#sorry for the long ass sappy post I just *sobs*
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My Tribute to Shorts Wars
(Spoilers for all 3 seasons and the finale) (and chat istg I'm trying to keep this 'short' BUT I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS I JUST CAN'T)
I was a fan since day one. It was the first week of summer for me, after one of the worst school years I've ever had (at the time). It instantly became a hyperfixation.
One of my only memories from that summer was watching and rewatching shorts wars, being ecstatic for every video, it gave me a routine to follow and a community to stand behind.
That summer was possibly one of the hardest times of my life so far. Hell, the Dear Danno channel is probably a reason why I'm still here today. Shorts Wars got my through it.
The build-up to season two was probably the lowest point in my life, mentally, at least. The anticipation for a new wave of theorising, content and joy got me through it all.
I remember sitting on the school bus right after my final class would end, and I'd watch the everyone's short for the day on the way home. It was truly a 'you-had-to-be-there' thing for me.
The only reason I have a discord account is so I could join the boss's server, and on there I met my first internet friends, who I've stuck with ever since (if you're reading this guys, thanks for being so nice to me this whole time :]).
And tumblr, oh boy tumblr... I won't sugar coat it, it's been a hell of a ride that's for sure (in a good way, the best way possible). It wasn't that long ago that I was squealing over the moss arc 'final' fight and making my first roleplay blog (Joe Caine). And now I have like 11+ alt blogs, I've met A MUTUAL IRL (you were so cool to meet and talk to if ur reading this :3).
And oh boy this is long as fuck so I'm gonna wrap this up-
Season 3 came at a great time for me, I've made so many friends bc of this, my art's improved, my mental state has improved and this ARG has been my constant through all the shit I've gone through in the last 12 months (ish).
I've laughed, I've screamed, I've cried and I've almost thrown up out of fear, joy and overall sickness. All in the last 2 hours. I bet some quotes from the finale will engrain into my skull, become inside jokes and/or vocal stims and I hope I never forget any of it. The good, the bad and the scary.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you Rumble Pack and anyone who's worked on Shorts Wars. I hope you're as proud of what you did as we all are, and I hope YOU GET SOME SLEEP BECAUSE GOOD GOD-
-Oak (aka Alex bc signing this long-ass kinda depressing post off with a silly internet name seems odd-)
#shorts wars#sorry for the long ass sappy post I just *sobs*#aaaand that's all my guts spilled out for the whole internet to see#good job brain
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Iâve been sincerely lacking on the Ad Astra appreciation, so Iâm gonna jump on this appreciation train to make up for that :3
Iâve spent a really long time looking through various Hermitcraft/life series fic, and none of them have stuck with me as much as Ad Astra has. Like, as a fellow fic writer, I know itâs pretty easy to brush off compliments and exaggeration, but I genuinely think Ad Astra has changed my life. Itâs just so well written and hits so hard, and some lines I just have to put down my phone and stare at the wall for a minute processing what just happened. You are SUCH an inspiration for me (and Iâm sure countless other people), Iâll be writing at my desk and find myself referencing your work for how to phrase something, or skimming the flow of your chapters to help with my own lacingâs. The amount of times Iâve reread the whole thing just because is kind of insane, itâs genuinely one of my comfort reads. Iâm sorry Iâve gone silent for a bit (life can be annoying) but Ad Astra has constantly been on my mind the whole time. Like the other day, I was having a rough time so I sat down and reread everything, and it made me feel so much better.
Sorry for the long ass post but I wanted you to know just how appreciated you and your work are, itâs changed my life for the better and Iâm so glad youâre a part of the Hermitcraft/life series community <33333
Sobbing into my hands thank you <333
This means so much to me akksjdj writing can be such a fun and fulfilling thing to do and to think Iâve inspired anyone in any way is so special to me. Iâm being unapologetically sappy here okay thank you so much <3
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You Are in Love (Steddie)
Yeah, Iâm a Swiftie, deal with it.
(TW: blood and death, I guess?)
Steve and Eddieâs dramatic ass reunion after the Upside Down debacle, secretly-daring-before-season-4 edition.
Just some sappy, fluffy shit. So shortâimpossibly short.
I have so much I wanna write and post but my wifi is down and I hate writing on my phone so we all out of luck until my grandpa fixes it lmao.
You can hear it in the silence.
Quiet, as the dust clears. Steveâs heartbeat is in his fucking throatâthe tear is closed, and theyâre alive. Theyâre all alive, evenâ
You can feel it on the way home.
Itâs time he was honest, he knows that. He knows how long heâs been lying, how much heâs been hiding from his peopleâhis family. They didnât deserve that, but he couldnât help not being ready.
Heâd only managed to tell Rob, for obvious reasons.
Heâs far from Steve, separated by the chaos, bleeding profusely from long scars on his back where there used to be wingsâdirty, hair soaked with rain and blood and sweatâheâs looking at Steve, wide-eyed, probably shocked to be alive when not too long ago he was undead, and not long before that, just dead.
God, how that had torn Steve apartâno one to cry to except Wayne and Rob, nobody to talk to, avoiding Dustin like a plague, unable to offer a shoulder when he needed one himself.
More than a shoulderâwhole bodies, whole hearts and minds to console him in his grief.
And Dustin is still pissed at him for this, and Steve has a lot of apologizing to do for the way heâs been. He has a lot of apologizing to do for his refusal to explain himself.
But right now isnât the time to worry about that.
You can see it with the lights out.
Steve is crying before heâs moving, choking out sobs before he even thinks to go towards Eddie to hold him for the first time in ages.
Heâs wiping his eyes, rooted to the spot, blubbering like a goddamn baby until Robin pushes at his shoulder, urging him forward, and he realizes that yeah.
Yeah, he should probably go.
âGo, Steve.â
You are in love. True love.
He stumbles first, and then heâs running. Heâs never run while crying before, and finds himself teetering and stumbling, but itâs not enough to stop it.
Itâs been so long. So long.
God, Steve canât wait to bring Eddie home, to laugh and cry and settle in Wayneâs arms, too, and then get that fucker in a shower, and maybe climb in there with him.
Or a bath. Maybe even a bath.
He canât wait to crawl into bed with him again, to wake up in the morning to coffee and breakfast, courtesy of Wayne. He canât wait to show him all the things heâs missed, to bring him to Hellfire and let him learn Willâs campaign, to get him a job, to get him a life. Get him his life back.
He canât wait to wake up whole. Without that empty fucking space, and that empty fucking vest.
âYou fucking idiot,â he sobs.
You are in love.
Eddie holds him, bares the force of him and then holds him tightly, laughing hysterically, crying, too. Steve is smearing blood across his hands and Edâs back, and he canât bring himself to fucking care. Itâs not terribleâthe scars wonât be terrible.
Eddieâs alive. Heâs alive.
And really, Steve could care less about the eyes on them, curious onlookers plus Robin, who is yelling something likeâ
âFuck yeah! Weâre alive, motherfuckers!â
âIâm sorry,â Eddie says, hoarse, and Steve pulls out of the hug, tears streaming down his face. âI know I said Iââ
âYou wanted to kiss me before we split up, you dumb son of a bitch,â Steve manages, voice breaking, shaking his head slightly at the intense relief washing through every cell in his body, âSo do it, Munson.â
The smile heâs gifted is worth every second of agony.
Eddieâs hands come around his face and pull him forward. Robin hoots and hollers. Steve just pulls his boyfriend closer, crying profusely and hoping to never wake from this moment. Nothing in his life will ever feel like this againâ
And, to be fair, it shouldnât.
You can hear it in the silenceâŠ
#fanfiction#lgbtq#gay#writer#fanfic#steddie#steve harrington#stranger things#eddie munson#sometimes I just get the urge to write dumb little stuff like this#reunion#au#stranger things au
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Hey congrats on 900 followers! Would I be able to request the touch starved prompt from your list with the pairing Aiden/Lambert please? Love all your writing!
Hello!! Thanks for requesting this prompt and this pairing! Iâve been on a right Lambden kick recently, so I felt inspired. I hope you like it!Â
Prompt 13: Touch-Starved
Pairing: Aiden x Lambert
Warnings: None
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Lambert was apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together. Being stabbed to death in his sleep comes to mind, or having Aiden go all batshit crazy if Lambert dared to beat him at Gwent. Lambert has heard many rumours about Cat witchers in his long life. Cats are batshit crazy. Cats are emotionally volatile. Cats are backstabbing sons of bitches⊠literally and metaphorically. Cats are bad. Cats are evil, etc, etc. All these rumours circulated in Kaer Morhen long before Lambert even set foot in that ramshackle castle. He was too young to have witnessed the Tournament, but he heard the older witchers talk. Later in his life, when only a handful of wolf witchers were left after the sacking, Eskel gave Lambert a more detailed account of the Tournament.
âThe Cats betrayed us, went on a rampage. Killed many wolf witchers in the process. Geralt and I lost many friends that day,â Eskel told him one evening, when the oldest surviving wolf was too far in his cup to notice that he was oversharing. âRadowitâs court mage Astrogarus promised the Cats monopoly on killing monsters within Kaedwen in exchange for attacking the Wolves during the tournament. Turns out Radowit was a backstabbing motherfucker himself. He ordered his soldiers to shoot all of the remaining witchers of both schools in the arena.â
âLemme guess,â Lambert spoke, his own speech slightly slurred, âpretty boy saved the day?âÂ
Eskel shook his head. âFled. Mousesack helped him escape the massacre. Poor bastard never forgave himself for abandoninâ our brothers, but what choice did he have?â
Donât get Lambert wrong. Heâs not saying that Aiden is harmless, far from it. The guyâs lethal with his swords, deadly with a pair of daggers, not to mention a stealthy and clever thief. Aiden is mercurial, hot-tempered and a bit feral when he wants to be, and his morals are at best dubious. Whereas wolf witchers had their emotions beaten out of them at a young age, cat witchers feel too much, too strongly. Lambertâs witnessed Aiden flip tables when peasants beat him at Gwent, but heâs also witnessed the Cat shed a tear after bringing the news to a mother that her son did not survive the ghoul attack two villages down the road.Â
Lambert was apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together, but the Cat had never ceased to surprise him. The most unexpected trait Aiden has displayed to date is his insatiable need for physical contact. Itâs not like Lambert hates being touched - heâs only human, albeit a mutated one, but still human. He enjoys a hug as much as the next person, especially when said hug comes from one of his brothers (or, dare he say, Vesemir) at the end of a long and difficult year on the Path. Lambert has also never begrudged a bed partner a post-coital cuddle session. Aidenâs need for physical contact is⊠on a whole different level.Â
The first time it happened, Lambert almost shoved the Cat off him and sent him packing, until he realised that Aiden was not only hugging him, but clinging onto him. His sharp nails were digging in the soft material of Lambertâs shirt, the fabric creaking in protest under the firm grip. When Lambert looked down, he noticed the pinched eyebrows and tears trailing down Aidenâs face. It wasnât until a broken sob pushed past the Catâs lips that Lambert reluctantly returned the embrace, arms wound tightly around Aidenâs trembling body. Aiden eventually settled in the safety of Lambertâs arms, his features softening as he sank back into a peaceful slumber.Â
Neither mentioned the previous eveningâs impromptu cuddling session, but from that moment one, it was like someone had flicked a switch. Aiden came up with every possible fucking excuse to touch Lambert. Their hands would always accidentally graze each other when they packed up camp, or tacked up the horses. Aiden would bump shoulders with him when they were travelling on foot. If they sat next to one another in a tavern, Aiden would press his leg against Lambertâs, and if they were facing each other, a tentative foot would gently nudge Lambertâs shin and linger there. Itâs not like Aiden was trying to hide his intentions, either. They rarely paid for two rooms anymore, because even if they did, Aiden would always end up in Lambertâs bed anyway, arms wound around Lambertâs body like a koala clinging to its mother.
Lambert doesnât hate Aidenâs need for physical proximity, heâs just⊠confused by it. Aiden rarely takes any lovers to bed, even though he clearly craves physical intimacy. Lambert is more than happy to cuddle with Aiden, especially when they are forced to sleep under the stars and the early autumn frosts begin to settle over the region. It saves them from lighting a campfire, which may attract the wrong kind of attention to them. Thatâs all thatâs ever transpired between the two, though⊠cuddling. Lambert enjoys the cuddling as much as Aiden does, but for Aiden it seems to be about more than mere enjoyment. The Cat simply refuses to go without physical intimacy which at times can be⊠alright, it can feel overbearing, but Lambertâs not about to complain, not when most humans turn away from him in disgust and contempt when he tries to chat them up.Â
Over the course of the next few weeks, Aiden almost develops a form of separation anxiety. He refuses to let Lambert out of his sight, going so far as to follow the man everywhere, and thatâs the moment when Lambert snaps.Â
âDonât you have somewhere to be?â he asks, his tone hiding none of the irritation he feels at being tailed by this overgrown tomcat. Aiden stops dead in his tracks, his eyes growing wide at Lambertâs words.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âYouâve been following me since this morning⊠I have errands to run and itâs hard to do that when youâre breathing down my neck!â
Lambert instantly regrets his words the minute they leave his mouth. Aidenâs shoulders visibly sag at Lambertâs comment, his content expression melting into something sadder and the sight tugs at the wolfâs heartstrings in all the wrong ways. Aiden averts Lambertâs eyes shyly, the tip of his ears turning a pretty shade of pink as embarrassment washes over him. Lambert heaves a sigh. Way to act like a fucking dick.Â
âSorry, Aiden. I⊠I didnât mean to sound like an ass, but-â
âItâs alright, I⊠I knew this moment would come eventually.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Lambert asks, a confused frown etched on his face. Aiden doesnât look at him when he replies in a voice far too small to belong to the lethal, cocky witcher Lambert has come to know over the past few months.Â
âYouâre gonna ask me to leave for good. I get it. I⊠Iâll go back to the room and pack my things.âÂ
As Aiden turns around to leave, Lambertâs hand shoots out and grabs a hold of Aidenâs wrist. Before Lambertâs brain has a chance to catch up, he finds himself pulling Aiden into a nearby alley, away from prying eyes of judgemental humans meandering the stalls of the midweek market. Aiden looks so unsure now, so vulnerable like this, and it makes Lambert want to wrap the Cat up in warm blankets and cuddle him and forget the world for a while. Instead, he settles on pressing Aidenâs back against the wall and draping himself around the Cat witcher as much as he can.Â
âThatâs not what I meant,â Lambert breathes in the air pocket between them as he locks eyes with Aiden, âyouâve just been⊠especially clingy recently. Are you sure youâre alright?â
Aiden averts his eyes once again, but Lambert is quick to grip the other manâs chin and force Aiden to meet his gaze. Even that simple touch pulls a small hiss from Aiden, whose eyes flutter shut as he relishes in the feeling of Lambert touching him anywhere. Lambert purses his lips, eager for an answer.Â
âAiden-â
âWinter is around the corner,â Aiden whispers, his tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips. Lambertâs frown deepens.Â
âAnd?â
His question is met with a pointed eye roll from Aiden.Â
âAnd⊠wolves return to their dens for winter, donât they? I was just⊠enjoying the last few weeks in your company before you leave and never come back.â
As the final piece of the puzzle slots into place, understanding dawns on Lambert. He pulls away from Aiden and the small whimper the loss of contact triggers does not go unnoticed. Something old and fragile aches in Lambertâs chest as the meaning of Aidenâs words sink in. Aiden isnât just worried about being separated from Lambert for a few months, but heâs worried that Lambert will never come back.The wolf links his fingers with his Catâs, squeezing softly as he leans into Aidenâs space and rubs his bearded cheek against Aidenâs jawline. The latter quickly melts under the soft ministrations, the soft content rumble deepening into a continuous purr as Lambert nuzzles the crook of Aidenâs neck.Â
âWhy didnât you say something sooner?âÂ
âYeah, right,â Aiden snorts in response, âcause youâre so good with feelings and shit.â
âNot everyoneâs a sappy sentimental bitch like you are,â Lambert teases gently, earning himself a half-hearted slap up the back of the head. âI donât have to go back to Kaer Morhen this winter.â
Aiden tenses, his soft purring stopping abruptly as he takes in Lambertâs words. Lambert continues to rub his cheek against Aidenâs jaw, his neck, his cheek⊠wherever he can reach, the action meant to soothe the brewing storm in Aidenâs mind.
