#vera x benny

[upontherisers]

in this room 'til we die

a/n: it has been ages, truly ages since i posted my work on here and, well, mota has given me brainrot. this tumbled out of me between midnight and 2:00 am and i'm happy to share it with you. title is from 'The Elevator' off of lizzy mcalpine's newest album. meet lieutenant vera west, bombardier

She’s trying to remember the feeling of it as she lies on the floor behind her seat. The moonlight flowing in from the nose dome brightens the space just enough to remind her where she is, but keeps the details hidden. Good. The thing she’s here for is in her mind. The rest is set dressing.

She closes her eyes and pushes her shoulder blades into the bottom of the machine below her. She’d melt herself into the floor if she could, mix with the metal until there’s no difference between person and plane. She’d become the bird herself. The belly of the plane pushes back at her and the pain activates her heart, which activates her instinct. She can do this. She can do this. 

Pilot to bombardier—Ginny’s voice washes over her—the plane is yours.

She knows what to do next, easy as breathing. Get the target in her bomb sight, give the crew the count down, hit the release, and bombs away. Bombardier to pilot, the plane is yours. I’m giving it to you, Ginny! The plane is yours. Do you hear me? You can come back, the plane is yours. They shake and jolt through flak as behind her, Knick Knack shouts the new heading to the pilots. All Vera can do is get back on her turret and pray that they make it through. 

They get hit. She knows they get hit from the monstrous boom on their left side and the sudden lurch the plane takes. There’s barely enough time to grab her chute as she’s screaming for everyone to bail, do it! do it now! But the bell doesn’t ring. Knick Knack keeps giving their bearings and Ginny keeps her steady. Can’t you hear me? Get out! Get out! It all goes black.

She gasps back into her body with a shout, the dark flooding her eyes. The shaking in her hands is back and she curses herself. Do the damn job. Her hands shaking could be—no—would be the difference between someone’s life and death, and she could not bear another nine on her conscience. She’ll run it until her hands stop shaking. If it takes all night and all of the next day and all of the next war. She has a job to do and she will not fail. Not again.

One measured breath, then another up into the roof of the nose, then she closes her eyes again, hears Ginny’s voice. Pilot to bombardier, the plane is yours.

The hatch to the nose opens but she ignores it. There’s a job to do. Give the crew the countdown. Bomb bay doors opening. Hit the release. Bombardier to pilot, the plane is yours. Ginny doesn’t answer. Bombardier to pilot, like being louder would do anything, the plane is yours. The plane is—

“It’s late.”

Benny DeMarco climbs into the nose, brushing his shoulder with hers as he lies down next to her. 

She doesn’t open her eyes. “I’m tryna fly.”

“That’s my job.”

The Ginny in her head goes silent and Vera sighs, opening her eyes. The roof of Our Baby is too obscured in shadow to make out much, but she can see the dents and dings she knows are there. How many more could it take? How many more Luftwaffe shells could find their way inside before they’re careening out of the sky, too? What would it feel like as the bottom drops out? She wishes Ginny or Tanner or Knick Knack were here to tell her. But they aren’t and she is with her shaking hands and racing heart and fear of flying or falling and she wasn’t sure which it was. 

“Hey, hey, now.”

She doesn’t realize she’s crying until Benny sits up to brush at her cheeks with a gentle thumb. She lets him and tries to stop more tears from welling up at his sincerity. There’s no judgment in him as he holds her face, only that soft, knowing smile and those bright eyes, the light in them not gone yet. Thank God for you, Benny Demarco. 

He doesn’t say anything once he withdraws his hand, tucking his knees to his chest and laying his elbows out so that he could rest his head in the crook of his shoulder while looking around, arched brows giving away his curiosity. His genuine inquisitiveness makes her sniffle a giggle, and he nudges her with his foot. “What?”

“You look like you’ve never seen the nose before.”

He shrugs. “I’m never in here.”

“You should stop by more often, see what a real job looks like.” 

He jabs at her this time, and she really laughs. “Hey!”

“I didn’t come here to get razzed.”

“Then why’d you come at all?”

“Got back from the pub, saw your bed was empty,” he says, and he’s looking around again. She wonders why. “Buck wanted a head count. I had a feeling I knew where you’d be.”

“So you’re here for Buck.” She doesn’t know why she says it. He’s doing a nice thing for her as a friend—in his Army issued tank-top under his leather jacket, no cap, hair slipping out of its pomade. He should be in bed but he’s not, he’s here with her and she’s too stuffed up with her grief, her anger to thank him like she should.

He looks at her again and gives her a rueful half smile. “I’m here for you.”

That sits painfully on her heart. That’s not right—it’s the other way around. He’s the pilot and she’s the bombardier; it’s her job to get past herself and do her duty. Benny gets them through the flak and firestorms and all she has to do is drop the bombs. It isn’t so difficult and yet she nearly failed him the last two times they were in the air, with her shaky hands and Ginny in her head and Buck having to bellow over them both in order for her to drop. 

Her face burns with shame as tears bubble up again. She’s a coward, plain and simple, and she knows it. Everyone else can move on, get into the air again and complete the mission without being paralyzed, stuck between flying and falling, but she’s here night after night, begging her hands to steady just enough not to stutter on the release hatch. 

She thinks of the girl she was when she landed in England, bursting at the seams with fight and fervor, unstoppable, hungry to get up there. That girl trusted herself and her hands and her crew… her crew, the women who’d lived in her head as much as she lived in theirs. The women who’d made flying as easy as breathing. Her sisters in arms, the other parts of her brain, the reasons she couldn’t think straight anymore. She calls out into the blue once more—bombardier to pilot, the plane is yours—but it’s silent across the sky.

She wants to scream, she wants to throw something, she wants to kick and break and howl like the boys get to do but instead, all she can do is cry, and Benny is right there when she does, gathering her in his arms and cooing into her hair. “I know, I know.”

It takes a while for her to stop, longer than she’d like to admit, but he’s with her the whole time, patient as a saint. She holds on for dear life; there is no other option. There’s falling or flying or him, and he’s the only place that feels safe. His arms are warm as he tucks her into his chest and his legs bracket hers, holding her anguish, not letting it drop to the floor. He smells of cigarettes and his whiskey of choice and the sweet, spicy cologne he puts on when they’re on a stand down the next day. He smells of himself as she forgets what her girls smelled like—Ginny’s orangy perfume and Tanner’s hot comb oil that lingered after doing half the hair on base. 

You’re all I have now, Benny. And what if I lose you, too?

The thought redoubles her grief and her breath eludes her until she’s heaving.

He sits her up. “In and out, West, c’mon.” In and out. That’s usually Buck’s line, reserved for getting her out of her stupor and back on her gun after the bomb bay doors close. Benny says it with none of the major’s disappointment and all of his own kindness.

“I’m sorry,” she eventually croaks, trying to smooth out the wrinkles her fists put in his shirt. 

A comforting hand runs up her back, between her nightshirt and jacket. “Don’t be.”

Silence falls.

It’s quiet on the hard stand, a rare night when the ground crews aren’t hammering away until dawn. From the dome, she can see straight down the runways and out into the fields of East Anglia. The town’s lights are low in the far distance. It’s quiet for them, too.

The entire base has tomorrow off, which would normally mean raucousness to the nth degree, but things haven’t been the same since they came back from Algeria. Well, maybe John Egan’s the same, but the rest of them, the rest of them can’t stomach it like they used to—the empty beds in the barracks, the new crews that only last a few weeks, the war of attrition in the air, the sawmill, the fact that there’s no end in sight. They’re going up again in two days, to heaven or hellfire. 

She shudders and asks her hands to steady, if not for her then for Benny and the rest of the fort.

He pulls her into him again, murmuring into her hair. “You’ve been scaring us, Vee.”

“I don’t mean to.”

“I know, but you do.” 

“I just,” she starts without knowing where she’s going, “I just—” I’m drowning in the air, the floor’s out from under me and there’s nothing but sky above. “I miss my crew,” she settles on. 

He scoffs. “You have a crew.”

“No, I have a bunch of guys that let a basket case sit at the front of their fort—”

“Hey.” A hand cups her jaw, tilting it so that she looks him in the eyes. She’s never known brown to shine like that, in the light or in the dark. “I’d take a bullet for you, so would everyone else.”

Ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard? That there’s another nine willing to leave her all alone with no thought to how it’d make her feel. No one’s ever the poor sap they tell stories about—the only paratrooper that survived the jump, the last woman standing out of three platoons, a lone P-40 fighting its way home, all that’s left of a mighty squadron. No one’s ever the poor sap until they are, and then they’re just another story to tell. I know a bombardier who took some flak to the chest, had to be grounded for a few days. The day before she’s discharged, her whole crew goes up without her and ends up crashing, no chutes. They’d just beaten the odds, too, flew twelve missions, went down on thirteen.

Then she becomes another superstition to add to salt and mirrors. Make sure your crew’s together for your thirteenth, never go up without your original bombardier. She’s a walking ghost story, the frequent recipient of poorly concealed pointed fingers and whispers behind hands. She’s not a hero who landed a bird on one engine and three dead crew. She’s the left behind, the abandoned, she should’ve gone down with her ship. No one wants to be her. 

Some days, she thinks that’s a fate worse than death. 

Benny can’t understand that and she doesn’t want him to, but he’s searching her face for an answer nonetheless. She reaches up and holds his cheek. He leans into her touch and she’s proud that her hand doesn’t shake, that he takes a breath for himself as she brushes her thumb over his soft, warm skin, touching that darling beauty mark that she finds so charming.

“Vera,” he whispers. 

That’s not enough, because he doesn’t get it yet. I can’t lose you. She lifts her other hand, cradles his face, and beholds—really looks—as if her gaze would be enough to protect him. He’s always been good to the girls, always quick to check a man who was out of line, a confidant, a shoulder to cry on, and since her girls went down, a genuine friend, careful and brash with her, keeping her feet on the ground. 

I can’t lose you, I can’t lose you, I can’t lose you. All the quiet meals in the mess, the long walks with Meatball when she needs to get out of the barracks, all the nights in the nose spent talking her back into bed when she insists on one more practice run. I can’t lose you. A lump forms in her throat and her eyes burn. She scrunches up her nose to stop herself from crying again and furiously swipes at her eyes. There’s been enough tears tonight.

He laughs, bright and brassy, and sits back as she sits up.

“What?”

“You’re the toughest bombardier I’ve ever met.”

It’s her turn to kick at him but he grabs her ankle. “I’m serious.”

“You’re always serious, Benny.”

There’s that smile that picks her spirits up.

She sighs and lies back down, wiggling as flat as she can. He takes the place next to her and it’s quiet except for the sounds of their breathing just above their faces. The floor is cool and he’s warm, and she wants to practice some more, but maybe she could rest for a bit. 

He nudges her arm after a few moments. “Can’t sleep here.”

“'M tryna fly.”

“Enough trying. You fly, you’re a flyer. You need to sleep.”

She doesn’t do that much these days and she tells him such. 

“I’ll let you take Meatball tonight.”

She opens one eye. “Yeah?” Meatball has a bed at the foot of Benny’s, but occasionally he parts with him long enough to let her have a night of snuggles with her favorite canine. 

“Sure, if you promise to stay in bed until reveille.”

Now that’s tempting.

[bradshawsbaby]

Letters to My Love // Part VIII

We’ll Meet Again

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: Oh my goodness, it’s been well over a month since I last updated this story and I sincerely apologize for that! I hope you all enjoy Bobby and Peach’s next set of letters!

Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story.

The title of this chapter comes from the song of the same name by Vera Lynn, a song which also happens to factor into this part of the story!

Dedication: As always, this story is dedicated to my dear friend, @luminousnotmatter​. Clara, thank you, thank you, thank you for your support of this story!

Warnings: Alternating POV, brief allusions to war, and references to rationing. This chapter is mostly fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

March 6, 1943

Sweet Peach,

Looks like I have my own elephant in the room to address this time. You asked for a photograph, and I’ve inundated you with five. Trust me, you think Dottie is bad, but I would dare to wager that she’s not nearly as insufferable as the lugheads I’m bunking with over here. When they caught wind of the fact that I was planning to send you a photo—which, for the record, was not at all forward of you to ask for and which actually gave my ego quite a nice boost—you should have seen the holy hullabaloo they raised. You really would have thought I was planning to feature myself on the front cover of Life Magazine with the way they carried on.

My original intent was to send you my graduation photo from Annapolis. My mother ended up packing a copy of it with my things when I left home—I think she was hoping I’d find a nice girl to give it to. She’ll be thrilled indeed to find that I have. Speaking of which, I hope you don’t mind that I’ve mentioned you in my letters to my family. I feel like you’ve become such a special part of my life, if you don’t mind me saying so, and I wanted them to get to know you a little bit, the way I have.

