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justarandombrit · 2 days

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Okay well as you may know from looking at my blog for five seconds, I saw the matinee for Starkid Innit. During the interval and after the show I wrote down some notes. I tried to get them in chronological order but my memory is dogshit and I definitely missed some stuff, I hope you appreciate it though.

Outside:

. EVERYONE SUNG GRANGER DANGER

. IT WAS SO GOOD (except for the high note lmao)

. EVERYONE SUNG DAYS OF SUMMER

. EVERYONE A SMALL GROUP OF PEOPLE SUNG GOIN' BACK TO HOGWARTS

Act 1:

. The Nightmare Time sting punched me in the face

. The shout-out to the confused parents

. BRIAN + MEREDITH IN TGWDLM IS EVERYTHING TO ME

. High School Is Killing Me, Literal Monster and Nerdy Prudes Must Die all got mashed together!

. Corey!Richie is my Roman Empire

. Jaime in NPMD….

. Jaime had a different line to PJ’s original in Literal Monster. I couldn't hear half of it but it was different

. JEFF!MAX

. THE AUDIENCE SINGING RICHIE'S PART!!!!!! I'M NOT A LOSERRRRRRR

. TOGETHER!!!!!

. OUR DOORS ARE OPEN

. Jaime singing Sami/Harry ABOUT HER DOG (Nori)

. The audience whipping out the phone cameras

. CLARK SINGING I WAS GAVE ME SUCH INTENSE CHILLS

. Joey finally giving the white, male side characters attention

. Joey changing “I know I'm not a star” to “I know I'm not Clark”

. He pointed the mic at the audience for the “DEFINITELY NOT!”

. Joey mistimed his jump 😔😔

. Genuinely his best performance of Sidekick yet

. Joey making fun of Brian for not getting a big solo

. Brian kept pretending to beat him up, it was brilliant

. Not Over Yet is definitely Brian's song, shut up

. Brian accidentally singing the same verse twice (How does he always mess this song up?!?!?)

. My mum took a photo during the “EVIL PLAAAAANSSSS” bit and it was right when Brian was choking Joey

. “So look alive and don't forget”

“FORGET WHAT?”

. FEAST OR FAMINE

. Rogues Are We still goes so hard

. Rogues Medley without Kick It Up A Notch is weird, but Kick It Up A Notch without Dylan would definitely be weirder

Intermission:

. Ice cream :D

Act 2:

. Starting with We Got Work To Do is so iconic

. THERE'S BEEN A CHANGE IN THE CLIMATE, SOMETHING'S IN THE AIR, WE FEEL THE HEAT, NO NEED TO DEFINE IT, WE DON'T REALLY CARE

. MEREDITH REQUESTED BACK ON TOP!!!!!!!! AND IT WAS SO GOOOOD!!!!!!!

. Joey shouted “Draco, get on the floor!” at Lauren

. ALL THE UNDERRATED SONGS

. I love how it was hyped up like it was going to be Boy Toy, and then just straight up wasn't lmaooo

. Brian finally got the slow, sexy Hideous Creatures (Take that, Nick Lang!)

. Okay I'm trying to remember the order of the underrated songs they did

. Hideous Creatures (Lauren)

. Pays To Be an Animal (Corey) (He didn't sit in the spotlight and someone yelled “TO THE LEFT, COREY”)

. Get In My Mouth (Jeff) (He fully sprawled out on the stage it was hilarious)

. Land of the Dicks (Jaime)

. Hermione Can't Draw (Meredith) (She sung it so well I briefly didn't recognise the song)

. THEY MANAGED TO WORK IN LUPIN / BRIAN CAN'T SING YESSSS

. I genuinely cannot remember what Brian sung

. Gotta Find His Dick (Joey, and eventually everyone)

. The entire “Oh you wanna know where I got my shirt?” bit

. Brian, Jaime and Joey got it from Primark, Meredith got it from “Primed-mrak”, Lauren’s was a family heirloom, Corey got it from Gucci and Jeff got it from America, from Pri-mart (He made the guy on the drums do a baddum tsh)

. COREY SINGING SHOW STOPPIN' NUMBER. OH MY GOD. (The entire crowd joined in, also, Jeff and Jaime as Steve and Stu)

. Everyone cheering so loud when Joey and Lauren came on stage, and them claiming we had no idea what they were going to sing, and it was actually a completely new song (it was Granger Danger obviously)

. And them continuing to claim it was new throughout the song

. As I expected, I almost cried during Not Alone. Also apparently Darren thought it was going to be a big hit??? And just begrudgingly let them use it for A Very Potter Musical

. Super Friends!

. So sad Jeff’s mic was so quiet for “I WANNA BE A MODERN DANCER”

. THEY SUNG WANNABE BY THE SPICE GIRLS

. The fakeout of everyone leaving stage, then the band coming back on and playing the start of Goin' Back To Hogwarts

. “Darren's not here”

“I'LL DO IT”

. THE AUDIENCE DID THE FIRST PART OF GOIN' BACK TO HOGWARTS ALL BY OURSELVES

. JEFF DID DYLAN'S PART (but he didn't do “All of you to [city name] :( )

. Jeff pointed at various parts of the audience for “Welcome hotties, nerds and tools!” and then whispered “I'm so sorry” immediately after

. Singing (/ shouting) Goin' Back To Hogwarts along with hundreds of other Starkid fans was so exhilarating, I loved it and I almost cried (also I'm gonna be so hoarse tomorrow)

#starkid #starkid innit #it's starkid innit?#team starkid #starkid productions #joey richter #lauren lopez #jaime lyn beatty #brian holden #clark baxtresser #corey dorris #meredith stepien #jeff blim

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leclerc-s · 1 day

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there’s no separating work husbands

series masterlist

rowan todd i now realize i have been silently suffering for far too long.

bailey winters LMAOOOOO!!! SUCK IT!! rowan todd you have no room to talk winters.

daniel jones-ricciardo suffering from what?

fernando alonso third-wheelitis

sebastian vettel that's not a word. fernando alonso it is now!

logan sargeant how are we supposed to believe that those two are mature adults?

ollie bearman better question, how are any of you adults?

alex albon sometimes it's a miracle any of us have lived as long as we have

yuki tsunoda I'M BACK BITCHES!

rhys jones has he always been here? isabella perez he muted us after pierre left RB and only popped in to make fun of pierre every once in a while.

rowan todd there he is, the bane of my existence.

yuki tsunoda little me?

lance stroll i'm convinced who's afraid of little old me was written for yuki, mae, and penelope.

charles leclerc now why would you tell them? mae jones-verstappen we can read this you fake bitch.

pierre gasly YUKI!!

yuki tsunoda PIERRE!

max jones-verstappen they're married. the faster we admit it the faster it's over.

mick schumacher that sure doesn't stop you from third wheeling daphne and daniel. max jones-verstappen sometimes i have to fight the urge to punch you schumacher.

yuki tsunoda if it helps, you're my favorite gasly rowan.

