#that description is too real though 😬

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[ronearoundblindly]

For the every Cevans character, what is each one’s favorite position in bed? 😏😆

Fac-i-na-ting. I have categorized them into similar positions and then broken down the specifics or variations. No, I do not know the actual names of a lot of positions. I use the terms 'top' and 'bottom' but NOT in a BDSM way.

Sincerely, MINORS DNI. Warnings for very smutty descriptions of each of these characters 'in the act' and just...do I need to warn you about how much I was sweating during this???

'Top' Positions

Curtis Everett - Jimmy Dobyne - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - [Bucky Barnes]

Curtis is a cramped-quarters kind of lover, like you have been fucked up the bed until you and he are pressed against that headboard like a pretzel on a baking sheet. Gahdamn, he is intense. He threads an arm beneath you to make sure you're as close as possible. He grinds his pelvis into you, loving how his balls slap your ass. He likes it real sweaty, but he'll help you clean up in the shower, too. Dirty boi. 😮‍💨 We need him.

Jimmy and Ransom like you bent over but in different ways. Ransom just enjoys doggie-style. He feels awkward with too much eye contact and doesn't have to worry about that from behind. Jimmy is exceptionally good at spontaneously pressing you back or down onto a counter or the couch or perhaps a fence outside. 😳 He's oddly into fucking with at least some clothes on, but not because he doesn't like your body. He has a thing for choosing sex over chores or other obligations, so he and you are dressed for doing whatever else. It's just a little naughtier that way.

Steve is--I'm sure we can all agree--a missionary man. He looooves that eye contact Ran is so afraid of, but BUT! Steve's also a most considerate gentleman. He worries about putting too much of his weight on you, so his actual favorite position in pinning you against a wall (or mirror or window, etc) because he can lean into you without fear. He also enjoys that you get very, very excited for him to hold you up like that. You wrap around his neck and kiss him like it's your purpose in life. You get handsy, and that's about his favorite part...

[I know you said CE characters, nonnie, but Bucky just sneaks in, sorry!]

Ngl, Bucky took me the longest to figure out, and I'm not entirely sure he has a true 'favorite,' something he likes a good deal more than other positions. I have, however, landed on Bucky going braindead and gooey inside when he gets you in a mating press. There's, uh, a symbolism to wanting him and his cum inside you for as long as possible that hits all the right buttons to shut him down to the rest of the world for a while. He likes to sit back afterward and grip your knees to keep you right there until some drips out as you clench around nothing. You aren't empty though.

[Why. the fuck. does Bucky always get so 🥵 in these?]

'Bottom' Positions

Johnny Storm - Jake Jensen - Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd lets himself be lazy. He legitimately tucks his hands behind his head like he's at the beach and taunts you to work harder. He's so used to ordering people around and being quite active. Unless he has some aggression/frustration to work through, Lloyd needs to not be bothered with effort. It's your turn. Put your back into it.

Jake lets you control everything. Let's be fair: Jake is just happy to be here, ya know? He gets to be naked, he gets to see you naked, and he is going to come no matter what. Use him to your heart's content. Don't try telling him not to touch you (like an order or a deprivation game) because he can't stop himself. Every other order or request, he's game for, but on his back offers the best view of you--and technically, his glasses fog less 😬.

Johnny straight up loves when you ride him. He controls everything from below, though, because it's not actually about you taking over. He loves guiding your hips. He loves fucking up into you. He loves already being prone to fall asleep faster. [Go on, try to tell me I'm wrong. ::listens:: ::crickets:: Yeah, that's what I thought.] It's a win-win-win situation. All around cannot fail to please him. Johnny is definitely the type to assume that what feels good to him feels as good for his partner.

'Side' Positions

James Mace - Ari Levinson

Mace technically changes positions so much it maybe doesn't count as 'side,' but he's so playful, I'll allow it. His favorite sex, in general, is filled with natural ebbs and flows, quicker frantic times as well as soft doting and sweet, blissful enjoyment. A position that puts either him and you a hair's breath away from taking over is ideal. He wants to enjoy your company as much as your body. Mace can do both of those things in many, many different positions.

[Mace is quickly becoming a sleeper-fave of mine, my gawd. He's 😘🤌]

Finally, if Ari doesn't scream "wants to wake up fucking you," I don't know who does. He's spooning you, or coiled together with you someway, and just...ready when he sees you first thing in the morning--or in the middle of the night. Why bother moving much? He'll lift that leg up for you. He'll wrap around you to cup your breasts, play with your nipples, and rub your clit. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Doesn't have to do with the position you're in, per se, but Ari also gruffly whispers other shit he'd like to do to you in your ear. It's vaguely easier to do that when your heads are on the same pillow, just saying.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; 'Who Would..." Asks; Ko-Fi]

A/N: I successfully scheduled a post! Look at me, learning and shit...

[hp-hcs]

Reader (male preferably) x T.N and M.R

Where reader gets into fights a lot. Like a lot. Almost double the amount that Theo and Matt get in combined in just a week. The only reason Dumbledore lets him stay at Hogwarts is because he’s top of every class. What bugs a lot of his peers is the fact that he doesn’t try. He doesn’t study, he just gets it straight up, he barely shows up to class, he fights everyone and anything that speaks bad about the slytherin house, and he’s got the face every guys jealous of. Reader is just made to make people mad, is how he’d be described. But he’s not aggressive. He doesn’t lose his temper easy, it’s just when his house or Theo and Matt are mentioned that he loses it. It’s like a trigger going off in his brain, to protect what’s his. And Merlin does that turn them on.

NSFW (optional)

Reader loves to mark them as his. To have everyone be able to see the dark hickeys or slowly healing bite marks. To display a type of claim over the two. They’re his. And he knows exactly how to make them feel good. Make them writhe for him. Degrading Mattheo while edging Theodore, wrapping his bloodied hands around their throats while he pushes them up against the wall. Fuck and when he’s all beaten up after a fight? They can’t fucking resist him.

• smut • bloody knuckles — poly! sub! sweetie pie! theodore nott x poly! sub! brat! mattheo riddle x gn! poly! dom! reader

❕no pronouns or gender/assigned sex markers of any kind!❕

warnings: SMUT MDNI, BLOOD KINK JFC IS THERE A GODDAMN BLOOD KINK IN HERE, same with degradation holy fuck, pain(?) kink, violence, mild descriptions of gore/wounds, usage of the word ‘blood’ or ‘bloody’ approximately 12000000 times, THE BOYS ARE ROMANTICALLY & SEXUALLY INVOLVED WITH EACH OTHER, some pretty aggressive dom/sub roles for ya silly little deviants

i don’t know why i gave the boys pure opposite personalities. the dichotomy of man, i guess.

this is quite easily the filthiest fucking thing i’ve ever written, and i was too embarrassed to let my allosexual boyfie edit/help with this one so it’s real bad 😬 enjoy your asexual-written smut? ig? i did my best, anon, i’m so sorry

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Seamus Finnegan was not expecting to start off his Monday morning with a broken nose.

To be fair though, it was kind of his fault. I mean, six years of school together and the boy still decided to run his mouth without a single care in the world.

“Heard Riddle’s a slut. That true?”

Your head snapped up and a furious look crossed your face. “What?”

“Hot though,” Seamus shrugged. “‘s why y’keep ‘im ‘round, yeah?”

Your hands clenched into fists down by your sides.

“He a good fuck, at least?” Seamus asked carelessly, seemingly unaware of your brewing anger. “I bet ‘e is. Think ‘e’d put out?”

Before anyone could even blink, you had Finnegan down on the ground. His face quickly became the victim of your furious fists.

He tried to shove you off, but you just smacked his hands away and got a solid hit to the center of his face, punctuated by the sound of snapping cartilage.

Blood rushed in your ears and the crowds fell away as you focused solely on Make him pay. Make him pay. Make him pay.

You were abruptly brought out of your bloodthirsty rage by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your torso and yanking you off of Seamus.