But anyway, like I was saying, I was glad that my mama tucked that photo away with my things so that I could have something to send you, though it’s by no means as spectacular as the photograph you sent me. When Tommy Boy and Benny found out that was the picture I was planning to send you, however, they started talking a whole bunch of nonsense about how I needed to send more pictures that showed off “the real me.” According to Benny, I look way too stiff and formal in my graduation photo. I told him that I thought the ladies were supposed to love a man in uniform, but he told me that’s apparently not the case when said uniform looks like it’s choking the life out of you. Tommy Boy said I should send you pictures that remind you of the fact that I actually do know how to have a good time—his words, not mine.

Even Paul agreed with them. That traitor.

To make a long story short, Peach, that’s why you’re (hopefully) holding those five photographs in your hand right now. In addition to my Annapolis photo—which my mother still happens to think is nice, even if the fellas don’t—are a few photos of us on board our carrier. I’m glad that you remember what I look like so that you don’t confuse me for my much better looking buddies—I hope seeing us side by side doesn’t do me too much of a disservice. I labeled them on the back for you, but there’s a few shots of me and Paul, then me, Benny, and Tommy Boy, then all four of us, then me standing beside me and Paul’s plane.

You know, now that I really think about it, I have a feeling that Benny and Tommy Boy’s grand scheme all along was to make sure that you had photographic evidence of them to show to all your friends and fellow USO volunteers. I tried to explain to them that you had very kindly informed me that most of the girls you know are spoken for, but they both still seem to have it in their heads that you can find a couple nice girls for them. Like I told you, they’re completely insufferable. Good thing they’re also pretty great guys, otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to stand it.

Anyway, all that to say that now you have some photographs, Peach. More than you asked for, I know, and I hope they don’t disappoint. Perhaps it was you who’s been remembering things with rose-colored glasses all this time and not me? Either way, I’ll stop rambling about it now.

Paul, Tommy Boy, and Benny send all their best. Paul especially appreciates all your kind words, and your thoughts for him and his family. He says he knew you were a great girl, right from the start when you nearly spilled that punch all over him.

Speaking of punch and the dance, congratulations to your friend, Emily! A little bit of good news in the midst of all this madness is always greatly appreciated. And I’m sure that when the time comes, you’re going to be the prettiest bridesmaid there ever was.

Can I be honest with you though, Peach? I’m sure Emily is a lovely girl, especially if she’s lucky enough to count you as a friend, but at the moment, I have to confess that I don’t hold her fiancé in quite as high esteem. Now to be fair, I don’t know much about this Eddie guy, but from what I do know, he has to be one of the most foolish men I’ve ever seen. Before I explain, I should mention that I saw Eddie at the dance that night, right before he pulled Emily out onto the dance floor. You might wonder how, and I’d tell you it was because I was standing a few feet away from the punch table like a total coward, trying to work up the nerve to go talk to you. So the truth, Peach, is that I saw what happened between you and Eddie—how he approached you and asked you if it would be alright if he asked Emily to dance.

On the one hand, I was selfishly relieved that he didn’t ask you. That meant that all hope wasn’t lost, and I might still get a shot to talk to you. But on the other hand, I couldn’t understand how one man could be so stupid, if you’ll pardon my saying so. Like I said, I’m sure Emily is a lovely girl, but I don’t understand how anyone could see you, Peach—especially that night, when you looked so beautiful in your pretty party dress—and think to dance with anyone else. I suppose you’re right though. It is funny how things work out. And as big a fool as I thought Eddie to be at the time, if I saw him right now, I might just shake his hand and thank him. Because if he hadn’t been a fool, I might not be talking to you right now. And let me tell you, Peach, that is as depressing a thought as any I can think of. So three cheers for Eddie and Emily! I wish them nothing but a lifetime of happiness, and I’ll join them in praying for an end to this war so that they can have their big wedding.

It sure is wild to think that in your last letter, you were telling me about your holidays, and now it’s already March. Time feels like it’s flying much too fast, but not quick enough at the same time. Do you know what I mean?

Paul still can’t believe how big Clara and Paul, Jr. are getting every time Natasha sends him updates. In her last few letters, she wrote that Paul, Jr. has finally started talking—she was very smug that his first word was “Mama,” but only because Clara’s first word was “Dada.” And now that he’s started, he just can’t stop. He’s starting to call everyone by their names—or at least his version of their names—and he even says “Dada” now when Natasha points to pictures of Paul. In her most recent letter, Natasha said he was even starting to walk and that she’s been having to chase him all over the house. “He’s going to be a runner, like his daddy,” she wrote. Did I ever tell you, Peach, that Paul and I ran track and field in high school? He could always run circles around me. Paul’s quite the proud papa, and he’s been bragging about his family to anyone on the carrier who will listen—it usually ends up being me, Tommy Boy, and Benny.

I’m sure little Frankie—or maybe not so little anymore—is starting to walk and talk now, too. Has he been giving you, Dottie, and Paddy a run for your money?

Peach, you once called me an honest man and so I don’t want to lie to you now—as much as I’d like to say that I’m sorry to hear you haven’t been attending any more dances, I’m just not as good a man as all that. The truth of the matter is that I’m quite chuffed (can you tell I’ve been spending time with a lot of Brits?) to hear that you’re saving a dance for me. It makes me want to finish this war and get home all the faster, knowing you’ll be there to welcome me back.

You know, we’ve actually gotten to enjoy a few USO performances over here recently. It does a lot to lift our spirits, and it always makes me think of you. One of the singers performed that Vera Lynn song, “We’ll Meet Again” the other night and I couldn’t help but imagine how nice it would be to be dancing with you again. I thought I might share some of the lyrics with you, the ones that really made me think of you:

We'll meet again

Don't know where

Don't know when

But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

Keep smiling through

Just like you always do

'Til the blue skies chase those dark clouds far away

I believe deep down in my heart that we’re going to meet again, Peach. Just like the song says, I might not know where and I might not know when, but I know it’s going to happen. And what a happy day that will be, when I get to see your smiling face again.

I haven’t even sent this letter yet, and I already can’t wait to receive your next one. I hope whatever you’re doing right now, Peach, it’s bringing a smile to your face and that you’re doing real well.

Until next time and until we meet again.

Most Truly Yours,

Bobby

P.S. I’m very embarrassed to admit that for a farm boy from Iowa, I’ve got quite the brown thumb. My only advice to you and Dottie when it comes to your Victory Garden is don’t do anything I would do!

April 2, 1943

Dear Bobby,

What an absolute treat to receive not one, but five wonderful photographs with your last letter! You can tell Tommy Boy and Benny that they were dead wrong—I would have been MORE than happy with just your photo from Annapolis! I think you look remarkably handsome in it, and I’m very thankful to your mother for thinking to send it along with you. The other photos you included are just the icing on the cake.

I love getting a tiny glimpse of what life is like for you over there, and it’s so good to see all of you smiling, despite the circumstances. Tommy Boy, Benny, and Paul all look very handsome as well, but between the two of us, I don’t think any of them could hold a candle to you. Still, it does make me wonder if being handsome is a requirement for joining the Navy nowadays? If so, I’d say you all certainly fit the bill.

Dottie was quite eager to see your picture, and I’ll have you know that she declared you even more handsome than she had been imagining—and my big sister has quite a vivid imagination, let me tell you. Paddy teased her about it endlessly, saying that maybe she should find herself her own pen pal considering how much she seems to enjoy sticking her nose into my correspondences. Just to get back at him, Dottie traded our extra coffee rations with one of our neighbors for more sugar rations. Paddy grumbled about it the next few mornings, but Dottie made it up to him with a chocolate cake after dinner.

I’ve been keeping all your photographs on the desk in my room, Bobby, and I’m looking at them right now as I pen this letter. I promise you that I certainly wasn’t remembering you through rose-colored glasses and that, in fact, you’re even more handsome than my faulty memory could recall. I especially love the pictures of you with your friends—your smiles are all so bright that I can actually feel the joy of your friendship just by looking at them. You have such a lovely smile, Bobby, made all the lovelier by the fact that you have such a wonderful heart underneath.

While we’re on the topic of photographs, it seems that you and I are starting to play tag with them. Since you sent such sweet photographs of you and the boys, I thought I might send a photograph I really loved that we took while we were home in Georgia for Christmas. That’s me, Dottie, Frankie, and Paddy on Christmas morning, right before everyone started opening their presents. Since I talk about them all so much in my letters, I thought it might be nice for you to put some faces with their names. Besides Paddy, of course, since you already know his face.

By the way, I’m truly touched to know that you’ve mentioned me in your letters to your family. Of course I don’t mind it! My family knows all about you, so it seems only right that you should be able to tell your family about me. Maybe one day we’ll all get to be together to share some peach cobbler and pumpkin pie!

Tell Paul, Benny, and Tommy Boy that I say hello and that they looked great in those photos! Tell Tommy Boy and Benny in particular to keep their chins up, and that they’ll find two lucky girls to call their own very soon! And you can tell Paul that I’m still mortified about that punch spill.

Oh, Bobby, I’m so embarrassed to think you overheard my conversation with Eddie that night! Truth be told, in that moment, I felt so silly. I thought for sure he was going to ask me to dance, so I felt a bit ridiculous when it turned out he just wanted to know if it was okay to ask Emily. In all honesty, I really wanted to leave after that. But then you showed up and everything changed. My whole night turned around. Dottie always says that everything happens for a reason, and I really do believe that. I think Eddie and Emily were meant to meet each other that night, just like you and I were meant to meet each other, Bobby. Knowing you has brought so much goodness to my life, and I can’t imagine what it would be like if our paths hadn’t crossed that night. So now I can say thank goodness for Eddie wanting to dance with Emily!

I know exactly what you mean about time, Bobby. Dottie and I were just talking about how we want time to slow down because it feels like Frankie is growing up way too fast! Just like Paul, Jr., Frankie is walking now and we have to be vigilant at all times to make sure he isn’t getting into any mischief. Just the other day, he somehow managed to get his hands on Paddy’s keys and hide them under the couch. We spent hours looking for them! He also said his first word a couple months ago—Dada. Thankfully, Paddy was home to hear it, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so proud. Dottie pretended to be miffed—”Fifteen hours I spend in labor with that boy and he says ‘Dada�� first!”—but she really was excited, too. Now he also says Mama, hi, bye-bye, and milk. Sometimes he’ll say doggy, too, when we see dogs out on the street. The funniest thing is that he seems to have given me the nickname “Cookie.” Whenever Dottie asks him who I am, he laughs and says, “Cookie!” So to you, I’m Peach and to my nephew, I’m Cookie. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve all these food nicknames!

I’m so thrilled to hear that the USO has finally made its way over to you boys! I can’t imagine what you’re all going through over there, but I know that you do deserve an opportunity to relax and unwind.

That Vera Lynn song is so beautiful, and my heart is so full to hear that it made you think of me, Bobby. After I read your letter, I remembered that we actually have a record of that song in the house, so I immediately went and put it on. I admit, I played it a few times and imagined that you were here dancing with me. We will meet again, Bobby, I just know it. I feel it in my heart, too, the same as you. And the sun will be shining bright when we do, just like the song says.

I hope the sun is shining on you right now, Bobby, and that wherever you are, you’re safe and you know that I’m thinking of you and wishing you the speediest return home.

Until we meet again, know that I’m sending you all my very best.

Most Affectionately Yours,

Peach

P.S. Dottie and I have been cursed with brown thumbs ourselves, but we’re determined to make this Victory Garden work! I’ll keep you updated on our efforts!

P.P.S. I know it will probably be a while until we hear from each other again, so I want to wish you a very Happy Easter. Stay safe, Bobby!

[writefightandflightclub]

Im kinda obsessed with the idea of marc or santi having a professional soccer player boyfriend/partner. They'd be so supportive and come to all your games and help you practice. Thanks world cup for the inspiration

Omg! Thank you for sharing this headcanon with me, Anon! I am now picturing Santiago in a full soccer kit and so thank you also for that glorious mental image 🥵. God. It just works on him.

Also, I can totally see this for him and I think they would be SO perfect together! 🥹

I wrote a very quick blurb/one-shot of Santi x Masc!Soccer player!Reader below. (I hope that’s okay? I know you didn’t technically ask me to write anything but I was CONSUMED by the idea of these two and I think they might even be soulmates so there! 😝)

Please be warned it is 18+ so please do NOT read or interact with this if you are a minor.

On the defensive: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x masc!soccer player!reader

Summary: Commitment-averse Santiago Garcia never expected to fall for a soccer player. But there’s something about it that just makes sense.