âItâs your home,â Aiden offers weakly, âI donât want⊠I⊠itâs your home.âÂ
âI can send a letter to the old man. Let him know Iâm alive. We could find a den somewhere else⊠an attic somewhere, or an abandoned castle.â Lambert nuzzles the spot right behind Aidenâs ear, earning a pleased hum from the Cat. âOr you could come with me.â
âSure. Cause thatâs gonna end wellâŠâÂ
âThatâs settled then. Iâm spending winter with you.â
Aiden pushes Lambert away, their eyes meeting once again but this time, Aiden searches for any trace of a lie in Lambertâs amber gaze. He finds none, because Lambert is one hundred percent honest in his offer. He would ditch Vesemir, Geralt and Eskel for a year to spend it with Aiden⊠and the thought should scare him more than it does, truthfully. Heâs only known the Cat for a few months, and yet⊠well, maybe Lambert was dreading the winter as well. How about that? Itâs not like he felt equally anxious about leaving Aiden, itâs just⊠fuck off.Â
âYou mean that?âÂ
âMhm. Fair warning⊠I hate the cold. If Iâm spending the winter with you, youâll have to find a way to keep me warm or I will bite your head off.âÂ
In Aidenâs defence, he does keep Lambert warm all winter long. Their cuddling finally turns into something more, and from the moment Lambert and Aiden cross that fateful line there is no going back. Aiden becomes insatiable, always seeking Lambertâs body in some shape or form, never letting the wolf out of his sight again. Lambert may have been apprehensive about many things concerning Aiden when the two started travelling together, but it turns out that all his worries were for nothing. Turns out Cat witchers are still crazy, and feral, and mercurial⊠a tad possessive as well, something Lambert doesnât hate... but theyâre also the cuddliest sons of bitches on the Continent.Â
Lambert can live with that, he thinks.Â
Request a prompt.
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Holiday Spirit
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Pairing: dom!Wanda Maximoff x sub!fem!reader
Summary: Wanda decides to make an ordinary day in December very special for you.
Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY (daddy kink sorry top followers, dirty talk, choking, spanking, oral, penetration, sex toy use)
A/N: there are like...two seconds of plot in this lmao. also I didnât edit this because I just finished and wanted to post it before I got busy again. so if you see any mistakes, no you donât
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For the first Saturday in a very long time, you and Wanda were playing the role of a ânormal coupleâ.
There were no missions for her to be whisked away on, and you were off work for the next few days. You were tucked away within the soundproof walls of your apartment under a blanket on the couch, far away from the nosy eyes and ears of Wandaâs superhero family. Lit candles scented the air with vanilla that blended with the aroma of the cookies Wanda baked earlier, and the gentle snowflakes that passed the windows behind the Christmas movie on the television only further set the scene.
âCan you pass me another cookie, baby?â Wanda chuckled when you held it to her lips without breaking away from the screen, taking it from you with the hand that wasnât holding onto your hip. âThank you.â
She kissed your head lightly before turning her own, not wanting to drop any stray crumbs into your hair. If there was one thing she loved, it was having the time to hold you against her for longer than a few minutes before she fell asleep, and she refused to let you go until she was forced to do so.
âAre we getting old or something?â you suddenly questioned, and if Wanda was still eating, she wouldâve choked.
âWhat?!â
âWe never watch anything this wholesome and sappy, so I just assumed this is our transition into wrinkles and knee pain.â
Your girlfriend covered her face with a laugh. âBaby, itâs the fourth day of December. Where is your holiday spirit?â
âRight here.âÂ
You turned your head briefly to show off a cheesy grin as you pulled her arm further around you. Despite the exaggerated theatrics of the film, you were enjoying the plot of it, and youâd come to enjoy it even more as the scene changed. The two main characters were suddenly stumbling into bed as clothes were ripped away, and you usually didnât get riled up during sex scenes in a movie, but you definitely felt something this time.
You were suddenly aware of how long itâd been since you and Wanda had been tangled together in such an intimate way, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly your need for release began to build. Despite your best efforts to hide it, there was no going back once your hips wiggled back an inch or two to rub your ass against Wandaâs core.
Wanda could tell before you that the scene was affecting you from the moment your muscles tensed against her, and she was more than ready to play by the time your body pushed against hers. She was subtle at first, a hand slipped under your long sleeved shirt and innocently resting on your bare stomach, slowly transitioning to the more obvious approach of trailing kisses from the tip of your ear to your clavicle while you squirmed.
She slipped her right leg between yours with ease, tensing her thigh and brushing it back and forth against your clothed center in a way that had you thrusting in time with her movements within seconds. Your eyes fluttered closed and your hand slipped into her hair, little whimpers escaping you as her soft pecks turned into sucking the skin of your neck between her lips.
âYou seem like you need something, baby.âÂ
Her deepened tone came directly behind your ear and you shivered, biting your lip as you continued to rub against her thigh. You were just about to speed up to chase your release when she stopped moving, pressing her hand into your stomach to keep you from moving as you faced her with a whine.
âDid you forget how to use your words, princess?â
âNo, Wanda.â Her brow raised and your eyes widened as you corrected yourself. âNo, Daddy.â
âGood girl.â She pulled her hand away from your stomach to pull the blanket away. âGo strip down and wait on the bed.â
You scrambled to your feet and down the hall as the sounds of the scene that started everything faded into the background. Articles of clothing hit the carpet as you moved at the speed of lightning to follow her order, sitting on the edge of the bed with your hands folded when you finished. You could hear her turning off the movie, blowing out candles and cleaning the rest of the mess, and her prolonging only made you more desperate for her touch.
Eventually her footsteps grew louder as she approached, and you tried to be good and still as she entered the room. Her casual smile grew wider at the sight of you waiting patiently, and you looked up at her sweetly as she stood in front of you, cradling your cheeks in her hands.
âYouâre so good for me.â
Her voice passed her lips in a husky tone that had your thighs squeezing together, something that didnât go unnoticed by her at all. Her smirk was pressed to your skin while she kissed along your jaw, leaning down to part your thighs to step between them.
âHow do you want me to fuck you first? Mouth or fingers?â she questioned lowly, occasionally nipping at your skin between her words, and your own got caught in your throat. âIf I have to ask again, you wonât get anything.â
âMouth please, Daddy,â you finally choked out, bucking your hips forward when her wandering hands brushed past your clit.
âOn your hands and knees.â
You turned over and positioned yourself as she instructed, biting back a moan when she slapped your ass before gripping onto both cheeks firmly. A dark chuckle escaped her as she lowered herself to your soaked core, watching the muscles clench around nothing as you waited to be touched. You were just about to beg when she dove in without warning.
You shuddered and moaned when she licked a long stripe from your clit to your hole, crying out when she dipped her tongue in for a moment before bringing her attention back to your clit. Her lips surrounded it as she licked and sucked, quickly bringing you to the edge while you moaned and begged her not to stop.
She held your shaking form up by your waist as she lapped up your juices with her tongue, swallowing briefly before pushing her tongue back into your hole as her thumb began circling around your clit. You gripped the sheets as she began to tongue fuck you, the combination of the two motions making you cum even faster than the last time.
âFuck,â you cried out when you were able to breathe properly again, yelping when her hand smacked your other ass cheek.
âSuch a dirty mouth, princess,â she teased you as her hand landed on your stinging skin again and you whimpered. âScoot up toward the middle.â
You moved forward on the bed, knowing she was up to something when you heard her digging into her overnight bag. She climbed onto the bed behind you a minute later, and the fabric of her sweatpants brushed against your naked calves. Before you could get a word out, a ribbed length was slowly pushed into you, and you were a shuddering mess all over again.
Wanda thrusted into you slowly, her hands sliding from your hips to your arms and pulling them until your bare back was pressed against her sweater, and you moaned at the feeling of being so exposed while sheâd only taken off her rings. She let go of your arms to wrap one of hers around you, her free hand closing around your throat as she began pounding into you.
Your moans echoed around the room as you gave into the absolute railing she gave you, holding onto her arm for stability and sanity as her strap rubbed against your walls at an unforgiving pace. Sounds of pleasure caught in your throat and your eyes rolled back as her fingers squeezed, affecting your airflow just enough to drive you crazy. As if she hadnât done that enough already.
âYou gonna cum for Daddy?â she inquired as she pulled you a bit closer, and you nodded while struggling to function with the building pressure in your core. âBe a good girl and let go.â
Your orgasm hit you as suddenly as if she pressed a button to make it happen, strangled noises resembling sobs escaping you as she continued to thrust into your sensitive hole as your legs seemed to transform into jelly.
âI know you can cum again, princess. Youâre taking it so well, keep going.â
You whimpered out your best attempt at a response, squeezing her arm to let her know your brain was still somewhat working as she brought you to another peak. She slowed down this time, shifting the hand around your throat to run her fingers around your nipple. You gasped and moaned as she kissed your neck while you came down, muscles relaxing as she moved her arm and allowed you to fall onto the mattress.
The toy dripped onto your legs and the sheets as she leaned over, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. She wrapped one hand around your ankle, guiding your leg up as she rested it on her shoulder, and a devilish grin appeared on her lips as she pushed into you again. You were free to moan as loudly as you wanted this time, and you took full advantage of it as she worked her way back up to forcefully drilling the ribbed length into you again, a few curse words mixing in with the nearly pornographic sounds.
âYouâre using that pretty mouth all wrong, princess.â
She slid her middle and ring fingers into your mouth before you could respond, and you happily closed your lips around the digits as your tongue rubbed against her skin.
âThere you go, sweet girl.â
You sucked harder as she kept pounding into you, nearly biting down as you reached your fifth climax and opening your lips to whine a bit when she continued.
âIâm gonna make you cum again because I know I can. Isnât that right, princess?â You closed your eyes and she shook her head, pulling her wet fingers away and moving to rub them across your clit instead. âWhat did I say about using your fucking words?â
âYes, Daddy!â you managed to cry out between loud moans, a few more calls of her name blending into incoherent sounds as stars filled your vision and welcomed you to a new high.
Wanda slows her pace as she works you through your orgasm, coaxing you gently to breathe as you shake in her hold and rubbing soft circles into your thigh as she lowers your leg from her shoulder. A cross between a groan and a sigh leaves your lips as the toy drags against your walls and pulls away, and you watch as Wandaâs blurry form unbuckles it from her waist and tosses it aside.
âStill in there, baby?â She chuckles as you nod tiredly. âOkay, stay here and Iâll be right back.â
She disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of running water followed her exit, continuing as she came back to help you into the bathroom. You watched as she gently washed you once you were in the tub, a sleepy smile shaping your lips as you met her gaze.
âCan we have peppermint cocoa after this?â
âThought you werenât in the holiday mood?â she teased, and you let your eyes fully close as you laughed.
âThe movie wasnât so bad after all.â
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Hopefully it's not a bother, but could you write something about the Van Der Linde gang getting magically transported (Magic, Tardis, Marko, Science ) to the modern universe and having the gn! Reader help them adapt to this world? Maybe some of their reactions to new things (indoor bathrooms, new music, tv, memes) Thank you so much, love!
oh god this is a long post, and as always, im convinced iâve missed one member out... minor drug warning on Johns headcanon, but the rest are tame. hope u enjoy!