You spun around in anger, the question of who the fuck-? dying on your lips when you saw the concerned face of Theodore Nott, and the bright red face of Mattheo Riddle.

~~~

“Darling-”

“Shut up, it’s my love language,” you pouted.

Theo rolled his eyes fondly, leading you by your shoulders into their dorm’s bathroom. “You know we can handle ourselves, love. You’ve met both of our fathers; we’ve had much worse than some Irish pipsqueak theorizing about our sex lives.”

“Well, I thought it was hot.” Mattheo interrupted with a cheeky grin. “Our badass lover who’s willing to throw down with a Gryffindor to protect our honor? Proof that chivalry isn’t dead.”

“Well, I just don’t want other people talking about you like that,” you scowled.

“We know, love,” Theo grinned, crouching down to dig the first aid kit out from under the sink, patting your thigh in a patronizingly reassuring gesture. “Now, lemme see how bad it is.”

You huffed in faux annoyance, holding out your bloody hands in front of you and lifting your chin so he could see the state of your face.

Theo sighed and began his millionth lecture of the day as he started dabbing antiseptic ointment on the few small scrapes scattered across your face.

Mattheo was unusually quiet, adding nothing to the playful bickering between you and Theo.

You glanced over at him, only to find that he was practically enraptured, staring at your hands. His eyes followed a single bead of blood’s meandering path down your knuckles and fingers, watching as it dripped off the tip of your index finger and splattered onto the tile floor.

You could’ve sworn you saw him lick his lips.

You traded a knowing look with Theo before speaking. “Whatcha looking at, Matty?”

His cheeks flushed red and his gaze snapped back up to your eyes. “Nothing!”

You took a step forward. He took a step back.

“Oh, really?”

He gulped.

You reached forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, gently pressing him up against the wall. “A blood kink, huh? Shit, you really are a slut, love.”

Mattheo looked down, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

You gripped his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His eyes widened in surprise at the firmness of your grasp.

You pressed two blood-streaked fingers against his lips, groaning at the sight of his tongue instinctively darting out to kitten-lick them.

“Shit, Matty,” Theo whispered from behind you.

You trailed your fingers down his jaw and the side of his neck before loosely wrapping your hand around his throat.

He gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Y-Y/n-”

“You like this? Hm?” You crooned as the blood on your hand smeared onto the skin of his neck.

Mattheo nodded frantically—as much as he could with the limited range of motion.

“That’s fucking disgusting, Riddle. What a filthy fucking boy.”

(He whimpered. He fucking loved it when you called him by his last name.)

You let go of his neck, stepping back and leaving him with a pleading whine caught in his throat as you turned to your other boyfriend.

“And Theodore, my pretty little angel,” you cooed softly, running your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek. “How’s my little lovebug doing?”

He watched you with wide eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips. “Y-Y/n…”

You ran your thumb over his cheekbone, smiling softly. “Answer my question, pretty boy.”

“I-I’m doing good, love,” Theo whispered, his voice cracking as you trailed your thumb down the side of his neck and swept it across his collarbone.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, spinning on your heel and leaving the en-suite without another word.

Your boys followed you into the dorm room like lost puppies, trailing after you with confused and needy expressions.

You sat down on one of the beds, lying back against the pillows with a relaxed and unbothered expression on your face. “Teddy, over here. Matty, go sit in the chair.” You waved your hand towards the desk chair, lazily motioning for Theodore to take off his shirt and join you on the bed.

Mattheo pouted and whined. “What? But- darlin’, I’ve been-”

“A greedy bitch,” you scoff as you yanked off Theo’s trousers and boxers in one swift motion, rolling him over onto his back. “Now sit down and wait your damn turn. Don’t you dare touch yourself. You’d better keep your hands where I can fucking see them.”

Without waiting for a reply, you turned back to your other lover. You ignored Mattheo’s protesting whines in favor of wrapping your fingers around Theo’s dick, appreciating the way Theo’s hips jerked up with a startled moan and his hands scrabbled for anything to hold onto as you did so.

“Riddle. I changed my mind. Get the fuck over here.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at the boy wiggling uncomfortably in his seat. “Hold Teddy’s hand.”

He jumped into action, quickly clambering onto the bed next to the pair of you and scooping up one of Theo’s hands in his.

You nodded, pleased at his cooperation, and slowly started jerking Theo off.

“Pretty, isn’t he, Matty?”

You expected him to say something in agreement, or tease Theo lightly, but your question was met with silence.

You glanced over, curious as to what caught his attention. Mattheo’s eyes were laser focused on Theo’s lower half. You followed his line of sight, confused as to what he was looking at, when you realized.

The blood from your busted knuckles had smeared itself all over Theo’s cock.

“Suck Teddy off.” The demand left your lips before you could even fully think it through.

Neither boy seemed disinterested in your proposition, if the way Mattheo all but scrambled down the bed as he leapt onto your boyfriend was any indication.

Mattheo kneeled between Theo’s thighs and pinned down his hips, practically drooling at the perverse sight in front of him.

Theo moaned brokenly as he felt Mattheo’s tongue lick a long stripe up his dick before taking him fully into his mouth. You hummed appreciatively at the gorgeous view in front of you, reaching out to stroke your hand along Theo’s hip and thigh.

The dorm was quickly filled with the sweet sounds of Theodore’s little moans and sighs, and the filthy wet sounds of Mattheo’s mouth.

He drew Theo closer and closer to his release. But right as your sweetest lover’s body began to shake, you caught sight of one of your brat’s hands subtly sneaking between his legs. You growled, tightening your grip in his hair to warn him to pull off.

As soon as Mattheo pulled off of Theo’s cock, panting for air, you harshly grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face you.

“Greedy fucking whore,” you sneered, “I told you not to touch yourself. Apologize to Theo for being such a self-centered brat.”

“S-sorry! So-sorry! I-I’m sorry, T-Theo!”

“Good boy,” you murmur, petting his hair and lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. “Good, love. Continue.”

Mattheo let out a shaky breath, still reeling from the whiplash of your sudden gentleness as he leaned back down to continue his earlier ministrations.

He quickly realized why you’d been so suddenly sweet when he felt your hand start roughly palming him through his trousers. He whined around Theo’s cock, which in turn made Theodore gasp and moan loudly.

You grinned at your boys’ reactions as you leaned down to murmur in Mattheo’s ear, “You can cum if you get Teddy off, alright sweetheart?”

Sparked with renewed interest at the incentive, Mattheo resumed sucking off Theo with vigor. Theo’s thighs shook as he babbled incoherently, a mix of “Fuck!”s, “Merlin-”s, and “Y/n!”s.

“Good boys, that’s it,” you cooed sweetly, brushing sweaty curls off of Theo’s forehead. “You’re just so close, aren’t you, my love?”

Theo sobbed pitifully and nodded. “Pl-please- Y/n- please!”

“Go ahead,” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

With your permission, Theo fell apart with a loud moan, his entire body shaking and spasming. You continued palming Mattheo, intent on keeping good on your promise.

“Come whenever you’re ready, Riddle,” you murmured. He had pulled off of Theo by now, and stared up at you with wide, glazed-over eyes. You wiped a smear of cum from the corner of his lips with your thumb, grinning teasingly at the pair of them as you promptly stuck it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the digit.

With one final moan, Mattheo’s body stiffened up and broke down into shudders as he was wracked with the force of his orgasm. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, tucking his face into the hollow where Theo’s thigh met his pelvis.

You gave both of your boys a minute to collect themselves, murmuring gentle praise as you littered their faces with soft kisses. “Both so good for me, my best boys. So perfect.”

You sat in a contented quiet for a few more minutes, just caressing them gently. But once their breathings had steadied out, they startled you by sharing a look and abruptly tugging you down and rolling over on top of you.

“Your turn now, love.”

[gagmewitha-spork]

English Lessons (Leila Ouahabi x reader)

Warnings: none.

Description: Reader trying to teach Leila English is not going as well as hoped, but why?

Notes: hey! remember me? probably not, but I started writing this in like December and only just got it finished, I’ve got a couple of other fics in the works but going on how long this took to write it’ll probably be a while before they’re out 😬 (also not my gif, can’t remember where I saved it from tho so sorry if it’s yours)

Word count: 2460

“Leila”, you pause, rubbing your eyes, “this clearly isn’t working”, you speak in Spanish. You had spent four years playing for Atletico Madrid and had picked up the language surprisingly easy, so as a result of your fluency in her native tongue, Leila had immediately used her charm to convince you to help teach her English. The thing is, it was not going well, it seemed that she had reached a point and stayed there. You hadn’t seen any improvement in her ability to speak your native language for weeks now and you were honestly loosing hope, “I think you should just speak to the club, they can get you a proper teacher, which, might I remind you, you should have had from the beginning”.

“I don’t want another teacher”, she replies, in perfect, though still heavily accented, English.

“Well something here clearly isn’t working because every time we come in here you just get worse if anything”, you throw your hands in the air, feeling exasperated at the situation.

“I’m not”, Leila insists, “I am better, I just”, she pauses deciding whether of not she wanted to tell you the real reason she wasn’t improving, “look y/n”, she starts, beginning to reach out and take one of your hands in hers, but is cut off as the door to the conference room you’re currently sat in swings open, revealing your other Spanish teammate.

“Steph sent me to come and get you both”, Laia starts, speaking Spanish, “trainings starting earlier than planned because of the rain forecast for later”, she explains, “they want to get on before the pitch gets too bad”, she finishes and quickly disappears back out the door, not leaving either of you any time to ask questions.

“We better go”, you tell Leila, picking up the English practice books the club had provided you.

“Y/n”, Leila said, grabbing onto your hand before you could disappear after Laia, “my English is good”, she insists, though saying it in Spanish left you unconvinced, “you’re a good teacher, I don’t want another one”.

“Maybe try saying that in English and I might believe you”, you reply, your tone dejected. You left the room, heading straight to the locker room, before she could hold you back any more.

Leila pauses for a minute before following after you, hitting her head gently against the wall after you’d left, “Idiota, idiota, idiota”, she repeats quietly to herself as she does so, “solo decirle”, (just tell her) she mumbles to herself, throwing her hands in the air as she follows after you towards to locker room to get ready for training.

——

Training went well, the rain held off until the last few minutes so while you were definitely all completely drenched, the mud wasn’t too bad.

“Ice baths?”, Laia suggested to you as you all made your way back inside. It had become a habit that you, her and Leila would all go to the ice baths together after training or a game. Your ability to speak Spanish, and previous friendship Laia, having played at Atleti together along with Deyna, had meant you had developed quite a close friendship with all your Spanish speaking teammates. You would often spend time hanging out with them instead of your fellow England players, which of course had led to a lot of teasing from the likes of Lauren and Chloe, with them suggesting that you might as well go and play for either Spain or Venezuela if you enjoyed hanging out with them so much.

You nodded at Laia and grabbed your phone and a towel from your locker before following behind the young centre back and making your way into the ice cold tub next to her.

The two of you stayed mostly silent, both individually scrolling through your phones as the 5 minute timer slowly ticked down.

“So what’s going on with you and Lei?”, she suddenly asks out if no where. Your head whipped up to look at her, before your eyes quickly scanned your surroundings to make sure no one else was around to hear. Luckily, she’d chosen to speak Spanish so there would only be a select number of your teammates who would understand, but one of those happened to be the exact person you definitely didn’t want to hear.

“What?”, you scoffed, trying (and failing) to act as casual as possible at her suggestion.

“She likes you”, she states like she knows it as fact, “and I’m pretty sure you like her back so…”, she trails off.

“So what?”, you asked, before quickly following up with, “and she doesn’t like me”, you paused, “and I don’t like her, not like that”, you insisted.

The truth was, you and the older Spaniard had been dancing around each other flirtatiously for weeks, if not months, at this point. Your problem was you could never tell if she was serious. Leila was naturally a very happy, flirty person, a fact you knew well having played against her for years in Spain, and you had always gone along with it thinking it would never go any further beyond a flirtatious rivalry. But now you played for the same team, and what had started out innocently had developed into something you were afraid was becoming a little too real.

“Right”, Laia didn’t seem at all convinced by your argument.

The conversation ended there though, as the woman herself entered the room and made her way into the ice bath with the two of you.

“Who died?”, she asked, sensing an air of awkwardness around, “did I just walk in on something”, she asked, her eyebrows wiggling in a jokingly suggestive way. Neither of you responded, Laia just watching you as you refused to look up from your phone, “did I walk in on something?”, Leila asked again, a more serious tone to her voice this time.

Laia shook her head, rolling her eyes, both at Leilas ridiculous suggestion, and at your denial to what she could clearly see blossoming between you and the left back.

The three of you stayed silent for a while before Laia conveniently got a phone call and left you and Leila there by yourselves. Judging by the intense eye contact she sent your way as she left the room, you’d guess it wasn’t so much ‘convenient’ as it was set up.

“You want to have Sushi?”, Leila asked, in English, almost like she was trying to prove a point.