pierre gasly what the fuck yuki?

freya vettel this is yuki's 'breaking my silence' video.

yuki tsunoda rowan still visits me, unlike someone.

rowan todd it's true and he feeds me in return.

lance stroll because fuck the french right?

yuki tsunoda yes!

daphne jones-ricciardo i don't think i've ever seen a third-wheel and the significant other ganging up on the other person in the relationship.

sebastian vettel rowan and yuki like to defy the odds.

mick schumacher like alex and george when they dare each other to do stupid shit.

george russell SHUT YOUR MOUTH SCHUMACHER!! alex albon shut up mick!

ollie bearman i'm never introducing my girlfriend to you people.

isabella perez well you have to because i'm your mother.

pato o'ward you must oliver!

gael perez leave the poor boy alone oh my god.

dulce perez says the nosiest bitch in this group chat.

rowan todd i've been kicked out of my own apartment by my own boyfriend.

bailey winters it's almost too funny i have to laugh. rowan todd zip it winters.

isabella perez wait, they actually kicked you out?

rowan todd pierre told me, 'yuki forgot to get something, can you go grab it for us?'

rowan todd i thought they were sending me to yuki's car, but noooo!

rowan todd they sent me to the fucking store to pick it up.

daphne jones-ricciardo sometimes i genuinely feel bad for you rowan

dulce perez why sometimes?

daphne jones-ricciardo she chose pierre. this is no one's fault but hers.

mae jones-verstappen well you're the one who invited them both to your party, so if anything this is your fault.

natalia ruiz was she supposed to know rowan would decide, 'yeah, i want that french fucker.'

penelope trevino just start a pierre gasly hate club. have yuki and esteban join you.

isabella perez ooh! i'll join too, i'm still mad he ate my churros that one time. natalia ruiz count me in too tf. mae jones-verstappen i have pent up rage against pierre for making fun of me after my break up with max. count me in too.

isabella perez pierre's kind of an ass, why are you with him rowan?

rowan todd i can fix him (no really i can)

daphne jones-ricciardo remember what the ending line of that song is? 'woah, maybe i can't'

penelope trevino but she did?

natalia ruiz pierre is an asshole on the outside but on the inside he's a huge softie. we all know this.

mae jones-verstappen but it's so funny to shit on him.

daphne jones-ricciardo just hang out with yuki without him. make him suffer.

rowan todd that's actually a smart idea. brb going to ask yuki to grab lunch with me.

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rowantodd not pictured is yuki screaming for help because pierre almost set the kitchen on fire. i was also sent to get the groceries while pierre 'hung out' with yuki.

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yukitsunoda0511 thank you for having me rowan!!

↳ rowantodd you're welcome to come back anytime yuki, but please leave your assistant at home.

↳ pierregasly this is slander against me.

landonorris i need to find someone who looks at me the way yuki looks at pierre

↳ baileywinters so guess who's single now.

↳ landonorris baby no! i didn't mean it like that!

user52 damn third wheeling in her own home

↳ user79 it seems like they're forcing pierre to third wheel them

user61 what dignified little lady martini is!

user25 pierre gasly having a yorkie as a pet was something i never expected when i became a formula 1 fan.

↳ user14 and this man still makes 🐶 jokes.

nataliaruiz not all of us can have a joris third wheel but at least yours feeds you.

↳ rowantodd at least it's not lando.

↳ penelopetrevino he sucks but only i can shit talk him.

↳ landonorris thanks mom!

user89 what a cute family, pierre, his ex-wife rowan, his husband yuki, and their child martini.

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pierregasly ah, my two loves, yuki and martini.

↳ rowantodd this is why i've never written a love song about you.

↳ danieljonesricciardo this is why she got a divorce from you.

estebanocon ah, my favorite member of the gasly family, martini.

↳ rowantodd this is why you're her favorite alpine driver, besides jack

↳ jackdoohan aw shucks i'm honored.

olliebearman if martini goes missing, just know it wasn't me.

user35 everyday i'm reminded that martini is a 'happy divorce day' gift pierre got for rowan.

↳ user66 THAT'S WHY THEY HAVE A DOG??

↳ user35 oh yeah, martini is an 'i'm happy we got a divorce' gift.

jeremyrenner is that tripod guy?

↳ rowantodd please stop.

↳ pierregasly i refuse to believe jeremy renner knows me as tripod guy. i've never been so embarrassed.

↳ isabellaperez is this worse than tom holland referring to you as tripod during the monaco gp?

↳ gaelperez sebastian stan and anthony mackie also know you as tripod.

↳ pierregasly i've never hated myself more.

↳ yukitsunoda0511 HA!

pierre gasly end my suffering.

esteban ocon LMAOOOO!!! SUCK IT BITCH!!

lewis hamilton oh no. what happened now?

pierre gasly THEY'RE GANGING UP ON ME!! I AM SUFFERING!!

sebastian vettel i thought we had another pr nightmare on our hands.

isabella perez no, everything is calm on that front for now.

rhys jones i can start a rumor about daniel being pregnant with max's child?

daniel jones-ricciardo why am i always the victim of his crimes?

rowan todd SUFFER LIKE I HAVE SUFFERED YOU CROISSANT!!

yuki tsunoda I'M STEALING THE GOD!! SHE'S MINE NOW!

pierre gasly YOU LEAVE MARTINI ALONE TSUNODA!!

charles leclerc STEAL HIS DOG YUKI! HE TRIED TAKING LEO FROM ME!!

daphne jones-ricciardo did they go out to get lunch without you?

pierre gasly how did you know?

dulce perez it was her idea.

pierre gasly i hope you have issues with your mic in paris daphne.

rhys jones i hope you piss in your tractor of a car pierre.

lance stroll he's scary. keep him away from sharp objects.

rhys jones i'm making it my mission to scare my sisters haters. pierre gasly, you're at the top of my list.

carlos sainz he's what the people describe as feral.

lando norris this is a trick to divert pierre's attention from rowan and yuki.

pierre gasly WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE!!!

rowan todd YOU'LL NEVER FIND US!!

yuki tsunoda YOU'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE!!

pierre gasly i'll find you two. i swear.

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hanging without pierre, this is the best experience either one of us have had. oh look who decided to crash my yuki-time. that was my desert...

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¡leclerc-s speaks! took the weekend off but i’m back! convinced this isn't my best work but it still delivers on humor (i think)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x female oc

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outromoony · 2 days

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That's how it works (That's how you get the girl)

"I don't know what else to do," James said when he arrived at the dorm. He seemed tired, completely worn out. It only meant his new plan to win Lily over hadn't worked out, again.

"Listen, James, I think it's time you give up—"

"No," James cut Peter off sharply before he could finish. "No, Pete. That's not an option. That has never been an option."

"But James—" This time it was Sirius. The same Sirius who had always encouraged James to keep trying with her, insisting that eventually she would fall for him, how could she not? "Maybe it's time we start considering that she isn't the one for you, mate."

