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Halcyon - Ch. 5: I've Never Been a Bad Influence a Day in My Life

You and Joel get closer as you put together your lists. A continuation of Halcyon from the prologue through Ch. 4, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, fantasy about P in V sex. Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Length: 5K

AO3 | Main Master List | Prologue | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

October, 2022

“Why can’t I add to your list?” You pouted a little, can of hard seltzer in your hand as your float drifted to the middle of Joel’s pool.

“Because you’re gonna just use that power for evil, not good,” Joel replied.

“Would not!” You shoved off the side of the pool with your foot, floating back toward the middle of the water.

“Am I allowed to put shit on your list?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water and a beer in his hand.

You scoffed.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, there you go,” he shrugged. “Goes both ways.”

“You’d be a dick about it!” You kicked the water in his direction but the spray of it fell short and you watched him try to not laugh. “You’d put things on there like ‘buy Joel beer for the rest of his life’ or ‘speak in a bad British accent for a week…’”

“Can you do a good British accent?” He asked, brows raised.

“That is beside the point.”

“What are you gonna add to my list, hm?” There was a teasing edge in his voice as he took a sip of beer. “Get a new wardrobe? Get Sarah a dog?”

“OK, both of those are good additions,” you said, defensive. “But no, not what I was thinking.”

“Then what, Goldie?”

“Put in a hot tub,” you said, chin raised.

He barked a laugh.

“A hot tub?”

“A hot tub,” you nodded. “How can I come over to your house and float in the water if it’s too cold to go in the pool? Which it will be in like… a few weeks. You need a hot tub.”

“It’s already too cold,” he said. “That water’s below 70 degrees, couldn’t pay me to get in there now. Lucky I’m in this far as it is.”

“See?” You said. “Hot tub.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he shook his head.

“If your list is shitty can I add to it?”

“If you actually think my list is shitty we can discuss it,” he said. Your float drifted close to him and you were afraid, for a moment, that he was going to splash you. Instead, he just pushed the edge of it with his foot, sending you drifting back toward the middle of the water. “Still down to compare tomorrow night?”

“Think so,” you said, taking a sip of your seltzer. “As long as you don’t mock me relentlessly for it.”

“When do I not mock you relentlessly?”

“Excellent point,” you said. “I should get better friends.”

“Probably so.”

“At least now you come with Sarah,” you sighed dramatically. “So I guess I’ll keep bugging you…”

“God, you two are gonna kill me,” he said, trying to look serious but a hint of a smile on his lips. “Worst idea I ever had, lettin’ you two get to know each other…”

You giggled a little at that. You and Sarah had become thick as thieves since you and Joel had reconnected now two weeks ago.

It was hard to believe that he’d only been back in your life less than a month. But then, it was hard to believe he’d ever been out of your life at all. You’d only gone a few days without seeing him since that night at the bar and, on those days, the two of you were almost constantly texting. It was the most natural thing in the world, having your life fall into step alongside Joel’s. It reminded you so much of high school even though you were in your 30s now, your lives moving in parallel until they collided at the end of the day and you came over for dinner or went and cheered on Sarah at her soccer game or Joel showed up at your door with beer. Even after all this time, he just knew you and you just knew him. You could read his posture as easily as a book, instantly knowing the kind of day he had by the way he opened the door or flopped on your couch. He seemed to be able to peer inside your mind on command, just a raised eyebrow or a sigh telling him everything he needed to know about how you were feeling and how to make it better.

There was one day where you hadn’t intended to see him at all but it’d turned shitty and he just somehow picked up on it from the tone of your texts. New paperwork had come over from Gale’s attorney and you resigned yourself to spending the evening picking over the bones of your marriage with a bottle of wine and a wilted salad - because you definitely didn’t have the emotional energy to go by the grocery store - when Joel texted. It was a meme that you responded to with just an lol before going back to the paperwork. He FaceTimed just 30 seconds later and you frowned, answering it.

“Hi?” You said brows raised.

He nodded sagely.

“What I thought,” he said. “You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks.”

He rolled his eyes.

“For you you look like shit. What’s wrong.”

You narrowed your eyes and he laughed.

“What?” He asked

“How can you just tell?” You replied. “It’s weird.”

“Come over,” he said instead of answering. He flipped his camera around and Sarah made a face, sticking her tongue out, her hair in two springy buns on the top of her head.

You frowned.

“Where are you?”

He turned the camera back around.

“Picking up pizza,” he said. “I’ll grab an extra cheese bread, come over.”

“I’ve been drinking…”

“We’ll pick you up,” he said. “Come over.”

“Please?” Sarah jumped to try to get in the frame and Joel laughed, tilting the camera so she was visible. “It’ll be fun! OH! Spend the night! Come sleep over again, please?”

Joel tilted the camera so he was back in the frame.

“You really wanna disappoint my kid?” He asked. “C’mon.”

“Yeah!” Sarah said, bouncing just out of frame again, just a bit of her bun appearing in the bottom corner as she jumped. “Don’t let down the kid, that’s just shitty.”

“Hey,” Joel said but you could tell he was trying not to smile. She stopped bouncing. “Language.”

“Sorry.”

He turned his attention back to you.

“Be there in 10,” he said. “Can’t let you just sit and wallow. Need pizza for that.”

He and Sarah picked you up and Sarah insisted on cranking Taylor Swift in the car, signing Look What You Made Me Do into her water bottle in the back seat while you balanced warm pizza boxes on your lap, trying not to laugh when you and Joel exchanged glances at red lights.

At dinner, you pulled a pepperoni off your slice of pizza and stuck it on the end of your nose and held very serious eye contact with Joel and Sarah as they spoke, nodding along carefully so as to not disturb the topping dangling from your face. Sarah tried very hard not to laugh and did a pretty good job of it until you made a face at her from across the table when Joel’s back was turned and she cackled, laughing so hard she almost knocked over her soda can.

“You bein’ a bad influence on my kid?” He asked when he handed you the paper towel you’d requested.

“Joel,” you said, deathly serious, pepperoni slice still on the tip of your nose. “I’ve never been a bad influence a day in my life.”

After dinner, as Joel did the dishes, you sat on the couch with Sarah and listened as she told you about one of her friends at school who hadn’t been as kind lately. You nodded along until Sarah seemed to run out of steam, slumping down against the cushion with a slightly tired look on her face.

“Well,” you said. “Have you told her that you’ve been feeling hurt by how she’s been treating you lately?”

She scrunched her face a little.

“No,” she said. “But I thought that’d be pretty obvious…”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes it’s not. She may not even know she’s doing it. If I were you, I’d tell her that you’ve been feeling hurt and ask if she’s doing OK because it sounds like this is a change for her. If she’s hurting you that might be because her feelings are getting hurt somewhere else.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” she nodded a little. “That’s a good idea.”

“I do have those occasionally,” you said and she smiled a little at you.

The three of you watched part of a movie before Sarah went to get ready for bed and you eavesdropped from the living room as Joel read to her in her room, the door opened just enough to hear when his voice changed with the characters.

“Peeta sighs,” Joel said like Joel before his voice shifted to something that sounded more boyish but still strong and deep, almost what you remembered from when you first met him. You smiled. “'Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping…’”

Joel flopped next to you on the couch when he was done and you held out your glass of wine. He took it, taking a big sip before handing it back.

“You look tired,” you said, holding the glass.

He shrugged.

“No days off from this whole dad thing. Don’t really want a day off but still… get tired after a bit.” He looked over at you and smiled a little. “Thanks for talking with her. Think she needs someone like you around.”

“Oh, someone who managed to tank her relationship and got stuck starting over in her 30s?” You asked. “That kind of someone?”

He rolled his eyes.

“A woman…”

“Oh, is that all?”

He glared at you.

“A woman,” he said again. “But one who’s lived some life, knows how to navigate the hard shit. One who’s willing to listen to her problems. She’s got me and Tommy for that but can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down by not giving her some kind of… I don’t fuckin’ know, feminine influence.”

“Ahh yes, the mysterious feminine,” you nodded sagely. Joel picked up a pillow and smacked you in the stomach with it, making you laugh as you caught it and held it to yourself. “Joel, you’re doing great with her.”

“Yeah?” He asked, serious now.

“Yeah,” you said, serious, too. “You really are. She’s so lucky to have you, Joel. You have no idea.”

“I’m lucky to have her,” he said, looking toward Sarah’s room for a moment before turning back to you. “So, you have the kind of bad day that you want to talk about it or the kind of bad day that you want to get fucked up about it?”

“The latter.”

“Then chug that wine,” he said, shoving himself off the couch. “And maybe change into your pajamas, I’m getting the tequila.”

You swapped numbers with Sarah at breakfast the next day. You and Joel were both hung over and trying to pretend like you hadn’t been up until 2:30 on a work night getting hammered until you passed out in a heap on his couch only to be roused by a groggy Sarah at 7 in the morning.

She’d taken to texting you then, sometimes just silly selfies, sometimes memes you didn’t really get, sometimes with questions about friends at school. You were pretty sure your heart melted the first time she called you Aunt Goldie, a sense of belonging wrapping around you that you’d never really known before.

“We still on for tomorrow?” Joel asked, eyes following the slow, lazy path your float was making across his pool. “Make a night out of this whole project, kick things off right.”

“Hell yeah,” you said, drifting back to Joel. He didn’t shove you back out to the water this time. “Did I tell you I’m seeing Anna for lunch? I cannot just go into that blind, I’ll need an out…”

“She’s doin’ that well, huh?” Joel asked.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “She’s supposedly sticking with her program but… I feel like I should be a better sister and try to check in more but then it just feels like babysitting and that doesn’t seem right, either.”

“At a certain point, she’s gotta do it on her own,” Joel said. “You’re her sister, not her mom.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But I feel like I should have checked in on her more after our mom died. She was a teenager and I just left her alone…”

“You were 20 years old,” Joel said gently. “Not like you were equipped for that shit.”

You shrugged and took another drink.

“Hey,” he said, nudging your float gently, just enough to make you look up at him. “Don’t be hard on yourself for that. You were handed a shit situation and you did what you could with it. Trust me, I know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Ended up in a similar boat with Tommy. Spent years - literal years - bailing his ass out of jail and begging him to get his shit together. Eventually he did a stint in the army and got it figured out. At least a bit. She’ll get there. But it’s not your job to get her there.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You’re probably right.”

“Who, me?” He asked, mocking. “Right? Never thought I’d see the day…”

“Shove it,” you splashed at him, the water dripping down his face and soaking his t-shirt. You snorted as you watched him fight the urge to laugh.

“Gonna pay for that,” he said, setting his beer down on the side of the pool and grabbing your float as you tried to paddle away.

“No!” You shrieked and laughed, shoving your seltzer into the cupholder as more of you ended up in the cold pool water than you really wanted in your rush to escape.

“You started it!” Joel was leaning precariously over the water now, trying to splash you again while keeping you from retreating. “Shoulda just kept those little hands to yourself…”

“They’re not little!”

He yanked your float back toward the side of the pool and nodded down at one of your hands.

