#tell us your secrets nic

[gcdfvcked]

nicola just rolls her eyes affectionately as campbell makes clear she has no intent to retire their little impromptu photoshoots that somehow always end up with nicola's clothes off. as much as she enjoys calling her girlfriend out for it, though, she's not going to actually complain; it makes her feel desired in a way she can't get enough of. "oh well, that's the fun part," nicola says with a broader grin. with campbell offering herself up like she is, nicola makes short work of peeling her own dress off before molding herself to campbell's body, breasts pressing into her back. "you don't even know what the rest of my little daydream even involves," she purrs into campbell's ear, possessive hands on the blonde's hips.

"mmm, i do" campbell purrs against nicola's lips, sure her own would be swollen from the pure intensity of their kissing, hands busying themselves grabbing and kneading at her girlfriend's ample chest. "and my camera's always perfectly calibrated, you cant expect me to give that up, can you?" the blonde giggles a little, like a school girl kissing her crush for the first time. "well.." she smirks, pulling back from nicola to lean against the wall. "you've got me pinned against the wall...should be pretty easy to fulfil the rest of your daydream, babe"

[pickingupmymercedes]

She's here and she won't be the only one - Lewis Hamilton

Series: She's here and she's ours / She's here and she's not only ours / She's here and she's just like you / She's not here, but she'll be / She's here and she won't be the only one / She's here and he won't let her give up / She's here and so is he / She's here and so are we - (they can all be read as one-shots)

request : "Bedtime stories would be the favourite part of his night routine with his babies especially after he comes back home from a long period and I can just imagine him getting them all ready for bed, tucking them in, sitting on his favourite chair in their colourful bedroom and reading them one of their favourite books 🥺🥹" - anon

pairing: dad!Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

wordcount: +2K

a/n: Anon, I don't know if that was a request or not, but I used as inspiration because yes to everything you said!!!! (if anyone hasn't seen Lewis's Cbeebies, go watch it ).

Anyway, it's dad! Lewis, he's got a hold on all of us apparently.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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A soft glow from the outdoor light made its way through the window of their daughter's princess-themed bedroom, casting long shadows across the toy cars strategically placed amongst the stuffed animals and fluffy pillows.

The Three-year-old, a restless ball of energy during the day, was now a picture of contentment snuggled under her favorite flower blanket.

Lewis starting the bedtime ritual as his voice dropped to a soothing murmur.

"Once upon a time, in a land far, far away…"

Y/d/n's eyes, a perfect copy to Lewis’s except for the glint of mischief, widened with anticipation. She loved their bedtime stories, especially the ones Lewis told with his best voices and interpretations.

Tonight, however, something was different. The story wasn't about a dragon, the fairies or the warriors she had grew accustomed to. It was about a princess who longed for someone to share her adventures.

"But why, daddy?" she piped up, interrupting the narrative. "Why did the princess want someone else?"

Lewis smiled, his heart overflowing with the love for his daughter and the excitement for the news he was about to share. "She wanted someone to play with, someone to tell stories to, to share secrets and adventures with."

Her small brow furrowed in concentration. "Like Olaf to Anna?"

"More like Elsa to Anna, sweetheart," Y/n chimed in, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "Someone who'll always be there for you, no matter what."

Y/d/n's eyes sparkled with confusion. "A sibling?"

“Like a little brother or sister" Lewis confirmed, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"A brother or sister? Like uncle Nic and you, or Kaiden and Willow?" Her little brain working overtime to grasp the idea of a permanent playmate, someone who would be with her all the time.

Lewis chuckled, stroking her cheeks gently. "Yes, darling, just like us. Someone to build pillow forts with, someone to have silly dance parties with in your pajamas, someone to plot with."

"Can I have a little brother or sister for Christmas, then?" She squealed with delight, the possibility sinking in as she emphasized the I.

Y/n's breath hitched. This wasn't quite how she envisioned revealing the news, but her daughter’s enthusiasm was contagious. She exchanged a nervous glance with Lewis, who gave her a reassuring nod.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n reached out and placed a gentle hand on her stomach, a slight curve that had only recently become noticeable. "Sweetheart," she began, her voice soft yet firm, "You're going to get your very own sibling already, but a bit earlier than Christmas."

Y/d/n’s eyes widened even further. She stared at Y/n's stomach, then back at her face, trying to process the information. "Like, next week?"

Lewis joined the conversation, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "No, not quite that soon, sweetheart. But in about five or six months, you'll have a little brother or sister to play with."

The three-year-old’s expression turned thoughtful. The idea of a sibling, someone who would be a constant companion, was exciting yes, but also a little bit scary. "Will it be a tiny baby like the ones in the picture books?" she inquired when she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, at first" Y/n explained, pulling out a book they had recently bought about pregnancy. "But then, the baby will grow bigger and bigger until it's finally ready to come out, just like you did."

She studied the book, her brow furrowed in concentration, pointing to a picture of a baby with tiny fingers and toes. "Will it be tiny like this?"

Y/n nodded, her heart swelling with love. "Even tinier, maybe the size of your daddy's hand."

Lewis held out his hand, his fingers spread wide. Y/d/n’s eyes opening up wide as she compared the size of her own hand to her father's. "That small? How will I play with it?"

Lewis wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. "It may be small at first, but babies grow quick. Soon, it will be big enough to hold toys and maybe even crawl around while you run with them."

The conversation continued for a while longer, filled with her endless questions about the baby's size, what it would look like, and what games they could play together.

With each answer, Lewis and Y/n watched their daughter’s apprehension gradually melt away, replaced by a something akin to excitement. The fear of the unknown faded as they painted a picture of a tiny companion who would grow into a lifelong friend.

"So, the baby is like a little friend who lives inside you, Mommy, until it's big enough to come out?" she summarized, her eyes wide with wonder.

Y/n beamed. "Exactly, sweetheart. How do you feel about being a big sister?"

She puffed out her little chest, a sense of pride evident in her eyes. " I'll teach them how to race cars like Daddy and how to sing all the princess songs with me."

Lewis chuckled, picturing his little girl teaching a newborn the finer points of car racing. "Sounds like a plan. But first, we’d like for you to pick out a special stuffed animal for your new sibling, their very first. How about that?"

Y/d/n's face lit up. The prospect of picking a gift overshadowed any remaining worries. She scrambled off the bed, her bare feet padding softly across the floor as she raced to the overflowing toy chest in the corner of the room.

The house settled into a comfortable silence as Lewis and Y/n watched their daughter disappear into the world of fluffy friends. A warmth bloomed in their hearts as they envisioned their family growing, the laughter of two children echoing through their home.

"She's going to be a fantastic big sister" Lewis said, his voice filled with pride. “I know I was a bit hesitant, but you were right love, this is right timing for us.”

Y/n leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I hope so" she whispered, a hint of nervousness creeping back into her voice. Lewis squeezed her hand reassuringly. "We'll figure it out, love. Together. We always do."

He looked at the picture of Y/d/n picking out one of her own teddies, his heart brimming with love. The challenges ahead seemed insignificant compared to the joy of watching their family grow. This wasn't just about having another child.

As the little girl reappeared, clutching a stuffed Sally she had been gifted by a fan she climbed back onto her bed to give her dad the car “I guess they can have Sally, so my Guido has someone to play with too”

The gentle whoosh of the ar conditioning created a low drone as Y/n tiptoed into the bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, illuminating the scene before her like a snapshot.

Lewis, his back to the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, a picture of focused concentration. In his lap, nestled between his arms, was their daughter, her dark hair cascading over his forearm like a waterfall. His voice, a soothing murmur, weaved a tale of a brave princess and a fire-breathing dragon.

Y/n's heart ached with an unfamiliar pang. It wasn't the story, nor the picture of domestic bliss before her. It was the future it represented, an addition to a future she desperately craved and Lewis seemed hesitant about.

As Lewis kept reading the story, the little girl giggled, her tiny hand clutching the collar of his t-shirt. Y/n watched, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. The girl's boundless energy, her infectious laughter – they were the very things that made Y/n's desire for another child stronger.

The idea of filling their home with that same joyous spirit, of witnessing the bond blossom between siblings, had been a constant thought for a while.

But Lewis. Lewis, her rock, her partner in this whirlwind they called life, seemed to hesitate whenever the topic of expanding their family came up. They'd discussed it, of course, late-night whispers, celebrations and arguments had occurred. But every excited statement from Y/n was met with a string of concerns from Lewis.

They had always been a good team and when Y/d/n was born she had fitted right in. They had navigated the demanding world of Formula One with practiced ease, and Y/n's career was on an upswing, her meticulous planning and organization allowing them to be present for Lewis's races with the help of their families.

But another child would throw that intricate balance into chaos. They wouldn't be able to travel as much, the demands of a newborn and a toddler would stretch them to their limits.

Y/n understood and even shared some his apprehension, yet her heart rebelled.

A lump formed in her throat as the story ended, punctuated by her daughter's sleepy sigh. Lewis leaned down, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Night, night, princess," he whispered, his voice thick with love.

Y/n waited for him to rise before clearing her throat. Lewis looked up, his smile fading slightly at the sight of her downcast expression. "Hey. She fell asleep mid story, as usual" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Lewis lowered Y/d/n into the bed, tucking the covers around her. He rose and met Y/n's gaze; his brow furrowed. The tension in the room was thick, a silent conversation brimming beneath the surface.

"Sounds just like her " she mumbled, forcing a smile. She walked away from the bedroom, stopping at the sofa on the tiny living room of their hotel room, Lewis followed stopping at a safe distance.

"It just hit me," Y/n began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Seeing her like that, with you…"

She trailed off, unable to voice the words churning within her. Lewis sighed, running a hand in his arms. "We talked about this, love. It's a big decision."

"I know," she whispered, her eyes gazing his. "But the way she is, wouldn't it be amazing to…"

Her voice broke, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Lewis approached her, his hand reaching out to brush her cheek. The warmth of his touch soothing her mind even in the midst of her turmoil, a reminder of the love they shared.

"I see it, Y/n," he said, his voice low and full of empathy. "Every day. But we can’t look at it through rose-colored glasses. The sleepless nights, the constant demands, the impact on our careers, on Y/d/n…"

His words were a bucket of cold water on her simmering dreams. "Don’t you think it’d be worth it, Lewis? In the end?"

He looked at her, his eyes reflecting the same desired she felt, only with the concerns he couldn’t quite brush off. "I don't know, babe. Honestly, I don't know."

Their living room was electric with energy. Laughter and excited chatter filled the air as Lewis's family gathered for their usuals get-togethers. Y/d/n, the center of attention, clutched a small, brightly wrapped box in her hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Y/n watched from the sidelines, a nervous flutter in her stomach. Today was the day they planned to share the news of their new addition.

The past months had been a whirlwind of emotions, filled with late-night talks and cautious optimism. They had finally reached a decision, a fragile agreement that felt more like a question mark than a period. And the two lines on that test had cemented the changes, whether they were ready for it or not.

The three-year-old, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, skipped towards her grandmother. "Grandma, I have a present for you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with childish glee.

Carmen, Lewis's mom, beamed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "What's this, my sweet girl?" she asked, taking the box gently.

Inside the box lay a fluffy teddy bear sporting a tiny t-shirt with the words "I'm gonna be a big sister" on the front. Carmen gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she looked up at her granddaughter, astonishment etched on her face.

"Mom and Dad are giving me my very own sibling, Grandma!" she chimed in, her excitement palpable.

The room fell silent, all eyes turning towards Y/n and Lewis. A nervous smile stretched across Y/n's face as Lewis cleared his throat.

"Surprise?" Lewis confirmed, his voice holding a hint of trepidation. "We’re pregnant."

Everyone's surprise quickly melted into a warm smile. Tears welled up in his mother eyes as she embraced Y/n tightly. "Oh, this is wonderful news!" she exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm so happy for you three."

Relief washed over Y/n. The acceptance in Carmen's eyes, the joy radiating from her voice, eased some of the anxiety that had been nagging her. The room erupted in congratulations as other family members chimed in, offering their best wishes.

Lewis and Y/n found themselves enveloped in a sea of good cheer. Hugs were exchanged, stories were reminisced, and plans for the future were excitedly discussed. Y/d/n, the star of the show, basked in the attention, proudly showing off her new "big sister" teddy bear.

As the afternoon wore on, however, a quiet moment emerged between Y/n and Lewis. They stood tucked away in a corner of the room, their hands intertwined.

"You seem nervous" Lewis said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

Y/n bit her lip, torn between her elation and the lingering doubts. "I am" she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "What if it's too much? What if we can't handle it?"

Lewis placed his other hand on her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that traced its way down her face. "We will" he said with quiet conviction. "We'll figure it out, together. Like we always do."

He looked at her, his eyes reflecting her own apprehension, but also excitement. "We may not have all the answers, but I’ll tell you one thing - we're a team."

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Follow The Leader | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Nicholas's habits that the boys subconsciously started doing.

WARNINGS: swearing, idk. I kind of just whipped this out of my ass. I wanted to give you fluff before Wednesday. I love you :)

Nicholas Master list | Reaction Style

BANG CHAN Throwing their head back when they laugh

Nicholas used to hide his smile and force his laughs down. He was taught expressing loud emotions was inappropriate and was a sign of disrespect. So, he refused to be noisy around his members. While they thought he was uncomfortable, Nick was actually showing them respect.

When they finally broke Nicholas out of his shell, they discovered his wonderful habit of throwing his head back during a really good laugh. His eyes will close, his teeth showing, and his head thrown back as his shoulders shake with laughter.

It's a terrible habit when they're in front of walls.