Part 2 is here | Part 3 is here
Arthur finds your computer and figures out how to turn it on. Your face turns white when you find him on Tumblr, quickly shutting the tab and urging him up off the chair. "Hey! I was reading that! I was... erm, I think I was having sex with myself," he tells you. Yep, he's found the fanfiction. "Do they really mean that? That I got kind eyes and a, uh... fat ass, I think it was?" Â You quickly show him the kitchen and run back to delete all your history. John goes rummaging through your cupboards for something to eat, and eventually finds the brownies in the fridge. You find him on the roof, his eyes red and his heads spinning. "Them.. them brownies..." he mutters. "I know, John," you sob back. You know which brownies he ate, and my god, he ate a lot of them. Arthur babysits him, his mind still questioning what he just read on your computer. Dutch finds the beast of a lawnmower you have in your garage, so you show him how to use it. Why not? He's mowing your lawn for free. Well, he did mow your lawn, but you eventually have to send a search party out after him, only to find him a couple of streets away, parked up next to a childs lemonade stand, insisting they should be selling this lemonade for more if they want to make a profit.Â
Hosea also goes missing, but you find him during your search party mission. He's walking up the street back to the house with a paper bag in his hands, and he tells you he's managed to con the gas station clerk into giving him some free booze. You're not sure how, but he's done no harm so you let him enjoy his wine in peace. Bill found your anime figure collection, the ones with the big boobs. He asked you what they were, despite seeming rather flustered, but you tried to explain that it's normal and gave him a book to read. You catch him on your computer a few hours later buying himself a waifu body pillow because "I love her, dammit! Just let us be!" He also keeps pressing the squishy boobs on your anime mouse matt, and yes, he's still very flustered. Javier finds the TV in your room that has Netflix on it, so you show him how to use it and he seems happy distracting himself with that. You walk in a few hours later to see that Javier hasn't moved, but Molly is now by his side, also engulfed in the drag show on the screen. Javier has a thick pair of false lashes on that Molly managed to put on him, and the first thing he says to you is "can you believe this? They voted her off! I... I can't believe this." He's shaking his head and looks like he's about to cry. Charles discovers your computer, and you decide he'd be happy just browsing the web. You come back hours later to find 100 tabs open and your computer fan is louder than an airplane. The current tab open is on a 'where's Waldo?' piece. He's very close to the screen, and you decide to show him how to zoom in to help him find Waldo faster. He's very thankful, and not causing any damages so you leave him to it. Lenny also rummages through your kitchen and finds a pizza in the freezer. He asks you what it is, so you put it in the oven for him. He spends the whole 15 minutes sitting in front of the oven, briefly saying hello to Sean as he runs through. Lenny manages to get the pizza out without burning himself, turns the oven off, cuts up the pizza and takes it upstairs to enjoy with Jack. Yes, he also fed Sean a slice. Sean finds the energy drinks in your fridge that you keep for work. They tasted a little funny at first, but after the third one, he's decided he likes them. You catch him opening his fourth, his eyes are wider than the moon. He cries when you take it off him, and spends the rest of the day running around the garden with your dogs, followed by going to each member of the camp and personally annoying them until he crashes out under your dining table. It's a cozy spot for a nap. Kieran uses your computer after Charles comes off it, and discovers youtube. He starts off with simple cat videos and eventually moves on to fails and meme comps. By the time dinner rolls around, nobody can understand him, and you barely understand half the things he's saying. The only thing you do understand is "big mood," which is what Kieran says when he sees Sean asleep under the dining table. Pearson decides to avoid the kitchen and try something new, and you're quick to decide he'd enjoy rock music. You show him a couple of CD's and leave him to have a listen, only to come storming back up the stairs a few minutes later because he's turned the volume up to full blast and is having a rather funky jam session. "Now this, this is real music!!" He's really enjoying the classics. Trelawny is quick to figure out how to use the TV. He's seen "those moving picture shows" before, and he's mesmerized by how far they've come! You catch him up at 5am watching documentaries to help bridge the gap between his time and yours, and when you walk into the lounge, you're met by a very sleep deprived Trelawny. The only thing he says to you, with heavy bags under his eyes, is "terribly sorry to hear about all these wars you've been having, my dear." He finally goes to bed, but only because you make him. Swanson disappears, but there's a church down the road from you so you decide to check there first. He's inside, joining in on the ceremony, singing his heart out to all the hymns with a real bible in his hands, not the fake one he has back at camp. He seems content so you leave him to it. He thankfully returns just in time for dinner, and tells everybody how he's been blessed and that we can "never leave this land!" Strauss also disappears very quickly, and you have to search for him when you go to look for Dutch. He's also at the lemonade stand, trying to explain to Dutch that if the child sells the lemonade for more, then they're less likely to get customers as it's too expensive. The two of them are arguing, and the child seems rather confused. Strauss later has a breakdown at the noise your toilet makes, he informs you that he'll be using your outside bathroom, even if it is just the bushes. Micah says he doesn't need you to show him the ropes and swats you away, so you leave him to it. You've not seen him for a good few hours, so you run around the house trying to find him. You eventually find him in your room, going through your underwear draw. Arthur is quick to knock his lights out, and you leave him tied up in the garage so he can't do any more damage. Micah also pissed all over your toilet seat and didn't flush. Abigail joins Trelawny in the lounge, watching the TV after Jack tells her he's happy playing with the toys in your room. She and Trelawny have an argument over what to watch next, so you give her your laptop to watch TV on, along with a pair of headphones. She refuses to come off a few hours later because she's way too engulfed in the modeling show she's watching. You promise her you'll let her give you a makeover if she comes off, and she finally agrees. Jack discovers your big box of legos and he seems more than content playing with those. He ends up building a fort, with the help of Lenny, and the two fire pillows at you when you try and enter the room. The pillow canons are, of course, made from legos. At least they're not lego pillows! Jack also thanks you for the pizza, describing it as 'yummy.' Sadie finds your katana collection, and you're quick to take them off her and attempt to hide them. She spends some time pretending to be interested in something else, but as soon as you turn your back for a split second, she's found them again and is heading straight for Kieran. The room where you keep your katanas is now locked and Sadie is in time out. Susan comes across your sewing machine and you're happy to show her how it works. She picks it up quickly, and her eyes glisten as she realizes just how fast this thing is. You leave her be since she's not causing any harm, but come back an hour later to find she's made new a new dress for herself, and all the girls in the gang, including Sadie. They're all matching! Tilly finds your piano and tells you she's happy to be left to her own devices, she knows how to play. You eventually have to tell her and Susan to calm down after receiving another noise complaint, as Susan is attempting to sing opera, and Tilly is killing it on the piano. At least she hasn't damaged anything. She later joins Mary-Beth in time to watch Beauty and the Beast, also sobbing at the film. Karen goes into your garage and discovers your old golf clubs. You show her how it works in your garden, but just like everybody else, it goes wrong. Your neighbor knocks on your door, screaming, demanding to know why you keep firing golf balls through their window. That's when you find Karen and Sean (who is still on his energy drink high) having a contest to see who can smash the most. Mary-Beth discovers your kindle, and she seems rather content with being able to read. There's no way this could possibly go wrong? Well, you come back a little later to find that Mary-Beth is sobbing after reading Beauty and the Beast. She wants a sappy romance just like that to happen to her. She cries even harder when she watches the Disney film, along with Trelawny who hasn't moved from the TV for hours. Molly picks up your tablet, and after showing her what youtube is, you leave her to it. You find her a few hours later sat in front of your mirror with the most flawless, full face of makeup. She greets you by going "hey sisters!" and speaks to you like a vsco girl. You have no idea what she's saying, but she seems to be doing fine, so you leave her to it.
#i loved writing these ngl#rdrwriting#van der linde gang#VDL gang#headcanon#headcanons#rdrheadcanon#rdr2#rdr 2#red dead#red dead 2#red dead redemption#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#john marston#dutch van der linde#gn!reader#gender neutral reader#modern au#modern!au#reader insert#hosea matthews#javier escuella#bill williamson#Anonymous
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to those who made my 2020 a little better,
i just wanted to let each one of you know that you mean tons to me and that you truly have, in one way or another, made this year better. iâll be honest, 2020 was just not it for me, a whole lot of shit happened and iâve had countless of days where iâve been too tired in ways i canât explain. at the same time though, good things have happened as well, one of them being the people iâve met on tumblr; some of you iâve been friends with since before, some of you i got to know this year and some of you even very very recently. still, i canât thank these people enough because theyâve all been part of making this year less shitty than it wouldâve been otherwise. thus, i wanted to at least let the mentioned ones know that theyâre the ones part of that
now, iâm really not good with words, and i absolutely Hate being sappy, yet thatâs exactly what iâm being here fjkdfk. iâm deadass out here cringing at my own words but please bear with me this one time LMAOO.
tldr; ily and uâre all v v precious people to me
@ohmyhao i don't think i'll ever be able to explain just how precious you are to me, no joke :( i'm almost 100% you're the one who's been sticking around my blog(s) since the very start and i want you to know that, even if we don't talk as often, i'm grateful for each and every day knowing i deadass have someoone like you around. i mean, i'll be honest, i still question your choice of favorite haikyuu characters because oiđ€źkawa bUT!! i'll forgive you bc!! you're literally among the cutest people i've ever come across (don't even think of arguing with me this time), you're no joke one of the reasons i continued staying on tumblr and getting to know you is something i'll always feel blessed over đ„°
@kachulein LOL OK i could go on for hours and hours here, mostly because of how many and all the different things we talk about stuff that just shouldn't see the light of the world included. talking to you is something that never fails to make me feel happy but also incredibly at ease; i really, really want you to know that something iâm incredibly grateful for is how iâm comfortable enough with you to be able to talk about things i otherwise just canât :( aside from that, listen, 99% of our conversation have me wheezing my throat off, like it can get weird af but it still has me laughing. something else iâm really happy is when you put in your two cents in our conversation, iâve said it before but as someone who struggles with seeing things from more than one perspective, i really admire hearing about your own! all in all, i love you tons and tons, youâre an incredible person through and through and i truly appreciate the time i get to talk to you!
@starryarles i donât think i tell you this enough but?? mae?? i literally love you so much, legit l-o-mae-l??? i still laugh my ass of looking back at the time you found my other blog and i had to guess which one of my mutuals you were LMAOO listen the panic fjijfkjk. anyway, i absolutely adore every message, ask and comment i receive from you, no joke i always get really happy from each one of them and tbh?? during that long period of time we didnât talk i genuinely thought you hated me or something HAHAH. turns out that that was not true at all or so i hope and not to sound like a sap but iâm deadass overjoyed that we started talking again. and really, youâre way, way too supportive, i literally donât deserve how much love iâve received from you even but please know that iâm grateful for every bit of it and that i love you stupid much and hope we can have another good year together :â)
@milkteandhan you?? are also?? one of the few who have been dealing with my ass literally from the very start?? because i seriously canât remember having been on tumblr without you around?? BUT ALSO YOU LITTLE SHIT IDGI you bully me to the ends of the fucking world but for some reason?? i still love you?? >:(( ok but jokes aside, i really do love you a lot, i mean i love you as much as you make me suffer and that? thatâs a lot :) you drop by my inbox with either the cutest/funniest message or pictures that make me wanna dig my grave but either way, they always make me smile like a fucking moron and listen LISTEN. i really wanna explain to you how much you mean to me but idk where to start bc i canât. literally just canât. find the words for that. but all i can say is that meeting you is something iâll thank any and every damn god out there for and iâm not even religious, like at all fjkdjfkd so yeah. mwah
@astronomlns my god you bitch you bully me almost on the daily and then you?? have the audacity to deny it?? but! that said, i donât mind lol. one of my biggest regret what goes my ââonline-lifeââ is the awfully long time we didnât talk but thatâs also why iâm mad happy that we actually do now, almost every day even. iâve already said this before but have the friendly reminder that youâre among the few that i feel really safe when talking. weâve also pointed out this before but itâs almost been two whole years since we became friends and i hope you can stick with my shit for another whole year. again, you bully me a lot, but i still love you a whole damn lot, never forget that
@lixchannie iâll be flat out honest, idk what the hell iâm supposed to say here. despite all bullshit that has happened youâve been there with me this entire, entire time ever since we became friends and i donât think iâll ever be able to explain how thankful i am for that. we donât talk every day and imy when we donât lmao but tbh iâm fine with that because iâm genuinely glad knowing that i even get to have someone like you in my life. so yeah donât leave me bc iâll deadass hunt you to the end of the world
the rest of the ââkin-gangââ like some like to call it @bubbleskz @berryyyyyy @skzbbie we donât talk as often, v v rarely actually but i want yâall to know that i donât appreciate and love you any less than i did before we started somewhat losing touch. i donât like sounding cheesy and shit fjkfkds but let it slide this time, the times we do talk are times i treasure more than i can explain, deadass. i feel like i donât tell you this enough but you guys are better friends than i could ever ask for. again, we donât talk as much, but 2020 wouldâve sucked a thousand times more if we didnât talk a lot, so thank you tons for being part of it and i hope youâll be there for 2021 too :â)
@soulkhunscompass LISTEN. listen. iâll say it, iâll just fucking say it: i donât deserve you at fucking all :///// youâre way too sweet to me, talking to you always makes me smile and laugh, esp when you promise making me food one day ffjdkfjkds. but somehow?? at the same time, and idk how you do it, but somehow SOMEHOW you never fail to make me feel appreciated whenever you tell me sweet ass things. âin returnâ, never forget that both that and you are something i appreciate way way more k >:( and also >:(( never forget that i love you so much, literally more than i love how the corner of felixâs eyes crinkle up whenever he smiles and thatâs,,, thatâs a damn lot tbh đđ
@chwe-yeeun honestly iâm lowkey sobbing while writing this. youâre one of those i only got to know this year, in fact just a few months ago but nonetheless, youâre still one of those i treasure a whole damn lot. like you said, you love making me suffer with pretty boys, it hurts but itâs still funny lmao, i appreciate but also feel bad whenever you have to deal with my bullshit whenever i come crying to you over eric those pretty boys, aNd ThE tImEs yOu SeNd ThAt CuTe HuG?? i return them all, like fr take my heart i donât need it, itâs your for the taking like literally fuck it. moral of the story, i love you tons and thank you for being there with and for me :â)
@riskyrenjun i might as well start off and say that i fucking screeched when i saw you in my notifs and mention my content on your blog bc?? the queen herself?? noticed me?? wtf?? and iâll be honest, iâve been following you for a good while and for the longest time ever i wanted to hit you up bc youâve literally always seemed so precious sO?? dO YOU EVEN KNOW??? hoW hAPPY i am?? that we actually?? are friends?? iâve done nothing to deserve that but here we are fjkflkd. i saw your end-of-the-year post, iâm sorry i havenât responded to it and that iâve been so shit at talking lately, but i promise iâll try to get better at it lmao so!!! i hope youâll still stick around with me at that point because i can be really fucking damn annoying đ„ș long story short pray for a good 2021 bc youâll probably regret ever even wanting to talk to me once weâve become closer lol <3
there are a few other friends and mutuals i wanna include here; i donât talk as much with some of yâall, others are people iâm still getting to know but nevertheless, i want you to know that meeting each one of you here on this hellsite is a blessing in itself and that itâs one of the things iâm happy 2020 has actually given me :â)
@0325-4419 @marculees @jwisungchan @stealerz @ciiikb @zoey-angel-istaeminsbitchnow @yangles @violethhj @littlefallenrebel Â
alllso to dear dc servers: @planteii @joey-yellow-county @sakura-writes-stuff @bound-writings @koukounuts @classicalsylph  the rest of the server bc iâm struggling really hard to find them // @crimsoncitrus @everythingsinred and the rest of that server because again iâm struggling to find the url to the rest fjdkfkd; iâm not particularly active in neither but i still want you to know that iâm very grateful for being able to be part of two v v warm and welcoming servers, so thank you for that đ„ș
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ykw yâall are gonna make me cry for real iâm tearing up, not even kidding. iâm so freaking thankful that past me made the decision to start writing on this acc 2 months ago, bc iâve met SO MANY wonderful people on here đ„ș the amount of LOVE u guys have shown me.....sobs đ
u guys always make my day so so much better and are always so interactive even though i always take so damn long to answer asks,,,,,,,yea ok iâm tearing up again :,)
but AHHH iâm so incredibly grateful đ i wish i could make an appreciation post and tag all of u guys, but iâm literally standing over some big ass moving boxes as we speak đ and iavbshshs sorry for being sappy iâm just really happy right now đ„șđ„ș thank u guys so much, i love u <33
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âNever say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.â -Peter Pan
This is a post dedicated to @goddess-of-time-and-magic the creator of Howl and one of my best friends. Â
Jane, thank you for bringing this beautiful story to life. I know Iâve said it before a hundred times , but this story means a lot to me. I started reading Howl when all you had up was one Characters, Authors note, sound track and Trailer, I think right before you posted the first chapter to the story. I had already started my Solby drabbles|one-shots when I found your story, and I honestly looked up to you and your writing. I would always roll over and tell Dawn âShe has a new chapter up!â Proceed to explain everything that happened like Iâm catching her up on a show. It would be something that helped me during rough times helping my mom take care of my grandmother who is slipping into dementia, i would watch SnCâs old xplr videos and read Howl when it updated.