"Oh, shut up." James was clearly in a bad mood, and the fact that his friends weren't supporting him anymore wasn't helping at all. "It's just... I love her so much, genuinely love her. This isn't the same as when we were eleven. She isn't just a passing whim for me. I want her so badly I don't know what to do with myself anymore."

Remus saw the expression of complete devastation on his friend's face and couldn't keep quiet anymore.

"You do everything for love," he said, and James rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, thank you for the new information, Moony."

"You do everything for love, but a lot of people already do that for Lily. It's time you start doing things from love and not only for love. She will know the difference, James. She's so bright, she always knows."

"I—" James was quiet for a moment, and then he smiled to himself, as if daydreaming. "Our Moony always so wise. What would we do without you?"

"Believe me, I have no idea either."

@jilymicrofics | Word count: 287

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nightgoodomens · 2 days

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Well, the BAFTA’s were not what I expected without Michael there or David winning but wow, I enjoyed him serving looks, laughing freely, being joyous during interviews and having a general good time.

At the same time, that’s the coldest shoulder he’s given to Georgia yet, barely aknowledging her all night and she looked PISSED and awkward the whole time. Very far from the smug looks from previous awards. I’m genuinely thinking they’re done privately, although hardly divorcing soon, but he’s definitely not playing subservient to her anymore. Which suits him amazingly.

Funny too how the haters think they are in on the ‘loser’ joke and laugh at us for being offended on his behalf, when has he demonstrated it is something he enjoys? When has he made a self-deprecating joke about it? Not even when he hosted the event he tried to paint himself as a loser for laughs. And we are the ones with the parasocial relationship thinking we know them personally? We just have eyes.

Love your blog, keep the good content coming 🙌

Thank you my Angel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I know we all hoped for a win and for Michael, but even without them we got better content than during Oliviers! Which is incredible.

David started the day with posting a fourth(!) pic to celebrate Nye, like a lil Angel under the poster, with the Bi Anthem song, then served another hot look at the awards, gave a cold shoulder to GT, stayed confident and Crowley coded, laughed with people, looked amazing, and did not shut up about Michael; about kissing him and wanting to spend everyday with him.

Just recently, both he and Michael saying how good omens changed their lives, Michael saying they will be connected with the matching bracelets, David talking about spending everyday with him… sigh.

Antis came up with the excuse and assumed that DT loves being called a loser. He never said it. Who the fuck would want to be called a loser anyway? That’s their assumption. They’re treating it as a fact, but that’s all it is - assumption, and they don’t understand that it’s nothing more but their choice to believe in something else than we do and their belief isn’t based on anything but what they want to believe. Even though they have zero proof for it, because everything that we have seen actually speaks against it. They’re so deep in this bullshit that she’d wish the worst to David and they’d giggle too. They need to separate themselves from this relationship to start judging things correctly again instead of screaming every time someone questions anything. But some people simply don’t possess critical thinking skills.

Remember when Michael did the sketch with David and took all the jokes about David not being nominated and not making it in Hollywood… on himself? Remember how Michael talked about David first thing on his interview to say how well he’s done and how good he looked? Michael, the one who never fails to praise David?

… who David can’t stop talking about either? And praise, and show his love for, and how he can’t wait to spend everyday with him…?

Right.

Edit:

Adding this quote from DT:

“You feel sorry for the people who don't win cause you can see them. They feel very alive to you.”

He doesn’t deserve this shit from her.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 days

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AITA for how I handled the end of a relationship?

i genuinely thought it was simply communication struggles, and some shitty chance circumstances, but some of my friends thought i was a dick about it, so here we go.

I (16 M) started talking to this girl, let's call her K (16 F), last summer. we bonded over shared interests (zelda, mostly) and some shared trauma. without getting into it, we both helped each other through some very hard times. a month or two after we met, she asked me to homecoming (school dance). at the time, i was unsure of my sexuality, but I'm a pretty touchy/flirty person in general, and i guess we had been flirting. anyways, i ended up saying yes, and i genuinely thought i liked her romantically.

anyways. school starts up again, and we decided to call once a week, because we live a decent distance apart, and didn't see each other in person. over the course of these calls, i started to realize that i really wasn't sure if i knew what romantic love was, if i felt it for her, and stuff along those lines, but i always said "i love you" and stuff like that. now, about a month into us dating, it really hit me that i did not actually like her romantically, and that i simply felt very strong friendship feelings for her. i confessed this to her, telling her that i thought i was aromantic.

and that's where i fucked up. i told her that although I didn't romantically like her, i felt more than platonically toward her, something along the lines of queerplatonic, and said i would be okay with it if we kept dating, as long as she knew i didn't romantically like her. she agreed.

I don't know if she fully understood, at the time, but it ended up not mattering. about a month later, I brought K to my school's homecoming dance. she met all of my friends, and we had a lot of fun. but the big thing that happened was that i was struck very aggressively by the fact that i liked another friend of mine (X, 17 M) probably romantically, definitely aesthetically, possibly sexually. This led me to realize that i was, in fact, gay and some form of aromantic. (X still does not know i feel this way about him)

I didn't tell K the night of homecoming. Three days later, i was freaking out really badly ahout being in his relationship i probably should've ended already, and i texted her and told her i couldnt handle a relationship and that i was probably gay but that i still wanted to stay friends with her.

at the time, K seemed super chill with it, but i found out later from a mutual friend that she was actually super upset. K and i have talked about it since, and she doesn't seem upset anymore, and i think i was just doing the best i could with what i knew at the time and trying not to hurt anyone, but another friend of mine thinks i was a dick about everything.

so, Tumblr, AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole

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toomanyideasandfandoms · 1 day

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Hello!

I bring brain rot to you once more! Imagine Clorinde being the one to find the notebook from the death seeking creator and just how many of them are her name.

Being the "vanguard" of Fontaine's military of sorts, it's her primary duty to deal with stuff like executions and stuff, so she tends to be the one sent out whenever there is Impostor sightings!

Also, imagine she was also the creator's favorite (she is mine for sureeee... aside from the buttons doing Celestia's work, ofc-), so maybe she finds that in the notes at first! Here is a little concept of what it could look like.

"I met Clorinde today. She was prettier than she looks in game! The graphics didn't do her enough justice at all... but she killed me, too. She did it without hesitation, and I... I thought she would trust me. I put hours into her build and player her for days, I spent thousands just to make sure she was perfect... and she hates me. Just like everyone else

Maybe there is something wrong with me..."

And finally, imagine that the creator didn't know of the whole Impostor deal until a couple hundred deaths later, so they thought there was something actually wrong with them instead of the whole impostor au stuff.

For some fluff, maybe she tries to be the one to bring food and like comfort towards the creator as they heal, and try to build the trust they had on her, and like she's wholesome about taking care of her and like she slowly falls in love with them as time goes on and stuff :3 (maybe becomes yandere too, you never know~)

Anyways that's it for me for now! Have a good day, fwen!

🍌anon

Ohhhh that is GOOD!!!!

