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shushiyuii · 3 years ago

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Karlnapity noms? Angst at the beginning but fluff at the end? You can choose the sizes ^^

Ooop- been a good minute since i've posted, doing a lot better but headaches still playing up. It's taken me two days to write this but i hope its good- If you want a part 2 you're welcome to let me know uwu

Warnings: Soft vore, mentions of break ups

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Being a traveller of time meant a lot of different things had been seen, some good others bad. For example, seeing futures in which the worst possibilities happen so it’s Karl’s job to make sure these things don’t happen in present times.

The last time he had travelled was rather fuzzy. It was unclear, he couldn’t remember it clearly, but he remembered it consisted of his ex’s Sapnap and Quackity.

In the present timeline, he knew the three of them had separated. It wasn’t on bad terms; it was just the three of them hadn’t been talking. Quackity working on Las Nevadas, Sapnap working on Kinoko Kingdom and Karl with his whole time-travelling thing.

He knew he was mainly the balance of the three, he hadn’t meant for the three of them to separate but his memories played so much to a point he sometimes couldn’t even remember who they were sometimes.

He had been using whatever techniques possible to remember and they worked, he could remember everything once he reread his journal, so he kept a wristband on him that always said, “Read the journal”.

He sat under a tree, moping, wandering what to do. He honestly felt lost whenever there wasn’t any travelling or his ex-partners. He missed them dearly but how was he supposed to explain the fact he’d been time travelling? No way they’d believe him.

“Hey, Karl! Been a while!”. He turned his attention to the new voice, it was Quackity’s. “Oh, hey Quacks”. He was rather surprised to see Quackity here, it was rare that he visited. “What’s happening?”.

“Thought I’d pop by, y’know. It’s been a while”. He hummed, “Yeah. Okay. How have you been?”, asked Karl. “Been good, working on Las Nevadas and shit. How about you?”.

“Uhm, difficult to say.”, “Really?” His face turned to one of concern, despite them no longer being together it was clear that they loved each other. “Are you in deep shit or something? Can I help?”.

“I guess you could say that. But it’s nothing inheritably bad, I think”, “You think? Karl that doesn’t inheritably sound good”. “D-don’t worry about it”.

There was soon crunching of leaves and branches, and out came the head of Sapnap, “Oh Quackity! Karl! Hey”. “Sappy!”. Quackity said enthusiastically as he approached Sapnap, kissing him on the check. At least they obviously still cared for each other, unlike with him.

Karl looked away slightly, downwards. “You okay Karl?”, “Yeah just fine!” he put on a fake smile and stood up, approaching the two of them.

Big mistake.

Karl got a bad headache and collapsed to the floor on his knees, Sapnap and Quackity came over to Karl, worried but before they could ask a flash embraced them.

The next thing they open their eyes to was a giant, white castle with Karl walking up the stairway, staring in boredom as if he’d been there before, the other two stared up in awe.

The two looked at Karl as he casually walked up the stairway, “Karl, you okay?”, Karl sighed and looked down at the two of them.

“This is the In between, where I’ve been disappearing off to, where my memories go and stuff. Where I basically time travel”. Karl speaks with a bored tone, the other two take a minute to process it.

The fact that their ex-partner wasn’t really lying but in fact was actually travelling through different times and had suffered whilst doing it. Suffered alone. “Karl, god. How many times have you done something like this?”.

“Many, I’ve even seen times of us. Some I don’t even want to talk about”. Karl looked away in a sort of frustration.

It was clear to them that Karl had suffered from this that he had no control over, clear enough that they got dragged into it, now they had to fix it.

Quackity looked to Sapnap with concern, held his hand and followed Karl to the entrance much to their confusion. Soon enough he stopped at what seemed to be a bedroom, “What now?”.

“I usually just wait, it’ll happen eventually”, “What will happen?” asked Sapnap. “The travel, soon enough we’ll be teleported to which time they wish.”.

“They?”. “I don’t know, I just call them that”. “Karl?”, he hummed. “We’re sorry”.

“It’s fine Quackity, Sapnap”. He sighed.

After that some time passed, them all huddling together.

But it didn’t last long as they were finally transported, the place was covered in vines, ruined, overgrown. It was mystically beautiful yet there was something strangely off about it.

The strangeness was revealed when Sapnap stepped on a branch, it set off some sort of trap. Causing skeletons covered in leaves to attack, immediately whipping around and turning to his fiances, well, ex fiances.

He held them close with his arms as he shifted size, him turning gigantic. Each fiancé in a hand as he stopped at the incoming skeletons, but they kept coming. Quackity tried to yell for Sapnap to calm down in his panicked state, but it seemed like that wasn’t going to work.

Karl tried to think reasonably, or something that could help them in this situation, but his racing mind came to nothing. They were stuck.

Sapnap couldn’t fight with his hands occupied, he had to keep his fiances- ex-partners safe. He’s done it before with them, so he saw no fear in doing it again, so he swiftly stuffed them into his mouth and made his way to continue turning the skeletons into bone meal.

“Sapnap!” Quackity yelled out but was stopped by him getting attacked by Sapnap’s tongue which quickly squished and tasted him. He was definitely in a rush.

They knew what the plan was once Sapnap tilted his head back, not that he was complaining about it. Sapnap swallowed Quackity first, then followed Karl.

They both fell in one after the after, once they were in Karl was panicking and mumbling. “Karl, what's wrong?”, “Quackity, I don’t know how to help! Or stop this! And this is all my fault!”. He sobbed.

“It's my fault we all broke up!”, “Hey, hey, hey. It’s not your fault, me and Sappy don’t blame you for anything Karl. It’s just things change y’know? I still love you both.”.

Quackity brought Karl into his lap where they cuddled, which also got a response from Sapnap with a couple of rubs, they had their lover to protect them. And they were going to get through this entire thing together. Even if they’d be stuck in this place for a while, they’d work through it. Maybe even mend old wounds.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #giant!sapnap #sizeshifter!sapnap #tiny!karl #tiny!quackity #tw vore #shushi's writings

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mypoisonedvine · 5 years ago

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okay but imagine Steve is actually a super tender lover until you guys get into a HUGE fight and he calls you every fucking nasty name and gets real mean

GIRL what are you doing to me 😭😭😭😭 a lil dub con below and lots of degradation, watch out. i swear i didnt even mean to make it dark ooops

dating steve meant that you waited quite a while before doing anything sexual

you had worried at first that he was insecure about it or something, but then it finally happened and that was not at all an issue lmao

he was fucking amazing, so sensual and slow that it felt like hours of making love (honestly you had no idea how long it was, you were that out of it)

you came with his head between your thighs, and his fingers inside you, and by the time he was actually fucking you, you couldn’t even tell the difference anymore... it was just like one long orgasm that wouldn’t end as long as he kept touching you

who could blame you for getting addicted to that?!

you were nearly insatiable after that, trying to get him to fuck you every night but he was busy, and tired, and frankly getting sick of your begging

he would get irritated and you’d leave him alone because you certainly weren’t trying to pressure him or anything, but it kind of reached a breaking point when you’d both been super busy with work and hadn’t been able to do anything together for weeks

you had been drinking (always a bad start) to try to distract yourself but it just made it worse

so now you’re horny and drunk and ooooops you’re flirting with bucky

it’s not entirely your fault, he’s flirting back, and what are you supposed to do?? just.. NOT flirt??? impossible. it’s red wine. it’s a part of the deal.

steve basically has to drag you out of the party and into his room, practically tossing you onto the couch.

are you serious?

you just shrug cause you’re not sure why he’s so mad. he’s the one who ignored you.

he doesn’t care for that. he gets right up in your face and he is seething.

are you trying to make me angry? or is it just a natural talent of yours?

you start to deny it but he suddenly grabs and kisses you and you really did not see it coming but you’re not gonna stop him cause damn

this is what you wanted, right? my attention? you have it. tell me what you want.

‘i want you to make love to me,’ you say but he scoffs.

yeah, right. i know what you want. you want to get fucked.

he doesn’t talk like that often and it makes you shiver.

you want to get fucked like a whore. why else would you be acting like a whore when you know i can see you? when everyone can see you? fuck, you are so unashamed. go ahead, bend over for me. pull that skirt up.

he slaps your ass quickly and you squeal, loving it and unable to hide it.

he gets his cock out as he kneels behind you and you’re just wondering at what point in the night he got hard. was it when he watched you flirt with his friend? when he had gotten rough with you as he pulled you back here? or when you were arguing? a mystery to be solved another day.

he laughs when he pulls your panties aside. oh, baby, you’re soaked. you want me so bad.

it’s not that you want to be a brat, honestly. it’s just that he walked right into it with this whole jealous moment.

‘who said i was wet for you?’ you asked with a grin.

there was a very tense silence before he responded.

you fucking slut.

you’re about to laugh and say you were just kidding, that you’d just been extra sensitive because of him ignoring you, but you’re cut off by him pushing into you in one thrust.

normally he warmed you up with his fingers, or at least took it slow so you could adjust to his size, but not today.

you were drenched and that helped a lot, but it still stung and your toes curled as you gasped.

isn’t this what you wanted? he mocked. i thought you wanted my cock, sweetheart. you’ve been pestering me about it constantly. now you’re gonna act like you can’t handle it?

he pulls back and slams into you again, even deeper, even harder. you bite down on the couch cushion beneath your face.

none of that, baby. i wanna hear you scream for it.

you do, especially when he slips a hand under you to roughly rub at your clit.

‘slow down,’ you groan, but he just laughs

you couldn’t stop begging before, now it’s too much for you? dumb fucking slut.

you whine at the cruel name but you know he can tell that it turns you on. he smacks your ass again, and when he stops thrusting suddenly, you find yourself rocking back onto him.

oh fuck, you’re so desperate. kinda pathetic, actually.

you moan but you can’t stop. you really do need it.

go on, fuck yourself on my cock. you gonna come baby? you gonna make yourself come like this? little whore you are, fuck.

you’re so close already, and you decide to blame it on the wine and not the filthy things he’s calling you. you come with a gasp and start to slow your movements down but he slaps you again.

don’t you dare fucking stop. greedy bitch. think cause you’ve come that it’s over? what about me, huh? you don’t stop until i say you stop, slut.

you nod and keep going but it’s so much sensation as his cock stretches you and keeps rubbing all those sensitive places which are even more delicate now after your orgasm.

you’re gonna have to do better than that. i’m not even close yet. you know i can go all night.

you bounce harder against him, arching your back, and he groans. you smile a little knowing you’re finally getting to him, but you don’t know if you can keep this up long enough to get him to come-- your thighs are already pretty sore.

that’s it, fucking work for it. you want my come don’t you? you’re gonna have to earn it.

you start babbling about how you want his come so bad because it couldn’t hurt, right?

you’re my little cumslut right? my fucking cum dumpster?

your face gets so hot when you hear him say that. you’d been with him long enough that he was just your boyfriend steve and not captain america in your mind, but at that moment you felt very aware that both your boyfriend steve and captain america had just called you a ‘fucking cum dumpster.’ life is crazy sometimes.

answer me, he growls.

‘i’m your cumslut!’ you yelp. ‘oh my god, i’m your cum dumpster, please come inside me oh my god fuck yes please.’

inside you? no, im gonna come on that pretty little face.

you groan, way too excited about that idea.

fuck, the way you were meant to be, babe: covered in my cum. i think i’ll take a picture of you like that, so we both remember where you belong.

you bite your lip. it makes you nervous but it turns you on, too.

and if you act like a whore and flirt with bucky again, maybe i’ll have to remind him too.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers #dom!steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers imagines #headcanons

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sinsbymanka · 4 years ago

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Rubatosis from fun word prompt for any Anders-centric ship of your choosing?

Hello! For the @dadrunkwriting challenge. I wanted to do a little bit more for this but I’m trying to stay short. I may come back and add to it.

Rubatosis: The Unsettling Awareness of Your Own Heartbeat

Pairing: Anders & Merrill

Rated: M to be safe

CW: Blood Magic

Two weeks passed since they left Kirkwall, and Anders still hadn’t gotten used to Merrill’s neverending chatter.

Maybe it was because he, for the first time, found himself alone with the woman. There was no Hawke to redirect her inane questions to, no Varric to engage her in friendly banter. It was just two of them and Anders has never felt less talkative in his life. In fact, he could use some good, proper silence to plan. To think. To try and come to terms with his new life.

“What do you think that cloud looks like?” Merrill asked.

Anders looked up at the blue sky and the white, puffy clouds drifting lazily across it. He didn’t scream. Barely.

“Hawke’s drooling mabari,” he answered sarcastically. “And a big, juicy steak.”

“Really?” Merrill looked over her slim shoulder, eyes wide. “I thought it looked like a fennec myself.”

She turned that bright gaze back to the sky and squinted into the clouds. “I suppose I could see the steak, though.”

Anders barely repressed a hysterical laugh. How had he ended up trekking across the countryside with Merrill of all people?

Easy question. He blew up the Chantry, and everyone that was unlucky enough to be in it, before Hawke sent him packing just before Templar reinforcements showed up. Anders was a fugitive now, and he couldn’t afford to be picky when Merrill was sent alongside him to help him get as far from Kirkwall as he could. One companion was about as good as any other.

��I really don’t see the mabari at all. Are we looking at the same cloud?” Merrill asked.

Maybe the Templars would have been preferable.

Before he could summon the proper retort about Merrill and her ridiculous games, non stop talking, or any of the other things that had done nothing but annoy him since their escape from Kirkwall, he heard the clatter of hooves on the dirt road behind him.

Merrill froze and Anders followed her lead. They both looked over their shoulders at the sound of thundering hooves just in time to hear the accompanying shouts of men and women. Angry men and women.

“I knew that innkeeper was looking at us strangely,” Merrill murmured.

Anders barely heard her over the roar of blood in his ears. The fear always came back like this, sudden and intense, causing his stomach to turn and bile to rise up his throat. The sound brought back memories, metal armor and stone walls too high to climb, a lake separating him from the world outside…

“Run!” he yelled.

Merrill didn’t need to be told twice. They both sprinted from the road just as the figures of men and horses came into view. Anders heard the triumphant shout as they were spotted, felt the sucking drain of their powers around him, the popping of his ears.

“Duck!”

Merrill hit the ground just in time as the smite flew over their heads. She scrambled up in a moment, staff in hand. Her eyes flashed, deadly and sharp as the blade at her hip. She hollered something in Elvhen as Anders shoved himself up off the ground before it burst into a tangled forest of thorns.

Then her fingers closed around his arm and she pulled him onwards into the cover of the trees. He twisted around as a male scream pierced the air just in time to see a templar dragged to the dirt in his shiny armor.

That meant he wasn’t looking forward when Merrill dragged him right into a low-hanging branch. It whacked against his head with a worryingly hollow hunk that almost drove a laugh from his lips.

Irving always said his head was empty.

“Ooops!” Merrill chirped. “Sorry! Humans are just so tall.”

“I’ll be a lot shorter if you take my head off,” he huffed breathlessly as she dragged him onwards. Despite his height advantage, he very much felt like he needed to keep up with her as they raced into the forest.

Branches hit unprotected skin with the same sharp bite as a whip, snagged at his cloak and shirt. He barely had time to regret the mending he was going to have to do before Merrill bit off a sharp Elvhen oath and skidded to a stop.

The forest floor in front of them abruptly ended in the jagged edge of a cliff. Below them, nothing but a rocky ravine. Anders stood on the edge of the precipice, Merrill’s hand still latched on his arm, and the sound of clanking coming closer.

“There’s a way around.” She sounded so determined, so sure. “We need to-”

Her eyes blazed green as the ivy climbing up the ledges, reminded him of the brightness of the soft grass beneath his feet on the days they left Kirwall behind. The freedom of being out from behind the city walls, the blue sky above. Knowing he’d never be back in the circle again. There was some peace in that, even if the alternative was death for being an abomination.

In the grim tip of her pink lips, Anders could see the same grim reality on Merrill’s face. No matter what happened, she’d not be taken alive either. No use for a blood mage in a proper, respectable circle.

“No.” His tongue darted out to lick at his lips and he felt Justice’s power crackle beneath his skin. “I think we’re trapped like nugs in a sewer.”

“I do like nugs,” Merrill murmured, already sliding into a stance prepared to attack and defend. “And you do like sewers.”