I wasnât very big on Tumblr at the time, I was doing SnC stuff here and there, sharing my stories and gifs. I wasnât even sure where I belonged, it was just a pass time for awhile. I think I saw you like one of my posts, which I had to do a double take and realized you weâre one of my favorite authors on AO3. I was quick to follow and I think maybe a few days went by, I looked at Dawn and I said âShould I message her and tell her how honored I am to get a like from her? Or would that be weird?â Obviously she pushed me to let go of my anxiety and just take that leap. Which did result in this cringy first message.
And after the âSorry to bother youâ Iâd put after messages I know I live up to my blog nameđ€Ł, we started having long conversations about the pandemic, Solby, Colbyâs hand pictures, life, Colbyâs hand pictures, the woes of writerâs block, did I mention Colbyâs hands? Which now we basically start and end them with âHi bitch!â âBye bitch!â Anyway, we talk about some random shit that leads to fic ideas and those are some of the funniest convos weâve had. Not to mention I remember you realizing you had been following my Solby fics and found out it was me đ, I was like let me just go write some more maâam [insert Kermit madly typing on the typewriter] while also having tears in my eyes. Seriously though, I never would have thought Iâd make more friends because Iâm not good at it I suppose. I thought Iâd message you give my cringy thanks, and that would be it.
I kind of teared up at this, because I only have a few true friends and your definitely one of them. And in such a short time too, it has to be the Colby hand talks. Honestly, Jane youâre an amazing and wonderful friend who I trust to talk about heavy stuff and who trusts me to talk about the same. I feel like will be friends for a long ass time, till one of us dies and haunts the other with âOoooh have you seen that one pic of his hands today? Oooohâ yeah that was my impression of a ghost. Long post short, Howl was the reason we became the friends we are today. Howl is the unsung hero, it is underrated and deserves more love from people. Okay Iâll admit it, I made this long ass post to cover up the fact the final chapter to close the the whole fic made me cry. They gotta howl at the moon and just leave me sobbing like a big baby? 10/10 would torture my soul by reading it all again. Youâre such a bomb friend, you make my wife laugh and thatâs always a a sign I have a good friend who will last. I love you so much girl, my solby sister, solby partner in crime, Colbyâs hand detective partner, my dear friend. Thank you for the Howl adventure, and eight months of your friendship. Here is to another eight months so I can make another sappy friend post đ„Â Â
#my sappy ass post#to my friend#howl was an amazing story#I think Iâm still cringe#Colbyâs hands#sam and colby#solby
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Table 4
Chapter two Get out
Paring - Negan x black!reader
Summary - Reader deals with the repercussions of the guys staying late at the diner.
Warnings - Negan being an a-hole, thoughts of racism, broken glass
Word count : 3236
Note: Thank you, to anyone who took the time out of their day to read my story. â€ïž
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After sanitizing the tables, and chairs you sweep the floors; even taking the time to wipe down the table tents. Looking over your left shoulder you let out a frustrated sigh, itâs been 5 hours, and they have yet to leave. Getting the green light to close up early from your manager due to the decrease of customers in the diner, leaving only the group of guys at table 4. Who were still sitting there socializing like a group of frat boys. You didnât like to rush customers to leave, but itâs been 5 hours. Even after your passive-aggressive approach of nonverbal cues to get them to leave wiping the table, sweeping and mopping other areas, removing the paid check. And you were fucking tired, especially since you have class tomorrow, and you couldnât leave until they leave. Fuck this. You thought standing up from your seat deciding to give them a piece of your mind, trying to get home quickly.
âExcuse me, gentlemen, Iâm sorry to tell you we are closing but there are a few places nearby open late if you want to continue the conversation.â You snarled, expression hardening a deep line appearing between your eyebrows. The convo between the three men stopped instantly at your interruption leaving Dwight, and Mustache in utter shock robbing them of speech, not expecting you to get so hostile. Except Negan, smirking at you as though he knew it was going to occur.
Spotting a grin that grew wider by the second. The corners of his mouth quirked up, âWell correct me if Iâm wrong sweetheart, but if a fucking restaurant let you in the door then they must fucking provide service up until you feel goddamn ready to leave.â
Damn you did not expect for him to go off like that, he really caught you off guard. Feeling your heart rate climb a bit, swallowing hard quickly regaining your composure shooting him a frown, â Sorry to disappoint you but, thatâs not the policy here. You eat until we close.â
His eyes lighten up in amusement as if I was a dog taking the bait. He turned towards Dwight throwing a playful punch on his shoulder . âGod damn, Dwight where have you been keeping this one.â Turnings his gaze back on you with a radiance in his eyes. âWell sweetheart, I donât see any signs stating this. Also it looks like this dump could use the money soâŠ.â
A helpless anger simmered in you, hands squeezing into fist. âyou fucking-â
âHey, calm down y/n, itâs fine let me just take a piss, and weâll be out of your hair okay.â Dwight persisted, stopping you both before things got more heated up. Raising is hands in surrender, trying to reassure you that was his only motive.
Letting out an angry breath, you nodded staring into his blue eyes, âFine, bathroom then you all leave. Okay?â
Rising up from his seat Dwight drags himself to the bathroom leaving you with the two strangers, an awkward silence taking over the room. The man with the impressive Mustache stands up from his chair stepping towards you. He extends his hand towards you in greeting, offering a handshake. You obliged, hesitating for just a second, afraid to make actual contact with him. Eventually he broke the tension in the room, âWell excuse my rudeness, I donât actually think Iâve properly introduced myself Iâm Simon. I sincerely apologize on behalf of my friend. He's not always this off-putting.â
Pulling your hand back from his firm handshake, head bowing towards him glazing at the floor avoiding any, and all eye contact with the stranger. You shrugged, taking a sharp breath. âUm, itâs fine. been through worse.â
âWell, how about you come and sit over here with us while we wait for D over there.â Simon replied pointing to the table, strolling back to his seat pulling out a chair for you.
You politely declined his invitation trying to avoid any close range contact with Negan, not liking the lack of control over your emotions. But of course, he probably knew of your lack of composure when it came to him. Leaning back against his chair a faint tremor of amusement was on his lips, âOh come on, he ordered the btl, and it always goes right through him. Heâs gonna be a while.â
Treading slowly towards the empty chair surrendering to Negan's one single order. You really didn't have the foggiest idea what came over you, possibly it was the tiredness crawling up on you, or was this your rabbit hole that you could fall into. Whatever it was, certainly excited you as much as you prefer not to concede. Despite the fact that your gut was cautioning you not to go for somebody like him, obviously, you'd disregard it, you generally do. Negan's eyes lit up in excitement, gripping the arm of his chair, as he loomed closer, âSo, how do you know our dear Dwighty. I simply Canât believe that we have been running in the same circle, and I havenât come across you.â
âHe used to date my best friend, that's all, I barely know him.â You muttered, shoulders lifting in a half shrug. Truthfully you only met the guy three times, and you were even surprised that he remembered your name.
âWait, so you telling me Dwighty boy knew a cute girl like you and didnât think to set me up.â Negan exclaimed, staring at you in disbelief and you nodded in return. His compliment taking away your ability to form any speech. âI need to have a nice talk with his scrawny ass.â
You nodded mutely, yielding to the awkward mood of the night. Picking at the lint on your apron, choosing to be done with the conversation. What is taking him so long? You thought, deciding now would be a good time to check on sherry since sheâs still in the kitchen doing some inventory. Just as you were about to get up a loud scream emerged from the kitchen releasing a surge of alertness through your body. Jolting your head towards the commotion. Wasting no time, leaping from your seat, upending the table, running towards the shouting, and hollering.
âLeave me the fuck alone! Didnât you humiliate me enough D!â, Sherry yelled, shakily holding onto a piece of broken glass, pointing it towards her intruder defensively. Your eyes widened in shock at the scene unfolding in front of you, there were pieces of fine china scattered all over the floor. What the actual fuck? Dwight spotted a fearful look, his hair disheveled, breathing even but shallow. âBut no you just had to come back to rub more salt in the womb? Huh!â
Raising his hands in a pleading manner, his head jerked in frantic disagreement, âYou know thatâs not true baby, Iâm sorry for lying to you about them but I told them about you and how Iâm not their little robot anymore. I swear you can even call Tracie she was there the whole time, babe I fucking swear.â
âFuck Tracie, and fuck you. We are done, Dwight. I want you out of my life for good, now get the fuck out!â Sherry demanded, a bitterness creeping into her face. Walking closer to Dwight with the piece of broken glass now raised towards his face.
âSherry, put that down! Are you crazyâ you intervened, trying to knock some sense into your best friend. You know she was hurt, but this wasnât the right way to go about it. However, you knew Sherry, and that she wouldn't calm down not until he was gone. âPlease just leave. Havenât you done enough? Youâve caused enough damage as it is.â
âLetâs go D, sheâs not even fucking worth it.â Negan spat, pushing Dwight out of the kitchen despite his ongoing protest. Simon follows after them, throwing you an apologetic look on his way out.
Sherry tried to hold back the seething tower of tears that had been building up since the moment she had been angered. It was painful to see her like this, but all you could do was embrace her and let the torrent of her tears soak through your shirt.
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âI miss the kids too, but Iâve just been really busy. You know with midterms coming up, and my hours at the diner. I donât know.â, You revealed, strolling into your apartment, throwing your keys into a bowl by the door phone pressed between your shoulder and left ear. After avoiding your sisterâs calls for a week, youâve finally surrendered. After feeling guilty after reading her lengthy Instagram post about how much she misses you. âTomorrow? Um, I donât know Michonne, thatâs my day off. And you guys live very far, and I am too fucking tired for that.â
âStop being so dramatic, Weâre only forty minutes away, and you could even spend the night. Just pack some clothes and Iâll just drive you to class, yeah?â Michonne demanded, on the other line. Slumping on the love seat, releasing a baffled moan, the idea of not having the option to have the day off picking at you. You really cherished visiting your sister, and her kids however Sundays were the days you looked forward towards. Staying in bed throughout the day, not associating with individuals was a basic need for you.
âFine, Iâll come. Now can you stop those sappy insta posts about me. It's cringey, and kinda creepy.â You teased, getting up from the couch strolling into the kitchen attempting to discover a snack to tend your snarling stomach. Looking through every cabinet, eventually giving up your search nothing grabbing your attention. Inclining toward the island as Michonne continues to talk your ear off about how she wasnât trying to guilt trip you. âIâm gonna let you go, but Iâll see you tomorrow, okay? Love you, bye.â
Finally ending your phone call, feeling defeated from the conversation. I guess it would be to see the kids. A lighter feeling taking over your aura as you conjure up the pros about giving up your antisocial day.
âHey, when did you get back.â Sherry questioned, leaning against the doorway a smile planted on her face. Gazing upward in shock, Narrowing your eyes at her, the total 360 of her state of mind changes worrying you. After comforting a sobbing Sherry once the group of men left. She clarified what had happened the previous evening saying how Dwight arranged the entire thing to win her back by appearing at the diner. Even asking his friends to come with him for moral support and how he faked needing to utilize the washroom rather heading out to discover her. âI didnât hear you come in.â
âSorry about that, I was on the phone with Michonne. You know how it is.â You apologized, knowing how scared she gets when sheâs home alone. Sherry waved it off with a considerably greater grin presently laying all over, head inclined towards you attempting to get you to ask her what she was so glad about. Knowing her, it's most probable about Dwight, you thought shaking your head. âJust come out with it Sher....â
âOkay, but before you say anything just know that I am truly happy and this time is different. I -I can feel it, I swear.â Sherry ramble, towards you giving your hand a tight squeeze. You nodded encouraging her to go on with her announcement. âI couldnât go to sleep last night you know after everything at the diner. I just kept tossing and turning because of the burning question in my head. Like is he telling the truth? Did he truly face his folks? So I said too hell with this, Iâm calling tracie, and IâŠ..I believe him. ugh say something.â
Nodding slowly, eyebrows furrowed trying to make sense of the situation. Dwight was a good guy, but the way Sherry reacted to him last night was very alarming to you. âI donât know sher, just a few hours ago you thought your whole world was over because of him, and-
âBut itâs not like that, we are taking things slow. Weâre starting over, a fresh new start, itâs different this time. Please just be happy for me. I canât give up on us, and I need my best friend to support me.â Sherry interrupted, crossing her arms, eyes narrowed at you. She was never good at listening, or taking the truth especially when it came to her relationships.
