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Back to december

Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: Remus feels like he will regret that night the rest of his life, the marauders convince him to do something about it.

Genre: Hurt/comfort, Second chance romance

CW: Remus being self-destructive and questioning his worth.

Word count: 1.8K

This is part of my Speak now (Marauders' Version) collection.

“So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, Saying I'm sorry for that night. And I'd go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine”

Remus sighed, his eyes were fixed into someone across the great hall. He was sitting with the marauders at their usual place, his fork was playing with the food in front of him, he hadn’t been able to eat ever since that night.

“Come on mate, tell us what’s wrong. You’ve been sighing the whole dinner.” Sirius’ voice made him turn to him, seeing his three friends looking at him with worry written in their faces.

“Nothing is wrong, I’ve already told you” Remus replied with the same excuse he had been using for days.

“Yeah and that’s why you’ve been looking at Y/N like a kicked puppy for the last week” James retored. “Tell me again, why did you two break up?”

“How many times are you going to ask me that?” Remus sighed, tired of repeating the same conversation over and over with his friends.

“Until you tell us the truth” Peter urged.

“I’ve been telling you the truth, we wanted different things, the relationship wasn’t working”

“Remus” Sirius’ voice was stern, and the lack of a nickname while referring to his best friend was jarring. “You two were the epitome of love, I had never seen you smile as much as you did with her, like, never.”

“It’s hard to believe you, not even a day before you broke it off you were looking at her like she was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Your words, not mine.” James insisted.

And he was right, Remus had never been as happy as he had been while dating you. The choice of breaking things off had been all his. He loved you so much it was terrifying, at some point all he could think about was how long he had left before you realised what he really was and you left him for someone better. You deserved someone better.

“I really hope this has nothing to do with your monthly problem.” Peter’s voice was low, only for the four of them to hear.

Remus couldn’t help it, he stiffened. Peter had nailed it and he wasn’t ready to let his friends know about how deep his insecurities really run. But, they noticed his frame changing from exhausted to on guard, Remus didn’t even say anything before the rest of the marauders understood what had happened.

“Is that true Remus, did you break up with her because of that? I thought she already knew?” Sirius asked quietly, his previous anger now replaced with symphaty.

“She knows now, and it doesn’t matter, just drop it. I’m done with the interrogation” Remus snapped at them before getting up and leaving the great hall, leaving his friends with dumbfounded expressions behind.

───✥───

Lily meant well and you knew it, but if she kept asking you if you were okay you might explode.

“How are you, Y/N?” Lily asked you, for the fourth time in the last hour.

Ever since Remus had broken up with you Lily had been sitting next to you through all the meals, leaving her boyfriend's side, and afterwards she would walk you to your dorm. You appreciated her company and her friendship, but she was also a constant reminder that things were not as they were before, and therefore she was a constant reminder of your heartbreak.

“I’ll be fine” was the answer you settled for every time she asked.

“I talked to James.” Lily hesitated before speaking “Are you really okay? He told me why you and Remus broke up…”

Your eyes widened at that, if James had really told Lily about your break up that meant Lily knew about Remus being a werewolf, and as far as you were concerned he had never pushed her out of his life as he had done when you had been the one to bring it up.

“You knew about…that?” you decided to keep it as vague as possible in case James had made something up to stop Lily from asking more details.

She nodded “Ever since fourth year”

“Did he tell you?” You needed to know, your hands were now shaking and your heart was racing.

“No, I figured it out. Just like you did '' Lily's words calmed you down a little, if he had been able to confide in Lily but had never felt safe enough to tell you it would’ve made you feel awful.

“The moment I brought it up he cut me off, we didn’t even have the chance to discuss it. He just broke up with me.” It was the first time you were being honest about it, and it just made everything hurt like if Remus was breaking up with you all over again.

Lily stepped closer to you before wrapping you in a tight hug, her arms stroking your back in an attemp to comfort you.

“I think you should talk to him, try to make things right again.” she whispered.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, he probably doesn’t want to have anything to do with me.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

Maybe Lily was right, but you would never be brave enough to even try to prove her right.

───✥───

After storming out of the great hall Remus had locked himself in his dorm, he didn’t want any of the marauders to give him a speech about how he couldn’t let his lycanthopy affect his relationships. Because it had already affected the most important one he had.

But of course his friends wouldn’t grant his wishes.

“Remus, let me in, I want to talk with you. Please” Sirius was nothing but persistent. “Come on Moony, you know I’m not leaving.”

Remus sighed, he’d been doing that a tad lately, but decided to let Sirius in. He wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, and he preferred to talk with him alone and not wait for James and Peter to join Sirius.

When he opened the door Sirius didn’t waste a second and barged in, going directly to sit on Remus’ bed.

“Oh, yes of course, make yourself at home on my bed.” Remus scoffed at him.

“Come sit, Moony”

Remus didn’t have the strenght to fight him, so he walked towards his bed and sat next to Sirius.

“What happened when she found out?” He wasn’t going to waste any more time.

“She confronted me about it, asked me why I hadn’t told her.” Remus said sadly

“Was she judgemental, was she scared or disgusted?” Sirius inquired, he knew you well, and you weren’t anything but lovely and understanding, being disgusted by Remus’ lycanthropy was not something he pegged you to be.

“I didn’t give her the chance to really express what she thought of it” Sirius gave him a look of encouragement for him to continue. “I broke up with her before she could say something.”

“Why?”

“I think that if she had rejected me at that moment I would have never recovered from it, I was terrified.” He said, his words showing a rare vulnerability.

“Do you regret it? Not giving her a chance. Do you really think she would’ve hated you?”

“I regretted it the moment she walked out of the door, but I couldn’t risk it”

“I think you should give her the chance, talk with her.” Sirius patted his shoulder

“If she didn’t hate me then, she defintely does now. She deserves better.”

“I believe it’s not your call to choose what she does or does not deserve, give her the chance.”

Maybe Sirius was right.

───✥───

The Gryffindor common room was not very crowded after curfew, usually only a few seventh year students were spotted working on their class work after being kicked out of the library.

But these days you would only find comfort on the couch in front of the fireplace, even if it was not a substitute for Remus’ warmth during the cold nights of december, it was the best you found.

The quiet crack of the wood being burned and the weight of your blankets lulled you to sleep, your eyes were closed and your breathing slow, you were finally falling asleep when the weight of another body made the couch shift.

“Y/N '' your name was called very quietly, barely above a whisper, but you could recognise the voice anywhere.

“Remus” your eyes opened and you sat up, straightening yourself

Remus was sitting right next to you, far enough for his thighs to not touch you, but close enough for you to be able to read his expression in the dark room .

“Can we please talk?” He was fidgeting with his hands, clearly nervous of how this conversation was going to go.

You hugged yourself before nodding. Then a beat of silence

“I’m sorry.” you both said at the same time. Another silence took over the room before you both chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m really sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have cut you off like that. I was scared and I was impulsive, I know I can’t excuse my behaviour, and you don’t have to forgive me but I needed you to know.” He took a deep breath before continuing

“I have never felt what I feel for you before, and only the thought of you leaving because of my lycanthropy terrified me. And the moment you confronted me about it I thought it was better if I was the one leaving. But I regretted it the moment I saw the tears in your eyes, and when you walked out of the door all I wanted was to take my words back. And I regret it every time I see you across the great hall instead of next to me. Words can’t begin to show how sorry I am.”

Remus was now crying, he wasn’t the only one, your eyes had started to water the moment he started talking. You took his hand on yours before speaking.

“It’s okay Rem, I forgive you. And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I would hate you for being you” you said sincerely.

There was a brief moment of silence in which you looked each other in the eyes, they were filled with tears, but also love. You swore no one had ever looked at you like that before.

"Can we try again, please?" He asked

You didn't even answer, throwing yourself at his arms, which embraced you with the familiar warmth you desperately craved.

"I've missed you so much, please never leave again" you sobbed into his chest

"I won't, I promise" he said, placing a kiss on your temple.

Maybe Remus should listen to Sirius' advice more often if they were going to help him get the love of his life back.

Author's note: I'm so proud of this one I think it's super duper cute. I'm also dying with uni work at the moment, wish me luck, love u all <33 Thank you for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed and very appreciated To be part of the taglist Dm me or send me an ask <3 Series' taglist: @feral-posts @izuoyarmin @aremuslupinsimp @yourfavgay @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo

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oldmemoria · 6 months

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okay heres the fucking thing about this script controversy that some people don't seem to get.

just gonna say it blatently:

strap in babes this is gonna be a long one!

The way Miguel O'Hara is written in the leaked transcripts is blatantly racist, here's why from a Latino himself!

all wrapped up in a sweet little bow for everyone who doesn't know how to comprehend what they're reading, cheers!

er. i mean.

¡Salud!

Miguel fans are not mad that they depicted him in a bad light and that they made it clear that he is in the wrong

WE FUCKING KNOW. WE'RE NOT STUPID.

Miguel has been depicted as a morally grey asshole since the early 1990s, which is when Spider-Man 2099 was initially debuted. And while yes, the movies are.... inaccurate, to say the least, it still stands.

The issue here is how he is depicted. They directly call Miguel O'Hara, a Latino man, an ANIMAL (he is directly called an animal TWICE. FUCKING TWICE.)

[1st image id: Miguel leaps onto Vulture, Clawing his way in past the renaissance armor. he is an ANIMAL. (keep in mind ANIMAL is literally in all caps.) /end id]

[2nd image id: Miguel SLASHES at the walls of light that surround Miles. Clawing the energy field apart, an animal in the throes of bloodlust -- /end id]

I need you to really soak in the fact that he is called "AN ANIMAL" twice. I'm awful at alts and ids but I feel I must so you can read it in plain text. sorry if they suck.

Our issue is not that the writers seem to have a bias against the character. a lot of writers write characters they dont particularly like and in turn tend to write them from a foggy lense of their own perception. An example would be Kate Cary and how she didn't like Crowfeather, a character she had to write about. I'm sure some of her bias seeped through. but this is different.

writing a Latino man as a bloodthirsty animal, implied to be called a predator because they call one of the people he fights (im not sure if its miles or the vulture, im leaning towards believing the former.) his "prey", THOSE ARE ALL RACIAL STEREOTYPES. ALL OF THEM.

[3rd image id: But Miguel can only see his prey: /end id]

There is no context to be needed here, the context is that this is miguel we're talking about and that they call him an animal. it does not matter if he is a villain or not (which he isnt, factually he fucking isnt im tired of having this conversation, fuck you). it matters that he's depicted in a racially insensitive way.

and this person brought this up pretty well actually, I didn't even think of it:

[4th image id: Tumblr user @/404-505 saying:

i want to be so mean to them

they couldn't write miguel crossing the border and stealing a job so they wrote him crossing into another universe and stealing his own identity

they couldnt write miguel as a drug addict so they gave him spider steroids instead /end id.]

