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fishylife · 3 years ago

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Street Dance of China, Season 4, Episode 4

- I’ve had issues with Tumblr not saving my posts again v.v I’ll just save often and hope that that does the trick.

- Latrice and Ibuki reenacting HB’s performance haha. From the behind the scenes clips I’ve seen, Ibuki does speak English, so I like to think they are now friends :D

- Hilty & Bosch have known each other since they were six years old T_T That’s cuuuute. Apparently they don’t get into arguments a lot because they always keep a distance between them XD Good strategy.

- San’er’s performance was great! He definitely brings the entertainment in his creativity (including incorporating a story line), but he doesn’t forget about the technical parts of dancing (the popping).

- Bouboo cheering on Rochka when he challenged Jianyan :P

- This spinning move he did was neat

- 不咋地 is going to be the recurring inside joke between Yibo, Rochka, and Bouboo ^^;;

- Yixing singing the SDOC theme song again XD With his super low energy voice XD

- Yibo was tipping the bench which was why Yixing and Henry were like, rocking back and forth at the same pace lol.

- Admittedly George vs. C-Lil was kind of rough. George tried to include Chinese elements in his performance, but he was injured, so he couldn’t really showcase them, and the latter part of his performance became just a typical contemporary dance. C-Lil’s performance was alright, but I think the judges were expecting something more impressive. While break dancing is very impressive to watch, I am starting to see the limitations of it, because if a dancer is not impressive, they are just kind of mediocre. George and C-Lil weren’t able to bring anything superbly impressive, which I think it was difficult for them to vote. Yibo abstained, and C-Lil got two votes, so C-Lil advanced.

- Zyko was incredible as always. It fascinates me how he’s mostly performed with these ballad type songs that don’t really have a beat. Also his flexibility is insane. I’m glad he got through with four votes because we need to see him more.

- I really liked Chika’s performance! I feel like women’s dancing is sometimes a bit limited in the mainstream because people just expect them to look sexy. It isn’t as much the case on this show because all of the ladies on this show are dancers and not idols or pop stars. But anyway, I just love seeing women dance without their bodies being sexualized. Chika’s dance showcased not only control over her body, but POWER. I loved her big movements. Compare the power that she shows vs. the power that say, Ibuki shows. Ibuki is a much smaller lady and it shows in her proportions, so how she expresses power looks different from how Chika expresses power, and Chika’s is the sort of power that I’ve really looked forward to seeing.

- Rochka fanboys over everybody, I love it. Keep spreading the love, dude.

- Ok, Xiaoji’s performance was pretty entertaining. I am not kidding when I say my jaw dropped, at the same time that all the captains went OH SNAP. But this guy definitely has charisma and stage presence. His confidence made up for his lack of ability to improvise XD I was CACKLING when this guy thought the song was done and Yibo was like “bro there’s more” and Xiaoji had to come up with something to end it off lol. I wouldn’t say his challenge was as good as Xiaohai’s, mostly because he hadn’t memorized the music like Xiaohai did. In terms of technical stuff, his performance did seem more impressive than Lai Wei’er’s, but he also did less “stuff” (like, there were a lot of pauses in his dance probably because he didn’t now the music). But Xiaoji’s was definitely more entertaining, though that may just be because of who he is and not his dancing. (By the way, Xiaoji’s real name is 林森. I thought the name 林木森 was just a joke because of how much wood was in it. I never guessed that someone would name their kid 林森 X’D Guess his 八字 indicated that he had a weakness in wood or something lol)

- Have some laughing captains, it’s good for the soul.

- Acky-san acknowledged that he’s probably not going to beat the younger dancers in terms of technique, so what he brought instead was style. The “robot” style of popping is pretty old, but no one else has done it in this competition probably because it’s so old school, and he definitely delivered in a way that only he could.

- Henry singing Frere Jacques with the French contingent X’D

- Thoughts on Han Yu vs. Boris. I can imagine what Han Yu was going for in his original performance, but I don’t think it worked. I don’t have the vocabulary to explain it, but basically the way his performance was choreographed just didn’t really impress. As Yibo mentioned, Boris was impressive in his dance to Han Yu’s music, but his dancing didn’t suit the song as much as Han Yu’s did. So the original dance + challenge was a matter of impressiveness vs. whether the dancing suited the music. Han Yu shone in the battle. I think he seemed a lot more impressive when back in a hip hop sort of groove, music that has a lot of major beats, compared to the piano music that was less grand an epic. As for Boris, I think that seeing a few of his performances in succession showed that his toolbox is a little limited in comparison to Han Yu. It hate to see Boris go because I loved his battle against Zyko but alas. I also wanted him to stay because he’s one of the few non-Chinese contestants who speak Mandarin relatively well. He had no issues speaking in Mandarin with most of the Chinese people on set. The ending was hilarious, when he was asked whether he had any last words, and Boris was like “well, I’m literally going to see these guys in two seconds when I’m back in the audience, I’m not dying” lmao.

- I don’t know how I feel about how the show has decided to deal with the last 29 contestants, of which three would be chosen to join the 49 dancers advancing. They’re competing fairly with the other contestants that haven’t performed yet, but they’re at a disadvantage compared to the previous contestants that were judged individually. For example, what if the fourth best dancer was better than a dancer that had already entered the 49? It would only be fair if the judges were allowed to take out people from the 46 contestants that had passed. It would’ve been a bigger problem if there were still a lot of big names to go though. Most of the best dancers have already secured a spot for themselves, so I think that’s why I’m not like, the most perturbed.

- I was low key waiting for Xiao Jie’s performance because his audition performance during episode 1 was so amusing. I thought his individual performance was fun! He managed to add some creativity and story telling (Chinese dude getting drunk) but also showcase some of his specialty skills (locking).

- I forgot to mention this before, but it amuses me that so the editing team will so diligently put in a “don’t try this at home” warning message whenever a dancer does a dangerous move haha.

- So the captains are doing a dance battle for the reborn event, but I’m not really sure how this is all gonna work. I’m digging Yixing’s look for the battle btw.

- Anyway, pre-battle hugs for all.

- KRUMPMASTER. Also I think he did some of the routine that he did back in Season 3.

- Not gonna lie, I wasn’t super impressed with Han Geng’s first dance but his second dance was pretty hype.

- Lol Yibo feels most comfortable challenging Yixing during his battles. He did move where he dropped onto his back right after Yixing did it (i.e. being like you can do it but I can do it better). Based on what I saw of season 3, I think Yibo would call out Yixing in his performances then too.

- Yixing was definitely heavy on the krump side, though I actually thought his first performance was really interesting because there was barely any krump in that one. He mostly stuck to other elements. As we got through the other rounds, he became more krump heavy, and I think he lost a bit in terms of variety there.

- The thing about Han Geng is that he’s no longer as athletic, so he relies more on power and control, but he needs to make sure he does the right moves that showcase that.

- I think Yibo impressed me the most. He had a lot of variety in his arsenal and he was very entertaining. He is also quite athletic, so as long as he can imagine it, I think he can do it haha.

- As others mentioned, Henry was extremely creative. He used a lot of dance moves to show a certain action, like tugging a rope or playing pool and such.

- Anyway, big hugs.

- Baby needs a nap.

- Yibo won the most points in the four rounds of the battle. This hug with Han Geng is uwu. Anyway, Tony Gogo mentioned that Yibo interpreted the music very well.

- Of course, Tony Gogo as well as the Gogo brothers praised Yixing for his krumping energy

- Philip said that Han Geng had a really good ear, and that was how he was able to take advantage of the best moments to unleash certain dances.

- The five contestants that were saved were A-wei, Boris, George, JC Jun, and Kelo & Uwa. I definitely think the editors purposely showed us more clips of them so that we’d grow attached lol. The only one of these five that I don’t quite remember is A-wei though. Anyway, very pleased that Boris is back haha.

- Pouty boi

- Yibo, Henry, Han Geng, and Ibuki getting really into 煞科 lol.

- I think next episode is going to have some team performances, which I think will be fun. Some of these teams are STACKED.

- Previews for Hot pot!

- They were talking about songs they listened to in their childhood. Han Geng started singing a song about an Office Black Cat? XD I’m guessing it’s a cartoon haha. Yibo listened to Leehom Wang and Jay Chou. Henry mentioned that he looked up to Leehom because he was also an overseas Chinese, plus he played a lot of instruments (just like Henry). As expected, Yixing looked up to Jay Chou (after all, Jay Chou was one of the earliest artists to popularize using Chinese elements in pop songs). Yixing said he also liked Leehom Wang, JJ Lin, and Khalil Fong (I legit have not heard the name 方大同 in a long time so that took me by surprise lol).

- Yibo mentioned Li Ronghao and Yixing was like OH WAIT YEAH HIM TOO. We know from Idol Producer that Yixing and Li Ronghao are bros haha. The captain says “不榮藝組合” which pronounced the same as “不容易組合” which is something like “unlikely duo,” except the the 榮 is from Li Ronghao’s name and the 藝 is from Zhang Yixing’s name lol.

- The robot spilled all the tea! Bad bot!

- I think they later played a listening game that Henry kept losing? lol

#thinking out loud #cvariety #street dance of china #screencaps

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kingofthewilderwest · 5 years ago

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nonposter reblogged your post and added:

I love that she said just straight up said “I guess” like hopefully it doesn’t bug that much you she’s not all onboard with this (I don’t think it will) but it’s still hilarious

I think it’s *HILARIOUS* too. When she started the message, I was like, “Wow, this is surprisingly sincere” ......and then I saw the “I guess” and started cackling. It’s the funniest thing to me that my country music hating mother has to suffer through a bluegrass loving, banjo playing offspring. This ongoing social experiment is the BEST and I always look forward to what she’s going to do next.

I know you’re familiar with my mom’s antics (through second hand convos, at least), but for people who aren’t sure of her tone: she doesn’t actually HATE what I’m doing. Is she enthused at my newest project? Of course not. Is she a little skeptical? Maybe. But she can handle it, and half of the comments she makes at me are... well. They’re not quite teasing, but still semi-“mocking” affronted. She’s not actually frustrated.

It’s hysterical to watch every response of hers. I think I’m nagging her intentionally to experience more fun (fun for ME, anyway). Doesn’t bother or dampen my spirits one bit. Battle of the generations!

ashleybenlove replied to your post “I sent Mom a picture and message showing her I’d gotten a banjo. Well...”

(I guess)

We know you hate country music, Haddock's mom.

Yeah, she’s sure hiding it, ain’t she? XD

I think the next antics I want to try to pull off will come holiday season. Then my country music hating mother, my country music “hating” father, my country music hating sister, and my country music hating brother-in-law... will all be in on my fun. We’re going to spend the holidays at my sister and bro’s place in Iowa, so I’m tempted to ask my sister, “How much would you kill me if I brought my banjo along?”

See what happens when everyone has to handle more than the CONCEPT of their relative playing banjo. See what happens when they’re all in the same ROOM as it happening. AND CAN’T ESCAPE THE NOISE MWAHAHAHA!

I’m getting... way too much entertainment... out of this simple clash of familial music tastes. It’s so small, but the mischievous troll in me will find entertainment in anything. And hey, if I’m going to convert to the Country Dark Side, I might as well blare it loud and proud!

#nonposter #ashleybenlove #reply #that banjo business #blabbing Haddock #my life #my mom's 'lack' of support is a lowkey 'why are you doing this?'#not actually a lack of support #she'll still congratulate me for working hard and making achievements and stuff #always been good with that #my grandparents - who do bother me - outright show a lack of care for my music #never went to my music concerts or nothing #even when I got big awards!!!#my parents and sis are always good at celebrating with me #which is why this 'battle' with my mom #is just lowkey fun

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highlordrhysie · 6 years ago

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Ring-a-Ring-a-Roses (pt1)

Well, this has certainly taken me a hecking long time to complete, but alas it is done! This is a piece done in response to a request from someone who wishes to remain anonymous, but they gave me some beautiful characters to work with and a wonderfully inspiring idea! So, here it is, I hope you guys like it and that it will be worth the horribly long wait!

( also, let me know if you want to be tagged in pt2, it might be another long wait but it WILL be done! XD )

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Darkness is hypnotic, it doesn’t matter who you are or how pure of heart you may seem, no one is immune to its call. There’s just something in the way it wraps itself around sin that calls to the morbidity of the human soul and turns it sweet like the finest wine. That’s why the people came to Cirque de Macabe, to feed their twisted fascinations and revel in its curious darkness. In the circus tent a violins haunting melody fell to a halt as a woman, the troupes ringleader walked out into the center of the ring. The dress she wore was widows black, its sleeves and hem accented in lace to match the wide brimmed hat which formed a dark halo around her head. A bleach white bird skull looked out over its edge; center piece to the candle like sticks of dynamite that circled the hats crown. She made a strange and impressive sight, yet stood in the midst of the extending silence, not a soul could see her through the shadows. It filled her with an odd sense of power, being able to watch them all grow slowly uncomfortable, she felt like an omniscient being pulling on the strings of their fragile human emotions. Too soon the trance was shattered as overhead a spotlight came to life, casting her in a glow that for a brief moment she could almost convince herself was sunlight. Breathing deep she took a drag on the long cigarette holder balancing in her hand, then in a plume of smoke grinned up at the crowd, flashing the wicked points of her teeth. “ Madame’s and Monsieurs! I welcome you to the great Cirque de Macabe! Tonight, the shadows themselves will be brought to life before your very eyes in the tale of a harrowing journey through the underworld!” The ringleaders voice carried effortlessly around the BigTop, filled to the brim with a sly charisma and the syrupy lilt of an accent “ for you see, the universe is more than just this world! There are many and each is like a sheet of the finest silk, layered over one another so that in places they all but touch. These places are known as veils and it is here that our story begins, with the misfortune of a mortal girl, fallen from her world and straight into the mouth of hell ...” Perfectly timed, a giggle of laughter came from the edge of the ring as a smoke bomb rolled to a stop at her feet, hissing black mist all around and with it the Ringleader vanished. ~

From within the audience a very particular young man watched it all take place. It had been two years since he'd first heard of Cirque de Macabe. It's name had drifted through the muddy streets of Prague and intrigued he'd managed to work his way into the blood red BigTop. After that, he'd walked out a man obsessed, completely enthralled by their stories and the strange, twisted mystery of its performers. That night was the first of their newest tale and a music box melody came to life as the smoke cleared to reveal a young woman, the mortal, rushed out onto stage. The flower ladened tulle of her dress rippled as she looked around in apparent distress, and her golden hair shone like a flame against the dark backdrop. As she fluttered, other creatures began to stir as though drawn by her movements, then in despair she dropped to the floor and buried her head in her hands. That's when they emerged, some crawling out from beneath the stands and others tumbling from the sky on soft black ribbons. Their costumes were skin tight and patterned with the mottled brown of bark , shot through with an iridescent blue which glistened in the light. That same shimmer was dusted over the sharp planes of their faces and worked in among the feathers, leaves and lace which adorned them. As they moved towards the girl, their lean bodies twisting with a predatory gait, he caught flashes of their strange features from within the costume. To any who didn't know better their black, slanted eyes and pointed ears might have been missed, but he’d always wondered at this as there was something too eloquent about their look to be the simple product of makeup.

At last, the girl looked up and fell back with a silent scream. Then the dance began and the music turned into something wild with menace as the faery dancers pushed and pulled her between them in snapping, taunting movements. When she tried to break free, they folded themselves into shapes unthinkable and swung from the ribbons in elegant arcs to block their preys path to escape. When at last the song fell to a close, the dancers made a final lunge for the girl, but as they did there was a rush of air and an aerial acrobat swept low over their heads. The dancers hissed in fear and scrambled away, freeing the girl who raced back through the curtain. The crowd applauded, waiting in eager anticipation for the acrobat to return and they didn't have to wait long before a new melody arose and the three performers appeared poised among the rafters. All three siblings had tattoos coiling from their necks to their feet, the colours of which stood stark against their pale skin and moon white hair. From that distance it was impossible to tell what what the tattoos were, but the man had been to the circus enough times to know that on the twin girls you would find a pair of dragons and on their brother a brilliant Phoenix. At first, the act appeared like any other aerial show, graceful and beautiful as they flipped and swung through the air, but then as their movements built, it started to change. like a heat haze, the edges around their bodies started to blur, giving the impression of movement in slow motion. A gasp ricocheted throughout the audience as suddenly it was as if glowing ghostly skins peeled away from each of them so that where once the performers had been, two dragons and a Phoenix now soared in their place. Soft sparks trailed behind them, but where they landed there wasn’t an ounce of heat, they simply fell away; disintegrating against the skin. Awe hung heavy in the air and it was truly an eerie sight to behold as the glowing miracle of the creatures was reflected in the wide depth of the audiences eyes.

A couple of people would no doubt be scrutinizing the set, looking for an explanation, but that was the beauty of this act. No matter how hard they tried, they would not find one. It did not exist. When their time came to an end, the creatures faded away to reveal the acrobats once more and it was with true dramatic flare that they disappeared back up into the rafters, seemingly swallowed up by the tent itself.

A movement flickered out the edge of the onlookers vision and he glanced down in time to see the Mortal appear back on stage and this time she was not alone. A figure was stood still as death in the center of the ring, head hanging limp so its long, dust grey hair shielded its face. Swathes of white lace dressed the woman’s body, loose and ill- fitting like a wedding gown stolen from a corpse. The crowd watched as the mortal approached the figure, but just before she could touch her, the strange woman suddenly became animated and swiveled round to face the girl. From there the story showed how the woman offered the girl her aid, telling her of her great power as a Medium and walker of worlds. She promised that she would be able to get a message through the spirit realm to the girls family and so it was that they joined hands for the séance. The Medium began to chant and as she did, the room grew colder, so much so that the crowds breath could be seen misting in the air. Tension built as things began to sway and creak in time with the chilling music which played over head and the whisper of phantom voices joined with the song. Then the Medium smiled and its seemed to stretch unnaturally across her face as her eyes flooded white and her veins turned black beneath her translucent skin. The girl cried out and with struggle managed to rip her hands from the Mediums grasp. She bolted away, but the Medium would not be fooled. With a sickening crack her head rotated on its neck as she spat out the final part of the chant and with it, the girl fell to a boneless heap on the floor. The Medium cackled and rose into the air, hanging like a rag doll suspended on strings. When she spoke again it was with a voice layered with many tones, none of them human but each of them chilling as they crept deep beneath the surface of the skin. It was an act solely designed to instill discomfort, calling forth all the instinctive fear that mankind holds for the paranormal. She would pick on people, and speak of things that no one else should know, taking on the voice of long dead ancestors and angry souls whose stories were ones of bitter and gruesome deaths. At one point she disappeared altogether, the whispered voices rising and then a shriek came from the audience as a lady and her partner looked up to find her hanging bat-like behind their seats. With all the intensity, it had almost been forgotten that the golden haired girl still lay on the floor, until she began to stir. She saw the Medium hovering above and seemed to harden her self as she got to her feet and marked a circle onto the ground. Then, reaching up, she grabbed a fistful of the Mediums gown, yanking her from the air and into the circle. The sound that came out of the Mediums mouth was hideous as she convulsed, then, all at once, her body relaxed and with a sigh the energy drained from the room. Fragile now, the Medium looked at the mortal girl with a tired curiosity, before shuffling from the ring., The crowd seemed to take a moment to recover but eventually an applause rose and when it did it was roaring. The next act was that of the Siren. Just like the start of the show, it began with a violin, but unlike the first, this song was smooth and rich and eerily hypnotic. The owner of the sound turned out to be a man, more human looking than any of the performers so far, but it was with such reverence that he held the beautiful instrument beneath his chin that his mortality was turned into magic. He did not, however, hold attention for long, for in his wake walked a woman of such overwhelming grace that the heart itself seemed to ache. With the golden headdress she wore radiating out like a sunset over her amethyst hair, she looked like a true Goddess, blooming color in the darkness that threatened to consume. That was before she even started to sing, because when she did…well, it was enough to shatter the soul. A crescendo of emotions barreled through the audience as she sang, her voice guiding them with a power such that no earthly creature should posses. Tears glittered on people’s faces and even the young man who’d heard her voice many times before felt his cheeks grow damp and his heart swell with such overwhelming emotion that it bordered on pain. Within the story, the mortal girl was also entranced and like a sleepwalker she approached the siren, before falling in awe at her feet. She looked up at her, her demeanor full of worship and in return the Siren laid a gentle hand upon her head, stroking back her hair in a soothing, possessive motion.

