well... we happened to run into each other in the middle of nowhere," you said, feeling Joel start to gently stroke your hand with his thumb. A small gesture but it gave you a lot of comfort. âIt won't come as a surprise that the first time we met, we pointed guns at each other,â you laughed softly at the memory. It seemed so irrational now. "But somehow he managed to convince me not to put a bullet in his head."
Joel finally glanced at you, and if it weren't for the whole situation, he would have started teasing you about what you said.
âHe's been like my shadow ever since,â you finished saying and glanced at Joel, giving him a soft smile. His gaze immediately warmed. You were his weak spot and like a ray of sunshine, you warmed his broken soul. You were his cure.
Tommy noticed the way you were looking at each other and felt strangely uneasy. He hadn't seen Joel look at anyone like that since his daughter died. And he honestly didn't think it was a good thing.
"How old are you?" came the question from his mouth. Maria looked at him warningly, but it was too late. The words were spoken.
You looked at Tommy, smiling crookedly. You knew that your age was... a topic you preferred to avoid. Relationships with such an age difference were not perceived very well by other people.
âI-â you started hesitantly.
"Twenty-two," Joel replied, looking intently at his brother. You swallowed, feeling a lump in your stomach as you heard Joel's confident voice. You tightened your fingers on his hand, searching for the comfort he immediately provided you.
For him, there was only you.
You and your comfort were his priority.
Tommy laughed nervously, his eyes darting between the two of you. He straightened up slowly and glanced at his partner as if she was about to tell him that it was all really a joke.
But no one else laughed. Maria looked at him knowingly, Joel looked at him deadly and you looked down. Everyone was dead serious and then Tommy couldn't stand it. He looked at everyone, getting more serious by the second.
âAre you fucking serious?â he finally asked in disbelief. He snorted dryly, focusing his full attention on Joel. You cringed slightly at his aggressive tone. His reaction didn't bode well and you honestly didn't want to witness it. âJoel, what the fuck?â he growled, pointing his hand at you. âShe's twenty-two. She's a fucking child."
You blinked a few times, staring stubbornly at the discoloration on the table. Right now, anything was better than facing the situation that was happening.
But Joel was calm. At least that's what he appeared to be. He gently squeezed your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. And he didn't seem at all concerned about his brother's reaction.
"If Sarah were alive-"
"Donât," Joel interrupted him firmly. Tommy fell silent, knowing he had said a few too many words. But he wasn't thinking about that now. He was too upset about what his brother was doing. He snorted dryly, spreading his hands helplessly.
âWhat are you doing exactly?â he asked, raising his eyebrows. âYouâre playing family with her? Playing her daddy?â he continued with increasing disgust. âTreating your daughter issues?â he added with venom.
Tears appeared in your eyes. Was your relationship really that disgusting in the eyes of others?
"She is younger than her, Joel" he said a little more calmly, trying to make his brother realize that what he was doing was wrong. Your eyes met Maria's. There was no compassion in her for this situation, she looked at you with compassion as if you were unaware of the harm that was affecting you. As if you were⌠just a stupid kid.
You shuddered because of the negative emotions that filled the table. This didn't go unnoticed by Joel. He knew he had allowed Tommy's offensive comments to go on too long.
"She's happy with me," he finally said, his voice a little hoarse. This time you shuddered because of him. âYou don't have to worry about the rest. I'm not hurting her.â He straightened up slowly and squeezed your hand before letting you go. "We'll replenish our supplies and leave in the morning," he decided, moving away from the table. Tommy looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"Joel-"
"Thank you for the meal," he said politely to Maria and stood up. His contemptuous gaze was fixed on his brother as he extended his hand towards you.
âIt was nice to meet you,â you said, smiling politely at her and then without thinking, you took Joel's hand. In the blink of an eye, a jacket appeared on your shoulders as you stepped outside. Without a word, you tried to keep up with Joel as you passed the others people.
He was furious, you were sure of that. That's why you were afraid to even breathe for several minutes. The snow crunched under your shoes as you passed each street. You had access to the house at the very end of the town, so you had a short walk ahead of you.
Eventually, Joel slowed down a bit. His shoulders stopped tensing and the crease between his eyebrows disappeared slightly.
âNot so great orientation meeting,â you said jokingly. Joel raised an eyebrow, glancing down at you. And even though his emotions were swirling inside him, the sight of your sweet, innocent smile immediately brought him peace.
He sighed heavily, looking away. âYeah, not very successful,â he replied with a small smirk on his face.
You smiled wider when you saw his reaction. You loved that Joel was like this just with you. As if he couldn't feel negative emotions around you. He really couldnât. You were his cure for everything.
The rest of the way was spent in silence until you stood on the porch of the last house on the street and Joel opened the door for you.
âWoah,â you sighed, looking around the house. âA house suitable for living. Iâm in shockâ you marveled as you slowly explored each room and Joel watched your every move. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, and quickly looked around the interior.
âYeah, not bad,â he nodded, making you look at him in shock.
âDude, it's awesome here,â you said, spreading your arms with a wide smile.
âLanguageâ admonished you.
âYeah, sorry,â you nodded and started exploring the house again.
You spent the entire evening washing away the dirt from several months. Only after the third time, the water was clear. You sat staring at the water as Joel washed your hair once again. You didn't ask him for it, but you never had to ask him for anything. If he could, he would start breathing for you. It may have amounted to obsession.
But who could stop him? More than one has tried to take you away from him. And they all ended their lives.
Who could blame him? If he had to, he would kill everyone in the world, everyone infected, just to keep you safe.
"Can I ask you something?" you spoke up, breaking the silence.
âAnything,â he replied, automatically washing the ends of your hair thoroughly.
âYou promise you won't be mad?â
âI can't be mad at you.â
And it was true. Even though you knew it, you still felt stressed. Joel wasâŚallergic to certain topics and you completely respected that. But after today, you couldn't and didn't want to stay silent.
âHow old would Sarah be now?â you asked quietly. His movements stopped for a few seconds, as did your heart. But Joel didn't let you live in uncertainty for long. He slowly started washing your hair again and sighed softly. You knew that this topic wasn't very pleasant for him, so you honestly spat in your face for needing to know the answer to a few questions.
"Thirty-two," he replied without much emotion.
You swallowed hard, realizing that Tommy was right. You were too fucking young for him.
His daughter would be ten years older than you.
His daughter.
And you were his⌠who? Girlfriend? Now that sounded pathetic.
You wrapped your arms around your knees tighter, resting your chin on them and remaining silent. You've never thought about it all this way.
Joel was always⌠good for you.
True, he had his weaknesses, but who didn't? His wounds didn't bother you. After all, you fell in love with him. With all his flaws.
"You're silent," he noted after a few minutes of silence.
This conversation was not in his favor, but he knew that there were reactions going on in your head that shouldn't be there. And he knew he had to make sure nothing stupid got into your head.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked, starting to slowly rinse the lather from your hair. The warm water ran down your back, making you shiver with pleasure.
âI just⌠think,â you shrugged. Joel sighed heavily and you knew very well what that meant.
"Baby-"
"Do you think Tommy's right?" you interrupted him before he could get going.
"About?" he asked, squeezing the excess water from your hair. You straightened up, looking at him over your shoulder. You were upset by everything you heard and he couldn't bear it. He couldn't stand that his own brother had put you in such a state. A state of doubt.
Joel moved closer to you, groaning softly as he knelt by the tub. You watched his tired face with those innocent eyes of yours.
âListen, baby girlâŚâ he started and touched your cheek gently. âI'm not going to lie to youâŚTommy's god damn right,â he nodded, and more emotions immediately appeared in your eyes.
Fear? Surprise? Uncertainty? Or maybe all at once.
Despite his words, he smiled at you, stroking your jaw tenderly. âI'm too damn old for you,â he laughed, following the movements of his fingers with his eyes. His worn hands against your silky skin.
Two contradictions.
