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campyvillain · 2 years

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EPTG MASTERPOST (for the time being)

okay so i’ve gotten a ton of asks pertaining to what eptg is. eptg is short for ever play this game. it’s an alternate reality project game i run centering around a mysterious game a guy called ron discovers that his now dead mom worked on for years. the game is called nerves and it’s clear that something is very wrong with it, and before long, the game starts showing very anomalous properties. that’s all the surface level knowledge you really need to know from the getgo without getting into spoilers.

i started it a few months ago when i first reached 10k and it’s been going strong since november. it has multiple blogs behind it (3 as of this posts making) which can make things seem a little daunting to get into at first since a lot of posts correlate to a different post on another blog but the organization system i’ve come up with for this will hopefully ease you into that.

another thing to note is that above all else eptg is a horror arg, specifically falling into the genre of psychological horror. there are going to be elements of horror in this regardless of how silly it gets sometimes and if you don’t feel equipped to handle that, you by no means have to engage with this.

one more thing to know before i send you off to the resources for getting into eptg is that eptg is, at its core, a project centering around mysteries, and a lot of the plotlines revolve around just that. there are a ton of enigmatic mysteries in this thing and that’s by design. not everything is going to have one simple all encompassing definitive answer - not to say that some things don’t, but don’t go into into this expecting answers to every single thing you come across. if that were the case, there’d be no mysteries - and mysteries, speculation, analysis and theorizing are the eptg community’s bread and butter.

okay last tangent over, here’s what you’ll need to get you started.

STORY RELEVANT BLOGS

(side note: i’ll be linking the archives for each of the main involved blogs instead of the blogs themselves. as mentioned before eptg’s storytelling methods aren’t exactly conventional and a lot of dates on separate blogs coincide, so this is probably the best way to go about reading through it it if you’re new. just go back to the earliest recorded post on the archive and advance from there. i’d recommend keeping each blog archive in a separate tab just to keep track of when certain events line up. keep in mind that even though the involved blogs may seem wholly separate, they can effect each other under certain circumstances.)

EVERPLAYTHISGAME

the project’s namesake and also the main blog. a lot of the most important storylines unfold here. this blog by far has the most impact on the story and is the most cohesive one to follow, though it is highly recommended you comb through the other two for some additional context, especially the next one i’m about to mention.

RANVIERANVIERANVIER

a blog ran by an entity named ranvier who is shrouded in mystery, residing in an equally mysterious place only known as “the void”. this blog may seem like nothing but a series of unhinged ramblings and jokes at first but despite all that the ranvier blog is incredibly plot relevant. many of the incoherent sounding things here connect to various events on the main blog and even foreshadow future things to come albeit in a very vague way. very worth keeping up with now more than ever, since at the time i’m posting this the ranvier blog has begun unraveling into a storyline of its very own.

ALEX198932

currently, this one ran by someone known as “alex” is the least active, but despite its rare postings it’s still worth keeping an eye on. a lot of major things are hinted at here even though the blog itself may seem innocuous.

OTHER RESOURCES

this section of the masterpost is dedicated to various miscellaneous things that aren’t mandatory to understanding eptg per se (unlike the 3 main blogs listed above), but are still very good resources if you’re someone who’s new to the story and missed out on some stuff, or even if you just want to look deeper into the eptg project in general.

EVERSEETHISINFO

a fan-run blog dedicated to highlighting details of eptg that might’ve gone overlooked, be it because the info in question might’ve been ignored at the time but now bares some relevance, or info that’s caused a lot of speculation, even down to details i’ve revealed outside of the canon blogs on my own blog such as little fun facts about the characters and lore. this blog has done an incredible job of archiving even the tiniest pieces of information that would’ve been lost in tumblrs weird tagging system otherwise, and i have to commend the fan that runs it for being so thorough.

EPTG OFFICIAL DISCORD

aside from being by far the most centralized place to find other eptg fans this server is also really, really good to turn to if you’re someone who’s brand new and a little confused on what’s happening in eptg. since the start this server has always been full of people who are super dedicated to eptg in all aspects, and a lot of them are really knowledgeable on stuff that may be hard to understand for newcomers. if you’re new and don’t really know what’s going on, trust me when i say these people will try their best to get you caught up to speed if you ask them.

also it’s just a really fun place - i’m there sometimes, there’s a near constant flow of speculation, there’s even people making aus and ocs and a bunch of fanworks, it’s got a bunch of stuff. plus there’s a Minecraft server, what more could you really ask for. stop by if you wanna.

(link to join here)

that concludes the masterpost. i mostly made this bc a lot of people keep asking how they can get into eptg, and i hope this can help those who aren’t up to speed get started as i’ve got a lot of plans for this thing and i’d hate for people to miss out

#eptg masterpost

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yogsandchaos · 2 years

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Fuck it! Niche Minecraft Youtuber to watch if you like specific Dream Smp Characters! I have a lot of beloved niche Minecrafters I love and struggle to raise attention for so I have decided that I'm finally going to make this list, it’s an incomprehensible list hanging on by threads! but its a list!

Do you like Jschlatt? Do you like Evil, Capitalism, and Drama? Try William Strife! The Corporate Evil Overlord Capitalist with plenty of evil and dramatics a-plenty. One of the, if not the, original Minecraft Capitalist characters! With a hatred of magic, a love of money and tech, and the inability to ever be wrong Strife has managed to craft a hilarious yet oddly engaging parody of Capitalist America. Going strong for nearly a decade you may actually recognize him if you were in the Fallout scene back in the early 2010's for his guides! Strife has done plenty of Minecraft though and it's one of the things he's most known for. If you don't mind long run series mixed with some mod tutorial stuff I highly recommend checking out Solutions in Chaos for his infamously hilarious interactions with one Alex Parvis. Though if you don't have much time or tolerance for long run series his most recent series of Solutions and Order along with Crossroads may be something to enjoy. Or if you just like dick jokes you could just visit his streams, that's always an option as well.

Are you a fan of Wilbur Soot and Karl Jacobs? Do you crave death and rebirth and the horrors it brings but also a multiverse worth of interconnected yet not connected at all stories? Try Lyinginbedmon! Storyteller of a multiverse of themselves and our resident Master of Horror this Fox has dozens of stories and falls from glory to share. Do you wish to watch a Shinto Priest delve deeper into corrupting magics and slowly begin to wonder just how much the gods are hiding from them? Try Yokai Village! Do you want to watch a man trapped in early 2010's Nether struggle to survive and uncover a deeper story then they ever thought was there? Nether Expedition! Do you want to watch a Maid deal with the zombie apocalypse? Try Maid-ing Do! Do you want to watch a banished Werewolf Knight turned mercenary deal with their vampire racism? Knight of Fangs! Do you want to see the life and fall of the Witch in the Woods going from charming if odd neighbor to a betrayed horror monster seeking nothing but vengeance for what has done to them? Chaosville Season 2 and then Witch in the Woods! Or if you want something a bit shorter you can watch a Fae deal with a dragon witcher and strange magics effecting them, there is always the ongoing Clockwork & Memory.

Do you like Eret? Do you like a royal air and a sense of duty? Intense shitpost mixed with intense dramatic moments? Try Kirindave! Admittedly a bit of a weaker connection but that's just goes to show how enigmatic the Storm Sage really is. With a good sense of story telling and the charisma of something you really should not trust Kirin is quite a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately they haven't done much Minecraft on their own channel in awhile and their content is much more focused on mod exploration along with being an admin of various servers then actual plot. However you will feel when that plot hits, there's a reason their fans tend to portray their character as a god. If you want to learn why you don't mess with the forest, I recommend Minecraft The Hard Way, but if you want a bit more plot in your learning of mods, Sunless is quite a good even if it never got a proper ending.

Do you like Ponk and Foolish? Do you like gorgeous builds mixed with strange yet curiosity inducing lore? Do you like mad science/doctors? Try Lucian V. Ghost! With several series under their belt and the smoothest British voice I've ever heard Lucian specializes in short series with lots of Lore and high production values. With their series Ghost Labs and the sequel and still in-progress Ghost Industries, enjoy videos about strange mods with an immensely hilarious cast. If you want something a bit more SMPish though, Chronobreach and it's on going sequel World of Madness is a great introduction to the strange and morally dubious lore of Ghost Industries. They also have the ongoing series Unlikely Reunion that is nothing but lore, and cool robots.

#kirindave #william strife #lyinginbedmon #lucian v ghost #wilbur soot #jsclatt #karl jacobs #ponk #foolish #dream smp #eret #this post is incomprehensible but i am desperate to get more people to watch some of my underrated favs

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planetsteddie · 2 years

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ᥴꪶ꠸ꪀᧁꪗ; ρꪻ ᧒☆

pairing(s) - Vinnie Hacker x fem! Reader

summary - Vinnie gets annoyed at Y/n (the more I add the less effect it might have)

WARNINGS - short, yelling, explicit language

Part 2

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| Y/n’s POV |

It’s been almost 4 hours.4 hours of me wanting him to at least acknowledge me. 4 hours of watching TV by myself. 4 hours of just wanting to spend time with my long-time boyfriend Vincent Cole Hacker. Also known as Vinnie Hacker. I’ve been sitting in the living room for fucking hours and he has not come down for anything. Not food, something to drink, or even to just say hi to me. He has been up there for 4 hours straight.

It’s not like I have unlimited time in LA. I have to leave for Seattle in 2 days. 2 FUCKING DAYS!! I’ve been in LA for a week. The most I’ve seen him was Tuesday. It is currently Friday. He has not made any effort to spend time with me at all. All he has been doing since I got here was play that stupid ass Valorant. I’m beyond sad and pissed. I’m trying to not seem bothered by it but I truly am.

- 1 hour later -

I’m fed up. I start walking my way up the stairs to the hall towards Vinnie’s room. I open his door to see him still on that damn game. I walk in and close the door. I sit on his bed trying to get his attention.

I start getting annoyed and just start yelling his name to get his attention. “Vinnie. Vinnie. VINNIE!” When that doesn’t work I just yank his headphones down. “What the fuck!” I stare at him with an annoyed expression. He pauses the game. He just looks at me like I’m fucking stupid.

“Vinnie can you please get off of the g-” He cut me off by answering with a “No.” I look at him bewildered. “Vin can you just get off the game please?” He replies with the same answer only harsher “No!” I’m starting to get pissed off. “Vinnie you have been on that damn game for 5 hours straight. I just want to spend some time with you.” I say harshly but then get softer towards the end of my sentence.

I’m pretty sure he rolled his eyes then he muttered “Why do you have to be so goddamn clingy?” I was surprised and hurt about what he said. I try not to overthink but I can’t help but think. Am I too clingy? Should I just leave him alone and let him play? “Why are you still in here Y/n I don’t want you in here. Can you just go?”

I feel tears in my eyes but I hold them back. “ I just wanted to spend time with you.” I said softly and hurt. “Well to bad Y/n! I DON’T want to spend time with YOU!” I finally let a tear fall. “ You can always come back to it lat-” he suddenly pushed out his chair with a strong force. “ WHAT DO YOU NOT GET Y/N. I DON’T WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU!” Now that hurt me but something else he said only dug the wound deeper. “I don’t have the energy to yell at you, you’re not worth it anyway.” I was on the edge of sobbing. Trying my best to hold it in, I say softly “Ok. You don’t have to get off. It’s fine. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” He sat down in his chair and said “I think I’ll be just fine without you right now.”

I don’t start crying until he puts his headphones back on. I quickly grabbed my bag that I already packed last night in case I had to leave early. I quietly walked out the room. I opened my phone to book the next flight to Seattle. I booked a hotel to stay in until my flight at midnight. I make sure I have everything and then I bump into Alex.

(I have no clue if he’s still in the Hype House but we’re gonna pretend)

He looks confused when he sees all of my stuff with me. “Hey Y/n. You ok?” I look up and see him looking at me “Were you crying?” I just stare at him trying not to let anymore tears fall. “Do you want to get Vinnie and tell him you’re leaving early?” I say “No! It’s fine.” He looks worried “What’s wrong? You can always tell me.”

I break down not caring at the moment. I tell him everything about our argument. He nodded understandingly. “I won’t tell him. Have a safe flight Y/n!” I gave him a big hug and then left the Hype House. I went to my car, put all my stuff and went to the hotel.

| Vinnie’s POV |

I went downstairs to make things right with Y/n. She’s right. I have been upstairs all day playing Valorant. I didn’t even pay attention to the fact that she’s leaving on Sunday. I’m at the bottom of the stairs and walk in the living room and expect to see Y/n but she isn’t there. I stand there confused. Where could she have gone? It’s only 1:00am. She’s usually downstairs on the couch sleeping or watching TV.

