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[tacticaltaxonomist]

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The new layout it a whole mess. Thankfully Xkit can already help with a bunch of this! I'm sure it'll give more options soon.

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(I have marked in red what can be removed. The tabs can be set not to stick, so you will really only see them at the top of your dash. Empty box on the left for hidden notifications and shop sparkle, i just didn't have any. I'm EU so no Live for me).

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[eswel]

The Gojo memorial: the whole story

You may already seen that here in Chile people created a shrine in the subway in order to honour Satoru Gojo. I'll try to recreate the entire chain of events as far as I could gather in social media for everyone's convenience, so you can read about the whole thing in just one post. Buckle up, because we're in for a ride, this story is really good. More under the cut.

Thursday (september 21)

There was an advertisement by Crunchyroll promoting the series at some subway stations. A few people decided to bring some flowers and messages as offering to the character.

(Source)

The thing started to quickly escalate and soon more people started to leave messages, flowers and candles.

I remember seeing a picture of someone from the staff of Metro cleaning the offerings with a broom. I tried to search for it now, but I can't find it anymore. It got buried by the flood of tweets.

*Edit* I found the picture. Someone shared it again.

Friday (september 22)

The next day the memorial became huge. You may think that people were being serious about the whole thing of setting a memorial , but most messages and drawings were humourous. A few of them:

"Steal the sky"

"Paradise won an angel"

"The sky is bluer because of your eyes"

"Fly high"

"The moon will be more beautiful with you up there"

"You'll be the brightest star"

"You broke my heart in two"

"Exorcise the sky"

"You gave everything, my king"

"Gojo lives"

There was even drawings making fun of what happened to him. People patched him up with band-aids and tape. Well, that's our kind of humour, we chileans can have a dark sense of humour.

(Source)

Even some people in cosplay showed up.

In the late hours of the day, the security guards started to dismantle the shrine, just like the previous day. Then they were assigned to custody the advertisement.

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Saturday (september 23)

The next morning Metro changed their minds and allowed the messages and drawings, but they said that candles were forbidden, because they're dangerous. Understandable.

The event had started to make it to the online versions of the news media, but also in the print version for it appeared on the front page of one of the major newspapers. They dedicated 3 pages surrounding the whole thing. One for the memorial itself, one for the cultural importance of the religious practice known as "animitas" and one for the social impact of anime.

(Source)

The shrine continued to grow and people started to leave other offerings like sunglasses and even gummies and chocolates. You see, in our culture when people set up animitas usually they leave things that the person liked. I've never seen this anime and I don't know the character. Does he likes candy? You guys tell me.

(Source)

Sunday (september 24)

By the time I'm writing this post is sunday. I heard the rumour that Crunchyroll called Metro to retire the advertisement, but I cannot confirm if this is true or not. Also, I have the feeling that the whole situation can even appear on TV, considering that we have 2 TV channels dedicated solely to anime, but that would be on monday. We'll see. If I see any new development in the saga of the Gojo memorial I'll update this post.

UPDATE:

Part 2

Part 3

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #personal random ideas

[alyswritings]

Request: Jj x sister (15 years old) reader where they get into a huge argument and don’t talk for a few days but then he sees someone bullying her and defends her which helps them make up at the end:))

Y/N walks past her brother on the way to the kitchen, the two still giving each other the cold shoulder since their fight almost a week ago. Y/N doesn't even remember what started the fight that quickly escalated into regretful things being said.

Y/N grabs a couple of granola bars before grabbing her bag and leaving.

- - -

Y/N is at her locker, her backpack almost falling off her shoulder as she also tries to balance the few books in her arms while trying to open her locker.

Y/N jumps when her backpack is yanked away from her.

"Hey--" She turns, only for the books and binder to be slapped out of her grasp.

"Fucking idiot." One of the boys remarks making the group of the three kids laugh. The other boy opens her backpack and dumps all of the contents out.

