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redcoralpot · 1 year ago
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Tougher Than Nails - Mike Schmidt X M!Reader
Warnings/Details: NSFW content, implied substance abuse, alcohol, cowboy!reader, hankie/cowboy hat code.
Summary: Mike goes to a bar downtown in hopes of getting his mind off of court, but instead finds something much healthier.
A/N: Everyone should thank my boyfriend for this idea; he's always the one that reminds me that I am technically a 'cowboy'. He saves a horse very often.
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Bars weren’t really Mike’s thing. Any alcohol he’s ever had tasted like crap, and becoming an alcoholic would just be another check on Aunt Jane’s list to prove to the court that he wasn’t suitable for custody. Hell, he swore her perfume was still clinging onto his nose hairs, and all he wanted to do was escape her. Escape reality, too. Mike remembered when his father used to do just that after Garret disappeared, drowning himself in the bitter liquid at night, his speech slurred. That’s why he was here, at a bar in downtown Afton, while Maxine stayed with Abby. He was desperate.
The building was crowded, delightful chatter and jazz music filling the air. Lights were strung along the wooden walls, narrowly dodging the black and white photos hanging by themselves. More customers squeezed in behind him; Mike frantically searched for any open spot in the room. Hallelujah– a single stool was left vacant near the serving counter, and Mike shuffled into it, shoulders tense. The bartender seemed to notice his presence, as she leaned towards the man, still shaking another person’s drink. 
“You’re a new face,” she rattled, “may I see your license?”
Mike fumbled with his wallet, sliding the card for her to see, “Uh, sure.”
“Right, you’re all clear; would you like to open a tab?”
A man cut in before he could answer, and for the first time, Mike got a good look at the person sitting beside him, “Just add whatever he orders to mine, Molly.” 
She shrugged, the key hanging from her left pocket jingling, “Easier for me.”
You chuckled, the brim of your hat covering your eyes. It was decorated with embroidery and leather, complimenting your purple button up shirt, though that was partially hidden by a black vest. Two hankies hung out of your back, left pocket, similar to Molly’s keychain. One was rust colored, but the other was a complimentary gray; Mike thought it was an interesting stylistic choice. 
“I’ll just have a beer, thanks.”
As the bartender turned, scribbling in a notebook, you inquired, “So, what’s a fine boy like you doing ‘round these parts?”
Mike grabbed the foaming beer that was placed in front of him, “I live nearby.”
“That’s not the only reason, is it?”
He hesitated to answer, instead choosing to take a long sip of the beverage. It burned down his throat, the flavor making his lips curl and his head a little more dizzy. Somehow, it loosened his will, and he found his lips moving without his permission. Your energy was just hypnotizing; he felt himself being pulled in.
“Needed a break from stress,” Mike admitted, picking at the glass’ label.
You cocked your head to the side, your hat tipping upward, “Just ‘cause you’re in a hole, doesn’t mean you gotta keep digging. Alcohol isn’t the cure to what you’re feelin’.”
“What am I supposed to do? Not even my medicine works anymore.”
“I go here for stress relief too,” you assured, downing a shot, “but not necessarily for the drinks.”
Your hand hovered over the small of his back, looking at him for consent. When he didn’t move away, you settled your fingers there, feeling a shiver run through Mike’s body. Some of the previous tension released from his shoulders, and he almost leaned back in relief. Many of the customers in this bar were paired with the same sex, unlike most of the movies he’d seen that included the subject. So, he supposed it wouldn’t look too weird if he did.
You elaborated, “People can be cruel, can’t they, sweetheart? Comin’ to a place like this, where everyone’s like me in some way or another, is a damn good bonus.”
“Like you?”
“Y’know,” you gestured to your handkerchiefs, “queer and such.”
He paused, “Ah.”
“You didn’t know this was a boy bar?”
Mike replied, “I kinda just looked up the closest bar to my house.”
“Good to know.” Your hand fell away from his back.
He almost chased it. Mike liked the feeling, the weight of your fingers pressing into such an intimate spot. However, he wasn’t tipsy enough for that, and controlled himself. He watched as you spoke to Molly, the lady’s eyes flicking towards him and back, and you slipped her the money needed to cover the tab. You tipped your hat towards Mike, a respectful way to put distance between you, before disappearing into the suffocating crowd. Molly side eyed him, sweeping away his bottle, before leaving as well. Mike swallowed, pulling loose skin from his bottom lip with his teeth. It was now, or never– perhaps alcohol wasn’t the only way, after all. You were right. 
Mike could still see the very top of your hat swerving above the crowd, and he trailed after it to the best of his ability. A random girl almost elbowed him in the face, and he was sure his shins would be bruised after tonight. Your shadow was reflecting in the glass door, growing fainter and fainter as you walked further away, your hips swaying. Mike pushed it open, the vision dissolving, and cold air stung his cheeks. The moon reflected off of car hoods, the only way he was able to see where he was running. His hand reached out and grabbed your arm, as you flinched.
Mike’s ears were red, probably from the alcohol, and you stared at him, “What’re you doing?”
“I don’t know,” was the only answer you got before your collar was jerked forward.
Your lips crashed violently with his; your teeth clicking as he struggled to pull you closer. Mike was still fisting your shirt as you brought your hands to cup his jaw and the back of his neck, trying to gentle the kiss. 
You mumbled against his mouth, “Better not be some experiment of yours, pretty boy.”
“Nope,” he whispered, the aftertaste of whiskey on his tongue.
His back hit the side of your car, and his hands moved from your collar to swinging his arms around your neck. Your knee found its way in between Mike’s thighs, pressing against his crotch, and his groan was swallowed by your lips. Mike whined when you trailed down, aiming instead for his neck. Dark marks and bites soon decorated the pale flesh, his blood dripping a contrasting splash of color. 
Tugging on his earlobe, you challenged, “Gonna come back to my place?”
Mike doubted he ever agreed to something so quickly.
The drive was long, too long in his opinion. Though, it was most likely only fifteen minutes, at most. Mike didn’t even have to walk up the driveway to your cabin; his legs were locked around your hips as you carried him through the door and up the stairs. He ground his groin against you, searching for any possible friction. You tossed him onto your bed, unbuckling your belt, holding it taut. The man in front of you wiggled back and spread his legs to make room for you. You snickered at how willing Mike was, considering his hesitation when you first met.
You regularly kept lube on the bedside table, just to be prepared for when you brought men home from the bar. However, this one was different in a way you had trouble putting into words, other than positive. His thighs shook as you massaged the liquid into his hole, a hand covering his mouth to prevent you from hearing his noises. Ah, now that wouldn’t do, would it?
In response, you tugged his hand off of his mouth, “Lemme hear you.”
Such pretty sounds from a pretty mouth, it was truly a shame. When Mike immediately went back to covering them up, you slid your fingers out of him, instead reaching for your abandoned belt. His eyes trailed after your hands as they bound his wrists together in front of him, almost akin to handcuffs. Mike couldn’t see much of your expression after your head dipped down, only the shit-eating grin playing on your lips. Of course, that was before you took your hat off by the crown and placed it firmly on his head, though it was a tad too big for him.
“Why don’t you keep that safe for me, sweetheart?”
For a second, Mike was confused. Keep it safe? Just what were you planning on doing? He felt a grip on his waist, right before his world spun around him, and the positions were practically reversed. The guard was now sitting on top of you, or more so your crotch, his thighs caging in your hips. Mike’s hair was disheveled and the light on the ceiling created a sort of halo around him, and fuck, did you think he was pretty. Only a few select people had ever gotten to wear your hat, and you could confidently say that he was the most beautiful in it.
You unbuttoned your jeans, letting your cock slip through the opening, “You ready?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
You had a grip on his waist again, slowly guiding him down. You didn’t thrust, didn’t force him to go fast, and allowed him his proper time to adjust, “How’s that feelin’?”
“G-good,” he shuddered, precum leaking from his tip, “think ‘m ready.”
“You haven’t seen the brunt of it yet, boy!” You grunt, thrusting the rest of you inside, brushing against Mike’s prostate. 
The man on top of you moaned, and the sound was so uncharacteristically loud that even he seemed surprised by it. Mike leaned down, resting his tied fists on your chest in order to keep his balance. His sweat dampened your collarbones, his drool smearing on your neck, and the pathetic excuse of a guard tried leaving kisses over the areas he could reach. You soon found a rhythm to your thrusts; groans were punched out of your throat on their own.
Mike could feel heat rushing through his brain, bringing tears that stuck to his eyelashes, covering any thoughts or hesitance he may have had before. That wasn’t enough for it– it spread like wildfire down his body, down to where your fingers were leaving bruises, and down to his red, leaking dick. Something deep was brewing inside of him, nothing he’s felt since his hormonal teenage years. Hell, he didn’t even have time to process it when you kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear that he’s such a needy slut; it exploded.
When he finally came to, he could feel his thighs twitching and your heaving, sticky abs below him. His eyelids felt heavy, and all he wanted to do was stay there with you. You were rubbing circles into his back, attempting to pull out, but a grumble from Mike made you stop. In fact, you were saying things, but it sounded muffled and far away. He took great comfort in your voice, no matter what you were talking about. It was getting farther and farther away, yet still managed to follow him into his dreams. For the first time since the incident with Garret, he did not have a nightmare. 
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rikiislvr · 2 months ago
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unavailable . 2 - nishimura riki
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pairing: afab!reader x nishimura riki
summary: fresh out a relationship with a heavy heart, niki seeks comfort in his best friend, not knowing you were falling for him
warnings: cussing
ps. read part 1 if you’d like! :)
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the next morning, you woke up first, looking down, you seen niki laid against your arm, dried tears stained his face, you couldn’t help but feel horrible for him.
you were knocked out of your thoughts from the sound of his phone buzzing on your nightstand, you reach over just incase it was his parents,
but no… it was ivy.
- 3 unread messages -
vy <3 : niki? it’s morning now.. can you reply?
vy <3 : i’m sry i ended things that way, i meant to do it sooner!
vy <3: pls can u call me?
you couldn’t help but scoff at the messages, you cared about ivy, but you would’ve never expected for her to do what she did, you were hoping there was a truly valid reason on why she ended things off 5 months into the relationship…
you look down as you felt niki shuffle in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open, he blinked softly before looking up at you,
“was that my phone going on?” he mumbled, you nod and handed him his phone, he read the screen and sighed, putting his phone down on the bed and laying his head back down on your arm.