“I do not!” he protested quickly.

It was the last thing he said before the templars burst into view and they had no choice but to fight for their lives. A blast of energy from him sent them skittering backwards like iron-clad beetles into Merrill’s vines, but they kept coming like roaches ready to feed on their corpses.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and burned in his eyes. Lightning sizzled, ozone around him crackled. Beside him he heard Merrill’s staff thunk against metal, heard the distant scream of another templar being toppled over the cliff behind them.

Then a blade appeared in the corner of his vision and he lashed out with his staff, catching it in the enchanted wood. He grunted, forcing the other man back with all his wiry strength.

He never saw the silence coming.

It hit him like a fist, dropped him like a punch in the stomach. His vision swam, his ears popped. Anders scrambled to reach for the last vestiges of his mana, but it was gone, gone. Justice, his magic, the noise of battle, everything was fading.

Above him a blade shimmered in the afternoon sun, piercing the clouds. Anders’ heartbeat thudded in his throat, his fingertips. He counted the remaining beats, wondered how long it would take to count the very last one.

Would he even feel the very last one?

A shrill scream. Then something sizzling. The smell of iron and the splash of something warm against his face.

Then screams. So many screams. His heart thudded uncomfortably and he looked around as men began to drop. They clawed at their eyes and began to utter prayers to Andraste, the Maker, anyone to save them. But their Maker went silent long ago and there’s nobody to save them from the blood bubbling over their lips.

A blood mage, after all, can’t be silenced. Maybe that’s the real reason the templars killed them on sight.

Merrill’s hand dug into his shoulder, pulling a fistful of feathers from his coat. “Anders! Anders get up!”

He staggered to his feet and reached blindly for Merrill’s hand. Their fingers twisted together and she pulled him upwards. He caught sight of blood dripping down her pale skin, the bright fury of her gaze.

And then they ran.

It took him far too long to realize there was too much blood. It slid down to where their fingers were entwined, dripped onto the ground. Merrill started to weave and stagger before she slumped against him.

Only then did he notice the horrific gash in her thigh, through the thin leggings she wore. He caught her in his arms and held her to his chest as her eyes fluttered closed over her pale cheeks, vallaslin stark on her cheekbones.

“Oh don’t you dare,” Anders rasped, slowly lowering her to the ground. “I swear on Andraste’s dirtiest knickers, if you make me go tell Hawke I got you killed…”

“It… it’s not so bad,” Merrill insisted, a bold statement considering the sheer amount of blood soaking her clothes. Anders tried to summon mana to his fingertips, only to come up heart wrenchingly short.

He had nothing. Nothing. And Merrill… Merrill needed healing. Merrill needed healing or else…

“Anders-” she whispered.

He tugged his cloak from his shoulders. “Where’s your knife?”

“Anders, it’s okay. Hardly hurts at all.”

“That’s cause you’re going into shock.” He pried her blade from her hand and sliced a long strip from his cloak. “You’re not stupid enough to cut into your own artery are you?”

“Templar,” she murmured quietly.

A templar blade to her unguarded leg, probably at the same time he got hit with the silence. And yet she used that blood to bring them all to their knees. Anders didn’t know whether he really disapproved.

Merrill’s eyes shut, her chest rose and fell shallowly. He quickly tied the makeshift tourniquet around her thigh, watching her face. “Merrill! Merrill, you gotta stay with me. Talk to me.”

They fluttered open one last time, fixed on the clouds above them. A small, soft smile graced her lips just before unconsciousness claimed her.

Anders thought he knew all the iterations of silence, the way it settled in your bones and drove you slowly insane. The way it haunted you, the way it comforted you. But he had never heard silence like this before. Silence so pristine he heard his own heart begin to fracture as his fingers flew to try and staunch the bleeding that continued with each faint beat of Merrill’s own.

If she survived, he would never complain about her talking ever again.

#manka writes #dadrunkwriting #anders #merrill #templars #blood magic

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bananasmiles2952 · 4 years ago

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I'm aboutta post about the miraculous fandom again, but I'll hide it because it's gonna be a rant and that shit gets long sometimes <3

So, new episodes, new problems. I really love the way the show shows these ineffective methods of problem resolution and avoidance, and effective methods as well. You see, I am just going insane, frothing at the mouth if you may, at this whole "Alya knows who Ladybug is but Chat Noir feels betrayed because he is her partner first and ooops now he gets less action in akuma fights and he thinks Ladybug doesn't really need him anymore but actually she's just a scared little girl and adults are terrible" thing. Oh geez I'm gonna have to itemize all my points, here we go:

1. Alya knowing Marinette's identity is a good thing. It's a really good thing. I have mentioned in a previous post that these teenage superheroes are in a really bad position of extreme parentification and being forced to grow up too fast. Ladybug has seen her partner literally die several times!! She has seen entire sections of her city, sections she knew had people, leveled and flooded and burning and crushed to the ground, no sign of the life that was once inside them. She has had to lie pretty much every second of every day for more than a year, with the old guardian saying she should lie more and her kwami suggesting she lie less (about things that aren't about her identity) and it gets so confusing that now everything is a secret for Ladybug, because no one can know what's the truth about what she says and what's a lie, because if they know, then they'll know who Ladybug is and the world as she knows it will end. Now, that last take was irrational, but for a child with the weight of the world on their shoulders and that weight getting heavier and heavier every day? That's what she thinks she has to think, because any complacency would cost lives.

Alya knowing means less she has to think about, less she has to plan completely alone, and more confidence that she can handle this insane responsibility. Alya knowing means she can go back to being Marinette just a little bit more, and know that she doesn't have to be Ladybug all the time. Every aspect of her life has been taken over by this bullshit and that is traumatizing and exhausting, and she just went from zero support system to having her best friend back.

2. Chat Noir doesn't have to know who she is, and he is alright with being upset about it, but the right thing to do in that situation is talk to the person who is upsetting you and letting them know how you feel. Now, Chat Noir is an abused child. He has never been allowed to tell his father that his behavior was upsetting him (think internalizing reasons like, "he works so hard, he's probably too busy, and if I say something, then he'll just be stressed and busy"). It makes sense that he would transfer this thinking over to Ladybug, another authority figure in his life, not over him, but someone he knows to have a lot of responsibility. In his mind, if he tells her he's upset, it will only cause her stress and make her job harder because she has more important problems. But the thing about being an adult?? Just because you're busy and you're stressed and you're dealing with the weight of the world doesn't mean you are allowed to upset the people around you, even unintentionally. A healthy family for Adrien would have allowed communication, for his father to listen to him, even though he's busy, and to let him know that he understands and it's alright for him to be upset about something like that. And if he was using this framework for handling conflict, he would know that even though Ladybug has big responsibilities, they can talk to each other about their issues and reach an understanding. BUT let's move past his childhood trauma, there's more to talk about in this point.

Chat Noir is allowed to be upset, but internalizing it is bad, very, very bad, especially because he's a superhero. Gotta practice that healthy mindset when you need all your focus to defeat butterfly man. If he bottles it up and hides it from the world, his pain will grow and morph into something dangerous as it turns from sadness to anger. We've seen him lash out at a chimney, which shows just how much pain he's been hiding, since he's never been a person to lash out, especially not with violence. That scene was meant to make it obvious he's getting close to a point of no return, that he is so upset at the world that his method of holding it in is cracking and his anger is breaking loose. And from the new episode, we can see that he's now losing control of his ability to hide it, and Ladybug keeps seeing and keeps asking if something is wrong. And this is supposed to be a relief for him!! He's supposed to see her reaching out to see what's wrong and know that she cares and that he should tell her, because she'll want to fix it with him!! But his dad is shitty, so instead of seeing how much she cares, he only sees a warning that his mask is slipping, and he hurries to right it before running off.

The adult thing to do is talk about your feelings and problems, but they're kids, and for him at least, abused kids at that.

3. (told you this would be long) Chat Noir and Ladybug knowing who they are is different from Alya and Nino knowing who they are, by a lot. Alya and Nino are supporting superheroes, which doesn't mean they aren't as important as Ladybug and Chat Noir, but you literally can't get things done if you don't have a Ladybug. If Alya and Nino knowing who they are compromises them, there is so much less to lose. Hawkmoth getting their miraculouses means he gets more powerful, yes, but it doesn't mean the fight is over. Ladybug and Chat Noir would still be in the game, and they could still fix it. If Ladybug and Chat Noir knowing who the other is compromises them, there are 4 things at risk:

1. The miraculouses and the balance of the friggin' universe

2. The holders for their miraculouses would have to be replaced if they avoided capture

3. Now that Marinette is guardian, her memory and the safety of the miraculous box would be at risk.

4. Marinette would have to replace Chat Noir, and I don't think she can ever do that

If Shadowmoth could use their identities against them, there is so much more to lose. And Alya and Nino don't have the same weight on their shoulders that Adrien and Marinette have. I get why Chat Noir is upset they know each other, but the rules are different because the risks are different. And the pain this causes them is yet another reason this is parentification and abuse!!! Fuck Fu, you don't do this to children!!!!

4. Chat Blanc is some serious fucking trauma my dudes. Like, oh my god, Marinette touched her catacyslmed body aND WATCHED AT IT DISINTIGRATED BEFORE HER VERY EYES. She saw miles and miles and miles of what was a vibrant city under a sea of water, not a single living person to be seen. The fucking moon had a hole in it. And she saw the one person she trusts the most, the one person who know just what they are going through because they're going through it together, vulnerable, angry, and ready to destroy the world. And he said it was their fault, but we know Ladybug only heard that it was her fault. That if she hadn't slipped up and let him know her identity by leaving her name on a present, she could have prevented the loss of life of millions, potentially billions, and she could have prevented whatever pain caused her kitty to lose control and end the world.

It makes sense that she doesn't want anyone to know. It was her slip-up, after all, that caused the chain of events leading to Chat Blanc, the lucky charm proved as much with that eraser. And if she doesn't say anything about it, she can lie to herself and say it didn't effect her, because none of what she saw ever actually happened. But we know Chat Blanc haunts her nightmares, we knew that even before we saw her nightmare in Sentibubbler, and if she doesn't say anything about it, if she doesn't talk to a fucking therapist, she will break apart everything she is desperately trying to hold together. It would be easier for her to know that she is hurting people if they would tell her, like with Chat Noir refusing to talk about his need to be needed, but she doesn't know. And I think she wants, more than anything, to make sure it doesn't happen ever again by defeating Shadowmoth as soon as possible. If he's gone, there will be no one to turn her kitty into a monster, and she will have saved him and herself. If he's gone, she can finally let down all the walls. You can see her desperation to end everything by her crazy ladybug towel getup mad scientist lab experiment, and her desperate ranting and hurried rush for ideas, and her sadness at how close she got to getting rid of him in Sentibubbler as she watched him get away. She wants her kitty to know, and she wants him to be safe, but he never can be with Shadowmoth around.

#feel free to interact #even if you disagree #i wanna see what people think about all this #tw language #tw childhood trauma #tw childhood neglect #tw parentification #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #alya #nino #i just really wish my little disaster children were okay :(#they deserve the world and to make mistakes in a safe environment where false steps wont be punished with emotional manipulation and death #long post #oh my god do i ever shut up

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moodyvalentinestories · 5 years ago

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Direction – Fourteen | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: Hunt and Danielle talk more!!! Is it a pleasant conversation? Eh, it’s Danielle and Hunt so... probably not tbh. Guess we’ll see.

Words: 1100+

Notes: Is this a good time to post the next chapter of my Professor Hunt fic? Ooops. No, I’m not a salty bitch lol

❥ Previous Chapter: Thirteen ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

It was dark still when they went out into the backyard – just after three in the morning, according to Danielle’s phone, which she had to use as a flashlight to find their way to the fire pit. The secluded little area was, of course, far too sophisticated to call any fire made there a campfire, with the pit’s sleek stone rim and the undoubtedly expensive set of outdoor lounge furniture surrounding it, but she’d have expected nothing less. Even with the comfort of a chest filled with dry firewood and a small box of wood shavings to serve as tinder, though, it took Hunt several tries to get the fire burning.

Briefly, Danielle had considered offering to make the fire instead, knowing it would have taken her half the time it had him, but he was quite adorable to look at, and the little triumphant grin on his face once he finally succeeded made the wait well worth it.

“I should have let that interior decorator install an indoor fireplace like he wanted to,” Hunt grumbled as he opened up a black wicker chest that served as a coffee table and took out several slate grey cushions, handing them to her. “But I didn’t know I’d have to burn potential blackmail material in the dead of night one day.”

Danielle chuckled and placed the cushions on the wicker sofa. “Let the record show that burning it was your idea, not mine. I could have taken the box back with me and destroyed all of it myself.”

“Mhm, and you’d have done just that?” Hunt raised a questioning eyebrow, making it known that he didn’t believe she would have for one second.

She scoffed. “Well, I did delete all those photos I showed you. And those I didn’t show you.”

“You did?” he asked, seeming genuinely surprised. “You’ve let me keep this even though you didn’t have any of the pictures anymore?”

Danielle shrugged. “I still have the ones Viktor has. They’re still in my wallet, and I’d say they’re pretty bad.”

“Yes, but—”

She interrupted him, unwilling to talk about the fact she’d trusted him blindly when, clearly, she shouldn’t have, and nodded to the fire. “More kindling, Hunt, if you don’t want it to go out again.”

With a sigh, he went to fetch some smaller pieces of wood and added them to the fire. He was silent for a moment, looking into the flames, before he turned back to Danielle. “I should have talked to you. Before… I should have talked to you.”

“You should have,” she said with a firm nod, then sat down on the wicker sofa. The cushions were surprisingly soft and comfortable, considering it was outdoor furniture. Then again, she really shouldn’t have been surprised by it. It was Hunt’s, after all, and she couldn’t imagine Hunt voluntarily subjecting himself to uncomfortable seating – whether it was in- or outdoors. “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. You can’t change what you did, and all we can do is be glad Ethan has as many contacts as he does.”

Hunt threw another piece of wood into the fire, then came over to sit down next to her though he made sure there was a good bit of space between them. “It does matter. I overreacted because I was hurt, and I could have ruined your life. Hell, I wanted to ruin your life, and I… I don’t know how to make up for that.”

“Then why, Hunt? I’ve fucked you over a million times, I know that, and you could have very well ruined my life back when I was in university. So what changed? Why do it now?” She shook her head. “If we must talk about it, just tell me why.”

He was quiet for a short while, then swallowed hard. “It was different this time, I suppose. We’d just talked… and I… you made a point when we spoke, that I hadn’t considered before.”

“What point?” she asked, trying to recall their conversation. It had been less than a day ago, but it seemed so far away. What had she said, then, that could have changed anything at all?

Hunt sighed. “We were talking about how you’re not my student anymore, and you asked me what you are to me.”

“I did,” she said. She remembered. His lack of response had been disappointing – though not unexpected. “You didn’t answer.”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t, but I did think about it. And the truth is, we’re not friends. And we don’t normally work together, and… you’re just a former student.”

“Just a former student,” she echoed, quietly. It shouldn’t have hurt, being the truth and all, but it did.

Hunt spoke again, then. “I realised that that isn’t what I want. You’re not supposed to be… someone I used to teach; a stranger. I want… I want…” He trailed off.

“What?” Danielle asked when it became clear that he wasn’t going to elaborate further. “What is it that you want, Hunt?” The sadness and hurt she’d felt just seconds ago faded into anger – why couldn’t he just tell her what he meant to say? – and she raised her voice. “It’s never going to be the same way it was back then, and it shouldn’t be. I’m no longer a student – or the student or whatever else you try to tell yourself to justify how you treated me – and you’re not, nor will you ever be again, my professor. So, tell me, what do you want?”

Thomas didn’t have an answer to that. He wasn’t sure he even knew just what he wanted, let alone knew how to tell her. What he did know, however, was that he didn’t want her to leave. And that had nothing to do with the box that sat just next to the fire pit and its contents that still needed to be disposed of. No, he wanted her to be there, with him, and perhaps that would be answer enough.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, and he could tell that Danielle was about to say something again – likely tell him that that wasn’t what she wanted to hear – but he held up a hand to silence her. “All I know is that I don’t want to not have you in my life. I don’t want to not speak to you. Perhaps…” He took a deep breath. It wasn’t quite what he wanted, but it might be close enough for now. Until he knew – and could ask for – what he truly wanted. “Perhaps we could be friends?”