I start looking around the house to try and find her. I bumped into Alex while looking for her. “Hey man! Have you seen Y/n? I really need to talk to her.” He looked at me like I was fucking dumb. “ Are we just going to act like you didn’t blatantly ignore Y/n while she was here for a FUCKING WEEK.” What the hell is he going on about? “ I didn’t ignore her I was just pla-” He cuts me off “You see that’s where you’re wrong. You ignored this whole week because of that fucking game. You might as fucking well date the game instead off Y/n.” What the fuck? “You do same fucking thing with Kouvr!” Now he looked beyond fucking pissed “NO! Me and you are different when it comes to the game. Yeah I play a heck of a lot.”

Finally we’ve come to an agreement “Exactly!” He put his finger up to stop me. “ But I at least get off when I’m asked to. I don’t play especially when she isn’t here permanently or she has to leave. I spend time with her. While you after numerous time that Y/n asked you to get off nicely and waited 3 fucking days for you to get off. You STILL didn’t do the least to talk to her or see how she was doing.”

I looked down to the floor in realization of how bad I fucked up. “ I want to apologize to her, Alex. To tell her how sorry I am. So if you could please just tell me where she is.” I looked at him he looked at and said the words I never thought I’d hear him say. “She left. She took the first flight back to Seattle. She’s already on board Vin. She uh- she left an hour ago.”

My eyes widen and I grab my keys and hoodie. I walk out to my car and get in. I booked a flight to Seattle and started driving to the airport

I just arrived in Seattle. Almost 5 minutes away from Y/n’s apartment.

5 min later

I’m in front of her apartment trying to get the courage to knock on her door. Fuck it. I leave the rental car, locking it. I walk up the steps to Y/n’s apartment and get to her door. I knock on the door. I can hear her soft footsteps coming closer to the door. She opens the door.

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If I’m being completely honest I know nothing about the hype house anymore.

I don’t even know who lives there anymore. I tried though.

#vinniehacker #angst

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spaceman-earthgirl · 3 years

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#33 for supercorp

33. “Hi! Yes...umm...I’ve been a little bit stabbed.”

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Okay, Kara can admit it now, even if it’s just to herself, she might have a tiny, like miniscule, crush on her best friend. Nothing major, just, you know, she’s head over heels in love with her and would do absolutely anything for Lena, just little feelings like that.

Which is why when her phone rings and Lena’s face lights up the screen, her heart skips in her chest and she feels suddenly warm.

She can’t help but smile as she answers the phone.

(She’s glad Alex isn’t around to tease her about it).

“Hey, Lena.” A pause. “Lena?” Kara frowns, instantly on alert when Lena doesn’t immediately talk.

“Hi! Yes...umm...I’ve been a little bit stabbed.”

Kara’s already out the window. “What! Where are you? Are you okay?”

By the time Lena has answered, Kara has already found her heartbeat across the city and is heading towards her. “I’m in the hospital, I’m okay, they fixed me up and gave me some drugs but I want to see you.”

Some of the panic eases in Kara’s chest as she lands outside the hospital. She almost flies straight to the floor Lena is on but doesn’t want to draw too much attention to herself or Lena. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“It’s only a little stab, knew you were busy, I saw the news.”

Kara can hear it now, the effect of the drugs Lena is on, the slight accent to her words and how she’s not forming full sentences. She’d think it’s cute if not for the worry still strong in her chest.

“You know, any time, for any reason, all you have to do is call and I’ll be there.”

Kara can hear the smile in Lena’s voice. “I know.”

Kara briefly pauses her conversation to ask a nurse for directions and then she finds Lena, lying in a hospital bed, looking tiny, swamped in the white sheets. It’s not a good sign that she can’t immediately see where Lena is hurt, that it’s covered by the blankets.

“Lena,” Kara breathes, too quiet for the woman herself to hear, more of the panic abating in her chest at seeing Lena’s okay with her own two eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine but they won’t let me leave.”

“I think that should be up to the doctors and not you.”

“I’m a doctor,” Lena points out.

“A medical doctor.”

“Details,” Lena shrugs, followed by a wince at the movement.

“Try not to move too much,” Kara says, hand on Lena’s arm to still her. Or that’s Kara’s reasoning anyway, she keeps it there because Lena’s warm and it’s nice to have physical reassurance that she’s okay.

“Thank you for coming,” Lena smiles, eyes beginning to droop.

“Always. Now, why don’t you get some sleep.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” Lena asks, eyes wide and a little scared. Kara’s not sure if it’s because of what happened, which Kara assumes was yet another assassination attempt, or because she doesn’t want to be alone.

“Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise.”

“I promise.”

#supergirl #supercorp #prompt post #kara danvers #lena luthor #ask #itistakingover

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thedreamingfish99 · 2 years

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In a Tight Space Part 2

Jason Kolchek x Female Reader

Summary

Jason pressed you against a wall to hide from a creature. Things get warm. It's the same as part 1 but this is Jason's point of view!

Warnings: None

Words: 2.3K

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A/N: Hella Lads! I'm really sorry for being gone for a while. I got sick and I was honestly knock out for a whole week. I was putting all my strength in school and still ended up getting late in my work. I had a lot of catching up to do and little time to write. But I am finally back on track and I will try my best to write more from the time being. Thank you and enjoy!

Tags: @sothatsme-alex @songs-of-a-sirenqueen @stellaselysiandreams

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Jason helped you slide the dead monster off of you.

''Teaches you to mess with a Marine!'' He joked, trying to ease the tension. It was mostly for him, he got so scared when he saw you getting dragged away by that creature. He couldn't think of anything else than saving you and did everything he could to make it happen. And now that he saw you were safe, he felt overwhelmed with relief.

Jason held his hand to you, still laying on the floor while taking your breath. His heart jumped, even exhausted and dusty on the floor, you were beautiful.

You slid your hand in his, and he shivered at the touch. He helped you up in one strong pull, maybe too strong he realized when you stumble onto his chest. Jason was glad you couldn't see his face as he felt the heat reddened his cheeks and ears, from the feeling of having you pressed against him.

''You alright there?'' He managed to say after a while, his voice deeper than he intended, but he couldn't hide the effect that you had on him.

''Y-Yea, fine thanks'' He heard you say as you cleared your throat.

You didn't sound fine, and Jason wanted more than anything to ask you what was wrong, but as always he couldn't. His words just stuck in his throat.

It's always been like that with you. Jason felt an incredible attraction to you, making him unable to say what he truly wanted. He wished he could tell you just how much you meant to him, how splendid he thought you were. How he loved your eyes squinter every time you laughed and the beautiful smile you made every morning while greeting everyone. But Jason was so infatuated by you that none of those words would ever leave his throat, it was impossible and he knew it. He could never tell you how much he loved you.

Jason hummed since it was all he could do. He shifted his gaze to the ground, too disappointed in himself to even look at you anymore. His eyes fell on his rifle, right, he did drop it during the fight to stab the creature with the stake. He let out a quiet sigh and picked it up, and let his gaze wander around the room, trying to find the next step. If he was alone, he would probably go back to the catacombs, see if anyone else made it, but he didn't want to risk it with you. The last thing he wanted was to see you in a life or death situation again.

His gaze fell on you and his heart jumped when he met your beautiful eyes already staring at him with a shy blush blooming on your cheeks. In that instant, Jason knew he would go crazy if he lost you...

He pointed towards a dark tunnel, the only possible way without going backward.

''Need to move,'' He ordered. He came to the realization that you had no weapon to protect yourself with, nor even a light. He checked himself for a second only to remember he gave his handgun to Rachel earlier and had nothing left for you. He thought for a second about landing you his baseball cap to at least have a tiny light. But the thought of you wearing his cap made his heart speed up and heat rise in his body. Yea, bad idea... He shook his head to make the distracting image leave his mind and gave you a sorry look. ''Stay close.''

You nodded to him. Jason took a deep breath, lifted his rifle, and started walking through the dark tunnel. He could hear your quiet steps behind him, you were following his orders, staying close to him. So close in fact that he could smell your faint sweet scent with each and every breath he took. He loved it, how could you still smell so good after being stuck in this hellhole for so long?

''I hope everyone's made it...'' He heard you sigh.

Jason abruptly stopped and looked at you over his shoulder. His heart winced at your worried features, he wanted to make you feel better more than anything.

''Me too, but I'm glad y-'' A loud screeching interrupted him. He listened closely, concentrating on the growling and trying to figure out where exactly the creature was coming from. It was way too close for comfort, especially since you had no weapon on you, he couldn't risk getting you hurt in combat, or worse...

Jason rapidly looked around, his eyes searching for a place to hide when they suddenly landed on a tight opening in the wall, deep enough to hide the both of you. He closed his lamps and grabbed your wrist, too busy dragging you to safety to think about your skin contact. He quickly slid through the opening, placing his rifle on his side, then pulled you in, placing you right in front of him.

Your chest was pressed against his, your legs intertwined. Jason really wished he could move further to step away from you, but there wasn't enough space to move an inch. You were close, so close. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, your warmth going through his clothes, and your smell stronger than ever. Jason was absolutely engulfed by you and your proximity. He felt an intense heat rushing through his whole body, reddening his face. He didn't know how long he would be able to stay still like this while having you pressed against him. He needed to get out soon if he didn't wanna do something stupid.

You lifted your head to look at him, your nose brushing against his jaw. Jason had to look away, he knew he wouldn't be able to stare at your face from so close without kissing you.

He tried concentrating on the danger outside, trying to see the creature through the darkness. Well, he tried... But all he could think about was pressing his body against yours, even more, caressing all of your curves while tasting your lips. Jason could feel his blood rushing down to his stomach and further...

NO!

Kolchek get a hold of yourself! He thought to himself, trying to keep calm and cooling down his body. No more naughty thoughts. No.

''Is that your gun that I'm feeling or are you just happy to see me?''

Fuck! Jason jerked his head towards you, feeling the panicking flooding in him. Did he..? Did you really..? No, he kept it cool enough, you couldn't have... right?

Jason stared at you for a while until he took in your embarrassed state. You were joking. He felt relief replacing his panic. But seeing you so flustered, blush on your cheeks, it was such a good look on you. Jason wondered how good you would look heavy breathing against him, lips parted and lust filling your beautiful eyes.

He needed to know.

Without ever leaving your eyes, he pressed his body even closer to yours. Jason tilted his head down so his forehead could meet yours, and felt his cap pushed up a little with the intervention of your scalp, but he didn't care. He could feel your hot breath hitting his face, seeing your lips parted made him grin. That was a first step in the right direction. Jason could feel his heartbeat go wild while he was moving closer to you and taking in your smell and your precious image. He used to be so shy around you, but having you pressed against him, stuck in this tiny crack. It made his mind go crazy, his lust and his needs overpowering his shyness, taking control of his whole body. He couldn't think about anything except needing more, more of you.

The Lieutenant slid his leg in between yours and gripped onto your waist to pull you even closer than he thought was possible.

''K-Kolchek I-''

''Shh...''

He stopped you, pressing a finger on your soft and tempting lips. He didn't want you to break him out of his trance, he didn't want to go back to his shyness.

''Vampire's still close.'' Is all he said.

He had honestly no idea where the creature was, but as long as it wasn't disturbing the two of you, he couldn't care less.

Jason felt his hand moving to your face, in need of contact with your bare skin. He couldn't control himself as his hand brushed against your jaw, slowly moving to your cheeks. He then pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, and Jason's heart skipped a beat while doing so. He had always wanted to do this sweet gesture and he felt childishly accomplished by doing so.

He stared at you for a while, taking in all of the small details in your face, every tiny scar, every little bump, every freckle, everything that made you so breathtaking to him. He enjoyed taking in your features from so close, and he felt pride bloom in his chest as he looked at you doing the same with his own features, a heavy blush on your cheeks. Jason almost laughed as he watched your eyes widen when you realized you got caught staring.

''You know,'' He murmured. ''You put us in this tricky situation.''

You surprised him as a cheeky grin grew on your face. You grabbed onto his belted and pulled him hard towards you. Jason felt his hips hitting yours and he couldn't help the blood rushing down to this newfound friction on his crotch. He couldn't hide his shocked state as he felt his pants tightening. But he quickly regained his composure, he wasn't gonna let you toy with him like this. He tightened his grip around your waist and held your chin, your touch almost burning his skin. Jason let his eyes wander on your face before landing on your lips. They were a nice pink and looked incredibly soft, he licked his lips unconsciously. It was taking him every bit of strength not to kiss you right now. But the more he stared, the least he could control himself as he tilted his head more. You leaned in as well, making his nose brush against your cheek. His hot breath was mixing with yours, his sense of smell intoxicated by your sweet scent. He wanted to taste you so bad. Jason's whipped his glare back to meet yours, full of want.

''Fuck it.''