*thump*

"Holy- Are you okay?" Hyunjin laughed as he rubbed the back of Nicholas's head. Before Nick could answer, another thud came from the other side of the room, and the duo looked over.

Chan leaned forward, rubbing his head as he laughed loudly. Once what happened clicked, Nicholas laughed harder and fell on the floor. The trio of boys laughed at the two's similar clumsiness.

LEE MINHO Shouting while running

Let me explain. Nicholas is a pretty big guy. He's going to bulldoze whoever he doesn't see when running. After one too many accidents, Nicholas started making a siren nose while running. Whenever staff hear the siren, they press themselves against the nearest wall or compact their body out of the way.

Minho started doing it to tease Nicholas, but it stuck after he realized how effective it was.

"WEEWOO WEEWOO!" or "BEEEP! BEEEP! Incoming! Incoming!"

Like they trained for this their whole lives, everyone pressed against the walls. Those who weren't lucky enough to get to a wall in time hopped onto furniture or slid into doorways and prayed this wasn't the path meant to be taken.

When the staff looked up, they watched Minho and Nicholas fly down the hallway with the members hot on their heels.

"I don't know if I hate how much it works, or if I love it," Chan huffed as he slowed to a stop in the middle of the hallway. He looked at each staff member before letting out a breathy chuckle. "They're gone now you can relax."

"WEEWOO! WEEWOO!"

"nEVERmInD!"

SEO CHANGBIN Humming when slightly annoyed

Nicholas will never tell you to your face that you piss him off. You have to pay attention to his expressions or his actions. Since he was 6, Nicholas developed the habit of humming to alert people of his growing irritation.

He hums to release tension in his body instead of grinding his teeth.

The members realized it after continuously teasing him about something. They ignored the first few signs, but his repeated humming told them.

"You better stop it," Minho warned, watching Jisung and Felix poke at Changbin while he was eating.

"Why? He does this to us," Jisung huffed as Nicholas sat on the floor.

"Are you irritated?" Nicholas asked, and Changbin nodded as he continued to humming quietly.

"Sorry, hyung," Jisung and Felix muttered before leaving to bother Minho.

HWANG HYUNJIN Drawing on cups

Whenever Nicholas brings the members a cup of something, he draws something on the cups or leaves a message. Since Changbin told him how happy it made him and the members agreed, Nicholas hasn't missed a chance at drawing on a cup. He'll take their cups out of their hand and draw on them sometimes.

One day, Hyunjin drew on Nicholas' cup, and the smile on Nick's face made Hyunjin promise to repay his kindness. It's become a secret code for them. They both keep the cups or heat protector sheets, whatever they've drawn on, in a drawer.

"How come your cup has a little penguin on it?" Jisung whined as he leaned over Nicholas' shoulder. The older boy shrugged as he sipped his drink to hide his smile.

To busy whining, Jisung missed the smile shared between Hyunjin and Nicholas.

HAN JISUNG Sneezing with their entire bodies

The members joke about sticking Nicholas into a helmet because of how clumsy he is. He sneezes clumsily. He will pause whatever he's doing and take a deep breath before thrusting his head and torso forward as he lets out a dying rat sound. The members will never let him live down the time he did that and fell into a pile of pillows at a friend's house.

The first time Jisung did it, Felix and Nicholas were watching Jisung's live.

"Where the hell did he go?!" Felix screamed as Jisung flew from the camera, and a loud shout echoed from the mic. Next to him, Nicholas's head is thrown back in laughter at the blur that was once his younger friend.

Minho popped up on the camera and waved, making Nicholas laugh harder. Minho looked down before looking back up with a thumbs up, "He's fine. He just sneezed."

A hand appeared from under the desk, and Jisung gave them a thumbs up. Felix laughed as he handed a wheezing Nicholas tissue to wipe his face.

"He just disappeared!"

LEE FELIX Silent Feet

Because of childhood trauma, Nicholas learned to walk on silent feet. He can walk loud, but his body is used to walking softly. Unfortunately for the members, this means getting scared by a 6'3 pole randomly appearing in their peripheral vision.

Felix has picked up on this habit and used it for plenty of things. He usually uses this habit to sneak around the dorms at night. One of the members, usually Nicholas, will wake up to a body under them. Half the time, it's Jeongin, but sometimes it's Felix.

"Why are you in my bed?"

Felix spluttered at the deep voice laced with sleep from his older member. Only after he burrowed under the covers and into the back of Nicholas did Felix respond.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Don't know," He answered. Felix hummed as Nicholas turned to face him. They stared at each other, thankful for the dark purple LED light shining in the room.

"Maybe you can't sleep because you have these lights on," Felix whispered, and Nicholas smiled.

"Maybe I left them on because I knew someone was gonna creep through the hallway to my room," He said, raising his brows in amusement. Felix huffs as he buries his face in a stuffed animal.

"Goodnight, sunshine."

"Good night, Nick."

KIM SEUNGMIN Randomly glaring

Nicholas has a terrible case of RBF. When he relaxes his face, it looks like he's glaring at you. He tries not to chill, mainly for that reason. Seungmin developed the habit randomly. They don't know the exact time it happened or why he started doing it.

He just starts glaring at random objects or at nothing. Usually, when Nicholas starts to relax, Seungmin tense up and glares.

"What's wrong with you?" Chan asked, and Seungmin tilted his head.

"Nothing, why?"

"You look like you're gonna stab us!" Hyunjin screamed, and everyone laughed as Seungmin mimicked stabbing him with a crunchy french fry.

YANG JEONGIN Connecting his fingers to his thumbs

People think Nicholas is counting when he does this, but it's been debunked when they realize most of the time, he has no reason to. Someone thought he was mimicking playing the piano like his older sister does and everyone ran with it.

He's actually just stretching his fingers, but he lets STAY think that because it's cute.

Jeongin started doing it when he realized why Nicholas did it. He didn't even know you could stretch your fingers until Nicholas told him about it.

"What are Nick and Innie counting?" Chan read, and everyone looked at the duo sitting next to each other. They were stretching their fingers again.

"Nothing," Nicholas answered.

"Then what are you doing?" Changbin asked, reaching back to grab Nick's hands.

"Nothing," Nicholas shrugged. Jeongin hummed in agreement as he leaned against the older boy's shoulder.

Nicholas Ross Master List

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Word quantity: high. Word quality: low. You have been warned.

Goo Kim x Reader: School Days with Princess & the Delinquent

Chapter 8 - Please read chapter 1 first!

Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

Tiptoeing around anything doesn’t come naturally to Goo, not when he doesn’t need to, and definitely not when there’s no cash incentive.

He likes to stomp in, loud and sure-footed with a dramatic flourish.

So then, the near misses, the yearning and longing gazes are killing him.

He understands himself enough to know that if he didn’t leave soon, if he stayed any longer, if he took anymore of you which you would happily give, he would never be able to go.

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Goo tries to withdraw, to add a little distance and to keep his hands to himself.

You become the one chasing after him without even realising. Previously, he had never been self conscious in seeking you out, and you subconsciously followed his lead and followed him. 

On the rooftop alone, Goo sits and stares until you join him, taking his silence for melancholy.

He should pull away but instead leans in, pressing his shoulder against yours until the heat from your body sears him.

Unpleasantness surfaces with harsh words, becoming every bit the juvenile he’s known for and spitting venom at you.

You flinch at his malice, knowing this Goo Kim only by reputation rather than experience and storm off.

Good, he thinks, a bare-faced lie. Good riddance.

Is it that everyone is born with a conscience? Maybe Goo had one when he was younger before he learned to silence it. 

Hasn’t heard from it in years. Not when he uses unscrupulous methods to get rich, not when he beats someone that looks at him the wrong way to within an inch of their life. 

Due to you, today it rears its ugly head after lying dormant. Screaming at him, ear-splitting and shrill until all he feels is regret.

Tail between his legs and not even an hour later, Goo looks for you.

He doesn’t apologise, but you recognise the remorse at his outburst from the way he touches his glasses, the slump in his form, the contrite look in his eyes and forgive him anyway.

“Princess,” Goo purrs, giving you a dashing smile when you throw him a furious look instead of teary eyes. When you stay instead of running away.

So much for that then.

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Like a joke, Goo also starts reaping karma for all his past wrong-doings.

He cannot miss the way your eyes drop to look at his lips, your tongue darting out and wetting your own as he talks.

Notices how when he leans close, murmuring something to your ear, your skin prickles with goosebumps at his proximity.

The way you gulp as he stretches, shirt lifting and revealing a sliver of inviting skin, is impossibly loud. And when the blush creeps from your collar up to your hairline, your ears burning crimson, it has him crawling out of his skin from how much he wants you.

Goo Kim has a terrible effect on you. You make no secret of it.

It’s a very cruel and terribly timed joke. 

He’s not sure how much longer he can hold out. If he has any restraint left so the words won’t just gurgle up and slip out, shouting and declaring how much he likes you.

You’re the flame and to his moth, and he thinks maybe it’s not so bad to burn.

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To make matters worse, because truly things do come in threes, you become ever brazen with him.

Emboldened by the months of having Goo Kim being at your side, his shamelessness rubbing off on you and dirtying your previous squeaky-clean disposition. 

Hands squeezing his waist as a way of greeting. Or ruffling his hair, fingers running through his blonde tresses when the urge takes you.

Turning the tables, whispering into his ear, sharing inside jokes, hot breath ghosting his skin as he tries not to pant.

Lecherous grins as innuendos and entendres that are so Goo spills from your lips and he also tries not to imagine you in compromising positions.

You tell him he looks good, casual niceties and compliments that you have learned from him, and his brain stutters.

Goo really has made a rod for his own back.

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Worst of all, Goo notices, is the way you wait for one another.

A familiarity of routine that comes from lives being intertwined and always wanting to be in each other's company.

The few classes you’re not in together, you can always find one or the other lurking outside in the corridor.

Waiting to spend more time together. Waiting to spend lunches together.

Either in empty rooms, libraries or in the cafeteria as you both laugh, you still somewhat demurely and Goo like a hyena, ignoring everyone else giving you nervous looks.

You never really know what Goo gets up to after school, but he still accompanies you when he can. You wait for him to walk you home from extracurricular clubs or in the evening from your job.

If his schedule doesn’t allow it then Goo is the one waiting. On the other side of the phone, he waits to hear from you.

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Trouble finally arrives.

There’s nothing special about the day.  An ordinary Thursday sitting in classes together. Almost the weekend. 

There’s nothing special about the trouble either. It doesn’t announce itself with a bang. It’s a special kind of trouble that has been years in the making, seeping into everything it touches. Of yours and Goo’s life path diverging for good.

Goo receives a text. He should be elated, instead finding he needs to school his face to hold back a frown.

Oh well. What’s done is done.

Hand in pockets, whistling, he leaves the classroom, not caring about the class he’s disrupting or the teacher's lecture on a Physics theorem.

(But he doesn’t look in your direction. He can’t.)

No-one bats an eyelid. Typical Goo shenanigans.

Yet he doesn’t return 10 minutes later. He doesn’t return for your next period. You don’t see him for the rest of the day.

Or for the next week. Or the next month.

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Taking a page out of his own playbook, you bombard him with calls and messages. Double-texting, triple, whatever to get a response.

Initially, he leaves you on read, and your calls ring out.

Eventually, the number is not in service.

You keep trying and keep hearing the same automated voice.

In your desperation, you ask around for anyone that knows where he lives.

They don't. He's been a stranger to everyone but you.

[ramen8008]

It's good for the sanity of everyone that Tony Stark revealed he was Iron man when he did.

Can you imagine the havoc that this man would wreak of nobody knew he was Iron man?

Interviewer: what are your thoughts on the recent development of the avengers? Is there anyone that sticks out? Who is your favorite?

Tony stark: Ah yes the boy band? Wait no, the super hero dudes right? And dudettes of course. Oh yeah I don't care for it but iron man kinda sucks don't you think?

Interviewer: uhh

Tony: Like what is he supposed to be? A tin man? I could make that thing if I was stuck in a cave.

Interviewer: umm

Tony: though I will admit that suit makes his ass look great. Whoever he may be.

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Talk show host: So Tony Stark! We're now playing Fuck, Marry, Kill however with a twist! You are given a category of people instead of just three. You first group issssss The Avengers!

Tony: mmh hmm As you see I'm married so Kill Iron man he's useless, no powers at all. And he took too long to save me from a kidnapping once.

Tv host: [blinks] i- okay umm okay. Next question. What are your thoughts on Spider-Man? He has been seen around Iron man and some even call him his sidekick.

Tony: Iron man doesn't deserve Spiderman. Spiderman is great and awesome and a genius. He is amazing and lovely and adorable and should not be associated with iron man much less be called his sidekick.

Tv host: [nods nervously] okay uhh it seems you know this spiderman quiet personally?

Tony: Don't know what you mean. It's just obvious that as much as Iron man obviously loves and cherishes Spiderman he does not deserve him. I on the other hand would love to have him work with me.

Tony, leans closer to the mic: Spiderman is very much loved and cherished and not deserved at all by Iron man.

Tony, grabs mic and looks at camera and whispers: no matter just how awesome that ass looks

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Interviewer: what do you have to say about the speculations about your and Iron man's relationship?

Tony: oh I hate him. I'm just using him for his body.

Interviewer: [splutters] w-what?!

Tony: what? Was it not obvious? I have been very clear for my love of that butt on him.

Interviewer: wh-what about Miss Potts?