âYou know I have always supported you sher, but I just want you to be careful. Okay?â You advised, knowing that she wouldnât take your guidance no matter what. Sherry guaranteed that she will, and how she had one more thing to report. She proceeds to explain how Dwight actually invited her to his family Gala to prove to her that he wasn't lying. And how she needed you there for backup just in case things turned left.
âSo I need you to be my plus one. I promise Iâll be by your side the whole night .â Sherry asked, giving you puppy dog eyes. Pulling your arm towards her heart.
âUgh, why me? You know I hate parties with privileged people who thinks complimenting the black girl on talking properly is a good thing .â You signed, snatching your hand back. It was true though, every time you go to parties with a predominately white crowd it was always the same damn thing. Them talking to you like you grew up in a wooden hut, reminding you how they voted for Obama like itâs a personality trait, and hearing their backhanded compliments about how proper you talk.
âThatâs not true.â Sherry disagreed, throwing you a frown. You rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head at her. How would you know?
âYou canât speak on experiences you donât go through. weâve talked about this sher.â You stated, staring into her guilty eyes. She quickly agreed, apologizing for her ignorance.
Eventually In the long run she persuades you to go to the function saying how there will be heaps of food, and she'll clean for seven days. Who could disapprove of that? Without a doubt not you. âOkay, fine Iâll go now leave me the fuck alone.â
â
Arriving at the gala you were in awe at the sight inside the building. Wall-to-wall marble floors, limestone columns, soaring vaulted ceilings and intricate ironwork decorate the interiors of the ballroom. Is this what the met gala looks like from the inside you wonder, staring up at the eclectic chandeliers, unique furnishings, and bistro lighting. Sherry was instantly pulled away from you at your arrival, promising you sheâll be back in a minute. Well itâs been an hour, and you were pissed not just in light of the fact that she disregarded you knowing how you feel about being in sceneries like this, but because the food was shit. And you were hungry. Returning from the bathroom after sitting there for 20 minutes trying to kill time, and avoid any socializing. Currently sitting at the bar trying playing an intense game on your phone.
âAre you fucking following me? You couldâve just asked me out instead, love when a woman takes charge.â a voice teased, behind your head making your body convulse in a sudden jolt. Looking up from your phone turning around in your chair, frowning at the twit who startled you. Negan? Well yeah heâs friends with Dwight idiot. He looked fine as hell though wearing a tuxedo like the entirety of different guys in participation, however his appeared as though it was made explicitly for him, custom-made better than anybody else's. His hair was slicked back with a gel. Smirk sitting on his face at your distaste at seeing him again. That didnât stop his eyes from roaming your figure. Biting his lips satisfied with his sights. âHoly shit, you look fucking gorgeous.â
âAnd you look fucking beautiful,' your demons were nearly commending the man before you, a supposition you shared;
âThanks.â You uttered, gazing towards the ground. His presence leaving a burning sensation on your skin.
âListen, what happened last night was fucking insane. Definitely wasnât expecting your bestie to go all buckwild on Dwight.â Negan recalled, detecting your strain towards him. You nodded in agreement, never seeing Sherry enraged in all your years of friendship. âAnd Iâll say we didnât exactly left off on the right foot last night. But I do remember you starting it.â
Arms tightly crossed, you throwing him a glare,âI started it? No, you and your little friends were supposed to leave once we closed, but you guys stayed late on purpose knowing that we were closing. That was on you.â
He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, âListen, I just came to support a friend. Got tired of him crying like a little pussy over her, so I said fuck it. Told him to drive up to that little raggedy old diner, and to win his girl back. And it worked.â
You stayed silent, realizing where it counts he was correct. He was just trying to help his friend, who could be mad at that? And he was actually right, Sherry and Dwight eventually did work things out so you had nothing to be mad about. Tucking a loose curl behind your ear releasing a deep sign. âYeah, I guess it didâ
âLet me make it up to you. The food here is absolute dog shit. Thereâs a little diner around the corner, foods a whole lot better than the dump you work at.â Negan offered, gripping the arm of your chair leaning closer, throwing you at slight wink. Making your heart beat faster at the closeness between you two. Wow he is so fucking gorgeous and he knows it.
You instantly froze, the thought of being alone with him terrified you, for the most part since you would make a damn fool out of yourself. Thinking up a good excuse you gulped âNo, thank you. I donât even know you Negan. For all I know you could be some psycho serial killer. Might bash my head In with a bat or something.â
âI promise I wonât try anything, all I want is to just make up for last night. I fucking promise sweetheart. My treat.â Negan assured, staring straight into your eyes with an intense gaze, showing you that he was serious. I could stare at his eyes all fucking day 24/7
Your eyes perk up, my treat who could say no to free food especially since the food here was shit, and you were a broke college student. But you did come with Sherry and she will definitely be concerned once she understands you're not there. Fuck her she left me alone for TWO hours you concluded, the anger you felt towards her overclouded your conscious to do the right hing. âFine. But if you try anything I swear Iâll-â
Negan lifted your chin, âI know, y/n. You're safe with me I promise.â
Neither of you moved a muscle. You could hear his own heartbeat; he could even hear your nervous breaths. Grabbing your purse sending Negan a nod, the two of you head out towards the entrance. As you two stroll towards the diner you gaze toward the sky silently praying to the higher realms that you wonât do anything youâd regret.
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the reader gets drunk and angrily admits how she feels lonely when taron is away and sometimes wonders if taron really loves her.. taron gets mad and argues with the drunk reader,, they talk it out in the morning (angst idea)
you sniffle as you change the channel from a sappy, shitty love movie, taking another drink of your alcohol. you hear the clinking of keys and you sigh, putting your glass down on the coffee table.Â
âhey baby, iâm homeâ taron says and you rest your head on your hand, watching the tv. âyn?â
âhiâ you say shortly, taron a little taken back.Â
âi come back from a 2 month press tour, and all you have to say is âhiâ? you usually jump up and come and kiss meâ taron walks over and kisses you, pulling away and cringing a bit. âhow much have you had to drink?â
âenough to forget the pain of missing youâ you mumble and go to take another sip, only to have taron take it away. âwhat the fuck?â
âyou need to be cut off, babe. youâve had enoughâ you stand up and stomp your foot, catching taronâs attention, he chuckles, pouring the alcohol down the sink.Â
âyouâve been gone for 2 months, and out of those two months we havenât spoken much. you only called to let me know where you were, not asking how i was. do you know how.. how lonely i am when you leave? how empty i feel?â taronâs eyes soften, a vein slightly popping out of your neck as you yell. you didnât expect for this to be happening right now, but your words spewed out and you couldnât stop them. âi felt like.. i feel like.. you donât love me anymoreâ
finally. your true feelings were out there on the table. maybe you had said them in a way you didnât want, but you still had poured them out.Â
âyou feel like i donât love you anymore, because i called you to let you know where i was, which was something you wanted me to do. i was working, yn, i was tired. every time i called it was either early or late, and i couldnât talk for long. iâm so sorry if i canât spend every second texting and calling youâ
âoh bullshit, taron! if you can post on instagram and your story, you can most certainly send me a text asking how my day was. but no! youâre too busy caring for only your goddamn self!â you yell and taron runs his tongue over his teeth, chuckling.Â
âyouâre drunk, yn, iâm not doing thisâ he walks by and you laugh.Â
âof course, classic taron! walking away instead of.. of talking about it!â you yell and he spins on his heel, slamming his hand on the stair railing.Â
âyouâre drunk off your ass, yn! you donât even know what youâre saying right now! iâm not doing this while youâre shit faced!â he breathed a little heavy and you closed your mouth. âweâll talk more in the morning, goodnightâÂ
he went upstairs, and you sat on the couch and you cried softly. you grabbed your phone, seeing a text from taron an hour ago.Â
taron: On my way home from the airport right now, I canât wait to hold you in my arms again. I love you
the text only made you cry harder. you shut off the tv and travel upstairs, taron already laying in bed, snuggled into the sheets. youâve sobered up a bit, grabbing new and fresh clothes, getting in the shower to wash off the alcohol. you step out of the shower, drying off and getting dressed. you put up your hair and brush your teeth, shutting off the light and standing in the doorway of the bathroom, trying to decide if you should sleep in the spare room or in the bed with taron.Â
you decide to go into the bed without saying anything, plugging in your phone and putting the covers over you. your back faces taron, although all you wanted was to cuddle him and kiss his chest, apologizing for your words. but you didnât think now was the right time. you sigh and lay on your side, closing your eyes. you hear taron move a bit, then his hand slides onto your hip. you smile softly, placing your hand on top of his and linking your fingers with his.Â
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you woke up with no headache, but an empty spot next to you in the bed. you unplug your phone and head downstairs, taronâs bare back facing you as he ate his breakfast. you walk past him and grab some cereal, making a cup of coffee and sitting next to him. you take one bite of your cereal, your spoon clinking loudly as it hits the bowl, which catches taronâs attention.Â
âiâm sorry, taronâ you take a deep breath in to try and stop the tears, but it didnât work. âiâm sorry for what happened last night. itâs not how i wanted it to be.. i let my emotions get the best of me and i just.. just.. lashed outâ you sob and inhale, shakily letting it out. taron grabs your hands, making you look at him.Â
âhey, breathe, alright? calm downâ you and taron breathe together, you calming down as you breathe with him. âi do want to talk about this, yn. do you remember what you said last night?â
âall of it. and i regret itâ
âi donât. i know how youâre feeling. what did you say to me last night?â
âi said that i felt so.. empty and lonely when you leave for months on end. and.. and that i think.. you donât love me anymoreâ taronâs hands squeeze yours as he looks at you.Â
âi could never stop loving you, yn. i think about you everyday, my mind is always wrapped around you and i always think of our future. our wedding.. our future house.. our kids. yn i want all of that with you, the girl i love to death. i hate that you doubted my love for you, it means i havenât shown it well enoughâ you smile as he smiles at you, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands. âyouâre totally right about texting you if i can post on social media. iâm sorry i didnât. we shouldâve facetimed every night, maybe do it like old times and fall asleep on facetime togetherâ you laugh and he lets out a little chuckle.Â
âi love you, so much. and iâm so sorry again for last nightâÂ
âwe canât help our emotions, darling. now come here and kiss me, yeah?â you smile and turn your hands over, linking your fingers with his and standing in between his legs, leaning down and kissing him passionately. you unlink your fingers and hold his face, taronâs fingers softly touching the back of your thighs, pulling you onto his lap.Â
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CRASH - I promise no race talk
First, let me say that this particular post will be a safe space. No race talk here. Today, we're going to talk a lil "Crash".
This movie came out in 2005; I hadnât watched it since then. I remembered really liking it. I remembered Ludacris and Larenz Tate stealing the movie as a comedy duo.Â
I remembered these two ladies:
(Jennifer Esposito - not the best picture of her, and perhaps thatâs partly my fault. She is pissed in this scene... probably because the person whom she is talking to is not me :)
and Bahar Soomekh
(Wait, thatâs âSaw 3... hmm... she was in âSaw 3âł btw.)
Let me try again -Â
(Nope. Dammit. Still âSawâ)
You get the idea. These two ladies! Yes!
I remembered watching this movie with my then girlfriend, and thinking to myself "As soon as this movie is over, I'm breaking up with her and seeking these two out, to propose to the both of them - this is my destiny."
I remembered something about Saint Christopher, who is apparently the patron saint of travelers.Â
He was kinda like an Uber driver (I guess... and by the looks of this depiction, a grumpy Uber driver). He will get you safely to where you'd like to be, as long as you listen to his smooth jazz, questionable philosophies on life, and of course allow him to flirt a lil with you.
Oh, and I remembered Luda getting his ass beat by the dude from "Empire"
- no, not that dude.
This dude - (Terrence Howard).
I believe that anyone who tries to explain what this movie is about will end up sounding like they've had one too many to drink:
"It's about a bunch of people of different races/ethnicities who... have racist stuff happen to them. And they don't know each other, but they're kinda connected... and there's a crash... although it doesn't have much to do with the story... but it kinda does... maybe? Ludacris is in it. He gets his ass beat by that guy from "Empire", but not that guy... the other guy. Racism sucks, bro."
Trying to explain it is similar to how we'll (years from now) try to explain 2020... or Trump being president.
Let's me try to break it down:
Don Cheadle is Detective Graham Waters (what a name).Â
He deals with a lot of race stuff on the job and in cases. Race stuff that I'm sparing you from today (you're welcome:) Annnnd he's banging one of the women whom I thought would be my future wife.Â
The first time that we meet HER (another detective), we learn that she's pretty racist.
Side note: Can one be both pretty AND racist? Does the racism overwhelm the pretty face? or vice versa? Would some of us see Trump as being racist, if he looked like Chris Hemsworth?
(and always gave press conferences shirtless)
Sorry, I promised no race talk.
What if Trump looked like this?Â
Are presidents allowed to get sex changes?
So, Terrence Howard and Thandie Newton have a racist and perverted encounter with the cops.Â
The more I think about it, the more I blame most of the horrible events that take place in this movie on these two cops (and their superiors). Had they worked by better standards, a lot of the bad things that end up happening in this movie wouldn't have happened. Terrence and Thandie have some race stuff going on within their relationship as well (which I won't be talking about :) Brown people also have race fights; whitey doesn't always have to be involved.
I talked about Luda and Tate already. They're kinda like hipsters in a sense (in spirit). They have a racial commentary/banter throughout the whole movie. They're right about the things that they say (which I'm still not talking about). The prob is that they're also criminals.
Sandra Bullock (who's prob the most racist character in the movie) and Brendan Fraser are also doing their thing in this movie.