“Now?”, you question, as hers had been rather open ended and it’d become a habit for you to make every conversation you had in English a lesson for her.

“No, later”, she confirmed, rolling hers eyes at you as she knew what you were doing.

“Ask me again”.

“You want sushi later?”, she asked again.

“I might get sushi later, yeah, why?”, you were being difficult. You knew exactly what she was trying to say and she knew it, you just wanted her to ask it properly.

“You want it with me?”, she pushed, getting closer to how you wanted her to say it.

“Want what with you?”, you feigned confusion and she rolled her eyes.

“Do you want to got out for sushi with me later?”, she asked, in Spanish this time, as she’d given up trying to work out how to say it in English.

“No comprendo”, you shrugged you shoulders at her, acting like you didn’t understand what she was saying.

She slapped your shoulder, “You want to have sushi later, with me”, she finally says, though it sounds more like a statement than a question.

“I would love to”, you smiled cheekily at her. She shoved your shoulder lightly in response, “on one condition”.

“Ugh, what?”, she rolled her eyes.

��You have to speak English, all evening”, you state.

Your alarm sounded suddenly, signalling your 5 minutes in the ice cold water you hated so much was over and you immediately moved to leave the small pool.

A hand grabbed yours before you could make it all the way out however.

“This means we still have lessons for English tomorrow, yes?”, Leila asked you, the look in her eyes, combined with her thumb brushing over your knuckles almost making you melt.

You sighed, “Lei”, you paused, giving her a chance to pull you back into the pool, a little closer to her, “I really think you should get a teacher”.

“I have a teacher”, she insisted, grabbing your second hand, “she is the best”, the soft look in her eye was gradually changing into that look. You know the one, where her lips curve into that charming smirk, and for a second you think she might just lean in and kiss you.

She doesn’t, and you scold yourself for even allowing your mind to go there.

“We’ll see”, you state, removing yourself from her grip and exiting the pool.

Leila watches as you leave, and internally groans. She decides then and there that she needs to tell you how she feels.

——

It’s much later in the day when you find yourself taking a seat at a table opposite Leila. You’d lost count of the number of times the two of you had come here, it was definitely at least twice a week at this point, but you loved it.

“Let me guess”, Leila says as she picks up a menu, “onigiri?”, she asks, referring to the rice dish you got every time you came.

“You know me so well”, you smile back at her, before reading over some of the other options.

The evening goes the same as any other the two of your spent eating sushi together. Far too much food is consumed and you’ve talked about just about anything that had come up. Yet the conversation never got boring. It never did with her. And she had managed to speak English all evening, to a pretty good level too, only getting caught up on a few words.

You now found yourself walking down the pavement in the brisk Manchester evening air. The two of you had decided to walk home, your apartment buildings were right next to each other, as most of cities players were, and the walk was short enough for it not to be a trek, but long enough that it allowed your overfilled stomach to settle before going to bed.

There was a brief lull in conversation as you looked up at the sky, the night was clear, and even with all the light pollution from the city around you, you could make out some of the brightest stars.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you feel Leila’s hand intertwine with your own, causing your gaze to shift from the sky, to glance down at you now joined hands before coming to settle on her face. She was already looking at you, and unreadable expression on her face.

She was trying to read you, trying to see if what she was doing was okay.

“Lei, what are you doing?”, you asked quietly, but you didn’t let go of her hand.

“Holding your hand”, she explained simply.

You continue walking for a while. The silence between you comfortable, at least for you. For Leila, it gave her far too much time to think, and getting her thoughts together was becoming increasingly difficult.

She pulls you to a stop.

“Lei-“, you go to question her, but she cuts you off.

“You know I like you?”, she says, it’s phrased like a statement but the upwards inflection towards the end informs you it is actually a question. Knowing, however, does not help your brain fully compute exactly what it is she’s asking. Or is she telling you?

“What?”, is all you manage to get out.

“I’m not good in English”, she explains, you furrow your brow because the statement really doesn’t help clear any of this up, “in Spanish I’m good, I can flirt easy with you, but English is hard and I don’t sound good”.

“Wha-“, you go to say again, your brain short-circuiting at what she appears to be saying.

“I only want you to teach me English because I want to spend a lot of time with you”, she stumbles through the sentence in English and while your brain gradually catches up to what she seems to be implying, you struggle to fight off the smile that wants to form on your lips as you watch her, “I think you are amazing and beautiful and, and I don’t know any more English words that you are but I know there must be a lot”.

You’re just watching her at this point, as she adorably continues to mumble out words she thinks could potentially describe how she sees you, with the same smile plastered on your face from before, except now you’re not fighting it. Until eventually you can’t help yourself, the words aren’t coming to you anyway so instead of saying something you take her face in your hands and place your lips on hers, shutting her up immediately.

She doesn’t respond for a second, due to the shock, but as soon as she realises what’s happening, her hands are holding you against her instantly, and her lips move with yours in a synchronicity that honestly surprises you a little. In all your 27 years of living you can honestly say you’ve never experienced a kiss quite like this first one with Leila.

You pull away eventually, but your hands remain on either side of her face, your thumb running gently over her bottom lip, already wanting to kiss them again.

“So you-”, Leila starts but you cuts her off.

“You can speak Spanish now”.

She giggles lightly before speaking again, “if that terrible speech got you to kiss me like that I can’t wait to see what happens when I can use my charm properly”, she says in Spanish now, that signature smirk back on her face as her arms tighten themselves around you ever so slightly.

“Well it convinced me to help teach you English, so who knows what else you could convince me to do”, you teased back.

“Maybe we can find out back at my apartment?”, Leila suggests.

You agree and the two of you start heading in that direction.

“Just so you know, this definitely means you’re getting an actual English teacher now”, you tell her as you walk together, her arm draped over your shoulder and yours wrapped around her waist.

“Yeah I thought so”, she laughed, “I’m surprised you held out so long”.

“Well believe it or not, but I actually liked the excuse to spend time alone with you”.

“I knew it!”, she exclaims, kissing your cheek and guiding you into her apartment building.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Ok I dont know if I got that right so here are my thoughts:

Rinko understands that her Double has a part of her soul in it and is now trying to pull that Part away from the Double and "into" herself again. (I hope thats right because everything else kinda builds on the rest of my theorie) :]

So let's say she can do that, can she choose what the main body is? Like the Double and her exist and her main body gets destroyed/hurt, she can use the Double as her new "real" body. Sooo soul transfer ? Body swap?🧍‍♀️

(I dont know if that's a good description or the right word for it, I hope you get what I mean😂)

...if she is splitting her soul into parts when she is creating her Double, is that Double a Horkrux?🧍‍♀️

Hi sweet Anon! Thank you for reading and sharing your theory ��

WE 👏🏼LOVE 👏🏼THEORIES👏🏼

My response is below the cut 😊

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕

SO, she's not necessarily trying to pull it inward as much as use that portion of her soul for... something 👀 Therefore technically combining them.

To answer your question directly about body swapping if her real body takes too much damage, she cannot. She already has Last Stand that allows her duplicates - and now she knows her double can as well - to take the damage for her.

Her double is not a Horcrux, though that would be cool 👀 If Rinko dies, her double dies too. Remember, if Rinko takes a hard enough hit, her double will disappear! That stays the same 😬

Thank you for your theory!! This was fun 😊

[andthebubbles]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

tagged by @zenia-7 (eeeee i got tagged in something tysm!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22, but i hid some shit ones

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

231,660 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bridgerton atm

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All F1, as it turns out:

Summer Break (224 kudos) 😬

Driver Evaluation (220 kudos) 😮 (simi)

Our Endless Numbered Days (163 kudos) 🥰 (sewis but secretly simi)

The Art of Talking (or Lack Thereof) (154 kudos) 🙂 (sebson)

Six Feet From Ice (140 kudos) 😬

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, unless it's rude

I reply because someone took the time to comment, so I'm gonna take the time to reply. Also, comments make me so happy. (I'm just not very good at holding onto that happiness haha)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's a toss-up between The Ghost in These Halls and Our Endless Numbered Days. The first one is just... depressed Anthony never ever getting comfort (hurt no comfort eyyyyyy 😂😭), and the second one is... Seb revenge killing someone in front of his boyfriend soooOOOOO... not a good look Seb!!!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have loads of happy endings!!! I swear!!!!!

...idk, any of my fluff and/or crack fics I suppose

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far but I feel like on some future Bridgerton fic I will.................. this fandom is insane

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep. Currently anyway. Not usually. But I got Thirsty. Very Thirsty.

Uhh 'what kind'? Idk. Filthy gay mlm smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No but what if I gif-blended Benedict and Tim from Fellow Travellers

Also i feel like a crossover of the cracky sort might've been co-written during like, high school days... but yeah nah it was just for fun.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Er.......... maaaaybe on wattpad? I vaguely remembed something like that happening to f1 fics, but idk/I can't remember if mine was popular enough to be stolen

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think someone asked me for some fic (eta: Driver Evaluation) but I never saw the result

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, for the Beatles. We also co-wrote a crack poem in the comments on LJ and it's still one of my favourite things ever

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

......I don't think I can pick one. I still like simi. And I like Anthony & Benedict, and Anthony/Benedict too, but more in the way that I ignore that they're brothers. A bit like shipping JB/LT, except I'm too lazy to learn enough about them to write them. (Tbh idek if I like them because I know nothing about them skjfngkfjngk) But also they're not as enticing as Anthony and Benedict's personalities. So like, it's kinda like, I have the knowledge that they're not actually brothers, and then just loving their dynamic.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I ALWAYS HAVE HOPE THAT I WILL FINISH MY WIPS

Though, the a&b modern AU fic (benedict the artist, i.e. the one where Anthony loves his brother's art from day one and becomes his biggest supporter (and makes him do his GCSE Art assignments for him)) has kinda stalled because I am reluctant to kill Edmund. Shockingly. But anyway I'm mentioning this because I still haven't gotten an ending for it. But then again I've hardly thought about it because I've been soooo distracted with a/b fic

16. What are your writing strengths?

It's kinda weird; when I started writing I got praised for my dialogue; nowadays I get praised for my descriptions. Does my dialogue suck now?! skjfgnkfjgnk

But the real answer is: writing action, like, ~this happens, then this, then... etc

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Getting into a character's head/the other character's head/trying to figure out what they think of some ~thing happening/trying to figure out what they know without my own knowledge interfering 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Don't do it if it's not obvious what it means, or if you don't immediately explain it. By the time I see it in the a/n I'm not scrolling back up

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Spirited Away

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I have a few... but for the effort put into it, and the uniqueness, and the time spent thinking about it, and agonising over it... AND the initial smoothness of it, how easy it was to write nearly 80k words in like 3ish months... gotta be sebis fic aka Our Endless Numbered Days :3

Tagging (you don't have to do it): @4xmulti21champion @wolfsbanesbite @suspendingtime @smooth-boob @lucktofate + anyone else who wants to do it

[kfanopinions]

His, siiis! I send you my answer anonymous in cade someone get offended

For me, I think that ships are normal for fandoms, especially for kpop fans, something I've read a lot is that "It's better for them to have relationships with each other than other people" and I feel that it is a very toxic thought, if at all. Are you really a fan? Shouldn't you be happy because your idol is happy? I'm fine with ships where they don't involve +18 things, because at least I know people who consider their idols to have such a beautiful friendship that they don't consider that someone other than the other person in the ship can know them and treat them better, so I think it's not something bad, however, I also don't like the idea that they assume someone's sexuality because you don't know how the other person feels, of course, being a public figure they must be used to that kind of comments, making it uncomfortable but "bearable"? , but already, the comments +18 do make me uncomfortable and something that should not be mentioned because they are messing so much with the integrity, friendship, and sexuality of the idol.

Hope you are doing well! 💗, love you 🫂

i’m going to put this under a read more lol

omg…i hate that reasoning so much. why some fans find it more tolerable that their fav idols be in a relationship with each other than someone else is beyond me. i adore v of bts but if it’s true he’s dating jennie then i wish them a happy relationship. idc if they’re dating or if they get married. the only thing i care about like mentioned is their happiness. also jennie is my 2nd fav lisa being my fav so if taennie is real…. yay 😃🥰