Genre: it does include recurring sexual themes but it is largely fluffy.

Author’s note: Can safely say this is something that never would have occurred to me to write without your amazing idea, anon, so kudos to you! (Written very quickly so almost certainly typos and likely a bit scrappy.)

Reader: he/him pronouns used and masc word endings in Spanish. No anatomical descriptions (implied penis-owner but enough scope for interpretation and never stated explicitly), use of traditionally masc terms like boyfriend, fella, handsome etc. in ref to reader.

Warnings: flirtatious chat/innuendo, recurring mentions of oral sex, mentions of arousal etc., making out (I couldn’t help it they’re so into each other!) Established relationship. Alcohol mentions. Mentions of prior leg injury (no details).

Gif by @vera-kozhemiakina

“Whyyyy, Tío Santi?” Frankie’s little daughter mewls whilst clinging on to her favourite honorary Uncle’s leg. “Why you have to gooooo?”

Santi’s heart cleaves in two as he watches the crocodile tears bead in her big brown eyes as he prepares to depart. He smiles at the display of affection and reaches to fondly muss her hair. “Because your second favourite Uncle” -he chuckles to himself even if you’re not there to hear the dig- “has a game today, sweetie, and I need to be there.”

“Whyyy?” Her bottom lip juts out, and he can see her teetering on the edge of a tantrum; but Santi manages to bring it back.

He crouches before her, coming to eye-level, and takes her little hands firmly in his.

“Because I love him and so I want to be there to cheer him on. But,” -he gently tickles her tummy and she giggles chaotically - “we’ll both come over next weekend. Take you and Budweiser for milkshake. We got a deal, Princesita?”

Santi cracks an encouraging grin as she mulls it over, and he can see the cogs turning. Her eyes tick over to the couch where Budweiser lays - her favourite plushie, gifted by Benny - so named “because it’s Uncle Benny’s word. He says it alllllll the tiiiime.”. Frankie had been mortified at first to have his kid shouting “Budweiser!” in the park, but he had slowly caved to his girl’s insistence that since the naming ceremony was now concluded, there was nothing else for it but to get on board, stat. He had.

“Okay,” she nods suddenly, the crocodile tears drying as quickly as they had arrived. She sticks her little thumb in the air. “Deal.”

Deepening crinkles radiate from out of the corner of Santiago’s eyes, and his smile turns all gummy. “Deal.”

Immediately, she gives Tío Santi a peck right in the middle of his forehead, being very careful to avoid “alll the scratchy bits” on his face, and then within moments she is playing again, his pending absence now oh so happily forgotten.

When Santi unfurls himself from the floor a moment later, replete with some groaning and cricking knees, Frankie is approaching from across the room for a farewell hug.

“How did you manage to get something so cute from this,” Santi ribs, gesturing up and down the length of Frankie with his hand.

That earns a chuckle from the girl’s mom - Frankie’s wife, Charlotte - who is currently sat in the easy chair with her feet up. She smooths a hand over her heavily pregnant belly, and Frankie gets that melted chocolate look in his eyes again.

“She’s all her mama,” Frankie gushes, and the pair exchange a soppy smile, Charlotte’s eyes equally aglow with love.

The display would have made Santi uncomfortable at one stage. He’d typically have cracked some joke or made some comment.

Deep down, his disdain for such overt affection - he now realises- was a result of him being on the defensive. Constantly. And that, was a result of him believing that he’d never have anything even approaching that level of bliss. That he didn’t, in fact, even deserve it.

But, that was all before you.

Santi only has to think about you in this moment and his eyes mist over instantly with the glossy veneer of love. He’s head over heels for you, honestly. It had all happened so fast.

“Your beautiful fella all set for the game, Santiago?” Charlotte asks from her position on the chair as he scoops up his ball cap and keys from the coffee table.

Your team’s logo is emblazoned on the front and he’s in your home colours today. Santiago certainly doesn’t do things by halves; although, he is still in jeans, and you’ve been trying to convince him to go for the shorts and knee socks combo for a good while now.

Maybe soon he’d finally cave. He’s a soft touch for you.

Coming back to the room, Santiago feels a flurry of nerves flutter in his belly along with Charlotte’s question. “Holy...” -he mouths the word “shit” so as not to swear in front of the little one. “I’m so nervous for him. It’s the first game since the injury and Christ… he’s worked so hard.”

Santi just wants it to go well for you. Wants you to have everything you want, in fact. He’s still bemused by the fact what you want seems to be him, but he’s certainly not going to argue with that.

“Look at you,” Frankie sing-songs, patting his buddy on the shoulder, a bright smile cracking his face.

“What?” Santi responds, and old habits die hard, he guesses. He can feel tension zip through his body. He’s instantly on the defensive. He awaits teasing. Some comment about how he’s sappy or whipped or whatever. It doesn’t come.

“It’s nice,” Frankie clarifies. “It’s nice how you support each other.”

Santi feels a flush of heat rush to his cheeks then. It surprised him how much pride he takes in that. In his buddy noticing how well you two complement one another. “Yeah,” he admits, and finds it is easier than he thought it would be to do so. “Yeah. It is good. Really good.”

God knows you’d been there for him. The knee surgery. Nursing him back to health. Helping him adjust to life out of the military. You’d made it all so… easy, despite all of his well-cultivated, super gnarly defences.

Santi had never expected to fall for you quite so hard and so fast when he’d found you. But in the end, it just makes sense. It works, you and him. It fits.

Your training schedule is militaristic and disciplined with lots of early mornings - things he’s used to. The travelling too, when you’re away for games, means that Santi doesn’t feel too pinned down. Means it isn’t as much of a problem if he has to jump on a plane to do some consulting. The whole team mentality is very familiar to him as well. You’d both come as a package deal - with a ready made squad - and it had all pieced together so readily.

(That, and there’s freaking hot you look in your soccer kit. You make his goddamn creaky knees go weak. Make them shake.)

But, it’s so much more than the ease with which you fit into Santiago’s life. It’s the ease with which you fit into his heart. That had been the most astounding thing of all.

It was as though he’d been keeping a vacant part of his heart warm for you his whole life - just waiting for you to show up. You had bipassed every one of his defences. You had made a home in his chest. And the craziest thing is, he didn’t even mind.

He wanted it. He wanted you.

Carrying a happiness in his chest, Santi wishes fond farewells to the Morales-Baker household -Budweiser included- and he jumps in his truck. Then, after a short drive and with military punctuality, he arrives at the stadium. At this time, only the keenest of fans have begun filtering into the stands. Well, he guesses he’s the keenest. He doesn’t want to miss a thing when it comes to you.

He filters to his assigned seat -as close as he can get without being literally on the sidelines - he doesn’t want to intrude too much - and whips out his phone, idly thinking about you getting your kit on in the locker rooms. Pulling those socks up your calves. He enjoys the thought.

Santi always texts you. Reliably, always 30 minutes before game time. And you are always waiting for it.

“Good luck, mi amor. Remember, if you win I’ll give you the best oral of your life later.”

You type back immediately. Santi knows his window of opportunity is short; and he never misses it. “Oh damn 🤤. And if I lose?”

“Same deal.” He can’t say no to you.

“I think you got confused, hun. Then where’s the incentive? 🤨”

“Okay. If you win, I’ll do it again and again until you can’t think straight.”

“Hnnng. Oh god stop. You know how thin these shorts are. Don’t you dare get me too worked up now!” You fire through another message in quick succession. “Babe, coach wants everyone out on the pitch in 5. Not got long. You be okay in the stands? Ayo hooked you up with those seats, yeh?”

“Don’t you worry about me. Focus on the game. You’re going to be amazing. You’ve worked so hard and it’s going to pay off.”

“Hilarious. If you want me to F O C U S, honey, you really shouldn’t have mentioned that hot little mouth of yours. 😈

“Oops.”

“Well, just know if I score that I was extra motivated by the promise of that tongue. (Don’t tell the coach 🤪.)”

“Cause then everyone will want a turn?”

“Nuh UH. You’re mine. All mine. Santiago.”

There it is again. That sense of pride blooming in the pit of him because you called him yours. It makes him feel so good. “Damn right I am.”

“And baby? Thank you for being here. I love you xxx”

Santi thinks back. To how nervous you had been this morning. How he had tried to calm you with sweet kisses and a slow release, high-energy breakfast. With words of encouragement. You’d tried to play it off, but he could tell the nerves were eating you up. He types back. “I love you. Where else would I be?” It’s funny really. Hilarious. Because with anyone else, he’d always had somewhere else to be. Somewhere else to run to.

With you, he simply wanted to stay.

Another message from you pings up on the screen. “Oh wait, there’s one more thing.”

It’s a picture message and Santiago pops it out, curling his hand around the screen to obscure the positively obscene image - a down the shorts shot of you showing him just how aroused he’d got you.

Christ you look good. Sudden, throbbing warmth rushes to his crotch and the sight of you like that makes him fucking blush. No-one has ever been able to do that to him besides you, his tan cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.

“Holy fucking Christ, cariño. What’s that for?”

“That’s your motivation 😉”

He laughs to himself in surprise. Like he needed any scrap of motivation to want you. It’s effortless. Damn - not that he’s complaining about this visual feast. Not in the slightest.

He takes a deep breath though. Gets himself under control so he’s not like acting like a fucking pervert by the time your boots hit the turf and the stands have filled up.

He distracts himself. Takes a while to pore through some dry division stats on his phone, committing them to memory. He knows just about everything there is to know by this point. All the player stats. All the transfers and deals and subs.

In truth, Santi never really was a soccer guy - he always preferred baseball - but he is most certainly a You guy. And so, it was inevitable. What matters to you, now matters to him too.

Your successes feel like his successes. Your failures are his failures.

He helps you schedule your training. Goes for a kick around with you on a Sunday morning, even though he sucks ass. He accommodates all your early starts. Doesn’t moan when you miss little things when the season is in full swing.

He admires how driven you are. How dedicated. It’s super attractive to him. And plus… on top of all that. Have you seen you in your kit on game day? Running around getting all sweaty like that. Your shirt being torn at. The way it rides up and shows your appealing stomach. The way you douse yourself in water from the sports bottle and let it cascade down your face, mouth open for it. Watching you do your stretches? Damn, your cute butt in those shorts is everything. And those fucking socks. Those godforsaken socks, which drive Santi to distraction. Especially when you wear nothing but them. Especially when you leave nothing but your socks on while he-

-Anyway. He was meant to be focussing, wasn’t he?

He realises just about in time too.

He watches you and the other players all file out, go through the ceremonial bits and pieces, and take your positions as the opposing side’s players frame the centre spot for kick-off.

He doesn’t miss a thing. He cheers you on. Commiserates when the other team gains ground. He joins in with the chanting, when it’s going well. When it isn’t he just stands there all intense, arms folded and laser focussed on everything you’ve talked him through. Form, tactics, all of it.

His heart is in his mouth as you find an opening and pace it the length of half the pitch with the ball, unchallenged. This could be it. He hides behind his hands as you lob your shot in past the defender and the goalie, and he jumps up out of his seat, throwing his arms into the air and yelling jubilantly when your shot sinks into the back of the net.

It’s a fucking friendly match. It’s not even a qualifier or anything, but Santi doesn’t care about any of that. He only cares about you.

“Did you just win $100 or something,” the woman next to Santi in the stand asks as his overblown celebration dials down.

“No,” he grins. “No - that’s my boyfriend,” he says breathlessly, bursting with pride and relief.

“The goal scorer?” she asks.

“That’s him.”

She looks over at you as you do your traditional celebratory display. She pumps her eyebrows. “Congratulations.”

Santiago can’t stop smiling.

He’s into it. He’s invested.

He feels every collision in his body. Every near miss, every chance, every tackle, every triumph. The thud of the ball could be his heartbeat, as loud as it is thudding in his chest.

He’s there for every minute of it. He’s there for you.

The 90 minutes runs their course, eventually, and your team valiantly holds the 1-0 victory right through until the final whistle. It’s a success!

You sub out for the last 10 minutes and your team holds the defensive position, just keeping the clock ticking over. He’s pleased you came off. He’d made you promise not to push your newly healed injury too hard today. To leave a little in the tank.

By the time the victory is official, Santiago is beaming with happiness. He knows you’ll be thrilled by the outcome. Knows it will be a huge relief and a huge confidence boost for you too, after everything you’ve been through these past few months.

So, by the time the game is wrapped up and Santi filters down through the tunnels and into the interior of the stadium, his heart is racing.

It’s racing from the adrenalin of the game, but also in anticipation of seeing you.

You meet him at your usual spot, in the disused locker room come equipment store. He’s somehow wangled a special pass to wait here, and it’s always deserted. He relishes these stolen post-game moments alone with you. Today especially, he’s looking forward to it.

