#my english skills were clearly improving by then

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sometimes i think about this girl in elementary who pointed at a boy's go diego go backpack and said diego was demonic and that he was going to hell so i pointed at her barbie backpack and said that barbie hates god and she started crying so hard she was still in tears when i got off my stop

[strangesthirdeye]

Late Night Potions ( Severus Snape x Wife! Reader)

Summary: There are times when they are safe but still remind them of bitter thing.

Warning: it's Severus Snape, he's always slay, soft Severus, love, fluff, sweet, Severus being a good husband, ooc Severus Snape? Cannot sleep.. Severus survived Battle of Hogwarts.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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Another stir clockwise and one more peppermint, The calming draughts Severus made finally turned brown meaning it was ready. He grabbed the glass vial that was placed not far from where he was brewing and opened the lid of the vial and slowly he scooped the potion with a spoon then put it in the vial.

The clock showed 3 in the morning and Severus was still in his potion room in his own house which was a bit late for brewing something at that time but it was Severus of course he had time to brew something. Well, the reality is that he can't catch a wink of sleep directly, making him stare at the ceiling of the bedroom he and you share. While you were soundlessly sleeping, Severus decided to get out of bed without keeping you awake and decided to make some light potions to make himself tired so he could easily fall asleep.

But still, after the 3 potions he made and all the process of putting the three potions into the vial, he still couldn't catch his sleepiness and that made him frustrated.

The eye bags under his eyes are visible while his face is definitely tired but the strange thing is that he can't sleep even though his body language clearly shows that he needs to sleep.

He sighed tiredly then closed the glass vial and placed the potions on the other potions shelf according to the label. He rubbed his face trying to remove the fog from his eyes which indicated that he needed to sleep. He then swished his wand to carefully pack the potions tools on the table. And standby for the 4th brewing potions.

Severus then swished his wand towards the ingredient cabinet for the potion he wanted to make, which was the Blood Replenishing potion. All ingredients are floated and gently placed on the table. Severus then cleaned the standby cauldron and placed it on the bunsen burner. He then opened the bunsen burner with a small flame and cast Aguamenti into the cauldron and miraculously the cauldron was filled with water according to the prescribed measure.

While he waited for the water to heat for 5 minutes, he started flipping through his potions book to idly even though he was skilled and memorized all the potions he made, he still needed the potions book to be sure. Sometimes he will add some useful notes to the book so that when he teaches, he can teach students more efficiently.

After 5 minutes, he then reached the dew and was ready to be placed in the cauldron but stopped when he felt a hand hugging his abdomen from behind. He was stunned but then relieved when he found out it was you.

You who had just woken up from sleep after discovered that Severus was not in the bed hugged Severus' back tightly in a still sleepy state. Severus knew that you couldn't sleep without him because he knew that you still imagined him disappearing and never coming back after the terrible Battle of Hogwarts that happened a few months ago. Although Severus survived Nagini's attack and was put in St's Mungos for two months to recover from snake venom, you are still afraid that he will be gone.

Severus stiffened shoulders dropped then he leaned against your touch. Savoring the warm temperature from your body. He sighed tiredly. His hands that holding the potions ingredients were placed on the table and his fingers rubbed the back of your hand that wrapped around his abdomen. The flame of the Bunsen burner was extinguished by him.

"It's 3 am and you're brewing potions" you mumbled behind his shoulder.

"Just want to make myself tired so that I can sleep well" Severus said lowly in his deep tone.

"Nightmare?" You parted away from his shoulder and leaned the side of your head behind him.

"Incredulity" Severus sighed.

"Incredulity with what?" You questioned with perplexity.

"That we both survive that battle" Severus muttered.

You raised your head and instantly faced him. Your face looked up at his face. His tired eyes that clearly make you concerned with his state. You and him still have a traumatic experience from the battle, which makes you both uneasy when the matter is mentioned. It's lucky you both survived even though Severus had to be admitted to the hospital and you suffered several injuries that left scars that made you think how lucky you both were to survive the battle. It also means that you two are very strong to survive the battle.

You softened your look and reached Severus' sharp cheek and stroked it gently. Severus closed his eyes and leaned against your warm palm.

"I also wonder how we can survive that battle but that's the story line. We both survive with the hope that we both can be together. All the things we went through together before and after that battle are the main pillars of our strength. We survive because we know that we are need this 'life'." You replied softly, caressing Severus' cheek.

Severus let out a heavy sigh. "the things we went through, what if one of us didn't survive the battle? What if the battle was just a dream? What if I lost you?"

"stop it, Sev. Ignore those negative thoughts. We are both safe and alive. Voldermort and the Death Eater are gone. You don't need to be a double agent to know the plans of both parties. You are who you are now. We are both safe and sound without any obstacles . We have each other." you firmly said.

Severus leaned his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Severus whispered in a husky and deep tone that always made your knees tremble hearing that even though the two of you had been together for almost 6 years.

"You didn't do anything. It's me who came to you and saved you and you accept me as I am" you whispered back.

[justahumanthislife]

Behind your back..

Note: pronouns aren't used, gn reader. Short, very short fic

Warning: stalking, victim/predator attitude, the reader is being hunted by one smiling deer, predator behavior, some creepy content at the end, angst, Al considers you his pet, get over it, maybe something else that I forgot to mention lol :)

MilBear: - "I apologize immediately if you find any errors in the text. I don't know English well and use a translator. Anyway, have fun reading! ^^"

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He was behind you and you know it.

You can literally feel his presence behind you. And you didn't like it very much. It seemed that you just couldn't tear yourself away from him, because wherever you hid, he would always find you, in any nook, in any crevice.

But it was impossible to stop.

After all, then he would have won. Like all those times in the past when you just gave up. But not now. Now you were going to run, just run. It doesn't matter where, as long as it's away from him at least for a moment..

Run, run, run.... Just run!

Don't look back. He was in the back and you don't have to turn around to prove it to yourself!

You don't know how long you've been running. A few hours? Or maybe just a few minutes.. But it didn't matter. It was important to hide from him, but it seemed that it was simply impossible. And you knew it.

Always knew, but you tried not to think about it. But now it seems that these thoughts are coming back again, reminding you of how insignificant you are and what a stupid thing you did back then.

There was a noise behind you. Bestial, inhuman. It was a wild animal, a demon by nature, dressed in the skin of a red deer, which he was absolutely not at such moments. He was a monster who wanted to get his prize by playing a little with his victim so that prize would seem even sweeter to his perverted taste.

It was an eternal game of cat and mouse, which he always won.

Besides, what else excites the appetite so much, besides an interesting hunt for his funny little animal?

And so, you feel like your legs are just begging you to stop. Your breathing has been lost for a long time, and your lungs are just burning because of the constant running.

But you can't stop.

No, not now. You need a little more time, maybe then he'll finally give up.

And in the hope of finally breaking away and taking a break from this seemingly eternal game of catch-up, you turn around the corner, hoping to see even more roads and escape routes there, or at least some abandoned house in which you could wait it out, but unfortunately you made the wrong move.

It was a dead end.

There was a high wall in front of you, there was nowhere else to run.

The sounds behind you have stopped. You no longer heard these sounds of a predator or the sound of footsteps that sounded well in your ears while you were running. But you know, he's right there. He's standing right behind you. No matter how quiet it is, he's right there.

The pounding of your long-unbreakable heart reverberated in your ears, causing a headache. Your breathing was ragged and very fast. Your body was tired, but you couldn't relax.

You've been caught again..

After just a few moments, you heard the sound of approaching footsteps again, echoing off the walls of some dark buildings. Here it is. The predator finally cornered its prey. Again.

You heard someone stop a meter away from you, watching you and your condition for a moment.

At the same moment, one of the tentacles of the predator standing behind you wrapped around your waist, pulling you exactly into his arms, releasing you at the moment when his hands are squeezing your shoulders while he is still standing behind you, instilling danger with just his presence.

"You were able to hold out longer this time, my dear, well done. Your running and endurance skills have finally improved, which makes our game even more interesting and long, don't you think?" He said with a grin, clearly finding it all just a fun distraction for himself. "But at the end of the day, we both know what's going to happen at the end of every game, hmm?"

Immediately after his words, Alastor bent down and sank his razor-sharp teeth into your always open neck. You screamed because of the sharp and very strong pain, and he only tore out a piece of your flesh with his teeth, greedily devouring this poor and unfortunate piece of meat. Blood sprayed and just poured out of a part of your already severed neck, staining your clothes and falling to the floor. You were breathing hard and fast. Your body was shackled by fear and pain. You felt your consciousness quickly begin to slip away, listening to his quiet laughter and champing somewhere nearby.

Alastor licked his teeth and lips from the blood, enjoying your taste, which he has not yet tired of, looking with his red eyes at you and your poor body.

Your legs are starting to weaken, your consciousness is slipping away from you pretty quickly. Of course, this cannot kill the sinner, but it will still take time to recover. You try to stay on your feet and stay conscious, but it becomes very difficult. A little more and...

Damn it...

You lost consciousness, but Alastor's tentacles wrapped around you, preventing you from falling to the ground. A smirk appeared on his lips as he continued to stare at you.

"Well, well, my dear, you will not stay in such an empty and dark place, especially unconscious. We don't want anyone to touch the body of my cute pet," Alastor said and took your body in his arms and disappeared into the shadows.

He appeared in your hotel room and moved your body onto the bed, allowing it to finally rest and recover.

"Rest, because after that our little game will continue again, my little animal.." the Radio Demon said with a dark grin, disappearing into the shadows again, finally leaving you alone in your room. In your little comfortable space.

Alastor took a very small bite out of you this time, but no one knows what he'll want to do next. And as long as you are his new favorite toy, your game will continue..

[gilbertscurls]

Classroom Competition ➵ Matt Sturniolo

synopsis: two rival English teachers, you and Matt, challenge each other to an end-of-year competition to see whose class will come out on top.

You stood at the front of your classroom, flipping through the stack of essays your students had turned in earlier that week. The air was thick with the smell of freshly sharpened pencils and the quiet hum of focused minds. Your students were finishing a timed writing exercise, and you could already tell from the intensity in their eyes that they were giving it their all.

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Your class was doing great this semester. They were engaged, improving their writing skills daily, and, most importantly, they were enjoying the material. You had spent weeks perfecting your lesson plans, making sure they were creative and challenging. But in the back of your mind, there was always one nagging thought.

Matthew.

Your fellow English teacher—and academic rival.

Victoria had been teaching at Somerville High for two years now, and ever since you and Matt had both started in the same semester, a silent, unspoken competition had brewed between you. You both taught sophomore English, and though you never directly confronted each other about it, there was a clear rivalry between you to see who could get the highest test scores, who could make reading Shakespeare fun, and who could inspire their students the most.

It wasn’t that Matt was a bad teacher. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was too good. Charismatic, engaging, and with an ability to make even the most mundane literature seem exciting, he was loved by students and teachers alike. His reputation for getting the highest standardized test scores among his classes wasn’t lost on you either.

But you weren’t about to let him overshadow you.

The bell rang, and your students handed in their essays on the way out. You were just gathering your things when the door to your classroom swung open. Speak of the devil.

“Y/N,” Matt greeted you with a casual smirk, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You busy?”

You looked up, narrowing your eyes. “What do you want, Matt?”

“I just thought I’d swing by and see how your class is doing,” he said, his voice smooth. “You know, make sure everything’s running smoothly on this side of the English department.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up the stack of essays. “My class is doing just fine, thank you.”

“Of course they are,” he said, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. He glanced around, taking in your meticulously organized classroom. “I’m sure you’re drilling those essays into them like always.”

You bristled at the jab but kept your tone light. “Maybe, but at least my students know how to structure an argument properly. I’ve heard yours are still struggling with thesis statements.”

