#are we sure it's girls though...... like does it say later. i'll keep watching but Christ. LIKE. WHAT THE FUCK
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TO ME, THAT’S CINEMA
#tomgreg#so i've seen this around a lot and ppl have already made points but like holy fuck. hoooly fuck lmao where do i begin#TOM THOUGHT THE ROOM WAS EMPTY FOR UH ... FOR WHAT BITCH??#empty for what. you two just going in there ALONE. what for. strategizing? ok but then why was greg showing you tonight's selection.#even if it was girls it's still sus bc like who tf goes specifically to a room to show that shit.#oh by the way i listened again and tom says first ''why do we have to...'' so GREG asked for the room?#greg asked them to go to an empty room. slut.#anD THEN AFTER SAID ''I WANNA GIVE YOU'' BITCH!!!!!!!!1#are we sure it's girls though...... like does it say later. i'll keep watching but Christ. LIKE. WHAT THE FUCK#how am i supposed to read this other than an affair lmfao and then he says ''go on'' and sends greg off away like a little pet#sick to bastard death of them god#so it's like. greg says can we go somewhere private and tom says why do we have to#greg says i wanna give you... and tom says what do you wanna give me annoyed like#girl we are at work and we are trying to stay alive can't you wait til we are at home for me to clap them cheeks#and then greg says a preview of tonight's selection... of what? could be alcohol could be sexy stuff could be mf. clothes idk#and then they look up like O FUCK the room is in use and it's fucking SH*V and immediately tom is like GO ON and greg#doesn't even stutter or say anything like usual he's just like SORRY and leaves immediately bc he KNOWS he gotta gtfo#sorry i'm just. poetic cinema indeed
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uuuh love the kook!best friend idea??? the trio would be so overprotective of her??? at keggers she would just make small talk with some pogues and they'll be 🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️like right next to her!
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rafe is getting weirdly possessive over you, you think for a moment, standing near the keg and waiting patiently for your turn to get a drink. you don't think he's ever been so.... territorial. or maybe he has been, and you've just been ignoring it, thinking that he's been a really good, really close friend—looking out for you the way he does.
you can feel eyes burning holes into the back of your head, three sets of eyes in particular. your friends are funny—charmingly stupid, annoying arrogant, and a whole host of other things, but they've always been funny. it's why you guys get along so well, you return their jokes and comments at the same pace, more often than not even cracking jokes that make rafe break his stoic facade.
but he has been, you reflect, stepping up to whichever pogue is pouring the beer today—breaking his facade. you thought you were going a little crazy, thinking that he's actually being nicer to you, until kelce and top comment on it too. even today, he picked you up from your place first, letting you crawl into the front seat even though the other boys complain about being smushed in the back endlessly. he complimented your dress, even asked if it was new, which it was. he even got you your first drink without you asking for it, the strawberry seltzer that you're sure the pogues hosting didn't have lying around.
you feel surprisingly giddy about it—after all, you're still a girl, still their newer friend. like any other girl, you worry your new friends won't like you or that there's some ulterior motive going on. rafe's being a little weird, but he's always thinking about something that he doesn't talk about until days later. you think it'll pass like it always does.
"ah, ah," the blond pogue boy says—the cute one some of your girl friends buy weed from occasionally, when rafe can't deliver. "what's the magic word?"
you giggle at his antics, your worry about rafe floating away. you keep chatting with him, reaching in for the red cup twice, that he pulls up and over his head—impossible for you to grasp.
fifteen feet away, rafe watches jj tease you with the beer cup, jaw clenching while top and kelce see what he's staring at.
"see, boys. now that is not okay." he gestures to you with the cup in his own hand, watching your tiny dress ride up as you jump to get your beer from jj. "that pogue is disrespectin' our girl."
"rafe, i think it's just a joke-" top interjects, but he gets interrupted himself.
"nah, nah, man. these pogues. they think it's funny. i'll show him funny. c'mon." rafe stalks over, and the two boys follow. you don't notice but jj does, lowering the cup and staring at something—or someone—behind you.
"havin' fun, huh?" rafe questions, and you spin around. the jerk scared you—kelce and top surrounding you like bodyguards.
"guys, what are you-"
"i think she's all set, pogue. you can fuck off now."
"don't you have some store to rob?"
"guys, c'mon, it's a beer-"
"it's alright, princess, i see these three musketeers have an issue, so i'll just catch you around, hm?"
jj walks away, leaving the beer he poured for you on the log. you smile apologetically at him, fist clenching in anger at your stupid, stupid friends.
"you idiots. what the hell was that? i can't even talk to someone now-"
"what the hell's that mean, i'll catch you around?" rafe says, cutting you off. "you talkin' to that pogue?"
you pick up the beer and splash it over rafe's head.
"no, you asshole. it's a figure of speech and we live on the same island. jesus christ."
#lowkey shes so funny#shes not taking rafes shit n also has no idea hes in luv w her#THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!#im sure no one cares but this plot<3333 im dead#📮 asks#hi angel missed u#🔮 anon#rafe cameron#kook trio reader
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Leon Kennedy x female reader, commissioned piece
Lots of dumb fluff ahead!
Thanks so much to the lovely @porcelainseashore for commissioning me with the brief of Leon using a dating app! I've said it before and I'll say it again - please do go check out Porcelain's fics! x
“So,” Leon places his elbows on the counter behind, leans back and flashes a winning smile, “how about dinner later?”
The auburn-haired woman waits for her coffee to finish dispensing before she shakes her head, lips pursed. “No, thank you, Agent Kennedy.”
“Oh.” He was sure they’d had some sort of connection. Their eyes had met across the office on more than one occasion, flirtatiously so – had he read it wrong? “You have plans already tonight?”
“Mm, something like that.” She smiles, politely, picking up her DSO-branded mug and heading out of the break room without so much as a glance back.
Leon shrugs it off – he’s good at that – and places his own mug under the spout, about to make his coffee selection when a familiar voice chirps over his shoulder.
“Have you ever thought of internet dating?”
He spins round, surprised. “Claire?”
“Hi.” She waves with a smile. “So, internet dating?”
Leon’s brow furrowed, about to ask why she was here, but from the visitor lanyard around her neck it was clear it was down to some sort of TerraSafe business, but why is she going on about internet dating?
Oh.
“Wait, did you hear…?”
“The dinner invite? Oh, yes.” She nods, crossing her arms. “Does that ever work?”
“Yes.”
Claire quirks an eyebrow.
“Okay, not recently.” He retorts, turning back around and pressing the button for his black coffee to start dispensing.
“Uh-huh…” She steps forward, turns to lean against the counter to look at him. “I’m telling you, Leon - internet dating. I finally convinced Chris to give it a go about six months back, and he seems pretty happy. Been seeing a nice girl for three months now – a florist.”
Leon shakes his head, watching the coffee dispense with feigned interest. “Surprised Redfield went for it. How the hell do you introduce anyone to what we’ve seen?” At least with women from work, he didn’t have to skirt around what the hell he does all day.
“Heard of keeping work and homelife separate?”
“And Chris manages that?”
“I mean, she knows what he’s shared with her, but he took it slow. It’s not like the government can keep everything secret these days – not with everyone having a smart phone.” Claire grimaces, remembering the videos of the Alcatraz attack popping up on social media on a live stream. It was taken down pretty quick, but still popped up occasionally. They can’t hide it forever.
“Anyway, enough about Chris’ love life, I’m trying to help yours. Have you tried it? There’s websites and apps…”
Leon recalls a week of medical leave – battered, bruised and laid out on the couch on high doses of meds, flipping through the cable channels and losing hours to a show about people falling in love over the internet, only for the person to be using a fake photo of an entirely different identity and being crushed when they met in person.
“Isn’t that where the catfish are?”
Claire rolls her eyes. “We won’t set your radius that large.”
He looks down, a little confused. “My… radius?”
Leon’s not present on social media, but that’s hardly a surprise with his work. Maybe, if things had been different, he would’ve trawled through it at some point – joined a group for graduates from the Police Academy of ’98, checked in, gone to some sort of graduating class reunion where they would’ve swapped stories from precincts over a lukewarm beer or two in a hall dressed up with balloons and streamers.
Come to think of it, he doesn’t really remember the names of anyone in his graduating class, though he’s not sure if that’s down to a certain amount of knocks to the head throughout his career getting to him. He could look them up – they’ll be in some sort of database somewhere that Hunnigan could help him locate, but what would he say?
“Me? Well, I had one day on the job – hell of a first day, actually – and then I was ‘recruited’ into military training, so technically not a cop anymore either.”
“Phone, please.” Claire has moved to sit down at one of the small tables in the kitchen, now holding out her hand expectantly. He finds himself joining her, mug of coffee in one hand and the other pulling out his cell from his suit jacket pocket. He hands it over because it’s Claire and he’s known her long enough now to know she’s not going to drop the subject so easily.
“Have you got any selfies on here?”
“Don’t think so. Why?”
“To put on your profile. Anything I shouldn’t see in your gallery?”
He shakes his head.
“Seriously, Leon?” She must’ve opened the app by the way she’s scrolling down on the screen. “These are all sunsets and photos of your motorcycle.”
“What should I be picking pictures of?”
“Oh, wait… Here’s one.” She turns the phone around. It’s him, grinning, next to a corpse of a zombiefied lion. “I repeat – seriously, Leon?”
“Ha, yeah.” He smiles in acknowledgement. “I was trying to get Hunnigan interested in fieldwork with the spectacular sights.” Claire turns the phone back around and the sound of a camera shutter clicks out of the speaker.
“Ooh, that’s a good candid – and no-one needs to know what you were looking at.”
“Look, it’s nice of you to offer, but I don’t know about all this…” He rubs the back of his head.
“It’s 30 days free. Just try it and if you still don’t like it by the end of the trial, you can delete it off your phone and I won’t bring it up again.”
He stalls, taking a long sip of his coffee as he thinks. Claire means well, after all and if Chris has had luck with it, considering what Leon knows he’s seen and lived through, what does he have to lose, really?
“Fine. 30 days.”
“Great! Now, let’s set up your profile…”
--
Claire had given him a tutorial – swipe left if you’re not interested on a profile, right if you are. If the person swipes right in return, it’ll set you up as a match and you can start a conversation – signaled by a small speech bubble icon appearing on the bottom right.
It wasn’t until that evening that Leon tried it out properly, sat on his couch, killing time before bed and begins to swipe through. It feels a little odd – he usually likes to get to know a person somewhat before offering out his dinner invite, but this is mostly on looks alone, with a tiny snippet of profile information – age, location, what they’re looking for.
He swipes right on a blonde, her profile full of photos from beach vacations or something, says she’s not too far away from him and is ‘looking to connect with someone deeply.’ A chat box pops up immediately and after a moment or two, three dots show Beauty – he’s not sure that’s her real name - is typing.
Hey, big boy. What’s bigger – your forearms or… An eggplant emoji?
Oh.
He hesitates over writing back a response. He can flirt with the best of them, but how is anyone meant to make a genuine connection over this app? Maybe he’s too old for this shit.
He puts his cell down by his side and switches on the television instead.
--
“So…” Claire drawls over his shoulder over three weeks later, tracked him down to his desk.
“So…” He mocks back with a tease, swinging around in his office chair.
“Any good dates recently?”
He laughs. “How do you even get that far?”
“You’ve not gone on one?”
“Not for lack of trying.” It’s true. After Beauty, he had struck up conversation with a few more genuine girls that seemed to be going well until he’d broached the idea of a date and they’d drop off the radar. “A couple seemed interested but then stopped replying. I got one date – she didn’t show up.”
“Oh, come on.” Claire leans against his desk. “That can’t be everyone. Let me see.” There’s the expectant hand again. He sighs, picks up his phone and opens the app before handing it over to her.
She sets to scrolling through new arrivals for him, before she pauses. “Well, this one looks sweet.”
“Claire, I appreciate your concern but I just don’t think this app is for me. I gave it a go, I swear.”
“I know, but you’ve got a few days left on the free trial at least - you won’t lose anything. Just take a look?”
He takes the phone back and looks at the screen – a cropped picture of you, it looks like, your friends’ arms around your shoulders, a big, genuine smile on your face. Not a pout or a smolder in a night club mirror.
“Aw, you’re smiling.”
“Fine.” He swipes, but the message bubble doesn’t pop up. That’s the one thing he doesn’t like about this app – you never know if the other one will swipe back.
“No match.”
“Give her a moment,” Claire elbows him, playfully. “Not everyone is scrolling for dates at work.”
“Hey-”
“Speaking of, I’ve got a meeting. See you!”
--
You throw yourself down on the bed, a little bit tipsy after an evening of drinking with your friends, and hold your phone dangerously above your face – you’ve been so close to giving yourself a black eye from the drop so many times but never learn – and open up that stupid app. Your friend had encouraged you to sign up to it after declaring you’d been in a pity party for long enough now after your last break-up and it was time to get back out there.
You scroll through the latest arrivals, swiping left as you go. Everyone internet dates now, you don’t know why you only seem to attract utter creeps on it. You’d been on a few dates, but they’d all been entirely awkward outside the safety of the chat box.
You pause on one new arrival, Leon, 41, the first photo in the set clearly a candid. He’s dressed in a suit – no tie. Businessman, you wonder? Amazingly hot and maybe the most shiniest hair you’ve ever seen.
You roll over onto your stomach and swipe right, smiling when a chat bubble appears.
--
Leon had just settled into bed for the night when his phone vibrated angrily on the bedside table. He threw a hand out, blindly, and looked at the screen, half expecting it to be an email from work or a message from Hunnigan.
It’s neither – a notification from the app.
Hi, Leon. Thanks for swiping. Can I ask something?
He frowns – a unique opener, but it could still go the way of the others, he reckons. He’s not a prude, per say, but he’s seen a lot more than he was intending to these past few weeks. He backs up and has a quick scroll through your profile, vaguely recognizing your face from when he’d swiped right earlier that day – the girl Claire had deemed sweet.
Hi – ask away.
A bubble appears with three dots within.
How do you get your hair that shiny?
Leon barks out a laugh - definitely refreshing.
I’m sorry, I don’t think we’re at that stage of our relationship yet where I’m comfortable sharing my beauty secrets.
Please? Mine is so dull.
He clicks on your profile again and onto the photos but can’t see why you’re worried about your hair. Truthfully, all he registers when he looks at the picture is that sweet, genuine smile.
Looks pretty good from what I can see.
The camera adds all the shine. Are you using a filter?
Trust me when I say I wouldn’t know how.
Don’t know about filters but using a dating app? That doesn’t gel.
My friend suggested I give this online dating thing a go, so here I am.
Well, you’ll have to thank your friend for me.
Leon hesitates a moment, before shrugging it off.
I’ll be sure to, especially as it’s got me talking to you.
Your scalp tingles, but it seems nothing to do with the alcohol consumed earlier.
Too cheesy? I told you I’m new to this, right?
Nah, you’re gouda.
Leon grins.
--
The conversation continues to flow over the next few days. You talk about work – he keeps it vague, works in the government, can be called away on business trips last minute – and you are equally elusive in your response of office work. Internet safety, he reckons, smart girl that you are. Hearing his phone ping with a notification has quickly become his favourite sound.
Nice day?