Santi takes his hat off and ruffles his curls for good measure to tidy them up. He hoists the waist on his snug jeans up and discards his gum in the trash. Then, he waits, butterflies gently dancing in his stomach at the thought of seeing you.

As soon as he hears the door creak, the rusted up hinges signalling your arrival before he sees you, his face splits into a smile.

You smile back upon entering and it makes his heart race even faster. It’s the first time he’s seeing you since you kissed him goodbye early this morning, and it already feels far too long.

He takes you in. You’re all sweaty in your kit, damp with it everywhere, and covered in mud from slipping and sliding all over the turf. Your thighs are looking insanely hot in those shorts and socks, as per usual, all sheened from the exertion, and a pulse of arousal zips through Santi, right to his middle.

Still, what he wants most is to hold you, and the man bounds over to draws you into an enclosing hug, not even caring if his clothes get all soiled. He’s hardly precious about that - they’ll wash. “You were fucking amazing. I told you you would be!”

“I was pretty good, right? Ugh. That damn cross that hit the post though?” You’re always so hard on yourself, always pushing yourself to do more. He understands it, but Santiago just wants you to pause sometimes. To see how far you’ve come. How incredible you are.

“Cariño.” Santi intones softly, slipping his palm up to your face. Dips forward to kiss your soft lips. You hum into his kiss and it sends a shiver right down to his toes. “You were perfect.” You kiss him back, immediately attempting to deepen the kiss, but Santiago has other things on his mind. “That dipshit who dirty-tackled you in the 39th minute though? Fuckin”….” he grits his teeth and shakes his head. “I almost came down on the pitch to give him a piece of my mind.”

You laugh - a tired but bright sound. “Down boy,” you warn, kissing him again for good measure.

“How’s the quad holding up? We can get some heat packs on you if you need it?”

Santi inspects you carefully with soft, earnest eyes for any sign of harm. For any need for comfort, and his hands are ready and willing to provide it. The very same hands which he’d once thought were only good for killing, and which now he only wants to use to care for you.

He sees a red angry scrape on your knee then, and he has the overwhelming urge to bathe and dress it for you - a tender urge so intense that his fingers twitch by his sides like he’s desperate to pull the trigger on helping you.

“Mmmm. Sweetheart,” you purr, walking Santiago back until he is pressed up against the cool metal lockers, ensuring he adequately reads your intention now. “Stop worrying about me, would you, and come here. I just want to kiss you, darling.”

Santi stands there almost limp with lust and love as you move against him, dumbfounded by you. By the way your hands snake tenderly around the nape of his neck and his waist. By the way you dip forward to his mouth with a slight gasp of air as you part your lips. At the way your tender, hungry mouth moves against him, the taste and scent of exertion on you all too familiar from your long, carnal nights, endlessly exploring each other’s bodies. And, as your tongue probes his mouth in attempt to deepen the kiss, dragging deliciously along his lower lip, Santiago is gone.

An unfiltered moan spills from his lips -you drink it down- and a stone of molten desire sinks right through his middle, sending ripples thrumming out to every extremity.

He pants warm, ragged breath against your cheek. “Unnngggg. If you want me down, querido, you’re not doing a very good job of that.”

Your beautiful mouth curls into a smile, briefly, before your tongue licks into him again with quiet, steady vigour. “You’re such a horn dog.”

“For you, always.”

“Sounds like I should get you home, rightaway, huh?”

Santiago wraps his arms around your middle, his hands snaking beneath your synthetic shirt to find skin. He strokes back and forth there with his warm, broad hands, relieving a little of your tightness into the bargain. “Sure. But you certain you don’t want to go out celebrating with the guys?”

“I like the sound of your celebration a lot more.”

Santi could be selfish right now, but truly, he knows he’s a goner for you. He only wishes to make you as happy as possible tonight. Every night, actually. Hell, all of the time. “Hey. Why don’t we do both?”

“You’d do that? You don’t mind heading out for a few?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he responds, his long-lashes eyes flitting ardently all over your face. “We’re a team, remember? Whatever you want.”

Santiago had thought he’d known what that meant for a long time. To be a part of a team. It turns out he still had a lot to learn, but he’d learned it all when he’d met you.

It feels good. Really good to be on your team.

You eye his mouth hungrily and Santiago deliberately pouts his lips, just a little, enjoying your attentions and the heat it trails down his spine - like a spoon dripping honey.

“Alright then, gorgeous. Let me go get turned around, okay? But first, just one more thing.” You kiss him again, pinning him just a little more harshly up against the lockers, delivering a deep, pleasantly wet kiss before nipping the pillow of his lower lip in between your teeth and dragging.

“Oof.”

That move gets him every time and boy do you know it.

You know everything there is to know about him, he thinks.

You know everything and remarkably, you’re still not running.

You’re still on his team.

And, after that kiss, Santiago so desperately wants to muster something dirty; but, looking at you like this, pride and love glowing in your eyes because he’s yours and you are his, he’s only got one thing. “I love you,” he pushes out, the words rising from a place deep in his gut. Full of feeling gathered on the way out.

With a soft, lilting smile you wrap his shapely jaw in one hand, grabbing him by his sandpaper chin and dragging his lips to yours all over again, this time for a far more tender kiss. “I fucking love you too, Santiago Garcia.”

Santiago feels ten feet tall.

He feels happy. Happier than he’s ever felt.

You turn from him, with a promise to be back - you’re somehow still not running - and Santiago can’t help but smile as his eyes follow you.

He can’t help but smile as he leans his head back against the lockers, the butterflies continuining to dance in the pit of his stomach. His heartbeat still quickened in his chest.

And, for the first time maybe ever… because of you, Santiago Garcia doesn’t feel like running.

With you, Santiago doesn’t feel trapped by love. Doesn’t feel scared by it. Dismissive of it. Undeserving of it.

He feels free. He feels brave. He feels worthy.

He feels sure. Now, more than ever. Indeed, he pats the ring box hidden in his jacket pocket for reassurance, and, to his satisfaction, it’s still there, ready for him to stash away in the dresser later. Until his plans for asking you to be his forever can materialise.

He’d never believed it. Never thought he could have what Frankie and Charlotte have. Never thought it would be possible for him. A family. A home. But with you? It all feels so easy.

You’d skipped past every single one of his defences, but now that he thinks about it, it just makes sense. After all, you do work offence. That is what you’re good at. Getting through.

���Unless…?” Santi calls as he watches you go, never quite able to resist your cute butt in those flimsy shorts. Never quite able to resist you.

You turn to find his lips curled into a delicious smirk, and he keeps your gaze on that hot mouth of his, his pink tongue dragging along his lower lip. “Unless what?”

“Unless you want me on my knees right here?”

He ticks up a thick eyebrow in suggestion.

You’re going to say “yes”, he’s sure of it.

To this, and to a life with him.

It just makes sense.

The two of you fit.

You lick your lips and he waits for it, but he isn’t afraid.

For once, he isn’t afraid.

[verxsyon]

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touch - you're suffering from the cold alone, but diluc's there to save you by giving warmth.

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the perfume making experience - imagine if you go perfume making with kaeya. [requested by @/fadedjae.]

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love rivals - your new friend misunderstands your rather close relationship with two particular pyro vision wielders.

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a series of firsts - theme is “firsts” in a relationship! [entry to favorites with friends.]

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phase six - “thank you.”/ “for what?” / “for being there for me when no one else has.” [entry to we are immortals.]

remedy - helping patch up their injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

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checkmate - oh how the tables have turned.

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maple - kazuha hanahaki au, just a thought lol. [requested by @/fadedjae.]

remedy - in which you help patch up your significant other’s injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

three hours - “alright, screw the bus.” he holds up three fingers, representing the hours you have spent inside the restaurant. “that’s how much time we are going to spend together. that’s the amount of time you could have enjoyed with your date, and the amount of time wasted waiting for that stupid date of yours.”

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divine punishment - she has failed to learn the truth of your happiness. but whatever it is, she supposes that giving full support to her archon would be enough to satisfy you in death.

remedy - in which you help patch up your significant other’s injuries. [entry to fluffvember.]

✧ 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢

promise me - hello hello kokomi brainrot is consuming me but can i req kokomi x reader where the reader gets very injured in a fight they had with an enemy/monster & kokomi nurses them back to health (& it’s all fluffy & cutesy). [requested by @/dreamiehrs & @/sleepyyangyang.]

✧ 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚

please come back to me - an alternate route where thoma loses his pyro vision and forgets everyone close to him, including you.

third resolution - new year’s eve resolutions. [entry to holiday writing.]

✧ 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

brighter than fireworks - watching fireworks with yoimiya or maybe her planning a fireworks show for u (or watching fireworks with anyone really lol). [requested by @/dreamiehrs, @/winwinverse, @/fadedjae, & anon.]

phase six - “thank you.”/ “for what?” / “for being there for me when no one else has.” [entry to we are immortals.]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔 ❞

✧ 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦

canon-compliant - alhaitham x vahumana!gn!reader

✧ 𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨

lie in wait - the mission to expose the conspiracies between the akademiya and the fatui comes with a cost.

look at me - a judge of the gods said to have a gaze as lethal as sandstorms, no one dares to spare a look at the general mahamatra. except a forest ranger at gandharva ville who he becomes enamored by and sneaks out for almost every night.

modern au - god of justice!cyno x archaeologist!gn!reader

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❞

✧ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

canon compliant - wrio x f!reader

modern au - tea shop owner!wrio x detective!gn!reader

wanna bet? - wriothesley always wins his bets against you. for this round, the stakes are getting much higher. how long will it take for the captain of the gardes to admit their feelings to the duke? will this be the moment you’ll finally come out victorious, even though you have to pretend that your feelings toward him are in denial?

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀 ❞

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚

chopsticks - childe asks you a very important question during your first date.

dreadful deal - on that fateful night, you strayed away from your morals. you were offered a deal from the perpetrator, one of the children of the devil themselves. [entry to genshintoon.]

late night adventure - childe takes you to an adventure late at night, his favorite place.

now pose for your mugshot - so i never formally sent this, so you’re getting it now as a copy and paste. i just want a childe drabble with the line: ‘now pose for your mugshot’. [requested by @/sleepyyangyang.]

polaroid season - you finally find the right time to use your polaroid camera -- at the corn maze with your best friend.

requiescat in pace - the dead deserve their happy endings.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 ❞

✧ 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐟

requiescat in pace - the dead deserve their happy endings.

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ❞

✧ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞

gotta catch ‘em all! - do you have what it takes to be a pokémon master? step right up; start your adventure to become the greatest pokémon master of all time!

happy birthday! - celebrate your very special day with your significant other!

persona au - persona user!genshin x persona user!gn!reader

within these castle walls - a royal soldier raised by mercenaries, you’re wary of the visitors entering the kingdom and your fellow staff despite knowing them for so long. who’s your ally, who’s your enemy, or who will be the one to capture your heart? [i] [ii] [iii]

✧ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

colour vision - in which twelve different stories represent both the highs and lows of relationships. inspired by the album colour vision by max. (celebration of 200 - 400 followers milestone.)

✧ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐬

genshintoon - what if some of your favorite characters are placed in the settings of some of your favorite webtoons? (celebration of 1.5k followers milestone.)

© verxsyon 2020 - 2023. all rights reserved.

[gothvamp1973]

TWO BEDS AND A COFFEE MACHINE

chapter 2

Scars Run Deep

Sorry it's taken a while Guys life and work got in the way . 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 But here it is

Pairing Eddie Munson x FEM!reader

All credit for GIF goes to Vera-Kozhemiakina

Word Count,3091

Warnings, use of Profanity, mainly Fluff under 18s DNI

I do not give permission for this to be copied or used on any other site

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The weeks had raced past since arriving back in Hawkins, although it had been over 2 years she had quickly realised somethings never change .

Hawkins obviously had since the "earthquake" the town may have changed structurally but the small town attitude hadn't ,the looks of hatred thrown Wayne's and anyone seen around him was absolute poison.

Y/N sat with Dustin and Steve in Benny's Burgers smiling at the Banter between them occasionally seeing the snide glances from the people sat around them , Dustin saw the smile falter a few times as he leant across the table placing his hand on top of hers .

"ignore them thats what we all do Eddie may have been proved innocent but in Hicksville here they kinda like to apportion blame".

Steve unsuccessfully smothered a laugh " Hicksville dude i swear you are morphing into a smaller version of Eddie even down to the hair " he messed about rubbing Dustin's hair much to his disgust .