“don’t force yourself to reply. it’s bullshit ki..” you reassure, he nods, “i just don’t know why.. she wouldn’t tell me when i asked.” he sighs, “what actually happened?” you say.
he sat up, making you sit up too, his pushed his hair back before clearing his throat, “we were walking in the empty park after we got dinner.. it was going fine, she was smiling and… i was laughing. we were holding hands. suddenly a change in her energy was shown..”
you tilt your head,
“she suddenly stopped walking and.. told me she didn’t wanna hurt me but.. she couldn’t do this relationship anymore. i tried to ask for more of an explanation but she let go of my hand and ran home..” he sighs.
you couldn’t help but shake your head, niki felt tears forming in his eyes again, “don’t cry ki… i’m so sorry.” you frowned, “how about we do something today? get your mind off things?” you try,
he nods slowly, wiping his eyes, you sighed again, you couldn’t handle seeing him this way, you quickly got up, “alright. you have to sneak out my window, go home and get cleaned up and come back, we’ll go do something fun okay!” you smiled, trying to break the sad barrier.
he chuckled at your consideration, he nods and got up, you helped him out your window before turning to your bathroom to get ready.
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you were waiting for niki to ring the doorbell downstairs, wearing a white skirt and a pretty pink sweater, you grabbed your bag before you heard the doorbell,
you quickly ran downstairs to see your mom opened the door already,
“niki! it’s nice to see you, i’m assuming you’re here for y/n?” she says, niki nods, your mom steps aside as you walk up to him, “hey,” you smile, “hi.” he replied,
your mom chuckled before closing the door, “okay so, where are we going?” niki cleared his throat. “sh! let me surprise you, you’re gonna have to put this on when we get somewhat close.” you pull out a bandana to cover his eyes.
he chuckled and rubbed his neck, “alright then.” he nods.
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on the bus, you two got a couple of weird stares due to him having on a bandana, but you brushed it off and dragged him off the bus when the stop arrived.
“i just tripped over so many people’s feet..” niki groaned as the bus took off, you two stood outside your favorite childhood spot.
it was a pretty park, a nice trail with so many flowers, and of course, the bench you two always sat on to do everything.
you lead him over to the bench, it still had the painted hand marks on the seats.
one pink hand mark, and one blue hand mark, you smiled to yourself. you two haven’t been here since highschool started, due to how much you’ve been busy.
“y/nnn.. take this off of me nowww.” he groaned again, you chuckled, “go on.” you smile,
he removed the bandana with ease, blinking to adjust to the world again, his eyes drifted around the familiar surroundings, and down at the bench. he smiled softly.
“gosh. we haven’t been here in so long.” he says softly, you nod, he aligned his hand to his old hand mark, which didn’t fit since his hands grew a lot from when you two were young.
you giggled and aligned your hand to your smaller hand print too, “damn, we’ve grown haven’t we.”
“i’m shocked no one’s painted over it or.. scraped it off.” he chuckled and sat down on his side, you sat beside him, “they better not! or we’ll just redo it.” you shrug,
niki chuckled to himself, he looked around, you couldn’t help but stare at him, the wind blew his bangs away from his eyes, giving you a better access to his full face, you couldn’t help but smile.
you felt so bad.
his heart was pure gold. it hurt to see him like this, you knew he was trying to put a smile on around you but, deep down you knew his heart was breaking..
him and ivy have been dating since freshmen year, you guys are seniors now.. so you can only imagine how bad this must be on him.
suddenly he looked down, and before you knew it.. he burst into tears.
your heart breaks.. literally.
“oh.. ki.” you frown and pull him in your arms, he sobbed softly in your shoulder, you closed your eyes at the sounds of his crying.
“i’m sorry..” you whisper, suddenly he lifts his head back up, looking at you with teary eyes, tears streaming down his face.
you instantly wiped the tears from his cheeks, sucking in your lips in guilt. “i should’ve waited until i got you out huh?” you chuckled awkwardly.
“no..” he shook his head, “i’m glad you did actually.. i feel…” he cut himself off..
“i feel complete being back here again.” he smiled, you smiled back at him, “ki?” you call, he raised an eyebrow softly,
“you know i’m always here for you? even if we grow up and.. meet other people. you’ll always hold your spot in my heart.” you reassure, he smiled softly and shifted himself,
he laid his head on your shoulder as you two stare out to the flowers.
he didn’t say anything, but you didn’t need him too.
you look down at him, you admired his face, his faint freckles, the way his hair laid on his forehead so nicely.
for some odd reason.. you felt your heart flutter, you quickly looked away..
no.. you can’t catch feelings for your literal best friend, especially when he’s fresh out a relationship. he needs a shoulder to lean on, not a new problem.
you cleared your throat, “should we go get ice cream? that always cheered us up.” you say, he nods and stood up slowly, lending his hand out for you.
you hesitate, niki noticed and tilts his head slightly, you clear your throat again and grab his hand before lifting yourself up.
“lead the way” you say, he nods slowly and you two began to walk in a comfortable silence.
you thought to yourself.. get yourself together.
now’s not the time.
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a/n: so do i keep continuing this ooorrrrr lmk !
taglist : @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet @bananna-12
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woso-dreamzzz · 9 months ago
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Camp II
Magdalena Eriksson x Child!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Your first time staying at Sweden Camp
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Sometimes, when there's an international break, you get to visit Sweden Camp.
You stay at Denmark Camp with Momma usually because you go everywhere with her but you get to go to Sweden Camp sometimes to visit Morsa and the other girls.
At first, it was because it was easier to stay in Denmark with Momma so you could go home to Germany together. When you moved to England and started living with Morsa, you still went with Momma to Denmark because it was what you were used to.
But now, as you touch down in Sweden with Morsa, you're a little confused as to why Momma has not come with you. It's a bit weird that she's getting a different flight to Sweden than you and Morsa but she must still need to finish packing up the stuff from the house in preparation for the big move back to Germany.
That must be it because you can't think of any other reason why she's not with you now.
You stew over it as the car pulls up and Morsa helps you out of the car seat and grabs the bags.
Cameras click as the two of you walk into the training centre, where Morsa gets the keys to the room she's going to share with moster Frido.
It's a bit different to the room she usually gets, you realise when she steps in. Usually, there are two single beds but now there's a double and a single.
That's a little weird but you think it must be because Morsa's used to sleeping in bed with Momma now and needs someone to lay with her until she falls asleep.
It's nice of Frido to go that before she falls asleep but you reckon they could have just put the two beds together to make a double rather than moving in a double just so Frido can help Morsa get to sleep.
"Morsa," You whine, laying back on her bed and kicking your legs," I'm bored."
Magda rolls her eyes, focusing more on unpacking all of your things so you won't have to live out of a suitcase until the flight to Australia. "In a little bit, princesse," She says," I'm just doing something."
"So bored!" You continue, rolling back and forth around the bed to show her just how bored you truly are," Do it later!"
Magda smothers her laughter, folding the last of your clothes and putting it in the dresser. "Alright, I'm done. No need to get grouchy!"
"I'm not grouchy!"
Magda laughs, rolling her eyes at you fondly before grabbing the key card. "Are you coming or not? It's time for lunch."
You're off the bed quickly, nearly falling over in your haste for food. You'd denied having any plane food during the flight because you don't like it so you're practically starving when you get downstairs, barely saying hello to everyone before you dart towards the buffet.
"She seems perky," Frido chuckles as she watches you grab a plate.
"She was very bored as I unpacked," Magda says," She'll run off the energy while we train."
"Morsa!" You call," They've got pasta!" You're trying to spoon spaghetti onto your plate but it keeps slipping back into the bowl. "Help, please!"
"Coming."
Magda's right of course. You end up running off all your energy at training, darting after stray balls and having a little practice session of your own with the other keepers.
That's what gets you to this point, sitting cross-legged on Magda's bed as Frido's in the shower.
You frown as Magda pulls out a towel and your pyjamas.
She's talking as she rummages around looking for something. "We can only have one story tonight," She tells you," Because it's late and it's going to take time to run your bath. Frido takes ages in the shower. I told her to start running it when she gets out, just so we've got a bit of a head start."
You frown deepens, a little crinkle appearing between your brows. "Why've I got to get in the bath?"
Magda smiles fondly at you, affectionately brushing a hand over your hair. "Because you've been running around all day and having fun. You're dirty."
That makes sense, you guess. You don't want to get on the plane with Momma to Denmark all dirty.
But the pyjamas confuse you. You don't want to get on a plane in your pyjamas.
You tell Morsa that too.
It's Magda's turn to frown now. "Why are you getting on a plane, princesse?"
You sigh. Morsa's being weird.
"Because it's too long to get to Denmark if we drive!" You tell her," We always get the plane to Denmark!"
"You're not going to Denmark."
"Yes I am! I always go to Denmark Camp! Always!"
"Well not this time," Magda says, sitting down on the bed next to you," You're staying with me in Sweden and then we're going to Australia for the World Cup."
You frown only gets deeper. "But why? Momma's going to the World Cup too."
"Well, we thought it would be fun if you stayed with me during the World Cup," Magda explains," You'll still see Momma but it just means that you get to come home to me and you can practice with Zećira. Is that alright?"
You think it over for a moment.
It's a little weird to not being going to Denmark with Momma but you think that it's okay because you have the Swedish girls instead like Frido and Zećira.
"It's alright," You say to Morsa," But do I really have to get in the bath?"
It shocks a laugh out of her. "Yes, princesse, you have to get in the bath."
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anthurak · 3 months ago
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Okay I’ve been meaning to talk about this since Mastermind dropped, but wanted to take some time to think about it first.
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Namely, that this line/development Andrealphus drops that “the heir (Octavia) is not yet of age” is… really weird.
Because as I’ve been delving into in my timeline-theory posts, it seems like we are looking at just under two years having passed since the start of the show (specifically, at least one year and nine months just between Spring Broken and Ghostfuckers). Which in turn means that, assuming there haven’t been any unmentioned retcons, Octavia HAS to be at least 18, and could easily be 19 at this point.
So then what exactly IS the Goetia age of inheritance then?
Furthermore, Octavia not yet being old enough to inherit her father’s position actually contradicts some things we’ve already heard and even some of Andrealphus’s own previous motivations.
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As in, if we go back to Western Energy, it sounds like the whole REASON he got Stella to call off the hit on Stolas in the first place is because Octavia was already old enough to inherit everything from Stolas, leaving Stella (and by extension, Andrealphus) with nothing.
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I mean think about it. If Octavia isn’t actually of age to inherit, as Andrealphus claims this episode, then he would ABSOLUTELY want Stolas dead because then he could just pull exactly what he does at the end of Mastermind. Even just going back to the start of this episode with Andrealphus and Stella, it sounds like all of their plotting and scheming (and by ‘their’, I mean Andrealphus because Stella clearly does not give a fuck) has been trying to get around the fact that they can’t simply kill Stolas, because then everything would go to Octavia.