âFuckâŚâ he sighed with a helpless smile and trailed his fingers down to your neck. âBaby, you are like a blooming flower. Young, beautiful, innocent," he said dreamily. "While I am a dried bush overgrown with weeds for a long time."
âYou are not,â you denied, frowning in sadness. Joel smiled fondly at your words and stroked your cheek with his thumb. You unconsciously hugged to his hand. A warm, rough hand that brought you a sense of security.
âSo what am I in your eyes?â he asked, looking at you with tenderness. You were so damn delicate that sometimes he was afraid he would break you.
âYou are like a big oak tree at the very top of the hill,â you said with a soft smile. A smile that was intended only for him. âYour crown provides shade and shelter in the summer,â you continued, looking closely at every detail on his face. "And in winter your branches scare away all those who didnât rest under you in summer."
His heart tightened in his chest as he listened to your words. In your eyes, Joel was a completely different person. In your eyes, he was good.
âYou would be a good poet,â he replied, shaking his head with a smile. You watched as he slowly stood up, groaning at the slightest movement.
Good old oak.
âGet your ass out of it cause I want to wash up too,â he looked down at you with a smirk before walking out of the bathroom.
A few hours later you were lying in bed.
A soft bed.
A clean bed.
And yet you couldn't sleep.
You stared at the blank wall and thought about everything and nothing. Joel was long asleep. At least that's what you thought. You didn't know because you hadn't turned to face him since he laid down in bed. His calm breathing was the only thing you could focus on. No other sounds. You were... safe. This was rare.
So why did you feel so⌠bad?
Why his calm breathing didnât bring you comfort like it always did?
Why you felt like you were in the wrong place?
Why-
âYou've been silent for several hours,â Joel's hoarse voice brought you out of your thoughts. âIt wouldn't be weird if you were sleeping, but you are not,â he continued, and the mattress behind you sagged under his weight. His arm wrapped around your waist as he leaned in, nuzzling your ear. âSo are you finally going to tell me what this is about?â he whispered, sending shivers down your entire body. Your pulse immediately quickened at his proximity.
Then came a gentle kiss behind the ear.
And then on the neck.
And then his arm tightened around you, pulling you closer to his heated chest.
âI was sleeping,â you said quietly, hoping to avoid the conversation.
âLiar,â he whispered into your ear, his warm breath reverberating through your body in an inappropriate way. âCome on, baby girl,â he nuzzled you encouragingly. "Spit it out."
You lay there struggling with yourself for a while. You didn't want to talk about it now. You didn't want to talk about it at all. But something inside made you ask the question that was floating around in your head like a virus.
âIf you think Tommy is right, then why-â
âBecause I love you,â he interrupted you, knowing very well what your question would be. Even if he didn't know, there was one answer. âBecause I can't imagine being where I am now without you.â
You fell silent, letting his words permeate the space around you. You believed him. Always and in everything. You pursed your lips into a line, wondering for the first time if you were stupid enough to trust him blindly with everything.
For the first time you doubted him.
âThey looked at me like I was stupid for trusting you,â you whispered, huddling deeper under the blanket. Joel sighed softly and turned you towards him. You stared at his chest, not wanting to look at him. You were ridiculed just because you were young.
âHey, baby, look at me,â he said gently, running his fingers down your cheek to your chin to force you to look up.
You were sad.
He hated when you were sad.
His sunshine couldn't hide behind the clouds.
âYou're not stupid, you understand?â he started, looking at you seriously. You wanted to look away but he wouldn't let you. "Understand?" he repeated more firmly. You nodded weakly, but that was enough for him. âI'm the problem, not you,â he spoke softly, stroking your cheek gently. âI'm not a good person and they know it,â he smiled gently, wanting to reassure you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I've done a lot of bad things you've never even heard of." He slowly traced your cheek until he finally removed his hand only to place it on your hip. âBut you⌠You are good.â He pressed his fingers lightly against your skin and then moved down to your thigh. âAnd someone as good as you shouldn't be with someone as bad as me,â he explained and slowly pulled your leg on top of him.
âBut-â
âYour age is just something they can pick on,â he answered your question before it left your mouth. You fell silent, feeling the warmth on your cheeks as his hand slowly began to stroke your thigh. âThey don't believe that someone like you is with me by choice and not by force,â he explained with a soft smile on his lips as his hand moved up, sneaking under your shirt to your waist. âThey explain everything using my trauma. And the fact is, maybe there is a fatherly instinct in me. But thanks to this, I can take care of you the way you need it.â His words crept into your head just as he wanted them to. You were fascinated by him. You looked at him again like you always did.
As if there was only him in the whole world.
That look healed another piece of his soul each time.
He couldn't lose you.
Even at the cost of his own brother.
âAnd the fact that you kissed me first was just an added bonus. I'm just a man and you knew exactly what to do to make me weak for you" he added with a smirk and you snorted under your breath. Your reaction was enough to make his heart beat faster. And the happiness in your eyes only ignited it.
He leaned towards you, nuzzling his nose against yours. You closed your eyes with a blissful smile.
âThey may think you're stupid for me, but the truth is, I'm stupid for you,â he whispered before gently pressing his lips to yours. The warmth of his lips and the roughness of his beard warmed your heart. He kissed you gently and slowly. He always did it slowly. Enjoying every second of the closeness you gave him. He didn't know how many moments like this he had left so he enjoyed everything you gave him.
The softness of your lips.
The gentleness of your hands.
The sweetness of your moans.
His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you. Your hands came to his cheeks as he slowly deepened the kiss. Even in the kiss he could feel how delicate you were.
Joel was already too destroyed by life for his lips to taste like yours. But that's how you liked him. With heavy touch, rough beard, chapped lips and tired eyes. And all this with a pinch of love he had for you.
You moaned into his mouth as he pulled your hips closer to his. How could you not fall for him when he was perfect for you?
âLet me take care of you, baby girl,â he whispered against your lips and moved his hips gently, grinding against you. Your breath shuddered as he brushed against your pussy. Without thinking, you nodded.
âOkay,â your whisper disappeared into his mouth as he kissed you again. He ran his hand down your back to your ass until he disappeared between your thighs.
You moaned sweetly as he ran his fingers over your wet slit. He loved how wet you were for him. Always.
You made him feel like a man again.
You let him take care of you in every sense of the word. You trusted him. And this time he wasn't going to make the same mistake.
His fingers slowly dipped into your hole, triggering another moan that disappeared into his mouth. He slowly started fucking you with his fingers. Gently and with love. Takes his time with you.
You breathed heavily into his mouth, purring every now and then in contentment at his gentle touch. He experienced it with you, drinking everything from your lips.
âYou're always ready for me,â he purred contentedly and rubbed the bulge in his boxers against your clit. You whimpered softly. âSuch a good girl,â he nuzzled against yours and placed a kiss on the tips of your lips. You felt the muscles in your lower abdomen begin to tense with every movement of his finger.
And suddenly his fingers disappeared. You gasped, feeling the sudden emptiness. His hand disappeared between your bodies only to take out his ready cock. He ran his hand along his entire length a few times, placing another kiss on your cheek.
âDonât worry, daddy will take care of you,â he whispered, running his tip over your slit and then dipping into you a moment later. You gasped, closing your eyes and letting him wrap his arms around your waist.
He pulled you closer, impaling you with his cock. He shuddered as he buried himself inside you. You always welcomed him with warmth and wetness. You clenched around him at the feeling of being filled.
âShe's happy to see me,â he said happily, placing a trail of kisses along your jaw. He wrapped his arm tightly around your hips and slowly began to move inside you. His movements were negligible. He pulled out of you only a few inches only to come back in again. These lazy movements were beyond perfect. You felt him perfectly and constantly. Just like you should.
You moaned, tightening your leg around his hip to get even closer. To make it even deeper. His lips were on your neck, placing wet kisses inch by inch. And all you could do was melt in his embrace. Every lazy movement of his hips stimulated you non-stop. Your soft moans filled the room and his heart. He loved hearing you sing for him.
