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bengals-barnesbabe · 1 month ago

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Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!Fem Reader

Summary: Venus goes on live after rehearsal and lets her fans take a glimpse into what her and Joe's nights together are like.

Chapter 24: Mr. Perfect

#Track9 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

TW: implied smut, language, haters.

WC: about 2k

Part 1 🖤

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@musicbyvenus has started an Instagram Live! Come join!

“Hello, all you beautiful people. How are my babes doing tonight? I haven’t done this in a hot minute, so be patient with me. I had a really long day and thought the best way to unwind would be for me to unload onto my darling fans.” The woman chuckled to herself while watching the viewer count grow by hundreds per minute.

Tell us all about your day bestie!

How are rehearsals going?

Are you gonna release the set list yet?

How’s Joe doing?

Where’s Joe?!?

“Wow these are coming in fast. I’m going to try and answer as many of your questions as possible, but thank you guys for just being here with me. I know I tend to go a bit awol with my public appearances, so I appreciate everyone here. Rehearsals are going great, I’m very happy with how the show is looking.”

@MarsOfficial Im expecting a least two Hamilton songs while I’m in attendance

“You always expect so much of me; you’re starting to sound like my mother, Y/Bff.”

@MarsOfficial then maybe you should start listening to me

A light-hearted giggle makes its way into the air as she reads her best friend’s comment. “I always listen to you!”

@MarsOfficial fat liesssss

“Y'all listen; the only reason I am in a relationship right now is because Y/Bff and Riana, two of my best friends, literally pushed us together. None of this would’ve happened without them.”

“What wouldn’t have happened without who?” A deep voice coming from behind her says.

OMG ITS JOEY

Joe said shit i have to work lol

PLEASE ASK HIM TO STAY

ON GOD HES SO HOT

I DON'T KNOW WHY I expected him to walk in shirtless, but I’m kinda disappointed

IS HE COMING TO THE LA SHOW???

“I was talking about how we got together.” Y/n peaks behind herself to watch the quarterback snicker while fishing through their kitchen cabinets.

“Oh you mean when your friends pretended to be my ex to make you jealous? Yea they were a great help.” Joe rolled his eyes while grabbing a snack and a bottle of water. “I’ll have you know, I was fully capable of doing that on my own.”

@Riri.intl24 why is he lying, he had almost two years to make a move and DIDNT

“Riana begs to differ. Can you grab me-“ Y/n’s cut off by her own water and snack being dangled in front of her. “Thank you.”

WHAT A GENTLEMAN

UGH I WANT ONE

IS THAT A CLIFF BAR

Y/n we’re judging you so hard right now

Joe takes a seat next to her but slightly out of camera. “Of course, and tell Riana I was trying to time it right.”

“Ok Mr. Time-Is-Of-The-Essence.” She smirked, then turned back to her phone. “Why are you people roasting my cliff bar?”

@MarsOfficial because you once said it tasted like good dirt then proceeded to inhale one

“I’m going to ignore that. Let’s answer some questions! Yes, Joey’s going to be at the LA show. I am not releasing the set list, but I do have an announcement regarding it. I’ve decided that my show will be about 2 hours long and each show will have 3-4 different surprise songs. I’m very excited about that. If yall have been keeping up on X, then you’d know the first show’s theme is ‘Slumber Party’. Unfortunately I can’t kick anyone out if they don’t dress up-“

ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO PERFORM HAMILTON SONGS?

Is Walk Like This on the Set List

“Fantastic.”

THE NERVE

“You are not anyone, you have to dress up.” She pointed at the man.

YESSS SIS

You should bring him on stage with you!

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

Joey shook his head and sighed, “I was joking babe, kinda.”

“Uh huh sureeee. Whoever asked about Walk Like This, this answer is 100%. I absolutely love that song and the choreo, ugh amazing. I can’t wait to perform it.”

What song is Joe most excited for?

What songs will you absolutely NOT be singing?

Is ‘The One’ on the no list?

“I don’t even have to ask him which one he wants to see the most. Joey?”

“Crazy for You.” He smiled.

“See, he’s extremely predictable.”

scripted

“Ok hold on, I also like what you did with Tell Me You Love Me.” He so kindly added.

“Why thank you kind sir.”

@lahjay10_ gross

We love a supportive boyfriend

Husband Material

Get married please

ADOPT ME

Not all of Team Shiesty being in the comments

It's in their dating contract

“Yall are too funny.” Y/n looks over at Joe to see him with his head thrown back laughing. “What is it?”

“Your accent.” He coughed out.

“Joey, I don't have an accent.” She pouts.

Nahhh we know a southern belle when we hear one

Someone forgot she’s from Georgia

You’d think it’d get weaker the longer she stays up north

orrrr maybe she still has it because she doesn't actually live in Ohio

“Yes you do, but don’t worry I think it’s absolutely adorable.”

“I can’t with you.” She rolled her eyes, but the smile spreading across her cheeks told him otherwise.

@MarsOfficial I KNEW IT

@MarsOfficial I knew he had a thing for your country shit

“Aight, we are getting off task! Is there a No list? Technically yes, but no ‘The One’ is not on it. And before any of you start, Joseph, please tell the people how you feel about ‘The One’ once and for all.” Y/n turns the phone so the fans have a full picture of him.

“I feel like people have been waiting and praying for this moment.” He chuckles brushing his fingers through his hair.

CAUSE WE HAVEEEEE

TELL USSSS

WE NEED TO KNOW

He raises his right hand. “Ok, everyone listening. I, Joe Burrow of the Cincinnati Bengals.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m trying to deliver an address here, princess.” He said sternly. She pretended to zip her mouth shut and throw away the key.

Stop making me feel singleeee

“Ok where were we, right. I, Joe Burrow of the Cincinnati Bengals, solemnly swear that Track Nine is one of my actual favorite songs that Y/n has put out. Now all the commotion stops here, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.” As he finishes, they lock eyes and simultaneously burst into fits of laughter.

I knew it wasn’t that serious

We were clickbaited

THEY FOOLED US

Social Media is the devil

@MarsOfficial I tried to tell you

Her next project is gonna go so crazy

Hiiii from Canada

Instead of turning the phone back towards his girlfriend, Joey gently cuffs her waist and pulls her over to himself so she can continue her job. Then rests his hand over her shoulder.

Yoooo if you couldn’t see the height difference then, you def see it now🤭

Ugh they look so damn good together

Yall should do an whole day in the life

What happened to not liking cameras Joey???

“Okay guys, I think I’m gonna take a few more questions then call it a night.”

Noooo

Has Joe seen the entire show?

Booooo

Yes get off so Joe can get off from work and see his real girl

European fans here!!!

What is your ideal date night?

“I know I know, but our dinner’s almost here so we gotta wrap this up. No, he has not seen the whole show. I need my man to be surprised too. More importantly, he has no clue how Crazy for Me is being set.” She smirked as she felt his hand move down to her thigh.

Oh they gon wrap something else up tonight too

“Oh but does my mind wonder.” He bites his lip, no longer able to pay attention to anything but the woman on his right.

Omg the sexual tension is brewing

His hand continues to stroke her thigh until his phone goes off. “Fuck, food’s here.” He gets up and rounds the couch, but before he completely passes her their dark eyes meet and he makes a quick stop.

@MarsOfficial I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, they are literally CRAZY for each other

Dream vacation??

I’m sorry why can’t a man look at me like that

She was right about this not lasting very long

Shiiiiii I wonder how long HE lasts👀

@lahjay10_ yalls comments are getting out of hand

A strong but gentle hand lightly pulls her head back and they smile before he connects his lips to hers for a shy but sweet kiss, then he pecks her forehead and leaves the frame.

AGAIN A MAN LIKE THAT PLEASE

GOD WHOEVER IS LISTENING THANK YOU

That looked mad forced

You make me feel so single🤧

If you weren’t famous, what would you be doing?

Y/n quickly clears her throat before looking back at her comments.

@lahjay10_ oh god, get that off of my phone

She’s so flusteredddd

Girl we understand whewwww

“Uno, go away. Okay um, speed round. Dream vacation is definitely Greece. Ideal date night depends on how we’re feeling, but you can’t go wrong with a nice restaurant then coming home and getting in the hot tub. If I weren’t famous what would I be doing?”

Joe Burrow.

The man right behind you

That one Cincinnati quarterback maybe🤭

regular shit because they wouldn't even know each other

yall are unhinged

Her eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend setting up their dinner. “Hmmmm yes to the first three.”

QUEEN

@Riri.intl24 Girl focus!

@MarsOfficial Ridiculous.

“Ok but for real if I wasn’t famous I guess I’d be trying to put myself through school.” She shrugged.