“Freakishly small…”

“Yours are just freakishly big you mutant!” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and watched as he realized a second too late what was about to happen.

“Oh shit,” his eyes went wide and you laughed in victory before you pulled him all the way into the pool, jeans and all. He brought you down as he went, the float capsizing and sending you and your mostly empty drink can into the cold water with a sharp yelp.

You went under, the chlorine stinging your eyes as you twisted and tried to right yourself below the water. You and Joel surfaced at the same time, not even a foot apart and gasping for breath, laughing as you tried to brush your soaked hair back from your face.

“It’s so cold!” You shivered and splashed at him before crossing your arms tightly over yourself.

“Why are you complainin’ to me?” He shivered back. “You’re the one who wanted to be in the damn pool…”

“In the floatie!” You said. “I was mostly dry until you got involved!”

“Got justice you mean,” he said, reaching for your can and pulling it out of the water, dumping it out before setting it on the side of the pool. “You’re the one who put us in here…”

“You’re the one who was being mean,” you said, reaching out for him and pressing your cold fingers to his chest, the heat of him still apparent even in the water. You sighed contentedly. “That’s better…”

“Jesus, what are you, ice?” He griped, tugging you against him with a little yelp. “Gonna fuckin’ freeze to death if you’re not careful… ridiculous…”

You giggled once but pressed yourself closer to him, soaking up his heat and pressing your cold fingers to his exposed skin.

“OK, you could be less mean about it,” he said, pulling back from you just enough to scowl down at you. “Frozen fuckin’ hands…”

You laughed and realized, very suddenly, how close you were to him. You weren’t sure the last time you’d been quite this close to him, the last time you could feel every line of him through his clothes, the last time his mouth had been that close to your own. Your heart sped up. His eyes searched yours and you could feel his breath on your skin and suddenly, you weren’t close enough to him. Not close enough at all.

“Dad?” Sarah’s groggy voice called from the sliding glass door, making you jump, both of your heads turning toward her. Her face was scrunched and a curl had broken free of its braid, sticking straight out from the side of her head. “Is everything OK?”

“Course it is, baby girl,” Joel frowned. “Why wouldn’t it be? What are you doin’ out of bed?”

“You’re being loud,” she groaned. “You’re never loud.”

“M’sorry kiddo,” Joel said, separating from you and working his way to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out of the water and dripping on the stone edge. “Gimme just a second to get Goldie out of the water before she freezes to death and dry her off, I’ll come tuck you in again in just a minute…”

“Can I get another chapter?” She said it fast, the words all strung together, her eyes big. “Please? They just got into the arena and…”

“We’ll see,” he said. “But only because it’s Friday and you’re sleeping over at Emma’s tomorrow so you won’t get one then. Inside, go on.”

He watched her go and then went to the lounge chair at the side of the pool, getting the only towel he’d brought outside and holding it away from his body, spread open wide.

“Hurry up, before I change my mind,” he said.

“Such a gentleman,” you said, trying not to let your teeth chatter and trying to shove the ache that was still growing all hollow and wanting inside you down deep. You got out of the water and he wrapped you tightly in the towel, his arms going tightly around you.

“Not really,” he said, pulling you back against his broad chest and squeezing you so the water from him soaked into the towel before he shook his shaggy curls over you so drops of water got all over your face as you laughed. “There, cured you of THAT notion…”

“Thanks so much,” you said wryly as he released you. You turned to face him as he ran his fingers through his soaked hair and his shirt pulled up just enough that you caught a glimpse of the smooth flesh around his hips and you found yourself drifting closer to him again before you stopped yourself. Joel put his arms down and seemed to notice exactly where you were, just looking at you for a moment before he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I should go tuck Sarah back in,” he said. “Get into something dry so I don’t get her all soaked…”

“Right,” you said, stepping back from him. “Sorry we woke your kid up because you just couldn’t leave well enough alone…”

“I will throw your ass back in that pool,” he said, going to open the door for you. “Don’t try me.”

“Oh don’t worry Miller,” you teased. “I know just what you’re capable of.”

He started toward the stairs, a little trail of water in his wake as he went, and you watched the pull of the wet fabric of his shirt over his shoulders. You swallowed, hard.

“I’m just going to head out,” you said and he stopped, turning to frown at you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Really should go wash this chlorine out of my hair. But see you tomorrow?”

“With the list?” Joel asked.

“With the list,” you answered.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” he said, turning to go up the stairs again before looking back over his shoulder. “Drive safe, Goldie.”

He didn’t wait for a response, just heading for his room.

Your heart was still racing.

You left the towel draped over the banister and just pulled on the oversized t-shirt you’d put in your bag before going to your car.

You tried not to think about Joel as you drove home.

It didn’t do you any good to think about him that way. It was Joel. He didn’t see you that way, drifting in that direction was what had ruined things so many years before. You’d just gotten him back, things were so good again, you felt like you belonged again, you couldn’t fuck that up, not because you’d never been able to move past a school girl crush.

But you wanted to kiss him. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him.

You tried not to think about kissing him. You tried not to think about what happened after the last time you’d kissed him. How quickly everything had dissolved, how you’d gone from picturing a future with Joel - a different one than you’d held in your mind outside of fantasy before - to running as far and as fast as you could in a matter of hours.

It’s Goldie, he’d said then. It’s the worst thing that could happen, I wish it was anybody else…

You flinched at the memory, shoving it away. No, you didn’t think about that, not when you could help it. Just like you didn’t think about the way Joel’s lips felt against your skin, how his fingers - warm and think - had traced over you, how he made you feel so clearly seen and adored in a way that no one else had before, in a way your husband had never really seemed to. How he still made you feel that way.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself as you parked, dropping your head to your steering wheel with a groan before you went in your house, closing your car door with a little too much force.

You showered and forced yourself to keep your hands away from your aching slit. You were not going to fuck yourself in your bathroom to the idea of sleeping with your best friend. You weren’t. You weren’t a teenager anymore and you weren’t going to act like one. You were better than this.

Your hair was still damp when you gave up on getting any writing or grading done and went to bed, an almost frustrating, throbbing ache between your thighs. You stared at the ceiling in the dark for a while before you all but threw the covers off and rifled through your nightstand for the discreet little pink vibrator you’d bought years ago when you’d first figured out that, while your husband had many talents, making you come wasn’t one of them.

You went to your usual fallback for porn but didn’t find anything that was really working for you, the ache of longing just getting worse as you gently toyed with your clit under the covers in the dark. Your cunt was slick, your wetness seeping down to your nightie and coating your fingers. It felt like forever that you’d been touching yourself and getting nowhere when the batteries on your vibrator died and you whimpered, kicking your legs down into your mattress in frustration.

“Goddammit,” you moaned into your pillow, tossing your phone and vibrator aside, the ache in you worse than you’d ever really remembered it being before. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep like this, your whole body drawn tight and needy. You fumbled in your drawer for the charging cable and plugged the vibrator in before sighing and staring up at the ceiling again.

Your thoughts drifted to Joel again. You couldn’t help it, he’d felt so good against you in the pool. He knew you so well, even after all this time. He kept your favorite snacks at his house and draped a blanket over you when you started getting cold when watching a movie. He was so funny and so handsome it hurt to look at him and he’d felt so fucking good.

Your fingers slipped between your legs again without really thinking about it, brushing against your swollen, sensitive clit. You resisted it for a moment, the idea of falling into the fantasy of you with Joel, but the need drawing everything inside you all tight and molten won.

It swallowed you quickly once you gave in.

The memory of him was there at the fore so fast, the way his lips had felt on you so many years ago. How you thought they’d feel against you now. His hands ranged over you, around your waist, down to your hips, his fingers twisting and knotting in the fabric there as he bunched it up to hold you firmer, reach you better. You moaned and rocked into your hand, sliding lower, your palm pressed against your sensitive nub as you slipped a finger inside yourself with a moan. You worked yourself open slowly, your slick making easy work of it, as you imagined it was his hand between your legs, his fingers sinking into you. How he’d take your swimsuit off and line his cock up with your entrance and push inside of you as he moaned your name. How his fingers would grip your flesh, prying at you as though he was trying to take you apart to keep pieces of you for himself. How he’d work himself so deep into you that you were certain no one else had ever come quite so close to climbing into another person’s skin before.

You rocked your hips against your hand to the thought of him, not sure where memory ended and fantasy began, the fingers not plunging needily into your hole finding their way to your breast, grasping at the soft swell there, your own hand so unsatisfyingly small compared to his. You remembered the way his voice trembled as he breathed your name - his mouth against the tender skin at the base of your ear - as his cock filled you, the whole of him buried inside like he belonged there as he came.

“Joel!” You gasped as your own orgasm hit, tight channel throbbing around the three fingers you’d managed to fit inside yourself, slick pooling in your palm and your tit filling your other hand.

You came harder than you had in years, let alone from only using your hand and not your toy. It took you a few minutes to come down from the high of it, indulging in the fantasy of him in a way you hadn’t done since your freshman year of college. He last time you gave into it was back when you’d first started dating Gale but you’d felt so desperately alone, like no one had ever bothered to learn you at all. So you’d let yourself pretend that your best friend was still your best friend, that he loved you the way you loved him and that fucking you hadn’t been some mistake he’d made on prom night. It had seemed the most supreme extravagance, pretending that Joel would have wanted you to come like that with him. It still did.

You put a stop to all that when Gale proposed, solidifying your relationship in an entirely new way. You tucked the memory of Joel and his body on and within yours away then. You’d never intended to think about him that way again. But then, you’d never intended to get divorced, either.

“Fuck,” you sighed, shoving yourself out of bed to pee and clean up the mess you’d made of yourself. Before you lay back down, you opened the golden notebook on your bedside table and found the page with the list. You went to the bottom and tried to add another line but the pen in the elastic loop wouldn’t write. You groaned before fishing out the red pen you’d left in your nightstand from a night you were editing in bed from the top drawer. You added two words to the bottom of your list - trying to ignore the way the diamond of your engagement ring caught the light from your lamp, casting little rainbows on the paper - and circled them, pressing the pen into the paper harder than you really needed to.

“There,” you said, capping the pen and dropping it on the notebook you hadn’t bothered to close. The pen rolled until it came to a stop, the red cap almost pointing to the newly added words as though they needed any more attention.

That, you thought, was the solution. If you could just figure out how to accomplish that, you could put Joel back in that little box and keep this stupid crush from blowing up your whole life a second time, as long as you weren’t an idiot about it.

You switched off the lamp and pulled your blankets tightly around yourself, trying to ignore the feeling that the words were glaring at you from their perch on your night stand. They blinked at you like neon behind your eyelids and you tried not to see them in the same way you tried not to think about Joel’s body on yours in the pool as you drifted off to sleep.

Get laid.

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A/N: I just adore these two. Honestly, they keep getting away from me, their conversations are so fun to write and explore that I get lost in what I'm trying to accomplish with a chapter. But that's OK! The ride is the point of this whole fic thing, right?

Thank you for being patient with this chapter! I got a bit sidetracked with another project but I think I'm in a good place to get back to my once a week updates here for a while. I hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait!