So for the Cloride stuff I don't got much too add, I genuinely love it! I'm not too familiar with her character (I know them better once they become playable) but I can see this happening 100%! And honestly she probably would be asked to be the creator's bodyguard since she was/is Furina's.

Also yes yandere, Death Seeking au very much will always end in yandere even with the wholesome mental healing because the fact that these guys would be obsessed to the point of killing those who looked like the creator (very much something I would see as something The Primordial One and Celestia put as a rule in order to make sure creator can't come back at full power) means they were never gonna be normal lovers.

But oh oh that bit about creator not knowing. You my friend brought up such a nice idea honestly. That would severally fuck up creator's mentally GOD. The confusion, the hurt, it would be so much more intense due to them having no clue as to why. They probably wouldn't be able to comprehend it at all once the truth got out and the characters tried to reason with them.

Like wdym you only were killing me to worship me?? Wdym there's a creator? Yeah that's the Primordial One. Hold up what are you stopping? No don't stop! It was getting fun! Don't take the only purpose I have away from me!

That is so deliciously fucked, full course meal of mental anguish and trauma.

#sagau #genshin sagau #death seeking creator #others ideas #cw death #🍌anon #idk why i sounded like a angst vampire at the end #lmao

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 days

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For a Spy x Family request, how would Fiona deal with needing to get a fake lover for a mission, only to end up genuinely falling in love with them?

Falling in love with her fake spouse

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Fiona Frost ]

[ Spy x Family ]

I totally loved your idea!!! Fiona is so funny of a characters and this idea is already inmensily funny on the show, so it was really funny to write it with her!

Hope you like it as much as I did! 🫰🏼

Fiona was hesitant to accept this mission, she hated the idea of depending in someone else for anything, she is more than capable to achive any goal, she can fulfill her missions without any problem and in little time, so she doesn't like this idea at all

However, she doesn't want to say no to a mision neither, if she has to invest so much time and dedication to the point to fake marriage then is an important and delicate mission, and she can't defraud the rest if she has been asked this, so, as much as she hates it, Fiona accepts the mision at the end

She doesn't really take much time on finding someone who becomes her fake spouse, as long as it can fulfill the role and doesn't bring her troubles then is find for her, and, honestly, once she find you and start this fake relationship she didn't payed much attention to you, just the necesary to make sure no one doubted your relasionship

It is dificult to get on Fiona's heart for how focused she is on her mision and how obsessed she is with Twilight, but little things like treating her with kindness and being interested on her, showing her care or even admiration will slowly warm up her heart

It take quite a long time but the key point is managing to catch her attention enough for her to the curiosity start to sparkle inside of her, even if is just the smallest feeling it is there and, soon or later will lead her to start to want to know more about you

Is quite probable that she already knows everything about you since before starting the fake relationship because she needed to know you were a safe option, however once you catch her attention she finds herself wanting to know more about you, so from that moment she will be paying more attention to you

Her sharp senses now are following your every move full of curiosity, she is careful to don't get caught (still, that doesn't mean it can happen that you feel observe from time to time, but she is always quick to say that it must be nothing if you ever tell her about it)

Fiona doesn't exactly know when what she feels for you started to be love but she won't doubt it much, if she falls in love she will do it with someone who she finds admirable and amazing (even if that person isn't a spy), even so, if she ever question her feelings for you she will always finds reasons to say that you are amazing and perfect

Fiona is really straight forward with herself, so when she knows that she likes you and will actually like to be with you (and after making peace with how now the one she love isn't Twilight but you) she will start a plan to win your heart, she won't say it right away nor force her feelings onto you, she prefers to win your heart in a proper way by showing you how of an amazing partner she can be for you, how much she can offer you in a relationship, Fiona will even start to show off her skills too, she likes to impress you with them and if you do compliment her is like a victory for her (she doesn't show it much but she actually becomes really flustered whenever you compliment her)

#spy x family #spy x family x reader #sxf x reader #fiona frost #fiona frost x reader #fiona x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader #manga x reader

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hiskillingjar · 2 days

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I don't know if you've written this, but what would Strade's reaction be if one day Mc who had lost her father who had father issues and who gradually involuntarily established Strade as a father figure in her mind, called Strade father without realizing it? Like, "Dad can you pass me that-" and she realizes with great embarrassment what she said.

"i think i had a bad childhood"

"yeah i know"

"what do you mean you know?"

"look at you. look at the way you sexualise problematic dynamics with older men. people with good childhoods don't get off like that"

1400 words, implications of csa and. bad childhoods. i'm not into DDLG but i'm kind of obsessed with it. i observe you all like a biologist observing mice

"What are you up to?"

You barely looked up when Strade crossed the threshold of the kitchen, his hands in his khaki pockets and his expression as curious as ever as he watched you work.

You might have been ashamed of your role as his pseudo-housewife, cooking and cleaning while he (and your fellow captive) busied themselves with 'real work', had you the chance to feel even a modicum amount of shame anymore.

This wasn't to say that you were living the life of debauchery and hedonism that he was, no, it was more so that you were just apathetic to your situation now, however many years in you were. Maybe you would always been apathetic in some kind of way, plagued by a numb uncaring that he had immediately picked up on when he met you that first night.

A numbness that he tested, nearly every day until you felt something.

"Working hard?" He asked wryly, tilting his head as he rested against the kitchen island.

"Hardly working," You murmured, stirring the pot and making sure nothing was sticking to the bottom.

He let out a laugh, charming and fake as ever, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Is that so?" He replied, raising a dark brow. "Well, it must be nice, not having to work hard. Is there ever going to be a day where you put any effort in?"

"Ha ha," You laughed sarcastically, your expression flat, not even bothering to look towards him as you kept working.

"That's a legitimate question. You could put in some effort right now for example, since..." He drawled, taking a closer step towards you, his eyes roaming up and down your body. "Well, you're not working hard on hiding your resentment towards me, are you?"

Your body bristled as he entered your personal space, even though you are trying to appear neutral, you could feel your heart rate pick up the pace.

"You know, if I was any more of an asshole, I might take your resentment to heart." He continued, placing a hand on each of your hips, bracketing you in place against the stove counter. Your hands stilled, but you refused to look up. "Have you thought about that?"

"Well, it's good that you've reached your asshole quota then." You murmured, chewing the inside of your cheek and trying to appear casual. You smiled placidly and finally looked over your shoulder. "Could you grab me the cream from the fridge?"

"Hm?" He raised his brow, a slight smile coming to his face as he shook his head, almost fondly. "That cheek...sure, of course."

As you continued to stir the soup, your leg bobbing up and down nervously, he paced across the kitchen and reached for the fridge door's handle. After a few moments of searching (he bought the groceries, he didn't put them away, that was your job), he grabbed the cream you asked for and closed the door.

As he passed it over to you, any degree of mischief or teasing had left his expression and you almost let out a breath of relief as you reached forward for it. You had survived another night, and you were going to celebrate that with soup.

"Thanks, Dad." You said offhandedly, genuinely thankfully, not paying attention...