Tony: she understands. I'll tell you a secret [leans very close to the nic and whispers] she likes that ass just as much as I do

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The Avengers Saturday night is just watching every interview Tony has given and how much he fucks with the public

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cruel summer (kenny's version)

my masterlist.

entry 4 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary: a detailed account of your summer fling with kenny mccormick.

pairing: kenny mccormick x reader (college!au kinda)

fandom: south park

warnings:  implied nsfw. substance use (alc/weed/nic). language. vomiting.

notes: based on cruel summer by taylor swift. this was not beta read. we die like kenny.

word count: 7.9k

It all started and ended in Kenny McCormick’s rundown, single cab pickup truck. It was summer time and Kenny’s main friend group had all separated for this one lone week despite everyone being home from college. Stan was still on the outskirts of town at Tegridy Farms. Eric had been dragged out of state to visit family. Kyle was in Denver doing a week-long intensive course. 

Kenny was in community college, about to wrap up an associates in computer sciences, a few classes short of graduation. He was also working full-time at the local Best Buy doing tech support, but somehow he’d managed to have three days off in a row towards the end of the week. However, this had to be the worst time for him to have next-to-nothing to do.

You were in Marjorine’s bathroom, standing over her as she sat on the toilet, pink dye that was scented like lemon drop candy was coating the ends of her naturally blonde hair when your phone rang.

“Marj, can you see who that is and let me decide whether or not I”m gonna get you to answer that?”

The blonde girl laughed, “Sure thing!”

She grabbed your phone and looked at the screen, “It’s Kenny!”

“Kenny McCormick?” 

You said that like there was any other Kenny in your hometown. There was no confusion in your question, though, just a slight bit of disbelief. You’d had feelings for Kenny since high school that’d been a long-kept secret for various reasons. First, you thought Marjorine liked him, but apparently not. In reality, Marjorine is just a helpless romantic who has a slight attraction to all of her friends, you included. Then, he ended up in a weird situationship with Tammy Mullins and then “cheated” on Tammy Mullins with his ex, Tammy Warner, if you can even cheat on a fuckbuddy. 

Kenny didn’t have the most savory reputation in South Park when it came to women. He was a flirt who made it known to everyone how much he liked the ladies and with his charm and rugged looks, he oftentimes was able to pull any girl that he fed the right line to. You felt like it was pointless to pursue him, because you’d inevitably get your heartbroken and look like an idiot much like Tammy Mullins when she attempted to beat the ever living shit out of Tammy Warner for the aforementioned incident. 

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Marjorine spoke in a sing-song voice that let you know that she was highly anticipating overhearing this conversation.

You rolled your eyes, “Go ahead.”

Marjorine swiped the answer bar, “Well hi, Ken!”

“Hi, Barbie!” Kenny didn’t miss a beat, a chuckle to his voice, “Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m right here. What’s up, Kenny?” You spoke, distracting your nerves by finishing up Marjorine’s hair and making sure that the color was evenly spread with meticulous attention to detail.

“Just wanted to see if you ladies wanted to chill at Stark’s Pond later. The guys are all out of town doing fuck knows what and I have like...three days off of work and I’ve already bored myself to death.”

“You mean to tell me you’ve already gotten bored with jacking off and hitting up girls on Snap? Are you feeling okay, bud?” You said with a smirk, eliciting a gasp at your language from the blonde sitting underneath you.

“Ha ha…hilarious. I haven’t jacked it at all today. I’m waiting to see you in a bikini at the pond so I can have that mental image to cross that off my list.”

“Cute.”

“Gross, Ken!”

He chuckled again, “Are you guys coming or what?”

You looked at Marjorine and she looked at you. Before you could contemplate a response, she replied for you, “We’ll be there! Does 3:00 work?”

You shot her a look and she grinned mischievously. “Yeah, for sure. You make sure to look cute too, Marj. I’ve got a lot of free time coming up.” You could hear his smirk through the phone, earning him another eye roll.

“Oh shut it, Kenny. We’ll see you later.” 

“Okay! Love you guys, bye!”

“Love you too!” Marjorine replied, hanging up the phone and looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.

“I hate you.”

“Nuh uh.”

“I’m going to drown you when I rinse you.”

“Oh, hamburgers.”

A few hours later, you were in your room putting on high waisted black bikini bottoms with a black and white striped top as you were trying to call Marjorine to determine whether or not the suit was too modest or just right. You’d called several times, but she still wasn’t answering. You turned your attention to your hair, putting it in two braids, when you finally heard your ringtone.

“Hey, are you okay? I tried calling like a hundred times.” You spoke over speaker phone, starting on your other braid.

“Yeah, I suppose I’m alright…well, a little anyway.” She sounded sad. You’d be willing to bet the $500 sitting in your savings account that you knew where this conversation was going. 

“What happened?” 

“Well, you see, my dad was real sore about my hair. He said it made me look cheap and…”

“You’re grounded…”

“Yeah…”

You sighed, “Marj, we’re twenty. Your dad can’t ground you forever.” 

She sighed back, “I know…I keep hoping that maybe he’ll stop the older I get, but really, I’m getting older everyday and he’s not stopping!”

You groaned, flopping back on your bed, “So, I’m just going to go hang out with Kenny alone…”

“You say that like you haven’t wanted to date him since we were in high school.” Marjorine said, a smile clearly perking up on her face. You could tell by her tone.

“Yeah, but like..” You tried to start replying back.

“But nothing! Go and have a good time!” she said, “And use protection!”

“Marjorine!” You gasped, shaking your head at her response.

“I’m just saying.” She replied. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Marjorine, are you on your phone?!” Her father’s voice boomed.

“No, dad…I’m just…uh…talking to myself!” She replied back nervously. You could hear her father barking out orders at her to stay quiet and to think about what she’d done. Quickly, she wished you luck and ended the call.

You looked at your phone, noticing it was almost time for you to leave and decided that you would start gathering your things so that you could go. Once you arrived, you immediately noticed Kenny’s truck. It was an older model with rusted parts, chipped paint, and numerous crude and comedic stickers littering both the back glass and the door to the bed.

Part of you wanted him to not show up. Sure, you’d been harboring a crush on Kenny, but to think you’d be able to pull him? There was no way. He liked girls with big boobs, curves, full lips, and gorgeous skin. Compared to those girls, you just felt normal, like there was nothing special about you. You’d been told you were beautiful, funny, and smart, but going after Kenny still felt futile.

You parked next to his truck and then got out, walking towards the pond with your bag in hand. You soon noticed the blonde boy laying on a tattered quilt blanket. He was wearing only orange swim trunks and a pair of aviator sunglasses. His head turned toward you and he did a double take, tossing his hand up to greet you.

You walked over and sat your bag down next to the blanket. Kenny let out a soft wolf-whistle. “Baby, baby, baby…” He said, “I thought the view of the pond was beautiful, but you’ve got it beat.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the blanket. “You’re full of it, Ken.” you said. He chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m just observing.”

“Uh huh…”

“Where’s Marj?” 

“Grounded”

“Shit…I mean, that sucks, but hey…” He turned on his side to look at you, “At least we get some time just you and me, right?”

Your chest tightened and you took a deep breath, “Mhmmm…”

“So…you seeing anyone?”

You rolled your eyes again. He was always so flirty with everyone. This was his baseline. You had to keep this at the front of your mind and just roll with his advances and play along with the game he was initiating. 

You shook your head, taking out your sunscreen. You twisted the nozzle so that it would spray and went over your arms, chest, and legs. Kenny held his hand out and you handed the bottle to him, expecting him to apply a coat to his already tanned skin. Instead, he sat up and slid behind you and sprayed your back.

“What are you…?” You lost your train of thought as he reached up and started gently rubbing it into your back.

Your breath hitched in your throat, “U-Uh…it’s…it’s touch free…”

“Oh?” He said. You could hear the smirk in his voice, “I didn’t read the bottle.” He leaned in closer to you until his breath was on your ear, “My bad…”

A shiver ran down your spine and he laughed under his breath again, moving back to the blanket. “So, why’d Clyde say he’d been talking to you if you’re single, then?”

“Because he’s full of shit.” 

It was a plain reply to the question because that was the honest truth. Clyde tended to be a bit of an attention seeker and this kind of behavior was a norm with him almost as much as being flirtatious was to Kenny. 

“Interesting…” Kenny laughed, “I think you should take that up with him.”

“It’s not that serious.” You laughed, laying back on the blanket, turning your head to look at him.

“I think you should tell him that you’re not talking to him because you’re talking to me.”

“Lie to end a lie?”

“Doesn’t have to be a lie.”

“You’re something else, you know that, right?”

The small talk and banter between the two of you went on for what felt like minutes, but upon looking at the clock on your lockscreen, you found out it’d been hours. The sun was starting to set and the two of you were the last people remaining at the pond.

“We should go get food.” You suggested, gesturing towards him with his sunglasses that you were holding, having taken them from him hours ago upon realizing that yours had been left in Marjorine’s car days ago.

“Or we could skinny dip and then get food.” He retorted, shrugging as if he didn’t ask you to get naked in public with him.

“You’re insane.”

“Some people would find that hot, you know?”

“Pretty sure skinny dipping is illegal.”

“No guts, no glory…plus, our police force is a joke. I think we’ll be fine.”

“You think.”

Kenny got up from the blanket and started down to the water. He turned towards you and smirked. “I know…” He then jumped into the water, making a large splash that landed on the blanket and your legs.

He re-emerged only seconds later and held his swim trunks over his head. “Kenny!” You gasped.

“Yes?” His smile was absolutely devious. You got up and walked to the edge of the water only for him to pull his hand back and send his swim trunks launching towards you, only landing on your feet due to the weight of the water in the fabric.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say so you just crossed your arms over your chest and watched the blonde who was currently smiling so widely you could finally see the small gap in his smile from his missing tooth. You had to admit…the colors and lighting of the sunset mixed with the beads of water rolling down his shoulders and his wet hair…If Kenny was anything, it was beautiful.

“Take a picture sweetheart, it’ll last longer.” You’d gotten caught. You took a hard swallow, choosing not to respond to his comment. “Man, this water is getting cold…it’d be nice if someone else would join me so I could suck up their body heat.”

He couldn’t be that desperate. You sighed, “Okay…okay…”

You jumped in, resurfacing right in front of him moments later. He grinned playfully. “Lucky me.” He closed the gap between you two, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing your body in close to him.

“You are ridiculous.” You tried to sound stern, but you couldn’t help but form a smile at his reaction to your presence. He seemed genuinely happy to have you in the water with him with your bodies so close together…but of course he does. It’s Kenny. Something like this is his idea of paradise. You were brought back to your thoughts earlier about Kenny’s baseline and his affinity for the ladies.

“You still with me?” he asked, noticing how your thoughts had drifted from your current position to the depths of your mind. You turned your attention back to him, “Yeah, I was just…thinking…”

“Bout what?” he asked, reaching up to play with the end of your hair delicately, 

“You”

“Me? Huh, it really is my lucky day, isn’t it?”

“Who says it’s good?”

“Well, damn, the thought didn’t cross my mind, but I guess you’re right.” He chuckled.

He leaned in, his lips curved up in a smirk as he leaned in in an attempt to kiss you. You reached up with two fingers and pressed them to his lips to stop him. He pulled back and laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re naked in a pond with me right now…I don’t think that should be our first kiss.”

“So, you’re telling me that if I put my clothes back on, you’d kiss me?” 

“We’ll see…”

“I never thought I’d want to get my clothes back on with you instead of staying naked.” he said.

A few minutes later, Kenny was redressed and you’d dried off and put the t-shirt he’d come to the pond in over your suit. It was now fully dark, the only light coming from his headlights after he’d turned the car on. 

“So…where do you wanna go for food?” he asked, leaning against the car. You shrugged and stood beside him, leaning your back against the vehicle as well. “I”m up for anything, really. I’m not picky. Anything beats frozen waffles for the fourth time this week.”

“McDonald’s?” You questioned, earning a nod in response from the blonde.

“Before we go, though…you said that if we weren’t naked and in the pond you’d kiss me.”

You let out a deep breath from your nose and looked at him, not responding, but raising both eyebrows questioning him ever so slightly.

“So…can we?” He grinned.

“Why do you want to kiss me anyway? You can have your pick of any girl in South Park…or have you just blown through all of your options over the years and I’m the last girl on the list?” You questioned, “It’s not like you’ve actively tried pursuing me before. Why now?”

Kenny looked taken aback by your question, “I…” He paused, as if trying to gather his thoughts. You must’ve honestly thrown him a curveball he was never expecting. “I don’t know…guess I thought you’d never go for me. You’re kind of too good for me. At least, that’s what Marj says.”

“Marj? What’d she say?”

“Oh, I told her I wanted to ask you out like…Christmastime-ish…and she was like ‘Nah, she’s too smart and too good for you. She won’t put up with your shit.’ and one night, after smoking a blunt, I thought some more about it and realized that she’s probably right and that you’re not going to put up with my shit and that even though you’re totally one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever seen I…”

You cut him off by leaning in to kiss his lips. He smiled against your lips and instantly kissed back, moving over you to lean you even further back against the hood of his truck, resting both arms on each side of your head until one hand slid down and came to rest on your hip, hooking his finger into your belt loop to pull you in closer. You kept kissing him, letting your hands slide down his bare chest, a shiver running down your spine at the small moan that left his lips as your hands moved. Finally, you had to pull back to catch your breath.

You took a second, just looking at him, your E/C eyes staring into his baby blues. Then, you spoke up, “I'm still not putting up with your shit, though.” You both laughed in response and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Makes sense.” He said, leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss once again turned heated, you locking a leg around his waist and his hands traveling past the hem of his shirt that you were wearing to caress the slightly exposed skin of your abdomen and then move to your back, reaching up to play with the tie on your bathing suit. You stopped him, putting a hand up to his arm to get his attention.