Definitely. Picked up my motorcycle – it’s been in the shop a while.
Dare I ask what happened?
He hesitates. Chasing a bioterrorist down a highway is perhaps a little too much…
Hit by a truck. I wasn’t on it - obviously.
Jeez. Insurance not just buy you a new one? I can’t think how that’s salvageable.
It’s my favourite, I couldn’t give up on her. You ever been on a motorcycle?
Uh-uh. Too scared.
What of?
Falling off, mainly.
No danger of that if you ride tandem - just need to be sure to hold on real tight.
You bite your lip, mulling over a response, but Leon fills the gap.
And I’d look after you, of course. Make a nice first date, don’t you think?
First date? That’s more, like, third or even fourth date material.
There’s your chance, Kennedy – don’t mess it up.
Well, then we better get the first date out of the way.
You bite your lip as you type back a response.
Is that your way of asking?
If it is?
If it is, then I’m free Friday...
Perfect.
--
Friday morning arrives and Leon’s at his desk, typing up a report when his phone chimes. Checking over his shoulder, he pulls it out of his pocket and smiles when he sees it’s a text from you. You’d exchanged numbers the other night, deciding it time to take communication off app ahead of meeting up.
Morning. Question?
Morning. Still after my shampoo secrets?
Yes… But not that. How am I meant to recognize you?
I thought that’d be easy – by how shiny my hair is, apparently.
It’ll be dark out, though.
Is this you trying to be subtle about asking for another photo?
No comment.
Leon locks his computer, the screensaver switching to today’s date and time on a black background. He swings his desk chair around, looks around again to make sure no-one’s on their way past, and opens the camera app. He flips the viewfinder around and tries out a couple of smiles before snapping a selfie – if Claire could see him now…
He sends it through.
Included the time and date and all. Happy?
No comment.
Well, how will I recognize you?
Easy. I’ll be the one coming up to you and saying, “Hi, Leon.” See you tonight x
Until then x
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The two of you had decided to meet at a bistro – varied menu for all tastes, not too intimate, excellent wine, spirits and craft beer menu.
Leon is nervous as he stands to the side of the entrance – an emotion he hasn’t truly entertained since 1998. There had been no time for it when bioweapons and death were staring him down the face. But, tonight… Well, he’s out of his element on this one. Leon had only ever approached women through work and, yes, it was to varying degrees of success but they’d already seen him properly in person, heard his voice, aware of what he does. There was a horrible niggle at the back of his mind that the date who had stood him up a few weeks ago had caught sight of him and turned heel on the spot.
He looks down at this watch to see it’s bang on 7.30. He’d arrived ten minutes too early, but didn’t want to chance being late and showing up in a fluster. When he looks up, slipping a hand back into his pocket, a figure with a familiar face is walking towards him, greets him with an anxious smile and an awkward half-wave.
God, you’re adorable.
“Hi, Leon.”
“Hi,” He smiles, one hand still in his pocket, the other hanging down by his side. He wonders if he should’ve gone in for the kiss on the cheek, but he’s missed his chance.
“Erm…” You wring your hands together. “You okay?”
“Great. You?”
Why does he feel as giddy as he did when he picked up his girlfriend for prom back at high school?
“I’m good. It’s nice to put a… voice to a face?” You laugh – light and airy - and Leon’s already desperate to hear it again.
“It really is. Er, shall we?” He gestures forward with his arm.
You nod. “Let’s.”
The conversation is stagnant at first, a sentence here or there as you peruse the drinks menu and move on to ordering starters and entrees. With a little liquid courage, though, the two of you soon slip into easy conversation.
It’s just after the appetizers are cleared when Leon realizes he’s completely and utterly smitten.
You don’t even know where the time has gone, but all of the sudden the two of you are the only diners left and it’s clear the wait staff are looking for you to leave so they can begin their nightly clean down.
He follows you out and onto the sidewalk, a few metres away from the bistro entrance, standing awkwardly opposite each other – mirroring the beginning of the evening.
“So, fancy a ride?”
You tilt your head at him curiously before you burst out into laughter and he grins, rubbing the back of his head, awkwardly, as he realizes the context.
“I mean, I brought my bike here. I can give you a ride home - on my bike.”
You smile. “Not on the first date, remember?”
“Of course.” He nods. “Sticking to your principles – I respect that. Well, can I call you a cab?”
“Oh, actually, I’m gonna walk. I live just in that building over there…” You point up to an apartment building about halfway up the next block.
“I could walk you across the street?” He cringes as he realizes maybe he’s coming on too heavy-handed. “I’m sorry, I promise I can take a hint-”
“No.” You cut across abruptly. “I mean, walking me home would be nice.”
You cross the road in silence, both wrapped up in your own thoughts. You wish you lived slightly further away so you’d have longer to work out what to say, how to end the night.
“So…” Leon begins the other side of the road, the entrance to your apartment block just ahead. He’s trying to keep calm and collected, but there’s just something about you that has made his heart race, his palms sweaty. Don’t fuck this up, Kennedy. “I had a really lovely evening.”
“Me too.” You smile back – and you mean it – but you can’t help but brace yourself. Is this the part where he says, yeah, he had a nice time, but he’d rather not do it again? It seems all too good to be true. He’s the same as he was on the phone, messages and photos.
“Great…” You take a deep breath at his pause, unconsciously clenching your fists, “..cos I was wondering how you felt about a second date?”
“You’re really desperate to get me on that motorcycle, huh?” You tease, instantly relaxing. “But, seriously, I’d like that, to see you again.”
“Is tomorrow too soon?”
“That depends what you have in mind.” You stop, suddenly – the apartment foyer to your left. “This is me.”
“Well, we’ve done dinner, shall we work backwards and have lunch next?”
You take a step closer. “And then breakfast?”
“Fourth could be a midnight feast?” He steps forward too, misjudging the distance and something hard brushes against your stomach. Leon’s eyes widen in alarm. “Oh, wait, I…”
He dips his hand into his trouser pocket and pulls out a travel-sized bottle of shampoo with a sheepish smile. “I meant to give you this at the end of dinner – my beauty secret.”
You yank him forward by his jacket collar and kiss him before you can even think properly about what you’re doing. You step up onto your tip toes to deepen the kiss, a hand bracing yourself against his chest for a moment before you mean to step back, maybe even apologise for pouncing on the man, but Leon’s arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place, kissing you back incessantly before you both have to retreat for breath.
“Well, if I knew the shampoo would get that reaction I would’ve started the night off with it.” He murmurs, pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. “I gotta ask though - you’ll kiss on the first date, but not ride a motorcycle?”
You shrug, half-heartedly. “One’s more dangerous than the other.”
He kisses you once more, softly, ending with a teasing nibble on your lip.
“Oh, we’ll see about that, sweetheart.”
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𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑮𝑭 ˚୨୧⋆｡ - C.S
(headcannons!)
warnings: hc's, chris x hyperfeminine/girly reader, sfw and nsfw but they are labelled as such.
nsfw warnings: dom!chris, brat!gf, teasing, mostly suggestive.
authors note: i had fun with this so if y'all want a pt2 or any other hc's pls send reqs for them!
SFW !
₊⊹⤑ chris always admired how in touch with your feminimity you are. he always loved the bows, dainty necklaces, skirts and lace, it made you seem so delicate and sweet.
₊⊹⤑ chris will always jump at an opportunity to help you braid your hair (which you taught him.), clip a necklace for you, zip the back of your dress. he loves helping you out no matter how big or small.
₊⊹⤑ anytime you're doing your makeup or picking out an outfit you can always find chris watching with adoration.
₊⊹⤑ even when chris didn't understand something, he still loved it. did he know what the difference between cream or powdered blush? nope. but nonetheless, he thought it looked pretty on you.
₊⊹⤑ did he know what the hell the difference between coffin or square was? also no. but he paid for your nails anyways because he knew it brought you joy.
₊⊹⤑ he'll find any reason to get close to you so he can take in your familiar sweet scent..
₊⊹⤑ from your hair to your clothes to your perfume, you always smell like candy, cake, anything and everything heavenly.
₊⊹⤑ sometimes your delicate appearance comes back to bite you in the ass though.. you and chris will get into small arguements and he'll just stand staring at you, a small smile growing on his face..
₊⊹⤑ "what's funny jackass?" "jus' can't take you serious when you look that cute" he'd tease you.
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₊⊹⤑ despite your delicate exterier, chris knows you have another side to you.
₊⊹⤑ chris would casually congragulate you on things infront of friends with a nonchalant "good girl." or "you're doing so well" that would make your thighs clench.
₊⊹⤑ chris knew exactly what he was doing though. he would say the same things when you were on your knee's for him or when you asked him before you came.
₊⊹⤑ what did you love more than chris' praise though?
₊⊹⤑ being a brat.
₊⊹⤑ on days where you'd wear your short skirts and dresses, you'd always make sure to tease him. sitting on his lap, bending over near him to let him catch a glimpse of your lacey thong.
₊⊹⤑ you especially loved doing this in public where he couldn't do anything about it.
₊⊹⤑ he'd whisper in your ear "keep it up sweetheart, i'll bend you over my lap the second we're home." and he would.
₊⊹⤑ he loved how your attitude betrayed your sweetness, but you know what he loved even more? to fuck it out of you.
₊⊹⤑ "such a dirty mouth for such a sweet girl. maybe we should fix that hm?" and next thing you'd know you were on your knee's, doe eyes looking all fucked out as he filled your perfectly glossed lips.
₊⊹⤑ skirts were also a weakness of his for other reasons. easy access when you were sitting in his lap asking for attention or when he wanted to tease you under the table at dinner with friends.
₊⊹⤑ it was nearly impossible to say no to you though.
₊⊹⤑ you'd come to him while he was getting ready. "chris. i need you" "i need to film in a few. later okay baby?" "chris please." then he'd catch sight of you..
₊⊹⤑ pretty little top with your clevage peeking out, your hair pulled back with ribbon but little pieces framing your face. a desperation in your eyes that only he can fix.
₊⊹⤑ how could he say no to you?
₊⊹⤑ so before he'd film, he'd lay you out across your bed on your fluffy blankets. his head would dissapear beneath your skirt till your perfectly manicured nails were dug in his scalp, till you were more than satisfied.
₊⊹⤑ matt and nick couldn't help but giggle when he entered the car.
₊⊹⤑ "dude.." nick started. chris looked at his brothers confused "what?". "you have pink lipgloss ALL around your mouth.." matt would tell him knowingly.
₊⊹⤑ wonder where that came from?...
tags: @mattsrod @sturncakez
#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets fanfic#chris sturniolo fanfic
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fear and fridays
Summary: simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout
pairing: quinn hughes x fem reader
notes: everyone thank taylor swift and zach bryan for this one
You pace back and forth in your living room. Quinn said he wanted to stop by after his game so naturally, you turned your television on and watched from the beginning to the end. The Canucks won, which didn't come as a surprise to you. Captain Quinn Hughes always led his team to victory.
Even though he has a key to your apartment, Quinn knocks, waiting for you to let him in. You come to a halt, feet glued to the floor and fingers trembling. You know why you're so nervous. You haven't seen Quinn since you admitted your feelings to him. His words were on repeat in your head, like a broken record. "If I ever get married to a girl that's not you, I'd pray to God that you'd stand up and object."
Another knock on the door brings you back to reality and you begin to make your way to the slab of wood thats keeping the two of you apart.
There's a smirk on his face when you swing the door open, and he lifts up a brown paper bag with grease staining the bottom, you're worried that whatever is inside will tear apart in a matter of seconds. "I bought some burgers, thought we might treat ourselves to a night in." Your heart does a flip and you shoot him a smile while moving to the side to let him enter. It isn't unusual for Quinn to stop by with dinner after a home game, especially after they win, but you aren't sure how to feel about how normal he's being.
You follow Quinn to your kitchen, taking a seat on the barstool at the counter. He starts with grabbing plates, heading toward the dishwasher instead of a cupboard because he knows that you hate putting dishes away. Then he heads toward your fridge and pulls out two beers, and they aren't your favourite but you make sure to keep them in stock because they're his favourite.
The two of you sit in silence, enjoying your burgers and beer. Wind crashes against your living room window, and everything is taking you back to that night, which feels like forever ago. You haven't talked about it, trying your best to push it to the back of your mind, but still those words are on repeat.
Quinn laughs, causing you to look up from your burger and at him instead. "Jack and Luke said you're lame for not answering their texts." You shake your head, pulling Quinns phone out of his hand. You open up the camera and sport a pouty face before clicking the button to capture the photo and send it to the Hughes brothers group chat. "Thats only because half of the time I never know what the hell they're talking about. And, they keep harassing me, asking if I'll go to the lake house this summer."
You start to hand Quinn his phone but freeze once his phone starts to ring. Its her.
His eyes are already on yours when you look up at him, the both of you unsure of what to do. It's not like you guys are sneaking around, but everything is different now, and you're wondering if she even knows that her boyfriends best friend is in love with him.
In a swift movement, Quinn grabs the phone from your hand and slides it into the pocket of his shorts. "I'll give her a call later." He mumbles. "Anyway, back to the rug rats, you should come to the lake house this summer." He changes the topic and it makes your heart drop. You begin to wonder if you're becoming his secret.
"I don't know, Quinn. I'm not sure I'd want to third wheel, and as much as I love your brothers, I don't think I can survive spending all my time with them." You both know that's a lie. Jack was your friend first, but the moment you two started to drift due to busy schedules, Quinn swooped in. "Why would you third wheel?" He asks as he begins to clear the countertop from your plates and now empty beer bottles.
You frown at him even though his back is facing you. "Well, I assumed you'd be bringing..." You pauses, afraid to say her name out loud. "I assume you'd bring your girlfriend along." Quinn scoffs, "Please, Trevor would be all over her. I wouldn't do that to her." It's a lousy excuse, you know that, but you still want to push it. "So you'll let me tag along and fall victim to Trevor Zegras?"
The two of you laugh at the same time. You like Trevor, but he's like an energetic puppy that doesn't understand basic commands like "Shush" and "No"
"No, no definitely not." Quinn turns around, leaning on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. He's wearing a tight black underarmour t-shirt and you can't help but let your eyes roam his arms. You usually aren't attracted to guys with muscle, but Quinn pulls it off so well. "Trev knows you're off limits." He tells you.
Your eyes shoot up to his, and you're sure that this time, he's looking at you the same way you look at him. Quinn Hughes is in love, and it's not with his girlfriend.
"Yeah? I'm not so sure 'off limits' means much to anyone anymore."
Quinn smiles at you, running a hand through his hair, and you smile back because you know the ball is in his court.
"I should probably get going, Nat. Early practice tomorrow, Captain needs his sleep."
You desperately want to tell him that he can spend the night, like he usually does. Half of your closet is filled with his clothes anyway, but instead you hop off your stool and walk him to the door.
"Thank you for the treat," You tell him, and there's still that damn smile on his face that is driving you insane, because you made him smile like that, and you know what it means, but the two of you won't say anything more. You open the door for Quinn, but before he steps out, he grabs your hand, pulling you close to him.
He places his hands on your cheeks, and before you can react, he kisses you. One, two, three times.
Neither of you say anything before he starts to walk away, leaving you in your doorway, swooning and dumbfounded.