Danielle regarded him for a long moment, then nodded. Thomas could tell it wasn’t what she’d wanted him to say, either, but she agreed nonetheless. “Yeah. Yeah, I think we could be friends.”

Tags: @trappedinfandoms @oneemofungirl @silversparrow02 @lilyoffandoms @alleksa16 @alj4890 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker

#professor hunt #thomas hunt #danielle

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socialoutsiderwritings · 5 years ago

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Always , Only. You 14.2

Talia had taken in Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Derek Hale x Reader

A/n: not proud of this chapter. but i’ve been so busy with work and honestly I have no life but I still feel like i’m super busy...ooops...but i wanted to get something up cuz the draft is just sitting there collecting dust. And right now I feel lowkey inspired?? so I had to get it up.

Penthouse

Deucalion watched you gasp for breath as you sat up on the sofa; waking up. He wasn’t startled by your reaction. He was watching you sleep and expected you not to wake up so gracefully.

You slide your hand down the back of your neck. It was burning hot at the touch and was hurting more often now. You traced the claw marks; getting concerned that they still haven’t healed yet.

“Hurts?” he asks, startling you.

He was sitting in the sofa across from you.

“A little.” You admit. You drop your hand from your neck, “how long have you been sitting there?”

“A while.” A beat. “Kali and Ennis are out. So are the twins.” He added.

You clicked your tongue and brought your feet down to the floor. “Great,” you said sarcastically, “it’s just me and you. Fun.”

“I’m not a bad guy, Y/N.” He tells you.

“No, you’re not.” You replied sarcastically.

“Just because you tell me you’ll let me kill Kali in order to get revenge for my mom doesn’t make a difference to me.” You rested your elbows on your thighs. “You may not have killed her, but you still murdered our entire pack. You took everything from me. And you’re here to do it again, with Derek.”

“I promised you I’d leave Derek and his little pack alone.”

“Who’s to say Kali will?” You ask him. “Or the twins? You’re already losing control of your pack by favoring me. Which by the way,” you point at him, “stop doing that. I don’t need your help or whatever. I only agreed because you’d leave them out of it.”

“I showed them everything they know. If it weren't for me, they would have never reached the level of power or skill they have now. They wouldn’t dare disobey me.”

He sounded confident; you on the other hand had some doubt. You nodded to yourself and stood up from the sofa.

You grabbed your jacket and keys from the counter and walked back. You stood behind the sofa and leaned down at ear level with Deucalion.

“Let’s hope you’re right. Because if they turn on you, they won’t hesitate to kill us both.”

Beacon Hills High School

You kept out of sight most of the time and only walked when the halls were filled with students going to their next class.

You shouldn’t have come here. You promised yourself you’d stay away. But you missed them, and you also wanted to make sure they were ok. That twins were really still under Deucalion’s thumb. You were going to leave as soon as you saw them. Before they could catch you.

It was lunchtime, so the halls were slightly more crowded, making it easier for you to hide. You were by the cafeteria, when you saw Aiden and Ethan exit with their trays of food. Right behind them Erica and Isaac followed after them, empty handed.

“Damn.”

**********

You found the betas in the boys’ locker room, cornering Aiden and Ethan in the showers. Surprisingly the twins weren’t fighting back.

“They have a deal. We have to leave you alone.” Silence. “Why don’t you just ask her yourself?”

You walked out from behind the lockers. They all turned when they heard you.

“What are you guys doing?” You placed your hands on your hip, addressing all of them.

“They cornered us.”

“We just wanted to talk.”

“Ok.” You walked over to the bench and sat down, one leg on each side of the bench. “I’m here. So let’s talk.”

“Wait, that’s it?” Aiden asks angrily. “They cornered us and beat us up. We couldn’t even touch them because of your deal.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

Ethan grabbed his brother by the elbow and lead him out.

“You’re not going to punish us, are you?”

“No, Isaac.” You stood up. “I am going to scold you, though. Derek told you what happened, right?”

“He said you joined them.” Erica answered. “Why?”

“Deucalion promised to leave all of you alone. It's somewhat complicated, but if you guys go looking for them, then what’s the point?”

“So it's true. You and Deucalion, you’re—.”

“Yeah.” You cut him off. “I can take care of myself, ok. And listen, I’ve been busy tracking the darach. He seems really worried about this thing, you all need to be careful.”

“Are you close to finding out who it is?” Isaac asked.

“Mr. Harris hasn’t shown up to school in a few days. Stiles thinks he could be a suspect." Erica adds.

“He’s actually dead.”

An awkward silence.

“Promise me you’ll leave the twins alone. As long as the deal is still in play, they’ll leave you all alone. Don’t provoke them.”

They hesitantly agreed.

“Get back to class. Don’t worry about me.”

“One more thing,” Boyd spoke up, “did he promise you he’d make you an alpha?”

“No.” You shook your head. “And I don’t want it.”

********

You turned the corner of the hall.

“I’m Jennifer. By the way.”

“Derek.”

You looked up. At the end of the hall, Derek was exiting one of the classrooms. He stood just a few feet away from the door.

You watched, waiting for the woman to reveal herself. She stepped out of the classroom. She was the teacher you rescued in the boiler room.

Derek continued to smile at her, and she blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

You inhaled shaky breath, your legs already taking you towards them. Derek could smell you coming and turned in your direction. His smile dropped. Jennifer followed his line of sight.

“Is—is she your girlfriend?” She asked him.

Derek cleared his throat, muttering a quick 'yes'. You were finally standing next to him.

“Jennifer, this Y/N.” He introduced you. “Y/N,” he put a hand on your back, the simple gesture calmed you down just a bit, “Jennifer.”

“Hello,” she smiled, hand out.

You looked down at her hand; you didn’t want to shake it. The back of your neck began to burn. “Nice to meet you.” You tell her, refusing to grab her hand.

“Uh,” she awkwardly pulled her hand away, “Derek was just checking up on me.”

“How sweet of you, Derek.” You forced a smile.

“And don’t worry,” Jeniffer calls for your attention again, “I won’t say anything. I promise.”

Derek looks to her, and when his eyes meets hers, he smiles. You turn to Jennifer. She was smiling at Derek as well.

The back of your neck was burning intensely. Your chest felt hollow. You rolled your eyes, and backed away to walk around Derek.

You angrily pushed open the school doors. You were furious. Well, jealous is more like it. You quickly descended down the stairs; you just wanted to leave before you did something you’d regret.

“Ouch!” You looked down at your hands. The inside of your palms were bleeding. You opened your fists, wincing when the claws exited the depths of your skin.

“Y/N.”

You turned around again. Derek was descending the stairs. “What happened?” He grabs your hands and looks at your palms, “are you ok?”

“Fine.” You pull your hands away from him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I would ask you the same question, but I know the answer.”

The corner of Derek’s lip tugged up in a discreet smile. “Are you jealous, baby?”

You turned away from him. Of course you were jealous. What the hell did he think?

“I’m just teasing.” He walks around so he’s standing in front of you again.

“Hmmph.” You turned away again.

“I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“I can take care of myself.” You turn to him. “You were the one with a pipe in your chest.” You put a hand on his chest, even though he was fully healed already. "You should be home. Staying out of trouble. Not out here flirting with english teachers."

“I saw her in passing,” he playfully rolls his eyes as he grabs your hand and holds it on his chest, “and just wanted to ask if she was ok.” He says.

No response.

“Come on,” he squeezes your hand softly, “I’ve been following you for a while now. I know you’re staying at the penthouse. I knew you would be here.”

“What?” You wanted to be angry. "You’ve been around the penthouse? Derek, we have a deal.”

“You and Deucalion have a deal. We,” he pointed between you both, “don’t. I want to make a deal with you. Anything you want for his head.”

“What?” you slide your hand out of his hold. “Derek, I’m not going to kill him.”

“Why not?”

You were caught by surprise, you hesitated, "Well, firstly they’re not the ones killing people. We’re after something more dangerous. Deucalion is the only one strong enough to handle it.”

He scrunched his brows. He grabbed your face, forcefully. “Let me see your eyes.”

You removed his hands from your face. “I’m still me.” You tell him. “I don’t want to change. I can’t be the one to kill him." You pause a moment, slowly coming to a moment of realization. "Is that why you've been really following me?”

Derek gave you a puzzling look.

“To convince me to kill Deucalion for you?”

Silence.

“Unbelievable.” You breathed. “I thought—I thought you—.”

“I miss you.”

You felt a pang in your chest. That's what you wanted to hear, yet somehow you didn’t believe him.

“Y/N,” he took a step towards you but you stepped away, “I am worried about you. I just want you to come back.”

You shook your head. “Just…” you retreated, “stay away from us, if you know what’s good for you.”

#derek hale x reader #derek hale x reader imagine #derek hale #derek hale x reader fan fic #derek hale x reader fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf drabble #derek hale teen wolf

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malicerewatchesdoctorwho · 5 years ago

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The Tomb of the Cybermen - Episode One

Written by - Kit Pedler and Gerry Davis Director - Morris Barry Producer - Peter Bryant

Episode One

("I keep my eyes open and my mouth shut." - The Doctor on observing the room and not saying anything about it to Eric Klieg while all the others ran around and missed things in their excitement. Yes.)

Likes

- Victoria just basically telling him he is old without saying it and him confirming that he is around 450 years old in earth terms. The Doctor isn't even clear on his age here, let alone anywhere else. I like how he defaulted to 900 just for simplicity sake in Modern Who It's hilarious to me.

- The Doctor getting pissed off when Jamie asks for a smooth take off. Just...the Doctor and his TARDIS and other people's opinions on his piloting skills is so fun.

- The one running the expedition just telling off Klieg and Kaftan for trying to run it when it isn't their show to run, they are just funding it. Yes. You tell off the obvious bad guys for being obvious bad guys.

- The Doctor saying without any doubts at all that he isn't strong enough to open the door and then Jamie making up excuses for the reason why he can't open it ether. Boy, you are about as strong as the Doctor in opening the door, don't make excuses.

- Jamie just automatically grabbing the Doctor's hand and the two just letting go fast when they realise what they had done.

- Jamie and the Doctor coaxing Victoria inside and telling her not to worry about the length of her new dress by getting her to see Jamie's kilt is shorter than it is. Which is true. And Jamie gets it and goes along with it to ease her mind.

- Toberman's deep voice. Every single part of him feels strong. Too bad he is chucked into servant territory.

- The Doctor is being sassy. Love sassy Doctor.

- Victoria, yes, be strong girl, be strong. You don't need a hand to hold just because you are a woman to explore a room with another woman and a big guy as a guard. You'll do fine.

- Victoria climbing all over everything in her exploration of the room she ended up in. Yes. That's the spirit needed for being a companion.

- The Doctor showing off his mad Math skills.

- Victoria sounding like she had begun running out of air. She started breathing heavily and coughing a bit when she got out, and I very much doubt it was all out of panic. That was a very nice added touch there.

Dislikes

- It seems a lot like the black guy Toberman is a slave, even though he's called a servant. I don't like that much at all...

- Wait is that Hopper, or whatever his name is supposed to be American? I'm not American and it seems like a put on accent to me. Jim too for that matter.

- Was it necessary for us to watch the entire group of people climb that hill of dirt? Just..why? Feels like padding.

- The Doctor when told he looked like an Archaeologist. He's just going along with it too, because yes.

- Umm, man in the dark shirt whose name I have forgotten, that is a lever, not a button.

- The Professor just hitting the door that sealed Victoria into the thing to revitalise the Cybermen. Just...what are you doing that for?

Awesome

- We get to see a bit more of the inside of Two's TARDIS and the wall that houses the fault locator beforehand on One's. Seems it has changed a bit since then. Nice. Each Doctor seems to add or take away the things they don't like.

- Explosions! Actual blowing up of stuff. Nice.

- I really like the set to the entrance of the tomb. From the huge as doors leading into it, to the hatch that leads down. It looks like the show might have had a bit of a bump up in production. Did they have more money to spend?

- Yes, music changing to Cybermen theme with Jamie and guy in the dark shirt whose name I have forgotten are in. Nice.

- Cybermats! Cute cybernetic bugs. Yes, I think they're cute, shut up.

Shitty

- It seems like the table was put in just for the actors to have something to sit at. Why would Cybermen need a table for? Is the floor not a good enough place to sit in a place that wouldn't need a table? What about the stairs up to the hatch?

In Conclusion

This one was exciting, but for a few moments. It had all the team TARDIS exploring separately and enjoying themselves until they're not. Victoria is getting right into the spirit of things which is really nice to see. Jamie accidentally got a man killed by his exploring, but in his defence, neither of them knew what that last button would do. Guy in the dark shirt whose name I forgot also told him to press it. So, hey, his death was completely an accident.

A slightly new but shiny look to the TARDIS is also seen in that lovely beginning scene with Victoria being shown around. She didn't seem too upset about her dead father, but we get her talking about him in a later episode.

All up, I really enjoyed this and look forward to more!

Body count - 2. The guy who tried to open the door for 50 pounds. Yeah, that worked out well for him. And the guy at the end who was accidentally killed by Jamie pushing a button he wasn't meant to push. Ooops.

#Classic Doctor Who #doctor who #the tomb of the cybermen #episode one #epic rewatch #Second Doctor #Jamie McCrimmon #Victoria Waterfield #cybermen

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witcher-ot3 · 4 years ago

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List of Iorveth/Roche WiPs

Because somethings I like to torment myself by showing how many fucking things I’m working on. Doesn’t help that lately, I’ve started a new WiP every time I get stuck in another fic. So, in no particular order (literally just how the tabs are ordered in my window lmao), here are all my Iorveth/Roche WiPs

2 fics in the Petals and Stripes ‘verse - one with Roche’s POV straight after and one of the Stripes’ POV as they deal with the aftermath... and try to help their boss woo Iorveth. Surprising no one, they’re terrible at it.

Curse breaking WiP where True Love’s Kiss strong emotion for one’s enemy saves Iorveth’s life. And then he, Roche, and Triss team up to go save the Scoia’tael.

Roche’s POV WiP set before they first meet. Includes some nice knife and blood kink during a face off between Iorveth and Roche. No idea where this one is going.

Eye On You Chapter 3, for which the plan is thigh-fucking. That’s it, that’s all I got.

Fake dating casefic (The Curious Case of the Murivel Resort for Couples). rn they’re playing strip gwent and I somehow signed up to write 5 different gwent games for this 😢

Competitive makeouts (The Chase) rn they’re spiderman kissing, but there’s gonna be a conspiracy plot that Iorveth has to reveal.

New ‘verse involving Iorveth/Roche/Kayran and Roche/Foltest lmao. First WiP is Roche running into Iorveth during his monthly fuckdate with the Kayran... and then joining in. Second WiP is a comparison of Roche’s two relationships and how they make him feel. For some reason, I framed it around the Chivalric Virtues from Blood & Wine and made it a 5+1 lol

Pining and Poignards, a WiP in which there is pining and stabbing lol. A poignard is a type of knife, which Iorveth generously “gifts” to Roche. rn Iorveth is sneaking around the army base and has just caught Roche masturbating. I...only sort of know where I’m going with this one.

Tittyfucking. That’s it, that’s the plot lmao. Iorveth is a lil obsessed with Roche’s chest and attempts to fuck it.

Gross Gremlin Man aka Iorveth prefers Roche nasty and sweaty. Uh... I just started this one and somehow it went from “huh, why do I not mind Roche when he’s all sweaty” to “hmm, I think I’m gonna steal his clothes and smell them while I touch myself” and I’m still working on the transition from one to the other lol

Red is the Rose Chapters 3+4 - Ch3 is about ready for posting, but I’m trying to figure out how much of the events of W2 to cover or if I should just skip all of them and get to the post-W2 plot.

Fun fact: all of those WiPs above are in 1 document because I like to make life difficult for Google Docs. But the other docs are all specific ‘verses (or themes) and these ones are theoretically standalone. Theoretically.

More standalones

Letters - a post-W3 WiP where Roche is running Temeria and hates it and starts receiving letters from Iorveth (sealed with a forget me not in wax).

WiP where they both get captured and imprisoned in a magic cell and whoops, sex ends up happening... and then their teams come rescue them.