...until you did.

"Excuse me?"

Strade's golden eyes widened just a little, his head tilted in a silent question, and he raised one eyebrow.

"What was that?"

"UH-" Your own eyes widened suddenly, your expression flushed and your hands were trembling as you quickly turned back to the stove, trying to forget what you had just said, hoping, hoping that he would drop it. "Um...n-nothing. It was nothing!"

Strade smiled broadly, his (handsome) face lighting up as he laughed, a loud guffaw that made his shoulders shake.

"Did you just call me 'Dad'!? Ha!" He laughed even more to himself, covering his mouth with his hand (as if he was trying to spare your feelings) as he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes. "That's hilarious!"

"Oh my god," You mumbled, biting your lip before you looked back at him. How was he still laughing this hard? "Don't laugh at me!"

"How could I not laugh?" He asked through chuckles, reaching up to wipe away a beaded tear from his eye. "Wow....wow, wow, wow, your face really says it all, liebling" He let out another laugh through his nose with a shake of his head. "I can't help myself, how could I, why on Earth did you say that?"

Your cheeks were blazing red hot with embarrassment. You reached forward, with trembling hands, to turn off the stovetop, knowing that he wasn't going to leave you alone until he got what he wanted from this interaction.

Though you weren't quite sure what that would be. You were never really that sure

"I-It was a mistake..." You replied, crossing your arms and turning to face him.

"Mm, I'm not so sure it was one." He said, tilting his head again and intruding on your personal space again, clearly done with laughing at you and using your 'mistake' as a means of...well, fucking with you. "Or if it was, it was a real convenient one, wasn't it?"

"Convenient?" You repeated, giving him an unsure look.

"Yeah, convenient." He nodded, both hands back on your hips as he pressed his body flush to yours. The beginnings of an erection were stirring in his khakis, and when you felt it press to the soft meat of your thigh, you felt an involuntary surge of desire shoot through you. Like Pavlov's fucked up little puppy, you had started to associate his body heat with...something you'd get in return. "I think it was...mm, more than an accidental slip of the tongue."

"Ahh...mph," You groaned lowly, as his hand slid down your hip and across the scars on your thigh, thigh fingers pressing against the gusset of your pyjama shorts and feeling your own initial stirrings of arousal through the thin cotton.

"You're just too cute." He crooned with a smirk, bringing his face down to yours, his golden eyes boring into your own. "You know I always wondered why you behaved so coldly towards me, so full of resentment." He enunciated that point by pressing his fingers inside you, making you immediately flinch and tighten around him. "But... I think I've figured it out."

"Mm..." You moaned a little, raising your hazy eyes towards his, an invitation for him to spill his musings on your character.

"Mmhmm..." Strade's voice dropped to just above a whisper, as he pressed his lips to your cheek. "I think that Daddy wasn't too nice to you, was he?"

"Ah!" You squeaked as you felt his thumb trace over your clit and press down hard, pressing your face into his neck to hide your whimpers and moans.

With you now pressed so close, Strade didn't hesitate to slide his free hand down the back of your shorts and take a handful of your backside, giving it a firm grope as he pressed his hardening cock against the space between your thighs. Tempting you, making you hungry for him, but never giving you what you wanted.

"No, no..." He continued, dragging his fingers up and down your sensitive insides as he rocked into your body. "Daddy didn't treat you like the sweet, little thing you are. So now...if someone, a teacher, a friend...a stranger at a bar," He grinned, pressing another kiss to your cheek, letting it trail down to your jaw. "Reminds you too much of Daddy, sure, you get all short and bitchy with them...but that doesn't stop your pussy getting wet, just thinking about them treating you like the little girl you wish you still were. Hah..." He groaned softly, giving your backside another squeeze. "Am I close, sweetheart?"

You bit your lip, keeping quiet, afraid to say that he had...hit the nail on the head.

Daddy issues. How fucking embarrassing.

"But I'll treat you better than Daddy did..." He promised, giving your cheek another kiss, though you could feel the bite of a mean grin on his face as he did so. "At least, I'll be honest with you when I fuck you up beyond repair~"

#strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x reader #strade x mc #qs #fics #drabbles

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momo-de-avis · 2 days

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Historical context needed for what I am about to explain: portuguese Green Wine has a "backyard" type of history. It was started by small producers and it is very much a rural wine, made by people who stand on the opposite end of the enologist spectrum. It's called Green for several reasons but one of them being that they did make wine with green grapes initially considering the region of Minho, where it comes from, gets less sun than the rest of the country and harvest happened at the same time as everywhere else so the grapes hadn't ripened. The fizziness however comes from something else. Typically producers stored this wine in barrels to let it ferment, but because it's colder there than the rest of the country, fermentation took longer than usual. In the spring, people would knock on their doors to buy this wine. Like I said, these were very much back-door buyers, that's where green wine comes from. Because most producers were far from rich, they weren't about to turn a prospect buyer away just because fermentation wasn't done. So they filled up bottles and sealed them. What happens when you seal a fermenting wine is that it releases gas, thus creating a very soft fizziness.

With that out of the way,

The other day, during a tour, a client asked me for a green wine with no fizziness, and I immediately suggested Alvarinho. But that's the easy answer and there is another one I was trying to remember. It happened that we were at a wine bar in that moment (one of our partners) so I thought, I'll ask S, the owner.

I like S and her husband, I really do. I like the staff there. But I worked at a gallery and I can sniff out snobs like k9s in airports and the snobbery was off the charts that day. Still, I head downstair and say "hey S, do you have a green wine without fizziness?"

With the most disgusted look on her face, she says "Green wine doesn't have fizziness".

This is where the historical context I just provided you with comes in. Because my family on my father's side comes from that region, and while they aren't producers, they have always consumed that exact type of green wine. What changed over time was us joining the EU which resulted in a professionalisation of wine producers, and the reinforcement of demarcated regions led to Green Wine having rules established. Meaning, fizziness is not mandatory and when added is a synthetic process, and the grapes aren't green anymore.

It's true that most producers who make bottled green wine are giving up on the fizziness entirely, but to say "green wine doesn't have fizziness" is factually incorrect, and S knew it, she was just being a fucking snob.

So she says that and I'm just standing there in silence like. What do you want me to say to that? And she asks me what do I want. I say, the client asked me for a green wine without fizziness. She says, none of our green wines have fizziness. I'm like, do I look like I work here? I don't even know where your green wines are oh my god just show me one.

There's a bit of back and forth with "what do you want" and me insisting "I don't want shit, it's the client" and she's clearly boasting about how much she knows about not just green wine, but good quality green wine, and she's clearly trying to make me look like a fucking idiot in front of her friends, and it's at this point she picks up a bottle and one of friends (and this man had a moustache and a pair of spectacles that you could just tell he was the Major Snob) says "that one has a hint of green apples".

I genuinely don't know if he was fucking with me or not, but I take the bottle upstairs and the moment I show it to my client I remember it's Soalheiro what wanted to show him, so I just tell him fuck these snobs, go to Garrafeira Nacional instead and get a bottle of Soalheiro.