Matt chuckled, clearly not offended. “Oh, they’ve got it down. But I prefer to focus on more… Creative approaches to writing. You know, things that get students to think outside the box.”

“Right,” you said, leaning back against your desk. “And that’s why your students are always scrambling the day before exams, right?”

He shot you a look, but his smile never wavered. “Hey, it works for them.”

You had this same back-and-forth at least once a week. It wasn’t mean-spirited, but there was definitely an underlying tension in your conversations. And today, you were determined to win this round.

“Speaking of exams,” you said casually, “did you see the test scores from last week’s assessment?”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “I did. Pretty solid across the board. How about yours?”

You grinned. “Best in the department.”

For the first time, Matt’s smirk faltered just slightly, and it was all the satisfaction you needed.

“Congrats,” he said, a little less cocky now. “Guess I’ll have to step up my game.”

“Guess so,” you said sweetly.

He crossed his arms, clearly not ready to back down entirely. “Well, if we’re being competitive, how about we up the stakes?”

You eyed him warily. “What kind of stakes?”

“An end-of-year competition,” he suggested, leaning against one of the student desks. “Your class versus mine. Whoever gets the highest overall grade average wins.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly does the winner get?”

Matt thought for a moment, then his grin returned. “Bragging rights. For the whole summer. And…” he paused for dramatic effect, “the loser has to buy the winner coffee every morning for a week.”

You crossed your arms, biting your lip as you considered the offer. It was a ridiculous bet, but there was something thrilling about it. And if you were being honest with yourself, you liked the competition with Matt. It kept you on your toes, made you push yourself harder. Plus, the thought of beating him, once and for all, was too tempting to resist.

“Deal,” you said, stepping forward and offering your hand.

Matt’s smile widened as he took it. “Deal.”

The rest of the semester flew by, and true to your word, both you and Matt ramped up your efforts to make your classes the best they could be. You spent countless hours refining your lesson plans, coming up with creative writing prompts, and working one-on-one with students who needed extra help. You weren’t just teaching to win the bet—you genuinely cared about your students’ success—but knowing that you had a competition with Matt made you push even harder.

On the other side of the hallway, Matt was doing the same. He organized debate competitions, hosted creative writing workshops, and even incorporated poetry slams into his curriculum. His students adored him, and he had a way of making literature come alive in a way that was different from your more structured approach.

By the time the end of the year rolled around, both teachers were anxiously awaiting the results. Final grades were submitted, and the last week of classes was a blur of goodbyes and final projects.

You were standing in the teacher’s lounge, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for the principal to post the final grade averages. Matt stood beside you, leaning casually against the wall, looking far too relaxed for your liking.

“Nervous?” he asked, glancing over at you.

“Not at all,” you lied, crossing your arms. “Just ready to win.”

Matt chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

The principal finally walked in, holding the final grade reports. She posted the averages for each class on the board, and you felt your heart race as you scanned the numbers. Your class had done incredibly well, but so had Matt’s.

It was close. Really close.

In the end, Matt’s class edged yours out by a mere half a percentage point.

You let out a frustrated sigh, crossing your arms as Matt grinned triumphantly beside you.

“Looks like I’ll be expecting that coffee next week,” he said, his tone dripping with smugness.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”

Matt chuckled, stepping closer, his voice softening just a little. “You know, this whole rivalry thing—it’s fun.”

You glanced up at him, your heart doing an unexpected little flip. “Yeah. It is.”

For a moment, you stood there, the usual tension between you shifting into something else—something that felt less like competition and more like connection.

“So, what’s next?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Matt grinned. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

And as you walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if this competition of yours was just beginning—only now, the stakes felt a little higher.

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom

[prowlingz]

- Sticky Situation -

smut (cuck?? Idk read the summary 😭) 18+

MW2 | Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell.

I’m from Germany and only just learned English, so please don’t be upset at any grammatical errors!

Summary: You are the perfect person for the job: seduce ‘Mark Ruffolo’ better known as ‘Mr. M’. You need to distract him long enough for team 141 to infiltrate the building, take down any guards in the way - and capture Mr. M alive. Thing is, his guards check on him periodically (every 15 or so minutes), and the only way he won’t is if someone is in need of his full attention and he doesn’t want to be bothered. Price had the room rigged with cameras so they can be sure the plan is in action; but a few members get insanely jealous watching another man touch you..

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“This is going to be so fucking ridiculous” you say, your face growing ever redder.

You look up to meet Laswell’s gaze, she looks deeply saddened by this predicament.

“You don’t have to sleep with him, just..” she pauses, unsure of what to say next. “Keep him.. occupied” she finished sternly.

The tension in the room is thick. No one is comfortable sending you into this situation, especially seeing fear in your eyes.

“We are going to send a.. what? 22 year old, new member into some perverts playhouse? What a damn welcome..” Gaz says to Laswell, he furrows his eyebrows.

He’s right. You only joined 141 two months ago after being recommended due to your skills as an agile sniper.

“Look: it wasn’t my decision. Unless any of you boys want to get all dolled up for the pervert?” she says, clearly frustrated as she’s had to say multiple times now that it wasn’t her call, and to not get mad at her over it.

Silence fills the room. Everyone looks uncomfortable, and most of them take pity glances at you. You bite your bottom lip and keep your gaze down.

You know what you have to do.

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The ride there was silent. Plan is, Soap will wear a guard’s outfit and bring you to the front gate as an “escaped whore”, where you’ll be taken up to the man..hopefully.

This plan definitely left a lot of room for improvement, but there was little time, and the mood seemed solemn.

“I..” you begin to speak, not even knowing what to say but knowing you should say something. Before you can get another word out, you find yourself there.

You were wearing a short white ruffled dress, no shoes. This apparently was what Mr. M’s ‘whores’ would wear.

No one said a word as you stepped out, all keeping their heads down. Soap grabbed your wrist tightly to make it seem he was dragging you back like a dog.

“Does this hurt?” he says, looking down at you.

“I don’t mind it” you say in response. “Let’s just get this over with”

You both make your way to the front gate, where two guards point guns at you, and lower once they realize a ‘guard’ is with you.

“Found this whore trying to escape. Thought I’d bring her back for a punishment” he clearly hated every word of the sentence, and his grip on you tightened right before he has to let you go.

You don’t turn back to say goodbye, instead, you obediently get pushed around by one of the guards up to Mr. M.

You track mud throughout the building. You’re totally alone. You have no one to rely on if shit hits the fan other than your own skills. You reassure yourself they wouldn’t have sent you in if they knew the danger was way too risky.. right? You think back to 141’s solemn faces: they looked defeated before we even began.

Lost in thought, but still being dragged by the guard, you get snapped out of your headspace by a knock on the large door in front of you.

“Come in”, you hear a husky voice respond to the knock.

You step into the room.. well.. you’re thrown into it basically, but catch yourself. The guard turns on his heel and leaves. You were dumped like trash.

“What do we have here?”

You turn, and make eye contact with a tall man. You never thought Mr. M would be so young, attractive and..tall. Even though the ceiling was likely 30 feet high, it still feels like he could touch it. He was likely 6’7”, had bright blond hair and cold blue eyes. They reminded you of Soap’s eyes, how you could get lost in them for hours. Mr. M’s hair was so similar to Ghost’s, it almost made you laugh. But instead, you were quickly knocked right back into reality when you remembered your situation.

You knew that 141 was watching from the cameras, which to you were quite easily spotted due to your intensive training and excellent eyesight as a sniper.

“S-sir” you say sheepishly, making eye contact with the man.

He examines you. All of you.

You stand there, not moving a muscle.

Before you can open your mouth for another word, he picks you up like it’s nothing, or.. more like you’re nothing. He treats you like an object at disposal.

He takes you over to his desk and has you straddling him. You don’t know what to do with your hands, until he moves them to your breasts.

“Hmm..such a good girl” he hums. Praise from any man is enough to undue you, but this man is super fucking hot too.

You let out the slightest whimper to his praise, which he caught immediately. You continue staring at the marble floor to your right, and your face grows ever so redder.

“What is your name?” he asks.

You make eye contact with him. His cold gaze is piercing you.

Paranoia fills you. ‘Shit. SHIT. He knows. He knows..’ is all you keep thinking, not even able to understand his question.

“Do you not know English? Wie heißen Sie? (What is your name?)” he gives you a confused look and pouts his lips.

You know German, but never discussed this with 141. You respond to his question either way.

“My name is y/n” you say sheepishly.

He hums in your response.

“Such a pretty name for a pretty little girl like yourself” he chuckles.

You accidentally loosen yourself and drop a little into his groin. He lets out a slight groan at this and takes your hands, placing them on his shoulders for you. He moves his hands down to your waist and pushes you further onto his clothed erection. He groans even louder this time.

“Fuck..” he puts out.

IN THE 141 VAN

“That mother fucker.. I’m going to kill him” Soap says, staring at the glowing monitor of all the different angles Mr. M is touching you.

His hands move off of your hips and slides down to touch your ass.

Jaws lock in the car, gritting of teeth. The only rational one right now is Price.

“When can we get this fucker?” Ghost speaks out, though it wasn’t really a question, more of a statement.

“As soon as he turns off his radio, he will have no communication to anything outside of the room” Price responds, he doesn’t even look at the monitor, only listens.

You were told to ask his name, since not a lot of people know it, especially not girls he kidnapped off the street or bought from sex trafficking. It’d be suspicious not to ask him.

“What’s.. what’s your name?” you ask looking at him.

He hums.

“You can call me Mark for our session, if that’s okay with you, princess?” you haven’t felt this kind of touch in months, even if it is from some pervert.. it feels.. nice?

He plays with your ass before bringing his hands up to your hip, leaning in and leeching on your neck.

“Let me mark what’s mine..” he says, continuing to bite on your neck.

You can’t help but let out a little moan. Your hands grip onto his shoulders and you press yourself further onto him.

“Ah..such a needy little girl, are we? Hmm?” he chimes.

It feels too good to disagree.

Your response is pushing harder onto his twitching erection and rubbing your clit with his clothed tip. You let out a slight moan at the contact.

“I bet you’d feel so fucking good taking all of me..” he can’t help but say.

You are enjoying this, but know the real goal here is the radio. If you’re caught turning it off, then you know the mission is over, and possibly your life too.

Just then, a knock at his door.

He stops kissing onto your neck, and cranes his head towards the door, grabbing his radio.

“What the fuck is it? I’m busy” his radio hisses.

The static noise on the radio is starting to piss him off.

“Don’t fucking knock on my door or bother me for the next hour” he turns the radio to ‘of’.

You get so excited, but try not to show it.

He looks back at you, noticing something is off.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

You look at him.

“I’m just.. nervous.. it’s my first time” you think of on the spot.

His eyes light up. He looks down at your body even more satiable than before. He lifts your dress up, revealing your white panties with a beautiful lace around the hem.

You shift your weight.

Before you know it, he’s lifting you off his chair to take off your panties. He shoves them into his dress pants before admiring you. Your slick drooling all over his clothed erection..

“Fuck.. you’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”

You watch him move his hands from your thigh, to his left one grabbing your ass and the right one immediately rubbing circles on your clit.

You fall down onto him, you forgot how good it felt to be touched like this.

He groans and you can see his dick twitching through his pants. “You are so fucking wet..” his fingers trace your nerdy hole, spreading it with to fingers.

You moan, and muffle it by leaning into his shoulders and arching your back onto his fingers. You know damn well what you’re doing.

You can’t imagine what your teammates are thinking at the moment.. I mean.. they knew this is what you were getting into, right? Who told them they had to watch?

Before you can even think, he throws you onto the desk in front of him.

You’re shocked, but remember not to let your reflexes hinder this. You still are wearing the dress, which isn’t allowed. He rips it off of you and starts swirling his tongue onto your left nipple.