"Awww... this your homework? So studious." The girl remarks.

"Could you just--" Y/N reaches for her stuff.

"Ah, ah." The boy with red hair puts his hand on her head, shoving her back. "Relax, freak."

"There a problem here?" They all turn as JJ walks up, glaring at the trio.

"Nah, it's none of your business, man." The guy with brown hair chuckles.

"Actually, it kind of is." JJ grabs the guy's shirt and slams him against the lockers, the brunette boy groaning in pain. "Cause she's my little sister and you are definitely fucking with the wrong girl."

"Chill out, dude." The girl tells him.

JJ shoves the boy away from him and turns to the three.

"You guys wanna pick on somebody? Pick on me. Touch her again and you're not gonna like what happens next." JJ sneers. "Pick on somebody your own fucking ages."

"It's not our fault she's an easy target. I mean, she's a weak, little freak." The redhead laughs. JJ lets out a humorless laugh before punching the boy and he yells in pain.

"You wanna say that again?" JJ growls.

"Fuck off, psycho." The redhead mutters, rushing off, his friends close behind.

JJ huffs, rolling his eyes. He shakes his hand out, turning to Y/N who is kneeling down and picks up the stuff that fell out of her backpack. JJ quietly sighs and he crouches down, helping her pick everything up. They both silently work on refilling her backpack.

JJ hands Y/N her binder last.

"Thanks." She mutters, grabbing her notebooks.

"You all right?" JJ asks.

"Fine." She says.

"How long has this been going on?" JJ asks.

"Since the beginning of the year." Y/N quietly informs.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" JJ asks as she stands up.

"Well, I considered it, but... I didn't want you getting suspended for a fight or some shit. And after last week, I wasn't sure you'd care anyway." Y/N remarks, turning to her locker.

JJ takes the stuff out of her hands so she can easily open her locker.

"Look, I..." JJ heavily sighs.

"You what?" Y/N asks.

"I'm sorry." JJ tells her.

"You're what?" She asks.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry for everything about that fight. All of it." JJ tells her. "It got blown out of proportion and I said a lot of shit I didn't mean... and I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too." Y/N says. "I also said a lot of hurtful, false things. So, uh... sorry."

"Forgiven." JJ says. "And I'm...?"

"Forgiven." She assures.

"Sweet." He smiles. "And you never have to doubt if I care or not cause I just fought off three little jackasses."

"Yeah. Thank you, again." Y/N says.

"No problem. Besides, the only person ever allowed to call you a fucking idiot or little freak, it's gonna me." JJ grins, lightly hitting her on the head with her notebooks.

"Shut up." Y/N shoves and he laughs.

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[luvhughes43]

devil i know | trevor zegras x reader

suki waterhouse masterlist - luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

note: this is part 2 to nostalgia

summary: trevor finds out yn is engaged, and things escalate

lyrics: "i'm okay with history repeating, tell me i'm the one you can't forget"

"back in hell, at least i'm comfortable. need your body when my fire's cold. hand to heart, i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know, the devil i know"

word count: 2.4k

you haven't seen, talked, or checked any of Trevors socials in a while. you moved on. you were engaged to a nice man, and you dutifully accepted his promises of forever. 

your fiance wasn’t like Trevor at all. he was home all the time, he didn’t prioritize anything above you, and you knew he wouldn’t just leave you as soon as he got his dream offered to him. but he also wasn’t the good parts of Trevor either. he didn’t try hard to make you laugh, he didn’t shout out his i love yous for all your friends to hear, and worst of all, he didn’t make you feel those butterflies that everyone tells you to watch out for. you knew you were supposed to go for the guy that makes you feel calm, like your fiance. but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want those butterflies that only Trevor could make you feel back.

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Trevor wasn’t going to lie, he did keep some tabs on you. although he didn’t follow you on instagram anymore, his friends did and when there was a major life update they’d update him. It all started with them updating him on your wellbeing, knowing that Trevor was upset with how he broke things off. 

but you knew better. you shouldn’t have messaged him back, especially with your fiance laying asleep right next to you.