They bring up a really good point about these clear stereotypes being seemingly. . . disguised behind points that are narratively relevant? This could literally just be pure coincidence, but noting how the writers wrote him before... it isn't looking too good for them. Sorry. Not sorry.

It is clear that there is some kind of bias against miguel that led to really disgusting, racist retoric. Whether or not it was intentional or if it was a first draft or whatever, the writers, which may i remind you were white, still wrote this at some point.

it makes me question whether or not they hated him because of his "bullshit utopia", their words not mine, or because of their own racial biases.

We cannot know because miguel is the only mexican character on the cast. I know Miles is Puerto Rican, but there are differences between how they were portrayed. also Puerto Ricans and Mexicans come from competely different cultural backgrounds that share simularities but are still different dont even try i will destroy you.

Using another users words again, but:

[5th image id: Tumblr user @/transmiguelohara says:

Don't talk to me about the Miguel parts in the script. I'm so disappointed in how the writers view him.

The difference between the way Miguel is written (antagonist, not the villain) vs Spot (the villain, whats to kill Miles' dad and everyone he knows) is soooo.....I don't know man it just screams racism in sorry. Describing Miguel as a bloodthirsty animal? Repeatedly? Treating him like he's mindless and has no motivation beyond having a hair trigger temper? It sucks man. /end id]

It also strikes me that now that we finally have a brown-skinned miguel, they write him like, well. this.

I don't really know if this is petty or not, but I want to wrap this back to the way the fandom also sees Movie Miguel.

Because TRUST ME it is not good either.

Miguel O'Hara Vs. FANDOM: Spoilers, it's been troubling since the beginning.

From the beginning (and by beginning in this case I mean since he was announced to be a character in this movie) Miguel has been continuously sexualized, beyond belief. He is repeatedly called "papi cholo" which NEED I REMIND YOU "Cholo" is a derogatory term used to call someone, usually a mexican person, a criminal or a delinquent.

FUCK YOU if you are not Latino OR hispanic and use this to describe people. from the bottom of my heart.

I'm pretty sure the majority of the people who called/ still currently call him "papi cholo" are mixing it up with "papi chulo" (white people moment.) which means something completely different but is still troubling as hell.

"papi chulo", which is slightly different in the way, just directly translates to "big daddy". Which again, Latino men being overly sexual "Latin Lovers" is ALSO A RACIAL STEREOTYPE. also its just blatant fetishization. Point blank fucking period.

Not only that but I notice a lot of art and fanfiction depicts him doing a lot of violence, or being very overbearing and demeaning, or in short terms.

a lot of people write him as physically and sexually aggressive.

fuck do you mean he growls during sex i can and will send you to space with no return.

which

for the millionth time

racial stereotype

halleluiah or however you spell it.

Having him say random spanish phrases you don't know the meaning or connotations of in your fanfiction is icing on the cake at this point.

fucking end me.

it isn't even only sexual depictions, since he's been shown in the movie, a lot of people seem to just see him as this guy who goes off and tries to kill children at a hairs trigger. which uh. fun fact no he fucking doesnt.

you clearly didn't watch the movie as well as you thought you did. hes just sarcastic and generally pretty level headed through the majority of his runtime, whether its implied by how characters around him act, or its just what we see on screen.

He doesn't necessarily have anger issues, the moment we see at the climax of the film is quite literally a mental break. he is not acting in a way that he usually would because he was cracking under the stress of holding the multiverse together with some scotch tape and orange glitter glue.

Also side tangent but he also has a mental break in the comics that's a little more... droopy and sad as compared to the movie, but it still happens. he has shitty mental health is what im saying. he only really lashes out angrily when hes at his wits end because that's how he grew up. he was taught to suppress his feelings and seem smaller when he was upset.

he is the result of abuse and neglect. of course he wouldn't be amazing at emotional regulation.

Which before anyone says it no, this is not an excuse for his actions. just an explaination that isn't "hes an angry animal that has it out for miles UwU" that everyone seems to have in their brain. I'm tired of you all. truly.

the sentiment that hes agressive and angry and his only emotion is anger and upsetness unless he's horny which is when he experiences all these emotions tenfold is. racist. idk how clear i have to be for people to get it through their damn skulls that the way the fandom depicts him is harmful. do i need to slap you in the face with a fish until you understand. do i need to burn your fanfiction. will you get it now that a 15 year old latino boy has to scream it in your face.

and dont even get me STARED on how inaccurately he is written

this is a more light hearted section because idk. feels like i should have it because this part is just comical, pun intended. How can you fuck up this hard guys.

I was gonna give them the benefit of the doubt because "Miguel has fresh trauma!" "He only shows up for like 10 minutes!" "insert 3rd reason!" for his drastic change in demeanor and personality, which, without context, are valid reasons for him to be a little different. trauma fucks you up man. we only see 10 minutes of him. but at this point im chalking it up to complete incompetence

it doesnt take that long to read a comic book guys. you could have done a little research, I know you can do it.

first off:

[6th image id: Miguel's SPIDER-SENSE goes off! He races to the edge if the building and peers into an empty alley -- /end id]

LMFAO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN "SPIDER-SENSE"

Unless you didn't get the total of TWO jokes that they made in ONE scene (the vulture fight scene), Miguel doesn't have a spider sense. at all. He has elevated senses, but he doesnt have a spider sense.

guys

guys.

you made TWO jokes IN A ROW about it. YOU WHACKED HIM IN THE HEAD TWICE WITH IT. HOW DID YOU FORGET

I cant help but laugh! this is a rookie mistake! these are seasoned writers! They could have done at least a little research, or at least remembered that he doesnt have one, no? is it that hard? or does his lack of a spider sense only matter when you're making fun of your least favorite character? thats what I thought.

this one is less funny. not to sound like a stereotypical comic nerd but this infuriated me a little bit I'm not gonna lie.

[8th image id: tumblr user @/darksidecorner reblogged tumblr user @/spiderxpawz with:

They definitely didn't

a screenshot of the script reads:

AN INDUSTRIAL TANGLE OF HUGE PISTONS -- the literal DARK UNDERBELLY that undergrids Miguel's bullshit Utopia.

Miles doesn't know where to go... but he doesn't need to: SOMEONE YANKS him up into the safety of an alcove.

the user then continues:

This in particular made me PISSED because they quietly canonized that Miguel is CEO of Alchemax while conveniently ignoring that he did everything in his fucking power to BETTER Neuva York. Downtown wasn't built by him. It was built by people WAY before him.

I can excuse and defend some comic deviation, but THIS? Holy FUCK /end id]

I honestly cant tell if I find this part funny or pathetic because seriously. he did not do this. why are you blaming him for something he had nothing to do with. i dont think he decided "hey i should build a city for rich people over poor people because reasons" when he was like... not even alive. Alchemax did this before he was even sentient. it had always been this way since he was born. he also actively hated this decision. because he actively hates alchemax.

but right MIGUELS bullshit Utopia yeah HE did this that EVIL LITTLE BABY i cant believe him

kill me.

In conclusion:

I. . . Don't really know, to be honest. I'm still processing all this. I am genuinely disappointed and upset because this isn't okay. It never will be, and if it takes yet another blunt essay with absolutely no filter for people to understand it then so be it. I don't care if this comes off as mean. This is something I feel qualified to talk about and I will express my disappointment and anger if I want to.

All of the posts I reference I have reblogged within the last 24 hours of making this post, they shouldn't be that hard to find, but if you want the links to them here they are:

https://www.tumblr.com/spiderxpawz/735344322114977792/live-mexican-reaction?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/404-505/735289664739606528/they-couldnt-write-miguel-as-a-drug-addict-so?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/transmiguelohara/735289238625648640/cant-believe-the-writers-have-the-same-reading?source=share

if you want your image to be removed or for your link to be removed just ask and I'll do it. but currently im kinda bummed out and tired.

goodbye.

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 7 months

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Hello friend! Hmm fine au you've got there...

Man I'm just. Imagining. Richer. Because he's a lil kid right. Small lil guy. You know what kids are known for? Getting sick.

Like can you imagine Orlox having to not only deal with general Richie sass but then also cranky feverish weak Richie sass?

And also just. The general panic. Orlox is going to go through. Because it's been a hot minute since he's had to deal with real mortal life, right? Or maybe it'll bring back some prior memories from his lover, when he fell ill, and is just further resolved to keep this new father-son relationship oh so cherished?

Anyway I. Also have the brainrot.

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

Omg you are so cruel🤭🤭 btw I’M BACK!

Olrox, for all his life experience, didn’t notice something was off at first. It was just coughing, but Richter had a knack for exherting himself so he didn’t give it much thought.

What did alarm him, was the lack of energy that followed. The usually rowdy boy that got up to trouble faster than the vampire blinked, could now barely muster enough strength to eat a meal he’d normally almost inhale. Olrox stood from the table and circled it, bringing the back of his palm to Richie’s head and his fear was confirmed upon feeling the burning skin. Belmont had a fever.

“Richter? Are you sick?” The question was retorical of course. He couldn’t understand why the kid didn’t alert him.

“N-no? I’m fine…just tired.” Richie slurred in response, and Olrox scooped him into his arms. Right, ten years olds are not exactly famous for knowing what’s good for them.

Outwardly, the Aztec had been as calm as a lake on a clear day, but inwardly, it was all panic. He kept it together to avoid scaring the child, but it’s been more than two centuries since he had to deal with sicknesses himself or take care of someone who fell ill. He called for the maid, tasking her with getting a doctor while he tucked Belmont into bed. Surprisingly, he was already asleep, the fever knocking out whatever energy he had left.

The doctor arrived after a torturous half hour, but luckily the fever wasn’t too serious. Little Richter was prescribed medicine and advised to drink tea with special herbs, as well as get a lot of rest.

When Belmont awoke, he was delusional, one eyes still closed, and barely processing what was going on around him. He saw Olrox sit next to the bed, reading a book but clearly not focused on it.

“D-dad…?” Richter muttered, missing the way vampire’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at the title, and he was immediately at the boy’s side, cupping his face.

“What is it, my son?” He asked ever so softly.

“My head…I can’t think.”

“It’s the chills, darling. It’ll pass, but we can quicken the process if you drink an antipyretic. Can you sit up?”

“Is it gross?”

“It’s just medicine, honey.”

“I don’t want it.” Belmont tried to roll away, but didn’t have enough strength to do so and instead stayed pouting on his back.

Olrox sighed. Of course Richter would keep his sass even in a dire situation, and it certainly didn’t help that the vampire couldn’t be harsh with him, his illness considered, so he gently picked Richer and sat him against the bed-frame, fetching a spoon.