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Not to mention this idea of Octavia already being old enough to inherit goes back even further. Just look at Stolas’s argument with Stella when he says “…and the only thing the Goetia wanted from us (a precautionary heir) is already 17, so it’s over”. Even if 17 isn’t the actual age of inheritance, the whole point of Stolas’s statement here is essentially ‘Octavia is basically old enough to be considered an adult so there isn’t any point for us to keep up this charade of a marriage’, implying that Octavia is at least pretty close to an age of inheritance.
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And going back even further to Octavia’s FIRST APPEARANCE in Loo Loo Land, the entire POINT of that episode, and really ALL of Octavia’s appearances since, was about Octavia and Stolas coming to grips with the fact that she is not a child anymore.
So, uh… what’s going on here?
Welllll… what if there are actually some SHENANIGANS at play?
As in, what if Andrealphus was LYING about Octavia not yet being of age? You know, like he was doing basically every time he opened his mouth in that courtroom? What if Octavia IS in fact of age to inherit everything from Stolas, and Andrealphus and Stella (again basically just Andre) have done some number-fudging to make it seem like she isn’t as part of this powerplay?
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Now admittedly there is one major wrinkle to this in that Stolas was standing right there to call bullshit when Andrealphus claimed Octavia wasn’t yet of age to inherit. That being said, it could be argued that Stolas was so mentally and emotionally overwhelmed by everything at this point that he didn’t catch it. I mean, Stolas forgetting about Octavia whenever Blitzo-related shenanigans/bullshit are afoot has been a VERY consistent trend all series, something we even saw this very episode.
Plus, since I also know some people are going to say that Andrealphus’s evil plan hinging on nobody looking too closely at Octavia’s actual age is extremely flimsy, let’s consider that the evil plan he enacted this episode also didn’t need him to TRICK SATAN either. Basically, I think it’s quite in-character for Andrealphus to suffer from classic Villainous Complexity Addiction Syndrome.
And you know, Andrealphus and Stella lying about Octavia being younger than she actually is as part of their villainous scheme could actually work VERY well, both narratively and thematically.
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Narratively, it provides an easy, straightforward failure-point for Andrelphus’s evil plan, while notably also not providing some magic-reset-button for Stolas’s own fuckups. His whole claim to Stolas’s power and position is entirely reliant on Octavia NOT being old enough to inherit, so if it were to come out that she IS in fact old enough, then everything would thus immediately go to HER and leave Andre completely screwed. While also notably not restoring Stolas’s own position and leaving the status-quo shakeups of him losing his power and position still firmly in place.
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Plus giving Andy-the-not-actually-a-sister-fucker exactly the reason to fly into an unhinged murderous rage to try and kill Stolas and Blitzo out of spite.
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And thematically speaking, given how Octavia’s whole arc as a character thus far in all of her appearances has been about coming to grips with the fact that she is not a child anymore, I think it would be rather fitting if part of her mother’s and uncle’s big villainous scheme was to infantilize her and try to pretend she is still a child.
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I mean they straight up had the villain call his sister “the wholesome parent”.
Not to mention that the show essentially pointing at the fans who have been really insufferable about infantilizing Octavia for the sake of ‘wholesome Stolitz family’ headcanons and comparing them to the villains sounds REALLY funny to me XD
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seoliee · 1 year ago
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LAD Men as Cats
Here again to serve pure fluffiness. I love cats and I love LAD Men. So, I thought, why don't I try to mix the two together and here we are.
Kind of weird to make my precious fishy; Rafayel into a cat though because he absolutely hates them.
Oh and no, Caleb in this one. I might make a separate one for him though like I did last time. I'LL STOP NOW SORRY.
What if they're your pet cats?
Word Count: 1.5k words
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��� RAFAYEL : Grey Birman
• Rafayel was a birthday gift from your best friend. You were immediately pulled in by his mesmerizing eyes that seemed to shine and bore deep within you. The first time you took him into your arms, he looks up at you with a guarded gaze followed up with a low growl.
• It didn't take long for Rafayel to get used to you and his new surroundings, his bursts of energy zooming all over the place that you sometimes can't keep up with him.
• Being an office worker and situated to work from home. You're always confined in your study and in front of a computer often leaving Rafayel on his own company.
• There was a time that you were in a zoom call with your bosses when Rafayel leaps up on your computer desk. He meows softly, trying to get your attention but you were far too focused on your work. He rubs the side of his face on your hand that rests on top of the mouse, and you returned the gesture by petting his cheek in which he purrs at.
• Rafayel walks in front of you, blocking your vision with his built and his fluffy fur as his long puffy tail glides under your chin in the playful manner. You excused yourself from the call and places him down. "Not now, Rafayel. Be patient." You gave him a quick pet before returning to your call.
• Being a very affectionate and somewhat mischievous cat. Rafayel wouldn't let that slide. He leaps up on top of a drawer where one of your mini ornaments were located, eyeing one of them. He heard you calling him, mouthing words that says 'Don't think about it.' So now you finally gave him the attention he wants. His paw gently hits the ornament off of the drawer as it fell down on the carpet flooring and he scurries away.
• After the call ended. You went to pick up the fallen ornament and much to your relief it wasn't broken. When you went downstairs, you saw Rafayel perched down on the armrest of your couch, his eyes on you. He jumped off, running up to you and rubbing himself and subtly wrapping his tail around your legs while purring. Acting as if nothing happened.
• You sigh, picking him up into your arms. You can't stay mad at him. "You're a very naughty kitty, y'know that?" You pull him into your arms, hugging him as he leans into your touch. "But it's part of your charm." Though, you still have to reprimand his actions by not giving him any treats in the next few days.
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— XAVIER : White Turkish Angora
• You arrived home from work only to see a puff of white ball on your porch. You slowly got closer, realizing it's a cat curled into a ball and sleeping. You crouched down to take a closer look.
• The cat wakes up, stretching its limps then looking up at you with narrowed sleepy eyes, blinking slowly. You were sure it would scurry away, but it didn't even moved an inch from its spot.
• You reached your hand out to it, waiting for it to do something, but it only watches as your hand gets closer, letting you scratch the side of its head and leaning into your hand which melted your heart immediately. The cat got up on its four legs, and goes to rub against you. There you noticed it doesn't have a collar on. You obviously can't leave it to fend for itself out in the coldness of the night so you did the most reasonable thing and let it inside. The cat immediately went over to your couch, finding a good spot and going back to sleep. It's as if it already owns your place, you think.
• The next morning. You visit the local veterinary clinic to get the cat checked. There, you found out it's a male cat. You made eye contact with him, silently apologizing for calling him a 'she' last night. The vet also said he doesn't have a microchip on him, but is a very healthy cat, adding that he's also very friendly and calm.
• Once both of you are home. You took decent pictures of him, deciding to make posters and spread it around the neighborhood in case he has a family. After all, he might've had a collar, but lost it somewhere. You heard a low meowing sound, switching your gaze down and there he is looking up at you expectedly. "You're hungry, aren't you?" You chuckled, going into the kitchen and him following you. You open the cupboard, taking out a can of wet catfood and transferring its contents on his bowl afterwards setting it down, allowing him to eat. You decide to keep him until his owners claim him. If nobody comes for him in a month, you're going to keep him.
• The next days were quite eventful. You came home to him waiting for you by the door, greeting you with a very happy meow which dissipates all your fatigue away. Ever since having him, you no longer felt lonely and you always looked forward to coming home. He always slept next to you, and wakes up at the same time as you. He practically follows you everywhere in the house which you found adorable and endearing.
• You sat down on your couch with him laying comfortably on your lap as you pet his fur. Instead of watching whatever is on the television, your eyes are on him. A thought came into your mind, and that's naming him. But, you quickly tossed the thought away as naming him would only make you more attached to him and by then, letting him go would hurt you than it should've. Your chest felt tight at the thought of losing his companionship. It may sound selfish, but you silently prayed that nobody would come to claim him.
• One day, you came home from work and as usual he's there at the door step waiting for her like he always does. You pick him up into your arms, then setting him down on the couch and kneeling in front of him. You open your bag to take something out and reaches your hands to the back of his head. You retreat your hands away, letting the light tag rest on his neck and engraved with the name 'Xavier'.
• Indeed, a month has already passed and thankfully, nobody came. "Xavier. Do you like that name?" As if responding to her. Xavier goes up to you and gently licked your chin, you melt and nuzzles against him which he reciprocates with a loud purr. You will no longer feel lonely with Xavier around.
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— ZAYNE : Black Persian
• Zayne was given to you by your cousin who told you she couldn't keep him anymore because him and her other male cat kept attacking each other. You, on the other hand have no qualms on adopting him. The thought of having a non-human companion is better than having an actual human.
• Zayne is a very quiet and aloof cat. Very quiet. At first, you thought that all cats are like him, but you watched a few cat videos where some of them would act like him, but have random bursts of energy at times and are playful. Zayne on the other hand, you looked at him at the other end of the couch, he seemed to mind his own business and is very cold.
• You tried to play with the toy stick with a mouse attached on the end only for him to ignore you completely. He didn't even spared you a single glance. You never thought there will be a time where your heart was broken by a cat. From that moment, you made a vow to yourself that you would make him love you.
• You started by inching closer, petting his head. At first, he moved away from your hand and ran off. But, you didn't stop and kept on trying until he would only flinch for a bit, but never run away. Though, he never purred.
• Then one day, you came home later than usual from work. To your surprise, you saw Zayne by the porch of your front door, as if waiting for you. You took him into your arms, snuggling him close. "You must've been worried. I'm sorry." Once they're inside, he jumped out of your arms and went back to his usual self. You only chuckled, this is the most affection you can get from him and you won't complain anymore.
• The next morning. You slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see what she always sees in the morning, but a tuff of black fur blocks your vision. Your heart warms and melts. This is the first time Zayne has slept on your bed and right next to you. Most importantly, he's purring. Your hand moves on its own and gently pets his head, he slightly opens his eyes, his gaze on you for a bit and went back to sleep, purring even louder.
Writing is very therapeutic to me. I can freely write down my ideas and let them unfold.
Thank you for reading until the end.
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decaying-enigma · 1 year ago
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[Space Core AU]
Danny could see it all.
Where the darkness meets the dance of light, a swirling canvas of stardust and celestial wonders—a symphony of colors, shapes, and energies unfurling across the infinite reaches of space.
Their radiant glow casting an aura that just beckoned him to join.
Cosmic tendrils weaved a labyrinth of star clusters, and stellar nurseries gave birth to new stars.
Nebulae shimmered with ethereal beauty, their wispy tendrils reaching out across the void like ghostly fingers.
Supernovae unleashed titanic explosions, scattering the remnants of dying stars across the cosmos in a dazzling fireworks display of light and energy.
Danny could almost feel it wash over his skin.