“Shit…” He shook his head, “I”m sorry, I–”

“Don’t apologize.” You began, “I just think it’d be a little more private in the truck.”

That’s how you found yourself on your back in the cramped single cab of Kenny’s truck for the first time that summer. His lips were traveling down your body and your chest was rising and falling at a rapidly increasing pace the further he maneuvered himself downward. You glanced down at him and met his eyes as he looked up at you, his fingers hooked themselves in the sides of your swimsuit bottoms. He shifted his position a little as he was still partially standing outside of the truck. 

You could barely make out his features in the dim overhead light of the truck, but you could notice how his eyes were a deeper shade of blue than earlier. His face was flushed, his shaggy mullet was even messier from the presence of your hands, and he was wearing a shit-eating grin that looked absolutely devious, but you could’ve sworn you’d never seen anything more attractive and enticing in your life.

“G-Go ahead…”

From that point forward, any nights off you both shared were spent in either his bed, the backseat of your car, or the bed of his truck. You remembered recalling the first two weeks to Marjorine after finally deciding that things were stable enough to share with at least your best friend.

You didn’t notice that she was about to take a sip of her can of soda when you casually stated “Kenny and I are like…seeing each other…well, if fucking counts as seeing each other.” Marjorine promptly started coughing, the bright green can of Mountain Dew coming back to the carpet of her floor as she tried to regain her composure. 

“Excuse me, what?”

Despite the harsh way that you would describe your encounters with the blonde, the affairs themselves were anything but. Kenny was nothing but a gentleman to you, always asking if you were alright, taking care of you afterwards, and only getting rougher with your permission. Even then, he’d talk you through it, ensuring you felt safe and comfortable no matter what. It didn’t take too long into your “relationship” for the crush you’d been harboring for years to evolve into full feelings.

Your kisses became more passionate and more frequent. Your touches became more forward and increased in frequency as well. As far as you could tell, Kenny was eating it up and taking it all in and there was no doubt in your mind that he absolutely felt the same. After consulting with Marjorine one night, you decided to finally ask Kenny the burning question.

“What are we?”

You didn’t expect the question to hang in the air the way that it did. You were sitting up in your bed, knees pulled into your chest wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of panties. Kenny was redressing himself after Cartman disrupted the nap you two had been taking by blowing up his phone, asking him to help him with some ridiculous scheme since Marjorine wasn’t answering her phone.

He turned back to you looking like a deer in the headlights. “What do you mean?” he asked as if the question wasn’t clear cut as is. You let out a mild sigh of frustration. Kenny wasn’t stupid by any means. Despite the rumors, you’d see his grades when he’d log on and check them and he was able to hack into just about any video game to make mods to fit any desire he may have during gameplay. 

“Are we like…together, or?”

“Like…dating?” He was buttoning up the tacky orange Hawaiian shirt he’d been wearing, completely missing a button, obviously jarred by this conversation.

“I mean, yeah.” It came out like a question when it was definitely a statement. 

He leaned against your dresser, sliding on his slip on Vans, “I mean…I don’t know.” He shrugged, “We do like…everything couples do…but I hadn’t put much thought into it.”

“You haven’t put much thought into it?” You repeated, dumbfounded at this response. He’d started saying something else, but it sounded like white noise to your ears and you quickly cut him off, “You’ve had a month and a half of spending many nights a week balls deep in me and you haven’t taken a single second to think ‘Hey, would I actually like to date this person or am I just wasting both of our time and fucking them until something better comes along?’”

Kenny really looked shocked now. Somewhere in your rant, he’d started re-buttoning his shirt, but he stopped midway when you started talking and was now looking at you with both sides of the shirt in his hand and his eyes blown wide in shock. He finally let go of the shirt to run his hands over his face.

“Y/N…”

“Kenny, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“What…like…I just…I don’t know and Marj has been asking me the same thing and like…I haven’t even told anyone, if I'm honest.”

“Kenny what the fuck!?” Your voice was getting louder, “Why am I some secret of yours? Is it so you can go around and fuck other girls like you’d been doing? I told you, I”m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Oh my god…” He groaned, throwing his head back, “Listen, it’s not like that. I just…I don’t know. That’s it. I don’t know.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, “Just get out, Kenny.”

“But…”

“Go.”

He shrugged and let out a sigh, “Okay…fine. See you around.”

As soon as you could hear the tell-tale aged, loud roar of his truck’s engine, you dissolved into tears. You pulled his shirt over your head and threw it at the wall, burying yourself under your covers as your tears turned into full sobs. How could you have been so stupid? Everything you’d ever heard about him was true and Marjorine was right. You deserved better than him.

Weeks had passed since your breakup, if you could even call it that, with Kenny. You hadn’t spoken to him since and made sure to avoid him at all costs. You were not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’d hurt you.

 It was now nearing the middle of August and the now-annual college send-off party at Tegridy Farms was rolling around signaling the end of summer and the parting of ways of all of your childhood friends that happened at this time of year.

“I still don’t want to go.” You said plainly, looking at your reflection in the mirror that hung from your bedroom door.

“It’s a tradition, Y/N and we always have fun! Remember last year when Mr. Marsh got on the karaoke machine and started singing Nicki Minaj and blacked out and broke the coffee table right before the best part of the song?” Marjorine stated, touching up her black eyeliner.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a good spot to people watch. Maybe Clyde will get shitfaced again and end up screaming and crying for Bebe to take him back and then throw up in the yard, still crying.” You chuckled.

“See, that just makes me sad. He loves her so much and she just uses that boy whenever she wants something because he’s got money.” Marjorine glanced over at you, “Clyde’s got man written by a woman energy.”

You chuckled, “Marj, just because he’s kinda got a dad bod at 20, is sensitive, and is a male Swiftie doesn’t mean that he’s written by a woman. He killed his mom because he wouldn’t put the toilet seat down. That’s giving Mojo Dojo Casa House.”

“Ken was written by a woman, though!”

Not realizing she was following up your reference, you scoffed, “Oh, he most definitely is not. He’s written by some middle aged man that thinks shock value and sex jokes are still funny at their big-old-age.” 

“No, he’s not! Ken is just a himbo! He…” She paused and then realized what you’d said, “Oh…oh hamburgers…not the same Ken. I’m sorry.”

You realize what you’d said too, “My bad. I just…whew…I had a whole response to that. I’m so sorry, Marj.”

“It’s fine…and I agree. All of the broship were written by men of different ages…except Kyle…”

You stopped applying mascara to think about what she’d said and then nodded, “Sheila Brovlofski is the greatest author of our generation.”

The music was already blaring from inside when you pulled up to Tegridgy farms. Once you got out of your car, you could already smell the weed pouring outside. Typical party at Tegridgy. You reached into the pocket of your denim jacket and pulled out your vape, taking a few hits to calm your nerves. You knew, without a doubt, that you’d be running into Kenny tonight, and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

As you both approached the door, you knew you had to make up your mind sooner rather than later as to how you were going to handle this. In true fight, flight, or freeze nature, you could either avoid him at all costs, turn away and ignore him if he approaches you, or just freeze up and end up talking to him like nothing was wrong…and at this point, there was no telling as to what you’d choose.

You walked inside with your hands in your pockets, looking around to scope out the general area. There was a makeshift dance floor where multiple of your peers were either dancing or standing around, two tables of beer pong, and then the kitchen where the counters were littered with various alcohol bottles and almost artistic looking bongs.

You headed over to the counter and took a hold of the ingredients to make one of the only drinks you could confidently make for yourself: a tequila sunrise. You made yourself a double and Marjorine a single and handed it to her. “Aw, shucks, I really shouldn’t…you know how much of a light weight I am.” she said, staring into the cup, “Last time was bad…”

You chuckled, “It wasn’t that bad. You just called Eric sexy in front of a bunch of people which isn’t necessarily like…morally wrong or bad…just questionable and objectively incorrect.” You took a large sip of your drink, trying to get the alcohol to kick in as quickly as possible in case of an inevitable emergency and to drown the still lingering sorrows from that day in your bedroom.

Within the first hour of being there, you’d drank the double tequila sunrise you’d made for yourself, taken an old fashioned that Tolkien was preparing for multiple people, and had been consistently refilling your red cup with the jungle juice someone (Kenny) had prepared and put into several empty milk cartons of all things. Now, you were currently positioned at a bright green and black bong, taking a hit before passing it to one of the goth kids. Michael? Pete? Did it really matter? No, as long as it wasn’t Kenny.

You got up, fully preparing to just stride out of the kitchen and go find Marjorine but found out oh too quickly that you were too inebriated to stand up that quickly. You stumbled, vision a little blurry and your entire body feeling fuzzy.

“You okay?” The goth kid got up and leaned against his cane, extending his hand to you.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m so good. I’m great, actually.” You blew him off, grabbing your cup and taking another sip as you stumbled off towards the living room where the couches and dance floor were. You flopped down on the couch next to a boy you were actually quite familiar with. His shaggy, dark hair was peeking out of his blue and yellow chullo and he was cutting his eyes over at you almost cautiously, as if he were afraid of you doing something.

“Hey Craig!” You slurred, leaning over onto him.

“Hey, Y/N.” His voice was as monotone as ever and he kept looking around and then over at you.

“Where’s Tweek?” You asked, reaching up to play with the side of his chullo as you put your legs into his lap. The brunette took a deep breath to gain his composure, “He got a little anxious so he’s outside smoking with Bebe. Do you need something?”

“Nuh uh…I'm so good!” You said, inching closer to him.

“Uh huh…sure you are.” His eyes stayed forward despite your close proximity to his face.

“You’re so hot, you know that right?” You said.

He fully turned to you, face burning red, riddled with shock. He was about to respond, when all of a sudden a flash of an orange hoodie dropped down on the arm of the couch next to him.

“Craig Tucker, what’s up, dude?”

“Ugh, not this guy.” Your tone shifted and your lack of filter continued.

“I know…you’re mad at me, sweetheart…but I promise, you’re going to be madder at yourself in the morning.” he laughed and then looked at Craig, “Swap with me.”

Craig muttered something. You only caught, “Good luck” as he got up and reached into his pocket, taking out a box of cigarettes as he headed towards the back porch.

“Get away from me.”

“I'm not trying anything. I’m just trying to keep you safe, because you’re kinda getting messy. I’ve been there, done that…and I just don’t want you to end up trying to fuck Cartman too.”

“I wasn’t trying to fuck, Craig! You’re such a fucking idiot!”

“Babe, relax. I was talking about Marj…New Years Eve.” He leaned his head back on the back of the couch, looking over at you. You could tell that despite his ability to hold a consistent conversation, his eyes were bloodshot. He’d most likely been smoking.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone turning more serious and soft.

“I”m fine.” You took your phone out of your pocket and attempted to unlock it, or so you thought, until Kenny reached over and snatched the phone away, pressing some buttons before sliding it in his pocket.

“Hey, give that back!”

“Babygirl, you were about to summon the pigs. Randy would’ve shit his pants.” he chuckled, “Pretty sure that’s a dead giveaway that you’re not okay.”

“This is a weed farm, not like an actual farm. There’s no pigs.”

Kenny laughed rather loudly, “You are absolutely right, baby. That it is. Thanks to me.”

“Stop calling me that.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, “And give me my fucking phone back!”

He shook his head, “Can’t do that…either of those things, actually.”

“Fine.” You stood up and walked off. It must’ve taken Kenny a moment to process, because you got a little bit of a head start before he caught up with you in a hallway, where you stumbled slightly and then ended up leaning against the wall. 

You were dizzy and your body felt both light and heavy all at once. You wrapped your arms around yourself, craving some kind of pressure. You started to slide down the wall when you felt someone’s hand on your arm, following you down until you were both on the floor with whoever it was’ arms wrapped around you giving you the physical touch you’d been desiring.

“I’ve got you. You’re fine.”

You groaned. Of course, it was Kenny. You wanted to pull away, but instead you flopped over onto him, laying your head on his shoulder. He gently trailed his fingers down your bare arm, your jacket long since missing in the chaos of the party. 

“You just sleepy or do you feel like you’re going to be sick or something?” he asked softly. You shook your head, “No. Where’s my fucking vape?”

Kenny chuckled lowly, “I don’t know, babe. Did you bring it in with you?”

You nodded, wrapping an arm around his middle, “My jacket.”

“You’re not wearing a jacket.”

“I am.”

“You definitely aren’t. You’re wearing a sparkly pink dress.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder, “See, no jacket.”

You let out a whimper of disgust before Kenny reached into his pocket and handed you a hunter green colored vape pen, “It’s not your peach mango whatever the fuck that shit you smoke is, but…”

“Ugh, it’s menthol. Just give it to me.”

“How’d you remember that?” 

You shrugged and took a long hit, holding it for a moment before exhaling. You handed the pen back to him and watched as several people walked by, barely missing stepping on you or tripping over your feet. Kenny took notice of this and started to stand, helping you up along the way.

“No, I wanna sit.” You slurred, shaking your head.

“Why don’t we go home…” He said, “My parents are out for the night doing fuck knows what and Karen’s at her friend’s. It’ll just be us and you can get some sleep.”

When you were back on your feet, you shook your head, “No…I'm not sleeping with you. Not again, not after all that shit.” 

“No, no, no…not like that. I wouldn’t do that. I meant like…actually sleep.” He corrected himself, putting an arm around your waist as he started subtly leading you towards the door.