Richter crossed this arms. “You didn’t respond to my—” He coughed. “—Question..”

Olrox prepared himself for the oncoming tantrum. “Most likely? Yes, it’s gross.”

Richter frowned. “Then I’m not taking it.”

“Honey, you won’t feel better on sleep alone.”

“Then I die.”

That line ran a chill down his spine, eliciting unpleasant images.

“Richter,” He pinned the boy with a cold gaze. “I’m not asking you.”

Would he force-feed the antipyretic? Of course not, but he’ll make Richter drink it no matter what.

Richter groaned, the small, aware part of his brain telling him that he really didn’t have a choice, and he leaned forward, grimacing for what’s to come.

Olrox’s expressions softened and he poured the suspicious liquid into the spoon. Belmont had a hard time forcing it down and stuck out his tongue. “Ew! That sucked.”

“Language.” Aztec calmly reprimanded, setting the bottle away and tucking his boy back into the covers. “Get some rest. I’ll be here when you awake and we’ll see if your appetite returns.”

“Okay…” Richter mumbled, pulling the covers closer akin to a little caterpillar.

Olrox couldn’t help the warmth about to burst out of his chest at the adorable sight, and pressed a kiss into the child’s hair. Richter made a noise but no move to protest, falling back asleep as calm as ever. Olrox smiled, the crisis finally averted.

“Sleep, my child.”

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moviecritc · 1 month

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a night to remember ⋆ mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x fem!oc (named Dominique)

tropes: one night stand

summary: mick was feeling down in the bar with his friends and dominique came in the best moment to cheer him up, but after that night they found out they were going to work together for all the season.

warnings: insinuations, slutty behaviour from the oc

a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling.

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Mick didn't wanted to be there, not at all.

They were in Sahkir, after the testing of the new season incoming and they didn't went as good as he thought it would be, so he was feeling a bit down. But anyways George dragged him to the bar with him and other fellow drivers.

They were all drinking for fun and vibing to the music because their testing went really well. Mick, on the other hand, have already seen critics of his way of driving and people comparing him to his dad. He hated that, everything he does is compared to what his father's done. Mick loved his father with all his heart, but he's not only his surname.

"Mick!" Lando shouted, already tipsy. "There's a gorgeous blonde that can't take her eyes off you!"

"What?" was the only thing he could articulate. Mick looked around, trying to find that girl probably Lando has invented.

"That girl," he pointed directly at her, making her lift her eyes to him. "She's eyeing you, you see that?"

"Maybe because you're pointing at her so bad it even hurts me," Mick said, rolling his eyes.

"Nah, she was looking at you before. Trust me on this one, bro," Lando insisted. He took a long sip of his drink, finishing it. And after that he ordered another one to the waiter

"I'm not really in the mood, and you should stop drinking," Mick advised, pressing his lips.

Lando let out a long sigh and even rolled his eyes to make it more dramatic.

"Yeah, whatever. She's pretty, and you're pretty too," Lando argued. Mick lost the thread of the conversation, since when Lando thinks he's pretty? "I think you should go and talk to her."

"And I think you should stop thinking,"

"Why are you so boring, man!" Lando said, almost shouting.

"I told you, I'm not in the mood," he remarked, sipping in his drink.

"You know what?" Lando said. Mick thought it was a retorical question, but then he saw Lando truly waiting for him to answer.

"What?" he wondered, with a long face.

"If you're not talking to her, she is talking to you!" Lando said, before getting up.

"Wait, what the fuck?!" Mick tried to grab Lando's shirt, but he was already really close to that girl. "Fuck..."

He gazed out the whole scene; how Lando started talking -bothering- that girl by tapping her in the shoulder and how she looked totally confused about what he was saying. Then, Lando pointed at him and that girl, instead of frowning and giving him a bad look, as Mick thought it would be, she smiled at him softly and wave him shyly.

Lando took her with his arm and walked her to Mick.

"Mick, mate! This is Dominique, isn't she gorgeous? I told her you said that, so you have to agree with me," Lando said very fast, stepping on the words.

"Uh, yeah," he was getting nervous. "I mean, absolutely! You are gorgeous, yes."

Dominique gave him a wide smiled but she quickly began to blushed.

"Well, I'm gonna find George and all this people, so you can have a little bit of peace," Lando said and when he left, he winked ant Mick in the weirdest way possible.

Dominique sat by his side at the bar counter and ordered a cocktail to the waiter. "Thanks," she said, when the waiter returned with her drink. "So..."

She was ready to start a conversation, but Mick interrupted her with a grin.

"I'm really sorry about my friend, he is drunk and I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," he excused himself, pressing his lips together.

"Oh, no worries! I mean, I was actually eyeing you," Dominique admited.

"You were?" Mick was totally surprised, and maybe a bit excited.

"Yeah! I came here with my friends and I've been telling them all night that you looked really cute from afar, and even cuter this close," she lean a bit into him, brushing their shoulders. Mick couldn't say a word. "Now you have to compliment me back, darling."

"Oh! Yeah, I've said it before, you are stunning," he said, trying so hard to not hesitate.

She laughed. "So, what are you doing in Sahkir? You don't look very local, we're not gonna lie,"

"Neither do you," They both laughed. "I'm working here,"

"Oh, me too!" Dominique said. "Well, sort of. Tomorrow is my first day,"

"Nice," Mick was going to add something, but Dominique quickly took the word

"So... you wanna hook up or something?" she asked, finishing her drink.

Mick almost have forgotten why Dominique was talking to him. She just wanted to hook up, that was her aim since their first interaction. Flirt a bit and then go straight to fucking.

"Okay," he agreed.

She was a beautiful woman and definitely his type, why would he denied it?

Mick felt off the whole time. They didn't have that connection like his other relationships, they were just two strangers fucking. And it hurt him knowing that Dominique only talked to him looking for sex.

Maybe he's just an idiot but for a few seconds he thought they were connecting in some way. Obviously, the next morning she was gone.

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"Girl, I just hooked up with some random guy," Dominique rushed to get out of the hotel where she left Mick sleeping.

The first thing she did was calling her best friend, who was in the other side of the country.

"Dom! We talked about this," her friend said, sighting. "You have to stop turning into a slut everytime you drink."

"Hey, I'm not a slut, I'm slutty. Know the difference," Dominique tried defending herself.

But her friend was totally right, when Dominique gets drunk she doesn't scream or crazy dances, she flirts with every guy that appears in her way. Before Mick she also was watching some of his friends aswell, but it was Mick the one who caught her eye.

She hated that facet of her, going hungover her first day of work is not something to be proud of. She just got hired by Haas to be an engineer in the upcoming season of Formula 1. Dom actually didn't adore the job, she was never a fan of the sport, or any sport in general. But travelling all around the world sounds too good to say no. And also the pay really good.

Her new collegues were the ones who dragged her to the bar that night. "I think I'm gonna kill myself," she said to her friend, still on the phone. "I was awful, awfully awful. I turn into a horny bitch-ass anytime I drink,"

Dominique sighed and she drink a long sip of water, in an attempt to make her headache leave.

"No man peace," her friend said, with a little laugh.

"Oh, shut up. It makes me fell like a horrible person. And the man seemed so sweet and nice,"

"You're not a horrible person," her friend assured. "You're just slutty,"

Dominique rolled her eyes. "Ok, I'm gonna hung up now,"

She took a taxi to get to the circuit where the practics where being held. It was the first time in all her life that she has put a feet in a Formula 1 circuit. One of the workers of Haas show her the whole place, ending the sort-of-tour in the Haas garage.

"And this is Mick, you are going to be his engineer the whole season," he said and right after that he leaves them alone.

They both recognized each other at the very first moment. She could've been drunk as fuck, but Mick has the bluest eyes she has ever seen and she remember them perfectly.

"Wait, you work here?" Mick asked, astonished.

"Yeah... isn't that obvious?" Dominique pressed her lips together, forcing her to not smile.

"Well, you didn't tell me yesterday," he argued.

"I was focusing on your pretty eyes," Dominique admited.

Mick lower his eyes for a moment, hiding his blushed cheeks to get into character again.

"You know, you're not the first person of referred to me as pretty," he said with a smirk.

"You should be proud, pretty boy," She didn't know why they were flirting in that way. "I actually thought you would be mad at me,"

"Yeah? Why?" he questioned, crossing his arms by his chest.

"Well, I wasn't very nice the other night. But it's something that happens to me when I'm drunk, and I also weren't in the mood of talking," she admited.

"Oh, really?" he exaggered. "I didn't even realize."

Dominique looked away because of Mick's sarcasm. "If you're going to start with sex jokes I'm gonna leave," she made the gesture of going away. "I'm sorry, ok? I was a total bitch yesterday..."

Mick didn't say anything.

"Now it's when you deny it and tell me that I'm super cool and gorgeous," Dominique insisted, biting her lips.

"It's okay. Dominique, right?" They both laughed.

"Yes. You were Mick, right?" she didn't leave him time to answer. "I don't know why I asked, I totally remember your name,"

"Ok, now I'm impressed!" Mick said, walking with her to the inside of the garage.

"I told you, I'm a cool person. And I actually thought you were cute," she remarked.

"Really?"

"No,"

They bursted into laughs.

"You're funny," Mick said.

"No, I'm being serious. I don't like you at all," she insisted, still smiling. "Like, if you asked me for a date I probably throw up,"

"Now you're being dramatic. You can't be that level of dramatic with someone you just met," Mick said, frowning in a very cute way for Dom's eyes.

"Try me,"

Mick didn't even think twice. "You wanna go on a date with me?"

"Yes,"

They went silent for a few seconds. "So no vomit?"

"No... sorry for disappointing you, darling," Dominique pressed her lips together.

"Calling me darling without being on a date, how lustful," Mick rolled his eyes.

"Alright, bro," Dominique hit him with her fist in his shoulder. "Don't you think we should get some work done? Let's do some driving and strategic shit,"

Mick blinked a couple of times. "Do you know anything about Formula 1?"

"Not at all,"

"Cool,"

"You see? I'm super cool,"

"I didn't mean you,"

"Shut up, Mick." she said right after. "Or I'll cut your brakes,"

They kept that dynamic for the rest of the day. Dom's insinuations increased practicaly every minute, and Mick adored answering her something three times worse. And at the end of the week the long-awaited date arrived.

Even though they were staying at the same hotel, Mick insisted coming and pick her up.

"Oh, hi," Dominique said with a smirk. She chose a nice light pink dress and he was wearing a linen shirt. "It's nice seeing you with something different than fireproofs and that awful suit."

"You can't say that, Dom. It's bad for the team image," Mick insisted.

She loved that he started calling her Dom instead of the usual Dominique, it made her blushed in the craziest way.