Black holes lurked in the depths of space, their gravitational pull so intense that not even light could escape their grasp.
Dark matter, the invisible scaffolding of the universe, weaves its enigmatic web throughout the galaxy.
He could hear the countless echoes, all worming their way into his being and, for a moment, pulling him closer and closer to...
""Danny!""
He fell back into his seat instantly, two arms holding him down, as Earth's gravity once again took hold of him.
Blinking rapidly, Danny shook his head, visions of stars and nebulae sliding away.
Yet not completely leaving his mind.
It took him a moment to remember where he was as he turned to Tucker and Sam.
They sat on either side of him, both having a firm grip on him with deeply concerned expressions on their faces.
They were all outside, at a table nestled in the corner of the (thankfully empty) park, and had been in the middle of eating lunch from a new cafe that Sam had wanted to try.
Or, at least, that had been the plan before he decided that gravity was just a suggestion.
"You okay, dude?" Tucker asked, a hand still holding onto him.
"I'm fine," Danny replied immediately.
But judging by the identical unimpressed looks on Sam and Tucker's faces, neither believe him in the slightest.
And rightfully so.
Though they did let go of him, trusting he wasn't about to start floating away again, they were ready to react if it happened again.
Danny sighed.
"I just got distracted for a second."
"You were floating away." Sam pointed it out, making little wiggly movements with her fingers. "Plus, your eyes were doing that weird galaxy thing again.
"That was just some dust," he lied half-halfheartedly.
She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, not buying that for a moment. "Yeah right. If we hadn't pulled you back down, you would probably already be out of the atmosphere by now."
"I would've noticed," Danny murmured, his eyes shifting to the side. "...eventually."
Sam huffed in frustration. "So not the point I was trying to make."
"They are super weird, though," Tucker agreed, then took a bite of his giant BLT sandwich. "But still cool, in the way they turn into terrifying black-holes that they look like the endless and cruel vacuum of space."
Danny stared at Tucker flatly.
"That makes me feel so much better."
"No problem!"
There was a brief silence, only for Tucker to put his sandwich back down, showing just how serious he was, and ask.
"But seriously, dude, are you alright?"
Danny looked down at the table, wanting to ignore his friends admittedly reasonable concerns, and absently twirled the straw of his ice tea.
But, eventually, he gave in.
"I already stopped by the Far Frozen to talk with Frostbite," he finally admitted. "Even ran into Clockwork, who was feeling strangely non-cryptic, and asked him about what was going on."
"So, what'd you find out?" Sam questioned, leaning forward, eager to hear what he had to say.
Danny snorted, an impish grin growing on his face. "Apparently, I don't actually have an ice core."
They both blinked in surprise.
The fact that Danny's core, practically the ghostly equivalent of a soul and a fundamental part of their being, wasn't ice this whole time and was actually something different was... a pretty big deal.
Sam asked, both curious and concerned, "So, what core do you have?"
"Frostbite called it a space core, or, as Clockwork referred to it, a piece of the Void." Danny rolled his eyes. "I'm like, 70% sure, he only called it that to be extra dramatic."
"So the ice powers were just...what? The first side effect before the weird eyes and the 'spacing' out?" Tucker joked with a grin.
Danny chuckled at the pun, while Sam groaned.
"Basically."
"Do you know what powers you are supposed to expect?" Sam asked, hoping they would catch a break this time.
"Not a clue," Danny said, shooting that hope down immediately.
Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Isn't there someone in the Ghost Zone you could ask?"
"It's, like, super rare; I mean, the only other ghost I know with the same core is Nocturn," he explained with an annoyed huff.
They both winced.
Despite not currently being antagonistic with the Ghost of Dreams, Danny and Nocturn's relationship wasn't anywhere close to friendly, even by ghostly standards.
And considering most ghosts could beat each other up, possibly even dismember one another, and still be willing to hang out later, that's saying something.
Danny sighed. "Yeah, I basically had the same reaction."
"Are you sure there's no one else?" Sam pushed, looking for a solution.
"Ghost Zone's a big place and leads to a lot of others, so probably." He shrugged. "But, even if Nocturn or someone else was willing to give me advice, it wouldn't help very much."
Seeing the confusion on their faces, he continued to explain.
"Frostbite gave me a whole lecture about it, but it basically boils down to the fact that, unlike most core elements, space cores express themselves so differently that there's no real set of powers that they share."
Sam slowly nodded, understanding showing on her face.
"So, while one ghost with a space core might be able to make black-holes, another might control gravity or even create stars," she continued, a hint of wonder in her voice.
Danny nodded his head in agreement.
"Hey, for all we know, you might get the power to twinkle really, really brightly instead." Tucker snickered loudly, with Sam quickly following.
Danny dropped his head onto the table, not sharing his friend's amusement in the slightest.
The snickers soon died off, as Danny continued to mope.
"It's probably not that bad." Tucker pointed this out. "You already learned to control the ice part of your powers; you'll figure this part out eventually."
"And we'll be right there when you do," Sam added, fully believing they would find the answer eventually.
"Hopefully not too close. Frostbite mentioned a few...unexpected stabbings the first time around," Tucker muttered under his breath, wincing as Sam punched him in the shoulder.
Danny rolled his eyes.
He wished that he shared his friends confidence in his abilities, but he was nevertheless grateful for the support his two best friends were giving him.
Thankfully, the conversation soon changed subjects from his potential new powers, moving on to talk about a homework assignment for school as they finished their lunch.
Danny made sure to pay attention this time, staying focused on the here and now.
Yet, even as he grinned from the sarcastic joke Sam had made, he could still feel the pull in the background.
He could hear the symphony of celestial bodies, the stars, the nebulae, and the infinite reaches of space in the back of his mind, all calling out to him.
Just waiting for the day that he would give in to the urge, and in the moment of weakness, join them forever and always until the end of time.
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kaylatoonz · 11 months ago
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Movie Amy Rose 06
Context:
What if Amy gets introduced through the sonic 06 plot line kinda…
I don’t really remember much from the 06 plot so to save me the headache and to keep this short (hopefully) I’ll highlight some things I would add to a loose adaptation of 06.
Two parter- I may not remember everything from sonic 06 but I do know there was a lot going on so yeah they’re gonna need this movie to be at least two parts
Elise and Amy from another world/planet- so for this story Amy would be Elise's adopted sister. Shortly after the flames of disaster were sealed within Elise, her kingdom had some concerns on how to keep the young princess happy to prevent the destruction that would awake from her tears. Those worries come to an end when a neighboring kingdom presents a pink hedgehog for the princess to keep as a pet. Elise was appalled by the idea, dismissing it entirely, stating that the pink hedgehog will be her little sister instead. Since then pink hedgehog, Amy Rose lives with the princess doing her best to keep Elise happy despite disagreeing with Elise not being allowed to cry. Things are going well with the two sisters until the kingdom is attacked by a known entity that’s after Princess Elise. Having no choice, but to flea the princess and Amy escape to earth to find help and refuge.
Sliver is a time traveler that was tip off by mephiles to hunt down sonic to save his future
No blaze… maybe- depending on if blaze is introduced before or after this story.
Amy is the one to challenge silver ideas- basically those scenes with Silver and Amy bonding and her defending Sonic when silver attacks him. Have Silver question if sonic is the trigger and if it is right to kill one innocent person to save the world.
Time travel shenanigans with silver and shadow
Shadow’s story (plus team dark maybe)
Sonamy no Sonic x Elise- I think everyone can agree that Sonic x Elise was weird and it most definitely be even weirder in live action. So let Elise be Amy’s wing girl while Sonic and Elise are just besties.
Amy is Sonic and Elise therapy hedgehog- Amy would definitely not approve of Sonic and Elise bottling up their negative emotions( even if Elise has a good reason for it) so she would try to help with that.
Amy takes the hit from mephiles instead of Sonic- Amy’s “death” triggers both Elise and Sonic. Elise tears release the flame of disaster while sonic rage and sorrow poisons the chaos emeralds (and himself) with dark energy. This is what mephiles need for his plans. (Don’t worry Amy is saved by the power of sisterly love instead of romantic love and the chaos emeralds).
Maybe super Amy alongside super sonic, shadow, and silver- I know it might be too much to ask but a girl can dream😭
Time reset- Although I hate time reset endings (especially after the troll hunter movie😡) I think it would be neat if they pull a “your name” ending between Sonic and Amy. Despite not remembering each other they find their way back to each other again. And maybe Elise and Amy could have a bittersweet goodbye with the time reset erasing their meeting too.
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mintaikk · 10 months ago
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Moments I Think Blitzø Realized His Feelings for Stolas, Part 3: Stolas's Chains
Imma just go in backwards order ig. Part 1, Part 2
Truth Seekers is what made me say, "Okay, fine, I ship it!" After denying it for 5 episodes. There so much juicy Stolitz stuff and Blitzø angst to analyze! Many people have done this already, but goddammit, I want a piece of the cake too! Won't analyze the hallucination though, that's veen done enough. But I'll analyze some parts!
Throughout the entire hallucination, Blitzø is being pushed around by the people he's had a romantic or sexual connection with in the past. Moxxie insults him and berates him the entire time, and we know he has sexual feelings for Moxxie (I feel like Millie isn't here because she's never shown hostility to Blitzø, so he doesn't see her as 'bad. Edit: It's bcuz he finally found a friend he doesnt want to fuck im so happy for him 🥺'). Fizz is here making fun of him, and thst was his childhood friend who he had a crush on, but it ended horribly (💌🎂🕯🔥). Verosika is his ex girlfriend and drags him around and gets into his face calling him "a selfish shitty shit fuck." Striker is there as well calling out Blitzø's lies to himself about wanting to do things alone, and that fits well because he asked Striker to join IMP, and we know he had some attraction to him. The point is, everyone in the hallucination is someone he has been attracted too, and they're all including him and dragging him around against his will.
But then we see Stolas and all the insults and berating stops. He simply just asks, "Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?"
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This is the only person Blitzø actually goes towards. He runs up the stares, trying to escape everyone else. Why? For comfort? Because they were there? Or because he wanted to go to Stolas?
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He looks at Stolas in awe, with his eyes wide and gasping. And then he starts crawling towards him.
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At first, he willingly crawls up the stares. He looks tired and energy drained, but he doesn't look angry. Maybe a bit nervous, but not angry. But as he gets closer, chains appear around him, and Stolas uses them to bring him closer. But he doesn't fight these chains. I looked up some symbolism, and apparently, chains can symbolize "eternal love and human connection" (from gatsbyjewllery.co.uk). But they also symbolize feeling trapped. I think this shows that Blitzø feels trapped by his emotions for Stolas, and like he's powerless against them. He's falling again, despite how his past relationships turned out, but he's still doing it again. And he's powerless against it.
