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rogertaylorsprettyvoice · 1 year ago

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(roger taylor x y/n)

No lock in the studio

tw: NSFW and explicit language!

word count: 2,790

tags: fem! reader, big age gap, unprotected sex, sex in the work place, dirty talk, sassy roger, quickie, oral sex (giving), penetrative sex, nipple pay, aftersex care

You're 24, you work as a sound engineer for a famous label but you didn't realise today would be the day you'd be left alone in a studio with Roger Taylor.

Peter. I need to find Peter, you think to yourself. You're frustrated and it shows. I'm not a fricking secretary. You're walking through the hallways of the studio looking for the sign S-16 on the door. It's the best studio in the building, which makes sense because Peter is very respected here. It's also the furthest and the longer you're walking, the more annoyed you are. You're really hoping he's alone in there right now. The whole reason why you're walking in the first place is because he cut his phone line off. He really hates to be disturbed.

After hopping for a good 5 minutes through the endless hallways, you finally find the said S-16 door. If he was recording right now, the big red sign above the door would be on. You still discreetly check though the small round window and only see him sitting on his chair, his back turned to you, so you knock.

"Come on in.

- Peter, I'm sorry to disturb you, but Carl is out there fuming about god knows what and obviously he sends ME because I've got nothing better to do than run around like his secretary."

He looks amused, which is reassuring for Peter, but you quickly understand when you hear someone coughing behind you. This day isn't getting any better. You sigh and turn around only to find a familiar face smoking a cigarette on the couch behind the door. It takes you a minute to realise who's standing up to greet you and you feel embarrassed for showing your bad temper in front of a client, especially this one.

You know you should get used to meeting artists and act professional but you weren't expecting to meet Roger freakin Taylor.

He smiles at you and you proceed to shake hands.

"Y/N, please meet Roger, Roger, this is Y/N, our very promising sound engineer.

- Very promising, you say? Nice to meet you, Roger greets you.

- Well, I wouldn't go that far, but it's a pleasure to meet you Sir, you smile back trying to keep it cool.

- Sir? God, don't ever call me Sir, I'm not that old, am I?"

Roger and Peter laugh while you stare in disbelief. You stutter and try to take it back but they seem to forget about it when Roger sits next to your colleague. It took you only two minutes to embarrass myself and insult the greatest drummer of all times, great.

"Y/N, what does Carl want that is so urgent?

- A client is freaking out up there and he thinks it's your fault, but this is all I could understand before he sent me off to fetch you like his little pet."

Now, Peter looks pissed. He gets up from his seat with little to no conviction and says:

"I think I know what this is about.. Rog, let me go check on him really quickly. I'm sorry but Carl can be a real pain in the ass sometimes and he won't let it go unless I come find him."

Roger nods and looks understanding. Peter proceeds to go out, so you start following him outside, eager to watch him put Carl back in his place, but a voice stops you.

"Y/N, can I ask for your opinion?"

The drummer looks at you from his seat, waiting for an answer, but all you can think about is how Roger Taylor wants your opinion.

"I'm sorry, he adds sarcastically, I should have called you Miss, I knew I was moving too fast."

Your laugh lights up the room and the tension you previously felt vanishes.

"Much better, thank you, Sir."

Gosh, he looks handsome when he smiles. And when he doesn't smile. Or when he laughs. Of course, you know who Roger Taylor is, you've seen him before on pictures and on the telly, but now that you're face to face with him, you only have one word on your mind and it's gorgeous.

He doesn't look like he needs much to look good. He's wearing a plain white shirt and somehow looks like the most beautiful man on earth. Although, you have to admit that the way he's wearing it, rolled up sleeves, not fitted, with a button that shows a little more than it should, is very suggestive.

"I would like you to hear this demo I recorded with Peter. I think it's missing something but I don't know what."

The music resonates in the studio and you carefully listen to the arrangement. It's got a rock vibe, with a bit of grunge. For a full two minutes, you're focused on the song, so much that you forget about Roger's presence. The music stops but you hit play again.

"Listen here. Great beginning. But how about you take out some of the guitar harmonies to have a much clearer sound in the first verse to build it up towards the end."

Roger frowns and nods, he is focused on what you're saying. You go on about rhythms, musicality, what adjustments he should make to your opinion. He looks surprised, like he didn’t expect you to be invested like this. When you're finally finished, he gives you an impressed look.

"Now I get what Peter meant when he said promising."

You're flattered but can’t hide your smile.

"How long have you been a sound engineer?

- Well, I'd say for about two years.

- Two years and you talk just like Peter.

- That's because he's kinda my mentor and he's the reason why I came here.

- Wait, hold on, how old are you?

- I'm 24, you were not expecting him to get personal with you this quickly which makes you smile.

- Shit, I'm way out of your league then."

You both look at each other with a hint of challenge in your eyes.

"And you're like what? 40? you tease him.

- Try 36, he takes out a cigarette and stares at you while he breathes in.

- I don't mind, you say, looking straight in his eyes with a smirk.

- You don't mind?

- I don't mind, no, you say with a softer voice, never breaking the eye contact."

You don't understand how the mood shifted so quickly, but the room is now filled with an invisible tension. His eyes linger on your body and lurk you up and down. You love how he doesn't even try to hide his attraction to you. He fully looks like he could devour you right now.

You stand up from your seat to come closer to him and sit on the corner of the control table. You're only inches away from each other. His leg is slightly touching yours and this simple friction is almost too much to endure.

You're looking at him from above but his stare makes it so hard to maintain. His gaze is burning your skin. He’s sitting down, full of his cocky attitude, looking up with his doe eyes.

"I think that Peter, you pause, might be coming back, you almost whisper.”

He stands up and slowly pulls you closer with every word he says, his eyes locked into yours at all times.

“Yeah, he says, I think he’ll be back soon.

- We shouldn’t stand so close to each other, then.

- No, you’re right, we shouldn’t.”

But he doesn’t move. If anything, the tension makes it hard for you to not get any closer. His face is only a moment away from touching yours. His eyes, his piercing blue eyes, move between the tip of your nose and your eyes because you’re so close that he can’t even see your lips anymore.

A warm feeling arises from your lower back. It’s his hand, placed on your Venus dimples. It tickles you, very slightly, and the feeling grows on your stomach. The warmth climbs to your chest and shrouds your bosom.

Roger’s raspy voice suddenly brings you back from wherever you were mentally. You almost forgot about where you were.

“What should we do? his hand slowly lingers on your body.

- Maybe, lock the door? you ask with a smile.

- Or maybe not, says Roger.”

He loves the surprised look on your face. There’s something in his eyes - he’s provoking you. It’s impossible to look away, you are entirely focused on him and start to feel dizzy from the heat. His hand, previously placed on your lower-back, embraces your hip while finding a way under your tee-shirt. You shiver. His hands feel so cold on your burning skin.

With his other hand, he lifts your chin up then cups your face to get a good look at you. He tucks his fingers between your ear which makes you feel the need to gently rub your cheek against his palm. The scent of his perfume mixed with cigarettes completely takes over your analytical judgement; you give him one last look before you lose yourself and lean in, gently placing your lips on his.

Your hands find a way to bury in his neck while his right palm brings your hips together. The kiss is slow, very slow, so slow but so wet. It didn’t take you long to find the way to his pink muscle and yours are now dancing in each other’s mouth. Fingers buried in your hair, tongue caressing yours, pelvis pressed against his very tight pants; it’s almost too much to bare, you want more. No, you need more, you need him whole.

The kiss escalates quickly, making you whimper at how well he explores your mouth. His hands linger around your body, teasing you by caressing your sensitive breast, although he doesn’t yield to your moaning; he seems to like to torment you by grabbing you everywhere else. The feeling gets too overwhelming. You find your way to his shirt and start unbuttoning it until his chest is bare. You sense him smile against your lips. He must like your initiative.

He pulls you out. You instantly feel the need to reconnect with his lips.

“I want you so bad, doll.

- Do you want my mouth too? you say with your doe eyes.

- It’s already mine.”

The heat in your lower stomach migrates to your inner thighs and you can’t ignore the wetness anymore. Your hands brush his chest until they find a way to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. When you look down, you wonder how his pants did not explode. It’s so big you can’t wait to feel it inside of your drenched walls. But you’ve got something else in mind for him.

You kneel. He stares at you from above which makes him sexier than ever. He grabs your hair into an improvised ponytail. You take his member with your hand, slowly lick every inch of it, bottom to its wet tip, before shoving it in your mouth. Roger groans and lets go of the tension. You start moving a little bit, your hand follows your movement and you let your tongue play with it. It feels so freaking good. How can it feel so good? It’s unreal.

You look up to find him already looking down on you, mouth open, eyebrows frowned, wild blonde hair that he keeps pushing from his face. You want to hear his voice again, so you really shove it, deeper, until you feel it in your throat. The most beautiful sound comes to your ear while you’re trying to stay still. You would be moaning so loudly if he wasn’t in your mouth.

“Love, may I help you with my hand?”

You know exactly what he’s referring to because the grip on your hair gets tighter. You nod obviously, eager to see a glimpse of dom Roger.

You resume your sucking and moaning. You’re so dirty, he says, and with that, he thrusts his hard cock deep into your throat. You’ve never been taken care of like this. He’s intense, but not too quick, enjoying your wet mouth between each thrust. You can’t ignore it anymore; you’re drenched.

He gives it a little more strength before he finally pulls out. You can finally breathe. You hadn’t realised you couldn’t, you were too focused on the way he filled your mouth. You’re both panting - not for the same reason though.

“Come here, Y/N.”

He helps you back up, but doesn’t spare a second to pick you up and place you on the edge of the control table. He undresses your lower body, throwing your underwear in the room, and you lift your shirt to unravel your perfect tits, as he says.

“Roger, please, I need you in me, you whine.

- Fuck…”

He brings his hard cock towards your entrance and moans at the wetness of it. Slowly, he goes in while leaning in to kiss you, but you can't stop moaning, even against his lips. For a second, he intensifies the kiss and goes as deep as he can inside of you. You grab him by the shoulders, by his neck, ready to exhale due to the pleasure but he surprises you when he starts going faster, deeper, and groans while he fills you in really good. He grabs you by the back of your neck and goes faster. He doesn’t miss one opportunity to make you scream.

He slows down and locks his eyes into yours. His movements are like torture. So slow. The wet sounds fill the air and mix with your heavy breaths. He resumes kissing your lips then slowly goes down your neck. Oh my God, he's so hard. You're so hard, Roger. His lips go down and finally find their way to your breast. He licks your hard nipples and you let out the loudest moan while he's fucking you good. He licks them again and grabs your tits in his hand before whispering in your ear:

“You're such a little cunt…”

You don't think you've ever been this wet at the sound of someone's voice. Roger just knows how to make you horny for him and the thought of being his little cunt makes you so aroused that you forget how to breathe properly. The thrusts fill you again, and again, and again before you eventually feel it coming; your hands grab tightly onto him and you desperately look for his eyes before you manage to say:

“I'm coming, Rog…”

The world stops turning for a second. But he doesn’t stop. He’s harder than ever and your mind is completely empty. Your stomach tightens as well as your inner walls The air has left your lungs and your heart just might come out of your chest.

And then the tension just explodes in a loud moan. He's still going hard, frowning his eyebrows and you suspect he's not too far either. Every movement he gives you is like an electric choc that makes the pleasure last longer. It's like a wave of relief that takes over your whole body. You take his hand and place it on your tit before locking eyes with him.

“Don't stop looking at me, you tell him.”

He doesn't. In fact, he's as deep in your eyes as in your pussy and he feels like he's losing control over his own body. He’s going fucking crazy. Absolutely feral for you. He gives you a few more powerful thrusts before he pulls out and spits his thick semen on your stomach. You hear again his raspy voice groaning and he finally stops moving.

His forehead is pressed against yours and for some reason you both can't stop smiling. He leans in and kisses you, softly this time. His lips are so soft, gosh.

Roger helps you clean up and picks up your clothes on the floor to help you with that too. How was this man a literal beast moments ago and acts like the sweetest man alive?

You're both fully clothed now, cheeks still pink, and he takes it upon himself to make your hair look presentable. Roger grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him.

“I wish I had more time to actually taste you. You were so wet for me.”

But you don't have time to answer because you both hear footsteps approaching, and the door opens with Peter. A little bit disappointed, you let go of each other but not without a shy smile.

“Y/N? You're still here? Don't you have work to do?”

You hurry to the door, worried he might notice the state of your hair and make-up.

“I asked her to stay so I wouldn’t get bored.”

You don’t need to see him to picture the smirk on his face. Although, before you go, you look back and catch him already smiling at you.

#smut #70's #70's smut #rogertaylor #roger taylor #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor smut #roger taylor Y/N

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7nessasaryevils · 11 months ago

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And so we begin... Gods I'm terrified... ep 7 of Wandee Goodday: how shall thee fuck me up?

- oh great we starting it right off with fucking cuddling on Yak's chest this is such normal non-boyfriend behaviour 🙄😑

- Yak my darling, if you're looking for psychiatrists, I'd recommend one that isn't a crazed Naga prince hell-bent on revenge on a reincarnated chicken... just saying 🤷🏾‍♀️ - although I am immensely in love that Dee does bring up therapy for Yak 🥹🥹

- them just comforting each other in a physical way that isn't sex... IM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

- I have never hated a title sequence more than when it came right before I know yak was about to ask for a kiss as his reward 😤😡

- Yak being so fucking comfortable in Dee's space... I hate you both and I'm going to smush your faces together if it's the last thing I do

- WHAT PICTURE WAS THAT MY EYES SUCK!!never mind it was ter now im wishing my brain can unsee it

- yak my darling he loves you I promise!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- not me barely taking in the fact that Dee kept the picture rather than throwing it out (which... I will shake you for Dee!!) and then getting fucking smacked in the face with the first kiss poster... P'Golf you test me today

- normally I don't condone vandalism but today... YEAH YAK RIP IT

- Kao our king asking the important questions as always! (Psst shake him harder Kao please and thanks)

- Ter... I swear to god you try some shit I will snap you in half (though the sunlight is doing ✨fabulous ✨ things for Pod!) edit: in retrospect that sunlight is literally turning his eyes red P'Golf you actual fucking genius

- me as soon as ter starts speaking

- pfft Cher you absolute king ♥️♥️

-uhhh... is this the weight training equivalent of that pottery scene from Ghost??

- ohhh they're so stupid i wanna die

- Cher and Yak are the mother son relationship I never knew I needed ♥️

- CANDLE LIGHT DINNER

- TER I WILL END YOU

- ohhhh i have a bad feeling about this... but also Dee.. you dumbass put on pants at the very least when you're entering a snake's house!

- this sequence of events is most horrific and terrible and I do not like it

- I'm going to kill Ter. Anyone who stops me... beware my wrath. Yak should've broken his fucking nose.

- also the fact that Ter lives in room 666. HE IS THE DEVIL YOU ARE SO RIGHT

- nooooo yak! Baby!!

- Kao. sir. I'm going to conquer empires in your name! MY KING!!

- the break up episode is meant to be #11 not # 8 what is this?!??

- not the necklace... no please not the necklace

- I hate everything nobody talk to me

- oh cool yak made it hurt even more im going to rip out my eyeballs thanks

- NOT DEE REACHING UP FOR THE NECKLACE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

- the worst the worst the worst I'm in pain

- that's it. That's fucking it. Someone get me Vegas Therapanyakul on the phone right now, I need to order a fucking hi- never mind the idiot doctor fell asleep. My sincerest wish is that Dee knees Ter in the balls as he gets up.