“Stop…why are you holding me? You don’t even like me!” You were starting to get louder as you spoke and Kenny looked at you with concern. He tightened his grip on you as you walked down the steps and headed towards his truck, hoping you wouldn’t fall.

“I do like you! I wouldn’t be helping you if I didn’t.”

“No, like…like me, like me…you dont like me.”

“Y/N…”

“Just shut up, Kenny.” You opened his truck door and flopped yourself in, slamming the door haphazardly behind you. Kenny pinched the bridge of his nose before walking to the other side of the truck, getting in and starting the engine. He leaned over and buckled you in and then took off his hoodie, leaving him in a white wife beater. He folded it up and then nudged you gently.

“Sit up.”

You moved a little away from your position of leaning up against the window long enough for him to slide the hoodie under your head. However, as soon as he positioned it, you sat up and pulled it down. You unbuckled your seatbelt and threw the hoodie onto your body. 

You heard Kenny mutter some curse words as he stopped backing out of the spot he was parked in to reach over and buckle you back into the seat with a sigh. You were about halfway to Kenny’s house when you felt your chest tighten. At first, you thought you were going to throw up. You were about to reach over and get Kenny’s attention so that he could pull over when you realized what was truly building inside of you and you broke down in tears.

Your head went into your hands as you sobbed. “What the…” Kenny spoke under his breath, turning his attention from the road to you briefly, reaching over to put his hand on your back, rubbing small circles.

“Hey…no…shhh…what’s got you so upset, babygirl?” he asked.

“Stop it!” You sobbed, reaching behind you to swat his hand away, “Stop saying that. Stop touching me. You don’t love me, so stop it!”

Kenny was silent momentarily, “What’s gotten into you? Like, I know we haven’t seen each other since that day in your room…and that’s my fault. I should’ve like…reached out or something, but I thought you hated me and…I promise. I fucking promise…I didn’t mean for it to come out the way that it did.”

“How else could it come out?” You cried, “You basically admitted that you didn’t want to be in a relationship with me and only wanted to fuck me even though I wanted to be with you and then you told me that you hadn’t told anyone about us probably because you wanted to fuck every girl you could this summer before they all packed it up and went back to college. That’s fucking ridiculous, Kenny. I thought the whole ‘McWhoremick” thing was like…a joke or like…the way your friends shit on you, but Jesus Christ.”

“I hadn’t told anyone because I didn’t know what we were and like…I knew that I liked you, but I didn’t know what else to do about it because Marj had told me so many times that you could do better and like…especially after that fight in your room…I knew you could do better so I just…tried to let you find that better? I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

“You never know! That’s the problem! How do you not know? You either love me or you don’t!”

“I just…”

You scoffed, “I love you! I love you. Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

He was silent for ages, only saying something about how you were drunk a mere seconds after your confession. You didn’t know at what point you’d pulled into Kenny’s driveway, but as soon as you registered where you were, you got out of the car and tried to storm towards the door, but stumbled, falling to your knees on the pavement. The sting of the scrape only added to your tears. You reached up and wiped your eyes, your crying becoming quieter as you were lifted to your feet by the boy who pulled you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Let's get you inside. We’ll clean your knees up…and wash your makeup off…and get you some water…and you can lay down.”

And that’s exactly what he did for you. You walked in and almost immediately collapsed onto his bed. He took this opportunity to clean your scraped knees and then got you up into a sitting position and helped you change into his hoodie and a spare pair of his boxers. You were half-asleep by the time that he took a makeup wipe to your face and started wiping the messy makeup off of your features. 

Lastly, Kenny got you situated in his bed, pulling the covers up and kissing your forehead. “I’m right here on the floor if you need anything. Popcorn bowl is on the floor. Water bottle is right next to it. Please, wake me up if you need me. I’ll be fine.”

You nodded in agreement, but then spoke up, “Can you stay with me?”

“Huh?” he asked, looking up at you from where he was sitting on the floor.

“Please sleep with me…” You said, reaching out towards him.

He chuckled, “You sure?”

You nodded again and scooted over to make room for him. He slid into the bedsheets and carefully positioned himself next to you, allowing you to move over and lay with your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

The next few hours were littered with infrequent bouts of sleep mixed with burying your face into the popcorn bowl as your stomach purged itself of the alcohol that remained in your system, running to the bathroom on the few chances you felt you could make it, crying, and drinking water. The entire time, Kenny held you, held your hair back, and wiped your face with a cool washcloth. 

By the time you woke up the next day around 1PM, you were still exhausted, not feeling well, and fairly lost in regards to the events of last night. You just knew that you woke up with Kenny wrapped around you and you were in his hoodie and boxers and you prayed to whatever higher power may be out there that you hadn’t fucked him again.

You sat up and ran a hand through your hair, looking around until your eyes fell on your charging phone laying on the ground. You picked it up and saw two texts from Marjorine on top.

She’ll be okay.

Hehehe I knew it ;)

“What?” you whispered, unlocking your phone. You went straight to Marjorine’s text thread. Under your last response to her, a “kk!” from when she arrived at your house before the party, there was a longish thread of messages that clearly went between her and Kenny.

Where are you? I’ve been looking for you for an hour! Are you okay?

Hey, Marj. Thanks for giving me her passcode. My phone died right after I called you and I put her phone on the charger in my room. I can charge mine when she wakes up.

Is she okay? Omg.

Yeah, just going back between screaming, crying, and throwing up…literally. At least she started that once we’d already left or it would’ve been real bad. 

Bless her heart! What’d you say to get her so upset?

It wasn’t me! Damn. She just got upset…about us…and then screamed at me that she loved me.

And you said?

Nothing. She was drunk. 

Drunk words are sober thoughts. ;)

So, you think Cartman is sexy, huh?

Oh my goddddd stop. That isn’t true and this isn’t about me. What do you think of her?

I…might’ve realized I fucked up literally the night we had that fight…and I haven’t known what to do about it…so…I just…loved her in secret and accepted that she deserved better. I’m just worried she’s going to wake up and like…regret saying all of this and like trying to have this conversation with me again.

She’ll be okay.

Hehehe I knew it ;)

Your chest felt full and tight all at the same time and your eyes soon fell upon the sleeping blonde, who was still wrapped around you despite you sitting upright at this point. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair gently. A few passes through his blonde locks and he stirred, looking up at you.

“Morning, beautiful.” he spoke groggily, “You okay?”

You nodded, “Just tired…”

“Mm…come lay back down then. Let's go back to bed.”

It was your turn to smirk over at him, “You love me, huh?”

“What?”

You pulled up the texts again, showing him and then reading his own words to him verbatim, “So…I just…loved her in secret and accepted that she deserved better.”

“Hey, that’s a private conversation!” he laughed.

“On my phone…” You retorted.

“Yeah!”

“So, do you love me?” You moved back down to laying next to him, turned on your side, propped up on your elbow. He blushed, lips curving back up into his famous devious grin.

“Ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

“I think I've heard worse.”

With a giggle and a kiss to his lips, your relationship with Kenny transitioned just as the seasons outside had started to move from the bright colors of an otherwise dark summer for you to the warm, comforts of fall…all starting and ending in that beat-up pickup. 

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

[raviollies]

nightmare, pain, secret, and wound for blythe, raha, and lorelai, please!!! (for the not-so-nice OC asks)

Here they are! Enjoy :)

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

Blythe very much has long standing melancholy over the fact that unlike Raha, she is eternal. She is not mortal, and one day he will fade away, and she will remain. She wonders if she will become a Hag at that point, if she will give in to the loss and turn to the Faewild to be with those as unchanging as herself. Raha is her first and only love, so the concept of losing him is a horror she doesn't want to consider.

Raha fears losing the party members, as they are his only friends. He doesn't enjoy being in cities, interacting with others and his only connection to people is the party. Without them, he genuinely wouldn't quite know what he is living for even.

Lorelai fears losing control and attacking others in a blood frenzy, in hunger, consuming her (similar to Raha) only friends, to commit her cardinal sin once more. She wouldn't know what to do with herself, and probably wish to embrace the sun.

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

BLYTHE IS A BABY - She does not have high pain tolerance at all. She rarely gets hurt and even the small injuries she tends to get whiny about. She also does not do a lot of physical manual labour, so even with small injuries she will dramatically toss her hand over her head and proclaim someone else must carry her things.

Raha has high pain tolerance as he is quite used to being injured with his numerous scars from his contracts. He tends to downplay his injuries and not voice any complains often leading to others having to forcibly sit his ass down and patch him up (That's what happens when you're traveling alone for about 150 years)

Lorelai actually almost doesn't feel any pain at all. The only things that can make her feel pain is holy magic or the sun (The only time she has gotten injured over the course of the campaign is when Eirwen accidently splashed holy water over her hands, which took a while to heal as Vampire regeneration is much slower when it comes to such forces). So I guess she has very high pain tolerance? If that counts?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

Blythe has very rarely gotten physically hurt, usually limited to just small wounds that she heals with magic right away. I wouldn't say she has many emotional/mental wounds outside of Theta - she very rarely holds any care for people outside of the few that she cares for, and they have not

Raha is very much covered in scars, majority of them inflicted by monsters he's hunted through out the years, but the very first scars he got was when he was a child and his village was raided and subsequently destroyed. That is where he got his face scar and signature ear nic, was from that event, when he got trapped under a collapsed building when it collapsed during the raid.

Emotionally, the razing of the village was only the start, and the distrust and rejection from the Elves from a different village that took in the refugees, arguably deeper scars, as it left him feeling isolated and lacking any feelings of belonging to a community. After that he avoided not just humans and elves, finding no kinship with either. Neither elf, nor human.

Lorelai is haunted by her rebirth as a vampire, both physically and mentally. As I mentioned, she was turned into a spawn by her father, which does mean she has a permanent scar on her neck, and had killed him when she became a full blooded vampire. The wound on her neck remains a permanent reminder, and is the oldest and only

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

Blythe is a big fan of bad erotic novels (think booktok.)

Raha has a thing for stockings and heels.

Lorelai doesn't think Tarrasques exist.

[starchildrenofdustand-ashes]

Cabaret at TheKit Kat Club Experience !!

So, I saw Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club at the Playhouse theatre on November 15 (11/15/2023) with Nic Myers as Sally and Jake Shears as Emcee.

Below the cut is where spoilers start lol: honestly the whole thing is super secretive- from the stage to the venue itself. So if you ever plan on seeing it live or have the opportunity to do so, you have been warned!

When you walk into the theatre there’s this awesome:

You will see before you descend the stairs; at the bottom of the stairs, they put a sticker on your phone :)

You’ll continue walking down the hall where the walls are white and covered with pictures all over of the actors past and present.

You probably pass some of the actors who are milling about, chatting, flirting, dancing playing instruments.

I was in the first row of the upper dress circle and god it’s tight up there. Definitely wish I’d payed a bit extra to be on the floor and to at least have room 😖

Also note; I don’t talk about Herr Schultz and Frauline Schneiderall that much in these notes, but that’s because their scenes are so sweet and straight forward. These two give you the Schneider and Schultz you’ve seen and you know you love; there’s nothing outlandish or left field that happens with these two like some of the choices with Sally and Emcee. The same can be said for Ernst and Cliff. Nothing wild has been changed with their characters. In fact, most of this will probably be me trying to decode the strange new take on the Emcee and The Kit Kat Club. Anyway! Here are my thoughts and stuff that stuck out to me!

(Also if you’ve seen this production with Eddie Redmayne or have listened to it and have a hypothesis— he makes this strange sound like he’s spitting? In a lot of the songs- I thought it maybe part of the orchestration, but I didn’t notice it with Jake Shears and chalked it up to Eddies character choices. So if you know what the sound is or can give me staging It would soothe my brain)

Willkomenn:

🍷 in Willkomenn, when the Emcee does his whole “comment ca va?, do you feel good” speil he paused after every time, as if to test what language the audience would respond to

🍷 He kept the “do you feel good- yeah I bet you do 😏” line even tho it wasn’t on the revival album🥹

🍷The way to tell Victor and Bobby apart is to lift their arm and stick your face in their armpits and take a big wiff. Bobby did not want his armpits sniffed and Emcee had to beg him

🍷 Bro I love Hermann; he was so stoic and dead inside- he just stood there and did the most basic version of what everyone was doing. He was also fully clothed lol

🍷When they sing the whisper verse, they were all posing in various positions and the Emcee crawled between their legs

Don’t Tell Mama:

🎀 When sally screams at the beginning, she was lying on her back throwing a tantrum

🎀 The Emcee is on stage for the final verse and he acts as Sally’s brother: when sally says the line, “if he squeals on me i squeal on him” they squeezed each others nipples

Perfectly Marvelous

💚When Cliff and Ernst are talking and Sally barges in, she’s wearing her coat, a beige and orange scarf, funky sunglasses and carrying a ton of luggage

💚at the end of Perfectly Marvelous, when Cliff says “besides I’ve only got one narrow bed,” the Emcee rises out of the circle in the center of the platform wearing the exact same thing as Sally: the coat the scarf and the glasses. Two Kit Kat Girls come up the same platform in a suitcase that looks just like the one Sally was carrying

💚 Nic Myers didn’t do an American accent

Two Ladies

👯‍♀️ The KitKatGirl who “makes thebed” puts on a hardware belt and does explicit things with a hammer while the other has a spatula. Or a whisk ,, The One That “Does The Cooking” goes behind Emcee and uses the whisk to “thrust” into him and when he says daily bread, she pulls out a baguette, she also fills out a whip lmao

👯‍♀️ During the instrumental break all the other Kit Kat Members come up through the stage wearing explicit things and doing explicit things to each other. The one that stood out the most to me was Helga jacking off to a copy of Mein Kampf— it was super chaotic and I don’t remember details

It Couldnt Please Me More:

🍍More often than not the sailor Kost was fucking was either Bobby or Hans- even referring to the former as such. Also, they refer to her as Fritzie explicitly so it’s cannon that Kost=Fritzie and not just an actress double casted.