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Look at him! He's not having a good time! He looks surprised and hurt and frustrated, but he still goes along with Stolas, because while Stolas is pulling him closer, Blitzø isn't struggling and still goes to him. I think it's multiple things here. He feels like he has to do it for the book, but it also goes back to his emotions again, and feeling powerless against them, and feeling powerless when he's with Stolas.
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Look at him. In the first image, he just looks nervous while Stolas holds a hand over his collar. But then, when Stolas tightens it, Blitzø starts blushing and looks both nervous and embarrassed. He's embarrassed because he likes it, and he has feelings for Stolas, but he also feels like a pet or a plaything. He's scared for the same reasons he's embarrassed; he likes it. If he likes it, that's a dangerous slope of falling again, but then leaving Stolas fucked up, and Stolas will see how much of a terrible person he is.
Ah, then my favorite part. The ✨️festhers✨️
Everyone in the drug trip dissappears, with Stolas (and Moxxie) disappearing into golden feathers. I think the gold feathers at this point symbolize the truth, which is why both Moxxie and Stolas disappeared with gold feathers. They've been calling him out on all the emotions he had buried, so of course they're the ones that change. But then, instead of going in the weird tornado thing, Stolas's feathers cling onto him.
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In the first picture, Blitzø is just noticing the feathers. He looks annoyed and angry and disgusted ("ew, feelings"). The chains are still on him, but without the actual chains. I'm sure that means something, but I can't figure it out. Maybe symbolizing hisblingering emotions??
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In the second image, he's now aware of the feathers that are there and is actiey swatting them away. He's grimacing and hunched over, clearly feeling vulnerable, angry, and scared.
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By this image, the feathers have taken over most of his body. He looks confused and angry about it, and they're covering his mouth. He holds his hands up like he doesn't want to even touch them.
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And by the last image, the feathers have fully taken over his body, and he's screaming in pain. If the feathers symbolize truth, and one of his truths is his feelings for Stolas, the feathers are his true feelings wrapping around his body until he can no longer ignore or handle them.
Later after the trip ends he says, "I have delt with one two many emotions for tonight, let's fuck these fuckers up!" There he goes, ignoring his emotions again with violence or sex.
This was supposed to be a short series, but my god, there is a lot more.
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leathfaic · 1 year ago
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Soap and Ghost have been a thing for a while, spending their leaves together whenever possible, holed up at Soap's place for the most part, only ever in Manchester when Ghost wants to visit his families graves and they don't want to drive back up that day.
When the call comes that there's been damage to his flat Soap has to leave alone, Simon is out on one of the solo missions they love to send him on. So all Johnny can really do is leave a scribbled note on his bed that he's home sorting trouble with the flat.
A few days later Ghost returns, a bit miffed when he doesn't find Johnny waiting for him on the tarmac or in his barracks. Price brings him up to speed though and the letter explains the rest.
Soap is surprised when he opens the door to Simon in his civilian clothes, hadn't even gotten a text saying he's back, "What are ye doing here ye bampot? Dinnae get ma note that the whole flat is a mouldy mess?"
"Though' you'd appreciate some help." Simon just shrugs looking a little forlorn on the doorstep, suddenly not sure if showing up uninvited was the right move.
Soap grabs his man and pulls him into the flat before the huge fucker can decide to bugger off with his feelings all hurt.
"Ah'd love yer help, juist didnae expect ye to want to spend yer time in ma mouldy paradise after juist returning from a mission. Dinnae exactly haeve amenities exactly, yeah?"
He really doesn't. The flat is a fucking disaster, the one above had a pipe burst while the inhabitants were on vacation, water leaking unchecked for days, it's a bloody miracle that the building is still statically sound. But all the moisture seeped in to the flat below. And when anyone thought of informing him for possible damages it was too late. There's barely a room left untouched. Soap's been sleeping in a nearby hotel, going through his belongings saving what can be saved before calling in professionals to clean out the mold.
There's no way he'll give up the flat, they both know that, it was his grandmother's before, getting passed on to him when she moved to a retirement home. It's where Johnny grew up, his nan taking him in when his parents gave up on him.
So Ghost helps Soap sort out the mess, save what they can save, which luckily includes a lot of priced memories, but they know that pretty much all furniture is a loss. Floors, walls and ceilings will have to be redone too. Be that as it may they spend the rest of the day to also takeling care of the other reasons Soap can't just let a crew of cleaners walk in too. All traces of him being anything but a normal soldier carefully erased, packed up, hidden.
When they crash at the hotel late at night Johnny is still restless, the way he gets when some bug mission is about to start.
"Didn't know furniture shopping for your fla' would get you tha' riled up, sweetheart."
It's meant as harmless teasing, of making Johnny focus his energy on him and getting it out.
Instead the other man seems to dial it up, is not just squirming but also biting his lips now.
Fuck, he hasn't seen him like that unless whatever is about to go off is deadly serious.
So when Soap turns to him Simon stills, waits for the catastrophe that clearly is about to happen. For everything to come crumbling down around them, because that's how his life tends to go.
Instead, with the smallest voice he's ever heard on the man, Johnny makes his world fall into place like it never has before.
"What if we were nae getting stuff for ma place but rather, ye ken our place?
Our place.
It's rare that anything manages to make Ghost freeze anymore. But this? This does it.
He only shakes himself out of it when he sees panic and regret well up in Soap's eyes, can't have that after all. Mouth still not willing to obey his command he drags the other man into a crushing embrace, burying his face in the shower-damn mohawk.
"I think I'd like tha'." he mumbles eventually, his voice all weird and off, gruff from fighting the all the emotion but soft from the love that punches itself clean through all his defenses.
In his arms Soap drains of all tension. Mission accomplished no reason to be nervous now.
He falls asleep in Simons arms like that, deep breaths softly caressing his chest.
Ghost lies awake, his heart pounding a steady rhythm of excitement now.
He's going to go shopping with Soap tomorrow.
For their place. For their home.
Wild joy mixes with perfidious apprehension, parts of his brain refusing that this will really happen, convinced that Soap will wake up, having thought better of it.
That home is a concept lost to him. He is the Ghost for a reason after all.
He doesn't get a wink of sleep. His mocking of Soaps nerves ringing hollow in his ears.
Instead he braces himself, ready to meet the rejection head on, not let it show on his face, makes himself cold as ice.
"Ye look like we're heading to war not to keek at stuff for our home, love."
The armor of ice built meticulously over sleepless hours melts all at once.
"You really sure you want to share a 'ome with me Johnny?"
"Yeah Simon Riley, ye big daftie, think Ah'd nearly piss ma pants and ask ye, just to pull a fast one?"
For the second time in as many days Ghost shrugs helplessly, no defense of his a match for the things Soap makes him feel.
The man knows him too bloody well too, drags him out of the hotel room and gets them going. Let's actions speak over words. A language that works far better for Simon.
Who finds himself in store after store full of furniture, wallpapers and stuff where he comes to find that maybe he is not equipped to handle this.
Part 2
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blue-sadie · 1 year ago
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Truly Broken
Ascended Astarion x Reader
Summary: with the new power he's gained he doesn't realize the things he's lost in till its to late
Warning: reader death dn = daughters name
Based off this post by @wilsonsmadshow
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It was all done the mission was a success and astarion became ascended but something started to tug at your heart, you didn't know what it ment and you dreaded that.
The days following you've said goodbye to your other companions and stuck with astarion who's been acting weird not his usual flirty self.
Instead he was becoming more arrogant and snappy when I ask him something even his affection was turning cold.
"Are you coming to bed astarion" I asked as I rubbed my eyes tiredly and leaned against the wooden doorframe.
He just stared blankly at the wall ignoring my existences "astarion" I murmured a bit louder as I slowly walked to him lifting up my hand to touch him.
My hand wavered I pulled back, this was the first time I ever was nervous to touch astarion I took a step back and cleared my throat to get his attention.
He sighed with annoyance "what is it" he snapped his piercing eyes turning to stare deep into mine, his gaze was different it wasn't filled with affection and love instead it looked like dispar and hatred.
"I-I asked if you wanted to come to bed" I said changing my stance out of nervousness under his gaze.
He rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to the wall "no I don't think I will" he muttered my heart clenched he's never directed his hatred to me maybe somethings bothering him.
"What's wrong astarion" I asked and slowly got closer to him "what's on that mind of yours" I slowly sat of the edge of the arm of the chair he was sitting on.
"Nothings bothering me tav" he snapped and brought one of his hands up to his face and rubbing his eyes.
"I can tell,something is" I whispered and gently lifted a hand to place on his shoulder, he jerked away from me and pushed me to the floor harshly.
I squeaked in pain as I hit the floor "don't you know when to fucking stop" he yelled standing up over me, my body began shaking in fear.
"I told you to leave it and you kept annoying me" he growled stepping towards me making me crawl away with each step.
"Maybe the reason I don't want to go to bed is because your there" he muttered "you repulse me with every fiber of your being" he spat making my heart break.
"You don't mean that" I whispered making him laugh like a mad man "oh trust me darling I do, I've finished my use of you so you can leave" he mocked and pointed at door.
"W-what" my eyes filled with tears "do I need to speak clearer get the fuck out" he shouted, the tears started to fall as I nodded slowly and got to my feet shakily.
"I-if that's what you want" I snuffed and slowly making my way out the room only for a stopping for a brief second hoping he would change his mind.... but he didn't.
I only packed the essentials in a bag before quickly making my way out not daring to look at him once.
my tears blurring my vision even though he hates me I still live him and want him happy If he wants me gone then do be it.
I looked down at my slightly bulging stomach and layed a gentle hand on it, at least a small part of the old him is still with me.
-Time skip-
I raised my hand to my daughters face slowly wiping away her fallen tears "d-dont go" she cried her long grey hair falling into her face.
I smiled sadly "you remind me of your father" I coughed as I felt my time running out "of how we were when we first me" I thought back to all the great memories we had together.
"I love you dn" I whispered with my last remaining energy and slowly closed my eyes as I felt myself slip away.
Dn caught your hand as it feel and kept denying your death as her sobs grew louder "please no" she cried and brought your frail body up to hers "please mom" she sobbed.
Her cries caught the attention of the vampire her mother waited for everyday, astarion peered around a tree.
He bored his teeth already to pounce when he paused catching a wif of a familiar scent his mind whirled trying to figure out who it was.
"Are you ok" he asked stepping out from around the tree into the light, dn jumped at the sound and scurried to wipe her face.
Astarion froze as he saw your body and he felt the pain he felt all those years ago when he left you.
"Y-yn" he fell to his knees "who are you" dn asked stepping infront of you blocking his gaze and he finally looked at her and gasped at the resemblance he saw.