He presses his erection against your leaking pussy and palms himself. He moves over to the right nipple and you tug on his hair.

Now the thought of your team watching you get ravaged like this was sort of a turn on. You never thought you’d find yourself enjoying something like this so much. You look to your right and make eye contact with one of the cameras. Hoping that they were still watching, you let a smile out as you moaned from his touch.

His stops contact, clearly very out of breath and flustered himself. He looks down at your dripping pussy, now red nipples after his abuse, and the hickeys formed on your neck.

He pulls off his belt, then pulls his pants off. He slides off his briefs and springs out a huge cock. Maybe 2 inches thick and 7 inches tall. His tip pulsates and is leaking pre cum all over.

He uses one hand and grabs your waist.

God.. you were hoping those boys were taking their sweet time. You didn’t want this day to ever end.

With his other hand, he slides his tip along your slit, making sticky noises..

You can’t help but buck your hips up to him, and he obliges in your request. He slowly sinks his tip inside of you. You scream in pain and pleasure from his shear size, and you’re not even 2 inches deep. He is stretching you out so well..

“You like when I stretch you out like this? Your little pussy feels so..” he groans as he pushes himself deeper “…good. So good.. such a good girl, all to me..” he keeps praising. You can’t even think straight as he pushes himself deeper into you.

Without any warning, he slams himself fully into you.

You can feel yourself stretched out and plead “a-ah! Please..ah..fuck..”

He doesn’t respond to your pleas, instead ramming himself deeper into you with every second going by making you reach your end..

You begin whining “please..PlEasE.. I’m going to cum..please” but your begs fall on silent ears.

He continues and before you know it, you reach your climax. Your walls tightly squeezing across him, and you feel him empty his hot liquid into you.

As he pulls out, an audible *POP* is heard. His eyes widen, you both try and catch your breath. You watch the cum seep out of you, when you begin seeing blood.

“I must’ve stretched you a little too good, hmm agent?” It took you a minute to register what he has said, before you look up at him and see a sly smile on his face.

“W-what..?” You respond.. did he know? Your heart, already beating fast begins to beat faster and faster.

“Let’s get you cleaned up!” He looks over at the same camera you were smiling at just minutes ago. “I hope you boys enjoyed the show!”. He picks you up. Your legs weak and drops you into a warm bath. He wraps himself into a towel and drags a chair over by the tub.

“How did..” you begin to speak.

“It was quite obvious. None of my girls are as stunning as you, and..” he grabs your right arm.

“They are branded by numbers. You don’t have one” he states the obvious.

“What about.. the cameras?” You say, dumbfounded and a bit fearful for your life.

He looks at you, still smiling. “Oh I found those weeks ago. Figured something was coming, and knew it immediately when I saw you!”

You just stare up at him. How can this man be so..charming and terrifying at the same time. Like a fallen angel.

Before you can get another word in, he’s leaves out fresh clothes for you and gets himself dressed swiftly.

“They will be here any minute I presume?” he looks down at you.

“You aren’t going to kill me?” You ask. If you were in his shoes, you would’ve kill you..

“No, I don’t do that”

That’s a blatant lie.. you know this man has killed thousands with his business.

“Right..”

You hear the door bust open and hear Ghost screaming at him to come out.

You get up albeit a bit shakily. You innocently put the clothes on that he left and walk out too, not even bothering to put your hands up.

The men swarm him, clearly wishing he’d do something so they could kill this bastard.

“Are you alright?” Ghost asks.

“Never been better” you say, leaning against the wall.

It’ll definitely be a few days before you’ll be able to walk again. And those marks aren’t going away any time soon..

[gothicbeastgirl]

Taking advantage of the fact that my vacation started today 😎🌴, I wrote this for the monthly challenge. I know it's not perfect but I did my best.

I'll try to write another one (better, I hope) and improve my writing skills in english (I'm rusty) 🫠

He went to another book.

When the time had come, the boy left the room and walked scolted by three good fairies, and arrived to a big and imponent castle. At some point, he was left alone; he knew he had to follow a misterious voice to a place where he will fall asleep and couldn’t wake until the prince will kiss him. He didn’t know he would hear it clearly, but he followed it in the direction from he thought it was coming.

He just discovered that new way of reading and liked it because he wasn’t used to read since he was eight years old, more or less. But everything changed when he was found.

He met another handsome but disrespectful prince, all groper and flatterer with no consent.

The boy had discovered that even if he said something stupid the prince will hear whatever the story has prepared for him to say, so he hadn’t to sing. He would loved it, but he knew he was terrible at it, but he was a good dancer instead. When he left, because the main character had to come back house without knowing the name of the prince but being totally in love with him (he couldn't understand how was it possible in just a few moments), he knew what was to come: he was supposed to cry when the trurh was revealed, but he just went to his room and waited. He looked at the mirror, he was hoping to see himself: black hair, wintery blue eyes… But instead he was looking right at a beautiful girl with wavy golden hair and big brown* eyes.

Surprisingly, he was pushed with strenght to a very hard wall and he delayed to focus his eyes to the person who was pinning him to that cold stone wall. He had to lower his eyes and met two brown and big eyes, but they disn’t look friendly, they were piercing and scary. A boy like his age (approximately) was so close, like all those princes, but he was intimidating even if he looked young and cute not as bad as he wanted to look like.

“Who are you?” he asked, in a rough and low voice. He wasn’t able to reply, the other boy snapped his tongue, impatient, and realesed a bit his pinning. “Listen, I don’t know who you are, but I don’t care. You are not supposed to have that key” he said. “Leave it where you found it and don’t make questions, don’t tell anyone where did you find it or anything about this, understood?” the blonde left him, turned back and started walking far from him.

“N-no…” the black haired answered, shy.

“What did you say?” he stopped and turned again to face him.

“I need to get my wish, no matter what. I’m… I’m not going to give up” he replied, turning up his voice, fearless.

The other boy seemed furious at that answer, he tightened his teeth but didn’t say anything else until he turned again, showing him his back.

“Well, I’ll assure to make you regret that decision.” And he left, leaving the heroine key's bearer in silence and with his heart pounding really fast inside his chest, against the fake key that was pending from his neck.

If the blonde boy knew his life was at the edge and he needed that wish to escape from Ex Libris…

/----------------------------------------/

You know, it went a bit ooc, but I find difficult to make Buddy behave as Chase and vice versa.

*I was convinced Aurora had blue eyes in a concrete scene (and my sleeping beauty Barbie doll had blue eyes too) but I remember her with brown eyes. I choose brown eyes just bc it reminds me of Chase.

I changed their keys bc Buddy said something like you have to fit with your key or something like that… Settled was the word, so I asume he means they can’t avoid to fight bc of their roles.

It feels like you can't use the heroine key if you're going to be a bad guy, u know?

If someone wants to continue this story, feel free to do it!

[e-steamedtea]

I played the Arlecchino story quest- it's yappin time! Or time for a kinda long post.

I'll fix the spelling eventually

Spoilers ahead

More analysis! Except we're going through sequentially because that's how I remember it!

1. Lyney is the big brother to everyone in the house

The way he could talk everyone so easily was cute to see. He seems so unbothered by everyone's little quirks. Like- taking to those kids and dropping the most diabolical lore? Kinda scary I'm not gonna lie. Even if unintentionally, a lot of people look up to him. Although, there is the question of how much of his interactions are masking because he does have a silver tongue. Either way, he's definitely the ring leader.

2. Lyney is the cooking sibling

This one isn't actually all that important but I think it's cute. His big brother energy is strong.

3. Lyney hates having secrets kept from him

I think that this one is kinda ironic, but then again, it could be because he keeps secrets he knows how it feels. Also- that line about Freminet lying to him was disrespectful. My jaw hit the floor when he went "You're not like me- your lying skills still need some work." Even if it's true just damn. It's very clear though that the fact Fremi was hiding something hurt him. It seems that at moments like this his passion can be the downfall as we witness the world's most awkward argument. Which resulted in Fremi crying and I must wonder how often this happens.

4. He has the entire roster memorized.

I for one, am still not over this fact. When you ask about Clervie's name he's instantly like: Nope! Not in the roster. It's the same with Perrie. Perhaps this is just me, but that seems like a lot of people to just know of the top of your head.

5. Lynette is almost as good at stealth as Arlecchino.

When they do the first bump and Lynette scares the soul out of everyone involved made me realize something. Maybe it's a combination of her cat features and personality, but she's quiet. The way she made her entrance was so reminiscent of Arlecchino earlier and she was definitely trained in it by her. It's absolutely adorable how much she emulate her "Father."

6. Lyney's voice rises when he breaks composure.

This is possibly just because of the amazing acting of his English VA but I'd like to think it's true. So you can able this one more of a headcanon with evidence. It happens a few times, mostly towards the end but this it the first time it happens. He was so surprised by Lynette that he just completely loses his composure for a second and practically squeaks for a second. He then obviously fixes it but it's a nice moment. Later, he's just desperate but we'll get to that.

7. A lot of the stories we hear about Arlecchino are misconceptions.

This woman is so freaking scary. I just have to say it, I could feel the tension through the screen as we talked. Thank god for child because I was stressed. What we do learn from this besides the fact she's not one for conversation is that they're a lot of half truths about her. This woman would let you call her by the wrong name of it benefits her so everyone saying she's a backstabber and crazy is far from the full story. Childe got his information from the Rooster which uh- was phrased in a weird way. However, she saw no reason to really correct it, so she didn't. Scaramouche however, I'm starting to wonder if he's speaking from personal experience. He's clearly witnessed something and now I wanna know what.

8. Lyney's lying skills were definitely improved by Arlecchino.

Miss Girly is the queen of misinformation and it's clear Lyney learned from him. Like I'm talking to this woman and she's so manipulative I'm doubting myself- AND I WENT IN KNOWING THE STORY! The way she side steps and misdirects is so reminiscent of Lyney that I got deja vu. The main difference is Arlecchino is so much colder so she doesn't break easily. Lyney is an absolute softy and can break way easier.

9. Arlecchino is not fond of the other harbingers.

This is pretty clear in her voice lines and is also obvious because of her personality. However, this is something about watching her shit talk her coworkers in front of me that I'm just living for. Especially with the new plan Project Stuzha? Girly pop isn't having that shit. If she pulls up, I wanna witness this.

10. Lynette is Lyney's voice of reason.

I feel like I've said this before but it deserves to be said again because she's the second baddest bitch alive. Arlecchino is the first.

11. Lyney's angry eyes are unnerving to me.

Maybe this is just me but then is eyes narrow it makes me wanna back away. I don't know if it's because of the way he presents himself but it just gives a certain vibe. I find that vibe slightly terrifying.

12. The reason Lyney is the next king and his passion.

Now, this was a question I had ever since Lyney came out. Seeing him in the Archon Quest had me wondering why he was the next director. Then during the last part of this quest I realized something. It was like a moment of recognition. I think when he stood up to defend everyone. The way he was so determined was really touching. It's also something I already knew. In the Fortress when he charged at Wriothesley was a moment of desperation. Then here, he stands to duel the freaking Knave. He obviously knew the was no way he could win but he wasn't gonna give up with his family on the line. His passion and conviction for his family know no bounds, after all, it's how he got his vision in the first place. Every part of his character and lore just screams family man. The way he's so dedicated to the big brother role and protection those close fits perfectly for what the Knave hopes the House becomes. However, it's this same damn passion that has him disregarding his health and jumping in front of Lynette with no way to parry and his squishy ass body.

[stuffingprize]

Why ship Agon & Yoichi? It’s not just because they’re both devious geniuses who get each other somewhat—making them compatible enough that they don’t need explicit instruction from each other. It’s also that they have a long history filled with changing dynamics & drama. And because, by & large, Yoichi has a tremendous influence over Agon’s choices throughout the story. For a prideful & super talented villain like Agon, I think that’s highly meaningful!