You shut your door, knowing what you should do next. It's like deja-vu, the way your fingers are trembling once again. You pull your own phone out of your pocket and open up your messages. Jacks contact is first, a text he sent a few hours ago, staring right at you. Your fingers are on a mission to send a simple text.
ill see you at the lake house
#quinn hughes#hockey boys#hockey blurb#quinn hughes x you#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes imagine#jack hughes#nhl fic#luke hughes#hughes brothers
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Hi jade I’m the anon that asked about the non zombie au Steve blurbs! I just thought of a story idea: Steve with a gf that’s recovering from ED?
hi babe!! hope this is ok<3 fem!reader
cw implied eating disorder recovery
"Ready?" Steve asks.
You lean back in his bed and cross your arms over your tummy. "No… are you sure we have to go? I'd way rather stay and watch a movie here. Please?"
"Please," he says back. "I really wanna see this one, he's, like, a tomb raider."
"You realise there were two movies before this one, right?"
"Yeah, but I didn't know you knew that. I think you'll like it too, babe. You think that Ford guy is handsome."
"I think you're handsome, and I can see you right here."
Steve takes his jacket off. As soon as he does you feel awful, throwing your legs over the side of the bed to stop him undressing further. "I'm kidding. I'll go. Come on, you're right, Harrison Ford is really handsome."
"Are you sure?" he asks, jacket held in his hands loosely. "I know you haven't been feeling the best, so if you don't wanna go, it's fine. We can go later in the week."
"I– I don't wanna–" You hate stammering around him, but admitting how you feel about this carries an awkward weight. A fettering kind of shame. "We'll have, like, nachos and popcorn and stuff, and movie food is really–"
"I get it," he says, nodding.
Steve puts the jacket down on his dresser and grabs your hand, pulling you back enough to sit with him again on the bed. Sheets crumple under your hands. You're in for a Harrington pep talk, you can tell. You need it so much you don't try to fight it.
"Stuff like that sets me off," you mumble, though he already knows, "and I've had a really good week this week, I don't wanna ruin it."
"The week isn't ruined if you have a slip up, you know that," Steve says gently.
It's just hard. Even though he loves you. Even though he understands. It's raw to be seen at what you feel is your worst, while you trust Steve to be kind about it, because something tells you that your worst is the worst. You know you aren't lesser for having this problem, but knowing and feeling don't align when it comes to this.
"I don't want to go somewhere that's going to make you feel shitty, though, seriously," he says, his arm slipping behind your back. He kisses your cheek, and speaks warmly in your ear, "if you don't feel like you can do it tonight, then you don't have to."
"This is silly. I can't keep interrupting our lives because I'm worried about how eating butter is going to make me feel."
Steve rubs your back. "Don't do that, honey. You don't have to make it smaller than it feels."
"Steve," you say quietly.
"I know this isn't small for you. I promise it's not small for me, either, and it isn't disrupting my life. You getting better is a thousand times more important to me than seeing a movie, so if you feel like you can't be there, we won't go."
"Are you sure?" you ask.
Steve hugs you. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I am. I'm proud of you. Not everyone understands it, I know, 'n' I know that makes it harder, but I'm on your side." He pulls away to make sure he's said the right thing.
You smile at him fondly, reaching up to brush rogue strands of hair off of his forehead.
"Let's stay here and have the dinner we planned," he says, nodding hopefully.
You nod back. "Okay… Thanks, Stevie. I promise we'll see the movie soon."
"That's alright. I don't like that you knew that guy's first name anyway. Can't have a movie star stealing my girl, I can't compete with that."
You snort and flick his arm. He flicks you back.
"You sweep him completely," you tell him.
The total and inarguable truth. You don't need a movie star when you have him. Steve hugs you again, this time pushing you down into bed to rub his face against yours. "That's what I like hearing."
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington drabble#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things#tw disordered eating#cw disordered eating
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May we get a part 2 of need a friend?? IT WAS SO GOOD UGH like how can hobi be yan but also respectful gosh i love him
YES ilysm
tagging @sxtaep as promised 💖
pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: friends to lovers
warnings: brief mentions of reader's boss being inappropriate, mentions of blood/death and violence (not towards the reader), oral sex, rough sex, daddy kink, praise kink, marking, l o n g i n g, lots of kisses, creampie
The next morning lingered on his eyelids, sunlit and sweet, just like the taste of you on his tongue. It was as though the universe wrapped around him with its silky, starry frame, no longer a stranger nor a foe, but an old friend that would always be there to welcome him home. Everything shifted the moment he entered a completely new door with you.
The only thing he wasn't sure of was just where that door was leading. But it seemed like waiting for the answer to unfurl naturally was not such a bad option, because your hand was warm in his grasp as he walked you to work, your fingers fitting so perfectly in between his. Your kisses tasted faintly of the coffee you've shared on the way, and he wished he could make you his primary source of hydration, drinking you in, tasting different flavors off your tongue for the rest of his life.
Still shy, or perhaps too embarrassed for public displays of affection, you pulled away from him, the tip of your nose cold as it brushed his.
"Need to go in," you murmured.
Hoseok fixed up your scarf, deciding not to tease you, and left a parting kiss on your forehead.
"Okay. Stay warm."
You smiled up at him, pushing your hands into the pockets of your coat.
"I got a message earlier saying my that boss isn't in," you sighed. "For the first time in a year. Must be some special occasion."
Hoseok raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. Truly, what an unexpected turn of events indeed.
"Oh yeah? Well, good for you, right?"
You nodded, biting down on your lip.
"You have no idea. He's such a mean creep."
Your choice of wording had Hoseok's shoulders stiffening. Oblivious, you continued your rant, shaking your head.
"All the girls know. It's so exhausting dealing with his arm around you all the time. Or touching the small of your back to pass through," you huffed, clearly resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "He never does it to any of the men, though."
Met with silence, you looked up at Hoseok. The odd, stoic look on his face didn't match his eyes. Because from miles off anyone who knew him could see that he was pissed.
You placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
Was he okay? The cool morning air suddenly seemed suffocating. He felt hot under his coat, so hot he didn't think he could stand still for another second.
"You..." He sighed heavily, making great effort not to sound strained. "You should report him."
You shrugged.
"He's not doing anything illegal, so I can't. He's just annoying."
You stood up on your toes, pressing a warm kiss into his cheek.
"I really gotta go. I'll see you later."
Hoseok sighed again. The little gesture only added fuel to the fire.
"Have a good day."
He watched you go in with a smile that faded as soon as you disappeared from his sight. He reached into the pocket of his coat and took out his phone, dialing the same number he had messaged last night in a hurry.
"Are you on your way?" The voice on the other side whined.
"I am. Is he still alive?"
Jimin hesitated. "I think so. Can you hurry up? I wanna take care of this and go home."
"Keep him alive," Hoseok snapped, completely ignoring the rest of the sentence.
Jimin scoffed.
"What the fuck? Do I look like a nurse to you?"
"Unless you have a book on necromancy, keep him fucking alive. I mean it."
"For god's sake," Jimin gritted. "Whatever. Just hurry up."
Hoseok really wished he could have spent the day closer to you instead, but it looked like he had too much work cut out for him in the garage. Sometimes death was a mercy, a soft kiss goodnight that marked the departure of the soul. Stained white from the grim reaper's cold, bony lips.
Not everyone deserved a peaceful departure. Hoseok had his own scythe, and his kiss was stained red.
*
It was after five pm when you arrived at his place, the sky already darkening, as typical in autumn. The spare key to his place hung around your neck for the past year, and you've grown used to using it casually, just as Hoseok had always dreamed. He left the kitchen when he heard the familiar turn of the lock, greeting you with a hug. His arms were tight around your waist, pressing you close to his body. You responded immediately, tucking your head under his chin, letting him breathe you in.
"You okay?" You asked, closing your eyes as he held you.
"Yeah," Hoseok whispered. "Just missed you."
Just want you. Just need you.
The longer he stood there, the more like himself he felt again, all the anger flowing off of him, just like the blood did in the shower. You were his peace. He wanted to lay his head down and find rest within your body and soul. There was no end to the laments of his heart when you were involved, and there was no point in holding back anymore either.
You lifted your head, looking up at him, pretty eyes and pretty lips opening to ask a question.
"Do you want to-"
You were cut off by his lips pressing into yours hard, like he wanted to imprint himself on you. Leave you tainted with red too, although a completely different shade, with all the love that dripped and dripped from his aching heart. You stilled in surprise, only for a moment, before opening your mouth to the warmth of his tongue, your feet moving backwards as his moved forward - until your back came into contact with the wall.
"Missed you," he repeated in a mumble, veiny hands sliding down to your ass to give it a squeeze.
The soft moan you let out made him throb, his cock pressing into the outlines of his jeans.
"Missed-" you gasped, leaning your head back as he proceeded to leave kisses along your neck. "Missed you, too-"
"Not as much as I missed you, baby," he hummed, already working on your unbuttoning your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your breasts.
"Wait," you pushed at his chest, making him pause, his eyes searching yours. His stomach twisted. Did you change your mind? Did you want to go back to the way things were before? The panic made his heart clench like a fist in his chest.
And then you pressed your lips to his jaw, your hands dropping to his zipper.
"Let me help you, daddy."
Hoseok groaned, leaning one arm against the wall as you knelt down before him, not trusting his knees not to buckle. If going to hell was the price for this, for having you, and keeping you safe from the shadows, he would greet the devil with a firm handshake.
He panted softly as you unzipped his jeans, like the heat of the flames of hell was already enveloping him. He didn't care. All he cared about was your hand dipping inside his briefs, the touch making his cock twitch.
His urgency must have seeped into you through his kiss, or maybe that was what ignited it in the first place. The same kind of hunger that has been biting at him for what seemed like years.
He watched you wrap your hand around his shaft, flushed and aching for attention. His free hand landed on top of your head, stroking your hair.
"God," he breathed. "Such a good girl. Who's my good girl?"
He could feel the heat of your breath fan over the tip of his cock, the most beautiful moan sneaking past your lips. You glowed under the praise, your tongue sticking out to lick a drop of precum off him.
Hoseok shivered.
"So good..."
He wasn't sure if he was referring to you or how you made him feel. Maybe both.
You licked him from the balls to the tip, his knees weakening at the sensation. You didn't tease further, taking his cock into your wet, warm mouth and sucking. The next groan that left him was guttural.
His hands tangled in your hair, tugging lightly.
"Good girl, oh fuck."
You were so captivating. No matter how much he wanted to close his eyes, he couldn't stop staring. The sight of you on your knees, mouth full of him and teary eyes made his balls clench. And the feeling of it? Of the wet, hot tightness swallowing him up? He had to tug on your hair harder to get you to stop, because coming this quickly again would have been somewhat embarrassing. And he needed you so much.
"Baby, get the fuck up here," he urged breathlessly, his hands already wrapping around yours to pull you up. You threw your arms around his neck, your breath knocked out of your lungs too with the force of his next kiss. The muffled, questioning noise of surprise was quickly swept away by his tongue, his hand securing the back of your head as he pushed you back up against the wall.
"Daddy's had a really-" he huffed in between the kisses, dragging your panties down your legs, "long fucking day."
He lifted you by your thighs, gritting his teeth when he felt your hand wrap around his cock again, guiding it to your entrance.
You were so wet.
He moaned, hooded eyes stuck on yours as he pushed his hips forward, sinking inside you inch by inch.
This was his home. His place of rest. He was nothing but a wanderer before the first time he found himself in your arms.
He bottomed out with a small shudder, setting a hard, but unhurried pace right away. He needed you so much. Needed an outlet for all this tenderness swelling in his heart, filling his head with violent thoughts at the very possibility of your smile fading for any reason. His cock throbbed with every deep stroke, his lips restless on yours, low, throaty moans slipping past them.
"You're so tight, baby. Wanna-" he paused, once again battling with his own thoughts. He tightened his fingers around your thighs, putting all his trust in you and trying to let go, just as you had done for him yesterday. "W-wanna- shit- come inside you every night."
"Yes! Please, daddy," you breathed, your cunt tightening around him.
He wondered if you knew just how much he meant his words. That this wasn't just dirty talk. He groaned either way, your begging making his stomach jump.
"Such a good fucking girl. So beautiful," he rasped, his pace suddenly increasing. He fucked you faster, filling your cunt to its limits, and watching you take it so well.
"Shit. Daddy's perfect girl."
You whined into ear.
"Harder, please."
Hoseok attached his swollen lips to your collarbone, immediately complying with your request - how could he not? His cock pounded into you as he sucked on your neck, desperate to leave behind a mark, both inside and out.
"Thank you, daddy," you moaned, "love you."
If not for the pleasure that gripped his stomach at the words, shock would have made him still inside you. But instead he ended up tumbling towards what felt like a cliff, and all he wanted was to fall off it.
So he continued to fuck you, quick to react instead of over thinking for once, his head snapping up.
It occurred to him that you may have just been fucked out, but your glassy eyes were on him, unflinching, eyelashes fluttering so prettily.
He was gonna come.
He groaned, kissing you more, fueled further by your eager response.
"Oh, love you more, fuck, daddy loves you so much more."
He could feel you squeezing his cock with your tight walls, the little cries leaving your throat urging him on.
"Fuck yeah, come with me," his breath trembled, his lips endlessly distracted, dropping kisses wherever they could reach - your neck, your cheeks, your shoulders. "Come for daddy, lemme fill you up."
His hips almost stuttered when you arched, your cunt pulsing and leaking around his dick. He grunted, not able to hold off, his balls clenching and releasing all the cum he was so desperate to fill you with. He groaned louder, his fingers digging hard into your thighs.
"Oh shit, yes, good girl."
Something akin to a whimper left him when his orgasm passed, his entire body feeling fuzzy. He registered your lips pressing into his shoulder, his heart skipping a beat.
You made him feel fragile and invincible all at once. How was it possible?
He sighed, carefully setting you down, his hands caressing your waist. He pulled you into a tight hug, no words left in him to describe how much this meant to him - how much you meant to him. He wished he could dip a feather in the night sky and write you a letter in starlit ink. He wished he could stay with you every second of every day until you grew old, and still lie entwined with you when six feet under the ground, 'till his bones turned to dust. But all he could do for the moment was hold you, and somehow despite everything, it was enough. More than enough.
#I needed Hobi to get through this week 😩#hoseok x reader#yandere bts#bts smut#bts x reader#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts reactions
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Dead Friend Forever ep 1
I finally got sucked into watching. And since there's so much speculation around the characters and their actions/motives I thought I'd document my observations as I go. (small comments in brackets are things I've gone back to after the ep ended)
Who did the axe man hit for the guy on his own (Non, right?) to get splashed with blood, because the guy with him (Jin, right?) had already run off, unless it was his own blood from a wound lower down on this body... (So I'm guessing this is the original film that they made with Non years ago...no, wait, if Non was the 'killer' in the mask in the film then why is he running away from another masked person with Jin here? Is this also the film or is this their real experience. Oh ho hooo the mystery thickens...what's real and what's played out for the 'camera' [including for us]?...).
Also, I can't believed I'm watching this 🙈
I think the only way I'll get through the scary gore bits is to analyse their believability.
Ok, let's go! I like the opening credits music.
It's a good job it's difficult for me to figure out all their names because the things I've seen/read about the show so far mean nothing or very little.