He kept thrusting into you, keeping the perfect pace. Zero breaks in stimulating your pussy. Lazy sex was definitely one of your favorites. The constant closeness you had then was something that made you forget for a moment that the world around you existed. His lips returned to yours, inviting you into a deep kiss. Perfectly coordinated from the very beginning. From the first moment your lips met.
âI love making love to you,â he whispered against your lips. All you could do in response was pull him in for a kiss again. The pleasure you felt between your legs, your heart and your soul made a single tear roll down your cheek.
Fuck, how could you ever give up on this man? The old oak tree under whose care you blossomed.
His fingers dug into your skin and his movements were more decisive. He continued to move lazily inside you, only to enter hard until the very end. You breathed heavily into his mouth, keeping your hands firmly on his cheeks. Your gasps and moans mixed together in perfect harmony.
âFuck, dad-â you trailed off as he thrust into you hard once again.
âYes, baby girl, come on my cock,â he gasped, feeling your slit becoming more and more reluctant to let him come out of you. This was the only time he started fighting with you.
He held your hips tightly, trying to keep the same pace even though you weren't making it easy for him.
âDon't fight it kitty,â he said with a smile. You laughed softly against his lips and started moving your hips to help him. Your movements made him look forward to fulfillment as well. You both moved your hips in sync, moaning into each other's mouths.
âDaddyâs gonna fill you up, okay?â he gasped, feeling his movements become sloppier than he would have liked.
âMhm,â you murmured, holding on to his neck like a lifeline. Joel began to moan louder and louder into your mouth, feeling his orgasm slowly approaching like a wave of fire. You sped up your hip movements, feeling him start to slow down. You had to catch up with him.
âOh, fuck⌠Fuck,â he groaned in pleasure as he came inside you. His orgasm was like a rag to a bull for you. You rolled your hips a few more times before you came, panting heavily. You shuddered, moving your hips one more time before you collapsed, looking up at him, satisfied.
He watched you in silence, and the sight of your face after your orgasm was definitely one of his favorites. He leaned towards you, stealing a gentle kiss. His thumb stroked your cheek as if you were made of porcelain. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you to his chest as he covered your bodies with the blanket. You snuggled into him, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked your hair gently.
"You know... you may be too old for me, but you're still doing pretty well," you admitted, and he laughed quietly.
"Yeah?" he asked, amused.
âYeah,â you nodded with a smile. Joel leaned down to press a kiss to your head in response to your teasing. You were perfect. And you were his.
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Wild Domination
Lion Hybrid bf x Antelope Hybrid fem!readerâ exhibitionism, voyeurism, rough sex, aftercare
Your Lion Hybrid bf not choosing a Lion for his mate had been a very controversial choice within his pride. But he had stuck by it. Stuck by you, his Antelope Hybrid mate.
And you were gonna stick by him through it all too. No matter how often the other lion hybrids looked at you like you were their next meal. But not in the way your bf always did. Or how they whispered cruel words as you passed them by.
Though while you were determined to make friends, thinking if they loved you theyâd be more accepting of you, your bf knew only one thing would work.
Dominance.
He had to show them all who was still leading his pride and that no disrespect to his mate would be tolerated. Because you were his love and the one who would be leading alongside him. So in a way you had to show your dominance. Or be dominated.
You shyly follow behind him as he gathers everyone to address his pride. The entire lot of you all standing in the large dining room of his home.
âI hear there is some uncertainty on the claim I have made to my mate,â your bf rumbles out, a subtle threat to his tone. They all avoid his gaze.
You blush as he brings you to stand in front of him. His hands on your shoulders and the comforting presence of his heat on your back helping to calm you. His hands draw down your body with desire, sliding along and groping at your delicious curves, feeling the flesh give away under his intense affection.
You donât mean to but you end up meeting the eye of everyone at the other end of the table, seeing varying degrees of displeasure.
âIâve brought you all here to clear any remaining doubt.â
You feel a light pressure on our back and you instantly submit, following your bfâs silent instructions. But your eyes widen as you find yourself bending over on top of the table, cheek squished against the glass.
âLove, whatâre you doing?â
He doesnât respond and for a moment you worry he hadnât heard your breathless question. Then he flips up your dress and kicks your knees a part so that he can fit snuggly between your legs even with your tail. Any lingering questions fly out of your head the second he pushes your panties to the side and you feel his wet tip pushing through your folds.
âSo that you know her heart is mine, her soul is mine, her body is mine, and most of all her perfect pussy is mine,â your bf says with a blissful sigh and he pushes into you.
With a growl he refuses to hold back, wanting everyone to understand the claim he has on you and that you have on him. His hands return to your shoulders as he starts pounding away at you, tail flicking furiously. You moan wildly, struggling to push back against his every thrust when heâs pinning your body down. But knowing you need even more of him.
The other Lion Hybrids look on, acceptance and denial in their expressions. Yet no matter what the smell of arousal was clear from both sides of the room. Your own bliss grows at the sight of them all enjoying the show and you cry out when your bf starts hitting those special spots inside of you, his length spearing through your gummy walls till your toes curl.
âLook at how well she takes my cock. Made for me to be inside of her. No one else- no one else can make me feel like this,â your bf snarls loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room as he keeps pumping his cock inside your tight cunt.
By now you can see just about everyone at the other end of the room touching themselves to the sight of you and your bf. It makes your skin buzz and your pussy flutter around your bfâs dick.
Your bf growls again and a second later you feel his hot breath on your neck. You shiver, leaning into him and his relentless thrusts. The new angle hitting even deeper inside you.
âYou like this, sweetheart? Having our pride watch as I take your soaked cunt and stretch it with my cock,â He whispers in your ear and you canât help but clench down on him, moaning raggedly.
He chuckles as if your reaction had given him all the answer he needed. His thrusts start to turn sloppy and erratic and you know heâs close. Wanting to feel you milk his cock, your bf grips your sensitive horns and guides your body back. You cry out, jerking in his hold but not wanting him to stop.
âNow I want you to cum and prove how much of a slut you really are for me.â
You immediately explode over his cock, your orgasm crashing through you as if just waiting for him to let you release. A long mewl leaves your lips as you unnaturally bend so you can feel him as deep inside you as possible. Your body shakes as your bf continues to snap his hips into your squeezing cunt and with how damn tight you are he canât hold back his own climax for long.
It only takes a couple more snaps of his hips before heâs following after you, filling your pussy with every last drop of his cum he can. Moans from the other end of the table echo down the way but neither of you pay them any more mind.
He sits down in a nearby chair and pulls you into his arms. Cradling your plump frame in his broad chest and sagging against the piece of furniture. Your bf dares to relax before remembering the rest of the pride down the room. He gruffly dismisses them and as soon as you two are alone he sighs and buries his face in your neck.
âYouâll probably have to give a different version of that speech again. I donât think anyone heard you,â you comment, lazily reaching up to brush your hands through his mane. A gentle rumble passes through your mateâs chest.
âOh, I plan to rehearse this speech as many times as you can take meâŚâ
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hello mae baby please may you write a fic with anyone u like with a reader who is really drunk and the other person is taking care of her and she thinks she is annoying and they ar like why would u think that i love looking after u and some tenderness maybe with mauruaders but actually with whoever youâd like mae u are so nice and lovely and kind bye byeâ!!!!