- Taem baby girl what was that??? 😦😦🤨🤨🤨

- sassy english my beloved 🤣🤣

- oh... ohhh no no no no no no- oh what the fuck what the fuck YAK CONCENTRATE BABY

- did i fucking expect the grim reaper? No. And neither did Yak if that right hook was any indication ouch!

- yak and yei fighting... this epsiode really said how can i hurt Nessie today....

- ohhhh fucking fuckity fuck why won't this epsiode let me BREATHE

- yak's face when he see Dee!!!! His teary eyes!!! I ACHE THANKS

- ROOF TOP KISS SCENE MY FUCKING BELOVED IM SO FUCKING OKAY GEWNFUCKINGCHANA 😭😭😭😭

- also throwback to The Sign and their bolster light effect I have never been the same again

- I 'm just gonna die in a corner bye don't look for me I do not exist to any of you

This episode has finally culminated in the kiss we all have been waiting for and I don't know about any of you but I feel the same as I did three years ago watching Bad Buddy. The absolute joy and heartache in me as these boys who so clearly love and care for each other finally acknowledge their feelings.

Next episode is also coming for my existence and I shall keep myself alive until then to regale you all with my incoherent screams ♥️

Until next time! 🥊🩺

#wandee goodday #wandee gooday the series #yak x wandee #wandee wittaya #yoryak phadetseuk #the sign #bad buddy #spoilers #wandee goodday spoilers #i'm screaming crying throwing up #also head banging floor rolling #adding in some blood rituals in there too #anything to get rid of Ter

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dirkspanelcollection · 7 months ago

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all pages of pozzol broyer from vast error.... (pwetty pweaseeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺) (you dont know who i am) (please...)

i know who you are edo...... i was gonna do this anyways but since you asked so nicely /j

EVERY PAGE POZZOL BROYER FROM VAST ERROR IS IN

plus dialogue

PART ONE

from page 936

from page 937

from page 947

ELLSEE: ThΣrΣ's no anglΣs¡¡¡¡ Just thΣ full honΣst truth¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: I don't ΣvΣn know what a liΣ is¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: WΣ abolishΣd thosΣ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ ThΣy'rΣ illΣgal now¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ POZZOL: abolished EH?POZZOL: begging THE pardon OF my INHOSPITABLE intrusionPOZZOL: BUT my POSSE and I have BEEN told DIFFERENTLY

from page 948

ELLSEE: Oh¡¡¡¡ Loving thΣ... sΣvΣrΣd hand¡¡¡¡ Stylish¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: ΣxtrΣmΣly chic, rΣally cool. POZZOL: went OUT and EARNED it MYSELF in THE name OF the RAWED brothers DOCTRINE

POZZOL: a TROPHY of MY victory AGAINST these SOCIETAL injustices THE unnurtured TRY and STUFF down OUR crusty HAMHOLES

POZZOL: but IT doesnt MEAN too MUCH to ME if YOURE speaking SOME hard TRUTHS or NOT ELLSEE: Right¡¡¡¡ I'm surΣ you havΣ your rΣasons for your... viΣwpoints. POZZOL: so IF abolishment IS on THE two ABOVES table

POZZOL: WHY dont YOU take THIS sweet TIME you HAVE with US to UNPUZZLE a FEW of OUR maddened INQUIRIES about IT ELLSEE: Y-yΣah¡¡¡¡ SurΣ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: What kind of quΣstions do you havΣ¿¿¿¿ POZZOL: if I were TO ask ONE thing

POZZOL: AND only ONE thing

POZZOL: WELL

POZZOL: i FEEL as THOUGH i SPEAK for THE entire CREED of MY age OLD mirthamaniac HEELS and FACES when I pose ON you THIS

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POZZOL: whats IT gonna LOOK like

POZZOL: WHEN you BLEED

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from page 1023

TALALD: wowie zowie!!!!!!!!!!! that whole thing was exhilarating!!!! POZZOL: well I suppose WHEN youre RIGHT you TEND to BE right MISSUS dirty CLAY

from page 1024

TALALD: i cant believe it!!!!!! this is all really working!!!!!! i mean i knew it was going to work but the fact that its still working puts me in stitches!!!! TALALD: i didnt even know what ed meant by reconnaissanceing the stronghold until now, but we should definitely do it again sometime if these are the results!!!!!

POZZOL: and WHAT results THEY decided TO be

POZZOL: FOR a CHANGE i THINK you GOT more THAN one REASON to BE a LITTLE boisterous OVER something TALALD: and youre just happy we had steamed hams in the city and you got to smash that one red guys face into the counter and take his hand arent you????? POZZOL: HE got MY triple DECKER order FENANGLED all OVER the PLACEPOZZOL: was THE only FAIR trade OFF if YOURE asking ME TALALD: he didnt work there though!!!! our food materializes through the power of automated paste science thingies!!!! thats what the sign said :ooo POZZOL: surprised YOU remembered EVEN that MUCH of THE picture

POZZOL: BUT it AINT like WE didnt GET granted A fast PASS out OF the GREASEPAN on BOTH occasions

POZZOL: MADE me EXPEL a FEW wasted GRACES on OUR sour LIFEBOUND soulfriend BUT i NEVER once DOUBTED your EXCEPTIONAL guesstimation SKILLS

POZZOL: least NOW shes GOT something TO chew ON until OUR joint PROPHECY gnaws AT her TALALD: big als real good at keeping things in check!!! TALALD: wed have been pancaked just like that guys face if he hadnt zooped us out of there!!! heehee!!!!!! POZZOL: WHY dont YOU go ON and TAKE your VERBAL jingle OVER yonder TO ring THEM in FOR us TALALD: are we really good??? did we really really really really really make it without tripping in our skipping?!?!?!?! POZZOL: SEEMS more THAN solid WERE you TO be GETTING my SENSE of IT all

from page 1025

POZZOL: LETS bring ON the CAVALRY

from page 1032

NEILNA: |yo|ringleader| POZZOL: lay IT on ME strongarm

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POZZOL: looks LIKE she PUT up QUITE the SCUFFLE amongst YOU KEIKSI: She doesn't re@lly listen to re@son, sir!! KEIKSI: I me@n, you told us th@t if she disobeys we should pin her down... right? @A@ POZZOL: i SUPPOSE that WAS indeed THE case WASNT it

POZZOL: QUITE the TASK to ASK of YOU two ALL things CONSIDERING

POZZOL: now BACK to YOUR stations BOTH of YOU

POZZOL: i WANT all ENTRANCES on FULL lockdown FOR this ONE you HEAR

POZZOL: if I find ANOTHER regulator HIDING in WAIT to LET more MATCH picks LOOSE then ITS bound TO be YOU and ME after THE juniors BOUT NEILNA: |what about|her boss| POZZOL: she AINT your FUCKING problem

POZZOL: THIS is ON me NEILNA: |aight then|we'll bounce|

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from page 1035

POZZOL: YOU got DRY eyes THIS time YOUNGBLOOD

POZZOL: guess YOU know BETTER by NOW

POZZOL: or MAYBE you ONLY understand WHAT pains TAUGHT you TO avoid

from page 1036

POZZOL: SO why DONT you TELL me

POZZOL: TO what ENDS do YOU believe THAT running DOES your HIDE any GOOD here

POZZOL: YOU cant BE thinking THAT youd JUST scurry ON up AND leave US TAZ: ~...~ POZZOL: GUESS you DONT gotta SAY much EITHER way

POZZOL: THERE aint NO marks OF tears STAINING your CHEEKS but TO me THERES a BLEMISH much MORE investing TO witness

POZZOL: THE way YOU hide THE active BLESSING she GRACED you WITH

POZZOL: shame STILL radiates OFF you LIKE a FESTERING ailment YOU cant SHAKE

POZZOL: the SIGIL of THE fortmistress WEIGHS heavy DONT it TAZ: ~please jus+ le+ me go.~

from page 1037

POZZOL: you REALLY think THERES anything WAITING for YOU out THERE kid?

POZZOL: THAT eventually SOMEONE is GONNA end UP dropping WHAT theyre DOING just FOR your SAKE? because THEY think THEY know WHO you ARE?

POZZOL: feel THAT theyll EVER cheer YOUR name THE same WAY we DO in HERE?

POZZOL: there AINT nothing UNCONDITIONAL like THAT beyond THESE here RINGS freshmeat

from page 1038

POZZOL: YOURE only ACCEPTED so LONG as YOURE placated AND restrained POZZOL: YOU were NOT made FOR them POZZOL: THE bountiful AND the UNGRATEFUL POZZOL: you DONT fit THIS carbon COPY mold THE folks UP in THE big TOP wanted YOU squeezed IN from THE second YOU popped OUTTA the REDUPLICATOR POZZOL: the FORTMISTRESS? she ENSURED you HAD a PLACE where YOU belonged POZZOL: SHE handcrafted YOUR name AND made DAMN sure YOU had SOMEPLACE to GO POZZOL: lotta GOOD people INCLUDING myself MADE sure HER will WAS carried OUT POZZOL: if THEY hadnt GIVEN you OVER we WOULDVE laid WASTE to THAT faux SHELTER they THINK amasses ANYTHING close TO the UTOPIA this PLANET used TO be POZZOL: ALL for HER word POZZOL: ALL for YOU tazsia POZZOL: YOURE this WORLDS heel POZZOL: THE folks WANDERING about OUT there WITH their THINKSTUBS so FAR up THEIR own BACKEND wont SEE who YOU really ARE POZZOL: they CANT comprehend YOUR purpose AND they SHOULDNT try TO POZZOL: you WERE made TO be FEARED POZZOL: so WHY are YOU so AFRAID of WHO you REALLY are? POZZOL: ANSWER that FOR me WHENEVER you FIGURE it OUT POZZOL: and DONT worry POZZOL: IM a PATIENT man TAZ: ~...~

from page 1039

POZZOL: FOR now YOU have A gauntlet TO run THROUGH POZZOL: easy PICKINGS for THE fortraiser TO be POZZOL: YKNOW i REALLY dont LIKE to INFLATE the WHOLE situation POZZOL: BUT youre ACTUALLY so FUCKING lucky POZZOL: THERE was A life PLAN set OUT for YOU from THE start POZZOL: YOU didnt EVEN have TO figure OUT the TRUTH on YOUR lonesome POZZOL: WISH i HAD a SITUATION like YOURS growing UP POZZOL: took ME far TOO long TO get IT POZZOL: deadlock LAID the GROUNDWORK all DOWN for YOU to RISE up POZZOL: FOLLOW the RIGHT steps AND wipe SOME nasty LOWBLOODED soul SAP off YOUR face POZZOL: AND you GOT it MADE POZZOL: loyalty TO the CAUSE is ALL it TAKES POZZOL: you SHOULD be HAPPY TAZ: ~wha+ if i don+ wan+ +o be~ POZZOL: begging YOUR illmade PARDON TAZ: ~wha+ if +his isn+ wha+ i wan+~ TAZ: ~wha+ if i +ry +o run again~ POZZOL: then THATS gonna BE your PROBLEM POZZOL: ive BEEN very UNDERSTANDING so FAR tazsia POZZOL: BUT you REALLY think THIS is ABOUT what YOU want INSTEAD of WHAT this PLACE needs? POZZOL: YOUR ancestor FIGURED that SHIT out BECAUSE she HAD people LIKE me AROUND her TO keep EVERYONE in LINE POZZOL: and IF you KEEP this LITTLE rebellious STREAK of YOURS up AND going FOR very LONG POZZOL: if YOU dare TO defy HER wishes

from page 1040

POZZOL: THEN you CAN expect TO have SOME goddamn SENSE beaten INTO you REAL quick

POZZOL: OR youre GONNA die A disappointment

POZZOL: EITHER way IS fine BY me

from page 1050

POZZOL: its RARE form TO see YOU so LOST in THOUGHT during THE sport

POZZOL: MAKES one WONDER if YOUR heart IS really INTO all THE carnage VILCUS

from page 1051

VILCUS: 〈« far as i'm concerned, our hearts have always been in different places. »〉

POZZOL: befitting OF an ELDER brother

POZZOL: LESS so OF a CURRENT speaker

VILCUS: 〈« you're sayin' that as though you'd ever let me speak as i pleased. »〉

POZZOL: IT does US all A load OF good WHEN you STICK to THE assigned SCRIPT

POZZOL: as ONE might BE able TO misconstrue INTENTIONS otherwise

POZZOL: MY thoughts ON the MATTER are IMPARTIAL

VILCUS: 〈« so i've heard. »〉

POZZOL: and SO youd HEAR even BETTER if YOU bit YOUR tongue WHEN necessary

VILCUS: 〈« 'nd what's your angle with that, then? »〉

POZZOL: A simple SMATTERING of INTRIGUE sauced UP with A little EXTRA musing

POZZOL: VAGUELY wondering AS to WHAT exactly MIGHT not HAVE interested YOU in TONIGHTS set

POZZOL: SOME of THESE small BLESSINGS are GOING to BECOME genuine ARTICLES within THE next COUPLE of SWEEPS

POZZOL: the LITTLE poemme PERFORMED admirably AND snagged MORE than A fistful OF trophies

POZZOL: AND yet WHEN you LOOK at HER your VOICE rings HOLLOW

POZZOL: even AS the CROWD bursts WITH the ADRENALINE you SHOOT up INTO their SPIRITS

POZZOL: whenever YOUR eyes LAND on HER i CAN feel THE chucklevoodoo FADING

POZZOL: why IS that

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POZZOL: SECRETS only EVER last FOR so LONG vilcus POZZOL: YOURS lasted A healthy TWO sweeps POZZOL: IT impresses ME still POZZOL: I wonder WHAT it WAS that YOU told HER POZZOL: what YOU pawned OFF under YOUR two-faced GUISE of TRUTH POZZOL: in FULL honesty AT first MY instinct WASNT to PUNISH you POZZOL: IT was SIMPLY to FIND out WHY from HER POZZOL: why TO this DAY she STILLS feels THAT others WILL liberate HER

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POZZOL: but THEN i DID a LITTLE digging

POZZOL: AND it CHANGED my PERSPECTIVE

POZZOL: granted THAT in THE end A day LIKE this WAS always BOUND to COME

POZZOL: i NOTICED you WERE lacking WILL from THE moment I stepped UNDER the RIGID carny TEETH that WELCOMES us ALL

POZZOL: and IT aint LIKE its HER fault THAT you GAVE her IDEAS which FURTHER warped HER already DENTED sensibilities

POZZOL: THAT she COULD ever FIND common GROUND with SOME garish OFF shade OF bronze

POZZOL: BUT it TURNS out THAT you WERE never REALLY all TALK all THE time WITH no BITE like I once THOUGHT

POZZOL: you REALLY believed EVERY single WORD that YOU said DIDNT you

POZZOL: AND not ONLY that

POZZOL: YOU carried IT out IN practice

POZZOL: RENEWING your SKIN vows WITH a RUSTIE who NEVER even KNEW your TRUE squandered COLORS

POZZOL: shouldve SEEN the LOOK on HIS face WHEN we BUSTED down THE door

POZZOL: THE sweat AND tears POURING down HIS cheeks

POZZOL: THE way HIS heart ALMOST burst

POZZOL: BEFORE i BURST his CHEST open FOR him VILCUS: 〈« FUCK YOU. »〉 POZZOL: I want TO remember THIS

POZZOL: and I want YOU to REMEMBER it TOO VILCUS: 〈« SO, WHAT? I COMMIT THIS "SIN" YOU FIND SO EGREGIOUS AND YOU WON'T EVEN FUCKING KILL ME LIKE I KNOW YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED? »〉 VILCUS: 〈« YOU FUCKING COWARD. »〉 POZZOL: i DONT need TO do ANYTHING

POZZOL: by THE time YOU step OUT of HERE

POZZOL: their BLOOD and YOUR face WILL be DOING all OF the TALKING for ME

POZZOL: the OTHERS will DECIDE your FATE past THAT

POZZOL: its OF no CONSEQUENCE to ME

POZZOL: ive ALREADY relished IN the SMALL drops OF satisfaction YOU allowed ME to HAVE during OUR acquaintance

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POZZOL: IF only MOMENTS like THESE lasted A little LONGERPOZZOL: right BROTHER?