Y/N took another sip of the bitter coffee forcing herself to swallow and grimaced looking over the booth at steve " that is gross on so many different levels its like they have dragged the pot through the nearest sewer and served it up as fresh brew " she finished talking as she saw Dustin's eyes travel to the side as she saw a pair of hands rest on the table recognizing the letterman jacket and rolling her eyes "Be careful who you keep company with round here you may get a reputation " she looked up at him smiling this wasn't the first time she had been given this 'advise' but she was going to make sure it was the last she could taste the bile as her anger started burning through her veins .

she smiled her most sarcastic smile raising her voice and standing up "who Dustin and Steve they look kind of cute and timid to me or are you on about someone else entirely because if you are i suggest that you go take your Hicksville ass and sit right back down " the whole cafe seemed to hush as her words came out .

standing on her chair she raised her voice even louder " may i have Hicksville's attention please and yes im referring to all you douchebags ted bundy , john Wayne Gacy,David Berkowitz, 3 complete pillars of society all middle class citizens all serial killers oh let me add another name to that extensive list " looking the interloper dead in the eye "Jason Carver the real killer around here as was proved ,killed not only his girlfriend but his friend Patrick and a complete innocent just cause he could, but because he was a boy from the right side of town and the captain of the basketball team you all ignored it and blamed a boy from the wrong side of town because Carver told you to you all gathered you're pitchforks and went after the 'Freak' you stood side by side with the real killer because you are all mindless bigoted douchebags "

Y/N witnessed the uncomfortable glances that people were giving each other as she continued " even after all the proof that has been shown to you you still continue to harass and vilify an innocent man because you refuse to see yourselves as you really are accessories to murder every single last one of you ,you all went after an innocent allowing a murderer the opportunity to continue , you all make me sick ive seen the way you are with Wayne the snide remarks the vitriol you spit at him ive seen the way you've always been with Eddie the bullying he's had to put up with by all your precious little angels not to mention the constant beatings he took at your hands and it was all of you " she looked around accusingly as she spoke "if you turned a blind eye to what you knew was going on you are just as guilty as the ones who gave the bearings or did the bullying , Oh and just because you care so much his injury's are life changing his nightmares constant and as soon as i can i will be getting him the hell out of here so in answer to your query junior i am being really careful with who i associate myself with id rather be with the freaks and the weirdos then the bully's and associates of a murderer .

Y/N got down from the chair to see Dustin and Steve looking at her with such a proud look on their faces as she gathered her bags up placing a kiss on his and steves cheeks " Dinner will be at 8 dont be late and settle the bill for me will you hun " head held high Y/N walked out of the door and walked to her car without looking back she could feel the adrenaline wearing off as she collapsed into the car her hands shaking with what was left of the adrenalin racing through her veins , she jumped as the passenger door opened Hopper took off his hat placing it on his lap as he sat in the seat and closed the door " so that happened " he smiled across at her "not that im complaining doll somebody needed to stand up and say something just never actually thought they would bring serial killers into it " Hopper let out a loud laugh " Definitely caused some folk to eat humble pie in the there i can tell you that and you definitely will go down in Hawkins history " Y/N left out a Shakey laugh before burying her face in her hands and crying .

she felt Hoppers arm on hers " just let it all out yeah " she rubbed at her eyes " please dont say anything to Wayne or Eds Jim ,they have so much on their minds at the moment and i shouldn't have blown up like that ive probably made it worse " Hopper turned her face to look at him " Y/N i think someone finally standing up and throwing in their faces their bigoted way of life may actually make it alot easier for them both and you , i mean obviously we know the truth but they dont need to Eddie was innocent but yeah they went pitchforks in hand so let them stew in their own juices i say" Y/N smiled up at Hopper feeling a sense of relief he opened the door stepping out and placing his hat back on his head " get home safe and tell Eddie i have some shit for him i will drop it off later plus joyce wants to come and mother him you know what shes like " Y/Ns grin spread across her face as he mentioned Joyce , sweet precious Joyce who had taken on the mother role for both her and Eddie .

Driving back to the trailer Y/N thought back to the conversation with Eddie and how he had accepted her reasons for leaving the sheer panic of waking up next to her best friend thinking that the night before had just been the weed and drink talking the realization of what had happened making her run and the two years of self loathing thinking about the what ifs ,Eddie had pulled her close "again something that we could have talked about I've known what I wanted since I was 14 and that was you , so now I need to know are you just going to blow town again or are you staying because if you are staying then we need to sort shit out if you are going then just go now because I don't want to go through all that again "there was no choice to make Y/N knew her life was here with Eddie and Wayne and the family he had made in her absence , she pulled into the parking bay near the trailer looking at the trailer and smiled to herself she was home .

Y/N walked through the trailer door placing her bags down on the table as she slipped into the chair resting her head in her hands so deep in her thoughts that she didn't hear Eddie come out his room with his walker until he was lowering himself into a chair beside her " penny for your thoughts " turning to face him she gave a little smile " doubt they are even worth a penny Indie , what are you doing up and around you should be resting " Eddie shrugged his shoulders and smiled " i was getting stiff and not in a good way besides i was kinda missing your voice so i come out and find you looking like someone shit on your favorite jumper, which also tells me your tired " Y/N over at him and smiled ,Eddie stood up holding out his hand " come my little spider monkey we are long overdue a cuddle and talking utter crap session you up for it" she nodded taking his hand " i will race you in there " .

Y/N felt at ease laying in his arms as he played with her hair whilst he hummed a tune, she breathed in smiling to herself her eyes closing as his hand went down to her back " so you gonna tell me what made you cry today or are we gonna play a game where i pretend i dont know you read everyone the riot act at Benny's and you pretend you haven't been crying " Y/N sighed as she looked up at him " Dustin is a snitch and snitches end up in ditches " Eddie burst out laughing " for once it wasn't Dustin it was Steve"a smile spreading over his face " he was doing this whole proud big brother kinda thing down the phone , so im kinda lay here proud as fuck that my girl kicked Hawkins ass " Eddie's finger went under her chin bringing her eyes to meet his " but also concerned it made you cry you don't have to defend me you know I'm a big boy now, though I kinda love the fact you are " .

Y/N leaned forward resting her forehead against his. "I'm always gonna fight you're corner you know that, I love you; ain't nobody gonna diss my man or they will meet Bert and Ernie." Eddie's eyebrows lifted " Who the fuck is Bert and Ernie?" Y/N raised her fists " Bert and Ernie " Eddie's Toothy grin widened "shit short round ain't nobody gonna win against them." she straightened up smiling rising from the bed winking at Eddie "Not a hope they will win. Us women are made of strong stuff Munson, specially when it comes to protecting what's ours." She lowered her face to meet his "now give me a heros kiss before I scoot into the kitchen to start tea as they guys will be here by 8 " placing her lips to Eddie's soft lips she felt his smile as they broke apart " I feel like getting up so before you scram give me a hand princess."

The night was a success; Hopper, Joyce and Wayne talking up a storm about the 60s and how the kids today didn't know they were born and Dustin being, well, Dustin. Y/N had long ago noticed the Dynamics between Eddie , Steve and Dustin and how they treated him like a brother, both protective as hell over what they called the nugget , Joyce pandered after Eddie to the point of smothering him Eddie always doing exactly as she said so he could get the mom smile out of her , Y/N smiled to herself as Robyn came and sat beside her and giggled as Eddie and Steve rolled their eyes at Dustin's dumb ass comment about a future with computers in every home "Never gonna happen little dude it will never happen " Steve nodded in agreement with Eddie "Not in our lifetime" Dustin looked over at Y/N " help me out here" Y/N raised her hands in surrender "Don't drag me into this I ain't going up against my brother and my Boyfriend to take your side in this as much as I love you " .

she looked over at Eddie as his grin spread even further walking over and placing a kiss on his lips , Dustin looked between Eddie and Y/N horrified rolling his eyes" I think I'm gonna puke " Dustin didnt see it coming as Y/N and Robin pinned him to the floor covering his face in kisses he tried his best to fight back failing as steve and Mike joined in holding him down so the girls could smother him until he cried uncle , throwing a disgusted look at everyone " That was gross guys seriously gross" Robin smiled as she ruffled his hair "awwwww dingus you loved it really " Robin gave a evil smile as she leant closer to Dustin " the next thing we are doing is platting your beautiful hair " Y/n had never seen Dustin move so fast as he lept up pushing Robin away and placing himself firmly and safely between Eddie and Steve .

"yeah like Eddie van meatloaf and Farrah fawcett hair could stop the power of Y/N and Robin" steve and Eddie's eyebrows shot up in disgust at the nicknames as Hopper and Wayne smothered laughs , Joyce looking at the time clapped her hands together "when you have all stopped with your sibiling rivalry we need to shoot so Eddie can get his rest " a large chorus of moans emmited form the young ones as joyce took control ,Y/N smiled over as she saw joyce walk over to Eddie and place a kiss on his cheek noticing it was always the side with the scars that Joyce went for rubbing her hand down the side of his face and smiling as she spoke " my handsome Boy " Eddies grin widened as she said this and steve winked over to Hopper " she never calls me her handsome boy " steve stated folding his arms across his chest in mock distress joyce looked up patting his cheek "Steven Harrington your ego is big enough for all of us it doesn't need stroking dear" Steve shook his head and laughed as he extended a hand to help Eddie to stand Will and Jonathan assisting where they could , Joyce stood back and smiled placing her arm around Y/Ns waist " look at my boys all together just need my girls over there and ive got my picture " she picked up Jonathans camera and smiled at everyone " all my babys in one place come on guys i need a picture for the fireplace" shoving Y/N and Robin over as nancy and El joined the mele Y/N felt Eddie's arm around her shoulder as he bent and placed his cheek next to hers and smiled joyce placed the camera to her eye " say family " a loud chorus of Family could be heard as the flash went off and Joyce gave a huge smile .

Y/N woke to the sounds of Eddies screaming throwing the sheets off herself and hurtling down the small trailer to his Room, throwing the door open she saw Eddie's sweat covered body edging up the bed his eyes wide in fright she could almost smell the fear in the room , the last couple of weeks had taught her to take it slow with Eddie when he was like this , the dreams although not as frequent were still none the less there and to Eddie very much real in his head , Eddies muttering and whimpers broke her heart each time as she slowly made her way over to him " Eddie baby its ok hunnie im here ok " slowly placing her hands to his cheeks and slowly turning his face to meet hers Eddie's mouth was moving but no sound was coming out ,finally he made a word come out she shuddered as he said it "Bats" she moved closer pulling him to her his sweat soaking through her t-shirt within seconds his whole body shaking his breathing laboured as he tried to gain control .

Y/N leant back slightly seeing His beautiful brown eyes come back into focus placing her forehead to his he took a Shakey breath as he whispered " I'm sorry " Y/N looked into his eyes "there's no need to be Ed ever, in sickness and in health yeah me and you will fight all this together never say sorry to me for this I love you completely" Eddie smiled " in sickness and in health huh till death do we part and all that yeah" she grinned"forever and ever indie and shortround" Eddie's hands rested on her cheeks as he pulled her closer "I love you Y/N Y/L/N "his lips meeting with hers as she melted into him the stubble from his top lip tickling hers as his tongue sought entrance which she willingly gave , Y/N pulled him closer into the kiss with each passing second remembering what it was like to be held and kissed by him and vowing never to let him go again " Eddie broke the kiss smiling and resting his head on hers looking into her eyes " stay with me yeah " Y/N looked into his eyes and nodded " tonight , tomorrow and always Edward Munson I will always be the first thing you see when you open your eyes and the last thing you see when you close them " Eddie nodded to the other side of the bed pulling the sheet back and winking " Your side awaits you Wife " Y/N scrambled to the other side as Eddie settled back down pulling the cover over her and pulling her into his side so she rested her head in his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart as he spoke " so do we get the license tomorrow or do we wait a little bit" Y/N looked up resting her chin on his chest " well we don't want to race this we have only known each other 10 plus years so maybe we should wait a bit" she laughed as he raised his eyebrows as he spoke " exactly how long is a bit" Y/N traced her finger along his jaw bringing her self up to be level with his eyes " well Mr Munson Saturday should be fine and Haloween is a perfect day for two freaks to get married don't you think" his eyes widened " sounds perfect to me Mrs Munson absolutely perfect" sealing it with a kiss.