The first believable thing! - no phone signal and no wifi in the middle of nowhere. I used to experience the same thing in the Swedish countryside.
Ok, I see those looks between Fluke and green-shirt-big-money guy...what secret do they have about what's on that external drive... And embroidered shirt guy doesn't know...or does he and he's a good liar?
EVERYONE IS JUST SO SUS.
So green shirt guy, Fluke, Jin, and embroidered shirt guy (Top!) were in this movie? And Non was the 'killer'. And Phee pretends he doesn't know who Non is even though I've seen that he and Non knew-knew each other... The two who don't know Non (for realsies?) is brown jacket guy (White?) and the guy sat opposite Jin.
Wow green shirt guy was quick to jump in to say he had a camera in the house to remake the film - that Phee suggested. SO SUS. Jin and tall guy (Tee!) did NOT like that.
"I don't want him [White] to get involved in what we have done" - What HAVE you done Tee? 👀
Also I love that all this is happening with White in a "Sexy Summer Time" t-shirt on 😂
An asthmatic who smokes 🤦🏽♀️ Yeah, he's definitely not going to find his inhaler when he needs it. (Is that Tan?).
Oh what if White isn't the innocent cherub he's made out to be? What if he's manipulating this to get revenge for Non? I've seen people say they want him to be the last girl standing (or whatever the phrase is) but what if he's orchestrating all this?
Whyyyyyy did green shirt guy (Por!) leave the house and go into the woods???
So, interestingly, Tee and Fluke instigated the search for Por, then Phee doled out instructions once they found him... Hmmmm...SUS
Por seems alive and conscious, why is no one asking how it happened? Also, even in his second year, Fluke should know to stay calm so as not to panic the patient more...
Who keeps jump cables in the house and not either in the car or in a garage/outbuilding, especially somewhere like that??!?
Again, they're in a house in the woods. Surely there would be a saw in some kind of garage/workshop? Why are they looking in a kitchen for a knife to cut a tree branch?? WHY IS THE SAW IN THE KITCHEN UNDER THE SINK?! 😂
It's incheresting that White concludes it's an attempted murder 👀 Thus sowing the seed in everyone else's mind...
BOYS, proving that there's a ninth person is NOT the priority here. Getting Por to a hospital is. 🤦🏽♀️
Also incheresting are the deleted scenes 👀 HOW COULD POR GO INTO THE WOODS ALONE ESPECIALLY AFTER HE COUNTED NINE PEOPLE?! Also, Tan was not part of the failed re-staging of the film...SUS.
Alright. I'm hooked on the mystery. I should make clear that I in NO WAY want any answers that will spoil the mystery for later in the series. Please and thank you! 🙏🏽 I'm just laying down some thoughts to come back to once more info gets revealed. Comments that don't spoil anything are absolutely welcome though! 😁
#dead friend forever#NO SPOILERS PLEASE#I am watching despite the horror and gore#although it's ok so far
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TBOSAS liveposting
IT'S TIMEEEEE
AT LAST
God I miss LOTR lighting
I'm gonna assume that's baby Snow. If only I could see his fUCKING FACE
Dude chopping up another dude and we're less than two minutes in. I'd expect nothing less
He looks like Draco Malfoy and I hate it
(I'm loving this though)
Nooo not Papa Snow
Put your shirt back on you little shit
HE STILL LOOKS LIKE DRACO MALFOY AND I STILL HATE IT
"where's the shirt" he says
That's such a weird way of phrasing it I'm sorry
Oh okay he did mean a specific shirt I'll shut up
I love Tigris
"future president" HAHAHAHA
These movies love their symbolism and I'm living for it
Ooooooh hello he's lying about being poor
Her name's Arachne! I always love the names in THG, they warm my nerd heart
Also her voice reminds me of Johanna
IT'S THE MUSIC
HELLO CREEPY LAUGH WOMAN
God she's gonna be awful isn't she. I love her already
SHE'S SO CREEPY
Oh I like Casca. There's this edge to him that I can't quite put my finger on
Peter Dinklage is a great actor
OOOOOH hello motives
I love how they just refer to them as "boy/girl". So dehumanising. So creepy
Damn the dress really makes her stand out
Who's the dude apologising to her??
GET SNAKED BITCH
Am I tripping or does her dress have snake designs on it
I'm not gonna lie the singing is my least favourite part of this so far. It feels a bit too out-of-place and Disney
Hanging Tree had impact. This, less so. I keep expecting a bunch of singing mice to join her on stage or something
Oooooh she's angry
So he's gonna manipulate her? What a surprise
Well that's a normal thing to do
RUN SNOW RUN
"this cage is delightful" that was much funnier than it should be
FLICKERMAN SENIOR????
ohhh look they're in a zoo I wonder what that could symbolise
This is hilarious
Ohhh Sejanus is a rebel he's gonna get FUCKED
"I'd like you to write up a proposal of these thoughts tonight" TRAUMATIC FLASHBACKS TO HIGH SCHOOL
Except I had to write up proposals on adding water fountains and whatnot. Not. You know. Mass murder
That is a terrible bloody lunch
Sejanus darling would you like me to slap your father
Side note, are those sweet potato fries? Horror
oh Marcus turning away from him made me so fucking sad
I've seen spoilers of this part so I know what's coming
STAB A BITCH
Awwww Snow's trying to help her
Such a shame he becomes the worst motherfucker in the world
Sejanus just 🧍♂️
His character development is really well-written so far though
Nice handwriting Snow
!!!!! Character with Down's syndrome!!!!!
Omg she held his hand
How old are these kids??
This keeps reminding me of high school and I can't
TOOTH BLOB IN A JAR I REPEAT TOOTH BLOB IN A JAR
Side note my very legal site just started audio describing in ?Russian? at me and I got jumpscared so hard
I'll translate that later
PRETTY SNAKES
CLEMENSIA YOU BITCH
Let him do all the work and take credit for it??? B i t c h
You're that one dickhead in every group project and I hope the snakes get you
I swear my experience of high school was fine
JUST BACK OUT YOU TWAT
You gonna die
AAAAAND she dead
Did they give her an antidote or take blood???
Probably the latter let's face it
Dill do you need some lemsip or what
Are they handcuffed together? I feel like that's not the smartest idea for protection
Oh no they're not
The indoor arena must go much quicker than the outside one
🎶HEEE'S A LUMBERJACK AND HE'S OKAY🎶
Whoa where did those explosions come from??
RUN SNOW
Awwww she stayed
Glad that Sejanus won't have to watch Marcus die though
Well this is ominous
Snow what are you doing down there??
Wait is he down there or not I'm confused
Oh okay he was
Are they gonna kiss??
OH THEY ARE
Scratch that no they're not
Well the Billy Taupe bit sure felt random as hell
What kind of industrial grade rat poison are they using out here???
NO YOU'RE NOT GONNA WIN IT TOGETHER
Jessop's losing it isn't he
"And smile. It's why we have teeth." That was HILARIOUS but also I feel like I could write a critical essay on it
Missing Stanley Tucci hours
So why's Sejanus there?? His tribute fucked off
DON'T YOU TOUCH THAT GIRL
Ah shit we're gonna get Rue 2.0 aren't we
The actual games bit is always my favourite part of the movies
OH FUCK
Well. We know what happened to Marcus
I knew it would be something horrible
YES SEJANUS
So that was why Casca said the thing about the door
I really like Sejanus. Which is surprising because normally my favourites are the horrible ones
HATE TO AGREE WITH SNOW BUT YOU REALLY SHOULD BE RUNNING RN LUCY
Oops she dead
WHERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL
I love how monotone he is. It's so different from Caesar's forced exuberance but it's equally unsettling. He's so detached from the death
So are they all just sat in the arena??
Omg
Omg Lamina
HE'S ALIVE???
WAIT NO I THOUGHT THEY KILLED HIM
God that makes everything so much more horrible
they're all cheering for her but she did it so he wouldn't suffer didn't she
I can see it in her eyes
AND THEY'RE JUST BACK TO THE WEATHER THIS IS GENIUS
"that's what happens when you do stuff" stop making me laugh
I hope Lamina gets a painless death. I like her
???why did it miss her??
Bit of an obvious question maybe but
Ohhh hello vultures I can't see you without thinking of Crosshair
I can see everyone sloooooowly twisting Snow and it's great
He's probably right I wouldn't trust that water
has he got rabies???
GAUL JUMPSCARE
I know Sejanus isn't gonna make it and I'm just waiting for the inevitable
goddd I want to believe Snow so badly
I think that's the clever thing. You never know how much of it is truth
"I don't wanna hurt you" proceeds to smash his head in
What was I literally just saying
Did Snow kill him??
maybe I'd be able to tell if I could fUCKING SEE
it wasn't that awful was it
Tigris darling it's too late
CALLED IT IT'S RABIES
Snow you evil genius
LAMINA NO
I liked herrrr
Owww fingers in the door
I knew Coral would kill one of them at some point
WILL YOU JUST DRINK THE WATER ALREADY
bitch don't you touch Wovey
Don't make me watch her die
DILL??? REALLY??????
At least they won't suspect if she dies
Reaper has a heart :(
fuck now I'm sad
no shut up
he's arranging the bodies you don't get it
I'm not gonna cry I'm not gonna cry
YOU GET THAT FLAG
This scene broke me
it's like a cape help
PLEASE DO THE SALUTE PLEASE
FUCKING SCREAMING
I have to rewatch that oh my fucking god
his name's Reaper his name is Reaper I can't
they killed Felix didn't they
for the reminder
THEY'RE GONNA CUT BACK AND REAPER WILL BE DEAD
I GUARANTEE YOU ITS GONNA HAPPEN
HURRY UP SNOW
Bye-bye Treech
I don't want Reaper to dieeeee
He might be my favourite character out of all of them
WOVEY'S ALIVE
WOVEY NO
You son of a bitch
And Reaper tried to warn her I'm gonna cry
THE SNAKES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL THOUGH
I want some
That's a fun way to die isn't it
I KNEW IT I KNEW REAPER WOULD DIE WITH HONOUR
What a man
"I can't have killed them all for nothing" STOP
They pulled a Cato again and made me feel sorry for the bastards right before they die
Fucking chills
It's still a bit Disney musical but I love it
UPRISING TIME
WOOOOOOOOO
Such a shame it's all gonna go to shit
maybe you shouldn't have used your handkerchief with your initials on you twat
Casca you bitch
What happens to Tigris??
NO DON'T CUT HIS HAIR IT WAS LIKE HIS ONE REDEEMING QUALITY
Sejanus you wholesome boi
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SEJANUS COULD HAVE SAVED HIM
"it's a different world out here" aaaand there's the prejudice
why do I feel like he's not guilty
WHAT IN THE WHERE THE DEAD MAN CALLED OUT FOR HIS LOVE TO FLEE
HOLY SHIT I LOVE THAT
Snow nooooo you were doing so good
yes yes he would
I hope Sejanus lets her out
He's looking for Lucy isn't he
THERE SHE IS
Something something feathers in her hair
it's not a coincidence that she spotted him at that part of the song is it
Ohhhh Billy you dick
I can't even commentate at this point I'm too engrossed
oooooooooh she pulled away I saw that
KATNISS PLANT HELLO SYMBOLISM
Snow you bitch just run away
SNOW
SNOW YOU LITTLE FUCKWAD
Lucy darling he ain't pure at all
WELP SHE'S DEAD
Sejanus baby I just wanna hug you
why was Sejanus crying the saddest part of it
NO YOU WON'T
there's gonna be a dna sweep isn't there
I really want them all to escape together but I know that's not gonna happen
what the fuck
what the fuck sejanus no
SEJANUS NO
I KNEW HE WAS GONNA DIE BUT I NEVER REALISED HE'D GET HANGED
aaaand Lucy's gonna hear him on the recording isn't he
well fucking fuck
Oh okay they didn't
IS HE CRYING
oh he is
well now I almost feel sorry for him
I'm so conflicted rn
YOU SHOULD BE SORRY YOU GOT HIM KILLED YOU CUNT
ooooh you fucking liar
Also technically you indirectly killed a lot of other people
coryo what are you doing with that gun
well I know what he's doing I've seen the trailer but like
WHY ARE YOU SWEATING ARE YOU OKAY
well that wasn't awkward
Ohhhh we're coming up to that bit aren't we
"if something's happened we can talk about it" I love how he just suddenly became an awkward teenager
OH
OH IT'S THE SCARF
goddddd he's going insane
HE SHOT HER???
or maybe not
ohhh he's going mad isn't he
It's so QUIET
Suspense
Is she even still there?? Or is this just in his head???
I wonder if she'll ever work out the full story
The ambiguity is really infuriating but also really really clever
Is that an eel??
Well that was a vague-ass answer
where's Tigris??
God he looks even more like Draco Malfoy now
Oh there she is
LOADED ANSWER MUCH
ooooooooooooooh Casca backstory
SO HE WAS A SABOTEUR ALL ALONG
OH HE POISONED HIM
Not surprised
DAAAAAAMN WHAT AN ENDING
Not as good as the originals, but that was to be expected. I adored it and the Reaper scene is gonna be stuck in my head for the next three months thank you and goodnight
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Scott and Rosita had returned from another run, two weeks later, with survivors, it was a woman and a few kids, the oldest looked seventeen.
It turned out that this woman was a friend of Michonne's, her name was Jocelyn and she had rescued all those kids, taking them under her wing, until she got injured and Rosita had found her.
Jocelyn was taken to the Infirmary, where she had escaped from shortly after, claiming that there were others out there, more children out on their own, more people had gone out to look for them with the woman, Michonne included, and soon enough, they were brought back.
Michonne, who was the current leader of Alexandria, offered them a place to say, seeing as they were vulnerable children, and her and Jocelyn were old friends, Natalia was not slightly jealous, not at all.
Jocelyn had taken quite the interest in Natalia, or more like her pregnancy.
When Natalia had shared that she was nine months along with twins, and that they should be here any day, Jocelyn had demanded for her to take a seat, insisting on waiting on her, shooting Natalia's husband a harsh look for letting the woman walk around and do stuff around the community, even though he hadn't and had been insisting on her taking it easy.
Only a day had passed since Jocelyn and her children had arrived and settled into Alexandria, but a small group of them had gone out to hunt, bringing back quite the treat for the people, putting anything Daryl had ever gathered, to shame.
The Dixons weren't very fond of the woman and her kids, but it had not stopped them taring into the food later that night, as the community sat around a fire, playing games and having fun, little Judith was even sporting cat whiskers, which Evie had drawn on for her.
"Would Evie like to go join the others?" Jocelyn asked
The nine year old was sat next to her mother in the Grimes kitchen, watching her carefully and making sure she was well looked after.
"I'm okay." Evie answered for herself.
"Go on, Eves, have fun." Natalia encouraged, patting down the girls hair. "I'll be alright, dad will let you know if anything changes, which it won't."
The girl looked up at her parents, her eyes swam with worry.
"I got it, Eve, go keep Jude company." Daryl nodded at her.
"Okay." She sighed, as if they were forcing her to do chores. "Love you." She hopped off her stool, kissing Natalia's cheek before Daryl's.
"Love you too, kid." He placed a hand on her blonde head.