thank you for saying about an idols sexuality. we as fans don’t know at all. this is why i don’t say ‘they’d want a girl who is…’ because how do i know? the one someone could be asking me about could be gay or bisexual or asexual 🤷🏽‍♀️ we just don’t know.

while most idols i don’t believe give a rats ass about the ships (you know part of the job description and if they’re okay they play that role well) there could be some that DO have a problem with it. if the idols are participating and show clear signs of not really caring that’s good they can have fun with their fans as long as both sides realize that it’s just all fun and games and not get their wires crossed. when i think about nct ships that seem to have fun it’s renhyuk and yumark. i want to say markhyuk but mark has shown clear signs that he does have boundaries lol sorry haechan 😂

i also wonder and this is through the words of my mom (which i never thought about till she said it) but i wonder if fans realize they are inadvertently obsessing (i wanted to say f*tishizing) over male x male relationships. i see this in both male kpop groups and with the anime community as well. ppl drawing pictures, writing stories about male characters and real life people acting in a sexual nature with each other. while i myself take part in fan fiction i don’t write bxb stuff at all. because that could really make someone super uncomfortable depending on their own personal beliefs. (but there was this one baekyeol story i read YEARS AGO that had me crying it was soooooo good!!!! 😭😭😭😭 don’t ask what it was called cuz i tried to hunt that story down but i think the person removed it 😩 it was soooo good….)

i see most of this behavior on twitter and not on tumblr. on tumblr it’s fans “claiming” an idol is theirs. though it’s for fun their words are still 😬😳😬😳 like if i were an idol i’d be scared of a few of them lol 😂 maybe i just end up on the perverse side of twitter and tumblr somehow 🤷🏽‍♀️😅 it is funny to read some of it🤣

but yeah i’m sure no one here would have been offended by your words sis but thanks for responding 🫂🥰

believe it or not i got sick again 😜 so i was taking it easy for a while. still not at 100% yet hope you’re doing well 🩵🩵🩵 love ya too 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[mercless]

15 QUESTIONS FOR THE WRITER.

Tagged by: @ionianelder Tagging: i don't wanna bother anyone 👉👈 if you see this and decide to fill it out u can tag me.

1. are you named after anyone? I named myself ;3 it has a lot of influences after I tried a few other names, and I often joke it was based on a certain superhero. It wasn't, of course. It was explicitly after a bird.

2. when was the last time you cried? I teared up watching a clip of a recent political speech from my government about fun real life stuff :/ uhh a good proper cry has been a while though so 👍

3. do you have kids? No. can't see myself being the primary guardian of one in the foreseeable future either. cowabunga.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? nEvEr 😜 When I'm not being salty or passive-aggressive I like to be very dramatic with my sarcasm and make a bit out of it. I love doing bits.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? Their mood. Their body language and what emotion they're outwardly expressing (not in an 'im an empath' way in a trembling dog wearing a yellow jacket way)

6. what’s your eye colour? A greyish hazel? it's hard for me to tell.

7. scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies... with happy endings? <:3c why not both.

8. any special talents? I'm pretty good at guessing a tone by ear? and finding the harmony. I'm also pretty good at visualising/drawing descriptions people give me verbally or written, but maybe that's just my experience rubbing off. uh and if you need a strange little noise I make those all the time. talent 👍

9. where were you born? the same place I've lived all my life.

10. what are your hobbies? Writing, gaming, sewing, & reading. occasionally a video or audio edit for funsies. when im in a good mood I'll sing. I draw for fun as well but it's more of a 'I am trying to make this my main work' thing now. When I had more free time I used to bake (not well). and before my skateboard broke 😔🙏, skateboarding around.

11. have you any pets? Ever since moving out, I have either lived with housemates pets or places that don't allow pets (presently that, plus one of my housemates is allergic to animal hair). I would like to have a cat or rabbit again when I am more capable of caring for one.

12. what sport do you play/have played? I used to be an active little kid before becoming busy and my health ultimately began to decline. out of order I've done gymnastics competitively, tae kwon do, horse riding, ballet, roller hockey, BMX, swimming, surfing, skiing, skateboarding, and LARPing. nowadays I bike casually for transport, and again if my skateboard didn't get wrecked 😔🙏, I'd be on that.

13. how tall are you? 167cm. nearly 5'6"?

14. favourite subject in school? I remember liking problem-solving things like physics and some math stuff until i was too dumb for it. photo editing, other computer things, digital art stuff and arts and crafts was fun, and I wish I practised music more for my orchestra, i was okay but too shy & weird to make friends :'(

15. dream job? had my dream shattered during uni and still haven't recovered with watching the shaky industry 😬👍 plus properly chasing my goals would mean moving away from basically my entire life. we're back to the drawing board atm. (haha it works cause thats a saying and also i do digital art-)

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AYY that's amazing :D

Cap Dracula LOL

Kid xd

Breaking character and everything lol

Nice nice

What if y'all get a call slfjfhs

Are you exempt while it's open xD

Oop okayy-

OOHH DANG HEN OKAY GO OFF :D

She's eating

Of course she gets to be the doctor too lol 🥰

Ayy

AYY EDDIE :DD

Trying his best xdd

Can't break character Eddie gotta keep going 😔!

OOF they doing him dirty 😭😭

Ooop-

Somehow I doubt it lol

AYYY DANG GO OFF!!!

Ahh Chimney of course :DD

He's eating lol

He loves this xD love him

Oooop o.o

WHY Y'ALL DOIN THAT TO THEM

I don't think they will xdd

Aww sorry Buck xd 😭

Awww the accent break and everything xd 🥺

He's trying to be nice xdd at least he's good with kids lol :D

He is kinda creepy cD

Yeah harmless but creepy anyway lol

Yeah fair xd

Nahh it's gonna like break or something xd

I don't like thisss 😭😭😭😭

YEP 😭

Ohhh crap they're gonna realize he's real O.O

OH GOSH WORMS??! WHAT AM I MISSING

Nope okay o.o

OHHHH GOSHH 😭😭😭😭

BUCK NOT IN FRONT OF THEM

I SEE WHY YOU WOULD SAY THAT BUT 😭😭

Pretend like it's on purpose xddd on purpose joke to scare them lol

Oof 😭

Hopefully he's somebody known to be dead already 😭

Ahh yeah 😬 miiight wanna be careful with all that xd

Aww yeah :(!!

Yeah y'all will eat anyway :D

Go off and do it :D

Awww the kiss 🥰🥰🥰❤️ I love them so much

BUCK LOL XD

Kinda is your fault xD

Only partially but still

Yeahh come on guyss 🥺🥺

Awww noo 😭

In front of all them??

Cruel 😔😔

Maybe they'll reopen later :)

Oop?

Uhhh

Helloo?

Oh there's someone else there and they don't sound scared

OH GOSH

Oh that's not good 😭

Oh my xddd

Is she Wednesday- ah no it's grey

Oh gosh xddd

That's sweet at least :'))

OH GOSH

That's huge ��😭

Okay let's get him out of here lol

Awww 🥺🥺🥺 that's sweet <333

DD: Chimney gooo :((

Now Hen's gonna feel bad if she gets off xdd

Ayy lol

Agh gosh D:

Can we just cut it more?

Ohh no

Wait what is that?

Ohhh :OO

Hmm interesting

Would be crazy if he was but still did it for them 🥺 xdd

Ope o.o

OHHH GOSH

That sounds disgusting 😭😭

Ahh okay yeah get him out of there-

OH NO

Ohhh crap DD:

HURRY HURRY HURRY

That's awful DD:

OKAY PHEW GOT HIM OUT

Thank goodness :'D

Ohh nooo

Okayy okay okayy

P H E W

YAYYY HE'S OKAY :'DDD

Oof that poor guy, he looks rough xdd

Aww yeah :')) you can find other things to make them laugh <33

Well you haven't seen it before

Ahh yeah that lol-

SFLFJDKLJHS BUCK XDD

Oh gosh lol 😭

His back?

OH GOSH dislocated his shoulder 😭😭😭😬

Real but OUCH xdd

LOL Bobby xDD

And here I thought there was something else he ended up in the hospital for xD

Okay now pretending I know nothing

OOF 😭😭 sorry Buck xdd

Doesn't even get to have a shirt lol

And says thank you immediately xD 🥰

Eddie just like 😐😐 just a Tuesday xD

(ah so Eddie this and You Know Who next time)

:OO WAIT HIM THIS TIME :DD!!

Hi Tommy 🥰🥰!!

Well not that long hopefully- yeah not that long xD phew

If he didn't like it that doctor's dooming him lol

AAAHHHHHH my lovelies 🥰🥰🥰

LOOK AT THEMMM 🥰🥰

Uhhh?

Ohhh wait-

Does he think- guessing from glimpsing some stuff/the description and whatnot lol

LOL Eddie's so done with him 😭 xD

Guess he's already brought it up

Ahhh yeah 😬

OH NO LOL everybody heard it 💀💀 XD

"Some idiot brought a corpse into the 118"

Tommy: "that's my idiot I bet 😌😌"

SLFKGHDKS LOL

Him and Eddie laughing together XDD

Of course very concerned

NOT NOW NOT BUFFERING NOW 😭

No it is kinda funny 💀💀

Also rough Buck 😔

Ohhh I see

So that's why he thinks it xD

Tommy doesn't even know lol

Ahhh a curse O.O

(yepppp xdd)

LOL the name

Eddie like ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ 😔😔🙄

Ahh of course you did

Eddie narrating xD

Okayy okayy

. . Okay xD

SLFKFHKDS Tommy xD

Okay these are kinda random things though- ohh each thing okay

Ended.

Oh after a stampede xD

When did you have time to do this

. .

Buck

You made up this lore 😭😭 this is some random guy xD

Honey xD

. . phh SLDKGJDKHS GUYYSSS

Don't laughhh 😭😭😭 xDD

It is funny but xDDD

Poor Buuuck lol

I get it though XDD

[minkdelovely]

ANOTHER INCREDIBLE CHAPTER BUT ARE WE REALLY SURPRISED??

I loved getting to know Edward — I don’t know if we’ll see him again, but he really took me by surprise. How do I have such fondness for a detective we just met? Maybe because he’s just so even keeled compared to KENNETH lmao (the day I call him Brady call the FBI or something cuz it means aliens took over my body)

The suspense just keeps building in such a delicious way! I know every week we get closer to the end but I’m honestly having too much fun living in the now even I can’t wait to go see our darling at the Golden Dish next week 😩✨

(Kenneth the whole chapter)

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧     ✧     ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Okay, I have paused reading to provide some fresh thoughts…

I don’t have a breakdown for the beginning of this fic, because I was just so caught up in how we’re exploring this new character, Edward Freeman. I think it’s no secret that I am a BIG FAN of exposition, and the opening of this chapter is such a fantastic example of it.

We immediately get a sense of who this man is and where he stands, how he views the world and the people around him. The mention of real-world events will get me every time, and The Crash and its impact has always fascinated me, so seeing how it’s being used here to bolster Edward’s worldview was just SOOOO satisfying.

Also the description of Tommy’s mom?? Watery eyed and shaking? I can see this poor woman so clearly, and I feel for her, even with all the context we have as the reader: that Tommy sucked and our collective Deer Husband killed him (and then we proceeded to fuck said husband as Tommy went cold on the floor). I guess I’m just trying to say that I’m constantly surprised at where we’re finding sympathy for characters as this story progresses, whether it’s toward someone established or brand new.

It’s the marker of a great author who really cares about everyone involved here, and I suppose I need to get real comfortable staying down here on the floor to worship at Hazel’s altar.

Brady’s bright blue eyes only get clearer and darker with every ounce of anger you inspired in him. An angry sea churning up violently behind his mean mug. He was practically sneering at you. 

AHHHH THERE YOU ARE, KENNETH

You remembered his hair well from that first meeting in front of the cafe. It clearly had become oily and weighed down from less frequent washing. The skin under his eyes was looking dark and thin. “You look like shit, by the way. Should sleep instead of bothering honest performers.”

AUTUMN!! This is a true “reader insert” moment right here

“Ha, there you are. True colors shining through finally.”

Kenneth you can’t say that, cuz I said it first??

“How was my mom? Not much of a talker.”

HA!!

His head turned with a crawl, weighted down with a steel ball of apprehensive horror, to look at Brady. He was leaning on the table with both elbows, staring at you like you’d busted out his car window and shot his dog. 

DAMNNN EDDIE IS SHOOK THE HOUSE DOWN BOOTS

Freeman looked at Brady with dead eyes, the shutdown of his feelings was an automatic attempt by his body to try and keep from grabbing Brady by the shirt in a fit rage, and turned the paper to reveal the name written to Brady. 

Am I… Edward Freeman…?

“What crime?”

“The one with the guy and the girl. It’s all in there.”

OHHH KENNETH. THIS IS NOT GOOD 😬

“What does that matter! It’s an illegal hooch den! Naked dancers! Race mixing! She admitted she-,” Brady was pacing a small three foot by three foot square in front of the desk. Freeman had his arms crossed while seated.

KENNETH “CLUTCHING MY PEARLS” BRADY

Freeman sighed, long and heavy. A huff of breath that somehow conveyed his disappointment better than words.

THE WAY I CAN HEAR THIS. Edward is so tired 😩

“I know she’s involved. I know her guy did it. And I know someone’s killing people. Lots of people.” He said it confidently into the corner of the office.

I just… hate how fucking right he is though

“One complaint about you and you’re being chained to a desk. Cut her loose, apologize, and go home. I don’t wanna see you anymore tonight. Your freaky little eyes are getting under my skin.” His captain removed his small rounded glasses and rubbed his hands down his face, exasperated his life had come to telling men to stop doing their jobs.

YOUR FREAKY LITTLE EYES ARE GETTING UNDER MY SKIN — I’M SCREAMING 😂🙈

With a scoff and a shake of your head, you found yourself, “No,  but I wish he had. What’s the point of being good if people assume the worst of you anyway?” Reaching out for his hand again, you held his large one in both of your smaller ones, “At least if he’d killed him I’d be sure Tommy’s never coming back to keep his promise.”

GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

The paralysis set in as soon as the door was shut. You could hear Alastor’s name echoing around in your head, the sound so sharp it made fresh tears well. Brady had heard it, of course. It was for nothing. You worked so hard, kept his name off of your tongue despite the way it always felt so good there. 

UGHHHHH MY HEARTT

Brady wasn’t crazy, he was smart and lucky.

ain’t it the fucking truth 😩

Brady smiled, and for a moment you forgot how scary that should be. “No. You’re a liar and you’re aiding a criminal. But you work in a place I’m not supposed to bother. Luckily for me, Alastor’s work surely isn’t one.” Your eyes rolled. Hearing him say the name was like hearing a dog sing opera. Unsettling and unnatural. Perhaps a little impressive from a distance. Unfortunately you were front row and center.

KENNETH YOUR VITRIOL I SWEAR TO GODDD