“Nope, you’d be in your residency program like you’re supposed to because I’d take care of everything. Now sign off of there so I can have my dessert.” He stated from the background.

“We didn’t order any dessert.”

Joe darkly smiled, “we didn’t have to. Everything I want is already here.”

HOT SHIT

OMG

thats so scripted🥱

I THREW THE PHONE

MSKSKFYCYHC

GIRL GO

“Fuck me.” She says under her breath, then reaches for her phone.

“I’m trying.”

SCREAMING

@lahjay10_ imma clown his ass for this so much

@MarsOfficial Venus you need to move faster

@Riri.intl24 Esa comida no se comerá pronto

(translation: that food is not getting eaten anytime soon)

“Jesus, bye babes. Love yall, and I can’t wait to meet you soon.” She stands, blows the camera a quick kiss, and turns off the phone.

As she walks toward the dining room, he meets her half way and backs her up against a wall. “Fucking finally, I’ve wanted you since I first walked in.”

His hands go straight to her soft waist and his lips meet hers with an intense fervor. Breathless moans are smothered against his lips and her fingers tangle in his hair. “Wha-what about the food?”

Joe grips her ass, his lips pull off of hers, and they begin to suck purple bruises on her neck and behind her ear. “You always say it tastes better after it's reheated anyway.”

He pecks her lips and smiles at his handy work: her lips swollen and red, eyes burning with a dark desire, neck glistening with a shiny magenta hue and knees trembling from the pressure. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her face heats up as she takes in the sight of her lover with a matching set of glossy lips. “I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, and I’m about to show you exactly how much.” He smirks then throws her over his shoulder and takes off towards the bedroom.

“Joey!”

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a/n: part two this weekend♡

<<< Ch. 23: Tour Countdown | Part Two >>>

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auspicioustidings · 5 months ago

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Ae Fond Kiss - Part 5

'Twas Past One O'Clock

Summary: You find a ghost in your house. Words: 2.2k

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

T’was past one o’clock and you were ready for some alone time. By the time you got back to the house Simon and Joey would be off to the football and you could just chill out after delivering 250 iced biscuits for a wedding that had taken you all your sanity to get done in time. You knew the two of them would have left the house spotless for you. Simon insisted when he was home he handled the majority of the cleaning and Joey being the fantastic kid that he was always wanted to help.

You desperately needed to lie down. The morning had taken it out of you and you felt run down and a little nauseous from all the running around.

Maybe after you could finish off the album you had been working on for Joey’s birthday. It was all Johnny, the story of who he was and your relationship with him. The more time went on the less scared you got about telling your son about his dad. You couldn’t help but send a quick thought up to wherever Johnny was, a sheepish apology for waiting so long with a promise that you and Simon would make sure his son knew him.

It came as a surprise seeing Joey sitting on the front step rather than at the game. You were out of the car and rushing over when you saw the look on his face, like he had seen a ghost.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt? Where’s dad?”

You were on your knees checking him over, frowning when you saw he had turned off his hearing aid and rapidly signing your questions instead. He only ever turned it off when he was upset and had very little hearing without it which always worried you. It was valid of him to want quiet when he was having big emotions and you never wanted to force him to keep it on if he didn’t want it, but as a mother you also wanted him to always be as safe as he possibly could be and that meant being able to listen for any danger.

“They were fighting. I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

“Who was fighting?”

“Dad.”

“Who was dad fighting with?”

“Dad.”

“What do you mean? Is dad ok?”

You felt your heart squeeze tight. It had been years since Simon had had a bad episode. He still had mild ones now and then, still had nightmares, but he hadn’t hurt himself or anyone else in such a long time. He worked as a trainer now, not spending much time away from home. That had happened 4 years ago when he was offered a promotion up to Captain and chose to instead come out of active duty. Eventually he had told you that it didn’t feel right being anything but a Lieutenant. He never had to say out loud that it was to do with Johnny, but you knew that’s what it came down to. If Johnny couldn’t call him Captain, then he’d stay as LT.

“Which dad? Because they’re both in there. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You searched Joey’s face. He was angry, sad, frustrated. It was in his expression and the way he signed. You tried to understand what he was telling you with your heart pounding and your mouth feeling painfully dry. You didn’t know what to do. Leaving Joey on the step was against your instincts, but now you were terrified for Simon. What on earth was going on? Was he ok?

You jumped when you heard a car door slam and turned to see a very serious looking John Price coming towards you.

“John? What’s going on?”

He looked from you to Joey to the house.

“Is he here?”

You wanted to ask who he was talking about but Joey beat you to it. The kid was a pro at lip reading.

“He got here when we were about to leave. Punched dad, broke his glasses. I got told to wait outside for mum.”

You didn’t understand what was going on. Who punched Simon? It at least had to be someone he knew, more accurately someone he trusted. He would never have sent Joey to sit outside if not. If someone dangerous was in the house, Simon would have sent Joey straight to the pub down the street that Eyitayo ran. She was a veteran who had worked with Simon before and he trusted her to get you and Joey safe in the event of someone tracking him down.

The fact that Joey was sat right here meant it wasn’t someone that was a danger to him. But also someone that would punch Simon. And someone that John knew was here.

“I was going to tell you.”

You knew the look John was giving you. Guilt. It was a look you had become accustomed to from him, a look you got anytime the topic of your deceased husband came up.

“Going to tell me what John? Who is inside my house?”

You knew. Who else could it be? You looked at John, waiting for him to say something, say anything that meant there was not a ghost in your house. Instead he looked shamed and in pain, knowing as well as you did by this point that your life was about to fall apart again.

Perhaps a better mother would not have walked into the house and left her son sitting there. You were not better. You loved your son more than anything, but in that moment you felt dissociated from everything and everyone, the only sound the rush of blood pumping around your body which floated forward without your conscious effort.

You saw Simon first. His glasses were broken, one lens a spiderweb of cracks and the frame warped but still valiantly clinging to him. There was dried blood at his nose, a streak from where he must have wiped it away. The beginnings of a black eye. But it was his eyes. You had loved this man for most of your adult life and you had never seen him look so broken. Not when he came home from a bad deployment needing you to take control. Not when the anniversary of Johnny’s death came and went with each passing year. Not when Joey screamed at him once that he didn’t need to listen to him because he wasn’t even his real dad (God he was so like Johnny with how his temper flared and he picked the most hurtful thing to say that he could before immediately regretting it).

The other man was sat on the sofa, head in hands. His hair was long. He looked older than he should be you thought. There was such a great tension in him that your disconnected body gave a sudden thrum between your legs, remembering what this man turned into when he came home from a bad deployment, angry and violent with nothing to turn it into but aggressive passion. But it was a wasted effort of your biology as your brain processed who was sitting in your living room and your stomach gave an almighty lurch, sending you with a stumble to the small toilet off the side of the living room to empty it.

There was swearing coming from the men. A rough hand brushed your hair away from your face while another rubbed your back.

“Cap told me tae stay put but ye know me. Should’ve warned ye rather than scaring ye like this. I just… I couldnae wait bonnie. I just wanted tae see ye.”

He sounded like himself but not. His accent was a bit twisted now, something slightly wrong about the tone, something more Slavic now. But my God it was him. Older, harder, a little worse for wear, but it was your Johnny. Your John MacTavish. There was a hand on his face, fingers shakily tracing the changes. It took you a moment to realise it was your hand. He leaned into it, his eyes intense on yours. It had been a decade and this man still burned for you the way he had before he died.

How you wished that he didn’t feel so strange despite it all. But then, who wouldn’t become a stranger after a decade apart?

“You… you died…”

“I’m so sorry. It wisnae supposed tae be so long. A few months, just tae make the world a safe place for our family.”

You couldn’t think properly. You felt so ill and so tired and it was overwhelming. You looked through the open doorway and tried to find Simon but even if he was there you weren’t sure you could get your vision to focus enough to tell. Your eyes were swimming you realised, tears blurring everything.

“Did he know?”

“Aye.”

Your heart had barely broken before Johnny was making a choked sort of noise and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Fuck. He didnae know. Simon never knew. I shouldnae have said that, I just… you’re married to him.”

You didn’t think you would have survived if Simon knew this whole time. It was too severe a wound to ever hope for recovery. It was so like your Johnny, that knee jerk reaction when he was hurt that he immediately regretted. You were so unused to it now. Simon wasn’t like that, he was careful with what he said even when he was angry or hurt. Honestly you had wished sometimes he was a little more like Johnny because it made it hard to even tell that he was angry or hurt when he so rarely let it show.

“You died. You died and I wanted to die with you.”