He swore, giving in to his impulses. His heart exploded as he crashed his lips onto yours. Eyes closed, he melted into the kiss, happy to feel you reciprocate the act. His lips moved passionately on yours, never wanting it to stop. You tasted just as sweet as your scent and Jason couldn't feel more content. He was totally engulfed in the kiss and gladly reached with his tongue when he felt your lips slightly opening. Jason could feel his whole body burning as the kiss intensified while you wrapped your arms around his neck and his heart melted when you started caressing his hair. It felt so good. His baseball cap suddenly fell off his head from your touch, and without really thinking about it, Jason quickly grabbed it in its fall, showing off his amazing reflexes while never breaking the kiss. He couldn't help but grin, feeling yet another childish pride blooming within him. You chuckled in the kiss and his heart jumped. It was such an adorable sound.

Jason pulled back, breaking the kiss as you both needed to catch a well-deserved breath. He pressed his forehead against yours, not wanting to move away from you yet. The man couldn't help but glare into your eyes, feeling his heart close to giving in to all the love he felt for you at this instant. You kissing him back, showing your feelings towards him? It was all he wanted for so long.

Jason let his hands climb up your body, brushing against every bit of skin he could, feeling every single of your beautiful curves to end up cupping your face.

He caressed your nose with his in a sweet manner, his smile growing with yours, before gently pressing a kiss on your lips. Soft and loving, he wanted you to feel his true intentions towards you, he wanted you to know the extent of his love and how much he cared for you.

"I've been wanting this for a long time." He quietly said, making your heart jump.

"Me too."

You smiled a each other for a while, then he place a light kiss on your nose. Jason never felt more content than at this moment. He had you against him, wrapped in his arms, he had kissed you. you were finally his. But as much as he wanted to keep you in here with him forever, he needed to get you out of here, he needed you back on the surface to safety. And he would make sure that then, a moment like these would be extremely frequent.

"We should head back. We ain't safe here."

Jason moved outside, quickly replacing his pants, then turned to watch you as you followed him out of your hiding place. He suddenly felt the urge to place his baseball cap on your head, he wanted to see you wear it more than anything. He knew you would look so adorable with it and he wouldn't be able to resist you... He turned his head to hide the blush on his cheeks. He needed to make it happen at some point. You, a bed, his cap? Oh god...

"Lead the way Lieutenant."

He smirked at the sound of your voice, thinking back to what had just happened between the two of you. He turned at you and winked.

"Yes Ma’am."

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A/N: So that was Jason's P.O.V for this story, I hope you guys like it! I'm truly sorry for the wait. Much love

#house of ashes x reader #dark pictures x reader #house of ashes #house of ashes jason #house of ashes story #jason kolchek fic #jason kolchek x reader #the dark pictures anthology #dark pictures house of ashes #jason kolchek

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temilyrights · 2 years

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i can’t hear you (you’re too far away) - chapter two

Alex Blake x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alex learns who scratch is and you discover what you did.

Word Count: 2k.

A/N: Hi besties...I’m SO sorry about the long ass wait on this second chapter. A lot has been going on the last six months or so (2021 f*cking sucked) and I lost motivation for this one for a good old while...however, I'm back and it will definitely not be six months between updates again.

Link to other chapters

Warnings: vomit, major spoliers for the scratch storyline, and a load more angst (my gif)

Alex’s head is thumping by the time the team has told her everything. It’s a lot to take in, Peter Lewis, or ‘Scratch’ as the team call him, had managed to warp the minds of innocent people to kill their loved ones. It made her feel sick.

“So, what’s next?” She rasps, running a frustrated hand through her hair as she looks at Prentiss. Her throat is still rough and scratchy, it hurts to talk, and she should be resting it, but she can’t, not when her mind is full of questions, she doesn’t yet have answers to.

“The team will look over everything again in the morning. Knowing Scratch was involved changes things.” She says, looking around the room at the team, who all nod in agreement. “He’s getting more and more efficient with his drug. He used a dosage strong enough that it remained in Y/N’s system after surgery.”

Prentiss takes a breath, dipping her head slightly. “We’re in uncharted territory here. We’ve never seen his drug mixed with anything else. Hopefully, the general anaesthetic and pain medication hasn’t altered the effects of it, but it is a possibility.”

Alex’s stomach twists. “What are you saying?”

“I’m not saying anything yet.”

“You think the effects of the drug may be permanent? That whenever she sees me, it will enact that sort of response.” She feels sick. Her hand absentmindedly brushes against the fragile bruising on her throat.

The hatred in your eyes was going to be forever burned into her memory. The idea that she may never get to see you smile or laugh in her presence again. Alex couldn’t-

“We’re jumping to conclusions here,” Rossi interjects. “There’s no evidence of that.”

Prentiss nods. “It’s been a horrible day. Everyone go home, and we’ll regroup in the morning. Miller, get some rest, and I’ll contact you. Y/N likely won’t remember the incident, so we will need to handle this carefully.”

“I’ll meet you at the precinct tomorrow,” Alex says, mind still swarming with horrid possibilities.

“That won’t be necessary.” Prentiss objects stiffly. Everyone stills as Alex frowns, her head snapping back to look at her.

“I want to help. I’m not trying to step on anyone's toes here, but I have a doctorate in linguistics. I could analyse the transcripts of previous interviews; maybe I’ll see something you didn’t.”

“A fresh set of eyes couldn’t hurt.” JJ intervenes before Prentiss can say anything else. “And Alex is just as motivated as us to find Scratch.”

Prentiss stares at Alex for a long moment before nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay,” JJ breathes, sending Alex a reassuring smile. She walks over and pats her arm, “Come on, I’ll give you a lift home.”

Alex nods and lets JJ guide her from the room. Reid joins them too, and Alex tunes out their chatter as she stares out the window of the car, only half watching the city pass her by as her mind swarms with all the information she’d learnt today.

“Why didn’t you mention any of this in your letters?” She rasps, not turning away from the window as she cuts through their conversation.

It’s silent for a moment before Reid murmurs, “I didn’t want you to worry,”

“You lied to me.” She bites, looking in the rear-view mirror so she can see Reid, who quickly ducks his head.

“I didn’t-”

“You told me Hotch had retired!” Her voice cracks, and she breaks into a coughing fit. Sharp coughs that bring tears to her eyes while her throat burns. It’s unfair to direct her anger at him; she knows that. She’s really just angry at herself for not being there for you, for leaving, for being a coward.

“Alex,” JJ says worriedly, shooting her a couple of looks as she drives.

“I’m fine.” She heaves between coughs, waving her hand to signal that JJ should keep driving.

It takes a moment, but she eventually gains control of herself again and sinks back into the seat with exhaustion. She looks at Reid through the mirror and mutters, “I just wish you’d told me. I could’ve helped.”

Reid meets her gaze, eyes pleading for her to understand. “You left. I didn’t want to drag you back in.”

“Yeah,” She sighs, head-turning back towards the window. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t have.”

She enjoyed teaching at Harvard, but Boston didn’t feel like home even after two years. Not in the same way D.C. had. She’d found a family in the BAU and had abandoned that to save an already doomed marriage.

After her marriage had finally ended, she’d thought of returning but had stayed away, in part to punish herself for all the hurt she’d caused, but also because it was the one thing you’d asked of her, and Alex owed you that, never mind how much it hurt.

It had been a month after her departure from the BAU that Alex had first tried reaching out to you. She wasn’t even sure what she would have said because at that point, she didn’t have a reason, not a good one anyway, and she knew you’d be insulted by an apology. Looking back, she realises she just wanted to hear your voice.

But you never responded. Alex tried for weeks, but all her calls had gone unanswered, and you’d eventually given word through Reid that you wanted her to stop contacting you. You wanted nothing to do with her.

So, she stayed away.

The car pulls to a stop in front of her townhouse. Alex turns to JJ and smiles, “Thank you for the lift.”

“No worries. I’ll swing by and pick you up in the morning.”

“Great. Thank you.” Alex says as she unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the car door. Her car was still at the hospital. She looks back at Reid, “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

Reid smiles hesitantly, “It’s okay.”

Alex clears her throat and steps out of the car. “Goodnight. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Night, Alex.” They both call before she shuts the car door and makes her way up the steps to her house. She pauses to wave goodbye as the car drives away before making her way inside.

It’s late, closing in on 11 pm, and exhaustion has sneaked into every part of her body. Her head is still pounding, her throat is rough and painful, and she desperately wants to fall into bed. Instead, she sits down and writes emails to the correct people, informing them she’d be taking time off due to a family emergency. They wouldn’t see them until the morning, but it helped her relax knowing it was handled. She also sends a couple of texts to James, giving him a brief rundown of the situation. He’d sent her a few worried messages earlier in the day, obviously having caught wind of her running off of campus.

They’d remained friends after the divorce. Alex still loved him, just not in the way she was meant to love her husband. He was happy in a relationship with a new woman, and she had no ill feelings towards it. She wanted him to find the happiness she couldn’t provide him.

She’s practically a zombie by the time she makes it into her bedroom. It doesn’t take her long to fall asleep, but your eyes, deep with hatred and the hurtful words you’d thrown at her, plague her dreams the entire night.

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Emily ducks out of your hospital room for the third time that morning, phone to her ear and talking in hushed tones as she closes the door behind her. You try to read her lips through the window, but she turns away, stopping your efforts.

She’d explained that you and Alvez had been in a car accident when you’d woken properly and been able to absorb the information, but you knew she wasn’t telling you everything.

She was your best friend; you’d known her for over a decade, so you were well versed in reading her behaviour, and you’d gotten particularly good at working out when she was hiding something.

You shift in the bed, trying to relieve the pressure on your ribs, which was difficult with your leg in a sling. The pain meds were beginning to wear off, and your whole body ached in protest.

You couldn’t wait to get home to your bed, but from the way the doctors spoke and the fact it’s a two-hour flight home, the odds of that happening any time soon weren’t promising.

It’s not long before she hangs up the phone. She takes a deep, steadying breath before turning around and entering your room, the same performative smile back on her face. You don’t know why she does it, her exhaustion was evident, and you didn’t need to be a profiler to see the deep bags under her eyes.

“How are you feeling?” She asks softly, sinking into the chair beside your bed.

“The same way I did when you asked me ten minutes ago.” You huff in amusement.

A genuine smile briefly brushes across her face before she tips her head back and releases a deep sigh.

“That bad?” You ask

Her eyes snap back to yours, “Huh?”

“There’s something you aren’t telling me.”

“No-” She immediately tries to defend, but you cut her off with a wave of your hand and a roll of your eyes.

“Prentiss, save it. I’m a big girl; whatever it is, I can take it. Just tell me.” When her resolve doesn’t soften, you sigh, eyes pleading. “Please.”

She shifts in her chair, looking away briefly. “It can wait.”

“It obviously can’t. You’ve taken three calls since I’ve woken up, and not to think highly of myself but considering it is midday and not one other member of the team has dropped by yet, something bad must have happened.”

She releases a deep sigh, and you know you’ve won. Though the way she squares her shoulder has the proud smile slipping from your face, and you quickly prepare for a blow.

“I told you that you had to be taken back for a second surgery after some complications.”

You nod, unable to find your voice.

“When you first woke up, you tore your stitches open. You saw someone and went into a blind rage, screaming and shouting and trying to hurt them.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “I couldn’t have? I would never.”

Your eyes fall to your hands. You had noticed the scratch marks on them but had assumed they’d been from the accident, even if it hadn’t looked quite right.

“We believe Scratch was involved. That somehow, he arrived at that accident before the others and drugged you. We did a tox screen, but the drugs were gone from your system, so we don’t have any evidence. Tara flew in from Quantico this morning to do a cognitive with Alvez to see if he remembers anything.”

You shake your head again, trying and failing to wrap your head around everything. “Was he drugged too then?”

“No. Just you.”

“But why? We were both there?”

Emily clears her throat, “It’s only a theory, but we believe Scratch knew that being here was difficult for you. Manipulating your already heightened sense of anxiety was easier and guaranteed you’d react to the drug.”

Your stomach drops, and tears form in your eyes. Being in Boston was difficult, and the way Emily was looking at you-

“Who did I hurt?” You whisper.

Emily is silent, unable to hold your gaze.

“Prentiss!” You say urgently, “Who did I hurt?”

“Alex.”

Your ears ring, drowning out Emily as she continues to talk. You lurch for the bowl beside you and empty your stomach contents. You hadn’t eaten since the accident, so all that comes up is stomach acid that burns your throat. Tears stream down your cheeks as she stands to rub your back and whisper words of comfort.

“I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.”

You vomit again—too many conflicting emotions coursing through your body all at once.

Not Alex.

Anyone, but Alex.

“I don’t want to see her.” You choke. “Don’t make me see her.”

Emily doesn’t say anything, just rubs your back as you vomit again.

It was all too much.

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hrh-prince-butt · 3 years

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okay fine, guys! i wrote the fic (based on this post)

Oscar Diaz didn’t know who he had expected to find at his doorstep at 10 in the morning, but it probably wasn’t the prince of England.