[lamilanomagazine]

Israele, Gantz si dimette dal governo e chiede nuove elezioni

Israele, Gantz si dimette dal governo e chiede nuove elezioni. Si è dimesso dall’esecutivo il ministro del gabinetto di guerra israeliano Benny Gantz. «Lascio con il cuore pesante - ha detto il ministro dimissionario - Non vinceremo questa guerra come avevamo pianificato». «Netanyahu ci impedisce di avanzare verso la vera vittoria», ha attaccato nell'intervento trasmesso in diretta dalle tv israeliane, «Le decisioni strategiche vengono affrontate con procrastinazione ed esitazione a causa di considerazioni politiche». «Abbiamo formato un governo di emergenza per una partnership segnata dal destino, non per una partnership politica. Mesi dopo il disastro di ottobre, la situazione nel paese è cambiata», ha detto ancora Gantz, che aveva chiesto a Netanyahu - senza ottenerlo - un piano per la fine della guerra a Gaza e il futuro della Striscia, dandogli quindi un ultimatum. Netanyahu ha lanciato un appello a Gantz a non lasciare il governo e a non abbandonare la battaglia. "Israele è in una guerra esistenziale su più fronti", ha scritto Netanyahu su X. "Benny, non è il momento di abbandonare, è il momento di unire le forze".... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

[maeshmallo]

Erwin Smith Hot Summer Day Headcanons 

erwin smith x fem! reader

~ Erwin has always been more of an autumn man, but he enjoys summer days as well

~ He likes how everything has gotten colourful again after a long and drab winter

~ He likes the summer mornings a lot, to wake up early and watch the sunrise, listen to the birds, and feel the cool breeze as he goes on a run before it becomes much hotter later in the day

~ For breakfast, he’ll prepare the both of you mostly fruits and water “We need to be hydrated for today, honey.” 

~ His favourite fruits are green grapes and mandarins by the way.

~ Another thing he loves about summer is seeing you in a sundress. When you both go out shopping for them, he is smiling so wide whenever you twirl for him.

~ And he will never ever get you a dress that has no pockets, because he cares 💗

~ He likes to dress simply, a crisp white or baby blue t-shirt, some khaki shorts and dad sneakers/sandals, and even though he looks as much like a white suburban dad as possible, he’s still a cutie and sets your heart alight because he makes it work

~ But you have to draw the line at him trying to wear socks with sandals to the beach

~ He is okay with the beach, but way more prefers going to the lake because there is a lot less sand. And seagulls. “They’re thieving, screaming, bastards,” He grumbled holding his sandwich protectively against his chest.

~ And though he loves outdoor activities like running around and playing frisbee with the dog, swimming in the cool lake, or barbequing, he alwaaaaayyyyss forgets sunscreen. Which is insane for a man that burns so easily. 

~ “Honey if I didn’t have you, I’d be a lobster by now,” He moans while you slather chilled aloe vera jelly over his back while he lays belly first on the bed. “You already are! I had only gotten your arms and chest before you ran off to play with Benny (the doggy) and now you're bright red in the back. You big lobster.”

~ He loves summer sunsets more than anything, how each evening the pattern may be different from the last, and he’ll sit on the porch swing with you and Benny in his arms, enjoying the smell of the neighbor’s bonfire, the sound of crickets beginning to chirp, and the secure and safe feeling of having his sweetheart and his favourite pup with him

[thespiral]

the revenge of vera gemini is a benny x courier song

[florbelles]

8,10,18 for Joss & 19,26,27 for Lyra & 9 for both??

thank you lovely!! ix, xix & xxvi + lyra answered here, xxvii here xx

VIII. WHAT WOULD YOUR OC DO IF THEY KNEW THEY WERE GOINGTO DIE IN THE NEAR FUTURE?

there would be little difference; death has always been an imminent threat to her: she was born to poisoned ground and she has lived in the harsh wastes ever since. she would take to the road, though, as she ever has. she wouldn’t want to drop dead amidst her empire on the strip, in front of her partner or her sister or her companions. better to get nice and drunk on questionable absinthe and start gunfights she’s likely to lose.

IX. WHAT ROLE.ARCHETYPE WOULD YOUR OC FULFILL IN A HORROR MOVIE?

she is either the ripper or the final girl. there is absolutely no in between.

( i jest, there is, see x )

trope-wise, see but for her, it was tuesday, unwitting instigator of doom ( is not in fact even courier six, she shot him and stole the chip before benny shot her and st— ), the literal maneater, broken bird turned dark messiah, nobody to nightmare, she who hunts monsters, the dreaded, came back strong in because ‘tis only a bullet in the brain, liberty over prosperity, dark horse victory, and, of course, the wild card,

X. COULD YOUR OC SURVIVE A HORROR MOVIE?

it depends on the enemy. she’s lived her life as a final girl. ( depending on who you ask, she is either a wasteland monster herself or is the savior of the mojave; nearly all of their stories are true ). alas, she is also cocksure, brash, and cynical, meaning she might die against a force she can’t physically kill by virtue of laughing in its face. any situation she can shoot her way out of, she’s golden. anything she can’t? highly, highly questionable. probably is the dumbass who accidentally summoned a demon.

XVIII. IS THERE ANYONE YOUR OC WOULD KILL? ANYONE THEY WOULD KILL FOR?

it doesn’t take a lot. joss is extremely trigger happy. she always has been; she was raised in an unforgiving world and is unforgiving herself. unlucky lone guests to her father’s inn were often killed to provide for the family, it’s the first thing she was taught, and for all she might loathe her father, she hasn’t forgotten that. otherwise, she’ll kill for principle. she’ll kill for the underdog. anyone she sees herself or her sisters in. she’s an enemy of the ncr and the legion both, but the legion alone is kill-on-sight. in terms of individuals, it goes without saying that she would do anything for vera, but this by and large extends to her allies, such as they are. benny as well, she supposes.

[islcndxmisfits-a]

below is a list of my currently updated thread tracker since the website hasn’t working lately.... but here’s the link anyway.  the threads are listed in abc order (as best as i could) by partner url !!

now that i have updated my tracker, i am willing to take on more threads (will probably post some starter calls for muses without any threads since they need love too) .... with exception!!!! as well as bust out my currently old memes in my ask box :P

and figure out relationships & verses & bios & which muses to keep / get rid of since my last update and clearing out my followers / following lists !!! pretty much everythiiing!!

i will probably from now on, as replies come in for me, i will most likely reply & add them to queue as i do them so they don’t build up and i can also work on other things in between however some might get posted right away depending on how much muse and how much interest i have towards that specific thread at the moment.

if I’m missing ANYTHING please let me know.

I OWE: already replied and added to queue. if you want to drop or move any of the following threads, feel free to let me know. i will delete it from my tracker & my queue if it hasn’t already been replied to !!

plain text = done, queued, & added to tracker

italics and indented = queued, needs added to tracker after posting

indented = in the drafts, needs icon, queued, & added to tracker.