"A-astarion" he whispered dn looked astonished her sadness turning anger, she knew who he was you never kept the knowledge of her father from her.
The only thing you left out was why he left you "you have no right to be here" she muttered shoving him back.
"You were never here so don't think you can mourn her now" she shouted and kept pushing him back in till he was up against the tree.
"She waited for you and you never came" she anger started to turn back to sadness.
Astarion watched and his heart broke as he started to remember the words he said to you and he watched as dn went back to your side turning her back to him.
He chose to leave you and now he's getting the karma he deserves.
"Karmas a bitch"
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rexisan · 4 months ago
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it’s winter and the air is cold in Gotham, but that doesn’t stop Tim.
... I'm gonna take this opportunity to play around in my Sentient Gotham AU because I can and I need to delve into the weird cryptid energy.
Cold and Gotham were synonyms in Tim's mind. She was a frigid bitch on a good day and she hated him so that's why he specifically got directed to Freezes new hideout on the coldest day on record so far. He talked him down! With no backup! Yay!He's on his way back, with no casualties or damage except Tim's core temperature. The problem is he's cold his skin is pulling where his scars are, and he wanted to be warm so bad.
Oh, and he's mad at Gotham. But he's usually irritated with her for some reason or another. But nowadays, he doesn't have to feel her as deeply as he used to. No more icy claws digging in his skin, reminding him that she kept him close, not out of love. But out of fear. He doesn't feel it anymore, though. All he feels is Jason's heartbeat and sometimes very strong emotions. He sat beside a frost covered gargoyle, feeling similarly to it in many ways, closed his eyes, and let himself.. expand. It was hard to explain to the others, except Jason and Cass, how it worked or felt. It felt like he was losing part of himself, but gaining so much more. His eyes burned, and he knew distantly they were burning white, Jason told him once, but he wasn't Tim, not Red Robin. Right now, he was the ghost.
The only part of him reminding him he was Tim, was the burning, constant thrum that was Jason. Tim followed the bond, wanting to make sure Jason wasn't too busy before he hunted him down.
Jason was cataloging his weapons, seeing what he needed restock of, writing it down to give to Tim later. He was deep in the Nest where Tim made him his weapons room, where him and Roy sometimes tinkered.
It's when he felt it. The feeling was similar to when Gotham and him talked, the cool phantom touch, but it wasn't parental or.. distant in the way she was. This touch was visceral, feeling like ice curled around his heart, cupping it gently. Tim was playing ghost.
"Cmon Birdie, come back to the Nest," Jason said to the 'empty' room. He felt fingers in his hair and ice on his cheek before the feeling vanished. Leaving naught but goosebumps in its wake.
Jason left the room to go up to the shared apartment. Not sure what to be expecting from his bird but knowing Tim needed him right now.
Tim climbed into the Nest blindly. He could probably navigate the entire city blind if he wanted to. He shut the window and redit the traps. Following the only thing keeping him going, the warm heartbeat that wasn't his. He peeled off his suit, leaving it scattered behind him until frigid fingers curled into a soft worn shirt. Jason nearly jumped when Timmy plastered himself bodily against Jason. Tim was freezing. Jason turned and wrapped his arms around him cooing softly.
"Oh Birdie," he breathed into his hair. "Let's get you warmed up and you can yell at me about what happened later."
Tim just gripped him tighter. Jason his last lifeline to humanity love of his life, the only thing keeping him from losing himself to the cold and the city.
Jason his heart.
He was warming back up.
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lavendermunson · 2 years ago
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dress | steve harrington x fem!reader
+18. theatre date night. fingering, dirty talk. babygirl and daddy as pet names. cum eating.
Steve loves when you take him to the theatre to watch a ‘weird’ movie. There's a few people in the room, he makes you sit down behind everyone, away from the screen but not to far back so you can watch the movie. The reason? he found himself in awe of you when you showed up at your front porch with that tiny dress, when he opened the door for you to get into his car and drive to the mall he watched the bottom of the dress lift up and he could swear he saw your panties,he bit his bottom lip so hard he was able to get a silver taste from the blood.
Now that he has you all by himself in a dark room, his hand starts to get close to your thigh and between your legs, making you squirm. A couple of popcorn got to the floor but you didn’t care much, his hand started to go up as his face got closer to your neck to leave hot pecks and lick your skin ferociously.
Your thighs close involuntarily when his fingers get to the newest but familiar wet spot on your panties, you can feel his smirk on your neck because he never stopped kissing you. He starts rubbing your clit making the wet spot bigger.
"Such a needy girl, aren't you" he gets so turned on by your soft an quiet moans "Oh yes be quiet babygirl, i don't want you interrumpting the movie" his raspy voice makes your toes curl, your legs open up as his fingers move your panties to the side and his kisses go up to the soft spot of your neck, right under your ear "Needy baby, feels good?"
"Stevie, p-please" you go shy on him, mouth parted and unable to speak up at the same time your cheeks grow red and hot.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Finger me, please finger me”
His smile gets bigger, sending a warning signal to your tummy.
"Baby, baby, baby" he shakes his head "you are a fucking dream"
His fingers play with your wetness for a couple of seconds and he digs two digits into you, moving them in and out of you with a slow pace.
"F-fuuuck" your words come out as a whisper, he gets even more frustrated and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, making your dripping cunt feel like burning.
"You are so hot baby, look so pretty too" he whispers in your ear as you moan quietly, the thought of being in a public space was so hot "you wish it was my cock, princess? you can say it and i can flip your word in an instant"
"Y-yes, i- wish it was your oh fuck cock" you slurred your words, your chest coming up and down as you try to breath but it was impossible. Steve knew how to get you whimpering for him, talking dirty sweet nothings while he fingers you silly and kisses your neck. He starts to rub your clit with this thumb, making sure you feel as good as ever.
Your back melts in the seat, your mouth a perfect shaped "O" he sees you and his eyes turn into hearts, you are the prettiest girl he has ever seen and the fact that you let him all sorts of hot things to you drives him crazy. His hand reaches your jaw, holding your head up and squeezing your cheeks with his fingers.
"I’m going to c-cum, p-please oh daddy let me cum" a new hot wave of air comes at you, jolts of energy circle back and forth from your tummy to your pussy, the back of your neck sweating as you try to hold on.
"You can cum babygirl, do it for daddy" as your body relaxes you he squeezes your face harder, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you untie the knot on your stomach releasing all your cum in his hand "dirty little baby, you are doing so so good"
Steve gets his fingers out of you and tries to collect every drop, he takes his fingers to his mouth and sucks his hand, the squeaky noices of his saliva mixing with your juices makes you even more horny. He cleans himself and locks eyes with you while doing it, this man is going to be the death of you.
"Baby, you did so good" he takes your hand and pulls you into his chest, you sit on his lap while he runs a hand through your back and gives you a calm massage. Your legs still shaking, he notices it immediately "you okay?"
You hide in the crook of his neck, rubbing your nose against his skin.
"I want you to fuck me"
He takes no time in getting up, you follow him as you run towards the exit of the theatre and into the parking lot.
"My seats fold all the way back"
"Perfect"
little blurb because im hot and high lol. didn’t even proofread but ill do it in the morning 🥰 stay tuned for part two
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inthepeakymidwinter · 2 years ago
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Professor (Thomas Shelby x Reader)
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Summary: Reader finds out that her professor harbors major feelings for her. Steamy moments ensue during midterms. (There will be a part 2) Word Count: 1041 TW: College/University *Story is unedited for the time being* -----------------------------------
It had been an eventful first semester during my senior year in university. I was prepping for my midterms at 9pm on a Saturday when I heard a soft knock on my door. I got up from my bed that was cluttered in papers, notebooks, and highlighters. I walked to the front door and checked through the peephole. To my surprise it was Professor Shelby. Someone I’ve had the pleasure of being in a weird relationship with. I’ve often caught him staring at me from across the class during lectures. He’s invited me to stay after class sometimes to go more in depth with our lessons. Occasionally he peppers in a few flirty lines as he teaches. I’ve had good grades in his class, and I never needed the tutoring, but he was too intimidating to say no to. Even though a large part of me never wanted to reject him in the first place. I tried to brush off what he said last week when our hands touched accidentally. I spent my entire weekend trying to forget his words.
“I can’t stay away from you Y/N”
I shivered as he placed his hand on top of mine. We stared at each other, and my mind went blank. I inhaled deeply and went back to writing notes in my notebook once he pulled his hand away.
For him to find my dorm room was an utter and possibly criminal surprise. I couldn’t think of any reason not to open up the door, but my heart was racing, trying to leap out of my chest. I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened the door, preparing to meet those oceanic blue eyes of his. When I opened the door I was met with an empty space, Professor Shelby nowhere in sight. I peeked my head down the hallway and saw him walking in his black coat, trying to exit the building. In my head I cursed myself out. I waited entirely too long. Instead of going back into my room and hiding, I decided to make a run for it. “Wait!” I screamed down the hallway, begging to catch up. Right before he made it to the exit doors I saw him turn around. He had a half smirk on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Professor Shelby” I panted, completely out of breath.
“Thought you weren’t home” He spoke quietly. “I shouldn’t...be here”
“You’re right” I smiled.
He handed me the flowers and stayed in the moment. We both hung onto the flowers for what felt like an eternity, just to look into each other’s eyes. “Professor…why are you here?” I asked.
“I wanted to give you something. For midterms” He sighed and looked at the floor. I smiled at him and placed my hand against his cheek, almost forcing him to look back at me. “Come with me” I invited with a warm energy. He shook his head.
“Y/N, I can’t. I don’t need to get you in trouble. You’re already enough trouble as it is” He commented. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I did my best puppy dog eyes for him. “Please professor it won’t take long I promise” I begged him. Professor Shelby ran his hand through his jet black hair and sighed. “Alright come on then” He replied, making me smile even more. I walked back quickly to my dorm room and felt very grateful that my roommate wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night.
As soon as I opened the door and let him in, I made sure to lock it behind us so no one would know. I walked to our small kitchen area to fetch some tea.
“Would you like some tea professor?” I asked politely. He shook his head.
“That’s not what I want” He commented and walked up to me. As he got closer, my body stopped itself against the granite countertop. It was as if we were centimeters apart.
“Professor I-“
“Let me take your mind off of things for a while, eh?” He smirked and brushed his hand against my face. I nodded my head and blushed incredibly hard.
“Professor Shelby I thought you said you couldn’t-“
“Couldn’t what? Make you feel good? I never said anything about that princess” He flirted.