Instagram dms

trevorzegras Hey yn… I know it's been awhile but I just wanted to check up on you

y/nuser why? It's been years…

trevorzegras I've just been thinking a lot about us lately

trevorzegras I’m really sorry about how I handled things. I should've tried harder for us

y/nuser you didn't try at all. you literally broke up with me and kicked me out. we didn't even have a proper talk about it.

trevorzegras I know and that’s all on me. I’m sorry

…

trevorzegras Can I see you?

you shouldn’t have opened the first message, but you definitely shouldn’t have responded. And now here you were, debating on whether or not you should go see Trevor. A man you haven't seen in years… your dms with Trevor still lit up your screen, providing you with the light to see the man sleeping peacefully next to you. 

…

y/nuser when would you be able to meet up?

trevorzegras Are you still living in michigan?

y/nuser yes. i live about 40 minutes from the lake house

trevorzegras I can be in mich by the beginning of May

y/nuser I’ll see you then

i'm okay with history repeating, tell me i'm the one you can't forget

“what are we having for dinner?” your fiance asked as he thumped down the staircase. you were fixing your makeup in the living room mirror, getting ready to go meet up with someone you shouldn't. 

“i'm going out, remember?” you asked, turning around so you could fully face your fiance.

“uh, right. with the girls?” he questioned. 

“yeah. we’re going to go hit the bars so i might be home late. You don't have to wait up,” you turned back to the mirror, capping your tube of lipstick and moving on to scrutinise your hair. Trevor always told you he liked it up, so you grabbed an elastic and tried to figure out a style you could quickly do. 

“right. well maybe I'll just order take out or something?” his statement took on a questioning tone and you lightly sighed. 

“yeah that sounds like fun. maybe you can finish that show we’re watching, what's it called again?” you said flippantly, hoping to find something that could distract him from asking too many questions. although you knew there was nothing for him to question you about (it wasn’t unusual for you to go out with your friends) it felt different this time knowing who you were going to meet up with. 

“The White Lotus?” he supplied, but then quickly added “it’s not the same without you. it’d be traitorous to watch without you”. you cringed at the word traitorous but quickly covered it up as you knew he could see your reflection from the mirror.

“maybe you could start a new show?” you stated in a lighter tone “you can tell me all about it when I get back,” you turned around smiling at your fiance. he smiled back and moved over to the couch to find something on the tv. he seemed pleased for the moment and so you decided to make your escape.

“I’ll see you later,” you waved to him from the front door as you gathered the rest of your belongings needed for the trip. 

“no kiss goodbye?” he pouted, causing you to smile. 

“goodbye” you teased, dragging the last syllable out for emphasis. “bye!” he shouted as you shut the door behind you. 

the drive was short, and soon enough you were standing outside of Trevors rental house, unsure of whether or not you should go through with meeting him. you were convinced earlier that you should, but with the deception of your fiance… you felt guilty for what you were about to do.

Trevor opened the door, giving you no more time to question and let yourself be consumed by the fresh waves of guilt washing over you. 

the first thing you noticed when you saw Trevor was his smile. you don’t know what you expected, but he looked the same. he was more grown up of course, but seeing him ignited everything you ever felt for him inside of you. you felt the pain, the heartbreak, and of course the longing and loving that came with being so close to him for so many years. 

“do you want to come in?” Trevor asked in a low tone, momentarily startling you. you nodded in response, and he moved aside to let you in. closing the door shut behind you.

you spent most of the time just talking on his couch. you had gotten the tense apology out of the way, and you couldn’t believe how quickly you were forgiving him. 