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POZZOL: IM genuinely IMPRESSED with YOUR drive TO act IN this SITUATION

POZZOL: to COME to ME after WHATS all SAID and DONE

POZZOL: announcing THAT youre WILLING to TAKE on EVERYTHING theyve SO distastefully ACCRUED in THEIR stead

POZZOL: TO be FEELING that THIS is A burden I would LET you BEAR just BECAUSE you MADE some GRAND gesture OF ill FITTED loyalty TAZ: ~I+'s a par+ of +he code.~ TAZ: ~You +augh+ me how +his works.~ TAZ: ~+he only way +o absolve +he sins of one associa+ed wi+h +he dark congrega+ion is +o wash i+ away in blood.~ TAZ: ~Be i+ in a +ransferral of +heir vice or in +heir dea+h.~ TAZ: ~+ha+'s +he only way you can be freed from +his place.~ TAZ: ~And +hey're gone.~ TAZ: ~+heir blood is lingering on my fucking skin.~ TAZ: ~+ha+'s +he impuri+y you feel so s+rongly abou+.~ TAZ: ~Bu+ i+'s MINE now.~ TAZ: ~+hose are +he rules.~ POZZOL: LEMME go AHEAD and TELL you SOMETHING for POSTERITY

POZZOL: the THING about RULES is THAT they AINT what SOME would CALL ironclad

POZZOL: RULES only STAY in PLACE as LONG as THERES a SILENT majority WILLING to FOLLOW them

POZZOL: OR someone UPTOP whos INVESTED in PRACTICING a BOUT of ENFORCING

POZZOL: you FOLLOWING?

POZZOL: ill GIVE it THAT you GOT a WIDE set OF pheromonal SACKS to STEP up TO me AND try TO sell A couple CRISPY licks IN my DIRECTION

POZZOL: got ME to LISTEN to SOMETHING i REALLY have NO business IN hearing OUT

POZZOL: the WHOLE ordeal IS veryPOZZOL: CUTE

POZZOL: for LACKING in OTHER words TO describe HOW this IS all SHAKING down RIGHT in FRONT of MY eyesPOZZOL: BUT the ONLY thing KEEPING me AWAY from YOU

POZZOL: from THEM

POZZOL: and FROM your LITTLE bronzeblooded BOYTOY

POZZOL: is MY own RESTRAINT

POZZOL: i RESPECT the FACT that YOU actually FELT strongly ABOUT something FOR once AND stood YOUR ground THOUGH

POZZOL: and WITH such CREATIVITY tooPOZZOL: SO alrightPOZZOL: IF you WANNA talk RULES

POZZOL: lets SET a FEW up AS a BASELINE

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POZZOL: you WANNA get OUT of HERE so BAD?

POZZOL: then YOU earn IT like EVERYONE else

POZZOL: YOU go PRO

POZZOL: when WE call YOU come RUNNING

POZZOL: when WE say JUMP you ASK on WHOS head

POZZOL: WHEN we GIVE you SOME poor FUCK we WANT gone FROM this PLANET you DISPOSE of THEM TAZ: ~So...~ TAZ: ~every+hing I've already been doing, +hen?~ TAZ: ~If +his is a deal, I don'+ really unders+and wha+ you ge+ ou+ of i+.~ POZZOL: i DONT always HAVE to GET something MATERIAL to FEEL content IN my ACTIONS

POZZOL: sometimes THE knowledge OF the SITUATION is ENOUGH to KEEP ones INTEREST alivePOZZOL: AND i LIKE knowing THAT even WHEN youre OUT of SIGHT

POZZOL: you STILL belong HERE TAZ: ~Are +hose your only +erms?~ TAZ: ~You won'+ do any+hing else so long as I'm s+ill chained +o +he sec+?~ POZZOL: i SHOULDNT have TO do ANYTHING else

POZZOL: BECAUSE what ALL of THIS shows ME

POZZOL: is WHAT makes YOU scaredPOZZOL: WHAT keeps YOU from YOUR true POTENTIAL

POZZOL: your HEATHEN mentor ACTUALLY taught ME a LITTLE something TOO over THE course OF all THIS insubordination AND tall TALK

POZZOL: its THAT whenever YOU think SOMETHING can LAST forever

POZZOL: IT always ENDS up RUINED by THOSE who WANT it THE most

POZZOL: SO why ARE you SO willing TO fight FOR that?

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POZZOL: what I would LIKE to BE getting IS your REPORT on THE situation

POZZOL: HOW did YOU tango WITH that MEGAPHONE mouthed MUTANTBLOOD TALALD: i did just what you asked!!! TALALD: sure enough my lil bopper has put him to rest!!! TALALD: he's going to be sleeping like a little grub swaddled in osmosis goo!!! TALALD: all nice and tuckered out :))) POZZOL: youPOZZOL: WERE supposed TO kill HIM TALALD: huh????? POZZOL: bitch AM i RIGHT up AND standing BEFORE you WRITING out VOCAL passages IN pretext

POZZOL: I told YOU to FUCKING slaughter HIM TALALD: hmmmmmm nope! i dont think you did!! TALALD: i think i would have known what you meant if you were using a secret code!!! im the one who actually memorized the signals yknow pozzy puff! TALALD: tap means bitty bopper! rest means lil bopper! play means big bopper! TALALD: kill isnt even a real word probably!!! TALALD: you and your crew have such a weird way of talking about really simple stuff!

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helloyellowsunflower · 6 months ago

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My thoughts on Idia (a messy essay ig?): Contains some spoilers from Idia's story and Chapter 7: ruler of the abyss.

I've been thinking about him lately, which prompted this messy essay/character analysis, and let me tell you; first and foremost: I am no psychology major, I am not someone who ususally gets all the nuances a character has; so if I miss some details, please don't go hunting me down :D.

So, looking at canon, Idia reads to me as someone who may hate himself but also believes that no one is better than him; at least in some aspects.

He's very much a shut in guy who doesn't enjoy interacting with people (at least face to face) who spends 80% of his time playing video games, which I believe keeps fueling his inability to mantain standard social interactions. In an RPG, you kind of know how things are meant to go, you know how charcaters are supposed to interact with each other and you know that if things go south, you can always restart the game or try again.

With real life people, you can't. Once you've said something you can't exactly take it back, and you can't exactly predict how people are going to respond to things, which I think terrifies Idia. On top of that, things irl can touch you, they can cause physical harm, unlike a game character; which makes potential confrontations a thousand times more scary for him.

I mean, picture this: you've lived alone, secluded, for most of your life (because your brother, the only company you had, died when you were kids; something you blame youself for, to this date), and all of a sudden you're thrown into a boarding school where you are expected to interact with people from all backgrounds. You don't know these people, but you know that they could physically hurt you if you said something wrong.

So Idia being Idia, decides to shut himself in (and I mean, I get it, I'm not saying that was a healthy response, but it's an understandable one).

And by shutting himself in and being afraid of others, comes this "disdain", this lack of understanding that just gets worse the less he interacts with others. Because when you don't interact with people, you create these expectations, these "ideas" of how someone is, based off entirely of what you hear about them, or what you see (normally without context); and the more you construct these images in your head, the harder it is to actually get to know them, because you have to break down everything you believe they are.

This shows many times during the game, for example, in the latest chapter (ch 7 I believe); when Idia goes off on a rant about how Malleus has always "acted cool" and "kept his strong character image", when he literally hasn't! It's not that he keeps an image, it's just that he's literally that strong! Sir! If you got to know him better you'd realize that you're more alike than you think!!

In conclusion, I think Idia is a very interesting character, and I look forward to seeing him interact more with the rest of the Twisted Wonderland cast.

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#character analysis #twisted wonderland #Idia shround #idia twisted wonderland #idia twst #short character analysis #what happens when you give the average gamer a load of trauma and a robot version of his dead brother #and you put them in a boarding school #with other teenage dudes #who have their own issues as well #and a tax evading bird as headmaster #I just dislike so much how some people treat him as a pathetic loser #like #that's just reducing him to nothing #of course that having your silly takes on characters is nice #go have fun #but also respect the work people have put in when creating a character #yelloworks

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vibratingskull · 2 years ago

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The Trial part 2 : Don't turn your back

Part1, 2, 3, 4

Thrawn x f!reader

The trial continues and everything go south when you fall for the enemy's strategy...

The morning temperature is suffocating. You didn’t do a thing and you already want to run naked to the lake.

You open the tent and crawl out grunting, what a way to start the day. You observe the landscape at your feet, you don't hear Thrawn coming behind you; You nearly jump out of your skin.

“Maker! Sir, please make a sound next time. You will kill someone one day!”

He doesn’t answer, instead fixing the tent squinting.

“This is not your tent?” He asks, sounding a bit lost.

“I slept with Eli last night.”

Cosblo whistle in your back. You roll your eyes.

“You're a dunce, Cosblo.”

“Each group needs one” He shoots without missing a beat, it takes a smile off your face.

You turn back to a Thrawn staring at you with brows frowned. You’re taken aback. What did you do to deserve the cold shoulder like that? You didn’t…

Oh no.

Did he notice you last night?

You’re frozen in place under his gaze, you wish the earth could swallow you right here and now.

But he just closes his eyes and passes you. You release your breath.

“I am not sure this is the correct circumstance for a display of such behaviors, but I understand stress gets the best of us.”

What? Did he just insinuate…

“What does that mean exactly?”

“That I hope your… relationship will not interfere with the mission.” He warns with a cool tone.

What is going on here?

Eli took this moment to appear.

“ ‘Morning everyone.” He yawns.

“Good morning, Casanova!” Cosblo high fives Eli who blinks in confusion while you spat out your caf. This is ridiculous!

Thrawn takes the floor before you could interject.

“Once you have eaten, we will continue north until we reach the cliff I found yesterday.”

“Shouldn't we head west?” Cosblo intervenes “We won’t cross a cliff but a plateau, like on the map.”

“Well observed cadet, but it would take us a day or more to walk up there. I suggest we go for the shorter road.”Since nobody objected, you all rolled with it. “And while I am at it: Vanto, (y/l/n)? This is the last time this happened.” Eli's still lost and looks at you in hope to have some explanation, on your hand you're out of your mind. What the hell? You bare your teeth but don't answer anything. Keep calm,J. C.,keep calm.

You swallow what’s supposed to be a breakfast and your protests, pack your stuff and on the road again. It takes you a solid hour to attain the said cliff and once here you're stopped by the breathtaking view of the region.

A wow escapes you as you try to take a better view of the panorama.

“I regret I don’t have my imager to take a picture.” You say.

“Interesting to hear.” Thrawn slides beside you.

“Yes, I take a lot of…” You stop mid sentence “I will never let you see my collection.”

“Why not?” He asks genuinely surprised.

“You will psychoanalyze me over my dead body.”

“I did not have ulterior motives.” He simply responds.

You shake your head as you approach the edge. A fall would be extremely brutal at this height, surely some broken bones and if you're unlucky a broken spine you estimate.

You walk back to the group who’s taking out the climbing gear.

“Who’s going first ?” Ask Eli, leaning slightly to the edge of the void.

“I will.” You decide.

You drop your pack off the cliff and take the rope and the grip to start your descent carefully, one step after the other, trying your best not looking down. The stone is sharp and scorching hot, slashing the palms of your hands. You clench your jaw and push down. You plant the grip and pass the rope through it, checking if it’s secure and continue down below. You breathe out counting in your head to forget the height below you until your feet touch the ground and you can breathe correctly once more. You wipe your sweat off of your forehead and signify to the group that they could come down too.

Cosblo goes first, you hold the rope letting it slide as he descends. It went smoothly, and he reached the ground without problems.

“I will signal the next one, survey the surroundings.” He tells you.

You take your gun off your back and observe the vicinity, concentrating on sounds and visual cues. An animal flees in the bosques with a rustling sound but you don’t locate anything else.

You hear a thud and a cry of pain.

You go back running and find Eli on the ground holding his leg with Cosblo kneeled next to him.

“What happened?!” You shout.

Eli grimaces in pain, unable to respond. Cosblo begins to give way to panic.

“I… I don’t know. I was holding the rope then something hit my head and…”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“You dropped him?!” You fume.

Cosblo doesn't respond, looking everywhere frantically like a solution was under a random rock. Eli tries to spread his legs and lets out a whine of pain from his mouth. You kneel next to him to support him.

You knew you couldn’t trust this guy! He took it at the first occasion he got and now Eli is hurt with a cracked bone or worse. You feel rage growing in you.

Thrawn appears next to you out of fine air.

“What happened?” He asks way calmer than you.

“Cosblo dropped Eli!” You spit.

“Something hit my head!” He pleads.

“Bullshit!”

“Quiet, both of you!” Thrawn cuts off.

He helps Eli take off his boot to observe his leg, he wrinkles his nose as it’s already starting to swell. Eli winces as he manipulates his limb.

“He will need bacta treatment and perhaps a splint.” He diagnoses.

“What?” Eli is incredulous.

You look daggers at Cosblo who’s defeated, you don’t buy his little scheme even if he plays it well. You put your hand on Eli’s shoulder in a recomforting gesture.

“That’s your fault Jamwest!”

“I told you something hit me. Someone is here looking at us right this moment!” He says with a rock in his hand.

Thrawn raises his hand to shush everyone.

“Silence! What is done, is done. Now-”

He stops and fixes a point behind him. He quickly turns back.

“Help him on his feet.” He orders, “We need to move.”

You and Cosblo put your arms under Eli's shoulder and rise like one man. You follow Thrawn laboriously in the tall grass and bushes, adrenaline through your veins, until he stops with his fist in the air. He listens and points to a small cavern well hidden under the vegetation.

You crawl inside with Eli and Cosblo as Thrawn walks out the trail and starts climbing an enormous tree on the other side. You all wait in complete silence, barely daring to breathe, that something happens. Finally, after a minute, you can hear the sound of a little group emerging from where you come from.

“They went that way.” One whispers,“Let's go!”

You squint as a dispatched group appears behind the foliage, with great strides.They are five. The first one waves at the others to advance, their rifles in hand. They are clearly on the hunt.

One stops a little ahead of Thrawn, they are sandwiched between you. He flattens himself against the wood and points you as he takes out his gun. You frown, what does he mean?

“Are you sure you didn’t lose them? We can’t see them anymore.”

You suddenly remember you have the sniper rifle, you detach it off your bag and posture yourself. You will need to be quick, you don’t know what kind of sound it will produce.

You inhale and exhale several times, emptying your head and aim.

One loud clack echoes in the jungle and one person collapses. You don’t take the time to savor your victory and pass to the next. Alerted, they all stopped and regrouped with their weapons drowned, ready to shoot anything in sight. Impossible to have a clear shot with all this movement.

“They’re here! Regroup! Regroup!”

Back to back they form a circle to cover every possible direction, they well learned their lessons. You choose your next victim in this commotion and aim. She flashes red and collapses before you could pull the trigger, Thrawn was more rapid than you on this one.