Briefly he entertained grabbing you and violently shaking you until you confessed. He managed to find the strength to bury that down, mouth opening instead in preparation for words he didn’t have yet.

I SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS SHINING THROUGHHH🎶

Brady motioned with his thumb down the hall and said, “Your guy isn’t here to pick you up. Funny name by the way. I got a complaint for an Alastor last week. Socked some man for no good reason. Sounds like a violent fella, kinda guy with a temper when someone speaks I’ll of his lady, or fiancé, I’m told…Anyway, dropped the case since the guy wouldn’t give any more information but maybe I should follow up.”

WILLIAM. I knew I needed to remember you for a reason… I was wrong the last time, but I KNEW YOU WERE A SNAKE AND A BITCH

He didn’t move. He couldn’t let you take this moment from him. He’d made a massive victory in this personal war and your nonchalant attitude was making something in the back of his skull itch. Somewhere beneath his bone. A new sensation.

MY LORD THIS MAN IS PISSED 😰

A man unable to control his face was often a man unable to control his hands.

OH MY GOD

“This won’t end like you think it will.” He said it too loudly for how close he was to you, “It never does for the women.” He stopped at the station’s front desk and leaned into the glossy wooden counter, “Oh! I almost forgot! Congrats on the engagement.”

Kenny you can’t be cunt… don’t make me like you because you’re cunt 😩

Like a leak in the hull of your iron-sided ship, it seemed the second Ruth so sweetly dripped that name into Brady’s waiting maw the ocean was spilling in. Every time you heard it fall from another person’s mouth the breach in your metal barriers tore wider. If the Titanic could sink in calm weather what luck did Alastor and you have in the tempest of Brady’s fervor?

Words do not exist to articulate what this whole paragraph means to me… but you know Hazel 🥺♥️

He shook his head and handed you the card, “He said,” a pause as his eyes rolled up to search for the exact words, “to tell the host you’re there for him. Called it the Golden Dish, but the card doesn’t mention anything like that…. Sorry, I didn’t think to ask more questions. Like I said, he seemed out of sorts.”

I NEED TO HUG HIM IMMEDIATELY

What was the Golden Dish? And who was kissing Alastor’s business cards?

AAHHHH!! I THINK I KNOW WHO IT IS 👀✨

A Doe in Fall (Part 12)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie📍

Part 12 Eddie

Brady tried to cut some corners to bring you and Alastor down but ends up just hurting himself.

「Warnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem!Reader, still not smut cuz we’re waiting for the special moment, po-po, 5-0, down at the gun club, not an accurate portrayal of 1930s New Orleans Leadership, mystery kisses, brief thoughts of violence, illiteracy, @minkdelovely」

MDNI 👮 🚓

Edward Freeman met Kenneth Brady when the younger man was partnered with him. He was bright eyed, and had a sense of justice Freeman appreciated. He was already tired of the rigamarole of police work, so the fresh energy reinvigorated his early days and long nights. It was rather pointless though, police work, given the people in charge weren’t fans of cracking down on the illegal booze business. It was making too much money under the tables and in handshakes.

The nation was still reeling from the crash of the market nearly two years prior. Any way to get ahead, to stay with your chin above the rising waters, well… what harm is there really in feeding your family? The end justifies the means, right? And Brady didn’t seem to disagree too much with that sentiment. 

So when the typically stringent, but otherwise soft spoken and relaxed, Brady began to…devolve into someone a little too myopic, Freeman wasn’t quite sure how to handle him. They’d been rather laissez-faire about the morality of things for so long. They tried to keep violence at a minimum so their fellow citizens could enjoy their city. That was the extent of it. But, Brady was becoming obsessed. 

It started normally enough. Brady bringing up a missing husband. Later on, a missing bartender. Soon he was snooping on to other’s cases, convinced something was connecting them. 

But, given the times and the character of such people, well, Freeman couldn’t quite understand Brady’s fervor. Sure. Some of them probably ended up under backyards and in the water. Hell, quite a few of them he’d have helped do away once he got the real dirt on them. A conspiracy? Or a mass killer? That seemed implausible at best. There was simply no indication of a grande scheme. 

Brady kept pushing. Walking the streets at night with ears open and eyes peeled, for any inkling of what was going on. 

He just couldn’t accept that sometimes people leave town or jobs. Very few of them were actually reported by loved ones, even the ones that had them.

Then came along the widow Dupre, watery eyed and shaking about her missing adult son. Who, from what they’d uncovered, was a real piece of work.

Freeman let Brady start his investigation, but as it became clear he was adding it to his pile of random disappearances, Freeman had to step away. He could see the obsession ruining his friend. 

At a rare dinner with the families, the stress on Brady’s wife’s face was visible for all to see. She cornered Freeman in the kitchen when he went for more coffee, asking if Brady was stepping out on her or if he truly had been working so hard on something big. 

He hardly knew what to say. Neither were true. He’d been working late, but on a wild goose chase. 

When he dragged a clean cut and confused woman into the station, Freeman knew he’d really lost the fucking plot. 

“She’s his accomplice. I know it. Her fella is the man. I’ve got him fingered.” Brady pointed at you through the closed door. You weren’t listening to their voices in the hall, the name still ringing in your head. The name you'd both sacrificed to keep secret. 

Alastor.

Freeman hissed, “You can’t arrest people for knowing a guy! A boogie man at that, Kenny. Come on.” 

“I have her confession for prostitution. It’s all clean and by the book. And, I have a witness.” Brady tapped Freeman’s arm with the back of his hand and led him down the hall to another room, “He saw her and her guy throw a body in the river.”

Well, shit.

“You found a body? The Dupre son?” Freeman considered what he’d said. The river? Why the river? Bodies didn’t always make it to the sea. It’d be a sloppy misstep for this supposed murderous mastermind.

Brady sighed, his parade a little rained on. “...No, but I have a witness right there. And, I got the name of her fella. I just need to find which station he’s at and I’m off to the races. I bet you my house this guy’s good for it.”

Ah, so. He had next to nothing. Freeman just nodded and took a calming breath. “Alright, are we starting with the woman or this guy?”

“Oh, for sure her.” Bready turned to open the door, but Freeman shot his hand out to stop him. 

“And this is the one who gave you the runaround?” Freeman had heard so much about you already, he wanted to prepare himself for whatever tricky shrew was waiting for him. He followed his partner through the door and took you in fully. Your stare was distant and glassy. You’d been crying and you seemed to be shaking slightly from the cold of the room as fall’s night air slipped in through the window. 

You could, reasonably, be his daughter. A similar age for sure, similar build, same hair color. Same penchant for the wrong kinda guy, apparently.

He recalled all of the ways Brady had spoken about you. The image in his head was a bird faced woman with sharp eagle eyes and tight lips. Someone decidedly ugly with a permanent scowl and mischief behind quick glances.

And here was a woman, vulnerable and quite nice to look at it. Hair obviously groomed well when not manhandled by cops, and a rather handsome dress which indicated a good personality by the current standards. The shoulders had flat bows that let their ribbons fall onto your bare shoulders. Feminine. Suitable. Not much skin showing. otherwise. A burlesquer seemed to the kind who didn’t wear clothes often, but he supposed everyone has a work uniform after all. Even the nude dancers. Who was he to judge you for your professional clothing requirements? You were here and modest and that’s what mattered.

He took a seat, sliding the folder Brady had set down into the space in front of him. “I hear you’re not too fond of disclosing your personal information.”

It had been several hours since you’d arrived, and now they chose to grace you with their presence? You’d been tossed into a room and left alone for so long, it seemed more like punishment than bureaucracy.

Brady’s bright blue eyes only get clearer and darker with every ounce of anger you inspired in him. An angry sea churning up violently behind his mean mug. He was practically sneering at you. 

“Can you blame me? The men in this city are certifiable. Case in point, this hound you call a cop.” You had the forethought to keep your shoulders pulled inward, gesturing with your chin.

“Detective.” Brady corrected. 

“Same thing, jackass.” Eyes rolling, you pushed back against the chair causing the front legs to lift for a second. Returning your glare to him, you honed in on the messy details. You remembered his hair well from that first meeting in front of the cafe. It clearly had become oily and weighed down from less frequent washing. The skin under his eyes was looking dark and thin. “You look like shit, by the way. Should sleep instead of bothering honest performers.”

“Ha, there you are. True colors shining through finally.”

“How was my mom? Not much of a talker.”

“Fu-,” Brady flinched forward, chair squeaking against the linoleum floor. It took a tensing of your arms to keep from openly reacting.

“Ya’ll, enough. Now, don’t be too sour with us. We’re just working off your own words,” Freeman opened the folder to find your confession. It had been typed nice and neat and labeled DOE, JANE. He turned it to you briefly, eyebrows hitching as if to ask if you remembered it. You glanced at it long enough to see the conversation and names and nodded. Yes, you’d had that conversation. Brady must have typed it mostly from memory, you thought, or he had some quick shorthand. He brought it back to face him and as his eyes roamed the sheet, his shoulders stiffened. He wasn’t seeing what he was expecting. “Could you-?,” he motioned for Brady to point out the part of your last conversation that constituted a confession. Brady tapped a line of text. 

BRADY - Tell me about the dates Tommy arranged. DOE, JANE - Apparently many of the dancers agreed, got a cut. I had no idea about it until he introduced me to a man who was very forward. I insulted him and ran off. Lost Tommy good money, apparently. BRADY - And who was that? DOE, JANE - S something. Mister Stein? I honestly wasn’t listening much after I realized what was happening. BRADY - And then he knocked you around? DOE, JANE - Yeah. Got me good. BRADY - And… the next date. Last time anyone saw Tommy. Tell me about that. DOE, JANE - Tommy said he’d kill me if I didn’t go. So I did. Promised me he’d stay with me for protection. But as soon as he got his money he left.

Freeman’s head lifted slowly from the paper to look at you over the folder, across the table. Your arms were crossed, makeup smeared and running with long dried tears. Your hair mussed. His head turned with a crawl, weighted down with a steel ball of apprehensive horror, to look at Brady. He was leaning on the table with both elbows, staring at you like you’d busted out his car window and shot his dog. 

“Can I speak to you for a moment?” He pushed back, resting his hand on Brady’s shoulder and walking out. In the small room that looked into the interrogation room where the male witness fidgeted, he set the folder and your words down. 

He motioned for Brady to close the door behind him. As soon as the latch clicked into place, he smacked the table. 

“That isn’t a confession! It’s a fucking victim statement, Kenny.” He looked through the one way glass at the man seated, “And he wrote a witness report?” He gestured with his head, the man Brady called Joseph sat quietly waiting for their return. His clothes were pulling at the seams, his fingernails crusted with dirt. 

Brady nodded, “Yeah. He came in yesterday and after he told me what he saw he wrote it down there and signed.” He was pointing to a piece of paper he’d left on the same table Kenny was now trying to use for stability. Trying was the keyword. His disbelief was dizzying. 

A small laugh, petulant and bordering annoyed, left his lips. He grabbed a pen, wrote something down, and brushed past him. Freeman marched into the witness room, Brady closely following behind.

“Sir, do me a favor and check I’ve spelt your name properly on this paperwork please.” He held it up. The man looked, found where Freeman's finger was pointing, and nodded.

Freeman looked at Brady with dead eyes, the shutdown of his feelings was an automatic attempt by his body to try and keep from grabbing Brady by the shirt in a fit rage, and turned the paper to reveal the name written to Brady. 

Josanna. Written neatly in block letters. 

Without breaking eye contact with Brady, “And just refresh my memory, sir, what was your statement in regards to again?”

Joseph cleared his throat, “I saw it happen. Down by the river.”

“Saw what happen?”

“The crime.”

“What crime?”

“The one with the guy and the girl. It’s all in there.”

Freeman shoved the written statement into Brady’s chest, “You have half a second to get to the captain’s office before I do.” 

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“That man can’t even read his own name let alone write. From what I can tell he’s a random homeless you plied with confiscated booze. What is going on with you?” The gray haired man bellowed from his chair, hands resting on a large pot belly. 

“What does that matter! It’s an illegal hooch den! Naked dancers! Race mixing! She admitted she-,” Brady was pacing a small three foot by three foot square in front of the desk. Freeman had his arms crossed while seated.

“A victim told you she was assaulted. And I-,” the captain leaned back in his chair, “You know exactly how we feel about the wet spots in this city. The, uh, race thing is another issue but— Kenny, you’re one more rogue act from losing your beat. Do you not get that?”

“Rogue? I’m doing legitimate police work. I’m investigating crime! What the fuck is happening here?!” He stopped pacing long enough wave an apology to his boss for the language. 

Freeman sighed, long and heavy. A huff of breath that somehow conveyed his disappointment better than words.

“I decide what constitutes police work and this is not that.” His boss shook his chair side to side, thinking about how to get Brady in line. “It comes straight from the commissioner and the mayor above him. We aren’t to hound the bars under our purview.”

‘I’m not!” He started up pacing again, hands up and open in genuine confused frustration. 

“You’re harassing their dancers! Stalking around their establishments at night freaking people out!” He laughed in disbelief, “Her manager is outside now. Had to shut down for the night because of your little show.”

Brady put his hands on his hips and faced away from the captain. His face enough alone to have him dismissed. 

“I know she’s involved. I know her guy did it. And I know someone’s killing people. Lots of people.” He said it confidently into the corner of the office.