Cuddles with the Commander - continuation of Pride of Temeria, where Roche wakes up cuddled up with Pillow Tits and his team.

Fire Breathing - a Meet the Family WiP where Iorveth is hanging with the Stripes and PT decides to demonstrate how to breathe fire. Iorveth is more than slightly freaked out that humans have this ability.

Iorveth gangbang - uh yeah, what it says on the tin. The Blue Stripes take Iorveth apart under Roche’s guidance.

Different first meeting identity porn WiP - they meet in Flotsam just as the Scoia’tael is starting to get formed. Neither knows who the other is, but they have amazing sex and every time they’re in Flotsam together, they meet up again. But Iorveth, of course, leads the Scoia’tael, and Roche has been tasked with hunting them down.

Crones WiP - Roche went to the Crones to plead for his men back. He gets them back - but as ghosts. He also gets assigned to help work on a cure to the Catriona plague, and it turns out one of the people already working on it is Iorveth. I literally just want Blue Stripes ghosts laughing at Roche’s bad flirting, but somehow it’s mostly angst rn ooops

Love Shack WiPs

First Time WiP - this one is so close to being done dammit. It’s actually the first WiP I ever started for this pairing and it just needs like 2 more orgasms aaaaahhhhhh

Medicine WiP - morning after their first time, they have a discussion about scars and medicine and how elven medicine is way better than human medicine. Not at all based on the billions of medical procedures I’m going through or anything.

PWP Ovi WiP - uh yeah, this one is just pure porn. rn Iorveth is giving Roche his eggs and Roche is loving it.

The Picture Says It All - next is gonna be a sketch of Roche hard at work hunched over a desk and Iorveth is all “no, this is wrong, he’s meant to be wielding a sword and fighting me”

The Haunting of Barrack 8B - Adda!! Adda is officially getting introduced in the next part, which is good, ‘cause she’s important in this ‘verse (and in my heart)

Roche builds Iorveth a home WiP - oh yeah, I stalled out because I realized I had to establish Roche and Rinn’s friendship before she could give him a hint about making a nest for Iorveth

Long Live the King - WiP about Roche’s relationship with Foltest, some of what he’s done for the King, how Iorveth feels about it, and then the big finale for this ‘verse, which I will leave secret for now.

Don’t Cry For Me, Temeria WiPs These are only the ones that have actual WiPs started, because believe me, I have a LOT more ideas

(Im)Perfect Strangers ch 27 - time for Roche to step up his wooing. Featuring dinner, dancing, and gift giving. And, of course, it wouldn’t be me without misunderstandings lol.

Between Two Fools Ch 8 - I’m working on getting this out as soon as I can. Just gotta finish writing their sex from the end of (Im)Perfect Strangers ch 26

Unlucky Number Thirteen - I want to write about how he starts spying for Roche and their developing kinda mentorship relationship

Silas’s story - he’s literally JUST joined the Stripes and I need to write how he and Thirteen work closely together but also this poor anxious boy is like 3 seconds from a heart attack at all times rn. It will get better tho.

Earning Your Stripes ch 2 - the first time. This chap will actually have porn! But first I gotta finish writing it lol. Rn Ves and Finch are double teaming Fenn and PT and Thirteen are in subspace cuddling with Roche, but soon they’ll get to join in too.

break (v /brāk/): to destroy someone's resistance - cnc WiP where Iorveth asks Roche to break him - and Roche has a lot of fun doing so as they pretend to fight like they’re still enemies.

Bath House - this was SUPPOSED to be a porny lil thing where Roche talks dirty to Iorveth while they’re stuck being proper for the kids, and then finally they get some alone time. But what it also turned into is that Anais and Thirteen equally hate baths lmao. Boussy loves them tho. He’s a hedonist, while Anais is just bored and Thirteen is like a cat with water.

Tutti Ch 2 - Iorveth begins to compose a symphony for Roche about their love story.

Daggers, Dumplings, and Dresses - the Elihal/Hattori side story. Not gotten much written so far - mostly just Elihal reflecting on his friendship with Iorveth.

The First Rule of Fight Club ch 2 - Ves now has time to think about what Ciaran said about Roche not being worthy of her loyalty. And also about how Ciaran’s skin tasted when she bit him.

Dragonfucking - another PWP WiP featuring a threesome with Saskia... except Roche still doesn’t know about the whole dragon thing, so he’s in for a surprise.

Water Balloon Fight - silly lil WiP where the Scoia’tael and the Blue Stripes have a water balloon fight. PT is the ref.

Baby Mama - lmao yes that is what it’s listed as in my doc. Not gonna say a lot about this, but will probably be a longer piece. Set in the distant future in DCfM,T.

Tempt Not a Desperate Man ‘verse Yeah, does anyone know what this is? It’s the ‘verse that started with Devour What’s Truly Yours and so far has nothing else published oops

Part 2 - in which they actually have to face each other again and figure out where they stand. And then there’s some fisting.

The Chaperon - Iorveth decides to make Roche a chaperon since the last one was sacrificed as a cum rag

Human Bootlicker - Iorveth makes a joke about Roche surrendering on his knees when he gets the upper hand in a fight between the Blue Stripes and the Scoia’tael - and then Roche actually does.

Elven Baths - so it’s kinda a thing in this ‘verse that they end up meeting and fucking in the elven baths in the Flotsam forest. As in, the legend about “if you’re in love, you can still hear the lovers’ sighs in the garden” came to being because Roche is fucking loud lmao. Also, roses of remembrance. 😉

Sort of series fics, but technically stand alone. AKA apparently I decided I wanted to do Themes.

Theme 1: Possessiveness aka all the kinky sex kinda embarrassed to admit to these which is dumb because fuck shame

Piss fic - uh, kinda what it sounds like? Roche decides to be an asshole and refuses to move out of the way when Iorveth tries to get to the bathroom - and somehow this turns into Iorveth pissing on his crotch.

Come inflation + piss fic - Roche gets a potion that makes him come a lot. Iorveth likes it and wants more.

Possessiveness - Iorveth has feelings about his nemesis and Roche does not know how to feel about this.

Tentacles + Breeding - a tentacle/vine plant instinctively tries to lay its eggs in Roche. Iorveth is not okay with this plant going for his enemy... until it turns out Roche is very much here for it. And also for Iorveth fertilizing the eggs after they’ve been laid.

Dream - Roche dreams about Iorveth being an elven king and himself being essentially Iorveth’s plaything, to use and to show off

Theme 2: King Roche aka hey, wouldn’t it be funny if he ended up in charge? He would hate it so much

Murder husbands - Iorveth breaks into the palace and finds the very unhappy “King” Roche, then they go run away and kill war criminals together. But of course Roche could never abandon Temeria, so he’s still in charge by day. But by night, it’s murder time.

Okay, technically this has like a line written for it, BUT bodyguard AU where Roche knows he’s gonna get assassinated without protection once he becomes king, and only Iorveth is allowed to kill him. So only makes since for Iorveth to become his bodyguard.

Arranged Marriage AU - inspired by softestpunk’s The Gift, I literally just want cracky fun where they are forced to get married and they hate it but also fall in love. That’s it, that’s the story.

Holy fuck, I have a lot of WiPs. But I think that’s all the Iorveth/Roche ones. Which is not to say I don’t have more, but rn, I am hyperfixated on these idiots, so these are the ones I am actively writing.

#rorveth #iorveth x roche #the witcher #the witcher 2 #long post #My fic

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xaori · 5 years ago

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Five questions for writers

I was tagged by the amazing @defaultjane I couldn’t provide a cool mug, but I can provide this lol

1. Do you have a favorite character to write? Who and why? Yes. Claire Redfield. I think I feel somehow related to her because we are both big messes. We try and fail, try again (fail again), over and over. She saved a girl one night but left her with… ugh… Leon Kennedy (we know how that ended if Capcom doesn’t ruin their own canon). She went to Europe to find her brother and ended up on an island and needed to be rescued herself (FAIL!). She and her coworkers were abducted to another island and most of them died and she tried to kill the big baddie but the big baddie committed suicide in front of her eyes (OOOPS!). Yeah, my life isn’t that tragic, but that’s basically me. A bunch of good intentions and bad choices with worse outcome -shrugs-

2. Do you have a favorite trope to write? Or one you want to write?

No, but one thing I accidentally slide into my works repeatedly is Claire drowning her sorrows in alcohol and having sex with her best friend/her brother’s coworker/her brother’s coworker again. It happens too often, but it just works lol

3. Share your favorite description you’ve written?

Desc… wha?

I’ll just pick a random part from Family Portrait because it’s what my screen currently shows, lol

Her throat was sore from screaming his name when she finally found her brother standing on top of the cliff next to the mansion, glaring down into the abyss that had swallowed both his archenemy and the love of his life. He wasn't moving, bravely resisting the cold European breeze that whistled over the treetops and made them swing softly in the light of the setting sun. If you blinked too quickly, for a moment, you could have believed that he was going to jump after them as well, but Claire knew that he wouldn't just give up on life and leave her alone in the world. Not after all he had done to keep her safe.

4. Share your favorite dialogue you’ve written?

I have so many, but as I’m currently working on Family Portrait, I’ll pick this one between Jill and Claire. Short summary: 1997, Claire, with some bad romantic feelings for her brother, has been seeing Wesker secretly because […] and one night she comes home late and finds Jill in her kitchen (she has been living with the Redfields because her apartment block burnt down).

When she turned into the kitchen, something shattered to the ground.

"Claire, oh. I'm sorry." It was Jill who was standing there in the darkness of the night, with tousled hair and an oversized pajama shirt — Chris' shirt, as Claire didn't fail to notice. The woman pressed her palm onto her chest as she panted at the redhead. "I didn't hear you come down the..." She stopped speaking and looked at Claire. "Stairs." She frowned. "Did you go out?"

The initial anger over Jill wearing Chris' pajamas was soon blown away, leaving her stuttering all kinds of nonsense, busy thinking of a good excuse she could tell Valentine. Kelly, maybe. Yes, she could have been studying with Kelly until —her eyes darted to the kitchen clock— 1 am.

"Were you with a boy?" Jill smirked smugly at her before she bent down to remove the shards of the glass she'd dropped. When she got up, she seemed to reconsider and frowned a bit. "Or a girl?"

Claire sucked in a breath and shook her head eagerly.

"I..." She sighed. "A boy." What a weird word for a creepy S.T.A.R.S. Captain in his late thirties. Claire licked her lips and narrowed her eyes at Jill, asking for complicity. "Don't tell Chris, please."

The older woman chuckled.

"I won't. You're old enough." She quirked an eyebrow and pouted a bit. "But I assume you're using protection, aren't you?"

Claire coughed up a little. That conversation was not only getting displeasing, it was ridiculous as well. She was a grown-up; there was no need to give her the sex talk. Just to finish off the subject as soon as possible, she nodded, eye-rolling, and put on a smile.

"Yes, we are."

Jill kept smiling at her and shrugged.

"Sorry," she muttered as she looked down. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I don't have any family and I always wanted to have a sister to talk to."

Claire blinked at the brunette and felt a little sorry for her. Chris had told her that Jill's father, the only family she had, was in jail. She had never known what it meant to be a sibling and she was, strictly considering it, alone in the world. Claire forced a smile and shook her head.

"It's okay," she said and leaned onto the counter. "Just, please, promise that Chris won't find out. He wouldn't approve."

Jill stretched her little finger out.

"I pinky swear."

Claire giggled slyly and hooked her finger into Jill's, sealing their deal.

"Thank you."

5. A scene you haven’t written, but want to?

I change the question: A scene you regret not having written? Because I have a lot of upcoming scenes I still want to write but admitting that here would mean spoilers lol However, I missed adding a huge Claire-Piers smut scene to A Third Chance thinking that I would get the chance to do another one later, but I recently changed the whole plot and planning and now there’s no room for more smut and it makes me really sad T_T

I can already hear her say I hate it, thanks, but I tag @irithyll-writes anyway <3

#tag meme #claire redfield #incestfield #claire redfield fanfiction

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sabine-leo · 6 years ago

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A smile to remember-Chapter36

Author: @sabine-leo

Chapter: 36 /?

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance, Smut, Angst, Comfort

Note: Hello lovely people!! I wanted to give a big hug to you all. THANK YOU for reading my stuff :*

The deed was done. Tom and you had signed the papers and the house would be one big wonderful dream. This night Tom took you out to dinner and the both of you celebrated together. The smile on his face was just the cutest sight. Tom leaned in and gave you a soft and very sweet kiss that tasted like the dessert he had had with a mix of pure Tom. “Let’s go home?” He whispered near your lips and you laughed softly as he lifted his hand to get the bill without waiting for an answer.

Tom helped you into your jacket and took your hand in his as he led the way out of the restaurant. Only to stop shortly before the glass door as flashes hit him left right and centre. You stumbled into his back, not thinking that he would stop short. “Ooops sorry..” you mumbled. Tom turned slightly to look at you. “My bad, didn´t think we would be greeted with THAT…” Shortly before a press tour the paparazzi would get worse, awaiting his departure. Someone must have tipped him off, telling the press where he was tonight. He tightened his grip on your hand a little. “Ready?” He asked with an excusing look on his face and kissed your forehead lovingly. “Don´t let go…” you said and squeezed his hand. Toms gaze softened. “Never!” He pulled open the door with a last deep breath and looked down. “Careful with the steps love!” He said as the blinding flashes made black dots appear in his vision. Questions were thrown at him or his name was shouted to get his attention. Toms grip on your hand tightened even more as a reporter just stepped into his way and blocked him, Tom instantly shielded you behind his back.

“Something to celebrate tonight?” he asked and shoved the microphone into Toms face. “Or are you just saying goodbye to her before you leave on press tour…alone?” The implication wasn´t outspoken but it was clear by the phrasing of the words what he actually meant. Tom clenched his jaw and stepped to the right. The reporter changed tactics and now bullied you. “How does it feel seeing him leave to meet women all over the world? Doing interviews with beautiful women who wouldn´t mind keeping him company for a night?” You gulped but kept your head down and followed Tom who tried to clear a path to his car. He was clearly tense and by the look on his face just short of bursting. He was a patient man who was generous with giving his time to reporters or fans but this sod of a person just tried to aggravate him to the point where he would snap. He could handle being mistreated to an extend but he could not handle seeing you harassed with questions that were obviously hurt- and spiteful.

Your hand began to hurt a little by how tight Tom was holding on to you. He keyed his car open and wrenched he passenger door almost against the chins of the still following reporter and his crew. Tom got you close to his body and blocked the way for you to get into it. He closed the door and wanted so badly to look deadly into that reporters’ eyes but decided with a somewhat clear head to keep it down and just get into the car. His jaw was still clenched when his Jaguar roaringly came to live as he stepped on the gas to get away as fast as possible. He did not say a word on the drive back to the house and you just needed to breathe through the turmoil of emotions that just had crushed you a little. Until now you had had only somewhat friendly encounters with fans and the few reporters you had met but this had been something else. You knew Tom was not THAT kind of a man, he would not go around and cheat like a maniac who could not keep it in his pants, but nonetheless the questions had hurt.

Inside the garage he mumbled a quick “Sorry” and got out of the car. You watched him walk into the house with his phone in hand probably calling Luke. A sigh left your lungs as you got out yourself and headed straight into the bathroom. You felt like you needed a shower after all those eyes and prying questions had been on you. The hot water felt good as it hit your tense shoulders. You took your time behind the closed bathroom door to get your emotions in check again. When you walked out, wrapped in a towel Tom sat still fully dressed on his bed and looked up. His eyes were weary and his jaw still cramped together. You walked closer and reached out to stroke through his hair. Tom took in a sharp breath and grabbed your hips to get you closer. His head came to rest against your belly while his arms hugged you tight. Softly you started rubbing his shoulders and kept him close.

He was clearly struggling and frankly so were you but you knew you would not be able to keep it together when he was gone if you let that dickhead get to you with his imputations. “Tom…” You softly spoke up. Tom sniffed one time and nodded still close to your belly. “Hey…” You leaned a bit backwards. Tom did not look up instead he spoke nearly whispering “…I…I would never!” Now you started to get mad! Mad like, going back and probably slapping some ass in the face for the first time in your live. You tried to stop the feeling of anger slithering up your body. Tom did not need that right now.