They're your stereotypical wealthy white couple. Fraser's character is in politics. There's some juicy race stuff there as well. We'll just ignore all of that.
Tony Danza is surprisingly in this just to be racist. Now, TD is before my time, but I remember him being loveable - no?? That's what makes it weird. Kinda like if Stephen Colbert swung through a movie briefly just to drop an N-bomb or something.
Michael Pena is here, because... he's on the short list of Latinos that Hollywood knows.Â
I think this movie was his big shot (which he killed). Look him, heâs acting his ass off. His mouth opened so wide... thatâs acting! He's also the only character in this movie who's NOT an asshole. He's actually a good guy. Even in the midst of people being very openly racist towards him, he remains calm and collected. He has a daughter who is scared, and so he gives her an invisible cloak that has a supernatural, imaginary ability to make her invulnerable. She then puts it on and immediately runs into traffic... and you know... BOOM!
I'm joking. But, that could have happened. Parents, don't lie to your children.
There's a scene where she does face some danger as a result of this lie. Spoiler alert, she makes it. Maybe it was the power of Saint Chris. Though she appears to be the only one that he saves in this flick. Seems like every time the good ol saint Christopher appears, someone pulls out a gun. Patron Saint of Gun Violence.
Fun fact: Michael Pena is also a scientologist. See, they're not all like T.Cruise - don't be so prejudice:)
Watch, there's going to be a story about some awful scientology weirdness on Penaâs part, the second I post this.
That's uh... not a great summary of the plot. It's an awful summary, actually. If you look up the summary on wikipedia, it pretty much does the same thing I did - just talk through the people involved in this picture.
This movie is like a game of 52 pickup - only the game is played with a deck of race cards.
If you're a person who doesn't think much about race issues, but is open to hearing about them, then this movie will possibly be enlightening for you.
If you're the type of person who has been actively avoiding race talk (and who typically avoids deep talks like that) Then, this def isn't the movie for you.
If you are racist, and somehow keep reading my posts... Imma pray for you, cuz this movie beating you over the head with race is only going to fuel you're... "special, hateful beliefs".
As for me... this time around I was indifferent towards this movie. I can see why I adored this movie back in the day. I enjoy deep talks about this kind of stuff, and we (me and my circle of peeps) prob weren't talking much about these kind of topics, openly, in the early/mid 2000's. But, as a movie... meh.
There is a touching moment when there is a literal crash
wait...Â
My finding pics game has been way off today.
CRASH!
There's real humanity. Two characters come face to face with mortality, and all of the bullshit is pushed aside in efforts to secure rescue. But, then, after that moment, we go right back to the bullshit. Nothing really changes. The movie notices that they missed a few race cards, and continue on with their game.
I remember tearing up the first time that I watched this movie. I don't know whether my girlfriend and I were fighting that may have caused those tears. Or maybe her breath was stanky with onions (while trying to make-out with me in the theatre) that brought me to fight some tears. Or maybe 15 years later, I've become a heartless SOB, but outside of that crash scene, the only time I was moved was when Sandra Bullock fell down some stairs.
- moved to laughter.
It still makes me laugh. That's my fav part of the movie for sure. I wish that they had ended the movie there.
She's spread out at the bottom of the steps. And then a silent roll of the credits. It would have made just as much sense as the actual ending. She DOESÂ however end up being ok, and less racist, as a result... somehow.
So, if any of you know someone who's super racist ("coughtrump") and notice that they're near some steps... do your part. We'll end racism one flight of stairs at a time.
In the end, this movie is about diverse groups of one dimensional assholes, who complain about everything (even the rich, white people... cuz we all know how hard their lives are), and through sappy music and a lack of learning from some contrived moments, make little progress towards peace.
Totally unrealistic. In real life, we get shit done!
Grade: A/D/A
A for the race talk (which hopefully I was successful in not talking about:)
D for... just about everything else...
... and another A for Sandra Bullockâs tumble down the stairs.
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7, 13, 20 and 22 from the angst questions for all of your characters (cause i'm selfish uwu and want to know /all/ lmao i am so sorry)
Oh my god HOLY SHIT i have THIRTY EIGHT character slots,,,,,,you will get all the ones that are intended to be permanent characters which is 34 of them I hope youâre ready for a long-ass post man cause thatâs 136 answers
7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why?
Taomesin: They already have killed those they want to, the people theyâre meant to fight! Big enemies. They donât really go killing randomly and wouldnât see a point.
Nixxte: High-ranking inquest, someone whoâs death would completely destabilise the inquest system for a while.
Tirs: Envert. The two have some history.
Mint: No one! Theyâre perfectly happy and know that Azin will protect them from anyone and anything! Azin is all they need and they would never dream of killing anyone! They already cause enough trouble with all their ptsd.
Bodacc: If she could, whoever is the reason she was abandoned as a baby. She doesnât know who it was, if her parents are alive or dead. She loves the warband that raised her but she truly regrets not getting to immerse herself in asuran society growing up.
Mango: No one in particular, though probably a childhood rival or two.
Imekaari: Braith. But Cue did that, so anyone else from Laceâs past that hurt them.
Tojoll: Rytlock
Elaphurus: No one! Baby angel is so sweet they just want to help and protect!!!
Aqun: Maric, heâs more than earned it in her eyes.
Tvelle: Sheâd like to have killed Scarlet herself.
Whomstdve: No one sheâs chill
Laighe: Illiadde, the two have some very antagonistic history between them.
Ennreck: Heâd certainly like Kralk to Cut That Shit Out
Aezlin: He already gets to do this! If someone bugs him he can just tell Oriphio who will take care of them~
Vellask: She doesnât have anyone in particular sheâd kill. The spores would like to kill everyone if they could though.
Terizzi: Theyâve killed those they needed to, now they just want to live alone in peace. Theyâd run from or kill anyone whoâd approach them now if that counts.
Strair: They would go after Faolain, or whoever leads the court now. The court has just caused too many inconveniences to them tbh.
Kvold: Heâd kill Affa, Laceâs employee that first ârescuedâ him from the court. That dude rubs him the wrong way for several reasons.
Embrant: She wouldâve killed Kvold after he broke Wrelia for a while.
Rieft: Whoeverâs hurt Veirett. She loves her old mentor and wants her to truly be happy.
Illiadde: She already does kill everyone my dude
Cue: Heâs already killed the man he hates most, Braith!
Odollumn: She doesnât care enough about anyone to genuinely want anyone dead of her own motivations.
Regniette: They would take out the idiots who are still trying to follow Joko even though heâs dead.
Nimue: He doesnât wish death upon anyone
Ezra: An employer or two. Sheâs hoping one day sheâll get contracts put on them that she can act on too!
Fhariem: Faolain and whoever her successor is, for taking the Court in such a pitiful direction over time.
Envert: Those idiot cowards who kicked her out of the Grove just for being curious about some more interesting experiment ideas. Come on, some bloodshed is necessary for the really good questions!!!
Cherie: He will befriend everyone instead!!!!
Fuilliome: A fellow mercenary whoâs taken his jobs and targets a little too personally. Itâs just a job man, and youâre inconveniencing him now with your unprofessionalism.
Renee: Half the nobles on earth. If youâve met one youâve met them all and they rarely actually aid in saving the world instead of just whining dramatically about it.
Tenor: She already kills those she wants to, though sheâd love to get ahold of Lace herself. If only she could get Cue out of the way so she wouldnât have to worry about dyingâŠ
Jioro: Queen Jenna, she has it coming for using sketchy technology to make guards that can be hacked TWICE!!!
13. What does it take to make your character cry?
Taomesin: They have never cried in their life!!! Theyâre emotionally numb!!!!!!!
Nixxte: Just average stuff, extremely sad moments, losing a loved one, etcâŠ
Tirs: Memories of Envert
Mint: Memories of when they were captured by pirates, the thought that they will never be welcome in the Grove again, the thought that most people would hurt them, Whenever they hurt or disappoint Azin, ptsd flashbacks or relapses.
Bodacc: Whenever she tries to interact with other asuras and usually gets rebuffed for being so unusual
Mango: Average things, sad moments and deaths of loved ones
Imekaari: Friends in pain, that time he was tortured by Lace when they were mordrem, average sad things, he happy cries too if heâs overly happy c:
Tojoll: She will angry cry if something has gone wrong enough, and will be absolutely inconsolable for a while if a loved one dies.
Elaphurus: They cry when scared, which happened a lot when they first awoke in the Maguuma jungle.
Aqun: It takes a Lot, sheâs very very emotionally level and good at keeping things in perspective. If anything were to happen to Roanna, Jioro, or Veirett though she would cry.
Tvelle: Sad sappy stories, really really really cute things all make her cry
Whomstdve: Average sad shit sometimes, she doesnât really cry much
Laighe: She really tries not to cry in front of people, but sheâs woken up from nightmares often crying or dry sobbing. She cries over deaths of those she cares about.
Ennreck: If one of her pets dies or has to be put down, itâs a sad day on the ranchâŠ
Aezlin: Are you kidding? Of course he doesnât cry itâs not a pretty look darling~
Vellask: If the spores infect or kill someone she didnât intend, she gets incredibly sad and very apologetic to that as-good-as-dead person.
Terizzi: They have a lot of panic attacks that lead to tears. Also if they are somehow isolated from their creatures theyâd sob in a panic.
Strair: Illiadde dying or Lace dying would make them cry. Good luck getting them to admit it though!
Kvold: So much makes him cry, heâs a very sweet very emotional boy. Such a sweetheart, especially since recovering from his Court conditioning.
Embrant: Wrelia being hurt makes her cry, and also when anything happens to harm the Grove. Death makes her cry a lot.
Rieft: Not much! Sheâs not one to react to things by crying, so much as by acting accordingly as necessary. She handles sadness through cheering up with friends and honoring whoever has died.
Illiadde: She doesnât cry.
Cue: Lace being in danger, Lace being distressed, Lace being badly hurt!
Odollumn: She doesnât know what emotions are, she came out of the pod a biiiiit faulty.
Regniette: A very Asuran asura in terms of temperament, they donât really cry over much, just think about how to logically get an advantage back after.
Nimue: Death or loss of vitality in anything makes him cry quietly.
Ezra: Sheâs not one for sad emotions or caring about people, so she doesnât really cry!
Fhariem: When she hears about the few other Courtiers she likes dying or falling to the more violent Court ways.
Envert: She doesnât cry, just laughs manically!
Cherie: If someone doesnât want to be his friend, meaning he actually has to fight them instead of working things out nicely :c
Fuilliome: He cries over friends being hurt, he knows he has made enemies and feels pretty guilty if it bounces back on anyone he knows. Heâs made a habit of only befriending people who can really handle each other.
Renee: She used to cry over catastrophes and big disasters, but now itâs more if youâve seen one youâve seen em all. Truly overly happy moments will make her cry though.
Tenor: Friends dying makes her sad, she might cry a little performatively. Ans she will cry to save face or garner pity from others, sheâs just a sweet perfect noble girl after all!
Jioro: Aqun or Roanna or Laranthir facing any pain would make her cry, but sheâs pretty overall tough and ornery emotionally.
20. Â What was something they struggled with greatly and how did they overcome it?
Taomesin: They struggled with the difficulties brought up by asking for help and being ignored or punished for it, they overcame this by learning to never ask for help or voice concerns ever again! c:
Nixxte: They struggled with the complete vicious removal of their lower jaw, but over time theyâve recovered and learned sign language and have both a work and casual set of artificial jaws made!
Tirs: She struggled with the betrayal of her first girlfriend, Envert. But sheâs been able to move forward, learned none of it was her fault, and has made some very supportive friends whoâve helped her regain her old vitality and enthusiasm!
Mint: They have struggled with Most Of Their Life, fraught with torture and rape trigger warnings that they think theyâre finally recovering from but are actually still thoroughly buried in thanks to a very manipulative boyfriend whoâs fantastic at gasslighting and confusing Mint.
Bodacc: Sheâs struggled with integrating into asuran society, having been raised through Charr society. Sheâs still trying to overcome either her charr-like habits, or her need to be accepted by other asuras.
Mango: Sheâs chill! Hasnât really struggled yet.
Imekaari: Heâs struggled with how closed off Lace is, and the fact that heâs not naturally a confrontational person so isnât good at trying to get Lace to understand they need help. But heâs been getting better with this, having actively gotten Lace to open up to him at least and now heâs also been able to full-on enforce bedrest and recovery for them! One day heâll even get them to finally seek out actual therapeutic help.
Tojoll: tbh she hasnât had much difficulties! Sheâs my happy commander, no one has died everything has been a victory! This Kralkatorrik situation is the most difficult situation for her so far tbh because the fucker just wonât die.
Elaphurus: They struggled with a lot, primarily the fact that when Mordremoth died their memory was wiped completely! They awoke afraid and confused and have slowly been learning the world and about themself with the help of very nice new friends.
Aqun: Earlier on in life she struggled with being taken seriously as a soldier, being visibly a rich girl whoâs been handed everything in life. But she has worked hard and proven herself to be someone whoâs very self reliant, responsible, and worthy of a title.
Tvelle: She struggled as a kid fitting into asuran society. She was a lot more hotheaded and started a lot of fights in school. She eventually ran away shortly before joining a college, and joined the Vigil. Over the years sheâs mellowed out quite a bit, but has found people who respect her choices and lack of discipline and has worked on passing on that support to others she meets who need a helping hand!
Whomstdve: Nothing yet! Sheâs chill
Laighe: Sheâs struggled with SO MUCH and hasnât truly overcome any of it yet. Sheâs a walking mess, itâs a wonder sheâs still holding herself together honestly.
Ennreck: Heâs not your average charr, not very confrontational and a fan of alone time. Early on he left the Citadel and moved far away, eventually stumbling onto olmakhan territory, spending some time with them, collecting supplies, and building his own ranch in the desert nearby!
Aezlin: He has no difficulties, he gets whatever he wants! If something is wrong Oriphio will fix it~
Vellask: She struggled greatly with being infected by a parasitic fungus that latched onto her brain! It was nearly fatal but she was actually able to somehow manage to communicate with it, the two have worked out a mutually beneficial compromise in which she lets it spread as she travels and it doesnât kill her so she can be a mobile distributor for it.