Thank you for being here! Love you!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #halcyon

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lintwriting · 7 months ago

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Disney’s Comphet Episode

girl meets world's legacy will most likely be its total flop as a sequel to boy meets world, as well as the worst autism rep ever lol but I'll personally always remember it for how much it FUMBLED THE BAG because it introduced a stupid love triangle.

why were there so many shows in the late 'aughts dedicated to RUINING their shows with pointless ship wars? star vs the forces of evil, danny phantom, and girl meets world are just off the top of my head.

we have these two perfect best friend characters. surprisingly perfect friendship. okay, more like, veering on homoromantic.

(via @forbescaroline)

and then you know what they do with it? They insert the MOST WHITE BREAD ass love interest ever in the form of Lucas.

his defining characteristic is that he's a dreamy goodboy, and there's nothing wrong with that except that he's EXTREMELY boring compared to the oddballs of the rest of the cast, like Farkle or Maya or Riley.

The one thing that subsidizes his bore factor is that all his love triangle ship drama fuels conflict in the show.

he's the straight man--ha, get it? kys

he's dreamy enough to have these perfect friends in conflict over him.

and it kind of ruins the fun of the show.

like, i don't want to see Riley and Maya fight. and they don't even want to fight either. so they're just sighing sadly at each other, meanwhile im over here WHY WOULD YOU EVEN WANT TO DATE LUCAS??

it's giving "she was a girl, he was a boy, can I make it anymore obvious"

like i appreciate a show that demonstrates that girls in competition over a guy DO NOT need to be catty or mean (from what I can remember), but like, this should have been a 1 episode plot AT MOST GOD

they expand on the plot in the most bizarre ways possible too. like i havent watched this show in years, but i still remember this shit.

The premise of the show is that Riley falls into Lucas's lap on a bus in ep 1, so they're basically an end game couple from the beginning. But they have to introduce a shitty love triangle.

So they then have an episode where Maya "acts" as Riley for a day, and while she's acting as Riley, she realizes that Riley doesn't love Lucas and most likely sees him as a brother. which, first of all, is the craziest shit ive ever heard, and second of all

COULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL scene about comphet EVER in a disney kids show.

the DRAMA. the PROJECTION. "she's confused" "feelings you don't understand"

the contrast between what Riley THINKS she feels for Lucas and what Maya feels for Riley. Riley ASKING MAYA "how do I feel, then, maya?" and MAYA's "just tell me what to say" !!! It's the "Good Luck, Babe" of it all!!!!!!!!

it astounds me that this exists in the show! i remembered nothing else about the show EXCEPT for this scene and the terrible autism PSA farkle episode lol.

they use this to fan maya x lucas flames and some drama about maya becoming riley in the last season, which I have zero clue about because all that exists to me is that one crystal clear moment of comphet.

so yeah, while I don't care for sabrina carpenter's music, im extremely happy that she covered chappell roan's "Good Luck, Babe" because it led to this amazing edit that compiles all these moments lol

youtube

what a moment. everything, it all has led up to this 67 views edit.

last thing I gotta say, I feel like the drama of "are you becoming me" would've ATE as drama, especially in a sapphic context. like some jennifer's body type shit. instead, it's poorly executed, one-sided, and does harm to both of their characters, from what I've read. BUT LIKE, there's no way it was one-sided. The envy/self-projection thing nor the love!! THEY HAD TO HAVE BEEN RECIPROCAL oh my god i can't Disney was SO CLOSE to greatness WHYYYYYYYYYYY

#analysis #envy self-projection love hatred #wednesday 2022 does the exact same shit with making interesting girl characters #and then the boy characters are cardboard cutouts of white boy 'love interest' characters.. like tortured artist... or barista boy #kys #except for eugene. love you eugene #also love lucas walker cuz it's funny how insanely powerful his rizz is. he got like every girl lol #fuck you lucas from girl meets world. CANCEL that man's rizz PLS GOD #comphet #compulsory heterosexuality #sapphic #rilaya #riley matthews #maya hart #girl meets world #gmw #metas #disney

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 18: Roleplay(I've thought about us for long long time...)

warnings/kinks: vaginal fingering, roleplay, roughhousing/manhandling, mentions of terrorism, reader is a Turk word count: 0.9k pairings: Reno Sinclair x Fem!Reader teaser: “I know you like me…” He mumbles against your skin. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus. @pyrofanatic. @butterflieskeepcominback

Reno and you instantly clicked when you first met. Something about this rambunctious and mischievous redhead really turned you on. And as he continued to train you into a Turk, the more you found yourself falling in love with him. You’d never ever confess it to him, but you and him had a lot of fun toeing the line. Reno does what he can to keep you interested and you do the same for him.

One boring day at the office, you and Reno are practically ripping out your hair due to the frustrations of being so bored. You’re both trying so hard to figure out something to do instead of just waiting around for a new mission.

Suddenly, he pipes up and he’s got this smug smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. You know nothing good could ever come from this. But you also know you’d rather get up to the no good that he’s planning than to stay bored here alone.

“I’ve got such a good idea,” Reno declares, tenting his fingers. You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Is that right?” You ask, looking up from the magazine you were flipping through.

Reno then flops himself onto the couch next to you, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder. He pulls you in close and takes a moment to look at the magazine you’re reading. It’s got an article about the terrorist group AVALANCHE. He smirks when he notices how much you seem to be paying attention to them.

“Yeah, let’s play a little game of pretend.”

You roll your eyes at his suggestion. This has to be the dumbest idea he’s ever gotten. He looks at your reaction and he pouts a little when he realizes you’re not game to play pretend with him. He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts even more.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! You can pretend to be a terrorist and I’ll be the loyal Turk who’s trying to get you to confess! It’ll be the best learning exercise!”

You had to admit that now that he explained it a bit more, it made a lot more sense. You smirk at him, toying around with the idea of playing the role of your enemy. Reno seems to perk up when he notices the way you’re considering it.

“Alright, let’s do it.”

He cheers happily, pumping his fist in the air. Then he’s quick to get into his role, grabbing you by the wrists and holding them behind your back. You grunt at the force, but you can’t deny it turns you on whenever he manhandles you in this way. It’s not very often he does things like this to you, but whenever it happens you know you’re going to find yourself excited.

“You have every right to remain silent,” he mutters against your ear. “But if you were to maybe praise me…maybe I’d be a little more gentle with you.

You laugh, “Fuck you, you’re not a cop.”

He tugs you even closer to him, holding your wrists even harder. You let out a moan, and this makes his cock throb in his pants.

“Tch, you should know that I’m better than any cop that will come to arrest you.”

You laugh again and this causes him to push you up against the wall. Your cheek is pressed up against the cool wallpaper, and Reno grabs your hair harshly. He pulls your head back and you feel his warm breath on your neck.

“Listen to me, little girl, you’re going to confess your crimes.”

You shake your head, “No!”

He smirks and presses you even harder against the wall. But that’s when you feel something hard poking you from the back, and you look over your shoulder at him.

“I know you like me…” He mumbles against your skin.

You gasp when you feel him kissing your neck. It feels so good for him to finally show you a little affection. You press back against him, noticing his erection even more now.

“What if I do like you?” You ask him, a little breathless now.

This is when he turns you around and pins your wrists over your hair on the wall. He’s so close, using his height to tower over you. Then you feel his lips on yours, and your heart skips a beat.

“Then I think I’ll have to make sure you know your place…”

Without warning, he helps you wrap your legs around his slender form. You moan as he presses his hardened cock against your crotch. Your kisses are even more heated now. His tongue feels so velvety and smooth against yours.

Reno is so quick to begin undressing you from the waist down, making you so aroused. Your cheeks burn when he takes your panties up to his nose and sniffs them.

“Damn, I’ve always thought you’d smell this good.” Reno praises you.

You have no words to reply with. Your brain is almost blank. When his long fingers begin penetrating you, it gets even worse. He leans in to kiss you, his tongue once again slipping into your mouth. You begin bucking your hips, moving against his fingers.

“Hmm, I knew I could make you confess,” Reno says with a smirk on his face.

“I never said I liked you!” You try to defend yourself, but it’s much too late.

“You didn’t even need to say a thing…”

#bacon.writes #reno x you #reno x reader #reno ff7 x reader #reno Sinclair x reader #reno ff7 smut #reno Sinclair smut #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #kinktober 2023

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intimacyequalsdeath · 4 months ago

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 5 : (Caramel Apple) Otis Driftwood

Day 5 of Fictober! I don't have much to say that isn't just a repeat of previous days so I hope you all enjoy! Notes: Minors DNI, Canon typical anything to do with the character, their movie or game. Swearing. There's also no real plot to this one either, just domestic esc stuff. Support me: KO-FI

"God! That stupid Bitch! This was my favorite goddamn shirt."

"Oh boo hoo, the baby's shirt is ruined." Otis remarks.

"Hey if it wasn't for your shifty fucking tie-up job that chick wouldn't of gotten out."

"Fuck you, That was Baby's tie up job and you know it."

"Yeah sure, blame it on Baby"

You flop down onto the bed next to him. Your back against the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling.

"If you're really that fucked up over it, I'm sure mama would fix it for you."

"Careful Otis, I'll think you're turning soft."

"Oh fuck you! I'm trying to help your crybaby ass."

You grin up at him with your back still planted on the bed. He flicks his eyes off whatever he's reading and flick them over your face with a roll of them. He snorts at your grin and shakes his head before tossing the book to the side.

"You love me"

"Fuck you"

"Youuuuuu loveeee meeee" You say dramatically.

"Fuck. you."

You laugh loudly as Otis rolls on top of you. His hands on either side of your head caging you in.

"Softie"

"I should've killed you when you first rolled in"

"Oh please, I'm the life of the party around here"

"This ain't no party"

His brings his hand up to cup your face, moving it from side to side as if inspecting you. It reminded you of what he did when you first showed up. It was only you and your broken down car, for some reason Baby felt inclined to help you instead of luring you back home to be killed and turned into some macabre project and it didn't take long after that for Otis to lay his claim to you.

After that you were easily accepted into the firefly family, just another one of mama's ducklings as if you had been there the entire time.

"You're such a goddamn stick in the mud."

"One of us has to be serious or nothing would ever get fucking done around here."

"Yeah like that girl escaping-"

"Don't"

"You can't make nots for shit."

"You need to learn how to shut your goddamn mouth sometimes."

"I've been running my mouth since I got here and you haven't done anything to me yet."

"The night is still young."

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. Your bliss is interrupted by mama calling you all down for dinner as you shove Otis off of you.

"Last one there has to sit between Baby and RJ!"

"Hey now that ain't fair!"