~~Part 1~~

AGON KONGO’S EARLY DAYS - Aww man it sure is hard to be so talented

Agon is a boy with an ability that cannot be trained - his Godspeed reaction time. On top of that, he is quick to take up any physically & mentally arduous activity, has great looks, & is naturally strong as hell. And he achieves it all without much effort~ 

His early days were therefore filled with praise, admiration & envy from everyone around him, including with the one significant relationship during this moment: his twin brother, Unsui. 

Too smart for his own good, Unsui resigns himself quite early on, taking the loss as “an average athlete” and tries only to improve Agon’s prospects rather than his own.

Unsui: Then all my effort will have paid off.

Agon: Shut up. That's my plan anyway.

For Agon Kongo during this time, he probably felt there wasn’t anyone he could call an equal.. 

~

YOICHI HIRUMA’S EARLY DAYS - I’m going to that fun place now

Yoichi Hiruma as a child feels bored and understimulated. Bright but devious by nature, he one day decides to shake up his humdrum by sneaking into an American Army base at age 10, where he spends his days honing his skills in provocation and intimidation while playing poker with men much older than him. 

It is quite apparent that lying and coercion were natural skills to him.

This is also the place where he picks on the habit of carrying guns, speak in foul English, & learns all about American football. By the time Yoichi enters middle school, he’s gone through quite a transformation of looks:

Though at first, Yoichi does not consider himself suitable to playing the game himself, there is no denying he is immensely attracted to the strategic angle of it, spending hours drafting formations in his spare time.

For Yoichi Hiruma during this time, perhaps he only dreams of one day commanding a team with players of his own choosing..

~

AND THEN THEY MEET …wait, who, what, when, where, how??

So how did these two terrors meet? Unfortunately we’re not shown. It is unclear when or how they meet, but we know that it happens before Yoichi decides to play football in Middle School. 

Here’s a headcanon: The “book of threats” was likely an idea Yoichi developed long before, just never had a big enough reason to make one yet. Until he needed to. Until he found something he really wanted to pursue with a lot of obstacles in the way: American football (the man already had used cell phone collection boxes placed around..)

Thanks to a series of events in which Ryokan convinces him to play the game, Yoichi sets out to make his infamous book of threats. For that, he calls on an acquaintance for help! That acquaintance was none other than Agon.

↑This is seriously their earliest known on-screen interaction & we’re presented with this dynamic about them: Yoichi calls, Agon fetches. I know Yoichi isn’t one for pleasantries, but he doesn’t even introduce much context, he merely points to a place & Agon gets to work.

SO WHAT WE KNOW:

They meet somewhere during middle school.

They meet outside of school (no shared school)

Coincidentally Agon also goes through a transformation of looks.

Look, look.. I think it’s quite telling that out of ALL places Agon could’ve been during this very early interaction, he’s at a HAIR SALON. Like, he really really could’ve been doing anything else, or be literally anywhere else. But here we are:

The last one, he says… so they’ve already been at this!

Just IMAGINE! From the moment they meet, however or wherever that was, Agon & Yoichi clearly vibe well enough to exchange contact information & then… Agon forgoes his natural blond hair in exchange for dark dreads.

What could it be? He already wore sunglasses, is liked well & is superbly popular. But perhaps upon meeting this young man with pierced ears & bleached hair, Agon got the idea that he wanted a more intimidating look as well?

Why not? Afterall, he becomes Hiruma’s on-demand thug.

Yoichi influences Agon: +10 points! (Agon gets dreads)

And so, for the next two to three years, Yoichi & Agon apparently spend HOURS running around doing this stuff:

Agon beats people for money, Yoichi gets the blackmail. 

Ahhh yes bonding through filming naked dudes, errr.. Blackmailing, I mean. Hah? Totally normal

Yoichi influences Agon: +10 points! (Agon spends his days as Yoichi’s thug)

If their acquaintanceship formed before Ryokan meddled into Yoichi’s life, then Yoichi has a longer history with Agon than with his friends from Maou. Outside of family relationships, theirs is one of the longest-standing relationships in the series. And with long histories come moments of drama. With Ryokan Kurita in the picture, things begin to go sour.

~

I was never your friend but I thought you were mine.. a.k.a. AGON’S JEALOUSY OF RYOKAN KURITA

One of the strongest proof for me that a proud man like Agon is in fact very desperately thirsty for Yoichi’s attention is the evidence showing that he views Ryokan as an obstacle. Ryokan.. whom he would openly say is miles beneath him in terms of talent, looks, brains.. You get the picture.

It’s not “I’m glad I kicked you & your loser friends.” Was perhaps Agon expecting or hoping Yoichi would choose to drop Ryokan & still apply for Shinryuji himself? Afterall, there wasn’t anything stopping Yoichi from doing so except friendship.

These are instances where Agon isn’t insulting Yoichi. His beef is with the people Yoichi chooses to associate himself with, most prominently Ryokan & later Sena (more on Sena in part 2!!)

But why the antagonism toward Ryokan specifically? Wasn’t Gen (Musashi) also around? If Agon Kongo were a genius of interpersonal relationships, he might've figured it out. Because the truth is no one in this story changed Yoichi more than Ryokan.

Ryokan is the reason Yoichi starts playing football & why we get to the Deimon Devil Bats & the story of underdog Eyeshield 21. And while we have evidence that Unsui also plays football in middle school, that doesn’t mean Agon had any interest in it. An interaction from Riko’s interview gives us a hint:

Which suggests that when Agon found Yoichi suddenly immersed in the sport, it was something that must’ve surprised him. Meanwhile Yoichi’s comment suggests Agon followed the same “stunt” afterwards.

In fact, for Agon, the decision happened here:

Was it a mere coincidence that Agon was at this particular scene? Maybe he & Yoichi had plans to meet up later but Agon happened to arrive earlier by chance. Or maybe Agon was here on purpose..

Genius Agon who is feared, admired, & envied by all.... who is good at any sport, who has the looks & talent to potentially get anyone he wants, being put aside by someone he kinda somewhat valued..

I mean, given the time they spent together, it’s reasonable to assume Agon enjoyed hanging out with Yoichi. So this scene where Yoichi is having fun with people who have nothing to do with him, Ryokan in a Shinryuji Uniform especially, must've affected his sense of security on a subconscious level. We aren’t shown any other source of antagonism for his messing up with Yoichi's plans. The thing is, deep down, Yoichi is the closest he could consider an equal. Not like he knew it at the time.

Also, while the panel above paints Agon in a clearly antagonistic light, the original magazine run of that panel was actually juicier:

Really, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to interpret this as anger, envy, maybe even betrayal.

Yoichi influences Agon: +20 points! (Agon enters Shinryuji High School. Agon joins a football team)

And so, Agon sets out to destroy what he saw that day so badly that he really decides to attend an all-boys buddhist high school despite being a giant womanizer. And when Yoichi confronts him to try to remedy his dick move, Agon decides to cut him off as well, effectively ruining whatever sort of friendship they had.

Alas, their version of a breakup... I've also talked about Yoichi's choice of outfit in this post, heheh!

ALL TO PLAY A SPORT HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE!! Now that's some serious malevolent & jealous-driven commitment!

→Continue to Part 2→

Where I explore Agon's disinterest in Football when it doesn't involve Yoichi, his newfound beef with Sena, Deimon vs Shinryuji & beyond~

[nekoannie-chan]

Do not read

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 393 words.

Summary: Steve read something he shouldn’t.

Warnings: Forbidden book, magic.

A/N: This my entry to @witchywithwhiskey’s Horror Movie Hoe-A-Ton with horror movie quote:

“Do not read the latin.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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It was a dark and stormy night. A dense fog hung over the city, creating an eerie and mysterious atmosphere, which was perfect, you had always loved this kind of thing. You were on your way to the library to continue your research of ancient texts. Your interest was focused on an ancient and dusty book with strange symbols and Latin words on its cover, you were going to find out all its secrets.

What you didn't count on was that Steve had arrived earlier, curiously picked up the book you were researching and tried to read it aloud, overlooking the warning "Do not read the Latin", which was on the first page.

Just as you entered the place, a dark presence filled the room. The temperature suddenly dropped and a shiver ran down your spine. A worried expression appeared on your face, had someone conjured something forbidden? You sighed, you had some of your weapons with you.

“What have you done? “You asked as you saw Steve there, noticing his disturbance.

He tried to explain to you what had happened, but before he could finish, the room began to shake violently. Books and objects flew through the air.

Steve got into a fighting stance, ready to face whatever threat was coming. The problem was that even if you didn't know what they were going to face, you still couldn't decipher all the secrets in that book.

The room filled with shadows and ghostly figures began to appear around us, but they were clearly outnumbered and outpowered. It was then that you remembered the phrase Steve had ignored: "Do not read the Latin". That's when you realized that the words in that language were the key to stopping the threat.

In desperation, you ran for the book and began reciting the Latin words backwards, trying to reverse the spell. Steve began to repeat what you were saying even though he didn't know what it meant, but it seemed to be working because the ghostly figures began to disappear.

You and Steve looked at each other, exhausted. It seemed Steve had learned a great lesson and would not meddle in your investigations again, and he promised to be more careful with the knowledge of any book he didn't understand as it might contain warnings to avoid unleashing a greater and perhaps even uncontrollable evil.

[flyiingsly]

Water Fight

Square : Blaster

Pairing : Wrecker x gn!jedi!reader

Warnings : Reader being a bit knocked out, but not too badly, fighting for fun, water fight (obviously), fluff

Wordcount : 4,3k

Summary : You’re experimenting a new training method with Omega, but as soon as Wrecker got involved, things derailed pretty quickly, but in the best possible way.

A/N : My fifth submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! This one was so fun to write ! 😄 Wrecker always give me that gentle giant vibe when I see him, and I wanted to do something less serious but yet fluffy for him, so here it is Wrecker being a tease and a sweet cinnamon roll at the same time, enjoy ❤

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

Omega was really motivated when it came to learn how to use weapons. She had found a nice laser bow on one of the Batch latest missions for Cid, and she was doing her best to become a good archer. She was making impressive progresses, and was now able to use it properly, missing less and less of her targets, thanks to her patience and dedication. Her training still needed some improvements, of course, but she was doing great, and you, as well as the other members of the squad, never ceased to encourage and compliment her about it.

The bow quickly became her signature weapon. But now that she was used to it, she wanted more. She wanted to learn to use blasters and explosives. When he heard that, Wrecker couldn’t have been prouder of his little sister. So, obviously, he immediately volunteered to teach her the explosives part. And since Echo had teach her how to use the bow and that Tech was giving her flying lessons, you volunteered for the blasters part.

Needless to say that she was more than happy to be taught how to use a gun by a former jedi, and you knew damn well that someday she’ll ask about learning how to use a lightsaber.

But for now, explosives and blasters were enough !

Wrecker was happy too, he was very fond of his sister, and was very pleased to be able to pass his knowledge on that subject that was very important and enjoyable in his opinion.

You were a bit worried at first, because you remembered that, at the very beginning of their trainings, the clones, as well as the jedis, used to learn how to manage their weapons through simulations at first. They were young, so everything was done to make sure that they didn’t hurt themselves nor someone else until they properly understand how it worked.

But here and now, there was no simulations available for Omega to train on before using a real blaster, and it was frightening you to know that she could get hurt in the process. You didn’t want her to know how painful a paralyzing shot can be, let alone a laser one.

Of course, she was a responsible girl, she already had to practice her bow without any simulations, she already had to fight and use it to protect herself and the Batch, but still … She was just a child, and you were worried about her. You cared deeply for her, and it was hard enough to know that she was robbed of her childhood and had to live that life … And to be honest, you jedi mind wanted the best for her, the more efficient and practical way to make her training as useful and complete as possible. So you had to adapt and improvise.