Slowly, the song started to come to a close and the sense of loss that accompanied it was enough to cripple a person with longing. A strange hiss punctured the delirium and for a moment it occurred to him that perhaps some strange creature had managed to get loose and was about to set upon the crowd, but then, as if a bomb gone off, it exploded. Sparks flew into the air, like a golden river running into the sky and before they could fall to the ground, each pin prick of light flared outwards, so bright that you were forced to look away under threat of being blinded. Blinking past the stain on his vision, the man looked back to the arch and found that where only a moment ago there had been nothing, the Ringleader now stood and alongside her, a new, even stranger man. The latter wore a long green coat, embroidered with whorls of sparking gold and a waist coat to match. This, added together with the frilled white neck tie and the aging top hat, made for a daring mish-mash of styles. What really caught the eye however was the pair of obsidian horns poking out from beneath the rim of the hat, their ridges also dusted with gold. On the other side of the ring the Siren pulled the mortal girl closer, her violinist continuing to play as her hold turned tight and she faced down the new arrivals. Neither two, however, made any move to approach her, the man simply smirked and raised a hand, snapping his fingers together in a single, fluid motion. The mortal girl gasped and then right before their eyes she disappeared, replaced by a huge green moth. It fluttered around the Siren who, realizing what had happened, made a grab for it, but the moth dipped out of her grasp. In a blink, the Ringleader moved, dashing across the floor to trap the moth inside a bronze barred cage, before retreating back to the mans side as though she’d never moved at all. Seemingly enraged, the Siren ran towards them, clawed hands outstretched, but as she did, the horned man threw an orb high into the air where it burst with an audible crack. Black smoke erupted across the tent, rolling out in thick waves that devoured everything in their path. As they flooded down, the young man looked into them and swore that suspended in the air a great creature shifted to look right back. Then it was gone, and suddenly not a soul could see in front, behind or to the side of themselves. It should have been terrifying, so close was it to the feeling of being buried alive, but just as the fear was setting in, the darkness became littered with stars. Terror replaced by awe, it was like becoming one with the universe and the stars shifted to your touch, you became a god governing worlds. It faded quickly, the black dissolving into transparency to reveal the ring and its new set once more. Six great windows of glass now circled its edge and so clear were they that it would have been easy to miss them if it weren’t for the slightest of distortions running round their edges. Through them, the performers could be seen: the ring leader, the magician and the mortal all on stage and with them, another new performer who looked to be a small girl of maybe twelve or thirteen. Her ratty green hair was tied in uneven bunches and held in place by a pair of copper flight goggles which she wore round her forehead. There was a strange pallor to her, the sort of sickly colour you find on the dead and dying, and yet, sat under the lights, stroking the hair of the sleeping mortal girl, she looked very much alive. The mortal awoke looking into that strange face and took it with fear, but unlike before it seemed to quickly cool into something closer to unease. In the audience, the young man shook his head, marveling once again at the true power of the show; at its ability to convey the finest emotion with naught but the smallest movement. It was then that the horned man now made himself known as The Magician and introduced the Ringleader and green haired girl as friends and assistants in his arts. Bit by bit, he used his words to smooth the mortal girls fears, telling both her and the audience that he intended to show to her the true wonders of their world. It was under this guise that his act, the final act, began. One by one the glass planes began to shimmer and then, one by one they came to life. Each window showed a different scene: a city of glittering gold, an ancient tree, a ballroom of ethereal winged creatures, a circle of standing stones and a lake, silver as molten moonlight. The sixth one, however was different to all the rest. Dark and earthen it showed a crude statue sculpted from red clay into the shape of a sleeping man. All around it the others shifted, their images seeming to expand and reach past their glass constraints, pulling themselves into reality. In centre stage, the magician took something from his coat and then, winding back his arm, he threw it straight at the panel with the clay man, but instead of shattering as it should have, it absorbed the projectile. Where it hit, a lava like glow flowed through the clays cracks until it reached the carving of its eyes. As it did, there came a sound like creaking wood and then the creatures eyes flew wide. It flexed it’s muddy limbs, becoming more solid and agile with every step until it was with the grace of a true trapeze artists that it clambered up the ladders and into the rafters where a tight rope was strung. “ And now, fair mortal, let me show you the greatest marvel of them all!” The magician exclaimed, sweeping his arm above his head. Just as it had with the glass planes, the air parted like a veil and with it the audience gasped. Hanging suspended in a huge glass bowl, was a mermaid, real and in the flesh. Indeed, she was the most magnificent thing, all sparkling scales and coral crusted skin. Her hair flowed around her in a halo as webbed hands moved through the water, showing off the bio-luminescent glow which leaked from every inch of her. She swam around the tank and every now and then would stop and blow bubbles through a pipe, each bubble morphing into a tiny angler fish which swam until popping itself on the side of the bowl. The top of this was open to the air where above it, the clay man had found his way onto the tight rope and started performing tricks, until somersaulting from the rope he dove straight for the mermaids bowl. Quick as an asp, the mermaid leapt from the water to meet him, her jaw unlatching as he fell straight into her open mouth. Murmurs rang out as the mermaid dropped back into the water with a splash and burped her largest angler fish so far. Her glow slowly faded and the Magician drew the audiences attention back towards him and the mortal girl who was now looking around in awe, her fear forgotten. She swirled around, taking in the miracles before her, but stumbled and fell heavily into the Magician. For a moment they simply stared at one another, then, with a sly grin she wrapped her arms around his neck and without hesitation pressed her lips to his. Like a sound wave, the change rippled through her, her once golden hair melting away into raven wing black and the few flowers that remained wilting into a gown of blood red silk which clung scandalously to her curves. Her smile was dark as they broke the kiss where she turned away from the Magician to take the green haired girl by the hands and waltz with her to to where a human sized canon awaited. Willingly, the little girl clambered inside, pulling her goggles down as from her perch the Ringleader lit the fuse with the end of her cigarette. While it hissed, the now dark mortal and Magician continued to dance the waltz to its end, where on que, the canon exploded. Like glass, the six ghostly images shattered and the girl shot out like an arrow, a faint mist of blood raining down as she broke through the canvas of the tent and disappeared like a speck into the night sky. The audience flew into applause as the performers all came out to take their final bow and for each one to disappear behind the curtain until only the Ringleader remained, alone in the ring once more. “Au revoir!” Was all she said, before throwing her hat high into the air above her. Then, in a blink she was gone, leaving nothing but the hat to fall with a thump to the floor, and the empty sockets of a bleach white bird skull to watch the audience as it left.

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styomi · 6 years ago

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Request: Fever all through the night | Sweet Pea/OC

AN: This… this… I have no defense. Enjoy. My thanks goes out to salty-serpent for the amazing request, though I did take it a bit too literally xD

If you’d like to read more about Ruby and Sweet Pea, check out my Masterlist :)

Info:

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea/OC Rating: T Word count: 3147 (I… overdid it… again…) Request: #19 - Kisses in the Dark - While watching a movie - At his place - Sweet Pea initiates it

Continues from the last request: Love me tender, love me sweet, true, long, love me dear

Fever all through the night (this is the song for this damn request!! Urgh epic fit)

“What about you, Ruby?” Toni’s voice pulled Ruby back into reality. Her head shot up from the phone screen, where she’d been eagerly awaiting Mattie’s next message.

“Huh?” Was really the only reply Ruby could give to the question. The purple haired Serpent rolled her eyes, but repeated.

“Fangs and I are going out, Sweet Pea is watching GoT, finally, and Gorgon is bartending,” Toni listed. “What are your plans for the weekend?” Ruby’s eyes weren’t on her friend’s anymore, though. Instead, she was typing away on her phone quickly.

“Sure, GoT sounds good.” The petite girl replied in an absent-minded, airy tone. Toni looked over to Sweet Pea, who seemed to be doing everything but whistling to the side as if he wasn’t the topic of the conversation. Fangs and Gorgon, on the other hand, were anything but subtle, laughing so loudly that a couple of people in the school cafeteria turned and stared.

“So, your plans are going on a date with Sweet Pea?” Toni pushed with a smug smile, getting a wild reaction from almost all the occupants of the table. Sweet Pea spit out his water and then tried to save his dignity with a cough. Though, his cheeks were too red for that. Gorgonhead and Fangs, on the other hand, had no qualms about laughing it up. They looked like they were ready to fall off the bench and roll around the floor, by the way they were holding onto one another. Ruby, apparently, was too focused on texting.

“Uh-huh.” She replied absent-mindedly, making Sweet Pea’s expression take on quite an interesting form. Toni, on the other hand, looked more than pleased with herself. Since Ruby and Sweet Pea had gone on their first ‘semi-date’, which had just been the tall biker filling in for FP’s kid, Toni hadn’t gotten any insider info. They’d told her that the movie was fine, that they got wet from the rain and that they both had fun. For anything else, she was very much in the dark. And, Toni hated being in the dark. To top it all off, their stories were a little too perfectly matched. They quoted each other word for word, even when she’d spoken to them separately. Not even Fangs had gotten anything more out of Sweet Pea. So, Toni knew that she needed to get those two on another date. This time, a real one. Not just him filling in or her not knowing that it was a date. And, Game of Thrones sounded like the perfect binge watch for their little rendezvous.

Things between her and Sweet Pea had been odd since their impromptu semi-date which had ended in a kiss. It wasn’t that Ruby was uncomfortable. She had never been uncomfortable around Sweet Pea. They had their own dynamic, a magnetic push and pull, which she very much enjoyed. However, ever since she twisted her fingers in the lapels of his flannel and pulled him down for a kiss, she had been feeling a bit odd. Weird. Like she was outside of their usual push and pull element. Because, it wasn’t just offhanded flirting anymore. At that point, it was definitely something more. Because, he was definitely into her as much as she was into him.

So, learning that she’d agreed to go on a proper date with him, all the while thinking that it would be a group hangout, got Ruby to panic more than a bit. She spent over half an hour with Mattie on the line, picking her outfit. She wanted to be both pretty and casual. Even if it was a date, she didn’t want to look over the top for an evening of binge-watching Game of Thrones at his trailer.

Luckily, Sweet Pea was quite the talker over IM. They’d exchanged over a dozen messages, debating on snacks, drinks and who should bring what. In the end, Ruby was in charge of snacks, which were her specialty. She managed to bake some easy chocolate chip cookies, and bought the rest on her way to Sweet Pea’s trailer. She found the place easily enough, as it was close to Toni’s home. Sweet Pea opened the door before she was done knocking, looking surprised at himself for doing it.

“Hi,” Ruby awkwardly greeted and watched the way he had to gather himself before replying. Good, he was just as nervous as she was.

“Hey,” Sweet Pea’s voice was a bit higher than usual as he welcomed her inside. The trailer was pretty much what Ruby expected. A perfect man cave. There were minimal clothes around, luckily, which didn’t trigger her cleaning impulses. She had a pet peeve about wearing shoes inside or throwing clothes all around that drove her father insane. But, Sweet Pea seemed like he was tidier than Jo. Or, he had at least made an effort for her. “We’re in here. Netflix’s all set up,” then, he smirked at her mischievously and she felt her knees buckle. “I logged into Fangs’ account.”

“Naughty boy,” Ruby teased right back and placed the bags with snacks and the box of cookies on the table in the living area. She saw that Sweet Pea’s laptop was there, as beat up and taped up as she remembered it. Sure enough, there was the Netflix logo on the open browser, Game of Thrones seasons listed. “Where are we starting?” Ruby asked.

“From the beginning, if you don’t mind?” Sweet Pea tossed a few extra pillows onto the couch and brought glasses, along with a few different bottles. He had cola, juice and club soda, as far as she could see. “Fangs and Toni have been raving about me not watching the show, so I finally decided to give in to their nagging.”

“Sure,” Ruby nodded. She shrugged off her jacket and tossed it on the sofa chair in the corner before getting comfortable on the couch. “I’ve seen the show once, fair warning. So, I’ll try not to spoil anything.” Sweet Pea shook his head with a laugh, also plopping down.

“Feel free to squeal or look away. You can’t be worse than Toni.” After a bit more easygoing conversation, mostly concerning who was eating what and who wanted to drink what, Sweet Pea started the first season from episode one. Ruby found herself comfortably pressed against his side, not minding the way his arm casually draped around her shoulders not even halfway through the first episode. Sweet Pea complained about the low volume of the laptop jokingly, telling her to stop chewing the chips so loudly when there was important dialogue. Ruby, on the other hand, enjoyed how expressive he was as he watched the show, sometimes even yelling at the screen for a few chosen stupid decisions. Altogether, it was turning out to be an easy, comfortable date.

Halfway through season one, the two teens started singing along to the theme song in the beginning. It began with Sweet Pea humming it under his breath, and Ruby picking it up. Over the next three episodes, though, they settled into quite a duet while the theme played, laughing at the end. Sweet Pea proclaimed that Khal Drogo was his absolute favorite character, and Ruby didn’t have the heart to deliver the bad news which he would have to face sooner or later. She, on the other hand, admitted that she liked Arya Stark the best, to which she received a biting comment about height. All in all, their night progressed with easy conversation and plenty of hours of straining to hear the show’s dialogue.

“Oh, Gosh!” Ruby pulled away from Sweet Pea’s embrace, hitting the spacebar and stopping the episode in the middle of Littlefinger’s monologue.

“Urgh,” Sweet Pea groaned, turning away from her in order to grab another bag of chips. “If you’re going to pee again, please make it quick. I’m actually curious if they’re gonna kill him.” Ruby’s hand slapped his biceps at the crude comment softly.

“I’m not hitting the bathroom again,” she made a face at him. “It’s just, I remembered that I have earphones in my jacket pocket!” At that, Sweet Pea pushed her towards the other end of the couch, so that she could reach the jacket without getting up.

“C’mon, get them. Seriously, why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ve been straining my ears for the last five hours!” Ruby managed to lean over the arm of the couch, digging out her earphones, and then slither back to the tall biker as she untangled them.

“I forgot, okay?” The girl defended, offering him one earphone and plugging the cord into the laptop. Then, she pressed the spacebar again and actually had to lower the volume a bit so that they wouldn’t go deaf. But, when Ruby settled back into Sweet Pea’s side, with the earphones stretched in between them, she felt a comfortable warmth. Even pulling away in order to get the earphones had been too long without his body heat. With a small smile, Ruby remembered their kiss at the Drive-In and smiled to herself. Just as Sweet Pea offered her the chips bag and she raised her head to ask him about their relationship and what it meant at that point, everything went dark.

“W-what happened?” Ruby whispered, a little shocked. It was pitch black everywhere around her. All that she could feel was Sweet Pea’s body pressed against hers and couch underneath her. The earphone fell out as Sweet Pea moved a bit, hands tapping around in the dark.

“Just a power outage,” the tall biker told her. “We get our fair share of them. Nothing to worry about,” then, his phone screen lit up and Ruby saw the outline of his features in the dark. “Sorry, but my laptop battery sucks.”

“Noticed,” Ruby laughed. The machine had crashed as soon as the power had gone out. “Anything I can do?” Just as Sweet Pea was about to answer they heard giggling and cackling under the window. Familiar giggling and cackling.

“I’m going to murder them.” Sweet Pea spoke in a low, icy tone that promised bodily harm. Ruby’s hands were on his forearms before he could get up and find Fangs and Toni with murderous intentions.

“It’s okay,” she shrugged with a small smile. “They’re just trying to prank us, right?” When Sweet Pea still looked ready to bolt and perhaps grab an ax on the way, she continued. “If we don’t react, they’ll turn it back on, no?”

“Hopefully.” The tall biker finally grumbled and slouched in his seat. Ruby shook her head with a laugh as she took her earphones and rolled them up. Toni and Fangs really could be beyond childish sometimes, she decided. The girl made herself busy by tidying up the little bits of the snacks on the table which she could see under the light coming from Sweet Pea’s phone. When the table was surface was clean, she realized that there was nothing else to do and leaned back into the couch. There was giggling and cackling from under the window again. Ruby smirked, moving closer to Sweet Pea and grabbing his shoulder for purchase in order to reach his ear. He flinched, head whipping around to face her in the dim light of his phone, eyes wide.

“Say,” Ruby whispered, noting how his shoulder muscles instantly relaxed under her hand. “Let’s give them something to talk about?” Sweet Pea stared at her for a few moments, like a deer in headlights, before asking in a low, uncertain tone.

“Give them something to talk about or give them something to talk about?” Ruby shrugged, her hair cascading to the front with the motion. Sweet Pea’s eyes followed the long chocolate waves on their path.

“Former, if you’re uncomfortable with the latter.” The girl told him. Sweet Pea grinned at her.

“Former, because I sure as hell am not doing the later for Fangs’ and Toni’s amusement.” He shot back. Ruby giggled, pushing away from him and grabbing one of the pillows on the couch.

“Fair enough,” she smirked devilishly at him, before the light completely went out, his phone screen going dark. Then, there was a thump, which sounded like a body falling over. But, Sweet Pea felt the pillow hit the back of the couch and quickly caught onto the game. He grabbed his own pillow as Ruby moaned. “Oh, Sweet Pea!” He could barely reign in his laughter as he smacked his own pillow into the back of the couch. “Right there! Oh!” She was loud, unlike the tender quiet Ruby during their kiss and the little bit of snuggling they’d done at the Drive-In. It made Sweet Pea wonder if she was usually vocal during intimate moments. “Oh, God!” Snickering could be heard from underneath the window.

“You like that?” Sweet Pea growled out in a husky tone, having to catch Ruby as she fell over onto him, soundlessly laughing. He could see the outline of her face and those pale eyes in the dark, having a ton of fun. Then again, he was no better. He was doing everything he could to stop himself from laughing. “What else do you want me to do?” There was a gasp from under the window, followed by a thump. Ruby managed to gather herself enough in order to reply.

“Touch me,” she spoke in a fairly loud tone, smacking the pillow against the back of the couch again. “Help me get my shirt off,” Sweet Pea would be lying if he said that the whole charade wasn’t hot. Because, as much fun as he was having giving Fangs and Toni a vocal show, he would’ve loved to experience all of those things for himself. “Pans, pants.” Ruby panted, her lips pulled in a wide smile. Sweet Pea did the only thing he could, he responded with a dirty comment and enjoyed the snickering from under the window.