Otis calls after you, but by then your already halfway down the stairs. He rolls his eyes and huffs as he gets off the bed to follow you, asking himself the same question he has for years, why didn't he kill you ? but answering it himself as he's also done for years. Maybe you really are the life of the party.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #halloween #fictober 2024 #fictober #otis driftwood x reader #otis x reader #otis driftwood #otis driftwood imagine #house of 1000 corpses #3 from hell #the devils rejects #baby firefly

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soypz · 2 months ago

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- What Andreas Rönnberg Says About The "Allegations" When Confronted

[TW, mentions of overdosing, mentions of self harm, mentions of grooming, drugs, and a long ass post lmao]

PS, If you don't care about this stuff, I mean like.... don't read it? go focus on the game or community. This is for the people who want Andreas' approval on the situation. Don't like it ? Don't read it

This prob gonna flop but I don't care honestly, i had in my drafts since November 😭. I've been holding this for a sec but its probably one of the final things I'll be making about Andreas because i dont want this blog to be ALLLL about him at all. A little summary is im explaining how the evidence he sends to people trying to "disprove the allegations" has a bunch of plotholes. My friend didn't know what to do with this stuff so I took it into my own hands.

2-3 months ago, Andreas [u/andreas_ronnberg] wrote somebody I know on reddit after he kept calling him out on a thread Andreas 100% corrupted by making his fans who downvote anyone who dare to say they had a negative view of him or look deeper into the grooming situation. He used this long, copy-pasted reply at the beginning of the chat to "disprove" the "allegations" and say they're false and/or twisted around. So technically, this is Andreas' side of everything for anyone who wanted to see both sides, although I'm not sugar coating anything and I'm pointing out his flaws here, my blog, my rules. Plus Andreas blocked me but if he sees this from an alt since he's so crazed about his reputation that'll be funny.

Okay, so first of all, this copy-pasted paragraph is written really weirdly but I'll list it first since its funny as fuck, "The rumors are made by an obsessed manipulative fanGIRL who now identifies as NONBINARY and their TRANSGENDER boyfriend" LOL. He misgendered Sani right then and there while saying he was trying to be "respectful" and then made a PS saying that he mentioned their genders because they hate being misgendered. I dunno about you, but I feel like he DEFINITELY did that on purpose. Also, Sani isn't a "fangirl" of this man, if he used past tense before they were nonbinary it would make sense but using fangirl in general is just odd. but it's whatever and not the main thing we are focusing on there.

I had to split his words here cause it's long but I won't have to much

He shows some of his.... "proof" here and uses his nephews and nieces to guilt even though he did this to himself and what goes on the internet stays.

This shows the people he mentioned about (his "harassers") and another a police report

The first screenshots doesn't matter because it's just saying "fuck you, we claim the characters now" which just made his feelings hurt for a grown man, but this police report one is interesting.

(also I have no clue how this considered his only proof of strong harassment with Sani because there is worse than meanie hastags, especially when he uploaded someone's barely censored nudes... but hm sure sani is more "fragile" 😹

The top notification says "Notification of your decision," and the rest say, "Copy of your police report", you see, this would be believable for me if it actually had a name attached to it.... even though this is the supposed police report against the Sani, Sani would literally say to you nothing is happening right now, not even in court. Not only that, but this (again) shows no proof it was against the victim and could be just an entirely random person he's reporting. If you think about it, if something was happening in court and he was winning due to everything being quote on quote, "misinformation, false rumors, manipulated content, and irrelevant stuff taken out of context." He wouldn't have been privately dming people out the blue saying he's innocent, might as well be very formal and public about it if he ACTUALLY was though.

Finally, he doesn't meet court standards anyway. If they look into him deeper, they'd see his history of drug use (which is especially serious with Swedish laws) and the revenge porn he willingly uploaded on his server.

REGARDING THE OVERDOSE

You see, his idea of this is weird. He and his wife blame his aspergers and the overdose of his medication on all this and say it's okay. Firstly, I don't even know what the aspergers has to do with this, it gives bad representation on people with autism in my opinion because overdosing on something and sexting a "friend" while you have a wife doesn't mean your autism forced you to do it. His analogy is strange too, it's similar to - If you hit a person while drunk driving, ITS OK ! You were under the influence of drugs and if you accidentally killed that person or seriously hospitalized them, you deserve no jail time because it was definitely not you at the time ! And totally not your fault!!

You see where I'm getting? If you hospitalize someone even if you were under the influence, you will and should face consequences either way. It was your choice to overdose. It was their choice to get drunk. Therefore, I do not feel as much sympathy for him on his side, he chose to go the wrong way and messed up a friendship himself, this is not the other person's fault and entirely understandable if they wanted to break the friendship up over it.

Also, he changes it up.... first, he says the overdose was caused by Sani because their blog post about him, but now it was an "AcCidEnTaL" overdose?... hm.. conflicting... if Sani caused it and you overdosed because they made that post, that's not an accident.

Anyways, on more to Andreas' side

Here he mentions Yulia (Yulia is a woman who was involved in Andreas shenanigans he claims was "the overdose" incident. Andreas knew Yulia since she was 12 (he said it himself over voice messages in their direct messages in the exposing Andreas v3 doc).

Here is the screenshot he provided, saying Yulia doesn't want to be involved.

It's very funny how he says Sani takes things out of context but uhm we have this....

(POV from Yulia's end)

"Owe? No, I don't owe you anything, I already said what you wanted me to say, I said that I wanted her to stop it, and I'm not a victim as she positioned me to"

Wow, Andreas. You MADE her say that so you look better and tried to make her delete an archive that wasn't even hers?... such proof, man. Now you see, Yulia doesn't really consider herself as a victim and this is why i havent mentioned her as one specifically although, either way Andreas has said horrible things to her still and taken her out of context to look better. Yulia doesn't care about him anymore but shared her story for the safety of anyone else this could happen to.

He says the things with Sani are completely fake because there aren't voice messages tied to their chats so theres no physical identity to "prove" it if it was real, and he likes to take advantage of that.

Also his self harming; He shared photos of himself on a trip to the mental hospital on his public server, and Yulia had proof of his self-harm photos he directly sent her as well as his crazed voice messages. He had no way out of the proof Yulia had and saying it was fake at the time would not work, especially since AI and other programs could not replicate photos like they do today, obviously.

He's right. He didn't cheat on his wife.... he attempted to. Luckily he has a wife that says to 'understand him' and have him get help although, clearly something hasn't been working if he still isn't living up to her expectations if he's privately dming people about the situation falsely and not apologizing to Sani at the very LEAST for sharing nudes on his server but whatever.

[Also, no one here in the screenshots are a 'fan', just more of his egotistical mumbling]

Either way, if he cheated on his wife or not, thats not really my business and kinda up to her in my opinion, although you see she sees a lot in Andreas. It's such a shame not even one promise she said would work couldn't be kept though due to his ego and delued takes on everything. If this actually worked Andreas might as well just should have owned up to it and apologize to Sani, that's all he could have done instead of tormenting his self through all this but that's his choice...

You see, if Andreas was serious about this, then he would come out publicly and not oddly DM people saying "FAKE FAKE FAKE" like anyone else would. If it's all just misinformation and taken out of context screenshots, then you would have come out about this now publicly and not hide it from your beloved community of people who admire you dearly right? or at least your defenders? I cannot say your whole community myself. But sure make your wife do it for you!

AND HERE ENDS THE ANDREAS PROOF SAGA !

After build ups of DMs, Andreas eventually stopped replying and gave up. No, I do not encourage sending hateful dms to Andreas or anyone else involved. This is to spread awareness about how Andreas ACTUALLY is. Yes, you can like his games all you want and play them, completely fine. Support him, though, and that's breaking the ice, but it's ultimately up to you.

Final note, if you, yes, you Andreas defenders, ever find this and would like to say this is "fake" or "manipulated" as well, I'd like you, in return, give me solid proof that it is first :) I do not accept text-based evidence such as

"This evidence seems fake" ,

"I thought Andreas said/debunked ....",

"Andreas said to ignore this because its old and ..."

I will need your 100% certainty (even though i know im not getting it teehee), as well as you to look into both sides of the story equally before you share an opinion because if you don't, THATS how you spread actual misinformation. Ya' supposed hardcore Cry of Fear fans gotta realize you can't call everyone a harasser or obsessed for having a voice against a popular opinion or vision of someone. No one sane is or wants to stalk this man but his actual parasocial fans. We're just calling him out and forever will cause just because something is old doesn't mean it shouldn't be remembered or not taken seriously still Lol. Don't feel bad for an infanilzed 30 year old man.

Rant over

#andreas rönnberg #awareness #afraid of monsters #cry of fear #team psykskallar #SoundCloud #andreas groomberg

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runawaymun · 3 months ago

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Have you ever just stared at an idea and couldn't write it? You want to buy it's so you tailored that no one will read it, in fact your scared that people who ship the rare pair might be disappointed with it.

If so how do you deal with it because I am struggling. I lost a lot of my creative drive because I feel like no one wants to hear my stories. Has that ever happened to you?

Sorry to come in and like have a big sad in you inbox but I love your work and I always wonder if other people with such amazing work feel this way too.

Ah, nonnie, you sent this in a little while ago and I was laid flat, so I'm so sorry that it has taken me this long to reply!

But yes, this has happened to me! I think it's very natural. The only way you can get past it is by saying fuck it tbh. Write what you want to write; write what makes you happy!

I thought Stars was going to be way too hyperspecific to me. I hadn't really seen anything like it, and platonic OC & Canon Character fics as a whole rarely see any popularity, but I wrote it with my whole chest and surprisingly it resonated with a lot of people. That happened with Brimbrond (there were like, I think three people who shipped it at the time I started writing Partake), and now with my Zhongli x Baizhu fics, Genshin is such a large fandom and it is such a rarepair. Zhongli is attached to one of the most popular fics in the fandom and Baizhu is simply rarely ever written about. But I love them. And I feel that way about Dehya and Baizhu, too, and plan on writing stuff for them and making art.

Truly the only way to get past this is to write what you love. You don't even have to post it. Write what you want to read. It helps if you can find even one other person who ships the ship and likes your work, and the two of you can scream about it together. I know it really sucks when it feels like no one's reading your work. I've had flop fics myself, and it happens especially with art since people just don't reblog as much as they used to. It can be really discouraging. But you have to do it for you.

If it's really bothering you, then maybe take a step back and just don't post anything. You don't have to post it at all. Write it without posting. Let it be Bad, even. Put your whole chest into it, write whatever tropes you want, skip around. If you're bored then don't write it. If you aren't having fun, don't write it. Skip all the uninteresting parts and just write the shippy nonsense you want to read.

I guess what I keep wanting to say and keep repeating ad nauseam is that you really, really cannot be writing for others. Again, believe me, I know it's disheartening when something flops and you feel like no one wants to read your work, but that's where you have to decide that you're going to write for you.

And if you're burnt out and absolutely nothing is fun, then take a step back and just read. Like, fanfic sure, but I mean a physical book. It'll exfoliate your brain. Read for fun. If you aren't enjoying the book then don't be afraid to DNF it. Play a good story-based video game if that's your thing. Watch a show or a movie and really pay attention to it. When I'm lacking inspiration and everything Feels Bad sometimes I just need to get some input. As it was described to me years ago: your writing brain is like a well. You have to pour good stuff into it. Nothing is written in a vacuum, and if you're struggling to make anything come out it may be because your well is empty, and you just need to top it up a bit.