“Henry! What the hell are you doing here?”

He looked like he was about to throw up. Or shit himself. Either way, he definitely looked like someone whose nerves were about to manifest through one hole or another.

“Mr. Diaz.” Henry’s tone was weirdly formal. He took a deep breath, and thankfully no shit or vomit came. “I’m here to ask for your blessing to marry your son.”

Oh God, this was a terrible idea. Henry was in half the mind to just turn around and run. He should not have done this. Why had he done this? It wasn’t like he needed anyone’s blessing to marry Alex.

Mr. Diaz didn’t say anything, which made it all worse. He just crossed his arms and regarded Henry with an utterly unreadable look. Oh, Henry felt like he was going to faint. Desperate to fill the silence, he kept talking:

“I, er… I have been planning to propose for a while. Bought the ring a few weeks ago. I’m either going to do it in the garden by the White House where we had our first kiss, or at this really romantic spot we both like. Obviously the first option is more sentimental, but the other place is sort of secluded and there’s this beautiful lake and…” He was well aware that he was rambling like an idiot, but he wasn’t sure he could stop himself. “I know that asking for the father’s blessing is quite old fashioned, and also it’s usually the father of the future bride, but-”

“Ay, it’s too early in the day for this many words,” Mr. Diaz said, interrupting Henry’s mortifying ramblings. “You’re going to run out of air.”

Henry nodded, weirdly grateful for the intervention, and nervously waited for whatever would come next.

“You know, Henry… I just don’t know if I can give you my blessing.”

Oh no. Oh dear. This was going even worse than Henry had imagined. He should just run. Maybe they didn’t have to invite Mr. Diaz to the wedding. No, was absurd. They couldn’t just not invite Alex’s dad. No, Henry would just have to avoid him, at the wedding and for the rest of his life.

“Why don’t you come in and have a beer with me?”

That was the last thing Henry wanted right now but, in spite of his own wishes, his legs started moving, forcing him into Mr. Diaz’s living room.

Oscar set two beers down on the table and sat down facing Henry, who looked like he was actually about to faint.

Was he taking this too far? He had thought it would be fun to mess with the prince, but the poor guy looked ready to get up and bolt from here.

Ah, what the hell, he thought. You only have the fun you make for yourself.

“So,” he said. “What makes you think you’re good enough to marry my son?”

Oscar did almost feel bad, seeing the look on Henry’s face. To his credit, Henry quickly recovered, and met Oscar’s eyes with regained resolution.

“I don’t know if I am,” he said. “But I love Alex. I love him so much. And if he wants to marry me, I will do everything I can, every day, to be someone who is good enough for him.”

Well, damn. “Yeah, well, you know what I think, Henry?”

Oscar leaned back in his seat and took a long swig of his beer. There was something almost satisfying about keeping Henry practically vibrating with anticipation. Just for dramatic effect, and to really drive the performance home, he set the beer down as slowly as humanly possible, before finally looking back at Henry.

“I can’t wait to get the wedding invitation.”

Henry’s brain was definitely not processing whatever was happening, but Mr. Diaz held up his beer and gestured for him to do the same. He had seemed dead serious just a moment ago, but now he was… grinning? Henry’s hands caught up faster than his mind, and he held up his own beer, more as a reflex than because he actually understood what was happening, and Mr. Diaz clinked his bottle against Henry’s.

“Er… sorry?”

“You have my blessing, Henry!” Mr. Diaz said, as though it was obvious. As though that’s what he had been telling him all along. “Of course you do.”

Henry blinked, slowly. “But… But I thought you said…?”

Mr. Diaz laughed heartily. “I was messing with you. Jesus, you’re a bit slow today, eh?”

Henry could feel the embarrassment colour his face a bright shade of red. “RIght. Yeah, I… Sorry.”

He went to take a sip of his beer, at the same time as Mr. Diaz went for a friendly - but strong - clap on his back, which resulted in Henry’s beer spilling down his own shirt. Christ, this was the most embarrassing day of his life. When would his suffering end?

“Listen, mijo.” Mr. Diaz put a hand on his shoulder, and Henry really tried not to tense up and make even more of a fool of himself. “I can’t think of a better person marrying my son. Ah, well, maybe a few. But my point is, I’m happy it’s you, because I know Alex will be happy with you. And I guess you’re not the worst son-in-law I could ask for, either.”

Henry smiled, finally allowing himself to be relieved. “Thank you, sir.”

“I mean, you are so much fun to mess with. Seriously, that was great. You should’ve seen your face.” He laughed, leaning back in his chair a little. His laugh reminded Henry of Alex’s, full and genuine, and quite infectious. “Honestly, this’ll be great stuff for my speech at the wedding. Maybe even a story for the grandkids, eh?”

God, Henry was never going to live this down. He could already picture Alex laughing at him when he heard the story. Even without the part where Mr. Diaz had been messing with him, Alex would find it hilarious that Henry had even asked for his blessing in the first place.

He was going to propose to Alex. Suddenly, it felt very real. Much more real than it had, even when he bought the ring. Perhaps even a little too real for Henry’s liking.

“You’re making that face again, like you’re about to faint or something. Everything okay?” Mr. Diaz asked.

Henry swallowed nervously. “Do you think he’ll say yes?”

He didn’t know what kind of response he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for Mr. Diaz to burst out laughing. “Do I think Alex is gonna say yes when you propose to him? Jesus, Henry, do you even know the guy you’re marrying? Of course he is gonna say yes!”

When Henry still looked nervous, Mr. Diaz continued: “Alex loves you. It’s almost annoying. Whenever I speak to him it’s Henry this, Henry that. If you seriously think he might not want to marry you, you are an idiot.”

Henry nodded, taking a deep breath. Yeah, he probably was an idiot, wasn’t he? “Mh. I think you’re right.”

“Yes, obviously. Now, c’mon, let’s have another toast.” Mr. Diaz raised his bottle again with a big smile. “To you and Alex. And to me, for blessing your union or whatever.”

Henry grinned back. “To a very blessed union.”

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falasta · 2 years

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Curtain call from Vienna, April 7.

Stage notes are under the cut--warnings for ramblings, sometimes incomprehensible flailing, and excessive amounts of Alexander Aulerstrap Simping:

I love love love love love this show so much!!!!

The stage extends out on the sides of theater—since the Cats can’t come out into the audience, they have another playground with ladders and tunnels and ledges they can climb around on to be closer to the audience! Sitting on the side (as I was at this performance is *chef’s kiss* when it comes to Cats interaction!!

The Cats do get to use the Green eyes on the stage and the wings! So they aren’t going through the audience but it’s still a really fun effect!

This orchestra!!!

Demeter comes out and scurries away and THEN .. The Aulerstrap Appears!

The cats jump, crawl, scurry, and roll on to the stage from various points in the set. Cassandra is going to be my buddy for the duration of this show.

Jo Lucy Rackham as Rumpelteazer decides that I am going to be the Person She Stares Down during Naming of Cats and she is seriously creepy! A+

You all know my love for both Munk and Alexander Auler ... and oh my goodness is his Munkustrap one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. His facial expressions are so delicate and expressive. His Munkustrap is gentle and extremely protective. He has such a strong physical presence on stage—moving so carefully and deliberately, but then also just absolutely leaping and running around!

First time seeing Hannah Kenna Thomas and is she beautiful as Victoria! Mesmerizing to see her solo in moonlit spotlight.

We get Stephen Martin Allan as Misto and he is such a sassy, confident, wiggly boy!

Alex Auler said his favorite song in the Musical is “Gumbi” and it shows!

I loved watching him this! Munkustrap is so very happy to introduce the Gumbi Cat – stepping around the stage (kittens) with lovely little developpés and just overall being precious and so much fun to watch. The trio is adorable of course. And oh my goshhhh Munk does a little swaying during the second verse when Jenny is between his feet and then after she’s unwrapped he and Misto do a little toe tap together! Anneke is Jennyanydots tonight and she does a spectacular job. The tap number is tons of fun! (Also the trio Queens have high heeled tap shoes different than the roaches, which is kind of interesting!)

Alex Snova as Tugger continues to be big and bold and just thoroughly enjoying himself. Aulerstrap tries his best to get everyone out of the way! Halfway through the number he prevents Teazer and Jerrie from coming down to join the fun, presumably concerned for their Moral Character. They get some gentle strokes as consolation. Everyone gets in on it when Tugger runs around after his number—it’s just too much fun!

Carbucketty and Bill Bailey pawing at Bustopher’s spats is just the cutest thing ever!! Carbucketty spends more time on my side and Nathan Luke is precious.

o Lucy and Jan-Eike are once again incredibly fun as Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer. During the show they play a stacking game with their hands, chase each other up the ladder on the right hand side, and at one point have a spat with Jerrie huffing away and Teazer left crying!!!

Munkustrap is surprised and uncertain when Tugger starts singing—this isn’t his usual method of introduction! He cocks his head and looks sideways with his eyes as he listens to Tugger who is NOT making his usual chaotic entrance. He runs over to see if Tugger is being serious, and is thrilled to see that he is!

We all need to have a word about Aulerstrap’s voice and that High Note and the expression on his face as he sings it. And I also want to point out that Florian Fetterle had a gorgeous voice as Munkustrap and did just as beautiful a job. Well done with your casting Vienna!

Munkustrap releases the kittens and Old D is here! Time for the Show!

Victoria is Super Excited and runs to Munk, who swoops her up and swings her around.

Munkstrap has a few serious conversations with individual cats to get organized. Tugger is being a pain as usual and gets booted. The Awful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles is announced and Munkustrap steps dramatically around the stage! He is SO excited! Let’s start with the barks. The first few are a little too quiet and Munkustrap has to beckon with his hands and a frustrated look on his face to get them to Bark Louder! Teazer and Carbucketty start out well with their section but then fall apart, leading to exasperation. Munkustrap practiced, y’all! He practiced his growly Police Dog voice and the Police Dog walk and everything! He is quite pleased and proud to watch his March of the Pollicles however and points out how well they are doing to Old D!

Tugger comes skipping out and clearly does not understand how bagpipes work because he isn’t blowing on them. Somehow the bagpipes play anyway .. and then Munkustrap has to use his Big Voice to calm everyone down. The Rumpus Cat appears, takes a few swipes at Munk, and then everyone runs up to Old Deuteronomy—Munkustrap is SO excited to see how his wonderful play has been received!! Sadly they are interrupted by another Macavity scare.

The Jellicle Ball from beginning to end is beautiful and gorgeous and so much fun!! Stephan Martin Allan in particular gives 110% and goes All Out. Everyone joins in for Warsaw and it is just amazing. To see the original choreography in all its glory, watching these amazing dancers go all out.

The Demestrap in this show is just adorable. Munkustrap keeps giving her shy little glances and smiles, demurely flirting through his eyelashes (I’m going to say right here that Aulerstrap is a TOTAL FLIRT with everyone—including the audience). They have cuddles during the sensuals section. During Gus Demeter crawls under his arms and they have some sweet grooming time before Munkustrap has to sneak away for Growltiger.

Barbara Obermeier is the smilingest Jellyorum ever and I adore her.

Growltiger is now a snappy Jazzy number (which quite frankly is incredibly catchy.) The Raffish crew sings the chorus and are abused, frightened babies.

Skimbleshanks starts up and everyone is SO HAPPY!!

Munkustrap loves Skimble! He leaps to get his wheel for the train and absolutely goes All Out—bouncing and bopping with a huge grin on his face and kicking that wheel with all he’s got!

Alex and Nick go at it 100% during the Macavity fight. Interestingly Florian Fetterle did a whole cartwheel over Macavity but Auler just does a slide. Alexanderstrap collapses on stage right in front of me. Front row seat to the very lovely Silhouetted Demetrap moment.

Watching Misto descend the rope is spectacular!! SPARKLY BOY!! Stephen Martin Allan is a sassy, wiggly, confident Misto and a ton of fun to watch! Tugger gets the audience to clap during the Conjuring Turns and the whole theater goes for it! SO GREAT I LOVED IT!!!

Grizabella. I had the perfect spot to watch Old Deut with Munkustrap, Gus, Jelly and Victoria. The other cats are looking away. Munkustrap’s face journey during this part is one of my favorite parts of the show-I have so many screenshots of Michael Gruber’s beautiful face during memory. Florian Munk actually start by facing away, but Aulerstrap keeps his face forward, though he looks down or slightly away at part of the song.

Expressions go from distrust to caution to concern to pity and he looks to Old D for confirmation. Again with Auler’s beautiful expressions 🥺. Grizabella falls and the cats all start forward in concern until Jemima begins to sing.

Munk goes up to Old Deuteronomy for confirmation of the choice, and then Grizabella is handed from cat to cat until she gets to Munk and Old D. The cats follow her and as she hesistates Munkustrap stretches out and bows down to her with his whole body and all the cats follow and 😭😭 it is SUCH a gorgeous moment!!! Old Deuteronomy wraps Grizabella up in his arms as they ascend and !!!