“I know…Thomas…I know!” You said as softly as possible. “Hey…please look at me!” You took his face into your hands and lovingly tilted his head upwards. Toms eyes were a bit red. “You…you had the door closed. I…GOD, I was so angry inside the car…I am sorry!!” he mumbled.

“The door was closed because I don´t like cold air creeping in when I am naked and wet under the shower. You know that!” You tried to smile. “And I was angry too. But NEVER because of you. It was not your fault that they knew where we were OR that they showed up and harassed you. I can´t imagine how you have cooped with such pricks till now!” Tom wrapped his arms around your waist again. “I ignored them…but as he hurt you with those questions. I wanted to punch him in the face for it!”

“He was not worth it…He is not worth to even let him get to us like that with something we both now was just out of spite and to get a reaction.” Tom looked up. “There will be no one else…It´s been you…from the very first moment you smiled at me!” Your gaze got soft and your insides all mushy as he said it with such honesty in his voice. Stroking through his hair you smiled and bend down. “I just signed up to live with you… so you better mean that!” Tom grinned for the first time since leaving the restaurant again. The tension leaving his shoulders to make room for something else. Something, he had already wanted as he had asked for the bill. This night should have been a celebration of your step into a shared future and he would be damned if he´d let it get ruined from a bloody idiot! “Need me to prove it?” he asked with a slight tease in his voice. His big hands already wrenching the towel off your body. You laughed and shivered as the cooler air hit your still heated body.

Tom chuckled and got up. Wrapping you in a tight embrace and hoisting you up. He carried you to the dresser and sat you down on it. “You´re mine!” He breathed against your lips before a hot kiss burned all the anger away that the both of you had felt moments before. Your hands helped him undress with eager and unsteady movements. His jacket and shirt dropped to the floor but there was no patience left in him. So, Tom just opened his pants and tugged the front down to free himself before he buried himself inside your clenching walls with a deep thrust. “And I am yours!” He groaned and started to move like a man possessed by lust and the need to brand you as his.

The 2 bottles of cologne on the dresser fell over as yet another deep thrust shook it. You gasped and held onto his strong shoulders, coming apart in his arms while his hard and fast lunges into your body made you blissfully sore for the next day. Tom, in his own climax, buried his head in the crock of your neck and sucked and nibbled your skin after his moans and his hips came to a rest, leaving a love bite...

“Oh my god…” You gasped with a low chuckle and Tom started to chuckle too. He slowly retreated out of your body and shoved his pants down while kicking off his shoes. Hoisting you up again he carried you to the bed and slowly laid you down, peppering your front with kisses. “I had imagined something more romantic when I asked for the bill…” He said and looked into your eyes. You giggled and said “screw that...” Tom snorted “Oh I believe I did just…screw that…” He grinned lopsided and kissed you passionately. “We ok?” He asked as he cuddled up to you. Snuggling even closer you put your hand on his cheek and smiled with a look into his beautiful, bright blue eyes. “Yes…we are…”

Tom let out a content sigh and kept you close throughout the night.

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adecila · 6 years ago

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Game of Thrones – 8x04 “The Last of the Starks” episode analysis – or who the fuck ever let D&D write stuff

You know I am pretty much like this dude here –

so I will be the woman to lead this ship or so help me all the old gods and the new.

Spoilers, d’uhh.

Aftermath - but everyone has their wardrobe on fleek, hair looking fab and they even had time to clean the entire field of Winterfell

The episode starts with the funeral pyre and how DARE you make me love Jorah even more and twist the knife in my heart. And did you have to show me Theon, Beric, Edd’s and Lyanna’s bodies???

RUDE.

Jon is doing a big speech and it is nice and drove the sobbing further, but I get it this is Jon’s turf so he has to be the one making the big speech. That is such a Dany thing though, and I can’t help to think, when put into perspective with the rest of the episode, that it’s yet again a thing Dany has lost. But more on that later.

The pyres are lit, sad music, more sobbing from me. OOOPS BUT DID YOU CATCH THAT JONERYS EXCHANGE OF LOOKS? Because I did! I can’t help but think how he looks at her for reassurance and she feels it and she turns and she is just.so.broken. And then she cries and I cry again.

A feast for crows the survivors

And then we get a feast and suddenly everyone is happy and stuff… ok, I guess life goes on. Maybe Sandor’s crass remark, under the guise of a funny moment, was meant to make us think on it. But maybe that’s too deep for D&D who the fuck knows.

Let’s talk about Gendry’s legitimisation.

Dany does it quite publicly, and small exchange between her and Tyrion makes sense. Honestly, if she hadn’t done it herself then and there, it would have come up at a later point, but with 2 episodes left there’s no time. S.ansa does her shady looks because she throws shade and Bran just stares into the void smh.

In which I am the Hound unimpressed and eating his chicken.

Davos x Tyrion

The Lord of Light fucked off into the sunset when he saw D&D’s piss poor writing and honestly same. He probably fucked off when he saw Melisandre was still getting his prophecies wrong.

Every time S.ansa comes into frame my soul leaves my body a bit more because whY THO.

Tyrion x Bran the 3ER

Cool beans Bran, that’s how you use you abilities? OMG JOJEN FUCKING DIED FOR YOU–

“I mostly live in the past now” - to me this means Bran has become this empty shell of a man and he just visits the past and checks out cool shit. It’s like a kid who gets access to YouTube for the first time. Heck he can even see his dad or whoever else he misses if he feels anything at all now. Because if he doesn’t even have “wants” then? What was the point of it all? God I swear the writers will not rest until they will have reduced all characters to tropes and empty shells of their former selves.

Tormund and the gang around Jon; Tyrion with Jaime ; Dany alone

This scene right here was the beginning of the end. Remember when Tormund was a dude who was in awe by strong women? D&D don’t. He suddenly is so far up Jon’s ass nothing could take him out. Guess it pays off for him in the end since Jon just gifts him Ghost.

S.ansa just fucking stop OMG PLEASE STOP WITH THE FUCKING LOOKS JFC.

But where was Missandei??? Why was Dany alone? And what the fuck was that look, VArYs?? Someone give Dany a hug because my god the isolation is real. Fuck. STOP. TAKING. EVERYTHING. FROM HER.

Never have I ever… thought the writers would stoop so low but here we are

So it’s all fun and games until it isn’t.

Poor Tormund. Jaime never deserved Brienne and that’s a fact.

And the mystery of Willa, the sassy Northern girl has been solved! Bless!!!

SanSan, but with more misogynistic undertones than you ever thought

Yeah you know what, I am not touching this scene. Fuck D&D for daring to say that.

Gendrya - or the moment Gendry decided to pull a Ted Mosby

I feel so bad OMG they did this ship so dirty. However. Arya saying that was expected. But I call bullshit on her never rethinking her decision. Girl’s got a list and she just can’t NOT try to finish it, I mean, wouldn’t you? After you killed such a big boss as the NK?

At the same time, they would be trying for faux feminism, pulling a Arya doesn’t need a man to be happy. Guess the sex was just to try it? Wow can you believe they cheapened this ship and that beautiful moment like that?

I’m so sorry babies, you deserved much better. Guess Gendry was always meant to have his heart broken by a Stark girl once he became a Baratheon. Wow.

Weirdly enough!!! And spoiler maybe?? Leak? Idk. But I feel like Gendrya will prevail (also because she looks heartbroken to reject him like that…). When asked if Gendrya will rule the 7K, Friki said no, these two aren’t made for ruling anything. For what’s worth, Friki mentioned he does know Arya’s endgame and shebis confirmed alive in the Dragon Pit in 8x06 :)

Oathsex

Uff yeah I did not like that. It felt wrong in the context and it felt cheap and I…. yeah IDK. And then Jaime leaves. He could have at least told Brienne that he is he only one who can kill Cersei or IDK, but not leave her like that. Jeesh dude my poor Knight, she is gutted by him.

Jonerys makeout and chat and hey who wanted angst? Turn on your location I just wanna chat.

Sooo flip side: I somehow, for the second time, predicted a thing in my fic. HOWEVER D&D keep only getting half my fics because GURL DID YOU NOT GET THE SMUT MEMO? AND THE FLUFF MEMO?

So Dany goes to find Jon, again, who is tipsy, and Jon suddenly remembers to give Dany some comfort for having lost Jorah…

The set up for Dany saying ILY it’s a bit .. ehh. But her actual words: “He loved me, but I couldn’t love him back, not the way he wanted it. Not the way I love you. Is that alright?”

A+ scene. I love how he can’t help himself and as soon as she is in his arms’ range he just pulls her into him, BEFORE she asks “Is that alright?”.

Uff emo side note here, this scene and this phrase reminded me of this song. Listen and sob. you’re welcome.

On that depressive note, wow that make out tho. Two things I learned from this scene: 1 - Jon is horny drunk, which same; and 2 - Jon is a tiddies guy like he dove in and went for the tiddies, which also same. Am I Jon? Is this why I keep guessing his fucking reactions but D&D won’t give me the rest????? We’ll never know.

And… then Jon stops and pulls back. And I KNOW that in the BTS we are told he is disgusted or whatever along those lines, but to me?? That look means he is CONFLICTED. And listen, if y’all wanted it to make it to mean "disgusted" then you should have made Kit do it differently since YOU KNOW HE WAS FAKE GAGGING TO EMILIA EVERY OTHER MINUTE. YOU CAN’T KEEP ADDING SHIT LATER YOU FUCKING DUMBASSES YOU EITHER PUT IT IN THE ACTUAL SHOW AND THE ACTUAL ACTING OR STFU.

But I guess to me that rejection was more for the general audience than for us. C’mon he clearly loves her, his dick was so hard he was about to nut then and there. Stop bringing your 21st century considerations into a feudalistic fantasy where you have Royals and dragons. Also FUCK YOU VARYS BECAUSE EVEN IN THE NORTH AUNT AND NEPHEW MARRIED SO FUCK YOU BALDIE.

I digress. Then Dany echoes what Jon himself thinks/said - wishing she would have never known. And then we get something that I felt when she was alone and sad at the feast. “I saw the way they looked at you. I know that look; the same way people looked at me, but never on this side of the sea” - yeah so I need a break.

This here - cemented for me what I think the show is doing: stripping everything away from Dany: her armies, her children, her people and the love her people have for her… then Jon. And I don’t mean that as in the sense of some bullshit fleak. No, I mean it in the context of this episode. Because Jon never says I love you back (and maybe @normalisjustafairytale is right and Jon is afraid to say it after Ygritte), and he rejects her, and he says he can’t NOT tell his sisters, even if Dany begs him not to. So in a sense, for now at least, Jon is being taken away from her. So you have all this isolation and losing and losing and then what does she have left? The only constant in her life? The fucking Iron Throne. Because at the moment there is nothing else for her and she probably feels like she will be nothing without it. Hence why she presses to go and take Cersei down. I won’t lie to you, it is cheap writing and very lame and honestly I have read fics a million times better than this bullshit, but they will, at one point, hit us with the boatie reveal, and when that happens, and when Jon fucking finally pulls through and stands by her side, she will have something else, a different constant in life. Moreover, because she realises that the people here in Westeros will never love her, she will have even more of a reason to bow out, say a big fuck you, take her boatie and her hubs and get to her house with the red door.

This is not just wishful thinking, it is very much D&D, and they will of course “humble the powerful woman” (I puked in my mouth by writing that). But also, my consolation is that with this episode, heck even the people who weren’t necessarily her fans, are on her side and asking her to burn KL down. Which I don’t think she would, but more on that in a different post. God this post is already long.

*bathroom break*

BAck. Then Dany echoes what I also said in my fic ugh I hate myself what we all know and are thinking: it doesn’t matter if Jon doesn’t want it; it matter that there are people out there (fucking S.ansa jfc this fucking UGGHDGugduzdahidfg) who don’t like Dany and will support Jon immediately over her. She is right and he is stupid for not seeing it.

I guess I also got my bending the knee from my fic. Kinda. FUCK.ME.

I cannot believe that my Queen had to BEG him and Jon had to be so naive. BOY DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE LESSON FROM YOUR FATHER? Two can keep a secret is one of them is dead, Jonno. Did you not watch Pretty Little Liars??? Why the fuck do you think Ned Stark didn’t tell his wife?? LMAO she would have sold him just like S.asnsa blabbed on you, guess the J___sas were right, it was a bit of a Ned x Cat parallel, probably Cat would have sold Ned also in a fucking instant. Dany is absolutely right. This shit cannot be contained because you don’t know how people would react to it.

“She’s not the girl you grew up with” … BOOM.

I love how he cradles her face into his hands MY FUCKING HEART MY HEART.

Pause. The part where she begs remind me of this traumatic moment:

… fuuuuck. Anyway.

And I love how she turns the tables on him. But Jon… is still Jon for plot reasons I guess. Maybe he didn’t understand why Ned had to keep the secret for so many years.

The end of the Northern plot - BYE NO ONE WILL MISS YOU

The Starks can choke. They are cancelled.

Yeah no. Bye. Fuck S.ansa or Sandra, who the fuck this OOC shitty ass character is. Fuck every single one of them. Wow, emotional manipulation at its finest. I just love how they basically called this episode the last of the Starks because they just character assassinated all of them. Edit: LMAO you know what this is? The shitty family that pulls over one member and tries to break him up with his wife, for the sole reason they don't like her. Because fuck their brother's happiness. Because they are fucking selfish people.

Jaime x Tyrion x my headache

Let’s add to the list of cancelled people Jaime and Tyrion just for that fucking chat.

“I will pay you double” ex machina, and that’s how the Bronn issue is solved. Just as Friki said, btw.

Arya x The Hound

So I guess Arya just fucking lies through her teeth now smh, since she was guilt trippig JON JUST MOMENTS AGO and she just up and leaves BECAUSE FUCK FAMILY I GUESS

Tyrion is suddenly afraid of Dany so I guess we are supposed to excuse Sandra’s petty shady jealous ass

Sandra is fucking jealous and insane. Littlefinger will be proud. Her face though. This fucking bitch doesn’t like that he is a Targaryen LMFAO she is scheming so hard bahahahahah

She is fucking cancelled. They murdered her character the moment they took her out of the Vale. FIGHT ME ON THIS I FUCKING DARE YOU.

Jon x Tormund x Ghost - say your goodbyes

Hey hey hey so that line where Jon belongs in the North? The real North, which for Tormund is North of the Wall since he calls Winterfell the South? Guess where those waterfalls from 8x01 are?

Jon is the worst dog owner KILL ME.

Fucking Sam Tarly

Jon was like yeah no don’t name your kid after me. Interesting how he could tell from a hug that Gilly was pregnant. Hope Dany starts showing soon *wink wink boatie is still coming*

The IT or Southern plot

Tyrion x Varys

I cannot wait for Varys to die. Like, he is spewing inaccurate information and then, he is suddenly against Dany and suddenly only Jon is a war hero. Just because he has a dick. Fuck D&D and their sexist asses Also VArys keeps talking about the realm LMAO YOU KNOW WHAT I SEE? I see kings dying all around you, and the only constant it’s you. Who is the problem, I wonder?

Euron ex machina

Makes no fucking sense. But I guess nobody cares anymore.

Yeah I screamed when Rhaegal died. And I screamed again with Dany.

I guess Dany couldn’t just fly behind Euron’s ship and roast them all for plot reasons.

Dragonstone mess

Fuck you, Varys. And fuck you, Tyrion. Not you, Greyworm, ILY *hugs tightly*

BONUS: FUCK YOU JAIME FUUUUUCK YOU FOR LEAVING BRIENNE LIKE THAT. BYE BITCH GOOD RIDDANCE.

King’s Landing mess & the shitty ass parley that even Captain Sparrow could have organised better

Ew how much time has it passed since Cersei is already claiming to be preggers?

“So much for the breaker of chains” - is again, a sign they are trying to strip Dany of everything she has and is.

Tyrion and Qyburn - ew, but also Qyburn has a point, why would Cersei surrender? Oh and I think the point to save Rhaegal from the NK only for him to die at the hands of Euron is to further handicap Dany and make the Cersei threat real, and have a reason to keep Drogon away from KL - HAVE YOU ALL SEEN THE SCORPIONS EVERYWHERE?