“Kenny. Enough.” Freeman shook his head and stood to leave. 

“One complaint about you and you’re being chained to a desk. Cut her loose, apologize, and go home. I don’t wanna see you anymore tonight. Your freaky little eyes are getting under my skin.” His captain removed his small rounded glasses and rubbed his hands down his face, exasperated his life had come to telling men to stop doing their jobs.

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While you were here anyway, and Brady shooed off Joseph, Freeman decided to speak with you again. He offered you a nod and took Brady’s seat.

It was hard to be friendly, you found. Every minute or so you had to sniffle, nose running long after the tears dried up. Your eyelashes stuck together when you blinked.

“I’m afraid I didn’t get your name, sir.” You sniffled again, hands warming your arms.

Freeman leaned over and offered you his hand, “Detective Eddie Freeman.” You shook it, keeping your hand rather limp to give the appearance of weakness.

“I just-,” he laughed as he set his hand on the table, clicking his ring twice out of habit, “I gotta ask. Did your fella kill Tommy? Are you in some kinda trouble?”

With a scoff and a shake of your head, you found yourself, “No,  but I wish he had. What’s the point of being good if people assume the worst of you anyway?” Reaching out for his hand again, you held his large one in both of your smaller ones, “At least if he’d killed him I’d be sure Tommy’s never coming back to keep his promise.”

Your mother always taught you to make yourself small. Remind the people you needed to believe you that you were not a threat. Play the part they always pigeon holed you into. It was easier than fighting the assumptions. There was power in deception. 

“Your pal is really ruining my life. Even more than Tommy.” You squeezed, 30% strength.  

When you looked up at him, he could only find you to be the image of pitiful girl, “Let me check some things and I’ll have Kenny sending you on your way, miss-?”

“Doe.”

“Right.” His ring rapped against the bright wooden door frame, two times, and your brief time knowing Freeman ended. 

The paralysis set in as soon as the door was shut. You could hear Alastor’s name echoing around in your head, the sound so sharp it made fresh tears well. Brady had heard it, of course. It was for nothing. You worked so hard, kept his name off of your tongue despite the way it always felt so good there. 

Conjured images of Alastor barging into the police station haunted you. What would he say in anger? Brady wasn’t crazy, he was smart and lucky. Nothing could be worse. Alastor could say anything while mad, and Brady could make conclusions he had no business jumping to.

And then he was there in the room with you, and you had to return to the moment and try to calibrate yourself. Who were you now? He already knew you weren’t the damsel in distress, he knew you weren’t weak and frail. Right?

Maybe you’d just be yourself, like you’d let slipped earlier. Your mouth opened and his hand flew up, “Don’t. Shut it.”

“Excu-”

“I’ve been told to apologize and send you home.”

“Oh? And are you?”

Brady smiled, and for a moment you forgot how scary that should be. “No. You’re a liar and you’re aiding a criminal. But you work in a place I’m not supposed to bother. Luckily for me, Alastor’s work surely isn’t one.” Your eyes rolled. Hearing him say the name was like hearing a dog sing opera. Unsettling and unnatural. Perhaps a little impressive from a distance. Unfortunately you were front row and center.

Time with you felt so rare, he wanted to keep you a little longer but couldn’t think of what to say or do. Briefly he entertained grabbing you and violently shaking you until you confessed. He managed to find the strength to bury that down, mouth opening instead in preparation for words he didn’t have yet. 

“Can I go home now?” Rubbing your arms to make it clear how uncomfortable you were, you cut him off like he had you. Not that he had anything to say. 

Brady motioned with his thumb down the hall and said, “Your guy isn’t here to pick you up. Funny name by the way. I got a complaint for an Alastor last week. Socked some man for no good reason. Sounds like a violent fella, kinda guy with a temper when someone speaks I’ll of his lady, or fiancé, I’m told…Anyway, dropped the case since the guy wouldn’t give any more information but maybe I should follow up.”

“Are you so sure I have one, a guy that is?” You simply couldn’t admit Alastor was yours. Never. Not for Brady. “No one’s coming for me. No one’s punched anyone for me either. Though, I’m flattered you think I’m worth the charge. Am I free to leave?” The little tug of your lips into a halfhearted grin warmed you. It was thrilling, lying to his face when you both knew the truth.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t let you take this moment from him. He’d made a massive victory in this personal war and your nonchalant attitude was making something in the back of his skull itch. Somewhere beneath his bone. A new sensation.

A brief and violent flash of knocking the smirk off your tear stained face startled him. You noticed him swallow hard, expression shifting from amused to bewildered. From the outside, all you could read was a frightened widening of his eyes.

“Brady…? If you’re waiting for some man to collect me, I’ll be here all night.” Your voice was softer now, while you couldn’t uncover what was happening in his head, you could tell he was in some kind of turmoil.

A man unable to control his face was often a man unable to control his hands.

His legs lifted his body up and dragged him over to the door.  He opened it, slowly, before leaning against the wall beside it to ensure you passed him in close quarters. He knew he couldn’t keep you there forever.

Maybe this Alastor was a real rough fellow. So cruel he wouldn’t even care if his dame was in a bind. The kind of man to abandon his closest allies when cornered. Maybe he really wasn’t coming for you. Which was fine, he told himself. He’d be seeing him soon.

Following you out, he took the walk as an opportunity to warn you again.

“This won’t end like you think it will.” He said it too loudly for how close he was to you, “It never does for the women.” He stopped at the station’s front desk and leaned into the glossy wooden counter, “Oh! I almost forgot! Congrats on the engagement.”

Turning to say a harsh good night, you caught yourself and turned back, exiting through the station doors without another word to him. No need for polite pleasantries anymore. The game was well and truly over for you. 

“Oh thank god,” Johnny was sitting on the steps of the station and jumped to his feet when you came out, a sight you weren’t expecting. You stopped, confused. He smiled seeing your brows knit and eyes wander past him in search of someone else, “I was going to bail you out but they said there wasn’t any need. Alastor is waiting for you.” 

Like a leak in the hull of your iron-sided ship, it seemed the second Ruth so sweetly dripped that name into Brady’s waiting maw the ocean was spilling in. Every time you heard it fall from another person’s mouth the breach in your metal barriers tore wider. If the Titanic could sink in calm weather what luck did Alastor and you have in the tempest of Brady’s fervor?

“Oh…,” you tried to hide the dejection. He sent Johnny? That was smart, but, why did it sting?

Perhaps it was his six sisters, or maybe he was genuinely a good man, but Johnny’s heart ached at the pitiful tone. He leapt up two steps, “He wanted to come! But I told him it was a bad idea. Tempers and all that. Don’t need any more issues for you tonight. Though admittedly he didn’t seem mad, necessarily.”

A slow nod. Johnny told Alastor what to do? Your eyes looked to the left, that was an odd mental image.

“Thanks, Johnny. I need to return to the theater first.” Your hand reached out for his arm and gave it a squeeze, “I appreciate you.”

“Dont mention it. And your bag is with Alastor.” He let his hand come to yours, “He’s kind of a mess, that one.”

You tensed, accidentally pinching his arm in a flit of panic before drawing it back, “Did he drive home like that?”

He shook his head and handed you the card, “He said,” a pause as his eyes rolled up to search for the exact words, “to tell the host you’re there for him. Called it the Golden Dish, but the card doesn’t mention anything like that…. Sorry, I didn’t think to ask more questions. Like I said, he seemed out of sorts.”

You looked down to inspect it, nervous at the sudden introduction of a paper trail. Nodding, you finally took it with both hands. The face was rather plain: an address in the corner with just the number and street, and an interlocked G and D in the center. Turning it over, you found a pink lipstick kiss stained haphazardly across the back and a small squiggle. Your thumb ran over the clipped right bottom corner. 

What was the Golden Dish? And who was kissing Alastor’s business cards?

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MLWTBB: Master and Commander

Part 11 of the “My Life With The Bad Batch” series, a (mostly) canon compliant self-insert story set in “The Bad Batch”  

rated: T warnings: descriptions of food and eating, implied self-harm, gun violence relationships: Hunter/self-insert, Omega & self-insert (adopted siblings), The Bad Batch & self-insert chapter word count: 2500+ words

✨MLWTBB masterlist✨

summary: when Hannah’s already hectic life becomes almost too much to bear, Master Gildish gifts her a new companion to help ease the burdens, as well as give Hannah a new friend to live with. however, the Bad Batch are not so thrilled with Hannah’s new robotic ally, which causes major tension in Hannah’s relationship with Echo and Hunter.

notes: I’ve seen a bunch of art in the past depicting Battle Droids wearing clothes and thought it was absolutely adorable. you’ll definitely be seeing this boy sport different outfits in the future, but for now, he gets the good ol’ Star Wars poncho 😁

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

previous chapter

Chapter 3: Curious Inquiries

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Droids had always fascinated Hannah. Even as a child, they interested her, to the point where she often lamented the fact that she never got to have one of her own. There had been far too many times where she and her sister had asked for one, only to be told by their parents that droids were too expensive and hard to maintain. Droids in general were a rare sight on Astreon, and the ones that did exist there were used solely for work purposes. Every time Hannah got to see one, she felt like the luckiest girl in the galaxy.

Owning a droid had truly always been a dream of Hannah’s. And now... she finally had one.

The only problem was... it just so happened to be a type of droid that her family of Clones was going to absolutely despise.

Thankfully, the same couldn’t be said for the droid. His system reboot had erased all memory of the Clone Wars from his databanks, which meant he didn’t remember that his mortal enemies were Clone Troopers. But it also made it much harder just trying to explain the mere concept of them to him.

“Soooo, you’re telling me, your real family is dead, but your new family is a bunch of guys who were cloned from another guy, but were changed so that they don’t even look like that guy anymore?” The Battle Droid Commander scratched his head in confusion as he walked behind Hannah.

“Most of them, yes,” Hannah replied with a nod. “One of them was in an accident that caused him to need cybernetic replacements, that’s all. And one of them is... just a girl instead of a boy. She’s also the oldest one, but looks younger than all of them. Don’t ask why, even I don’t really understand that aspect of it.”

“Well, regardless of how they look, they all sound like very nice people!” the Battle Droid cheerfully responded, strutting with an equally cheerful spring in his step. “I can’t wait to meet them, master!”

Hannah let out a small sigh and shook her head. Although it was a good thing the droid didn’t remember who Clone Troopers were, the same couldn’t be said for the opposite, and that was not a conversation she was looking forward to. 

“Yeah, that’ll definitely be... interesting. And also, not gonna lie, it’s kinda weird hearing you call me that.”

“What; master?”

“Yeah.”

“But... that’s what you are, isn’t it?”

“I mean... I guess?” Hannah shrugged for emphasis. “But that’s what I call Master Gildish, so I dunno, it just feels weird.”

“Well, what would you like me to call you instead, master?”

Another sigh left Hannah’s lips, along with a chuckle. “I... don’t know! I’ll have to think about it. You could just call me by my real name, I don’t mind.”

“Alright! There’s only one problem though...”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know your real name yet, master!”

Hannah broke out into laughter and covered her mouth to muffle the loudness of it. The alley they were walking through may have been concealed in darkness, but that didn’t mean she wanted anybody to hear them there. “It’s Hannah,” she told him after her laughter had finally died down.

“Ahh ok! Then it’s a pleasure to work for you, Master Hannah!”

Yet another sigh, coupled with an eyeroll. Clearly, Hannah’s efforts were a lost cause on this poor, naïve soul, and she gave up on trying to correct him after that.

Suddenly, the Battle Droid stopped walking, prompting Hannah to stop as well. “What?” she asked after turning towards him.

“Uhh... I just realized,” the Battle Droid said as he scratched the side of his head with a single finger. “I don’t remember what my name is...”

“Oh...” Hannah looked down solemnly for a moment. “Guess we’ll have to figure out a name for you too. Honestly, you probably didn’t even have a name before. Most droids just have a designation that they go by.”

“Well, I don’t remember that either. I don’t remember anything!” 

Despite the subject matter, the Battle Droid didn’t sound upset at all. He almost sounded cheerful, ironically. If Gildish was right and the droid had maintained his personality somehow, then Hannah seriously began to wonder how such a cheerful Battle Droid managed to exist in the first place. Especially if he was supposed to be a Commander.

“I... guess you’ll just have to create some new memories then.” Hannah beckoned the droid to continue following, and he did so with a continued spring in his robotic step.

Soon, they were out of the dark alley and back into the streets of the city again. The last lamp dimmed behind them as they exited, leaving just the surrounding neon signs of the buildings to illuminate the area. Despite the low light, the Battle Droid let out a curious hum and gave a good look around their surroundings. He quickly discovered that the place he’d been rebooted in was not pleasant at all. 

“Wow,” he said as he carefully stepped around a pile of garbage. “This place is disgusting. Does nobody clean up around here?”

“Are you talking about the streets or Gil’s workshop?” Hannah asked while chuckling. “Cause the answer is no for both.”

“Well, somebody should do that.” The Battle Droid kicked away an empty can with his larger foot and shook his head in disgust.

“Don’t look at me,” Hannah said while shaking her head. “I have enough to deal with at my job as it is.”