Soon enough, Ruby and Sweet Pea found themselves standing on top of the couch in the dark, holding hands as she jumped up and down in a slow rhythm, obviously creating the sound of a couple getting busy on the furniture piece. They kept yelling out random dirty phrases, moaning and trying not to laugh when they heard Toni and Fangs start a commentary on their ‘technique’ from under the window. Ruby actually had to stop jumping a few times and physically hold onto Sweet Pea so that she wouldn’t burst into loud laughter. Those were undoubtedly his favorite moments.

Her small fingers would squeeze his forearms and her head would press into his torso, muffled snickering coming from her shaking form. But, Sweet Pea reveled in the way she was completely comfortable in his presence. In the way her body heat transferred to every part of him that she touched, setting his skin on fire, despite the layers of clothing between them. He simply couldn’t wait until they got to that part of their new relationship in reality, and not just in a teasing fantasy.

“Go, go, go!” Sweet Pea heard Toni whisper-yell, undoubtedly pushing Fangs away from their hiding spot. Ruby was still jumping and shaking with laughter and he was still grunting and telling her obscene things when they heard their purple-haired friend say. “Our job here is done.” Then, all the snickering and talking vanished completely. After a few more moments, Ruby stopped jumping and looked at him. Sweet Pea couldn’t help himself. He started laughing loudly and it was like a dam broke. The two dissolved into uncontrollable giggles and cackles, holding onto each other in order to stay upright. Despite all the efforts, the two teens somehow ended up sitting on the couch after a small stumble, Ruby halfway laying on Sweet Pea’s lap.

“That,” she gasped out through her laughter. “Was legen-fucking-dary!” And she was giggling again.

“Yeah,” Sweet Pea gasped out through a chuckle before he realized that he was positively on fire. Everything was so hot. He was too hot. Like he was running a fever or something. But, it wasn’t the kind of fever that hit his head. Instead, it was the kind of fire that lit up everywhere Ruby touched. He slowly stopped laughing and stayed looking at the giggling girl. And, in his moment of realization, Sweet Pea found that Ruby was positively beautiful like that, chuckling uncontrollably in his lap. “Ruby?” He called out, making the girl compose herself a bit and look up at him.

“Yeah?” She asked, mouth still in a smile from all of the giggling. Sweet Pea’s hand came up, dwarfing her face as he pushed some of the wavy hair behind her ear. The darkness suddenly seemed like it was charged with electricity. Ruby’s mouth was open, short gasps coming out from all of the jumping. But, she wasn’t laughing anymore. Instead, her eyes looked like they had laser focus kind of intensity in them. Sweet Pea left his hand on her face, his thumb caressing her cheek gently, watching the way she shuddered and leaned into his palm.

“You’re beautiful.” He wasn’t aware of the words leaving his mouth. And, he certainly wasn’t aware of how breathless he sounded. He was only aware of her, Ruby, in his lap, with those utterly inviting lips popped slightly open in shock. And then, he had his other hand on her face, as well, pulling her in. Before either of them knew it, Sweet Pea was kissing her. Unlike last time, when she’d been shivering and cold, her lips were warm and soft. And, inviting. Very inviting.

The kiss was slow, made even more intimate by the darkness around them and their position on the couch. But, neither teen seemed to be uncomfortable. In fact, Ruby took charge of her position as soon as Sweet Pea deepened the kiss, coming to straddle his lap and pull him in even more, her arms around his waist. She gripped his sides with legs and twisted her fingers into the material of his flannel shirt, holding on for dear life. Then, their kiss came to a slow end, the two separating to breathe.

“Can you do that again?” The breathless, whispered words set a kind of fire in Sweet Pea that made all of their previous teasing moaning and groaning pale in comparison. For a few seconds, he tried to gather himself. Calm down his heart. Get some air into his lungs. But, he realized that it was absolutely futile. Those wide, pale eyes staring at him, waiting, would definitely be his undoing. So, Sweet Pea gave a shaky nod and obliged soundlessly, for once in his life, surrendering to another’s wishes without a fight. His lips came up to meet Ruby’s in a gentle, exploring kiss in total darkness.

And he did the same again, again and again.

Hope that you all enjoyed :D

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shui-xi · 6 years ago

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p.o. : shadowhunters

i kinda really wanted to write about this one, because..tbh i had some sleepless nights because of it, so hear me out, well, in case you care. if you don’t know it’s a teen tv series based on a series of cassandra clare books. as being a teen show i knew what i was diving in and don’t tell me older people can’t watch it. i actually fully enjoyed it even if my teen times were like 10 years ago, despite all the flaws and stuff. to be clear i came for malec* and actually stayed for it. (*malec is how everyone calls magnus+alec ship, they’re an actual gay couple in the series ufufu).

by “i knew what i was diving in” i mean that i’m aware of all the cliche stuff that might be going on. and let’s be real a girl who lived a normal life suddenly finds out she’s can’t be that anymore and many amazing things but also sad things wait for her on her adventure, and the series are like that, with clary finding out that once she was just an art student, but now she finds out that she belongs to a totally different world and all the bullshit like vampires and werewolves and mages are all real. and with that i was right actually, but that’s what made me giggle all the way. the cheesiness was overflowing. you know how you sometimes watch something that isn’t that well done, but you actually like it for it XD i had the same experience. last night i thought it would be a great challenge if i actully watched the entire series with a bottle of alcohol and took a shot every time they asked - are you ok? or - we need to talk.

but as the show unfolded it actually developed by folds. you know if you have an eye for such things you’ll see how first season didn’t have much set, swords were funny as if they stole star wars prop, they saved money on cg like, for example, in scenes when fight between wolves happened not right in front of characters but behind something else, yet you could hear the sound instead. my favorites are when they fake-stabbed and it was like a knife in an armpit trick, i even took screenshots to savor the moment. and there were many things like that. yet i’ve read ppl still really liked it. not to mention i liked it. i know i didn’t take it as seriously because it made me giggle, but i’m still pretty positive about it. while in next seasons you could see that they got more money they could spend. on emotional side everything developed too. and malec got better too ufufufu but jokes aside it really had scenes where i was sitting and wiping tears away.

i have no idea how different the series are from the books, because obviously i haven’t read them. for malec alone i could actually read everything to find out.

to sum the whole thing up to me it was more like - it’s good, because it’s so bad. that was at first, the cheesiness stayed but with the next seasons it got better. i’m on season 3 already and i started watching just few days ago it seems XD and that should speak for itself.

but honestly i’d love to know if any of you guys ever watched it, or more than that - read it. i really want to know how malec is in books. and sorry for the interest, but i like strong relationships. others had like a change of heart, seeing different people for different reasons, but malec stayed strong, and i like that XD you are free to message me :)

and while i’m at it, i really liked this video on youtube, one of the funniest i’ve seen

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ok, i’m done, like fully done watching all the episodes released to this day and what can i say...tbh i’m pleasantly impressed. it did get better and better, the only like big complain i have is that this show is cramped af. because even if all the seasons are behind me i’m not really sure about entire universe and questions left hanging. well, name me a perfect show without a flaw though))) yet, still confuses me like why they made cary special, because as far as i remember they divided themselves into worlds of light and dark, and shadowhunters as they claimed were like half-angelic beings, while later the emphasis was brought only to cary who has blood of angel, so the earlier mention of entire structure kinda ruined the impression. i may be mixing things up, but it kinda stuck with me from earlier stages. like where she really receives this strength from, why is she so blessed as if her dad is god himself. and other questions as well. like why they don’t have a special thing that allows them to mass-spread the word quickly. fights sometimes looked tedious because of all the “throwing around”. also weapon choice, many times izzy was like overpowered and put in a difficult position because of her whip. at times i wished they’d use guns XDDD i can go on for a long time

also it was such a pleasure to speak with few people on this show and find few things out. i’m impressed they actually did a lot of changes. impressed, but not surprised since changing things, sometimes entirely, is a common thing, especially with “based on” shows and movies. and if i were a reader and saw it was tailored differently my mind would be fucked too. yet, looking at it as a piece of its’ own is actually not a bad thing. because in season 1 i was honestly almost cackling all the time, i couldn’t immerse in the feelings of the characters, but by season 3 i was thinking to myself - wow, that’s a good move, that was powerful, i wonder how it’ll impact him in the future and so and so forth. one thing i’d agree for sure is that characters are older. sorry for sentiments but if the graphic scenes will involve love and sex, then making characters older is a wiser choice. it’s a tv show after all.

anyway, i was pleasantly surprised in general. and yes, malec is like the best thing here))) no doubt. it’s really worth watching it just because of them.

#txt #personal opinion #and i know i'm daaaaaaaaamn late into the game #and i feel sorry for what they did to this show #it totally doesn't deserve it

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porkchop-ao3 · 7 years ago

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I just read your J19zeta7 fic and it was amazing!!! If you’re still taking request, I would love to see J19zeta7 maybe pushed into going to a strip club with other ricks and they make fun of him? Until reader, one of the best dancers, takes notice how handsome he is and gives him a special lap dance. It makes all the other ricks stop in their tracks. Maybe after his dance it lead to more smut? Or do however you want with this ☺️☺️I think you would do amazing at!!! I love your writing!! Thank you

This is a very sweet message for starters, I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! :) I’m sorry this took so long. Whoopsie Daisy, I accidentally made this over 4.5k words… So I hope that makes up for the wait! xD This one features deepthroating, yay! Enjoy x

Working at a strip club on the Citadel of Rick’s wasn’t what I’d pictured myself doing five years ago, but I’d soon come to realise that Spearmint Rick wasn’t a half bad place to work. A decent wage, a flash penthouse to live in free of charge, all the clothes I needed for work supplied to me; I had it pretty good. After all, women living on the Citadel was a rarity, and there was a total of six of us working at the club, all of which were taken care of by one Rick. The owner. He made sure our every need was catered for, we were never left wanting for anything. He knew what we had to put up with, he knew we needed an incentive to stay.

Rick’s weren’t always respectful. Some would try to touch us without permission. Some would make comments that were a little too inappropriate, even for in a strip club. Some of the wealthier Rick’s would try to bribe us for extra services. Now, this wasn’t strictly against the rules, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t taken one or two up on their offer. I wouldn’t call it prostitution. No. I only slept with a Rick if I wanted to, if they wanted to give me money at the end of the night, well then… That was up to them. Let’s call it a gift.

It was the same faces every night. Well, that was obvious; every face was a Rick. But it was always the same Rick’s, some would be regular visitors coming every week… one or two visiting every day, even. I would go as far as saying I was friends with a few of the nicer ones. But generally, they blurred into one. When I danced for them on stage, they were a fuzz of lecherous grins, wolf whistles and gruffly spoken compliments; usually along the lines of look a the ass on that, or get a load of those tits. It was all very predictable, after all, they were literally different versions of the same person. There wasn’t much room for uniqueness.

That was exactly why when something was different, I noticed. Up on stage, I tossed a glance over my shoulder at the group of Rick’s that always took up the same space every Friday night; a set of three of them in uniform. Council guards. They’d always whoop and holler, drink way too much. Then again, show me a sober Rick and I’ll eat my hat. One of the three always got handsy, paid me for a private dance every damn week and always wanted more by the end of it; but he just wasn’t my type of Rick. But this week, I noticed an extra figure perched at the edge of the table. Between spins on the pole, I watched him. His eyes were fixed on the table, and he nervously tapped his fingers on the sides of his glass. He looked a little different to the other Rick’s; he wasn’t in uniform for one, and he wore his hair differently. But what struck me the most was his expression, it was gentler than the other Rick’s. There was no trace of a dirty smirk, or an ogling gaze, just a soft smile and a slight curve to his brow. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable looking smile, and it certainly wasn’t a look I’d seen around before.

My slot on stage was up, and once the song I’d been performing to came to an end, I made my way down the steps at the edge of the stage to ‘make the rounds’. There was a routine to this gig, every couple of hours each girl had a stage slot, a time to be the center of attention, to advertise the goods. Once it was up, we mingled; flirting Rick’s out of their hard earned money in return for a private dance. For their cash they got a topless dance, full nude if they paid extra, and if we liked them; they could touch.

I made my way over to the guards’ table, utilising the well practiced walk that swayed my hips in a way that had the Rick’s drooling. Oddly enough; this job was empowering. I’d never felt sexier, so desirable, so in control of a situation despite having my tits and ass almost completely out. The way each Rick would watch me, try to get my attention, work to get two minutes of my time or even a wink. How flattering it was to be told every night that you’re my favorite, baby.

“Lookie here boys, it’s our girl.” One of the Rick’s called out as I stopped in front of the table, bracing my hands on it’s surface and leaning over.

“It’s good to see you all again, though I will admit. I’m a little offended that you missed our date last Friday.” I teased, sweeping my eyes across the row of men in front of me. It was true, it had been two weeks since they’d last shown their faces; a very odd occurrence.

“Ahh, sorry, baby. Staff- council made us go on some shitty staff training weekend. Did, uh, did you miss us?” Another piped up, the one directly in front of me. He leaned across the table, his flirtatious smirk just inches from my face. I watched as he stared down at my cleavage with as much subtlety as a brick. I reached out and placed a finger under his chin, lifting his head to look him in the eye.

“Of course I did. You’re my favorite customers.”

“I bet- I bet you say that to all the Rick’s.” He said, and I smiled in amusement. I dropped my finger abruptly from his chin, and I stood up straight, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Where are your manners, boys? You haven’t introduced me to your friend, yet.” I turned my gaze to the Rick on my left, the different one. He jolted at the attention, looking up at me with wide eyes. A snort came from the Rick who always got a private dance, and I glanced at him.

“Friend? This idiot isn’t our friend. He’s a tag along. We just thought, hey, if you’re so goddamn eager to linger like a bad smell, how about- why not come see how real Rick’s spend their Friday nights?” He told me, and I raised a brow.

“‘Real Rick’s’? He looks like a Rick to me.” I looked the guy up and down, and he flushed under my gaze.

“He’s Doofus Rick. Jus- come on baby you don’t need to waste your time on him. He wouldn’t even know what to do with a woman like you.” The Rick directly next to him said, turning his back slightly, trying to block him out of the conversation.

“I doubt that’s true, is it, sweetie?” I leaned back over the table, towards the so-called 'doofus’. “I bet you know exactly what you’re doing.” I gave him a sultry smile. He seemed to shrink under the attention, his slightly lazy eyes not seeming to know where to settle; darting between my breasts and my face and the other Rick’s. “Doofus Rick, huh? That doesn’t sound very nice. What’d you like to be called?”

“I’m- I’m Rick J19Zeta7.” He told me quietly, and I smiled.

“Alright, Rick J19Zeta7. I haven’t seen you in here before, what brings you here?” I asked, and he glanced over at the others, who seemed to be watching on with varying degrees of disbelief plastered on their faces.

“Th-they told me we were going to the observatory.” He admitted, and I chuckled.

“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t want to be here?” I asked, raising a brow in amusement. His lips parted and his brow curved in guilt.

“No! That’s not- I didn’t mean to say that. You’re very nice and I- this is a nice place, gosh, I don’t want to offend you or anything.” He rushed to make amends, and I simply shook my head with a grin on my face.

“I’m joking. I’m not offended.” I held my hand out to him daintily. “I’m Lyra.” I greeted him. He looked at my hand for a moment, before giving it a very gentle shake.

“That’s a- Lyra’s a pretty name… like- like the constellation.” He smiled timidly.

“It’s not her real name, dumbass. They’re all- all the girls are given different names here. They’re all after constellations. Thought you’d figured that one out after Andromeda over there bought you your… your glass of spring water.” One of the others sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, that’s- that’s pretty clever! I like that.” J19 smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Jeez.” I heard one of the Rick’s mutter. I pursed my lips in thought.

“Well, thank you for the compliment all the same. I agree, Lyra is a pretty name.” I straightened up, taking a step closer to him, reaching a hand out to run my fingers through his hair. Being so close, I saw the slow sweep his eyes made from my legs to my eyes, and I saw how they clouded with something close to lust… but it was swiftly hidden. “You’re cute, Rick J19Zeta7.” I commented, giving him a cheeky smile. Rick fidgeted, avoiding my eyes and scooting forwards in his seat, closer to the table. I noticed the Rick next to him give him a funny look, before he broke out into a smirk.

“Oh shit, Doofus. What’s wrong? Did you get a stiffy 'cause the pretty lady spoke to you?” He asked in a condescending voice, and the poor guy flushed impossibly red. I resisted the urge to join the other Rick’s in peeking under the table; but they all resurfaced howling with laughter.

“Oh my God, he does. He actually fuckin’ does.” One of them exclaimed.

“Shit, this guy- hey, Lyra, is this a new record for you?” Another cackled, and I rose a brow at their display.

“I don’t- I- shut up you guys! Why’d you always try to embarrass me like this?” J19 whined, yet his hands had gone under the table, no doubt to cover himself up. I licked my lips as I watched him. Something about him was very attractive to me; whether it was his kindness or his innocence, I wasn’t sure. But the idea that he was sporting a boner while we spoke… well, that did something to me. I trailed my hand down to his shoulder and leaned down to him.

“How about I show you my private room, sweetie?” I said into his ear, and his body went rigid.

“I- I don’t have any money, c-cause I didn’t know we were-”

“No charge.” I said, biting on my bottom lip.

“What the fuck?” My regular Rick yelled, looking pissed. I rolled my eyes and looked over at him.

“Cool it, honey. I simply want to talk a little more, somewhere without all this loud music.” I assured him, flashing him a flirty smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you came for later.”

“Damn right I will.” He grumbled. He pointed a finger at J19. “And you, keep your goddamn hands off of her, she’s- I don’t want her tainted.”

I rolled my eyes subtly as I turned my head back the Rick in front of me. “So?” I asked, offering my hand to him.

“Talking more w-would be nice.” He nodded, taking my hand as he rose to his feet. I smiled and led him away from the others.

“I’ll see you boys in a little while, don’t go anywhere.” I called over my shoulder.

Once we were away from the main club and halfway down the corridor towards my private room, I turned around, taking his other hand and walking backwards as I led him. I glanced down at his crotch, noticing a slight bulge there, and smiled.

“You know, Rick, if you’d like me to dance for you while we talk… I’m quite happy to.” I purred, backing into the door and pushing it open. The private rooms were fairly small, atmospherically lit with colour changing lights: fading from pink, to purple, to blue, to purple, to pink. There was a comfortable sofa inside with dozens of throw pillows, a glass coffee table, and a speaker; quietly playing music.

I led him to the sofa, gently pushing him down by his shoulders. He leaned back into the cushions, never once taking his eyes off of me. “I-I think I’d like that.” He nodded.

“Yeah?” I said coming close to him and placing my hands around the back of his neck, beginning to sway my hips to the sound of the music, undulating from side to side. “Alright, sweetie. Since it’s your first time here; I’ll treat you.” I smiled, stroking my hands down the front of his chest as I bent my knees, lowering myself down in front of him, before rising back up.

“Wow, you- you’re a good dancer.” He said, his fists balled up at his sides.