Ugh Tyrion stop trying to get Cersei to love you LMFAO she doesn’t. But I know, it is hard to break from toxic relationships and abusers. Tyrion told Cersei “you are not a monster” and she literally went “HOLD MY BEER”.

Missandei’s death made me sick to my stomach and traumatised me for life. We should all collectively agree to NEVER give D&D our attention again and never let them write anything again.

Missandei hatefully spewing DRACARYS as her last words was so strong it made me start crying because holy shit this was a peaceful person, and for her to show this much hate and rage was so gutting… fuck me. I am crying again. I think she also meant, besides from the obvious, “there is no reasoning with these people, so why bother. Might as well blow it the fuck up.”

And Grey’s reaction wow - again, I was about to puke, despite the scene not being the most gorey on GoT, but it was so intrinsically and viscerally wrong my mind could not deal.

In conclusion

Poor Dany, she has lost everything. EVERYTHING. She is literally at her lowest. After the discussion with Jon, she slipped back the Queen mask - like you can pinpoint the moment she does so! And she keeps it on in front of everyone else but her dragons.

I am expecting a very very cold (but very fragile inside) Dany in 8x05. I am expecting her to push Jon away. Oh and at the ending of 8x04 she totally just gets up on Drogon and goes back to Dragonstone. No way she does anything yet so soon.

I haven’t watched any of the BTS and Making of videos, nor have I watched the 8x05 promo. Will do soon.

Stay strong, jonerys is still going strong. I am here until the very end and I still think this will end with jonerys together. Will it be good writing? Nope. But it will end well. As I keep saying. We’re missing the “sweet” in this fucking “bittersweet” shit show. Stop saying it ends badly because of 8x03.

If you need me, you know where to find me. Image of me in the fandom. Except I charge nothing.

Oh and PS: FUCK D&D.

#got spoilers #got spoilers 8x04 #got 8x04 analysis #game of thrones

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Elastic Heart Part 9/10 (Branjie) - Mia Ugly

A/N: Thanks as always to artificialmeggie for the feedback. She’s the best, you guys.

Brock is in Houston when the lip sync finally airs.

He’s seen pieces of it before but that’s all. They played a clip of it during the reunion, and he only took in parts of it. He’s really not looking forward to seeing the whole build up.

Or the way it fucking ends.

His manager wanted him to host a watch party for the episode, but a brief conversation with Brock obviously made him re-think it (Brock’s hovering on the fine edge of ‘not okay’ and it’s starting to become fairly apparent to even the peripheral people in his life.) So he gets to take the night off.

He thinks about streaming it in his hotel room, but then he’s also a little worried about being alone. So he finds a local club that’s screening it, dresses like his usual disheveled self, and sits up at the bar.

The episode is ugly, a slow slide into a car accident, tires skidding on the ice. His attempts at rapping are about what you’d expect, and Vanessa doesn’t do much better (she’s nervous, though, that’s all that it is. If he hadn’t been there, if all that shit hadn’t been going on between them, he’s sure she would have crushed it.)

Then there’s the runway, where they both turn it out but not enough to save themselves. Brock watches Vanjie’s face during the critiques, watches her close her eyes and nod (he didn’t expect it to hurt this much.)

Christ, they were holding hands when they came back on the main stage. Brock had forgotten that. The image on TV re-awakens the memory in him, and the feeling of their hands sliding apart burns against his palm.

He grits his teeth during the lip sync, watches the moment he stops dancing, watches the devastated look that comes over Vanessa’s face (his pulse is kicking in both wrists, in his throat.) He watches their hug afterwards and can’t help but notice how much they’re both shaking. He sees himself mouth something in Vanessa’s ear and thanks God the mics didn’t pick it up, or the editors chose not to play the audio. He doesn’t know what he would have done.

It’s a bit like putting together the pieces after a night of heavy drinking. Some of the things Ru says are familiar and some are like they happened to a different person. Brock watches himself thank the judges, watches himself tilt as he sashays away (almost falling but not quite.)

And then he’s back in the werkroom, staring at the camera like it’s the scene of a crime.

Brock holds his breath. He wonders if he could hold it for the rest of the episode. His lung capacity is pretty good, and it’s almost over. Almost there.

“I’m - in love with him,” Brooke Lynn says on television. “Oh my God.”

Oh my God.

Brock’s entire body flinches, and he knocks his drink to the floor. The sound of breaking glass is buried beneath the cheers and applause of bar patrons, reacting to Brooke Lynn’s stunned confession.

“Shit, shit - I’m sorry -”

Brock said he loved him, he fucking said it on television, he didn’t know -

“It’s fine, no worries.” The bartender is coming around with a rag, bending to pick up the broken glass. “Happens all the -” He stops. Blinks. “Holy shit, are you Brooke Lynn Hytes?”

“I’m just going to - okay -” Brock leaves too much money on the bar to cover his tab, and gets out of there as if an angry mob is chasing him. Oh my God. Oh my God.

Somewhere across the world, Jose is probably watching this episode.

Oh my fucking God.

His phone is ringing but Brock doesn’t answer it. Text notifications are going off like mad and Brock doesn’t look at them. He keeps walking down the sidewalk and when that isn’t enough, he breaks into a run. He doesn’t know where he’s going, just knows he needs to get as far away from everything as possible. The show, the bar, himself.

How did he not remember that? How did he not know?

How could he have been so -

(The first van ride back to the hotel, Brooke ends up in a seat beside Vanjie. It’s crowded and loud, everyone still full of energy from the photo-shoot, from their first day of filming, as if there isn’t a hammer swinging gently above all of their heads. Brooke is fully in silent concentration mode, staring out the window at the blurred streetlights of L.A., thinking about her paint for tomorrow. It’s got to make an impact but it’s also got to show them who she is, and –

“Ooops, sorry girl.” Vanjie elbows her as she tries to get her jacket off.

“It’s fine.” Brooke smiles, falls back into her thoughts. It’s not easy when Vanjie is as loud as a brass band right next to her, shouting into the backseat at a queen named Honey about some show they did together in New York.

The van turns a corner and Vanjie slides against Brooke, their shoulders pressed together tightly.

“Sorry, baby. I’m all up in your space. Honey, why you say that? You know that’s a damn lie!”

Brooke thinks about wigs. Short and blonde, maybe, really push the superhero couture. Or maybe bombshell, waves and – but that’s not really Detox. But it’s got to be -

“You sent me a message, you remember? After Season 10?”

It takes Brooke a moment to realize that Vanjie is talking to her.

“Oh. Yeah, I did.”

“I gotta thank you for that. I was feelin’ all sad and shit, feelin’ embarrassed. It meant somethin’ to hear from people.”

Brooke can remember watching that first episode, thinking Vanjie was hilarious and bizarre, feeling sick when she was the first one sent home. She remembers the voice more than anything, and it was surreal hearing it in the werkroom today. Still doesn’t feel like real life.

“If I knew you looked as fine as this, I mighta messaged you back.” Vanjie gives Brooke a slanted grin, and Brooke feels herself - horrifyingly - starting to blush. What is she, fucking thirteen? It has clearly been way too long since since she got laid.

“I’ll include some pics next time.”

“I am here. For. That.” Vanjie claps it out. “You can make up for it by sendin’ me some now.”

“You’ll have to wait until the show’s over and they give us our phones back.”

“I just gotta use my imagination. Y’all hold still.” Vanjie stares at her intently for a moment, and then blinks. “Click. There, real nice. I’ma throw a filter on it, give you cat ears or somethin’.”

“Whatever you want,” Brooke laughs. “Just don’t post it anywhere.”

“Vanjie could you like move over one fucking inch?” The skinny queen on the other side of Vanjie – who is… not Yvie - Scarlet, yes! Brooke’s brain hasn’t completely shut down – shoves into Vanjie, who in turn gets pressed up against Brooke once again.

“Hey, bitch, it ain’t my fault I got hips! Unlike some of y’all.” Vanjie glances at Brooke. “Sorry baby. Not tryin’ to get all up on you.”

She straightens up, but – and it might be Brooke’s imagination – she doesn’t seem to pull away as much as she did before. Her hip is still warm against Brooke’s, her bare arm against Brooke’s shoulder.

Brooke feels something internal stutter at the contact, like stones shifting somewhere underneath her ribs.)

He doesn’t look at his phone for two days.

The first call he returns is his sister’s (“Why didn’t you tell me things were that serious? Okay, I know what an NDA is but I’m your sister and you had your heart broken - no, mom’s fine about it, we’re just worried about you - well, you have to talk to someone, Brock -”)

The next person he talks to is Nina.

“Oh good, you’re still alive,” she says as she answers. “How does it feel to have broken the internet?”

“I - haven’t really looked.”

“Haven’t looked? At the internet? Just, in general?”

“I couldn’t yet. I’m going to, I just -”

“People are kinda freaking out about that episode. You’re going to have offers of marriage from like, governors and stuff. Tell them I’m single, by the way.”

“Have you talked to her?”

“No. And she’s not saying anything. Her PR team must be circling the wagons, coming up with a statement. Making sure this doesn’t look bad for her.”

That stops Brock’s heart for a moment. “Do you think it will?”

“Well, I mean, people love her. But they love you too. I’m sure her team just doesn’t want this to become about, you know, that bitch who broke Brooke Lynn’s heart.”

“Oh my God.” Is this what a heart attack feels like? Brock doesn’t know what else to say, can’t even fathom putting a sentence together. Fuck, fuck, fuck - everything is terrible and complicated and this episode just made it all so much worse.

“Brock,” Nina says gently. “I have to say - I didn’t know. That you were so serious about her. It was all shiny and fun, I thought, I didn’t know -”

“It’s okay,” Brock stops him quickly.

“But I’m sorry about it. Sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me.”

“I -” And what can Brock possibly say to that? “I’m sorry about that too. About a lot of things. I was kind of out of control near the end there. You should have made it to the Top 4.”

“It’s okay, I’m just going to sit by the phone with my hair in curlers, waiting for AllStars to call. Oh God, what if they’re calling RIGHT NOW?”

Brock laughs, even though his eyes are hot with tears. “I’m sure they will.”

“So what are you going to do? You have to say something. Everyone’s -”

“No. It’s got to be up to her, she needs to decide how she wants it to go. We were supposed to figure this out but -” He starts coughing then, which is embarrassing but unsurprising. It lasts too long, and after he’s finished, Nina responds with a pointed silence.

“Sorry, sorry. Smoking too much.”

“I don’t want to seem critical or patronizing or anything but - it’s um, getting a little self-destructive. You know that right? This whole - thing.”

(“I’ll be around longer this time, bitch, believe it,” Vanessa is saying in the seat next to Brooke, too close and too warm. “Gonna show ‘em I’m not just a joke or nothin’. You best reserve this seat cuz I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“Good,” Brooke says automatically. Then she stiffens slightly because that might have been - not the right thing to say. The word just came out of her mouth, she didn’t think about it and now she’s afraid to turn her head, afraid of what she’ll see if she looks at the queen beside her.

When she finally does, Vanessa is studying her. There’s an odd little furrow between her eyebrows.

“Yeah?” Her voice is quiet, barely audible in the chaos of the van.

And Brooke does something totally stupid, reckless and embarrassing but – fuck, there’s no controlling it.

“Yeah,” she says, then watches Vanjie smile all slow and pretty, like someone who’s just heard an awful secret.

“Huh.” Vanjie chews on her lower lip, and Brooke tries not to look anywhere near those teeth or that mouth. “Anyway, it – is – you know, whatever. Um.”

Vanjie’s the one who breaks eye contact first, looking down at hands that are clenched tight in her hoodie. “Lookin’ forward to getting’ to know you proper, and. Scarlet I swear to God you’re halfway on my lap, ho. I’ma kick you outta this van you don’t shove over.”

Brooke goes back to looking out windows, tells herself that this is not going to happen. Whatever that weird moment was, it was just a moment. Crumple it up like tissue and throw it away.

She’s not too worried about it, honestly. She doesn’t do that sort of thing much, doesn’t have the time for it. And she’s never dated another queen before, it’s not really her thing. Vanessa’s cute as hell, but both of them have too much to prove here and Brooke’s worked too hard to get here to be distracted by the first pair of dewy brown eyes she sees.

Brooke has walls around her heart, anyway, and no one gets past those. She’s not in any danger.

She wants that to be true.)

“So maybe. Stop it?” Nina says. “I don’t know.”

“I legitimately don’t deserve you.”

“Who does? Haven’t met him yet. Probably will soon, though, like on the set of AllStars 5. I’m coming for you, Drag Race romance. Oh shit, what if it’s the Vixen?”

“I’ve changed my mind. You’re the worst.”

“She’s a fighter, I’m a loverrrrr.”

“I’m going to hang up on you.”

“You say that, but you never do.”

When they eventually say goodbye to each other, Brock realizes he has three missed calls from his manager, and two passive aggressive emails. They want him to say something, make a statement, set the record straight. Reporters are calling for interviews (Christ, and they haven’t even see the reunion yet.)

Jose also hasn’t called or texted. Not once. And that’s fine. It makes sense. It’s fine.

Instead of doing the responsible, professional thing (he might need a new manager by the time this shit is finished) he dials a number his hands would recognize in the dark. There’s no answer. He contemplates hanging up (throwing his phone into the sea) but instead grinds his molars together and stays on the line. Waits for the beep.

“Hi, it’s uh Brooke. Brock. We should probably talk, hey? About - that. That thing that happened. Anyway, when you’re up for it, give me a call.” (Oh my God, I’m in love with him.) “Anyway. Hopefully - talk to you soon. Okay. Um. Bye.”

Brock waits for his heart to restart, waits for his jaw to unlock just enough to breath.

Then he goes on social media. It’s all a bit of a blur after that.

* * *

After the lip sync, Brooke doesn’t go home.

They move her to a different hotel in L.A. because she’s going to be back in a few days anyway for the reunion and the finale taping. She’s silent and robotic as she packs up her stuff, ratings poison.

She isn’t going to write anything on the mirror, but a producer basically won’t let her leave until she does and Brooke wants out of the werkroom so much she can barely breathe; she scrawls “My heart will go on,” barely legibly. Then she draws a little ship underwater.

She doesn’t read the letters the girls leave for her. Not at first.

She waits until she’s in her new hotel room, a couple drinks in to give her the necessary emotional buffer. The new room has more of a view than the last one, and she can see the ocean off of her balcony. Dusk is falling over L.A., smog mostly blocking out the sunset, and Brooke chain smokes (not good) and tries to meditate half-heartedly before she can bring herself to touch the folded papers.

In the end it doesn’t matter. Because Vanessa didn’t write one.

Brooke laughs out loud when she realizes it, and doesn’t recognize the sound of her voice. Of course Vanessa didn’t write her a letter. After an exit like that, what the hell was she supposed to say?

The days leading up to the reunion are like weights around her wrists and ankles. Brooke goes to the hotel gym for hours every day, and follows it up by jogging on the beach. She throws herself into everything physical, tries to exhaust her body so much that her mind will shut off. She can’t think about what she’s done. Can’t think about what’s going to happen. How it’s going to look.

And she hates that public perception is such a huge part of her concern, but fuck it, that’s how she makes her living. And now she has no control over it, can’t remember most of it, and is going to have to do some wild amounts of damage control when the season airs.

They send a van to drive her to the theatre for the filming of the reunion. She arrives late and rattled, but is relieved to see Nina and Plastique and a bunch of the other queens already in the dressing room, getting into drag. It feels good (for a moment) to be hugged and smiled at by people who don’t know how spectacularly Brooke Lynn just fucked up. She has to take these moments while she can, because God knows it’s all going to come out in a few hours.

Soju’s cyst is healing nicely, so there’s that.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Nina says to the mirror, as Brooke pins her wig in place. “I thought you’d be Top 4 for sure.”

“You and me both.” Brooke tries to smile, brush it off. “Hoped you’d be up there with me.”

“So what happened? Can you like, mime it or something? Was it all those burner phones of yours? All the strange men you were smuggling into your room at night?”

Brooke laughs but the sound is like ice-cracking. “I’ll let Ru tell you all about it.”

The Top 4 queens get dressed somewhere else, so Brooke doesn’t see Vanessa until they’re making their way onstage (she tilts slightly, almost falling but not quite.)

