#yes roma is a warning

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

bioluminescence | b. blake

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summary: season one — you thought all bellamy blake wanted was sex and other women, but when you sneak outside of the camp walls at night, bioluminescent plants are not the only shocking discovery you make, and not everyone is happy about it.

warnings: fluff, swearing, jealousy, mention of sexual themes, (L/N) use, roma

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

word count: 4.1k

Sleep was a rare luxury after you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to Earth, especially since you were all crowded in a small camp surrounding the drop ship. Teenage hormones, anger, violence, and trauma were not a great combination for peace. So, it was either crying, fistfights, or the incessant moans of couples who couldn't keep it in their pants for more than five minutes that usually kept you awake at night.

You were certain it was Bellamy Blake and his two model-looking female companions who were often to blame for that last subject. Although to everyone in the camp, it was very obvious that their relationship was solely physical, neither Roma nor Bree seemed to appreciate when other women talked, interacted with, or even sat near him. Clarke was a heavy target because of her co-leadership with Bellamy. And so were you.

You were within the inner circle, the informal 'Earth council'. You were also handy with a rifle and knowledgeable in tracking, so it wasn't exactly surprising whenever Bellamy took you with him on various missions and hunts. Sometimes though, he would bring you with him even if the task wasn't within your skillset—those were the times you were left feeling a little confused.

Nevertheless, a small friendship sprung from it. You weren't best buddies, but you weren't opposed to each other's company either. That was a big no-no to Roma and Bree and they frequently expressed that fact through passive-aggressive tactics.

This night was no different from others. Thankfully, it was the never-ending fistfights that kept you awake instead of other's carnal endeavours. You opened the flap of your tent and stepped out into the crisp air; autumn was definitely approaching. Hugging your jacket closer to your body, you looked around the camp, unsure of where to wait out the commotion. Everywhere was taken, so you decided a brief walk in the woods wouldn't hurt. Well, you hoped it wouldn't. At least if the Grounders killed you, you would finally get some undisturbed rest.

As you made your way over to one of the fence-wall openings, you ran smack-bang into a barely dressed girl with long brown hair. Roma.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," she spat, scrutinising your appearance from top to bottom.

Ignoring her lovely remark, you eyed her jeans and the way her upper half was only covered by a grey sports bra. "Aren't you cold?"

"Not now I'm not." She smirked, eyes flickering to Bellamy's tent.

You grimaced. I so didn't need to know that.

Right on cue, Bellamy emerged from his tent, fully clothed. He scanned the surroundings before his hardened gaze briefly landed on Roma and then settled on you; it was impossible to miss the way his face softened when your eyes met. Strange.

"Jealous?" she asked, regaining your attention.

"Unlikely."

You brushed past her, though she made an effort to forcefully knock your shoulder and spit another curse at you. Classy.

Bellamy took a step toward you. "Hey—"

But you simply moved past him, continuing toward the wall and saying, "A real gem you've got yourself there."

At least Bree was all bark and no bite.

You could hear him sigh as the distance between you both grew.

Truth be told, you were a little jealous. An unfortunate truth but still a truth all the same. You knew you were beginning to feel something deeper for Bellamy and it was becoming difficult listening to other girls brag about their nights with him. Not like you would ever tell him though—he wasn't a relationship type of guy and as far as you could tell, his feelings for you were platonic.

Never mind. You could settle for his friendship... for now.

You had made it outside the camp walls. At first, you planned on circling the fence for a while, but when your eyes caught on something glowing from the opposite side of a tree, you strayed from your path. Rounding the tree's trunk, you found a glowing neon-pink flower; the species of which you were unsure, but it was beautiful. Then, in your peripheral vision, there was something else lighting up your vision, something blue this time. There was another flower just a few trees away.

And again, you walked over to the strange plant, only to find yourself now on a journey that kept leading to more and more glowing flowers the deeper into the woods you trekked. They were almost everywhere and at this point, you were practically running with an excited grin on your face. In the near distance, numerous radiant colours lit up an area covered by a thick cluster of trees. You wove yourself through branches and leaves, pushing your way into the bright section of the woods.

Once you emerged from the trees, amazement morphed into your expression. You had stepped into a small meadow filled with glowing flowers of various colours that covered the forest floor. There were countless species, but they all shared the same mesmerising radiance. Much to your disbelief, there were even electric blue luminous butterflies that concealed the tree trunks and fluttered in the air.

"Bioluminescence," you whispered to yourself.

It was so beautiful, you could have cried.

Maybe you should just leave the camp and build a hut here. It would certainly beat living with the others.

As you moved further into the small clearing, the butterflies flew closer around you. Holding out an arm, one butterfly tentatively circled your hand before landing in your palm. You laughed in amazement, watching as the small creature curiously crawled across your hand and ticked your skin. Okay, that settled it—you were definitely a Disney princess.

The sound of branches snapping and leaves rustling suddenly pulled you from your amazement; it was coming from where you had entered the clearing. You reached down to your belt only to find the knife holster on it empty. Of course, you didn't bring your knife. You had left the camp's safety and didn't even think to bring a weapon. So stupid.

Before you could reprimand yourself any further, a tall figure emerged from the tree line. The tight dark blue shirt was an easy identifier as to who the figure was. And so were those deep brown eyes.

It was Bellamy. "Woah."

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling your tensed body relax again.

His gaze swept across the vivid tree-encompassed meadow, sharing the same wonderous expression you once had. The overpowering glow from the butterflies turned his tanned skin a light blue, defining the contours of his face and arm muscles. He sort of looked otherworldly.

"What are you doing out here?" you asked.

The incident before you left camp quickly returned to mind and it was evident in the slight irritation etched on your face. He didn't need to respond for you to realise that he had followed you. Great. His little girlfriends were going to have a field day tomorrow if they saw him come after you.

Bellamy's eyes found yours, taking note of your negative reaction. His steps were cautious as he began walking towards you. "I could ask you the same thing."

He stopped in front of you, peering down through a few stray strands of dark brown hair whilst wearing his infamous lazy smirk. No wonder girls were always fawning over him; he was gorgeous, and he damn well knew it too. Even you were falling into the very same trap. Unlike them, though, it was the moments you shared with him when you were alone that conjured your attraction to him. Sure, he was easy on the eyes, but you had also learnt that he was surprisingly a decent human being. More than decent actually, despite how he presented himself to others.

He treated you with respect—a lot more than many others had ever done. You had learnt to trust each other, communicate effectively, and work as a team. Sometimes, you would even find yourselves discussing things that you both intended to keep within till the day you died, things that felt too intimate to share with anyone else.

No matter how much you hated it, you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. Even when it seemed he was preoccupied with other women.

Bellamy eyed you, waiting for the snarky retort he knew you were putting together.

You sighed and turned around, crouching on the floor to inspect one of the neon-pink flowers. "Shouldn't you be teaching Roma and Bree gun handling safety in your tent right now?"

That line was dangerously close to sounding like jealousy and you knew it. You bit your tongue because Lord knows you were most likely to expose your feelings for Bellamy through word vomit.

If only you had been facing him to witness the shame washing through his eyes.

"Funny," he said. "But no. I've got more important things to do."

"Like what? Making sure your best hunting partner doesn't get killed by glowing plants?" you joked, glancing over your shoulder to see his reaction.

It wasn't a grin or smirk like you expected. Not even a little chuckle. Instead, he simply stared at you with this intense look in his eye; it was almost sad but also like he was trying to communicate something to you telepathically.

"Something like that," he murmured.

After those words left his mouth, something about the atmosphere shifted. You suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion and his soul-piercing stare was not helping. There wasn't a wide selection of movies on the Ark, but you had watched them all, including all the romance movies. The only thing you could compare Bellamy's gaze to was Mr. Darcy's in Pride and Prejudice. Reluctance. Longing. It was all there. Had you been completely wrong about his feelings for you? Or were you just imagining it?

The likelihood of Bellamy sharing your same feelings seemed impossible, so you chalked it up to your wishful imagination.

You stood back up, facing him but avoiding making eye contact. "Well, I—uh," you stammered. "I'm not going back. Not yet."

"I didn't come here to take you back."

That made your gaze meet his.

Why did you come then, Bellamy? you thought.

He side-stepped you and you turned to see him wandering deeper into the meadow. He began observing each and every beauty and oddity the small sanctuary held, touching the petals of every flower with a delicateness you had never witnessed before. Soon enough, you felt compelled to join him.

The two of you must have spent an hour in that meadow, inspecting each species of flora, hovering your fingertips through the glowing cusp of each plant as if you could feel its light on your skin, laughing together when a butterfly landed on the tip of your nose. Sometimes you caught Bellamy watching whenever your face lit up with excitement as you discovered something new. He never really looked at what you had found; he just looked at you, but you were too overjoyed to even contemplate why.

You felt like you had entered a dream, protected from the outside world where there were Grounders, war, and bitchy brown-haired girls. Everything real was forgotten, even your unrequited feelings for Bellamy. You just enjoyed his company in this dream and pretended it would last forever.

Somehow, you had both ended up lying on the forest floor side-by-side, surrounded by flowers as you stared up at the starry night sky through the tree crowns. It wasn't as cold as before; you guessed it was because of Bellamy's close proximity to you. One of his hands was behind his head, the other on his stomach. His warmth was radiating off his skin and onto your own.

You could have fallen asleep if you closed your eyes. Probably not the most logical idea though.

Bellamy's quiet, yet deep voice disrupted the silence. "It's just a distraction, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Those girls," he clarified, and you watched as his words turned to mist, carrying into the black sky. "If I focus too much on the fact that I have to control an entire camp of teenagers, fight a war against the Grounders, while taking care of Octavia and y—" he cut himself off, closing his eyes with a sigh. "I just feel like I start to lose myself."

Your focus shifted from the sky to him. Even he didn't seem to be looking at the sky anymore, despite his gaze still being pointed straight upward. He looked lost in his own thoughts. Serious and sombre—much different compared to how they had been just a short while ago.

"Well," you began softly. "We can't have that. You already seem a little rough around the edges, Blake."

A grin slowly formed across his lips and he shook his head. He turned his head to the side, looking down at your smiling expression from where he lay. The weightiness from before had melted from his demeanour. Because of a little distraction.

You had thought those two girls he spent most nights with were there purely for his own physical needs or because his attraction to them was greater than his self-control. Never had you contemplated the fact that it might have been because he was mentally struggling with the hardships of being a leader. Of course, how could you have? He had never told you before now.

Your brows furrowed. "Why tell me?"

The muscles in his jaw clenched and the grin fell from his lips. A sense of seriousness returned but this time it was less heavy. It seemed more like a weight was lifting from his shoulders. Like a declaration. Like a long-awaited confession.

You felt something warm brush against your hand; it gently grazed over your knuckles, lighting a fire beneath your skin. In Bellamy's dark eyes, you could see the reflection of his hand caressing your own and your heart leapt to your throat.

"Why do you think?" he murmured, his eyes flickering between your own, urging you to connect the dots instead of making him say it aloud.

Your lips parted and the crease between your eyebrows deepened. 

Every time he picked you first to be his partner on a mission, every deep conversation you shared when no one else was around—they all had a hidden meaning. All the times his hand brushed against yours as you walked in sync side-by-side, the times you caught him staring at you through a one-hundred-person dense crowd, or the way he would step in front of you as if to shield you whenever there was even a hint of danger—it was all because...

"Oh," you whispered.

"Yeah." His eyes flickered between yours before he turned back to the stars. "And I—I understand if you don't feel the same way; I know I haven't given you much reason to. From those girls to the... the radio, and the culling on the Ark. If I could take—"

His sentence was cut short as you leaned over him, pressing your lips to his. You could feel his pulse racing in his lips. Or was it your own? Probably both. Your hair fell to the side and his mouth started to move against your own. He began to rise, moving you up along with him until you were both kissing in a sitting position.

Bellamy's hand moved to cradle your jaw, his lips slow and tender. Everything felt like it had fallen into place, like this was exactly how things were supposed to be, with his lips on yours in the middle of a fairy-tale-like meadow whilst surrounded by a field of glowing flowers and beautiful winged creatures.

The butterflies weren't just circling you now, they were somehow fluttering around in your stomach too and it felt exhilarating.

Unfortunately, the kiss did have to come to an end at some point. Even so, the warm fluttering in your stomach never ceased. Bellamy had pulled away first, his hands gently falling from your jaw and back into his lap. He was looking at you and at first, you were afraid he would get up and leave, or tell you he had changed his mind. But he didn't. A smile crept across his lips—not a self-satisfied smirk or a tantalising grin, but a genuine smile.