“They are dispatched! Search!”

Thrawn takes a second one, but betrays his position by doing so.

“Up! They’re in the-” You shoot this one up. Silence!

The last one realizes he is alone and starts searching frantically, spinning again and again. You put him out of his misery with a well placed shoot in the chip. All his body turns red and he falls down silently.

You sigh with relief, not bad for a first encounter. You crawl back out and help Eli as Thrawn already starts to investigate their package without regard for one adversary whining right next to him.

“Bastards! You-”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up!” You shoot her in the chip too. She makes a strangled noise and blacks out.

“That was uncalled for…” Cosblo starts, supporting Eli.

“Shut the fuck up Jamwest Cosbblo.” You articulate every word. “You’re not in any position to comment on my behavior.” You slide the cannon of your rifle towards his chest. The ire you felt was far from down.

He stares at you wide-eyed, taken aback.

“I have found the cylinder.” Thrawn notes on a conversational tone.

You turn your head, approaching him, or rather moving away from Cosblo. He had already taken out the datapad to plug it.

“Is it the B team?” You ask over his shoulder.

“No, but I am curious about that data.” He starts to analyze.

It takes a minute once again and the results appear on the screen.

“So?” You try to unclench your jaw.

“It is just auto generated text and numbers.” He pouts. His shoulders seem to lower a bit.

“Perfect! Are we going?” You ask with a false enthusiasm.

You don’t wait for any answer and start walking straight forward.

A deeply irritating calm voice stops you on your tracks.

“Cadet (y/f/n), it is useless to go this fast. We have a wounded comrade on our arms.”

“I’m not a dead weight either.” Eli speaks, a bit annoyed.

You take a deep breath through your nose.

“Sure. How insensitive of me.”

And you go back.

The group walk in silence, safe for an occasional whine of pain from Eli and the encouraging words from Thrawn. You lead them with angry steps, well ahead, ruminating on what happened, playing the scene again and again. Imagining Cosblo letting go of the rope and letting Eli fall from this height. That bastard. You couldn't believe it, but here you are.

You try to calm down, but you know that once you started it, it takes you time to go down again. You hear Cosblo whispering to Eli.

“Your girlfriend has some serious anger issues, dude.” You swear you’re gonna punch this guy.

You choose a plateau covered by foliage to drop your bag and let Eli rest. They sat him down on a rock while you're circling aimlesslyl, trying to put your mind at ease. But to no avail. Everything gets on your nerves at this moment, the precarious situation, the pained expression of Cosblo, the whines of pain of Eli, the orders of Thrawn, the heat, the trial…

You need to isolate yourself.

To clear your mind.

You put your rifle on your back and start walking again in a random direction.

You hear Thrawn calling you back but you choose to ignore it, going deeper in the unfamiliar jungle. The more distant the better.

He calls you once more and you accelerate. What do you need to do to get one minute of tranquility?

You hear steps behind you, you start to run.

The steps go after you. You hear your name again.

You run without thinking right in front of you, blinded by anger and frustration. You hear them getting closer but you don’t slow down.

You reach a large clearing and you stop to catch your breath. The steps stop and you're greeted with an icy cold voice.

“Cadet (y/n) (y/l/n)!”

You frown. You’re in no mood to take the beat without shouting back.

“Sir, I assure you this is not the right time.”

“Cadet, you will come back to the camp right this instant.”

You turn to face him.

“No.”

“No?” He squints.

“No.” You insist

“I am your Lieutenant and you will follow my orders.” He detaches every single word.

This is the only language he understands, the hierarchy.

“Oh really? I thought we were comrades earlier?” You frown.

“This trial doesn’t erase the hierarchy.”

You snarl.

“We’ll see that. If I’m really insubordinate as you claim, then the instructor would surely have struck me down by now.”

It’s his turn to frown.

“Perhaps.” His voice is warmer but the menace is undoubtedly here. “But you’re making a mistake.”

He takes one step towards you like a predator, by reflex you draw your weapon. His eyes widened an instant but went back to his imperturbable mask of stoicism just as quick. You blink, torn between anger and a growing fear, but you muffle this last one. You’re really flirting with the red line.

“Cadet…” He warns “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“If I’ve learned anything about you, it's that you like to play this game yourself.” You retort. “You wanna bet who’s gonna win this round?”

You draw your rifle closer to your face, aiming at his chest. He surely thinks you’re bluffing but you’re dead serious. You know you can be a real hazard when you’re pushed to your limit, that’s why you wanted some space to calm yourself in the first place but he doesn’t facilitate the task.

He takes one more step.

You shoot between his feet.

A loud clack rings in the clearing. Some birds fly away. You look at each other in silence. You feel yourself trembling with rage and tension.

He raises an open hand as an appeasing gesture.

“Cadet, let’s get back to the camp if you please.” The voice is soft but the tone is commanding.

You shake your head. You feel this weird tension from those three last months bubbling out to the surface and you’re afraid of the explosion.

“No. Listen, I just need some space to breathe, can you understand that?”

“I am afraid not, it would be playing in the hands of the adversary team.”

“The one we just beat?” You snigger.

“We may have just defeated them, but their initial plan is still unfolding at this very moment and it will be profitable to the others very soon.”

“What plan?” You’re losing patience.

“Creating dissension in the group by striking Cosblo.”

“Don’t tell me you believe this jackass?”

“I do.”

Once again you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“I asked you to be a reasonable person, you remember? Eli is mature enough to not let it get to him, I trust you can do the same, cadet.” He is trying the diplomacy tactic now.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you but not at the moment! Taking the risk to repeat myself but I need-”

A clac rings in the clearing but none of you shooted.

You feel a burning sensation and compression on your side as you lower your gaze. You see red slowly spreading on your hip.

You’ve been hit.

You’ve been hit!

You freeze in disbelief, you don’t see Thrawn sprinting towards you and hitting you with all his weight.

“Dive!”

You hit the floor with such impact it forces the air out of your lungs. As you cough you hear people shouting and running towards you. You’ve got company!

But you don’t care. You barely register what’s happening.

You’ve been hit.

lt hurts.

There is so much red…

Blood.

You’re bleeding.

A breath gets caught in your throat as you go into panic. You’re bleeding!

“Bleeding… I’m bleeding!” You croak.

“Calm down cadet (y/l/n).” Thrawn’s voice barely reaches you.

“I’m bleeding! I’m bleeding!”

You go into a frenzy, crying and clawing at your wound. You will bleed to death if you don’t receive treatment, maybe the corvette won’t be fast enough.

“Everything is okay Cadet! You are in shock...”

“I’m bleeding! I’m gonna die!”

You start crying, scratching your face, drawing blood, screeching.

Suddenly a pair of strong hands seize your shoulder and shake you one rough time.

“Cadet (y/n)!”

You look at Thrawn wide eyed and mouth agape, impossible to make a single sound as they all get stuck in your throat. Thrawn’s looking at you, jaw clenched and brows frown with an intense stare. You feel a tear rolling down your cheek as you try to speak but just open your mouth slightly more.

Thrawn visibly relaxes and his tone soothes as you stop screaming.

“Everything is good cadet, you are not wounded.”

A hiccup escapes you as you start sobbing.

He sighs and his hands pass behind your neck, bringing your head to his chest. The rhythmic sound of a steady heart reaches you and lulls you.

You're frozen in place, unmoving, eyes wide open and silent under the warm body of Thrawn. Eyes fixed on a point away, you’re pressed against his chest where you can hear his steady heartbeat and your heart could sing if only you were fully aware of your surroundings and not terrified at the same time. You start contemplating on how you ended up in this position…

You can feel him cradling you gently.

“Everything is fine. Nothing can reach you here.” He murmurs.

You blink slowly, starting to come back to your senses, still shaking with sobs. You realize you’re not in the clearing anymore but on your knees in a dark cavern only illuminated by luminescent mushrooms. How did you get here?

You take a deep breath to stop the hiccup and you pull apart from one another, you nod as a thank you and get back on your feet.

“Where are we?” You ask with a shaky voice.

“We are in a cavern as you can see.” He responds. “I managed to drag us here while you were in shock.”

You nod. You look around but don’t manage to find any daylight. How deep are you?

“The other team…?” You begin.

“Will not be a problem for now, but we should refrain from retracing our steps back.”

He wedges his gun on his back and takes out his comlink.

“Cadet Vanto, can you hear me?”

Static noises ring to give place to a relieved voice.

“Thrawn? Thank maker, I tried to join you several times! Is (y/n) with you?”

“She is. We ran into an ambush.”

“You’re okay?”

“Everything is fine, we escaped them through a network of caverns. It will take us a day to get out, we will need to regroup. Can you see a tall reddish tree?”

“A tall red tree… Yes!”

“We will come and meet you there in one day. Do not stay where you are, they must certainly scavenge in your zone.”

“Understood. Over.”

He puts back his comlink and invites you to walk deeper in this cavern. He explains as you look uncertain.

“There is a web of caverns but they all lead to the outside. I have studied them on the datapad earlier, I can guide us through it.”

You’re not even surprised anymore.

You nod once again and he takes the lead in those sinuous ways.

You walk in silence. With the fallout of earlier all your fear and anger has dropped, you just feel a nagging fatigue but you focus on the present moment. You travel side by side, helping each other with the different obstacles. It is especially difficult with your locked suit that hinders your movements in addition to being painful. But you manage to walk past it and your progress is relatively uneventful.

At some point Thrawn stops.

“No need to go further for now. Resting would be best, we should go back for the first hours.”

Without some real choice you stop and head towards those shiny mushrooms.

“We should test it first for poisoning.” You hear behind you.

“Ha yesh’, thatch a goo’ ideach.” You respond, the mouth already full of those goodies.

Oops.

He looks at you and shakes his head with a tired expression.

“Forget what I said.”

You swallow, discreetly, and shoot a smile. It’s really sour. Guess you will know if they're poisonous soon enough.

You gather some woodish plants that are sneaking around the wall of the cave and Thrawn starts the fire with a good old method: two stones.

You sit and look at him through the flames, contemplating your situation. It upsets you, but you owe him excuses, to the whole team.

“Thrawn I…”

His flaming gaze darts on you, letting you know you have his attention despite is mute behavior. You swallow your pride.

“... I’m… sorry… for what happened.”

He remains silent, inviting you to continue with one gesture of the hand. He really wants you to go all the way, huh?

“I shouldn’t have run this way and left the team vulnerable, but I was in a bad headspace and did what I thought was the right course of action. In insight, it was a terrible idea.”

You manage to finish. He slowly nods.

“I hear what you say, and I thank you for honesty.” He murmurs. “Can I ask you where those bursts of anger come from?”

You frown at him.

“From what I have seen… and comprehend, I suspect them to be the symptom of ptsd for your case. I was wondering if you had the chance to talk about it to someone.” He says, thoughtfully.

“I…” You commence, gathering your thoughts, wondering if you wanted to share this story.

Your gaze travels through the interior of the cavern, ending once again on the eyes of Thrawn. You’re enthralled by them, getting the courage to continue.

“I hate when we let each other down because… because when I was a child I…” You gulp, eyes fixated on your fidgeting hands. “I saw… one of my cousins got slain by a rival family. And we weren’t there to help him. We were hiding in the bushes with some of my siblings and cousins and we saw him get shot in the head by them.” Your lips tremble, you fight back tears.

“You were a child, you could hardly do anything else other than hiding.” He says softly.

You nod.

“Yes, it was logical. The only logical thing for a child to do.” Your voice breaks. “Only he was fourteen. We should have… we should have gone get an adult.” You feel a tear traveling down your cheek. “Do something…”

You wipe the tears with the back of your hand.

“You must take me for a hypocrite,” You smile without joy ”I say I hate when people let each other down and I did it the first chance I got.”

“I think we all grief our own ways, your own manifested in an unfortunate way today.” He states pensively.

You don’t respond, relieved that he doesn’t bury you with reproaches yet.

You rub your hands and expose them to the fire. This cave is freezing cold.

You slide yourself way closer to Thrawn.

“If I may, it’s to warm up.” You smile timidly.

He doesn't respond, letting you bring yourself closer to his warmer body and the fire.

You clear your throat, desperate for a conversation subject.

“But… I suppose… I mean I guess, you also had some terrible ideas in the past?” You try, murmuring too.

His gaze travels from you to the fire, contemplating his thoughts.

“I did.”

“No really? I wasn’t serious, what kind of terrible ideas a tactical genius like you can have?” You laugh, your eyes still moist.

“My brother died because of one of my plans.” He whispers.

Your laugh dies immediately.

“We were fighting pirates, and he met his demise in the crash of his ship under my commandment.” He said, his gaze fixated on the fire like the face of his brother was in it.

You’re struck by lightning, don’t know what to say. So you remain silent.

“Sometimes I wonder what if I had done things differently, would he still be here?”

“That is the best way to go mad, trust me. I did the same thing.”

“I know,” he breathes, “But the mind wanders without reason or guidance…”

Your mouth is dry, what could you possibly say to alleviate his pain? You clear your throat.

“Don’t dwell on the past, you should just… Be grateful to have known your brother.”

This is surely the cheesiest response possible, but you don’t have better for now. Comforting is not one of your fortes, much to your regret.

He doesn’t answer, nodding pensively still fixated on the fire.

Silence settles again.

You try something to lighten the atmosphere.

“You wanna know a secret?”

He looks at you, head resting on his hand.

“Cosblo and I, well… We’re exes.”

He frowns, staring at you head to toe, visibly surprised.

“You didn’t expect this one, didn’t you?’

“I must admit, I did not.” He looks like he’s trying to digest the info or to glue back two incompatible pieces.

“Well, not a lot of people are aware of that. It’s a secret we share and hide from the rest of the galaxy.”

You really want to pry on his love life but it might wake up some pain, and you figure you both had your dose for the night.

You continue.

“It dates back to high school, he reminded me of one of my star crushes that I saw on the posters of the Empire. It ended the day I tried to introduce him to my family, they didn’t try too hard to present like… “respectable” people and he ran away. He has given me a bad reputation since.”

“Without passing judgment, you seem to be doing just fine now.”

You frown, what does he mean?

You recall this morning conversation.

“Oh, you mean with… Eli?”

He blinks affirmatively.

“No!” You laugh in embarrassment. “No, no. Eli is a sweet guy, but he’s… I am… He’s not my type.” You try to explain “He’s like my little bro’ at the Academy.”

He pouts.

“A pity.”

“You are judging now.” You warn.

“My apologies.”

You continue to discuss this way until late in the night, about everything and nothing. Or rather you’re the one talking, Thrawn only nods or answers with evasive sentences, you thought he was a bit bored but he was always reactive in the discussion, his attention fully on you. But the opening of vulnerability you saw earlier is clearly sealed. And like that you fall asleep next to one another, searching each other’s body for warmth now that the fire had extinguished, and in spite of your suit that makes every possible position uncomfortable and a bit painful.

At some point a little regular sound gets you out of sleep, you blink trying to remember where you are and realize you were sleeping on Thrawn’s shoulder, his head resting on yours. You move away carefully not to wake him up, and you actually take the time to detail his resting face. The last time you got to see him sleeping you were tempted to kiss him. You berate yourself at the thought of this childish display of want. Now that you take the time to think about it, you would want nothing more than to embrace him with all your might and him embracing you back with enthusiasm, to hear his heartbeat again and feel his hand caressing your hair softly. You still want to kiss him you confess, oh gods you do, but this wish subside in front of the desire to make one with him, one heartbeat.

You gently trace the contours of his cheek with your finger, dreaming your fantasies while admitting to yourself, finally, that you were falling in love.