Hearing that, the droid curiously asked what Hannah’s job was. She answered by letting him know she was a bartender at Cid’s parlor, which led to explanations of both the parlor and what a bartender was.

“So you get paid to just stand around and pour drinks for people all day?” the Battle Droid asked once Hannah was done explaining everything.

“Essentially, yeah. Honestly, my position should also be classified as a janitor from all the cleaning I do too...” Hannah let out a grumpy sigh and rolled her eyes.

“Sounds like you hate it,” the Battle Droid plainly stated.

Hannah shrugged a bit. “I mean, it’s not my preferred job, that’s for sure. But it’s all I have. And it keeps me in my apartment, so...”

“What’s an apartment?” the Battle Droid asked in the same curious tone he’d been using all night.

A smile grew on Hannah’s face, and she shook her head incredulously at him. “You sure ask a lot of questions, huh?”

“Only cause I don’t remember anything!” 

Again, the droid maintained a cheerful disposition despite the context of his words. It was incredibly endearing, and the smile on Hannah’s face remained. Internally, she was telling herself to not get too attached in case she ended up giving the droid to someone else. But pretty much everyone who knew her knew how quickly she got attached to things, and she could already tell it was going to be nearly impossible to get rid of him before they even got home.

“Oh shoot,” Hannah suddenly exclaimed.

“Shoot what?” The Battle Droid began looking around, like he was trying to spot potential enemies, but then stopped and looked at his own hands. “Oh wait, I don’t have a weapon...”

“No, no,” Hannah said while holding back a laugh. “That wasn’t an order. You really need to—ugh, never mind.” She let out a sigh and crossed her arms thoughtfully. “I just realized that I was about to make myself a moving target. As if it isn’t already dangerous enough around here.”

“Dangerous?”

“Yeah, this isn’t the friendliest city in the galaxy. Especially at night.”

The Battle Droid began looking around again, this time in a more paranoid state.

“And I’d basically be asking for trouble if I started going around with a droid like you.” Hannah sighed yet again, then stepped into the workshop.

“I could protect you if I had a weapon!” the Battle Droid proudly stated. “I may not be a soldier anymore, but I still know how to fight! ...I think.”

Hannah’s mouth spread into a wide grin hearing that. The droid almost sounded like one of the Clones, and it tickled her immensely. “That’s alright,” she replied. She rummaged in her bag for a moment, then pulled a torchlight out to see better in the dimly lit workshop. “I know how to avoid trouble around here. Plus...” She faced the droid and pulled something else out of her bag. Her blaster spun around once on her finger as a smirk grew on her face. “I also know how to protect myself.���

“Oh...” 

For once, the Battle Droid sounded genuinely disappointed. It made sense considering gunfighting was what he was literally created for. But like the Clones, Hannah was sure he would find something else to do in time. And unlike the Clones, he could be reprogrammed for it if need be.

“Aha, this should do.” Hannah leaned down to grab something and came back up with some sort of sheet or cover in her hands. “I’m sure Gil won’t mind me borrowing this. He owes me as much...” 

After shaking out the dust and dirt, Hannah came up to the droid with the sheet draped over one arm. Then in one swift movement, she slung the sheet around the droid and began affixing it to his body like a makeshift cloak. By the end of it, all but the droid’s lower legs and head were now concealed by the sheet.

“Cozy!” The Battle Droid exclaimed once Hannah had finished. “I was feeling a bit shivery, thanks!”

Giggles erupted out of Hannah, and she shook her head at him. “This is for stealth purposes. People around here don’t really like Battle Droids.”

“Oh.” The Battle Droid cocked his head curiously and asked why.

“That... is a conversation for another time,” Hannah answered, her eyes going a bit wide. Hopefully, she wouldn’t ever have to have that conversation...

Most of the droid was now covered, but there was still the issue of the droid’s exposed head. Hannah began pondering what she could do with a thoughtful pose, much like her partner was known to do. She could continue rummaging through the workshop, but that felt like too much effort. Plus, she was already well ready to return home. So against her better nature, Hannah let out another sigh and hesitantly removed her beloved scarf from her neck.

“Alright, I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Hannah said while staring up at the droid intensely. “This scarf here is extremely important to me. I rarely let it out of my sight. But I’m letting you borrow it until we get back to my place. Do not let anything happen to this scarf until I ask for it back, understand?”

For once, the droid didn’t question her and simply replied with a nod of his head and a “roger roger”. Hannah returned the nod, then began affixing the scarf around the droid’s head like a hood. A small smile grew on her lips as she remembered the last time she’d done this for similar reasons to Hunter. Unlike then though, the scarf didn’t fit very well around the droid, leaving half of his long snout-like head still exposed. He now looked like some weird droid version of Emperor Palpatine himself.

“How do I look?” the Battle Droid asked. “I can’t see, so you have to tell me what it looks like.”

Hannah could barely contain her laughter and sputtered behind her own hands. “Yeah, this is definitely just a temporary fix. Maybe we can find something better along the way...” 

“Well, I’ll try to keep a lookout while we’re walking,” the Battle Droid said, facing almost the complete opposite direction from Hannah. “I still can’t see, so I can’t promise I’ll do any good.”

By that point, Hannah was sure she was going to pass out from laughing so much. “Ok, first of all...” She tugged the scarf back a bit so the droid could actually see. “And secondly, we won’t be walking.”

“Oh?” The Battle Droid adjusted the scarf a bit more, then curiously looked to where Hannah was standing. Behind her sat the speeder bike, still adorned with its racer-like colors and flame decals. If the droid’s eyes could’ve grown larger, they would have.  “Whoooooa... sweet ride.”

Hannah let out a snicker as she climbed on the bike. “Oh, wait until you see how fast it can go.” 

Her hand patted the spot behind her to signal the droid over, and he enthusiastically stepped over to take a seat. It took some effort to get him situated, but eventually they were finally ready to go. Hannah told the droid to hold on tight, which he did with surprising strength. His metallic fingers dug into Hannah’s skin through her clothes, causing her to wince in pain.

“Whoops! Sorry!” The Battle Droid eased his grip and chuckled sheepishly.

“And I thought Wrecker had a strong grip,” Hannah quipped as she rubbed her own shoulders.

Out of embarrassment, the droid removed his hands entirely from Hannah. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I could always--” He was cut off by Hannah reaching around and grabbing one of his hands.

“It’s fine,” she reassured him. “You’re still learning, don’t worry about it.” Still clutching his hand, she pulled it forward and wrapped it around her waist, then did the same with his other hand so both arms were now gripped around her. She also gave him a reassuring smile and chuckled softly. “This is much better, right?”

The Battle Droid nodded his head with an “uh-huh”. Then he curiously watched her in silence for a moment while she turned the bike on and got ready to go. 

He couldn’t explain it, but something about his new master made him feel something he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before. The way she was treating him felt... different. Like he’d never experienced something as simple as kindness before. And it was a welcome feeling, for sure.

“Master Hannah?”

Hannah turned her head back to look at him. “Yeah?”

If droids could smile, he would’ve definitely been smiling at her. “You’re a very nice person.”

Unlike the droid, Hannah could smile, and her lips spread into a flattered grin. “And you’re a very nice droid.”

“Aww, thanks!”

With one last giggle, Hannah revved the engine of her bike before taking off, making the droid reel back with a loud “whoa!!” At first, the droid was perfectly fine and thought the trip was going to be a breeze. But the legitimate breeze created from how fast Hannah drove made him have to hold onto his scarf hood to keep it from blowing away. Thankfully, he was strong enough to hold on to Hannah with only one arm.

“Do you always drive this fast?” the Battle Droid asked her.

“No,” she replied before her lips spread into another grin. “Sometimes I go faster.”

Hearing that somehow both excited the droid and worried him. His new master was certainly going to be interesting, that was for sure...

[next chapter]

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Promises Made, Promises Kept

Summary: Soldier Boy knows she's coming for him one day.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: The Boys level violence (look at the gif 😬) descriptions of torture, brief mentions of drug use and sex, nothing explicit.

Pairings: None.

Word Count: 683

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Use the title: Promises Made, Promises Kept.

A/N 2: So, in this fic, I've made Soldier Boy a fairly sympathetic character. I've already seen the odd salty comment pop up saying that Soldier Boy is a terrible character and we should stop seeing him as sympathetic. But I would argue that as of right now, the show has made him sympathetic too.

Now, of course that might change. There's a very real chance within the world of The Boys I will end up hating Soldier Boy. But the last episode made me feel very bad for him, as I can't stand the thought of ANYONE going through 30 plus years of torture. I can honestly say, no one deserves that. Not Homelander, not Stormfront, not Soldier Boy. Kill them to stop them hurting innocents? Of course, go for it. But torture, especially that incredibly brutal, extended torture is beyond horrifying to me and imo, should never be used!

This long ass ramble is just to say, please don't come at me if you already hate Soldier Boy; just know that this fic takes a sympathetic look at the character, so don't read it if you don't like that idea.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

Both beautiful text dividers, both below and at the bottom, were created by @firefly-graphicsphics .

For a long time he tried to keep count of the days.  They would often say the date when they started filming. So, he knew when he’d been there a month, six months, a year.

But after five years he’d stopped counting. What did it matter? But the hope was still there, still hidden behind the unceasing pain – the hope that someone would come.

No, not someone. Her.

His Countess.

Sometimes, though not often enough, his mind blacked out from the pain. When that would happen, he’d inevitably be back in New York, laying beside her, her red hair splayed out on the white pillow after an incredible round of fucking, fuelled by the coke that was smeared across the mirror on the bedside table.

That’s when they would lay there, both of them knowing that they ruled the world, both of them knowing they were the envy of the entire planet, both of them knowing they were unstoppable.

Both of them blissed out on pheromones and smooth white powder.

“You and me, Ben.” She would say as she climbed on top of him and splayed her hands against his broad chest. “No one between us. No one to stop us.”  Then she would dig her nails into his shoulders, making him grunt with pleasure. Which generally led to him flipping her onto her back and plowing into her until they broke the bed. Or a wall.

Inevitably, though, he would be yanked back from that past paradise with a searing pain in his side as they sliced into him with chainsaws and axes.

He’d endured the experiments for more than two decades, the day that he finally heard her crashing through the compound.  There was no doubt in his mind that it was her, maybe some of the rest of the team too.  But definitely her.

It was what he’d waited for for so long.  He could feel her presence, he knew she was here at last. And sure enough the doors of the examination room were blasted open with a giant ball of red light, the scientists who had tortured him for twenty long years were exploded into chunks of nothing.

And then she was there, her face hovering above him.  Her soft grey eyes were outlined by her red mask; her smile wide and teary as she pulled him free of the restraints.

“You came.” He said, sitting up, wincing from the lingering pain in his body. He cupped her cheek in one hand.  “I knew you would come.”

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, before wrapping her arms around him.  He buried his face in her neck. But instead of the sweet smell she usually wore, he could smell only the acrid stench of burning flesh. As she pulled back from him, he could see that she was laughing at him now. The red light that shot from her palms was burning into his neck and he began to scream.

He woke screaming, the pain of the scientists torch carving burnt tracks into his skin.  As soon as one side of his throat was nothing but peeled, burnt flesh, they moved to the other side. And as fast as they could burn him, his powers healed him, giving them new skin to scorch.

As the Russians pulled the torch away from him, one of the doctors pointed at him, and chuckled at the tear that trickled down his temple. “Look, the Super Soldier little boy, he is crying.”

The man holding the camera laughed along, before he stopped recording and they both agreed to leave the broken hero there while they went to eat.

Before they went, they shot a powerful sedative into his veins, so he would sleep the whole time they were gone, and he silently thanked them for the oblivion. As his eyes closed, and he sank into the darkness again, he could swear he heard her, breaking her way into the compound to save him.

He knew she would come. They were a team.

And they’d promised each other, after all.

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[gregorovitch-adler]

As the Matron talks about an unnamed person who used to be sceptical of all things mysterious, John looks at Sherlock and says, "I know the sort."

I love them so much.

"Unlike the story, the room is very real." 🤭

The way Sherlock keeps interrupting Inspector Barle, already sounding a bit bored of this whole thing, is a bit funny.

"Sexy octopus" - John stfu! 😭

Oh, they've already made the 'Liona' - Lion connection (what Harris tried to write before dying).

Even Barle doesn't think it's murder. Let's see.

The Martini effect phenomenon sounds interesting.

I really like the detailed description of Harris' corpse. Sounds quite interesting and sets up for a dilemma-like situation perfectly. Murder or a brutal sea-creature attack?

And now Sherlock has made a bet with Barle. Barle will have to refund the price of the submersible later on if he turns out to be wrong. Sherlock is that convinced that this isn't an animal attack, but a murder.

Gotta love the background music.

Mariana is understandably concerned about the cost of the submersible, whereas John is really concerned about Sherlock. Nice. :)