Hi lovely, thank you so much for requesting!
cw: alcohol
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ⥠1.3k words
You know Remus is reading when you get home, because he doesnât call for you and you are not quiet as you come inside. You drop your keys while trying to hang them on the hook, your bag bounces off the chair you toss it onto and falls noisily onto the floor, and your body lists as you walk towards your bedroom so that you bump your shoulder into the wall not once but twice. Your entry is a series of clatters and crashes and clunks, and yet when you make it to the bedroom your boyfriendâs attention is glued to his book as though by hypnosis.Â
âHi.â The word curves with the smile that takes you, tilting upwards. Remus looks up.Â
âHi, dovey.â He blinks foggily, taking you in with your hip leaned against the doorjamb and your ankles crossed awkwardly. âHow was book club?âÂ
You feel your smile widen with delight. âIt was great,â you profess. You aim for him, and Remus takes his book in one hand, holding the other out like he means to catch you. You land on the edge of the bed on your stomach, your feet dangling just above the floor behind you. âEveryone loved my banana bread.âÂ
âA show of good judgment,â Remus hums. He reaches behind you, helping you get your shoe off. âIs there any left?âÂ
One shoe comes free, and you let your foot fall back. âMm, there was, but I left it for Maria.âÂ
Remus stops messing with your other shoe to look at you disappointedly.Â
âI know, but she hosted! I had to be nice. Iâll make you another one soon.âÂ
He sighs, but itâs for show. Your other shoe slides off. âFine, I suppose since she hosted.âÂ
âI knew youâd get it.â You pull your legs onto the bed and sit up, grinning at your boyfriend. He likes to play at selfishness, but you know heâd have done the same. Even if youâd asked, he would have told you to leave the bread. And he breaks easily now, returning your smile with one of his own. It feels like a warm tide rushing over you.Â
âOh. I feel like I should also warn you, I had quite a bit of wine.âÂ
Remusâ tongue presses into his cheek, a sort of outward-poking dimple. âDid you?â
âA little,â you say coyly, looking at him through your lashes. âIt was sparkling and really yummy, what was I supposed to do?âÂ
âA valid point.âÂ
âSo thatâs just your warning. Youâve been warned.âÂ
âI will proceed with caution,â he assures you, a warmth to his voice. âWhat did everyone think of the book?â
âOh.â You raise your eyebrows at him excitedly. âThere was controversy. Big controversy. I super loved it, but a lot of other people thought it was the worst one sheâd done so far!âÂ
âReally?â
âYeah. They made some valid points, but I donât know, maybe Iâm easy to please, but I didnât care about any of that stuff as much as I cared that Iâd had a good time reading it, you know? And then everyone was giving their rankings of her books, and there were just some really crazy choices. Some people thought her second one was the best!âÂ
âNo.â Remus manages to look upset for your sake, though heâs only heard about the books from you. âDid they really?âÂ
Your smile blooms anew at his enthusiasm, and you feel, suddenly urgently, that youâre not close enough to him. You move into his lap, but thatâs not good enough either. At this point, Remus is looking at you with a fond, bemused sort of intrigue. You must be predictable enough, because only a soft puff of laughter exhales him when you start to worm your way under his sweater.Â
Itâs warm. You consider, for a moment, simply staying in there, with Remusâ chest and his smell and the sound of your own breathing, but ultimately decide youâd like to see him, too. Youâd miss him too much.Â
âHello,â he says, not unhappily, as you break the surface of his neckline.
âHi,â you say back.Â
âTo what do I owe this visit?âÂ
You shrug. Itâs an odd movement, one of your shoulders stretching his sweater while the other bumps against his chest. âI wanted to be with you. Itâs quite nice in here.âÂ
Remus only hums, tilting his head down to kiss your nose. Itâs a slow, fond kiss, like heâs just decided to rest his lips there for a moment or two. It sends pleasant warm tingles from your face all the way down to your fingertips.Â
âWhat else did you talk about?â he asks.Â
âHm?âÂ
âIn book club.âÂ
âOh. Well, not everyone there had read her other books, so we had to sort of get into the patterns and the things she always does. Some of it was routine for us, but totally unexpected for them, which makes sense I guess becauseâŚâÂ
You go on in circles and loops that even you canât keep track of, your mind lax and happy and your lips moving seemingly on autopilot. You talk about the book itself and the people you read it with, and about the girl whoâd hosted and how sheâd had the cutest dog youâd ever seen, and does Remus remember that time you went to the animal shelter and saw that adorable puppy? Well, you mean no offense to the puppy because he was very cute, but this girlâs dog is even cuter than that.Â
Itâs an incalculable stretch of time later that you realize Remus has put down his book.Â
âOh, my god.â You lean your forehead on his shoulder. When you close your eyes, you feel like youâre floating. You really must be worse than you thought. âIâm so sorry. You were trying to read.âÂ
âBefore you got home, yeah,â says Remus, his tone indulgent, âbut now Iâm talking to you.âÂ
âYeah, because I wonât shut up because Iâm all drunk,â you lament. âI know how annoying that is.âÂ
âHey.â Your boyfriendâs voice is tender. âWho said anything about that? Iâm not annoyed.âÂ
âAre you sure?â
âIâm sure, sweetheart. Why would you assume that I was? I love talking to you.âÂ
You try to look up at him, and your nose bumps his chin violently. âOh.â You try to draw back, but thereâs nowhere to go. Youâre confined to the neckline of Remusâ sweater. One of your hands snakes up to touch clumsily at his chin. âShit, Iâm sorry.âÂ
Remus tsks, his own hands coming on either side of your face to hold you still. âDonât worry, Iâm alright. Are you?â He runs a thumb gingerly over the bridge of your nose.Â
Itâll probably bruise a little tomorrow, but thatâs not something youâre going to tell him tonight. âYeah,â you say meekly. âThanks for dealing with me. Itâs really nice of you.âÂ
âOh, donât,â he shushes you, pressing another gentle kiss to your nose. âIâm not being nice, sweetheart. And youâre not something to be dealt with. I love looking after you; it doesnât cost me anything to do it.âÂ
You try to shrink down inside his sweater, and Remus tsks.Â
âTell me this, if I was blackout and legless, would you mind chatting with me and taking care of me?âÂ
âIâm not blackout drunk, Rem.âÂ
âFor argumentâs sake, letâs say.âÂ
You press your lips together, not wanting to concede the argument but your answer categorical. âNo.âÂ
âRight, because youâve done it before.â Remus looks at you with equal parts kindness and knowingness. âAnd were you annoyed with me then?âÂ
Youâre almost offended heâd ask. âOf course not.âÂ
âI see.â His tongue pokes into his cheek again, lips quirking slightly. âSeems like that sort of thing might go both ways, no?âÂ
You push your face into his neck and sigh hard into his skin, making a little sound bubble up in his chest that sounds suspiciously giggle-esque.Â
âYou donât always have to be right, you know.âÂ
âI usually am, though.â He wraps his arms around his own front, giving you a squeeze. âBest settle into that fact, dovey. Itâll make things much more efficient for us both.âÂ
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I don't think art can be separated from the artist, because the artist puts pieces of themselves in their work. However, I think people can still enjoy media that is made by a problematic person. They should just be aware of the artist's actions. It wouldn't be fair to the fans to tell them to stop enjoying it completely. Every show, every book, every song is someone's favorite. Who knows what kind of impact it had on a person's life. It could be a major source of comfort for someone. A person could always pirate the work if they don't want to support the artist. Just because the artist is a scumbag doesn't mean that their work, which might've had a large impact on someone's  life, should be taken away from them.
#rick and morty#rick sanchez#morty smith#justin roiland#not a shitpost#i don't know if the allegations are true or not bc i haven't looked much into it but i wouldn't doubt it#i always thought they were shady#there's a lot of incest in the show and dan harmon did a short film or smth with a baby#not going into detail about that#research it at your own risk but i will warn you that there's r@pe#oh wow a famous person did something bad that never happens#seriously sick of getting invested in a creator's work and then finding out that they're a piece of shit#i used to be a HUGE fan of shane dawson before i found out about all the shit he did#his content was a huge source of comfort to me and i felt like i had been stabbed in the back#the mad did blackface kissed a 12 year old told a fan to twerk for him over omegogle got a supposedly 18 year old to piss on him on video he#might've fucked his cat one of his kittens got killed by one of their dogs because of negligence he mistreated his friends#i used to really empathize with the guy#i thought the only controversy was his offensive skits and i was like oh he's a changed man now leave him alone#he was the first person I had that talked about issues with weight#i have been overweight all of my life and i always felt like i was less of a person because of it#i did weigh 350 pounds but now i'm down to 230#i felt ugly and hearing him talk about his struggles with weight made me feel not alone#and not to mention his struggles with depression#i hate that man now#i feel like i've been personally betrayed#i live halfway across the country from him but that's still not enough distance#i know it's a sin to hate someone but i can't help it#there are few people that can piss me off as much as him#i hate him so much i was going to write like a one off villian character for tbb based of him but i decided he doesn't deserve to be immorta#lized in my work
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- gemini / mercury / uranus / aqua change their identity a lot online. They place a lot of importance on their online identity and as they change so does their online personas.