"Love you more than Dad does." Natalia called after the girl as she left to go outside with the others.
"Does not." He also called to her retreating back, who waved her parents off.
"She's a good kid." Jocelyn told them.
"She is, yeah." Natalia answered. "She's an aspiring doctor, already, and a great artist, we're very proud of her."
Michonne eyed her friend, who was acting like she had something to prove.
"Wow, you've definitely raised her well." Jocelyn nodded, not picking up on the competitiveness of the woman.
"We have, thank you."
"How is she with walkers?"
Natalia looked up at Daryl.
They had started training her after the war, just like they had planned, it hadn't gone great, the first time they took her out, she had a panic attack, crying about her birth parents, and they had to immediately take her back, the next, it was a real fight for her life, as the one she had managed to stab with her knife, it fell on her whilst it was still alive, Daryl was quick to pull it off her and take it out whilst Natalia scanned the little girl for injury. So far, in two years since, she had killed a total of five walkers.
"She's great," Daryl nodded. "A real walker killer."
"The best." Natalia added.
"Her sisters will be really lucky to have her then, let's hope it runs in the family, in the Dixon blood." The woman smiled at them.
"Yep!" Natalia didn't bother correcting that they had adopted the girl when she was six because both her parents had gotten bit by walkers.
Winnie, a little blonde girl, who made Natalia's chest ache when she met her and revealed her name, came running in with her empty plate, laying it on the island.
"Man, when you said your kids could hunt." Michonne sighed, when she left the house. "I thought maybe a couple squirrels and a slingshot, tops."
"Linus and Winnie did good today." Jocelyn said proudly. "They always do. If it's fine with you guys, I'm sure they'd love to teach Evie, maybe she can help them be as much of an elite walker slayer as your girl." She asked the married couple.
"Oh, our Evie, she's amazing at hunting, right babe?" Natalia lied, looking up at Daryl, who had his hands on her shoulders.
"Yep, taught her everything I know, thanks for the offer though."
"I don't know how you do it." Michonne turned back to Jocelyn, after shooting the two another look. "All those kids. I would go nuts."
Natalia cleared her throat, she was about to give both to her fourth and fifth children, technically she'd only have a total of three, though.
"They take care of me." Jocelyn admitted. "None of the adults in our group made it. They just.... broke. But children, they grow. They learn. They're capable of anything."
"Dad! Come out here with us" Evie called from around the fire, her and Judith were waving at him.
"Uncle Daryl, Uncle Daryl." Judith called.
Daryl looked at Natalia unsurely.
"You really wanna turn them down?" Natalia asked, "See their little faces whilst you break their hearts? Go on."
"Alright, I'll be back in a lil bit, you need anything, give me a shout." He told her, kissing his wife quickly before going out to the children.
"You brought all my kids back to me, and now you're back at it?" Jocelyn asked Michonne, who had been watching the pair wistfully. "Don't even. I know the look." Natalia watched her best friend carefully, not wanting to accept the idea that this woman could know Michonne better than her. "You're going out for your man."
"There is no look." Michonne brushed off.
"Woman, please. Natalia, did you know that in Junior year of college-"
"Oh, God." Michonne sighed.
"What?" Natalia pondered.
"Dean Turner said he needed a thousand signatures before he'd consider Michonne's petition, and the look she gave him when she showed up at his fancy ass Regent's dinner with double that-- that look." She turned back to the woman, pointing at her face.
"That man was an asshole." Michonne defended herself.
"Told you. The look." They laughed, Natalia did as well, though she felt very left out of the conversation. "You already know you're going. So at least you can enjoy this."
"What if I never find him?" Michonne asked.
Natalia stood up, her heart shattering, she knew the news had upset Michonne when Daryl told her he was going to stay in Alexandria for a while, even though she was the one who had encouraged him to be there for Natalia, after she walked out.
"You will." Natalia told Michonne.
"You might not." Jocelyn added, not giving the glare Natalia shot her, attention. "But if you give up now, then you definitely never will. And you can't live with that, can you?"
"I need to know." Michonne agreed. "Judith, this baby," She rubbed her own bump. "They deserve to know."
"So go find him, Mich. You found me after 15 years. Last time I saw you, there was still a world. It can't feel more impossible than that."
Natalia felt ultimately selfish, for wanting Daryl and Michonne in Alexandria, she knew she should of never forced either of them to stay in the walls, she decided that tonight she'd tell Daryl that she wanted him to continue looking for Rick, that'd she'd handle things at home, and when the babies were old enough, she'd join him if he was still out there, Michonne was right, Rick's kids needed their dad, even if it's just to know what had happened to him.
"I am so glad that you are here." Michonne high fived her old college roommate.
"So am I." Jocelyn replied.
Jocelyn had invited Evie to a sleepover with the other children, she had first refused, wanting to be at home with her parents, in case anything happened, but just like the campfire, they had encouraged her to go, if not for herself, but to at least look over Judith, and keep her safe, to which she caved, making sure that as a good cousin, she'd look out for Judith, just like her older brother did for Evie.
Late at night, when Natalia had brought up to Daryl about going out and looking for Rick, he had told her he wasn't leaving, not until she did, even though it killed him not finding his own brother, she was keeping him alive, he meant it when he said he wanted to be there for his wife and children, when he went back to his search, she'd be beside him, they made a promise on it.
The next morning, the Dixons were enjoying breakfast at Michonne's, considering she was in an empty house.
"I swear to God, they're going to be here in the next two days." Natalia groaned, dropping her head onto the table. "I am so sick and tired of being pregnant."
Daryl looked away, feeling bad for the millionth time of putting her through it, even though he didn't mean to.
"You're growing two humans inside you, Nat."
"That's the problem." She looked up at her friend, "I'm only one person, they're tag teaming my ass, hard."
"I was going to say that it's something you should be celebrating, happy about. It's an massive accomplishment."
"Rich coming from someone who's only five months pregnant with her One! baby." She put her finger up. "I swear, I'd give anything for my waters to break today."
"You're gonna jinx yerself." Daryl told her. "Babies are gonna come whenever the time's right, that's what you said."
"What are their names, again?" Michonne asked, the pair hadn't actually bothered to tell anyone, yet.
"Daisy Caroline and Bambi Elizabeth Dixon's." Daryl told her.
"That's beautiful." Michonne smiled widely. "Have you told Carol yet?"
"Not yet, waiting till her and the King come over when they're born." He told her.
"Sure you don't wanna ask your old best bud what she thinks, bet she's already got a kid with those names, who are like super cool and rad." Natalia did jazz hands.
"Nat, are you jealous of Joss?" Michonne asked her, who had placed her head back on the table, she was not in a good mood this morning, the girls had been up all night, rearranging her organs and playing kick Mommy in her bladder whilst sticking our limbs in between her ribs.
"No." She scoffed. "I miss Evie, my favourite child." She scowled to her belly.
Michonne looked at the clock on the wall before getting from the table.
"I'll go get her and Judith, should be ready to come home by now." Michonne said.
"I'll help." Daryl offered, getting up from the table as well.
"Nah, I got it, make sure you feed your wife so she doesn't throw a tantrum and break anything in my house." Michonne petted her best friends hair as she talked about her. "I'll be back in a sec, with mine and your daughters."
Daryl had topped Natalia's bowl with another large spoonful of oatmeal as they waited for their friend to come back.
When they heard shouting in the street, the pair ran, the best they could, out the house, all the parents were stood there, looking around, worried and frustrated looks on all their faces.
"What happened?" Daryl asked.
"Where's Evie?" Natalia continued, not spotting her daughter anywhere. "Mich, where is she?"
Michonne looked between the pair, exasperated.
"What the hell happened?" Daryl pushed.
"The inventory and Infirmary's were both raided, Barry was murdered, they're gone." Scott told them.
Daryl looked along the ground, small bloody footprints led to a manhole.
"What? They- they're gone?" Natalia whimpered. "Where are they? Where's my daughter? Where is she?" She was going into a panic, which was definitely not good for her in her state.
"Hey, hey, look at me" Daryl grabbed her, he was scared for his daughter as well, but he had to make sure his wife and other daughters were safe before leaving her. "We're gonna find them, okay, you know I can track, I'm gonna find them and bring 'em back."
"My baby, she's, she's out there, I promised, I promised I'd never let anything happen to her, I'll go with you." She pushed her hair out of her face, tears were already streaming down her face. "I'll help, I'll find her."
"No." Michonne stepped forward, she too was in a panic, but she was a lot less pregnant than the other woman. "I will, we need you to stay here, we're gonna bring them all back." She looked at the other parents.
"She's out there, and, anything could happen, I need to help." Natalia sobbed as Daryl tried to console her.
"Nah, baby. You can't, we'll bring her back." Daryl muttered. "You gotta stay here, alright, stay here and be safe, for them."
Shortly, Daryl and Michonne left, to go in search for the children of Alexandria, the man had left strict instructions that Natalia wasn't to leave and come after them, knowing the woman well.
Rosita and Aaron had already left for a run the day before, so it was in Eugene's hands that he watch her.
As soon as he had turned his back, when she requested some food, Natalia was out the door.
"Natalia!" Negan's voice came from his cell window as she passed it. "Natalia, don't ignore me, I know that's you."
"What?" She growled, stopping to catch her breath, making sure no one had caught on to her
"I know what you're doing, I heard what happened. You can't go after them."
"Why do you care?"
"Cause I know Daryl told you to stay put, those babies are gonna come any second, he ain't gonna be too happy when he comes back with Evie and you're gone."
"Since when have you ever had my husbands best interest in mind?"
"Since poor Eugene is gonna get it in the neck from him, I also care about you, Natalia, may find it hard to believe, but I do, don't go out there, you're gonna die, plain and simple."
"Go to hell, Negan, my daughters out there." She told him, before continuing on her way, managing to slip out the gates without being noticed, which really was something she'd have to take up at a meeting, considering she was in fact huge, and able to sneak out as easily as she did, it was a security risk.
Natalia had no idea where Jocelyn could take the kids, she didn't even have an idea on where to look.
But she decided to head into the woods, maybe she could look for tracks there, she wasn't thinking straight, but her idea came from their expertise hunting skills.
"Evie?" Natalia called out, when she was surrounded by only tree's. "Evie! Judith!"
The pain that had been bugging her all morning, was coming back with a vengeance, even worse than before, she had been ignoring it as best as she could, not thinking anything of it, Natalia had bigger things to worry about.
She held her stomach as her face screwed up in agony.
"Agh!" She winced, slightly doubling over.
A rustling distracted her, she wasn't alone out here, as it was.
Natalia looked around, her beloved knife, that she hadn't used since she had been grounded a few months ago, was clutched in her fist as she looked around the greenery.
A walker emerged, coming right for her, Natalia ignored the pain, as she kicked the walker back with her boot, she knew she couldn't bend down, so throwing the knife was out of the question, she'd have to get him at a height advantage, but that's when an idea struck her.
Natalia kicked the walker down again, when he had gotten back up, this time landing him flat on his back, she stomped on his chest as she reached for a low branch, snapping it off, it was long enough for her to plunge into the walkers head, killing it.
"Mommy's still got it." She whispered, rubbing her bump, the pain had miraculously gone away, which was good, because another walker appeared, this time it was a woman, closer in her height, giving her a better advantage.
This time, Natalia used her knife, as her babies acted as a barrier letting her stab the walker through the eye without letting it touch her.
When no more appeared, Natalia continued on, keeping a hold of the stick, just in case, though the pain had come back, even worse, but she gritted her teeth as she carried on walking, she had no other options, Evie was out here with psychos, and so was Judith.
Natalia had ventured even further into the woods, when she felt a wet gush seep down her legs, when the pain was becoming even more advanced and more common.
She looked down at the denim, It was indeed soaked.
"No, no, no, no, girls, I didn't mean today, that was just a joke." She cried, when the realisation she was going into labour, in the middle of the woods, alone, hit. "Not now, why? Stay in there."
And just her luck, a small group of walkers appeared, snarling and growling at her.
"This is the two of you's fault." She grumbled, backing up away from the walkers.
Natalia kicked the first walker that had come at her, stomping on it as she stabbed her knife into another's throat, hitting the brain, before stomping hard on the ground walkers skull, when another had reached her, she pushed the blade through the side of it's face, three down, two to go.
She kicked the forth one, but a wave of pain crashed over her, as she screamed through her clenched jaw, the last walker had grabbed a hold of her, as she tried pushing it off.
A gun shot had sounded, then another.
Natalia opened her eyes, the last two walkers were dead, she turned to where the sound came from, a woman with long reddish blonde hair was stood ahead of her, a gun pointed at her head.
"Don't shoot." Natalia put her hands in the air, in surrender, even though it felt like it was going to rip her in half.
"Are you bit?" The woman asked, she looked a good ten years older than Natalia, probably the same age as Daryl, she looked cold, as well, she definitely looked like she was capable of shooting a pregnant woman without batting an eye.
"No, but I am in Labour, can I put my hands down?" Natalia groaned.
"Yeah, of course." The woman's face softened only slightly, as she put her gun away, taking a step towards the woman. "Wait, you're in labour right now?"
"Uh huh." Natalia nodded, doubling over as she caught her breath through the pain.
"What are you doing out here?"
"My daughter, she's missing, it just happened." Her face was screwed up.
"I got a cabin, come back with me." The woman offered.
"You live out here, in the middle of the woods?"
"Yes, come on." She took hold of Natalia's arm, a hand on her back as she helped her walk, whilst keeping an eye out for walkers. "Guessing you're the woman I heard screaming earlier, as well."
"I gotta find my daughter." Natalia told her.
"No, what you need to do, is get somewhere safe whilst the baby is in the process of being born." The woman was stern, a voice that made Natalia decide to not argue with her. "Seriously, what kinda dumb are you to decide to have a baby in this kind of world, must be a special type of stupid."
"It wasn't exactly planned, didn't want any other kids but my girl."
"You either have really shitty luck or you're just really reckless. Kid's don't survive in this kind of world." The woman said.
"You're telling me." Natalia squeaked, crushing the strangers hand. "But... but they do, they can, if you look after them right, it ain't all lost."
"That's why your daughters missing and you're gonna end up giving birth in the woods." She told her.
"Alright, fair enough." She whimpered.
"Why the hell are you even out here alone, are you by yourself?"
"Just decided to go for a hike in the woods, y'know, exercise is good!" She cried out half of her sentence, Natalia thought she was going to go blind by the pain.
"We're nearly there, alright, we're close, just hold on a little more." The woman told her. "What's your name?"
"N- Natalia." She breathed. "Yours?"
The woman didn't answer.
"Lady, you're about to see my whole world, it'd make us both feel better if I at least knew your name."
"Leah." She answered, after a moment of thought. "My cabins there." She pointed at the small house made of wood.
She gained a sharp cry in response.
Leah led Natalia into her home, Natalia instantly crashed on the sofa she guided her to, laying flat on her back.
"Uh, I've never done this before, but I got some experience in patching people up." Leah confessed.
"Don't worry, this isn't my first rodeo, but that time, it was in a hospital and drugs." Natalia sobbed as Leah undid the buttons of her dungarees, pulling them down.
"Your daughters birth?" Leah asked. "Evie's her name, right?" She had heard her shouting it out in the woods.