Next day, I have another tour. At the green wine stop, I tell the history of the wine, everything I just explained to you.

Then, I realise I am still salty as fuck over the day before. And so I go on a rant about snobs. I tell them: while it is true that green wine has evolved and wine experts are in favor of green wine without fizziness, the truth is this is a back-door producers type of wine. It's very rural and in the past 30 years its production was boosted thanks to EU money and professional wine producers. But the people still like the fizziness. I said there's bottled green wine, but there's also on tap, or draft, and when it's draft, it's always carbonated. I told my clients: try going to a marisqueira and asking for a non-carbonated green wine to eat sea food and see what happens. Because the concept alone is an insult. People love green wine, with and without fizziness, but with fizziness is dear and special to people. So, if you ever hear anyone say that real green wine isn't carbonated, please know that those people are, in my humble opinion and as a person whose family has an emotional connection to the wine, snobs.

Funny thing is, that day, we finished the tour again at the same place as the day before, but the owners (The and her husband) weren't there.

As I was signing my papers to leave, a client walks past me, thanks me for the tour, then turns back, pats me on the shoulder, and dead ass says "thank you for not being a snob".

I have never felt more like I have won in life

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eccentrcks · 2 days

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gone through time ; the prelude

Chapter Title: "The Prelude" Word Count: 4k Synopsis: Nearly tortured to death and just almost at death’s doorstep when she was recuperating. Marlene regained her determination and to continue on living just to ensure that her loved ones are safe, unable to bear if they were to die on her watch. Yet thrown back in time, five decades behind, and found herself in an undesirable situation that leaves Marlene unsure if she’s able to go back home while meeting unlikely allies and enemies in beginning of her new journey. Author's Note: I might cross-post this on Ao3 and Wattpad eventually in the future. I don't know, we'll see. This is a different take than I genuinely anticipated, but my brain had been scrambling for another approach to this series and I followed my gut. Glad I did a lot of improvisations for the first part of the series. Comment to be tagged on, or removed from the taglist if you want! Have a lovely day and night. Taglist: @revnah1406, @welldonekhushi, @alypink, @littlemissclandestine, @walder-138.

“We made it, kid! Just hold on!”

“Tell my mom that… I’m sorry and I never meant what I said.”

“Oh no, no, no! NO! Marlene! MARLENE! NO! Don’t die on me!”

“If you knew it all then? Would you do it again?”

“Where am I?”

“I promise… I didn’t do it.”

“They would’ve been disappointed in you right now.”

“... Just like them to you as well…”

“Hey. You’re a goddamn survivor, kid. Just like your mama. Four times and going. No one with guts like yours could’ve done what you did. Let alone endure the ridiculous shit you’ve been put through. Think about it. You’ve lost and learnt, but it’s all about perseverance in the end.”

“I wish you were my dad...”

“Don’t do it, Marl. You don’t want to end this way.”

…

The consideration of ending it all had always been in her thoughts ever since losing Anthony. She was just nineteen years old at the time. Her bestest friend, her better half, her soulmate. Her breathing had hitched when she looked down from the window, placed in one of the top floors after getting liberated, with the breezy winds hitting her face.

Until the base had been attacked by an unknown group of operators who definitely knew their shit due to the lack of casualties on their side while she was getting dragged off by Phillip and covered by David with the other Shadows after they jumped out of the floor to the bottom when a grenade was thrown at them.

Lucky or not, she’d survived the impact, sprawled on the floor with the inability to pull herself together. Her breathing was so weak despite having an adrenaline rush. Marlene couldn’t even comprehend her surroundings. The helplessness was there all over again, she couldn’t help herself, or the others, to get out of the danger zone.

It felt like Marlene was slowly dying in the midst of destruction- or so she’d hoped. They didn’t want her to give up so soon, but she held no resistance for the darkness that's consuming her blurred vision. Incoherently mumbling apologies and weakly leaning on Phillip’s shoulder before getting laid down somewhere. Leaving a large amount of blood trails behind them.

They needed to leave her and she desperately pleaded for them to go, which sounded like a wheezy whisper, before she eventually fell into the deep slumber with her heartbeat decreasing by each second. She felt one of them shaking her limp form, shouting her name, and felt their anguished grief. It pained her numbed soul so much, especially when her unmoving face was buried onto someone’s neck while they cradled her in their grasp.

Marlene can’t let anyone else die on her watch. At this moment, she’d die this time for good. Even if it meant without saying properly goodbye to everyone else, although the mere thought of seeing him again to wherever he was brought some little hope to her broken self.

She imagined seeing his stupid, goofy ass dimpled smile. The beautiful light in those vibrant brown eyes that held so much life. The curls at ends of his perfectly brushed short dark hair just bouncing whilst he happily greets her. Nostalgia painfully hits her hard. Remembering she would bury her tearstained face onto his shoulder when they were together, when he was alive, inhaling his soft fragrance, and tightly clinging onto her better half as if he were gonna vanish.

Anthony… I’m coming…

…

Then her heartbeat was beating once again. Instead of being embraced with death as expected, she was met with the feeling of a long syringe plunging deep into her thigh. Monotonous and disembodied voices were heard with machineries whirring.

Someone mumbled something about her vitals becoming more steady now and got off their knees to walk off after getting called over to assist the others. It sounded like they needed her alive more than dead, otherwise she wouldn’t be slowly waking back up right now.

Her breathing slowly went from shallow to normal, or at least close to what normal as it gets, as Marlene felt like she was laid onto the cold floor, her limbs sprawled, with the ability to move around slowly coming back to her. Regaining and stabilizing her senses too.

Groaning softly and her eyes fluttering open just to see herself in the garage of the overruned base. Largely spacious with crates scattered all over and a group of numerous operators moving around to activate some sort of device. Barely noticing her regaining consciousness and busied with whatever they were doing.

Marlene’s fingers twitched as she struggled to push herself off the floor with a soft grunt. Leaning against a nearby crate after managing to crawl on all fours, without making a single sound, so she can hide behind one of them.

What the hell happened? Why aren't I dead? Why am I still alive? These thoughts ran through her distorted mind as the young woman readjusted her brown jacket over her shaky form and peered over her shoulder to search for a way out.

Unable to understand why and how she is still alive, Marlene knew better than to sit around and wait before something bad happened to her, so her instincts were telling her to evade and think later when it's safe. Just like her mom always says.

Marlene quickly picked at the corner of the crate and yanked some of it, without getting any splinters, although she did chipped a couple nails and didn’t really care about it, to make a handmade weapon. It was the size of her hand, but it was more than alright. Using her nails to make a sharp end and inspected it in her hand after she was done.

Perfect.

Thankfully no one noticed her disappearance and she peeked over to see most of them were still busy. Marlene grunted under her breath when she quietly walked around the shadows while crouching, despite her injuries aching badly, before stopping behind a black bronco.