- Mercury dominance if well placed Learnt to talk very early and saturn mercury aspects learnt to speak a bit late or may speak with a bit of hesitation.
- chiron in 1st have deep rooted identity issues and may also not be able to relax in photos and stuff. Some may even go to the extent of not wanting to take pictures at all.
- count yourself lucky if : air signs ask for your advice.. They don't ask option from everyone. Similarly if fire signs seek you out or show you their defeated side and depressed side. They Always want people to seem them as optimistic fiery and determined but like evryone they too go through down times but they tend to bounce back faster than others.
- Mercury saturn or Mercury rx may have great conversations with themselves in their heads but when it comes out it night miss the mark or.. Like not sound as good as it did in their brains.
- all mercury /gemini dominants open 3 to 5 tabs at the same time. And don't finish a single one completely. Change my mind.
- moon pluto tumultuous emotions. Whiplash. One extrene or the other. Mood changes just with a single event. The whole room can feel the shift as well. Moon and Pluto both give out unstable, watery and intense emotions. It can be difficult if negatively aspected. Even if positively aspected it can lead to the feeling overwhelming emotions.
- People with pluto in 1st, their emotions are hidden. No one knows how they feel. Mostly i see geminis get all the credit for their glib tongues. But have you ever seen a Pluto person toy with people when they know they truth ? They'll lie so effortlessly that even the people who know the truth will start to believe the lie is the truth. Their words and their facial expressions while lying is so controlled and natural it's scary.
- Asteroid Cerea shows is how we nurture. Aries ceres is the defender of the group and people who tend to protect people who are defenseless esp animals. Taurus is the comforter. And so on. But aspects and the house in which Ceres is in also plays a major role.
- Uranus / gemini in 3rd house have lots of ideas at the same time but many are unfocused and evrything is gone in a fleet. They may have a brilliant idea but Lose it in the next second. It'll be better if they scribble down their thoughts anywhere somewhere so they'll have a basic idea of what they thought.
- I fucking admire Aries women, esp as a Libra, like how tf..? i used to have a friend, she used to do some pretty controversial shit in high school but like never once let anything get iin her way and is now a part time business woman...like come on...how are you so headstrong ? And somehow things also tend to workout for them
- every mutable person has a box full of drafts all half done and of various types but all undone. Its a mess of ideas and posts half written and lost interest and motivation along the way...but I'll save it for another day when I will want to finish it up.
- If an air sign texts you daily, they like you. Especially instant replies . đ
- scorpio, and Venus Pluto aspects also tend to fall for someone who is out of their grasp. they like to torture themselves like that đ or they'll think that they don't deserve the person they're in love with. Its Always one or the other with them.
- venus neptune contacts produce the devoted worshipper type lovers. They will worship the ground their love walks on and will turn a blind eye to their faults. This is most definitely not a healthy patter of behaviour. Please don't indulge in this.
- mercury dominants can't fucking shut their brain off. they have a lot of nervous energy. And will Always be actively thinking about atleast two things at once.
- actually now that i think about it, my bffs in high are an Aries sun, me a sag rising and my frnd a leo sun. and i still wonder why the girls didn't like us đđ if fire signs get together whether they stir up drama or not, it'll either find them or people will hold them responsible for it even if they aren't.
- gemini and Mercury dominants can imitate very well especially the accents. Their adpative ability is out of charts and a bit creepy tbh. how they change acc to people, how they acclimatise to their surroundings ax cultures, they have this ability which allows to be another person if they like.
- mars - pluto negative aspects may have r*pe dreams often even if they haven't had any such encounters.
- pluto in 1st are ironically afraid of death and illness more so than the usual person.
- 11th house sign may show how we behave online.
-geminins have this weird ability to take and soak up information from all over the place and somehow put it together perfectly . they learn stuff from disorderly messes but they seem to understand it with clarity.
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Secrets
pairing: Lestappen x reader
summary: Charles convinces you to join his relationship with Max.
warnings: Well, not much, except for mentions of sexual activities, unprotected sex (wrap it, guys) and pregnancy.
note: Just little snippets stitched together to give you a glimpse into their life.
The plan began to form in Charlesâs head when it was announced you would become his race engineer from the 2024 season. As you got closer and got to know each other better, he began to flirt with you, making it quite clear that he wanted something from you, and when he kissed you for the first time, feeling it in his bones that he got you, he finally told you the truth.Â
âThereâs something you should know,â he told you softly with his hand resting on your cheek. âIâve been in a relationship for a good⌠three years now, but me and my partner are looking for someone to play with, someone who would be willing to be a part of our little secret.â
âWhy do you keep it a secret?â you asked him, flashing a curious look at him.Â
Charles let out a long sigh as he thought about what to say to that. âWe are trying to avoid a scandal.â
âSo itâs someone people know. Hmm⌠If I was held at gunpoint and they told me to name one person you might be in a controversial relationship with, my first guess would be Max, butââ When you came to a sudden halt, he knew his expression gave away his surprise that you figured it out on your own. Well, he wasnât that good at keeping a poker face after all. âNo way,â you said slowly, your voice suddenly dropping.Â
He smiled at you after shaking off the bad feeling he had. You wouldnât rat them out, he could tell, but now he was worried you would say no and it would change the way you work together. âNow you know, but please, this has to stay between us.â
You nodded your head a few times. âSure, I wonât tell a soul.â There was a short pause, but then you looked back at him and said, âSo how long have you been looking for a third member for this relationship?â
âWe werenât actively searching. When I met you, I found you attractive, then I got to know you better and realized I like your personality too. Max heard a lot of stories about you, and he was also attracted, so we just came to the rational conclusion that we would love to have you,â he explained.Â
You agreed pretty easily. Sure, you did point out that it was only a pilot period, you wanted to see if this could even work, but that was more than enough for Charles. And soon enough you fell in love with them the same way they fell in love with you, and being together in this relationship became the new normal for you.
During race weekends the two of you could spend a lot more time together, easily slipping into his driverâs room to have some fun, but times like this you usually put extra effort into showing Max how much you loved him when you got him in your company again.
Charles was in an extremely good mood in the evening, and when Max finally arrived, he was immediately pulled into a hungry kiss, his back pressed against the now closed door. âGood drive today, pretty boy,â the Dutchman praised him as he placed kisses along his jawline. âWish we could talk a little more.â
âWe can talk now,â he said before letting out a short laugh and slipping out of his grasp to move towards the kitchen.Â
Max shook his head with a smile as he glanced into the living room. âWhereâs our princess?â he asked with a confused look as he followed the other man.