Sherlock seems to have solved half the case already. He's only trying to confirm his hypothesis through reverse engineering.

John and Mariana are supposed to gather more info about what Harris' daily activities used to be.

Dunno who Arthur A. Allan is, though.

John seems to love the molluscs a bit too much. 🤭 I hated listening to that burp sound.

Mariana. You're disgusting.

John. You talking to me or the cockle -

😂

Moving on.

"Ice cool." - Now is not the time, John. (Sigh).

I love how warm and considerate John and Mariana were when they tried to talk to Olaf Stackhurst.

Hated how secretive Olaf was being, though. Maybe he was protective himself and others around him who are still alive. 🤷‍♀

Olaf really does think the Bellamys are guilty of Harris' demise. And that Ian Murdoch (Harris' best friend) punched him the night he died.

That was quite a brutal punch, the way Sherlock described it. Lateral incisor and some part of the palate severely harmed. Dental hygiene otherwise fine. Hm.

"We repelled him out of his own house. That's how charming we are." 🤭

And Sherlock with his spade and children's bucket...

I quite like how vigilant John's being in this episode (as always).

S. Even best friends aren't immune to physical assault.

J. Lovely - I'll definitely keep the wits about me in the flat then.

S. Cheerio.

Love these little banters among the three of them as they solve the case. John is quite fixated on Liona in this episode lol.

(Yikes as an ugly memory of BBC Sherlock comes up through this otherwise well-meaning, light-hearted exchange. 😬)

Ooh, Mariana made a nice connection just now. Murdoch is indeed suspicious, being able to by a property that expensive at 27.

Weird that Fitzy had been dating Maud too in the past at some point, and now he's missing/dead.

John's ability to walk around the altitudes and narrate the whole scene at the same time really is impressive.

Jeez, Mariana and John are both so embarrassing in the following conversation as they try to break the ice with Murdoch. 😭 Shut up, John.

Well, I don't like John and Mariana's way of investigating Murdoch. They recklessly throw all the questions at him straight away. There didn't seem to be another way, though. Fair enough, I guess.

Wait, what? The episode is over already? That was so abrupt! Just Ian vaguely throwing the blame at the Bellamys and worrying about Maud Bellamy, and that's it? End of part two? Ok, I guess.

Let's wait for the next episode in a couple of days.

I finally got down to listening to Sherlock&co.

1.) I really like this new take on he Holmes adaptation. It's different and interesting. Sounds fresh.

2.) Their voices are distinct, but personality wise, Sherlock is quite similar to BBC Sherlock's Sherlock. But not John.

3.) John is so hilariously awkward and I get so much second hand embarrassment listening to him. 🤭 But I quite like this new way of characterising him. He is authoritative when he truly needs to be. But the rest of the time, the intro and outro of his podcast are record so pathetically lmfao. Love this John Watson.

4.) Mariana from Hudson's instead of just Mrs Hudson? I thought her character was going to be based on Mary Morstan from ACD canon (because of her name), but not really. She's a completely different character altogether. And Sherlock keeps calling her Mrs Hudson and she keeps correcting him saying it's Mariana from Hudson's. XD I can't say much on her character because I'm just on The Illustrious Client right now, but she sounds likeable.

5.) I love how they chose this story (The Illustrious Client) as their first one in the series of podcasts. I really liked that one in ACD canon too. The plot was quite intriguing and I like this idea a lot.

6.) John always calls him Sherlock but Sherlock calls him Watson sometimes. Many a time, actually. What's that about?

I'll probably make more posts as I keep listening to more. That's all for now.

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[theweirdhybrid]

THANK YOU!!! Finally someone said it. I do try and respect Tripitaka but honestly it's mostly out of respect for Chinese culture. The other part of me wants to shake him like a ragdoll and yell a bit BECAUSE YOU TORTURED YOUR FRIEND REPEATEDLY AND MOST OF THE TIME IT WAS FOR NO GOOD REASON????

Like I understand a lil at the start since from The monk's perspective he just met a 'scary demon' that's all over the place and he didn't know Monkey King but like hhhhhhh later on when they actually know and care about each other it makes me really mad

Yes!! Yes, this is exactly why I’m uncomfortable with Tripitaka! I do have an immense amount of respect for him and the Journey To The West novel, but I also have to put some boundaries regarding my own morals. JTTW is essentially one big “Join my religion because it’s the superior religion” book and it shows in quite a few parts, but it also acknowledges the fact not everyone wants to join that religion and that the other religions are just as real as the one they want you to join (but they do it in a backhanded sorta way). A few things in the book that made me uncomfortable was actions such as physically punishing someone for a mistake with “a few hundred lashes” and it being called ‘merciful’. Tripitaka ceasing the torture on Monkey the first time is described as a merciful and or compassionate action, even though he let it happen for several minutes. Buddha deciding that while Monkey was trapped under the mountain he’d be fed iron pellets and molten copper was described as an act of mercy. These kinds of descriptions made me uncomfortable, because I could never imagine physical abuse as an acceptable way to discipline anyone in even the most extreme circumstances. I get it was really the only way to keep Monkey under control, but the fact Tripitaka punishes him first and then starts demanding answers is just 😬 and there was like, no apology for the torture, ever. (I also admit I could be remembering things wrong, but in my defense I am very tired rn and JTTW is such a long novel that tiny details like that are easily missable and or forgettable)

But, despite this, I still respect and admire JTTW. The characterization is some of the best I’ve ever seen, and the growth of Monkey is incredibly inspiring. JTTW is an important part of Chinese culture, and I have a great deal if respect for it because of that, but I know for a fact a good portion of the people who read it were made uncomfortable by how easily Tripitaka put Monkey through what was essentially a simulation of feeling his head explode over the smallest things. The entire encounter with the White Bone Demon comes to mind, where Monkey was in the right and would’ve been believed had Pigsy not opened his big mouth. That part, particularly, makes me upset because of my own history of being wrongly punished because someone else was believed over me. It also irks me how Monkey actually came back to Tripitaka willingly (on multiple occasions) and still got punished for it. Like, that’s not helping, that’s just traumatizing him!! If he’s getting punished for doing the right thing how the hell does anyone expect him to not be traumatized by that??? Like. Bruh. Seriously. How about instead of immediately punishing him once Monkey comes back of his own free will, you thank him and give him a pat on the head or something instead of making him experience his head exploding and imploding at the same time??? No wonder Monkey was grumpy a good part of the Journey, I’d be grumpy too man.

(Also, note, a good portion of JTTW wouldn’t have happened if someone had just taken the time to sit Monkey down and tell him the rules that even the Jade Emperor and Buddha himself have to follow. Like honestly, I get the fact they’re terrified of him, but did no one think to tell him he can’t eat the peaches from the trees because they’re harvested specifically for a really important banquet? Or at least tell him not to eat all of them and leave enough for the banquet? And if they’d invited him to it in the first place he wouldn’t have trashed it, hell he might’ve even decided he didn’t want to go. But alas, the gods resort to violence every single time. No communication ever gets done. But that’s just my own opinion on it, I still enjoyed the book regardless.)

[embossross]

Hi ! It's me again, your number one fan !

I hope you're doing well. I seem to remember you once said that you'd rather have your comments here than in the comment area, so here we go !

« You want to call the boyfriend and tell him you're on a romantic vacation with your lover? » That's the term « lover » to me. Imagining Hanma saying it and even though it's sarcastic.. 🤌🏻

Shiba siblings 🫶🏻 (except Taiju, no need to explain) I'm so happy to see Yuzuha, the real girlboss of TKR ! Her relationship with Hakkai is so cute, I mean, we all want a brother to buy us a business.

« You just want me to come closer because you're too blind to see me from here » AHAHA GG GIRL 😬

« Hanma is speaking directly to your cunt, in his own universe. » Idk why, but it sounds so poetic, so beautiful ! I love it !

« Whatever baby wants. » ok, I'm liquefying !!!

THE END ????!!! OMG THE ENDING I CAN'T IT'S TOO MUCH ELSSJZODKSJ !

Ok *breath in, breath out*, that's the end of my live reaction. It was amazing, I really loved this chapter and its calm, natural, wild atmosphere. I swear I felt like I could hear the birds, the breeze and the water trickling all along.

Thanks again for sharing this with us <3

Oh before I forget, I saw a while ago that you were looking for recommendations for Hanma fics, if that's still the case, I'd recommend you « his God is a gun » (this one is very cool, you'll find it on AO3) and « deranged love » (aptly named, one of my favorite fics and volume 2 should be coming out in January, also on AO3 but I think it's on tumblr too).

Voilààà I'm done with my usual monologue, sorry, it's getting longer and longer.

See you soon, I'm so excited to read the next chapter 🥰

thank you so much 💗 it's always so fun to relive the chapters through your comments and what draws your eye. it's like seeing it in a completely new way - even though i just edited on monday

touched beyond measure that you feel like you could hear the birds and the breeze and the rest of it. scenic writing is not one of my natural strengths but something i'm actively working at. (i have a powerpoint of bugs, trees, and birds of tokyo saved literally to help me be more dynamic in my descriptions lol). and i really wanted to nail it for this chapter specifically!

you are the 2nd person to recommend god is a gun to me, so i will definitely check it out when i have a chance. bumping it up the queue. and i will look into deranged love too. It sounds interesting.

pls be as long as you want, i love your asks. they make me feel so seen and heard because if you think you have a lot to say, i could talk about every chapter for half as long as i worked on it...so for like 3-5 hours each :)

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Finally back at it, at least for a couple of minutes lol

Ooh a house

AHHH (awh not aah) yeah y'all :D

Hi Bobby 🥰

Hi Athena :DD

Hmm I would assume she's not sure about new houses

Okay okay a lot of bonuses!

It must be rough :((

Athena does have points buuut

Okay yeah some points from Athena :D

Ooh yeah cooking together could be nice 🥰

I mean yeah of course it doesn't honey :(!

Though I will agree it's not really y'all

A bit too bougie xdd

Y'all will find it <33 🥰

Ugh her again 🙄

Hi Hen :))!!

Wow I hate her :D

I get that she's grieving but GIRLY

IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU!! IK POLITICIANS SUCK HUT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO!!

Also uhh. Get some perspective?? Not their fault

Excuuuse me??

Girl 😑😑

Hi Chimney :D!

Gosh xdd

Oope?

Hmm is it about that or firing people lol

They're like ". . do we do it, orrr not?"

Buck looks so done with that posture xD so real

Real lol, gotta agree with him on that one

Though he is the reason so yk

Oop Chim?

The public, I presume you'll say

SLFJGHDKS

ICON

Lol I love him xD

Maybe not the best stay under the radar choice but idc lol

SLFJDKHS the specific who xD crazy

Yep the public

Lol I guess?

Hi Eddie :D!!

Ookaayyy so what are these

HUH

I mean body cams of city employees are great and all but. I feel like this will not be used in a good way xdd

Certainly not good for y'all with Gerrard 😬

Oh gosh xdd

Well at least it's buy it not get fired for it lol

This is gonna go greaaat

Ope hi football game :D

Nice nice

Is that the coach lol? She really into it

AWWW it's his mom, I love that :DDD

Aww that sucks :((

I'm sorry kid D:

Wes I think

That's just rough man :(((

What I'm wondering is where is this that the football game is happening while it's light out

I know it's California but like xD. 7 pm lol??

Idkkk lol

Ope-

OOP OH GOSH

OH NO

That does noooot look good O.O

Uh ohhh-

Imagine if his dad was the mascot lol

That poor mom D:

OH GOSH his legs o.o

Yeah that does nooot look good honey 😬😬

And I bet they're like backwards too, like outwards

Ahh Weston I see

OH GOSH THAT POOR BOY

OH MY GOSH

Hi Maddie's voice :D xd

Accurate description 😳

Hey y'alllll

Glad you're here xdd

When I said backwards I meant like turned out not literally outwards o.o

Yugh but y'all will live

Is that the most important thing to be talking about right now bestie lol

Yeah fair dude 😭

Okay okay- gosh 😬😳😭

Well at least you've seen it xd

Ahh gosh 😬😬 D: that's awful, but at least Eddie has experience

Gosh :((( okay I hope he's okay

Nice nice

Maybe don't worry him about that right now o.o I of course understand why she'd ask though xdd

Okay cool :D

Okay good good got him up

Niiice-

C'mon please, I bet he cannn-

PHEW YAYY that's good :'D

Aaand- WHOOO NICE

Oh no will something go wrong here 😬😬

Phew 😭😭❤️

I just feel like something's gonna go wrong xdd

Maybe he'll move or somehow his dad will rush in and move him idk

Okay chill-

Oooop he doesn't want that o.o I mean I can see why but-

CRAPPP

OHHH NOO

Yeah I think they can tell Eddie xd I'm joking but lol

C'mon c'mon hurry D:

I just know some time soon these body cams are gonna interfere

Ohhh noo 😬😬

Crappp that's way too long

Maybe that'll get you in trouble 😳

Uh ohhh- what's that o.o

THAT DOESN'T SEEM GOOD

Well at least there's that O.O

Ohh noo- did he lose them both 😳

Hey we'll, 50/50 xdd

Gosh

Okay okayyy

Careful guys 😭😭 I know they will be but xdd

Okayy okayyyy

Crappp 😬

He's doing the best he can guys idk if it'll get much better 😭

Why am I closing my eyes tension lol (emphasis on the me stuff lol)

Oope- OKAY PHEW :'D

THAT WAS THE EASY PART??!

Ohhh gosh

Okayy okayy

Yeah makes sense 😭😬

. . . 😬

PHEW!!!

Oh thank goodness 😭

That kind of feels less convenient because now he can panic or accidentally move but yk it'll work xdd

Thank goodness

:'OO

AWWW

POOR EDDIEEE 😭😭😭 THAT MUST HURT LIKE A S T A B WOUND MY GOSH 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺💔

I'm glad he can be there for that kid though :'))

I remember his name it just feels awkward to use it, but sure Weston lol

PHEW they made it 😭😭😌❤️

Yeah ik it's crazy o.o don't worry he's got experience xD

Y'all better not get in trouble for thaattttt

Okay phew

Aww I'm glad she's there for him :'))

Of course honey, they've got you

Awww Eddie :'(((

Is she gonna tell him what happened :((?

AWW yeah exactly that 😭😭🥺💔❤️

Much more succinct way of saying it xD, though I'm sure she explained the whole thing later lol