“Water guns ?“ Wrecker exclaims with a confused expression when you open your backpack to show him what you had just buy.

“Yes, water guns !” You answer proudly.

“What are you gonna do with these exactly ?” He asks, looking at you with a look saying that he clearly haven’t connected the dots.

“Use them as blasters simulators to teach Omega how to shoot, since it’s only water, she won’t hurt herself while training. And she’ll be able to use them on a moving target, AKA me ! It will be safer for now, it’s the best solution I’ve find, I want her to learn it properly, and it won’t be possible if she can’t practice on a living target. And, to be honest, I know that she’s more careful now, but I’ll never forgive myself if she gets hurt under my watch …”

Your answer caused Wrecker to smile. The way you were caring for Omega was adorable, just like the way the two of you were interacting in general, and how you were so protective about her. In fact, everything about you was adorable, and it made him want to constantly wrap his arms around you. He was very demonstrative and physical when it came to show affection. He never hesitated to hug someone to express how much he was happy to see them, as long as was close enough to them. His brothers and Rex could confirm it.

But when it came to you, he found himself shyer than he thought he could be. You knew him for a long time now, for you had worked with the Batch before during the war, alongside the 501st and the 212th mostly. You became especially close to each other when you joined them after the fall of the Republic and their escape from Kamino.

But what you didn’t know was that he instantly fell for you the first time he met you. When you took off your helmet on your first shared mission to salute him, he got struck by your beauty. The poor man wasn’t even able to give you his name during the presentations, for he was so taken aback that he was stuttering like hell.

And since that moment, he never stopped thinking about you. When you and the Batch met again, all that he wanted to do was to hug you as he always did when he had missed someone. But he found himself unable to. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t show someone affection. He didn’t really understand why at first, for he was sincerely glad and relieved to see you again. So all he could do was looking at you while Echo, on the opposite, had run toward you without hesitation to embrace you.

After that, he got plenty of opportunities to do it, but he never found the courage. He was too impressed by you, you were fascinating him, and he was afraid to do something that you could take the wrong way. So he never took any of these chances, for the moment …

“That’s the best solution you could have gotten, indeed !” he admits, looking at you fondly, doing his best not to succumb to his need to have you closer to him.

You, on the other side, clearly noticed that he was acting a bit different around you. You knew he never hesitated to cuddle with people he loves, and he never missed a chance to, but he had never hug you once in all the time you had spent with the Batch. You came to think that despite what you though, maybe you weren’t as close to him as you wished you were. It was making you sad, and as the time passed by, you realized that it was so frustrating that you nearly became jealous about being denied what he was offering to everyone around but you.

In the end, you were both craving for that closeness, for each other physical contact and for the feeling of each other arms around the other’s body. But neither of you were aware of what the other was struggling with, and you were both pretty awkward about expressing your feelings, so it wasn’t helping at all, and the situation relentlessly stayed the same.

***

The water blaster thing was, indeed, a very good idea, and Omega was more than happy about it. Even with the most serious intentions, the two of you had a lot of fun firing water at each other instead of properly training sometimes. And it felt good to not always have to stay serious at all costs, for both of you.

But despite the silly moments, Omega was still learning fast. She was very talented, and way more dedicated to it than to Tech’s lessons about the different ships categories and specificities, most to his deception. Of course, she was struggling a bit at first, but she was doing great nonetheless.

You and Wrecker often came to see each other during your respective classes, and Omega was always proud to show her progress to the one visiting the other. She even ended up water blasting him a couple of times, most to his delight, for it was the perfect excuse to start some sibling shenanigans.

One evening, as you were posted on a rocky planet waiting for Cid instructions about where to go next, Wrecker stay with you after one of your lessons. Omega had come back to the ship to help Echo with something. He asked for you at first, but the young girl insisted to replace you.

“That’s fine, take some time for yourself, I can handle that ! Plus, I think that you’re gonna need to dry before being allowed back on board again !” She declares proudly, a mischievous smile on her face. The remark made Wrecker laughs : you were, indeed, completely soaked.

“Of course”, you answer, “Go on fast then, before I decide to take my revenge !”

The young girl headed toward the ship, giggling, leaving the two of you alone.

“Hehe, she’s doing great ! Soon you’re gonna need a wetsuit for those lessons !” He teases you with the same mocking smile.

He loved to tease you just as he loved to tease his brothers, he loved to see that little falsely exasperated face you gave him every time in return for his remarks. He knew that you were always having a quick and sarcastic response to throw at him.

But this time you decided to have a little fun and to give him a taste of what you had just gone through.

You raised your head slowly, looking at it him straight in the eyes, completely serious. You stared at him like that until his smile had faded and that he finally understood that something was coming for him.

“What ?” he asks with a bit of worry in his voice.

But before he could get the chance to process what was happening, you get up on your feet and fire a water jet right in his face, before running as fast as you can to go hide yourself behind a bunch of bushes nearby.

It took him a few seconds, but he finally reacted.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that !” He says loudly to make sure you could hear him. You did, and you could recognize the growing smile on his lips as he talked.

Grabbing the other water blaster, he headed toward the spot where he saw you disappear, not even trying to be furtive at all.

“You really want to try me ? You’re only going to end even more soaked, Echo is really never gonna let you on board after that !”

His teasing tone made you giggle. You waited a bit for him to be as near as possible from you, then you jumped out of the bush, screaming and blasting at him again.

He screamed back before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. You were absolutely thrilling, delighted by the silliness of the situation.

“Oh yeah ? Let’s see which one of us will not be allowed on board, I bet that I’ll had the time to dry until you’ll be able to blast me !”

You tried to run and hide again, but he was quicker than the first time. He aimed at you and you suddenly felt your back shivers violently at the contact of the cold water. You gasped loudly, your breath cut by the thermic shock. It was his time to laugh, but not for long.

You turned back and suddenly runed toward him, screaming and pushing frantically on the trigger of your water gun.

“Oh kriff !” he shouts, before riposting with hecticness.

You were now just some feet away from each other, emptying your water reserve at the face of the other, screaming and laughing at the same time. You were probably looking like two children bickering from afar, but you couldn’t care less at that moment, for you were having the time of your lives.

But soon, you came to the moment when your gun abruptly run out of water, and it appeared that Wrecker’s one was still loaded at almost half of his full capacity. You were screwed you thought.

You had to think fast. You were swifter and more flexible than him, for he was wearing his full set of armor and you were not. You let your blaster fall from your hand and throw yourself on the ground, sliding between his legs. You were now behind him, and he barely understood what had just happen until he felt the weight of your body landing on his back. It was the only efficient way for you to stay out of his reach.

“Hey ! That’s not fair !” he yells, still giggling.

“Not my problem !”

You tried to use the force to get his blaster slipping from his hand, but he saw it coming by the way his blaster started to feel heavier and less manageable between his fingers.

“That’s even more not fair !”

Youn usually weren’t using the force when fighting for fun with the batchers to keep things as fair as possible, but in Wrecker’s case, he had such an inhuman strength that it wasn’t that unfair, for he always was overpowering any of you. So you decided to give it a try.

And indeed, his strength was enough to keep his hold on his weapon. Without a warning, with his free hand, he grabbed you by the arm. His armor being wet and slippery, all he had to do was to stretch his arm a little vigorously for your legs to lose their grip around his waist. You were throwed away from him in a very inelegant fly, an even more inelegant noise escaping your mouth as you saw the ground getting nearer. You still managed to land on your feet, but the whole scene must had been very funny, because the man standing in front of you was laughing his ass off.

You couldn’t help but smile at his happiness. But then he aimed his blaster at you again and fired. You dodged several shots, switching to full battle mode.

With a surge of determination, you started to sprint in his direction, and with your eyes locked on his weapon, you leaped into the air with the help of the force, spinning into a precise barrel roll.  When right above his head, you outstretched your hand with carefulness and grasped the blaster from his. The entire action unfolded in just a few seconds, leaving Wrecker completely dumbstruck.

Right after, you were camped on your feet and blasting at the back of his head. At this point, the fight was all about who was going to get the gun and unload it on the other.

“Ho no, absolutely not !” You hear him grumbles while turning to face you.

He was about to charge you, withstanding your shots point-blank without even blinking. But in the euphory of the moment, it took you way too long to react and try to escape. Now you really were screwed.

The gap between the two of you was closed instantly when he jumped in your direction, crashing into you with all of his weight. You were sent flying on several meters before falling hard on the ground, knocked out, his arms pinning your back against the ground. Now he had won, for sure.

“Gotcha !” He brags, smiling smugly, looking at you with a proud expression, mocking your vain attempt to outrank him.

Oh, that smile, that damn smile … You were absolutely unable to answer anything to that, you were completely frozen, still shocked and stunned by the impact. He got up on his feet, still grinning at you, and offered you his hand to help you stand up. It took you few seconds before being able to react, get yourself together and take it. You did your best to stay balanced, but you were feeling dizzy and stumbled over your own feet, nearly falling back, stars blurring your vision.

You were waiting for the second impact when a strong hand caught your arm, preventing you from meeting the ground again. You nearly fainted and your mind momentarily blacked out. But when your vision got restored, Wrecker was facing you, both his hand holding your shoulders gently, an expression of real concern on his face.

“Are you ok ?”, he asks, a glimpse of fear in his voice, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you …”

His body was just inches from yours, and he was shaking. You felt sorry for him, and you tried to reassure him with a smile, looking at him right in the eyes. You knew he wasn’t really aware of his strength, he was doing his best, but he just happened to forget he was able to crush a droid with bare hand sometimes.

“It’s ok”, you whisper, “don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine, just a bit wobbly, but I’ll be fine, I promise !”

His expression softened a bit as he lets out a sigh, but you could feel that he was still concerned.

Without even minding it, your hands had settled down on his, your fingers softly brushing his ungloved skin in a comforting gesture. When you realized what you were doing, your eyes widen, and you removed your hands immediately.

“I, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” you mutter, feeling your cheeks starting to blush and lowering your head to avoid his gaze.

But he didn’t moved at all, he stayed perfectly still, just staring at you, his hands still on your shoulders. Anxiety started to take over you, what if you had done something wrong ? You both stayed like that for a moment that seemed like eternity, before you decided to raise your head to look at him again. There was a lot of hesitation in his eyes, but also something that looked like a great desire, a great longing to do something, shaded by doubt and hesitation.

“Wrecker ? Are … Are you okay ?”

Your words acted like an electroshock pulling him out of him thought. He blinked several times, then something seemed to click in his mind, a spark of courage crossed his eyes, and without a warning, his arms were wrapped around you, pulling you close against his armored chest. He was way taller than you, and you fell him bend over to bury his face in the crook of your neck, sighing heavily, as if he was finally able to release a huge weight that was ponding on his heart.

You were so surprised that you couldn’t move at first, trying to process what was happening. Was it real ? Or were you still lying on the floor, unconscious or hallucinating ? When you regained your composure, you gently wrapped your own arms around him in return. The embrace was tight but comfortable, his heart was racing fast in his chest, and so was yours. Your wet clothes were sticking to your skin, and the feeling of his breath against your neck made you shiver, even though his warmth was surrounding you.

“Finally”, you hear him whispers in your hair, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long …”

The confession made your heart skipped a beat, and the grip of your arms became tighter around him. You buried your face harder in his shoulder, smiling against the dripping metal.

“I’ve been waiting for that too.”

It felt like if you were in a dream, you had rarely felt that comfortable and safe in someone’s arms.

After a moment, he gently cupped your face in his big hands with all the carefulness he was capable of, a shy smile on his lips. Closing his eyes, he placed his forehead against yours, touching your nose with his. You closed your eyes too, focusing intensely on the feeling of his skin on yours.