My heart leapt out of my chest, probably for good this time. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I went against what my brain told me and leaned in to kiss him. It felt like bliss, his lips were soft and his cologne had a clean but smoky fragrance to it. It was intoxicating being around him. He reciprocated the kiss, this time catching a small bit of my lip with his teeth and softly tugging it. No one has ever pulled a kiss like that off so well, only in the movies. We broke apart for a few seconds to look at each other once more before I wrapped my hands against his neck and crashed my lips upon his again. This time as we both kissed, he slowly entered his tongue into the mix. As he did so I was alerted by both of his hands sliding down and reaching my ass. He lifted me up quickly and placed me on top of the counter. He deepened the kiss and started feeling up on my ass, pulling me even closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. I moaned out through each kiss and Professor Shelby moved into a new routine. He kissed from my lips down my neck and started to suck on really sensitive areas of my neck. I started moaning out each time I felt him suck and lick my neck. He playfully bit and sucked multiple spots then worked his way back up to kiss me on the lips once more. When we came up for air he looked at me different.
“What?” I asked him.
“I’ve never heard such beautiful sounds from you…and I’ve never seen you so flustered” He grinned.
I blushed even harder from his remark. “I may or may not have a thing for you Professor Shelby”.
“Oh trust me Y/N…I know” He assured.
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lemongrablothbrok · 1 year ago
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Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love - Earl's Court 05-24-1975 Part 17
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Okay, listen up people, Zep-heads, Jimbert shippers especially, because this video is un-fucking-believable in so many ways, and all of them good ways and I have a lot to say about it, mmkay? To start out, we have the boys coming out to do an encore, and Robert just...reclines on the platform thingy like the decadent demigod he is and eats whatever he's eating while Bonzo, the most laddish member of the group, in a fluffy robe, no less, declares that he finds football to be "a load of bollocks". Robert, almost certainly the most effeminate member of the group (I guess one might be able to argue that Jimmy - with his delicate features and willowy physique and soft speaking voice - might be a little more effeminate, but that's neither here nor there, the point still stands, and that point is that Robert is a pretty pretty princess), stands right up to defend the sport that he's so passionate about (side note: anyone know why he says "soccer" and not "football"? Because I can't think of another British person who calls it that. The first few times I heard him use it, it was during interviews with American interviewers and/or for American TV shows or publications, so I thought it was just for clarity so they know he's not talking about American football, but this is a concert in Britain with, I'm assuming, a mostly British audience. Anyone know why he calls it that?).
The song kicks off with Robert and Jimmy doing, as I referred to a few days ago on a post featuring a gif from this performance, "backwards humping", or, "the bisexual secret handshake". They are so shameless in their weird ass public courtship display that you might just miss seeing Jonesy's beautiful smile in the background (and if you do, take that video back a few seconds and freaking look at that gorgeous smile. You'll thank me later).
When we get to the first chorus, Robert freaking throws one arm around Jimmy's shoulder, pulling him close to share the microphone, and I shit you not, Jimmy's foot pops. And if that weren't enough, Robert pulls away for a second just to look at Jimmy's face and smile, only to pull him in closer again. Get a room, you dorks. Then when the second chorus comes around, they have the stupidest lovesick smiles on their faces, which are so close together they can probably taste each other's breath. Then Jimmy sort of pushes off with this shoulder nudge and one of them (Jimmy, I think? I sounds like Robert, but Robert's already in the middle of a drawn out vocal, so I think it's Jimmy) gives this soft little grunt/sigh/suspiciously sexual sounding noise. They spend a moment doing a short rendition of (I think?) James Brown's "sex machine" (worth noting/remembering here that Led Zeppelin have their own tribute to James Brown in "The Crunge", a song that gives off all the bisexual energy that's considered safe for human consumption), and then...then...
...we get to the theremin segment. The motherfucking theremin segment. The climax, if you will, of this entire performance. The part where Jimmy and Robert have hardcore sex right there on stage, right there in front of their audience, at least half of whom is probably male, and the vast majority of whom at least claim to be heterosexual, since this is the 1970s and there's very real consequences in store if you're a dude who goes around telling people out loud that one of the main reasons you go to Led Zeppelin concerts is to see and hear obscenely beautiful men fuck each other's brains out. Or even admit that you're aware that's just what's going on on that stage. Yes, this is the part where Jimmy does incredible things with his hands and long slender little fingers that make Robert moan and scream like a particularly horny banshee. Look, there's no getting around it. Even before I shipped it, I had to acknowledge (if in kind of a jokey-jokey way) that, wow, Jimmy is really dedicated to seeing how much and how hard he can make Robert cum. And Robert, in turn, is doing everything he can to let Jimmy know just how much and how hard he's cumming. Which is very much, and very hard. Some things to note are the way Robert not only mimics the sounds that the theremin is making, but also some of Jimmy's gestures, like when Jimmy puts both hands up in the air and then we see Robert doing the same. Meanwhile, the rhythm section are doing their thing, John Paul Jones' bassline providing the sort of bow-chicka-wow-wow type soundtrack to this auditory gay porn. Also, around 5:45, you can hear the bass do something that sounds an awful lot like "Achilles' Last Stand", which at this point hasn't been written yet, but that particular riff has been and will be used in concerts for quite a while before ending up in said homoerotic epic.
What really, really gets me about this performance, though, is what happens at around the six minute point, when Jimmy goes to grab his guitar back from offstage and Robert just has this look on his face. He's saying "ooh, ooh," slowly sauntering in Jimmy's direction, looking straight at him, his eyes filled with what can only be described as pure lust. This part isn't for the audience. Most of the audience can't see Robert's face with the direction he's facing, and those that can are too far away to be able to see it. He's not faking this. He's not pretending to be horny or desperate to be provocative, not in the look he's giving Jimmy, anyway. I'm not sure if the look in his eyes here is one that can be faked. Oh no. He feels it.
And then Robert gets back to singing, "Feel a little lonely, in the middle of the night. I need you darlin', to make things alright." And who is he looking directly at as he sings this? Just take a wild guess.
tl;dr: Robert and Jimmy are about as subtle as a rainbow fireworks display spelling out "WE'RE BISEXUAL DISASTERS IN LOVE"
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happybunny999 · 1 month ago
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A MetaOmnipotence godlike being in the universe!
Ben 10 alien force various x fem reader part 1
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The galaxy and the multiverse/Omniverse was always a home to me as I spent most of my time watching over both outside of everything and outside of the whole universes and no I haven’t left my domain in a very long time(since the moment I was born outside of everything) and that yes, I protect and help the multiverse/universe for over 4.5 millions years( for how long the earths been around) but I nevertheless been able to interact or talk to anyone from outside my domain and haven’t explored the universe since I am very shy and anxious of people and other creatures and would prefer to just silently help and keep them safe from any and all harm but I am what others would call benevolent and caring to others and who would never attack or harm someone or something unless I am threatened or confused  
And that doesn’t stop dangerous creatures from trying to destroy/conquer a thing called ‘planet’ they were after and I have had to step in an stop them and saving the planet over and over again for years but I never aged from my prime age from a baby to a 15 year old girl despite watching over the whole solar system since the dawn of time
I mean yes I’m not kinda alone metaphorically since a have an inner god named Bia (which means powerful force and raw energy/power) she almost looks like me but with curly hair and white eyes and looks like a phantom, a human like she’s here she can touch,protect,talk sometimes,and can do things other creatures can do but she’s sometimes not here. Oh, and that she is always there for me in the very beginning and would keep me company but she as only shows up to either talk to me or tells me what is happening inside the universe but most of the time she is there to just protect me and give me any power and abilities I need for any reason and situation that have or may occurred that need my immediate attention even though I am more then capable of defending myself but she protects me nevertheless 
Everything was going normally just the same thing as usual.
Until it’s wasn’t
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I was watching over the multiverse and keeping track of 100 of my time pieces that was next to me with one I was holding in my right hand when a strange,big,red portal opens up near me an I am confused because nothing should be able to even reach me from my pocket space so when I saw the strange portal I started to get very confused and cautious as I stared at it
Bia had formed next to me and told me to be careful and she doesn’t know what’s behind it at all the tone in her voice made me even more nervous because Bia was always stoic and straight faced only was stern when something was very serious so already I was on edge with be uncomfortable and anxiously eying the portal
But before I could ask any more questions the scary portal starts to rotate in a circle and it was pulling me towards it as I scream,beg,reach out and call for Bia to help me as I am pulled close to whatever or whoever this portal was taking me as my time pieces were suck into it
Bia quickly formed back into my soul(she is my soul like my other half of me that keeps me safe when I am unable to do myself) as the strange and scary red looking thing takes me away from my pocket space and to somewhere else as my visions faded to black
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I slowly opened my eyes a little bit my sight blurry and unfocused as I feel lighter for some reason I tried to move but can’t realizing that I’m in a crystal that is falling towards something at a fast past like a shooting star or even a giant meteor full of raw and destructive energy and force
The crystal I was in started to fall fast with each second and I started to feel heavier and the motion became stronger and much different then before as I try and open my eyes fully and turn my head with much difficulty but at the small corner of my left eye I could see tall and strange looking thing, weird and swirly lines and something’s colorful as all of my hour glasses scattered across whatever this place was
Before I could even think of what I was seeing my crystal like cocoon smashed into one tall see-through like object and breaks into millions of pieces and cutting me an the right leg and the left side of my body as I continue my fall to whatever a ‘ground floor’ was?