🍍Before Kost runs into Schneider after letting Bobby out, Schultz is leaving Schneiders room and accidentally is trying to out her robe on instead of his jacket

Tomorrow Belongs to Me

* So Emcee comes on stage holding a box and is dressed in a robe and only a wig cap

* One by one, the member of the Kit Kat Klub put these dolls that are wearing brown suits with Blonde hair on the stage. They are standing militanty. very much providing Nazi imagery

* During the song, the figures go around the turn table while emcee is singing

* At the end of the song when he says the last line, he pulls out a blond wig and holds it in the spotlight

Money:

💸Money was the song I was most excited for because of the images I’d seen of the skeleton costume. I had a hard time figuring out why the skeleton, but it was cool nonetheless.

💸 the Emcee rises out of the middle of the floor, his clawed hands reaching out first.

💸 I watched Emcee legit drool on the stage (Groffsauce in Hamilton vibes) he was spitting those lines out so hard

💸 I don’t know how to interpret the staging of the song, the real star of the scene is the costumes, but I took it as the Emcee represented money? Everywhere he went the KitKat Girls followed, wailing and begging him and the surrounding audience for money.

TBTM (reprise )

* I mean. I feel like the staging for this song is always consistent and similar throughout all shows; the individuals singing with Cliff, Sally, Schultz and Sneider standing somberly. The emcee is usually eerily looking on and depending on the show is seemingly jubilant or looking wistful.

* In this, the Emcee rises out of the middle of the turn table wearing his outfit from money. He has a conductors stick and begins conducting them with a smile on his face.

* My sister said the Emcee is “If Art The Clown could talk” and Yeah, that’s pretty accurate. He goes form being the raunchy Emcee we’ve all come to love- I think the Emcee, no matter who plays him is kinda creepy, so the creepiness didn’t seem unusual- to an evil nazi

* But when we see him in money and onwards, he’s definitely giving Killer Clown- she was right, Art the Clown from Terrifier.

* The Art The Clown juxtaposition to when he appears bare faced during some songs was super interesting. It really feels like the idea of “The Nazi’s weren’t demons, they were people who did things we thought demons were only capable of,” and that’s what makes it terrifying. The clowning character is seen praising nazis and cheerfully conducting their songs- he really does seem like a force of evil that’s simply from hell. But then he talks off his makeup in the coming scenes and you’re reminding- he’s just a human who behaves like a demon and that’s terrifying-. Idk if I’m doing the best at explaining my analysis of this, but that’s what I was getting

Kickline

💃🏾The kickline is lively and the members of the Club are trying to hype up the audience before getting into formation

💃🏾They were all wearing red party hats so when the emcee comes on in his red Pierrot clown get up, he has the longest, pointed and most menacing looking hat.

💃🏾he also has a gun? Thing? He shoots a Nazi flag out of it

💃🏾 The Members of the club form a hakenkreuz shape around Emcee and he hand the flag to Bobby and they march off.

Married (reprise)

🧱 the scene before Married Sneider and Schultz are talking about the engagement. Emcee is slinking around the stage and he has something in his hands wrapped in a napkin. His movements remind me of a mime, or as Chelsea says, Art The Clown, the facial expressions with overdramatized emotion and fluidity

🧱 he slinks between Schultz’s and Sneider with a smile on his face and suddenly there’s a loud ass crash that makes- I shit you not- the entire theatre jump. The lights black out. When they rise back on, there is white confetti floating downward, to represent the broken glass

If You Could See Her

🦍Usually, the gorilla in this is dressed up and it looks more cartoonish, but to, this was just a straight up gorilla- (A really good costume) with absolutely no elements of humanity. No clothes, no slightly upturned mouth, no walking on two legs and absolutely no understand what was going on.

🦍The Emcee would address the Gorilla as if she was human, but she would only respond in an animalistic way like scratching her ass, sniffing Emcees ass or flat out ignoring him and doing her own thing.

🦍 The Emcee seemed to be back at his usually self- joking and less like a demonic force - he’s clowning and making the audience laugh and there’s the Jewish line at the end of the song (which?? I was kind of disappointed by. It didn’t give me shivers and I felt it was a bit rushed.) also people laughed, but it could’ve been a “I laugh at funerals bc it’s awkward,” and not because they actually found the situation funny. My sister hypothesized simple confusion for people who had no idea what was going on. I will agree that some of the Emcees choices are strange if you don’t know the plot/ haven’t read up on this revival before hand.

I Don’t Care Much:

🎙️ Next time Emcee is on stage he is wearing a brown suit and a blonde wig, no makeup on his face- he very much resembles the dolls that were placed on stage during TBTM

🎙️I don’t care much occurs after Sally and Cliff have an argument as usual. But after Cliff leaves Sally is getting dressed. She is putting on the same jacket and pants the Emcee is wearing

🎙️during the song the emcee is doing some weird puppet thing behind her and she’s mirroring the moves she’s doing. it was an interesting choice during this song, but I think it’s been my least favorite change. It was like she was on strings and he was controlling her. I guess it provided a good visual for the notion that the Emcee isn’t a person, rather a representation of the deteriorating culture of the the city as a whole.

🎙️ This song is good at humanizing the Emcee, especially in Alan Cummings revival; smeared makeup, track marks, slurred worlds and stilted motions. It really paints a picture of a human at the end of their rope. In this version it just solidifies that the emcee is the city of Berlin and the evils that are taking over (Which, goes in direct opposition to my previous theory on his costumes providing human- demon Nazi images but whatever I dont have the brain power to think harder about it)

🎙️ After this song Cliff gets beat up by Ernst. After the tussle, the nazi thugs are actually the members of the Kit Kat club, they are wearing the same coat as Sally and the Emcee. They finish Cliff off and take his coat away

Cabaret

🍷I mean. Damn. There’s not much to say here. Outstanding performance. Like there are performances from different actors on YouTube so you could watch those to see the blocking because it’s pretty much the same.

🍷 Nic Myers did an amazing job, I got full body chills

🍷 one critique I’ve heard is that it’s over directed and this song is the perfect example of it. As an actor and a director, I understand both sides,; I don’t see much individuality between the actors on YouTube vs Nic Myers because the staging is so specific. I will say, through my opera glasses, the emotion painted in her face couldn’t be replicated and I think that’s really where the nuances will lie- in their faces.

Finale

📸 The Emcee is back on the stage, in the same position as Willkomenn- it’s like this weird pose with his arms and legs bent (you can watch the Willkomenn performance in gram nortons show,, that’s the pose I’m talking about ((I’ve heard people say it’s supposed to look like a hakenkreuz ))the only difference is now he’s in his brown outfit with his blonde hair. Super eerie.

📸 All the characters are standing on the turn table and the Kit Kat Members are on the outer circle of the turn table wearing the same beige suit the emcee has on. The other characters are all wearing brown and there’s an eerie sense of uniformity.

📸 Then there’s the long ass drum roll as they continue to turn before the lights blackout.

[mumblingsage]

Book Pitch Draft under the cut!

My gratitude will be immortal (and I can show it in concrete ways like offering feedback on your own 250-words-or-so of writing, if you wish) to anyone who gives this a read and lets me know what works or doesn't.

In fact, if you start skimming and lose interest, just letting me know the line where you stopped can be helpful.

Pitch for Something More Than Honor: Book One of Ransomed

(revised June 12)

After two years as a prisoner of war, Konstantin Eadinford returns to a barony impoverished by raising a ransom he isn’t worth. He struggles to take up his responsibilities as his father's heir, dishonored by an escape attempt and carrying a heart gone rotten with betrayal. He can never share it with Catilyn, his wife by an arranged marriage. Wary of what’s expected of her, yet intrigued by what she calls Konstantin’s charm, she approaches only so close. Meanwhile Konstantin can barely stand to look at Cat after trying to keep her apart from all he did and felt while captive at Ausric. Then there’s Nicolas Miller, a man from the village who isn’t afraid to tell the future baron what he thinks of him. Who in his honesty and anger and wit burns brighter than any friend Konstantin’s ever had. Who has kept his own secrets, and is used to being kept one. Who, like Cat, comes to care for and long for Konstantin in a way no one ever would if they understood what he truly is. When wounds from the past threaten the small peace they’ve built, Cat turns to Nic. Their friendship creates a bond that might hold everything together. The three of them might find something beyond unspoken pain and dishonor, something that will bring each one home—and make it a home better than they’ve ever known before.

If you read through the end, yay ;D. And if you're intrigued, I *am* seeking beta readers, though I'm only about 16% of the way through the current edit/draft.

[You can contact me through Ask or via email at tc dot mill at yahoo dot com]

If you're almost intrigued but feel the pitch needs to address something before you'd buy in, I'd also like to know. There are things I'm not sure I'm conveying, and I need to write a tropey logline to summarize at the end, but that's still in the works. "F/M/M hurt-comfort," wounded hero, BBW if that's still a thing? Cat's a gorgeous fat woman. And yes, it's a duology, about 250k words total or 125k words per book. So "slow burn,", especially to the first book; by the second, the romance and sex are definitely happening and happening some more.

Content warnings: The story includes physical, emotional, and sexual abuse and takes place in the kind of culture that enables such things, namely one that's violent, misogynistic, homophobic, and ableist. A lot is implied and some is explicit; even when not explicit, it informs how the characters act and respond in a way that makes the content not "skippable" (to make abuse and its consequences skippable would go against the point, really). I think it might go without saying but none of the protagonists are abusive.

Tone-wise, as you can guess it's not a romcom, but there are lighthearted parts, there's even fluff, there's hope, and a happy ending is earned.

Whew! Okay. Think I can post this now.

[kai-anderson-whore]

He's a cult leader (part 7) (kai Anderson x fem reader)

Summary:y/n moved back to Michigan after her college degree in music where she reunites with an old lover kai Anderson

Chapter warnings: planning of a murder and terror to ally, apart from that it's mostly fluff we get soft kai today 😊🥰

Part 6 here

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As the weeks progressed kai was a step closer to winning, it was one of the last meetings before everyone finds out who wins, you sat on the chair of the room where the meeting was held as kai rambled on about the changes he will make.

You got dragged here for your support, which was listening to what he has to say then once that's over doing whatever we need to do to put the fear of God in Michigan which was killing people and tormenting ally Mayfair Richards, that's when Sally keffler announced that she will also be running for senator even thought it was a bit too late to do so.

You glanced at kai noticing his cool demeanour but you can tell in his eyes he was pissed, but you didn't care all you could think about was getting out here for a cigarette, as for you and kai, you kept telling yourself that it was over but by the end of every argument you both would have you'd end up in his bed again which made you give up on lying to yourself.

You would purposely tease him when the cult members were around, which led you both having sex upstairs whilst everyone was downstairs especially Meadow, knowing it would hurt her that it wasn't her up there getting railed by kai.

After the meeting you and kai went outside the rest of the cult that came following you both, you fished out your cigarette packet from your jacket, pulling out the stick placing it between your teeth, lighting it up taking a drag, Sighing at the relief it gave you.

Kai walked by yourside to the car, "we need to pay her a little visit" kai said fir only you two hear, "she's fucking up the whole plan" you replied getting in your car turning the engine on cigarette still in hand rolling your window down smoking while you drove.

The aux in your phone since the radio was boring, 'Sunday bloody Sunday' by u2 playing you sang along not paying attention to kai who was staring at you, his mind racing at how pretty you looked making plans about your future that you didn't know of.

"Sunday bloody sunday" you hummed along to the song your fingers tapping the steering wheel, "Hey pull over to the store for a minute" kai said, you nodded pulling over to the store, "what are you going in there for?" You asked.

"Just need to get a few things that's all" he said getting out the car and into the store, you pulled out your phone flicking through your playlist putting on 'when the stars go blue' the corrs and bono from u2 version, you sang along to the melody waiting for kai.

He finally walked out the store a bag with items inside, you wondered what he had bought as he entered your car, "What's in the bag" you asked intrigued on what he had purchased, "it's a secret" he said you smirked holding your pinky up.

"No I'm not doing pinky power" he said, "boring" you teased driving back to kai's house, once you had arrived you both got out the car locking it, kai was first to enter the house with the mystery bag in hand you followed locking the door behind you, "now can I know what's in the bag?" You asked the anticipation eating you up.

"Fine since your so impatient" kai sighed with a smile, "you have one cheek to talk" you replied with a joking scoff even though it was true you and kai are inpatient, he told you to close your eyes as he pulled each item out the bag, "okay open".

You opened your eyes to find sweets and treats from popcorn, chocolate, candy, potato chips, and face masks ect, "What's all this?" You asked scanning the products, "I've been an asshole to you and you've been by my side through everything when I was in the hospital and looked after your divine ruler so I wanted to treat you to a movie night like we used to do" he shrugged.

"Oh kai" you smiled kai never really did nice thing apart from your birthday that's the only time but that came with a cost, you wrapped your arms around his neck thanking him, "you better do a face mask with me" you said making kai chuckle "I'll think about it".

You didn't know what came over kai for him to be kind he wasn't kind not the way he used to be, you still love him, the good, the bad and the ugly you always cherish the moments with him even though you weren't back together now.