“There’s something else I wanted to do …”, he whispers, “Can … Can I …”

His voice was trembling and his hands were shaking, you had never seen him that nervous before, it nearly seemed out of character for him. He was struggling so badly with his words, that you decided to help him, hoping that you had guessed what was on his mind right

“Yes. Yes, you can.” You breath out, a rush of adrenaline washing over you.

It didn’t take long before his trembling and hesitant lips met yours. The kiss was surprisingly gentle and you nearly melt at the contact. You feverishly answered it, unable to move, mesmerized by his softness.

When your lips parted, you couldn’t help but reach for another one, desperate to taste him again. Without minding it, your hand was wandering on his cheek, caressing it with the tip of your fingers. You felt him shiver under your touch, and what was at first a shy and chaste embrace became more intense and passionate. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to gently reach for yours, as his fingers found their way through your wet hair. His other hand let go of your face and reached for your hips, pulling your body even closer.

When you broke the kiss, searching for air, you were both panting, your hearts beating faster than ever. When you opened your eyes, he was looking at you with glowing eyes and the most enamored and devouring look you have ever felt on you.  

Your cheeks were blushing, your face was hot from the excitation, and you were still disheveled from the previous fight, you thought to yourself that you were probably looking like a mess right now.

“Mesh’la, you are so beautiful …”, you hear him whisper to you with a proud smile growing on his lips, just like if he had read your mind. You blushed even more and smile back at him.

“I wanted to tell you that for a moment … But I was too afraid to do it … I was too afraid that you would hate me if I had …”

His brows furrowed and his forehead got tensed as he spoke, reflecting his fear of rejection. You cupped his face with both your hands, gently brushing his skin to make his face relax.

“I could never have hated you for that you now … I was wondering about why you were so distant to me while you were so physically close to the others, and … it was making me a bit sad to be honest.” You chuckle, feeling silly admitting it out loud.

“I’m sorry … I just … didn’t wanted to frighten you with all of this, I didn’t wanted to be too much or too intrusive, and it was making me sad too …” his expression had turned from worried to remorseful, but after a moment, a spark of hope flickered in his eyes, and his face lightened up again.

“But, if you are ok with that, maybe we could start to make up for lost time ? What do you think ?”

“That’s exactly what I was planning to do !”

At your words, his smile returned even wider, and he reached for your lips to plant another gentle kiss on them.

You were interrupted by the ringing of your commlink suddenly breaking the comfortable quietness. You loosen your embrace around Wrecker’s chest to look at your wrist : it was Echo. You briefly exchanged a surprise look before answering.

“(y/n) ? Where are you ? Are you ok ? Is Wrecker with you ?” a nervous Echo instantly speaks.

“Hey ! I’m fine, don’t worry, and yes, I’m with Wrecker, and he’s fine too ! We’re not that far, we just decided to take a break after Omega’s training. Sorry, we just … Lost track of time I guess ! Is there something wrong ?”

You heard a sigh of relief on the other side of the device.

“No, everything is fine, Omega told us you were taking a break, it’s just that we were starting to worry, we thought you would be back sooner, that’s all.” He pauses, before going on in a more playful tone, “Plus, it’s nearly diner time, so we were a bit surprised to not see you food lovers around already !”

The remark made you laugh and realized how late it really was.

“Hey, you’re right ! Now that you say it, I’m kinda hungry, aren’t you ?” you ask Wrecker.

“Of course, I’m always hungry !”, his eyes were sparkling, he was always very enthusiastic when it came to food, it was a trait that you were both sharing.

“Great then, we’re waiting for you !”

“Don’t worry, we’re on your way !”

You hang out the call, smiling too, then turned to face him again.

“They know how to talk to us right ? I guess we’re gonna have to come back now.”

“Just a few more moments …” he whispers gently, pulling you in for another hug.

You savored every second of it, and when the embrace came to an end, he put a passionate kiss on your lips, before looking at you to admire your face.

His smile was soft and his eyes were still sparkling, not from the thought of the food waiting for him back on the ship this time, but because he was happy to have you by his side, and to have been able to show you his affection.

When you came back to the Marauder that evening, there was a few confused looks at Wrecker’s dripping blacks when he removed his armor, and a lot of teasing for both of you when you explained what you were at. You didn’t tell them everything, but once that you were all gathered in the cockpit that night after the dinner, when they saw him wrap his arm around your shoulder like if it was a usual gesture, they immediately understood that it wasn’t just about a water fight.

They didn’t say anything, not wanting to rush you into exposing your growing relationship, but they were all more than happy that their brother had finally found the courage to confess to you what was on his heart for so long.

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 6

In this part Devin becomes a regular for season 2 of ZBB: Apocalypse Rising. Back home the stay over continues, as does Rilian being a picky eater. Lastly Devin prepares to host a picnic.

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets when they do not use the whole word. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle

Luna: Shooting day, exciting

Devin: It always is! I’m go glad Norah hired me for another season, she’s such fun to work with. You’re not working today right?

Luna: Nope! I’ll be trying to focus on improving my research skill, I want this next promotion

Early riser Alfred is up early so Devin potty trains him while Luna eats. Afterwards Luna carries Alfred to his high chair for breakfast. Devin wakes up Rilian and tries again to coach him on the potty. He has an accident anyway.

Devin: Come on Rillian, breakfast time

Rilian: No mama, me no carry (I do not want to be carried)

Devi: Sorry caro but mama has to be on set by midday, we don’t have time for you to walk yourself

Rilian pouts and grumbles the entire way.

Devin: See, we have nice cereal

Rilian: *hums to self, ignores cereal*

Devin: Come on caro, at least try some before you turn it down

Rilian: food uck uck (yuck yuck)

Max: What’s going on in here

Devin: We’re refusing to eat our breakfast

Max: That’s it buddy, rebel against the system

Rilian: Onk Max si si *giggles* (Onkel Max silly)

Devin: Thanks for the support

Max: It’s what I’m here for

Eventually Rilian empties his bowl and sings Devin a song about food, getting none of the food words right.

Devin and Rilian walk to where Alfred is playing on the tablet by Luna who is debating the mirror again.

Devin: Now bambinos mama has to go but mama will be back, promise

Rilian: Mama play?

After a rousing play session Devin is almost out the door when Alfred requests a hug

Alfred: Bye bye mama, me love

Devin: Is that a sentence

Luna: As a professor of language I can assure you, it was not a sentence. At least, not yet

Devin: You two keep working on talking while I’m out. Te amo amore, back later

Rudolphus: Why are we doing this zombie show again

Devin: We need to pay rent

Rudolphus: Like you pay rent

Devin: I pay property taxes. Plus Norah asked

Emily: Oh gosh, they did not take good photos for continuity last time, who was even running this department

Devin: Can you find the costume

Emily: I think so, just be careful with it. If you’re becoming a regular I’ll redo it so it’s more interesting for the camera

Devin: Thank Emily, I’ll try not to dent it when I fall

Emily: That’s not funny

Devin: But there’s a scene where I fall

Emily: *sighs* Of course there is

Devin: Season 2! How’d you get the network to let me in after my character was killed off

Norah: Honey once you won that award they were happy to let me write you back in

Devin: I missed you Norah. Movie sets weren’t the same without you. So, any notes for how I should play the revival scene

Norah: *sighs*

Devin: Hey, you okay

Norah: This co-star they hired… the only simlish she knows is her lines

Devin: You’re kidding

Norah: I wish I was, thank the watcher we’ve got you

Devin: I’ll go talk to her, she’s got to know hello right?

Devin: Hello Tadelech, I’m Devin. It’s nice to meet you

Tadelech: It wasn’t the same once the bugs came

Devin: *blanks* Shall we run our lines then

Devin pulls out her script and Tadelech figures out what she means. Despite not knowing simlish to communicate Tadelech is delivering her lines wonderfully, she clearly loves acting.

Devin: It’s going to be fine. Tadelech knows her lines, that’s all she needs

Norah: I hope so, this show is just so important to me

Devin: Norah your work always speaks for itself, trust me, she can do this and you’ll have quality content

Norah remains dubious but starts filming. First up is Devin’s monologue. In it she recaps what happened on the first season and reveals that her character was merely assumed to be dead. In actuality she’s still alive, kicking and fighting the bugs!

Devin: Mina Mina Mina, you look a-mina-mazing

Mina: Rudolphus is an artist with the make up. Regular selfie?

Devin: Always

Norah: ACTION

Devin: Listen to me, this isn’t you! The bugs are inside you, changing you

Mina: The only thing that’s changed is I can see you for the coward you are

The two then pull off the choreographed fight sequence, trusting special effects to make it look realistic.

Norah: CUT

Devin breathes a sigh of relief and moves on to the next scene.

ACTION

Devin picks up the discarded looking guitar and begins to play. They’ll add the proper tune in when it’s edited but she still likes to play what should be played. Then it’s across the stage to where Tadelech waits expectantly. Together they run through the reunion scene, selling that their characters have known each other all along.

CUT

Final scene of the day leaves Devin’s character in a precarious position. Will she return for a third season? It depends on fan response.

When Devin gets home the twins are excited to see her and begin to babble incoherently.

Devin: Woah woah woah, let’s talk over dinner huh

Luna: Come on schnucki, up we go

Rilian: up mummy up

Devin: Today we’re going to try some delicious peas

Alfred: Why pez (peas)

Luna: To help you both grow big and strong

Alfred and Rilian babble to each other while the grown ups talk.

Devin: Poor thing didn’t know any simlish

Luna: None at all?

Devin: Technically she knew her lines

Joey: Did she understand what she was saying

Devin: I think so, I mean her acting seemed accurate

Luna: So you did all the scenes they needed you for

Devin: And I got gold because I’m fabulous

Potty time and neither twin has reached level 2 yet. I know it’s because I have skill difficulty higher than normal, but I do wish I could make the potty skill exempt. Then it’s story time to get the bambinos to sleep, followed by tucking in and kisses. While Luna does some more debate practice, Devin dives into trying to pick up Windenburgish.

Luna: Did you sleep well

Devin: I did, but I’m pretty excited for today

Luna: Say hi to Cassandra and Charlie for me

Devin: Will do

Luna heads to the garden to harvest where Miriam finds her, I swear Miriam always hangs around the garden. Luna then makes fruit salad for breakfast and chats to her brothers who will be leaving later on today.

Alfred: Mama what do (what are you doing)

Devin: Just updating my social media. You ready for potty practice

Alfred: Me do, me do, no we (I can do it, don't need to do it as a team)

Rilian: Mama help me

Devin: Since your brother apparently doesn’t need my superior guidance of course I can help you Rilian

They shuffle in to the bathroom and Devin coaches Rilian while Alfred tries by himself. Both methods seem to work as the bambinos reach level 2 potty!

Devin: Mummy was making breakfast, who wants a lift

Alfred: Me mama, me

Rilian: No no no

Devin: Okay then. Rilian can you keep up

Rilian: Yes. I bob (walk) mama

In the kitchen they all grab plates and begin to eat.

Luna has headed off to work and Devin begins preparation for todays event, friends kid friendly catch up. She’s making some BLT’s for the guests when the bambinos finish eating and head for the stereo to dance.

Devin: Rilian, caro, did you finish yours

Rilian: *pulls cheeky face* yes mama

Devin: Good job

Alfred: Rili not-

Rilian: Shh Alfe, shhh

Lastly Devin makes some lemonade in case anyone wants it. Rilian and Alfred are pretty happy with the yard, now full of toddler toys after Devin’s latest paycheck cleared. They hug in excitement. The guests arrive! Devin’s BFF’s Cassandra and Charlie. Cassandra brought Savannah and Mercedes (friendly reminder they’re around *checks* five and a half, while Devin’s bambinos are 3 and a quarter today). Charlie not having human children brought her furbaby Clover.