Terizzi: They went through a few things in a row, first falling to Mordremoth and then being captured by inquest for studies and experimentation. It was extremely traumatic and terrifying, and they still havenât truly recovered. They cope by not trusting ANYONE now and living an incredibly isolated life with their pets.
Strair: The one thing in their life they struggled with truly was the one time they failed an undercover mission and were caught by the White Mantle. They have permanent physical alterations, and would have died in there if Lace hadnât convinced Illiadde to come save them. They made a solid recovery though! They really have nothing emotionally to recover from.
Kvold: Spent years and years being extremely emotionally abused and manipulated, eventually he was forcibly rescued from the Court and began rehabilitation in Laceâs house! Heâs still very cautious about emotionally investing in people now, since it ruined most of his life and mentality, but he is healing. Heâs reconciled with Wrelia, helped Liaur also escape the Court, and has rebuilt a lot of friendships!
Embrant: Her biggest difficulty was when Wrelia had completely broken down. She spent a lot of time gently helping her girlfriend recover emotionally, and was incredibly loving and patient. Now, the two are happily married~
Rieft: No large difficulties! Just a good ol adrenalin junkie having one hell of a time!
Illiadde: Her entire life is a struggle and she will never recover.
Cue: He basically lost his life from before HoT when he crashed with the Pact and fell to Mordremoth. He came out of the ordeal with severe anger issues and some mordrem features that left most people very not chill with him. He had a hard time finding work to survive on and was really just getting by until Lace hired him to build them a new house. Since then, the two got to know each other and the rest is history! Theyâre both helping each other grow from a lot of shit.
Odollumn: She never struggles, she doesnât much care about difficult situations.
Regniette: They have died several times and have multiple deals with multiple entities to keep their body going! Itâs a very bad coping mechanism for avoiding death and they intend to keep it up for as long as itâll still work.
Nimue: Heâs lived an actually very peaceful nomadic life, avoiding any stressful areas or people!
Ezra: She copes with everything by killing the source of stress, itâs never gotten to a point of serious emotional struggle for her before sheâs taken the source out.
Fhariem: She struggled with seeing the Court change from using Nightmare to separate from the dream, to enforcing nightmare upon others as if they were no better than the Pale Tree. She tried for a while to change things from inside the Court until leaving it to go join the Priory to preserve the more âhonorableâ history of the Court.
Envert: She struggled with getting kicked out of the Grove, though she really changed nothing about herself and is now incredibly bitter that theyâd kick her out over some meager experiments. Sheâs since gained her own very very shady lab in the middle of nowhere.
Cherie: Has not struggled, is a good and pure happy boi!
Fuilliome: Hasnât truly suffered, loves his job, is good at his job, has had some sad or difficult moments but is well adjusted overall!
Renee: The first big catastrophe she saw end a civilisation was tragic for her, she was broken for years. But as she lived through lifetimes and seeing cities rise and fall, she has reconciled with the fact that no matter how much ruin strikes, life will always find a way to rebuild. Things will always move on.
Tenor: Sheâs spoiled and makes sure she gets exactly everything she wants! No big struggles for this horrible woman!
Jioro: Major social anxiety has actually been a huge struggle for her, though with those she counts in her loved ones she can make it through events now without leaving early. Though she still hates social events overall.
22. If they could change just one thing about themselves, what would it be?
Taomesin: Theyâd be more durable, they find their loss of limbs to be a hindrance and it means at least a couple days getting used to prosthetic limbs when they could instead be working on saving the world.
Nixxte: Theyâd like their lower jaw back pls
Tirs: Sheâd like to be a little less jumpy in serious relationships, Envert left quite an impression.
Mint: Theyâd like to be cured from their PTSD, they want to be okay againâŠ
Bodacc: Sheâd make herself smarter, trying to fit more into typical asuran standards.
Mango: Sheâs actually quite happy as is!
Imekaari: Heâd like to be comfortable being a bit more assertive when necessary.
Tojoll: Sheâs Flawless and very content with herself
Elaphurus: Theyâd like to look less intimidating to people, they just want to make friends and learn about the world
Aqun: Sheâd like to not have died once and tied herself to Glint to come back. She finds Glint weak and spineless and undeserving of boing sort of back in the world after she put the weight of the world on a child.
Tvelle: Sheâd like to be a little less intense emotionally, she can come on a bit strong to new people which makes some people uneasy at first.
Whomstdve: Sheâs Cursed And Perfect
Laighe: Sheâd like to be more confident in herself and not so unsure about what sheâs doing. So much has happened and sheâs feeling so lost but like she canât stopâŠ
Ennreck: Sometimes he wishes he was a bit more of a typical charr, but overall heâs generally content with how his life has panned out. Heâs living a tough but happy life.
Aezlin: Heâs FLAWLESS heâll never need to change at all~
Vellask: Sheâd honestly love to not have a parasitic fungus hitchhiking in her head any more.
Terizzi: Theyâd like to not be Damaged, to not have gone through the jungle or the experiments.
Strair: A little more flexibility could be nice~
Kvold: Heâd like to have been born to the dream instead of to nightmare. Heâs never truly gotten to be a dreamer or feel that connection.
Embrant: She is actually quite happy as she is! After all, the love of her life thinks sheâs perfect as is~
Rieft: Sheâd like to have a little more bulk to her, and is working on that!
Illiadde: Sheâd like to be dead.
Cue: Heâd like to lose his mordrem features and his short temper fuse
Odollumn: She doesnât even consider changing herself.
Regniette: Theyâd like for their body to be more durable for easier upkeep between deaths.
Nimue: Heâs quite content as is!
Ezra: Sheâd like to be even faster and stronger, play with her prey longer than she already does.
Fhariem: Sheâs content as is, itâs the Court that she thinks needs to change.
Envert: She wishes she seemed less suspicious to people, itâd make it easier to pull in new test subjects!
Cherie: Heâd like to be a little less naive, though honestly heâs not doing much to change that and he really is just so trusting and friendly and hopes the best of everyone.
Fuilliome: Heâs happy the way he is!
Renee: Sheâs actually quite content, sheâs immortal so if she ever has or does want to change anything she has all the time in the world to make it happen.
Tenor: Sheâs so happy in her current life. No changes necessary~
Jioro: Sheâd like to severely lower her social anxiety so she can function in society better.
#kid-oddity#this is EVERYONE#I had to take breaks in answering this there's so much to think about with it holy shit#enjoy this endless response#holy shit#characters
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Types of Kisses: Conor Maynard
So there was a post a long time ago about the types of kisses. I took the prompt and I wrote a few. Obviously hereâs the one I wrote for Conor! Remember to like and give feedback if you enjoyed đđ
(Thank you to the original person who posted the prompt!!)
1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I'm sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.
I glared at Joe as Conor and Jack walked in to his lounge. "I'll be heading out." I muttered before I got up and slid on my shoes. "Don't be childish." Conor muttered as he walked past. Jack and Joe watched as I laughed at what Conor said, "Funny coming from you." He turned and looked at me before he gave a sarcastic chuckle. Somehow we migrated closer before he was centimetres from me, "Don't be a fuckin' child, stay for a while." I felt little bolts of electricity tingle through my fingers before I cupped his face in my hands and he pulled me close. Our lips moved together in a mesh of, "I'm sorry and I love you" before I pulled back and looked at him with hooded eyes. He cracked a smile before his lips brushed mine, "I always did have the hardest time keeping my hands to myself when it came to you."
2. Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that's a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they're kissing your chin because they're so tired in the early morning haze.
I grunted as I felt a small movement from Conor beside me. He rolled closer to me until his head was on my chest and pressed to my neck. I wrapped my arms around him before I played with his hair, my eyes still closed as I neglected to wake up. He moved up slightly and left a small kiss against my chin before he mumbled, "Good morning, love." I grunted in response before I pressed my face against his neck as we rolled so I was now on top of him. I stretched and kissed the corner of his mouth before I cracked my eyes open and locked eyes with him. He gave me a sleepy smile before he rubbed my back. I leaned down and gave him a proper kiss before the door opened and Josh groaned at our state, "Nasty!" He yelled before he left. We shared quiet giggles before we shared another sluggish kiss.
3. Hesitant Kiss - The type of kiss where their lips brush against each other's a few times, breath fanning across each other's faces as one waits for the other to make a move.
"I love you." I stopped cutting vegetables and I looked up. The boys stilled in the living room as I looked at Conor. "I love you so much it actually hurts to see you in pain." I dropped the knife on the cutting board before I wiped off my hands. He made his way over to me, "Say something, I beg." I looked up at him, my eyes quickly falling to his lips before I leaned up and kissed him. I pulled back as our lips continued to touch, our breaths mixed as his hands landed on my hips and he watched me, they were all watching me before I smiled. "I love you too, Conor."
4. In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it's in the middle of an argument or you just looked to damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.
"You can't just fucking leave me here and expect me to be okay with this. This constant going out and ignoring me. What about me Conor?" I asked as my chest heaved, keeping the tears at bay. "It's always been you! There's no one else!" He said as he glared at me, I shook my head. "Make me believe you. Make me feel it in here." I whispered as I hit my chest over my heart. He took a few strides until he was right in front of me. "Make me believe I'm the only one." I said softly. He pulled my face to his before he backed me up against the wall. His palms were against my ass as he pushed us closer than I imagined possible. Our teeth clashed and lips were bitten, hair was disheveled, and breaths were lost but when he pulled away, I knew. I knew Conor loved me.
5. Can't Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other's lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don't finally pull away.
"I can't believe you're leaving, mate." Mikey muttered. I stood quietly to the side as I listened to Conor. "It's just for three months." I snorted before I turned and left the room. I heard soft voices but I ignored them before I went and got a drink from the kitchen. When I turned around, Conor leaned against the door frame and stared at me. "I love you, you know, and three months is too long." I whispered, he looked down at the floor before he pushed off the frame and walked towards me. "Three months is a lot better than three years. I'll be back. I'll always come back for you. I love you too." My lips turned up before I shook my head, "It just sucks. Who's arms am I supposed to wake up in whilst you're gone?" He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he pulled away. I didn't let him get far before I pressed a few more kisses to his lips and down his jaw. He looked up at the ceiling as I peppered his skin with my love. I moved away but he shook his head before I was drawn back into his embrace and he kissed me in a series of kisses before he spoke against my lips, "Come with me." I shook my head before I frowned, "I can't. I can't just leave like that. I'll miss you." He nodded as he swallowed thickly, "I'll miss you more." I shook my head before I kissed him again, "I'm heading home so you can go out and get drinks with the boys." He frowned but nodded before we shared our last kiss for three months.
6. Empty Kiss - When one of you don't kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it's empty, like no one even cares anymore.
"I never stopped trying for us. I'll never stop. I love you." I whispered. He cast his eyes to the floor before I felt the tears drip off my chin. I nodded and wiped my eyes before I started to pack my bag again. He stood there as watched as I sobbed into my bag. Everything I had ever had here I threw in before I pushed it down on the bed and zipped it up. I wiped my eyes with my sleeves. I looked over at him before I pulled my bag off the bed and started to walk out. I stopped in front of him before I placed an empty kiss on his lips. He stood motionless as I licked my lips after and I walked out of his room. I walked down the stairs and out the door before I shut it quietly. It was after the door clicked shut that the tears started to pour and I made my way home.
7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn't be happening, it's a mistake, but you just can't find yourself able to pull away.
I smiled at my boyfriend before I walked to the bar and got another drink. I felt a body beside mine and I looked up to see Conor, "Hey love! So nice to see you." I smiled before I hugged him, "Hey Con!" He ordered a drink before he looked back at me, "Can I talk to you? Privately?" I nodded before I got my drink and we walked towards the bathrooms. I looked at him and he downed his drink before he leaned down and kissed me. My eyes widened and I put my hands on his chest before I almost pushed him away. Instead I tugged him closer and eased my hands into his jacket, scratching his chest as he tipped my head farther back and we continued to kiss in the dimly lit hallway. I pulled away and caught my breath before we shared the same look and I pulled him back to me.
8. Breathtaking Kiss - It's the kiss that you can't do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.
I felt his lips against mine before I could register. My breath hitched and I slowly eased my palms against his chest. His fingers delicately cradled my cheeks as he tipped my head back and moved his mouth against mine. The boys watched in utter shock as he pulled back from me, a string of spit connected our lips until it broke when he stepped from my embrace. I moved my mouth but no words came out. I heard Josh giggle as Conor smiled before he pulled me in for another breath taking kiss. My hands bunched his denim jacket as I breathed in his cologne.
9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.
"Come on. Seriously? How!" Conor groaned as I beat him at Fifa. I giggled before we started again. I was about to shoot when Conor put his controller down and started to kiss all over my back. I giggled and moved away before he moved closer and kissed down my arm and up my neck. I felt my cheeks heat up due to Jack vlogging. "You see this sappy shit? Ugh!" I giggled before I shot and missed. The ref blew the whistle and I looked at Conor. "I could've made that." I pouted, he chuckled before he sat up, "I know." He leaned down and kissed my jutted out lip before we shared a smile and he kissed me again. "Disgusting. I want a girlfriend." Jack groaned, we both giggled at him before we started a new game on Fifa.
10. Quick, Goodbye Kiss - It's the almost late for work kisses when their lips just peck yours, like an unfinished goodbye.
I quickly threw my hair into a bun before I slid on my heels and I checked my makeup. "When are you leaving for work?" Conor asked with a yawn as I walked past him in the kitchen. I checked my phone before I sighed, "I should've been gone ten minutes ago but someone had to get in the shower with me." He chuckled before he followed me to the door. I grabbed my keys before I leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, "Love ya Con!" I said as I started to walk down the hall to the front door of the building. "I love you too! Drive safely!" I waved over my shoulder before I quickly headed out to head to work.
#joe sugg imagine#joe sugg#conor maynard imagines#conor maynard#jack maynard imagine#jack maynard#josh pieters imagine#josh pieters#mikey pearce#caspar lee imagines#caspar lee#byron langley imagines#byron langley#buttercream gang#buttercream squad#youtuber imagines#youtube#oli white
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3rd low quality fanfic because im naturally bad with words
Prompt: 22. You make me so happy.