The regular sound gets you back to reality and you realize it’s your comlink once again. You rise up on your feet and move away to another chamber for privacy. You open the transmission and a screeching sound with static assaults your ears. You flinch, it’s terribly disagreeable. But you can still hear a discordant voice in this cacophony, a voice that you guess is of one of your cousins in “the business”, but impossible to say which one. The audio is horrifyingly chopped, but you manage to take out some words.

“Hello?”

“... hear me…”

“What? I can barely hear you.”

“... careful… … new meat… market… … governing…”

And it cuts.

What?

You don’t understand.

You gather your thoughts, trying to make the most of it. Apparently there is a new “product” on the black market, but “new meat”? You don’t get it.

And why warn you? You’re no more part of the business of your family. It doesn’t make sense.

Lost in your thought you don’t hear Thrawn walking away from your hiding place. You decide you will have the mind clearer once in the morning and get back in the chamber where you left Thrawn. You found him in the same position as you left him. You smile interiorly, placing yourself back, your head on his shoulder. You deeply inhale his scent, and close your eyes.

The morning comes way too quickly to your taste, waking up is proven difficult and the prospect of breakfast with those mushrooms doesn’t help. You eat reluctantly and go back on the road soon after.

Once again you progress uneventfully. Until you found something at a turning point.

“What the…?” You start.

You open your eyes wide at the sight of a 74-Z speeder bike laying there.

“What is it doing here?”

“They mentioned vehicles if I recall. They must have scattered them through the region for the teams to find.” He supposes.

“Wonderful! We can join Eli and Jamwest way faster now!” You cheered, jumping right on the seat.

You work the gear but nothing happens.

“It doesn't work.” You lament disappointedly.

Thrawn kneels next to the speeder, eyeballing the transport.

“I see. It is a test to evaluate our mechanics abilities.”

You sigh, not another test. Can nothing work like it is supposed to just for once? You get off the speeder and kneel in front of Thrawn.

“Alright, so what do we got?”

“Hold this.”

It takes you two hours with bare hands to work on the bike, a lot of things were plugged and turned and your skin was pinched to blood more than once, but finally, after several fruitless tries you turn the gear and a rumble echoes between the stone walls of the cavern.

You can’t refrain from a cry of joy.

“Hell yeah! Give me five!”

But Thrawn just squints at you with a confused expression.

“Here, that’s how you do it!”

You take his arm and top his hand with yours with a broad smile. He looks at his hand with a raised eyebrow but doesn’t comment anything.

Sometimes humans really puzzle him.

He takes place in the driver seat and you take place behind him, a little disappointed to not drive, but you soon forget it as you get to take him in your arms. You press yourself gleefully against his broad back, your cheek resting against his warm body. His scent fills up your nose again, and you breathe it joyously.

He makes the motor roar.

“Hang on!”

No need to tell you twice.

You flinch as he starts the engine and picks up speed instantly. You see the walls pass before your eyes at high speed as you fly like the wind. The road is uneven and bumpy, forcing you to snuggle yourself against him tighter, it’s a good excuse and you take full advantage of it, feeling your heart beat faster against him. Flying like that makes you feel like you weigh like a feather and everything is lighter. You feel your ponytail flowing behind you, even your suit seems to less compress you.

Soon you can catch sight of sunshine.

The exit. Finally

You burst out of the cave at full speed, it takes off the ground and you yelp in surprise. You drift on the tall grass and almost plummet off the bike but you’re holding on.

His driving is clearly not the most agile you got to see but it does the job, you close your eyes as low branches come scratch your face. At this moment a shadow passes between the trees next to you. You blink. Did you really see that? You squint and focus. But you see noth- Here! It disappears as quickly it appeared, but you clearly see it this time!

“Thrawn!”

“I know. They are just behind us.”

You hear them more than you see them now, but you’re unmistakably followed by other bikers. You come out on a plateau without forest and three rivals appear behind you with the urge to fight. You gulp at their expressions, they are determined and seem prone to violence.

They’re riding a 74-Z similar to yours, at the difference that they’re faster. You clench your jaw as you realize that you’re technically a dead weight behind Thrawn and you slow him down considerably.

Despite that you feel him accelerate and start zigzagging between the trees and the boulders, they follow without too much difficulty, and get some terrain over you. You hear them laugh as they harass you.

“They are still following us!” You shout over the noise.

He tacks fully to the right, almost throwing you out off the bike, and rushes into a trench. You‘re taken off your seat for seconds until the hard landing, you bang your head against his back.

They’re right on you but are limited by the width of the trench at least.

You shot a glare behind you.

“Dive!” Thrawn warns.

You have just the time to hunch, you pass under a massive trunk. You feel the drought as it grazes your hair. The second pursuer didn’t see it tough and you hear a dull sound as he rushes into it at full speed. You feel for him on this one, he will be very lucky if he doesn’t have the jaw broken.

“Shit!” You hear his teammate swear.

The nice side effect is that his fall slowed down the third one dramatically, the less nice side effect is that the first one is still on your heels and she’s really, really angry now.

She extends her hand, trying to grasp your ponytail. You sweep it away with a large gesture of the arm, throwing both of you off balance. Thrawn rectifies the best he could, but the weight doesn’t help. You emerge from the trench into a plateau in a cacophony of noisy engines and bended sheets of metal.

“Come back here freak! I know you have it!” She screams.

Anger rises at this nickname, you suddenly really want to punch her in the face. Well, you can’t, but you just thought about something almost as satisfying.

“Keep a straight line and let her get closer.” You enjoin Thrawn.

He complies and you see her smile enlarging as she gets on you.

“You’re about to get what you truly deserve, blueface!” She yells.

She acts like she already won. Good, she will be less cautious. You wait for her to get next to you and in a smooth motion you pivot on your seat and jump off.

You land off behind her. You didn’t hit her with your knee as you wanted, but that’s okay. You pick up your gun from your back and slide it under her throat while she tries to maintain the balance of the vehicle, you violently bring your arms back and pull her off the controls, she lets a strangled noise escape her as she tries to ease the pressure on her throat. You spin and let her fall almost carelessly. You look at her rolling in the dirt with a satisfied grin.

You dive onward and take control of the handlebars before you collide with something.

“Two for the price of one!” You shout gleefully to Thrawn.

He nods and slows down at the limit where the jungle starts again, you both stop and look behind. Away you see the third one, stopped too, looking back at you like he is trying to make a decision. You give him a dark look, fully prepared to bring it on if he’s starting again. He stares at you both and turns, retracing his steps towards his fallen comrades.

You observe him pick up the girl when Thrawn speaks.

“It appears I have made a miscalculation.”

You turn back to him in surprise.

“I’m sorry?”

He reaches into his pocket and takes out the cylinders.

“I wanted to take care of it because I am confident in my abilities, but it appears in insight that as the odd one out, I am an obvious target.”

He holds out the cylinder to you. You look without understanding.

“They expect me to have it, we should contradict those expectations.”

You nod, taking the cylinder and putting it in your pocket.

“Let’s go.” Thrawn simply says.

You follow, with the engines at the bare minimum to minimize the noise and you travel for an hour in silence, until you finally see the red tree Thrawn talked about. At last.

Tree grants you shadows but, once again, the temperature is merciless. You raise your hand to shield your eyes and see Eli waving at you. He looks already in a better state than when you left him. You feel a pinch of guilt at his smile.

“What do you got there?” He asks.

“Two brand new 74-Z speeder bike.” You announce proudly.

“I can see that, but where do they come from?”

Thrawn explains to Eli all of the situation while you look over his shoulder. Cosblo stands slightly set back with a closed expression. You both cross-eyes. You offer a contrite smile. He nods.

“What happened (y/n)?” Eli finally asks.

You sigh and decide to put all your cards on the table.

“I needed some time alone to take stock of the situation and I put the team at risk by my sole selfishness. I want to say I’m sorry.”

Eli put his arm around your shoulder.

“And you’re pardoned. Don’t cause us another fright like that again.”

You laugh alongside one another.

“But tell me, you’re radiant. How’s your leg?”

He stretches it in front of you. It got a splint.

“Brand new like your bike! Jamwest did the splint.” They use each other’s name now?

“Did you know he got medical skills thanks to his mother who is an apothecary?”

Yeah, it reminds you of something.

“Now that you're here, we got good news.” Cosblo announces.

Everyone turns towards him.

“We’ve located the B team.”

@bluechiss

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x y/n #thrawn x you #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #jaw crusher #fanfic #vibratingskull

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justgayrevolutionnaries · 2 years ago

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Hello guys guess what I (finally) saw Les Mis on the west end today so I need somewhere to rant about it bear with me here

(under the cut because 1- spoilers and 2- I have no idea how long this is going to be)

First of all just a small disclaimer : I am not in any part of this trying to be like "A was better than B in this role " or whatever it's just me being happy I got to see this show :)

Just hearing the opening live for the first time was amazing. Same goes for the whole show obv but this opening is the best

Also I did not know there were changing backgrounds this was so cool I really liked them

And the whole stage was super impressive I didn't expect everything to be that big it was amazing

Valjean was so good ??? I really liked his acting and his voice is actually incredible. Especially for Bring him home, I think it was one of my favorite versions of this song he has a really intense voice

Javert was incredible as well- I believe it was Stewart Clarke ? Point is he was a very good Javert I love him in this role

Anyway both of them have amazing voices so the Confrontation was very intense (or maybe it's just because it was the first time I saw it live ig)

Moving on but um. Lucie jones ??? Fantine ??? Like ma'am. Please. Your voice.

Literally I dreamed a dream ? So good. Made me tear up. If I am being honest I never cared for this song a lot but I can't even begin to explain how much I loved it here

Anyway she was definitely one of my favorite highlights of the show like yes queen

Also the factory scene was pretty great because I could finally know what was being said in the background- shoutout to whoever says "you bitch" to Fantine because I was not ready for that and the delivery was perfect

MADAME THÉNARDIER WAS AMAZING THANK YOU

Just- her mocking Cosette and her husband, the way she screams "COSETTE" when Thénardier messes up the name... Everything about her was so enjoyable I loved her

+ gotta love Thenardier just for the way he was sleeping and his head shot up when Valjean mentionned money for the first time

Also for being so funny in that moment after look down when Javert just comes to arrest them and he does his whole "may I go" act and then goes back to the policeman previously holding him and places the baton back on his neck I loved that for him

Anyway moving on to my favorite characters ever- tho actually I wasn't expecting to enjoy the beginning of the show that much but hey I did

Okay so Marius right ? If I'm being honest I had doubts about him, mostly because Ropert tripolino looked so much like a grantaire to me so I had a hard time picturing him as Marius but he was great

Very good at playing the part of the lovedstruck dumbass. Which is all it takes for me to like a Marius actually

No but also I loved his voice, maybe a bit shaky but it didn't strike me and I think it fit marius's character well so + it mixes really well with those of both Cosette and Eponine so that was cool, tho sometimes he was a bit drowned out by both of their voices but still.

The Gavroche actor was incredibly cute and funny I loved him so much- his mimicking javert was everything he is the best and must be protected at all cost

I'm doing this in no specific order so might come back to other things but I have said it before and will say it again... I don't like that little dance in one day more. It just kind of kills the vibe in my opinion because I find the dance rather funny but yeah

Anyway just because I have been dying to talk about him and he's all I've been thinking about for the past hours- shoutout to whoever was playing Grantaire. Like really. It was a cover so not sure who it was since I failed to look at the cast list (I wanna say ollie wray but I might be wrong) but oh my god. Sir. He ate it.

Everything about him was so great- I'll come back to him later just to pretend I'm keeping an order here (spoiler : I am not) but his part in Red and Black was incredibly funny it was just grantaire messing around and annoying Enjolras and I love that for him

Talking about Enjolras he was really good actually. I always have a moment of confusion when I see a brunette Enjolras just because I am not used to it but once I could actually focus on him he was very enjoyable

HAVE I TALKED ABOUT EPONINE YET BECAUSE I WANT TO TALK ABOUT EPONINE

She is. Really bitter I want to say. Like my brain isn't braining rn so I don't have words but she was rather sarcastic in a sad way. If that even makes sense. Anyway this attitude was great I loved everything about her

The whole part with Marius asking her for Cosette's adress just showed this and I really liked their dynamic it was exactly how I always imagined them to interact. Like Eponine obviously not being excited by this and Marius just blatantly missing every single cue

Point is I loved both of them

Okay just before I move on to the barricade's part which is all I wanna talk about, I am in love with this Cosette. That's it that's the post but lulu-mae has a beautiful voice, which again mixes really well with that of marius

Oh and also Marius trying to find a way to climb over the fence will never not be funny he's such an idiot I love him

Cue Eponine basically having to protect him while dealing with her own existential crisis- queen

ANYWAY

Actually moving on because this is getting long and I suck at ordering those notes but still

Firstly. Eponine singing On my own. I am actually not okay. She has such an amazing voice oml ??? 10/10 song I love her so much she made me tear up it was the best thing ever

So the barricade scenes

This is actually mostly me ranting about Grantaire and Gavroche because I literally missed a solid part of the barricade moment due to focusing on them

In my defense they were incredibly cute okay ? It's just the way Grantaire looks out for Gavroche and cares for him

And I love them so much I swear

Just two things before I just go on a full rant about them

1- A little fall of rain ?? Just Nathania Ong slaying all over again this was the saddest thing I heard her voice is just the best here

On the over hand this was one of the moment when Roberts voice seemed very much drowned out by hers but. She still carried the song. So it was very cool.

2- drink with me was so sad as well. Mostly because of grantaire. Again. Also I think it's always sad but seeing it live just made it worse- anyway it's just the way grantaire comes to feuilly's face to sing his verse. The way enjolras hugs him very tight when he's done. The way grantaire just pushes him away angrily and goes to stand in a corner. I am actually not okay about this

Also when Grantaire goes stand in a corner Gavroche comes to hug him from behind and he turns around to hug him back and that's basically where I lost it. Everyone was hugging all around but I was just looking at them because they were so cute okay bye

Sidenote but I still don't understand why the musical made Courfeyrac so angry and agressive- like the whole thing with Javert is kinda weird to me ? "Kill the bastard" is a good moment still just his cheering thing or whatever when valjean comes back- I am sorry but Courfeyrac would not do that like ever

Okay I already talked about bring him home and it slayed so yup

And anyway after this point I basically stopped looking at the barricade because I was just watching grantaire and gav so bear with me

During the attack grantaire just seats on a bench and does absolutely nothing. Just stares hopelessly into the void.

But after that there is the whole thing with ammunition and Gavroche volunteering

And okay first of all I really liked how everyone just zooms toward the barricade like Gavroche no- except then Gavroche is on the other side of the barricade right ? And nobody is moving. And you just have grantaire who gets up and starts walking slowly toward the barricade and it's absolutely agonizing

And after that Gavroche throws some ammunition to the guys and there is a short moment of victory- and then he gets shot and everything goes down from there

Enjolras gives his body to grantaire who is just below saying nothing. And it's utterly devastating.