Alfred: Hi

Mercedes: Who are you

Alfred: Me is Alfred

Devin: Thanks for coming over

Cassandra: Of course, we haven’t had a hangout with just us three in ages

Charlie: Are we just going to ignore the kids

Cassandra: My girls can entertain themselves, mostly…

Devin: So long as I can keep eyeline with the pond, everyone should be fine to amuse themselves

Alfred continues to try babbling to a more literate Mercedes. Water loving Rilian meanwhile goes and has a splash about in the pond in his gumboots. In the yard Devin settles where she can keep an eye on him, and happily catches up with her best friends.

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[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 3 Remake

THE PRICE OF LIFE: Nikolai Zinoviev/Nicholai Ginovaef x fem!reader

Summary: Nicholai was too interesting to not care about. He was too interesting to be left behind - maybe she cares a bit too much.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

My Russian isn't the best, I only know a few words in that language so I used Google translator to help me. If something isn't correct and/or something is used in the wrong context, please tell me so I can learn and improve :)

Warnings: mentioned wounds, referenced manipulation (only vaguely, you have to decide what it really is), slightly unhealthy relationship tropes

•••

Nicholai was a very calculated man.

She was very well aware of that fact as soon as she first saw him and talked to him. He knew what to expect from her, when to expect it and how to use that knowledge in his favor. She knew that it was a very useful skill to have, especially in a situation like theirs.

That was until she figured out another thing about him.

Nicholai was also a man mostly driven by greed and power.

And greed mixed with the ability to deduce someone's next move and worth was a pretty dangerous skill.

He may have been greedy, but he was also too interesting to not care about. She liked to listen to him talk and then understand the meaning of those words, because even if money was clearly the main motivator, he was right. He was a great survivalist who understood the very basic rule of life: no one else's life matters, but your own.

He wasn't an ordinary man she'd meet around every corner and that led to her being too interested in him to leave him alone. Even if Jill didn't trust him, even if he made her leave her friend behind to save her own life - she knew he was right and she was glad she decided to stick with him.

If anyone can make it out of the city alive, it was Nicholai - and perhaps, if she isn't too annoying and boring - she can leave with him too.

It was because of these facts she had managed to know about him that she became scared, doubtful and a bit disappointed. There he was, the man she decided to trust, the man she decided to believe - and he was wounded.

He was wounded, defeated - destroyed because of his own ego. He thought he was clever, he thought he knew Jill Valentine, yet he underestimated her.

She shot him to save her own life - she learned that from Nicholai himself.

"There's a price tag for everything. Even letting the world burn."

Once again, he was right. Even if it wasn't a thing she'd do, it was something others are definitely doing right in that same moment somewhere else.

"Who are you working for?"

Carlos was on his way towards the helicopter and he tilted his head, trying to make a silent sign so she'll get moving and help him. She shook her head and looked at Jill - I can't: that's what her movements said, but I don't want to was what she really wanted to say.

Carlos nodded, seemingly understanding - or misunderstanding - what she meant to say. He thought she tried to look out for Jill, when in reality it was another person she tried to look out for.

"I'll tell you if you get me out of here." that first line was for Jill, she was sure of it, but then his eyes found hers as he continued: "I'll pay you whatever you want."

As Carlos climbed into the helicopter leaving no one to look directly at her, she tilted her head with a small smile.

You'll pay, huh?

She did her best to look inside herself and find her main motivator what followed her throughout the whole night. It was the want and need to survive. And she survived - she was here and Jill will for sure take her out of the city. They were friends and Jill won't rub anything into her face or scream at her saying: 'What did you do to save yourself?' No, she loves her too much for that.

But money? She doesn't want the money. She doesn't need it at all. She won't be able to spend it, knowing at which part of her life she had gotten it.

Respect on the other hand...

"You're a fool. You're a fool!" Jill turned away and walked up to the chopper, she followed her letting Nicholai shout all he wanted - it wasn't the right moment. For a second she couldn't decide who he shouted at, but then realized it was for Jill - it was the performance for Jill. Nicholai would never beg. "If I die you'll never find out the truth."

There it was - the effect he had on her and on her whole being from the first second they've met. She liked him. She respected him. She could love him.

She didn't want him to die. Sure, he'd deserve a punch or two, but not death.

As Jill helped her climb into the chopper she realized that Nicholai knows that. He knows she likes him and respects him and that a part of her wants him in ways she shouldn't. He knew from the first talk they've had that he won't die here - no, because she will be the right escape plan.

"I don't mind a little detective work."

Jill climbed in - she didn't. She sat down, letting her legs dangle. Jill disappeared behind her, deciding to talk to Carlos.

She kept her gaze on Nicholai, who kept pressure on the wound. Their eyes met.

She tried to make herself unreadable, something new and uncertain - she wanted to shock him, surprise him even if she knew nothing can really come as a shock to a man like Nicholai Ginovaef.

She kept her mouth in a straight line, pressured her muscles to keep herself from smiling. But her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Nicholai smiled and let out a laugh. She didn't laugh with him.

"Did you learn?" the question came as a shock.

Did she?

She learned the basics. She knew what her own life meant and what a good accomplice meant. She learned to survive...

... yet she's about to do something what could kill her.

The answer is no. She didn't learn. Her wants and pure needs were greater than the voice inside her head saying: Go with Jill and repair the friendship as long as it can be repaired.

She didn't want to go with Jill - or Carlos.

The propeller started to move and then the helicopter started to ascend.

Half a meter - for a moment she saw something new on Nicholai's face.

One meter - it looked like pure betrayal.

"Hey, Jill!" she shouted through the sound of the propeller.

"Yeah?"

One and a half meters - she has to make sure they'll go without her.

"Go on a vacation after this!"

"You'll come with me, right?"

Right? She left her when the Nemesis attacked them in the subway. She felt sorry she did that, but she didn't regret it one bit.

She smiled at her friend.

Two meters.

"Go somewhere calm and sunny."

Jill's smile faded. "What do you mean?"

"It was nice to meet you Carlos." she looked at their temporary pilot and then back at her friend. "Have a great life Jill."

"What--"

Two and a half meters. She jumped.

She jumped and she heard Jill scream after her. She jumped and saw as the chopper stopped in the air for a few seconds.

She heard Carlos' voice through the noise, probably explaining that they don't have much time left. They knew that - everyone knew that: Carlos, Jill, Nicholai, herself. She calculated it perfectly.

She landed perfectly with a small, quiet puff.

"You didn't learn at all, did you?"

She made sure the chopper moved away and only then did she start to walk towards Nicholai.

"Sure thing I did." she started, trying to not grin. "You said it yourself, there's a price tag for everything."

Nicholai chuckeled, he understood the reference.

"And I really hope you'll pay me well enough."

She stretched out her arm, letting him grab her hand so she can pull him up.

"What makes you think I will? I could kill you, we could both die here."

She looked up at him when his grip on her hand changed. His hand moved up until it had a firm hold on her wrist.

"We won't die here. I'm pretty sure you have the keys for that other chopper right there." she tilted her head towards it. "You're too calculating to just wait for your own death."

"Why did you jump? You could've escaped with your friends. You have no further use of me just like I have no further use of you."

She looked up at him as if this would be the first time she really looked at him, examining his features, his eyes, his grin. She looked at him and for the first time she really saw what he tried to hide. She saw that he fell into the same trap she did.

"I did it for the same reason you didn't kill me." she started, swallowing, getting herself ready to say the next words: "You like me. And I like you too."

His gaze was cold. It explored her whole being, all the small cuts she had on her face and shoulders.

And he smiled. He smiled like he knows something she doesn't.

"Ty vazhen dlya menya. Ya nenavizhu eto." she didn't understand a word he said even if her heart fluttered at the sudden Russian. "Malen'kiy vyzhivshiy." he grinned.

"So," she began as she swallowed down the softness and hope she felt when he spoke up in Russian - it was pretty attractive just like his accent. "let's get out of here, no?"

His grip tightened even more and for a second she was afraid there'll be an ugly purple mark left behind. Her heartbeat quickened. God he had such a hold on her, on her whole being, he could control her in ways no one else could.

"What'll happen if you're wrong?" he leaned in, she was able to feel his breath on her face and he kept the eyecontact no matter where she looked. "What'll happen then, zólotse? You'll get nothing out of it, no? No money, no man, no life. Nichego."

She didn't hide away. She didn't take a step back. Nicholai wouldn't like that.

No, he wants her to answer, to say something, to prove what she is: is she worthy of survival or is she too shy and meaningless? He wouldn't leave her. It'd hurt him a bit too much, but she'd get a place in his book, a term.

She put one of her hands on his shoulder, her fingertips getting lower, closer to the wound. He took a deep breath - it must've hurt like Hell.

"But I am right. So it doesn't matter, does it?" she watched as her fingertips became red. "And let's be honest if I'd die tonight your money wouldn't be able to buy me back. I'm too interesting to play with, no?"

He liked that. He liked that short challenge. He liked that she didn't back down.

Her hand traveled lower until it reached a pocket. She kept the eyecontact even as she reached in to grab the keys she had suspected were there.

"Let's get going so we won't have to figure out what happens if we both die." she said after she held the keys in her hand.

She took a step back, but he stopped her. Even if he was wounded, he was still strong - stronger than her at least. He pulled her close, much closer than before. He only stopped when they were so close their noses almost touched.

She felt her eyelids get heavy. Her stomach fluttered, her heartbeat quickened. Every instinct in her, every piece of her body told her to get comfortable and get ready. Everything inside her told her to lean closer and kiss him.

But she didn't. And Nicholai didn't move either.

He just smirked and then whispered: "Malen'kaya ved'ma." It sounded like he teased her.

"You really want to die tonight, don't you?" she whispered too. "We should hurry up."

"Fine." he let go of her and then continued to press his hand on his wound.

They walked toward the other chopper and just as they got in, he continued to talk: "Ty mne nravish'sya."

She didn't know what it meant, but it sounded honest and soft - and Nicholai was a pretty rough man. He smiled and so did she.

No one was left behind that night. No one died and no one got paid. Because she didn't want to leave him and he didn't want to let her go.

Nicholai was a man driven by greed. If he found something he liked, he kept it. And he didn't like to share.

[rigelmejo]

9/19/2024 some updates!

Glossika Japanese: I finished the A1 section, it was about 3000 sentences. The full glossika japanese course states it has 6400+ sentences and 5000+ words. So with how MANY words were in A1? I am predicting A2 will have 2500-3000 words and then there will be a small amount of sentences in B1 and B2. Also: the course's claims of A1 etc categorization do not actually match up to any A1-C1 clearly. I'd say everything in the "A1" module felt beginner, except for a few grammar points I didn't learn in japanese 1 in college. But it was beginner enough material that I don't think I could pass an N5 or N4 practice test with 90%.

What is good about the A1 module? It did at least cover a decent amount of new words. While there were a lot of repeated words and words conjugated multiple ways, I'd say at least 1500-2000 new words were covered. Maybe there were even 2500+ new words covered, but I'm going to guess closer to 1500-2000. I've done the beginning of Nukemarine's LLJ memrise courses before, years ago, and studied 2000 words in that. So a lot of glossika japanese A1 has been review for me. But I do think the sheer volume of sentences has been useful, with the various grammar and conjugations. While I don't think I learned very many new words... possibly only a few hundred... I DO think going through A1 has improved my listening skills in japanese. Now, that improvement could just be because (according to glossika app) I studied for 63 hours in the last few months. And yes, I recognize I should expect solid project in a language like japanese every few HUNDRED hours, not every few dozen, so I need to keep studying for longer to truly judge how much progress glossika materials can help me get to. But I will say even just the 63 hours? It's clearly helped. I can understand about half of the lines/phrase chunks in Death Note, I can understand enough of kids shows to just Watch them (so I suppose I could start immersing by watching shows).