“Thank you.” I laughed, turning around and shaking my backside for him, bending over as I watched him over my shoulder. He looked incredibly flustered, like he wasn’t sure how to react. “So, do tell me, how do you know those other Rick’s? Are you a council guard too?” I asked, hoping the small talk would put him at ease.

“No, not officially… I do help out though, they won’t- they won’t let me become a certified guard.” He said, rather sadly.

“And why’s that?” I asked, turning back around to face him as I moved with the music.

“Well, you saw how they talk about me. They don’t th-think I’m smart enough.” He admitted, looking down to my waist.

“You seem plenty smart to me.” I noted, and he shrugged. I didn’t like how sad he was looking, so ran my fingertip down the side of his cheek and said, “Would you like me to take this off?”

He watched as I flicked my bra strap against my shoulder, and his eyes widened. “You- you’d actually do that?”

“Of course. I’d like to.” I nodded, stroking my hands slowly over the mounds of my breasts, tempting him. He didn’t answer, but I took his astonished expression as a positive response, so I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Holding the cups to my chest, I shimmied each arm out of the straps, watching him gulp hard as I let it go, baring myself to him.

“Oh, wow, they’re- you’re so pretty.” He told me, and I giggled, playing with my breasts for him, squeezing them and tugging on my nipples. A quiet whine came from the back of his throat, and I noticed the bulge in his pants had grown and I could see his hard on tenting his pants clear as day. At the sight of it, I felt a surge of arousal go straight to my core, and I shuddered.

“You wanna touch them?” I asked, secretly praying he’d say yes. Every single suggestion I made seemed to surprise him, his eyes widening, his lips parting to show his cute, crooked teeth, those cheeks turning pink.

“Ohh gosh, I- I don’t know, Lyra… I haven’t really, um, been with many women.” He admitted, and I gingerly climbed onto the sofa, straddling his lap.

“Please?” I couldn’t help myself. The hands by his sides rose to my body, hovering over my waist, twitching slightly. Eventually, he touched me, his fingers like little sparks of static electricity against my skin. He wasn’t even touching my breasts, yet I found myself moaning quietly. “Rick you're… I have to admit you’re one of the most irresistible men I’ve met on the Citadel.”

“Really? Oh, jeez that’s really something, Lyra. W-why is that?” He asked, his eyes focused on my breasts as I wiggled them in front of his face.

“You seem very sweet. I’d like to see if… if you’re like that in the bedroom.” I admitted, taking his hands in my own and slowly guiding them up my body, my grip loose, not at all forceful. When they reached my breasts, he squeezed them of his own accord, and I chewed on my bottom lip. “Or if maybe… you’re a bit of a freak. A real dirty boy.”

Rick laughed nervously, his hands moving back down to rest on my thighs.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asked, getting ready to climb off of him, but the hands on my thighs kept me in place.

“No! I’m just- I’m really- I don’t wanna get too, you know… you’re a beautiful lady, and I don’t want to get carried away and do something you don’t like.” He admitted, and I chuckled, sounding slightly menacing even to myself.

“Relax, baby. What if I want you to get carried away?” I said, and he let out a soft moan, pressing his lips together quickly after. I trailed my hand over his chest, moving down his body to his lower abdomen. He jolted and looked down at my hand warily. “This looks like it’s uncomfortable.” I said, ghosting my hand over the straining tent in his slacks, not quite touching him, yet asking him for an invitation.

“It- it is a little.” He nodded sheepishly.

“Looks impressive too. Your pants must feel real tight right now, hmm?” I continued, and he nodded slowly, licking his lips. “Well. We can’t have you feeling uncomfortable now, can we?” I said, my hand hovering over his fly. I looked to him for permission, and he nodded his head again. Carefully, I unbuckled his belt, then undid his pants; tugging them open and pulling them down a little to free his hard on, covered only by a pair of loose boxers. I always found it interesting how different Rick’s had different underwear preferences. It was a fun little game to try and guess, J19 surprised me, I had him down as a briefs man.

“Does… does it bother you?” He asked, and I glanced up from his arousal to look him in the eye, swallowing down the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. How shameful.

“Does what bother me, sweetie?”

“That I’m, uh, that I’m like this because of you.” He said, flushing. I raised my brows in surprise at his question. I giggled, and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Oh, honey. I’d be bothered if you weren’t.” I told him, and he laughed too, seeming to relax. “Listen, Rick J19Zeta7, I’d like to make you feel good.” I whispered to him, stroking my fingertips over his lower abdomen, making his breath hitch.

“Yeah?” He replied, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

“Tell me to stop if… if it’s too much, okay?” I said, and he nodded his head eagerly. With that, I gave into my urges and wrapped my hand around his hard on, squeezing gently through his cotton underwear. Rick tensed, a quiet whine coming from the back of his throat, getting louder as I stroked him slowly. I brought my other hand up to his chin, tilting his head up so that I could kiss him. He froze for a moment, seemingly unsure of how to react, but he quickly relaxed; kissing me back with as much enthusiasm as I was hoping for. His confidence seemed to grow, and he allowed himself to trail his hands over my body, exploring every part of me, squeezing and caressing every curve.

I took this as confirmation that it was okay to proceed, and slowly crept a hand inside his boxers, stroking him skin to skin. Rick broke the kiss, his eyes flying down to his crotch as he let out a desperate groan, breath picking up. My palm quickly moistened with his precum, and I had no doubt that he wanted this, I just wondered if it was half as much as I did. He cursed under his breath, his head rolling back against the sofa, eyes rolling up to the ceiling unfocused. I took the opportunity presented to me and pressed kisses into the column of his neck, earning a little breathless laugh for my actions. I slid back in his lap, trailing the kisses down as far as his clothes would let me, sneaking my free hand underneath his shirt and caressing his chest. His little moans and gasps were getting to me, his inexperience was obvious in that he seemed a lot less reserved than other Rick’s, Iess controlled… and it was driving me loopy.

“Rick, baby, I wanna- can I use my mouth on you?” I found myself asking, sliding further back in his lap and readying my descent to the ground before I’d even got my answer. I wasn’t disappointed though, as his head darted up to look and me and he nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Please, tha-that's…” he trailed off, holding his tongue. I smirked, sinking down to the floor and kneeling between his legs. I reached for his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear to pool around his ankles; he was quick to raise his hips to help me. Less and less shy he was becoming, boldly reaching out to push a piece of hair away from my forehead as he chewed on his bottom lip. Keeping eye contact, I gave a long sweep of my tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip. “Ahh! Fu- oh my gosh.” He whined, his cock twitching in my hand.

The head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of my lips and I bobbed up and down, keeping it shallow and twirling my tongue around him; tasting the sweet yet salty flavor of his arousal. I groaned, closing my eyes for a moment to savor the sensation of him filling my mouth inch by inch, as I took him deeper. He was noticeably larger than the other Rick’s I’d been with, as few as that may be, and the desire to get up and ride him burned inside me. Alas, the equally strong desire to feel him throb and release in my mouth prevailed, and I kept my knees firmly on the ground.

“Ohh Lyra, y-you’re so good at this!” He gasped, and I felt tension in his legs as I ran my hands up his thighs, the tension that came with the urge to thrust. An urge that most Rick’s followed without hesitation, but this one seemed to hold back. Perhaps it was a little messed up to think of that as a challenge, but I did.

I took him deeper still, relaxing and ignoring my instinct to gag as I felt him stretch my throat. With my eyes closed in concentration I didn’t realise how far I’d taken him until my nose made contact with his groin, and I felt an immense rush of satisfaction. Rick’s hand found its way to my head, fingers tangling in my hair. I pulled off of him to take a breath, a string of saliva connecting us.

“You like that? Like having your dick buried deep in my throat?” I asked, a flood of boldness filling me and coaxing the dirty talk from me. Rick shuddered and I watched a bead of precum roll down his shaft.

“Y-yes, yeah, you’re amazing at… at taking it.” He told me, eyes darkened with lust. I mouthed him again, taking him to the back of my throat over and over with each unbridled bob of my head. Rick writhed above me, making a satisfying amount of noise, and I felt the subtle tightening of his hand in my hair. I pushed myself to go quicker, deeper, wanting to pry the dominance out of him, groaning with joy when I got my wish with a hard buck of his hips and a growled; “Uhh, fuck yeah!”

Rick plowed into my mouth with uncontrolled, desperate thrusts. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was letting loose deep, lustful grunts until finally he pushed my head down, burying himself as far as physically possible. My gag reflex was all but non-existent when my mind was so focused on the sensation of his cock twitching, filling my throat with hot cum. My ears were filled with the sound of his long, blissful moan, and my eyes became unfocused, blurred with tears as I groaned helplessly around him.

Finally, the pressure was elevated from the back of my head and I pulled off of him with a gasp and a few coughs, gaining back my bearings. I hadn’t realised how long I’d gone without oxygen. I felt Rick’s hands on my face, his voice sounded distant.

“Oh my God I’m so so sorry! I-I-I don’t know what came ov-over me.” He rushed to amend his actions and I blinked up at him in surprise. “Lyra? S-say something!”

I pulled him down by his neck, crushing my lips to his. I snaked my tongue into his mouth, flicking the tip of his and tasting him. When I pulled back, he was looking at me with a confused expression.

“You aren’t mad at me?” He squeaked and I shook my head.

“Fuck no.” I told him, turning away from him for a second to grab a pen from the coffee table behind me. I took his arm in my hand and pushed his sleeve up, and scribbled something quickly across his skin. “That’s my number. You, uh, you’ll call me, right?”

“Y-y-you liked that?” He exclaimed, eyes wide. I rose to my feet and climbed on top of him again, taking his hand and guiding it between my legs. I pressed his fingers to the seat of my underwear, and he swallowed hard as he felt the damp spot that resided there.

“You tell me, J19Zeta7.” I smirked. His fingers slid back and forth along my clothed slit, almost curious in nature. I took a shaky breath and climbed off of him, moving out of his reach. “I need to get back to work.” I told him, leaning down to pick my bra up from the floor. He watched me dress myself before glancing down at his arm.

“Wh-when should I call you?” He asked me.

“Well, that’s up to you.” I shrugged, turning away from him to inspect myself in the mirror by the door. I touched up my lipgloss and tidied up the panda-eye look I had going on, before smiling at him in the reflection. “But uh, I’d very much like to do this again and… sooner rather than later.” I said, and he nodded in understanding, a little smile lighting up his face. He rose to his feet, pulling his slacks up as he did. He came closer to me, stopping just a few inches behind me. We looked at each other through the mirror.

“Well, Miss Lyra. I’ve very much enjoyed speaking with you this evening.” He said, a mischievous edge to his voice. “Will I ever get to learn your real name?”

“Perhaps.” I smiled. “You’ll have to wait and see, until we meet again.” I turned around to face him.

“I look forward to it.” He replied.

“Now. Come on, your friends will start to get suspicious.” I giggled, then led him out into the corridor, making sure to pull his coat sleeve down as I did.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #doofus rick x reader #fanfiction

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theherondaels · 7 years ago

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Oh No (A Soy Luna Next Gen Fanfic)

I updated in less than three months, that's a new record lol

Now here is part 1 of Matteo's reaction xD

Have fun reading!!!

7. Karma

"These heels are killing me," Luna complained as she got out of the car. "Well, you wanted to wear them," Matteo reminded her, offering her his arm. "Oh, how gentlemanly of you," Luna grinned, taking it. He gave her a charming smile, "When am I not?"

Luna laughed a little. "I can think of many moments," she teased.

"We both know I have the better memory," he said, walking with her to their house. Luna mumbled something Matteo didn't quite catch, but he let it slide, being too busy opening the front door with his key.

When the door was finally unlocked, Matteo switched the light of the staircase on. It was only now that he noticed that there was no light on in the living room. He pointed it out to Luna, who was freeing her feet from her uncomfortable heels. Matteo shed off his jacket. "I'll check on them," she said, meaning the kids. She winced a bit, "But first I'll have to get some blistering plasters."

Matteo pitied her, even though he had told her that they still had to walk a little bit to the restaurant and new heels surely weren't for a situation like that. His wife, being as stubborn as she was, hadn't listened to him and was now walking up the stairs very slowly.

"Take your time," Matteo grinned, taking off his dress shoes. Luna's reply was drowned out by the telephone ringing. "I'll get it," Matteo yelled, making his way quickly to the living room.

Seeing the caller ID, Matteo answered immediately. "Gastón, what is it?" he asked worriedly. It was half past nine. His best friend never called that late.

"What no hello? I'm hurt!" Matteo rolled his eyes, Gastón's voice sounded too normal to have anything bad happened. "And may I remind you that you once called me at 3am, totally freaking out, because-"

He was cut off by Matteo. "Yes, everybody knows the story. Why are you calling?" he asked, tone indicating annoyance now. "I was worried, bro!" Gastón's voice was full of concern, "You weren't answering your phone again and I thought-" Matteo interrupted him a second time. "Luna and I went out. It was a gift for her birthday. Last year," Matteo like felt that he needed to add that. "Oh, date night," he heard Luis whistle in the background. "Wow, you're really early there," Gastón added in a deadpanned manner, ignoring his son's comment. "I know," Matteo sighed. With their schedules it hadn't been possible earlier. At least they had made it before her next birthday, which was less than a month away.

"So, why did you call?" Matteo asked, having genuinely no idea what could be important enough that Gastón had called him on his phone. At least twice. "As I said, I was worried. Not that you're already thinking about - or worse committing - murder."

"Wait, what?" Matteo sat down on the couch, expression equally alarmed and confused, "Why should I murder someone?"

Gastón now too realized that Matteo had no idea why he had called. "Oh my god! You don't know yet!" he shouted loudly. Giggling could be heard from the other end of the line. "This is going to be so great. Nina, get the camera!"

"Gastón, what's going on?" Matteo asked, more annoyed than earlier. "Gastón, don't," Nina's voice could be heard in the background. "Yes, Dad, do!" Luis encouraged his father. "Tell him! Or I will!" Lola shouted.

"Well, the majority has decided," he could literally hear the grin Gastón was without doubt wearing right now. Matteo made a mental note to gift Ofelia two books for her birthday this year, since his goddaughter hadn't participated in the conversation.

"Check our group chat. You'll have to scroll up a few times though," Gastón informed him, still sounding very cheerful. Matteo would have rolled his eyes, but he had a really bad feeling about this.

"Matteo, who's calling?" He turned around, eyes landing on Luna. She still wore her blue knee-length dress, but her expression wasn't as pained anymore. Matteo covered the loudspeaker with his thumb, Gastón - and his family - didn't need to hear their conversation. "Did something happen?" she asked quietly while walking up him, concern evident on her face. "It's Gastón." Worry flashed in Luna's eyes. "Nothing awful happened," Matteo clarified quickly, "He sounded way too happy for that." His voice had become somewhat bitter by the end. Luna knitted her brow at that.

He held the telephone far away from him. "It kinda scares me," Matteo admitted, running his other hand through his hair. While his best friend had done some weird things in all those years he'd known him, like trying to set up Luis and Stella using a Lion King song (thankfully that hadn't worked!), Matteo somehow just knew that he wasn't going to like the reason of Gastón's call.

He didn't explain further, so Luna revived their earlier topic.

"I think they're both asleep. Their lights are out," she whispered. Matteo raised an eyebrow. "Even Stella's?" he questioned, eyeing the clock. It was still before her normal bedtime. "Maybe the day simply out powered her," Luna shrugged. "Or her age is finally catching up to her," Matteo joked. Luna's laugher filled the room, "Don't let her hear that."

"Hey, Matteo, hey? Have you seen it?" Gastón's overexcited voice could be heard in the entire living room. Why was he yelling again? Matteo sighed annoyed and handed the telephone to Luna. "Hey Gastón," she greeted her husband's best friend. "Luna, Luna," Gastón repeated her name hectically, "You have to do me a favour and record this!"

"Gastón, I'm not recording this," Luna said, having not even an inkling what Gastón was on about. "At least tell me his reaction," he begged. "If you tell me what this is all about," she tried to compromise. "Okay, but don't tell Matteo anything. I want to do that," he stated his condition. "I won't," she promised. "Okay," Gastón lowered his voice, Luna could barely even hear him, so Matteo definitely couldn't. "Stella and Andrés kissing on the street," he sang, laughter interrupting his own words with laughter. Luna's eyes resembled plates now. "What?" she sputtered. That got Luna her husband's attention. "Did he tell you?" he asked tentatively.

"No, he didn't!" Matteo fully knew that his wife was lying. Her panicked voice always gave her away. Remembering Gastón's earlier words, he fished his phone out from the pocket of his dress pants. "Well, I'll check my messages then," he said, unlocking his phone. "Matteo, please don't do that," Luna pleaded, already knowing it wouldn't end well if he did.

He would have a heart attack and die.

Matteo ignored her, opening WhatsApp. He started to read the messages from their friends, his look becoming more worried with each second. Suddenly, the Italian's brow furrowed. "Why should Pedro get Andrés out of the country?" His voice had become irrated within seconds.

"Oh, you there... Scroll up!" Gastón urged excitedly. Matteo's brow furrowed further. He didn't like this at all. Still, he did as Perida had told him to and when he saw the picture he wished that he hadn't. Matteo's eyes ignored the headline completely, they were too busy processing the pictures on the right side of the article.

The first picture already looked suspicious. Stella and Andrés stood way too closely together for Matteo's comfort. He could only see the expression his friend’s son wore, which was a goddamn smirk. Matteo felt the blood boil in his veins. Just what did the boy think he was doing? Their faces were only a few inches apart, it wouldn’t take much for them to kiss.

On that note, Matteo would have absolutely no problem drowning Andrés in the Mediterranean Sea if he got wind of anything that included his lips being even in the vicinity of his daughter’s mouth.

"I think he froze," Luna informed Gastón, as Matteo's gaze was still fixed on his phone, as if the photo would dissolve itself if he glared long enough at it. Luna eyed her husband worriedly. He wasn't thinking about murder, was he?

When his eyes reached the next picture Matteo almost let his phone fall. Of course, his thoughts had to be horrifyingly accurate.

The picture immediately let Matteo's protecting instincts run wild. Stella would turn only turn 15 in two days. She shouldn't be kissing anyone. This was too soon! Way too soon! And it hadn't been just a quick kiss. Oh no, any idiot could see that. With his hand on her back this just screamed intimacy.

"I will drown that boy in the Mediterranean Sea," Matteo muttered under his breath. This picture had taken at least twenty years off his life. He had to call Vittorio. Luna’s eyes nervously switched between her husband and the door, debating if she should warn Pedro and Delfi. Gastón had the audacity to laugh. "Gastón, this isn't funny!" she exclaimed desperately.

"Payback," Gastón coughed. Yes, Matteo thought bitterly, Karma truly had done an out-standing job there.

"I mean, he finally knows what he put poor Miguel through," Gastón cackled. Alright, what was enough was enough! Matteo grabbed the telephone from Luna in a swift motion and, without saying another word, ended the call.

Maybe he should just throw it out of the kitchen window. The headlines surely would be hilarious, something along the lines of "Matteo Balsano loses it over daughter's first kiss!". He'd prefer "Andrés Arias missing since yesterday!" though.

Oh, if he just could teleport himself to their friend's house and make that thought reality.

"So, what do we do?" Matteo asked his wife, hoping her answer would include his great-uncle, connecting the telephone with its loading station. "What do you mean? We're not going to do anything," she said, confused by the coldness of Matteo’s voice.