"No, my other daughter, but she didn't make it. Evie was a friend's kid, I- I took her in, it was her dads dying wish" She didn't know why she was telling Leah this, the pain must be numbing her defensive wall.
"I know what you mean." Leah looked down, as she continued to pull the jean part of her outfit down, leaving her in just panties and a top. "You mind if I?"
"Go ahead." She threw her head back as she carried on letting the pain eat at her.
"You have an accent, where are you from?" Leah thought it might help if she got her to continue talking, whilst she undressed her.
"Savannah, Georgia." Natalia confessed.
"Wow, you're a long way away from home." Leah huffed, as she took a look at the birth canal of the woman she had just met in the woods, she was definitely about to give birth.
"Thought this place would be safer, been here for a while, a Georgian accent is hard to shake."
"Okay, I'm gonna go get some stuff, you just stay here, okay?"
"Where the hell do you think I'm gonna go?" Natalia snapped, as the woman got up, running further into her house.
A dog had come walking out of one of the rooms Leah went into, a Belgian Malinois, the dog came up to Natalia, sniffing her, before laying her head on the woman's chest, letting out a whine as it could pick up that she was in pain.
"Hey." Natalia whispered, kissing the dogs fur, scratching along it's neck.
"Willow, come." Leah ordered the dog, her hands were full of towels, she was also carrying a bucket full of warm water.
"It's okay, I love dogs, I haven't seen one in almost two years." Natalia told her, almost begging to let the dog stay.
"She's a sap for anything tiny and weak." Leah scoffed.
"Gonna let that slide because you're helping me, but I need you to know that any given day, I'd so beat your ass." Natalia grinded her teeth as she threw her head back against the couch cushions, again.
"I fought in Afghanistan before this." Leah told her.
"I worked in a coffee shop, what's your point?" She really was an open book today.
"How tall are you, like 4,11?" Leah set out the towels, dabbing a wet one over Natalia's face.
"No, at least 5,2, at least. I've taken out grown men bigger than you and I combined. Not to gloat, or anything."
"No, don't worry, I believe you." Leah moved to take another look, setting a towel over her legs to give some sort of make believe privacy. "Alright, if you feel the need to push at any point, go for it."
"Got it." Natalia was out of breath as she dealt with the pain.
"Why don't you tell me about the father, y'know who he is?"
"Yes, I know who the father of my children are, I'm married to him." Natalia snapped, raising her left hand to show off her rings.
"Did you meet him before or after?"
"After, eight months in."
"So is the marriage real?"
"Yeah, we got a priest friend, he like legalised it in the name of God, or whatever."
"Okay, so tell me about your husband, what's his name? Where is he?"
"His name's Daryl, we've been married for two years, he's out looking for Evie with my best friend."
"So you got a whole group of people?"
"No, no we don't, uh... just a few of us, barely surviving, to be honest." Normally Natalia was a very talented liar, today was not one of those times.
"So what does your husband, Daryl, do, Natalia?"
"Archer, he- he's real good with a crossbow, an outside kinda man- he, uh, he hunts as well, Daryl's great at everything, best thing that ever came out of this world was meeting him, I wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for him, I'm real lucky to have him, I love that man, with everything I got, even after he did this to me." She cried out from the pain, once again. "He's beautiful, no wonder we're right here."
"He sounds lucky enough to have someone in his life to describe him like that, men aint that great to have in this world."
"You're telling me, we had this place, a prison, built it up from the ground, but it- it was destroyed, and so we fled, at one point, it was just me and him, after we lost someone real special to us, then we met this group, real bad group of guys. I'm gonna push now!" She cut herself off, feeling the urge to.
"Alright, okay, bite on this." She stuffed Natalia's belt into her mouth, after removing the weapons and sterilising one of the knifes in the bathroom, she then had a look under the towel, definitely seeing a crown.
Natalia's screams came out muffled as she bit down on the belt, Leah helped guide the baby into the world, as it began wailing.
"It's a girl." Leah announced, cradling the new born as she used the clean cloth to clean her up.
Natalia panted, watching Leah handle her baby girl.
"Is she okay?" Natalia asked, she was drenched in sweat and flushed.
"I think so, yeah, ten fingers and ten toes, everything looks in order." Leah recalled, as she took in the baby, before wrapping her up, laying the tiny thing on her mothers chest, letting Natalia cradle her daughter as she wept in delight.
"She's beautiful." Natalia kissed the tiny girls head, as tears continued to track down her face "Hey, hi." She whispered.
"Natalia, how many babies are you expecting?" Leah asked, taking a look for haemorrhaging, but finding something else, another head crowning.
"Twins, oh God, I'm having twins, forgot to mention that." She placed the belt back in her mouth, as she ran a finger across her first baby's hairline, taking her in, already, she could see so much of Daryl, she was probably just being a typical mom, but Natalia truly believed she gave birth to beautiful children, she was two for two at the moment, without including the miscarriage she had, that didn't resemble much of a baby and more of a fairly big blood clot.
The baby in her arms distracted her a lot from the pain as she gave birth to the second twin, though it was a pain in the ass as much as the first.
"Another girl." Leah whispered, checking her over, the baby was silent.
"Why isn't she crying?" Natalia asked, looking up, "She should be crying."
Leah's hands slightly shook as she listened to the baby closely, not hearing breathing either, she flipped the infant over, her mouth facing the ground as she patted her back, eventually, drawing cries from the new born.
"She's okay." Leah confirmed, cleaning the baby up when she was satisfied the baby was alive and well, wrapping her up in a towel and placing her on the other side of Natalia's chest. "Do they have names?"
"Yeah.... Daisy and Bambi." She nodded at each baby, Daisy was the older one, Bambi was the younger sister.
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Truth or Dare, gone wrong.
Summary: Toge (a little shit) gives innocent fem reader a dare. Megumi is unamused.
Rating: 18+, Lemon.
Pairing: Megumi x Reader.
Word count: 1,666.
Other: Established relationship, characters are aged up, bunny is used as a term of endearment, good girl is used once, Megumi is a meanie. Enjoy.
A crappy B-horror was playing on the wide screen. Itadori, the only one paying attention to it. The others enjoying their own hobbies. A lazy evening. No missions, no threats, no danger. A nice change of pace, a boring Tuesday.
“Ugh, I'm so bored,” Nobara pouts. Looking away from her phone. “Entertain me,” she says, poking Itadori's face. He just ignores her, so caught up in the movie. Even when she pokes him harder and harder. Giving up and turning her gaze to Maki. Who's crunching on chips. Nobara sighs, trying another person. Orange eyes flicking towards you. A sharp smirk growing on her face.
Dread welling in your chest as you see her forming those sinister words. Trying to think fast, you speak without actuallly thinking. "Truth or dare, we should play truth or dare." An ominous silence fills the room. All eyes on you. Gulping, you try to fix your mistake. "Or… Or something else." You suggest in a rush.
“No, no, we should play truth or dare.” Yuji interjects and Nobara nods enthusiastically.
“I'll go first. ” Nobara announces, “Yuji truth or dare. ”
Tilting his head to the side as he thinks. Her dares range from harmless to blackmail territory, depending on a dime. “Dare,” he winces. She cackles all the way to the kitchen. Cackling still audible even over the banging cupboards.
Returning minutes later with a full glass. Disgusting green liquid sloshing as she sashays back. You could smell the concoction from where you sat. The scent like spicy garbage juice and sickly sweet vomit. Making you want to gag. Yuji's face wrinkling in disgust. He pales as she hands him the glass, “Drink it all. ” She says, grinning with too many teeth.
Yuji blocks his nose before he downs the glass in one go. Everyone watching in disgust. Coughing after he swallows the vile drink. Before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Delicious,” he says, even though his eyes are watering. "My turn, Panda, truth or dare."
“Dare.”
“Cuddles.” Is Yuji's immediate response. Panda does give the best hugs. He's so plush.
“Truth or dare Toge. ” Panda asks.
“Salmon.”
“What's the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you on a mission,” Panda asks.
Toge takes a few seconds before speaking. “Tuna…. tuna mayo…. mustard leaf….caviar. ”Telling his story with cartoonish gestures. Keeping you entertained as you get the gist of his story. At least, you think you do. After his story, he looks around, eyes locking on you. Gesturing you over. You nervously approach as he whispers to Yuji. “ You sure? ” Yuji asks. Toge grinning and nodding. Confusing you and as you start to sweat. A little nervous. Yuji whispers a dare into your ear. Even though they didn't ask you truth or dare. You still go along with it.
“Umm, what does that mean?” You ask, looking between the two.
“Spicy cod roe.”Toge says, giving you a thumbs up. Itadori following suit. A giant smile on his face. Their encouragement, soothing your nerves.
Marching over to your boyfriend. Who was nearby reading and not at all paying attention to the game. “Gumi, can I dom you?” You ask, head tilting to the side.
The group goes wild. Looking over your shoulder. Nobara is clutching her stomach as she laughs. Maki is smirking viciously, eyes alight with glee. Panda is hiding his face in his paws, ears bright red. Toge and Itadori giggling. You frown. Why are they so amused?
Looking back to your boyfriend. Who has closed his book and was uncrossing his long legs. You think you see a tint of pink on his pale cheeks as he stands. Glaring at the group behind you. While you stare awkwardly up at him.
Sighing, he takes your wrist before leading you out of the living room and down the hall. The silence encompassing. You pout, wondering what had set off this course of events.
Pulling you gently into his room. Before reaching over you, to shut and lock the door. Pushing you against the cold wood. “Gumi,” you whisper as he's leaning closer. Your chests touching, his breath caressing your lips. Putting his hands in his pockets. You lean up and try to kiss him because he's taking too long. He pulls back slightly, and you get on your tippy toes, making up the height. Chests now firmly pressing together. Your hand gripping his upper arms for stability. He rises to his full height. Out of your reach. Pouting, your hands trailing up his shoulders and neck. Tangling in his soft locks, trying to pull him down. He wouldn't budge, “Gumi.” You whine, trying again. He's still not budging.
“What's the matter, bunny.” He asks, staring down at you through his pretty lashes.
“Kiss me,” he just gives you a melodic hum. “Please.” You pout. One of his big hands escapes his pocket. Trailing up your neck, resting there for a moment before his thumb is brushing your bottom lip. You kiss the calloused tip before sucking on the digit. Humming in approval and pushing his thumb further into your mouth. You continue sucking, seeking his approval. His thumb pressing your tongue down, saliva pooling. Before leaking out of the seam of your mouth, trailing down your chin. Your eyes begging him.
“Good girl.” He says, popping his thumb from your mouth. A thread of saliva still connecting you. You whine, tugging at his hair. Needy and wanting more. “Now, bunny, behave.” You groan but stop tugging at him. Looking up at him with desire. He tugs at your jacket. Unbuttoning it before you're shimming out of the confining material. All but ripping it from your arms. Dropping it to the floor. He's tugging on your top. So you unbutton it. “Slowly.” He whispers, watching as more and more of you was exposed to his hungry eyes.
He stares at your half naked form. Making you blush and look away. His long fingers slide under the strap of your bra, knuckles trailing against your soft skin. He tugs at the strap and you unhook your bra. It falls from your arms, exposing your upper body to him. Your nipples pebbling in the cold air. His eyes remain on yours. While his fingertips brush down your arms. Taking a hold of your hands. Your saliva smearing against one of your hands. He curls your hands around the hem of your skirt. Lifting the material slowly, higher and higher. Uncovering more of your thighs. Until it's all the way up. Revealing your cotton white panties. “Stay still, bunny.” He says. His heavy gaze wandering over you. Goosebumps raising on your skin under his smouldering gaze.
His long fingers curl around your chin, tilting your head to the side. Exposing the column of your neck. His hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. Clutching your skirt harder, anticipation making your heart pound faster. He places the faintest kiss on your shoulder. Fingertips trailing over your stomach. You squirm at the ticklish sensation. “Be still,” he growls as he cups your pussy.
“Sorry Gumi,” your whimper turning into a whine as he nips at your neck. His index finger rubbing against the wet patch on your panties. The contradiction between his harsh mouth and soft hand has you trembling. Panties growing wetter. He sucks random hickeys on your skin. Nipping occasionally to leave red marks. His finger finds your clothed clit, trailing over the bud lightly. You moan as he applies more pressure before stopping. Making a disappointed noise. His hand returns to cupping your hot pussy. While he moves away from your throat. Turning your head forward. You look up at him with watery doe eyes. He leers down at you.
Moving your head to the other side. Leaning close again. He licks a long stripe up your neck. Before latching to the sensitive skin below your ear. His index finger gliding across your pussy. Lightly trailing over your opening before circling your clit. His skilled fingers making your core tremble. Pleasure mounting as his fingers speed up. Your hips rutting into his hand. Trying to push yourself over the edge. His fast pace slows until it stops. “Gumi.” You wail, tears welling in your eyes. He hums against you. Gently kissing the hickey he's left there. “Gumi, please.” You whine, tears flowing down your flushed cheeks. Desperate. Your hips moving against his uncooperative hand.
He sloppily mouths at your shoulder. Hand still against your aching pussy. “Gumi… Gumi…Gumi.” You're pleading, unable to get the friction you want. He takes pity on you. Sighing against your tender flesh. His fingers swirling around your throbbing clit. Pleasure fills you, leaving you breathless, knees shaking. The coil snaps as you moan. He works you through.
Lazily toying with your clit, slowing before stopping. From the side of your watery eye, you see him watching you. A panting mess. Your soaked panties sticking uncomfortable to you. Squirming at the feeling. “Look at you, creaming in your panties so soon.” He grins, moving your face forward. He makes you look him in the eyes. His pupils blown wide, an unkind glint in the dark depths. The hand on your panties starts moving again. Fingers trailing across your slit. Pressing firmer whenever he got to your clit. You moan each time he rubs against your sensitive bud. His fingers pushing against the damp material, finding your opening. “Are you gonna cum, again?” He asks condescendingly as he plays with your shaking body. Tears trailing down your cheeks as you reach your peak again so soon after the first. He kisses the salt away. Before whispering against your cheek. “Bunny, do you still want to dom me?” You try to shake your head, but his grip is too firm.
He slaps your thigh. The stinging pain making you quake. “Use your words, bunny.”
“No.” You whimper, sniffling and teary mess.
“Good, because we're just getting started.” He says, kissing your lips lightly.
Thanks for reading.
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Close - chapter three the match
You arrive at the performance centre to get ready for your match against liv Morgan , when you are in the locker room you hear someone comming in so you turn around.
"Hey" "omg hey dems" you went over and hugged her "calm down y/n/n we were together a few hours ago" she says laughing "yeah I'm just kinda nervous I guess like this is my debut match" "y/n you will be amazing don't worry" "thanks " you say with a smile on your face even though you were still worried , what would happen if it didn’t go well or the crowd didn’t react well to you .