And here are my hurried stage notes because why not: 🙄

Aulerstrap:

SO Gentle and sweet and lovely and expressive

SO Expressive

The Physicality

Bark louder!!! Munkustrap standing there directing the barks and gesturing for the cats to bark LOUDER please!! Guys we rehearsed this!

Eyerolls/Tugger

Tugger and Munk have an arms around the waist hug during Skimbleshanks and then proceed to be adorable on the tire.

Pirate Munk and Pirate Tugger

Demestrap Shy Flirting omg so CUTE!!! Aulerstrap giving her shy little side glances and smiles and demurely looking up through his lashes. Gently stroking her when she allows it.

The SMILE

The VOICE

Victoria—mesmerizing Hanna Kennah Thomas

Munkustrap STARES INTO YOUR SOUL

Crawls during Macavity scare

The way he LEAPS around the stage!!!

Just absolutely RUNS

He’s so HUGE

But in a nice way

Moves very, very gracefully and deliberately

Constant little secret smiles and conferences with other cats

Gentle kitten checking-in

SUPER protective during Grizabella. No ONE shall touch!!!

Tugger 😂😂

He is really concerned about Teazer and Jerries’s moral welfare ok???

He’s trying to Protect all the Cats from Tugger’s influence!!!!

This Munk is very concerned about all the Cats and really doesn’t like Grizabella

The way he BOLTS from MACAVITY!!!

Just absolutely climbs all over the set!!

The way he LEAPS down when Macavity tries to drag Demeter away

VERY good at the fight

Very tender Demestrap moment

Watching him during Grizabella !!!!

OH MY GOD UP UP UP TO THE RUSSEL HOTEL

The way he BOWS TO HER WITH HIS WHOLE BODY

THE LOOK ON HIS FACE

Cassandra I love you but can you please stop blocking my view??

Teazer and Jerrie are SO CUTE!!!!

Also they are in love

I don’t think I’m going to see Anna Carina which is a bummer

But I really like Jo Lucy Rackham

Cori does NOT LIKE when Tugger does a Seduce on Tanto. Holds her possessively and hisses at Tugger

Snova Tugger is charismatic but also very warm and gentle

Tugger crawling up to Mungojerrie and getting him to crawl off the stage together before pirate

Munk I SAW YOU SNEAK OFF

Munk and Tugger hanging out in the oven 😂

Tugger poke poke poke poke poke

Nice somersault Pirate Munk!!

Pirate Munk has a crush on Griddlebone. Pirate Tugger doesn’t like that much

Nick Li during Tugger!

Nicki Li as Admetus has my heart and soul

He’s so happy! And Pretty! The Prettiest of Admetuses!!!!

When he lifts Victoria he is SO proud of himself

Like “Look at me! Look! I’m lifting this beautiful cat! Isn’t she gorgeous!”

Absolutely has a crush on Tugger no question

Aulerstrap is SO CUTE WITH THE TRAIN wheel!!!!

Skimbleshanks is absolutely the highlight of his day

Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce!!

Puts his wheel away so carefully

Munkustrap “bopping” during Mister Mistoffelees

Tugger just lounging around constantly, but so sweet and cute with all the other cats!!

Kittens are constantly coming up to Munk for some reassurance and scritches

Nathan Luke as carbucketty oh my godd!!! BABY!! Absolute Baby!!!

Also he looked at me and did a little “silent meow”

Stephan Martin Allan as Misto

Very confident, very sassy, VERY WIGGLY

Wiggly slinky flirty Misto XD

The way he’s so nervous before turning around to see Old D

(Look at his hands as if ... did they do what they needed to??)

Also CASSANDRA STOP BLOCKING MY VIEW (ilu but please do you have to sit *right there*?)

I love them all!!! They are so amazing. Every single performer puts their heart and soul into this performance

#Vienna Cats show review #stage notes #my ramblings #Unshamed Alex Aulerstrap simping #Sorry folks that what you signed up for when you followed me #it didn't get better when I saw this in person it got *worse*#Cats Vienna revival

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pastelwitchling · 3 years

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3x09 coda.

Michael had his arms hooked around Alex’s shoulders, clinging tightly to him as he thrusted, their gasps and moans echoing in the small space of the airstream. They could’ve gone to Alex’s house, with his spacious bed and big rooms, but as soon as they’d made it into Michael’s truck, after Michael had all but climbed onto Alex’s lap, kissing whatever of him he could reach, Alex had insisted they go to the airstream.

“I want to feel you everywhere,” he had whispered against Michael’s lips, and reached down, reveling in the bulge between Michael’s legs. “And it’s closer.”

So here they were, Michael thrusting and touching and clawing as Alex’s nails dragged down his back.

“I thought –” Michael grunted, “I thought I was – I was gonna –”

Alex dug his hands into Michael’s curls, effectively silencing him. He couldn’t seem to speak at all, his head hanging back as Michael went in all the way, their damp stomachs and chests pressed together.

Michael couldn’t help it. He had to reassure himself. He knew that Alex was okay, he could see him, but he needed more than anything to feel him. Alex’s legs tangled in his own, Alex’s thighs hard and deliciously damp, Alex’s hairy chest rising and falling with each breath, proving to Michael that he was alive. He was safe. He was here.

Michael bit at the crook of his neck, licked up the side, kissed his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his lips. Alex’s mouth hung open until Michael slotted their mouths together.

“Harder,” Alex pleaded against his lips. “Please . . .”

Whatever restraint Michael had managed was gone then, and he thrusted into him like an animal. He realized Alex needed to feel him just as desperately, to know that Michael was safe in his arms, that the darkness he’d spent so long fighting against hadn’t touched him. It made Michael want to hold on tighter, kiss him harder, thrust into him until he could see that they were safe, that nothing would ever scare him away again.

When they came, they came together, unafraid of waking anybody with their screams. It was just them here, miles away from anyone else. Fifteen minutes later, Alex’s eyes were closed as he lay on his back but he was still breathing heavily. Michael bit his lower lip as he raked through the hair on Alex’s chest with his fingers, marveling at the way Alex’s skin turned rosy, the way his nipples hardened, the way the hair was pulled back and fell down again as he tugged.

He pressed his palm flat against his chest, and raised his hand up to his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, eager to feel everything, to revel in every bit of warmth. Then he saw Alex’s eyes were open as he stared at the ceiling.

His lips were pursed as he exhaled deeply, but his brows were pinched slightly, in thought. Always in thought.

Michael leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his cheek. Alex blinked, seeming to remember where he was, and looked down. Michael took the chance to kiss his lips, his hand already cupping his cheek.

“You know I don’t blame you,” he whispered when they parted, his voice hoarse from groaning, “right?”

Alex’s lips tugged up into a half smile, able, as always, to see through Michael’s thoughts. “I know, Guerin. I don’t think you do.”

Michael swallowed. “But you used to.” It wasn’t a question. Alex didn’t answer, and Michael’s heart beat heavily. “I’m –”

“Please don’t,” Alex turned onto his side and wrapped an arm around Michael’s waist, pulling them unbearably close together. Michael’s fist curled against Alex’s chest like it belonged there. “Don’t tell me you’re sorry. I don’t want you to be sorry.”

Michael’s thumb traced Alex’s jaw, and Alex gripped his wrist, keeping him there. As if Michael would ever move away.

“Alex,” he said, “he’s not strong enough to hurt us. Not anymore.”

“It’s not that,” Alex said and swallowed, something fracturing in his eyes. Something that made Michael curl up into the warmth of the arm on his waist and lean in. “I – you’re –” he shook his head, huffing miserably. Michael pressed their foreheads together.

“You’re too good for him,” Alex whispered, his voice cracking, and Michael’s heart broke. “I don’t want to . . . I don’t want to lose you again, I can’t –”

“Shh,” Michael pressed his face into Alex’s neck. “Shh, baby. I’m here. I’m never leaving you.”

“You say that now, but –”

“I got you, Alex,” Michael promised into his skin, just as he’d promised on that ledge. “I always got you.” He said it again and again and again until it sunk in, until his hands had turned numb from rubbing Alex’s back and his stomach, until all Alex could feel was him.

“You’re mine, Alex,” he whispered, and shut his eyes at the hitch in Alex’s throat, like he was only now realizing what he meant to Michael. That was a mistake Michael would never make again. “All mine. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me. No matter who it is.”

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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shootingstarwritings · 3 years

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Keepin’ it in the Family

Manfred—Freddy for short—was a young man that spent his life in the shadow of his uncle’s side of the family. Meek, shy, unassuming, and more of an indoors type. “I’m more of a type B kind of fellow,” he would answer whenever someone asked him what kind of person he was. Meanwhile, Daniel Crawford and his son, Alex, were the exact opposite. Tall, strong, and always willing to get down and sweaty in an activity. They often dominated every family gathering and gleefully hogged the spotlight shined on them.

“Did you know Alex got a football scholarship… Daniel bought a second house… oh my gawd, li’l Danny got so buff last year, can’t believe he used to be my younger bro…!” On and on Freddy would hear until he got sick of it.

“Why dontcha join a team or somethin’, squirt?” his cousin Alex teased him while roughly messing up his hair. Although Freddy couldn’t deny his cousin was annoying and far too energetic, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. There was always an authenticity behind his invites to play football with his friends. He was brutish but kind. That was all.

Freddy’s uncle Daniel was a different story.

On a certain day during a family gathering, Daniel concerned Freddy in a hallway. “Perhaps if you applied yourself more," he once told Freddy, the disdain clear in his voice, "you'd get as far as my boy does in life." The rest of the family was just a few rooms away, but their cheerful voices were worlds away. “But until you do that, I want you to stop spending any time with Alex. Honestly don’t know why he wastes his precious youth on someone like you.”

Freddy didn't respond but nodded while glaring defiantly at the floor. He jumped back as his uncle grabbed him by the throat and forcefully tilted his head upwards. Freddy let out a sharp hiss of pain but prevented himself from screaming.

With a low voice, his uncle Daniel said, “Look at me while I’m speaking, you little shit. Don’t want your mediocrity holding my golden son back. Stay away from him or else.” He punctuated his last words by shoving Freddy to the wall. “Can’t believe you and your father are related to us. Well, guess we know who got the better genes in the family.”

Freddy glared at him as he walked away. It was painful, but he could endure. As long as he lived, he would not let this abuse break him. The day would come when he would prove him wrong.

However, it all came to a head about a week ago, when Freddy announced his plans for a graduation party. Most of the replies in the texts he sent out for his family were some variation of, “Oh, I’m sorry Freddy, but your uncle Danny is planning to celebrate his promotion at work that day. Perhaps you can reschedule.” As always, Freddy remained overshadowed.

“Bastards,” Freddy’s father, a rotund and balding man by the name of Benny, exclaimed as he saw the texts. “Can’t even spare a day for you. It’s always those two pricks.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Freddy muttered, glaring down at the texts on his phone. How often had his family ignored him in favor of those two? How often did his uncle mistreat him to guarantee that his ‘golden child’ Alex would remain as successful as he was? The questions kept echoing in his mind until, finally, he decided to cut this cycle.

“If you want,” his father tried again, “we can spend that weekend just the two of us, son. We can travel and celebrate our way."

“It’s all right, dad. I know exactly what I’m gonna do,” said Freddy as he marched off to his room. He would have to draw up the runes and memorize the incantations before long. By being efficient, he would have the spell all set by dawn’s early light.

However, his father stopped him by placing a firm hand on his shoulder—a rarity. “Hold on son," Benny said in a tender voice. "I understand what you're going through, believe me, I know. I was never the golden child of the family either. Danny made sure of that." There was disdain in Benny's voice that Freddy had never heard from before, but he had little time to dwell on it as his father continued. "But, to me, you'll always be the golden child, Freddy. I just want you to know that." Then, Benny pulled his son in for a hug.

Freddy eagerly returned in, shoving his thoughts of revenge to the back of his mind for the moment. Now, he just wanted to spend time with his father. Dusk came and went, and the two bid each other good night as they settled into their rooms on different floors. With nothing to interrupt Freddy, he set off to work.

It began when he found a book of occult rituals and spells in his father's study. Never had Benny spoken about this to Freddy, and Freddy lacked the courage to confront his father about it. Instead, he took photos of the various pages of spells and tried them out for himself—another reason why he did not want his father to know that he knew. By doing this magic in secret, Freddy could indulge in his fantasies that were now just a spell away. Coaches, classmates, and neighbors all fell to his charms and rituals; fulfilling deviant actions according to his whims.

My father can never know, Freddy thought bitterly to himself as he drew the sigils on his rug with chalk, he’ll never know so he’ll always be proud of me, his pure and hard-working son.