"Darling, we have no team image," Dominique said, smiling.

Mick rolled his eyes dramaticly. All over the week she didn't stop bullying the team. She was right about all the things she says? Absolutely. But if someone except from Mick hears her, she probably will be jobless again.

"Where are you taking me?" Dominique asked, hooking his arm to Mick's.

"I know a nice restaurant in the city, sounds good?"

"Sounds delightful," she smiled softly. "You're paying, right?"

Mick bursted into laughs. "Of fucking course, I'm a gentleman,"

"If you say so,"

"Then we can do fifty/fifty," Mick shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips.

"Alright, I'll stop. I'm ready to have a nice and relaxing evening," Dom said. "And then we're fucking."

"On the first date? Daring,"

"Deny it," she made a short pause. "Go on, deny it,"

The silence was loud and then Mick looked at her with a devilish smile. Mick drove to the restaurant while Dominique was changing the song every minute. At the restaurant he sat facing the window and they ordered food to share.

They talked and laughed a little bit too loud. The dinner went so good that Dominique was worried, how can a human being be that interesting and that cute?

"Hey," Dominique changed the way of the conversation when they were arriving to the hotel. "We're not going to fuck."

"Really? I thought that was all you wanted. Again,"

Dominique, between laughs said, "No, I'm being serious. I want to do this in the right way,"

"Wait, we're going to have three dates so I can kiss you?" Mick said, wide-opening his eyes.

"No, no. I was hoping you would kiss me like... right now?"

"Cool,"

Mick leaned into her, and she had to stoped him so she could control her laugh and finally their lips interwinted. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other. She could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of his own. Dom entangled her hands in Mick's hair, pushing him closer to her.

Mick put a hand in her back and she took that as a sign to separate their lips.

"Mick, hey," Dominique said, connecting looks with Mick. He was totally blushed. "I'm being serious, I want to take things slowly."

"Okay, I can do that," he nodded, with a soft smile.

"I mean, we are working together so maybe if we go very fast we'll have problems and I don't really want to have problems, because you're very sweet and I like you."

She left out a long breath.

"You like me?" he faked susprise. Dominique rolled her eyes and then she felt how Mick grabbed her hand softly. "I like you too, Dom. Just to be clear,"

"Oh, thank you. How thoughtful,"

Mick laughed. "C'mon, I'll walk you to the door of your room."

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x female oc #f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #mick schumacher x oc #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher imagine #formula 1 one shot #ms47 #msc47 #ms47 fanfic #f1 fluff #noraverse 🫧

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eirinstiva · 5 months

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All the world's a stage: His Last Bow

Today I received the last story of the year from my dear friend Watson. Did he write it? Apparently he didn't. It was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle? Billy again? Mycroft Holmes? We don't know, but at least I'm sure the author wasn't Sherlock Holmes because there's not a single cry of "my Watson would do this better". We know our drama queen. My theory is that Mycroft wrote it after hearing Sherlock and John talking about this case, and then ACD edited it.

[ID: Cover of The Strand Magazine vol. 65, no. 321, September 1917. And illustration of a street in navy blue. Crossing the middle of the page there's a red band with Sherlock Holmes profile that says "Sherlock Holmes outwits a German Spy]

There are many reasons of why I love this story: Holmes has the chance to use chloroform:

[ID: Sherlock Holmes (as Altamont) with a goatee, using chlorofom-soaked rag to sleep Von Bork. Illustration by Alfred Gilbert]

Holmes and Watson working together once more:

[ID: Holmes and Watson walking Von Bork slowly. Illustration by Alfred Gilbert]

Holmes in disguise with longer hair and a horrible goatee, the references to professor Moriarty, colonel Moran and Irene Adler Norton, Martha the housekeeper (Mrs. Hudson? I don't know) there's a cat! but what I really like is how Sherlock Holmes used all his knowledge, talent and expertise to work as a spy.

This is his last case. This is his last play. That's why the title of this story has been translated into Spanish as Su último saludo en el escenario, El último saludo (as in my copy of Todo Sherlock Holmes) or La última reverencia. The detective works incognito for two years: he changes his appearance, he speaks with American accent and he travels to another places. Sherlock is an actor and all the world is a stage, and for his last show he calls his friend Watson to work with him at his side for the grand finale. Holmes takes the time to drink wine with Watson and to talk about everything and nothing while Von Bork is tied (somebody is third-wheeling here, or as we say in Chile, Von Bork is playing the violin). The detective takes the chance to steal £500, use his own book Practical Handbook of Bee Culture as a decoy, and make a dramatic identity reveal because Holmes loves to be dramatic, and he really loves to be dramatic when Watson is at his side. The previous short stories are the evidence.

What happened after this? my friend Doctor Watson answer this question in the preface of the book His Last Bow:

The friends of Mr. Sherlock Holmes will be glad to learn tha he is still alive and well, though somewhat crippled by occasional attacks of rheumatism. He has, for many years, lived in a small farm upon the downs five miles from Eastbourne, where his time is divided between philosophy and agriculture. During this period of rest he has refused the most princely offers to take up various cases, having determined that his retorement was a permanent one. The approach of the German war caused him however, to lay his remarkable combination of intellectual and practical activity at the disposal of the government, with historical results which are recounted in His Last Bow. Several previous experiences which have lain long in my portfolio have been added to His Last Bow so as to complete the volumen JOHN H. WATSON, M.D.

It's been a year since Letters from Watson reunited old and new fans to read the short stories on Sherlock Holmes and next year it's time to read the novels!

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #john h watson #acd canon #his last bow #LAST #infinite love to letters from watson #todo sherlock holmes #lost in translation #alfred gilbert #drama queen #letters in the underground

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x--ghost--x · 1 year

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YO! I JUST READ YOUR CAUGHT FIC AND MA'AM??? WHAT WAS THIS BLESS TO MY EYES LIKE- 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

I really like your writing and i have this idea on my mind for soo fricking long. I already send this for like,three people but no one make it. You are my last hope 🥺

Ok ok ok,the idea and scenario is:

Rise!Leo x blind reader (alredy looking cute right??? But wait,her me out here. And ah,reader can be female,preferable)

Leo always visited her exactly because she's blind so the reader wouldn't mind about him been a turtle for obvious reasons,but one day reader goes "i wanna know how you look like,can i touch your face?" and of course this boy PANIC cuz the blindness is what making this friendship possible. Even afraid,Leo allow her to feel his face finally knowing about the mutant thing. Now,you would think "she gross out didn't she?"

Ha!

No!

Reader just say "i don't care about your look or aparence,i love you for who you are"

Yep,she confess,like it's nothing and this boy is flabbergasted. Of course he confess too like,who wouldn't after this??? And the kissie kiss in the end for the ⭐️flavor⭐️

What you think? Good enough to write?

ASJDJSJD THANK YOU SM♡

And this idea is so cute omg, I actually wanted to write something similar for Leo cuz I had idea like that and now I have an excuse to write it!

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Love is blind

Leo gently knocked on the window, standing on a fire escape and leaned on the railing. He tapped his foot to the rhythm of the song playing constantly in his head for all day, looking at the bright lights of passing cars below him. Today's night was really nice, warm wind, clear dark sky and the thought of seeing the person he's been waiting to talk to for almost the entire week. The turtle was busy trying to keep the city as safe as he and his brothers could, not having much of free time.

Leo tugged on the material of his blue bandana when he heard a soft click of opening the window. He looked up and smiled noticing a familiar figure.

"Hello there. Long time no see, Leo."

He chuckled at the obvious joke, walking up to the windowsill you were leaning on.

"Well, hello to you too." he crooked his head to the side (not like you actually could see tho). "How did you know it was me?"

"Who else would knock on my window in the middle of the night?" you retored with a smile appearing on your lips.

The turtle made a humming sound comedically information you of him thinking hard on your question, which caused you to let out a quiet giggle, knowing that louder noise could bring unwanted attention. He grinned at that softly, happy he was able to make you laugh.

He knew, despite your constant assuring, that it made you upset when he wasn't able to visit for longer periods of time. He didn't blame you, really, he was equally upset about the thought but he couldn't just tell you why he was away for so long. Was he supposed to just say that he's fighting crime being a ninja mutant turtle? Yeah, sure, that won't happen.

The only thing making this friendship possible was the fact that you couldn't see who he was - who most would be scared of or feel grossed out. And you literally couldn't see.

Sometimes, Leo felt bad for thinking that your blindness was something good. After all, he wished you could see the beauty this world had to offer, how many cool places he would have shown you! The turtle could've only imagine how nice it would have been watching Lou Jitsu movies with you or playing console games or holding hands and looking into each other's eyes- no, wait, he needs to get his head out of the clouds.

'But this can't happen' is what he thought. Not when he's so different than you.

Unfortunately, these thoughts didn't stop the warm feeling that blossomed in his chest when he was with you.

"Hmm, you do have a point." he spoke when a smirk appeared on his face. "Unless you have someone else visiting you at night?"

"Of course not! You're the only one, Leo." you snorted backing away from the window. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yeah, very much." his cheeks started to feel warm as he hoisted himself on a windowsill and jumped inside the building.

He walked up to the nightstand and flicked on the small lamp, dim light scattering around the room. He sat on his usual spot at the foot of the bed and watched as you closed the window. Every time he looked at you the only thing on his mind was how sad it was there you couldn't see how beautiful you are. Therefore, Leo swore to himself to compliment you often, even if you only saw that as a joking flirt.

He sighed, looking away. He really shouldn't get his hopes up.

After a while, the turtle felt the mattress dip as you sat beside him, resting your back on the wall.

"Everything okay?" you asked concerned.

"Yeah, it's fine." he answered quickly. Leo didn't want you to worry so he changed the topic. "How have you been the past week? Anything interesting happened?"

For some reason, he seemed somehow off today but you decided to not push on if he didn't want to talk about it.

"Ah, it was boring as always without someone's constant nagging over my ear." you laughed hearing an offended gasp beside you. "But nothing really happened. How about you, Leo?"

"Well, me and my brothers were pretty busy with stuff, but I managed to get a hold on that game I've been talking to you about last time!" he excitedly waved his hands in the air, his gaze landing on your face.

You smiled, happy he cheered up.

"Oh, yeah, I remember! The one based on the Lou Jitsu movie, right? Tell me about it!"

"Yes, this one! So, when I started the game..."

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"He did what-" you tried to take a breath while hugging a pillow to your chest, laughing uncontrollably and almost falling of your bed.

"THAT WAS EXACTLY MY REACTION WHEN RAPH TOLD ME-" the red-eared turtle was already halfway on the floor, also trying his hardest to control the cackling leaving his mouth.