âLeft to take care of something. Actually, itâs good that sheâs not here, because I need to talk to you,â Charles said as he passed his boyfriend a glass of soda, who seemed much more interested in what he was about to hear. Rolling his eyes, Charles reached out to take his hand. âHey, donât give me that look, Iâm not planning to break up with you. I was thinking about why she wanted to go on a date. Do you think she wants to leave us?â
âNo, I donât think so. But⌠I donât know, I once overheard a conversation she had with a friend or relative, and she was trying to explain to them why she hasnât been in a relationship for a while,â he admitted.Â
As he sat on a barstool, Charles let out a thoughtful hum. âItâs a good thing you mentioned this, because my idea could actually help this issue,â he began, earning a questioning look. âMaybe itâs time to make things official for our sake.â Max shook his head, but before he could say anything, he went on. âNot us, dummy. I know we agreed to keep it a secret for a few more years. Iâm talking about you and her. Just hear me out. I can be seen in her company because sheâs my race engineer and weâre friends as far as people know. But you? Youâre on a different team, people think we donât like each other. So if she was dating you, you wouldnât have to feel left out even on race weekends, and I could jump over to meet her, even if sheâs with you.â
With a thoughtful hum, Max rested his forearms on the kitchen island. âThatâs⌠actually⌠not a bad idea,â he said slowly. âHave you told her about this?â
âNo, not yet. I was waiting for you,â came the response.Â
Nodding, he moved to stand behind him and wrapped his arms around his body. âAre you sure about this?â Charles let out a confirming hum in response. âWell, if sheâs on board, I say letâs do this,â he replied before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
Max woke up to the sound of you vomiting in the bathroom. He quickly jumped out of bed to see what was up with you, and when he opened the door, he saw you sitting on the floor with tears in your eyes. With a worried look, he kneeled next to you and kissed the top of your head. âStomach flu?â he asked you softly. But you shook your head at this, carefully avoiding his gaze. âTell me, whatâs wrong? Youâre hiding something.â
âWhatâs going on?â came Charlesâs groggy voice from the door. When Max looked over at him, he saw the way he was rubbing his eyes, but then he focused on the two of you on the floor and quickly woke up. âYou okay?â
You groaned, then flushed the toilet and went to the sink to wash your face. âIâm fine,â you replied defensively.Â
âWhat are you hiding from us?â Max pressed on, knowing you well enough to sense there was more to the story.Â
A minute or two passed in tense silence while they waited for you to finally speak up. Charles moved to be by your side as support, but he was stopped right away. He meant well, but this wasnât the time to play nice. Max wanted answers, and if he had to be harsh to get them, he was willing to do it. And his strategy worked, because you finally took a deep breath and turned around to rest your hips against the sink.Â
Your eyes moved back and forth between the two of them as you said, âIâm pregnant.â
Charles gasped next to him, barely able to hide his bright smile, but Max was hesitant. You had been with them for almost a year, and you had been publicly dating him for a while too, but this? This he wasnât expecting. Itâs not that he wasnât happy, because he was. But you looked scared and maybe even ashamed, and this was killing him. So he quickly rushed over to you to cup your face with a smile on his face.Â
âAre you sure?â When you nodded, he kissed your forehead. âI love you, sweet girl.â
âYouâre gonna be a great mom,â Charles added as he joined you and put his arms on your shoulders. âSo⌠Iâm gonna ask. Whoâs the father?â he wondered out loud with raised eyebrows.Â
Shrugging, you looked down at your hands. âI donât know. Iâm on the pill, but both of you doofuses tend to forget to use a goddamn condom, so it could be either of you,â you mumbled.Â
Max looked over at his boyfriend as he bit on his lower lip, feeling guilty since they had agreed at the beginning not to do this. But based on the look on Charlesâs face, he wasnât the only one thinking about this. Of course, this was nothing new for the two of them, they had discussed their preference to fuck you raw countless times, but they never explicitly told you about this. But you werenât stupid, you just probably loved them enough to let them do what they wanted as long as you all tested yourselves on a regular basis.Â
âAre you mad at us?â Charles asked cautiously, but you just shook your head. âThen whatâs wrong? I can see thereâs something else youâre not telling us.â
âThatâs not how you wanted to become parents,â you eventually told them.Â
The sentence made Maxâs heart clench, and he could tell Charles felt just the same based on the look they exchanged. They had told you about their plan to one day either use a surrogate mother or adopt a child depending on how things stood in their lives. Adoption seemed to be the winning option at the time as they couldnât decide whose biological child should it be if they chose the surrogacy option.Â
But things had changed since then, a lot of things happened and their feelings also changed. Once the Monegasque nodded, Max took a deep breath and prepared to tell you what they were both thinking about at the moment.Â
âWe love you. Yes, we did have different options in our heads at the time we talked about this, but now you fully belong to us. Our gorgeous and smart girlfriend is pregnant from one of us,â he said with a smile as he tipped your head to make you look at him. âItâs so much better than anything we could dream of. You should be happy now. Weâre here, we love you, weâre going to support you the whole time.â
On his side, Charles let out a quiet chuckle, then kissed your temple. âYouâre not getting rid of us, baby, donât even think about it.â
note2: I just wanted a little glimpse into their lives. I don't know if I should write more about them, little snippets or text or idk.
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What will your reputation be like in the future?
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Now, at the present moment, you may be going through many things, from the present moment to the future where people will see your reputation, it will be like this, from now on you can face many things, it will be a blessed path but at the same time quite sacrificial, you will study a lot, work a lot, spend days and days on this, losing sleep with ideas, with planning, with studies, with work, distancing yourself and not even communicating with people close to you anymore and instead having connections with people far away, networking, and all your effort will bear fruit. Your reputation will be interesting. People will see you as a hard-working person who deserved everything you got. If you receive recognition, whether through college, work, fame, I don't know, some way of showing it, people will see it and think that you deserved it, that you suffered a lot to build your own path and that you deserve it. You will have many connections that people will also recognize as the work you did. You have a very bright energy. People recognize your efforts and think your work is beautiful. Your recognition is brilliant.
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You will have an intense and peculiar beginning, very eccentric. It's as if there are many people around you and they are people with very bad energy, low vibration. It may also be the case of having a lot of competition in an environment and this makes everything very strange, but you will become a leader and lead everything and all these people. If a group planned to harm you in some way, fly away and turn it around and when they see it, it will be too late because you have taken the reins of the situation and are giving the orders. You may be leaving a toxic environment or a toxic relationship with someone and you are in a hurry about it. It reminds me of a very special song for me, by Florence called Dog Days Are Over. It gave space for your liberation. You led, but this also cost me a lot of wear and tear on your part and you want to get out of it as quickly as possible and you will. Wow, you're going to have an intensely beautiful turning point, it's like you've entered another world, something as bright and sweet, refreshing and calm as a summer breeze in Italy. You will be part of a very interesting process that you really want to be a part of. You can build something, some may have a restaurant, you will recover your roots and energies and rescue a self that you didn't even think existed anymore or a self from past lives. I've talked a lot, but I had to do, apologize. Your reputation will be controversial. Some people will initially find you very clayey, aggressive, stormy, but you will have a change and many people, let me explain, it's as if in one place you were seen that way, and you will literally have a change of place and in this other place people will see you as someone at peace, kind, hard-working, you are the kind of person that people gather at home with on the weekends with children and pets.
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Your destiny may be to be recognized by your family. You may have a beautiful family, the kind we dream of having, lots of children. Your reputation is that of someone who never seems to be alone, always doing something with someone. If you don't want to have children, I imagine you as Santa Claus, a kind and sweet person who likes to see good people like children happy. You can work with children, and they will feel comfortable with you, just like we like the good old man, Santa Claus. You may feel overwhelmed with so much energy and may at some point be far away. People will miss you, but you will withdraw for a while and be in the company of just one person, it could be your best friend, sibling or spouse. People see you as someone very romantic, affectionate, a very sweet brotherly figure that people like to have the attention of nurturing by your side, confortable, you give a lot of comfort for people.
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FYI for Dragon Age fans, the newest "stupid people on the internet are bitching and moaning about" faux-controversy is that a lot of Youtube/Twitch people got snubbed for review codes. Because for some unfathomable reason, after a summer of culture war tourists, ragebait grifters, the dumbest people you know, and disingenuous bozos absolutely flooding Youtube with hate/anti content - to the point it shows up in recs even with history/cookies/etc disabled - EA decided "enough of that bullshit" and basically restricted Veilguard review codes to a handful of reviewers who typically moderate their comments, folks who are pro-DA, and *legitimate legacy review outlets* (IGN, etc).