“I’m here now. It’s going tae be ok bonnie, I’m right here. We can move wherever ye want, ye liked it up North eh? Start again.”

It was like your consciousness all slammed back into your body at once. The bone deep exhaustion was tempered only by the sudden alarm at his words.

“I- no, I… Johnny, I have a family.”

Oh, you had not meant for those to be the words you gave him. You had not meant for it to cause him to look like he had been shot. Although you supposed Simon must already know what that actually looked like. You wanted to throw up again. His hand on your shoulder gripped tighter, almost painful. When you flinched his face fell and he let go, backing up out of your space with his hand going to tug on his own hair.

“I ken… I couldnae expect… if it was anyone else I’d be happy for ye. Naw him bonnie. It cannae be him.”

“But it is.”

You tried to wordlessly plead with your first husband, to have him understand. You could no sooner stop being entirely in love with Simon Riley than you could stop your own heart beating. Your solid and steadfast Simon who was outside comforting your son, who left you with the first love of your life because of course he would. He had been firm with you long ago in his belief that you would never leave one another, not with how tangled up you were. You had split up once and that had ended within 12 hours with you being fucked in the neighbours shed at a party for the cup final. How could you ever live without him?

It was as incomprehensible an idea as living without Johnny had been once upon a time.

“Is everything ok?”

You saw the hurt in Johnny when you relaxed at hearing Simon coming back in.

“Joey?”

“Gaz came to pick him up. He’s… as ok as he can be.”

He eyed Johnny warily as he pushed into the bathroom to gently help you up. You were so tired and you let your weight sag against him.

“She needs to get cleaned up and rest a bit.”

“Aye I’m naw fucking blind Si.”

“Could’ve fooled me MacTavish given that you had her on the floor.”

“Fuck all the way off Riley!”

He was alive. He was alive and here and him and his best friend were at each other's throats. It was your fault wasn’t it? If you hadn’t fallen in love with Simon this miracle could have been met with only happiness. God you wanted to sleep. You wanted to be clean and to brush your teeth and sleep. You wanted to wake up and be able to hold Johnny, to prove to yourself he was here and real and alive.

“P-please…” you choked out, not entirely sure what you were asking for.

There was silence for a moment and you could only stare at the floor, swaying a little with how woozy you felt.

“...ye have that hippie tea?”

“Top right cupboard, I’ll…”

“Aye. Don’t you worry bonnie, I’ll have it hot and ready for ye.”

He ran a hand over your head, bringing it to your cheek and then your chin to tilt your head up to look at him.

“I love you. So much” he said, voice rough with emotion as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked away.

You barely remembered the shower. All you knew was that you were tucked into bed with your favourite tea and your exhaustion took you under fast enough that you couldn’t follow the conversation happening outside of your bedroom.

#mhairiwrites #ghost x reader #soap x reader

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domripley · 6 months ago

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Vamping

pairing: sammy (abigail 2024) x reader

warnings: vamp!sammy, mommy kink, fingering, biting, light verbal humilation, fluff, angst, dark ending (sequel?), abigail is not mind controlling sammy, nonconsenual vampire turning (sammy to reader)

summary: frank tells you to go with your girlfriend to try to find abigail. unfortunately, things don’t go as planned.

request: Vamp!sammy request incoming bc she deserved more time 😭 Could you do a thing where reader is with Sammy when she turns instead of Peter? 🙏😎 🧛 or something with reader comforting her after she changes?

gif credit | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰💜

“Joey, Peter, and I will go together,” Frank said, “You and Sammy will go together. Call on the radio if there’s something wrong.”

“Yeah, we’ll call,” you nodded.

As the others left the room, you and Sammy stayed behind. You frowned as soon as you noticed your girlfriend’s eyes were glued to the ground.

“Are you okay?” you asked, moving closer to Sammy.

“If I turn,” Sammy sighed, “You’re going to kill me.”

When she finally looked up, you noticed that her eyes were red and you knew she had been crying. You shook your head. “I wouldn’t,” you reassured her, but she walked away.

“No, you’re going to have to,” she began, “I don’t ever want to hurt you and if I turn, I just might.”

Despite her moving away from you, you moved closer to her. Although you were a little terrified, deep down you loved Sammy, no matter what. You were going to make sure she always knew it.

“You wouldn’t, I know that for a fact. I also know that you know that, too,” you stated.

“You don’t know that, because I don’t even know. Okay?” Sammy snapped.

“No, you’re right. I don’t know that. But I trust you. So fucking much,” you admitted, causing Sammy to smile.

“I love you,” Sammy sighed.

You could tell she was a lot more relaxed now that you reassured her.

“To the moon and back,” you replied. Walking up to Sammy, you pulled her into a hug. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Okay, let’s go before Franks gets on our asses.”

Pulling away, Sammy took your hand and led you out of the library. The two of you made your way down a random hallway, occasionally looking behind your backs. Finally, Sammy led you into a random room, shutting the door behind her. The windows were all boarded up and she was thankful as her head began to hurt. The room began to spin, and she fell to her knees with a little shout. Her vision was blurry as her jaw began to hurt.

“Sammy… Sammy?” you called out as you rushed over to her.

Putting your hand on her back, you tried your best to comfort her. To your surprise, Sammy shoved your hand away. “You need to leave, (Your Name). Now,” she said through gritted teeth.

You stood your ground, rising to your feet, “I’m not leaving, Sammy. I love you.”

Sammy finally looked up, her now razor sharp teeth on display - you couldn’t help the sound that escaped you. She smiled, standing up off the ground.

“What is it, baby?” she teased, licking her lips. “Do I scare you now?”

You shook your head, “N-No, I’m not scared of you.”

Sammy’s smile grew into a smirk, “Oh, I know what it is…” she trailed off, tapping her chin as she looked up at the ceiling as if she was deep in thought.

You swallowed, “Y- You do?”

“I can smell that you’re wet for me,” Sammy stated, “Or is it for Joey?”

You bit your lip, knowing that Sammy already knew the answer to her question. You backed up, and she began to follow you.

“I feel fucking fantastic! But there’s just one thing that I could really, really go for right now,” Sammy said as your back hit the wall. “Do you know what that one thing is?”

You shook your head, even though you knew what she wanted. She tucked her head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent. “You smell so fucking delicious. I’m going to fuck you, but I want to hear you say that you want Mommy to take you right here and now.”

She licked your neck, pulling away to watch your face. You had always been a bit shy, but now? The words were refusing to come out at all. Sammy could kill you instantly, but she wasn’t and that’s what was turning you on even more.

“Come on, little bunny. You can use your words,” she pushed, rubbing you through your pants. “Or does the cat have your tongue?”

“Please, Mommy,” you finally gave in, “I want it so bad. I need you.”

Sammy was satisfied with your begging for the time being. She undid your belt, pulling it out of the loops and throwing it to the floor. She pulled your pants down with no hesitation.

“I wish I had some of my stuff with me, but it’s all good,” she commented, sighing playfully.

She pulled your underwear to the side, sliding a single finger into you. She didn’t want to waste any time. You let out a cry, not expecting her to do that right away.

“Please,“ you moaned out as she fucked you with her finger.

“Please what?” Sammy questioned, quickening her pace.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered.

You whimpered as Sammy stilled her finger. She raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting for you to answer her. Finally, she pulled her finger out as she grew impatient.

“I knew you get fucking stupid when your pussy gets all wet,” Sammy laughed, pulling your shirt off of you.

Sammy roughly pulled your bra down, licking her lips. “Are you going to answer my question? Or am I going to have to leave you hanging?”

“Please, Mommy,” you began, “Please, I need more than just one of your fingers.”

Sammy hummed, sliding in two fingers, pumping them inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting the sounds that were threatening to leave your throat. The last thing you needed was for the others to walk in, knowing they would kill Sammy in a heartbeat.

Your thoughts left your head as Sammy dragged her teeth against the skin above your nipple. You gasped, “Sammy!” which made her laugh.

“What?” she questioned playfully.

Sammy didn’t waste any time, leaning down and wrapping her lips around your nipple, she added a third finger. You jumped as the radio beeped.

“Sammy?… (Your Name)?… Are you guys okay?”

It was Joey.

Of course it was.

Sammy bit your nipple as softly as she could with her newly sharpened teeth before pulling her mouth away with a sigh. She stood up straight and smiled, her fingers still deep inside of you. Just as she was about to speak up, the radio beeped again.

“(Your Name)? Sammy? We’re going to come looking for you if you don’t respond in a minute,” Joey threatened.

Sammy continued to fuck her fingers in and out of you. “You better answer her, baby. Wouldn’t want them to see you getting fucked… or maybe you do?”