Tonight would be the first time Freddy would attempt the possession spell as well as the first time he broke a rule he had set for himself when he first began to use magic: never involve a family member. Now, he read through the procedure on his phone and prepared to sink into an even deeper level of deviancy. A bit of the text at the bottom of the page was faded, but the instructions were all written out. It’s most likely flavor text, Freddy thought.

This spell would allow the invoker to project his soul towards an unassuming target. From then on, a battle of wills would begin, and the dominant soul would take over the body. The invoker is not guaranteed to be successful. Caution must be exercised, and a strong will is heavily recommended.

It was a frightening thought, but Freddy did not allow that to slow him down. His hands trembled with excitement and his heart raced with pure adrenaline as he pictured his uncle’s sexy yet punchable face.

In the heat of the moment, Freddy cast the spell alongside the rising sun. Once those accursed words left his lips, a sharp and painful sensation spread throughout his body. It was as if his soul was being stretched and twisted, like a rubber band. However, he just gritted his teeth and endured it as he always did. The suffering of a spell or his uncle’s harassment was all the same—nothing he couldn’t handle. However, when the pain continued to grow in magnitude, Freddy was afraid this spell was going to rip his soul in half.

Then came the release—the catharsis. The spell catapulted Freddy’s soul at a speed rivaling that of a bullet train’s. Freddy screamed both in terror and sheer jubilation as his soul traveled through the dawn-dyed sky. Everything, even the sun, was a blurry mess until he arrived at his uncle’s expensive house, where he finally stopped. He was back in control.

Slowly, Freddy glided through the halls of a home that alienated him for most of his life. While searching for his uncle’s room, he stumbled upon his cousin Alex sleeping on top of the covers, clad in just a pair of boxer briefs. Though Freddy intended to keep moving, he remained still and watched his cousin’s chest slowly rise and fall as he slept peacefully.

“You deserve a better father,” Freddy whispered, caressing his cousin’s cheek with his ghostly hand. His voice and touch were nothing more than a chilly breeze on Alex’s bare skin. When Freddy noticed the goosebumps that spread down his cousin’s arms, he drew back and excused himself from the room. His target still needed to be punished.

A few hallways later, Freddy found himself floating above his uncle. Daniel, just like his son, slept above his covers and nearly in the nude to deal with the brutal summer heat. Even so, beads of sweat still glistened in his half-naked, furry body. His breathing was just as peaceful and gentle as Alex's as it passed through his heart-shaped lips. "If only you were as kind as you look while sleeping," Freddy said as he glared down at Daniel. Hatred and lust pushed him forward, and he gleefully enacted his plan.

Having spent quite a long time manipulating the wills of men, Freddy knew that the best way to overwhelm them was to do so post-coitus. “You’ll be my ticket to happiness,” he whispered to his uncle, “you piece of shit asshole.” He began by running his tongue down his uncle’s bare chest, giving the nipple a lick.

The effect was immediate. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he shivered at the paranormal touch. He looked around, perplexed. “What the fuck?” he said.

Freddy snickered at his uncle’s confusion. He pushed his uncle back onto the bed, one hand twirling and playing with his nipples while another teased the bulge hidden by the briefs. “W-Woah, oh shit!” said Daniel, trying to kick his invisible assaulter away to no avail. When the sensation didn’t stop, Daniel attempted to rise only for Freddy to roughly shove him back onto the bed again.

“I’m not done with you!” Freddy roared to his uncle’s terror. The rush of power was intoxicating, and Freddy greedily drank in every pathetic whimper and moan from his uncle. He pulled his underwear off, revealing his uncle’s large hard-on, and threw it to the side. “God, you’re thick,” Freddy moaned as he took his uncle’s cock in his hand. “C’mon, cum for me, old man,” he said as his lips played with the pecs. He continued to mercilessly play with his uncle, humping his body to elicit more of his moans.

“N-No—aahh, mmm! Pl-Please stoooAAAAHH—stop!” said Daniel as he felt his core tighten. Freddy noticed it too and quickly released his uncle from his sexual grasp. “AH! Oh fuck, I’m—ngh!” said Daniel as his abused dick begged for release.

“Not yet, that's gonna be my climax, uncle," Freddy said. To reward his uncle was far more than what the bastard deserved. Instead, Freddy would steal his climax, his body, and his dignity. “You’re mine!” he said, caution be damned as he dove into his uncle’s body.

“F-Fred—OOF!” The sheer force of Freddy’s dive caused his uncle to bounce on the mattress. “Oh FUCK!” Daniel cried out as he felt impossibly full. Two souls occupied the same space, and much like the shifting plates of the ever-changing earth, stress was born of this conflict. Daniel gritted his teeth, even more sweat coating his convulsing body as he attempted to hold onto his consciousness. However, Freddy’s essence continued to spread.

The possession spell operated on a similar concept as ink falling upon a cup of pure water. Slowly, the water would darken as it took on the shade of the ink until it was almost completely indistinguishable from the original ink that tinted—or tainted—it.

Just as the ink colored the water, so too did Freddy’s soul spill and tint his uncle’s very essence—mind, body, and spirit. Daniel, of course, continued to push his nephew’s soul out of him. He kicked at his bed and gripped his sheets so tightly his veins were visible in his arms. Until the very last second, he tried to will his body back under his control. However, he eventually collapsed onto his bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and blacked out. His body convulsed for a few more minutes as it took on the last remains of Freddy's essence, before finally quieting down.

Freddy opened his new eyes and immediately put his attention back on his uncle's dick. "Oh god, uncle, you're so sensitive!" he said as he continued stroking himself. “I-I’m CUMMING!” he bellowed as he shot load after load in his new form, seeing white as he fell back onto the sweat-covered sheets. “Oh my god, Danny-boy, I can’t wait to wreck you today.” Freddy would seize the day, and by nightfall, he would make his uncle a shame upon his family.

A few hallways away, Alex had his own visitor.

“S-Stop, uncle!” Alex screamed as the much larger soul of Benny finished entering his younger body. “Y-You can’t—AH! AAAHHH!” He whimpered and moaned just as his father did before collapsing into a mess of convulsing limbs.

Alex blacked out, and his uncle Benny awoke. “God, that felt good,” he said, stretching his new, muscular body. It was pleasurably sore after the workout he gave his unwilling nephew. “Ya got a good lookin’ bod, kid,” he said, grinning as he rubbed his hands down his new form. “But it’s my turn to be the golden child, if only for a day,” he finished, excited to have his hole filled in a day filled with debauchery.

Unbeknownst to father and son, there was more to the spell lost as the ink faded from the page. It read as follows:

Just as the water becomes nearly inseparable from the ink, the souls also become unable to be torn apart. There is no hope for the water to become pure and no hope for the ink to be whole. They are bound together for eternity, as are the souls tainted by the invoker. The invoker’s body will perish upon the spell’s completion, and the invoker will remain in their new body until the possession spell is used again, thus killing the old target.

#male possession #dilf possession #jock possession #possession #male body possession

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angrelysimpping · 3 years

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ok, ok, one the subject of taking virginities, how would each LI react if your virginity was taken by *someone else*? (maybe by another LI?)

(as always, relationships typical of DoL)

Alex

In General

They're not upset with you because you're not a virgin but they can help the possessiveness they feel at the thought of someone else being with you.

They're a bit curious about how your first time went and might ask you about it.

The higher Alex's dominance, the more likely Alex is to ask you to give them details about how you lost your virginity.

Other LI

While the odds of Alex running into the person you gave your virginity to are low, they still get possessive of you if they see them.

Avery? Oh, you guys have an arrangement? Alex isn't sure how they feel about that. Do you still see Avery?

Eden? Oh, a hunter? Alex doesn't have any particularly strong feelings towards Eden, but they will get tense if you mention having to go into the woods for something, even if it's just to visit the lake.

Kylar, Robin, and Whitney are your schoolmates so Alex can understand if you fooled around with one of them. Does that mean Alex is okay with you still seeing them? No. Alex doesn't care if you have to see them because they're in your classes. A sure-fire way to get Alex to initiate rough sex is to mention how you were talking to the schoolmate to who you gave your virginity. It doesn't matter if you were comforting Robin or telling off Whitney, if their name comes out of your mouth, Alex is getting handsy.

Avery

In General

They assumed that you weren’t a virgin anyway.

A little curious about how you lost your virginity and to whom, especially if it was to someone they know.

As long as who you have relations with has no adverse effects on Avery's reputation, they don't care. Avery can overlook you for experimenting sexually with other people, even while you guys are dating.

Though, Avery would prefer if they were your primary relationship.

Other LI

Alex? A farmer? Avery can't keep the disdain out of their voice but they don't say anything bad about Alex.

Eden? They've never heard of someone in town named Eden. Oh, they live in the woods? That's an, uh, unusual choice in a partner.

Kylar, Robin, and Whitney are your schoolmates, it is completely understandable if you experimented with one of them.

If Avery sees you around town with the person you gave your virginity to, they will stop to interact with you. It's a little bit of a power play for Avery, seeing who you'll choose.

Avery will never mention how it puts them on edge to see Whitney dragging you around town, Kylar following you, Robin setting up their lemonade stand with your help, or you strolling through the park with Eden.

Eden

In General

Not surprised if you’re not a virgin. They’re well aware of the shit that goes down in town.

They won’t ask for details about your first time but they won’t stop you from sharing them if you want to.

If you do tell Eden about your first time, they will become a little rougher during sex for the rest of the day.

They want to make sure you know who you belong to now.

Other LI

Alex? Finds it ironic that you lost your virginity to a farmer and now you live with a hunter. If Eden has broken you out of Remy's farm, you are going to have to take a moment to explain to Eden that Alex and Remy are not the same kinds of farmers.

Avery? Eden doesn’t see why you would be with someone like Avery. They certainly can't protect you.

Kylar? A schoolmate, that makes sense. If Eden catches Kylar following you around town though, there's no guarantee that Kylar is going to be okay.

Robin? A schoolmate and a fellow orphan? So, you live with them when you stay in town? Do you still have feelings for them? Not that Eden is jealous, or anything.

Whitney? Okay, a schoolmate, that makes sense. If Eden wanders into town one day looking for you and they stumble upon Whitney bullying you? Eden is going mental. What do you mean this is the Whitney you told them about? Why did they just call you their slut?! You are going to need to get Eden to leave because Whitney sure isn't backing down. Even though Eden would be able to take Whitney in a fight, the two of them fighting would be horrendous.

It doesn’t matter if Eden wasn’t your first time, you’re with them now and that's all that matters. That said, Eden will get territorial if they catch you with the person who took your virginity. It doesn't matter if you’re just walking Robin home or if you’re being dragged somewhere by Whitney, Eden is going to try to pull you into the woods and fuck you before taking you back to the cabin.

Kylar

In General

Kylar is, well, Kylar.

They're not upset that you didn't save yourself for them. They didn't expect you to, either. Kylar doesn't see themself as worth something as special as your virginity.

They are, however, borderline rabid that someone else has been with you, seen you, touched you!

Don’t let them think about it too much.

You're better off not telling Kylar anything about how you lost your virginity. Even if they ask. Not unless you want that person to be found in a coma after being shot full of tranq darts.

Other LI

You are going to have to get Kylar to promise to not do anything to the person who took your virginity. You are going to have to get them to swear on your life.

Alex? A farmer? Is that something you find attractive? Kylar could be a farmer if that's something you're into!

Avery? You’re a sugar baby? You-? For money-? Do you need money? Kylar can get you money!

Eden? Someone who lives in the woods? Do you want to live in the woods? Kylar would live in the woods with you.

Don’t tell Kylar that you gave your virginity to Robin. Just don’t do it. If you value Robin’s safety, you will not tell Kylar that you are currently living with the person that you shared your first time with.

Whitney? Whitney?! You had sex with Whitney?! You gave your virginity to Whitney?! Kylar is seeing red. If you didn’t get that promise beforehand, you’re going to have to restrain Kylar from trying to fight Whitney, right now. Kylar will just end up getting hurt. The worst Whitney will get out of it is a few scratches and maybe a black eye.

Kylar will become extra clingy if they see you interacting with the person who took your virginity. You might catch Kylar flashing their knife out of the corner of your eye.

Robin

In General

Robin doesn’t care that you’re not a virgin.

Don’t tell Robin the details of how you lost your virginity though because they’ll end up comparing themselves to that person.

Honestly, don't tell Robin about anything you do with other people because they will get stuck in their own head about it.

They're just proud that you're with them now, so it doesn't matter who you had your first time with.

Other LI

Alex? A farm out near the Moors? You go out to the farmlands? You don’t go into the Moors, do you? That’s dangerous!

Avery? You go on dates with someone for money? Do you still see them? Is it because you’ve taken on Robin’s debt?

Eden? A person who lives in the woods? How did you even meet them? How can someone live out there? Why were you in the woods?

Kylar? It now makes a lot of sense why Kylar will shoot glares at Robin for no apparent reason.