Even for even-handed and positive reviewers, the comments on those videos turn into a toxic wasteland, but the churn of crapola just does not stop and - in a sentence I never thought I'd say - I commend EA and Bioware for largely staying the FUCK away from it going forward, even if some even-handed and positive Youtube folks get snubbed.
I absolutely tf would not want my game to have to go through that nonsense one single frame more than absolutely necessary prior to launch; Youtube as a platform is now finding out, after it's algorithms pushed hate and ragebait (and gasp a company said enough).
Of course, because some of these creators and their little fan cults also happen to be overwhelmingly THE demographic who throws ungodly temper tantrums if they're ever told no, now this is the new tempest-in-a-teapot for Veilguard.
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Big steps
Lando Norris x Royal!Reader
Face claim: girls on Pinterest + Taylor swift (for outfits)
Summary: meeting the royal family a big step for Lando, especially when they are your girlfriends familie⌠and the media is there too
Word count: 1987
Warning: hate?, not proofread
A/N: this is the fic for the results of the poll! I hope you like it. I chose England as the country because I thought it would be interesting with the whole akte Middleton thing. I do not know a lot about the real royal family but this is how i imagine it.
Also reader will be the oldest daughter of Princess Kate and prince William she will be 22 years old. I know this will not be logical with the time line of them being married and stuff but we will just ignore that.
Y/n knew that her life was different, she was the princess nonetheless. But she didnât expect this.
She had always loved motor sports and when she got the chance to attend a race in her country she always did.
But still she didnât see this coming. It all happened so fast. First them meeting, him not knowing who she was so making a fool out of himself. Then Agee that him figuring it out and still liking her for her. Not het status or fame, no just her. Then them continuing to talk for a while. And then a few months after him asking the big questions, her saying yes and the now.
Het introduceren het boyfriend Lando Norris to her family. And of course he had met them already. They where the royal family of England his home land after all. But still, this was different.
Because now he will be introduced as her boyfriend. And that was pretty big thing for him, he will first be meeting her parents and with the recent controversy surrounding princess Kate that will be a bit nerve wracking for him. But after that it will be a bit more relaxing and he will meet her siblings.
But he knew this would come eventually, he was dating the princess so he should meet the royal family eventually. And now that it had been a few months since him asking her it was about time for him to meet them.
So when Lando arrived at the gates of Adelaide Cottage and saw y/n standing there in her full beauty with her gorgeous yellow flower dress he knew he was in for a rollercoaster.
So after taking a deep breath he walked forward to his girlfriend to meet her family.
âHet Lan. You ready?â She asked with her charming smile and her kind voice.
âYeah. Just a bit nervous.â He said with a small laugh trying to not make it awkward.
âHey itâs going to be alright. They are going to love you and you are going to see that the royal family is not just a bunch of rich people that rule the country.â She said teasing him a bit with his Nieves but still keeping it light.
âOkay. Iâm ready love.â He said now being a bit more relaxed with what the princess said.
âOkay. Come on I will show you around first and then you can meet my parents.â She said while grabbing his hand and gently tugging him towards the garden. âWe should go around the garden first and then I will show you the inside, but there might be a chance we will run into my family so thatâs why I will first show you the outside.â
âOkay thatâs goodâ Lando said while walking after her. âHey y/nâŚ?â Lando asked now nervous again with what he wanted to ask.
âYeah? What is going on love?â She asked wanting to know what her boyfriend was nervous about.
âUmm⌠have youâre family said anything about me?â He asked now a bit embarrassed about asking. But he wanted to know because they were her family after all. So if they already thought something about him then he wanted to know so that he knew how to make a good first impression.
âWell they asked about you yeah. And they asked the basic things and did a background check. But they think you are all good. They only know the basic facts and a few of the things I have told you.â She said smiling a bit while talking. Thinking it was cute with how he was so worried with how they will think about her.
But the princess knew that they would like the driver. They did to the search because you wouldnât want the princess to date a serial killer. But they did it and he was all good. And with a few things she told them about. They seem to be excited about meeting him. But it is maybe not the best time with princess Kate recently being diagnosed with cancer and with the loads of controversy around the family. But now that it was all revealed it was about time for them to meet her boyfriend of 9 months.
She also knew that it was almost a year in there relationship and that he I shuts know meeting her family. But with them both being busy they just hadnât hat the time.
âOkay thatâs good.â The driver said now being relaxed again. But still having doubts in his mind.
After that they walked around the garden and talked a bit more.
When they were done outside they got to the entrance and she showed him the inside.
When she showed his most of the house, he only had a few more rooms to see. But she knew that her family would be in those rooms. So she stood still for a second to talk to him.
âOkay Lando. On that room will be my parents. Are you ready?â She asked a bit nervous for him. She knew that they would like- no even love him.
âI think I am. Just mentally prepared myselfâ he laughed a bit while saying the last bit. He was less nervous than when he arrived but it still isnât fully gone.
âHey itâs going to be fine. My parents are probably the most nerve wracking but when we meet my siblings it will be a lot better.
Lando thought about it and prepared a bit more. He took a few deep breaths and then looked up at his princess again. âOkay Iâm readyâ
âOkay, come on in.â She said with a smile squeezing his hand softly and leading him in to the room. She opens the door slowly after looking at him one last time.
âHey, we are hereâ y/n said tugging Lando in the room with her and then closing the door. Her parents sat at the table at the room and when they saw them they stood up and walked to them.
âHello Lando, itâs good to finally meet you.â Prince William said to Lando while shaking his head.
âHello Lando itâs nice to finally meet you. We have heard a lot about you.â Princess Kate said with a smile on her face while shaking her head after her husband was done.
âHello it is an honour to meet you.â he said with a shy smile after shaking the royal pairâs hands.
The youngest princess in the room smiled at her boyfriend and her parents. She was happy that they finally met.
After a bit of ice breaking with small talk they were all a lot more comfortable with each other.
After what seemed really short but was actually an hour Lando and y/n decided that they should meet her siblings. So they said goodbye to her parents and made a promise to meet again and then walked a bit further into the house to the next room with her siblings.
Lando was a lot less nervous to meet them. He met her parents and that was good so meeting Prince George, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis would also be alright.
Once they came to the room his girlfriend turned to him. âOkay this will be more relaxing. They know you and will probably first be a bit protective but then they will be more teasing. So nothing to worry about.â She said while smiling.
âOkay. Iâm ready loveâ Lando said feeling relaxed with his girlfriend.
She opened the door and they walked in. Her siblings turned to her and immediately stood up. They walked towards the pair and inspected Lando immediately.
âSo you are Lando? Y/nâa boyfriend?â Princess Charlotte asked.
George begin talking immediately after. âWait are you the racing driver?â He asked getting a bit excited with that he and his sister both like Formula 1.
Lando didnât even get to speak because Prine Louis began talking âso you are the man she canât stop talking aboutâ he said with a teasing smile.
Y/n was already beginning to get tired with them so interrupted them before they were going to overwhelm Lando with questions. âOkay guys stop with all that. Yes this is my boyfriend, Lando. Lando this is George, Charlotte and Louis. Guys this is Lando. And yes George he is the racing driver. And Louis donât say that.â
âHello everyoneâ Lando said already going in to his being with kids mode a bit.
After the first bit of the awkward conversation it all became better and y/n was right. They were now a lot more teasing instead of protective. But it was still fun.
And they asked a lot of questions. Like âwhat was it like with Lewis Hamilton?â âHave you really not won a race?â âWhat is it like being a F1 driver?â And Lando was able to answer every one of them. And he enjoyed it a lot. He enjoyed hanging out with his girlfriend and her siblings. And enjoyed there questions and there small arguments and teasing bond.
After what again felt quite short but what was actually 2 hours they decided that it was a long enough day and said goodbye to her siblings. They again promised to meet again and now walked outside to the car.
âSo what did you think?â y/n asked with a small smile thinking back with how good he was with her family.
âIt was great. They are all very kind and it was better than expected.â Lando said while looking at his girlfriend. While talking they walked to the car (with of course a private driver).