After almost a two hours of catching up with each other's lives, Leo brought up his genius brother's latest incident with trying to improve the mobility of a toaster - whatever that meant. Apparently, the poor device ended up exploding, causing the destruction of some part of the kitchen. Leo wasn't home at the time so you could imagine his shock seeing the oldest brother making Donnie clean the dark smudges off the walls.

"You really don't have any boring days with your family, huh?" you asked jokingly, wiping the small tears that formed on the corners of your eyes.

Couple more chuckles after, the blue-bandana turtle lifted himself back by your side on the soft cushion as his gaze drifted to your face. He always loved hearing the sound of your laughter, how you couldn't calm yourself down sometimes, the way your wide grin caused the corners of your eyes to crinkle and that happy glint in your usually dull pupils- He's getting ahead of himself again, isn't he?

Covering the bottom of his reddening face (even if it wasn't necessary), he sighted and, apparently, to loudly because concern immediately appeared on your face.

"Leo," you started gently. "are you sure everything is okay?"

Your worried tone somehow struck right through his chest because he struggled to not pour out everything that's been on his mind lately. You were his safe space, someone who would listen to him spilling the contents of his mind, willing to help or just be there for him. Of course, he had his brothers but there were some things that he found difficult to talk to them. But you always knew what he wanted- no, needed to hear.

And Leo was scared of how much you affected him.

"Uh," that's why he did what he found to be the easiest move - bottle his feelings up. "Yeah, everything is good, just a little tired."

You frowned. Knowing from the start that something has been bothering him, you didn't pry, hoping he would eventually told you himself. Though, he started to rebuild the wall that you worked so hard on putting down. You won't let him isolate his feelings like that again.

After a brief silence, you stopped messing with your fingers and filled with determination (get the reference pls), you turned to fully face him.

"Leo, I want to know how you look like." you stated firmly but your voice faltered saying the next sentence. "Can I touch your face?"

He was not expecting that at all. Or maybe just decided to ignore the possibility of this situation for the good of his mental health. That turtle absolutely did not know how to react to that so his body decided that panic is the best option.

"I mean- if you don't feel comfortable with that, then I'm not forcing you or anything! Yeah, that probably sounded weird anyway-" as the answer for his silence you started to frantically wave your hands before your chest. "I just thought that- or maybe, like, I haven't thought at all-"

"Okay."

You stopped your rambling hearing the quiet breathy answer.

"...you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Soft humm left your mouth as you slowly started to lift your hands. Nervousness filled you, you never asked how he looked like before nor did you care, but now, sitting with him in your room and enjoying yourselves, you slowly started to realize your desire to know more about him - all of him. You wanted to see him.

Leo was the only one who treated you like any other person, not a little child who couldn't do anything on it's own. He was the one who never failed to make your day better with just his mere presence.

I wished to tell him how much he meant to you.

Suddenly, you felt a cold skin pressing to your wrists making you aware of how you stopped all your movements for couple of seconds. Small gasp left your lips at the roughness of his hands and how gently they hold yours. They felt so unusual, their size and temperature were so different of yours, making questions rise in your brain but never leaving your mouth.

With a soft look in his eyes, the turtle began to lead your hands to his face, closing his eyelids and trying to calm himself down. Shiver went down through his body as he felt your warm palms on his cheeks, fingers gently tracing on his skin. His own hands left your wrists thinking you'll going to pull away soon with disgusted expression oh your face, telling him to get out and never come here again. Leo tried to prepare himself for this outcome but he knew that nothing would stop his heart from breaking.

But instead of rejection his eyes snapped open at the quiet 'wow' and the feeling of your hands attentively studying his cheeks, snout, corners of his mouth and soft material of his iconic blue bandana.

"What are you?" you muttered still amazed, no revulsion behind your words, only pure curiosity of experiencing something new.

"A turtle." he answered equally as quiet. "Mutant turtle exactly."

"So you have a shell?" you asked stopping your movements.

Leo nodded but upon realizing you couldn't see that he lowly hummed making your palms slide down his neck and to his back.

"Can you hide in it? Or is it to small? Wait, should I even ask about that? Oh no, did I do something inappropriate-"

"NO! No, it's okay!" he quickly assured you. "I can easily hide in it. Uh, but..."

Your hands found his face again and rested on his cheeks as you waited for him to go on.

"Don't you feel... grossed out? Disgusted? I'm not human, I'm so different form you and- " he paused to take a deep breath, preparing himself for the next words leaving his mouth. "I probably should apologize. I should told you sooner but I used that fact that your not able to tell who I am to keep this friendship. And if you don't want to end it because of me being a mutant then for being selfish liar and that's completely valid-"

"Leonardo Hamato."

The turtle stopped hearing his full name and a small smile on your lips.

"I don't care." breathy laugh leaving you after hearing his confused noise. "I love you for who you are, you know. The one who is there for me when I'm lonely, who makes me laugh and not feel like I'm all alone there. So why would I care if in addition you're a mutant turtle, which, by the way, is like insanely cool."

His brain has stopped working. Wow, good job on breaking him.

"You, what- huh-" the poor turtle tripped in his word not being able to form an understandable sentence, his face becoming warmer and warmer every second.

"Are you okay, Leo?" you asked feeling the unnatural heat from his face.

"Huh? Yeah! I am, hah- yeah, I'm okay, sorry. It's just," he reached and lightly grabbed on one of your wrists. "I wasn't expecting that... If anything, I thought I would be the one to told you I love you. That is, if you wouldn't have freaked out haha..."

You laughed, not as nervous as he did, bringing your other hand to cover your face. You could understand him thought, why he was hesitant to tell you. Most people would sure have freaked out. But you're not 'most people'.

"Hey," you caught his attention, softness in your voice. "can I kiss you?"

You are going to kill him, he thought.

"Woah, you're really straightforward today, huh?" he asked teasingly hoping that would cover the noticeable embarrassment.

"Day?"

"Yeah." he confirmed chuckling. "We were talking so long the sun is already rising."

"Oh well." you shrugged. "I guess it's the perfect moment then."

Without any other warning you moved forward, your lips pressing softly to his. Warm sensation pulled in your chest, your own cheeks now heating up. It didn't take long for Leo to kiss you back lifting his free hand to lay on the back of your head, softly creasing your hair.

After several seconds that felt like an eternity, you pulled away taking a breathe, wide smile plastered in your face.

"So, are we now..?" Leo asked with the same grin, eyes sparkling with adoration.

"Hmm, I don't know, are we?" you teased tilting your head.

He laughed tugging your closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.

"Yeah, we definitely are."

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Why can't I just write a fic in few days than a month or something

Anyway, I hope you liked it!

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo #leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo #request #ghost ☆: art

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just-my-type-x · 2 years

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Just anything enemies to lovers with Colby lol

Say My Name Like It's Holy

angst, asshole Colby

disclaimer, i know nate and seth have nothing to do with amber, i just didn't want to include jake and corey cuz it felt awkward. hope it's ok for everyone.

btw, imagine Colby dressed like in the shanley vid

i get to the party and park my car on Amber's driveway. i sigh and tap my fingers nervously on the stirring wheel. i look towards the house where silhouettes can be spotted dancing and drinking, the LED lights lightning up the whole garden. i take my phone from the passenger seat and check the time, 12.22. it's sure going to be a long night. i only accepted to come to her party just because when we first moved to LA we were each other's rock and we've always helped each other when we needed. it's actually selfish, i'm here also for my other friends and drinks. mostly drinks.

"fuck it", i open my car door and get out of it, sprinting towards her house. i get inside and i'm welcomed by a heat wave because of all the people that are dancing and walking around. i greet some people who aren't too busy to make out or to drown themselves in vodka and cranberry juice and i start walking around to look for Amber. she waves at me from across the living room and sprints towards me with her arms wide to embrace me. i hug her back and rub her back. "haven't seen you in ages, i missed you", i smile and we hold hands while looking at each other.

"i know right? are you married? did you give birth? who's the godmother?", Amber jokes and we laugh while walking towards the kitchen, where i put on the table a bottle of Jack Daniels that she asked me to bring. she passes me a red cup of a double shot of vodka with cranberry juice and i take a few sips.

"where are the good people?", i ask looking around for more familiar faces, especially Sam and Nate. i spot Seth immediatley after and i wave at him. he joins us and Amber opens the whiskey bottle for him while we look for glasses and ice.

"well i think Nate is outside by the pool with Sam and Colby is-"

"don't care 'bout Colby", i cut her off and take another sip from my drink, already looking for the entire bottle of Absolut. she raises her hands in the air in defense and draws an imaginary zipper on her mouth.

"upstairs with a girl", Sam joins the conversation and i jump in surprise. he collides his whiskey glass with Seth's and murmurs a 'cheers' before bot of them take it as a shot.

"didn't care, but thanks pal", i smile bitterly while taking down what was left in my cup.

"is it such a bad night? you drank it in five minutes", Amber states and both guys look at me worried. i shake my head no and try to avoid other questions so i just pour some more alcohol and motion to them to go do something.

we greet Nate in the backyard and i hug him from behind, surprising him.

"and when i thought it's going to be my next girlfriend", he jokes, but hugs me tightly and kisses my forehead as he always does that. i playfully hit him.

"am i not interesting enough for you?", i ask him retorically and wait for another joke

"hey there, y/n. you know it's polite to say hi to everyone, right?"

my face turns serious and i clench my jaw. nate takes a sip of his drink and turns to Colby.

"c'mon, man, give her a break. she's friends with all of us.", he says and puts a hand on my back, pushing me to get closer to Kat who is right next to me.

"she's your friend, not mine and if you'll excuse me, i need a refill.", he gets up from the tiny chair he was sitting on and makes his way through me and Kat. "Amber, care to help me?", he smirks and i look at Amber, who doesn't face me. i hold my breath.

"you know where the bar is. i'm sure you'll find anything you need", she half smiles at me and turns her back to him, joining us.

"suit yourself", Colby leaves and hugs a few people until entering the house. i sigh and lean on the tree behind me, taking a sip, making faces when i taste how bitter the drink came out. apparently i didn't pour enough cranberry juice. Sam laughs.

"Shut up, i needed that", i smile and join the conversation my friends started. we take pictures, make instagram stories and since the alcohol started to kick in, we film some tiktoks of us singing and dancing. Colby comes back after a while and i know i have to back away this time, since he hasn't really spent much time with them. i lean back on the tree from before and watch from afar how Stas and Nate start dancing. i take in a deep breath when i see Colby coming towards me. for a split second i consider looking backwards to see if he's going somewhere else, but the house is in the opposite direction. "i'm not leaving this tree just because you're here, Brock. i was here first.", i finish my vodka and curse under my breath because it burned worse than before.