"Luna, you can't be serious! We have to do something," he said exasperated, his voice getting louder with each word, “She isn't even 15 yet! What should we do? Ground her? Take her out of J&R?" Luna's eyes widened at the punishments Matteo had listed. He possibly couldn't mean that. "Are you seriously suggesting that right now?" she asked, crossing her arms, anger finding its way into her voice too. “Yes, I am. I don’t want him near Stella!” He didn't care what it took as long she didn't see that boy anymore. Hell, he'd sent her to Rome if that meant she wouldn't be near him.

"You know, she could have made the first move too," Luna remarked. “Well, there's only way to find out," Matteo then said determined, standing up. His wife quickly followed him. "Matteo, what are doing?"

"Getting -" She got a hold of his arm, stopping him. "No. You're not ruining this for her. Plus, it's a school night, she needs her sleep," Luna reminded him, "We'll talk about this tomorrow, when you're done overreacting." Matteo stared at the door, trying to figure out if this was really worth a fight. "How can you be so calm?" he asked eventually. "No Italian blood," she chuckled. "C'mon, Matteo even you knew this day would come," Luna said, the joking tone gone.

Yes, he had. Still, it didn't make this situation any better. Even when Stella had started talking of a skating partner in a way that had rung alarm bells in his head, he had ignored the sign, hoping the guy wasn't interested. A foolish thought, really, his daughter always got what she wanted.

“We have to ring Tamara tomorrow, surely she can assign Stella a new skating partner,” Matteo started again.

Suddenly, the living room door was being opened, revealing a seething Stella.

"How can you say that? You don't even know what happened!" the teenager accused Matteo. He crossed his arms. This was nothing new. His daughter tended to irrational outbursts when she was angry. "Be glad that we're not transferring you to another skating rink," Matteo told her. "Oh, you can do that,” Stella mirrored her father’s hand gesture, “We can still meet each other in our free time,"

"I don't think so," he said with authority, adding his final blow, "You're grounded 'til you're 18."

"You can't do that," she yelled. “The more you protest the nearer comes an all girl’s school in Italy,” Matteo spoke in Stella’s direction, who had turning towards her mother, "Mom, say something!" Luna looked really uncomfortable. Her husband and daughter had both switched into Italian by now. She didn't like the Italian hot temper they, and Luca to some extent, possessed.

"Matteo, it’s not like he has a bad influence on-"

He truly doubted that. The Arias brat already had a tattoo, but he was sure Stella wasn’t aware of that. “Oh, really-“ Matteo was interrupted by Luna. “Matteo,” she started with his name again, “That’s enough. Look at her!”

He did. Stella’s cheeks were the same colour as her scarf from all the yelling. Wait, why was she still wearing a scarf to bed? Hadn’t she stopped with that last week? Her lower lip trembled and her eyes looked glossy, for a second, he thought she’d would try the crying thing. “I hate you!” she spat out instead, storming off to her room, slamming the door in the process.

“Wow, that went great,” Luna sent Matteo a stern look. He didn’t notice, the words Stella had thrown at him still echoing in his head.

"Matteo," he felt his wife's hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to her, eyes pained with betrayal. "We both know she didn't mean it like that," Luna tried to perform damage control, "She's upset. You know how she is, it'll be all forgotten next week."

"I can't believe she said that," Matteo muttered still in shock. "It wasn't fair of her to use those words," Luna agreed, sighing. "However, what you said wasn't fair either. You two are too much alike for your own good sometimes.”

"Matteo, I know this all a little too much right. How about we leave it at that and go to bed? I'm sure everything will look better tomorrow," Luna suggested when he didn't answer her.

Balsano truly doubted that, but couldn't bring himself to tell his wife that. "You're right," he agreed instead.

Luna noticed her husband's doubtful expression and sighed. Stella was truly growing up. Whether Matteo liked it or not.

#fic: oh no #soy luna next gen #my fanfics #soy luna

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snowstorm-thirteen · 7 years ago

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ALL OF DEM! *evil cackle* J/k unless you really want to xD How about every ten? So like 1, 10, 20, etc? :0

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?Out of these, the one I use most is SoundCloud, but lately I've been doing this thing where I go to a thrift shop and buy a pile of CDs for 50 cents each. I prefer this to any digital music service because it's a fantastic way of discovering great and really obscure music. Most of the bands I find broke up years ago and fell into obscurity, or never left obscurity at all, and it's a fantastic way to find some unique tunes.

2. is your room messy or clean?Currently, rather messy. I usually like to keep my place clean, but we've had this heat wave lately, so I've taken to flopping on the couch and doing nothing.

3. what color are your eyes?Weird. From a distance they look kind of... golden brown? But that’s deceptive. They're like, hazel, but with blue rings around the outside of my iris. This picture of a multicoloured eye from Wikipedia is very similar to mine.

4. do you like your name? why?

I hate my full birth name, but I like what I go by now because it really suits me.

5. what is your relationship status?

It’s really complicated, lmao.

6. describe your personality in 3 words or lessAwesome, cool, radical. I kid, I kid. xD Chill, accepting, introverted.

7. what color hair do you have?Black

8. what kind of car do you drive? color?I don't have a car. I walk or I get the bus.

9. where do you shop?Pretty much everywhere, but mostly at Coles and IGA.

10. how would you describe your style?Gothic punk butch lesbian meme queen.

11. favorite social media accountYou mean like... one I use or one I follow? My fave to use is Tumblr, and my fave person to follow is Jacksfilms on YouTube.

12. what size bed do you have? King single.

13. any siblings?One brother.

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?Finland. I went there in 2006 and I totally adored it. Also it's winter there right now, and that's better than this heat wave, lmao. Would also accept a position in Antarctica.

15. favorite snapchat filter? I don't have Snapchat, but that dog one I see people use is kinda cute.

16. favorite makeup brand(s)I don't use makeup, like, at all these days lmao. Back when I did, I just got whatever was cheap.

17. how many times a week do you shower?Most days, like 4 - 6.

18. favorite tv show?Steven Universe, if that wasn't obvious, lmao. I'm also really into Land of the Lustrous right now.

19. shoe size?9 in womens, 6 in mens. Those are the Australian sizes, I have no idea what those are internationally.

20. how tall are you?163 cm, or 5'3

21. sandals or sneakers? Out of these, sneakers, but I usually wear boots.

22. do you go to the gym? Nah, I do most of my workout at home. It's cheaper and easier that way.

23. describe your dream dateMovie and dinner. A good classic.

24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?About $10.

25. what color socks are you wearing? Black.

26. how many pillows do you sleep with?Two.

27. do you have a job? what do you do? I don't have a "job" but I'm a videographer and editor by trade. I also have training and qualifications in a range of other fields, because I got bored when I was younger and studied, like, everything lmao. Currently I'm in a volunteer position tutoring teenagers in filming and editing.

28. how many friends do you have? Quite a few. I'm scared to try and count exactly in case I miss anyone out.

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? I thought I was straight for an embarresingly long time. That was pretty bad, lol. I also ran a cringey YouTube channel in 2006 - 2007.

30. whats your favorite candle scent?

31. 3 favorite boy namesChad, Chad, and Chad.

32. 3 favorite girl names*sings* Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl

33. favorite actor? I don't really have one lmao.

34. favorite actress? As above. I don't follow any actors or actresses specifically, I just like watching stuff lmao.

35. who is your celebrity crush?Not sure if she strictly counts as a celebrity, but I've had a massive crush on Simone Simons since I was in high school.

36. favorite movie? Inception, and Imaginaerum by Nightwish. I gotta rewatch Imaginaerum.

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I don't read as much as I used to, but my favourite book at the moment is The Erth Dragons by Chris D'Lacey.

38. money or brains? As much as I love money, I like having a brain.

39. do you have a nickname? what is it? Snow, which is also, well, kind of my name. xD I've also been called Yellow Diamond, so that's p cool.

40. how many times have you been to the hospital?Way too many to count. When I was a kid, I ate a lot of stuff that wasn’t edible, so I got rushed to the emergency room a lot. Even the times I swallowed actual poisons, I never got sick, much to the bewilderment of the doctors.

41. top 10 favorite songsIn no particular order: Ghost Love Score by Nightwish, Solitary Ground by Epica, Speed of Light by Van Canto, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, Hotel California by The Eagles, Lightning Rod by The Offspring, Sarcasm by Get Scared, Between Halloweens by The Matches, The Pizza Song by The Bouncing Souls, and Alcohol and Oxygen by Anadivine. This changes fairly often, but these are my top tracks as of right now.

42. do you take any medications daily? Yes.

43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)Soft and dry.

44. what is your biggest fear? Bit of a cliche, but my biggest fear is fear itself. I hate being scared, it makes me think irrationally. It used to be arachnophobia, but with the amount of spiders that make their way into my unit, I kind of got over that through exposure, lmao.

45. how many kids do you want? None, zero, zilch.

46. whats your go to hair style?I don't strictly style it, but it naturally falls into this look that I really like.

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) I live in a unit, which is fairly spacious for a one bedroom place.

48. who is your role model? I don't really have one, I just do my own thing.

49. what was the last compliment you received?I honestly can't remember. Probably something to do with my videos.

50. what was the last text you sent?Texted my Dad telling him I was ready to be picked up from the supermarket.

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?Something like... 8 or 9? But I managed to convince my parents I still believed until something ridiculous like age 12.

52. what is your dream car?Something that works, doesn't look like its been stolen, and is affordable. I have simple dreams.

53. opinion on smoking?I'm a smoker, and I say, never start smoking. But if you're gonna smoke, don't be a dick about it. Always smoke downwind of non-smokers and don't leave your butts all over the place.

54. do you go to college? Nah, I'm way too old, lmao. But I did when I was younger.

55. what is your dream job? I'd love to edit TV ads and news reports, but I can't work full time, so I'm currently working towards selling paintings at local markets. I get to work my own hours and set my own rates, so if the first couple of markets go well, I'm gonna keep up with that.

56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? In the past, I would have answered rural, but I'm really enjoying near-city life right now.

57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Yes! I also take the soaps.

58. do you have freckles? Like, about, 6 in total lol.

59. do you smile for pictures?Only when prompted. I usually keep a neutral expression in photos.

60. how many pictures do you have on your phone? A few hundred.

61. have you ever peed in the woods? Yes. I occasionally go on week long hiking trips, and when you're surrounded by woods, there's nowhere else to pee lol.

62. do you still watch cartoons? Me? Watch cartoons? Scandalous. I only watch Serious Adult Shows™

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?Australian Wendy's doesn't do nuggets, but I like the ones from Hungry Jack's.

64. Favorite dipping sauce? Ranch

65. what do you wear to bed? Pretty much whatever.

66. have you ever won a spelling bee?We don't do spelling bees here, but my dyslexia was really bad when I was younger, so I would have failed like Hell if we did.

67. what are your hobbies?Video editing, painting, walking, collecting really cool rocks, watching TV, sometimes reading, playing bass, listening to music, gaming.

68. can you draw? Yes. I'm currently dabbling in animation, and I'm (very slowly) working on one for my YouTube channel.

I’m going for that “messy on purpose” look so it doesn’t take forever to complete. I also have this sloppy shit I did for Christmas last year.

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69. do you play an instrument?I play a few, but my main one is bass. I'm also trying to learn the ukelele.

70. what was the last concert you saw? I think it was some random local band.

71. tea or coffee?Coffee all the way.

72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?We have neither. I just get my coffee from wherever.

73. do you want to get married?Maybe? I'm not entirely sure.

74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?I have a few crushes, and I don't know all their initials lol.

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married? I like that thing where people combine their last names.

76. what color looks best on you? Black. Even my grandmother, who hates black, thinks it suits me best.

77. do you miss anyone right now? Kinda.

78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?Closed. It keeps the temperature nice.

79. do you believe in ghosts?Yes.

80. what is your biggest pet peeve? When people constantly send me messages like "?" or "you there" or "hi" over and over and over again while I'm trying to work on other things.

81. last person you calledA doctor's office to see what their walk-in rates were. Let's just say I won't be going to that practice. xD

82. favorite ice cream flavor? Good old chocolate.

83. regular oreos or golden oreos? I've never even heard of the golden ones.

84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Chocolate all the way.

85. what shirt are you wearing? Plain black.

86. what is your phone background?It's Yellow Diamond.

87. are you outgoing or shy?I'm both. It depends on the situation.

88. do you like it when people play with your hair?Nah. Feels weird.

89. do you like your neighbors? Yes. The people in my block of units mostly keep to themselves, and are very friendly when I run into them.

90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?Both, when I can be bothered.

91. have you ever been high? There was one time I accidentally mixed up my mother's narcolepsy medicine with my atheritis medicine as a teenager. That was fucking wild. I could hear colours and smell sounds.

92. have you ever been drunk? A lot in the past, yes, but not now.

93. last thing you ate? Battered beef strips.

94. favorite lyrics right now"Oh, we are the working dead, and we lurch for minimum wage, but I'd really rather be... eating your brain!"

95. summer or winter? Winter, definitely.

96. day or night? Night.

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate? Dark chocolate.

98. favorite month? Idk, May?

99. what is your zodiac signTaurus

100. who was the last person you cried in front of? I literally don't remember lmao.

And that's it! I can't believe I did that whole thing, omfg.

#canitellusmthin #asks #this is fucking long #there's a read more for a reason lmao #also thanks for asking!#this was so much fun

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livingmybestfictionallife · 7 years ago

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Proximity (10)-Boo at the Zoo Pt.2

Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.

A/N: So this central plot has changed a bit, but the story will stay the same--Reader and Seb trying to make things work despite the challenges thrown at them. ALSO, I actually have a Hawkette fanfiction that’s hinted in this story (if ya’ll are interested, I can update it on here, if you’re interested in that kind of thing)

Warnings: i can’t remember XD maybe language

Tags: @yourgayonlinemom, @broken-pieces, @bubblyanarocks3, @metal-arm-red-star, @yessy2012, @sebstanwassup, @bucky-bear-barnes, @starkxpotts, @kyleannsmut, @dammnnbucky, @crystallimythium, @harleenquinzzel, @camillechan, @marvelouslyloki, @msdrmarvel, @jesuistresjolie, @castielskitten, @ilovethings-somuch, @boyzines, @thelamegatsby, @huntressxtimelady, @left-boob-chris, @champssole-blog, @ruefulposts, @licoricelace, @pleasantbucky, @jjlevin, @anniemadeofclay, @-tulipsunflower-, @shakzer00, @one-of-the-boys, @come-and-figure-me-out, @miraisnotavailable, @ladymelissastark, @seargantbcky, @ballerinafairyprincess, @mydragulesebastian, @magsimovna, @the-amaranthine, @tomxhotland, @mummastace, @starmoras-walkman, @stacieisaloser, @can-a-girlsie-chime-in, @gallxntdean, @mackenziesgalaxy

“Tom, get down!” (Y/N) and Elizabeth yelled while the rest of the group urged the youngest member of their party to leap onto the fence post running along a small train track.

“Quit being moms,” Anthony slurred. “Tom’s doing something cool for once.”

“He’s going to fall,” Chris stated in a matter of fact tone.

“Thank you, Chris, for having some sense,” Elizabeth said while turning her attention to The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan.

“No, I mean he’s literally about to fall,” Chris said while pointing at Tom who tried to stand up and was wobbling on the post.

“Uh, guys?” he called out while everyone turned toward him. Being closest to the fence, (Y/N) hurried forward and grasped Tom by the forearm, steadying him while he tripped back over the fence and, like a cat, flailed mid-air before landing on his feet.

“That’s it, no more perching for Spider-Man,” Elizabeth scolded as Tom leaned back against the fence and tore his mask from his head for the first time that evening. The group had already been approached by a few fans before--some were sober enough to realize they were the actual Avengers while others were too drunk to see past the rag tag costumes.

“Fair call,” Tom muttered. Once he caught his breath, a couple of girls who had spotted him without his mask hurried over and tapped him on the shoulder. Of everyone, only Tom, Elizabeth, and (Y/N) were the most easily recognizable, but since no one knew who (Y/N) was, Tom and Elizabeth received the most attention from by-passers when unmasked.

“T-Tom Holland?” one of the girls asked him.

“Hi,” he smiled as the group started to disband and allow Tom time to take photos with his fans.

“Hawkette! Wait!” Immediately, (Y/N) turned around and faced the girls then pointed to herself. Upon doing so, the girls waved, asking her to come over. (Y/N) looked to Sebastian for reassurance as her face flushed of color.

“Go on,” he said with a smirk and prideful smile while giving her a little nudge.

“Can we have a picture of the two of you?” they asked.

“Don’t you want to be in it?” Tom asked in confusion.

“Yes, but first we want one of just you two,” the older of the two young women said.

“Um, okay?” Tom said with confusion while (Y/N) bit anxiously at her lip.

“Come on, Peter, put your arm around her,” the younger of the two urged. Tom obeyed and slipped his arm along (Y/N)’s waist and smiled while (Y/N) made a face that appeared to be fed up with ‘Peter’s’ antics, which made the girls laugh. “Perfect!” they smiled in reference to her facial expression.

“Can I ask what this is about?” Tom asked the two girls before they initiated a selfie with him and (Y/N).

“It’s a fanfiction thing,” one of the girls said with a blush.

“It’s called Hawkette so when we saw you two in costume, we were going to get a photo but then we realized you were you,” the other explained after snapping a few selfies with the pair, thanking them for their time, and then running off yelling ‘it’s canon’ at one another excitedly. Slowly, the rest of the group approached the (Y/N) and Tom with confused expressions.

“You better watch out, Sebastian, someone’s trying to steal your girl,” Anthony teased.

“What was that all about?” Chris asked.

“I guess you’re much more famous than you thought,” Sebastian teased (Y/N), causing her face to turn red and her lips to purse up at him, begging him to shut his mouth before he said anything more.

“What are you talking about?” Tom asked as (Y/N) shrunk back toward Elizabeth.

“Sebastian, don’t-”

“(Y/N) wrote fanfiction,” Sebastian cut off (Y/N) and said with a mix of pride and laughter in his voice.

“Will you shut up?” (Y/N) groaned.

“No way!” Anthony cackled loudly. “I’ve gotta see it!”

“What, is that what those girls were talking about?” Tom asked while turning his attention toward (Y/N). She groaned at Sebastian and huffed.

“I thought you loved me,” she teased him with a pout.

“I do,” Sebastian said while taking her in his arms in front of everyone. “I’m just also very proud of you.”

“You’ve never read it!” she protested.

“It has to be good for people to just know about it,” he said reassuringly while the rest of the group continued to pester her.

“What were those girls talking about?”

“Do you write sexy-time stuff?”

“Hold on, I’m looking it up!”

“Have you written about me?” (Y/N) shoved lightly against Sebastian’s chest and groaned as the other guys went back and forth with one another while Elizabeth stood silently with a subtle smirk on her lips.

“Fine, I wrote a Marvel character into the MCU and it got some recognition on a few of websites,” she explained. “It’s not a big deal. I just took Kate Bishop’s storyline, put her in Civil War and Homecoming, altered bits of Peter’s story into her background and made it all fit together without loose ends.”

“I found it!” Tom shouted. Immediately, everyone’s phones went off, signaling a message in the group chat.