Forget the butterflies; your stomach was doing somersaults now. He found your hand once more and interlocked it with his own in your lap. His thumb drew small circles on the side of your palm almost as if he knew you needed a reminder that this moment was really happening.

"That was my first kiss," you admitted.

His smile became a little nervous. "Was it okay?"

Was it okay? This boy was a little clueless if he couldn't tell that you thoroughly enjoyed having his lips on yours. So, you answered him with another soft peck to his lips, then pulled back again to see his reaction. He chuckled, nodding his head to say he understood.

"We can always come out here to practice if you want," he said, this time with a smirk.

You laughed. "I think that's a good idea."

He tucked a lock behind your ear and gently brushed pieces of hair away from your face. You could feel warmth creeping into your cheeks, turning them a rosy pink. Well, it was probably more of a violet hue due to the intense blue glow from the plants and butterflies. Either way, it still revealed how nervous he made you feel.

"It's getting late. We should probably head back and sleep," you said. Bellamy raised an eyebrow, creating his own little innuendo with your words and your eyes widened. "Not together! Alone, I mean. In separate tents. With clothes... on..." you trailed off, realising you were only digging yourself a deeper hole.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in embarrassment.

He just chuckled and rose to his feet. "Come on, (L/N). Let's go sleep."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he helped you stand up with him.

For a brief moment, you gave the area one last look, imprinting the memory into your mind. Who could have guessed that when you left the camp walls you would enter a fairy tale of vivid colours and electric butterflies? Or, even more surprising, that Bellamy Blake would later confess his feelings for you? All you had wanted was an escape; instead, you got a dream come true.

Bellamy pressed a hand to your lower back, guiding you with him towards the tree line in comfortable silence.

The walk back to the drop ship was pretty quiet. No more words needed to be said; a conversation that clarified what you two were now could wait for tomorrow when your brains weren't clouded by fatigue and the fresh excitement from confession. Some things hadn't changed though. Bellamy still stole glances at you every now and then, as you did him, earning a nervous smile and blush each time either of you got caught. Your hands alternated from brushing against one another to ever-so-slightly linking pinkies.

Okay, maybe things had changed a little.

You passed each flower that had led you to the meadow and this time, they became less and less as you grew closer to the drop ship. As you came up on the camp walls, the sound of fighting and conversations had died down and was replaced by the faint crackling of dying fires.

Finally, you both stepped through one of the openings and were within the camp. There didn't seem to be anyone awake; with the way the moon was shining down straight overhead, it was clear why. 

Your pinkie fell from Bellamy's and you moved in front of him, taking a few slow steps backwards. "Uh, that's my tent over there," you said, gesturing behind you.

His eyes never left yours as he continued to walk toward you. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh, you know, do you?"

A grin stretched across his lips as he hummed and reached for your waist, pulling you against his body. Your hands wound around his neck, a smile present on your face as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your own. His lips had just brushed against your own when someone behind you cleared their throat and you both jumped apart.

Bellamy peered beside your head, semi-glaring at the interrupter behind you.

What a surprise it was when you turned around to see Roma, arms crossed—clothes on, thankfully—and looking severely unhappy.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said with a scowl.

Perfect. Great. Absolutely fantastic. Looks like her field day had come early.

No way. You were too tired to deal with this. You gave Bellamy an apologetic glance before attempting to slip away through the gaps between tents. Unfortunately, it wasn't in Roma's best interest to let you off so easily. She caught your wrist and jerked you back toward her.

Bellamy looked like he was about to step in, but you beat him to it.

You tore your wrist from her grasp, words dripping with bitterness as you said, "Never do that again."

For a split second, she looked the slightest bit intimidated, but then quickly covered it up with disdain. Her gaze flickered from you to Bellamy; it was hard to miss the way she straightened her posture and tried to look more presentable for him.

And for a split second of your own, you felt the slightest twinge of fear that Bellamy would change his mind about you and leave with her again. But at that very same moment, he gently grabbed your hand and guided you back to his side, dissipating all your previous worries.

Both you and Roma looked down at your interlocked hands in disbelief.

"Listen, Roma." He sighed, sounding like he was desperately trying to keep his cool. "I think it's best if you and Bree find another tent to sleep in from now on."

Her disbelief turned into pure astonishment. "What? Are you serious?"

Bellamy lightly squeezed your hand.

God, he was putting this girl through the five stages of grief. You almost felt bad. Then you remembered the daily torment she had been putting you through just for existing and the remorse immediately washed away.

"Because of her? She's not even—"

"Choose your next words very carefully," he warned in a dangerously low voice.

Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she realised any insult thrown at you would end badly for her. It's not like Bellamy would hurt her, but he did have power over the camp, so he would probably force her to share a tent with Myles or something. His non-stop babbling would drive her to insanity.

She gave him a defiant look. "What if we don't want to leave?"

"I'll take the tent down and move it somewhere else."

"Then Bree and I will make both your lives a living Hell."

You could hear Bellamy suppress a laugh. "Unlikely," he echoed your previous words.

Roma looked to you as if you could help her case—the audacity. You gave her a sarcastic 'what-can-you-do?' shrug which just enhanced her seething temper. It was obvious that she was getting nowhere and the moment she realised, you swore you could see her ego literally deflating.

She made a short high-pitched noise of frustration and spun around, her hair whipping melodramatically through the air as she practically stomped back to Bellamy's tent. You could hear her call out to the other girl inside, telling her to 'pack her shit' and that they were moving tents. Not long after, the blonde-haired girl emerged from the tent flap holding a bundle of clothes. Roma must have explained to her what happened because they both shot a venomous glare in your direction and then walked off in search of another tent.

You sighed in relief as they disappeared out of sight. You were about to walk back to your own tent, but Bellamy tugged you back to him once more, his arms wrapping around your torso as your hands fell on his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought she'd handle it better."

You fiddled with the material of his shirt, half-smiling. "I told you she was a gem."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "My taste of women has been a little... questionable."

Your hands moved up to his shoulders, pulling your body up against his. His fingertips grazed the exposed skin of your waist, sending a wave of goosebumps across your body.

"You should really try breaking that trend."

He had that same intense look in his eye as when you were both in the meadow. This time it didn't hold any sadness or longing, but rather a sense of finality and affection, like his greatest wish had finally come true—that would make two of you. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as his face grew closer to yours.

The heart thumping in your chest almost gave out as you reflexively leaned further into his warm embrace.

"I already have," he murmured before his soft lips descended upon yours.

And the butterflies returned.

#yes roma is a warning #wife-of-all-dilfs ✍️ #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake #bellamy x clarke #bellarke #bellamy blake smut #bellamy blake x reader #bellamyblake #the100edit #the 100 #bellarke fanfiction #bob morley smut #bob morley #bellamy blake x oc #bellamy blake x y/n

[agendabymooner]

stop the world i wanna get off with you ! kimi r. x ofc (coppola!ofc)

“with the exception of you, i dislike everyone in the room.”

summary: vera jones ‘coppa’ coppola-raikkonen happens to be one of the three original it girls of formula one. funnily enough, she’s also the one to give birth to the loudest/messiest versions of the iceman as she continues her journey as a mother and a wife (all while she’s a director of the most iconic movies to have existed).

content warning: fictional raikkonen kids, mentions of breakups, mentions of tilly hearth and trish alonso (ofc) use of explicit language, family banters in social media

note: i know i have the most random selection of drivers on my masterlist but i swear i’m just tryna indulge in my lil bubble of happiness.

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tagged romaraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

liked by arthurleclerc, olliebearman, charles_leclerc

user1 icegirl on fire as always 🧊🔥

user2 real hot girl shit of you roma 😩

arthurleclerc aroma, you’re supporting the wrong leclerc 😀 liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen i can tell you that my shirts are nothing of an inchident. trust. liked by veracopparaikko

charles_leclerc i cannot believe i am being picked on by my favourite icegirl 😠

romaraikkonen hardly picking on you when i got ur name and face on my shirts??? smh i didn’t ask mum to get them for me to get called a h8r

rooraikkonen cool story maniac, can you run over jolauriraikkonen next?

romaraikkonen i’ll start with you first then i go target johann next, yes?

jolauriraikkonen what did i do??? i didn’t leave your pc plugged in, akka rooraikkonen witch

veracopparaikko kimimatiasraikkonen your kids are at it again, kimi.

kimimatiasraikkonen not my problem

veracopparaikko 😠

jolauriraikkonen it’s okie mum i’ll make sure dad sleeps on the couch tonight 😉

jolauriraikkonen dad did say 3 sprint races win = i get to go to the next three races too 😍 thank you for the team effort romaraikkonen liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen omagaaaaa these are officially the worst races ever

ferraridriveracademy how are we going to put you two together in one room then?

romaraikkonen don’t.

jolauriraikkonen i’m gonna sob, this is a w for me

romaraikkonen what are you even doing up??? aren’t u like 14?

veracopparaikko question is: why are you even on your instagram? 🤨

jolauriraikkonen oh so when dad does it, it’s okay? he has to get up early too you know???

kimimatiasraikkonen please don’t involve me in this

user3 we love an unproblematic king 😭😭

user4 why are these kids so funny 🥲

kimimatiasraikkonen so proud of my girl 🧊❤️ liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen like father like daughter 😉❤️🤝

tagged rooraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

liked by landonorris, tillywolff, valterribottas

jolauriraikkonen 1/10. she looked more like the bottom of beetlejuice’s foot than the lady herself.

user1 naw johann-lauri got kimi’s humour for sure

rooraikkonen i’m gonna crash to your kart next time and you’re going to be crying to dad and dad will literally just laugh at you

kimimatiasraikkonen no, i won’t.

user2 LMFAO KIMI PLEASE

jolauriraikkonen hahahahahahaha cry

kimimatiasraikkonen second time this day, johann. next time i’m taking the switch. liked by veracopparaikko

user3 ruh-roh raikkonen is at it

jolauriraikkonen my bad g 🤝

kimimatiasraikkonen all good g 🤝

user4 a proof that johann is kimi-coded ^^

rooraikkonen thank you sooooo much mummy !!! i thought i was going to cry for a minute then i realized how much of a baddie my mummy-producer-writer-director is 😭😩 liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko you fluster me, rooney tunes! ❤️

kimimatiasraikkonen your performance is very good, rooroo! henrik and betty were excited to see you on stage 😍 liked by veracopparaikko

rooraikkonen dad, betty-elina can barely hear from that headphones we got her.

rooraikkonen though i could hear henrik’s screaming during the intermission. 😂

rooraikkonen thank you daddy !! i’m glad i’m making the iceman proud 🧊💕 liked by veracopparaikko

tagged kimimatiasraikkonen, jolaurisraikkonen

liked by arthurleclerc, olliebearman, fernandoalo_oficial

jolauriraikkonen y’all cannot one up my mother because her resume is long as heck. she’s: mother, director, writer, actor, producer, photographer 😎 liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen look at me and the boys though 😎

user1 you’re the coolest brother ever

rooraikkonen bc he’s the only brother henrik got 😂😂😂

user2 iceman and his iceboys and his ice cream

user3 too cold in here lads 🥶

romaraikkonen look at my cool lil man and dad 😍 oh and johann liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen count ur days bestie

user4 where did the american-italian look go, vera?? 😭

rooraikkonen speaking on behalf of mum. the coppola genes had gone away as soon as romania came out, but uncle nicolas cage definitely did not leave

user4 subtle flex but okay pop off bestie 🔥

kimimatiasraikkonen such handsome boys liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko i agree

romaraikkonen so do i

rooraikkonen me too

jolauriraikkonen i agree too

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[lightsoutletsgo]

P L A Y L I S T (cl16 x singer!reader series) vol.3 - rome

warnings: none badly made social media screenshots?? word count: n/a hi everyone! this chapter is kind of a filler chapter but is also kinda important to the storyline! I hope you guys still enjoy this chapter though! next one will be written and will be a bit more exciting happy reading love, mimi taglist currently open! previous | series masterlist | masterlist

Rome

thisisy/n

Liked by eclipseofficial, charles_leclerc and 914,896 others thisisy/n Roma you were an audience of dreams! Grazie Mille for all your love and support, see you soon Milan! 🎀🌙

View all 23,154 comments eclipseofficial these costumes are everything!

y/nismylove I'M OBSESSED WITH EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS TOUR

f1moonbeam I'm still trying to get over the fact that charles was there 😩 ⤷ lalaleclerc twt is collectively losing their shit over the pictures ⤷ f1moonbeam he was watching her so intently ⤷ eclipsemoonbean some romcom shit fr Comment liked by thisisy/n and charles_leclerc

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Liked by eclipseofficial, thisisy/n and 32,587 others lilymhe Thank you to @eclipseofficial for such an amazing night! My ears are still ringing and my heart is so happy. We've successfully converted Charles and now the whole gang are officially moonbeams 🫶🏼🌙

View all 23,154 comments thisisy/n omg tysm pretty girl! 🥺 I'm so happy you enjoyed it 🤍 maybe we'll see you in Milan? 🤭 ⤷ lilymhe @alex_albon is this real? Am I seeing things? OMG 😭 Y/N called me pretty girl? Alex we're going to Milan!!! ⤷ alex_albon is my gf being stolen right in front of me? ⤷ thisisy/n maybe 😉 look forward to seeing you there! ⤷ lilymhe SHE JUST FOLLOWED ME 😭😭

lilyandalex this whole comment section is hilarious

charles_leclerc have I just joined a cult? ⤷ thisisy/n yes. but don't worry we're very friendly 🥰 ⤷ moonbeamforever IM SCREAMING OMG ⤷ moonbeammoonbean MOM AND DAD?!