*time skip*
You are sitting in the makeup chair doing your makeup when you hear people come in , it's the judgement day , " hey guys" "hey y/n" they reply "what are y'all doing here?" You ask " just came to wish you luck and I wanna do Damian's makeup" Rhea replies , dom and Finn come over to the desk and start fiddling with makeup . “Eh excuse you Finn get away from me makeup” “doms touching it aswell” “yeah but he’s being careful , your a clumsy fuck” he comes over and starts tickling you “will ye fuck off ive to get ready” you say laughing “you sound like some townie when your laughing” “go away Finn will ya” now scowling at him while he keeps laughing “right everyone out I’ve to get changed” Rhea stayed sitting on the couch while the boys left “why does she get to stay?” Questions dom “because she’s a girl and she’s one of my best friends” dom just smiles and leaves
*time skip* (I'm sorry for all the time skips I promise I'm not lazy 😭)
You are waiting in the gorilla for ur que when u hear it
IM GONNA SHOW YOU , LOCO MANIAC , SICK BITCH , PYSCOPATH
You go out and do ur signature pose (it can be whatever u want it to be , I chose I'm gonna show you crazy by Bebe Rhexa for my enterance but it can be whatever you want again)
You go out and start fighting liv and win by using your move called the compress (it's a pin tactic). You go backstage and the judgement day hug you , you wait for liv to get backstage and give her a hug and start talking to her " you were amazing out there y/n" "thank you so much liv like honestly I have looked up to you for a while" "awh y/n you are so sweet , do u wanna go get a bite to eat later or something maybe to celebrate your win and you big debut?" "Yeah sure I'd love to" you say , you go back to the locker rooms with liv and Rhea to get changed and get ready but when you try to talk to Rhea she just kinda blows you off and is very short with you so you are confused but just put it down to her being tired so you leave and go to dinner with liv , you have an amazing time and are happy to have made another friend , so you call an Uber and make your way home and when you get home u text Rhea but she leaves you on read
Y/n🫶 : hey dems *read*
Y/n🫶: you okay? *read*
Y/n🫶: I'm guessing your asleep I'll talk to you tomorrow good night *read*
You were confused and a bit upset that Rhea wasn't answering you but thought that maybe she had fell asleep with her phone on so you tried to sleep but just couldn't so you went to watch a movie and texted liv
The compressor💪: hey liv you awake?
Blondie locks💛: yeah what's up
The compressor 💪: I think Demi is mad at me but I don't know why
Blondie locks 💛 : why what happened ?
The compressor 💪: I don't know she hasn't spoke to me since she heard us planning to go to dinner
Blondie locks 💛 : oh my god you are oblivious aren't you
The compressor 💪 : what do you mean?
Blondie locks 💛 : never mind you will figure it out soon hun
What on earth was liv talking about? This just made y/n even more confused than she already was, she needed to talk to Demi very soon
She would see her in the gym the next day anyways and will corner demi if she really has to.
*authors note*
Hey y'all I hope you like this chapter , it's a bit longer than the other two
Have a great day/night 🫶
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'Deja Vu' First Reactions
Well, um... I was right. Much more LOVESONG and Run Away than LOSER=LOVER of GBGB. Another notch on my mastery of TXT's concept. But not my mastery of their storyline.
Also, why does this song sound to be like a nice blend between something ENHYPEN would make and something SHINee would make? Odd.
So yeah, fun song, I like it. The story is confusing me immensely, since colours for each member are back - something from Chasing that Feeling - but they aren't the same colours per member. Is this on purpose? Are they trying to change the symbolism? Was Chasing that Feeling just incredibly lacking in preparation and thought? I feel it's the latter, because Chasing that Feeling has like NOTHING, but still, confusing, and forces us to basically make this MV a story devoid of the rest of TXT's storyline, which is weird and annoying. I'm sure Laina will have many things to say about it though :)
Full thoughts below the line.
I was watching Girl's Planet for my podcast episode on it when I opened this, and this orb confused me so much. Tell me this doesn't look like the openings of Girls Planet and Boy's Planet.
Especially with the two colours circling each other and the cosmic swish sounds.
Here we get the fox from the trailer - and also from the Little Prince. It's glowing and colourful - it's clearly from a different planet, and this shot of it descending into darkness mirrors TXT (in the form of a multicoloured cloud of energy - see the similarities) falling from the sky in Chasing that Feeling.
Also, the shape it moves towards id kind of like an eye, but also kind of like the drains from Chasing that Feeling. Some other important instances of eyes in TXT's story? The cat with heterochromia, Kai and his eyepatch, and the massive eye shape behind them in GBGB.
This segment has the subtitles that some things are precious, but invisible, and we pass them by. The eye is crying this pinkish liquid - which will come back later.
Basically, some precious things are either invisible or passed by. What things? TXT, the fox, and friendship would be my best guesses. The fox especially was left behind in the concept trailer.
The tears obviously show regret, and since the fox disappears into a star-like twinkle in the eye, it suggests that, despite being passed over, the important things will be with us forever.
Whose eye is it? Taehyun's. How do I know that? I'll get back to that later.
Here we get our main character - constantly dead Yeonjun. He's in this field with.... giant balloon animal things? Which I assume are supposed to represent the magic in the world, since they disappear when the colour (magic/power from CTF) also disappears.
Now I will point out that Yeonjun is running, the world is red, and he has holes in his shirt. Aka, Yeonjun is likely in pain. A very common motif/story element in the TXT story. Story Yeonjun is going to need billions of years of therapy after everything he's been through.
But this is also where my annoyance shows up - because in CTF, red was Soobin's colour, not Yeonjun's. Is this supposed to tie him to Soobin? Or did they just choose red since he's in pain? I'll let you choose.
This shot suggests to us that, like the fox, Yeonjun is incorporeal, and this is either his soul or consciousness floating around without his body. Everything in the red shot is an entire world that exists within this red orb in the grey 'real world'. Keep in mind - the grey, or dark, real world which contrasts Magic Island is something that's been around since the very first TXT song ever - Blue Orangeade. It's very well established in their story.
Here he is, the man himself, and thankfully he was probably just dreaming, With his horn/fang earrings (ahem, animal imagery, ahem, the fox which Yeonjun is tied to above all the other members, ahem).
My big question is why is Beomgyu glowing? Is it because he murdered Taehyun and may or may not have claimed his power? Is he the most powerful since he got his power first in CTF? But his power was green, not yellow. Has he DIED???? Lol. Goodness knows. But it is very evocative imagery, the only problem is I don't know what it's trying to evoke.
Here we are again in the grey world, and since Soobin is definitely not driving and probably not being driven, I imagine the shadows are changing over his face quickly to show the passage of time - TXT are out of the timestream - I mean, time and not following it correctly have also been a concept of theirs since almost the beginning.
Ahem, dead Kai, ahem???!?!?!!
Probably more like 'living on the edge, being risky, being a TEENAGER!' Giving himself up to feeling, you know?
And yeah, I understand that water IS blue, but blue is Yeonjun's colour in CTF, not Kai's?!?!
That said, we can still apply the same principles - blue for relaxation, which he clearly feels in comparison to Yeonjun. Colour also = magic and a different world - and Kai is literally separated from the otherworldly, magical space that is the ocean, by the grey boat he is in. He's almost reaching out to the magic that he grew up with on the island.
And this shows us how out of the world they actually are - dissociated to the highest level on the side of the path.
But also - these sports uniforms are really odd looking - they're old fashioned, they look like they're from the 1930s or something, and considering it's a group of boys running in a field with what looks like a stereotypical European boarding house behind them - I think Yeonjun may or may not have time traveled himself to 20s England or something.
This can be applied to the other members too - Soobin's car looks like a model from the 60s or something, and the boat Kai is on has these nuts that are far more common on ships from the 20s-50s than anything more modern.
I mean these nuts, fyi.
They all have masks - they are all brainwashed boring denizens of the grey world, not Magic Island. Or at least, that's my interpretation.
Yo wtf where did Kai come from? Also, Yeonjun goes right back to his dissociated sleep as soon as Kai shows up - is this supposed to show how their magic keeps them connected despite the distance? Don't forget that Yeonjun and Kai are one of our best-associated pairings in the storyline.
Well I don't think I need to tell you that people holding hands and losing grip of each other is a symbol of desperation and loss, do I?
Henceforth, Beomgyu will be known as 'glowing Gyu.'
Still not sure WHY he's glowing - and in Kai's colour, too. He is singing about stars here, so that does make sense. Has he returned to the world of magic to the extent that he's basically BECOME it?
Ahem bias alert.
The shots before this show us that 1) Taehyun is still the only member with no colour (while glowing Gyu who murdered him in CYSM is the only one with no black and white/darkness), and 2) that he looked up, just in time to see both glowing Gyu, and dark Soobin (whose colour is a mix of Yeonjun's blue and Beomgyu's green). Are they going to fight?!?! Is Beomgyu Taehyun's saviour, or is he looking at him in anger for being murdered?
Am I too hung up on the murder scene from CYSM? Yes, but it's still kind of insane that one of the members of this boy group just... murdered another. In their SECOND COMEBACK, no less!!!!
Anyway, Soobin - he's in this weird space with this scaffolding which also kind of creates watery mirror shapes. If that isn't either hallucinations or magic, I don't know what is. It's also - duh - dark and stormy - a likely reflection of his mindstate. If it's not, well, that would be bad visual storytelling.
He could also be evil, while Gyu is good - a reversal of their previous roles. That said, Taehyun and Soobin were the liars in CYSM, and Taehyun was kind of muted in the concept trailer, so maybe they're teaming up against Gyu....?
This is the problem with making your members good for some comebacks and evil for others - the story can get confused. It doesn't even really work to make them well rounded characters here either, since we're unsure on the motivations. The only characters this works for here is Kai and Yeonjun - since they are both tortured souls with two curses each - Yeonjun is traumatised and made a deal with the devil, and Kai has the angel wings, but also a lost heart, so of course he also needs to be a devil.
Not entirely sure why Kai is in Soobin's realm with the glowing globs - is he checking in on people - Yeonjun and now Soobin? Also why does he have this shocked expression on his face lol. Is he shocked that Soobin was secretly a liar?
On a quest to find his leader?
Also may I say - Kai has brought all the extra colour. Because he may have an evil alter ego, but at the end of the day he's their cute innocent maknae.
And instead of finding Soobin, he finds glowing Gyu. Has Soobin entrapped glowing Gyu?
And I'm guessing this is some psychic/magical defense Soobin has on Gyu?
HE'S GETTING AWAYYYYYYYYY. Or, getting FURTHER away. And being pulled into that eye. Whose eye? Taehyun's. Why Taehyun's? I'll get to it eventually I swear.
I mean, I imagine this is supposed to look like an eye, but because it moves so quickly in the actual MV and is kind of like soap suds or something, I'm not ENTIRELY sure. If it wasn't meant to be, the editors have some issues.
Poor dude has been left all to his lonesome.
Now the fact that 1) we were in some dream world, and 2) Soobin is sleeping suggest to be that this was all subconscious on his part. Interesting...
One eye is covered - a representation of Kai's curse, and also of having lost sight of one's purpose - in this case, friendship and being the group's leader. Because, you know, he was a liar.
Who is holding him? Based on the shirt, I'm going to say Taehyun - which would mark the first time Taehyun is given colour in this MV. Interestingly, it's as part of Soobin's story/in connection with Soobin, and both of them are costumed in yellow - which shows comraderie, but is also Kai's colour? Unsure about Kai here - I would have expected them to be in green to show their revenge on Gyu. Then again, Gyu IS yellow in this MV, so....
IT'S NAP OF A STAR, IT'S ETERNALLY, IT'S A CONNECTION WITH YEONJUN, IT'S A REPRESENTATION OF BEAUTY IN DEATH AND SELF SACRIFICE, IT'S THE EYE FROM THE OPENING OF THE VIDEO, IT'S TAEHYUNNNNNNN.
(um bias alert, I am indeed very biased, you've got to remember that after Soobin this dude is my bias in TXT)
So, Taehyun was the one who witnesses Yeonjun's death in Eternally, and now he too is covered in flowers, probably dead, and producing purplish liquid. This liquid is the same colour as the fox (which he was associated with in some of our concept pictures), and the orb from the beginning of the video - the representation of otherworldlyness and magic. Not only is he crying literal, pure magic, but also likely regret at the things that have been lost - possibly included among them, his life which was, I'll say it again, taken from him by glowing Gyu.
Also, the tears themselves are purple, but purple is made of red and blue - colours associated with Yeonjun and Soobin in both this MV and CTF. Yeonjun because he is dead. Soobin because he too is a liar.
The stop-motion style of this shot, and the use of flowers and nature imagery, ties it to Nap of a Star, while the colour purple is both 1) Eternally 2) Yeonjun's blood in Eternally, and 3) the colour associated with Taehyun in CTF.
It's the first time we've seen Taehyun explicitly with a colour in this MV - and the second time overall.
It seems to bring him out of the grey and into the colour, since afterwards we see him in colour.
This is Yeonjun, yeah? I'm not quite good enough to know the members by the backs of their heads, but this IS the shirt Yeonjun was wearing, and that's his hairstyle and ears, so yeah. Looks like he has joined Kai in searching for glowing Gyu.
Taehyun in full colour woohoo.
I like this shot, which is of their dancing feet, upside down, in the dream-Soobin world, which is then mirrored/contrasted by their feet, dancing in colour in this training studio thing?
This is such an unflattering screenshot I'm so sorry TXT. But, the room does have purple (Taehyun's colour) opposed with green (Gyu's colour). Fun fact. But it also changes, so there's not much we can take from it. Sad fact.
And I have hit my image limit, so I'll see you for the rest in Part 2!
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Renegade: part 2
Roman reigns x OC scarlet
Gif credit: @romanreigns
I'm posting the first 2 parts today and then I'll do 3 and 4 tomorrow. I don't wanna post it all at once and tumblrs algorithm decide to be a giant douche canoe.
Warnings: more flirting, errors I may have missed,
Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns
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The next morning I woke up thinking the night before had been a dream but when I looked at my phone there was a text from a number i didn't know.
??: hey beautiful! I can't wait to see you again❤️
Scarlet: who's this?
??: oh I'm sorry. It's Joe.
Joe: what are you doing later tonight?
Scarlet: oh hey! Yeah I'd like to see you again. I'm actually off the day after tomorrow.
Joe: yeah that works perfectly! I'll see you then.
I don't even know this guy and somehow I find myself smiling like a fool whenever I talk to him! And why does he look so familiar?
Oh well i've got to get ready. just then my phone rang. It was my sister
"Hey Claire!"
"Scarlet! How have you been?"
"Good still working at the same boring job! Well it was boring until last night. A very handsome stranger saved me from the town drunk! He looks so familiar though! He did his name was Joe and i gave him my number and we're supposed to go on a date the day after tomorrow!"
"Well at least he was handsome and not some old fart!" She laughed
"Be nice Claire! I've gotta get going! I'm gonna be late. I'll tell you all about it later!"
"See ya"
I sighed and finished getting ready for work. I put my apron on and grabbed my keys and phone and headed out the door. When I got to work it was strangely quiet for this time of day. I clocked in and happened to look up at the corner. There he was, smiling at me. I blushed "why you blushing Scarlet?" My co worker liz asked.
She looked over at the corner and smiled "ooh someone has their eye on you! You lucky girl! Out of the thousands of women who've come in here you're the only one he's paid any attention to!" She said
I looked back at her "really? That's weird! Wonder why? There's much prettier women then me out there!" I shrugged.