“Yes!” Anthony cheered as Tom’s link to the story came through.

“No,” (Y/N) sighed while putting her face into her hands and feeling how hot her skin was turning. “Please,” she begged.

“Katherine Bishop was the youngest daughter of Derek and Eleanor Bishop. After her mother's death she isolated herself and became a very lonely child. At a young age she witnessed her father brutally assaulting a business partner in his home office and further detached herself from her family, becoming stubborn, self-reliant, and distrusting of others,” Tom read out loud.

“The summer between junior high and high school she was sexually harassed and attacked in Central Park. Only one man stood up to the attacker, sacrificing his life to save the girl’s,” Anthony continued.

“Katherine hurried toward the dying man to be intercepted by Clint Barton, known to the world as former Avenger, Hawkeye. She immediately recognized him and, overwhelmed with grief and guilt, demanded he train her to defend herself,” Chris read.

“Since she had distanced herself from her father, Clint became a role model for her. He taught her a variety of martial arts techniques, trained her in hand to hand combat, and strengthened her already existing abilities as an archer to the point where she was on par with him. After Clint's "retirement" due to the Accords, and in opposition to and influx of recognition of a vigilante in her neighborhood called Spider-Man, Katherine's adventure as a hero begins,” Sebastian stated.

“Will she be able to live up to her namesake? Will Spider-Man pose a bigger problem to her ability to do her job? Will the Accords affect her in any way? ...What do you think?” Tom finished the intro (Y/N) remembered writing nearly a year and a half ago. “Fuck, now I want to read it,” Tom muttered to himself.

“It is really good, (Y/N),” Elizabeth said softly.

“You let Lizzie read it and not me?” Sebastian complained with a pout.

“I found it online one day,” Elizabeth explained. “I read everything that you have posted for that story and have been waiting for you to pick it back up,” Elizabeth stated with a sly smirk on her face.

“I’m going to find the scariest haunted house here and lock myself inside because it can’t possibly be worse than the nightmare I’m living,” (Y/N) grumbled.

“I always thought your dramatic nature came from spending so much time around Sebastian, but it turns out, that was all you,” Anthony laughed.

“I hate all of you,” (Y/N) grumbled with a laugh as she started walking towards the reptile exhibit and the adjacent haunted house.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Sebastian yelled after her while shoving his phone into is pocket and chasing after her. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back to the group with a smile on his face. “We’re just teasing you because we all love you.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Chris admitted to her with a gentle smile that spread to the crocheted wings poking out over his ears.

“Yeah, if Tom can dress up in Spider-Man costumes until he’s twenty and not be ashamed, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Anthony said.

“We won’t read it if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Sebastian said while rubbing his hand along her back. After contemplating everything she’s written, (Y/N) sighed and realized there wasn’t anything in the story that would cause her extreme embarrassment...yet.

“I don’t know why you’d want to read it, but I don’t care if you do,” she finally admitted.

“Good, because I’m on chapter two,” Tom announced as he stared at his phone screen.

Continued Installments

#proximity #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian x reader #seb stan #seb stan fanfiction #seb stan fanfic

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cryptidofthekeys · 7 years ago

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He’s Baaack

((Gonna give a quick warning this contains a bit of violence)) Chase was laying in bed one night, just staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't go to sleep that night. He heard a ding from his computer, he sat up, raising a brow "What... It's like... past midnight..." He sighed, wondering who on earth could be up this late, he walked over, sitting down in the chair and looking at a message from... The name was... just, Unknown, he assumed they had messaged the wrong person but when he looked at the message he froze, he saw glitched up text, he could at least read that however. [H́ ̧̧e ̛̛l͡ ĺ͘ ͏ó̸ ̷C ̶h ̴͢a̷͡ ͘͠ś ͏e͘ ̶̨̕y͏ ͏B҉͘ ́҉o ̴̀͞y̶͝.̵͟..] He froze completely, terror spilling into him, he knew that glitched up text from anywhere. He quickly typed back [Your not... Who the fuck are you? Are you just messing with me? Cause this type of prank ain't a funny one bro] He sent the message and waited for they're response, he kept staring at the text and that damn nickname that rang out in his ears. Finally, a response [͟Aw̴͡w̷̴͡,͞ ҉̷C̸҉̧ha̵͢se̢͞y͡͠-͏̧B͝ó͢y̶͞͡,͘ ̢̡d͜͞on̸͝'͟tc̶h̡ą̡ rę͟͞m͏̨ȩmb̛͜͡e̴͡r̢̨͝ ̢̧m̵̷̡e̡̧?̧͜~̷̧ ͡Y' ̸kn͞o͞w͟ ̶͘D͜ ҉A҉̢҉ ̵M ̸̛N҉͞ ͡w҉̀e͏̷͞l̕ļ ͢w̡͟͜h͜o ̢i͏t̨ ̵̵͢is͟͟~̷͞ T̵his̴ ̴̴̶I̴S̀͠N̛'̕Ţ̀ a͞ ̧̛j͞o̷k̛͝e̡̡~̸́͢ ͢͜I'̧m̛̕ ̀͡b͘͞a̵͘a͝a̶̛͜a̕c҉͏k̡̕~̨!́] Chase's eyes widened at the message, jumping back when little glitches began to form on his screen, he wanted to cry, he wanted to just bang his head against the wall right then and there, maybe he would wake up... Yeah, this had to be a nightmare, its gotta be, I'm still asleep... Another ding sounded, Chase looked over at the message, mouth agape at what he saw [͏T̡̛h͢͠įs̨ ̶͡i̸͘͝s ͡͝n҉̀o̢ ̶m͞er̨e͜҉ ̴͞ǹ̀ig҉h̶̢͡t͏m̛à̶r̕͞e, ҉y̕o̧͟u҉̛ ̸̷a̴ŗ̛ę̸̵ ̷i͢͏́n̶ ̛́́f͜à̕c͞t̸͝͏ a͘wa̛͠ķ̵è͝,̶ ́͝͠an̵d̵͘͟ I̛ ̵͟A̸̵͝ ͜͢M̴͟ ̴̷C̷ ͜͡O ̨͡M͝ ̢I͠͠ N ̨G͏͏̛.̨͟.̡.̷͠] Another message immediately followed [͜S̨̕͟ ̧e͡ ̴͏͢é͟͏ ̡̨͢y͏ ̡̡o͟ ͜͠u̸ ͢s̀͟ ̶̧̛o̸̷ ̢̕͝o̕͞ ͜n~] Chase froze, backing away from his computer that completely glitched out, he backed all the way to the door, gripping the doorknob tightly. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the screen, making Chase want to scream out in terror, he couldn't believe it... No, no no, it couldn't be him. The man cackled loudly, making Chase hold his ears, his gaze fixated on the being on the screen "̧͡͡Į͡t'̧s̨̀͡ ̧́͘be̴̵͝e͢n ̛̀s̀u͝c͟h҉ ̡̢͞ą ͏l͢͝o͡͝͏n͏͞g͞͡ ͜͞͡ţ̕i̧m͞é̢͏, 'a̶̢s͡ǹ͘͡'̢t̵̛҉ ͏̸it͟͝ p̧r̷̶̛ec̨i͝͡o̴̧us͢ ̧̛͡b̢̡͟oy?̢̧͡~͏ T͏͡ell̷͏͞ ̨m̶e,͡ ̛̀́h̴̷̨ow͝'̵̕s̷͘͢ ͟͞t͢h̕͞'̷̨͜ ̨͢ẁ͡͡i̧̛͢f̸e̕ ̢͢a͝n͡'͏̸҉ ͞͞k̴íds̢̛͘ ̨͢ḑ̶͠o̸̸͡i̡͢n͘g͏?" Chase didn't speak for a moment, he had a lump in his throat that he hardly swallowed down, staring at the other he opened his mouth to finally speak "H-How... How the fuck did you find me?! W-What... What are you doing here Anti?! We... We got rid of you, how.... how are you back?!" Chase screamed, his voice shaky and crackling in terror. Anti merely chuckled and smiled a smile that was far too wide to be considered normal, he put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion "̷Sh͡h̢,͜͞ ͏d͟͠on̢'̴̧̀t̶͜ ̧͞w̧̡͟ą̸̸k͞e y̧̨e̶̶r ̷͞f̛a͜mí̢͡l̴y͝~̸̸ ͠Aś͜͠ f҉҉e͘r ̕͝h̛͠ǫ̷w҉ ̢m'̷͟ ̴b̴̢a̢͜͢c̶̶͝k͟.͡.͜͡҉.̢͠.̸͝..̷̡ ̢͜Y҉͏ę̴͜r ̴̶̛n͜ó͟t ͢v͘͘͞e̵ry̴͜ ̧͢͞cļ̀eve͏̸r,̢ ̛͝a̶͟r͝ȩ̸͏ ̷̸y̴̸a͘͝?́͠͞~̷̨ Y̴̡̧ ̴́Ó̵ ̕͜Ù̕͘ ̨C͘͜ ͝Ą̀͞ ́Ń ͘͢͝' ̀͢Ţ̵̸ ͡G̵͟ ̶È̴͝ ̧̧T̨͢ ̨́R҉ I̶̢ D̀ ̡͏͢Ó͘ ̶F̡ ̷͜M̴̵ ̧̀E̕͠" Chase stared at Anti, a horrified look plastered onto his face, he glanced back at the door for a moment then back towards the screen to now find it pitch black "?!" Chase gasped and looked around the room, not seeing anyone. He quickly opened the door and was about to sprint before he came face to face with the monster that had haunted him so long ago, he gasped and tried to move away but Anti grabbed his wrist and shoved him against a wall, chuckling insanely. "̵̛͠W̨͏͡hè̸͘r͟e y̧' ́͘g̵̨͠oi̸n̷g̀͝ ̡̛͜C҉̨͞hás͜e҉y̸-̛b͜o͡y̵̢?͠!~͘ ͢͞T͞ḩ̵'̸ ͠f̴u̧n͘'̴s̴ ̡͡o͘͢nl̸̨͡y̷̡ ̴̸́j͞u͞ś̵̛t ̷s̴t̵a͞r͞͠t̵̡̧i̸̢n'̡~̷̷!" Chase whimpered and turned his head away, tears beginning to stream down his face, he had lost his cool already "L-Leave... Leave me a-alone... Your supposed to be gone.... W-Why... Why are you back?" He sobbed a little, struggling to get out of the monster's grasp, unfortunately to no avail. Anti cackled, twisting his head and smiling widely at the other "̴A̢̛w̷͡w҉,̧̡ ͜͜c̴̛̀'͟m̶͞oņ~̷̶ ̛͘We͘ ̡͢c̷an͜ 'a̷͝v̡̕e̢҉ ͝͠s̸ơ͘m̨͠e̛͢ ͡͠͏m͜͞o̢͟r̕e̶͢ ͏͢f̶͏u͠ń̕ ̕͠C̷h̕asey͢-B̵҉o̴͏y̷~͏͟!͝ ̨J̀͠͞us̨̕t̢́͝ l̢ì̷k͏̛e̴͘ ͟oĺ͜͞d҉̵ t͢͞i̢me̷s̸͟͢~́!" Anti and Chase both quickly turned they're heads when they heard a small gasp, from what sounded like a child, in fact it was... Chase's son: Greyson had walked in and looked over at Anti, with a terrified expression, he then looked back at Chase, hugging his bunny "D-Daddy.... Who....Who is that....? And.... w-why does he have you pinned a-against the w-wall... Is... Is he a b-bad man?" The child asked innocently, clutching onto the stuffed animal in his hands. Anti froze for a moment, just simply staring at the child, he glanced back at Chase, sneering suddenly, mouthing 'If you alert anyone, I will kill them' Chase knew what Anti meant and nodded, he looked over at his son, giving a reassuring but fake smile "D-Don't worry kiddo, daddy is just fine, this is... a.... f-friend of his... Just, go back to bed, and don't tell anyone, alright sport? Just, go on please" Greyson gave his dad a skeptical look for a moment, looking over towards Anti who simply snickered "͝B̷̡̡e ̴͞a̵̷ ͞g̵̨o̵̕o͡͠d̶ ̴l͞҉i̴t̶́̀t̛͏͘l͞e͞ ͝b̛o͢y̶,̸̶ lis̶̷͜t͘e̛͢ņ ͘͢t̨'̢̀ ̴̨̀ỳ̕e͘͢͜r͜͠ f̀̕a͏ţ̵h͠e͟r҉ ̶̀a̸ņ͟' he͡aḑ ̸͡o̕f̧f̵̛͘ ̨́b̢a̢̛ć̵k ͝t́o̕ ̸b̸ę̴d̨~" He cooed to the child, shooing him off. Greyson quickly took off upon hearing Anti's voice, heading back into his room "D-Daddy... Was...Was that really a f-friend...?" The child quietly mumbled to himself, crawling back into bed, even if it wasn't, there wasn't much he could do. Anti cackled, turning back to Chase "́͡Y̵̧̕ér̶̕͞ ͟l̵͞uc̡͟͞k͝y͢͞ ͟͝t͟h̶e͜ ̶̴b͜o͜y͡͝ ̧ĺ͘i͏͏͝s̷͢t̛e̶͟n͘͞ę̕d̴͟,͝͝ ̕I͡ţ̢'̷d b̴̨͟e̕ ͟à̡͢ ͡s͘h͝͏͡a̕m̡͝e ̴͘̕í̷f̴͟͡ ͘h̵͝͝ę͝ ̀h̡͠a̡d̷̛ ̶̨t͏́͞'̕ d̡̢͘ ̧́̕į͡ ̶͢͜e̷͟ s̢̕͢o҉ yǫ̨u̴n͝g̷~̧́͟" Chase bit his lip, frowning at Anti "You bastard...! You will leave the children alone, they have nothing to do with this, this is between you and me..." Anti laughed, pulling out his knife, twirling it around carelessly "̶Ǹ̕o̴͞w̷̵ ͜no͏̕̕w̴͢,́ ҉ỳ̶̧er̸ ̨̀'̡͞A҉RD̵̵͠LY̛̕͏ ̶͜i̢̡͘ń̸͢ ͘a̧ ̴͢p͜͏osit̴̛ìon҉ ͡t̴͜'̴ ͏b̕͜e̸̵͢ ̀̕҉g̢í͞v̢̀i̵͟ǹ͞g̢̀ ̧͘m͡e͏͘ ̡oŗde͘r̢͏̀s͞~̧ ͢I̛f ̴͟͟I͟ ̢́ẁ͜a̴̢̛n̷̨̨t̷́ȩ҉ḑ͞ ͠I ̀͞ç̀͠òu͠͝l҉͏ḑ ̵͠g̢o̡̧͜ ̵̶͝a҉͠ń͠͞d̢ şlì͟͝t̕ ͞b́ot̴͢h ͞o̡͘҉f͏ ͟͟t͘͜͢h̷̵̛'̷̧͠ ̧l̀͞i̧͢͠t̛t̕͜l̕e̶͟͝ ̨̕b̸̡r̶͠a̴͠ţ̢s ̢͢͝t̀h͟͏ŕo͟a͘͢ts ̸r ́i̧ ͜g̶̨ h̢̨͟ ̴t͡ ̸̨n̷͘ ́o҉ ̕͟w҉҉~" Chase's eyes widened at Anti's statement, the thought of this monster, killing his precious little baby's... It sickened him, that Anti would go that far, tears streamed down his face "No, please don't... Leave the tiny duders alone, p-please... leave my family out of this... I'll do what you want..." He hiccuped, staring at Anti's cruel sneering expression. "G̛o̧̡ǫ́͏d͏̴͢ ̶́b̡͏o͜y̛͡~ N͏̡͞o̷w,̀͜ ̸͡҉y͘͏er̨ ̶ń̵́ơ̕t̸̛ ͝t͘a ̨͜te͟ll̛͢͢ ͘A͞ ̴Ǹ ̢Y ̴҉Ò͘ ̀̕N̨̕ ͢E̕͡҉ ͝͞҉ó͢͜f̵̴̕ ҉o̷͟u͜r͝͝ ̷li̴͠ţ̴͢ţ̡̀l͝e̴͟ m͏͏e͟͟͢et́i̛͘҉nģ ̕'̀͘͠e̛r̴e͟͡ ̛t͠'n̕ig̢̨h̷̸t̛~̷ ҉Ye'͜l̴ļ b̕e͜͟ se͘͟͝ei̷̛n̛g̢͢͞ ̧͏m͝ȩ ͞a͜ga̶̛͢i̧̕ņ͠ ̸̨so͏͡ǫ̴̡n̴̴̕ ̴͘͢C҉̛há̢s̢͞e͞y͞~ ̢͜I҉̀ ̀͢c̛͝a͢͠n̶̷ ̸a̕s͝s̨u͘͡r̴͟͠e̢͢ ̶̀y҉' ҉̸o͜͜n̴ ͟t͏҉͠h̨͞a҉̀͞t.̵͢ ̡͟F̨è͏ŕ̛ ̨no͢͞w,͞ ͢I'̸͝l͟͏ĺ͘ ̸̶l͡e͘͢a̕v͠͡e ͘͠y͜'͠ ̷͟͜a͝l̨͘͞on̢è́͘.͢͏.̡́.̵̨̛.̢́̀ ͟See̕͘ ̸y̷̛͟'͝ ̴̸͜in ̧̢y̵͠ȩ̕͠ŕ ̨ņ̛̕ight̶m͝͝͡arè̕͡ś͡~͝" And with that, Anti was gone in a flash. Chase fell to his knees on the floor, beginning to cry and sob "Why...Why is he back, why......... why me... Why can't he leave us alone..." Chase began muttering and rambling to himself "...He won't ever leave me, or anyone else alone... Oh god my family's in danger all over again, oh god no please... please not again I-I c-can't..." He choked on a sob, proceeding to hug his knees and bury his face into them. "I can't.... go through this again... Not again, please..." He was breaking down, he didn't want this... He wanted things to be normal, he wanted things to just continue being peaceful and happy, the more he thought about it, the more he realized. "Do... Do I not deserve happiness?" (( Ahh the saddest ending, poor boy.... hmm since I HATE breaking people's hearts tbh-- I can imagine, Schneeplestein comforting and hugging Chase again, and kicking Anti's fucking ass for doing this to the poor boy, no one messes with Schneep's boy-- N o b o d y-- but here's a creepy and yet sad story @chase-brody-protection-squad here’s y’all some feels and yet a bit of comedy relief from the mun, Schneeps will destroy Anti for this-- don’t fuck with the boy xD))

#antisepticeye #chase brody #chase bro average #jse community #tw violence #My Story

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halfblood-fiend · 7 years ago

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So I just wanna make a huge, and I mean massive, thank you post for all y’all that came out and supported me during my liveblogging of finishing The Calling over the last couple days. It’s honestly been the best part of being stuck in bed sick and it actually made me want to finish that bound--forgive my language here--piece of crap. (If you wanna see the posts, you can find it all under #Fiend attacks The Calling and spoilers are tagged, just in case.)

For anyone who’s interested in me doing it again, the other two DA books I haven’t read right now are Asunder and The Masked Empire and you can let me know via ask, message, reply, or whatever, which one should be done next (though I think I know which one might win).