Anyway, yeah. Enjoy some good fiction. Kill the critic inside your head. Write for you. I am pretty much terrified 100% of the time when I am writing and posting that it won't be good, it'll flop, no one will like it, etc. etc. But you absolutely cannot let that paralyze you into not creating. Don't let the critic in your head win. Tell yourself it doesn't have to be good. Repeat that over and over. It's okay if it's bad. It's okay if it's bad. No one even has to see it.

Plus, when it comes to rough drafts --- accept that it is going to be bad. You are just shoveling sand into a box to build castles with later.

If you want to post, please try to remember that it is a gift to the community. It is a privilege that we get to read other people's work. For FREE. For FUN. And make friends doing it! You do not owe anyone anything. At risk of sounding like a broken record: please, please, please write for you and no one else. If you choose to share it that is up to you, and the rest of us say fucking thank you. The inner critic never goes away. That fear never goes away. I'm so serious. But it's fake. It's so fake. It doesn't matter. Imagine it in a silly, stupid little voice (mine sounds like a whiny kylo ren or sometimes like Donald Trump, and then it's easy to dispel). Tell it to shut up. If it's like 'this is awful' then say 'that's okay. I'm having fun', and if it's like 'no one will read it,' then say 'that's okay, i'm writing it for me,' and then write what you want to write, because you like it and want to read it. Fuck it you ball.

#i repeated myself so much in here but god nonnie I cannot express how universal a feeling this is #and that's not to invalidate it -- that's to say it's INCREDIBLY valid #i'm so sorry i wish i could say it goes away #it doesn't #but the only cure for it is to say 'fuck it we ball' and write what makes you happy #otherwise you will be miserable #writing #this is an ongoing process #i don't know of a single writer who is 100% confident in their work #not even professional ones #i've read so many books on writing and interviews from pro writers and everyone has the same problem #you aren't alone #but the contentification of fanfic and fanart is such a fucking plague #you are not making content for engagement #you are making art

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alwaysjustmina · 1 year ago

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It seems this is another one I had never posted here. And I love this dancing series. I posted this back in April of 2023

Dancing in the Dark

Read below the cut or on AO3

Dew sat on the same chair in the corner of Rain’s room, playing on his phone while Rain lounged on his bed.

Dew didn't know Rain had seen him in the corner that day when he slipped quietly in his room and watched him. He let him believe he was unaware of his eyes roving over his body. He had a plan then and he has a plan now.

Rain flopped on his side to look at Dew as he sat there, him being the unaware one this time. Something must have been amusing as he had a slight smile on his face as he perused whatever it was that amused him on his phone. Many would think a smile was rare on that face, but Rain had seen them multiple times. His eyes would be the first to show his mood, you wouldn't notice it if you hadn't seen them up close. The pupils would dilate the smallest amount and then a slow crinkle would start on the edge of his eyes, his brows would lift a fraction, followed by his little nose scrunch, and then the corners of his mouth would lift upwards. Sometimes that is all you would get, which was amazing to see on its own. What was truly dazzling though, was when his lips would part in a grin, his tongue would dart out the smallest bit and then back in, his fangs would rest on his bottom lip, the area they pressed on slightly more rosey than the rest. Rain aimed for those smiles.

As he rested his head on the hand that propped him up, he continued to quietly observe Dew. They had returned to Rain’s room after dinner with the rest of the group, opting to be alone rather than sit with them in the commons watching a movie. Dew had hurriedly changed into softer pants from his jeans so they could lounge and do whatever they pleased. He had decided early on he was slightly cold and pulled a hoodie off of the back of Rain’s door. Rain had watched him do it from his bed, that Dew felt comfortable enough to just do this made his heart fill with warmth. He understood how arousing it was for Dew to see him in his t-shirt now. He kept lifting the collar up around his nose with deep inhalations. His eyes would shutter a little every time at the scent. When the collar wasn't up around his face, he would play with the strings, wrapping them slowly around his fingers and unraveling them again, pressing the ends every so often to his mouth.

Dew still hadn't noticed Rain observing him, which was probably for the best as he had a mischievous smirk on his lips ready to put his next plan into action.

"Hey, you care if I turn the speaker on? I don't feel like putting my earbuds in."

Dew just nodded thinking nothing of it, returning to whatever he was doing on his phone.

While Rain didn't want too much interest yet he was a little miffed that he didn't even look up. He wouldn't be able to resist what was coming.

Rain stood to turn on the speaker, and lower the lights a bit. Turning on a few lamps around the room and turning off the overhead. Still nothing from Dew that he even noticed.

Rain sat back down on the floor this time and pulled his phone down to start the new playlist he made just for Dew.

I've been a bad, bad girl

I've been careless with a delicate man

Rain casually sat against the bed, legs crossed as he started singing quietly to himself.

I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins

Starting to get slightly annoyed that Dew still hadn't looked up he became a bit louder.

And I need to be redeemed to the one I've sinned against, because he's all I've known of love

"Trying to tell me something?" Dew finally looked up from his phone, making direct eye contact with Rain. The corners of his mouth up in a small smirk.

Rain shrugged, "Nope, I just enjoyed the song."

"Hmmm. Really?"

"Yep."

"Ok." Dew stared at him a moment longer, trying to figure out the game, and then went back to his phone.

Hmm. Maybe that was the wrong song to start with. He grabbed his phone and scrolled to the next one.

You make it look like it's magic

Cause I see nobody, nobody but you

Dew looked back up again. Putting his phone aside to see what Rain was up to. Finally having his whole attention he started his plan.

You're my favorite kind of night

He licked his lips as he got up on his knees from the floor.

You're always worth it

He slowly lifted his t-shirt off his body with one hand, rubbing his other along the line of chest following the shirt as it left his body. His hips started to sway slowly from side to side as he lowered his face to look at the floor. Bringing his thumb up to play along his bottom lip, spreading the wetness along it. He raised his eyes to look through his long dark lashes at Dew.

Dew had his elbow on the arm of the chair, with his fingers holding his temple while he took in Rain. His eyes hot and smoldering, and as Rain pushed his thumb in his mouth, Dew inhaled sharply, leaving his mouth slightly agape as he watched.

Rain ran his hands back along his body, keeping his face angled down, his hair falling to cover his eyes. He slowly traveled his hands down to the button on his jeans, popping it open, to see more of that chiseled waistline. He looked back at Dew as he unbuttoned them. His eyes were trained on his fingers. When Rain made no motion to continue his eyes darted back to meet his.

"Rain," he breathed.

"Mmhmm?"

"Come here."

Rain gave him a sultry smile and bit his bottom lip as he dropped to all fours and slowly made his way across the floor to where Dew sat waiting for him.

As Rain moved he would arch his back and drop it back down, accentuating the lines of his body. The perfect lines of his body, arching, writhing, his ass squeezable, fuckable. Dew salivated as he watched him.

When he approached Dew, he kept his head low, nudging at Dew's ankle, biting at the hem of his pants and placing a light, chaste kiss on the bone. Changing from extremely sexy to sweet in an instant, Dew sighed at the sensation. He didn't stay at his ankle though. He brought his hands up to grab at his legs as he slowly lifted his body. He ran his hands up and down Dew’s legs as he placed his head on Dew’s thigh looking up at him again through his long eyelashes.

"Hey," Dew looked down at him. "What're you doin'?"

"Trying to show you something." Rain turned his head as he said it, mouthing at his thigh.

"And that'd be?"

Rain shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to be blatantly obvious with his carefully thought out plan.

Dew brought his hand not holding his head up to push it through Rain’s soft, dark hair, continuing his caress onto his neck, grabbing the back of it and moving him closer.

"Fucking kiss me," he begged.

Rain crushed their lips together, pressing himself between Dew’s open legs, bringing his arms around to sit on his hips and pull him closer to him. Dew groaned into his mouth when his cock made contact with Rain’s chest as he pressed into him. He pulled away, spit connecting their mouths, "Fuck, Rain, you are so fucking hot."

Rain had already moved onto his neck when he whispered that into his ear and growled, biting down on his lobe.

"Do you want my surprise?"

"Surprise? What surprise?" Dew asked with obvious confusion.

"Yes or no?"

"Of course yes, I want whatever you want to give, do, whatever."

Rain pushed Dew back on the seat and stood up. He turned back around to step back to his phone. When Dew saw he was leaving he grabbed quickly onto his hips and pulled him down onto him, biting his shoulder, "Don't go," he whined.

"You said you wanted the surprise."

Dew huffed under his breath and ground his cock into Rain, as he continued to suck on the mark he had started.

Rain laughed and pulled Dew's hands from his hips and quickly separated from him.

He turned around after he took several steps away. "Just give me a second, you will like this."

He quickly grabbed his phone and changed the song.

Home in the valley

Home in the city

As the song started, he turned back to Dew, who again was one the edge of his seat, and pushed him back to be flush with the back of the chair. As Dew complied he brought his legs up to straddle his body, and heard Dew gasp.

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I can't see no reason to put up a fight

Rain pulled Dew’s hands to sit astride his hips as he descended and kissed him again. He pulled his bottom lip in his mouth, biting the soft flesh between his fangs. Letting go and licking at the indentations he made, making sure he didn't pierce the skin. He licked his tongue into Dew’s open mouth, finding his tongue meeting him on the journey.

As his mouth and hands were now occupied, Rain started moving his hips, swaying them side to side, up and down along with the beat of the song. Dew definitely noticed, as he whimpered into the kiss.

"Like that?" Rain asked as he pulled away.

Dew didn't answer, he just stared at Rain, enraptured, eyes glazed over and mouth open.

Rain continued what he was doing, leaning backwards, holding onto the side of the chair for balance, he moved his body in ways Dew had never seen him do before.

I'm livin' for giving the devil his due

And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you

Dew watched as he held onto Rain’s ass, grabbing and trying to pull him closer. He could see his stomach muscles tighten as he went bent back and forth, grinding into Dew harder and harder on each pass.

On his next pass closer to Dew he whispered in his ear, "I AM burning for you."

"Fuck Rain," was all Dew could manage.

Rain reached to pull Dew's shirts off. "I now understand why you liked seeing your shirt on me, so fucking hot." He tossed them somewhere behind him on the floor.

"You're hot."

"I want to slide down on your cock, while you sit here, would you like that?"

He could see Dew visibly swallow and nod his head.

"I thought you would," he murmured into his ear.

Rain stood in a fluid motion, none of his normal fumbling were present, he was all grace and elegance. Rain stood directly in front of Dew as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. "Fuck," Dew whispered as he realized Rain wasn't wearing underwear.

As Rain continued the last of removing his clothes, Dew reached and pushed his pants down.

The song switched again as Rain sat in Dew’s lap facing away from him.

You make it look like it's magic

'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

He pulled Dew's hands to sit on his hips again as he rutted down to push onto him. Dew leaned forward to place fervent kisses along his shoulders.

"I am so hard, you are so-so sexy."

Rain didn't need Dew to tell him that, he could feel him pressing up inside him.