“Detonation will be ready in five and we have the target subdued,” She hears one of them announce to the radio. “Do you copy? Over.”

The radio cackled in response before another voice was heard. “Copy. We’ll be there in three. We lost visual contact on the other targets, but it doesn't matter, we got the girl. So we’ll be there with the commander. Over.” Someone monotonously answered.

“Copy that. Over.”

Then Marlene noticed one of the operators that was keeping guard, far away from the group, walking towards her area. They wandered closer to her range before pausing in mid-step after hearing a little rustling sound.

Stepping closer to the source of the sound, they cautiously peeked over the hood of the bronco and saw nobody there at all. Straightening up and just stood there for less than a minute before they shrugged it off.

“Huh…” They shook their head, assuming they were just hearing things, or maybe it was a rat, and turned around just to have a wooden weapon shoved right in their jugular and slicing across the throat as they gagged and choked hard before Marlene quietly laid them on the floor so no sound was made.

Breathing heavily as she let them bleed to death before yanking their weapon off them. Heckler & Koch KH94A3. Checking the safety and ammunition. Safety on and magazine full, just what I actually need, thank fuck. She also unstrapped their knife, holstering it at the back of her jeans, before limping off in a crouching position still.

Whatever they injected in me with… I’m not completely immobile compared to before… She considered just leaving before her situation could get any worse, but then they’ll just come after her- or worse, after the ones who she cares about too. I don’t know if they made it out or not…

Marlene decided to take a stand and not yield to these assholes. Hurrying to the other side after hiding and disposing of the body, she mustered whatever strength induced into her, and regained through one's will, they weren’t gonna get away with this. Her morality bar got low a long time ago anyways, she isn’t opposed to taking down whoever is responsible for attacking them.

Mom would do the same thing… She thought grimly before cocking the weapon in her hands.

One of them went to check on her before realizing that she wasn’t laying there unconscious anymore as Marlene rushed up to the unfortunate soul and shoved the end of her weapon below their chin and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot startled the others as blood and clumps of brain splattered on her clothes down to the floor. She couldn’t care less and began creating carnage among them with whatever energy she had left.

Using the crates and unignited vehicles for cover, they didn’t last much due to their weapons and group of numbers, occasionally grabbing onto one of them to use as a meatshield before blowing their head off and dumping them aside, as Marlene didn’t waste a single bullet.

Taking the dead ones discarded guns with the magazines to replace her current empty one. Heckler & Koch MP7A2. Quietly crawling fast underneath an obstacle to sneak up behind another to stab the back of their right calf before using her submachine gun to take them down.

“She’s over there!” One of them shouted to their teammates- which ended with a few bullets through their visor of the helmet, dropping dead as she sprinted, her bad leg making her stumble a little, as Marlene tackled an unsuspecting operator from behind and plunged the knife through the back of their neck. Twisting it roughly before pulling it out. Snatching a flash grenade from the vest and tossing it over with a clicking sound towards a group of seven.

“Goddamnit!” One of them snapped in frustration while removing his helmet, carelessly dropping it aside on the ground, to rub his eyes so he could try to recover from the temporary blindness. “Don’t kill her! We need the target alive!” Squinting and looking around for her whereabouts. She wasn’t nowhere to be seen, much to his displeasure.

Until the sound of an engine being ignited, headlights getting flashed upon them, caught him off guard once most of them were rammed by a bronco. Dropping almost like dominoes and most of them succumbed from the impact.

“... I should’ve known why we were selected for this operation.” The incapacitated operator groaned in discomfort and slowly rolled to his side to try to stand back up on his feet. Just hearing the vehicle’s door opening and slammed shut with the sound of staggering footsteps coming towards him. He looked up at her, seeing the gun barrel aimed at his face, as his target just stared down at him apathetically. No remorse for her actions. He actually has a good amount of respect for that.

Her mother raised a killing machine for sure… He internally commented to himself.

“Before I blow your brains out from your skull. All I wanna know is… Why?” Marlene asked with her hand trembling a bit. Looking down at him, he is a caucasian male seemingly in his late-twenties, short messy dirty blonde hair, grayish blue eyes, and looked like shit from what she just did to him not too long ago.

He remained unresponsive just for a minute before giving her a serious look. “We’re just following orders here, kid. This was just bound to happen sooner or later.” The operator gave a cryptic response instead of a direct one.

This answer barely made her happy at all. This just irritated her and she wanted nothing more than to tear his throat apart with a bullet through his skull. Marlene bit the tip of her tongue in frustration and looked aside to see some sort of heavy looking device, but what caught her attention was that it had a timer on it.

Fifty-nine seconds left.

It looked like it could take the entire building down with that amount of explosives on it. Someone clearly wanted to get rid of any evidence of this attack on this base. Although she was quite unfamiliar with a blue glowy, bioluminescent-looking substance inside some glass tubes tied between wires and whatever you’d need for a bomb.

Shit… Marlene blinked owlishly and turned her head to look down at the man.

As if reading her mind, the nameless man just gave her a blank stare in return. “There’s no point. You won’t be able to disarm it – even if you tried.” He grunted when she kicked him right on the sternum before dropping back down onto his back on the floor when he tried getting up.

“I’d ask who the hell are you, or who are you working for, but I'm not gonna waste anymore of my precious time when you clearly aren’t gonna give me straight answers.” Marlene said coldly and just turned around right after shooting his left thigh and right ankle, he screamed and writhed in pain, as she pushed herself towards the exit. “You can just die here for all I care…” She mumbled under her breath.

I need to make sure they’re still alive… I can’t live with myself if something happens to them… not again… I can’t go through this again...

Just before Marlene can reach for the door handles, it suddenly bursts open, making her stagger backwards slightly, as she is met with an intimidating, masked and heavily armed individual who raises their gloved fist and swiftly pounded it against her face.

Her mouth opened in a silent shriek from the sudden punch as she fell on her backside onto the floor. Ignoring the pain coming from her face. Hastily pushing herself back up with a grunt, looking back up to see her attacker marching towards her, whipping out some sort of electric baton from their thigh holster.

Marlene shouted in pain when they managed to lunge forward to swing the weapon and hit right onto her gut. Almost stumbling on her feet like a newborn fawn, she turned and began running around the garage to avoid the hits while trying to steady her breath at the same time.

“I literally don’t have time for this bullshit!” She can already feel the adrenaline leaving her. This wasn’t good at all. Marlene needed to get the hell out before this place imploded in less than a minute. Unable to think properly while getting chased, she simply found a barrel filled with gasoline ahead of herself, raising her weapon to shoot at it just in time, running past it as being pursued at the same time.

Getting ungracefully flung forward onto the floor, with her attacker flailing to the side, roughly landing against the wall and crates. Their weight crushed them as they laid limp in the pile, meanwhile Marlene sighed in exhaustion against the cold floor, unbothered by the heat against her backside, and pushed herself off the floor to on her knees.