bold = needs replies, then queued, then added to tracker

@abrokenwitch​

Family Reunion // Sebastian & Lizzie

@actionrewarded​

Romantic Dice // Lizzie & Peter

Playlist // Lauren & Peter

@agentjadelance​

Resident Evil AU // Ray & Kayla

@aheroslegacy​

Early Lunch // Kara & Lena

@akumubaku​

Amnesia // Dabi & Yume

@bracteatum​

A Christmas Witch // Seraphina & Sharon

Almost Uncertain Death // Laurel & Sara

Arranged Marriage // Leonard & Sara

Bloodlust // Leonard & Sara

Dragon and Assassin // Eleanor & Sara

Familiar Faces // Steve & Diana

Gotham's Queens // Sofia & Sara

Sara & Enzo

Saved By The Flash // Leonard & Sara

Second Chances // Ray & Nora

Treasure Hunter // Chase & Jean

Welcome to Hell // Caden & Sara

@cheaburi​

Friend In Need // Charlie & Dean

New Friends // Charlie & Claire

@dalphahale​

Drunk Beck // Beck & Derek

A Helping Hand // Beck & Derek

@dawnblxde​

Escape // Marceline & Noctis

Long Live The Queen // Historia & Noctis

Investigating // Winry & Noctis

@demon-blood-youths

Blood Kink // Himiko & Shdwkyz

@devicus​

Bad Influence // Toni & Amber

Dangerous // Steve & Seb

Hot Tubbin' // Lea & Lana

I'm a Delacour // Adaline & Camille

Live To Party // Farah & MIchael

Snap with Sierra // Sierra & Camden

Stepcest // Kara & Gray

@dorthbaum​

Reincarnated Lovers // Dean & Dorothy

@fclsusrex​

New Visitor // Sonia & Yozora

Tomato Fight // Sonia & Yozora

@fxckingnxrd​

Soft Lips // Bakugo & Deku

Comfort // Bakugo & Deku

Nightmare // Bakugo & Deku

@galaxiism

Birthday Boy // Dominic & Jagger

Caden & Rory

Christian & Jagger

Hugh & Jagger

Klaus & Rory

Rory & Elijah 

@hallowcrown​

A ghost and a vampire // Hal & Sally

Who Sent You? // Hal & Sally

@heartonanoose​

Infamous // Tara & Alu

Kill to Survive // Natalia & Alu

Loners // Stefan & Alu

Truth or Dare // Nick & Alu

@inkdreamt​

A New Meta // Barry & Maddie

A Powerful Mutant // John & Victoria

After Cotillion // Ben & Mal

Another Kryptonian // Kara & Maddie

Another Mermaid // Cleo & Evie

Anything She Wants //  Lea & Kara

Corrupted Ben // Ben & Mal

Done Talking // Avery & Kara

Easter Dinner // Evie & Mal

Fake Girlfriend // Michael & Clara

Famous in Love // Josh & Maddie

Fancy Meeting You Here // Wes & Liv

Forgive Me // Erik & Ondina

Holden and Superhero!Liv

House of El // Kara & Clark

Hurt // Gar & Gwen

Hurt & Angry // Mon-El & Kara

Into the Spiderverse // Brainy & Gwen

Livewire's Apprentice // Livewire & Liv

Mermaid Reunion // Cleo & Emma

New Earth // Miles & Gwen

New York Minute // Holden & Liv

Old Friends // Sebastian & Lilly

Pain in the Ass // Tandy & Ruby

Peter & Mal

Poisoned Mal // Ben & Mal

Quiet Time // Hades & Mal

Return of Lilly // Lilly & Freya

Revisiting Themiscyra // Diana & Maddie

Romantic Evening // Ben & Mal

Seeing Double // Lilly & Harry

Stefan & Elena

Superhero!Maddie and Josh

Surprise Return // Mason & Alex

Survival // Lorna & Victoria 

Thank God You're Breathing // Mason & Alex

The World of Music // Barry & Kara

True Love // Harvey & Sabrina

Vampire Powers Activated // Hope & Lilly

What Do You Think You're Doing? // Ben & Mal

Winter Spirits // Noelle & Evelyn

@loktonphoto​

Shower // Levi & Prompto

You Can Be Useful // Levi & Prompto

@magicallyimpossible​

Drag // Harley & The Professor

Scoot Over // Clara & The Professor

Sit On My Face // Harley & The Professor

New Playmate // Harley & The Professor

Morning Sex // Harley & The Professor

Crisis Averted // Oliver & Lea

@multidivision

A Whole New World // Staz & Kise

Attractive Meme // Kageyama & Tsukishima

Gilthunder and Gowther

Impatient // Kageyama & Tsukishima

Puppy Love // Gilthunder & Gowther

@multiversalmagic​

Cisco & Hestia

Cisco & Aria

Cisco & Aqua

Cisco & Tara

@musesatyourservice​

Accidental Mistletoe // Hayley & Elijah

Ass on Display // Hayley & Elijah

Ass on Display // Lucien & Cami

Carnival Date // Kol & Davina

Comfort After A Nightmare // Elijah & Hayley

Karamel Angst // Kara & Mon-El

Mating Season // Klaus & Camille

Nude Pictures // Klaus & Camille

Oh Bite Me // Kol & Davina

Pinned // Klaus & Camille

Small Closet // Klaus & Camille

Smell of Blood // Klaus & Camille

Snowstorm // Klaus & Camille

Take Off Your Pants // Christian & Hayley

Trapped in a Closet // Hayley & Dean

@naturesloopholed​

Hizzie // Hope & Lizzie

Hosie // Hope & Josie

@paintedragcn​

Old Faces // Hades & Mal

Seduction // Harry & Mal

@prcttypoiscn​

Bucky & Harley

Drunk & Missing You // Mon-El & Kara

Kai & Katherine

Mommy’s Little Monster // Lucy & Harley

Selina & Harley

WinterQuinn

@predictableisnotbad

Bloodbath // Christian & Alice

Damon Royalty AU // Damon & Alice

Dark Kink // Christian & Alice

Familiar // Christian & Alice

From Playful To Possessive // Damon & Alice

Greece Vacation // Christian & Alice

High School Sweethearts // Christian & Alice

Late Night Phone Call // Christian & Alice

Mating Season // Damon & Alice

Need You Now // Christian & Alice

Negative Soulmates // Christian & Alice

Pray For The Wicked // Christian & Alice

Prince Christian // Christian & Alice

Sex Under the Stars // Christian & Alice

Surprise Me // Christian & Alice

Vampire Lover // Christian & Alice

@redemptivexheroics​

Brotherly Reunion // Kol & Henrik

Distracted // Persephone & Poseidon

Do You Knock? // Rebekah & Henrik

Fated Meeting // Hope & Raven

Forgot To Knock // Freya & Kol

New Students // Jackson & Sebastian

Opposing Sides // Natasha & Jake

Persephone's Garden // Hercules & Persephone

Please Remember // Hope & Kol

Singles Night // Riley & Kyle

The Modern World // Hades & Ares

We're Family // Hope & Henrik

Who The Hell Are You? // Hope & Jackson

Young Gods // Persephone & Blake

@storiescfdreams

A Pirate's Life For Me // Harry & Harriet

Children of Hades // Mal & Hadie

Children of the Sea // Uma & Uriella

Like Mother, Like Daughter // Jasmine & Jasura

Mermaid Teachings // Ariel & Aria

Riddle Me This // Chesney & Alice

Sisters At Heart // Ruby & Ginny

Stretch Your Wings // Maeve & Fleur

The Aftermath // Audrey & Preston

The List // Erica & Malia

The Sheriff and Archer // Roland & Skye

Underworld's Royalty // Hades & Persephone 

Voodoo Queen // Freddie & Mal

@strawberrycolaaa​

Childhood Crush // Gou & Sosuke

Future Fish // Rin & Sosuke

@sxcrificx​

Heaven and Hell // Maxxie & Cas

How Badly Do You Want Me // Maxxie & Cas

Oral Sex // Dean & Cas

Pin My Muse // Dean & Cas

The End // Dean & Cas

@tellmeitsadream​

High School Sweethearts // Hugh & Addie

@thecharmingknightemma​

Not Alone // Iris & Emma

A Princess and a Pirate // Killian & Emma

Super Friends // Kara & Emma

@thewxnderer​

Lucy Quinzel, Nice To Meet Ya // Rick & Lucy

@tofeelthecold​

Enzo and Bex

Brothers Salvatore // Stefan & Damonm

@violetxsilverxstark​

Ain't No Crying in the Club // Harley & Kelsey

Breaking and Entering // Harley & Kelsey

Hold Still // Kelsey & Asya

@wicxedxcharming​

Heartbroken // Luciana & Dahlia

Stargazing // Benny & Ben

@youngkopa​

Almost Killed Me // Lizzie & Oliver

It's Safe Here // Josie & Oliver

Lost Stray // Harley & Oliver

Make Me Feel // Lizzie & Oliver

New Roommate // Oliver & Harley

Oliver and Chloe

You're Staring // Josie & Oliver

YOU OWE: let me know if you want to drop any of the following !! i am also willing to move some to discord to make things easier. these threads will automatically be dropped if i don’t get a reply within a month except for those with a ** who have been on hiatus.

@actionrewarded​

School Work // Penelope & Peter ( x )

Upside Down // Josie & Peter ( x )

Tour Guide // Lizzie & Peter ( x )

@amnesiic

Alice & The Mad Hatter // Alice & Jervis ( x )

@bracteatum

Kennedy Cochran, P.I. // Kennedy & Sara ( x )

@daddyxreyes​

Master & Servant // Lucy & Kyon ( x ) ** will be archived temporarily due to hiatus.

@heartonanoose​

Cheryl and Alu ( x )

Don't Let Them See // Hazel & Alu ( x )

Oldest Friends // Jayden & Alu ( x )

Slow Dance // Dick & Alu ( x )

Terrifying // Valerie & Alu ( x )

@inkdreamt

Sorry I Ran Into You // Remi & Maddie ( x )

Travel Back in Time // Kara & Annabelle ( x )

Birthday Girl // Vera & Luciana ( x )

Practice Makes Perfect // Snow & Hope ( x )

Thief In The Night // Mal & Roland ( x )

Found Dog // Neal & Snow ( x )

@lonelybxstards

Aren’t You Afraid // Diana & Chaos? ( x )

Chaotic Good // Harley & Chaos? ( x )

Hot When Angry // Harley & Chaos? ( x )

@galaxiism

Too Much To Drink // Lux & Chase ( x )

@loserbled​ / @hcrlequins​

Mommy's Little Monster // Harley & Lucy ( x )

@mudbirthed

Handosie Threesome // Hope, Landon, & Josie ( x )

Landon & Ava ( x )

Landon & Jo ( x )

@multidivision​

Stolen Sweatshirt // Tsukki & Kageyama ( x )

Can’t Wait // Dean & Tsukki ( x )

Personal Chef // Tsukki & Shinomiya ( x )

Attention // Tobio & Tsukki ( x )

Summer Vacation // Gou & Momo ( x )

@musesatyourservice​​

Christmas Celebrations // Nick & Sabrina ( x )

Broken, Beaten, & Bruised // Steve & Nancy ( x )

One Scratch, Two Scratch // Nick, Nate, & Sabrina ( x )

Nick, Harvey, & Sabrina ( x )

Sweet, But Psycho ( x )

@ofeniigma

Sibling Bonding // Mia & William ( x )

I Own You // E2!Laurel & Felicity ( x )

Taking Care of Laurel // Laurel & Felicity ( x )

Apocalypse Now // Emily & Felicity ( x )

@paintedragcn​

Cold Weather - Penguin // Uma & Mal ( x )

Cold Weather - Santa Hat // Ben & Mal ( x )

Fake Girlfriends // Evie & Mal ( x )

New Villain at Auradon // Harry & Mal ( x )

Listen... // Ben & Mal ( x )

Happy Anniversary // Ben & Mal ( x )

@prcttypoiscn​

Alone // Toni & Cheryl ( x )

Harley & Wade // sms ( x )

Roommates // Ivy &  Cooper ( x )

@predictableisnotbad​

I’m Gonna Show You Crazy // Kai & Alice ( x )

Bad Things // Damon & Alice ( x )

Dance, Dance // Christian, Damon, & Alice ( x )

Newly Turned Vampire // Cristian, Damon, & Alice ( x )

Teacher’s Pet // Christian & Alice ( x )

Dark Kink // Christian & Alice ( x )

High School Sweethearts // Christian & Alice ( x )

Fifty Shades of Grey AU // Christian & Alice ( x )

@redemptivexheroics​

Christmas Party // Aurora & Henrik ( x )

Into the Unknown // Regan & Wyatt ( x )

Anti-Christmas // Kai & Henrik ( x )

Masquerade // Lucien & Ellis ( x )

@sheroaredlouder

Earth & Fire // Tara & Ember ( x )

@strawberrycolaaa​

Old Friends // Nagisa & Rin ( x )

@wicxedxcharming​

Shielded From The Rain // Ruby & Dorian ( x )

DROPPING:

Should've Been You (fcxsinned)

Protect Ban (fcxsinned)

Not Morning (fcxsinned)

Why Him? (fcxsinned)

Butterfingers (licnspride)

Drunken!Sins (licnspride)

Massages (licnspride)

Remarkable (licnspride)

Fairy Children (windscint)

Spanking (windscint)

Extra Special Service (pollutedxdesires)

I'm Fine (fragmntedx)

Home For the Holidays (monsterineveryone)

Gotham City Siren (sarcasmpersonified181)

I’m Your Mother (killersmoakism)

Snow Fairy (killersmoakism)

Brothers (memorystxrs)

Are You Cold? (pinafcl)

On Your Knees (multidivision)

The Hunter & His Wolf (multidivision)

Cook Off (multidivision)

Not Drunk Enough (multidivision)

Pinned (multidivision)

The Boar Hat (multidivision)

Oikawa & Shoyo sms thread (multidivision)

POSSIBLY MOVING TO DISCORD:

all threads with @chooseyourmuse​ & @ocylum​

Elizabeth & Howzer ( x )

Workout Routine // Izuku & Bakugo ( x )

Freaking Me Out // Meliodas & Elizabeth ( x )

New Friends // Gou & Kamina ( x )

Take Me With You // Xi & Colin ( x )

Is That Blood? // Cassandra & Matthew ( x )

Guzma & Alice ( x )

Blushing // Ochaco & Bakugo ( x )

Romantic Dice // Ban & Jericho ( x )

some threads with @multidivision already moved over; not linking bc too much work and they’re already linked in discord.

[splish-splashy]

I posted 352 times in 2021

28 posts created (8%)

324 posts reblogged (92%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 11.6 posts.

I added 205 tags in 2021

#fallout new vegas - 66 posts

#fnv - 51 posts

#fallout: new vegas - 20 posts

#dont mind me - 15 posts

#fallout 4 - 15 posts

#benny gecko - 12 posts

#fallout 3 - 11 posts

#fallout 4 modded - 6 posts

#fnv modded - 5 posts

#arcade gannon - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#i also felt bad when i asked him his thoughts about being in a tunnel full of ghouls and that got me too because of past trauma for him

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I don't even know what to say really, I had no clue

7 notes • Posted 2021-11-08 22:01:42 GMT

#4

I-

8 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 00:49:13 GMT

#3

"Why do I smile at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?..."

Redraw of (x)&(x)

10 notes • Posted 2021-09-18 03:07:12 GMT

#2

Full ref of my courier, Sam. In order: Pre-Game start, Post-Headshot, Bounty hunting, Modified Vera dress, Kings outfit

Pre-game is before/up until she picked up the job to deliver the platinum chip. Post-headshot is, as implied, after getting shot by benny and after getting patched up by Doc Mitchell, this is also up until she starts to lose eyesight as well as deciding to be a bounty hunter. Bounty hunting is when complete eyesight loss in her left eye happens, getting shot in the head started it and getting shot at again/in a close call or two finished it (ironic). I personally don't like the ruffles on the shoulders and the big flower on the hip of Vera's dress so this is how I would modify it. And lastly Sam joined the kings as her favor from the King himself.

12 notes • Posted 2021-09-17 05:56:06 GMT

#1

Current thoughts about my true first play through of fallout 4:

• I can’t believe Shaun was conceived at the local park near sanctuary

• I can’t believe McCready is only 22, he looks way older than that (I know he was in fallout 3)

• Probably unpopular but I prefer confident Travis over when we first here him over the radio

• Deathclaws have paws

More may come, stay tuned

16 notes • Posted 2021-10-28 00:37:37 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

[upontherisers]

hi cari, could i please request 8 & 9 from the relationship ask meme for a pair you’re itching to talk about? — @shoshiwrites

let's do some verabenny, shall we?

8. How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

i think they have a lot of inside jokes. benny says something about a flaps up landing and vera laughs and laughs, and no one else finds it funny but benny makes himself laugh out of pride and they go on like this. that's the nature of being friends before lovers. they speak pretty frankly because i don't think benny pulls punches and vera normally does but benny brings it out of her.

the most important thing is that vera loses her voice in the stalag. there are days, full weeks even, where she doesn't speak. she just can't find it in her, so benny speaks for her, for the both of them. she communicates in gestures and nods or in small murmurs only to him, and it gets to the point where he can read the tilt of her head as the difference between 'maybe' and 'likely.' sometimes they lie in her bunk face to face, and he brushes her hair out of her eyes and they say nothing but have hours worth of conversation.

9. What is one quality they have in common?

THEY LOVE THEIR FRIENDS. they love their friends and they protect their friends and they both see themselves as people who's job it is to stand in front of the line of fire and take the hits for their friends. maybe it's dog coded, maybe it's growing up with younger siblings that they needed to protect, but they love their friends. they think about their friends, about including them in things, about gifts and things they can do to make their friends' days easier, and benny does it with snark and city boy ease and vera does it with enthusiasm and southern charm and perhaps that's why they make such a pair.