So I'ma care for you, you, you

He leaned back, his back flush with Dew's chest, placing his head on his shoulder as he looked up at Dew. Bringing his hands up he run them through his hair.

"Do you want me like this?"

"Fuckkkkkkk, I want-I want you however you want to, I just- want you now," he could barely understand Dew with all the stumbling.

Rain reached down by the side if the chair and pulled out a bottle of lube, putting some on his fingers, he reached behind him and started to press a finger into himself.

Dew watched as he did this, he couldn't not, he was directly in front of his face. As Rain pushed his finger in and out, Dew took the lube and put some on his hand as well. Before Rain could place another inside himself, Dew offered his finger, tapping at his entrance. Rain removed his, and let Dew continue, he pushed two fingers into his body. Moving them slowly, until Rain pushed back gyrating his hips into him.

Before Dew could decide to add another, Rain turned and grabbed Dew, spreading his hot precome up and down his length. As soon as he decided he was sufficiently wet enough he turned and slid back to sit on his length, sliding onto Dew in one pass. When he was seated inside, he paused to adjust to the feel.

Dew grabbed his hair pushing it to the side and sucked the skin from his neck into his mouth. If Rain moved front and back it would pull that skin from Dew’s mouth, instead, he pushed his pelvis out and in to feel the friction they both so desperately desired.

Dew continued to suck skin into his mouth between panting breaths.

"Like it?" Rain asked.

Dew again didn't, couldn't answer and instead grabbed Rain’s cock in his hand, and groaned into his neck.

Their pace picked up as they both pulled closer to the edge. Both moaning.

"If you continued to move like that I am going to come." Dew growled.

Rain didn't stop moving, he was so close to his release as well. He only pushed harder and harder into Dew.

He could feel Rain tighten his muscles as he was close, and then when he felt it around where he laid buried inside it was too much, too good. He let go with enough force to lift the both of them off the chair. His body going almost completely verticle from a seated position.

Feeling Dew’s hot come in his body, triggered Rain’s release. As he came, Dew nipped again at his neck and whispered the next line from the song.

Cause you're perfect

You're always worth it

And you deserve it

The way you work it

'Cause you earned it

Rain moaned, he didn't know Dew knew this song.

He slouched back into Dew as they both returned to the present, cold sweat breaking out across their bodies. Dew wrapped his arms around Rain keeping him close.

"You want to move?" Dew asked.

"No, stay together, don't leave."

"Never, I promise, babe." Dew pulled a blanket from a basket next to the chair to drape over their quickly cooling bodies as Rain brought his legs in to snuggle closer.

"Didn't know you knew that song," he whispered, practically asleep.

Dew didn't answer back, when he went to he realized Rain had falling asleep as he whispered, "You're fucking perfect and always worth it."

#rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #raindrop #fan fiction #ghost fan fiction #ghost band #mina writes

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verycharismaticdragon · 5 months ago

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On Air Island - chapter 1 - part 8

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First things first, I'm back from my vacay, so bye-bye broken formatting and editing on the phone!

Meanwhile, we have reached the last installment in Chapter 1. Without further ado, let's tune in!~

(the transcript is available below the poll, under keep reading)

And that's it for Chapter 1! Everyone of note has shown their faces, though we will get to know them better with time. Or not, depending on our choices?.. Anyway, we will be starting Chapter 2 with the next choice! Speaking of which,

Transcript legend:

In-game text

Character speaking: dialogue line

regular chat message Donation: donation message

available donation messages

{ Alternative translation }

|| 🏅 award (achievement) collected ||

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Hanse: Oh......? I've never met you before.

[player] donated 50 Small Spade: Okay, let's talk about what happened earlier.

Hanse: Uh, uh, uh...... that, that's......

BurBur: Hahahahah kimbab: He's telling him

Haggai: Hmm? Do you want to say something?

ReVeLub2: You should have said it then LockHim: Yeah

Hanse: Actually, before I got here......

[Hanse explaining himself] [small chattering sound]

KimPearl: That's a bit too much CloseEye: Fyuh thanks god he talks about it

Hanse: ....something happened. { …and that’s what happened. }

ImABear: It's too frustrating and i was gonna stop watching BegLove: Me too

Hanse: I was wondering if it was what Haggai had ordered.

Igiveu: Haggai? NARICHAN: That's too much nazang12: ikr

Haggai: Oh... ... ...It did happen, and it must have surprised you. { Oh… So that’s what happened. You must’ve been very surprised. }

Haggai: It was a festival we've been looking forward to for a long time, so we must have been very sensitive. { It’s a festival we've been looking forward to for a long time, so everyone was very sensitive, it seems. }

winkhans: Not so sensitive Universe: I did not get why they took off his clothes, give him some reward

Haggai: I'll take care to prevent the same thing from happening. Bjorn, please.

123123: Hmmm CloseEye: Can we believe it... GuardHim: Idk danchu1: The villagers were so harsh

Bjorn: … ...Yes, please. { ……Yes. Please leave it to me. }

Haggai: Since it was my fault, I'll make the penalty easy for you. Come this way.

Hanse: Ah... ... Yes! Gentlemen, I'll be back!

ilovebts: Bye~ LookOnly: Good luck!

[loud and small shouting] [sound of things banging]

… …

Haggai: Mmmm. That's enough for now. Thank you for your help, Hanse.

Haggai: You may now go back to your group. || 🏅 Fulfillment of a Penalty ||

cnbuild: Finally, it's done outnow: Hanse looks so tired, be gentle with him WALKOAI: You didn't even feed him and what is this? Mr.Go: Empty stomach exercise

Hanse: Hmph, hmph...... thank you! Now, if you'll excuse me first!

hansevly: You've worked hard... License: Why is he so weak? He is an idol isn't he? SirNine: That's why he is a flop Universe: Try to do it yourself ha

[loud and small shouting]

Hanse: Ah... ... I'm so hungry, I can't move anymore. I'll just go a little slower because I don't want to fall over.

KimBokC: Be careful HsWAVE: Is there any meal? weekend donated 5 Ordinary Heart: Get some money from the donation and let's buy some food Hanse!

Hanse: What? With the donation you got? Really......? I didn't even think about it......! { What? Use donations? Really……? I didn't even think about that……! }

ottse: Wow nice hanseria: Yeah WOLKER: Let's just try everything Thiefin: You should ask Nari to help to get some food Expose: Clinging to Nari again? Unknown: Nari is full of people clinging to her

Hanse: Well, then, this is the time....... I'll show my professionalism.

Hanse: I'll do anything! Please donate to me!

Sing! (Claps) Sing! (Claps) Sing! (Claps)

Dance! (Claps) Dance! (Claps) Dance! (Claps)

How about going old-school and taking off your t-shirt?

#on air island #oai #on air island lp #indie games #thriller games #mobile games

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itwoodbeprefect · 4 months ago

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5, 8, 13, 37!

5. Share one of your strengths.

i was trying to think of something i haven't answered to this type of question in similar ask games before, so i'll go with a slightly sideways take and say, hey, i like my own writing. which is great! it means i get to have fun writing it, and it's (mostly) not a chore to read it a dozen times, and then once it's posted i optionally get to sit down and read this story i like that checks off a whole bunch of specific things i want from fic. i would never ever have been able to write as much as i have, or learn to write as well, if i didn't enjoy reading my own writing.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

this is from something that still hasn't been posted (though soon, hopefully. let's ignore that i've been thinking that about this fic for at least six months), but i think it's a fun exchange that fits the way steve and danny express their love through their bicker-banter dynamic, and i really enjoy how this flows with the bits of description too:

The door to the master bedroom doesn’t creak either, but the bed rustles when the dark shape of Steve’s head pops up. “What’s happening?” Steve asks, at a tone a touch too proud to be a whisper. He doesn’t sound like Danny just woke him up, but that might just be Steve’s Steveness.

Danny pauses at the foot of the bed regardless. He’s tired, so he figures it’s best to go hard on the offensive rather than prepare for a lengthy sparring session. A little too much truth usually does the trick. “I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” the Steve shape says, from right there.

Like Danny doesn’t know that. “I know that,” he says, because he does know that. He knew that even when he was in the other room, and it didn’t functionally change anything. “Did I say I was being rational about this?”

The Steve shape is quiet for a moment, like he’s waiting Danny out. “Well, what are you doing all the way over there?” he asks eventually, like that’s the part of what Danny is doing that’s insane.

Danny’s chest finally feels whole again, but he ignores it because he’s busy walking around the bed and getting in under the sheet and complaining. “You hadn’t invited me yet. I’m not in the habit of climbing into other guys’ beds uninvited.”

Steve flops down on his front, muttering right into his pillow, “Yeah, you are.”

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

show don't tell? which is tricky because like almost any writing advice, it's not a magical rule that always applies and can never be broken, and you do need to learn how to apply it well. but oooh. ohoho. if a newer writer starts figuring this out, it levels up their writing tenfold. i know mine got better when i started doing this more intentionally.

37. Talk about your current wips.

oooh, i don't even know what counts as a current wip for me at the moment, so this will be very scattered. but i guess the things that have been on my mind the most are the last chapter of A flip-flop state of mind (it will happen! at some point!); the nearly finished h50 fic that the snippet above is from (which is superficially about junior moving out of the mcgarrett home, but that's just a cover for a very domestic getting together fic); another h50 fic that's, well, more domesticity (but established relationship), and is 95% dialogue so far, though it's not supposed to become a dialogue-only fic; somehow two different starsky/hutch fics of which both are in some way inspired by a song by dutch singer boudewijn de groot; another starsky/hutch fic based on a dutch song, only this time it's by someone else (and more actively relevant to the fic. i may end up translating the whole song if this fic ever gets posted, purely as optional context); a bad buddy fic in which pat and pran's respective best friends try to be annoying (affectionately) but get outclassed by patpran's competitive streak, and they all acknowledge (some with more dismay than others) that they've become friends; and finally another bad buddy fic which. i think it's done, probably. it's been done for weeks, i just can't decide if i like it the way it is or if i need to figure out a way to switch a certain part up before i hit post. i think at least in part it's that i'm running into the inherent difficulty in getting a character to Sound Right through a translation, which has made me go "oh my god how did i do that" a lot at the many many years i was constantly writing dutch fic for english media. but i'll figure it out! i hope.

#thank you!! <3 #*#ask #ask game

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dorizardthewizard · 7 months ago

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HSM (2006) rewatch pt 16 (final)

16: WHAT TEAM?

Yaaay champions! I like how he actually fakes right and breaks left in the game haha

We don’t get to see Gabriella winning though, but I imagine a scholastic decathlon win wouldn’t look so interesting

AND THE COCKBLOCK COUNTER STARTS NOW! : 1

This will be more relevant in the second movie

And yes I'm going to read too much into Chad breaking them up

Chad: So, you're going with me to the after-party, right? Taylor: Like on a date? Chad: Must be your lucky day!

Smooth, Chad, real smooth. Although I wish we could have gotten some moments of them actually becoming more close because it’s kind of out of nowhere? It's like they said, here’s the black best friend characters. Obviously we should just pair them up, no need to actually develop that everyone should get it.