Barely able to fully stabilize herself in a short span of time. Marlene felt her wrist getting toughly tugged by the same operator she’d just incapacitated not too long ago. He yanked her closer and slapped some sort of device, or whatever weird looking watch it was, onto her wrist. She winced when the sharp feeling pierced into her flesh. Recoiling away as the young woman felt like writhing right there when the device triggered something within her.

A gasp slipped from her lips once the device imploded. Flashes of a blinding whitish, bluish hues filled her vision as it felt like gravity became nonexistent.

Then everything became black.

It was all bright and everything happened so fast. She could barely comprehend and wondered if she was actually dead this time, or somewhat survived, because this was getting ridiculous for her.

Marlene felt the left side of her face just numbingly cold and wet. It’s snow, she’d know the feeling. Breezy winds hitting the exposed side of her face as she softly groans, slowly pushing herself up, and those brown eyes fluttering open just to see she was in the middle of nowhere.

She felt fine- which shouldn’t be fine. Marlene was painfully aware that she wasn’t born normal like other people, her mom had tended to constantly remind her that since she was young girl, but this hasn’t happened to her once before.

However her head was throbbing real bad with the nauseous feeling hitting her. She couldn’t barely recall the last time she’d felt this whiplashed. Now Marlene could barely recall the entire event that just happened before literally landing here. It’s like recalling bits of scenes of a broken film or something.

And Marlene wasn’t entirely sure if her attire would keep her warm long enough to seek refuge. Her brown jacket wouldn’t be enough against the snow just as her blue hoodie underneath it.

“Whatever, at least I’m not half naked.” She muttered to herself and dragged herself through the thick snow. “I can keep whatever is left of my dignity.” Snorting in disbelief to herself after saying that.

“I need to wait this weather out somewhere warm in the meantime. Something tells me that I’m definitely not in Alaska or Wisconsin.” Marlene sighed, slightly annoyed due to her circumstances, and trudged along into the blizzard. Her boots weren’t suited for winter as well. She can already feel the snow going into them.

The temperature was bringing back some bad foggy memories and she was just glad that nobody was pouring steaming hot water on her at the same time.

Marlene shivered and her teeth chattered, wrists twitching against the leather binds, as she was barely able to recover from the bucket of cold water with ice in them getting poured right on her before the bucket of hot water after that.

Dissociation was her friend in this moment as she zoned out while muting out their voices.

Biting onto her tongue and cheek from the inside of her mouth to prevent herself from screaming when the process was repeated. Soon pneumonia would catch up to her if they don’t use the blowtorch on her later.

“Bluebird, tree frog, ladybug… bluebird, tree frog, ladybug…” Marlene kept repeating those words under her hoarse breath and rocked herself at the same time. It helps her pass the time, soon she’ll be back in her claustrophobically small cell, and a few hours of peace will be granted to her before they bring her back out of there again.

How long can this go? It felt longer than ten minutes since she’d been walking in this cold hellhole. Huffing and almost wheezing as Marlene pushed her legs forward while rubbing her arms. On the bright side… At least this isn’t the desert where I could've passed out from a deadly heat stroke by now… She tried to be optimistic about this, really, she did.

The device on her wrist wasn’t helping either.

Something sharp that felt like needles was digging deep into her wrist whenever she tried to yank at it, or make an attempt to take it off, but her attempts were futile for now as it remained on her. Chopping her hand off wasn’t an option.

“Bluebird, tree frog, ladybug, bluebird, tree frog, ladybug, bluebird, tree frog, ladybug…” Marlene repeated and continued on as pausing in mid step once she heard sounds of a helicopter, or more than one, above her. “Oh, I don’t like that.” She muttered and shook her head before increasing the pace throughout the thick snow.

Something caught her eye from the right above as a figure moved through the trees with such speed. Barely able to react and just kept going faster so she could find some civilization with someplace warm to recuperate for the meantime.

Hearing someone yell from the distance with some gunfire as it lasted for about a minute before it abruptly stopped. Quite unsettling for her, but Marlene had to keep her cool, no pun intended, and decided to check it out by changing her direction.

Snow got lower and easier for her to move around. Hopping once Marlene got onto the solid ground and practically jogged towards the source of noise until she ungracefully slipped on the unnoticed ice beneath her, grunting in pain when she landed on her bad side, and went to get back up before stopping when droplets of blood dropped next her to hand.

“Huh?” Looking up and almost slipping again once Marlene immediately noticed a dangling corpse, what appears to be a soviet uniform, or what's left of the body, hanging from a tree with a black wire wrapped around their mangled neck. Her breathing stopped there for a moment.

“What in the- oh, what the actual fucking hell!” Cursing when realizing the blood was getting on her clothes and hastily got back on her feet. Messily wiping it off her sleeve and regulating her breathing pattern before a panic attack hits her.

Furrowing her eyebrows and inspecting the mess noticing the necessities, which is a pistol with ammunition, a few grenades, and a small medkit onto the body. Marlene thought about this for a minute and due to her condition being on the thread right now, her moral compass was completely gray at this very point.

… This is so wrong, but I’m gonna need those… Sighing to herself and reluctantly grabbed a long branch after looking around for a second and began climbing onto the nearby tree with ease. Then jumping onto the same branch that held onto the hanging body, her body ached, but ignored it, she began hitting the pistol off. It took some hits for the weapon to fall off as it landed on the ground.

Letting go of the branch and landing on her feet, well, onto her knees due to staggering slightly. She reached down for the weapon and checked if it was full, which it was, before looking back up to aim for the wire after turning the safety off.

It dropped once she shot it loose as Marlene looked around cautiously before kneeling down next to the corpse to take what she needed. “I’m sorry…” Mumbling under her breath and standing back up right after just looting a dead body.

Somebody would've done the same if they were in my position…

Grimacing when the blood continued flowing and the red liquid almost surrounded the body in the snow. Then Marlene made a move on and kept a wary eye over her shoulder just after that, knowing she likely wasn’t alone out here. It wasn’t safe for anyone like her to be roaming around in the snowy woods.

Jesus… How long will it take for me to get to a nearby town? Marlene was sure enough that she might have to take camp for the night sooner than later or else a wild animal will have her for dinner.

“It would be un-bear-able for me if I got wolf-ed down… heh…” She chuckled dryly to herself for making such a wildlife joke, it was good in her personal opinion, when nobody else was around to hear it.

“Bluebird, tree frog, ladybug, bluebird, tree frog, ladybug, bluebird, tree frog, ladybug…” Marlene continued with the mantra and climbed over a log, wincing with everything in her entire body and began to ache again, as she was mentally and physically overwhelmed.

It wasn’t long before she crumbled down onto the ground with a pained sound. One of the most painful headaches pounded at her head as well. The gun slipped from her shivering hands, she could barely move a limp without feeling like she was back in that dark hole again, getting tortured all over, and it only hurt more when she tried moving.

Tears swelled up in those brown eyes as she eventually stopped writhing with her breathing becoming shallow and black dots blocking her blurred vision.

The last thing that she heard was snow crunching nearby with branches moving as a pair of boots stood in front of her limp form.

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