Anyway after that Grantaire just kneels in a corner next to Gavroche's body

But when Marius gets shot him and Enjolras hug over marius's body and that was so sad

When Enjolras gets shot Grantaire just rushes on top of the barricade and starts screaming at the soldiers. And gets shot as well. And I did not know this happened I did not know Grantaire died after Enjolras I was not ready for this moment it destroyed me in so many ways

Anyway after that I basically zoned out because of what had just happened but what I can say is uh

I still don't like how javert's suicide is staged like it just looked to me like he was running backwards and the background was moving so. Yeah

Empty chairs at empty tables was- not the best. I liked the actor for all other moments but I just felt like his voice was kind of weak in this song ? It just didn't move me the way it usually does idk

Tho I still like how the women just laid candles down on the floor and then les amis arrive and pick them up

The Thénardier slaying again at the wedding <33

"I should have married your sister" always a highlight of the show actually

THE FINALE WAS SO GOOD

Lucie Jones again like love the voice love everything thank you queen

And just that moments when everything stops before the final "tomorrow comes" yeah that was that

Okay that's it that's the post if you read it down to here you're crazy and I love you

But still big shoutout to Fantine Eponine and Grantaire because those three really were the best parts of the show for me

#anyway just grantaire being the highlight of the show as alway i love him so much #les mis #les miserables #les mis london

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acaplaya-musings · 1 year ago

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Voiceplay Visuals: Little Mermaid Medley

I already knew right from the start that this was going to be a long post, but how am I only just now realizing that the video itself is like nearly 8 minutes long? Like I knew the Wicked Medley was one of Voiceplay's longer-length videos, but somehow I never realised that this video is in fact longer by 10 seconds! (I guess it's just so good that I never noticed!) God I hope I don't hit the picture limit on this one, because I have a lot to talk about, so let's begin!

Bit of a far cry from the Moana Medley 3 years prior, hey? (This was released in September 2020 btw). I may be wrong, but I believe this is called "we have a bigger budget now" 😂

Right, so Eli (already doing a subtle Eyebrow Raise, might I add), is dressed as Flounder, Rachel is of course Ariel, J is repping Sebastian, Layne is Chef Louis (I think that's his name), and Geoff went freaking all-out as Ursula (aka "Geoffsula"). The hair! The necklace! The airbrushing on the skin! (Seriously that ain't just a standard layer of face/body paint, there is shading going on there!)

(Also what's up with the green wristbands which I've never really acknowledged till now?)

J and Rachel echoing the "heave ho!" bit to each other (gonna try and limit my screencap-taking just a little bit, because I'll probably end up including a ton anyway)

Rachel slipped on that bracelet really smoothly, is it just me? Like girl how did you do that so easily?

Love the little detail of Rachel throwing up the fork (aka "dinglehopper") and it not coming down again. No clue how they did it

(Also that is a very pretty bracelet. And cute necklace!)

I wasn't exactly searching for this screencap, but I felt like I had to include it when I paused on it!

Layne "blowing bubbles" out his mouth!

I love J's little dance moves here 😄

Geoff on air bass again! (representing the line "the plaice play the bass")

Whose idea was this? 😂 (Layne was in charge of both the arrangement and the video, I'm guessing it was him?) And then Voiceplay stuck it on a shirt and made it into merch! (And also for J's farewell party, they got him a cake that had a picture of snail!J on it!)

We're about to get into my favourite part! (Also cool painting!)

Eli and J hamming it up as Flotsam and Jetsam 😝

J's face makes me laugh every time 😆

Purple flames in his eyes! (Voiceplay used a very similar effect last year, on Geoff again, during the Hellfire video)

Hang on what was that little move that J just did there?

"This one longing to be thinner, this one wants to get the girl, and do I help them?"

"Yes indeed"

(Also fun fact: the woman shown here is Rachel Evans, one third of the singing group The American Sirens, who collaborated with Geoff a year later on his cover of Mele Kalikimaka, and the man is her husband!)

"They come flocking to my cauldron crying SPELLS!" "Ursula please!"

(Also shoutout to Eli for the lighting design! He always does such a fantastic job!)

The colouration/tint of the lighting does really interesting things to Geoff's blueish skin colour in this video. In some shots the skin is a really vibrant colour (e.g. see a couple of the shots above), whereas in others, like this one ^ here, it almost looks close to regular skin tone.

This little moment greatly pleases my drama/theatre kid heart 😁

Not talking about vocals not talking about vocals not talking about vocals not talking about-

Okay but the signature bit was very cool, and definitely feels like something Voiceplay would not have been able to do back in 2017

Pfft 😂

Also the lighting here is making Geoff's hair (which got coloured grey for this video) look almost blonde!

Cool smoke effects!

(Also the only reason I haven't done fanart of "Geoffsula" (other than the fact that I don't wanna keep drawing him in black outfits) is that I would not be able to do the skin colouration justice here. Shoutout to Rick Underwood for the makeup!)

"Sing" (sir you're not allowed to look that pretty while looking like that!)

Yeah nah yeah they really went off with the effects on this one

I am getting dangerously close to the image limit and I don't wanna have to split this into two posts, but Layne's whole Les Poissons bit is comedy gold and screencaps don't do it justice anyway

To quote Elizabeth Zharoff: "it takes a confident man to Seagull!" 😂

Love Rachel's awkward-yet-cute little wave at the start of Kiss The Girl (and her dancing a bit further into the song!

Confusion(tm) 🤣

Firstly, Rachel's acting is 100% on-point, and second of all, I love Geoff's evil smirk here, doubly confirming that Rachel is being Vanessa, aka Ursula in disguise!

And now that "Ariel" has got her voice back, everyone else is super happy/animated, while "Ursula" is very subdued. Visual storytelling!

Just managed to avoid the image limit, thank goodness! Also J pops a bubble right at the end 😁

It's hard for me to say whether this is one of Voiceplay's best medleys or not, because how can you compare it to the Boy Band Medley or Trapped or A Chance To Fly? But I will say it is very deserving of the 5.5 million views it currently sits at on YouTube. A lot of effort went into both the arrangement and the video (well done Layne!), and honestly when it comes to Disney stuff, Voiceplay never fails!

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley counts down the hours until you return home. You try to dodge some appealing offers intended to lure you away from Top Gun. And then you break the news to Bradley about when your wedding will be.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and swearing

Length: 3200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley was up early on Thursday morning, but he had to keep himself from texting you right away. The last thing he wanted was to cause a distraction. It was your big day. You'd worked hard for it. He wanted to give you plenty of space.

He didn't like taking the back seat, but he knew now that sometimes it was necessary. Especially since you told him you understood now why he hit Josh back in June.

He'd hit that asshole in the face a million more times if he had to. Thank goodness Jake got through to you about it, because Bradley wasn't going to back down.

"Shit!" he growled when he spilled coffee down the front of his flight suit. He was tired and cranky and unfocused without you at home, and even Tramp was giving him a weird look. "Mommy will be home in two days. We'll both feel better then."

Bradley mopped up the mess, and when he made his way out to your shitty car, he was surprised to find the sky looked like rain. You loved the rare rainy day in San Diego, and Bradley really wished it would hold off until you were home this weekend. Just thinking about a rainy Sunday at home with you was too much. Bradley could practically feel the luxury of your body against his, the cool sheets rubbing his legs as he listened to you sighing his name. He could almost feel your weight on his lap while you fed him Marry Me Rooster, the sound of the rain becoming your playlist.

"Pussy whipped," he muttered, wrenching the driver's door open and ducking down into the car just as the rain started coming down. He gently slid the key into the ignition, but nothing happened when he turned it. "Come on," he groaned. The car had given him an issue every single day this week. He tried to crank it again. Nothing. "You're joking."

Dead battery. Okay, he could deal with a dead battery. He ran through the rain to the elderly neighbors' house and knocked on their door. They were sweet, and Bradley always pulled their weeds for them, so of course they would let him use their car to jump your battery.

So he pulled their Buick into the driveway next to yours, and within a few minutes, he had your car up and running.

But after returning their car and running back through the rain, he was soaked to his compression shorts. "Son of a bitch!" he growled, dashing back inside to change into a dry flight suit. He could still be on time if he left immediately, so he didn't bother drying off his hair.

He ran back out to the driveway and made it to his scheduled simulation with one minute to spare.

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"I am so impressed by you, Lieutenant," your boss told you while he helped you test the equipment that would be used during the presentation. You had about an hour until showtime, and you were more excited than nervous.

"Thank you, sir. I love what I'm working on right now. Please keep me in your lab forever."

Bickel chuckled and lined everything up behind the podium for you. "I'll be happy to have you as long as you want to stay. But I wouldn't be surprised if a more enticing opportunity comes your way. Something might even lure you back to Annapolis permanently."

You pictured the Craftsman, and your backyard with Tramp running around. You pictured your car parked next to the Bronco in the driveway. You pictured your pretty kitchen, and the piano next to the sliding glass door. You pictured Bradley, cracking up and kissing your neck while you made dinner.

"No way. I'm set on Top Gun, sir."

"Well then, we'll keep you. And I'm going to submit paperwork for your next rank promotion come the January cycle."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you tried to speak, but he quickly added, "Assuming you don't blow this presentation. Which I know you won't. Now, let's get started."

You texted Bradley to let him know you would be shutting your phone off shortly, but you got an immediate response that made you smile.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: I miss you too much. I'm counting down the minutes until I can pick you up on Saturday. Good luck. You're amazing.

He was sweet. He was always so sweet to you. And he was probably having a lovely week without you, but still wanted you to feel missed.

"They are about to introduce us, and then it's time to shine. Make me look good," Bickel told everyone. You made sure your hair was still in its bun, straightened your uniform pins, and then strode out to the front of the room to the polite applause.

There were several hundred in attendance to hear all about the work that was done in your lab, most of which you had directly contributed to. So you breezed through everything, barely needing to consult your notes. And when it was time to take questions at the end, nearly everyone in your group was smiling.

"How does your work relate to the portion of the pentagon budget used for the un-manned aircrafts?" asked a Commander who was seated near the front with a sour smirk on his face. "Or are you unaware of that competing research?"

You adjusted the microphone clipped to your shirt and thought about Bradley, Phoenix, Jake, Bob and Payback. You thought about Fanboy and Coyote and Maverick.

"Our work is not related to the un-manned projects in any way, sir. Simply because we don't believe in naval aviation without naval aviators. That way of thinking is misguided and misinformed. And I'll be happy to explain it to you."

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Bradley almost never had headaches. But he had one today. You'd apparently only had time to send him a thumbs up letting him know everything went well. He hoped you'd been swallowed up by a sea of admirals asking about your work.

He also hoped your car would make it to the mechanic for him to switch it with the Bronco. He'd needed to have Nat help him jump your shit car again after work, but luckily he had a voicemail message letting him know that the Bronco was ready to be picked up. So he was planning on switching them and praying the prognosis would be that your car was not repairable.

But as he crossed the bay bridge, Bradley could already hear you complaining that the car never ever gave you any issues, so it must just be him. He rolled his eyes so hard as he drove slowly through the pouring rain, nearing the far end of the bridge when the car stalled out.

"What the fuck," he gasped, trying to pump the brakes and restart the engine. "A fucking death trap!"

Bradley guided the careening car to as safe a stop as he could manage, nudging the front end against the guide rail off the side of the road at the end of the bridge. He saw his phone lighting up on the passenger seat. You were calling him, most likely on your way back to your room after dinner.

"Baby Girl," he said as calmly as he could when he answered, but his nerves were shot.

"Roo! I've had the most wonderful day! Do you have a minute?"

He glanced around at the traffic that continued to drive past him through the rain, and all around the interior of your stalled out car. "Sure do, Sweetheart. All the time in the world, since I've got nothing else to do today except push your piece of shit car off the side of the goddamn bay bridge!"

"What happened?" you demanded. "You promised you'd be nice to it!"

"I was nice to it. It was not nice to me."

"I told you it gets finicky in reverse!" you reminded him.

How reverse gear was supposed to help him drive across the bridge was beyond his comprehension at the moment, so he just took a calming breath and said, "Everything is fine here. Please, tell me about your day, Sweetheart."

You squealed. "Well I just got back to my room, and I spilled cocktail sauce on my dress at dinner, which was very annoying. But Sonya had a Tide to go pen in her bag, which was really helpful. But anyway, I nailed the presentation, Bradley. Like absolutely destroyed it! I even shut down an obnoxious officer when I took questions. I just wish you could have been there!"

"I'm proud of you, Baby Girl. And tomorrow night is the dinner you've been looking forward to."

"Yes! And then I get to come home to you and rest and relax! And I have a treat for you that I think you're going to love."

"You got me a treat?" he asked, picturing some new lingerie in his future. "Can I get one for you too then? How mad would you be if I bought you a new car?"

"You're being dramatic. I'm sure whatever you did to hurt my car's feelings will be remedied as soon as I get back."

He once again glanced around at the dead car. "Great idea. Just come back to me, and honestly everything will be better, okay?"

"I love you. I'll see you on Saturday, sexy." You hung up without another word, leaving Bradley to once again check under your hood in the pouring rain.

"I hate you. I hope you know that," he told the car before pounding his fist repeatedly on the steering wheel.

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Your green wool dress was the perfect thing to wear to dinner with the admirals in October in Maryland. You were feeling great. You rocked your presentation. Josh could go fuck himself. And you looked like a million bucks as you took a cab with your boss to a swanky restaurant.

"So, how are your wedding plans coming along?" Bickel asked you, and you suddenly felt like you wished you could tell him more about it than just confetti cake. The funny thing was, he was there that first day you ever met Bradley, and really, he had been around for your entire relationship.

"Coming along. Bradley has been really patient with my work, and once I get home, we're really going to nail down our plans. But something small, nothing crazy."

"Evelyn and I just eloped. Save yourselves some time and money," he recommended with a smile as he helped you out of the cab.

The restaurant was lovely, and the dinner ended up being perfect. And by the dessert course, Admiral Jennings was probing you to see if you'd ever consider Annapolis for your career.

You'd had a glass of champagne and a few cocktails, and everyone was really enjoying themselves, but you just shook your head. "Honestly? Probably not, Admiral. I love Top Gun aviation. I don't know that I would find the same niche at the Naval Academy, even though your labs are impressive."

She just nodded at you and said, "You'll keep my number on hand? If you change your mind? Your presentation was excellent, and I would love to steal you from North Island if you ever wanted to leave."

You laughed and said, "Never say never. But I plan on taking over his lab someday."

Bickel pretended to glare at you, but you knew he really wanted the best for your career.

When you eventually got back to your room in the barracks, you called Bradley since it was three hours earlier back home.

He answered after one ring. "Baby Girl."

"Roo," you sighed, and he groaned in response.

"We miss you too much. Flight lands at two? I'll be at the airport by one just in case."

"How do you manage to be deployed and not miss me?" you asked, tossing your dirty clothes into your suitcase and packing up your things.

"I miss you the entire time I'm deployed. It's just maybe a little easier to get through the day when I know there's no way I can communicate with you."

"That makes sense," you told him, stripping off your dress and admiring your tattoo in the mirror. "Are you excited about your treat?"

You heard him moan softly. "Is it something lacy that you can wear when we make another video?" he rasped, and you actually had to squeeze your thighs together.

"No.... but it could be combined with something that is," you replied, making sure you had a cute pair of clean underwear left for the morning. "Would you like that?"

"Absolutely, Sweetheart. I can't wait for my treat. And you."

When you ended the call, you spread some ointment on your tattoo and pulled on Bradley's UVA shirt for bed. You could shower and finish packing in the morning.

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Your six hour flight was the only thing between you and Bradley at the moment, so you were anxious to take off. You settled into your window seat with the rest of your lab team across the aisle from you. You stretched out in your leggins and Bradley's huge UVA sweatshirt when you noticed newlyweds in matching Just Married shirts walk past. You smiled at them as you checked the time on your phone.

Your lock screen was a picture of you and Bradey in front of the Bronco outside the Hard Deck. Phoenix had taken the picture, so of course you and Bradley were both mid-laugh because of whatever she had just said. The sun was setting in the background, and the San Diego sky had that magical, saturated look where every color was represented.