You shook your head as Sammy removed the radio from her belt. “Talk,” she ordered before clicking the button on the radio.

“S- Sorry, we- we’re okay!” you choked out as Sammy curled her fingers.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t sound like you’re okay,” Joey said skeptically.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Yeah, we’re, yes!” you cried out as Sammy rubbed your clit with her thumb.

“Uh… okay? Have you seen the girl?” Joey asked.

You took a deep breath, giving Sammy a warning look as she moved down to her knees. Sammy raised an eyebrow, signaling for you to keep talking.

“Oh,” you moaned as Sammy wrapped her lips around your clit.

“No, you haven’t seen her or?” Frank repeated, sounding annoyed.

“No we haven’t!” you cried out. “ We’ll call if we do!”

With that, you dropped the radio, grabbing Sammy’s hair to keep her in place. The feeling of her fingers mixed with her mouth became too much. You came quietly as Sammy helped you through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” Sammy chuckled as she pulled her fingers out of you, “You’re so fucking pretty when you come. Each and every time. I never get sick of it.”

You tried to move away from the wall and Sammy, but she kept you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty baby? I’m not done with you just yet,” Sammy hummed, standing up off the ground.

Pushing herself against you, she covered your mouth. She pushed your head to the side, and without hesitation, she bit into your neck. You screamed into her hand, tears running down your cheeks while you struggled against her.

After a minute, Sammy pulled away. Licking her lips to clean off your blood, she smiled. “Now you’re mine forever, baby.”

#my writing #mine #sammy x reader #abigail 2024

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0sincerelyella · 1 year ago

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Yay back to writing!! Can I request a Joe burrow one where you go down to the field before the game and wish him good luck? Thanks!!

Good luck charm ~ Joe Burrow

Summary: Y/n, joe burrows long distance girlfriend, shows up to the game during warm ups to wish her lover a good luck

notes: YES OMG this was so fast and also i THANK YOU SO MUCH I MISSED WRITING it’s a bit short but i didn’t have much to go off of and i’m just getting back into it i apologize

The plane ride from California to ohio was a long one. y/n was living in California finishing up college. she was set to graduate in December, in time to move in with joe before play offs. she had yet to make it to a game, but thankfully she had a fall break, so she made her way to cincinnati without telling joe.

she was close friends with the other boys, and was in contact with zac so that they could let her onto the field. as soon as she got off the plane, zac had a security guard come get her.

“thank you” she said politely, throwing her bags in the trunk and getting into the car. the security guard smiled at her and began to drive to the stadium once he made sure she was safe and comfortable

when they car pulled in and parked, the security guard took y/ns belongings to the facility, dumping them in an office and walking y/n to the field.

y/n was bursting with excitement.

she hadn’t seen joe in a long time, reuniting before a game truly would make this day so much better.

y/n is greeted by Ja’marr at the tunnel. “hi y/n!” he said, picking her up into a hug. “hi j!” she said, hugging him back. “joes gonna be so excited to see you” Ja’marr explains, taking y/n onto the field.

when y/n saw joe throw a ball to andrei her smile grew. despite the other team also being on the field, and thousands of people watching her, she ran. she ran as fast as she could toward joe.

as joe could see out of the corner of his eye a figure running towards him, he turned his head and locked eyes with his girlfriend.

his jaw dropped, and without hesitation he ran towards her and scooped her up into a loving hug. “holy crap” he said, burying his head into her shoulder “what the f*** are you doing here” y/n laughed at his cursing. “i love you joe” she said, jumping out of his arms.

he smiled, putting his hands on her face, holding her close. “i love you more y/n” he pulled her close, kissing her lips in-front of thousands of people.

“what happened beautiful? why are you here? what about college? where is your stuff? i have so many questions” y/n laughed, her arms resting over joes shoulder pads as his reached down to hold her hips.

“well, i got a break and have the whole week off. so i thought i’d take a trip to come see my boy” joe picked her up again and spun her around. “i can’t wait till december” he said. happy to have his girl back, at least for a week.

“hey love, the games about to start and i have to go” he rests his forehead on hers. “i will see you after the game baby” he said, kissing her forehead. “good luck joey” she said, kissing his lips. “with my good luck charm in the stands? we’ll win every time” he said, backing up towards the locker room. “go get ‘em tiger!” she yelled. he blew her a kiss, turning to run into the locke room.

y/n made her way to the stadium, front row. she gripped onto the railing as she watched the boys run out onto the field, joe looked right at her. blowing her another kiss, to which she caught.

during the game, y/n screamed more than she ever had. banging on the walls and talking with the people around her. as the game ended 31 to nothing, bengals, joe ran to the side and grabbed her hand. “good job babe! you did fantastic!” she cheered. “it’s all cause of you!” he said, kissing her hand. “i’m gonna go shower, i’ll see you at the tent okay?” the tent was where all the players and their families met after to celebrate.

y/n made her way to the tent after joe left, talking to the rest of the boys family as they awaited the arrival of the boys. “y/n?” y/n turned around, meeting the eyes of robin burrow. “momma!” she said, hugging her future mother in law. “hi y/n! i thought you didn’t graduate till december?” she smiled, hugging robin tighter. “i came to surprise joe” she said, letting go of robin.

“i bet he was very happy to see you, that sweet boy only ever talks about you and football” y/n smiled, arms snaking around her hips causing her to jump. “hi mom” joe said, resting his head on y/ns shoulder. “joey!” y/n said happily

that night the two celebrated, not only type win, but also celebrating the reunion of the couple.

when the two got home, joe layed in her arms on his bed. not moving an inch the whole night. he slept better than he ever has knowing she was right there with him. at-least for a week until December

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down-in-hatchet-town · 2 years ago

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Coolest Quick Changes in “Nerdy Prudes”

Wanted to take a moment to draw your attention to some of my favorite quick changes from Nerdy Prudes Must Die:

Max > Dying!Max, and Richie > Mascot!Richie These two were fairly obvious and straightforward with only one item of clothing to change, but they had to build these costumes to make them easy to get on and off!

Detective Shapiro > Bryce’s Nerd, and Officer Bailey > Kyle

Just right there in the opening. Wigs, hats, glasses, jackets, and even shoes. They had one short verse to go from their law enforcement looks to their student looks, and they made it look easy.

Kim’s Nerd > Karen Chastity, and Mark Chastity > Officer Bailey

Kim and Curt each had one short scene to get these quick changes done. Again, the number of articles of clothing and accessories (like the shoes and glasses!) are fantastic!

Peter Spankoffski > Dan Reynolds > Barbecue Guy, and Ruth Fleming > Donna > Ruth Fleming

These must have been intense. You can see them running offstage for all of these quick changes, and they have basically zero time for this. Joey’s quick changes here took less time overall, but Lauren had a more complicated change because of the wig/headgear, dress, and shoes. These two do a scene, change, do a dance number, change again, then come back for one of the funniest scenes in the show. Crazy impressive!

Stephanie and Peter > Homecoming outfits, and Max Jagerman > Homecoming student

Once again, after the scene of Max’s defeat ends, they have one tiny filler scene to change their whole outfit—again, including the shoes! Will’s quick change gets bonus points because even though he had more time, he had to get all of the ghost makeup off of his face, neck, and hands.

Honorable mentions go to all of the wig and hairstyle changes that the female performers had, because it was a LOT. Major kudos to the costume designer, June Saito, and the cast and crew members that pulled this off!

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A while back, after The Witcher seasons 2-3 came out, I Liked a couple of its songs on Spotify. Specifically, a couple of Jaskier's songs. Well, after I did that, Spotify started giving me recommendations based on those Likes. In those recommendations, here was one band in particular that had a male singer whose voice kind of reminded me of Jaskier's honestly, but there was something about it that just ... I have never been more attracted to just a voice in my life.

Now, I like voices. I pay attention to voices. And this dude's voice ... isn't particularly special. But there's something about his voice and the way he uses it that makes me Feel Things that just a voice should not make me feel.

So I made the conscious decision not to look up a picture of this dude. Because if he was ugly I was gonna cry.

So for MONTHS I listened to this band on repeat. And aside from my particular feelings about this voice, they're a great band! There is also a female singer, and she is also fantastic, though her existence is somewhat eclipsed by my Feelings around the male singer. Overall they have this strange sort of fey quality about them, both in the style and in the fact that for some reason I cannot bloody remember any of their lyrics. (Seriously, I'll give a song a listen specifically to pay attention to the words and by the time I'm listening to one line, I've already forgotten the previous one.) Enough that it's a bit startling when there's suddenly a line that mentions a cell phone. And all this time I resist the urge to go looking for any information on them beyond the music itself.