Need i repeat myself that this is not sappy?
Probably.
This is not sappy.
Note: maybe i should just stick to drawing cos ill probably regret posting this in the near future. maybe tomorrow morning
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âWhat if I said I like you? More than a friend that is. â
Souji merely smiled upon hearing that. He shook his head and mentioned how he didnât have to answer that since Yosukeâs about as straight as the pole that he crashed into on the first day of school. Yosuke didnât seem to be satisfied with that half-assed answer and pressed on for a proper response. Souji knew itâd be pointless to try and change the subject when Yosuke was being this pushy so he decided to screw it all and come clean. With an unwavering heroic bravery, Souji replied:â If itâs really true that you really like me that way, then I guess I made the wrong choice. â
Yosuke raised an eyebrow but remained quiet so Souji continued, âIâve liked you for the longest time, but...Iâd never expect you to feel the same way towards me since Iâm a guy. Witnessing how you reacted to Kanjiâs shadow and Kanji himself, Iâve decided to get over you as itâs the best course of action for the both of us in a long run, to prevent me from misinterpreting your kindness as a sign that youâre treating me...special.
Yosuke, if itâs a confession that youâre about to make, please donât. I canât bring myself to accept it. And...I still want us to remain as friends so please. Donât say it. â
When Souji finished talking, he could see Yosuke is at a brink of tears. Yosukeâs vulnerable state reminded him of that one time when he hugged the brunette to comfort him. Unfortunately, Souji was incapable of reenacting the scene.
With a sigh, Souji got up and took his leave, ditching his ex-crush that was now sobbing uncontrollably.
You make me so happy when you bring up the possibility of returning my feelings. I wouldâve been ecstatic to know that. I wouldâve pulled you into a tighter hug than our first, I would love you more than youâd ever love yourself, Iâd love you so much that Iâd forget how to love myself.
But Iâm sorry Yosuke. Iâve had enough of you toying with my feelings. I try so hard to mask my desire for you and yet all you do is trample over my already scattered emotions. Now Iâm seen as a villain.
Youâre really unfair, Yosuke.
And yet I still canât bring myself to hate you...partner.
#i drink yoskâs tears for supper#fanfic#sappyprompts#this is not sappy#weakest writing youll ever see#i cant tag#opposite of souyo#this is definitely ooc for souji
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All I Ask of You Part 2 (Bucky Barnes X Reader High School AU TBT Special)
Part 1
Note: This is the final part! Honestly, this got much better reviews than I thought it would...huh. Okay, well, I promise the next thing I post is probably gonna be angsty af. Unless I decide to post a different fic, but I swear to you, I have something that will break your heart. Anyway, yeah uh
Warning: I canât write poetry for shit. Just a little pre-warning there. Also, in the famous words of a certain Star-Spangled sweetheart: Language.
And that was exactly how it happened. I got out of class earlier than I thought and jogged over to the theater room to get ready for practice to find Tony there with another girl; Virginia Potts. Great name, too. I was, to say the least, hurt and pissed.
âT-Tony?â I stammered, tears already pinching at my eyes.
He released Virginia, or Pepper, as most called her and looked at me with a face that said: âOh shit.â â(Y/N), this isnât what it looks like!â
âWhat does it look like, Tony?â I choked, disappointed in him.
âUh-â
I didnât bother sticking around to hear his dumb excuse and immediately turned back toward the dance/ballet room to find Nat. Our director noticed me leaving and tried to stop me, but I ignored them. They turned to Bucky for answers and he explained quickly, though I didnât catch much of what he said.
Tony chased after me and caught me by the door to the dance room, â(Y/N)!â
âLeave me alone, Tony.â
âWhat, like you left Bucky alone the other night?â He asked threateningly.
I turned to him furiously, âExcuse me?!â
He scoffed, âYeah, I know about your little âplatonic bed sharingâ, which is complete bullshit, by the way.â
âHow the hell do you know about that?â I questioned him.
He snorted, âI have my ways.â
âYouâre honestly freaking out about me sharing a bed with my best friend when youâre the one who was just making out with some- some slut?!â I tried to bring logic into the argument, though Tony would never listen to that.
âA dude best friend!â
âYes, my best friend, because we canât afford two beds unlike some people who are so rich they just have money spilling out of their ass!â I roared, âIf youâre so worried about that then why donât you just go ahead and buy me another bed, you know? Then again, you havenât done anything for me in the first place!â I stopped there when I saw Nat burst open the door into the hallway.
âWell, you, (Y/N)-!â
Natasha cut him off, âYou better back the fuck off, Stark, before I make you.â
Tony growled, âI can talk to my girlfriend.â
âNot when you treat her like shit.â She retorted, âBesides, I have best friend rights, so back. Off.â
So, he left and Nat immediately enveloped me in a hug. I tried to keep from sobbing, but it didnât work. âI screwed up, Nat.â
âNo, (Y/N). Tony screwed up, doing that to you.â
âBut I- I shared a bed with Bucky and heâs my boyfriend and thatâs not right-â I stammered, trying to keep my composure.
â(Y/N)-â
âNat.â A voice from down the hall said. It was Bucky. âDonât.â
Nat sighed, âGoddamn, Bucky, impeccable timing as always.â
âIf weâre gonna do this, we gotta do this the right way.â Bucky started, pulling me from Nat to give me a hug when he approached. â(Y/N), we gotta tell you something thatâs very important to us and youâre not gonna like it, but please hear us out. Thatâs all Nat is asking and thatâs all Iâm asking of you.â
I nodded shakily and sat down against the wall, where they soon joined me. Natasha started, âWe donât think Tony is right for you.â
Bucky interrupted, âYou knew that already, but what weâre trying to say is that we want to show you how we see him; how he really is. I know you really like him and that can blind your judgment. Trust me, I know.â We shared a knowing gaze.
I nodded, nervous, âOkay, Iâll listen.â
Natasha sighed, âYou know those quotes Iâve been piling on you? Well, imagine if Bucky said them to you.â She nodded at him.
He sighed, âI donât mean any of these things, okay, (Y/N)?â
I nodded and Natasha groaned, âJust get on with it.â
He rolled his eyes and started off the list of horrible things that Tony had said. Every single one made me tear up more, so I stopped him, âI-I see now. Iâm sorry you guysâŠâ
âItâs fine, (Y/N).â Bucky said as we started a cheesy group hug, âLove is blind and makes us do stupid things.â
Despite their comforting, I was still afraid of Tony and what he could do to me now that he was angry. It didnât help that he was a genius and rich. He had many outlets, so the possibilities were endless.
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âYou didnât love her, asshole because you donât destroy the things you love!â
âDonât make a girl fall for you if you have no intention of catching her!â
âHowever do you keep yourself from choking on that constant flow of bullshit coming out of your mouth? Youâre amazing!â
âFeed your own ego, Iâm busy.â
âIf I treated you the way you treated her, you would hate me.â
âHow about fixing yourself instead of breaking others? Yeah, that sounds like a plan.â
âWhy hurt a girl who never hurt you?â
âThere are two sides to every story, but youâre a douche in both of them.â
âYour loss, jerk.â
âCongratulations, now I hate you.â
My friends repeated many of these phrases to Tony over the next few days, though I begged them to stop. He may have deserved it, but it wasnât their right to carry out the punishment. Unfortunately for them, he was persistent, ignoring their taunts and trying to speak to me repeatedly. Bucky and Tony often got into yelling matches over how he treated me and should move on. Bucky was a good friend; one of the best.
In fact, the night of the show, he brought me roses beforehand. To be more specific, he left them there for me to find with a sweet note.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate sappy poems
And so do you
So Iâll cut the crap
And just be serious
Youâre an amazing person
Albeit pretty mischievous
Youâre the kindest girl I know
Despite what youâd like to think
You just go with the flow
Without even a blink
I admire you as friend
Possibly even more
I hope we wonât end
As you and Tony did before
Just let me stay here
With you forever
No need to fear,
Thatâs all I ask of you.
   I blushed at the sight of the note. Bucky? Really? How long�
   âI see he finally grew some balls.â Nat, whom I had forgotten was there, commented, reading the poem over my shoulder. âTook him 8 years.â She scoffed, walking across the dressing room to peek out the door.
   âE-Eight years?â I asked. Wow, I was oblivious. Even more so than I had thought.
   Natasha snorted, âYup. I wouldnât be surprised if he tried to pull something tonight on stage, though he probably wonât do it without some visual confirmation.â
   âAre you implying something?â I asked carefully, wondering if she was thinking with the dirty side of her mind.
   âEw, no.â She gagged, âI mean like a look. You two basically speak through body language and signals, so youâll be fine.â
   âWhat about-?â
   Nat sighed, â(Y/N), Tony doesnât matter anymore. You can move on without feeling guilty. He screwed up, not you, (Y/N). And now Bucky can make a move without feeling guilty, too.â
   âHe felt guilty?â If I had known, I wouldâve stopped things with Tony earlier, to be honest.
   Natasha nodded, âAll the time. When you werenât with Tony, you fawned over him and Bucky was worried you two wouldnât stay best friends if he told you the truth. He was always so paranoid, even though I told him you wouldnât reject him. In fact, the only thing he ever asked me was to never tell you how he felt.â
   âYou shouldâve!â I protested.
   She shrugged, âHow do you refuse the one request youâve ever gotten from a person? Seems kind of rude.â
   I was silent.
   â5 minutes to places, you guys! Letâs do this!â I heard someone call. I looked to Natasha, who slipped out of the backstage area quietly, as she wasnât supposed to be back there for so long.
   I took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror. I could do this. I could do the show and I could face Bucky, as well as Tony. I knew exactly what I would say, with my eyes, to Bucky during the show and I knew that he was my other half.
   He was my best friend, one of the few people who knew about my past and understood me. He related to me and took care of me for 8 years. He was sweet and kind, daring and brash at times, too. In that moment before stepping onto the stage, I realized that Bucky Barnes was the one.
   The first time I spotted him during the show, I locked eyes with him, hoping he would get it. He gave no reaction and started his verse of the song. Unfortunately, I think he was confused and, frankly, so was I.
   Finally, the time came for All I Ask of You and I crossed my fingers that he would be able to decipher what I was trying to say.
   âNo more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. Iâm here. Nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you.â Bucky never broke eye contact while holding my arm gently in front of the hundreds of parents, students, staff, and others in the auditorium. âLet me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. Iâm here, with you, beside you to guard you and to guide you.â
   I stepped back a little, keeping eye contact, basically staring into his soul. âSay you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. Thatâs all I ask of you.â How ironic that we were singing this song, considering Bucky repeated that phrase frequently, or at least something similar to it.
   âLet me be your shelter. Let me be your light. Youâre safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.â As he nodded slightly, I could tell he was speaking of my father and Tony. Were those fears really that far behind me?
   âAll I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.â I followed the blocking, turning to look at him after walking away. This time though, instead of glancing down at my feet, I stared right at him. I hoped he got the message.
   âThen say,â He belted out the words, surprising me a little with how loudly he sang. Bucky had never really sung that loudly in practice, much less in front of a crowd. âYouâll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go, too. Christine, thatâs all I ask of you.â
   âSay youâll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning. Say you love me-â I hoped he wouldnât glance away like he usually did at the next line.
   âYou know I do.â Bucky stared right at me, showing just a glimpse of a smile.
   âAnywhere you go let me go, too! Love me, thatâs all I ask of you.â We held the last note and I smiled brightly at remembering the next part.
   Bucky swept me around so that he held me in his arms, though his back was to the audience. He leaned in as if to kiss me and, instead of a staged kiss, actually pressed his lips to mine. I swear that sparks flew.
   The crowd burst into applause, but only because it was the end of the song. With their view of the kiss, it looked fake to them. Only the cast backstage could see that it was a real kiss. From my peripheral vision, I noticed many of them gawking, while some seemed nonchalant about the whole thing as if they had expected it. Only one person had a different reaction and only one looked pissed as hell.
   Tony Stark was not happy.
   To be honest, though, I couldnât care less. Bucky would take care of me and I him, as best I could. I deserved better than Tony, I realized. He was a dirty, lying, cheat who didnât give a damn about who he hurt. That would be his downfall, in the end.
   The rest of the show was smooth, though afterward was not quite so nice. Tony had been glaring at Bucky and I, who had basically been silently holding hands backstage and onstage the entire time, for the entire show. When the show was over, the entire cast could finally speak, as we were told to be quiet backstage before.
   I sighed after curtain call and Bucky echoed my relief. I turned to him, âEight years? Really?â
   He shrugged, blushing. âSince I met you.â
   âYou are too cute when youâre flustered.â I teased.
   He rolled his eyes, âYouâre the only one who can get me flustered, you know.â
   âI know.â I smirked devilishly, âI revel in it.â
   âNice vernacular there.â
   âWhy thank you.â
   There was a moment of silence before he spoke, âSo, what now?â
   I shrugged, âI dunno. Wherever you wanna go with this, Iâll go, too.â
   âChristine,â We sang together, smiling. âThatâs all I ask of you.â
   We laughed before another voice said, âHow cute.â Mockingly.
   I turned with a new fury at the voice, âOh, fuck off, Tony, Iâm done with your shit.â
   He looked a little startled at my words. âMy shit? Talk about âplatonic bed-sharing.ââ
   Bucky stepped in, âYou try living with one income between two growing teens with insatiable appetites. See how many beds you can afford then.â
   Tony rolled his eyes, âLook, whatever. I didnât come here to argue.â
   âThen why did you come, Tony?â I asked, crossing my arms.
   âTo give you a warning.â He threatened, âIâm not gonna give you another chance, (Y/N). You go with him, you give up on me.â
   I scoffed, âWow, how could I never see how full of yourself you are? I honestly couldnât care less. I donât need you and I sure as hell donât want you anymore.â
   He grew furious, âYou-!â
   Bucky stepped in front of me. âYou heard her, Stark. Move on.â
   So, he left.
   Bucky turned to me, âIâm really glad heâs gone.â
   I sighed with relief, âMe too.â I smiled. âHome?â
   âHome.â
      âThink we should replace the roses with the ones you gave me?â
   âI think thatâs a great idea.â
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