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Liked by eclipseofficial, thisisy/n and 76,924 others charles_leclerc I think I could get on board with this moonbeam thing (is this where I'm supposed to put the emoji? 🌙)

View all 45,372 comments eclipseofficial welcome charles! we think you'll enjoy hanging out with us

y/nwardrobe our girl in the likes 😭 baby you're not slick we see you

charlesss Y/N in the likes already like he didn't just post it

lilymhe I've trained you well 😌

maxverstappen1 when I said introduce yourself this was NOT what I meant... 🧍‍♂️

carlossainz55 I thought I was the smooth operator? 🤪 ⤷ landonorris can this really be considered smooth? ⤷ georgerussell63 says lando NORIZZ ⤷ landonorris this is bullying 🥺 ⤷ georgerussell63 no it's not ⤷ carlossainz55 no it's not ⤷ maxverstappen1 no it's not ⤷ charles_leclerc no it's not ⤷ alex_albon no it's not

moonbeamdriver no bc she's 100% down bad just as much as he is and who can blame her tbh

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[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Prompts 10 and 14 with reader and Dick Grayson please

Brotherly Love

Short story

Warnings: None.

Is this similar to (THIS POST!)? Yes.

Is it still cute? Yes.

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~☆~

Dick had been staying at the Manor, it was nice. Usually, he was away in Blüdhaven, where he lived.

His presence brung a new vibe to the house. You could especially notice this when the bass of a pop song was traveling through every crevice of the residence. You had lost count of how many times the song he was listening to would loop. But the clock in your wall had told you how long it's been happening. The scarce knowledge of music that you have and the repetitive use of certain words had urged you to open up your phone and use the search engine.

"I'm bringin' sexy back

You motherfuckers watch how I attack"

SexyBack!

By...Justin Timberlake?

Now you had a name for the song that's stuck its self to your brain like glue.(and apparently Dicks)

You quickly hopped out of bed and into the hallway, using your muscle memory to take you to a certain brother of yours room.

You knocked loudly. "Dick!"

No response.

"Richard!" You yelled, banging on his door.

No response.

The vibrations from the music were much more noticeable as you stood in front of his door. You could feel every change in the bass as you grabbed the door handle. Slowly, you cracked open the door, hoping that you don't see anything that you don't want to. Thankfully, Dick was just sitting on his bed. You fully opened the door, causing him to look up and reach for his phone, finally turning down the song that has been playing on repeat.

"Hey, I just wanted to check if you're okay. You've been listening to SexyBack on repeat for an hour." You revealed. You watched as an overjoyed smile subconsciously formed on his lips.

"You know Justin?" He asked.

"No, I have never met Justin."

Dick let an abrupt shout of laughter fall from his lips. He leaned forward as all of the air left his body.

"Anyway, I'm going to see an old friend." He stated, standing up and showing off his outfit. "Do I look good?"

You let a smile curl on your lips. "No."

"Very funny." He whispered, rolling his eyes at you.

~☆~

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[swiftfootedachilles]

ian and mickey cant smoke weed in their apartment. even when they went on their balcony to smoke some bitch called the manager and complained. they were given a warning. "yes we know cannabis is legalized now but we are a privately-owned family-oriented apartment complex and we hold the right to cite and remove you if inappropriate behavior continues" blah blah fucking blah.

well, ian may be preoccupied with his tomatoes, but mickey decides to start his own little garden - inside the apartment away from prying eyes. it's been a while since he grew weed, but it's like riding a bike, really. good soil, water regularly, right amount of sunlight, and BOOM you're ready to start infusing ingredients for your edibles. the free samples they get from work only last so long, and it's so much better to choose your own potency and recipe! no more eating gluten dairy free brownies just to get a high. now he can make them as fudgy and chocolatey and gluten-y as he likes!

ian is actually very surprised (and incredibly jealous) of mickey's green thumb. he tries not to make a competition out of it, but he can't help but compare his finicky roma tomatoes to mickey's bustling farm of cannabis. eventually it works out though, and they use their tomatoes and thc olive oil to make the most delicious weed pasta sauce ever

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[fondofcowboys]

here's my very all over the place feelings on certain aspects of baldur's gate 3 as a romani immigrant. warnings for spoilers of course. mind you i have not finished the game yet!

1. i really can't believe there aren't more people talking about the very blatant racism in astarion's questline. im quite sure it's because the game already touches on it, even giving you the choice to call astarion a racist, and also because everytime we roma talk about anything that makes us uncomfortable we're immediately shunned and "well actually!"'d.

the problem is that it feels Extra icky because the man who was the inspiration for the original dracula, Vlad the Impaler, kept romani slaves. this is the ONLY part of vampire history that, no matter how different the media, will always stay relevant for some reason.

castlevania has the seekers, a nomadic group of magic users who pass their history down orally. while they are *mostly* treated well, the first arc of the show literally shows them being hunted out of town for the simple act of existing.

vampire the masquerade... well.. that's an entire other can of racism worms.

curse of strahd has the "vistani", a nomadic group of people who are treated like third class citizens everywhere they go, and are of course, most known for being tarot readers and drunkards.

the vampire diaries have the "travellers", who get called "gypsies" explicitly as a derogatory word by other vampires.

i want you to take any vampire media you enjoy and ask yourself, "is there anti-roma racism in this?". i guarantee you, if you look for it, you're going to find it. for SOME reason, the only thing that stays consistent with all these different vampire IPs, is that romani people are hated and scrutinized at every moment of their lives.

i MORE than understand that astarion's racial insensitivity is part of him. it's part of what makes him malleable by the player. you can help him understand why he's wrong, or you can lead him down a worse path.

i still reserve the right to feel some sort of way about astarion sacrificing fantasy-romani children for power, willingly. don't get me wrong, he's my favourite character, right up there with halsin. which is why i obviously have so many feelings about this.

(yes, the Gur were written inspired by romani people, if you were not aware)

2. the anti-immigrant sentiment is such an inherent part of the story that i did not think was going to stick around for SO long. i dont really have much to say about this, i think i should've expected it. as a fan of dragon age (i know, tragic) i'm quite used to unnecessary fantasy racism everywhere i go, i just hoped it wouldn't be part of the main crucial story.

3. larian studios i am so so so thankful for the halsin romance. eternally. forever and ever. he's my pookie bear and i'm so grateful some extra time was made to create a romance for him.

can i ask you why the hell does halsin want to LEAVE. At The End. i've noticed how much he contradicts himself throughout his questline and i just... I don't know. i've seen some other people complaining about how non-chalantly he talks about being a sex slave and i understand too, but i think it's part of his character to not take the horrible things that happened to him seriously like he does with others. that, or someone at larian took an unknown substance that led them to make halsin Very inconsistent.

with the poly situation, some people are strictly polyamorous! some people are strictly non-monogamous and do not feel comfortable being in a monogamous relationship. i understand the frustration everyone, but that's how halsin is. i dont know if that was the writers' intention, but that's certainly what he comes across as to me; strictly non-monogamous.

what i DONT understand is why he says he only wants you, calls you "my heart", is so fondly and lovingly attached to you, and then he just.... Dips? Whatever. I'm ignoring that part forever. it's not canon to ME!

anyways. yeah. feel free to Engage in some Friendly conversation. emphasis on friendly, for the love of g-d

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[docholligay]

Foreign Films to Expand Into

I saw a post regarding the writer’s strike that suggested Americans maybe make the effort of watching a foreign film, and while I agree, I didn’t think its tone was super helpful. Don’t get me wrong, I’m the queen of “Pull yourself out of a rut!!” but I don’t think “Americans are so fucking stupid they don’t realize other countries make movies” is actually trying to help anyone, so much as add to the idea that I guess the rest of the world is being forced to watch Captain America at gunpoint. 

But I DO want Americans to watch foreign films, in the same way that I want them to watch indie films, and I want people of all nations and stripes to expand their understanding of what they’re used to, to push themselves into something else they might like. I think my family would say that it’s fair to call me a person who is open to experience. I love to try things! That’s why I have the book draw, that’s why I go see movies I’m not sure about, that’s why I actively seek out foods I’ve never tried. You deserve to make your life interesting, to be challenged, to provide enrichment in your enclosure. You are worth the effort of a richly textured life! And movies are often a pretty cheap way to go about stepping outside of your comfort zone. I can’t wait to hear what you thought of any of these! 

Obviously, if you are not American, one  of these may not be foreign to you. Yes, I know that. 

I don’t hold out that all of these are hidden gems--some of them are, or were, extremely popular movies. Many of them won awards. But I do hold out that these are some of my favorites, and I would love to share them with you. I did, however, try to avoid anything that I thought already got a lot of play on tumblr: I don’t need to tell anyone here to watch Parasite, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, or any given Ghibili movie (Though you should watch Grave of the Fireflies--it’s my favorite). 

Pan’s Labyrinth (Mexico and Spain): This is my favorite foreign film of all time and I am breaking my, “I’m not putting any movie on here I don’t need to tell you to watch” rule right away because it is in fact one of my favorite movies of all time, American or foreign. It is a lush story about fantasy, facism, courage, and the horror of childhood. Warning: This movie is very very intense. Do not be fooled by the fact that Del Toro also does like fucking…Hellboy. He also can make very serious, very good movies, and he does not shy away from the brutality of the Spanish Civil War. If you liked Labyrinth but you’re fully grown now and I want a story about fantasy bargains for the adult crowd, this is for you. 

The Orphanage (Spain): I love Spanish horror, and so it was really, really difficult to only pick one. But this has been one of my favorites for years, a classic Spanish slow burn that deals with the long shadow of childhood and the line between the supernatural and the natural. If you like pensive horror movies like The VVitch, I really think you should give this one a try. 

Hero (China): I know a lot of y’all are into wuxia now, but back when this came out it wasn’t a thing I had ever heard of*. Hero is, as the title might imply, a sweeping historical epic with fantastic fight scenes and gorgeous cinematography. If you enjoy stories told in multiple interpretations, high-flying wire work, and with some ideas about war, peace, and truth that tempt without asking too much of you, you’ll love this. 

Cold War (Poland): Listen, I love Cuarón, Mexican and Spanish movies absolutely dominate my list of foreign films I’ve watched, but I genuinely thought Cold War deserved the edge over Roma for the Oscar that year. It’s a fairly short movie for the times, coming in at less than 90 minutes, and it wastes not even one second of that film time. Cold War is a bittersweet love story not only with two people toward each other, but feels deeply critical of Poland while recognizing the impossibility of unbraiding yourself from it. If you love impossible, bittersweet, happily never after love stories with stark and striking cinematography, you’ll adore Cold War. 

Tigers Are Not Afraid (Mexico): I adore an unflinching take on childhood, and this movie is absolutely that. It essentially asks, “How do children survive in a world full of trauma?” and the answer is that sometimes, they don’t. This movie is a little frenetic, admittedly, but the ways fantasy and imagination is woven into a group of street children orphaned by the cartels is something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I first saw it, and I think the final shot is pitch perfect. If you liked Pan’s Labyrinth this is required viewing, as I think it shares a lot of themes. 