And then one day Spotify recommends me a playlist based on their music, and there's a new band thumbnail attached. (Or, new to me anyway.) It's a slightly better picture of the two lead singers. And this is still a teeny little thumbnail image on my phone, still pretty indistinct, but ... it's more than I had before. And I sit and I squint at that picture for a while, and I go, ".....Fuuuuck, he might actually be cute."

So finally I break, and I decide to look up a music video of the song that got me into this band in the first place. So I pop on over to Youtube and type in the name of the band and the song, and sure enough, there's the official music video, and there's a thumbnail for it with a picture of the guy. And again, this is a small and indistinct picture, but again, it's more than I had before. And again, I squint at this picture for a while and go, "........Wait a fucking minute."

Guess whose band it is. Go on, guess.

I had a friend I'd told about all this months previous, and I had to immediately text her and be like "IT'S JOEY FUCKING BATEY! IT'S BEEN HIM THE WHOLE TIME! WHAT THE FUUUUUCK!!!"

(For those who don't know, the band is called The Amazing Devil. The song that got me into them is "The Horror and the Wild", but my current favourite is "Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious", and my favourite for his voice in particular is "Farewell Wanderlust".)

So anyway, all that's to say, I really like this music....👉👈

#the amazing devil #joey batey #jaskier

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Giganterra (Final Chapter/ Epilogue)

Prologue/ TOC | Previous (61)

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------ Chapter 62: Diplomacy ------

King Ronny arrived at the wall. Just like his late father, he’d never been here personally. A latent anxiety bubbled up inside him as he gazed at the weathered stones stacked high, another monument to Giganterra’s oppressive influence.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he questioned Leon, as he dismounted his horse. He brought his hand to his shoulder, allowing Tanya to grip his fingers for support so she wouldn’t fall off. “I’m sure they hate us. I doubt they’ll want anything to do with us.”

“This is absolutely necessary,” Leon explained. He carried a wooden box full of diplomatic gifts. “Even if it’s difficult. They are a neighboring country, so we need to have diplomatic channels open, in case problems arise. And that’s not even addressing our ugly history with them. I’m sure there will be plenty of snags along the way.”

Ronny sighed. “I figured you’d say something like that. Let’s get this over with. Joey?”

“At your service, Your Majesty!” Joey chirped. Normally, he’d hop off his horse with alacrity, but he was careful not to jostle all the humans he was carrying in his hand as he cautiously dismounted. Joey was in a fantastic mood, eager to explore the human lands again, but this time with an unburdened conscience. Eren, perched on his shoulder, playfully tugged on a lock of his messy hair, making him blush.

Leon edged away from the humans, avoiding eye contact. He still felt terrible guilt for his role in enslaving the tiny folk during King Richard’s reign. However, he was heartened to see that the new king sought to undo the wrongs of his father. He held hope for a brighter future, and he understood he had a very important role to play in building that future, since King Ronny couldn’t possibly pull it off by himself. Despite his internal misgivings, he followed the king and Joey, the new royal guard, through the gate. The guard shack was empty, as Ronny had dismissed the guards from their duty permanently.

“Whoa.” Ronny stopped in his tracks as he entered Minimaterra, staring in wonder at the forest of tiny, fuzzy trees that hardly reached his ankles. With the transition into fall, the trees displayed a vibrant patchwork of red, orange, yellow, and brown puffs of leaves, laid out across the landscape like a quilt.

“So this is what my forest looks like from a giant’s perspective,” Eren mused. “No wonder you guys are so careless, stomping all over the trees.”

“Sorry! It’s not intentional!” Joey blubbered. Eren smirked and elbowed his neck. Ronny rolled his eyes and began carefully tiptoeing through the forest, trying his best not to carve a path of destruction underfoot. Joey traced the king’s footsteps with his own, to minimize the damage caused, but he still winced whenever he heard the snap of a tree trunk under his boot.

“Aw, Joey, I was just kidding! Don’t feel bad,” Eren consoled him in his ear, in a softer tone. She kissed his neck, caressing it with her small hand, and he smiled tenderly.

“Watch your step, Your Majesty!” Leon called out. “There’s a house right there!”

“Oops,” Ronny gulped, retracting his boot. He frowned at the family of humans glaring up at him.

“Ronny, try not to look so scary,” Tanya whispered in his ear. “I know you have a habit of masking your feelings with a frigid expression, but you need to unlearn that.”

Ronny furrowed his brow, but dutifully thawed his features. “My apologies, subjects of Minimaterra. I meant no harm.” He gave a deferential flourish, careful not to knock Tanya off his shoulder. The humans blinked with amazement, not expecting gentlemanly behavior from the envoys of Giganterra. Ronny and the rest of the diplomatic party continued on. They passed through the forest to wider, flatter plains.

“Don’t step on those brown grassy patches,” Joey instructed the prince, pointing to the neat squares of farmland. “Those may look like grass, but they’re actually crops. Corn and wheat, I believe.”

“Thank you, Joey,” Ronny replied. He was happy to see that the squire—now a knight—was finally comfortable with speaking openly around him. The stiff, formal nervousness that Joey exhibited before tended to wear on his nerves. He regarded Joey not merely as a servant, and an ally, but a real friend. The change was subtle, but the genuine connection warmed his heart.

He felt a twitch of anxiety as the small castle, surrounded by a small city, materialized in the distance. He focused on his feet to distract himself. He had to walk slower as the country roads gave way to paved streets buzzing with miniature people and horses. Minimaterra’s citizens were hasty to get out of the way, distrustful that the giants wouldn’t stomp on anybody. The buildings were cramped closer together, forcing the giants to shuffle their feet in a straight row.

“Excuse me, sir!” a faint voice squeaked from the road. “Sir!”

Leon glanced down, confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you!”

Leon cautiously crouched down, squinting as he searched for the source of the voice. Most of the humans scrambled away like mice, but one man stood unflinchingly in the giant’s path. Leon lowered his head to get a closer look. His eyes widened with surprised recognition.

“You’re that fruit merchant!” he said. His face twisted up with embarrassment as he recalled accidentally crushing his stall. “I do apologize again-”

“No need!” the merchant interrupted, raising a hand to stop him. “I wanted to thank you for your kindness and generosity! With the gigantic coins you gave me, my family was able to buy better equipment and seeds to expand our business! We are flourishing now!”

“Oh! I’m very glad to hear that,” Leon responded, relieved.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you again, otherwise I would’ve had my wife make you an apple pie or something…” The man scampered over to his stall, rummaging through his wares. He returned with his arms hugging a huge watermelon. “Bring your hand down.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to give me anything…”

“Yes.” Leon sheepishly lowered his hand to the cobblestones. With a grunt, the man hoisted the watermelon into his hand and rolled it towards the center. “Here.”

The watermelon looked comically small in the giant’s hand, like a pill, but Leon accepted the gift with genuine gratitude. “Thank you.” He figured it would be polite to consume the offering as intended, so he popped the watermelon whole into his mouth and cracked it like a sunflower seed between his molars. A burst of sweet juice hit his tongue. “Very tasty. Thanks again.”

The man hadn’t expected the giant to bite into the watermelon without cutting the thick rind, so he could only stare open-mouthed. Leon flushed when he noticed. “I enjoyed that very much. I-I must be going. Thanks,” he repeated awkwardly. He slowly raised himself back to a standing position and stepped away, over a low building. An invisible weight unburdened his shoulders as he recognized that he had done some good for at least one human—and now, he had the tools to do far more.

Joey and Ronny waited for him in the central plaza, just a few strides away, where they had more space. “Ready?” Joey asked. Leon and Ronny nodded firmly. They stepped over the palace walls into the courtyard, mindful of the miniscule gardens. Ronny fancied, with some amusement, that the courtyard vaguely resembled Giganterra’s, just on a smaller scale.

Their presence required no announcement, since their lofty silhouettes had been spotted on the horizon from miles away. King Charles waited for them in the highest balcony of his tallest tower, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. He scowled fearlessly as he glared up at the giant men.

“What’s this about?” he questioned with a note of irritation. “Back for more tribute? So soon?”

Ronny’s stoic gaze faltered. “No. I’ve come to inform you that King Richard of Giganterra, of the Hardon Dynasty, is deceased. I am his son. The new king. King Ronny. Also of the Hardon Dynasty.” The announcement that he had rehearsed so meticulously in his head, over and over, tripped over his tongue and spilled out in a clumsy mess.

However, his delivery was not foremost on the human king’s mind. King Charles didn’t visibly flinch, but his dark skin showed a pallor that evinced his nervousness at the news. “What?” He paused, still shocked. “YOU’RE the new king?”