"so a tree is your new comfort spot? funny", he leans on the tree too, but in sitting position. "enjoying the party?", he looks up at me and i look down at him, enjoying the feeling of power over him just because of the height difference. i smirk and shake my head.

"i would've enjoyed it more if you weren't here", i look to the side so i wouldn't catch his gaze again. "but either way, i'm glad my friends are here", i accentuate the word 'friends.'

he scoffs and shakes his head, drinking everything he had in his cup, throwing the cup somewhere in the garden. Colby gets up and faces me, his tall frame almost making me inexistent. he presses his hands on the tree, catching me in the middle. his alcohol breath hits me and i blush at the close distance between our faces.

"oh, c'mon, don't you have some one night stander somewhere in here? or did you score all of them tonight?", i put my hand on his chest to push him, but he grabs my wrist gently, holding it in place when i try to take it away from him. i look deep into his eyes and he does the same, biting his lip and smirking at me.

"i'm glad you know how charming and long lasting i am.", he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb and i scoff, trying to hold back my laughter.

"sure", i finally give in and laugh and i take my hand out of his grip harshly. "what made me so worthy of your attention, your highness?", i roll my eyes and try to look under his arm to see if anyone sees the situation i'm in, but everyone is dancing and singing, and i'm here contemplating the years of prison i might get if i do something to Colby tonight.

"just wanted to talk, we're too mean to each other lately.", he sighs and takes his hands off the tree, looking properly at me this time. i cross my arms at my chest and raise an eyebrow.

"didn't notice.", i sarcastically answer and move to the side so i'm not facing him anymore.

"i like your outfit.", he grins and i look at myself to remember what i'm wearing. i look at my black plaid skirt, black and white converse and my simple black top. i frown and look at him.

"you're joking, right?"

Colby looks at me confused. "I just made you a compliment, can't you just take it? i'm trying to be nice", he sighs. "you know what, i tried at least, so nobody can tell me that it's my fault we don't get along. jesus", Colby starts walking away and i look at him getting further from me, towards the house. i sigh and look at our group of friends, but start chasing after him.

"Colbs, wait", i shout at him and he stops walking, making me bump into him. i rub my cheek after the impact and he turns around to face me.

"what did you call me?", he answers, voice raspy and an angry look on his face. i feel bad and try to act like i didn't call him in any way, that he misheard it. "y/n, say it now.", he gets closer to me and my chest almost touches his.

"everyone almost calls you Colbs, it slipped because of how often i hear it.", i analyze his face features and they seem to soften, his face brightening. "i didn't think it was going to make you mad.", i look down at the cup that i'm still holding, wishing i had a damn strong mix in it right now.

Colby straightens his voice. ''no, it's fine, i just.. never thought or expected you're going to call me like that ever.

"why? because we're not friends?", i play with the cup and he takes it out of my hand. i look up at him and he nods. i motion with my head towards the house and Colby gets the message to get inside. maybe we both needed something strong.

i pour myself the same mix and make sure i pour a lot of juice to compensate for earlier, while Colby takes a beer instead. we stay in complete silence, people around us dancing and spilling drinks everywhere.

"hey handsome", a random girl shows up in the kitchen and grabs Colby by the collar of his shirt. he looks at me immediately and i try to hold back my smile. she is drunk as hell."care to pour me a drink?" when she realizes Colby isn't looking at her, she rotates her body to face me, almost falling because of how dizzy she is. He catches her and holds her a few moments when she starts talking to me.

"don't worry, i'm not with him.", i cut her off and smile devilishly at Colby, who thought i was going to help him. he widens his eyes and shakes his head no fast.

"oh, how nice.", she smiles and looks up at him, but he only gives her a smile.

"how about i call you tomorrow? you seem tired. let's get you to the couch", he starts walking her down to the living room, but her friend shows up and takes care of her.

"so, you didn't get to bang literally everyone at the party, this one slipped through.", i joke and walk closer to Colby so he can hear me.

"and you"

i freeze and realize i was stupid enough to think a split second that he wouldn't be an asshole. his expression changes when he understands the change in my behaviour.

"that sounded so wrong i'm sorry. why don't we go somewhere more quiet?", i agree with him and we go upstairs, by the looks of it, in Amber's bedroom. somehow i'm not surprised he knew where it was. we stay there in silence and i watch him sit on the bed. i lean back on the door and cross my arms at my chest.

"you look good too. that shirt really looks good on you and it matches your eyes. it's a thing i've always admired you for. it's easier to capture the attention of others. shamefully, you captured mine.", Colby wants to talk, but i cut him off. "and yeah, we don't get along. we tried everything. we're too temperamental when we're together, yet we don't have a reason. you push me away, i do the same, why? well let me tell you why.", i approach him and he looks up at me while i'm inches away from him. "i hate it how you hook up with literally everyone and, again, shamefully, i tried so hard to stay as far away from you as possible because i didn't want to become one of those girls. i couldn't stand you. and now we see each other almost every day because of our friend group and because of your videos and so on. i hate you because i know deep down there's a small chance i will let my guard down for you, Colby. and i hate it.", i take a deep breath and try to take a few steps back, but he catches my hand and pulls me back.

"you were never going to become one of those girls. and no, it's not because i hated you so much from the start nor that i don't like you, it's because i always knew you deserve so much better than me."

"why did you hate me from the start?", i ask, my voice cracking

"because i knew, one day, i'm gonna crave you more than life and i knew i couldn't have you. pushing you away was the easiest way of coping with that. but now, i want to make things right, i want us to get somewhere. for real. ask anyone"

i chuckle. "well, everyone thought you were banging someone upstairs when i arrived so i think old habits don't die so easily."

"but i was in the backyard, you know that."

i take a few seconds to look at him and sigh. "fuck that", i grab Colby's arms and put them around my waist and lean down to kiss him. he's taken by surprise, but grabs me by my legs and puts me on top of him, his hands travelling under my skirt and squeezing my ass. i bite his lip and run the tip of my tongue on his bottom lip, Colby granting me permission. i pull at his hair and he runs his hans on my back, searching for the hem of my top. he takes it off and stops for a few seconds to look at my chest, my black bra making my boobs look mouthwatering. he bites my neck and kisses down on my collar bone, licking the roundness of my boob, reaching to untie my bra so he would have full access to them.

Colby stops in his tracks, breathing heavily. i whine and he smirks, licking his lips when he sees how swollen mine are.

"i need you to tell me this is alright, y/n. i don't want to wreck things between us even more", he searches for any disagreement on my face.

"Colby, i want this a lot", my breath is just as heavy and i start kissing him, cupping his cheek with my hand, sighing as his lips feel like a dream on mine. i gasp in his mouth as he undoes my bra, a groan escaping his mouth when i let my bra fall on the floor.

"no, i can't", he hugs me so he won't be able to look at my exposed chest. "i can't treat you like the others.", he leans on the side and hands me the top so i put something on me faster.

"but i just said it's ok.", i awkwardly answer

"and i said it's not. y/n, i want you to be mine, ok? i don't want anything to happen until then. that's how it's supposed to be", Colby gets up from the bed and i take a pillow and put it on my legs so i support my elbows on it while following Colby through the room.

"then ask me if i want to be with you", he turns around and opens his mouth, then closes it back again. "oh, yeah, you're not ready for a relationship.", i nod and put the pillow aside. i take my bra off the floor and throw it over my shoulder. i walk towards the door, but Colby gets to the door right before me. "get-"

"be mine! it's not a question, just be mine already.", he cups my face and i take a few steps back because of Colby's reaction. he takes forward the same steps i took so there isn't any space between us. "you make me go crazy", he sighs and glues our foreheads together.

"i think i've always been yours", i smile and he presses his lips hard on mine. we smile into the kiss and drag him towards the bed, but he stops me.

"another time. we have some friends to save from blacking out", we both laugh and leave Amber's bedroom.

#colby brock #colby brock smut #colby brock imagine

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mockingbirdshymn · 1 year

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rating camp camp pairings

because i ran out of ideas for posts and saw someone else do this a few years ago so swoop the idea is mine now

nerriston - 10000000/10

i love them. ok. i really do theyre super cool. it make sense like. they have a perfect dynamic. theyre cute. we have magician who has anxiety, cocky loud theatre kid who does not give a shit, and short dnd nerd who would beat your ass and probably carries in all the groceries at once. LIKE. its perfect. it literally is the best

im equally as loving of presner/harriston/nerrison but nerriston is my main otp

presnurf - fuck you/10

hacks gags dies

presmax - 1/10

personally i dont see this? and its not because they havent interacted, mostly because their personalities don't mesh well imo? not to say that opposites don't attract, thats the building ground for so many good ships, but with them its just. kind of just pure annoyance any time they interact. and unlike nerrison, it's not a continuing thing that makes it a rivalry and has layers to it (ex. background interactions, like at the lake lilac summer social), with max and preston its just general annoyance any time they bump into each other.

plus i hc preston to be 14 and max is canonically 10 and while my headcanons arent canon, that interpretation of mine makes it a very much no go for me

neil x harrison - 3/10

not for me, but i can 100% see it

again though, i hc harrison to be 14 and neil is canonically 11, so,,, another dealbreaker for my bc of this headcanon

nerikki - 3/10

definitely compatible, and if it werent for the fact i have a sturdy hc on cc campers' ages, i feel i could like it?

but 14yo x 10yo is a big nono for me

ered x nikki - 1/10

for me it feels like nikki has a crush on ered in the same way kids tend to have crushes and idolize people older than them. like how someone may like their friend's way older brother, even though hes like 6 years older, but it dies out once they mature and stop idolizing him.

ered is either 15 or 16 in my headcanons, and nikki is canonically 10, so,, nikki can have a crush on ered in the same way kids have crushes on celebrities, but for ered to act on that would be very very bad

ered x nerris - 6/10

can see it, not my favorite, but i can definitely enjoy content from it (like fanart or fics) if its not the main focus.

ered x dolph - 1/10

sir, dolph is like literally the youngest. ered is the oldest pls stop (ik the eggs benefits episode was what started a lot of ships but. but cmon)

honestly though i rlly like the idea of them as older sister younger brother type of dynamic, tho ive not seen many people hc that if any

space kid x dolph - 8/10

i like them as friends more but i can definitely see it and enjoy it!! either romantic or platonic, i really love their (imagined bc they never interact lmfao) dynamic, and theyd mesh together very well personality-wise. both are clueless (dolph because he doesnt pick up on things well/holds a very positive view on everything, and space kid because his brain is like a pinball machine), and both have no friends/are generally excluded from everyone else due to their differences.