If you replied to any of my posts and didn’t get a shitty personal reply I tried to do through mobile, I am literally gonna put them all here, under the cut (and if you have the time, I feel like it’s worth looking through all of them because some people said interesting things and I like to think I can be pretty funny with my responses. lol). Lmao.

Thanks for enjoying this mess of a book with me! When I first started venting my frustrations, I low-key thought I’d be slamming a book everyone loved. Lol. I’m glad I was wrong.

@inuy21 replied to her own reply post: I’ll have to give Stolen Throne a look to see if will change my mind Loghain. Though I wasn’t really a fan of his in the game nor Maric’s in The Calling. And it’s Empress Celene, right? LOL

Nah, that book is actually called The Masked Empire. It’s the one where allegedly Celene and Michel de Chevin are The Worst™.

Anyways, do at least take a look at Stolen Throne because Loghain is 15/10 in that, honestly. I hated him too until I read that book and now I’m in love.

@thexann replied to Why do I hate David Gaider’s book’s so much?: The only good thing his books did for me were make me unconditionally love Loghain, but even then, his writing was so difficult to give a damn about I skipped around the ENTIRETY of The Stolen Throne, read all the good Loghain bits, then never picked it up again!

Same! High five for solidarity sisterrr!!

Skipping around, that was smart. That could’ve saved me a lot of Maric moaning and complaining as he destroyed not one, not two, but THREE of his friends’ lives. WHat a swell guy!

@october-rosehip (I hate it when it doesn’t TAG PEOPLE!!) replied to the same post: Dude needs an editor, BAD. He also suffers from… severe need for someone to hide his thesaurus. He’s written about people sitting redolently, smoking *kohl*, and once, three elves were playing HARPSICHORDS in a town center. Outdoors. Also, pacing issues. Dude has great ideas, but he’s not a novelist. Or historian.

He does! I’m surprised he didn’t have one? Isn’t everyone supposed to have one? Or did it not matter because he was riding on the coattails of a successful game of a hopeful franchise?

But yeah, I noticed that too. There’s overly conspicuous complex words, like he actually went into Word processor and tried to find the biggest word he could to replace his plain English ones. Causing no one to understand him. I mean harpsichords?? outside?? Has he ever SEEN a harpsichord??? Gaider wtf man... I look forward to that nonsense.

@cullenstairshenanigans replied to Dusty. Everything is “dusty” with this guy.: I quit after the 20th use of “the man”

Oh yeah. I saw that. He was notorious for that.

Don’t be afraid! Use people’s names! Do you realize how many men there were in this book?? Especially at the beginning?! Use. Names. There’s some free writing advice for ya, Gaider.

@october-rosehip replied to the same post: Oh, I guess someone DID steal his thesaurus.

Lmao. Only when it wasn’t convenient. Not only did he use “dusty” for everything, he also believes that the only noise swords make is a “clatter,” be it a “dull clatter” or a “clear clatter” (literally both phrases he used in the same scene!) Not to mention that he also thinks warriors just drop their swords willy nilly all over the place, as if they aren’t the most important singular possession to a SWORDSMAN.

@oh-thatcal replied to “She had never spoken of this to anyone.”: if you wanna rage, just read The Masked Empire… OTL these books are both good and awful at the same time.

I am actually rather beside myself with excitement tbqh.

@bombasticpro replied to Oh god now Maric is doing it too…: Dat dab

Now I’m not sure if I’m Young and Hip™ enough to understand this correctly, but I’ll go out on a limb and say, “Yeah, I know right??”

Maric and Fiona bled their hearts out to each other for literally no reason. Do real life people actually do this? I don’t go around spilling my deepest secrets. Maybe it’s just that no one has gained enough Approval to unlock my Tragic Backstory™ yet.

@oblivionscribe replied to Maric has been stabbed by several spears...: For all the head trauma Maric received, I’m surprised he lasted long enough to sire sons.

Me too. I seem to recall that this isn’t new either, that Maric was often receiving head trauma in The Stolen Throne too!

What I would like to know is why is no one wearing a fucking helmet???

@thecrazyfereldan replied to I think that I’m starting to see one...: His writing also tends to be rather dry.

TRUE. It’s hard to read. Like, I read his story the way I would eat beef jerky: slowly, in near agony because I like the taste but hate the texture, and with my jaw aching because I had to chew so god damn much. And in the end, it’s for what? A steak tastes better, is easier to eat and is still beef.

(the steak in this metaphor is a DA game btdubbs, lol)

But seriously, it goes right up there with show and don’t tell. Telling only takes me to Snoozeville.

@october-rosehip replied to the same post: Dislocated thumbs continue to dislocate for MONTHS if you keep using your hands. Guess how I know. Also? Putting them back in hurts just as much as putting them out in the first place.

Oh, yikes!! I am so sorry there, friend. But, yeah, I can see that because my jaw still gives me trouble. Not that it redislocates, but it’ll pop sometimes and it HURTS.

So that means that Duncan would have been in WAY more trouble by doing that to himself. Imagine being a rogue who’s thumbs kept dislocating??? Especially when he was trying to pick the locks on their manacles again in the climax?

And when Duncan popped his thumbs back in, all he said about it was that second quote (“He took a moment to get used to the stabbing pain…”). That was it.

Gaider, I can only suspend my disbelief so far, bro.

@oh-thatcal replied to @starlanellfic ‘s post about my liveblogging: Do all the books!

Dude... I kinda want to...

Although I wouldn’t do Stolen Throne again only because it would probably crumble into me fangirling over Loghain which no one, except maybe @@element-104 , would want to see. lol.

@ma-sulevin replied to Okay, so, as much as I sorta like Duncan...: My personal favorite part is when the mage asks him about Grey Warden stamina and he’s like “uhh….. YES yes we do have that let me show you”

*snorts* omg YES. It was classic! Predictable, but classic, and I was totally willing to accept that from him. xD

@ma-sulevin replied to WHY DID SHE KISS HIM I AM SO MAD... : It literally made no sense

I’m still mad. I haven’t gotten over it. There was no romance until that happened and even that was forced af. Not one piece of it felt real. At least I can thank the Maker that he didn’t write about Fiona “boobing boobily down the stairs” or any of that other male gaze nonsense.

@thesecondsealwrites replied to Duncan has an obsidian dagger. Smh.: \o/

Bless you, PonySeal. I feel like you might’ve already figured this was a peeve of mine. Lol.

@queenofeire replied to the same post: 0/10 against any kind of armor Hella sharp for 5-10 cuts then pretty much useless….

^^Yup, basically.

Granted, it ended up being magical? But if that mage didn’t enchant it with an Unbreakable spell, chances are it’s still useless. Fite me.

And @fenriswaifu? You’re welcome. :) Sorry if I ruined your Aesthetic.

@valammar replied to Gaider keeps using the word “almost.”: I’m still cackling at the last line of this post.

Look, I’m still VERY angry about obsidian knives, okay?? lmao. Volcanic glass IS GLASS, it’s not ALMOST GLASS. It is.

It is.

@amarmeme replied to Well that resolved neatly...: yea, that book was… not my cup of tea

Mine either. Of the three DA books I have now read, The Caling is my least favorite. And by least favorite, I mean it was awful. Sorry to those who love it.

And that’s all te replies for now. LMao.

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wenamedthedogkylo · 7 years ago

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Eyyyy, sum tags bruh

Get to know me tag game!

Tagged by @betweenrivers-betweenworlds, thnx m8.

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20* people.

LAST:

1. Drink: Aqua, also known by plebs as “water”. 2. Phone call: Uh..... technically to Willa cause I think she was tryna find her phone. 3. Text message: A group text, in which I provided some amusing pictures. 4. Song you listened to: The chocobo theme from FFXV cause Willa’s playing it right now. 5. Time you cried: I genuinely have no clue. It was a while ago and I don’t cry easily. It was probably at a movie or something. Or maybe it was the cry I had after BatB...

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: HAH!! No. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yep. 8. Been cheated on: Lmao no 9. Lost someone special: Yeah, a couple. 10. Been depressed: Ahahahahahahaha! Literally 24/7. *finger guns* 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Of course, gotta do it at least once. I’ve done it more than once, so I’ve had my fill for life.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Dark red, black, and dark purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yup. 16. Fallen out of love: Pfft, ain’t even fallen in love so no. 17. Laughed until you cried: Many times. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Like... in a bad way? Not that I– wait, yes, my older sister talked trash about me to my parents cause she’s a butthurt immature crybaby who can’t have mature conversations to save her life. We all laughed about it. (By that, I mean my parents eye-rolled and sympathized with me and I cackled.) 19. Met someone who changed you: Mmmm... can’t say I have? 20. Found out who your friends are: Lmao I mean I already knew it. I don’t make friends easily, so once you’re a friend, that’s that. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: HAH. Nope.

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I mean, technically most of them? I knew them either from HS or college, or they’re family? There’s only a few that I’ve met online, and at least one of those that I’ve met online who I’ve subsequently met IRL. 23. Do you have any pets: 1 1/2 cats. 1 cat is fully mine, and I co-parent her brother. 24. Do you want to change your name: I think I’ve effectively done all the name flipping necessary to feel comfortable with it, so nah. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Um. That... that’s a good question. I think I just... maybe had good food and watched a movie? 26. What time did you wake up: Like 11:55 AM, just in time to get my computer open to start work XD. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Playing the Sims and watching Parks & Rec. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: BLACK PANTHER! THOR: RAGNAROK!! STAR WARS!!! 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Mmmmmm... I wanna say October? 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I’d make myself very wealthy to solve literally every single problem I, my friends, and my parents have. 31. What are you listening to right now: The background music for Final Fantasy XV. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah, my grade school principle was a Tom. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Capitalism, not having money for the things I need, and how hard it’s been for me to focus on/enjoy things lately because *Jean-Ralphio singing voice* ~even on medication, depression makes my life a walking nightmaaaaaaare!~ 34. Most visited website: Tumblr for sure.

RANDOM INFO:

35. Mole/s: A few all over. 36. Mark/s: Tons of scars, can’t really think of any birthmarks of note. 37. Childhood dream: Archaeologist, dinosaur hunter, historian, astronaut, pirate, queen of England... the list was long and unrealistic. 38. Hair color: Light blondish-brown naturally, purple by choice. 39. Long or short hair: Long as fuuuuuuck. 41. What do you like about yourself: My eyes are a cool color I guess, and my hair is usually really soft and smells good. 42. Piercings: 3 per ear, two on each lobe and one each in the cartilage. 43. Blood type: Literally never been tested so I have no clue. 44. Nickname: Bree is the most common that I usually use in place of my real given name, Briana. My dad used to call me Bubbles for reasons I still don’t know, some friends called me Breezy in HS. Right now the only other big one is Bryn (online only). 45. Relationship status: Single as fuuuuck. 46. Zodiac: Capricorn. 47. Pronouns: She/her and they/them (rarely he/his). 48. Favorite TV Show: Penny Dreadful, it’s the most beautiful show to grace the world ever in the history of everything. 49. Tattoos: None. 50. Right or left hand: Righty. 51. Surgery: I had to get stitches on my head when I was little. It’s a dumb story. 52. Hair dyed in different color: Hell yes! 53. Sport: Quidditch. On the computer. That’s it, I don’t like sports. 55. Vacation: I’d love to properly explore Europe, do some more putzing around the UK and actually visit France. 56. Pair of trainers: Uh, none right now. Like I said, I’m not a sporty, active type of person so if I don’t need ‘em, I don’t got ‘em. I prefer boots and like, Keds-type slip-on flats types of things.

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Nothing healthy, I’ll tell you that much. I’m trying to restructure my diet and exercise rn to lose weight, but 100% honestly that just means I’m gonna get tall 2% S’mores Frappuccinos instead of grande regular (whole milk) ones. 58. Drinking: I’ve been making a conscious effort to drink way more water, especially cause the summer makes me even more dehydrated. 59. I’m about to: Probably play the Sims? Or rewatch Castlevania hehe. 61. Waiting for: MY FIRST COLORED CONTACTS TO GET HERE AL-FUCKING-READY SO I CAN TRY THEM OUT. 62. Want: Student loans paid, more money in my bank account, and my new work schedule to start already. 63. Get married: It would certainly be nice with the right person, but highly unrealistic. 64. Career: Well, I’d prefer to be a film actor already, but until I’m more financially stable, my current job is alright.

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: Both are great, but honesty bomb warning, I’ve been pretty touch-starved my whole life thanks to social anxiety so I’m not used to either, especially kisses. Those tend to come more easily only when I’m drunk and there’s lots of people to kiss. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes for sure. 67. Shorter or taller: I prefer taller, and in fact would love to be taller myself, but oh well. 68. Older or younger: Younger than me just really weirds me out, although Tom Holland makes me feel a way or two. Older actually feels way better, particularly in the 10-15 years range, but I also know that if just like 1 or 2 years younger feels weird to me, then 10-15 probably would feel too weird to them. So I’m just resigned to living alone for the rest of my days. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice stomach, and with nice arms would be a bonus. 71. Sensitive or loud: If... if this is referring to sex, then I can’t tell ya as I’ve never done it. I would hazard a guess, just based on who I am, that I’d prefer sensitive? 72. Hook up or relationship: The very idea of a hookup repulses me and drives home how incredibly demisexual I am on top of everything else. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Uh....???? I... I guess I’d prefer someone who’s more hesitant than troublemaking, because that means they think about their actions first?

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: Yes, while highly intoxicated AND high AND in an environment where I felt safe, which was the only way that was ever gonna happen. 75. Drank hard liquor: Yeeeeeeeeup. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: YES AND IT’S THE MOST OBNOXIOUS THING EVER ESPECIALLY WHEN THE SHRIVELED DRIED UP CONTACT SUDDENLY SHOWS UP ON YOUR FLOOR A FEW DAYS LATER. 77. Turned someone down: Yeah. 78. Sex on the first date: As stated earlier, never had sex, so no. And I never would unless I already knew the person a while before the date. 79. Broken someone’s heart: Not that I’m aware of. I’m not really heart-breaker material. 80. Had your heart broken: Mostly by myself with my insecurities. 81. Been arrested: No. 82. Cried when someone died: Of course. 83. Fallen for a friend: Yeah, on occasion. Usually briefly before slapping my shit brain for confusing platonic feelings for romantic ones and making me have a crisis. Fuck you, shit-brain, fuck you.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Haaaaah, not really. I mean, sometimes? But depression makes that hard. 85. Miracles: I’d like to, but good things rarely happen to me so it’s hard to. 86. Love at first sight: I believe attraction at first sight can be unusually strong, but that should never be conflated with love. That takes time. 87. Santa Claus: Hahah no, my dad accidentally ruined that for me as a kid. 88. Kiss on the first date: If the date was bad, no, absolutely not. If it was okay and there’s some potential there, a kiss on the cheek seems appropriate. If it was great and there’s a lot of potential there, especially if you were friends already, sure go for it.

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: Willa and Kelsey (I firmly reject the notion that you can only have one best friend and fuck all you ungrateful cunts who don’t love your friends or yourself enough to have more than one). 91. Eye color: Blue-gray 92. Favorite movie: I... I think it might be Phantom of the Opera? I dunno, that’s always a hard fucking question for me.

*Tagging less than 20 cause man I don’t have the focus to count up that many people: @nerfherding-smuggler, @peasantabuser, @aceofaces20, @mel0dyoftears, @hawkeyepancakes, @girl-in-the-coat, @jo-version-2point0, @thegreaterfool, @bimgnusbane, @radioactive-spacemen.

And of course, it’s totally optional. And if you wanna do it but aren’t tagged, well now you’re tagged, go nuts buddy.

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theoneandonlysaucymo · 8 years ago

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He Needs You More part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Words: 5,300+

Warnings: SMUT, Language, ABO (knotting biting claiming the usual), little rough

A/N: Done took me a bit school has been crazy and I’ve been a bit picky at trying to get it all just right, why is smut so hard ugh. I’ve had this idea down for a long while now and finally got a chance to execute it thanks to @dr-dean ABO Challenge! SOO SORRRY this last bit is late writing porn is hard XD Not my best smut but smut tis smutty! Enjoy

My song was IRIS by The Goo Goo Dolls

Tags @hymnofthevalkyries @mylittlefandomfanfictions @kittenofdoomage @ilostmyshoe-79 @feelmyroarrrr @angryschnauzer @we-are-band-sexuals @leather-moccasin-hero @shhhs3cret

PART 1 HERE

Italics and Bold are song lyrics

You quickly rushed home, the nice thing about this town you had access to every single security camera. You quickly backtracked searching through them to find a good angle of that side road finding an ok shot where you saw Dean go down the street and not come back. You never saw a car so switched angles and compared times seeing two possible cars leave that street. Great….whoever it was knew you would be looking and you growled out a bit frustrated. This wasn’t happening you shouldn’t have left him but you didn’t think that in a few short minutes it could all go wrong. You looked back up at the screen seeing a very familiar face walking out of the side road back into an employee’s entrance of the grocery store. You rewound the tape from this angle watching as you saw her exit the store on her phone. It didn’t take long for the two cars to appear her following down the road, well it was a start you didn’t have time to chase two cars.

Town was small, and if you visited places enough you learned how their scheduling worked so you waited, down the same road where Dean was taken, right by the employee entrance. It took a while but you heard her voice and waited your hand right on your combat knife. Made by blessed hands, with blessed materials it was your weapon of choice, it was about eight inches long and four across, short but sturdy and very, very sharp. She exited alone hanging up her phone and you quickly grabbed her throwing her against the wall knife at her throat burning against her skin. You had suspected she was possessed but you couldn’t risk exposing yourself here.

“Where. Is. He!?” You growled out to her fear instantly filling the air.

“I….I….” She stuttered before grinning wickedly, “Ohhh what’s the matter Y/N? Attached to this alpha too? Oh and so quickly seems a little like fate,” She cackled your blade breaking skin now as you snarled at her. The phone in her hand dinged for a message and you quickly grabbed it from her,

5 Park Road. House with all the plants, he’s there hurry we are having issues keeping him contained

“Well….looks like you were useful,” You grinned knife quickly slicing through her neck. You ditched the body in the dumpster before getting into your car. The place wasn’t far and as you passed by the first time, you recognized both cars from earlier, so he was here. Whoever took him had separated on purpose drove around for a while before meeting up here. You parked a few blocks away, you grabbed a gun but mostly you used your blade, it was quick, quiet, and you could move the bodies away quickly. Car parked safely you started in slipping through the backyard from across the street; one person was on the porch looking around. You didn’t rush in right away keeping low as you watched making sure it truly was just one person. House didn’t look that big, one story but it had a basement, and you could see a light on in a small window by the ground. You analyzed the house, maybe had three bedrooms based on the size, and was probably very cut up lots of walls so easy for you to hide, but also easy for them to duck around corners as well. You sighed out you didn’t see any sign of anyone else just one person out back. You slowly made your move using the darkness and the nicely placed shrubs to sneak up to the porch. A sound caught the man’s attention; he was an alpha a demon so you didn’t feel any pity as you plunged the blade through his back. His body immediately crumpled to the ground. You quickly fixed him sitting on the stairs leaning against the railing as you heard another person calling out from inside. You hid next to the door, another alpha; you could smell him as he walked out cursing at the now dead demon before he too had your blade in his chest joining his friend sitting on the steps.