The African Doctor (France): “Holligay, if you put another fucking downer movie in this list I am going to BEAT YOUR ASS” Okay, okay, we’re going to ignore my general predilections and everything from here on down is fairly life-affirming or comedic or easy. This is about a little village in France in the 1970s that gets an African doctor. It’s sweet, and funny, and you come away from it feeling good. Also I still laugh every time Seyolo responds to the fact that most of the villagers had never seen a black person with: “So what? Now they will.” If you like sweet fish out of water stories with nice endings, this is for you. 

Om Shanti Om (India): I maintain that this is the best movie to watch if you’re brand new to Bollywood. It mostly avoid the worst of its excesses while delighting in all of its strengths. It is a genuinely fun film with fantastic songs, and a shockingly together storyline for a Bollywood movie (affectionate). I’ve actually done a full review of this one, but in the short version: If you loved Moulin Rouge and wanted more of that mix of tragedy and silliness on a operatic level, I think you’ll be in for a treat. 

The Warrior’s Way (South Korea and New Zealand): Okay, this movie is not good, and also it manages to be bad. But it’s in English, so if you’ve been sitting there like my dad going, ‘I am not gonna read a movie” well, here you go. If you’ve ever said to yourself, “I want to watch a Western, but I wish it were actually a HK style cheesy action movie” BOY HOWDY AM I HERE FOR YOU. I watched this one insanely drunk and still managed to be like, “wow! This is so bad! Maximum valid!” If you thought RRR** was good, but too deep, you will have the BEST time with The Warrior’s Way. 

Anyway, this is, of course, an incomplete list, and I’m sure I’ve forgotten something I love, since this was just made off the cuff. I would love to hear if you watch or like any of these, and also, if, looking at this list, you have a recommendation for me, let me know! There are so so many fucking movies out there, and so many fall through the cracks. 

I’m thinking about doing another one of these on “Indie movies you might have missed” and also “Movies that were made before you enfants were born” (30+ years) so let me know if anything like that is interesting! Or, if there’s a category you think I might know about you’re into, let me know also.

*I actually have a lot of emotional attachment to Hero, as I have a very distinct memory of standing in the Hastings, in front of the small foreign-film section, and it being the first foreign film I picked up. I was, I think, sixteen, and I had decided that I was going to be worldly, and interesting, and cultured, and so I took a deep dive into cooking from other cultures, and watching foreign films, and buying old art history textbooks, reading classics, and listening to opera, and formal manners. Basically becoming the person I wished I were, that poised Grace Kelly type, even if I was born to the drone of the grasshoppers on the wind. To quote Reba Macintire, “You know I mighta been born just plain white trash, but Fancy was my name” and all that. And this movie was a distinct part of that, in that it was the first, in a long line of me trying to be a more well-rounded and interesting person. 

**RRR (India): Actually on that note, watch RRR. It’s a fantastically fun Indian action film that I keep meaning to watch again because I got a little too drunk for drinking on an emopty stomach the first time I saw it, so it might actually also be good, but I do remember enjoying the shit out of it and there is a scene that has such Fareeha vibes to me.

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Note: So just a heads up me and Roma are doing a collab where one person gives a prompt and character and the category and that person writes it and same thing with the other! Please read his (it’s Rengoku)

COME AGAIN?

Character(s): Muzan Kibutsuji

Type of reader: M!Reader

Collab with: @reallyromealone

Prompt: Soulmates

Category: Fluff

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

At a certain age, a red string would be attached to the index finger of both soulmates.

The longer the string the further they are from you. Your string was abnormally long. Once you had finally turned 20 you decided to find where the hell your soulmate was.

"Be safe sweetheart, here's some demon repellent, food & water." Your mother spoke and handed you a light purple bag filled with wisteria and a larger bag filled with food and water.

"Alright, love you mama see you soon." You smiled and kissed her cheek before taking your leave. You spent days following the path your string left you. Yes, you were tired, but you were dedicated to look for your soulmate one way or another. At one point while you were walking you could feel yourself doze off a little.

"I guess I could take a small nap." You said to yourself and sat underneath a large tree. Before falling asleep, you did a small tug on the string so your soulmate knows you're on your way. Once you fell asleep the other end of the string had also been tugged.

After hours of napping, you woke up ate some of your food and began your journey once again. "Hm? The string is getting shorter..." You mumbled to yourself before your eyes widened in realization. "The string is getting short!!" You exclaimed, this giving you a boost of energy as you walked much faster than before.

You had stopped in your tracks when you heard two voices making you hide behind a tree quickly. "Is your soulmate getting closer, master Muzan?" Akaza asked as he watched his master stare at the string that tugged once again.

"Yes, they're much closer this time." Muzan said and glanced over at the tree you hid behind. 'Shit shit shit! My soulmate is the king of demons!!' You mentally kicked yourself not knowing why him of all people was your soulmate. "So my soulmate is a mere human? Pathetic." Muzan muttered as he stared down at you from your side. A let out a yelp and quickly jumped back.

"W-...Who says I'm your soulmate?" You squeaked out. Muzan looked down at the string that showed 5 feet of string connecting the two of you. "The string wouldn't lie. Now come, we have things to discuss." Muzan said and grabbed your hand leading you to who knows where. A wave of slumber washed over you rather quickly.

When you woke up, you were neatly placed in a bed which confused you since you didn't remember any houses near where you were.

"I see you've awakened." Muzan said, startling you. "Now that you're awake here are the rules to being my soulmate; 1. Don't interfere with my work or bother me while I'm working. 2. Don't get clingy with me, I'm not one for being in 'relationships'. And 3. Don't get yourself in trouble." Muzan explained as he got up from the chair not even allowing you to ask a simple question.

"Rude much." You mumbled. The time you've spent with Muzan was...how should I put it? Monotonous. The two of you rarely spoke to each other making you feel like something that was there taking space. It annoyed you. So eventually, you decided to try and get to know Muzan more.

You'd make dinner without him asking, chat with him occasionally even if he only spoke a word or two, make him a bath, even beg for the two of you to sleep in the same room even though demons don't technically need sleep, and would even tell him you loved him which wasn't a lie at all.

From the time you've spent with him you've grown an attraction to him. Muzan was weirded out by your change of behavior, but he also liked how you treated him since he hasn't been treated like this in decades.

"I'm going to get started on dinner, love you, Muzan." You said with a small smile as he put drops of some liquid into a tube. You knew he wasn't going to say it back so you began walking till you heard something.

"I love you too, Y/n."

Your heart flutter around in your chest just by those four words along with your name rolling off his tongue. A small giddy laugh left your mouth as you made your way to the kitchen. Muzan could feel how happy you were which made him feel happy.

It had also caused a small smile to creep onto his lips that he didn't dare to hide.

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[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch8 Family Secrets

(Warnings: Mentioning of Elias's illness and abusive family situation. Mentioning of Ian cheating. Some innuendos.)

"A bedroom?"

But not the same one you woke up in. Their was a rather large bed inside and it looked perfectly made. Fluffy big pillows sat on top of silk sheets and next to the bed was a small bedside table, one or two paintings on the walls...It had a little bit less furniture than the room you were in but it looked more..sad? 

"It's emptier but it looks like the same one I was on otherwise."

"I'm actually not surprised. There was seven kids and two parents so it wouldn't be too out of the ordinary for them all to look the same. Can you tell who's bedroom it is?" 

Your eyes looked around the place. Silence other than the rain pounding against the roof with the occasional thunder. There wasn't any proraits so there wasn't much to tell. "I'm.. actually not sure but maybe it's Elias's? It's in pretty good shape compared to the rest of the second floor. If that's the case, maybe there's some clues in here."

"Take a look around and be careful."

If this truly was Elias's room then maybe there was some clues around here. Maybe something that could give a clue about the curse? Or maybe a clue to the missing fortune? If not those then maybe the missing recipe book Elias was looking for. That'd be one problem solved at least. You carefully lifted up both pillows and then looked under the mattress before kneeling down to look under the bed itself. Nothing. And there wasn't anything on the table other than an old lamp. Lightning lit up the room and your eyes were drawn to a vanity complete with a large mirror. Maybe there's something there that? You got back up careful to not trip on your long veil and made your way over it. A small rectangle object catching your eye. 

"Hey. There's an ornate box on the vanity. It's gotta have something important right?"

"Be careful. That thing might be spring loaded with some kinda trap!" 

You deadpanned. "I doubt that." Despite that you slowly reached out to grab the lid, and lifted it up just enough to slide it off before putting it aside and looking it just as another lightning strike lit up the room and letting you see the inside of the box....You blinked before your brows furrowed. "Broken glass?"

"... What?"

Your hand reached inside to grab the first large shard on top of the small pile, and brought it up to your face. A piece of your make up face peered back to you and you again pushed back the front of your veil to look at it better. ".... It's just a pile of broken..glass? No. It looks too reflective to be glass."

"Didn't you mention earlier that Elias had a broken mirror?" Oh yeah that's right. Guess this was his room then. "Why waste a nice box on something like that though?"

Instead of answering you just gently put the shard back into the box before placing the lid back on top of it. If this really belonged to Elias's grandmother, then it must've been very sentimental to him and you were better off leaving it alone. A quick look around the vanity didn't show anything else of interest but your eye DID catch something of interest reflected in the mirror behind you. Another bookshelf on the wall by the bed. Your head turned before you walked over to it. Maybe that's where he left the book you needed?

"Found another bookshelf. Gonna check it out." Taylor didn't say anything but you raised a hand to skim along the book spines and raising a brow reading all the titles. "It seems to be all fiction. Jane Eyre. Persuasion. Sentimental Education. Portrait of A Lady." You listed off a few names as you skimmed along. Doesn't look like any recipe books. Taylor still didn't say anything but you heard the distant clicking of a key board.. before Taylor started laughing again making you raise a brow. "What's so funny?"

"Those are all romance novels."

Romance novels? A quick scan of the rest of the shelf showed you that...Yes. All these books were romance novels. No recipe books at all. You pulled out a random book to look at it in your hands. The spine looked worn outside of regular aging as if it had been read over and over. Makes sense if Elias had been stuck here for most of his life without anything else to do but read the same books over and over day by day.

"Poor Elias. Not only did he not have any love from his family, but it looked like he didn't have other love either romantic or platonic. Only a fantasy world and books to live by."

"Don't feel too bad for him. We can't change his life no matter how sad it was besides it's over."

You paused before scowling hard at nothing. "That's pretty heartless, Taylor! Even for you!" Your angry tone seemed to have caught him off guard. "The least I could do is give him some closure. He just seems lonely."

"Don't fall for his act-"

"THERE'S NO ACT!!" Your angry voice became angrier, fingers gripping the book so hard to turn your knuckles white under the gloves. "Ian was an act! But I was too dumb to see it and too dumb to realize that I was being played! Elias might be a little hasty and move things along a bit fast, but he's never once tried to make me do anything I don't want or rude at all! Besides if he really wanted to do something, he would've done it already by now!"

"I- But he didn't even break the pact after he found out it was all an accident! What if he's evil-"

"Taylor!," you cut him off. "I appreciate your concern and I care about you a lot, but accusing Elias of something like that, especially considering how he died, is just so wrong! You're being paranoid. Besides if I was in any danger I would've asked you to come save me by now."

There was a moment of long silence as you continued to scowl before Taylor sighed. "I-... Y-Y-You're right. I'm sorry "

...You also sighed allowing your grip to relax. "It's alright, but just don't be so mean about his life. Ok? He's had enough to deal with."

"Right. ...Any luck finding anything?", he asked changing the subject. 

"No. Nothing that'd be helpful to us. Not even that darn book."

"Y/n." You jumped up nearly dropping the book in your hands before you turned around and came face to face with Elias in the doorway. You both stared at each other before he gave a confused look. "What are you doing in here, Dearest?"

You held up the book in your hands. "I couldn't find your book in the study, so I looked anywhere else I saw books." You shrugged gesturing to the door. "The door was open and I saw all the books on the shelf here. Couldn't find that book. Although you seem to have a very specific taste Mr. Elias Gallagher." You teased him as he looked taken aback as you held up the book with a smile. "I didn't expect you to be into romance so much." But it did kinda make sense.

He stared.. before his face lit up a deeper blue? Wait. Could ghosts even blush? "I-I read it for the plot! It's actually quite good!"