Whitney? Whitney? They’re not mad that you had sex with Whitney but they are confused. This is the Whitney that bullies both of you, right?

Robin isn’t going to confront the person who you gave your virginity to unless they seem to be bothering you. Otherwise, they’re just standing by your side, making sure you don’t feel uncomfortable.

Whitney

In General

They don't care. They don't!

You're a slut, of course you're not a virgin!

God, they care way more than they'll ever admit.

Whitney wants to know how you lost your virginity and they want you to go into detail.

They will then proceed to try to fuck the memory of that person out of you. Is that how memory works? No. Does Whitney care? Also no. You're Whitney's slut, after all, they gotta make sure you remember that.

Other LI

Are you really surprised that Whitney is going to mock you based on who you lost your virginity to?

Alex? Who? A fucking country bumpkin? Man, they knew you would spread your legs for anyone but they thought you had some standards.

Avery? Whose-? You're a sugar baby!? You really think you fuck good enough to get paid for it? Prove it. Whitney will grouch about the fact that you’ve seen them pulling coins out of a fountain and you’ve been getting money from some rich perv this whole time.

Eden? Who the fuck is Eden? Some cunt living in the woods? And you let them take your virginity why?

Kylar? Kylar? The fucking freak?! Did they pay you to fuck them? Were you that desperate for a lay?

Robin? Robin they can almost understand. Like, there's no way they're a good fuck but hey, if you were that desperate to lose your virginity, they're not the worst you could do.

Will take any opportunity to try to fuck you in front of the person who took your virginity. They may have had your first but Whitney has you now

#degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity alex #degrees of lewdity avery #degrees of lewdity eden #degrees of lewdity robin #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity whitney #my writing #Kylar the Loner #Whitney the Bully #Avery the Businessperson #Alex the Farmhand #Robin the Orphan #Eden the Hunter

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shesamardybum · 2 years

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I’m Bloody Scared Too.

Alex Turner X Reader

Caution: Language and Suggestive Content

Enjoy mah dahlings,

L.M.

***

There was pounding at the door.

Who would be knocking at his door in this rain, at this time of night, he didn’t know.

But, it seemed important, so he decided to check.

And thank the Lord he did.

You were standing there, shivering from the cold, your eyes pink, with mascara streaks running down your cheeks.

You looked like a pitiful mess.

And he found it saddening, yet still beautiful.

“Wha’s the matter, luv?”

You hiccuped, blinking your eyes quickly, and attempted to wipe the water off your face.

“He broke my heart.”

Your voice cracked, and you held in another wrack of sobs.

His face, once concerned, now turned cold and furious.

“That bloody bastard.” He muttered.

Before he could go out the door, and threaten to rip your ex's throat out, you put a gentle hand on his chest.

“Alex, please. Not now. I need you here with me.”

You didn’t know how much an effect your touch had on him.

His eyes immediately softened.

“O’course (y/n). Come in.” he stood back to let you enter his flat.

You made yourself at home immediately, chucked your boots at the door mat, and curled up into a ball on the sofa.

Closing the door softly behind you, Alex came and sat next to you.

“Anyfin’ ta ‘elp? Tea? Coca? Brandeh?”

“Summat fuckin’ strong.” you muttered, shivering.

He nodded, and quickly entered the pantry.

Pouring you and him a glass each, he entered the lounge to find you once again weeping.

“Oh, (y/n) darlin’, it ‘salright.”

He handed you the brandy glass, which you guzzled quickly, letting the potent alcohol consume you.

“No s’not. What’s fuckin’ wrong wif me? I shoudda seen this ages ago! All those meetings late at night, the business trips, It was all a fuckin’ lie!”

Another salty tear escaped the corner of your eye.

Alex wiped it away gently, his thumb caressing your pink cheek.

“It doesn’t matter, (y/n). ‘e put you frough too much. ‘e’s a real dick’ead, and ‘e don’ deserve ya.”

A small smile crept on your face.

“’e don’ do ‘e?”

He nodded.

“Anotheh?”

You handed him back your glass.

“God, yes.”

¬¬¬

You were four drinks in, and feeling so much better. You had almost forgotten about your rotten ex, and his lies.

“Ohh Al, fanks for this.” Your eyes were slightly glazed from the drink and your earlier crying.

You had let it all out, all the pain, all the anger, and now you felt relief. Best of all, you had your closest friend beside you, comforting you and making you smile.

You’d never really thought about it before, but you really liked his smile. It brightened the room. And since he didn’t do it often it was always a rare treat.

Maybe it was just your foggy brain, but you had suddenly noticed how handsome he looked. So much so that you wanted to....

kiss him.

“Alex...” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he looked at you, a pure softness enveloped the hazy orbs.

“Can I kiss you?”

He suddenly looked very awake.

“Er..(y/n). Yer fuckin’ pissed. Mehbeh it’s not the bes’ idea teh...”

But before Alex could finish his sentence, you grabbed him roughly by the collar and smashed your lips with his.

You had no idea how long he’d wanted this to happen.

But, you were drunk. Surely, this was just a sad attempt at blotting out your ex’s memory from your mind.

So, he pulled back.

“(y/n). Don’.” He replied firmly.

You stared him down, lust clouding your judgement, and filling your eyes.

“Don’ ya want meh?”

He couldn’t take it.

“Don’ make this difficult...”

You smirked.

“So you do.”

He took a deep breath. There was no point in trying to deny it anymore.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell I do.”

He was no longer thinking, everything he did from this point on was instinct.

Pulling you close again, your lips met.

This kiss was excruciating, and overwhelming. You couldn’t get enough of each other. Its as if you were trying to swallow each other whole.

“This ‘as to go.” he growled, yanking your top upward, and you lifted your arms to let it fall to the floor.

“Yours a’swell Mr. Turner.” you insisted pressing your warm hands on his soft skin, gently lifting his button up.

Once your were both rid of them, you explored each others newfound skin, letting your fingers wander to his back, while his made their way to the fringe of your bra.

“God, yer fuckin’ ‘ot.” he breathed, staring at your chest.

You blushed slightly, watching his eyes wander.

“All fer ya.”

He smirked, a cocky smirk.

“Thas’ right bebeh. All mine.”

And from that moment on, he was yours. And your were his.

You couldn’t be happier.

¬¬¬

Hope you enjoyed. Took a long time to finish. Tell me what you think!

Cheers dudes,

L.M.

#arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #jamie cook #matt helders #Alex Turner #Nick o'Malley #tlsp #The Last Shadow Puppets #AM #Miles Kane #this took forever to write

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albatris · 2 years

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wait wait wait Time Out what do you MEAN Alex is usually an honorary human. Is he just so zen that the garble doesn't usually activate anything for him? Or does the plot just not call for him to go monstery

ooh, thank you for the question!

ya, Alex is affectionately referred to as an honourary human hahaha! to most not-actively-malevolent human main characters, Nat is considered Friendly and Vampire, so while he's definitely chill to be around he's absolutely not human-like and is obviously Something Else. on the other hand, Alex is considered Friendly and.......... then people get a little confused and tripped-up and just kind of go "I mean, he's not TECHNICALLY human but, like, close enough, right? this is basically a human person. calling this guy a vampire is just semantics at this point" much to Alex's self-loathing dismay

like, oh, Alex would love to be human! Alex would like nothing more! but Alex has spent most of its time as a vampire in varying states of misery and mental torment lamenting how that's impossible

forcibly assigned human by friends

but yes, while Nat has no qualms with setting himself apart from his human friends in this way and being A Vampire, Alex has a very different relationship to its own sense of humanity it's a huuuuge relief for Alex to be even playfully recognised by its human friends as Honourary Fellow Human ;-;

as for your theories, it's a little bit of both!

first off, yes, Alex simply Is That Zen :3

well, "zen" as well as "stubborn as all hell, ridiculously strong-willed, full of spite, and 100% willing and able to tell the Garble to shove it"

Alex is by far the most ""human"" of the main vamps, and easily the safest to be around! it is a kind-hearted but insanely stubborn motherfucker. Alex has mastered the art of giving the Garble juuuuust enough of what it wants so that Alex can stay safe and be safe to be around, while also routinely telling the Garble to go fuck itself. Alex is well-practiced at resisting the Garble's influence and absolutely WILL not be bullied into doing anything it doesn't want to do

while it's a proven fact that vampires tend not to die of starvation often because it eventually gets to a point where they Physically Can't Resist doing murders, Alex could absolutely manage it. and has attempted to! and only didn't because of Quinn

but yes, Alex has worked very hard to be as in-control as it is :3 Alex can easily (dicey choice of words.... it's easy but getting to the point where it's easy was not easy) appear human in basically all circumstances except for staggeringly extreme levels of stress or starvation, and even in those circumstances - Alex will experience involuntary physical changes it can't hide such as fangs and claws, but is still highly resistant to the Garble's mind-manipulatey hypnotising properties

(so, an Alex in EXTREME peril might look a bit more vampiric and scary, but maintains a frankly absurd level of self-control, so. still not a lot to worry about tbh)

for reference, the length of time vampires can go in between proper feedings varies from vamp to vamp, but three weeks is considered reaaaaally fuckin uncomfortable and risky in terms of losing control. Alex routinely goes around five weeks without breaking a sweat

like. as a result, the Garble is not particularly fond of Alex, but Alex very purposefully stays juuuuust inside the boundary of what the Garble considers "still worth keeping alive"

so uhhhhhhh. hm. what was I saying. ah. the Garble activates for Alex under the same circumstances it will activate for any vampire, but Alex is much better at both controlling its own emotions and keeping stress levels manageable so as not to trigger the Garble to a degree it can't handle, as well as better at directing what the Garble energy will do to its body

so, while for most vampires, the physical effects of the Garble are largely involuntary, Alex is excellent at directing Garble energy to present itself in much more subtle and easy-to-hide ways such as sharpened molars rather than canines, etc.

even Zeke, who is kind of famous for her uncanny ability to spot even vampires who are extremely skilled at hiding their vampirism, doesn't twig that Alex is a vampire until it flat-out tells her, and even then it takes her a while to actually believe it lmao

when Alex does need to bust out fangs and claws or other vampiric traits, this is a conscious decision rather than a Reflex like it is for other vamps

we only get to see any involuntary vampire Alex three times over the trilogy! once in a flashback during a period of extreme starvation, once when protecting Quinn from Monster Mode Nat (Quinn was not in danger, Alex had just not seen Monster Mode Nat before and FLIPPED out), and once during the final confrontation against the Garble :3 Alex is very impressive!!!

and........... well, the plot probably DOES call for Alex to go monstery, but Alex really really really reaaaally doesn't want to do that and going monstery causes it a lot of distress. so its friends are always willing to do their best to find other ways around things if Alex is uncomfortable

if a situation comes up where a monstery Alex might be helpful, they will wait until Alex offers or suggests this itself. occasionally shenanigans call for humans and vamps to both to be doing different things as part of a plan, so occasionally Alex accompanies Nat, but also isn't questioned at all if it decides to stick with the humans

everyone is very willing to accommodate! friends don't let friends put their mental health and emotional wellbeing in unnecessary peril <3

it's nice for Alex's mental health that its human friends are just sort of like "yeah you're a vampire but like. lmao. it doesn't count", and that they feel safe enough around it to relax and treat it as they would a fellow human. a complicated fellow human who occasionally viciously murders cruel violent irredeemable human predators, but also…… a fellow human nonetheless :)

thank you for coming to my ted talk :D

#also feel free to use either he/him or it/its for alex :3 both are ok!#but yeah. alex <3 #n there's also the fact of course that quinn is always watching out for alex :3 #which helps a little bit!#quinn wants alex to have as stress-free an existence as possible n its no skin off their back to offer #whatever resources alex needs or to put aside extra of the extra-fresh donated blood so alex doesn't need #to hunt so often #alex doesn't make them do that ofc. like. alex would still only hunt every month or so. quinn is just like #''pls alex this is so stressful I'm worried about your health :((( you have to look after yourself :(((''#quinn loves alex to bits #though tbf being friends with quinn is such an inherently fucking stressful experience sometimes so maybe it all just cancels out xD #like tbf. the Garble is equally as petty to Alex as alex is to the garble #alex doesn't heal as rapidly or as well as other vamps #plus due to the fact that alex feeds so infrequently it's sort of just. perpetually in a state of #mildly to severely painful hunger #so alex is not having fun with that of course but is still REALLY well-practiced at managing it #like i cannot stress enough that alex's threat level towards humans is basically 0% at all times #unless the human in question happens to be some absolute scum of the earth piece of irredeemable garbage that has escaped #all repercussions and consequences and accountability for their actions #and even then that's a process that takes weeks and weeks of careful planning and research #anyway. no more tag ramble. i'm going to sleeb #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Anytime (Mal x Reader)

Request: team x baby r, where r gets sensory overloads? maybe where they are at the stadium and it get all toi much for r to handle so they run back into the tunnel, or maybe at the airport?