"We'll have a meeting early today then tonight is your night sound good?" He asked as you went to get a glass of water, "sounds great kai thank you" you smiled which kai returned, a genuine smile, it made your heart flutter that's one of the thing you love about him his smile it was rare to see it now.

A few hours later the rest of the cult came for the meeting, everyone gathered around, you stood by kai's side   going over the plan, "we kill Sally tomorrow night Meadow I need you to go to ally and pretend your going to be killed by us, and Meadow you baby sitting but when Meadow comes you flee" kai instructed as everyone listened.

You wanted this to be over with you felt excited for after the meeting to spend time with kai alone be normal for once,  you missed it like a lot of things you missed about kai.

After the meeting everyone left leaving you and kai to do what he had planned for you both, "will you do a face mask please kai you owe me it" you said with puppy eyes kai couldn't say no when you made those eyes at him, he always grew weak at the knees for you.

"Fine then" he chuckled you beamed grabbing the face masks and skin care products, also the treats, "put music on" you said your hands full with items.

"What song do you want on?" He asked flicking YouTube on the tv, "play johanna by Bobby mackie" you requested setting the products on the sofa pulling the table closer to you both setting everything on it.

The song played the guitar riff at the start before going on to an acoustic guitar, "where did you here this?" Kai asked.

"There's actually a cool backstory behind the song" you started, "so the singer bobby mackie owns this place names after him and it's actually haunted with all sorts of shit, and johanna is one of the spirits that haunt the place there's also a devil's portal I'm sure were back in the olden days the did rituals I saw it on ghost adventures" you ranted kai listened then scoffed.

"You don't believe that shit do you?" He asked you shrugged "I don't know but I think her story is so romeo and Juliet she was a real person I kinda want to visit there someday seems cool" you replied.

"It is a cool song I guess" he said as you opened the cleansing water pouring some on a cotton pad, "here wipe your face with that" you informed doing the same with your own.

"Now put the face mask on" you said giving him the sheet face mask, "why is it so cold" he shrieked making you laugh "because it helps with depuffing the face" you informed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this" kai chucked leaning his head back relaxing letting the face mask work it's magic you did the same, after munching on some candy.

"Well because you owe me and plus who doesn't want to spend time with me I'm awesome" you smirked making kai glance at you rolling his eyes, "guess your right" he replied.

"Anyway what's with all this there's a reason behind it- not that I'm complaining it makes a change from arguing then fucking" you asked, "well I want you back as my other half I know I've done what I did and I promised you but y/n I don't beg but right now I'm begging take me back" he said.

"Fine but on my terms, no more fucking Meadow or anyone else if we're together it's you and me" you stated kai nodded, "can I take this off now" he then asked making you giggle, "yes".

The next morning you woke up feeling kai's arm around you holding you close to him like you will slip away at any given moment, it made your heart flutter.

You felt soft lips on your shoulder from kai, "morning" you smiled turning to face him, "a very good morning" he smiled back his arm still draped over you, "you ready for tonigh?" He asked you just nodded still half asleep.

"Kai erm Meadow wants to talk to you she's downstairs" winter said the door was already open, you felt mad that she wants to talk to kai, even though it could purely be about the cult, "tell her I'll be down in a minute" he replied.

He let out a sigh turning back to you, "wanna come with?" He asked you nodded getting out the bed and downs in only one of his sweaters, kai in his grey sweatpants, Meadow was in the kitchen waiting on kai hoping it was just him.

"Meadow what can we do for you" you asked first one into the kitchen pouring yourself a coffee, "I wanted to speak to kai alone" she bitterly said, "whatever you need to say you can say it here" kai shrugged as you handed him a cup of coffee, he placed a lingering his on your lips his hand resting on your ass.

"Thank you" he mouthed taking a sip of the beverage, "I don't think the plan will work kai" she sighed you let out a scoff, "what do you mean it won't work of course it will your divine ruler thinks everything through" you said sitting on the island of the kitchen, "fine" she huffed leaving the house.

"She didn't come all the way over here just to say that" you said looking over at kai, "nah she didn't but she looked upset when I kissed you" he smirked moving closer to you, "really?" You giggled, "uh huh" kai placed a kiss on your lips only to turn into a heavy makeout session.

"I really do love you" he mumbled against your soft lips, "I love me too" you grinned teasing him, "Oh really then I guess I'll fuck the love back into you" he stated picking you up and on to the living room sofa.

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Trick and Treat

Pairing: Sam Abrams x Nic Blake

A/N: Happy Halloween!

Warning: brief depiction of nudity and sexual acts (not explicit but implied)

“Let’s do this last street and then we can go back home. She’s getting tired,” Nic told her husband, readjusting their daughter in her arms. Despite Joan’s drooping eyes she still managed to drum the side of her mother’s head with a glow stick they got from a particularly frugal neighbor a few houses down.

“You’d never be able to tell from the way she’s acting,” Sam replied, amused at Joan’s obsession with the glow stick. It was going to be impossible to get it away from her come bedtime.

“And whose fault is that?” Nic gave him a pointed look. “You let her have candy.”

“It was a few M&M’s. I finished off the bag.”

“Still, you’re on bedtime duty tonight.”

“Sam? Nic? It’s good to see you two,” a familiar voice said, and they looked back to see Natalie walking up behind them, her son holding onto her hand.

“Hey, Natalie. Owen, nice costume! Captain America is always a great choice,” Nic greeted.

“Thanks!” Owen gave a toothy grin.

“Sam, I didn’t expect to see you in a costume.” Natalie had a look of amusement on her face. “Are you supposed to be Doc Brown?”

“Frankenstein, actually,” Sam replied, thankful that the dull street light was able to hide his red face. The last thing he needed was people at work learning he wore a wig with his Halloween costume. Or that he dressed up.

“I'm the bride,” Nic added. “And Joanie here is our little monster.” She tickled Joan’s stomach and made the toddler giggle.

“Aw, a family costume. How cute.” Natalie grinned.

“Do you and Owen want to join us? We’re just going down this last street,” Nic offered.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude–” Natalie began, but Nic shook her head.

“I insist. It’ll be fun. Right, Sam?” Nic looked to her husband who sighed.

“As long as you promise not to tell anyone what you saw,” he said to Natalie.

“Your secret is safe with me,” she assured him. Sam gave a nod as a silent thanks and Nic gestured to the street filled with parents and children going door to door.

“Shall we?”

The group began walking down the street, Owen leading the charge excitedly. As they approached the first house, porch light on and decorated like a graveyard, Nic handed Joan to her husband. The toddler wasted no time smacking Sam in the face with the glow stick. Natalie and Nic both laughed.

“She really likes that glow stick huh?” Natalie asked as Owen followed Sam up to the house through the yard.

“Oh yeah.” Nic nodded. “She got it about three houses in and refuses to let it go.”

“At least it’ll keep her entertained.”

“I give it a few days. It reminds me of when she was obsessed with Sam’s work badge.”

“Is that he was late every day for a whole week?” Natalie asked.

“Yep. She refused to give it up every morning. I think it was her way of trying to keep him from leaving.”

“That’s so sweet. I have to say, since Joan was born Sam’s been a lot more mellow at work.”

“Mellow?” Nic snorted. “I never thought he’d be described as mellow.”

“Mom, look at the candy I got!” Owen shouted as he ran up to them with his bucket. Sam followed behind, Joan’s hand tugging at the crazy gray wig.

“Wow, that’s a nice one!” Natalie beamed as Owen showed her the full sized Hershey’s bar.

“Let’s get to the next house before Joan rips this thing off my head,” Sam said tiredly, gently pulling his daughter’s hand away from the wig.

“Trick an’ treat!” Joan shouted, holding the glow stick up above her head. “Trick treat!”

Walking a bit further down the street, Natalie and Nic stopped at the driveway of another house. This one was decorated like candy land. Not exactly scary, but the kids were delighted by it. Sam headed up the driveway with Owen and Joan, and Natalie looked at Nic.

“Is there a reason Sam is the one going up with Joan and not you? I just thought you’d be trading off.”

“Oh.” Nic shook her head. “I haven’t been trick or treating since I was about Joan’s age. Some jerk down the street from where I grew up thought it would be funny to scare a toddler. So I’ve sort of been scared ever since.”

“I had no idea.”

“It’s not something I really advertise. Besides, it’s always more fun handing stuff out to kids. And whatever’s left over we get.”

Natalie nodded. “Yeah, Sam did mention you guys were just going to leave a bowl on the porch with a note.”

“I doubt there’ll even be a bowl left.” Nic chuckled. “Where’s Will? I thought he’d be out here with you and Owen.”

“He’s working the graveyard shift.”

“Oof, Sam’s told me those on Halloween are the worst. He did everything he could to avoid it tonight.”

“Mommy!” Joan called out, giggling as she ran down the driveway towards her mother.

“Joanie, careful.” Nic scooped up the toddler as she reached her mother. She looked up at her husband as he approached with Owen. “What are you wearing?” Nic asked her husband.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied seriously, though trying to keep a smile from forming as he stopped in front of her, wearing a pair of plastic glasses with fake eyeballs dangling at the ends of springs.

“Oh my god.” Natalie laughed, then Owen appeared.

“I got some too!” He said excitedly, wearing the same glasses as Sam.

“Uh oh, one of us is going to have to change,” Sam joked. Nic and Natalie rolled their eyes in amusement before heading further down the street.

By the fifth house Joan had fallen asleep, head resting on her father’s shoulder as she drooled on the costume scientist coat. Sam and Nic bid Natalie and Owen a happy Halloween before quietly heading home.

The candy bowl was still there, along with the note. Nic grabbed it as they headed inside and Sam went up the stairs to put Joan to bed. When she was finally in bed, out of her costume and into pajamas, Sam headed towards the bedroom.

“I’m glad to finally get that damn wig off.” Sam walked into the bedroom, looking through the open door into the bathroom. Nic had changed into her night clothes and was in the process of brushing her teeth. “It itched like hell. Reminded me of when my brother brought home lice and gave it to the whole house,” he mumbled, peeling off the layers of costume.

Nic laughed through a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting it out. “You should’ve let me do your hair with that spray and some gel.”

“And risk residue staying in my hair and outing to my colleagues that I dressed up for Halloween? I’d rather die.”

“Either way, you look good with gray hair,” she teased. After rinsing her mouth out, she began to floss, and when she did she felt a pair of arms on her waist before she was pulled against Sam’s chest.

“Y’know, Halloween isn’t over yet. There’s still time for you to have a treat,” he whispered into her ear.

She hummed as she continued to floss. “What kind of treat?”

“Your favorite.”

“Ooh, Twix,” she joked, throwing the floss away. “What about Joan?”

“Already in bed deep asleep, so that means I’m all yours tonight,” he told her, kissing her cheek and trailing down to neck. “And you’re all mine.”

Smiling, Nic bit her lip and tilted her neck to the side. “So that’s the kind of treat you had in mind,” she teased.

“These night shifts have been killing me. I’ve missed you.”

“I can tell.” Nic grabbed his arms and unwrapped them from her waist before facing him. “Show me how much you’ve missed me,” she said, pulling him into the bedroom.

“Sam?” Nic prompted as she rolled on top of him. She kissed him lazily, feeling his fingers run through her hair.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response.

“Would you do anything for me?”

“Anything,” he responded, free hand grabbing her waist to pull her closer.

“Anything?” She smirked. “Even buy that Christmas tree I want?”

Sam paused, opening his eyes to look at her. “What?”

“You know I’ve been bugging you about it,” she chuckled. “Was that not what you were expecting me to say?”

“I thought you were going to ask about renovating the kitchen,” he replied. “Or doing the thing. Not the tree.”

“So you’re more okay with me asking to spend possibly thousands on renovating the kitchen than you are spending a hundred dollars on a new Christmas tree?” She quirked a brow, pushing up to rest her forearms on his chest.

“I thought it would be something we need.”

“Oh you don’t think we need a new Christmas tree?” She challenged. Nic began to move off him to get out of bed. “Let me show you how un-tree-like our current one is.”

Before she could get out of the bed, Sam already grabbed her waist and pulled her back in. She fell back onto the mattress, her husband on top of her.

“You can get the tree,” he told her.

“Really?” Her brows perked up.

He nodded. “If we can do the thing.”

Nic grinned, threading her fingers through his hair. “Sounds like a deal, Dr. Abrams.”

Tags: @hyperionshipping @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos @canongf

[livums]

One Song for Every OC Pairing

Heyo! I was tagged in the One Song for Every OC game by @sarahlizziewrites (find her post here!).

Originally, I did the post for my OCs from The Marking Blood (find that post here!), but I've had sooo many songs for romantic pairings burning a hole in my head, so I thought I'd do that instead!

Please enjoy!

🌙🩸The Marking Blood🩸🌙

Sonea / Maja

If I'm out of line / Just show me the door / I promise you I / Won't come here no more / If you just tell me / What you think about me / I can collect all my things from the floor

More under the cut!

Sylah / Nieve

It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest / With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful / There is love that doesn't have a place to rest / But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders

Zova / Cas

Strange is the call of this strange man / I wanna fly down and feed at his hand / I want a nice, soft place to land / I wanna lie down forever

And the choice is yours if you're willing to choose / Seeing as you've got nothing to lose / And I could use a canary

Suddenly, nothing is as it was / Where are you now, Orpheus? / Wasn't it gonna be the two of us? / Weren't we birds of a feather?