"Oh really? Let's see." You smiled wider at his flustered panic as you opened up the book. Taylor started snickering in your earpiece. Guess he liked watching someone else get teased by their literature. Stopping at one page with the corner folded down like a bookmark, you began reading. "Our clothes long gon-"

"Dearest!," he squealed out. Hands coming up to cover his face and turn away in embarrassment as you giggled at his cute reaction. Taylor practically dying of laughter on the other end. "G-Good heavens."

You still chuckled before closing the book. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you, but you do look cute all flustered." He whined more and the dark blue spread to his ears and neck..or what part of his neck was attached to his floating head. "Besides, you're not the only guy I know who likes this kind of writing."

"HEY!!," Taylor shouted at your blatant call out.

"Here. I'll put it back and we can pretend it never happened. Ok?" He nodded as you slid the book back into place. Smiling as Elias peeked his eyes at you between his fingers. "There. Now what are you doing here anyways?"

"Ah. Y-Yes." He cleared his throat and straightened back up trying to compose himself. "I-I managed to find my grandmother's recipes and have already s-started on t-the cake. I just wished to come let you know."

You looked up surprised. "Already?" He nodded and you felt a little pale. "Wow. You sure.. D-Don't waste time."

He nodded. "Yes. Soon everything will be ready and since you'll be marrying into my prestigious family, you'll be gifted with my family jewels." 

Taylor again busted out laughing again but you were shocked to comprehend it. "Jewels? Elias, you don't have to do anything like that. I'm fine with just the ring I'm wearing-"

"The rings that were presented to you by a snake that didn't even have the heart to face you before your wedding day." He spoke and sighed when you looked down. "I'm sorry. They're beautiful rings. I'm lucky to have been given such a lovely piece from you." He gazed at his own hand where the matching ring to yours still rested on his finger. "However, I would like to present to you something a bit less stained with harsh memories of your past. Consider it my wedding gift to you."

"I.." he was seriously offering to GIVE YOU THE FORTUNE?! So that does mean it really existed and it was somewhere around the mansion. And Elias knew EXACTLY where it was. You could solve a whole ancient mystery just by taking him up on the offer. After all that's one of the things you and Taylor was trying to figure out after all but-"That's really nice." You held up your hands. "But I'm serious. You don't have to give me anything especially something that meant so much to your family. Id be just as happy if you gave me a book you loved or something else."

"You'll be a part of my family after the ceremony," he pointed out making you pause.

"Oh. Uh...R-Right.. H-how much longer fo you have to take on the preparations?"

He hummed again and calculated in his head. "Not too long now. Maybe another twenty to thirty minutes as the cake bakes."

"Oh. Well why don't you go finish that and I'll wait here for you?" He blinked as you groaned and turned, moving the long veil out of the way to sit comfortably on the bed before you reached down to rub your ankles. "No offense but these shoes are KILLING me! I've been running around in them all night and after a while they start to hurt. I could use a break for a while. I can just wait here and read a book while you finish up."

Elias thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Yes. Of course. You should have a moment to relax before the ceremony. After all you've already been helping me so much it's only fair to you. I shall come fetch you as soon as everything else is ready. Will you be ok by yourself?"

"You said it'd take half an hour right? I can wait that long by myself." And you truly won't be alone with Taylor on the line. 

He nodded. "Very well then. Please be careful if you choose to wonder about."

"I'll only be in here or the study if I want something to read. Don't worry. I won't go far."

Elias nodded happily before bowing and then disappearing through the floor. You waited a full minute in case Elias came back before sighing and reaching down to remove your heels, breathing a sigh of relief as you could finally get a break from them AND walking around for once after what must've been a hours now. You rubbed the sore flesh hissing through your teeth. Taylor also remained silent for a moment probably waiting to hear if anything else was there besides you wincing in soreness.

"Is he gone?," Taylor asked after a moment of silence.

"Yeah. But he'll be back soon."

"Right. How are you feeling?"

"My feet are killing me but other than that good physically. I'm more mentally exhausted than anything else."

"Maybe we should go through everything we know before he does come back."

"Good idea. Where to start?" You allowed your feet to rest a moment before leaning back up.

"What about those visions you've been having?" Taylor suggested with a hum. "I think we can rule out other ghosts actually. Elias would've mentioned other ghosts present and we would've seen them by now.  So what do you make of them?"

"I'm pretty sure that's all they are. Visions of Elias's past life. You mentioned that I'm most likely getting them because of the magical pact we're currently in, so that's probably why I'm having them in the first place."

"You've had three so far right? Any clues to where the fortune is or what might've caused the curse?"

You shook your head before sighing. "No. Nothing but how awful his family was to him and how vicious Violet was..but I think I saw Violet wearing a pretty expensive necklace. Elias came from money so maybe that was a gift from him to her?"

Taylor hummed. "Makes sense but that doesn't really stand out as a clue."

"I really think I've only been really scared of the visions because I'm feeling exactly what Elias felt during that time otherwise I'd just feel really, really bad about everything I've watched."

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Relax. I've seen the embodiment of death and I'm not going to back down. You've known me forever and just trust me."Taylor sighed but didn't argue further. "Violet's gotta be the key to this somehow or at least a big part of it since she's the one who did Elias in with her brother."

"Did you find anything else when you were looking around?"

"Other than that weird ledger message? Not a darn thing. I couldn't even find a simple recipe book!"

"Ok. Ok. At least we'll be able to solve one part of the mystery. Elias is willing to show you where the jewels are which means he must know where they're hidden at. So at least we can cross that off the bucket list."

"Yeah but I don't want his jewelry, Taylor! I don't think I want to get married at all! At least not like this. I'm only going along because it's the only way I can think of to get out of this mess." You mumbled reaching out to just pick up the flowers again. Staring at them and reaching out to nudge the orange and white petals. "....But Elias had been nothing but courteous this entire time. Way more understanding and willing to listen than I am ever was."

"Don't tell me you're actually falling for him! I'm still convinced he's using this pact to make you feel something for him. Look. Honestly and I really mean it this time, I want you to leave that place. Something wrong is going on. Nothing we read mentioned this would happen!"

"Well what WERE we expecting? I was expecting nothing to happen and then we'd just be crashing at my place eating pizza again when something, but isn't this what we wanted? For three years we've been talking about what we'd do if this did happen. Y'know getting evidence and helping the spirit move on?," you pointed out raising a brow. "To bring them closure and help them finish their unfinished business?"

"Please! We don't know what he's capable of," Taylor pleaded in a much softer voice, "And I don't want you falling for any of his tricks."

"He hasn't tried anything Taylor. Besides even if I DID just walk out, I still have this whole pact thing. Remember? The worst that happens is that I'm haunted by him for the rest of my life and maybe afterlife."

"THAT'S EVEN WORSE!!"

You groaned rubbing your temples. "Look. The best chance I got is bringing him closure by letting him have the ceremony he's never gotten. You don't have any better ideas."

"Maybe if we can find out about the curse more then we can use that to bring him closure about his death without a ceremony. Are you sure there's nothing else we missed? Did you even look around his room enough?"

"Taylor! There's nothing in here besides a book collection and a box of filled with a broken mirror-" You paused. Full stop. Eyes wide open and staring at the bookcase in front of you. "....A box..."

"Filled with his broken mirror yeah. I think you said his grandmother owned?"

"..A box of broken mirror shards."

"I just said that."

"Taylor, isn't it bad luck to break a mirror?!" The realization struck you harder than a freight truck.

"Um. Yeah. That's what they say at least," Taylor hummed in thought. "They say breaking a mirror is seven years of bad luck although we haven't tried out that supernatural myth yet...And I'm not sure if I want to actually."

F/c eyes snapped back to the box. "Would that bad luck be powerful enough to cause a lot of family deaths?"

There was a pause on the other side as Taylor took in what you said. "...Are you saying what I think you're trying to say?"

"I'm saying what if that curse was brought on them by the breaking of a VERY important family mirror?"

Again Taylor paused in a long moment of thought. "You just might have something there! And one of your visions was of Elias talking about the mirror right? There's gotta be some kinda connection."

"If there is I don't know what can be done. Elias will be back to gift me jewelry and then he's gonna want me to go along with the ceremony-" 

BEEP!!

A loud beep in your ear signalled something that made you pause, blink, and then reach around to look at your phone. Turning it on revealed to you something that made your face go pale. The battery was nearly drained and would be dead any moment.

"....Uh oh. My phone's nearly dead."

"WHAT?!" Taylor screamed in your ear making you wince. "YOU DIDN'T THINK TO BRING A PORTABLE CHARGER?!"

"I didn't think I'd be here that long remember?!"

Taylor made a half groan half growl sound in annoyance. "The. I'm coming in!"

You now paused. "What?! Taylor, wait! I-"

"I'm not gonna leave you in there by yourself! I'm responsible for that much! Stall for time! I'll see you soon! Over and out!"

"Taylor!!"

You paused as the line went out. Another beep called out. And when you looked at your phone the battery cut out. Dead. Now the dread really sunk in.

#the groom of gallagher mansion #thegroomofgallaghermansion #taylor potts x reader #taylor potts #elias gallagher x reader #elias gallagher #Until Death Do You Vow

[kiki-widow]

Russian Teacher

request on wattpad from Lucastrans2006

Natasha x gip reader

warning: pet names, blowjob, teacher x student, dirty talk

Natasha Pov

It is my first day being a Russian teacher here in this school. I moved here to New York just a few weeks ago and I like it already. When I walked in the school the other teachers introduced themselves and wished me luck on my first day. I made my way to the classroom ten minutes earlier and decided to prepare some things for the students. Some students also arrived earlier they said a quiet hello and sat on their seats. When the bell rung the last students walked in and took their seats. But there was one person that stood out to me. They were wearing some black jeans and a white blouse that had some open buttons, they sat in the second row besides their friend. As everyone was seated, I begun to explain a few basics before giving each student quiz sheets so they could practice. As I handed Y/N the papers I let my eyes wander over their body felling their eyes linger on my cleavage, our fingers touched for a moment before I handed the other students their papers. "Has everyone now their sheets? Great, you have the rest of the lesson time to finish these papers. If you have questions raise your hand I will come and help you." I typed a bit on my laptop as my students did their paperwork, my eyes would every so often glance up and glance at Y/N seeing their fingers hold their pen and write on the paper. Some students raised their hands after a while, so I helped them, but every now and then I felt eyes staring at my boobs and my ass, when I searched for the pair of eyes that where following me, I found Y/N's, they were biting their lip while their eyes stayed on my body. I smirked to myself thinking about how to tease them, so when Leo, a student that sat Infront of Y/N's desk, raised his hand I made my way to him and bend besides him over the desk, so Y/N got a nice few of my ass. I explained Leo what he did wrong and how he could fix it when I felt a light pinch on my princess parts making me let out a gasp "are you okay miss Romanoff?" Leo asked. I cleared my throat and stood up "yes everything is alright. Now get back to work." I said and walked away not before glancing at Y/N again seeing them hold something under the table, which made me curious. I looked at the clock, when everyone finished their sheets, and saw that we had a half hour left till the lesson was over. "You finished earlier then I thought, class. Good work. I will tell you now your homework you need to do till Friday, you can start now if you want or go." I wrote the homework on the whiteboard and sat back on my desk watching some students leave and some others do the homework. I decided to go over some sheets when I felt Y/N staring at me, so I decided to stare back, they opened more buttons on their blouse making my eyes trail down to their veiny hand, I bite my lip and clenched my tights a bit together thinking about their hands on me. I saw Y/N shift in their seat while biting their lip too. Natasha no, you can't that's a student stop thinking about them fucking you! I thought to myself. Before I knew it the school bell rang and all students walked out of the classroom, expect Y/N. "Y/N do you mind coming here for a second? I need to ask you about something that you wrote on your sheets." Y/N made their way to me and stood Infront of my desk " yes Mrs. Roma-" "miss not Mrs." I interrupted them. "My apologies, Miss Romanoff." My eyes trailed down their body but freezing when they land on a big bulge in their pants. "Miss Romanoff? Are you okay?" 'Fuck it' I said to myself, getting wetter in my panties "come and stand besides mommy" I saw them standing there in shock making me smirk "don't make me ask again baby boy!" I said rolling my chair a bit away from my desk. They made their way besides me blushing. I trailed my hands down their chest "let Mommy give you a special treat for being a good boy for her." I opened their zipper, but not before getting Permission to do so. I pulled their pants and Boxershorts down before gasping at the sight from their big dick. "Fuck." I breathed out while my thumb rubbed over their tip. Y/N bite their lip "Mommy, please." I smirked before licking my lips, "Mommy will suck you off and then you are going to finger your mommy's pussy. Alright baby?" "Yes Mommy, I'll do anything." I smirked and kissed their tip before taking it in my mouth and swirling my tongue around their dick. I felt their hand go in my hair tugging on it slightly as I took more of them in my mouth. I sucked skillfully on their dick while massaging their balls a bit and my tongue travelling over their veins around their cock. I felt their grip on my hair tightening so I took their dick out of my mouth for a moment, they whimpered and looked down at me with pleading eyes " fuck my throat, baby boy." I said before taking their dick in my mouth again. I felt them pulling on my hair and moving their hips slightly, before going faster each second. I gagged a bit but took them deep down my throat humming as they pulled on my hair. "I'm close Mommy, please let me cum." I smirked and tapped their tight before feeling their cum dripping down my throat. I swallowed each drop before taking their dick out of my mouth. "Good boy." I said giving their tip a kiss.