Vanessa is flanked by Silky and A’Keria, and she’s wearing that electric orange/red again, a cocktail gown with huge feathered shoulders, a high neck and no back. She looks the best she ever has on the show, and Brooke feels the ground sliding underneath her heels as Vanessa meets her eyes from across the stage and quickly looks away.

Brooke bumps into Ariel as they find their seats. She can’t stay upright.

“Welcome back ladies.” RuPaul takes the stage in a neon orange patterned suit, smiling brightly. Brooke thinks she’s smiling back, but she can’t be sure. Her face is not in control of itself when Vanjie’s in the room.

The reunion is a bit of a blur after that. But Brooke remembers the important parts.

[Transcript: RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 11: Reunited

Time stamp: 00:34:18

RuPaul Charles: Now, every year on Drag Race we know that the queens competing connect with each other in important and lasting ways. But this season, for the first time in Drag Race herstory, two queens had a very special kind of connection, right from the start. Let’s take a look at some footage of - what the kids are calling - ‘hashtag Branjie.’

[A compilation of Brooke Lynn and Vanessa’s interactions is played. The queens onstage smile and ‘aww’ over particularly cute moments.]

RuPaul Charles: So Brooke. Vanjie. Did you two know each other before the show?

Vanessa Mateo: [pause] I’ve talked about this before, like, we didn’t know each other. He messaged me after Season 10 and I’d seen, you know, photos of him -

Shuga Cain: Girl, we’ve all seen those photos of him.

[Laughter]

Vanessa Mateo: But we never met or anything until we did the show.

RuPaul Charles: So the show brought you together?

Vanessa Mateo: [pause] I mean. Yeah, like you’re in this situation where you’re going so hard and there’s so much pressure, and then you meet someone and there’s this feelin’ - I don’t know. Someone make that make sense. Edit that.

RuPaul Charles: Brooke Lynn, what was it like for you? Was there a spark right away?

Brooke Lynn Hytes: [does not respond]

RuPaul Charles: Brooke Lynn?

Brooke Lynn Hytes: [pause] Yes. There was.

RuPaul Charles: What was it like having that sort of chemistry but trying to balance the pressures of the show, the challenges, the runway…

Brooke Lynn Hytes: [pause] Um. Difficult.

Vanessa Mateo: [pause] From the get-go, we said ‘we gotta keep this thing to the side.’ You know? Like it wasn’t gonna affect the competition.

RuPaul Charles: But ultimately it affected the competition in a big way, didn’t it? Let’s take a look at one of what is - I would argue - the most dramatic lip syncs in Drag Race history.

[The final moments of Brooke Lynn and Vanessa’s lip sync is played. The queens on stage are visibly shocked.]

RuPaul Charles: Brooke Lynn, what was going through your head at that moment?

Brooke Lynn Hytes: [pause] I - don’t know.

RuPaul Charles: Well, it seems like at some point you made a decision to stop competing. And to many people you were considered one of the front-runners of the season. So what happened?

Brooke Lynn Hytes: [pause] I - I just stopped. [pause] I’m sorry, it’s my first time seeing it. It’s all a bit - I’m having trouble. Putting it together.

RuPaul Charles: I can see that. Vanessa, maybe you’ll have better luck. What was going through your head when Brooke stopped dancing?”

Vanessa Mateo: [pause] You know I - I didn’t want to see that. I didn’t know what she was doing at first, and then I realized - I don’t know. It wasn’t good, I tell you that. Not a good feeling.

RuPaul Charles: Why’s that?

Vanessa Mateo: It felt like maybe - she felt sorry for me? And I didn’t want that. I wanted to prove that I deserved to be here, you know, I didn’t want to be given nothing.

Brooke Lynn Hytes: No, it wasn’t like -

RuPaul Charles: Do you have something to say about that, Brooke?

Brooke Lynn Hytes: [pause] No. She should - say how she feels, sorry.

RuPaul Charles: You know, during the season there was a lot of discussion about your lack of personality, your being ‘closed off.’ How do you feel about those comments?

Brooke Lynn Hytes: [pause] I - don’t know.

RuPaul Charles: You don’t know, or you’re not going to talk about it?

Nina West: Brooke and I have known each other for years and I think that at this point it’s pretty obvious that she has a personality. People were kinda being hard on her, but being a quiet person, being shy or thoughtful is also a personality, and -

RuPaul Charles: I guess it’s just not one that’s particularly fun to watch.

Nina West: I don’t know, you get a bit of vodka in her, and it is extremely fun to watch. [laughter] Occasionally disturbing, frequently sexually confusing, but always fun.

RuPaul Charles: Brooke, do you agree with Nina? That people were too hard on you this season?

Brooke Lynn Hytes: No.

RuPaul Charles: Do you think you owe some of the other queens here an apology? Because I know you all worked really hard to be here, and then you chose -

Plastique Tiara: I don’t think Brooke owes us an apology.

Nina West: No. Absolutely not. She doesn’t. That’s -

Rajah O’Hara: I think she does. If she wanted to go home so bad she could’ve taken my place. She didn’t want to dance against Vanjie, fine, I would’ve. She should have sent her own self home Week One. That’s how I’m feeling.

Yvie Oddly: Girl, come on. That’s bullshit.

Rajah O’Hara: We all busted our asses to get here, we all of us have friends on this show, we have people we don’t wanna send home. But we do it anyway, and to see someone just throw it away pisses me off. It’s how I feel, I’m not gonna apologize for that.

Scarlet Envy: But props to Vanjie. I mean, whose dick do I have to suck to get into the Top 4?

[Vanessa Mateo gets up, takes off microphone.]

RuPaul Charles: Vanjie -

[Vanessa Mateo leaves the stage.]

Scarlet Envy: Oh my god - it was a joke.

Silky Nutmeg Ganache [standing up]: You want to come for my girl, you come for me too. Okay? She ain’t deserve that, that’s the fucking tea. That’s some shady ass -

Scarlet Envy: It was a joke!

RuPaul Charles: Silky, I know that emotions are running high but -

Silky Nutmeg Ganache: Nah, I’m serious -

Rajah O’Hara: Bitch, this ain’t about you!

[Brooke Lynn Hytes takes off her microphone. Brooke Lynn Hytes leaves the stage.]

RuPaul Charles: Well. Okay. [pause] Anyone else have somewhere to be?

[End transcription]

Brooke runs in the direction Vanessa left, through scattering P.A.s, over lighting cables and through the back stage area. She ends up in a hallway, sees Vanessa stomping it like it’s a runway down at the other end. Brooke hurries to catch up with her.

“We have to talk.” When Brooke touches her arm, Vanessa shrugs her off.

“No, we don’t.”

“Yes we do! I need to explain -”

“Explain what?” Vanessa looks up at Brooke and the hurt in her eyes is like lightning. “I came here wanting to show I was more than just a joke, that I was somethin’. And now that’s done. That shit that Rajah said back there, that shit Scarlet said, that’s what everyone’s gonna say! I’ma be the bitch who didn’t make Top Four on her own -”

“No. No one is going to think that -”

“They already do, Brooke!” Her hands are moving wildly. “You think I needed this? That you had to throw it for me?”

“No.” Brooke will swear to the grave that she never once thought that. That she went into that lip sync with no intentions and then in the moment - the moment she saw that fucking tear run down Vanjie’s face - everything stopped. “I know you could have done it, I’ve seen you dance and you’re fucking fierce. I’m the one that fucked up, I’m the one that made a choice -”

“You made the wrong choice!” Vanjie’s angry now, in a way Brooke hasn’t seen since Untucked. “I didn’t ask you to do that! I didn’t want you to do that!”

There is a camera person and a security guard moving silently down the hallway toward them, and Brooke cannot have this conversation be part of some reality show available to the fucking world. She takes Vanessa’s hand and pulls her around the corner, down another hallway and out of an emergency exit. The door slams shut behind them and they might be trapped outside in an alley for the foreseeable future, but at least they won’t be on camera.

“I’m sorry,” Brooke says. Vanessa has her arms folded. She looks smaller than usual, even in her three inch heels. “I’m so sorry. I know you didn’t ask for this. And I didn’t go on that stage with any sort of - plan, it just -”

“You felt sorry for me, right?”

“That’s not true -”

“That’s what it looks like, though. That’s what everyone is gonna think!”

“Let them think what the fuck they want then. Does it matter? You’ll know -”

“Does it matter? You say that to me - it’s my life, my life they’re gonna be talkin’ ‘bout! Me as a queen! My career - everything -”

“It’s my career too. It’s my whole life too,” Brooke’s voice is rising with frustration - frustration with the situation, with Vanessa - but most of all with herself. “I have friends, family, they’re going to see that episode and they’re going to be fucking furious at me for what I did. I worked hard to get here, I worked damn hard, and when people find out that I just gave up -”

“Am I supposed to feel bad for you now?”

“Well, I didn’t makethe Top 4.” Brooke regrets the words immediately (Vanjie’s eyebrows knit together and it’s the end of the fucking world.)

“So what do you want? A thank you card?” Vanjie’s hands are so tight on her arms that Brooke can see her acrylics leaving indents in her skin.

“No. Jesus. I just - don’t know how to fix this. Would you be any happier, would this all be okay if I had sent you home? Is that what you wanted?”

“So that’s what woulda happened, hey? That’s the only other option here?”

“No but – I don’t know what you want me to say! This was my dream, Vanessa. Okay? I’m still a little fucked up about it, and I don’t know -”

“I didn’t ask for your dream. I didn’t want it!” Vanessa wipes away a tear, and Brooke is taken violently back to that moment on the main stage right before everything fell apart. “You can’t put that on me.”

“I’m not putting it on you, I’m just trying to explain.”

“Explain why, then.” Vanjie pins her flat with her gaze, the way she did that first time she looked at Brooke across the werkroom (and every damn time since then.) “Why did you do it?”

A hundred thoughts go through Brooke’s head. A hundred moments between her and Vanessa: passing each other in hotel hallways, sliding folded letters under doors, kissing in shadows like they were starving for each other, could never get enough. Brooke opens her mouth and wants to scream these moments out of her chest, take them, take them, they hurt too much. She tries to put it into words. Tries to piece it together like a mosaic made of glass shards. She tries.

“We’re done,” Vanjie says quietly, and then her eyes squeeze shut.

(There is something howling beneath Brooke’s skin, a wounded animal.)

“Jose -”

“Nah, nah, I can’t - do this right now. You don’t even - we’re done.”

“Don’t -”

“It’s done.” Vanessa takes a step back. She doesn’t say anything else, just moves cautiously around Brooke until she gets to the door. It opens and Vanessa goes inside and she’s gone then. She’s gone. It’s done.

At some point, Brooke slides to the ground. She doesn’t know when, doesn’t feel herself moving, but she’s on the ground just the same.

At some point, she hears the door slam shut. She has no idea how long she’s been out there., maybe minutes, maybe days. When she finally looks up, she sees A’Keria Davenport leaning against the brick wall, single eyebrow raised.

“Everyone’s looking for you on the inside,” she says, “The pair of you sure know how to make a scene.”

Brooke doesn’t have the strength to respond.

“Mama Ru was not happy everyone leaving her set, no ma’am. Thought she was goin’ to flip her wig when you took off after Miss Vanessa.” A’Keria pauses, and then she laughs. It’s a wholly unexpected laugh, warm and without judgment. The pearl beading on her gown clicks together as she moves. “Next season probably no one’s gonna even show for the reunion. They’ll just all be off dealin’ with their drama somewhere.”

Brooke might laugh but then things might escalate, and any emotions are potential threats at this point.

“Shouldn’t be sittin’ on the ground in chiffon, girl. Show some respect.”

A’Keria offers Brooke her hand, and Brooke reluctantly lets herself be pulled to her feet. She dusts off her gown through sheer force of habit.

“You gonna come inside? Or you live here now?”

The thought of seeing anyone else is paralyzing. Brooke doesn’t know if she can manage it.

“Maybe – a few more minutes. Is Vanessa –“

“She and Silk are off somewhere, don’t you worry ‘bout it. We’re takin’ care of her.”

“I’m glad she has you.”

“She is a lucky bitch, that’s true enough.” A’Keria gives Brooke a gentle touch on the shoulder. “But you got people too, Miss Brooke. Don’t forget that.”

From somewhere on her incredibly ornate dress, some magical secret pocket, she produces a cigarette and a slim silver lighter.

“Shouldn’t be encouragin’ your nasty habits, but I thought you might need somethin’. And – when it comes to Vanjie –“

She looks thoughtful, the way she looks in the werkroom when she’s sewing, quiet and focused while Silky and Vanjie spout all manner of nonsense beside her. It strikes Brooke suddenly that of all the queens this season, A’Keria might be the one she knows least of all.

“You know, some people are better at gettin’ stepped on than gettin’ lifted up. See what I’m sayin’? You get stepped on enough, you start to think that’s how it goes. So when something good happens, like someone gives you somethin’ you didn’t even know you deserved - you don’t know what to do with that. It messes with that story in your head. The one that tells you what you’re worth.”

“I wasn’t trying to give her anything. I know she could have made it without me -”

“Girl, you really think I’m talking about the show?” A’Keria moves gracefully back toward the side door. “I’m sayin’ she ain’t mad at you. Not really. She just don’t know what to do with – all this. It can be a lot to hold.” She smiles, a bit sad. “I’m goin’ in. You take care now.”

Brooke thinks about A’Keria’s words long after she’s gone. She stays outside and smokes that cigarette down to the tips of her burning fingers and then steps on it, crushes it between the pavement and her heel. She counts to twenty-five, then thirty, then forty in her head.

She goes inside.

At the live finale, Brooke watches from the audience as Nina West is named Miss Congeniality, and Vanjie lip syncs for the crown.

Then she flies back to Nashville, alone. She feeds her cats, she works, she travels. She calls her mom, she jogs along Cumberland River, she dances at bars with men she doesn’t want.

She smokes too much, and doesn’t sleep enough.

She dreams.

She doesn’t see Vanessa for five months.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #angst #smut #canon compliant #eventual happy ending #elastic heart #mia ugly #concrit welcome #submission #s11 #on set fic

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ilovehatembj · 7 years ago

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Man Up Part 2

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I didn’t think that many people would read my stuff let alone like it! Thanks for sharing and the positive comments, I hope you guys like this one and all the other parts that are gonna come!

Pairing: Reader x MBJ, Reader x OBJ

Warnings: Very light smut and cursing

“What the fuck did you just say to me Michael?!”

“I said was your business escorting that nigga. I was kindly asking if your business was prostitution if you didn’t catch my drift.” As soon as that nigga finished that sentence a headline popped into your head “Well Known Actor Michael B. Jordan Dead at Age 31”. But then you remembered that Odell still hadn’t been in your throat and that you prefer your wine from anywhere but a toilet, so you just pushed the thought to the back of your mind.

“Yeah I caught your drift alright. Who the fuck are you to ask me about my business any fucking way nigga?”

“Y/N, I am your man. That’s who I am to ask about your business.” he yelled with agitation in his voice, “You know what I’m not arguing with you over the phone. I’ll pick you up from the airport when you land, bye”. He hung up before you could even refuse. You decided not to even dwell on the conversation. Michael wasn’t on your mind and he didn’t deserve to be. Your mind was on someone much more deserving of all the dirty thoughts that lingered from moments prior. Or maybe it was months? It didn’t matter though cause after you got settled into bed for the night you were tired…..but your mind and body were still craving Odell’s touch, but you had to settle for your own.

As usual you were a sight to see and knowing that only turned you on more. Hair up in a bun and nude underneath of your white silky robe, you started at the valley of your breasts, then your hands moved to massage and play with both of your breasts. With closed eyes you envisioned it was Odell pinching and licking your nipples. Your hands started making their way down to your melted pussy. You slowly rubbed on your clit, then—your phone started going bezerk. You had gotten 15 messages in 1 minute and your phone was still going off because of an incoming Facetime call, all from the same person—it was Michael’s older sister Jamila a.k.a thorn in your fucking side for the past 3 years.

“Hi, Jamila”

“Bitch, don’t try to be cordial with me! You out here fucking around on my brother? With a injured ass sorry ass NFL player! I been told that boy you were nothing but an Instagram thot!”