The house was dimly lit, that was fine you were used to using your nose anyways. You crept quietly along the house checking the rooms but only thing you found were a few people already dead for quite a while too based on the smell.

“Look I don’t care how it happens but make it happen!” You heard through the floor vents. You crept back towards the basement listening into the conversation from the top.

“We can’t! All of us have tried getting into his body we simply just can’t,” a male voice said.

“That’s not an excuse I want to hear!” You recognized that voice as your eyes shot open. No way...there was no way you….you killed Addick when….when your sister died. “I want his body, we take his body we can finally get rid of Y/N for good, she won’t hurt him and him coming here just made it all icing on the cake. Don’t look at me like that Winchester I’ve been planning this for years,” that piqued your interest how long now? “You see I couldn’t beat you and your brother in your world, you both had a nasty habit of coming right back to life but found this handy little spell lets me pop to a completely different world, then another to change time. It was too easy to completely take these from their secret little lair,” Addick said. You had no idea what he was talking about as you creeped quietly down the stairs. The demon held a file box…that looked surprisingly like the others back at home. Your eyes were wide so this…all of this….was connected. “Oh it was too good, they don’t come back like you and your brother here so found a pair of sisters that hunted that were just as annoying as you and decided why not mess with them. Their parents actually got out of it all, no scary demon, no burning mommy on the ceiling, but that wasn’t going to work…soo I became that demon…killing mommy and daddy this time there was no crossroad deal they came already pregnant and not knowing about it so it was icing on the cake.” You were infuriated now but stayed back, there were two demons standing around Dean trying to do something as their bodies seemed to be in a weird trans. Dean was tied and gagged that was infuriating to you but he looked unharmed other than a fat lip, that was at least a start. “So let’s play out more shall we? Alpha’s missing? Omega’s missing? Both of them knew exactly what was happening we were taking over slowly much easier to get a following if you’re an alpha omegas were so much more willing to follow you anywhere. Ultimate prize was getting her sister that silly tattoo no good if you cut the damn thing off. Was soo easy possessing her then leaving just as Y/N pulled that trigger she’s the last little peace I need to make the set complete here but you being here is a bonus. Who would be the first male alpha she runs into that isn’t a demon? Mr. Tall green eyed smooth talking hunter himself, Dean Winchester following me here, If only I had planned that part!” Addick laughed excitedly. “Oh and what’s even better is how close you two seem, she’s going to come in here again find you possessed and have to pull that trigger all over again, not even sure she realizes how much you mean to her. Cut the tattoo off let’s see how hard it will be to possess him then,” Addick grinned as he pulled out a knife. That was it he wasn’t going to lay another finger on Dean, and this time you were going to make sure he was dead. You quickly moved down the stairs jumping over the railing gun drawn as you shot one of the two demons around Dean before cutting the ropes holding Deans hands down easily. The second demon quickly snapped out of his trance and moved for you but Dean was quicker, grabbing the gun in your hand and firing at him. Addick was on you quickly as you dodged a punch your knife quickly slicing into his arm in retaliation. Addick was quick to recover his other hand landing a hit to you cheek cutting you. Dean was fumbling with his binds his hands free he quickly pulled off the gag and tried to undo his legs to get them free.

“I killed you how did you survive?!” You shouted trying to buy Dean more time as you dodged another punch but landed a swift kick to his stomach forcing him backwards.

“Well funny thing about being a demon,” Addick grinned as Dean now stood up gun in hand and he was pissed. “We can leave bodies,” Addick laughed as his body tilted his head up and a black mass started to leave the body. Dean instantly was muttering something, something in Latin and the black mass returned. Addick’s eyes were wide and you wasted no time the knife plunging into his chest the black orbs fading back to this humans brown eyes and his body crumpled to the ground. You panted frozen as you were racking your brain…it was over this time for good.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice snapped you out of it as you turned quickly to him flipping the knife in your hand to put it away.

“Are you ok?” You asked quickly looking him over your hands on his arms. Fat lip slightly rope burned wrists but otherwise he looked fine. Your shoulders relaxed now, “Let’s get out of here before the cops show up,” You said pulling on his jacket but he didn’t move instead he pulled you in close wrapping his arms around you. That broke what composure, tears started falling as your hands grabbed him tight face burying into his chest. It was all over, the person who killed your whole family, who took your sister from you, and….they….they had taken Dean too. It clicked now why they did, they knew you would come and find him, not because you wanted him back safe with his brother, because you wanted him safe, YOUR mate safe.

Dean held you closer to him his chin resting on your head, he was angry all this was his fault again. You were loosing everyone all because this demon didn’t have the balls to face him directly you suffered. As mad as he wanted to be you were safe now, this band of demons was small, that guy thankfully had a loud mouth and spilled everything. Sure demons were taking over alphas but they were done chasing after you with his death. “I'm right here,” Dean said softly his hand running through your hair. You felt good in his arms, as if you were made to be in them. Dean’s words should’ve comforted you but they didn’t….he was only here for now and as much as your body was screaming to stay against him you pulled away. You could not let yourself get attached to him,

“Come on let’s get out here,” You said your hand whipping away the tears. Dean grabbed the file box and followed after. You reached your car quietly just in time too as you both could hear sirens, “Good timing,” You added starting the engine and heading into the complete opposite direction on your way home. You both were quiet, you not wanting to talk about it and Dean not sure what to say. You pulled into the garage parking your car getting out, Dean followed hoping you would say something. He set the box on the table in front of you and you just shook your head. “Well…that doesn’t do a whole lot of good now but at least it’s back where it belongs, now we got to get you back where you belong,” You said picking up the box to put it back.

“What if I am where I belong?” Dean said quickly. You looked at him shocked and a bit confused, “What if I was supposed to come here?” you could see his breathing had quickened. The thought of you pushing him away wasn’t what he wanted to hear and it angered him. His eyes dilated and quickly he was on top of you pulling you close to him the box forgotten on the floor.

“Dean….Dean you have to stop,” You said as his scent overwhelmed you, shit he wasn’t in full rutt but his body was starting to go through those changes. “Dean I’m not…You have to go back to Sam,” you added but his hands moved to your hips, his head leaning down as he kissed at your neck. Oh, fuck that felt too good, and he knew you reacted, you could feel the smile on his lips as he did it again his lips brushing right over your claiming mark. “Dean….Dean please you have to stop,” You panted, but your lying to yourself, you don’t want him to stop you want him to continue.

“You don’t mean a word you’re saying I can smell it on you…god you smell so good,” Dean’s voice was rough as he moved his lips ghosting his way up to yours. His eyes looked to yours; he would try to stop himself if he could but the way your body was melting into him and your eyes just begging, so he didn’t stop. His lips brushed against yours gently at first, your lips just as soft as he had imagined. It took a moment for your brain to catch up to what was going on and you didn’t want him to stop. Your hands moved from pushing away at his chest to around his neck your body pressing close against him you kissing him back with more than just a soft touch. Corners of Dean’s lips turned in a smile his hands moving from your hips to your thighs picking you up and settling you around his hips. Your body moved instinctively legs gripping his hips arms holding on, and your lips never leaving his. God he tasted so good you couldn’t even pick out a certain flavor it was just him.

He moved walking for your room, his legs just knowing the way. Shirts and jackets were littering the hallway to your room. Your bra the last to go as he dropped the both of you to the bed. His tented jeans against you own pair provided just the right about of friction a moan escaping your lips, one he happily drank into his mouth. His hands couldn’t stop touching you fumbling for your pants. He was rough as he pulled the fabric away drawing a gasp from you not expecting all this to happen so fast. Dean’s lips pulled away from your nipping down your neck grazing over the claiming mark just lightly enough to send a shiver through you. He pulled away from you to pull your pants off completely looking back at you with his green eyes half full of lust half as if he was discovering something for the first time.

“God baby you’re gorgeous,” He panted out his own pants hitting the floor and you couldn’t help but stare at him, that was him without his knot? He crawled back up your body placing kisses along your abdomen and chest, slight gleam in his eye as he knew you were staring at him. His teeth grazed along your nipple, his hand moving to the other breast fingers pulling and pinching. Your hands couldn’t stop themselves from threading through his hair but he didn’t last long his body one minute soft gentle the next he’s ripping your underwear right off red marks appearing where it had stretched and ripped.

“Dean….Dean easy….im not going anywhere,” You said grabbing his face to look at you. His body was experiencing new things for the first time and you didn’t need this getting out of hand in the wrong way. His eyes were lust blown but after a few minutes, it seemed to click what he was doing. His hand moved gently to yours his lips kissing over your wrist, as he slowed down some. He couldn’t stop; you knew that he probably didn’t even know what was fully going on. His other hand moved down between your legs as he let out a small growl when he felt how slick you were. His pupils dilated again and you expected he was about to flip you over and have his way, you wanted that shockingly, wanted to know how being taken by an alpha was, but he didn’t not yet anyways. He moved himself between your legs his tongue pressing itself against your lips. You sucked in a breath, this was the last thing you expected a new alpha in rutt to want to do, but apparently not Dean. His tongue was on your clit pulling your hood up and over the pearl of nerves before his mouth sucked it into his mouth. “Dean!” You moaned out your hand darting down to his head. He had you writhing under him his mouth quickly bringing you to an orgasm him only groaning into you as he lapped at your slick.

“Smell soo good omega,” He growled out his lips backing away slightly so you didn’t become too overstimulated. He gave you a few minutes but you felt his finger soon enter you the gasped loudly. He only groaned below you easily slipping in another finger followed by a third. He seemed to growl a bit possessively teeth sinking into your thigh as you cried out.

“A….Anatomy Dean….you panted out, I…I'm going to respond to you,” you whined and he pulled away kissing over the mark he had made as best of an apology as you were going to get. God you felt bad for new Alphas now going through this, as all this had to be confusing to know how your body was feeling. You didn’t get a chance to think about that another second as his mouth was back over your clit and fingers working together driving out moans from your mouth. Dean was hungry and right now, your taste was what he wanted. His hips ground harder into the mattress wanting some type of relief as he felt like he was wound up tight like a spring about to snap. He was trying to keep this slow, trying not to just have his way with you like his body was screaming at him to do. He did care he did want you to know you were more than this he hoped anyways as he couldn’t stop himself. Your cries were higher now his fingers and mouth working you once again as you came undone around him his other hand keeping your hips still as he rode you through it almost not stopping as you were overstimulated. His mouth pulled away as you finally panted aloud for air. Your body shook, and shit you wanted more. Your heat wasn’t due for a few weeks but your body was just craving him.

“I....I can’t...control myself Y/N,” Dean said softly as he shifted up over your body. His moist lips grazed over yours. “Omega.......mine,” he growled his hands grabbing your hips as he jerked you the rest of the way to him, your thighs against his now. His scent was dizzying your mind having trouble keeping up all you wanted was him. Your lips pressed against his fully pulling him down onto you and his body happily covering over yours. He pulled his hips back only to thrust right in, you gasped out your hands gripping at his arms. His mouth drank you in as he didn’t wait for you to adjust. There wasn’t anything gentle about how his hips slammed into you, he was perfect stretching you and filling you in the most pleasurable way possible.

“Oh Fuck Dean!” you cried out nails digging into his arms as he was pushing you up the bed with the force of his thrusts. You came undone for the third time that night his hips staying flush against yours as his mouth bit down over your neck. He groaned low in his throat his hips rolling into yours as he wanted to feel you grip around him more. His mouth stayed on your neck biting and sucking every place but the one you wanted him over. Everything flew to the way side as your hips moved under him, hands grasping over him as it wasn’t enough. “More...” You whined out lifting your head up and away so he had better access to it, “Alpha need more,” you panted out your hips trying to move under his. Was all the encouragement he needed his body pulling away hands moving as he turned you over hands moving to prop your hips up. He guided himself back into you with a loud groan, before his hips slammed into you. You grabbed the sheets with a moan; you could feel his knot starting to grow now. His hips stung against you but you weren’t complaining your mouth biting at the pillow below you, you were losing it in the best way possible. You were no stranger to sex but this this was different, he filled you like no one else had even in this short time you just connected with him like no one else.

“Gonna make you cum all over my cock,” His voice rang out as he had shifted his position his body over yours now his words tickling your hear with his breath. His teeth grazed along you neck and you were losing it. ��Yea....ugh.....Y/N just like that,” Dean groaned above as your walls started to flutter around him. His hips moved if possible faster rolling them with each thrust to just the right position and he was having a harder time trying to pull out.

“Ah...Dean...your...knot,” You whined out your hand moving back to keep him from trying to go as deep as he wanted. You had some sense of things; mostly because you didn’t want to hurt.....you hard heard some of the rumors about knots.

“You want this knot omega,” Dean growled out his lips now licking at your claiming mark. That spot smelled so good and the longer he messed with it the better it smelled. His hips traded going in deep for getting the right angles now. His hands moved forcing your legs further apart tilting your hips up to just the right spot. You gripped the sheets tighter sucking in a breath quickly as everything was shattering around you. “Fuck yes....cum....cum on my cock Omega....mine...my omega,” Dean growled out his hand moving from your hip down to your clit with fast harsh circles.

“Oh god......oh....yesss....fuck...fuck fuck..ahhh knot me alpha,” You cried out the coil that had wound itself so tight in you so close....so close to letting it all go.

“You want my knot omega....then take it!” He growled his hips giving a hard thrust pushing himself to seat inside you completely. The stretch of his knot slipping in made you gasp your breath catching, you were so full completely full as his hand continued on your clit hips rolling trying to go deeper, you spiraled through waves of pleasure. Your voice was horse before you finally let out a loud high-pitched moan your body trying to move with his walls becoming even tighter around him, you were lost in it all that now.

“Alpha....Dean!!!!” You cried out your whole body thrown into the pleasure as the spring broke. Your walls gripped him tight not allowing for any movement now, body curling under him tense as the first wave hit you. His arms moved quickly bringing you flush against him. Damn you felt so good, your cries below making him come undone, and the spot he was resting his head against he couldn’t stop himself. Teeth sank down into your mark that snapping your eyes open, a new wave crippling you as you weren’t sure if it was pain or pleasure as you saw stars before everything became black.

You awoke a few minutes later panting heavily, holy…..so....so that’s what being with an alpha was like…shit you were a complete mess now. You let out a hiss as you tried to move, no he certainly had knotted you and you stuck to him but wow did you feel pleasantly full. You settled back down resting catching your breath. Your hand snaked up to your neck wincing, so that wasn’t a dream...he did mark you, claimed you as his. Your hand moved over your eyes rubbing them this...just became so complicated. You wanted this...you wanted all of this badly now, this wasn’t fair at all. You held back the tears, if you cried now you were going to wake him. You breathed again settling, this could never be and you needed to get him back to his brother. You would be fine here without him, demon dead no one else would mess with you, heats....well...you would deal with those somehow.

It took an hour before you finally could slip away from him, your body was wrecked all it was doing was screaming at you to lay right where you were but you had work to do. You cleaned in your bathroom before pulling on an oversized shirt and shorts, phone in hand you set about drawing the symbol from the first night. You were glad you had wood floors as you drew the image making sure to get every detail correct, only thing now is a few drops of blood and for him to step on it. You cut your hand with a knife letting the drops fall in the middle as you headed to your desk. Your hand went to your neck; the mark throbbed but not in a bad way as you rubbed it.

Dean awoke slowly had...had he passed out? Did he seriously pass out like a high school kid? He groaned as that was the last thing he wanted, you deserved so much more than that, he felt like he had just used you now. He looked to the place next to him it was cold. He lifted his head up seeing you at the desk, “Y/n?” He asked softly. God he was a bit confused, he remembered somethings but this all felt odd. You were rubbing over your neck, did he....do that...did he claim you? He threw the covers off quickly throwing on his jeans from next to him as his foot stepped down. A light glowed below him and you couldn’t help but turn and smile at him,

“He needs you more,” You smiled but your eyes finally let the tears fall. “Don’t you dare leave him Dean,” You added as there he went. You moved your foot over the seal it quickly destroyed along with your heart.

And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now

You left home that day, packed your bags and didn’t look back. As the weeks went on exorcists shockingly became harder and harder to find it seems all demonic activity in this world had been linked to Addick and with him gone things became quiet. That wasn’t a good thing for you, too many days in between you had too much time to think, to worry. Your hand often went to your mark, habit now the bruises long gone but his teeth marks remained, you hoped he was ok.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

It had been six months now between raging heats, nights of loneliness, and the bad vampire nest you had just found life wasn’t the greatest. Heats were getting worse you knew soon you would have to return home, for the moment drugs were working but soon...well you didn’t want to think about that. You limped into the dusty motel room the wound on your side a relief from the pain you were feeling internally. If you could get through the first year you would be fine you could make it, drugs would help more after.

And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am

Eight months....you were almost there almost past the most dangerous part but you were forced to go back home. Between your uterus punching you, hormones going completely out of whack, and the fact no cases were showing up at all, there was no point in traveling. The place covered in a fine layer of dust again just like the first time you found it; the place hadn’t been visited in ages that relaxed you some. Cleaning helped, getting rid of all the dust, cleaning out the fridge, doing laundry, but those only lasted a few days before everything got quiet again. You were waiting for him to just walk back in, half of you wanted him to but the other....he couldn’t stay here this wasn’t his world or his mess to clean.

A month passed as you emerged from your room to get some water. This heat had been horrible you could still smell his scent in your room and that hadn’t helped. You were relaxing into being here not having to look over your shoulder at people giving you weird looks, and it was clear Dean wasn’t coming back. You sat against the kitchen table drinking the glass of water in your hand, so exhausted you didn’t hear the door open.

“Y/N,” You heard Dean’s voice however as you looked. Were you dreaming again? Did you just fall asleep in the kitchen again? It took you a moment to process it all before your glass dropped from your hand shattering and he was in front of you lips pressed against yours into a needy kiss, his lips pressing against your mouth so fiercely it was like they almost merged as one. You quickly pulled away looking at him the look of shock written all over your face.

“Dean wha.....why are you her-“

“Because I need you, this....this thing came with me all of it....I can’t think of anyone else I don’t want anyone else, you’re the only thought that ever comes to mind,” Dean panted out before his lips sealed over yours again. He wasn’t letting you go not this time not ever again.

“Dean you...can’t stay here...you can’t keep jumping back and forth....Sam....Sam needs you mor-“ tears started to spill from the corners of your eye

“Stop...look at yourself Y/N,” He said softly his hand moving as he rubbed your cheek gently. “You need me just as much,” he added lips meeting yours again in a hungry kiss hands moving down now as he lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his hips and started walking down the all too familiar halls.

“Dean....Dean wait what about Sam,” You said as he shut the door to your room with his foot moving you both onto the bed.

“You can tell him yourself when we go back you’re coming with me,” Dean growled out his lips brushing over the heavily faded mating mark making you moan out under him.

“But...Dean....I-“

“Do you want to stay here?” He asked softly lips trailing to your ear. He could tell this time this was what you smelled like in heat. You didn’t answer but shook your head, in a no. You didn’t want to live here alone anymore, with all the supernatural activity going quiet, you didn’t have any family left, and you couldn’t keep living like this. “Thought so, now that that’s settled,” Dean grinned his lips moved over yours gently at first before pulling away. “Right now I want to claim my Omega all over again the right way,” He growled out hushing any protest you might have had with his lips.

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