#natasha romanoff #y/n x natasha #smut #student x teacher

[svetzzi]

knightklok stuff Is it headcanons or an au? I don’t know, but either way I sure as hell wrote about it.

Timeline: 1450’s-1480’s

Main Location: Pre-Sherborne/Sherborne, Sherborne Abbey Cathedral

Content Warnings: Character death, Christendom, religious fundamentalism, mentions of torture, mentions of social and systemic racism, mention of alcoholism.

Note: I subscribe to the implication that Dethklok, or even so the other people foretold in the prophecy, have been subjected to reincarnation for eons. Whether or not reincarnation is a normal aspect for everyone’s life-death cycle in the Metalocalypse universe is unknown to me as of writing this, but here I am making it certain for the pawns of the prophecy. Personally I find that the prophecy cave art in season 4,  the “ancient animal forms” from season 2 and onward, and the lyrics of Blazing Star are evidence for this notion. Every force included in the prophecy are doomed to their fates; despite being placed in deadly situations time and time again, they can make it out totally unscathed until their death. Said deaths may seem sudden or untimely on a surface level, but they are always decided by destiny or the universe (or perhaps The Devil if we lean more into the Satanic narrative). Here we see a version of Dethklok from their long line of reincarnations (that also happen to be ancestral to the present-day members), who had failed to fulfill the prophecy and thus had to die and start over.

If there are severe historical inaccuracies, then my apologies, I am not a buff and I made this for fun. If it helps to ease the pain at all, I am certain if this were to actually happen in the show, it would also be incredibly historically inaccurate.

I am also not Catholic, so some things may be wonky in that context as well.

Noah Eruption

Nationality: English / Roma

Weapon: Morningstar

The surname Eruption evolved to Explosion as the English language advanced.

His looks and demeanor forgave his non-chivalrous attitude, however being a man of few words made the public mistake him for chivalrous. Nonetheless his stature and steadfast fighting ability granted him both knighthood and the role of leader for the Sherborne Guard. Born in Canterbury, Noah traveled to Sherborne for personal independence and to no longer deal with those that knew of his mixed Romani bloodline. His morningstar was his closest companion.

Fled and retired to The Western Isles post-exile. In retirement he turned to cattle farming.

Death: Drowning (reason ruled unknown, speculated to be either suicide or accident)

Aengus “Picil (The Ruthless)” Barrel

Nationality: Irish 

Weapon: Dual-Wielded Scottish Dirks

The surname Barrel derives from his English grandfather’s favourite pub.

Picil, freeloader son of a shepherd, lived at his village’s pub. Of course, this habit kind of ruined his life and reputation within his hometown, however he did get some decent knife-tossing skills out of it. The pub eventually changed ownership, and consequently he was banned for being a pest. In some spark of clarity, the young man decided to start off on a clean slate. He packed a bottle for the road and headed for England (I reiterate short-lived clarity was mentioned, not intelligence). As a stumbling Irishman his time living there was incredibly difficult, but upon meeting Noah and Bishop Offgyrdd seemingly by coincidence he was “taken in,” so to speak.

And yes, his classic dirks slightly resemble penises, like God intended.

Fled to Wales post-exile.

Death: Went into the wood at night in a typical drunken stupor and was never seen again.

William “The Barbarian” “The Royal Guard’s Boil” “Barnacle Meat” Murdgruff

Nationality: English-Italian/Ethiopian (see Medieval Ethiopian Discovery of Europe) 

Weapon: Battle Axe

William Murdgruff fled from Italian slums as a young adult, in fear of further discrimination and possible death. He hid in a cart of hay bales and went wherever it took him. Sherborne did not treat him much better upon his arrival, even less so than expected, but the Bishop of the village saw his potential. Murdgruff then proved himself to be a merciless fighter, and with the strong persuasion of Bishop Offgyrdd, he was knighted by the Lord and assigned to the small guard sanctioned in that very town. An exchange was brought in return for his knighthood– that he would keep his appearance a secret from the public, as it would damage the church’s reputation. They even commissioned a custom helmet in order for him to fulfill such an order. He did as told, however that did not stop him from becoming the town’s punching bag due to how he held himself (and having the most non-chivalrous of attitudes, obviously). 

Fled to Germany post-exile.

Death: Tortured and Executed via Wheel at the beginning of The Werewolf Trials after fleeing to Germany.

Sigfrøðr / Sighfridh Swkigelf 

Nationality: Geat 

Weapon: Knightly Sword, though prefers Falchion

Irregular for the time and place, Sighfridh was born to closeted Heathen parents. Their Geatland patriotism imprinted onto him, but he found himself drawn to the Christian environment surrounding his family. Sighfridh saw himself not only in Odin, but in both the Lutheran and Catholic depictions of the Lord. In interest of visiting an authentic Roman Catholic cathedral, he decided to journey west. His stay in England was supposed to be temporary, especially after Toki began to accompany him on his journey, but finding good work with the Sherborne Guard (along with acclaim from all the English ladies…) Sighfridh stayed until the group’s exile.

Before England, Sighfridh was an ice harvester.

Returned to Scania post-exile.

Death: Disease of Totally Unknown Origin (it was definitely not syphilis).

Toki Wartúþr

Nationality: Norwegian/Norse

Weapon: Knightly Sword

(To my knowledge the name Toki has existed since like ~7th Century AD, so I find it perfectly sensible that the name Toki would be present multiple times throughout his family tree.)

He was a Sami boy adopted by Christian parents as a babe. Blessed with the spirit of death, his parents eventually blamed him for the unorthodox deaths of crops and farm animals, even if he was not tending to or near the area at the time of death. Their negative superstition surrounding their son grew more, soon blaming him for the rot of their food and the harsher winters. Believing him to embody the antichrist, they intended to kill him, but Toki found this out and escaped before they could execute their plan. He was a homeless wanderer for years, getting by on stolen goods and river water. It was when he ran into the traveling Sighfridh that Toki finally found some sort of path in life. To Sighfridh’s dismay, Toki was enamored with him and his journey, and so tagged along. 

Exiled.

Death: Murdered.

Bishop Offgyrdd

Nationality: English/Welsh

Weapon: Holy text, witchcraft, sabre

Under the guidance of his most trusted companion, Sherborne’s Archbishop, Offgyrdd was devoted to the underbelly of the church. He typically kept an eye out for any newcomers during the day, and was a transcriber at night. Before the mysterious and gruesome death of Canterbury’s Archbishop, Offgyrdd was– although emotionally distant– an average abbott. Even though transcribing was work for a lower monk, Offgyrdd happily took on the task for The Church of The Black Klok. The loose lips on the group of knights he brought together was ultimately his, their, downfall. From Sherborne Castle, the royal guard was demanded to put an end to this heresy, but they refused. Because they liked Offgyrdd. He was pretty nice to them after all, you know? Their Lord allowed for word— panic— to get out due to this. Reeves and the rest of the general public ended up taking matters into their own hands. The traitorous royal guard’s executions were debated. The enraged mob was still somehow infatuated with them, despite their association with witches. Out of fear of his own life, the Lord mercifully damned the knights to exile. After the beheading of the Archbishop, the last thing Offgyrdd saw was Noah watching his demise from among the crowd.

Thankfully, the actual Black Klok meeting grounds were never found by authorities. 

Death: Executed; burned at stake.

#I’m kinda forcing myself to post this #feels justified with how much time I put into it #I understand things aren’t fully fleshed out either so take it as you will #metalocalypse #fan art #svetzstuff #hope y’all like the art at least <3 #also thanks so much if you read all that..

[baileypie-writes]

~A Lesson on Organization~

Human!Shamour x Fem!Teacher!PrettyCure!Reader

Fandom: Go! Princess Precure

Relationship: Crush to romantic

Synopsis: You’ve been having a hard time staying organized. So, you decide to go to Shamour for help.

Warnings: Stress(Reader)

A/N ~ This wasn’t requested, but I really wanted to write for Shamour lol. Also, I used Google translate for the French words, so forgive me if any of it’s incorrect!

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Your shoes clacked quickly and loudly as you ran through the hallway. You knew that was against the rules, but there was no way you’d make it to class on time if you walked. You struggled to see ahead of you because of the large stack of papers you were carrying, adding to the risk.

You’re a teacher at Noble Academy. It’s been your dream job for a long time, so you’re over the moon to be able to teach here. You love your job, and all your students. And to your delight, the students seem to love you too.

But a few weeks ago, something happened that added a unique chapter to your life.

You became what’s called a “Pretty Cure”. From what you’ve learned, you transform into a princess, and fight monsters, which are born from people’s dreams being locked away. There’s a lot more to the story, but it’s been difficult to memorize. But luckily, your teammates, which also happen to be your students, have been a big help to you.

Unfortunately though, becoming a Pretty Cure has caused you to become less organized. And trying to get work done with no organization causes you to work a lot slower. So you’ve recently been late on a lot of things

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Your limited vision caused you to fail to see a slightly raised floorboard, and trip. You fell to the ground with a loud thud, and your papers went flying.

“Shoot! Now I’m definitely gonna be late!” You panicked, trying to pick up the papers as fast as possible.

“Miss (last name)! Are you okay?” A voice said from behind you. Turning your head, you saw that it was your student and teammate, Haruno Haruka.

“Hello, Haruka. Yes, I’m okay. I just tripped.” You assured her.

Haruka nealed next to you, and started picking up papers. “Here, let me help you!”

“Oh that’s okay. I’d rather me be late than you.”

“Oh no, I insist! A good princess always helps whenever she can!”

You smiled, and thanked her. Haruka was such a sweet girl, and she was so dedicated to her dream of becoming a princess.

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(Time Skip to the End of the Day)

The dismissal bell had just rang, and you said goodbye to your students. You flopped onto your chair, and let out a big, tired sigh. You and Haruka had just barely made it to class that morning, and that wasn’t even the most tiring part of the day.

“Woah. You look pretty beat.”

You jumped, not expecting a student to still be there. You opened your eyes, and saw your fellow Pretty Cures, Kirara, Minami, Haruka and Towa.

“Oh, hi girls. I thought you’d left.” You said.

“We stayed to check up on you.” Said Minami. “We’ve noticed that you’ve been having trouble staying on top of things ever since becoming a Pretty Cure, and that it’s messing with your schedule. Haruka told us what happened this morning, and we thought that you might need help.”

The other girls nodded in agreement.

“You girls are pretty observant. Yes, I am having trouble. But it’s mostly my fault. I’m afraid I let myself get disorganized.” You said, rubbing your temples.

Suddenly, Aroma, a bird-like fairy from the Hope Kingdom, flew in from the open window. “Well, this may just help with that-roma!” He said. In his feet, he carried the Lesson Pad.

You felt your heart start to race in excitement. Not just because the Lesson Pad would help you, but because there was a certain teacher what lives in it that you’re very fond of. Miss Shamour.

Your relationship with her was quite different than everyone else’s. You two often found yourselves flirting during and in between lessons. It’s safe to say that you have feelings for her, and you have a feeling she does too.

Aroma placed the pad on your desk. Knowing what to do, you picked up the stylus, and used it to summon Miss Shamour.

She appeared out of the Lesson Pad, and hopped off your desk, and onto the floor.

“Bonjour everyone.” She greeted, flipping one of pigtails. “What is it that you need teaching today?”