“Yes,” Ronny confirmed. The tiny human soldiers at Ronny’s feet rippled with discomfort and pointed their spears, unsure of the giant’s intentions.

“Never in all my years has a king of Giganterra personally graced my kingdom with his presence,” Charles uttered.

Ronny swallowed. “R-right. Well, things are going to change under my rule.”

“How so?” the human king asked suspiciously.

“For the better, I hope,” Ronny clarified quickly. He straightened his posture, putting forth his best effort to appear regal. “I wish to formally apologize for the wrongs us giants have committed against your people.”

The human king’s jaw dropped as he was rendered speechless. Ronny gestured for Leon to open the wooden box he’d been carrying. Leon pulled back the lid to reveal a cornucopia of gifts, including precious metals, jewels, exotic spices, silks, and other luxurious goods. While the stash was relatively modest for a giant king, it was a wealth of priceless treasures for the small folk. The human king couldn’t believe his eyes.

“We’ve brought gifts.” Poor recompense, I’m sure, but what else can we do? “We’re also relinquishing the humans who wished to return to Minimaterra.” With that cue, Joey kneeled down and released the humans in his hands. They were received with joy by the soldiers below.

“So few…” Charles mentioned forlornly. “Where are the rest? Especially the more recent tributes?”

“Ah! Many of them have chosen to stay in Giganterra of their own free will. Including Candy, Millie, Iris, Jackie, Addison… uh, Eren…”—he pointed towards her—“And my girl Tanya.” He caressed her with his finger, and she hugged it in return.

“Really? They chose to stay?” Charles asked, directing his attention to the human women. The hostility and skepticism dripping from his words was palpable.

“Absolutely. King Ronny is my fiancé,” Tanya explained. Eren looked teasingly at Joey and poked his neck. He scratched his cheek and flushed.

“I don’t believe it,” Charles mumbled. He stiffened as he seemed to recall something. “Wait! What about the men? What about… my advisor? Gio?”

Ronny’s smile faded into sadness. “Oh… I hate to be the one to inform you, but… tragically, they did not survive the reign of the old tyrant.”

“Oh.” A flicker of regret crossed Charles’s features, but he maintained strict control over his emotions. “I see.”

Ronny didn’t want to dwell on this uncomfortable truth, so he hastened to move the conversation along. “I’ve dismissed the guards that watched the walls around your country. We plan to demolish the barrier entirely, so that you will no longer be prisoners within your own lands.”

The smaller king blanched. “What? No! Then we’ll be at the mercy of any giant oaf that comes clomping along! That’s a terrible idea!”

“Actually, no. As it turns out, this was a lie to keep you all contained. My royal scholar, Milton, has done extensive research on Minimaterra. Your country exists on enchanted lands that will shrink any giant creature, whether man or beast, that sets foot here against the will of the giant king. You are protected by the same magic that curses you into this existence.”

“Impossible,” Charles murmured, his mouth hanging open.

Ronny knew his words were blunt, but he felt compelled to be honest, in order to gain trust. “If it makes you feel better, I can engage one of my trusted knights, Sir Maneat—erm, Sir Martin, to patrol the border to expel any ruffians.”

“I still don’t believe it. How could you possibly know if that’s true? Did you shrink someone yourself?”

“No; nevertheless, it’s true. In fact, Milton dug into the archives and found records of political prisoners that were exiled to Minimaterra and shrunk, never to be heard from again. The kings of yore used this place as a dumping ground to eliminate any person they found to be… inconvenient.”

“Why are you doing all this now? Why tell us these things? What is your motive?” Charles demanded to know, digging into the heart of the issue.

Ronny paused to collect his words, stroking his chin. “My father was a terrible man. He committed horrific atrocities. I… I don’t want to follow in his footsteps. I want to do everything I can to right these wrongs. I want to use my birthright to carve a path forward to a new beginning for our two kingdoms. Does that make sense?”

“I suppose it does.”

“Will you work with me, to realize my vision? Will you trust me? I am here. I have clawed through the worst filth you can imagine to be standing before you here today. I have overcome my worst fears and slayed the beast looming over me for my entire life. I have risked everything, life and limb, sacrificed my honor and dignity, betrayed and conquered. I have opened my heart and soul and now I bare myself before you in humble acquiescence. Will you accept me?”

Ronny dropped to his knees, careful not to squash any humans in the process, to be somewhat more level with the human king. He held out his hand, close enough for Charles to reach out and touch his finger. The smaller man stiffened. “What do you say?”

King Charles hesitated tor a long moment, thinking hard. Finally, he extended his arm and laid his hand on the tip of Ronny’s middle finger. “I accept.”

------ Epilogue ------

Under Leon’s guiding hand, Giganterra prospered. King Ronny was beloved by the people for his just and open rule. He rolled back his father’s more oppressive and draconian laws and reduced the heavy burden of taxation from his citizens. He hired scribes and scholars to make public the knowledge that had been locked away in the royal library, including the true history of Minimaterra. While Ronny was lamentably ignorant on leadership, he was willing to learn, and Leon was more than willing to use his knowledge to aid the new king.

Ronny promoted Milton to be his chief royal scholar. Milton was eager to take the position and pursue research projects that would benefit the kingdom, as well as enrich his personal knowledge. Millie chose to stay with the kind giant who had saved her. They helped each other heal from their past losses, and soon became romantically involved. Milton treasured Millie and uplifted her, while Millie admired Milton for his compassion, gentleness, and intelligence. He made her feel safe, despite being a giant.

Iris stayed with Milton as well, slowly recovering from her traumas. Over time, she became less afraid of Milton, and to a lesser extent Martin, though she still felt deeply uncomfortable around other giants. She started to speak more and show more energy. She liked to work out in the garden and enjoy the warm sunshine. She became good friends with Millie and Candy. Though she was uncertain what she wanted to do moving forward, she was grateful to have a comforting environment where she could finally rest and have peace, where she wouldn’t be eaten constantly.

Ronny fired Bucky from the head chef position and put Chef Cruor in charge of the kitchen. Cruor was ecstatic to finally be able to cook and refine his art as he saw fit, without the boss pushing him around. The quality of the food dramatically improved. Addison, who had become attached to the chef, chose to stay with him rather than return to Minimaterra. She assisted him when he cooked in the little ways that she could. She was very happy in her new role. He guarded her jealously, not allowing anyone to touch or hold her without his direct supervision. He lost some of the weight that Bucky had packed on him, but he no longer resembled a scraggly wolf. He experienced euphoria through his art and his special connection with Addison.

Ronny retired Ajax, removing the magical stone from his head and destroying it. The guard was given a proper burial and mourning. At Milton’s urging, Ronny also freed the unicorn from the basement. He wasn’t sure what to do with Hunter, as he didn’t entirely trust him, but Hunter was content to be left alone and continue his experiments—albeit only the ones that Ronny deemed ethical.

Initially, Jackie planned to return to Minimaterra, but she decided to stay to support her friend Iris. Milton gladly accepted her into his home, just as he had with the other tiny women. Chester couldn’t resist stopping by to visit her. Despite his gluttonous nature, she had to admit she had developed a basic respect for him that was turning into fondness, especially with his good deeds of saving Iris and helping Ronny kill the evil king. He showed restraint for his urges and had provided her some comfort during her confinement, after all. To her surprise, she got along very well with Chester, and he treated her with the upmost care. She found herself wanting to stay in Giganterra even after Iris recovered. She wanted to spend more time with Chester, a desire he was more than happy to indulge.

Joey was promoted to knighthood and won the esteemed position of the king’s personal guard. Eren chose to stay with him; she found him fascinating, endearing, and attractive, and she enjoyed the adventures she could have everyday in the giant country. Joey was amazed by Eren’s boldness. They fell hard for each other and experienced a very fiery and passionate romance.

Sir Maneater was welcomed back at the castle and restored to his original post. Candy got to experience the fairytale romance of her dreams with the handsome knight, who treated her like a priceless treasure. He was tasked with patrolling the border of Minimaterra where the wall used to be, not to keep the humans inside but to protect them from any disreputable giants seeking a pet or snack. At first, the humans feared him, but the more intrepid explorers learned how sweet and friendly he was and spread the word. With time, the humans regarded him as just another feature of the landscape, or even as an ally or friend.

The citizens of Minimaterra were glad to finally have the walls removed, though many chose to stay within the miniaturized country. The braver humans explored the surrounding lands, usually under Martin’s watchful eye. They could also request giant escorts if needed. They prospered greatly with plentiful aid and resources from Giganterra. Though many humans continued to distrust the giants, relationships between the two countries improved significantly.