makki - 9/10

at first didnt like it at all, i like it now though!! dont have much of a reason for this, just think it's cute. angsty boy and feral girl. max would be moping and nikki would bring him a cool rock and he would not understand why but keep it anyway

maxneil - 10/10

"mandatory gay pairing for every main characters" is what someone from a random youtube video from like 4 years ago would say

though i rlly like it. guy who doesnt care at all and guy who overexplains absolutely everything/cares too much. max would ask a retoric question and neil would go into a ramble. max annoying the absolute shit out of neil and neil just. loudly sighing

neil x nikki - 1/10

i headcanon them as stepsiblings after parents day!! before i used to like it, but the fact their parents boned and nikki discussed being siblings killed that for me

nurf x a cactus - 10/10

he deserves to be prickled

neil x tabii - 1/10

i dont like fics where they're together as adults if im honest. as much as i adore tabii, her borderline obsession with neil makes him uncomfortble and i dont think it'd really be healthy at all. hes made it clear he doesnt like her

max x sasha - 7/10

can def see it! two bitchy assholes, though i dont like the idea all too much. would need someone else in the relationship to balance it out, or else its just kind of two dicks doing back and forth

pikeman x sasha - 8/10

it would not be healthy but by fucking christ it would be hilarious

sasha would be the gold digger and pikeman wouldnt know how to speak to a woman and it would be great

nikki x sasha - 5 to 8/10

nikki was bullied by sasha a lot, also sasha is kind of a dick, but they could be cute if sasha got over herself and started to be actually decent. with care put into it, it would be cute in a storyline of "girl forced to be perfect her entire life and externalizes this onto others, learns to embrace her true self through realizing that girl who is messy and doesnt care about how she looks is happy"

or maybe i just really like mabel x pacifica. its one or the other

tabii x erin - 8/10

very cute!! i liked how they acted at the end of the lake lilac summer social, but they work more as best friends in my opinion? badass besties who would wingman each other and tell each other everything in sleepovers. but at the same time, i do love gay people.

erin x neil - 7/10

SIGH if only erin got more character development. it could have been very cute. mostly because erin deserved someone who liked her for something other than her loks, which shed been pressured to prioritize just all of the time. also neil and erin could bounce ideas off each other?? and once more, pathetic bf x badass gf

erin x snake - 2/10

there wasnt much between them outside of "omg hes cute" without much emotion put into it, yk? which is funny because i like snake x tabii which wasnt too different but whatever

snake x tabii - 8/10

TABII WAS A DICK TO HIM BUT OH MY GOD IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

forever crying about that. they would go so well together????? tabii deserves someone who thinks shes pretty i really like tabii and she and snake would be badasses together and i and i and i

pikeman x snake - 3/10

do not like it personally. mostly because pikeman's an asshole but yk

camper x counselor - wtf/10

daniel x david - 4/10

definitely not for me!! can be cute i guess, especially in aus where daniel isnt a cultist, but i dont think david would ever fall for a child murderer

david x gwen - 20/10

i love them. i love them so much. goes into my favorite trope of badass wife x too scared to ask for katchup at a ristraunt husband

david x jasper - 10/10

pre-jasper death only. post-jasper death and thats creepy because jasper is literally still a child

pre-jasper death and in aus where jasper lives, i will gobble that shit up like a starving turkey. i literally love it so much. like??? i cant explain why. plus ive read so many good fics with it that i am unable to hate it.

gwen x jen - 3/10

jen has appeared a total of one time for exactly 5 seconds. but in aus where shes given a character and isnt a murderer then i think it could work

daniel x jen - 5/10

never interacted (as if im one to talk with my nerriston bullshit) but cultist x cultist can be made interesting

cameron x priss - 9/10

could either be 1 of 2 things

your grandparents that keep fighting all of the time but love each other

two irresponsible grandparents that teach the child how to make an explosive

they seemed to have a sort of romantic connection and it wasnt all sexual attraction, and cameron's fear of comitment was the only thing really stopping them from enjoying a presumably happy and healthy marriage

platypus x food - 10/10

a match made in heaven

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neptoons1998 · 9 months

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my mind is blank toooo 💀 i Hope something comes to mind tho Neppy- I’m thinking of a rebellious Riri x mama okoye oneshot or sum would be cool

A/N: Y'know I have to make it angsty lol. I'll say in this timeline before Riri gets snapped. Something about Riri leaving Wakanda does something to me.

Tag gang: @s0lam3y @mal-urameshi @somethingcleaverandwhitty

Summary: Okoye loves her daughter, but she can't understand why she wants to leave home?

Okoye knew her daughter would one day be out of her reach. That’s whole point of growing up is becoming your own person. Okoye didn’t think this how it be for Riri.

“You can just tell the king, that you changed your mind and you’ll be staying here,” Okoye said. The pair were back at home, that ‘s when Riri decided to tell her big plan on not only leaving her mother but leaving for Wakanda as well to go to America. Okoye was praying to Bast this is some twisted joke her daughter was doing to her right now.

“No mama,” Riri said her doe-like eyes, “I’m serious about this.”

“How did this come about?” Okoye questioned, “We came to agreement to go to the Golden inistiute. You said you like that campus and it wasn’t far from home.”

That was another thing Riri sprung this new idea of hers last minute. Knowing well that her mother hates sudden changes in her life.

“What if he was right?” Riri questioned her mother. Okoye looked at her as she wait for Riri to contine, “ What if Killmoger was right. That Wakanda itself has turns it’s back from the world.”

“It’s not Wakanda’s responsibility nor it’s obligation to protect everyone,” Okoye chind in like she did when Riri did something wrong as a child. Riri groan at the stupid argument, that type of reasoning is how we winded up here isn’t? Riri thought. The teen could recall how it turn out the former king killed his own brother and left his nephew for dead.

“Maybe it’s not but we should be a becon to people from the different nations,” Riri counterback.

Okoye huffed, “I’m not playing politics with you, Riri.”

Riri gave a huffed of a dry laugh, “Now you sound like Shuri.”

Okoye rolled her eyes, “I can’t believe I’m saying this. Your girlfriend is right.”

Riri sighed she knew this was going to be a challenge. She knew how her mother would react when she heard the news that she would be going MIT, as just a normal american girl, Riri Williams from Chicago. Okoye’s eyebrows knitted together as if she bit into a rotten fruit.

“You make it sound I’m incapable of taking care of myself,” Riri sighed as she felt a raging headache in her temple. She laid her head on the cool countertop as she heard her mom moving closer to her.

“I never said that you were,” Okoye commented as she stared at her daughter as she rub Riri’s back. Where did the time go? Okoye thought as she once remember Riri being wrapped in her arms when she born. Now here was her daughter seventeen in age wanting to go and being out of reach from Okoye’s touch.

Riri bit her lip to stop herself from saying what’s really on her mind, “Your actions do. Riri that’s dangerous. Riri should be on comms.”

Riri quickly straighten herself up, “I know you pulled my application to become a wardog.”

Okoye didn’t having anything to say to the comment because it was true. She used her powerful position to get her daughter’s application removed when she heard the rumor.

“You’re not ready to see that type of life,” Okoye retored. Okoye went on countless missions seeing how deprive and monstouers people can be with their fellow countrymen. Riri shouldn’t have to see that or witness.

“I know life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, mama. It’s has suffering and unfairness. Leaving with or without your blessing,” Riri stated frustrated that her mother wasn’t truly understanding her reason on why she wanted to help people who everyone turn their backs to.

Okoye have a chuckle, “I would love to see you try to leave. I’ll even give you five minute head start.”

Riri grit her teeth at her comment. Riri knew she would be quickly caught and be place back at home before she could stand a chance. Riri just remain silent she was genuis afterall she knew her own capablilties and fighting wasn’t one of them.

“That’s the reason why I’m doing this, “ Okoye as she cupped her cheek, “Because I love you and I know what’s best. You’ll understand one day.”

#riri williams #okoye #mama!Okoye #Mama okoye and daughter rir #daughter riri #writing #fanfiction #ao3

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aresluna · 2 years

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Theory about Namo, our suspicious guy.

We all agree that this guy is highly suspicious. Honestly, I think he may be involved with Chadok, because it's like he's keeping an eye on the prefects.

Let me explain in more detail

The first time we are introduced to the character of Namo is when he's trying to take a phone from a guy because that`s against the rules. We see he has a prefect band, but until Akk, Kan and Wat arrive we discover that he is not really a prefect, that he is not "qualified" to do it, he expresses that he is doing to improve his grades and begs many times to please let him be prefect, but the answer is NO (what the heck was he doing with a prefect band, where did he get it?)

A detail that I like about Akk is that although in the first episodes he seems very authoritarian, in reality all that he wants is order, he does not seem like a crazy person with power who sits on a higher step and takes advantage of this. He just wants everything to go well, no changes, no problems. I don't remember in which chapter it happens, but there is a conversation between Akk, Kan and Wat in which they agree that they want The world remembers to stop with the protests but THEY DON'T WANT ANYTHING BAD TO HAPPEN TO THEM. In episode 6 in the beach scene with Ayan he also says he just wants them to stop, he doesn't want anyone to get hurt.

Namo with the conversation with the boy whose phone he tries to take, gives this feeling of a person who LOVES being authoritarian, feeling superior to someone, in fact he challenges this poor boy when he asks for his phone again and says "Or what? I'm a student prefect" (no sweetie, you're not).

As a small detail, in the first episode when Kan is talking to Wat about the curse and the protesters, Namo is in the back looking at them and smiling. It's a little creepy that he seems to enjoy the "curse" being back, when everyone else is worried about such accidents. I got goosebumps when in episode 7 he asks Akk “why aren’t they punished by the Suppalo curse yet”

* meanwhile the flowerpot and the driverless car: am I a joke to you? *

He really wants something bad to happen to them, "so that they will learn" Something interesting that Dika tells Ayan is that any mistake you make will be cause for you to be watched and monitored. Akk has made mistakes, Chadok is not an idiot and although Akk could have respect and idolize Teacher Chadok, for him he is just another piece in his chess game, perfectly replaceable. For him, the important thing is Suppalo keep going, no matter the form. The end justifies the means. I get the impression that Chadok is getting impatient and wants to kick Ayan out and we suspect that he has recognized Dika’s necklace, another reason to want him out as soon as possible. Akk may be being too slow, even though he's under a lot of pressure, but what about Namo? A boy who wants to be a prefect, who wants the protesters to be punished by the curse, what if this boy was a much more interesting chess piece than Akk and can be someone in the shadows who sabotages Ayan in his search for information without being suspicious(let's not forget how Ayan directly accuses Akk when he sees that his notebook has disappeared and later admits that he knows it couldn't have been him because they were always together) the thief must be a student because he was wearing the judo suit.

If it's true what Akk said, that everyone had their own locker key, where could they get Ayan's key from? MAYBE A COPY? hmm suspicious

Another thing that makes me suspicious of Namo is the fact that he is always a watcher. I find it interesting that Akk told him in this episode.