^ For reference, it took like a few minutes of screentime for us to buy into Troy and Gabriella being into each other, so they really could have squeezed something in like, maybe during their talk when they realised they fucked up? They could have a genuine moment there.

Also quick fast forward but I read in an interview with Monique I think that she had the idea of giving Taylor a Britney-inspired outfit for the last scene, and yeah it's a pretty nice touch! A mix between preppy but also showing her letting loose.

I didn't clock that outfit at all at first though because I'm used to seeing school uniform in my country asdjhsf

Anyway yeah it’s too sudden for Sharpay to suddenly be cool with everyone now, but I don’t really care because they had no idea how big this movie would become and that they’d get sequels so I get why they wrapped that up quickly.

Awww Zeke! You gotta let it go man, there’s plenty of girls out there who will appreciate your cookies. Why does Sharpay reply “ew” to cookies what 😭😭 adding this to my lesbian Sharpay agenda

But Ryan picks them up at least and congratulates Zeke, he’s also wearing red so… supportive? Ok I see you Lucas I see what you were trying to do and I’m sorry Disney wouldn’t let you do it, but I do still find it hilarious how these little moments just get completely overshadowed by THAT scene in HSM2 LMAO

Aww Kelsi looking happy but awkward, same. Looks like everyone had an outfit change! She’s the playmaker! Troy’s like Kelsi fan number one and their friendship is so underrated honestly, he’s always lifting her up. Which must have been crazy for Kelsi, in the novelisation during their first interaction she’s like “THE Troy Bolton is being nice to me holy shit??”

Kelsi’s reaction is so funny though like, yeah I too would be like “Thanks!! Errr what do I do with this now I don’t know anything about basketball? Do I shoot it for fun? But I’ll probably flop and lose the ball, how long am I supposed to carry it for? Can I just… leave it to the side? Put it away I mean they’re gonna need it again? But I don’t want to look like I don’t appreciate it?????” This is what my brain is like during every single unscripted social interaction I engage in btw

Jason noticing her being a bit awkward and helping her shoot the ball is sweet, he’s just like that. Not a huge fan of taking her hat off though, I know it’s like this ooooh she’s letting loose moment but…. she had it on during Breaking Free when she’d just stood up to Sharpay and she was all energetic and confident during the performance, she’s all about her hats let her wear her hat! It comes off as the “oooooohhh this nerdy girl with questionable fashion sense is actually really beautiful if she just presents more conventionally!” trope

And now the final song! I've given up on making passable screencaps

I love watching the extras in this one because they’re obviously professional dancers and they just show everyone up, especially in that bit once the end credits start rolling. Ryan slays in this too, and happy to see Martha freely dancing there! As for the song itself, it’s iconic of course. For my personal listening tastes though, it's just a liiiittle too cheesy and for the kids. That’s what they were going for, with a pretty learnable choreography and all. Which is fine! It’s just not something I’d listen to much in my free time. I’m also haunted by another vine where these guys do a handshake or something and then break into this choreography idk, I can’t find it. Anyway B tier

WILDCATS EVERYWHERE! WAVE YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR! THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT LET'S GET TO IT COME ON EVERYONE!! 😭

Hahahaha this post-credits scene, what was Zeke even doing just wandering around there aimlessly. Thinking about his rejection? : ( But no one can resist his baking for long!

His smile at the camera is so funny, yeah they never really went anywhere with this Sharpay-Zeke thing in the series so it’s kind of weird they keep throwing in little hints and Zeke still has a crush on her every movie

Aaaaand that’s the movie! This commentary has clocked in at over 9000 words, this is insane.

#high school musical #hsm #high school musical (2006)#hsm liveblog #troy bolton #gabriella montez #chad danforth #taylor mckessie #sharpay evans #ryan evans #zeke baylor #kelsi nielsen #jason cross #dori watches hsm #my posts #and that's the first hsm!#yay i had fun revisiting it #i did write the commentary all at once while i was watching i just edit into tumblr later #might post my song tier ranking later

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palettepainter · 2 years ago

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Not sure if you're still answering these type of ask. But do you have any Clifford headcanons? 👉👈

Maybe some about what Clifford and Zee's relationship was like???

my askbox is pretty much always open so people can ask for headcannons anytime! A heads up to longtime Clifford fans I've gotten a general idea of his character through watching episodes/clips from Muppets Tonight, so idk if theres other videos of him

-I did a post a while back with some Clifford headcannons so you can read them here: Palettepainter101 — Got any headcanons for Clifford? (tumblr.com)

-As for him and Zee overall they where a pretty normal, but fashionable, couple. From watching Muppets Tonight Clifford strikes me as the type of guy who is just trying to do his job, get paid, and put food on the table. If he's not dealing with some dumb shit backstage then he will be later. I kind of love him for that, he's just trying to run a show, let the man do his job.

-When they met Zee was just a singer and hadn't started her teaching career just yet. Zee sang at different joints more or less as a very passionate hobby, she was paid well but the gigs where far and few, so she wanted to get a fulltime job to make ends meet. She applies for a job at the Muppets Tonight studios for an actor, with her career as a dancer she was used to a stage and working alongside other muppets was a new change of pace that sounded fun to her. Since Zee was already a singer and proved to already have experience on a stage she got hired relatively quickly

-Zee had always preformed alone, so while it took a bit for her to adjust having acting partners she soon made quick friends with some of the other actors on the show. Being one of the oldest cousins to Zoot she's also naturally the mum friend of their group, so isn't afraid of rolling up her sleeves to get stuff down. Her and Clifford where pretty close by this point, since Zee was good at keeping a level head and people seemed to listen to her Clifford trusted her with a lot of other things he didn't have the time for.

In some bloopers for Muppets Tonight there's this one where Clifford gets into a fight with Johnny and his chimp Sal. I think it'd be funny if Zee see's this going down and naturally goes over to see what's wrong, manages to calm Sal down with nothing more then a few calm words and a smile, and the pair go on their way, before she turns to Clifford and probably asks "You good boss?"

-During the time when the two where starting to crush on each other there was a lot of flirting/playful teasing. Zee and Clifford could match each others energy, and their impeccable fashion tastes, but it took them ages to actually start dating. A lot of people on the show assumed they where dating long before they actually where because the back and fourth flirting game went on forever. The day Clifford actually went to ask Zee out stuff kept getting in his way, in typical, comical muppet fashion. Whenever he got round to talking with Zee something else would pop up, or Pepe and Seymour would interrupt him, then Zee would be called over by somebody else and he'd loose his chance. It wasn't until the end of the day when Clifford flops down in his office chair does Zee pop by with a coffee, probably with a "Sheesh, you look rough creampuff" comment (not unkindly). Clifford sighs, saying something about how the day was so hectic and how he looks like a mess. Zee chuckles, saying that he's still got his looks, and then Clifford asks her out

-The two where already flirty before they began dating, so adding dating to the mix felt totally natural for them. With Zee as his girlfriend Zee helped out a lot more with the operations of running the show, the stuff Clifford often handled alone with occasional help from Pepe and Rizzo. Zee's singing career had been pretty popular, but Muppets Tonight was really when it started to take off. Clifford made space for her to sing songs in-between acts to warm up the audience, and Clifford loves to hear her sing. The two where still very flirty even after dating, and might have snuck in a few make out sessions in Clifford's office during commercial breaks.

I want to say they dated for a handful of years, perhaps the two had started to share their own space (perhaps rumours of the two buying a new place together and settling down, only Zee and Clifford know for sure). But Zee was eventually approached by a business man to give her a brand deal with her singing, only issue is Zee would have to move. Clifford and her had a long talk about it, and at first they tried to make long distance work, but in the end neither wanted to hold the other back and decided to remain friends

#Muppets #Muppets Tonight #Zee #Clifford #Muppet OC

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cosleia · 1 year ago

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Hello hi, it's me, ms. 666. I have a ficlet request! How about cannoli(sh) kylux in the reality show Survivor?

Congratulations on winning a ficlet! :D Since I have never watched Survivor, I read a description of how the show works and poked around the Survivor Wiki a bit in order to write this. I've decided to go with the pre-Covid format of revealing the winner during the Reunion. Please forgive any inaccuracies.

I hope you enjoy!

kylux, 1045 words, modern au, survivor au

Armitage was not looking forward to the Survivor Reunion Show. He'd spent the last few months trying to forget the 26-day ordeal, and it was only the potential million-dollar win—and the guaranteed $10,000 attendance bonus—that had him taking a deep breath and walking onto the Los Angeles set now.

It should have been an easy win for him. Not only had he been taking care of his own basic needs since he was five years old, but every summer between the ages of 13 and 18, his father had abandoned him in the wilderness somewhere, telling him to find his way back to civilization on his own. There was no one on Earth better prepared to handle being left on an island with only the clothes on his back than Armitage Hux.

But Armitage had learned quickly that Survivor wasn't just about survival skills. It was also about manipulating other players into favoring you so you could avoid being voted off. This was not something Armitage had ever had occasion to learn, especially from Brendol Hux, who rather infamously had managed to make no alliances, at work or socially, in his entire life.

Unfortunately, one of the other contestants, who had made it all the way to the final two with Armitage, happened to be a natural manipulator. Kylo Ren had a way of ingratiating himself to people; if his wry wit didn't do it, all he generally had to do was take off his shirt or carry something heavy. He looked absolutely sinful eating a banana...or doing anything, really. And he knew it, and he used it to his advantage.

Not only had Armitage had to watch Kylo win immunity after immunity, but he'd had to pretend to like him, too, at least when talking with the other contestants. Because if they knew how much Armitage hated Kylo, they would have voted Armitage off long before the end. As it stood, Armitage had only made it as far as he had by going along with whatever the others were doing and occasionally sharing his survival knowledge with them. Kylo was almost guaranteed to be the final winner, and it was infuriating.

"Hey," a deep voice practically purred in his ear, thrumming so low Armitage's stomach flip-flopped. Big hands came up from behind to rest on Armitage's hips. "Long time no see."

"Not now, you cretin," Armitage hissed.

Kylo squeezed Armitage's hips, then let his hands slide away, thick fingers just grazing Armitage's outer thighs. "Later, then," he said, shoulder-checking Armitage as he made his way to the castaway seating.

"Fuck off," Armitage muttered at Kylo's unfairly broad back.

He'd been trying to forget that, too.

"The winner of Survivor is..."

Kylo Ren, Armitage thought resignedly.

"...Armitage Hux."

Armitage blinked. "What?"

"You're kidding," Kylo said.

"What?" Armitage said again.

"What the fuck," Kylo said.

The reunion show normally would have begun right after the announcement, during which the contestants would share what they'd been up to for the past few months and reminisce on things that had happened during the game.

Things went differently this time.

"This was obviously rigged," Kylo roared, leaping to his feet and sending his faux-stone bench flying. "I was the clear winner." He stormed to the urn, snatched it up and hurled it to the floor of the set, where it smashed into shards.