“I uh, need help getting organized. Ever since becoming a Pretty Cure, I’m behind on a lot of things.” You responded.

“Oh, non non non!” Shamour tutted, lightly smacking her paw-shaped wand in her hand. “That just won’t do! But not to worry! I, Miss Shamour, will help you get back on track! Lesson start!” And with that, you and Miss Shamour were sucked into the Lesson Pad.

Your vision focused, and you found yourself sitting in a desk. Miss Shamour was standing in front of you.

“Okay, first part of the lesson. You need to create un horaire, a schedule!” She waved her wand, and a chalkboard appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and some chalk along with it. She waved her wand again, and a piece of paper and a pencil spawned on your desk.

“One of the most important ways to stay organized as a teacher, is to organize your time!”

You mentally prepared yourself for the long road ahead. Miss Shamour was a strict teacher, but you very much enjoyed spending time with her. So you powered through the lesson.

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After what seemed like hours, Miss Shamour’s lesson proved affective. You had a schedule, and your papers and files were in labeled folders and binders. You felt a heavy weight lift off your shoulders.

“Congratulations, Miss (name). You’ve passed the lesson!”

You gave yourself a little cheer, almost causing you to drop all your folders. Miss Shamour pinched the bridge of her nose in slight disappointment, though she clearly found it amusing, as she was smiling.

“Oh my. Just what am I going to do with you?”

You laughed. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind, maybe you could give me another lesson sometime?”

She locked eyes with you, her tail swishing in curiosity. “Oui? And what might the topic of that lesson be”

“Oh, I dunno… maybe… how to ask a cool, cute, fellow teacher out on a date?” You asked shyly.

Shamour chuckled, clearly flattered by your date proposal. “Oui. Though that lesson may best be carried out in your world. How does Sunday sound to you, Miss (name)?” She flirted back.

Overjoyed, you leaned into her side, a way of hugging her without using your arms. “That sounds tre magnifique!”

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~~baileypie-writes

#pretty cure #precure #go princess precure #pretty cure x reader #precure x reader #go princess precure x reader #go princess precure shamour #precure shamour #precure shamour x reader #shamour x reader

[futbolfanficpunk]

The Coach

Player: Pep Guardiola Word count: 2,9k+ Summary: Reader is a fem football player who signs up for a 3-week summer clinics camp with Pep Guardiola and his staff. She starts developing feelings quickly for Pep, as she always had a crush on him. At a party on the last day of camp, while in a drunken state and feeling she has nothing to lose, she decides to confess her feelings. Warning: Angst, Smut, Infidelity Authors note: I had this in the back of my mind for a long time, so, I skipped over other stories I had started and wrote this as quickly as I could (which was not that quick at all, it got accidentally deleted halfway through writing, meh). I have the second part in my mind as well. I don't know if I'm ready to share it though, it goes against the sanctity of marriage HAHAHAHA

Edit: Part 2 Part 3

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Pep Team Summer Camp and Clinics for Professional Female Footballers. That was the title of the email you received from your agent, “You need to get on this! Let’s sign you up?” the body of the email said. You didn’t think twice. You loved the idea of working and learning from Pep Guardiola and you knew he was never going to coach a women's team. This was your chance. “Yes, sign me up!” Fucking Pep Guardiola, fucking Fc Barcelona player, your dream club. Villareal was an amazing club to play for, a growing team but Barca was your goal. Plus, you always thought Pep was charming and handsome, you always had a lil’ admiration crush on him, it would be cool to finally meet him.

On week one of the clinics, you were progressing and getting along with both staff and other players. You shared your room with a girl from As Roma’s team,Valentina, you would communicate in English because it was your only language in common. You had a good time with her, always chatting and joking around a bit before going to sleep. You spent your Sunday off together, went to the beach and around town in Barcelona, where the camp took place.

Pep had already noticed you that week, you saw him staring at you in the last two days and had his staff come to give you extra challenges or exercises, and had them pass the info back to him. You only talked to him twice, you think both times you held your breath the entire time you weren’t talking. By the end of week one, he asked to have a private meeting with you, he wanted to see what type of person you were, your goals, your drives and passions. You spent 30 minutes talking, he was really easy to talk to, his dry sense of humor and sarcasm had you cracking up and you learned that you both like cinema. You told him about your Italian movie collection, he liked Spanish and indy American movies.You told him who your favorite players of all time were. You told him your goal was to end up at Barcelona, play at the Camp Nou and win titles so that eventually you could also get a spot in the National Team. The whole summer clinic camp, if not worth for the footballing value, had been just worth it to have this time with Pep. You found that you actually really like who he was and that made him even more attractive in your eyes. You had noticed the lil’ mannerism he had and made him more likable. You replayed your conversation over and over in your mind during the next couple of days. You didn’t know why, mainly fangirling, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about it.

On week two Pep was now talking to you directly during the session at the end of the day of the day, where you would have mini games in groups of 7s. He would call you to give your instructions or correct something you had done, most of the time he would be animated and loud and touched you when talking to you to enphasize what he was saying. Sometimes he would talk closer to your ear, especially when it was a correction, he would be so close to your ear you could feel a bit of his hot breath hitting you, his Catalan accented words floating into your ears. By the third day he was calling you to give you instructions your already agitated heart would skip when he signaled for you to come, and when he was talking to you while you nodded you felt your nipple harden and you core get warm, you almost zoned out to concentrate on his tone coming to your ears “Y/A, you understand, yes?” he asked

“Yes, coach”. You knew thoseinteractions weren't anything special, nor reserved for you, he did it with a few players, the best ones, you could tell that was the dynamic of the clinics. Your teammates were talented players and you were proud to be considered one of the best among them. You were 23, you weren't one of those freaks who were already stars at 21 like Claudia Pina, but you knew you could be great, amazing, if you kept working and fighting for it. Pep seemed to agree.  “Real good work today, kid” he said at the end of the session on the fourth day of the second week and gave you a big hug with a few pats on your back, “Thank you, coach” you said as you side-hugged him back and smiled. “Keep it up” he said while walking away and complementing other players.

By the third and final week you felt that Pep was closer to being a colleague or a friend than just a coach, he had the chance to talk to him with other players and staff during lunches. They all joked around, and shared stories. You couldn't stop smiling when he was around, he probably just thought you were a person who always smiled for no reason. Two days before the last day he took you aside for two minutes to give you praises on your game intensity, pass progression and for trying to score more as he had asked you. You smiled the whole time not only with your mouth but with your eyes, you were sure you were glowing or blushing, just didn’t know which one. “Thank you, Pep, these past three weeks have been so amazing, a real learning experience and an honor. It has helped my confidence and I’ll try to keep working on everything you pointed out”, “Good” he said and put his arm around you “Keep working, you got this Y/N. You’re good, don’t doubt it” and gave you a lil pat on the shoulder. You wanted to hug him and kiss his face right there,your crush was peaking, but you just smiled and nodded because you weren’t a crazy person, you were a professional. 

The Saturday after the last day of the camp, there was a big party at a beach hotel’s event room for all the girls, staff and coaches to say good bye and party together. You partied with Valentina and other girls. There was food and booze. You had one more drink than you should have. You started having stupid thoughts, like maybe you should tell Pep about your crush on him. You probably won’t see him ever again, anyway, and that way you could live with yourself and not be horny and crushing around an older guy. You had a thing for older men, you always did. You had dates a 35 year old and a 42 year old. This was not a surprise. The surprise was you wanting to act on such a fucking crazy idea. You took a last sip of your drink and told the girls that you would be right back. You looked for Guardiola everywhere. You couldn’t find him, so you asked one of the coaching staff and they told you to check by the beach. You went out to the beach and there he was, barefoot holding his sneakers with one hand, looking at the waves crashing into the sand while walking.

“Pep” you shout

“Y/N” he responded”Is everything ok?”

“Yes, fantastic” you said while sloppy walking closer to him and slightly slurring your words. 

“What’s up?” He inquired

“Nothing, just came to talk to you” you answered

“With me? What about?”

“You”

“What do you mean?”

“Well” you sighed “I have something to tell you, and it’s kinda silly but I thought since we’re probably not seeing each other in person again or possibly in years, and I’m druuunk, that I would”

“Oh, fuck”

You laugh. 

“It’s worse for me, coach” 

When you got ready for this party, you got dressed for him, your cute short blue dress with silver jewelry, girly makeup. You’ve seen his wife, she’s adorable. You weren’t going to compete but you were going to show off just in case you could get him to notice you.

“Go on’ he said crossing his arms

“Pep, I’m glad I’ve had this opportunity to work with you over the past weeks. But I have to say that I found that you were not only a good coach, but also such a fun person to be around and I like you a lot”

“You make it sound like liking someone as a colleague is a bad thing”

“Because I’m saying that I have a crush on you, guapo”

He laughs while you frown like a little girl “How old are you again, Y/N?” he asked

“23” you shot back” “Well, my wife and I have been together 22 years, you know that?”

“I didn’t but I’m not asking you to marry me or anything,” you said while tucking your hair behind your ear “ I just wanted to tell you -- I just wanted you to know that I’m crazy about you and that maybe if you like me back, just a little bit, you should kiss me before we never see each other again” you finished saying while surprising yourself on how you got the cojones to tell him. “You are out of your mind. I could be your dad and you’re telling me all these things?” “I’m not a lil’ girl, and I don’t care that you’re older than me. I've been with older men before” “You’re drunk and you know what? Don’t go back to the party, just go back to your hotel room”

“but Pep–”

“I said go back to your hotel room, NOW” he said in a voice you had never heard from him. “Fuck” you muttered in frustration while you went back to the hotel to go straight to your room. Once in your bedroom, you calmed down. The adrenaline rush was gone and you realized what you had done. You couldn't do anything except cry, not out of rejection but out of complete embarrassment. You quietly drunk-cried until you fell asleep. 

When you wake up, your roommate was almost already packed.  Your head is throbbing. She said “I’m leaving for the lobby in 5 minutes, but I’ll see you there. Won’t leave until we say good-bye. Va bene?”

“Okay, Vale” you said while rubbing your eyes and went straight for the shower. After getting dressed, taking an aspirin for the hangover, and putting on some makeup, you went to organize your bags. You were trying to finish packing up when someone knocked on your door. You were wondering if your silly roommate left her card-key she needed for the checkout.

You open the door saying, “Did you leave you card-key, silly?”

And there he was, Pep Guardiola with a very serious look on his face.

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were Valentina” you said

“Can I come in to talk?” he asked

“Yea, sure but I’m finishing up packing” you quickly replied

You were scared shitless and embarrassed to see him again but also excited, wondering what exactly he wanted to say. You let him in, and go back to your bed to continue packing up your things.

“I just came to make sure you were okay because you were really drunk last night,” said Pep once in “and said some crazy things.”

“I’m okay, just have a nasty headache” you said while you finished putting the last piece of clothing away in your bag “and I wasn’t saying crazy things,” you turned to look at him “I was telling you the truth”.

If you learned anything from being with guys over 35 years old is that they appreciate directness and love confidence. And even if you were nervous right at that moment,you weren’t going to act like it. He was here, and that was a win. 

“Well, putting your inappropriate comments aside, I hope we can maintain a professional relationship and I wish you the best. I’ll see you in the lobby” he said

“No” you said

“No, What?” 

“ You didn’t come down to my room just to say this little line, Did you?I call bullshit. You could’ve said those exact same words in the lobby or anywhere else but my room”

“ Are you accusing me of something?”

“ I’m accusing you of being intrigued,” you said while getting closer and pressing your fingers on his light training jacket “ I’m saying, maybe you like me”

“You have a lot of nerve”

“Then why haven’t you said no, Pep?”

“No to what?”

You grin and let out a chuckle, he is playing dumb and you know it, he’s into this. You take one more step forward so that’s no space between you two while he stares at you like he wants to kill you for tempting him.