"Perfect for a wedding," you muttered, putting your earbuds in and selecting a playlist as the plane started to taxi.

What did you even want for your wedding? Your dress was with you in a garment bag. You already had Carole's veil. You'd need pretty underwear and some shoes; you could remedy that in a day. Bradley could wear anything he wanted, you didn't care. Confetti cake was a done deal. You'd have so few wedding guests to invite, you could probably get away with a simple catering menu.

Just that pretty sky in the background would be enough.

You checked your phone calendar. Maybe November could work after all? You'd immediately loved the idea of having the same anniversary month as your parents and Bradley's parents. Your heart was beating a little faster as you considered it.

Your parents would be out for Thanksgiving. You'd only have six weeks or so to make it all happen, but now that you could picture it all in your mind, you wanted it. And you wanted it next month. It would be perfect.

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Bradley arrived at the airport an hour early. He managed to snag an empty bench near baggage claim, and then he continued with his research. He had about twenty tabs open in his browser, each one with information for a Hawaiian honeymoon.

He had eliminated a few hotels already. Nothing seemed good enough for you, but he had found a few with nice perks. Like one with a private pool and hot tub. And another one with private bungalows where he figured you could get nice and loud. A butler to deliver room service so the two of you could stay in bed all day? Sounded like a necessity to him.

God these places were expensive. But he just smirked, because you hadn't mentioned a budget, and he wasn't about to bring it up.

A text from you popped up letting him know your flight had landed. He wanted to hold you in the worst way. He also had to break it to you that your car was in the shop with a plethora of issues. He didn't know if he should tell you that before or after he got you home, because you would definitely notice that it was missing from the driveway.

When he heard the announcement for your flight, he made his way to baggage carousel F and waited. Finally he saw you weaving through people as you smiled at him. You were the most stunning woman he had ever seen in his life, and you were his. In fact, you were wearing his sweatshirt and now running towards him.

"Roo!" Your voice made the biggest smile break out on his face as you dropped everything you were holding and let him scoop you up.

"I missed you, Baby Girl," he said just as your lips found his. Your kisses were gentle yet needy as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

He held your hips while you wrapped your legs around him. "Is this what it feels like when you get back from a deployment, Roo? Because I feel like I've missed everything about you, every inch of you, and it's only been a week."

He rubbed his nose softly against your cheek and nipped at your lips. "That's exactly how it feels. Like nothing has ever felt as good as holding you."

You whimpered softly, and he kissed you harder until he heard the carousel start up. As you eased down his body until you were standing flush against him, looking up at him, he stroked your perfect cheek with his thumb. "Sweetheart, how did you come back with more bags than you left with?"

Bradley watched you nudge the thick garment bag with your toe as you casually shrugged. "Oh, this? In the garment bag? That's just my wedding dress."

His heart was pounding, and he was speechless. He tried several times to formulate actual words, but you just smiled and kissed his Adam's apple. "Cat got your tongue?" you asked softly as he held you tight.

He swallowed a few times before he managed to ask, "You bought your wedding dress this week?"

"Mmhmm. Well, my mom did. But that's it, right inside the bag. Texted photos to Nat and Maria, and they approved it as well."

Your tone was so relaxed, merely speaking facts to him, but Bradley could barely handle this information. "That's the dress? You're going to marry me in that dress?" he asked, pointing at the plain black bag as his feet. When you nodded, he scooped it up like it was sacred and hung it over his arm. "Don't leave it on the floor!"

You just laughed and pointed out your suitcase and one of your huge plastic tubs.

Bradley gathered all of your equipment and your suitcase, but he refused to let go of your dress bag.

"Can I see it?" he asked softly as you raised the handle on your suitcase.

"Absolutely not, Bradley! Not until the end of next month," you said with the cutest grin as he laid your dress bag across the bins and picked them up.

He was afraid to ask. He didn't think his brain could handle any more information. But the smile on your face was goading him, and he wanted to know everything that was going on inside your mind at the moment.

"What's at the end of next month, Sweetheart?" he asked as you took a small step away from him, wheeling your suitcase behind you.

You turned back to look at him over your shoulder, that same perfect smile adorning your lips. "Our wedding."

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She went and did it, made all his dreams come true. And he hasn't even seen his treat yet....that will be in the next chapter, promise.

PART 10

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years ago

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Unexpected

TW: Angst. Hints of domestic abuse. Fluffy Rafe. Protective Rafe. Mentions of pregnancy.

SUMMARY: Rafe defends you against his father and reminds you why this new life with him is worth it all.

WORD COUNT: 2200

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Hi! I have a request for when you come back! I hope it isn’t too similar to anything you’ve written before. This is kind of long so if you write this please take out/change anything you want! So you are a pogue and are dating rafe (not canon rafe) and ward is still kind of ehh about you (meanwhile rose, sarah, and wheezie love you) and your parents are still ehh about rafe. Even though you and rafe are always careful, you end up pregnant and when you and rafe tell your parents they kick you out. So of course rafe tells you to move in with him and when rafe (and you) gets back home he asks everyone to come downstairs and you guys tell his family. Ward plays it cool but later that night you wake up in the middle of the night to go get a glass of water and but see rose standing in the hallway listening to rafe and ward arguing about you and ward says stuff like “how could you be so stupid” “she’s just using you for money” and rafe is trying to be civil and not argue (cause non canon rafe) but then ward says something REALLY bad like “are you even sure it’s yours?” And rafe goes OFF on ward and it gets really bad that rose and eventually you step in and rafe looks at you and is just thinking like “please tell me she didn’t hear all of this”. You and rose calm rafe and ward down and go to bed and rafe is just like “what all did you hear” and you tell him and he’s like “you know everything he said isn’t true” “if he ever talks to you or treats you like that you tell me”. You could end it here and just have it be them going to bed or maybe add the next day (or a few days later) ward apologizes. If you wanted to make it even longer then maybe some time jumps to different stages! Like first doctor appointment, finding out what you’re having, stating to show more, etc. Can’t wait for your return!

*THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST AND I HOPE I AM ABLE TO DO IT JUSTICE!*

Unexpected

You weren't exactly sure what you were expecting, but this certainly wasn't it. The expressions in which you only wanted to wear pride in reference to you, were now filled with such disappointment. A silent conversation of lowered eyes and scowled mouths that ultimately offered their lack of support in a mutual shaking of their heads. It was during this that Rafe extended his large hand over yours as confirmation. A quiet but powerful grip that reminded you that you were in this together.

"We raised you to be smarter than this..." Your mother finally spoke as Rafe tensed to how you were addressed. Yet, he did not want to infiltrate the clear frailty of the situation you seemed to have somewhat control over. Instead, he remained on the fringes of a defense.

"I hope you don't expect us to be raising this baby..." Your father added.

"Sir, I-" Rafe attempted.

"You've done enough." Rafe's jaw clenched as he carried his hand to your knee in a further attempt to console you.

"We've been careful. Always. I never wanted to disrespect her, I've only ever wanted to take care of her..." Rafe validated and simplified his intentions as your eyes illuminated and paused from the tears your parents brought behind your eyes.

"You think you can?"

"I know, I can..." Your father's jaw pulled to a cocked rest as he slowly nodded.

"Then she's yours." Your mother looked at your dad for a second before bowing in submission.

"I think everyone's a bit on edge-"

"One more word, Rafe..." Your father threatened as you moved tearfully to stand before he collected your hand.

"Just come with me..."

"My stuff-" You looked towards the hall leading to your bedroom as you sniffled. Once happy memories in pictures surrounding this heartbreaking exchange as you could feel the tension grow the longer you lingered.

"I will take care of you. I promised that a long time ago," His eyes rose to your parents. "And it's a shame they won't get to see it." Before you could reject, he guided you to his car.

The car remained silent as his hand kept to your thigh. Not a moment since you read the handful of tests to be positive that you were left untouched.

"I can't do it again..." You confessed as he cut the engine before moving out of the car. In what you believed to be anger, you prepared for a true apprehension to place the blame on you. But once that door came open, he lowered until he could see your expression from beneath the fold you'd made towards him. A bent finger offering every contortion of your expression now made knowledgeable to him.

"It's you and me. Nobody else but us," His hand rested on your stomach, "matters. And I'm sorry it hurts, but I promise you, I'm never going anywhere. Not when you've given me something so...so beautiful...something that's mine. Ours " He quickly corrected as you nodded.

"Ours..." You agreed as he helped you from the car, treating you as if you were glass before leading you into Tannyhill. It had taken only a moment before Rose and Wheezie were already in the kitchen discussing your outfit and how they favored it. Of the handful of girls they knee held Rafe's attention, you had been the one in which they adored. All because you didn't care about price tags or club memberships. You cared about authentic hearts, no matter how battered. And Rafe was one you wanted to nurture as you saw the potential beauty it possessed. And even under the shade of a star crossed sky, it bloomed by the nurture offered by you both.

"What, are you pregnant or something?" Sarah asked with indifference, kind enough to you to not be an enemy, but too wrapped in her own drama to worry about getting close to you one way or another. When your eyes darted to Rafe, who smiled with nervous pride, Sarah's expression changed.

"Shit..."

"Well..." Ward was taken aback, catching the confession at the very last second before surprising you with an embrace. But there was something in the grasp that was clearly forced.

"Her family wasn't as...receptive..."

"Our house is always open to you. Especially now..." His eyes fell to your stomach as Wheezie was nearly bouncing off the walls from excitement. A thousand and one questions came about from baby names to gender wishes as you were unaware Ward had pulled Rafe away.

After being given the celebration you were denied by your own blood, you were taken to your room. But as you had fallen asleep in his arms rather quickly when he returned to you, from an exhausting day, you were too immersed in slumber to notice the isolation that came somewhere after you found this rest.

But your feet were only able to move a few steps before muffled voices were heard beneath your soles. Low enough to not make out the conversation itself, but passionate enough to shake the antiquated bones of the landmark you resided in beneath the grace of the owners. Because of this, whatever reason you'd been made conscious for faltered, and you searched the source of such vocality.

At the bottom of the steps you would find Rose against the wall outside Ward's study, a pinch on the bridge of her nose as her head came to shake. You knee the scene well as it was often a ridicule of Rafe in what should have been kind yet constructive criticism.

"We were safe-"

"Apparently not safe enough! I knew if it came down between you and Sarah that I wouldn't be able to rely on you for the brains of any operation, but how could you be so stupid?" Your eyes narrowed. Rafe never explained how cruel his father could be. Instead, he evaded the moments instead and often distracted you with soft kisses, your teasing, and even eventually sultry games of tag, but never in detail as you witnessed now. And it made your blood boil and her jaw tighten before Rose caught your arm.

"Let them deal with it..." She spoke in warning, true fear behind her eyes as you released a sigh before looking in the slit of the door.

"She's just using you for your money, don't you get that?!" You commended Rafe for remaining posies through this emotional degradation. Hurtful words from someone who was always supposed to instruct had spoken volumes of his character to not retaliate. But it would take one unwise comment and he was in his soles and towards his father.

"Sounds to me she doesn't have very high standards...and she hangs around those other pogues all the time. Where she belongs. But how do you know it's even yours?" Rose bolted into the room, trying to keep the men apart as the volume became too obnoxious to make out what either of them had said. But where you were worried about Rafe acting on impulse and doing something he would regret, he was focused on you. Hoping you didn't hear how his father spoke of you. Especially after the rejection and heartlessness of your own family. But now it was your turn to defend the relationship so many had waged against.

"I love Rafe, Mister Cameron-" He scoffed, fishing a hand through his hair to correct it as you held yourself in front of Rafe as his hands were soft on your hips. But when you spoke these words to hope it would soften the tension,he only scoffed.

"What could you possibly see in him?" You could feel Rafe deflate behind you. His sole weakness against his promise to you having Ren his father's words.

"Everything you don't." Ward sent himself forward to speak as Rafe stood before you in immediate defense before you continued. Even as his body shook, symptoms of an unhealthy exchange worn in his tremors, his priority was to protect you. And his child.

"Rafe has more heart and compassion, that I am beyond grateful he doesn't get from you. And not only is he going to make an incredible father, despite the fact his role model was less than ideal, he is going to excel in all he does because he is smart and devoted and attentive and liayal."

"If you think you get a single penny-"

"I don't want your money!"

"Maybe not now, but when you are eating off of three days old take out and your power gets cut off-"

"You have no idea, do you?" You asked with narrowed eyes as his eyes rolled.

"Humor me..."

"Just how much he is going to excel being away from you..." You interlaced your fingers in Rafe's as you led him from the house and down the driveway. Mindless steps continued until he pulled you to a stop.

"Maybe we can stay at Topper's just for the night until I can get a plan...But I promise you-"

"The only promise you need to make me is that you'll love me...This responsibility doesn't fall on you, Rafe. Not alone anyway." He bowed his head. "And he wasn't right about what he said. Any of it."

"I'm sorry you had to hear any of it...I just want to protect you and I feel like you being with me only hurts you..."

"What hurts is being away from you." To this, he illuminated. More than the stars overhead or the fire in your hearts.

"Well then you'll never be in pain again, baby. You're stuck with me..."

"And you're stuck with us..." He grinned widely as your hand set over your stomach.

The first few months were trying for the initial changes of the coming life within you. Milestones and moments came and distanced as occasional stress and tension found their way within. Following the first doctor's appointment, and a guilt trip from Rose and Wheezie, Ward altered his attempts until you were on chivalrous terms. Maybe never close, but close enough to supply a healthy enough environment for the coming child.

A boy. A baby boy you'd hoped would harbor Rafe's kind eyes and strong heart. But he would teasingly argue against this as you were wrapped within his arms at night. The days that continued were spent watching you round, kicks and heartbeats sounded at every chance and sonogram photos hung proudly in the mirror of your shared bedroom to view them as often as possible.

"You and me, baby..." Rafe reminded by his arms coming around you with a humorous strain to what was once so effortlessly, his hands coming to a rest over yours as your son kicked.

"Us."

"All of us."

"Forever." You turned to kiss him, such a simple notion validating why this would never be a regret or a mistake in any context. Even if it was unexpected, the best things often are...

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gremlingottoosilly · 2 years ago

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Just one shot [Military photographer!Reader x CoD characters] part three

You successfully escaped the hell of the art school — in debt, with nothing but your(shitty) camera, a diploma and disappointed parents who never understood your life choices. Being a part if the military wasn’t your first option, but what else can you do? And at least, people here are fun to work with…

Featured characters: Ghost

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Ah, you're fucked. Utterly and deeply, there is literally nothing you could do about your fate – once you get out of bed, you would have to face the cruel fate of being a person who has to take picture of Ghost. Like, the Ghost.

You doubt that he even wanted to be in the photo album, for fucks sake, even his files don't have photos! And yet, here you are, with nothing but your camera in your hands. Shaky, sticky from sweat, twitching little hands. Feeling like a crushed bug under the boot of some very rude and borderline sadistic kid. You wanted to play it cool, to maybe just wait a little bit so the storm will be finished before you start working. Unfortunately for you, you are literally on a clock and tight schedule. Unfortunately for you, Ghost literally has only one hour of free time. Unfortunately for you, you are going to steal this hour from him. With shaky - relax, for the love of god, he can't legally kill you o this base even if he would try really hard - you are going straight to the massive figure exiting the training area. Soap is looking at you strangely, almost making you step back and readjust everything you knew and loved. Gaz is not here, thankfully, so only one sergeant will be here to witness your inevitable demise. With a quiet sigh, you approached Ghost. And here you thought that being a photographer for the base will save you from the fate of being killed in action. Ghost will fucking kill you and then use your body to taunt all of the other recruits who are dumb enough to approach him next time.