I was half awake when I hit something hard and solid and once I did it created a massive,intense and destructive force of energy and explosive that caused about 50 or maybe more tall objects (building) to collapse and crumble to pieces making many creatures (people) to start screaming and yelling as the explosion echoes across the whole world and possibly much further beyond the multiverse as I black out for the third time
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Slightly Opening my eyes and seeing scary and unfamiliar silhouettes around me along with pieces of my crystal all around me and the extremely large hole I created
fear and pure instinct took control at that moment as my eyes shot opened and I grabbed one of the strange creatures by the throat and side kicked another as the third one screams and runs away as I look at the one I was holding by the throat and threw whatever they are through the air and they hit the ground hard as the second one was trying to get up from where I had kick them so using my powers I kept the second from standing up
Looking around I saw the third one running away and that worried me so I summoned my lasso of absolute power and honesty and I caught the creature and brought them to the ground with extreme force from where I was to up top of crater as my hands trembled and my eyes frantic with uncontrollable uncertainty with the need to know where I am
With shakily(and hurt) legs I cautiously and on my guard approach the creature that was tied up in my lasso my grip on the rope tightened slightly as I got closer my cloak covering my eyes and half my face making it harder for anyone to see it even if they squinted real hard it would prove pointless as my extremely naturally (or unnaturally) long pink hair hangs loosely to both sides of my head down almost touching the ground but not entirely as I completely ignoring the pain in my side and leg
But before I could take another step forward the creature at the corner of my eye I see a pink circle light comes flying towards me and I quickly jump back a few feet away bringing my lasso with me and letting the strange creature go in the process as they got up and ran away screaming in terror
“Who and what are you doing?” A voice yells out to me
Following the source of the voice I turn my head and see a famine looking creature with reddish-orange and long hair(not as long as mine) and green eyes also with pink light in her hands as she glared at me
Feeling scared and also sensing that there is more then just this famine creature here I get into a fighting/battle stance and summoned my rising power sword and prepared to grab my lasso when the time comes since both of my sword and lasso along with other of my weapons that I created for myself because Bia always told me to be ready for anything even if I’m scared
The girl like creature started to throw pink light at me but I dodge them all and instead of using my rope I raised my hand up and high kinetic energy blasted from my hand and towards the girl like creature as she tried to block it with a force field but my attack was too strong and her force field shattered to pieces and she was flown back and hit the below ground
“Gwen!” Two unknown voices cried out in anger and worry that startled me as I wipe my head around fast enough that I might a broke a bone as I stare at two new creatures that both look very angry and disbelief written on their faces
There standing a few feet away from me was two more creatures the look like males(to what Bia told me) one was taller then the other with black hair and black eyes, pics could be seen formed the shape of his shirt and with a scowl on his face next to him is another male creature but this one was smaller then the other and the feminine girl creature wearing dark blue pants, black shirt and green and white jacket,brown hair and green eyes to which he was also glaring at me with a strange thing on his wrist
“Get away from her!” The much taller and bulky creature yelled out as he touched something called ‘ground’ and began to turn into that substance of solid mass and charges at me fist ready
I blocked and dodged his attacks before giving him a strong kick to the stomach as he groaned in pain and took a few steps back to recover from the kick I gave him
“Who are you creatures?” I asked extremely confused by the situation and I was beginning to feel my powers taking into a defensive mode to try and protect me as I feel my anxiety and nervousness getting worse and my hands glowed with immense power and uncontrollable fear at this weird place
A pink light grabbed me and lifted me up in the air making me even more scared as my eyes began to glow a magenta color and beams shot from my eyes towards the three unfamiliar creatures and the jumped out of the way as I landed on the weird looking ‘ground’ and slowly got up and try to think of a way to escape from the situation with terror in my expression as I shaking ready my magic
But as I was about to summon another attack the creature in green slowly raised up his hands and spoke gently to me to calm the situation down
“Hay, hay it’s ok we won’t hurt you” he spoke softly as his allies were at his side looking at me cautiously at who and what I was and to be honest I was just as confused as they were but that didn’t mean I was letting my guard down so easily
I take a few steps back, hands raised up at an attempt into a defensive stance warning them to stay back as the pain in my side and leg started to catch up to me but just a little as I stumbled a bit but continued to hold my guard
The three trio looked at me in both shock, to realization, then worry once the saw that I was wounded and scared
“Hay are you ok? Your hurt” the one in green said eying my wounds with worry in his tone
“Where am I and who are you creature” I asked keeping a good distance from them and still had my hands up defensively but still wanted to get some answers
“You’re on earth and we’re human” the much taller creature said his arms crossed as he stood there
I stood there confused about what he said ‘humans?’ ‘earth?’ I had never heard of that before so I raised an eyebrow at them and moved even further back completely confused and still on my guard
“Huh? What are you talking about? What is earth?” I asked not understanding what they are saying and making me even more suspicious and confused
The three looked at each other before turning to me again their eyes narrowed in confusion as well
“What planet are you from?” The creature with reddish-orange haired asked
I look at her confused and by this point I had slowed my sword and put my lasso away and stopped attacking them and just looked on with a straight and shy face
“What are planets? and wait! Where are my time pieces!?” I said realizing that my time pieces were nowhere to be found and had completely forgotten about the wounds on my leg and side as I began to run back to the huge crater I made a looked around and saw millions of my crystal shattered around the place but to time pieces and that made me panic
The other three creatures came running behind me after I had ran back to the massive hole I made and looked at me shocked and on guard as they saw how panicked I looked and was practically running around the huge hole and digging through the dirt and getting small cuts from the smaller crystal shards on the ground
“What going on what are you looking for?” The taller creature asked with raised eyebrows
“My time pieces where are they! I need to find them! where are did they go!?” I said my anxiety starting to get the batter of me as I start to get panic attack and my hands start to shake uncontrollably
“Hay! are you ok!? Slow down you’re gonna hurt yourself even more!?” The green one yelled out quickly approaching me and putting a hand on my left shoulder with a worried expression an attempting to calm my frantic nerves
“I need to find my time pieces! they fell with me I need to know where they are!” I frantically say as I fell on my knees my mind going into overdrive trying to think of where they could be
“Hay calm down for a second it’s okay we will help you find whatever your trying to find”
“Th-thank you” I am grateful that these creatures are gonna help me but I still don’t know if I could or can’t trust them but I guess only time will tell
“But first can you tell us your name and why you attacked these people?” The black haired creature asked
“Oh-oh right sorry My name is Y/N L/N and I’m afraid I can’t tell you who I am right now because I’m still am suspicious and confused about this place and I thought those creatures were threatening enemies” I said pointing at the now wounded creatures on the ground and the other who is still unable to get up off the ground because of my magic/power “ I thought they we’re going to attack me when they had surrounded me when I had woken up
“They were looking to see if you were ok they wasn’t going to hurt you also Can you please let the human go please and we are called humans not creatures” the (human) girl asked as she came closer along with the bulky one too
“Oh-right I forgot I’m sorry, here I will let him go now” I let the so called human go and he ran away
“So who are you ‘H-h-humans?’ Anyway if you don’t m-mind me asking” I struggled with the word (human) and felt a little bit embarrassed that I attacked some creatures that were just trying to help me and it made me feel sad and embarrassed about my actions towards them
“My name is Ben and this is my cousin Gwen and our friend Kevin and it’s good to met you and I wished we had met at better time Y/N” the human named Ben said as I smiled at them shyly
“It’s nice to met you all and I really sorry for the mess I caused earlier”
“It’s ok, come on let’s go get you a med kit from Kevin‘s car and some new clothes for you to wear too” Ben says trying to hide the blush on his face as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly
I look down and finally realized the wounds on my side and on my leg as well as a few cuts and how my godly dress is torn underneath my cleavage and slightly around my waist too but I was more focused on what he said
“Clothes? Med kit? Car? What are those? Are they weapons?” I asked tilting my head to the side in confusion
“Um…no they are not weapons I will explain everything once we get you some bandages” Gwen replied walking with Kevin to the car while Ben took my hand as we walked away from my destruction
(This is going to be a strange adventure I guess)
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(Wow this took a long time to make but I am hoping that you like it and if this gets a good portion of likes, I will keep making more)

 


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You and Connor were on your way to a party the other assassins were throwing. Connor didn't want to go there at first, but after much persuasion, he agreed. He didn't enjoy these things very much, and he didn't feel very comfortable around so many people.
You followed the forest path that the assassin knew like your shoes. Although she was not enlightened in any way, that did not hinder you in any way. You were holding his hand and talking to each other. 
Connor told you about his clan's Halloween customs and the creatures called wendigos that were originally supposed to be in these woods.
Some parts of his story were quite creepy, especially when the wendigos were the first people who became monsters eating other people.
You were halfway there when you heard a strange growl. You automatically approached Connor. It didn't like it either. No ordinary animal sounded like that. And even though he knew what it could be, he didn't want to scare you unnecessarily and instead hoped you'd escape it.
You walked on and the growling stopped for a moment when it sounded again and with it, two lights appeared in front of you, glowing eyes.
They were slowly getting closer to you and the growls were getting louder as well. Soon the monster in front of you took shape. It was a black tall creature with an animal skull instead of a face, sharp teeth and antlers.
An eerie energy radiated from him that sent chills down your spine. Connor pushed you behind him to protect you. Over his shoulder, you saw the monster tilt its head slightly to the side before drawing its sharp claws.
The creature in front of you lunged at the assassin, but he slightly pushed it away. You knew Connor was strong, but this surprised you. The two fought, tugged and tried to beat the other.
The monster was growling at you, but you had the impression that the assassin was growling as well. As they were engaged in battle and their powers seemed to be balanced, they slowly moved closer to you.
You backed away until you tripped over a stick and fell backwards. You didn't even bother and rather shuffled off to the tree, where you probably wouldn't disturb them and where you felt safe.
As you fell, the assassin turned to you for a moment, and you were taken aback by the sight alone. He looked as if he had partially become the same monster he was fighting.
After some time, Connor finally overpowered the creature and it fled back into the woods in fear. You had the impression that the assassins would have preferred to chase after her, but instead, he stayed. He turned to you and walked closer to you. He crouches down to you and stops.
That was the first time you'd seen him like this. Two horns grew from his head, which reminded you of bison ones. One of them was broken. His whites were black and his irises shone gold. 
His mouth was half open as if he wanted to say something when you noticed his inhumanly sharp teeth. In addition, his fingers were blackened, as if burned, and looked more like claws.
Despite all that, however, you earn concern and fear in his eyes. It wasn't the eyes of the monster you thought of, but the eyes of your friend.
"Are you hurt?" he asked worried but even though he wanted to make sure you were okay he kept his distance.
"I'm fine" you replied and before he could react you wrapped your arms around his neck. His skin was cooler now, but his heart was still warm. “Thanks for saving me,” you added, kissing his cheek.
"I... Um..." he was speechless and even in the darkness you could see how his cheeks darkened. You had been together for a while, but these little gestures always got him. "Am I not scaring you?" he then asked nervously as you pulled away. He still looked weird, but he didn't scare you.
“Not at all,” you shook your head. “I'm just curious if you'll ever tell me about it,” you said calmly. You didn't want to pressure him in any way. He must have had his reasons for not telling you.
“Thank you,” he smiled weakly before looking at you. "You know I would never hurt you?" he asked vulnerably.
"I've known that for a long time," you replied and took his hand. “It's just that this is kind of new,” you hinted at his appearance. Connor just nodded his head that he understood.
During the journey back, the assassin turned back into a human and talked about himself and the fact that his clan was all Wendigo. He even told you about how he lost part of his horn.
It was when Charles Lee and the other temari wanted to find their village. He refused to tell them the truth and so his horn was broken. Even then he didn't say anything to them and they stunned him.
In addition, he mentioned that the person who attacked them could have been someone from his village. This is what they become when they lose their humanity. After that, they become real monsters that are aggressive towards absolutely everyone.
It was completely new to you, but you knew and told him right away that you would never allow something like this. You will be there for him and whenever needed, you will remind him why he should not give up his humanity.
You listened to him and whenever you sensed that he was getting sick of talking about it, you squeezed his hand to show that you were there for him.
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