Author’s Note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog,

You know how talking sounds underwater? Like on a crowded day at the beach, when there are a lot of people around, talking and laughing, but then your head goes underwater. If someone is talking nearby you can still hear them, but their voice is muffled by the water. And then the sound of the water grows louder until the waves over the sound of their voice and all you can hear is the crash of the surf on the beach. Maybe before you went under you saw storm clouds in the sky, or the people standing unknowingly on the shore.

That’s how you felt right now, coming out into the stadium, with thousands of voices screaming at once. You heard them, but then their sounds quieted, growing dimmer under the ringing in your ears and your heartbeat pounding rapidly in your chest.

You tripped, stumbling into Alex, and then righted yourself, shaking your head at Megan who looked quizzically at you. You could see her mouth moving, but you couldn’t quite make out what she was saying. You didn’t know if that was because the crowd was so loud, or because of your growing panic.

All you had to do was make it through the anthems, and then you could lose yourself in the game. Just a few more unbearable minutes of pretending to be in your happy place and then you could play.

You pressed your thumb and pinky finger together, trying to focus on the sensation of touch. You remembered some college admissions counselor talking about how it would help anxiety before interviews. Or was it supposed to be the thumb and middle finger? Since you were becoming more anxious about doing the anxiety-relieving tool wrong, you decided to pinch your thigh with your nails instead.

You tried to focus on the pain, to let it ground you in the moment (something your therapist would scold you for later), but the sensation didn’t have its intended effect. It just added to the number of sensations that were overwhelming you, making everything worse.

You tried to remember your coping mechanisms, but the pounding in your ears and the tingling of your skin made thinking too difficult. You shifted uncomfortably, pulling the too slippery material of your Jersey collar as if that would help you get air to your lungs.

It was just too much.

So you did the one thing that had always worked. You barely remembered running back into the locker room. It felt as though you blinked hard and appeared there, leaning over with one hand propped on the bench, head down and breathing hard. 1 and 2 and 3 and 4, 4 and 3 and 2 and 1.

Since when had taking deep breaths been so difficult. You shook your head, trying to focus on anything other than the sound of the stadium above you, their voices loud enough to penetrate the thick walls of the locker room.

“Focus on me, Y/n. You gotta breathe.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet Mal’s worried gaze, not even fazed that she had appeared nearly out of nowhere. She kind of had a knack for showing up when you needed her most.

“I-” Your eyebrows furrowed when the sound came out as a wheeze. You needed to get back on the field. You brought your hands up to cover your ears, your nails digging into the soft skin right by your eyes, trying to block out the noise. It sounded like the stadium was going to come crashing down around you.

“Hey. Hey, hey! Look at me, alright? We’re just going to breathe alright?” Mal said, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to her chest, right over her heart.

It thumped heavily against your fingertips, steady and strong. Something in you relaxed just a bit at the feeling. It gave you something to focus on.

“Good,” she said. Sure you weren’t trying to scratch gouges in your head anymore, but your breathing was still too erratic for her to be comfortable. “Let’s try breathing in time to a song. Every measure switch from breathing in to breathing out. In- I’m a little teapot, out- short and stout, in- here is my handle, out- here is my spout.”

Your eyebrows furrowed with the effort it took to focus on the stupid song from your childhood (something you would laugh about later), but it helped. Maybe it gave your mind something to focus on, or maybe Mal’s steady singing pace kept you from breathing too quickly. But it helped.

With every measure, you felt your heartbeat settle. Your breathing became more regular, and the tattered wheezes had all disappeared by the time Mal was finished.

“Feeling better?” Mal asked softly after a few wonderfully peaceful moments of silence.

“Hmm,” you hummed, far too tired to give her a better response. You felt like you had run a full marathon, much less played a full ninety.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Mal rubbed the knuckles of the hand she had taken comfortingly with her thumb, looking at you out of the corner of her eye.

“People don’t understand sensory stuff. They think you’re just being Whiny, or picky, or overly sensitive. It’s just easier to pretend everything’s fine and try and avoid the stuff that sets it off,” You shrugged halfheartedly.

It wasn’t like this was a new thing. You had lived with it for all of your life, and it had been drilled into your head from the time you were young, that all of the issues were just something you made up in your head. You learned to just deal with things because it was easier than trying to explain it, and for the most part it worked.

It was all fine until it wasn’t.

“Do you have lactose intolerance?” Mal asked suddenly.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to follow her train of thought. “What?”

“Just answer the question,” Mal’s lips were twitching. “I’ll explain in a second.”

“Yes, but I’m not going to stop eating cheese or ice cream,” You huffed, reminding Mal a little bit of a toddler.

“Okay, but like, you reported that on your health form coming in right? Y/N Y/LN- intolerant to most dairy products, prefers hard cheeses to soft ones and ice cream made of coconut milk or some other milk substitute, yeah?” Mal waved her hand in a circle, gesturing for you to continue.

“Um… I just asked for oat milk in the mornings. It wasn’t a big deal considering how long my will not eat sheet is,” you said, side-eyeing her. Was she trying to blame your sensory overload on dairy?

Mal rolled her eyes dramatically, half wondering if what happened today had anything to do with some of the items you refused to eat and half considering why you had to be the most stubborn human being she had ever met.

“Okay, but like. You can technically drink normal milk. It would hurt your stomach but you wouldn’t die, you could pretend everything’s fine and just try to avoid products with normal dairy. Right? But that doesn’t mean you should.”

“The crowd doesn’t usually bother me. It was just a bad set of circumstances and I’m fine once the game starts,” your voice was near pleading. “It was just too many things piled together. Everyone was so loud on the bus, and in here, and I forgot my headphones. Then Sonnett just had to start that fucking hugging game --”

Mal cut you off with a finger pressing lightly into your lips.

“Okay, but you see! We can’t control the crowd, but we could have been quiet on the bus or had a few moments of silence before exiting the tunnel, or one of us could have lent you our headphones! I think Carlie has a really nice pair of noise-blocking ones. If nothing else, we can make a plan for you and I to carry out the pinnies after the anthem like Christen is having us do today! It’s just like how we buy a second pint of coconut milk chocolate ice cream for you and the other lactose-free losers on cheat nights” Mal said, grinning as she nudged your shoulder with her own, “ it doesn’t take much effort to help if you let us know you need it.”

“Thanks,” you said, smiling at her. “Wait, did you say all the pinnies?”

“Yeah, Christen saw you run off and insisted that I go make sure that we didn’t leave any in here,” Mal shrugged, standing and brushing off her shorts before offering a hand to you to pull you up.

“Doesn’t the coaching staff usually take care of that?” You asked once you were standing.

“I think she wanted to make it look like we had a reason to run back.” Mal looked at the spot where the pinnies bin stood before games, confirming the fact that yes, staff had already brought it to the field.

“I could just say I forgot my shin guards, Vlatko knows how often I do that,” You shrugged halfheartedly. It was a running joke that the man carried an extra set with him because of how often you forgot them, those and your glasses in case your contacts fell out.

“Cool, cool, cool. In that case, I will grab…” Mal looked around for inspiration. “My lucky hair tie? You know what, I will just grab my water bottle and we’ll say that’s what I came back for. Anthem’s probably over now, you ready?”

You gulped but still nodded. “Let’s do it,”

You caught her arm just before she made it through the door, and she turned to face you. “Thanks,”

“Anytime,” Mal elbowed you affectionately, and together you ran to the game.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #mal pugh imagine #mal pugh x reader

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missluthorwillseeyounow · 3 years

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Krypton: Home of Heroes

Here is my contribution to @supercorpbb, inspired by this awesome artwork.

"Welcome to Krypton, the place where superheroes come to life.

Here, anyone can be a hero, no capes required! Visit our wide variety of rides and adventures featuring your favorite daring do-gooders, including the Last Daughter of Krypton herself, Supergirl! Come fly with her as she fights her enemies in our newest fully immersive 4D attraction, 'The Girl of Steel'!

There's no better place to save the world than here at Krypton, the Home of Heroes!"

Theme Park AU where Kara and Lena slowly fall for each other while they try to bring a floundering amusement park back from the brink of ruin.

....

Krypton is still closed to the world on the morning of opening day.

There's a thrumming sense of excitement and anticipation in the group of people waiting beyond the tall doors. The low buzz of conversation filters through the crowd as they examine the unopened entrance. The tall doors guarding the place are majestic and elaborately carved with scenes depicting the heroes that call this place home.

There's Aquaman battling Ocean Master in the underwater depths, the scales of his armor painted a shimmering green and gold on the wood. There's Wonder Woman soaring over Themiscyra, the star on her tiara signified by a glittering crystal embedded in the wood of the doors, catching the light of National City's morning sun.

The last children of Krypton rise above them all, high in their places of honor. The strong, noble features of Superman are intricately and painstakingly carved into the wood as he flies high above the landscape of his home planet.

Beside him is a new long-awaited addition to Krypton.

"They added Supergirl!!!"

There are eager exclamations from children in the crowd, little hands pointing up to the proud, elegant figure crowning the ornate doors. The smiling face is familiar and beloved from Saturday morning cartoons and comics. Golden hair glinting in the sun, and blue eyes bright and hopeful, the depiction of Supergirl elicits admiration and excitement from fans below.

“Wow, we’re gonna see Supergirl!!!”

"Oh my gosh, Supergirl’s finally in Krypton!"

"How long has it been? Forty years since Krypton opened?"

"Nah, Superman was Leopold Luthor's first comic. Supergirl's only been around like 25 years."

"She was in the comics and the cartoons, but they never added her to the theme park until now."

"I can't believe it took them this long."

"I heard they were planning to years ago, but old Leo Luthor died before he could put Supergirl in the theme park."

"I loved the comic reboot. Crisis really did a number on her character."

"She's beautiful..."

Somewhere behind the doors, there is a small building, cleverly hidden by one of Krypton's many new attractions. Inside the Department of Effects and Operations, four people are gathered around a large collection of screens, watching the crowd outside the doors.

"Feeling nervous yet, sis?"

Alex Danvers smirks as her sister jiggles her leg while looking up at the screens, listening to the audio from the crowd. Kara's head whips around to fix Alex with a dirty look. "Shut up, Alex."

"Stop moving!" Nia chastises as she tugs Kara's— Supergirl's — cape closer to where she's kneeling on the ground. "Do you want me to stick a needle in you?"

It's a testament to Kara's nerves that she doesn't have more of a comeback. She just obediently moves back into position while Nia makes last-minute adjustments to her costume. Through the pins held between her lips, Nia pipes up. "It is a lot of pressure. Supergirl's fanbase is enormous."

"Yes, and it is the first time Supergirl is being introduced to the park since Krypton opened forty years ago." Brainy adds helpfully somewhere to Kara's left, clasping his hand behind his back. He observes the growing crowd on the screen serenely. "There is a lot of legacy and history attached to the role. Not to mention Supergirl is Lena's brainchild, so her ambitions are not only hinged on Krypton, but on how the guests receive Supergirl."

"Not helping, guys." Kara cringes. It's all well and good for them, they're not going to be out there in public representing Supergirl , her childhood hero. And Lena's too.

Supergirl is a hero for so many people, and she doesn't want to let anyone down. So yeah, she knows how much is at stake. Not just for the park, but for Lena.

Kara doesn't want to let Lena down.

Alex must have noticed that Kara looks a little green around the gills because her smirk turns into a softer smile. She sidles up to Kara's side and puts an arm around Kara's shoulders. "You've worked so hard on this for a whole year, Kara. We all have, but you and Lena have worked the hardest."

Alex gives her shoulders a shake. "You can do this. You deserve this, okay?"

Kara gives her sister a small, grateful smile and nods. "Okay."

"Okay!" Nia swats Alex's arm away so she can fix Kara's cape, and Kara laughs. Nia can be even bossier than Alex when she gets going. "Now that we've had our little moment, can you please let me get back to work on my masterpiece here?"

Alex holds up her hands with a wry grin and slowly begins dispersing the other DEO members by barking orders. Kara looks down at the suit that Nia is fixing. It's an amazing suit. Sleek, elegant and yet dynamic and comfortable. Nia’s done a beautiful job on it.

"There. I'm done." Nia straightens up and gives Kara a critical once-over. As she finishes her assessment, Nia nods and gives Kara a smile.

"You look..." Nia shakes her head with a low whistle, her eyes wide. "You look like Supergirl."

For Kara, there's no higher praise than that.

"Thanks." Kara smiles, her nerves receding as she smooths her hands down the suit. It feels good, familiar. It feels like her childhood days of putting a towel around her shoulders to pretend she was her favorite superhero— and at the same time, she feels the weight and the joy of everything it symbolizes. Everything they've all been through.

"It's time to bring her home."

AO3

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp au #my writing #reverse big bang

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