"Sir, I am sorry for disturbing your peace and, quite frankly, I waited long enough for you to finish your training so I will have the opportunity to do my work and this is very important for the base morale and your team, obviously, so, um, what I was saying is..." "What is it, private? You need to speak short, I am not going to wait for ages for you to finish." You are going to die. Good luck, private Victor 6-8, you will never see these numbers be funny. "Sorry, sir. I need to take a photo of you, for the yearbook." "Not gonna happen, private." "But sir, this is important!" "No bloody photos. Ain't got time for this fashion magazine shit." "Sir, please, it's just one fast click! With mask, of course, I am not going to reveal your identity, I understand how important that is and..." "This is final. No." Ah, if you are going to die, at least you can die on your feet, with your weapon - well, your camera - in your hands and no sight of fear in your eyes. Even if you are so fucking terrified right now, that your legs are shakier than adrenaline junkie after a training session with KorTac. You can also just steal his mask and make Soap wear it, no one would ever notice a difference. Or you can be a bit more persuasive and use some of this pretty charm that you most certainly have. You do, right?

"Sir, if you are feeling uncomfortable about the prospect of making a photo, I can...oh, I can give you these sunglasses. What do you think?" He looks at the sunglasses, conveniently sitting on the desk near you. You don't know where they came from and who they belong to, but at this moment, this doesn't matter. You just need to make this photo, then exit to your room and wallow in sadness until the second coming of Christ or any other shit that you have been listening to while picking up a Christian radio station near the base. The devil is already here. And the devil is nodding, putting the sunglasses on. Fucking hell. "One photo. I'm not going to pose, just make it quick." He sounds like a grumpy dad who hates making photos in front of every statue on a vacation he was paying too much for. Or like q edgy teenager who hates his mom for making him pose for a family photo. Well, you are taking what you can and getting in position. Holy shit, this guy could be a model if he would want to. For Hot Topic, at least. You took the photo, now looking at the camera in your hands, trying to see if the lighting in this room was okay and Ghost doesn't look too fucking weird standing here like the Death itself. Although you think that even the Grim Reaper would be easier to convince. "Do you want to take a look, sir?" He is nodding again, leaning closer. He is right behind you now...large hands in skeleton gloves - so fucking edgy, you can't believe this guy - are slowly creeping on your waist, adjusting your position so it would be easier for him to look.

His hands are so big, that they can wrap around your waist with ease. He can squish all of your internal organs and won't even feel a thing, you think. This is terrifying, but then...oh shit, you feel something, growing inside with a rapid speed. You are a lost cause, you know this, right? "Not so hard on the eyes, huh, recruit?" His raspy voice is making something in your skin shiver. Not from fear, unfortunately for your poor soul. You really, really need to listen more closely to this religious radio - maybe, it will help you not act like a blushing mess in front of your superiors. "This is...yes, sir. You are looking quite nice." "Next time, private, tell me about this in advance. Would get a new haircut." Funny. He is looking and sounding like he is going to murder you - and yet, he is joking. Perhaps, you really should watch the dark corners of the base today. Would be pretty sad to die without even finishing the yearbook.

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ladyelissarose · 2 years ago

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‘I think you’re cute’

(In honor of @entertainmentgal8 who gave this wonderful idea!)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x black curvy reader (nickname- Koko)

Warnings: sass and fluff... anything else?

Summary: Who knew that Bob would be sorta intimidated by confident girls? Well, with Jake’s help which was a shove, Bob falls into the lovely hands of a friendly stranger.

Climbing out of her white convertible, Koko fluffed her short, shiny jet black hair that had gotten a little crazy due to the strong winds while driving down Fighter Town. The hot beaming sun shone down on her smooth bare shoulders, as she wore a spaghetti strap yellow blouse, a color that made her walnut colored skin glow beautifully. Koko had decided to come to California for a short vacation and visit her mother, wanting to take a break from books and numbers, after graduating with a Masters in Business and Financing back at Springfield, Georgia. At first she wasn’t too sure about her choice of place to spend her free time at Hard Deck after her mother decided to call the day short, but soon she’d learn that it had been the best decision ever. Upon walking in, Koko was met with the jolly music playing through the speakers, it wasn’t familiar she thought, but still enjoyed a little bit of a twist when it came to different versions of music. What she did quickly notice though, was how a lot of the customers there were either wearing green flight suits or Naval khakis, making her realize immediately when she saw the decorated wall full of Naval badges and pictures,

‘This must be a Sailor’s hangout place... how cool.’

Koko admired the many mugs that hung on the ceiling, and loved the view as she took a seat at the bar, waiting to get her order taken, she didn’t even know what to get, so she just figured that she’d ask the beautiful woman that just appreciate her with a lovely voice,

“Hi dear, I’m Penny. What can I get for you?”

Penny’s warm smile made Koko feel more at ease as she asked,

“What’s the best refreshing drink I can get here, maybe something that’s not necessarily alcohol but still good?”

Perking her eyebrows Penny looked at the shelf’s behind her as she sighed,

“Well, I can see if I can make you something interesting, give me a second, please.”

Koko sent her a nod,

“Of course, thank you.”

Just then she heard the door swing open and loud laughters filled the room as the new customers entered. Koko watched intently as she witnessed a tall brunette walk in with a well kept mustache in a Hawaiian shirt, along with another tall man who was a blond, with a toothpick sticking out of his lips barley hanging off his pink tongue. They pushed each other playfully while calling one another teasing names, but soon behind them walked in a short cute guy, with his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he was looking down trying to fix his belt that kept his khakis up. Koko was entertained for a moment as she watched him fiddle with his belt for quite a minute, though it was cute to watch him so concentrated that even a small line appeared between his brows and his tongue barely poked out his lips. A Texan accent drew Koko out of her daze when it was drawled in her direction,

“Howdy there ma’am, who’s got ya here looking pretty today?”

Realizing that he was clearly flirting and giving his attention to her, Koko smiled confidently as she sat up,

“This is only for me sir.. how about yourself?”

Smiling broadly at Koko’s sass while adding a wink, he puffed his chest and extended his hand to her,

“Same here darling, I’m Jake by the way.”

Shaking it firmly enough Koko replied,

“I’m Koko, you must be a Naval Aviator right?”

Taking in by surprise that she knew who he was, Jake couldn’t help but ask as he took a set next to her,

“My my I hardly have anyone outside of the Navy telling me who I am, but I’m honored. Anyways, how’d you know specifically?”

Knowing that she could count on her smarts when it came to these things Koko simply said,

“Oh I didn’t know, I just put the pieces together now. Though It’s kinda obvious when your wearing a Wings badge right over your chest, it pretty much symbolizes what you do.”

Letting out a surprised huff, Jake took in Koko’s appearance and smiled,

“Well you must have the whole package then.”

Quirking an eyebrow at Jake Koko hummed,

“Oh really? And what does a whole package come with to you?”

With a cheeky grin Jake replied honestly,

“Brains and beauty Koko, brains and beauty. Not everyone has both, but you seem to be an exception to that.”

With a proud smile Koko put forth,

“I must be Mother Nature’s favorite then, Jake.”

A hearty laugh was let out as Jake threw his head back, he couldn’t get enough of how sassy and confident Koko was, she wasn’t like other girls, who were shy and needed everyone’s approval, Koko knew who she was and stood by it proudly. Soon Penny came back and questioned,

“Does a root beer sound good to you? It’s the best on in town I’ll tell you that.”

Koko felt a wave of satisfaction hit her as her mouth watered,

“Sounds perfect to me, I’ll take one.”

Penny smiled happily,

“Great! Now what can I get for you Hangman?”

Jake placed his card on the table while ordering,

“I’ll open a tab for my boys and I, and I’ll start with a light beer for now.”

Picking up a cool bottle from the fridge Penny handed to him as he thanked her then yelled for Bob,

“Thanks Penny. Hey Bob! Come over here and grab something.”

Koko followed Jake’s fingers that pointed towards the person he called Bob, and a warm fuzz of butterflies filled her tummy when she locked eyes with the person she was entertained with earlier. His bright blue eyes soon looked away from Koko’s warm brown ones as he felt a rush of shyness go through his system, unbeknownst to him made Koko feel a pinch of sadness of the thought that he couldn’t bare the sight of her. Even though she was pretty confident about herself, she still couldn’t help but feel a little hint of self consciousness, Koko was pretty curvy, had her short ack hair, along with cute earrings that covered her ears. She had seen the others girls that filled the seats in Hard Deck, and they were nothing like her, they were more taller and slim, lighter skin, looking more attractive than her she thought. But soon Bob came trailing around shyly as he watched Penny from the other side of the bar preparing Koko’s root beer, he couldn’t tell what it quite was yet, so he watched curiously. A few seconds later Penny came back and placed the cool root beer in front of Koko as she said sweetly,

“Enjoy dear.”

“Thank you Penny.”

Koko mirrored Penny’s smile as she began to take a long sip of her delicious drink, and quickly relishing its goodness. Bob had watched Koko the entire time as she drank her root beer, to shy to ask what drink it was so he could get one too. You see, Bob was always a quiet one, not really talking much and staying in his own comfort square, and asking a complete stranger (though very beautiful to him) about what drink she was having was too much for him. But Jake came to the rescue when he nudged Bob’s side and whispered to him subtly,

“You’re never going to be heard if you don’t speak, just ask. I promise you she’s really cool.”

Bob looked at Jake with a glimpse of fear, shaking his head while stuttering,

“A-Are you kidding me? M-Me.. talking to her is a joke, I’m totally out of her league perhaps, she probably likes strong and confidently guys like you, not quirky and n-nerdy guys like me Bagman-“

Jake huffed under his breath as he threatened Bob,

“Just shut up and ask, or I’ll ask for you and make you look like a total shy baby that has 4 eyes! Go!!”

Hangman giving Bob a light shove was enough to catch Koko’s attention as Bob steadied himself on the chair that was right next to her. Hangman walked away towards Rooster while hoping that his shove helped Bob out of his comfort zone. And Koko being the sweet and attentive person she was, asked him nicely,

“Oh! are you ok?”

The death of Bob was the moment he heard Koko’s sweet words that were directed to him, and he completely went blank as he stood there leaning on the stool he almost fell on. Koko smiled at him with confidence to show him that she was ok with him around her, and proved it more when she innocently giggled at his confused face as she fixed his glasses back in there place carefully while saying,

“You might want to check your glasses sweetie, might need better ones, so you’re not tripping over.”

Hearing her sweet sass made Bob break his ice easily, as he retorted back,

“Oh- oh no.. I uh, was blinded by...”

Koko raised a brow at him as she waited for him to finish his sentence, which came with a shock as he spurted out,

“I was blinded by your beauty.”

Koko sent him a face of awe as she pushed her hair behind her ear,

“Oh is that so... well, I’ll be here to catch you every time you fall for my beauty.”

Sending him a wink afterwards only made his heart swoon as he let out a cute, short chuckle, grateful to know that she took his words kindly,

“Oh! Well, thank you..”

“No thank you... why don’t you take a seat.. I’m Koko.”

Bob quickly sat down as he shook her hand gently,

“I’m Bob, uh- it’s a pleasure Koko.”

“Likewise Bob, so what brings you here?”

Bob sighed gratefully once again to know that Koko was kind and talkative, making his social skills a little bit easier to get out, as he replied,

“I just got back from training today.. I’m in the Navy.”

Sending him a nod of approval Koko said,

“A Naval Aviator correct?”

Excited to know that she knew what he did, he replied,

“Yeah! Exactly. H-How about you? I’ve never seen you here.”

2 hours then had passed as Koko and Bob chatted back and forth about one another’s lives and how they got to Hard Deck that very day. Bob was happy to know that Koko was quite the brains like he was, they were able to relate in a lot of things when it came to learning and education. Koko had even let him get a taste of her drink which soon convinced him to get his own glass that never went empty for the rest of the evening as they happily got to know each other more. Hangman watched in the distance and was proud to see that his planned worked, as Koko laughed happily with Bob as he talked so freely with her, like if they had known each other for years and years. When Bradley got with playing the piano after being paid by Hangman to do so, only because he wanted to see Bob and Koko get closer, he was even more excited when he saw Bob take Koko’s hand lovingly and pull her towards the open space and began to show her some moves as they danced while laughing like carefree teenagers. Koko could feel how nervous he was to lay his hands on her as they danced, but she did the move for him when she placed her hands in his own, and led them to rest on her curvy hips, Bob was wide eyed once he realized where exactly his hands were, but was calmed when Koko reassured him,

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, that’s ok.”

Bob was quick to let her know that this was all he wanted,

“Oh I’m completely happy- well fine with this- y-you know what I mean right?”

His nervous giggles were enough to convince Koko that this was probably Bob’s first time ever doing this, so she asked him,

“You’ve never danced with a girl Bobby?”

Calling him Bobby made a blush creep his cheeks as he replied honestly,

“Well, not with someone as great and beautiful as you. I was too scared to approach you at first.. I thought you might take me as a weirdo or something, because you’re so confident and amazing.”

Koko awed,

“Awe Bob, well you actually had caught my eye sense the moment you walked in. I thought- well actually I think you’re very cute.”

Bob squeezed Koko’s hips lovingly as he replied back with a new confidence,

“And I think you’re cute too... I really want to know you more.”

Feeling bubbly inside Koko smiled as he raked his hands through her hair to put it behind her ears so he could see her face and earring he had grown to love as well, as she said,

“I’d like to get to know you more too.”

When the bar was up to close, Bob walked Koko out of Hard Deck whole holding her arm as the walked down the steps, ever the gentleman Bob was. Once he took Koko to her car, he asked politely while looking at her doe eyes that beamed along with her skin that shone brightly under the moonlight,

“I’d like to take you out some time... whenever you’re free... is that ok?”

Tip-toeing to peck his cheek lightly, Koko replied,

“Of course that’s ok.. let me write you down my number and mom’s address on this receipt, I’ll be staying with my mom for quite a while, as I visit here.”

Quickly Koko hand wrote her number and address, soon slipping it in Bob’s hands which he took and held onto it tightly, like if it was a precious diamond or his source to breathe. Koko then got into her car, and let Bob close the door for her after she was settled in, he looked down at her as she smiled happily at him, he made his most confident move when he bent down and laid a sweet kiss on her head, and said afterwards,

“I’ll see you soon Koko... thank you for tonight.”

“I’ll see you soon too... and you’re welcome. Thank you as well for being so sweet and you.”

Waving to her goodbye as she began to pull away, Bob bid,

“Goodnight! Drive safe.”

“Goodnight Bob! Text me when you’re home!!”

“I will!!”

Five minutes after walking inside her mothers home, Koko still felt all warm and giddy, remembering every word he said, every touch, even the kiss he left on her head. A large smile grew on her face when her phone beeped, and she read the new message,

‘Hi Koko! This is Bob, I made it home! Did you?’

Quickly replying Koko typed,

‘Hi Bobby, yes I did! I’m glad you’re home.’

‘Same here for you. Oh, I just checked in with my boss, and I have a free day Saturday, maybe I can have the day with you?’

Thinking about it for a quick moment, Koko then remembered that her mom had a girls night with her aunts that day, meaning she’d be free sense her mom would be with her aunts, so she happily agreed,

‘I’m free that day! So yes, sounds fantastic!’

‘Great!! I’ll come and pick you up at 12pm!! Goodnight Koko☺️’

‘Perfect, ’ll be ready for you!! Goodnight Bobby😊’

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