"Scarlet look in the mirror sweetheart! You're gorgeous!! Its no wonder he took a liking to you"
"Pfft! Please! I mean he's very handsome and might I say a damn good kisser bu-"
"You didn't?" Liz exclaimed
"What no he just kissed me after he took me home. There was a rowdy drunk in here a few nights ago and he handled it. Was kinda hot honestly" I giggled
Joe's POV
Hearing her take about me to her friend was cute! I smiled watching her be herself. Her friend wasn't wrong! She absolutely beautiful! I shouldnt be falling for her. Who knows what she'll do when she finds out.
I watched her Everytime He came near my table she'd be sure to smile At me and I'd smile back. It became a game. A cute little game. She didn't take it to far which was kind of a turn on. She left a lot to the imagination but her curves were clearly visible Through that outfit and her ass was round just begging to be smacked! Snap out of it Joe! Fuck I can't keep my eyes off her watching that ass bounce like that. I liked my lips and she must've noticed cause she had a school girl smile and was blushing.
I would kill to be inside her right now! Making her scream my name!! Fuck Joe settle down!! Oh shit here she comes!
"Hey! How've you been?" She smiled.
"I'm alright. I wanted to ask you where you wanted to go for dinner tomorrow"
"Oh I don't care where. I'm not picky" she smiled.
"We can go anywhere you want! My treat" I smiled.
She looked down "I was thinking of cooking at home actually. I work at a Restraunt so I'd like to have a change up"
"That actually sounds good! Tell you what I'll get what we need and I'll surprise you with what we're gonna have" I smiled.
"I'd like that! I have to get back to work though. I'll see you later!" She smiled and walked behind the counter.
I didn't know how she did it but the more I saw her the more I fell for her but the question was when she found out what I was would she feel the same?
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i have no idea what compelled me to write this but i did, so here you go my children.
The classroom is in chaos; students laughing and talking over each other, paper planes taking flight from every corner, the substitute sitting at the teachers desk, ignoring the rest as he listens to his walkman and reads a book. The clock hanging above the chalkboard states there's only fifteen minutes left of the school day.
A basket ball sails through the air, landing dead centre in the middle of a group of girls gossiping. Their dissent comes in the form of loud complaining and one girl snatches the ball up just as it's thrower comes to fetch it.
"Sorry about that, ladies," he says, an easy smile taking place on his face as he reaches for the ball.
The girl holds it out of his reach and watches his smile falter ever so slightly. "Nice try," she retorts. "Thanks for playing though!"
The other girls giggle and snicker as they watch the boy pout at her. "Pretty please? It won't happen again, I promise."
She quirks an eyebrow at him. "Yeah; not happening."
He stands up straighter and spreads his arms out helplessly. "What's it gonna take?" He asks. "Do I have to get on my knees and beg?"
She takes a moment to think before giving him a sweet smile. "Sure."
"Wait, what?"
"Get on your knees and beg," she clarifies and the other girls laugh again.
He looks around at each of them individually before finally admitting defeat and sinking to his knees, his hands clasped together as he looks up at the girl. "Please, oh please may we have our ball back?"
She looks at him and then at his friends some ways behind him, all giving her the same pleading look he does, before she sighs and tosses the ball at him.
He catches it with ease and gets to his feet. "Thanks, doll," he says as he winks at her. He misses her response in the form an eyeroll though as he goes and joins his friends again.
He walks off the courts as he waves goodbye to his friends, covered in sweat, basket ball cradled in one arm and his bag slung over the other. The sun's hanging low in the sky, close to setting, as he walks through the parking lot to his car. Halfway there, he sees a girl struggling to raise the bonnet of her own car. He recognises her immediately.
"Well, if it isn't the ball hog," he chuckles as he comes to a stop in front of her. She glances back at him and rolls her eyes before going to back to her task. "Car trouble?"
"No, I'm churning butter," she replies sarcastically and he laughs again, setting his things on the ground before moving to stand next to her.
"Here," he says, nudging her aside. "Like this." Reluctantance radiating off her in waves, she steps back and watches him open the bonnet with ease. As he props it up with the stand, he grins at her over his shoulder. "What's wrong with it?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, she heaves a sigh. "Won't start," she mutters. "It needs a jump."
His face lights up. "I can help with that."
She wants to reject his offer, he can see it plainly on her face, but with the parking lot practically empty except for three other cars - his one of them - she doesn't have a choice. "Fine," she grumbles.
He grins at her. "This won't take long."
True to his word, he has her car running not even five minutes later. Satisfied with his work, he disconnects the jumper cables and shuts the bonnet before turning to face her. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady," he says as he bows.
"My Prince Charming," she quips, rolling her eyes again but there's a hint of a smile on her lips.
"I actually go by Demetri these days; keeps the groupies away." He offers her a warm smile and his hand, which she shakes after only a moment of hesitance.
"Nora," she replies before pulling her hand away. "I should get going... thanks for the assist."
"Anytime." And he means it. Gathering the cables up in his arms, he gives her a wink and one final smile. "I'll see you around, Nora."
"Yeah," she says softly as she watches him get in his car. "See you."
Nora walks through the restaurant, plates of food piled on her arms. It's slow for a Saturday, even in the supposed lunch rush. She approaches the booth in the corner and sets the plates down, telling the family to enjoy their meal.
She turns on her feet and walks back to the counter where Demetri sits, waiting for her as he sips a vanilla milkshake. He lights up when she resumes her place behind the counter. "Well?" He asks, his eyes scanning over her face for any kind of reaction as he toys with the straw in his glass.
She raises her eyebrows at him, feigning ignorance. "Well what?"
"My proposition! Have you thought about it?"
"Right..." she starts, chewing on her buttom lip. "And what was that again?"
He shoots her an incredulous look and it takes all her willpower to stifle her laugh. "I just asked you," he says. "It's impossible for you to forget already."
She shrugs her shoulders noncommittally. "I'm busy working; it happens."
He makes a show of looking around the diner and at the five other people inside before he turns back to her. "Likely story," he says and he pauses to take a long sip of his milkshake. "You're a horrible liar, Nora."
She scoffs at him. "Don't project your weaknesses on me, Demetri."
"You know I'm right."
She shakes her head at him, amused but not willing to continue the back and forth. "Ask me again," she says as she leans on the counter.
He smiles at her. "Go on a date with me."
"I said ask me, not command me," she retorts with a roll of her eyes.
He sighs and rolls his eyes too before he takes a deep breath and smiles at her once more. "Dearest Nora, will you please go out on a date with me?"
"I liked the 'dearest' part; build on that."
"My sweet, darling Nora -"
"A little more."
"Queen -"
"More."
"Goddess -"
"Perfect."
He chuckles. "Are you gonna let me finish or would you rather ask yourself?" She holds her hands up in her defence before she gestures for him to go on. He clears his throat dramatically before he starts again. "Oh, divine goddess Nora; would you do me the honour of going out on a date with me?" She pauses for a long a moment and he pouts at her. "C'mon, please?"
She laughs then. "Fine," she says, nodding just as she sees the family on the corner wave her over and she begins to round the counter. "Next Friday."
His face splits in a bright smile. "Yes, ma'am!"
Their tenth date is going well. They walk hand in hand through the carnival grounds, sharing a bag of candy floss. He follows where she leads, dragging him from booth to booth, ride to ride, but he doesn't mind. He couldn't be happier than he is currently.
With a mischievous look in her eye, she pulls him towards the high striker. She takes a moment to survey the prizes before her eyes land on a stuffed dinosaur that's almost half her size and she turns to him with a smile. "Wanna bet on who wins that dino?"
He cocks an eyebrow at her as he glances between her and the dinosaur. "What does the winner get?"
"Bragging rights, obviously."
Grinning at her, he hands her the bag of candy floss and grabs the hammer. "You're on, doll."
They get the same score but Demetri lets her have bragging rights anyway. He also lets her keep the dino and from the brilliant smile she wears as they continue walking through the grounds, he's happy he did.
Eventually, they come to a stop in front of the ferris wheel and he feels his palms grow sweaty. He's getting nervous as the night goes on and as they move toward the front of the line, he knows it almost at an end. It's not long until they're at the front and Nora pulls him excitedly into the seat, the bar coming down on their laps and locking in place. As it begins to move, he takes a shaky breath.
She looks at him curiously, a disbelieving smile on her face. "Don't tell me you're scared of heights," she says as she nudges him playfully in the side.
While it's not the cause of his nerves, it's certainly not helping him voice the true reason why. Meeting her eyes, he forces himself to smile. "Not scared," he insists. "Just... nervous."
She shifts the stuffed dinosaur to her other arm, leaving one free as she scoots closer to him and bats her eyes at him. "Wanna hold my hand?"
Wordlessly, he nods and takes her free hand in his, interlocking their fingers and holding on tightly. They reach the top and finally get their moment of peace, Nora resting her head on his shoulder as they survey the bright lights of the festival grounds.
He glances up at the star spangled sky and tries his very hardest to bury his nerves, the question near burning through his tongue. He's always been a confident guy but the girl beside him has a way of throwing him off his game, of filling his stomach with butterflies. But he has to ask, he'll feel worse if he never gets her answer.
"Hey, Nora?" He says softly, breaking the silence between them. She hums and tilts her head back to stare up at him, her nose brushing against the pulse point of his neck. "I have a very important question to ask you."
She grins at him. "Sounds serious."
"It is," he goes on. "Very, super serious."
"Very, super serious?" She echoes, gasping softly. "That's too much seriousness!"
He chuckles then and pulls her closer to him. "We're talking life or death, here."
"I can't bear any longer," she cries dramatically. "What is it?"
He takes a slow, deep breath before meeting her eyes once more. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
She doesn't hesitate for even one second and the word 'yes' has barely any time to leave her lips before he's leaning down to kiss her.
Demetri finds Nora in the corner of the back garden where she sits with her legs in the pool. The din of her graduation party fades in the background as he kicks off his shoes and goes to join her.
"Everything okay, doll?" He asks softly and she smiles at the concern on her face.
"Yeah," she says, her words honest. "Just thinking."
"What about?"
"Life, the universe and everything in between." She lifts her shoulder in a shrug before she lies back in the concrete surrounding the pool.
He looks at her for a moment before laying back with her. "Anything specific I can help with?"
Almost at the same time, they each turn their heads to look at the other and with their noses close enough to touch, they both break out into bright smiles.
"You've been out of school for a year now," she starts and he nods. "What's it like?"
He pauses to think. "Without the rigid schedule of school, life has lost all meaning and I no longer want to be alive."
"Demetri!" She laughs, smacking his chest.
He catches her wrist before she can pull it away and he brings her hand up to his face, her breath catching as he turns it over to kiss her palm.
"It's nice," he says after a while, finding her eyes once more. "I feel like I can finally be me, the real Demetri Renfield."
"And who is the real Demetri?" She asks as she stares up at him in amusement.
"I'm still tryna to figure that out... but I do know one thing."
"What's that?"
He grins at her. "Whoever he is; he's head over heels in love with you."
She playfully rolls her eyes at him. "I could've told you that. I practically hear it from you everyday."
"Say the word and I'll stop."
"Not on your life, Renfield."
He opens his arm to her and she cuddles close to him, her head resting on his chest and their joined hands in his stomach. For a while, they simply lay together in silence and stare up at the sky before she breaks the silence.
"Demetri?"
"Yeah, doll?"
"I'm head over heels in love with you too."
His chest rumbles with quiet laughter. "I know."
She rolls her eyes and hits him again with her free hand. "Don't get cocky now."
"Not cocky; confident," he corrects her. "I'm gonna be with you for the rest of my life, I'm sure of it."
She tilts her back to look at him, a barely suppressed smile on her lips. "You're sure, huh?"
"Oh yeah," he states. "We're gonna get married, buy a house and have one big happy family. Before you know it, we're gonna be old and gross but we'll be old and gross together."
She laughs. "You really think about those things?"
He looks at her with wide eyes, as if she just threatened his life. "You don't?"
"Sometimes," she admits shyly.
He grins at her. "Good. I hope you haven't left out all the little Demetri's and Nora's we're gonna have running around. They're an integral part of it."
She laughs again and turns more on her side to look at him properly. "And when is all this supposed to happen?"
"Whenever you're ready," he tells her. "You have me until the end of time."
"Think you can make such a bold promise?" She questions, one eyebrow raised at him.
"Of course. I'd do anything for you, you know that."
"I like the sound of that."
He winks at her. "Oh, doll; this is just the beginning."
#coming out of my gremlin hole just to give you this#dont ask#i dont know either bestie#mm: nora#mm: demetri#mirror mine
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Ace Anon back!
Here's another idea dump for free!
I'm really glad you liked the first one :)
*The Miller Accident*
-When the Miller family begin acting strange , only to go out into the ocean in the middle of the night , their neighbor Jude Murray calls the police in fear that the worst might happen .
Ruth and Thatcher are sent to investigate , and on the family's boat they only find the daughter , Evelin , crying for her parents . Then what sounds like the voice of Evelin's father is heard below the water screaming for help .
Thatcher then tells Ruth to stay on the boat and watch over the little girl , while he goes underwater to help Mr and Mrs Miller .
Instead of finding the couple , he only finds a monster already waiting for him . It lunges at him and bites him in his neck , but he's able to fend it off with his pocket knife .
With a bleeding wound he swims towards the surface , yelling for Ruth to take the kid and escape . Ruth refuses to leave him like that , but as the monster approaches again , Thatcher uses all his arm strenght to push the boat towards land , with the wind going the same direction , leading Ruth and Evie back to coast quick .
The last time Ruth saw Thatcher alive was just seconds before he's pulled underwater again , blood loss making him too weak to fight off properly this time .
-Thatcher's bloodied coat is found the next morning on the beach , along with a chunck of his hair and a blue rose . The rest of the police write it down as a shark attack and of desecration against his dead body by a vandal . Ruth quit her position in the force after that , and Jude moved away to Werksha .
-To somewhat keep her personality and because maybe she'll isolate herself in the lighthouse too , I'll say that she'd find her biggest personal comfort in making sure that as many people as possible stay safe while she can help it , people like survivors of attacks in the sea and her daughter . It's what keeps her going , knowing that she is helping people keep living .
Though I kind of see Ruth having a much stronger mental fortitude than Thatcher , so maybe her lighthouse isolation was something gradual , over the years she just started going outside less other than for necessity and physical interactions with other people became shorter .
-About Alt!Ruth , maybe she also whistles Amazing Grace because perhaps that's one of Ruth's daughter's favourite songs . No ideas for this nasty fish , I think we can keep that it's normal Sub Alt!Thatcher just gender-bent .
-Whenever Thatcher's ghost appears , Ruth screams or at least nearly does every time . It's not just that he's bleeding from the head because a chunck of his hair was ripped out , not just that a chunck of his neck is missing from where the monster bit him and later finished the job . It's that chuncks of ALL of his body are missing .
He has a look of surrender in his face most of the time , but whenever he smiles for Ruth , it's genuine pride for her .
Sorry it took so much longer to send this one to you . Stuff in life , you know?
I did check your answers on Submandela after my first idea dump , but I didn't want to change what I had already written , hope it's not a problem
Oooooo! I actually like the idea of Ruth's isolation being gradual instead of instant like Thatcher's, also his death and ghost OOF
#yeah thatcher pretty much cut himself away after like... a week#also never worry about how long things take i understand the life stuffs#submandela swap
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