 “To me” you pull his jacket toward you and press your lips against his. He wrapped his hands around your arms with little strength to push you back but his hands melted there and his lips kissed you back. You pull back a bit to get your hands on his face to cup his cheeks and kiss him again with your mouth a bit open to fit his upper lip in between yours. He started to kiss you back with his mouth open as he pulled you towards him while holding your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you met his with yours. You placed your hands on his shoulder as the kiss became more intense, you could hear his agitated breathing. You wanted him. You weren’t sure how far you could take it as people were waiting for you both but you didn’t care. You pulled slightly away from his mouth, took his hands, and guided him down your ass, “Touch me, please”, he just stared at you, pupils dilated, and did as you said. You kissed his olive-tone neck as he fondled your ass. You went for his mouth again and your hands went down his torso to explore his pants. Your hands found his hard member and rubbed on top of it through his clothes. He groaned into your mouth while your tongue danced with his. You wanted him to feel how much you wanted him, so you parted from the kiss, pulled the elastic from your joggers and panties out to make space for his hand, and with your other hand pulled his hand into your in-between “Feel me” you instructed. He rubbed the folds of your wet core with his fingers while he bit his lips, drawing big circles around your core, it made you so excited you let out a small moan. “How are you this wet? He asked while looking at your moany mouth.“I told you before, I like you, a lot. I want you” you said in a breathless voice as you kissed his chin and neck.

He took this hand out of under your clothes and backed up with a concerned look on his face “We can’t do this”

“Why not? You’re here, aren’t you?” you said while reaching for his arm “you aren’t going to leave me high and dry, are you? You asked in a whiny voice and a pout, but internally you were getting ready to be rejected because you had seen doubt in his expression.

“This is a line I’m not ready to cross, dear” he as he crosses his arms across his chest “I have a family, y/n, I’ve lost control as it is”

“I’m glad you did, though”

“I’m sure” he sighs “I’m going to go the lobby before I do anything else that I will regret”

“Can I have one more, please?”

“One more?”

“Kiss”

He came over to you, held your face, and placed a soft kiss on top of your lips. You smiled with your eyes closed and whispered “Thank you”

He let out a small incredilous chuckle “You’re cute” he let go of you and said with intensity that defines him “but this ends here. We’re not going to talk about this, you’re not going to contact me. This is something that’s not happening again. Understood?”

“Yes, coach” you replied, because even though you wanted  to challenge him you know he was serious and you should leave it.

“Good luck with everything” he said as he turned around towards the door

“Hey, Guardiola”

“What?

“Smell your fingers” you said while giggling

“Fuck you” he said with a chuckle

He closed the door behind him and you did a little dance in your room and giggled. You let your body slam into the bed. You sighed and touched your lips trying to trace where he had just kissed you. You couldn’t believe it. You actually kissed him, you touched him and he touched you. He was the oldest man you ever had kiss, but probably the most intense of them all. You were warm and fuzzy. How did you pull this off? You thought to yourself.

Valentina gave you a hug near the entrance of the hotel lobby “You took forever! I almost left without saying good-bye”

“I know, sorry! Had to reorganize my bag because I couldn’t close it, and my backpack was full too! But keep in touch and best of luck in Roma, maybe I can visit you sometime”

“Good luck to you too. And text me, you bitch”

“I swear I will” you said and laughed. 

You look around to see if you could see him one more time before you leave for the one week you have left to actually go on vacation before pre-season starts. You did see him, he was saying goodbye to some of the coaching staff, you stared for a lil’ too long and he noticed and looked back. You mouthed off a “bye” and waved. He waved in your direction and immediately kept talking to the people around him. You sighed and left for the airport.

A month into your pre-season with Villareal you were still thinking about Pep and often. You never tried to contact him, but you thought of all the things you would say if you could see him again, you thought about the hotel and the way he kissed you. You had done well during the pre-season, you were disciplined, and were always in the starting eleven. Outside the pitch, you weren’t being too crazy, you only acted out during your one-week vacation in San Sebastian, where you made out with a divorced 30-year-old guy you met at a tapas bar and ended up bar hopping with him. You were chasing the feeling that kissing Pep gave you but it wasn’t even close. Your phone vibrated and you got a notification from a phone you didn’t recognize, it was really late but you weren't sleepy and watching a series.

 

You included a picture from your personal trainer's gym you had taken that week. You didn't care if it seemed you were trying hard. You were always going to shoot your shot. He heart-reacted to it but didn't text back. You knew then; he's thinking about you too, even if he's too afraid to admit it. That made you happy.

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[spamano-fanfiction-recs]

Between Heaven and Hell

This is a collection of spamano fanfics with demons, priests, angels, and religious themes. If you've been craving some of that catholic guilt in fanfiction, this is definitely a place to go.

To note: anything written in red contains smut, anything written in green contains content warnings, but not smut. Only finished fics are recommended here. Always check the tags and description on the individual fic, don't read anything just to criticise the author, and I hope you have a good reading!

Demonic:

Seven Deadly Sins by TheFreakZone: Lovino moves into a house, and soon finds out he's not alone – he's rooming with seven demons each representing one of the deadly sins. At the same time, he has a crush on this guy, Antonio...

Devil!Toni and SexyBaker!Lovi by Vodka112: Title kinda says it all. Antonio is a demon, Lovino is a sexy baker. What more do you want from me?

Three Hundred Years by SnowyWolff: Antonio is a demon and Lovino is a witch. Over the course of three hundred years, their relationship changes.

Seven Devils by flavio-sexual: Lovino is frequently possessed by demons as a child, and Antonio tries to help him. It's horror.

Unholiest of Nights by killerkitty15: There's a demon inside of Lovino (again), and he's tried to make it leave, but Antonio won't leave. Contains attempted rape (not between spamano), gore, character death, and horror.

The Contract by BlueFlamePy: Captain Antonio has picked up a demon, and wants this demon to help him gain glory and immortality.

Ecclesiastical:

Amo atque credo by StarsMadeinHeaven: Lovino is a priest who doesn't believe in God. Antonio is a roma who believes in God, but doesn't believe in priests. I'M STILL BRAINROTTING OVER IT. Mild smut.

Gifts by LimitlessReach (orphan_account): Lovino and Father Antonio are up to things they probably shouldn't be doing.

Temptatio by Sixteen clumsy and shy: Lovino is a priest accused of sodomy, and is interrogated by head inquisitor Antonio. Also contains noncon and torture. I wouldn't say it's hot exactly, but it is wellwritten. Really gets into the headspace of someone who is rapidly losing things they didn't even know they could lose.

Demons and Priests:

Possessed by LimitlessReach (orphan_account): Antonio is a demon, and hypnotises the priest Lovino.

I Can't Ignore you, I'd Do Anything For You by gloomcoyote: Here we have the exact opposite! Antonio is the priest, and Lovino really doesn't like when you say God.

Sins of the Innocent by orphan_account: Same premise as above, except there's five whole chapters of it!

Be aware that all of these straddle a fine line of dubcon because of demons and humans, and if that bothers you, don't click them.

Angelic:

Glorious Angelus by Black.Rose.Authoress: Antonio is visited by an angel named Lovina.

I Don't Hate You by BlueFlamePy: Lovino and his brothers are angels and have been sent to Earth for a mission, but they meet a group of dark angels, and one of them takes a bit of a liking to Lovino. Although it contains smut, it's only in chapter four (gerita) and the very last chapter (spamano).

Demons and Angels:

Tomatina Angel by GlassSerendipity: Christina (nyo Romano) is too bad for an angel, and Antonio is too good for a demon. As one tries to save souls and the other tries to doom them, they fall in love. Contains character deaths (that's how the characters become angels and demons), torture and one very non-graphic attempted sexual assault (not spamano).

Demons, Angels, and Priests:

A Divided Cross Path by Kin Siofra: Lovino and Feliciano are priests after their grandfather died, but Lovino starts seeing an angel named Antonio – and suddenly, there's also a devil named Antonello hanging around him. Yes, there are two Spains. Content warnings for character deaths, and non-graphic child abuse.

Religious Themes:

Bless Me, Father by plump_thighs: Antonio goes to confess his sins to a priest. But you have to be sorry for it to count.

All of Our Sins by Terminally Introverted: Lovino and Feliciano attend confirmation classes under their group leader Antonio. Lovino and Antonio slowly realise this church in particular is a very awful place. Warnings for homophobia, religious guilt and trauma, self harm, attempted suicide, and a bit of an age gap (Lovino is 17, Antonio is in his early 20s).

Not a Sin by ChibiDevil098: Romano has pushed his feelings for Spain away for centuries, but one Christmas Eve, Spain returns, and reassures him that what they feel is not a sin.

Confessional Ambush by Stripes93: Romano is trying to confess, but his boyfriend Antonio is on the other side of the curtain instead of the priest.

Don't Tempt Me by Reda: Romano has chosen a very particular thing (person) to give up for Lent this year.

Visiting the Pope by RomaNatty: Romano and Veneziano are supposed to introduce themselves to the new pope, and they bring their boyfriends. It does not go well. For the pope, that is.

Raised in Penance by cuneifire (orphan_account): Romano prays for his sins to be forgiven.

Hallelujah by AntheaAnonymous: Lovino and Antonio go to the same church, and can't get their eyes off of each other. Contains the most PG-13 sex scene, it is so PG-13 that I don't think it needs to be red.

Accept Surrender by stardropdream (orphan_account): Smut with religious guilt.

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[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Brotherly Love

Short story

Prompt: 8 "Sleep at my place tonight."

Warnings: Crowded room.

@mxtokko requested: "It could be a cute sibling moment between jason and y/n or with jon cuz i just think their interractions are cute ! Doesnt really matter to me wich one it is :D"

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*following the events of chapter eight.*

Damian.

Damian and you were on better terms. He had apologized. He was going to your brother again.

But, he would have to work his way back up to be where you and Jason were. Attached at the hip. Almost knowing exactly what the other is thinking. In tune with each other. Trusting of each other.

Damian and Jon were currently having an intense debate over the Star Wars movies. What specifically? You don't know.

However, you and Jason were just watching people waltz around the crowded room. You were tucked under his arm, hugging his waist. One of his hands was holding onto your shoulder, and the other was holding his drink.

"Boring, huh?" He spoke.

"Yes." You sighed, causing Jason to chuckle.

His teal eyes looked down at you. He sees so much of himself in you that it almost hurts.

He watched as you tried to cover up a large yawn. "Sleep at my place tonight." He told you. "It's closer."

"Are you sure?" You questioned, looking back up at him.

"I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want you to." He smiled down at you, and you quickly mimicked the action. Jason silently looked back up in front of himself, continuing to gaze at the people around the room. You did the same.

"Do you wanna sleep over?" Jon's voice came from nowhere. You quickly looked at him then around the room, wondering where your Damian had gone.

"I'm staying with Jason...how did you not just hear that." You said, referring to his super-hearing.

"There's a lot of people in here." He whined.

"Don't you live a state over?" You asked.

"So?"

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I really hope you like this, babe.♡

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[philsmeatylegss]

The hardest lesson you will learn if you are interested in learning about Nazi Germany: so may people posting content about it are actual Nazis

No seriously if anyone is starting to get into WWII/Third Reich history, it is so easy to be indoctrinated because the main message a lot of Nazis spit now is that Hitler was bad and the SS were bad, but everyone else was chill.

And it’s hard to realize the narrative they’re spitting is wrong unless you know a lot going into it.

I have been watching a dude called “TIKhistory” the last few days on youtube and something felt off about his takes, but a lot of them had at least some plausible deniability and enough factual information that I thought it was still worthwhile.

I just start watching another video from this dude with the title “The REAL Reason why Hitler HAD to start WW2” which is an insane title and caught my attention. And then my answer was given by the first five mins of his video when I realized this dude was, at the least, a wehraboo, and at most, an actual Nazi.

Pretty much any non-Nazi historian agrees that Hitler started WWII because 1) he wanted to conquer Europe 2) he wanted “Lebensraum,” aka living space for “Aryans.” Where German people, with no Jewish or Roma people present, can have ample space to live.

You know why most non-Nazi historians agree on this? Because Hitler fucking said this. In his literal book. That everyone read.

WWII was declared by the Allies when Germany invaded Poland for LeBeNsRaUm. Yes, Germany never wanted to fight Britain. You know why? 1) they were white enough 2) a fucking ocean kept them apart. They wanted all of Europe + Soviet Union. That is why WWII started.

See how quick it was to get to that point? Fucking TIKhistory’s video is forty five minutes long. That’ll happen when your point is horeshit and also not true.

Hitler started WWII. All of the generals and higher ups at least knew of the Holocaust and most perpetrated their own massacres for shits and giggles. The Nazi army wasn’t really that great, they just knew how to play the cards in the circumstances they were in (they used horses a fuck ton. You don’t see it because a lot of documentaries use footage from Nazi propaganda in which they weren’t recorded). These are all basic facts for non-Nazis. So warning that if anyone you meet challenges those three facts, they probably are a Nazi

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