He's stealthy and always watching, remember when he saw Kan's fight with the homophobic jerks in the bathroom and then told Thua about it. Always present, always watching, always listening, but we don't know anything about him. I think that in the conversation with Akk in this episode where they talk about the curse, it's not just a retoric question, I think it's almost a demand of why akk isn’t doing something to punish the protestors. Maybe I'm overanalyzing too much but I feel like HE KNOWS that akk is the curse.

I find it curious that Akk is always questioning Ayan about what his intentions are, but the reality is that the one who we don't know anything about his intentions and goals is Namo, we only know that he is someone ambitious who would like to be a prefect and who knows , perhaps he will be willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Akk wanted to be a prefect for a gay crush (something I would totally do LOL) but I feel like Namo is more about power.

Thanks for reading and I'm sorry if there may be any errors, English is not my first language. I would love to know your opinions.

#the eclipse series #the eclipse the series #the eclipse #namo #akk x ayan

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foreversnightmare · 1 year

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Why did it always seem to be Abyss that got the strangest members of society? He supposes that was a retorical question, but he just wanted to be left alone. It was getting harder and harder to think that would ever happen as more outcasts inhabited Abyss. Ah well, the least he could do was greet her then.

"Hello.. eep! I'm sorry if my presence is a strain on your existence... but perhaps we can at least be cordial? We are all living down here for a reason after all."

She looks over at the blue haired man, her face showing their annoyance. Freyja hadn't realized she would be the talk of the town even underground, and it seems even her coworkers HAVE to know more about her.

"Excuse me?" She asked, holding a box of her items. "Why would your meek presence do that to me?" Freyja rolls her eyes, she certainly CAN feel some dark powers in play, but she decided to ignore it "My name is Freyja, be sure to remember that."

" Since we are indeed coworkers... I shall state somethinge VERY clear, do not stand in my way. I am very busy- and do not have time for friends "

#IC | So unpleasant...#ASK MEME | dream never-ending #SUPPORT | anankos

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sunshinelulusplatoon · 2 years

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“YOU’RE WHAT??!!!???” Everybody shouted.

“...Pregnant,” Lulu whispered.

Lulu and Collin had gotten into a chat call with everybody in the family: Precious coming home early while Vio, Athena, and Kane were on video chat.

Vio was stunned. Athena on the other hand was ecstatic.

“MY GRANDBABY IS HAVING HER OWN BABY!!!” Athena squealed.

“Oh cod, I’m too young to be a grandmother yet,” Precious joked.

“My cod! My sister is having a kid,” Kane groaned in sarcasm.

“Baby!!!! Can it Kane,” Pashmina clapped, “How long???”

“Probably only a few weeks. But since this happen we have to come out with other news,” Collin remarked.

Now everybody was looking confused.

Pulling the ring out of her pocket, Lulu finally showed her engagement ring to her family.

“I said yes,” Lulu said softly with a smile.

“Oh, that explains so much,” Precious remarked as she shook her head.

“Lulu wanted to wait till you guys got back from your trip to announce it but uh since we got a little one on the way, we couldn’t hide it anymore,” Collin explained.

Vio was still stunned.

“Oh honey, we are coming home,” Athena replied.

“WHAT?!?” Vio questioned, finally snapping back into reality.

“I am not missing the birth of my great grandchild!” Athena huffed.

“We are all the way in Spain!” Vio retored.

“Well, get us some plane tickets tonight you over grown calamri,” Athena huffed, “We are going home!”

Sighing, Vio dropped his head onto the bed and groaned.

“Fine,” he spoke through the blankets.

“Sorry,” Lulu whinned.

“Oh don’t worry about him!!! Oh, I can’t wait!!! New baby in the house,” Athena hummed.

“We are gonna have to push that wedding. That or wait till after the little one is born,” Precious stated.

“After,” Vio remarked, popping his head back up, “It can wait till after. She’s got enough on her plate. A wedding can wait.”

“Luckily we still have the baby stuff from Pashmina. We can make a room somewhere,” Precious sighed.

Still looking nervous, Lulu was greeted to Collin nuzzling her.

Chuckling and sitting in the back, Lutarna seemed happy for them.

“If you need things to stay quite for a bit, we can do check ups at the metro,” Lutarna spoke.

“That might be a good idea. Don’t need the press on this,” Vio sighed.

Nodding, Lutarna smiled.

#SunshineLulu Talks #commander lutarna speaks #Collin Lenn Talks #Precious Speaks #Pashmina Speaks #Athena Talks #vio talks #kane talks

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souieater · 8 months

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IDENTITY

A retoric question, don't answer me.

Do you discover the colors until you like something? No, you can find beauty on those who are monotones.

Since I was a kid I find the boring colors as something to admire, to observe.

As I was growing up I start to put more attention to people. They were always there, always doing something, but as the days keep going, I find myself most mesmerized about this people, always thinking:

What a complex to be a human being.

The first time I ask myself why people were so complicated, was because I heard two women talking in english.

Astounding and perplexing, two adjectives that describe my position, two adjectives that describe what I was thinking at that time.

My dad start noticing my curiosity about other languajes so he started to buy me nahualt books, shook to myself how I was able to comunicate to other people in other languajes that I had no idea that exists.

I had an opportunity to learn more, to feed the craving of knowing.

The books have alwas been really present in my life, my imaginary friends, my doubts resolvers.

I started reading at the age of 3, always feeding that craving. the craving of knowing. I didn't know what I want to know but I felt that I was satisfying that craving with books, even people, objects or animals.

The craving of express, not only I had the craving of knowing, now another has form.

How can I express? I have been silenced to much. hearing always, don't share opinions, you are gonna get in trouble, don't ask, don't question, stay.

Sometimes I dream about me, kicking the belly of my mom, because she was dancing to much. maybe I wasn't kicking, maybe I was dancing too.

The music, all the thing that involve this, were really important. The letter, voces, sounds, instruments,rythm, all of them help me to understand my doubts, with a way that wasn't boring, a way that was excentric.

My personlity, How did I create this?

Charming, witty, sarcastic, intelligent has always been the things that I was born with.

I observe myself admiring people or animals that are affiliated to me. Two things, two things that I discovered that were a copy of myselfs:

"Cats and the Pink Panther".

A tiny fuzzy ball, licking himself to sleep. I stand myself in front of my cats thinking that they are increbible. They have the ability to resolve everything by themselves, but choose to stay with humans just to see how they start to strive for this tiny fuzzy ball. I find them funny and as something that should be recreated.

And for the Pink Panther, well he is just a copy of me and also big cat with a human life. What a dream.

Observe, trying to find a way , faster, excentric, analitical, being or seeking for mysterious things. These things were really present in my formation as a person.

Maybe I will find my identity when i answer:

Why that craving for knowing?

#myself #essay #my wrtitng

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naturalbrutality · 1 year

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He just pinches the other boys arm, blinking at him expectantly as if he was seeing a ghost and testing it's existence.

Bakugou was just literally minding his own business, staring holes in the back of Izuku's head before he feels a sharp pain over his tricep.

"FFFF-" he'd recoil to find the perpetrator was none other than, Enji's prodigal son.

Cue The Well Deserved Chewing Out.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO CUT YOUR LIFE EXPECTANCY IN HALF ?! HAAAAAH HALF N' HALF BASTAAAARD ?!?!?"

clearly Katsuki found himself face to face with the duel quirked boy as he began to spark.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THAT STUPID LOOK ON YOUR FACE TOO?? DID YOU EXPECT A THANK YOU!?! RETORICAL QUESTION, NOW PREPARE TO D I E."

#heterochromatica #you done did it now;

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qtrust · 2 years

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Game maker retor palette swap

#GAME MAKER RETOR PALETTE SWAP CODE#

Here's the relevant code for the default fragment shader. Now we can finally edit the fragment shader: fixed4 SampleSpriteTexture (float2 uv)įixed4 c = SampleSpriteTexture (IN.texcoord) * IN.color We'll use a 2D texture sampler, since Unity doesn't support 1D samplers: sampler2D _MainTex We also need to define a sampler for the second texture, so we can actually access it. The first one, _MainTex, is the sprite texture the second one, _SwapTex, is the swap texture. PixelSnap ("Pixel snap", Float) = 0Īs you can see, we've got two textures here now. _MainTex ("Sprite Texture", 2D) = "white" The first thing we need to do is to add an additional texture to the shader: Properties The resulting color is then multiplied by the alpha, to make the sprite darker at lower opacities. Since the demo project is made in Unity, I'll use the default Unity sprite shader.Īll the default shader does (that is relevant to this tutorial) is sample the color from the main texture atlas and multiply that color by a vertex color to change the tint. We'll implement this idea by modifying an existing sprite shader. Note that this may not work as expected if two or more colors on the sprite texture share the same red value! When using this method, it's important to keep the red values of the colors in the sprite texture different.Īlso note that, as you can see in the demo, putting a transparent pixel at any index in the swap texture will result in no color swapping for the colors corresponding to that index. Now, when the shader encounters a color with a red value of 25, it will replace it with the blue color from the swap texture: The swap texture, with the color at index 25 set to blue. If we want to swap this color, then in the swap texture we need to set the pixel at index 25 to the color we want the outline to be: blue. The outline color is the last one on the palette-the one with a red value of 25. Let's say we want to replace the outline/eye color (black) on the sprite with the color blue. Here are the red color values of the sprite palette's colors: This means that the swap texture will need to be 256 pixels wide, because that's how many different values the red component can take. The big question is, how do we link the color from the sprite texture to the color from the swap texture? The answer is, we'll use the red (R) component from the RGB color to index the swap texture. Instead, we will use an additional texture, which will contain the replacement colors. We would definitely like to avoid any conditional statements entirely, in fact. However, this doesn't scale well for many colors, and is quite an expensive operation. Now, let's think about how we could swap these colors inside a shader.Įach color has a unique RGB value associated with it, so it's tempting to write shader code that says, "if the texture color is equal to this RGB value, replace it with that RGB value". There are quite a few colors on this texture. Here's the example texture we're going to use to demonstrate the shader: I downloaded this texture from, and edited it slightly. (The other characters all use the same sprite, but have been similarly recolored.) Click Hit Effect to make the characters all flash white briefly. Use the color pickers to recolor the top character. You can check out the Unity demo, or the WebGL version (25MB+), to see the final result in action. In this tutorial, we'll create a simple color swapping shader that can recolor sprites on the fly. The shader makes it much easier to add variety to a game, allows the player to customise their character, and can be used to add special effects to the sprites, such as making them flash when the character takes damage.Īlthough we're using Unity for the demo and source code here, the basic principle will work in many game engines and programming languages.

#Game maker retor palette swap

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