“First of all you C-list Hollywood extra, I got your Instagram thot. You haven’t been relevant since you were an extra in I am Legend, leech ass hoe. Since you worried about things other than your sad ass marriage worry about your cheating ass brother and the actual Instagram thots he’s fucking, and the subpar ass strippers you and your husband been bringing into y’all bedroom. If you gon pay for pussy make sure the face that go to it pretty, bitch.” You hung up, you clearly had some shit to get off your chest after dealing with 3 years of her ass trying you and added the extra tea courtesy of Chyna.

You decided you were too exhausted to try to satisfy yourself tonight. The Jordans have officially pissed you off and a bitch had a flight to catch tomorrow.

You woke up late at 9 A.M. like you didn’t have a 12 P.M. flight to catch. You checked your phone and saw something unusual, a snapchat from that nigga. You opened it and your heart dropped to your stomach. You had every intention on ending everything with this nigga today, and you still were without a question, but you never thought he would take his disrespecting of you to this level. It was a video of him tongue deep with a very familiar Instagram hoe, Ashlyn. This bitch was always around everywhere. And the last time you had seen her in person it was NYE in LA and she was kissing that nigga when the clock struck midnight. When you confronted him about it then he said it was nothing, but your gut told you otherwise. You realized that you couldn’t handle this nigga how you your emotions were telling you to. You had to hit this nigga where he’d feel you most and it wasn’t gonna be through just destroying his cars.

You just wanted your time in NY to be over with so you just threw on some black leggings and a sweatshirt and headed down to your Uber and then to the airport. On the way there you got a call from Odell.

“Good morning lady”

“Good morning”

“You doing okay?” That was a weird question because last night for the most part went well, unless this nigga sent him the videos of him and that hoe as well.

“I’m fine. That’s an odd question for the morning after a date not gone bad.”

“I was just asking because I know he called you last night and cause of the comments under The Shade Room’s pictures of us—” you stopped him right there.

“What comments?”

“Damn. I figured you already seen them. I’m sorry. Just, just forget I said anything. You leave for the airport yet? If not I can take you, any reason to see your beautiful smile.”

“Okay, well I’m already in my Uber on the way to the airport now, but thank you anyway. Can I call you back when I land? We pulling up to the airport now.”

“Yeah, that’s fine but don’t forget.”

“I won’t!”

“Aight, have a good flight”

Ignoring Odell you decided to creep to see what on TSR’s ig sent that nigga into a life-threatening frenzy and check to see what comments Odell was talking about. After finally scrolling through their feed for a good while you see the three pictures that made that nigga see that he was the very definition of replaceable. The first one was simple, just a shot of the two looking at each other at your dinner table, the second one was just as simple. The third one though, THAT one is the one. The third picture could’ve been on the front y’all wedding invites (We speak positivity into existence over this way honey). Y’all were walking out of the restaurant and smiling looking into each other’s eyes, Odell’s hand was guiding you by your lower back out of Morimoto, and you looked at pure peace. The caption was generic as hell, “Y/N, what’s the tea sis?”, but a comment thread caught your attention. It was this bitch Saweetie. You read her comment that said, “Damn. Why ain’t Mike call me last night?”. You saw RED. You asked for your driver to pull over to the nearest FedEx Kinkos cause you wanted this nigga to see that it wasn’t just cheating, it was the balls these type of bitches grew. You printed out the screenshots of her comment and asked the driver to speed so you could still catch your flight on time. You left him a fat ass tip for doing you those major favors.

You’re flight was smooth and you landed back in LA around noon your time. That nigga was waiting for you and he looked like his body was repaying his ass for that stunt and whatever other bullshit he did last night, he looked badly hungover. He didn’t speak to you, you didn’t speak to him, you just followed him to the car. Once y’all got in the car you snatched the aux away from that nigga so quickly and played your new favorite song. As soon as this nigga heard “Oochie wally bang bang” that nigga’s face dropped and he nervously started a conversation with you.

“So um, about last night, what were those um pictures?”

“Can this wait till we get to my house? I really like this song”

“Where’d you even hear this song”

“Can we discuss that later too? It’s getting to my favorite part”, he looked away and you sung along, “I’m in music, you in acting,so we keep that low profile, private and low key you know that is my type of style”. This nigga kept switching his focus between you and the road and just stared in pure confusion. When y’all finally pulled in the garage of your condo he beat you to the trunk of his car and grabbed all your luggage and even held the door to your building for you. What had suddenly gotten into this nigga? Was the Michael Bakari Jordan fearful?

Once y’all walked through your door he walked to bedroom, dropped your bags, came back out and asked, “So, now can we talk about those pictures?”

“Yeah, but first we need to talk about a few other things. First let’s play a guessing game. Let’s guess who this hip-hop pass around was talking about in this song.” You played “23” again staring at him as he stared at the floor. The song finished.

“Easy, Drake.”

“Really? Drizzy?” you asked with a scrunched face holding your hands trying to not catch a DV charge.

“Yeah, matter of fact I saw her at one of his house parties in November.” Nigga really thought he was clever.

“Damn, well this bitch clearly didn’t know how to spell Drake under TSR’s comments today”. You pulled the screenshots of her comment out and put it in his face. “SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU NIGGA!” You screamed. “I KNOW FOR DAMN SURE SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU BECAUSE WHEN YOU HAD JUST GOTTEN YOUR i8 I HADN’T EVEN WORE MY BLONDE WIG IN IT AND I FOUND A MOTHERFUCKIN’ BLONDE HAIR! AND THE LINE ABOUT Y’ALL FUCKIN’ IN A CAR PROVED IT EVEN MORE CAUSE YOU BEEN SLANGIN’ YOUR MEDIOCRE ASS DICK AROUND HOLLYWOOD AND PHILLY. MEDIOCRE DICK THAT FURTHER DECLINED IN QUALITY WHEN YOU CAME HOME TO ME. YOU CAN KEEP YOUR LIMP NOT UP TO MUCH DICK AND THE BASIC BITCHES THAT COME WITH IT. DON’T SAY SHIT TO ME. DON’T ASK ME ABOUT NO FUCKIN’ PICTURES, DON’T ASKED IF I FUCKED HIM BECAUSE NO I DIDN’T BECAUSE YOU DECIDED TO RUIN MY FUCKIN’ NIGHT BY CALLING ME. YOU FUCKIN’ COCKBLOCK.”

“Y/N, you know-”

“NIGGA GET OUT AND TELL YOUR FUGLY ASS SISTER NOT TO CALL ME BACK ON BS UNLESS SHE REALLY WITH THE SHITS”

“Baby them bitches meant NOTHING! I promise!”

“Odell—” Ooop. Bitch its EVIDENT who you were thinking about. A part of you said Odell’s name on purpose because you wanted that nigga to know how done you were with him. Once you said that, that nigga was fuming.

“BITCH WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?”

“BITCH I CALLED YOU THE NIGGAS NAME THAT I’M THINKING ABOUT. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE MAD ABOUT SHIT! ESPECIALLY AFTER THAT SNAPCHAT STUNT YOU PULLED WITH THAT HOE ASHLYN.”

“OKAY YEAH, Y/N I FUCKED HER LAST NIGHT BUT SHE SENT YOU THAT VIDEO WHEN SHE GOT AHOLD OF MY PHONE. BUT I’LL LEAVE! I DON’T CARE DAWG! YOU NEED ME! I DON’T NEED YO ASS! MAYBE IF YOU WASN’T SO BORING I WOULDN’T BE FUCKING THESE OTHER BITCHES” Did this nigga just magically forget all the connections that you’ve made FOR HIM?! Fuck the part about being “boring” you knew you were FAR from that. This nigga was set to be in a Ciroc commercial because you knew Diddy well because he went way back with your dad. This same nigga was able to be on Snoop Dogg’s VH1 show because Snoop considered you to be an actual niece. You were the only reason this nigga was able to say he knew so many Black celebrities. But all that was about to change as soon as that nigga left. You calmed down, walked him to the door and said, “If you say so”. “I’m done witcho ass. I paid for some pornstar titties and it’s time to go play with em.” You closed the door calmly. With everything that came out of that nigga’s mouth you finally realized what was wrong with him, he didn’t appreciate or value your presence, he was only still with you because he didn’t wanna know what your absence felt like.

You had calls to make. First it was Uncle Snoop and Diddy. All you had to say was he called you outta your name. He lost one endorsement. Then you called Dr. Dre, he still had some ownership of Beats, so he had a say in who was the face of it. That nigga lost an endorsement he was supposed to shoot for in a week. Then you called all of LA’s finest, from Nipsey Hussle to YG to the LAPD this nigga was a walking target. Your dad was well respected in LA so naturally the Bloods, Crips, and 5-0 would unite under your thumb. Then you called Pusha-T, this nigga could get all of hip-hop to hate one nigga at the drop of a dime. You have officially cost this nigga at least $15 million and potentially his life. You couldn’t careless, honestly.

You still had one more person to call and your night would exponentially better. Odell.

“Hello?”

“Hey, did your flight get delayed?

“No.”

“When you get home?”

“A few hours ago. I’m calling late be—”

“Its cool, I understand, you don’t have to let me down easy.”

“Odell, exactly what am I letting you down from?”

“Us, or a chance at us rather”

“See, you gotta let me finish my sentences. I was going to say I was late calling because I broke up with him.”

“Word?! Like forreal?”

“Forreal! Mister I think can read people’s brains”

“HAHA. You had me nervous girl. Damn. You gotta be quicker witcho points though. That whole miscommunication was on you.”

“You may have a point”

“Since I have a point how bout an invite to LA”

“Hmmmm. Consider this your invite.”

“I can be there Saturday”

“I’ll pick you up from the airport”

“Should I um, get a room at a hotel?”

“See I think there’s some sort of convention going on and I’m 1000% sure that every hotel in LA is booked. You don’t have to call and check either. Just take my word for it.”

“I think I know what convention you’re talking about.” The two of you laughed at your mutual understanding of what non-existent convention was going on. After you all sorted all the details he let you vent to him. You told him what you were feeling and why you were feeling it. You felt so at ease.

*Fast Forward to Friday Night*

You cleared out your schedule for the weekend and you were excited! You went to bed with butterflies in your stomach because you couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning!

#fanfic #michael b jordan imagine #erik killmonger imagine #odell beckham jr #black panther #nfl #man up

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penelxpebradley · 6 years ago

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Five times almost (Asher)

Five times almost…

I . Boston 2014. The bar is heaving and he’s resting against the pool table whilst she pulls the darts out of the board. It’s the third time they’ve played that evening and she’s lost all the games, which infuriates her even more than the fact that her fiancee is standing on the other side of the bar chatting with work friends and ignoring her. In fact, its the very fact that he’s ignoring her that has caused her to seek out another man to spend the evening with, someone to wave in his face, to make him jealous. She just didn’t anticipate that he’d have a personality and actually make her laugh. “Okay, last time. Come on. Fourth time’s the charm right?” she shouts over the music, prowling closer to him and trapping him where he’s resting. “How can you say no to this face?” she asks him, swaying ever so slightly from the combination of overpriced wine and cheap beer. He agrees to the game, the last game but he doesn’t move. He knows, can see on her finger the glinting engagement ring, can see the fact that she’s more than a little inebriated, but he doesn’t move and she doesn’t either. They hover, suspended in time, and she’s about to lean in when Andrew appears in the corner of her eye, looking more than a little perturbed by the scene in front of him. “Come on Pen” his hand is outstretched to her, and reluctantly she takes it. “Let’s go home”. She turns back once as they head for the door, his arm on the small of her back, and see’s him holding one of the darts in his hand, turning it over.

II . It has been raining, but not the soft autumn rain that features in romantic comedies. No this is the sort of rain that lashes against the window, screaming against the pains of glass and soaking people to the touch. The rain is not noticed by the two people sitting across the table from each other in the corner booth of the diner. It’s late, and for a moment she glances out of the window watching the crowds of people moving past, dressed in costumes of all shapes and sizes, children running around knocking on doors and adults disappearing down dark alleyways. Their plates are empty, the burgers having been demolished, and slowly the soft warmth from the alcohol she’d consumed earlier has ebbed away. He’s paying the bill, and she’s not going to argue with him. Instead they rise and move to the door together, him holding it open for her to duck out. “Well-” she starts, lingering in the light of the diner as she looks up at him. “I guess I’d better head home. But here-”. With a smooth gesture she shrugs off the shirt he leant her earlier in the evening, but he shakes his head. “Keep it”. She pauses, only for a moment and considers her options. Their evening had descended into almost a date, but she’s too hesitant to put words to it. For a second her gaze drifts down to his lips and she considers – just for a second. But then the nerve is gone. “Well…night then”. Quickly she loops her arms around him in a hug before pulling away quickly and cutting across the street back to her apartment, leaving him standing in the dim light of the diner.

III . They are ordering takeaway, a comedy movie playing in the background as he orders pizza, and she sips red wine, nestled on the sofa. She considers for a moment, briefly, and with a little chuckle to herself what had happened last time she’d had pizza and red wine with a friend, but pulls herself out of that thought before it can embed itself in her mind. Instead she watches him, pacing across the room, trying to explain the order, his tone getting increasingly exasperated with the clearly inexperienced pizza delivery operator on the end of the line. He disappears around into the kitchen and her gaze wanders back to the screen, watching but not noticing. When he returns he’s holding the bottle and is topping up her almost empty glass, and she looks up at him, beaming as he carefully places the wine bottle down on the side table. “Asher Lewis you are such an angel, I could kiss you”. The words are out of her lips before she can stop them and for a second there is a moment….then he straightens up and clears his throat with a cough. The pizza arrives 40 minutes later and they maintain a careful distance on the sofa for the rest of the evening.

IV . It’s noisy in the bar, music pounding loudly in the background as Cass gets in the next round of drinks, and they are discussing how much better the bar would be if they had a darts board, smug smirks shared in their private joke. When he returns, Cass barely pauses to drop the drinks at their table before he is off looking for Amy, wanting to wrap his arms around her. They are left alone at the table, and Penelope pulls a face as she watches Cass and Amy unite on the dance floor. “God, it’s enough to put you off PDA for life” she laughs, taking a sip of the beer that has been left for her. He joins in with her laughing a little too hard for her joke for her comfort, and reaches across to smooth away the beer moustache that has formed on her top lip. “That’s better” he comments, leaving his finger against her lip for a second too long. The song changes, the dulcet tones of Aerosmith filtering over the bar sound system, and perhaps its the combination of bad beer, terrible tequila and the feeling of something new in the air, but she decides to risk it. “Pen, get over here!”. Cass’s booming voice breaks into her consciousness, and suddenly she’s very aware that she’s in the Whiskey Barrel and is in danger of crossing a line. She jerks back, slipping a hand through his and dragging him to stand with her. “Coming” she calls back to the man on the bar floor, with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend, and tugs Asher after her over to them. They dance for another hour and then she makes her excuses and leaves.

V . It’s the night of the gala and he is looking handsome, so handsome that it makes her want to throw herself out of the window. She has arrived with Ian, but he’s off with some friends talking, and she’s been acquainting herself with the bar for far too long. They spoke briefly when she arrived, but that was hours ago and she’s been sitting with Owen passing slights back and forth over the shots of tequila. The clock ticks ever closer to midnight when she decides to visit the bathroom, and runs into him in the corridor. “Where are you off to?” she asks, pointing a manicured finger accusingly as she slurs her words, a hand reaching out to lean against the wall to prop herself up. “S’not my scene” is his response, short and to the point, and he’s about to turn away when she loops her arm through his and pulls him close. “I forgot to say” she tells him, her voice a strange stage whisper as she teeters in her heels. “You look very handsome tonight Asher Lewis – Verrrrrrry very handsome”. She reaches up to press a kiss against his cheek, but the alcohol and the stiletto heels are not a good combination and she slips, her lips grazing against his lips briefly where she had meant to kiss his cheek, and for a second neither of them moves. Then she stumbles back, bright red and giggling like a teenager. “Ooops?” she slurs, laughing to herself as she pulls off her heels and escapes into the bathroom. She wakes up the next day with a banging headache and no memory of the last two hours of the gala.

Ft: @cpl-asher-lewis @andrewxreed, @casskaykingston, @ianhenderscn, @owensfitzpatrick

#some of these are terrible and i lost the plot #but yolo #( ft. asher lewis )#( badly damaged but you're love's too good to lose → asher lewis )

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