OC pair asks

[bandstolookup]

yvonne elliman

m ward

joy wave

yoshi flower

inner wave

flora cash

the sonder bombs

erik satie

lucianblomkamp

the football club

holy holy

nick murphy

alex the astronaut

the parlor mob

bleeker

the belligerents

defiance, ohio

ian crawford

bugs (look up bugs brisbane)

violent soho

jawbreaker

lida

against me!

sweater curse

laura jane grace

cloud control

bear bones

vector hold

felly

gyyps

banks

ball park music

n.e.r.d.

ceres

will wagner

dz deathrays

green buzzard

greedo's ghost

rasan in the heyday

camelphat

breaklite

madvillan

madlib

tom gabel

deltron 3030

laura jane grace and the devouring mothers

mom jeans

cloud nothings

short fictions

distant futures

lawn care

tiny moving parts

jessie reyez

chelou

kimbra

my-hi

animosity

animosity kills

presages

mystic natives

mothxr

mystic braves

every avenue

big scary

montaigne

boo seeka

ocean alley

methyl ethel

the chemical brothers

ali barter

crooked colours

jack river

ruby fields

alexandra savior

the preatures

kirin j callinan

the avalanches

dan sultan

thy art is murder

the creases

cameron avery

camp cope

kurt vile

king gizzard & the lizard wizard

middle kids

cinders

gang of youths

allday

healy

yellow days

peanut butter wolf

con brio

monsta x

jerry garcia

dezaya olsen

jordan burchel

unknown mortal orchestra

alkaline trio

cody jinks

honne

brainstory

peter hook and the light

lane 8

jjuuujjuuu

suuns

nick hakim

justin lacy

los huracanes del norte

erik satie

luke mock

ariel pink

electric wizard

barns courtney

matt maltese

dune

james blake

amen dunes

shame

roman lewis

bladee

ecco2k

roy woods

knxledge

dvsn

sango

xavier omar

alice ivy

lil ugly mane

the jungle giants

san cisco

peking duk

martin solveig

esoterik

the reubens

the bennies

alex lahey

winston surfshirt

vallis alps

trophy eyes

thundamentals

mitty and the followers

hands like houses

endless heights

vera blue

vincestaples

mallrat

press club

tired lion

bad///dreems

leyya

great news

ben rector

euromart

the aces

mike shinoda

[monstrousgourmandizingcats]

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Tagged by the delightful @historian-in-pearls.

A - Age: 25

B - Birthplace: Greenfield, Massachusetts

C - Current time: 3:52 pm

D - Drink you last had: I’m drinking chai right now.

E - Easiest person to talk to: Probably @buddhistmamaduck, @absynthe--minded, @visirion, or my friend Antonio.

F - Favorite song: Currently, either the Vera Lynn version of “Travellin’ Home” or “Blind Valentine” by Metric.

G - Grossest memory: Any of the various times I vomited after long car rides as a small child. Fortunately, I don’t really do that any more.

H - Horror yes or horror no: Depends on the type of horror. I like mild psychological horror and creature features but things like jump scares freak me out and are tacky.

I - In love?: Not really. I still have an emotionally intimate relationship with an ex but it’s not romantically tinged any more.

J - Jealous of people?:I get jealous of people for specific attributes but not the point where I would change places with any.

L - Love at first sight or should I walk by again?: I tend to fall pretty fast and hard, but I’m not sure I like that that’s the case. I’d like to learn to be more careful with my emotions and especially with committing too fast (which isn’t to say I want to become a casual serial dater commitmentphobe, because I definitely do not).

M - Middle name: Michael.

N - Number of siblings: None, I’m an only child.

O - One wish: To figure out what I want to do for a living. So far I have 1. I want it to involve writing, 2. I want it to be of tangible benefit to other people, especially disadvantaged people like addicts and ex-cons, and 3. I want it to be something I can do from home or would be able to do from home in the future. I honestly don’t know what fits that.

P - Person you called last: A career center for help with my resume.

Q - Question you are always asked: “How did you know that?” whenever I dispense some bit of trivia or minutiae I know. Most recently I got asked this about Puritan hortatory names.

R - Reason to smile: This is going to sound corny as hell, but my friends and family. I don’t have a ton else going on right now.

S - Song you sang last: I sang along to “Bei Mir Bist Du Schein” last night while playing a Benny Goodman record.

T - Time you woke up: I’ve been up since late morning but lay around in bed for most of the time since then...

U - Underwear color: I don’t wear underwear.

V - Vacation destination: Italy.

W - Worst habit: Staying up way too late and then staying in bed till mid-afternoon.

X - X-rays: Standard dental X-rays, plus some of my arms and legs from childhood injuries.

Y - Your favorite food: Sesame noodles or Harwich hermits, which are a kind of bar cookie that New England sea captains’ wives used to make for long sea voyages.

Z - Zodiac sign: Aries.

Tagging idk whoever wants to do it.

EDIT okay so I changed my mind and I’m going to tag some people: @thequeenofnationalcity @medeasfleece @jewishramonaflowers @ablogintwoacts @accosteddarling @buraloglasliath

[mysteriesdelved]

🎰

Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! / @fatedcfied

nerissa x benny

audrey windsor x misaki ayuzawa

vera barde x hershel layton

ashlyn morgenstern x emily

penny x skylar

[gazemoil]

RECENSIONE: Kanye West - ye (G.O.O.D / Def Jam, 2018)

La scalata estiva del signor Kanye West, anatema della scena hip-hop o per meglio dire dell'intera scena musicale mondiale, continua a gonfie vele. Dopo gli scandali con DAYTONA - l’ultimo disco di Pusha T - che Kanye ha prodotto interamente, la promessa dell'artista statunitense di apporre la firma in cinque album in un mese procede a passo spedito, questa volta con l'attesissimo successore di The Life Of Pablo.

Kanye West non è mai stato semplicemente un cantante o un rapper, e non si parla delle vesti di produttore, stilista e attore nelle quali lo si è visto, ma dell'enigmatico personaggio che si è cucito addosso e che è cresciuto fino a fondersi col suo reale Io, incarnando l'estremizzazione più esagerata di se stesso. Così nel corso di oltre un decennio di carriera, West si è costruito un piccolo impero, definendosi come una specie di messia visionario o figura politicamente rilevante e caratterizzando i suoi atteggiamenti con un'eccentrico nichilismo. Nel 2018 più che mai, questa è la formula vincente per conquistarsi l'attenzione del pubblico, fedelissimi e non, gente che (purtroppo) lo prende sul serio ed altri che vogliono solo ridere davanti ai meme che lo vedono protagonista; c'è anche quella fetta demografica (della quale credo di far parte) che viene immensamente infastidita da tutto ciò che West rappresenta, ma che sotto sotto gli concede qualche merito sotto il punto di vista musicale. Come di consueto, anche per ye, l'ottavo album in studio, la pubblicazione è preceduta da tumulti e polemiche che inevitabilmente lo portano su tutte le prime pagine. Questa volta però, il signor West ha toccato il fondo, esagerando una volta per tutte con la sua smania di attenzioni. Per questo, prima di parlare di ye è necessario sbrogliare questa matassa di confusione e retweet. All'inizio dell'anno Kanye è tornato, più iperattivo che mai, su Twitter per pubblicare esilaranti "perle di saggezza" riguardanti l'umanità, la creatività e il suo peculiare talento nell'interpretare i messaggi del cosmo (se percepite dell'ironia giuro che mi sto sforzando affinché non sia intenzionale), com'era prevedibile dei semplici tweet motivazionali che ci immergessero nel mood della gestazione di questo nuovo album non bastavano ad alzare il polverone tanto desiderato, e presto sono sfociati in discutibilissime dichiarazioni di supporto nei riguardi del neo presidente americano Donald Trump, con successive interviste dove le parole di West hanno evidenziato contraddizione e una dannosa ignoranza di fondo. Non è la prima volta che i suoi comportamenti gli rivolgono i fan stessi contro, ma in questo caso la polemica ha preso una piega così brutta da sfuggire, forse per la prima volta, al controllo dello stesso artefice. Fast forward a giugno 2018: esce l'attesissimo ye, un album di sette tracce x ventitré minuti che continua sulla direzione artistica di DAYTONA, ovvero portare avanti una sorta di ideologia racchiusa nel numero sette che si riflette in album brevi e diretti - d'altronde per sfornare cinque album in un mese questo approccio gli permette di impiegare meno tempo per ciascuno. I testi di ye, infatti, sono stati rifiniti proprio alla luce delle polemiche scatenatesi poco prima della data d'uscita. Nel caso di Kanye, abituato alla grandiosità, all'eccesso e alla teatralità delle produzioni caratterizzanti degli iconici The Life of Pablo (2016) o My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010) un album come ye, messo insieme in relativamente poco tempo, rappresenta una novità non trascurabile. Essenziale, spontaneo e uniforme sono le parole d'ordine di un disco che non filtra quasi nulla, sia sotto il punto di vista emotivo sia musicale. Non bisogna farsi ingannare, è vero che in ye troviamo un protagonista molto più grezzo, ma non è l'istinto di un singolo uomo quello che sentiamo nel prodotto finale. Per assicurarsi di fare centro in tempi brevi e catturare un'intera personalità in un piccolo frammento, Kanye si è fatto aiutare da fedeli collaboratori come Francis and The Lights e Benny Blanco - che ha lavorato per Katy Perry, Ed Sheeran, Ke$ha, The Weeknd - nel caso delle produzioni e Ty Dolla $ign, PARTYNEXTDOOR e Kid Cudi come comparse vocali. Ad ogni modo, le strumentali sono pressoché simili a quelle già sentite in DAYTONA, vale a dire un evidente richiamo a quell'enfasi per i mix e gli schemi semplici, poco stratificati, che sfociano in ritornelli più orecchiabili in contrasto col lato più sperimentale dei campionamenti e dei synth; i primi hanno sempre un gusto vecchia scuola e meno intimidatorio, mentre i secondi rinfrescano il suono con l'interessante giustapposizione di strane distorsioni e bassi. Di certo non c'è molto campo per spaziare sonorità, ma per venti minuti è sufficiente e - sembra strano dirlo mentre si parla di lui - equilibrato. Riconfermo il fatto che se c'è una cosa in cui Kanye West riesce bene senza farsi mandare a quel paese è la produzione.

Zero filtri sotto il punto di vista emotivo significa non domare il suo leone interiore e contemporaneamente farsi cogliere in un momento in cui ha la guardia abbassata. Nel 2016, l’artista è stato ricoverato per esaurimento nervoso, quest’album perciò ha il compito di determinare quelle che sono le dichiarazioni definitive a riguardo e per un artista che ha sempre messo la sua vita sotto i riflettori è ciò che tutti aspettano. La prima traccia I Thought About Killing You è probabilmente la più iconica dell’intero album, una specie di introduzione in cui la strumentale ha del potenziale che risulta sprecato per un testo inizialmente eseguito in uno spoglio e poco interpretato spoken word. Quest'ultimo è talmente onesto e sfacciato che è difficile scegliere se definirlo tragi-comico o se prenderlo come una serissima confessione delle tendenze suicido-omicide dell'artista che oscillando tra volontà di innocentizzazione e inneggio alla perversione. “Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder / I think about killing myself, and I love myself way more than I love you / The most beautiful thoughts are always beside the darkest”. E continua così per due minuti buoni, fino a quando l'ossessiva ripetitività mette a disagio l'ascoltatore, e questo West lo sa benissimo. “I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say something good / To compensate it so it doesn't come off bad / But sometimes I think really bad things”. Questo è l'esempio più lampante dell'evidente gioco tra sentimenti contrastanti in ye, al che l'incipit della copertina "I hate being Bi-Polar it's awesome" risulta azzeccatissimo. 

La seconda traccia Yikes procede addentrandosi ulteriormente negli abissi della sua psiche, parlando di come i suoi stessi comportamenti a volte lo spaventino e ritraendo un uomo che ha raggiunto il limite, inebriato dal suo ego e dalle droghe per le quali ha una dipendenza; la strumentale non può essere più semplice, ma questo non toglie esplosività al ritornello, probabilmente il migliore dell'album. ye inciampa per la prima volta in All Mine, principalmente a causa della combinazione tra la parte vocale in falsetto che risulta un pò ridicola e la strumentale in se, troppo minimale; nonostante tutto West esplora ancora il buio della sua mente contorta, questa volta parlando del suo problema con i rapporti sessuali, descritti come una vera e propria dipendenza che incide negativamente nella sua vita coniugale. La stessa tematica viene affrontata nelle successive Wouldn't Leave e No Mistakes, in cui West paga un tributo alla moglie che nonostante gli scandali di tradimento è rimasta al suo fianco. “This what they mean when they say, "For better or for worse", huh? / For every damn female that stuck with they dude / Through the best times, through the worst times / This for you”. In entrambi brani i ritornelli suonano molto bene e hanno un sapore che riporta indietro al Kanye dell’esordio.  

Con un wow-factor modesto, perché strettamente legato alla grandiosità e all'eccesso che in questo caso mancano, l'album risulta abbastanza leggero. E' vero che Kanye ha avuto il piede costantemente sull'acceleratore per gran parte della sua carriera, mentre in ye consolida vecchie abilità senza spingere più tanto, in compenso, però, si prende del tempo per mettere a fuoco l'attuale stato mentale in cui si trova e per quanto coinciso sia, riesce nelle sue intenzioni di mettere in luce problemi familiari e psicologici. Anche se ye non si posizionerà mai ai vertici della sua discografia, non è neanche un album che si trova in fondo alla pila. 

TRACCE MIGLIORI: Yikes; No Mistakes

TRACCE PEGGIORI: All Mine; Ghost Town

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