Once they came to the car he opens the door for her and they stepped in. âThatâs great!â
While talking they didnât notice people taking pictures. And that was a bit of a problem, because while they are dating for quite a while. They have not yet announced it. They will eventually but they wanted to wait a bit and see where it was going. Even a lot of the drivers didnât know that they were dating. The only people on the grid that knew was the McLaren team, his teammate and Carlos. All because McLaren needed to know so they could keep it private, Oscar knew because she was in the garage a few times (in secret) and so he had questions and then Lando explained. And Carlos knew because Lando and him are great friends so he just told him.
So if it came out that it was them then that would be problematic.
But because they didnât know they didnât really care. So they drove to her house and they spent the rest of the day together.
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After the tweets Lando and y/n (together with their PR teams) decided that it was time for them to go public. So they took pictures, made a caption and posted it
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Lando Norris and the royal family
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We are proud to announce that Princess Y/n and Mr.Norris are happily in a relationship and they are happy to finally show it to the world.
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Maxverstappen: Why do I only hear about this now?
GeorgeRussel: Lando Some explaining please?
CarlosSainz: I am happy to say that in knew all along!
Oscarpiastri: finally announcing it? Happy for you both! (I also already knew!)
McLaren: Happy for the (kind of) new couple! (Admin also already know!)
After finally announcing that they were dating Lando got a lot of messages from confused drivers. And the couple had a fun time laughing about it.
Lando explained it to them and when Y/n made her first paddock appearance at his home race as his girlfriend. Letâs just say it was a wild day.
But they knew they could live trough it. And with Lando now having met her family and her eventually having met his and the drivers they where very happy and knew that they where many to be.
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A/N: This is a longer fix than the last. But I deeply like it! I hope you also like it! I really tried to make it as long as possible but still make it fun. I also personally really like the twitter âbeefâ between user6 and user7. Let me know what you think! And please Like comment or reblog! I would love feedback
I am not really happy with how it turned out but I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me if I made an error or something!
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How are we feeling about the new S2 leak.
tbh i prefer this a lot more because it shows that vivzie isnt just taking every single fan theory. also im biased because lilith is boring to me and having her focus be on being alastors contractor would deprive her from her already existing plotline. the way theyve portrayed this is odd though. i know this will stay an unpopular opinion of mine but its literally just a lot better to me because i never really expected it to be lilith and if it was her i was going to be pissed because its so expected and i could tell vivzie was either being a dumbass again or she was actually trying to do something unexpected so i hope it was the second and i was right and thankfully i was right. idk what theyre going to do now with the rosie plotline and like yeah it might mess with my rewrite but atp if they do it shit vivzie is writing her own grave and its not my problem. also rosie is my favourite character writing wise because she isnt HORRID everytime shes on screen so i at least have moderate hopes for it. and again, i dont like popular fan theories becoming true just because theyre popular and lilith can focus more on her family plotline instead of some shit with alastor and it leaves more space for them to do their own shit. as for why theyre shown to be friendly im not sure but maybe there'll be a good explination or at least a passable one. with the rosie antisemetism controversy stuff im sure thisll make rounds of some kind
#hazbin hotel#hazbin critical#hazbin hotel criticism#hazbin hotel critical#alastor hazbin#alastor the radio demon#hazbin alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin hotel leaks#hazbin spoilers#hazbin leaks
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how genderbending the warriors (2024) is done not for the sole sake of "bad-assery"
okay here we go feminist ramble time for our newest chick on the block: warriors. now i'll be honest, prior to listening to the album, when i first heard that the warriors main girls were originally dudes in the movie and the novel, i thought that the decision for the genderbending, in lmm's perspective, were from the following: 1.) girl power move in like a very basic meaning of the word "bad-ass" 2.) simply a twist on a cult movie about big gang bros loved by the film bros, and 3.) a way to have the schuyler sisters back together gjfkdfldf
but when i read more about warriors and its development and how lmm took inspiration from the gamergate controversies of 2014-2015 aka among the peak of gamerbro misogyny campaigns, that's when i realized that Oh Shit Is Serious - because adapting a story about a group being framed and targeted and harassed for something they are accused of doing without any substantial proof other than a man screaming "THE WARRIORS SHOT CYYYYRUUS" with 21st century misogyny campaigns in mind makes the theme of fighting back a lot more complicated and a lot more resonant, going beyond just marketing a cast you can call "badass"
take the hurricanes' quiet girls, for example. the hurricanes (concept album version) is the only gang that lets the warriors off the hook and with a stern warning: quiet girls don't make it home. here, the hurricanes berate the warriors for not saying shit or attempting to defend themselves from accusations they know well aren't true. THIS MESSAGE IN PARTICULAR is what stays and influences ajax, fox, and swan til the very end of their stories.
literally one song after this does ajax show how easily she resonated with the hurricanes' lesson by finally sticking with her gut and actually choosing to fight back against both the baseball furies AND against the sleazy undercover cop. the latter encounter is one of the instances that really solidifies the recontextualization of the story because in the OG movie, ajax (a dude) WAS the sleazy fuck up harassing a woman in a park - and now with the literal character switch, ajax goes from being just a rebellious gangbro dude bro into someone whose want to fight is warranted. such a want to fight is seen in fox seeing as fox is the first to comment on the quiet girls scene and that, in the concept album, she is the one that instigates the rumble against the police in union square - saying that she is sick of being afraid of them and their 'fuckin powder blue' colors (also notice how she is the only warrior that really does say fuck the cops i think that's cool BUT I'LL TALK ABOUT FOX MORE NEXT TIME)
to a less obvious extent, swan also gets the receiving end of this recurring theme - by the album's finale, the usually violence-averse caution-first interim leader becomes a lot fiercer in protecting her crew. but perhaps among what i consider to be the biggest recontextualized change in the feminist sense is MERCY and her motivations to join the warriors in the first place. according to the wiki, her attraction to swan and the warriors and um seeing the orphans as wimps is what led her to switch sides BUT IN THE CONCEPT ALBUM, mercy's motivation to become a warrior is deepened, rooted in admiration rather than attraction - wanting to be like those women who hold their head up high. and again, we see this in Sick of Runnin' when she takes part in the rumble, finding her bravery within their ranks as they fight back. here, mercy becomes less of a swan tagalong and more of someone that wants what the warriors have: pride.
of course now that i type this out i realize that warriors is not based solely on the feminist rhetoric as with their theme of hope amidst adversity, the story is more intersectional and rooted in community struggle and wanting for more than that. but nonetheless, i genuinely believe that the twt filmbros arguments on why the genders should not have been changed in the first place just for "woke" points is kinda like,,,very shortsighted because not only does the narrative of women narrowly escaping unwarranted accusations actually fucking fit, but the act of learning to fight back amidst all odds - be it that of disbelieving, predatory men or the power of oppressive pigs - stays resonant for women yesterday, today, and the days to come.
ultimately, warriors (2024) is not solely a tale of female badassery - rather, it is a tale of the need for such "female badassery" in the face of past and present realities, which is why it somehow fucking worked.
#believe me i admire lin greatly but i did not think this would work as well as it did#i genuinely thought upon the reveal of the all girl cast that this was gonna be um woo girl power moment and just that#i was not expecting the recontextualization of the plot#eSpECIALLY WITH AJAX AND MERCY HOLY SHIT#i guess less so for swan and fox tho because swan is um character development throughout the show thing#while fox! fox is um look im gonna get right back to u peeps on that#because i an still studying their film version and um gathering my thoughts#because in the film fox was the one that saw luther shoot cyrus#so with cleon now taking that burden#im studying what would this mean for fox in the concept album#but thats a story for another day but in any case#warriors (2024) is not a story solely for selling musical theatre women looking cool as fuck in punk leather#it is ultimately a story of struggle - both in the feminist lens and the intersectional sense#(because gang and grassroot communities and all)#warriors#warriors album#warriors musical#eisa davis#lin manuel miranda
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