"You have no actual survival skills," Armitage yelled at him. "All you know how to do is trick people. I deserved to win."

He did deserve it. And he'd done it.

Kylo's head whipped up, his dark, angry eyes fixing on Armitage's face, and Armitage's heart skipped a beat. Then Kylo was barreling toward him, grabbing him by the shoulders, backing him up against the nearest fake palm tree.

"You think you're so perfect," Kylo snarled into Armitage's face.

"And you think you deserve whatever you want, just for existing," Armitage snapped back.

"I hate you," Kylo growled.

"I hate you."

"Now seems like the perfect time to show our first clip," host Jeff Probst broke in.

"And we're clear," called the producer. Behind her, the large flatscreen that showed what was currently on air flipped from the live feed to a recording. Armitage might not have noticed, except—

"Yeah," came the sound of his own voice. He sounded winded. "This is what you're made for, isn't it?"

Armitage's eyes widened. He almost didn't dare look at the monitor. When he did, he recognized the exterior of one of the huts back in Fiji.

The hut was shaking.

"They're doing it in there," one of the other contestants said in voiceover. "They've been doing it almost every night. They think we don't know."

"I would have voted against both of them way earlier, but I wanted to see what would happen. I mean, they kind of deserve each other, right?" said a different contestant's voice. "Assholes."

"And we're back in three, two," the producer called, miming the "1" and pointing to Jeff on zero.

"Looks like you two really made a love connection," Jeff said, giving Armitage and Kylo a sly grin. "When did this all start?"

"I refuse to indulge this—" Armitage began, but then Kylo said:

"The very first night. I knew he wanted me from the moment he saw me."

"You're the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself," Armitage retorted, because while he had his dignity, he could not let that stand. "Even today, right here—"

"I think we have a clip of that, too," Jeff said, and the flatscreen flipped to a recording of Armitage and Kylo standing at the edge of the set, Kylo's hands gripping Armitage's hips.

"Idiot," Armitage said, just as the live feed resumed.

"You're hot when you're pissed off," Kylo told him mockingly.

"You goddamn piece of shit," Armitage started to say, but he cut himself off this time, grabbing Kylo by the hair and thrusting his tongue into Kylo's mouth. Kylo pushed closer, and the fake tree behind Armitage collapsed, and Armitage and Kylo fell to the floor, mouths still locked together.

"Let's chat with the other castaways," Armitage thought he heard Jeff say. It didn't matter. Kylo was trying to subdue Armitage's tongue with his own, and Armitage wasn't about to let him.

~The End~

#star wars #kylux #modern au #survivor au #my writing #ficlet

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stobinesque · 2 years ago

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8, 9 & 11 for Steddie Ask Game 😊

huzzah! thank you ☺️

8: Favorite Steddie Headcanon you've read or written?

Oh!! At first I was going to say I don't know, but then remembered this post by @inklessletter (which I did also write fic of), where Eddie in Season 4 is flirting, but less out of an active crush on Steve, and more because "well I'm gonna die anyway might as well go out with a bang." As much as I enjoy various incarnations of Eddie having had a crush on/been in love with Steve since pre-s4, that is very much how I tend to hc Eddie in particular.

9: Do you imagine they would have been childhood friends?

I have enjoyed every single childhood friends AU I have read, and love friends to lover as a trope wholeheartedly. But where their canon characters are concerned? Ehhhh. I've really enjoyed canon compliant fics where they have a singular chance encounter as kids that sticks with the each of them for years (bonus points if one or both doesn't actually realize who it was). But beyond that I think childhood Steve and childhood Eddie would have too much working against them to really form a connection. I think even where they're both at in season 4 requires a good amount of Eddie stretching and Steve bending for them to reach an equilibrium that works. One of the things I actually find appealing about Steddie as a ship (in a canon context) is that it feels like a relationship that would work only because of how Steve has grown and developed as a character over the course of the show.

11: Which one would confess their attraction/love first? Why?

I flop back and forth on who I think it would make "more sense" to confess! I think Steve is more willing to risk immediate rejection than Eddie is, but that Eddie is more secure in their...potential? I think that Steve might be willing to confess his attraction, but would potentially hold himself back from confessing genuine feelings because while he could stomach an immediate rejection, he doesn't want to subject himself to a slowburn heartbreak again. Conversely, I think the popular hc that Eddie would be afraid of an immediate and somewhat vehement rejection is pretty spot on, but the second he realizes Steve returns the feelings he's 110% on board and ready to dive in. Ultimately I think it comes down to 1) whether or not one of them comes out to the other, independent of confessing their feelings and 2) how obvious Eddie is being in his flirting. I think if they get to a point where they're friends, and Eddie comes out, and is obviously flirting with Steve but in a way that Steve can accurately pinpoint as romantic flirting and not just sexual tension, I think Steve probably musters the courage to confess first. If Steve comes out to Eddie first, I think Eddie confesses on the spot. And then there's just a whole lot of other combinations of ways that could play out, obviously. There's also the fun definitely-not-going-to-end-badly scenario where they fall into bed together and both think it's just about sex for the other person, and in that situation it is truly a toss-up on who confesses first, but personally I like it to be Eddie, (largely bc we just have more canon evidence of all of Steve's specific baggage). (also all of that is assuming Steve already knows he's queer, which is my preferred way of writing Steddie <3) ...that one got away from me, oops.

#read.txt #ask meme

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historicallyaccuratecheese · 3 months ago

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Very Important Blog Update, Please Read if you Have the Time!

For a while, this blog that I've been running has kind of had a...primary goal, so to speak. That goal has been to write massive, long-form essay posts about my time listening to The Magnus Archives. Going forward, I'd...like to change my approach to how I utilize this blog, and explain what I mean under the cut. (Also, sorry if this is a bit short and scattered and all over the place and if the stuff I'm insinuating kind of flip-flops as the post progresses, I'm writing this in a bit of a hurry, but hopefully it'll make sense by the end.)

So…I’m gonna be honest with everyone. As much as I hate to say it…my tma hyperfixation has kind of slipped recently. Is this for any particular reason? No, I still think the show is absolutely brilliant. Does this mean I don’t plan to ever finish it or talk about it on this blog ever again? Fuck no! But…this does kind of mean that when I come back to posting about the podcast is…indeterminate until I find both the time and energy to rekindle my fixation on it…and given where I’m at in life at the moment it’s kind of hard to tell when that will be, although I hope it won’t be too long from now.

I’m really really sorry to break this news to anyone who’s been following my posts, especially after such a long time of absolutely nothing, but…this is just kind of the way my head works I guess. I sustain a massive interest in something, then it fizzles out for like…two to six months and then comes back in full force. I still love tma and want to see it through to the end, and for all I know I could start posting about it again as soon as like…two weeks from now. But…I unfortunately can’t make any promises when considering how my academic life is in a really stressful period at the moment, and how there’s just other stuff that’s taken over my brain for the time being.

And on that note, I just wanted to make sure…are people who have been following me for tma like…happy to read stuff about other things I’m into? Because like, this blog has primarily been focused on tma for most of its life and I understand that’s what a lot of people have come here for, but like…I don’t know, I initially made this blog as a way to talk about all of my interests (and to escape the constantly sinking ship that is twitter.com but that’s another story), and then tma just…conveniently became the thing I ended up talking about the most, but…I’d like to talk about other stuff if people are up for it!

Some things I might want to talk about are Hollow Knight, Undertale/Deltarune, and then…whatever else happens to come up or resurface in my brain at the moment! I’m actually hoping to get into Ace Attorney in the coming weeks when things settle down slightly for me, I’ve never really delved into the series before (other than playing through most of the first game but that was a good few years ago and I don’t remember much other than really liking it), but after catching glimpses of a…certain person known for creating some very good fan dubs live-blogging their experience with the games, I thought…”sure, why not?” And besides, I’d like it if I could appeal to a wider audience and meet some more people who are into the same things as me, especially since it’s been such a delight hearing from other people who are into tma, plus it would be nice to start…you know, actually speaking my mind here again instead of just Reblogging most of the time like I have these past few months.

Basically, the crux of the post is that…I don’t really want to treat this blog like some sort of big, exclusively tma-focused project anymore. I already have enough big projects, especially of the essay variety, to do for class. I will still definitely listen to and talk about tma when I next get a good chance and the motivation to, and try to inform people about my thoughts and my experience, and hope to do so very soon, but…I don’t really want that to just be it anymore, and…yeah, I think I might just need to put this series I’ve been doing to rest.

Like, I’ve tried to rework my format into something a bit more easy to manage, but…if I’m being real, treating a leisurely activity as a task to complete just isn’t it, and if I’m to get back into it at all I think that I might just need to enjoy it on my own terms. In fact, unless I get a sudden spark of motivation to do so, or...until they stop being a thing I have to do against my will for a while, I don't think I'll be planning any long-form essay posts for the time being, because like I said, I'm already doing quite a bit of that for school. I want both listening to tma and running this blog to be something I do for my own pleasure first and foremost, because...I could really use that right now. I don't want to get too into personal details here, but I've honestly been lacking motivation to touch any of my hobbies recently, so...I feel like I should just do something that's more easy on myself and relaxing during my free time, and hopefully that'll get me in high and passionate spirits once again. And hey, I'm sure I'll eventually come up with some new idea for a project one day, and something tma-related is absolutely on the table, although...I might make dedicated blogs for those projects just in case.

But with all of that being said...I do still value the opinions of everyone who's been following my tma posts. I've had a great time reading the comments that everyone's made and it's extremely cathartic to make people happy with my own creations, but...I just want to make sure that people would be open to other stuff. Obviously, I don't want to pressure anyone, like, don't feel obligated to comment about posts on a fandom you're not a part of just to make me feel better, but as long as people are willing to hear me out with whatever I make next, and don't expect this to be a blog that is primarily focused on one thing (other than...my brain, I guess?), then I will be extremely happy and never ask anyone for anything ever again.

Well uh...that's about it I guess. Like I said, I'm sorry if this is a little bit jumbled and all over the place, but hopefully I got my point across. Going forward...well, I don't really have much of a plan for the most part, other than to post about whatever the fuck I feel like, I guess. I'll keep this post pinned for the time being, but I think that after I start building up a wider repetoire of topics to talk about, I'll make a pinned post that acts as both an introduction to my blog, and links all of the tags for my various fandoms. I also plan to eventually upload my magnus posts to Ao3 (I am so sorry to the anon who asked me about that I know it has been a while), and...might make a dedicated blog to act as an archive (pun very much intended) for them? I don't know, that's a pretty big maybe at the moment. And uh...once again, all the thanks in the world to everyone who followed my tma posts as they came out, it was a wonderful experience, and I hope you're open to whatever I make next. And...while I can't promise that I'll post about every thought I have on every tma episode going forward...you bet your ass I will have some things to say after MAG 200 (and probably TmagP 90...whenever that comes out.) Well uh...bye, I'm going to do some studying and then continue my replay of Deltarune Chapter 2 (where I will be reacquianted with Queen who is the best character ever made and no I will not be taking criticism.)

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