Ronny didn’t quite understand why his late father had considered relations with King Ivan’s kingdom to be so critical, until Leon explained to him that Hardon had lusted after Ivan’s daughter. With that knowledge, Ronny dissolved Bianca’s marriage to Ray, since they obviously weren’t a good match. Bianca was broken inside after everything that had happened, and she mourned the loss of her small men, particularly Cesar. Although they didn’t leave behind any physical remains, she made small graves for them in the palace garden, where she would often sit and mourn. She made a gravestone for her unborn baby as well and placed it alongside Cesar's grave. Even so, she set her sights on moving forward and helping Ronny build a better life for the rest of the humans. It was the only way she could think of to atone for her transgressions and honor the lives of those lost to her father’s brutality.

Tanya stayed with Ronny, of course, and became his queen, cementing the alliance between the two peoples. Even though Ronny had to deal with the stresses and responsibilities of ruling a kingdom, he was happier than he’d ever been in his life. Tanya was his light; she made him feel whole. He loved her with his entire heart, and he was thankful to her for freeing him, and indeed the whole kingdom, from the yoke of his tyrannical father.

When Tanya suggested that Ronny create a new crest to represent his rule, the new giant king agreed with alacrity. He disposed of the sable wolf with silver and purple, and adopted a new emblem, a gold phoenix upon an azure background. Like a phoenix, Giganterra had risen from the ashes of destruction to be reborn into something new, something noble and beautiful. A new age had begun.

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The Morning After the Engagement: Rivendell Edition

AKA, Scott got betrothed for politics and now he is suffering

So this one won't actually be in the fic most likely, because plot-wise I don't want Scott and Xornoth to know what everyone else is thinking, but I thought this was funny and was told it was so here. Enjoy.

Scott opened the door to a hyperactive flurry of scarlet and rainbow feathers and immediately slammed it shut again on the intruder's foot. The pained yelp was very satisfying.

"Brother, your mistress is here," he shouted back into the house, yanking the door open again just in time to see a very scandalized minister of agriculture hurry away down the road towards the marketplace over Joey's shoulder.

The Emperor of the Lost Kingdom was hopping on one foot, his face screwed up while he clutched at the (now scuffed) heeled sandal that had given his toes absolutely no protection from the solid spruce door.

Once he became aware that Scott was looking at him he composed himself enough to sniff disdainfully and limp past him into the house.

"Xorny!" He smelled like warm humidity. Ugh.

Scott follows him back to the kitchen where Xornoth really looks as if they regret everything ever as Joey dramatically flings himself across a whole corner of the table, nearly knocking their breakfast to the floor. His wings trail through Scott's plate. Serves him right. Scott hopes the honey is hell to wash out.

Joey is already chattering a million miles an hour and it is way too early in the morning for this.

Scott doesn't make his escape quickly enough though because Joey rolls over so he's lounging on the table like its a piece of parlor furniture and gives him the brightest, smuggest smirk of a grin. "And here is the lucky bridegroom himself! You absolutely must let me help plan the wedding."

"Unfortunately we have several professionals who are already hard at work," Scott says in mock sadness. "And it would be an insult to them to remove them from the project."

Xornoth seems to be considering the merits of drowning themselves in their sweetberry juice. Scott squints at it and decides to risk freezing it over. The only possible casualty is Joey.

He successfully freezes Xornoth's juice. And Joey's right wing. And Xornoth's feet. Maybe he's not as okay about this whole thing as he's pretending.

Xornoth gives him a guilty look while they're slowly defrosting Joey's wing. "I should have talked to you first," They admit. "I panicked. I thought they'd try to bargain more."

"They think its some kind of rescue," Joey sniffs, immediately snatching both siblings' attention. He doesn't notice at first, intently preening through his newly freed (and damp) feathers. Eventually he does look up and rolls his eyes at them. "Oh come on. Surely you're aware."

Scott has no idea what he is talking about. Xornoth looks equally confused.

Joey sighs and flops back so he's leaning percariously off the edge of the table, wings draped down to the floor, shoulders held up by Xornoth's. "They think you keep Scotty here locked up in a dungeon or a tower or something and they see this as an opportunity to make sure he's safe from the big bad rebel king or whatever."

Xornoth makes a noise equal parts distressed and amused.

"What?"

Joey rolls his eyes again so hard he almost falls. "As far as they know you were exiled, came back, killed your parents and disappeared your little brother. From the outside it looks really bad."

He idly picks at his fingernails and peers over at Scott. "I'm pretty sure if it weren't for Katherine most of them wouldn't even believe you're alive."

Xornoth just blinks over at them both. "Do I really give off such strong Evil Dictator vibes?"

"You both have the social skills of a dead sheep," Joey says bluntly.

"Like you're any better," Scott mutters under his breath.

"I am a fucking delight. You two have the mutual dream of running off and becoming mountain hermits."

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Another bit from Sally=Loki that might have to get the chop but I thought was too funny to not delete. Can you guess who Percy had just met? (It's Apollo, also to answer your earlier question Percy sounds more educated because 1) Loki is very educated and children learn to speak by mimicing parents so compared to Sally who is a high school dropout, nothing wrong with that, just Loki just has a broader vocabulary 2) Loki would accept nothing less then a fantastic education for his child so Percy does go to a good school and has Loki being very supportive at home, 3) Loki has a lot of run ins with the authorities and taught Percy specific phrases. After all mortal doctors could notice something was up with her if they looked so Percy was trained to deny care, if you asked her about some other topic she would not sound that good)

“Why have you returned?” Poseidon demanded “And where is your minder?”

Percy shrugged and replied, “Ares was trying to show me some statues and murals when a strange naked man appeared and started touching Ares all over the place and tried to chase me.”

Her uncle Zeus made a strange noise like a squeaky toy, he should probably see a doctor about that she thought. “Mom and my teachers and the school resource officers all said if I see a person not wearing all their clothes or exposing their privates I’m supposed to run away and find a trusted adult. Ares didn’t seem super available, and you were closest, and it is your day, but I guess I can go back to my grandpa’s house if you’re busy.”

For a moment everything was silent and then Uncle Hades suddenly lunged forward tackling her father who had started to rise back into his seat. “Oh my, that must have been very scary for you” replied her Uncle Hades voice rough and teeth gritted with exertion. Vaguely she could hear her father start to say something only to be quickly cut off by a hissed “Language!” from said Uncle.

Uncle Zeus laughed like someone who knew they were about to fail to negotiate their way out of being kneecapped by the mob and blabbered out, “You didn’t interrupt anything important, no siree, we were just finishing up, now if you will excuse me I just remembered I haven’t seen my children in an bit and must check in on them” all while he fled the room, carefully keeping the table between him and her father. Percy wondered why all the adults on this side of the family constantly acted like they were raised by baboons. With a sigh she turned back to her remaining “adults” and said “Public indecency is illegal, as is exposing yourself to a minor. I believe this is where you are supposed to call the authorities.”

Percy was very proud of herself for remembering all of that from the stranger danger talk at school (mom would have probably castrated the man rather than call the cops but as Percy had recently learned mom also had a history with the law here so she probably had to rely on her own conflict resolution skills… which would explain a lot actually. As the old man who ran the bodega had said, a criminal who calls the cops is a dead criminal). Admittedly she did not ever expect to need to need it as any adult who worked with children with any frequency at all seemed aware of this particular procedure, however she supposed she could give daddy a pass since he was one, very new to this and two, she was starting to doubt he or his siblings had been raised by sentient life at all. So, some ignorance was probably unavoidable on his part, she just hoped the rapid reddening of his face was not due to anger directed at her over being told what to do. Maybe he was embarrassed that he didn’t know already? Mom always said there was nothing embarrassing about learning. However, last time she corrected a boy in her class he cried, she hoped this was not another Joey Klingler situation because she really didn’t think she would be able to get daddy to stop yelling by distracting him by triple-dog-daring him to eat a fistful of sand.

i love how no matter the universe, percy's first interaction with ror!apollo always has to do with him being naked 💀

BUT I LOVE THIS!!! I hope you don't end up deleting it cuz it is a funny scene but if you do... i will treasure this post forever 😔😔😔

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oeuvrinarydurian · 2 months ago

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It’s the Sunday Free-For-All!

I thought for a change, I would try to choose my favorite supporting character. Some episodes are more character/mystery driven, and others are more relationship-driven. Those would be my favorites, but it’s especially enjoyable when supporting characters are written and cast with such care.

I’m having a hard time picking only one. “Sway” is a contender. All of those Burridges staff are fabulous, as is the guy who plays Joey Lisk. The piano tuner is fabulous. It’s really an embarrassment of riches.