Sonea / Nic / Cas

If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love

🔪🐝Sister Hollow / The Rival🐝🔪

Trinket / Seybryn

All of this is getting just a little too real / And I don't wanna fuck around / I don't wanna, I don't wanna / Punish me to yet another ordeal

I don't wanna talk about the way I feel / Right now I feel like I could never fuck with you again / But it's okay, you'll probably just forget

Trinket / Aviyah

But I didn't die a lover of sky / And now I know why / And it had nothing to do with that fuckin' guy

After one too many facts / I heard, "Who has made you cry like that?" / There stood Aphrodite, where I wept in the grass / With one glimpse, I was seduced / Her immortal face set my limbs loose / Two minds became one / She was second to none / Call me "nothing new" because she was the sun

🧚‍♀️🌟The Romance of the Demigods🌟🧚‍♀️

Kesh / Eve

I stole your fate / And now you're forced to love a man you hate / I know you don't feel the same / But I burn for you

You burn for me?

I burn.

and another one for them because i'm obsessed rn sorry

"What makes you pull the rose, the rose? / What makes you break the tree? / What makes you come to Carterhaugh / Without the leave of me?"

"But Carterhaugh is not your own / Roses there are many / I'll come and go all as I please / And not ask leave of any."

Anyone who feels like it please feel free to do it and say i tagged you lol. anyways i did this instead of writing . oops. also me dropping this without explaining who half these people are...... erm..... forgive me 🙏🏼

[drjohndisco]

Please tell me more about Talos (w/ spoilers welcomed). I’m considering getting into Secret Invasion and making my own Skrull oc to husband. So please tell me about them! —Nic

@me-myself-and-my-fos

.........Well considering my blog's current description background hex-code is his (skrull form's) eye colour, I have to oblige you.

Now, I have been on the Talo.s train since Ca.ptain Ma.rvel came out in 2019 (I think he's most of my tag), but didn't put a whole lot of thought into him (as I didn't really want to write out/work around his wife.)

(You know I love a good millitary man.)

Now, putting it in the simplest of terms, he's in my head due to them killing his wife off-screen (which. i'm mad about) and dialling his pathetic-ness up to ten. They also added a few other concepts (like the number of skrulls on earth) which opened up a lot of opportunities...

He's so charming and sarcastic. Good at fighting (or, he used to be), and very perceptive - which is why he bounces well off Nick. Has a strong sense of what's right and wrong, and sticks to it. Nice voice (I had his pronunciation of 'Bob' stuck in my head for a solid 2 hours), which, tbh, is at least 50% of the appeal.

I also dress similarly to him, oops?

Now, in terms of potential self inserts (since i already have one for daredevil/the mcu) I was thinking about a (non skrull) shape-shifter that had been hanging around with the ravagers at some point pre c.aptain ma.rvel canon. They're different to the skrulls, as they can change into inanimate objects, and find that preferable to human form. Although when they're in human form they either change appearance fully, or change some little things (like hair colour.)

They also have a cool space cat (not a flerken), which you can see the stars through. This cat is called ghost.

Also!! I will also answer your other ask, I just have to screen-record (I'm compiling his scenes) and then grab screen-caps.

Hope this was what you wanted!!!

[allkindsofsilly]

Chapter Two.

I should have turned that car around by the first hour of driving. That’s what I kept telling myself to do as I made the near three hour drive down to San Diego for the weekend to go see Fletcher. The Jeep weaved through traffic through the California heat, the ocean to my right popping up every so often over the sand dunes it was my turn to make the effort in going to visit and we had been having these conversations how he wanted me to come down and meet some of his Navy buddies little did I know it was going to turn into the best weekend. I was leaving the store up in Oside in the hands of Garcelle and even though my Dad needed help up in Big Bear with cleaning up the campground, I was taking this weekend for myself...and well a guy yes there was that too. I was walking through the right thresholds for once or at least I thought I was and I wasn't going to shy away from the risks this time.

Jay, Eddy, and Nic just some of the main guys that formed a bond with Fletcher were beyond welcoming me into their clan. Coolers were brought onto the beaches, surfboards, and volleyballs were all used. The sun was hot as it beat down on what would soon become sunkissed skin. A secret alcove of just the group and their girls running around like kids pretending to be cool as we tried to look like we knew how to play volleyball. A bare torso was wrapped in a single arm as he tugged me close against his chest, the smell of suntan lotion and salty breezes filling the senses. By the evening we sat around a firepit made by the guys, took them a year to get the damn thing started but as we sat around keeping the colder breeze to our backs we played a round of twenty questions laughing the whole night into the early morning hours it felt like I had missed out on so much focusing on school and work, I was finally able to let my hair down and just be...well, free. I don’t remember the last time I spent a whole night up but every hour was worth it as Fletch took me back to his place. Fingers slowly untying my bathing suit, chest pressed against his as each stitch of clothing was discarded on the wood floor. Okay so you caught me, another reason for coming down was the addiction I had when we had sex it kept me coming back for more but neither one of us was complaining when we both got the high we sought out. We are young. This is what love does to you. You could let your walls down for the right person and they in turn would take care of you. I felt my safest was when I was with him, I felt the most beautiful when I was around him.

Saturday morning I was on my own for the morning as Fletch left to base. He told me to go to a place called The Waverly and he would meet me there in a few hours. The place was amazing but then again as I strolled along the shops, saw the boardwalk and beaches San Diego had so much going on even more than Oside and LA. I was falling in love with the vibe down here even. The Waverly had that same beachy/earthy atmosphere as I sat in a booth with my new book I had picked up in one of the shops. It was one of those tourist books you put on your coffee table back home to start a conversation at parties about how your friend bragged they had been to San Diego too and did you go to this place or that place. My answers would be only comical as I would answer simply “No I went down there to get some ass.” I swear I didn’t have a filter on my mouth anymore.

I sipped my mocha latte looking at the pictures of all the eateries to go to while you were in town, the top ten restaurants you couldn’t pass up as I felt a figure sneak up and kiss my cheek then sliding into the seat across from me with that mischievous smirk on his face making my own smile build, I hated the fact he got me to smile so much when I wasn’t supposed to be getting attached. I wasn’t attached. I was just…he had the effect on me. It was a contagious thing and he was in uniform. That fucking uniform.

“How would you like to take a little ride with me?” he asked, taking my mug from its saucer and taking his own drink of my coffee.

“A ride with you? Where are we talking about? I just ask because I know you have to be close to base this weekend so I don’t want to be the reason you get your ass chewed out by your superior.” I chuckled as he placed the mug back shaking his head.

“Nah. nothing like that baby…” he cleared his throat knowing the mistake he let slip. I on the other hand tried ignoring the slip of the tongue.

“Okay, so where are we going?” I smiled back at him as my bare foot slid up along his calf.

That smirk reappeared once more as he answered simply "You'll see."

The drive was more exhilarating than the drive down to San Diego, not a long drive but long enough just because it was out of the way from everything else. Fletcher's truck sped down the highway, just the California wind making my hair blow wildly out the passenger side window letting the salty air create waves through my brown locks. One of his hands on the steering wheel while the other kept sliding further and further up my dress. I guess it didn’t help that I was guiding him in that direction too. It was all good teasing fun but the look on his face said otherwise as we pulled off to the side of the road. The little drive was delayed as we tore at each other's clothes once more getting that fix like two drug addicts steaming up the back windows and praying no one could see us from the road. Face flushed, breathing heavy, and we were once more on the road while I leaned into the side of his face kissing every inch of exposed skin. I think I sat like that till we finally reached our destination. A sign reading “Naval Base” once past the guards we drove a little longer till we reached this peak almost outside the base limits.

“This is a place I like to go to at night but it’s just as pretty during the day. Close your eyes.” he said, that mischievous smirk once more making an appearance. I raised a brow at him then closed my eyes. I could feel the car come to a stop, heard Fletch get out, and open my passenger side door telling me to keep my eyes closed. He helped me out and guided me on a little trek on an unpaved road or path, I still couldn’t see since now his hand covered my eyes to make sure I kept this surprise till the right moment.

“Alright…Open them.” he said as he lifted his hand from my eyes. I opened my eyes slowly, a grin on my lips as I adjusted to the brightness and just below us was the home of ships. Not just any ships either, these were the ships Fletcher called work, called home, and would be calling home soon for two months. Battleships just below us, littler ships scattered around but the sight was just breathtaking.

“What do you think?” he asked, snaking his arms around my waist from behind.

“It’s beautiful. I…I have never seen anything like this.” I said, still staring at the vessels. It was nothing like the movies. They could never capture the sheer beauty of all this work the men and women put into this base. Fletcher kissed my cheek again.

“I just wanted to bring you here to see, come see my other life.” he said.

I turned my gaze finally to him and smiled, kissing his lips. “I love it. Thank you.” I whispered against his lips then turned my gaze back to the ships below. For once I actually wasn’t looking forward to this weekend ending, everything about being down here breathed a whole new outlook on what I was looking for. But most of all, Fletcher was the one changing everything I had closed my mind off too. He was changing things and I was letting him take the lead.

[dadjokestop]

Gobble, gobble! If you’re hunting for the best turkey jokes out there, you’ve just struck comedy gold. Whether you’re gearing up for Thanksgiving dinner or just want to tickle someone’s funny bone, these turkey jokes will have everyone rolling with laughter (or maybe rolling their eyes, but hey, that’s the fun of it!). So, let’s dive into 20 turkey jokes that are stuffed with humor! 1. Why did the turkey cross the road twice? To prove he wasn’t chicken! 2. What sound does a turkey’s phone make? Wing, wing! 3. Why don’t turkeys play poker? Because they’re afraid of getting stuffed! 4. What’s the key to a great Thanksgiving dinner? The tur-key! 5. Why was the turkey the drummer in the band? Because he had the drumsticks! 6. What do you call a running turkey? Fast food! 7. Why did the turkey sit on the tomahawk? To hatchet! 8. What do you get when you cross a turkey with a ghost? A poultry-geist! 9. Why did the turkey refuse dessert? Because he was already stuffed! 10. What’s a turkey’s favorite dessert? Peach gobbler! 11. How do turkeys send secret messages? In gobble-de-gook! 12. Why did the turkey join the marching band? Because he already knew how to shake a tail feather! 13. What did the turkey say to the computer? “Google, google, google!” 14. What do turkeys love to do on sunny days? Have a peck-nic! 15. Why did the turkey break up with the chicken? He found her too clucky! 16. How do you make a turkey float? You need two scoops of ice cream, some soda, and a turkey! 17. What do turkeys use to clean themselves? Feather dusters! 18. Why was the turkey so good at math? He was always counting his blessings! 19. What do you call a turkey the day after Thanksgiving? Lucky! 20. Why don’t turkeys tell secrets? Because they’re always gobbling them up! There you have it—20 turkey jokes that are sure to make you the life of the party, or at least the Thanksgiving dinner table. Keep these jokes in your back pocket (just don’t let the turkey steal them!), and be ready to drop some hilarious punchlines that’ll have everyone gobbling up the laughs.

[sunnisurrealism]

Hi Timmy. Okay I’m realizing how ridiculous it’s getting that I still make endless posts on this account everyday and it’s not that much different than messaging the finsta but at least I can’t send voice notes! That shit is so exhausting af.

Our Secret Garden party is starting in about an hour! I still need to clean my room (too many clothes fml 😔 how many tennis skirts can a gal have? I have like 15 literally) and do my makeup and then… wear my magic Disney dress for Sunnï! I just wanted to let you know that Jacob is coming to the party but I have absolutely no interest in the slightest hooking up with him. You might see pictures of him on the grams. I know you might be in Europe and that by the time you read this it may have happened. Your emotional well being is my priority in life and I don’t want you to have anxiety EVER. Idk if he permanently moved back or if he’s traveling again, but I just feel the utmost importance to let you know that I am fully one hundred billion % committed to you and he annoys me anyways 😅 he didn’t even listen when I read him the TFBOD! trust me my king, you do not need to worry. One day I might feel comfortable kissing someone, but if I do it’ll probably be a girl just for fun, and when I’d close my eyes I’d pretend it’s you 😅 my heart is still aching hella from the past few months tbh, like recovering from water of life equivalent shit, and it feels very very closed apart from imaging us hooking up when I listen to the lucid podcast. Depending on my mood sometimes I still have a hard time even there, but again please understand it’s not personal. Again it’s like Nic at rock bottom he wouldnt want to make out. Sometimes I’m sad and just need cuddles. And I will tell you tho I will always in any mood appreciate forehead kisses because they make me feel healed and protected. Other times when I lose myself imagining us kissing I’ve found my body is… nvm. Hehe. You are always so kind and gentle and talk to me with Willy’s demeanor 😍 imagine if Willy as a man was on his boat with his mom and saw on the River bank Sunnï. I feel like he would approach her with immense kindness and curiosity. And she would instantly be hella friendly and keen back, for obvious reasons 😍 anyways those are the vibes I feel. I’m gunna delete all of this one day don’t worry and for other people reading this like MB or Grimes maybe Elon I’m sorry for the tmi. Idk what I’m doing!

This is so how I imagine you listening to me rant all about all the shit 😅 I LAV LAV LAV u MY TIMMY😍😍😍

(Ps. I really wish you could give me a deep butt massage rn cuz I think I pushed myself a lil too hard in my workout yesterday and my glutes fucking hurt. I can’t find my roller! It’s going to be just my dad and I for like 5 nights at Assinaboine before our family and friends come up, I think it’ll be some good healing time low key, not that anything is that bad. Glad we are helicoptering and not hiking, I don’t think my body is ready considering how sore I am today. Going to be away July 28th to August 5th, I hope you look forward to your break from me! Still figuring out how and if I’ll retire this tumblr. Idk what I’m doing!)