I watched Criminologist Himura and Writer Alice yesterday for about 15 minutes and I could follow the main plot. Many details were fuzzy, and to be fair the show is Very Visual in showing what's described so that helps me follow Himura's lines of reasoning and reactions, and my brain felt FRIED trying to focus.

But its the first time I watched a jdrama and could just FOLLOW it (if roughly). When studying chinese, I could start doing that around 5-6 months of learning (when I'd studied 2000 words brute force in memrise and 800 hanzi in a book), i would feel exhausted and couldnt do it longer than 20 minutes at a time until I kept trying and eventually could handle a full episode of chinese shows. But I could Start building up stamina to watch/focus and try to comprehend at that time. So I'd guess my japanese is now around knowing 2000-3000 words overall (some from prior to glossika, many reviewed with glossika recently, som new words). Listening a LOT just tends to help me, personally, with improving comprehension and comprehension speed. I suppose I could start watching japanese shows now, but im going to be real, I am a chicken. Id rather learn more words first. I could probably rewatch a show I already saw in english, but a new show in japanese would probably make me need to focus so hard id get exhausted if i try for too long at a time.

Anyway, overall? Id say glossika is presenting new information SLOWER than I'd like (I do think Clozemaster is faster with new word introductions, but last time I used it maybe a year ago their Radio mode just didnt give you the same pick-what-to-study-new control that glossika does). But glossika is faster than pimsleur. And I do think I may be getting to a lot of genuinely NEW words for me soon, which will be the biggest test of if the material is actually useful for me more than another program that may only have 2000 words. So I'll keep going. I'll update again later.

I'd also like to try Listening Reading Method with Alice in Wonderland in japanese again, if i can get myself to focus. I think I know enough japanese now that a wall of (older childrens book) text is not going to immediately exhaust me. Or at least, exhaust me less than last time I tried.

My chinese is still in a weird holding zone. I have been listening to audiobooks still. Its like I lose all my instant recognition of words after a few days not listening to chinese, but then within a few hours the instant recognition comes back! But the first few hours of listening after those days of a break, i can't understand fully the audio i COULD nearly fully understand just before the few-days break in audio. So it's like my recognition goes UP each time I study then DROPS every time I take a few days break. I think it's probably normal, and the recognition that drops then goes back up is probably just words I know LESS fully or that are less common than the core-words I seem to recognize immediately even after long breaks. I imagine what will fix this is simply listening for a LOT of hours. I'm just lazy. I need to listen more.

[alyss-kelly]

My opinion about Another Code : Recollection Part 1

First of all, I'm an old fan of the serie, so of course I compared the Switch compilation and the DS and Wii version.

I don't want to discourage people who are curious and want to play the game. If you're even a lil bit interested in them, play them, on DS, Wii or Switch, pick your poison and make your own opinion on it. Don't take my word as the absolute thing or whatever. It's not because I'm mixed about it that people shouldn't play it. Because I still think that a game that was, to me, very niche, from a studio that went bankrupt AND from 2005, is incredible. For a game like that to get a fully voiced remake almost twenty year after the release of its first installment, with most of the old crew working on them is to be celebrated ! Even if I didn't like everything, they still did an amazing job and I'm glad to see the franchise alive again in 2024.

I have strong feelings and I feel the need to share them to see if someone "relates" or not.

I may talk about spoilers but I'll try to limit them, be vague and put a warning before and after if I state it clearly.

Soo, now that this "introduction is over ~

In this essay I will

I have a LOT to say about Another Code Recollection. Good and Bad. Sadly, I have more things to say about the bad than the good. I have mixed feeling about it. I was very VERY excited when Recollection was first announced, I cried even, because I care about "Another Code Two Memories" and "Another Code R" A LOT, it's my childhood, they're in my top fav games list, they were very meaningful to me and I was sad it ended with Cing and with no hope of seeing the conclusion of Matthew's story. Even tho I was happy, I was still a bit scared about how they would adapt some of the puzzle on the switch. And I think I was right to have this fear. They did some cool things and others that I disliked.

I'll say my "+" and "-" and develop them further bellow each point.

+ Positive :

The graphism They're very nice, the characters's models are nicely done, the scenery and everything else is definitely a BIG glow up (mostly compared to the DS graphics)

The Redesign I like some of them a LOT, big glow up for almost everyone. I particularly love Charlotte and Janet. Charlotte finally looks her age! I kinda miss the old Matthew but his new version is also good.

Puzzles use the Switch motions thingy Just a few of them tho. I think that's cool, because they sadly don't use it very much in other games. And it's nice to see them try to replicate the same feeling you had with the DS and Wii games.

Confirmation of theories and new bits of story It's nice to see that after all these years. /!\SPOILER/!\ I'm thinking about Frannie's relative. /!\END OF SPOILER/!\

Musics They nailed the music; it still has that nostalgic and lonely vibe for Two Memories and the carefree with a hint of sadness vibe in R.

Voice Acting A very nice addition and very well done. I know there's English Dub but I played it with the Japanese voices. And being able to choose between them is nice.

Possibility to switch language That's maybe a very "me" + point, but the fact that I could change the game in every language available is cool. Even more for the jp, cause now if I want to I could try and practice my reading skills because there's an option to have katakana and hiragana on top of kanji. I just think that's neat.

Hint mode I just tried it in the tutorial but I think it's a nice touch for when you don't know where to go or how to resolve a puzzle.

Relationship between Ashley and D The way they would mimic each other poses was all I ever wanted. I love them a lot and seeing them being a little bit closer than I remember them to be in the DS version was great !

Art The new sprites are very pretty and it's nice to see the improvement the artist made. The endcredits was very pretty !

Flowchart & Map I like to see flowchart in any type of game, it's helpfull and pretty. I like that it was updated along with the story. And I also enjoy the map and the little commentary Ashley was "writing" on it.

End of Part 1

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

[siena-sevenwits]

My February Reading Review

Lunatic by Dan Mazur - *** - Probably a 5 star rating in terms of the artistic quality and visual storytelling of the book (my appreciation for the sheer amount of thought and skill in technique was heightened by the little making-of appendix at the end,) but it hasn't stayed with me in any meaningful way, so I'm going rate the experience a three.

The Saga of Didrik of Bern translated by Ian Cumptsey - **** - My brother and I roared with laughter as we read aloud this fourteenth century Germanic-Scandinavian legendary cycle. How do I even begin to give a sense of what a strange set of stories this is? I'm decently steeped in medieval lays and tales of chivalry, but I had previous been exposed mostly to the French and English traditions. This - is something else. King Arthur's knights often fall, but when they do, there is a sense of tragedy to it, and noble deeds abound aplenty too. Didrik of Bern and his men are plain boors and their exploits are full of unintentional comedy. When Sir Eckia showed up briefly with the manners of a French tale of chivalry, the contrast could not have been clearer. I am going to treasure Weiland Smite, Wideke, Detsleff the Dane, and Hagen for years to come. At least now I know what all those illuminations with a knight breathing fire are about.

The Trial of Sherlock Holmes by Leah Moore - *** - Moore clearly has a love for the real Holmes and Conan Doyle, and she does an acceptable job evoking his atmosphere whilst taking it in her own direction. (I was about to say "invoking his spirit," but given Doyle's occultist tendencies, it felt too much like a pun.) However, the mystery itself was weak, but not in the way Doyle's mysteries are sometimes weak, and the ending didn't pay off with the resonance it had clearly tried to build up to.

Wayfarer by K. M. Weiland - **** - Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed this one! Superpowers in 1820 London, written with intelligence? Yes! While not a perfect book, it was so eminently my sort of book. I loved the cast, and I grew quite attached to Will. The theme of God being no respecter of persons was an interesting spine for such a story, and I liked the light touch with which it rant through the story. The progression of story beats was very satisfying. Atmosphere-wise, I feel like Weiland has watched the 2009 Little Dorrit, and she certainly loves her Dickens in general - so many little homages to him throughout. There were areas that could have been improved, but the book was just so tailor-made for me I don't mind.

The Garden of the Gods by Gerald Durrell - *** 1/2 - The final book in the Corfu trilogy. On the one hand, the eccentric characters and the lush naturalist passages are as wonderful as ever. However, I do note with dismay that there was decidedly more crude content to skip over than in some of Durrell's previous offerings (The first book was published in the fifties, and this one came out twenty years later - I suppose his publishers let him get away with more.) However, with the application of some blank stickers and a black marker, it's an enjoyable book. I'm a little sad to come to the end of the trilogy. Not that Durrell doesn't have at least five or six more memoirs I haven't read, but they won't have glorious Corfu and Spiro and the villas by the ocean. And I probably won't be seeing so much of Larry, Leslie, Margo, and Mother in the remaining books.

Still in progress: Made for Love by Fr. Mike Schmitz, The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle, The Day is Ready for You by Alison Malee, The Nicholas Nickleby Story by Leon Rubin, The Shyness and Social Anxiety Workbook by Martin M. Antony, The Father's Tale by Michael O'Brien, The Epistles of St. Paul

DNF: In Calabria by Peter S. Beagle. I am thoroughly miffed about this one, because I was really enjoying the reflective prose and the ideas about inspiration and even metanoia in Bianchi's relationships with Romano, Giovanna, and the unicorn. But then late in the book and rather out of right field we got some content I didn't find acceptable popping up, so I had to leave it unfinished. I was about 70% of the way through - not far enough to count on my yearly challenge. Grr.

I think a good deal of the coming month will be devoted to finishing my books in progress, but I'll probably add something new so I can have an audiobook on the go after I finish Valley of Fear. I feel like I should pick a classic with some depth (possibly a full-cast Shakespeare play? I should finish "Othello"), but I also want to do A Conspiracy of Kings.

[lucynote]

Day 0

It is my unemployed diary. In this project, I will write about the time in 2023 when I quit my job and started applying for a scholarship in Korea. Hopefully, when I, the future version, reread this diary remember the time I lived and tried to achieve my dream. At the same time, in 2024, I hope to be proud and say thank me in the present. 

In fact, I started my study abroad plan in September 2021, but for some reason (primarily by myself), I delayed it two times. And, this time, I must get it. 

To achieve my goal, I determined the most significant barrier to passing is language skills (both English and Korean). My English skills are bad, especially my Listening and speaking skills. I can listen clearly in part 1 and part 2 of the Listening IELTS exam, but it is too difficult in the last two parts. My speaking skill is worse. I can’t speak any, even part 1 in the Speaking IELTS exam. My reading skill is something I can practice on my own. Before, I hated reading tests because they were boring and made me sleep. Now, I have a belief that it is my scoring skill, and I will try my best to make reading skills become my strongest skill. The writing skill is the most difficult, but it is the most favorite of me. So, I will try to practice daily. 

In my Korean, I still learn but at a lower intensity. In my plan, I will use an English certificate, specifically IELTS, to apply for a university in Korea. Then, I continuously learn Korean in Korea. Therefore, on October 2023, I need TOPIK 3 or 4 certificate. 

From today, I promise I will become strict with myself and more focused on my goals.  

From today to June 19th, I will spend 

10 hours/day improving my English skills (3 hours for Reading, 3 hours for listening, 1.5 hours for speaking, and 1.5 hours for writing);

5 hours/day sleeping; 

4 hours/day for personal time (handling the individual work, going to the park with my Nô bé or exercise (estimate 1.2 – 2 hours each two days), meeting the dentist, eating, washing, and so on) 

3 hours/day earn money (I need to watch the series of KDP and set up my business);

2 hours/day learning Korean; 

In my whole life, I have yet to create and deploy a personal plan thoughtfully. So, at this time, I really want to complete the one like that.