The only reason I’m not choosing it is I think “Fugue“ sinks or swims based on the guy who plays Cronyn/Gull; plus the brother and sister are truly well realized. She’s not the most exciting character in the world, but her performance is lovely, and it’s a terrific counterpoint to the sort of creepy/tormented genius that her brother brings to the table. I think he was probably more of a red herring that got edited down, but between the three of them, it’s a winner for me.

On the other hand, how fantastic is it to not just have Danny Webb back as Lott, but have him back in such a disgustingly vile way in “Exeunt”? Now, the guy is really a movie star. He’s been in everything, for God’s sake…his charisma leaps through the screen. He’s more of a guest star than a supporting actor, but every moment he’s on screen is a joy.

Or is it David Oakes as Joss Bixby? If fanfiction is any thing to gauge reaction by, this is clearly the winner.

Who do you pick? I can’t choose. I could’ve kept going, frankly.

#sunday free for all #supporting actor Sunday #David Oakes #Danny Webb #mason gull #Arthur Lott #endeavour morse #itv endeavour #endeavour itv #joss bixby #Endeavour: sway #endeavour: ride #Endeavour: fugue #endeavour: exeunt #Geoffrey Streatfeild #burridges #epic acting #our beautiful onion #our beautiful show

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teamcurtflake · 3 months ago

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Cinderella's Castle Review

At long last, what everyone (no one) has been waiting for - my review of Cinderella's Castle! Fair warning, there may be spoilers ahead! Mkay you've been warned. 💚

First, my general thoughts. Overall, I thought this was a fantastic addition to the long list of excellent musicals from Team StarKid. The story was familiar yet innovative, the characters were immersive, and the combination of the music and choreo was incredible. I may have laughed more during this show than any other StarKid show, but there were also some absolutely devastating and emotional moments. Also, everyone is so hot in this show it's unfair.

The choreo? PERFECTION. Lauren really outdid herself with the dance choreo. It was so different from that of other StarKid shows, but it absolutely matched each song immaculately. In addition to this, every cast member executed the choreo excellently. Special shout-out to Curt for slaying the fight choreo.

Speaking of the songs though - Jeff Blim the man that you are. All of the songs are so cool and catchy and, again, different from what we've been used to with Hatchetfield. Shout-out to the band aka the Whippoorwills for CRUSHING it! Everyone's voices sounded fantastic, 10/10, and I don't think I'll ever be able to pick a favorite song.

Nick and Matt Lang are geniuses, and this just confirms that. They created a story around something that is well-known and potentially overdone BUT made it their own with some special StarKid magic. The story is dark, hilarious, and touching all at the same time. They've come up with these brilliant characters that you can't help but fall in love with (which is obviously a combination of the writing AND the brilliant portrayal by the cast).

Sidenote - the wardrobe is STUNNING.

Now I could keep rambling, but instead I'll leave y'all with my summary of each cast member's performance in five words or less:

Angela - regal yet evil

Bryce - haunting and powerful

Curt - dadius (but also MOOD)

James - side-splittingly hilarious

Jeff - the realest

Joey - I wanna squeeze him

Jon - so so noble

Kim - ETHEREAL

Lauren - sweetie pie

Mariah - gross in a good way

#starkid #starkid cinderella's castle #cinderella's castle #the lands that are #cinderella's castle spoilers #Cinderella's Castle review #team starkid #curt mega #kim whalen #lauren lopez #joey richter #angela giarratana #mariah rose faith #james tolbert #jon matteson #bryce charles #jeff blim #curt if you see this just remember you're awesome #jen rambles

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bengals-barnesbabe · 5 months ago

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Imagine your first wash day at Joe's...

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When you first started dating, Joe had only ever seen your hair in a protective style or wrapped in a scarf, granted you met in the summer so those were your safest options.

As time went on and you grew closer, you began to wear your hair out more which required much more work, so you left a mini hair care bag at his place. It only had a few essential items like a leave in, edge control, mini spray bottle, some hair oil and a pack of silk scrunchies. Since you spent the majority of the time at his place he believed that was all you needed to maintain your 4b/4c hair.

You moved in with him a month ago, and today is your long awaited and very much needed wash day. The weather in Cincinnati finally cooled down enough for you to let go of the braids, so you planned to do mini twists. You wanted to start as soon as possible, so when Joe left at 8 in the morning you gathered your bucket of haircare products and locked yourself in the bathroom.

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It was about noon when Coach Taylor let his players out, they had a game that Sunday so he didn't want to run them too ragged. Joe, Tee and Ja'Marr decided to grab a bite to eat before heading to Joe's to cool off.

The moment the 3 men enter your living room is the exact moment you remember that you may have neglected to tell your boyfriend of today's significance.

"Hey babe, we stopped by that place you liked so I brought you- woah." Joe looks wide eyed at the organized mess of different combs/brushes, gels and bottles of hair products with you in the center of it.

You nervously smile at the trio. "Hi." You quickly finish the twist you're on and pause the movie you're 'watching'.

"Are we interrupting something- ohhh yea mhm got it. Let's go, Tee." Ja'Marr says assessing the situation.

"Yo wait, can you do mine next? You know, when you get a chance." Tee asks.

"Man, she aint doing yo crusty ass fade. I'm definitely next."

"There ain't nothing wrong with my cut." The two wide receivers argue on the way out.

You chuckle before turning back to your boyfriend, "I may have forgot to tell you today's wash day." You say sheepishly.

"You think?" He shakes his head and takes a seat on the cleanest spot next to you. "This is a lot, when did you get all of this?"

"I've had it the whole time, most of it stays in the closet a majority of the time." You shrug moving around some of the products so he can stretch out. He gladly scoots in closer and analyses your work in progress.

You had just finished the back before they walked in, your hair is pretty thick and a decent length so washing it took about 2 hours. Then you decided to make your life easier by making the process harder and blowing out the entire thing, that took another hour.

"The line in the back is crooked, but its look pretty nice overall."

You immediately smacked his chest. "Joey, what the hell."

"What'd I do? Do you not want me to be honest?" You glared at him.

"You've been hanging out with Ja'Marr for too long."

He chuckles and presses a kiss to your head, "baby you are the most talented, amazing and most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure to meet. And you are doing an absolutely fantastic job on your hair."

"Much better, now let me wash my hands before I see if you actually got my order right." You teased.

"I know you better than I know myself Y/n, you need to stop doubting my 'boyfriend skills'."

While you're gone he couldn't help but look at every single product in his vicinity. Trying not to knock over any of the open bottles of oil, he spots a bright blue gel-cream and reaches for it.

"Doo Gro, well I am growing out my hair." His curiosity getting the best of him, he scoops some out of the jar and sniffs it for safety reasons. Unable to place the scent, he rubs it in his hands then rakes his hands through his hair.

"Joe, what are you doing?" He jumps at your voice, effectively knocking over your bag of combs.

"Shit, baby. What does it look like?" He says now cleaning the mess of combs, in shapes and sizes he'd never seen a day in his life.

"It looks like you wanna be a giant grease ball." You snort picking a handheld mirror off the floor and putting it in his face.

"Jesus, I didn't put that much in." The dollop he picked up had somehow multiplied and made it look like he'd meant to slick back his hair.

"Aww my poor greasy baby, I hope you rubbed it into your scalp as well." You said picking up your plate and shoving the food in your mouth.

"I think I got that covered, does this stuff wash out- Y/n baby calm down it's not going anywhere." He stares wide eyed at the plate that's been half eaten in mere seconds.

"I know, I just haven't eaten since like yesterday. It probably does, just not all of it. At least you'll get thicker hair out of this," You can't help the giggles coming out as you continue to look at your boyfriend's head.

"It's not that funny." He bites his bottom lip as his own start to take over.

"You look like the kids that cover themselves in vaseline and peanut butter." The room's completely filled with your laughter to the point that everything has been forgotten.

"If doing your hair has always been this fun, let me help all the time." He smiles as the laughter subsides.

You shake your head, "I'll let you wash it next time and we'll see if you still wanna be included. Even with your giant football arms, you'll be tapping out before we get to deep conditioning."

He smirks, "all I hear is that you like my arms."

You scoffed and gave him a good once-over, "oh I like more than your arms." Biting your lip, you sit yourself in his lap.

"Oh yea, tell me more." His eyes blazed with desire as your hands run up his arms and down his chest.

"I love how big you are, but you already knew that." You smirk.

"Fuck." He growls pulling your lips flush against his.

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a/n: inspired by my HS self making the fact that I learned to do my hair during quarantine and mastered mini twists enough for it to become my entire personality. she was very humbled when they became a trend lol, I still love them tho and my nephew who covered himself in vaseline not once but 3 times. :)

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