“I just think it’s interesting how now-” Trevor leaned over mid sentence, cutting you off with his lips on your own. you didn't pull back, but you didn’t react either, letting Trevor decide how things would go. he pulled away slightly, a soft apology leaving his lips but you couldn’t hear anything.

lust and longing clouded your vision as you pulled him back to you, arm slung around his shoulders as the other lightly caressed his jaw. as soon as you kissed him you started remembering just how Trevor felt before, how often you two would be in situations just like this… how much you had missed him when he left. 

you woke up in the morning in the airbnb bed. 

“good morning” Trevor said lightly as he brushed one of his hands along your hair that was now out of its updo. 

“good morning,” you whispered back as you sat up in bed taking in your surroundings. yours and Trevors clothes were strewn around the room. your body felt on fire once you came to recollect last night's events.

fiance💍🤍: You haven't texted me an update

fiance💍🤍: Are you staying the night with one of the girls?

fiance💍🤍: Message me when you wake up. I love you

you shut your phone back off and groaned. 

“Is that your…” Trevor started but trailed off, becoming aware of what you both have just done the night before.

“my fiance? yeah…” the two of you said nothing, looking away from each other and the mess that littered the bedroom floor.

you quickly got up and ready. 

“please don’t go,” Trevor pleaded as you stood in the entry with one hand on the doorknob. you quickly dropped your hand. 

“i can’t stay Trev i have a fiance at home and-”

“leave him. just stay with me, please” he pleaded, reaching out a hand to grip yours. you didn’t push him away.

there was a brief silence, “tell me i’m the one you can’t forget” you cut through it. 

“what?” Trevor asked in shock, glancing up to look at your face.

“tell i’m the one person you can’t forget” you basically pleaded, no sense of pride left in your body.

“i can't forget you yn. i haven’t and i won't” he said, moving to stand less than a foot away from you. he leaned down so his forehead was resting against yours and you both sighed out. 

“i’ll see you soon, okay?” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. Trevor nodded slightly, pulling his head away from yours and leaving a small kiss on your forehead. he watched you walk away.

"back in hell, at least i'm comfortable. need your body when my fire's cold”

after the first time, you snuck out to meet Trevor multiple times throughout his stay in michigan. things gt tricky with him leaving the airbnb about a week into your rendezvous and moving into the hughes lake house for the summer, but you made it work.

you felt sick admitting it, but you were comfortable with the routine you and Trevor had created. The guilt from sneaking off into the night soon turned into pleasure, and your love for your fiance turned into something meaningless. the vow you were supposed to take in a few short months meaning absolutely nothing to you.

It was one stupid comment made about dress shopping from one of your friends. your fiance had overheard and agreed. he was actually nervous for you. the fact that you might not have your perfect dress weighed heavily on his mind as he kept pestering you to make various appointments at different bridal shops. 

you had tried on about twenty dresses, none of them looking or feeling right. you felt absolutely miserable. the weight of the fabric weighing heavily on your body as the secret you’ve been keeping from you soon-to-be husband weighed on your mind. 

“yn come on, this one looks beautiful on you!” your best friend expressed as your entourage soon became tired of waiting and watching you try on different dresses just for you to reject them.

you smiled lightly in the mirror, letting your hands trail down the dresses bodice and onto the skirt. it would have been perfect if this was what you wanted at all.

“why are you marrying him?” Trevor asked one night. you had your head on his shirtless chest, arm wrapped around him in a makeshift hug.

you tensed at his question. you weren’t even sure why you were going to get married. it had seemed like the natural progression in your relationship earlier, but now with Trevor back… you knew it wasn’t right. 

“i don't know. I feel like i have to” you admit.

“you shouldn’t feel like you have to get married,” he replied, hand resting against your bare back. 

“what other choice do i have?” you replied, sighing as Trevors hand trailed up and down your back softly.

“you have so many options,” he whispered. “you could come back to cali with me or-” you sat up looking down at him. there was a slight blush tinged across his cheeks, and the small smile on his face made you a little nervous.

“Trevor…” you trailed off.

“no, please hear me out. you can move in with me, and we’ll figure it all out” he exclaimed, a slight frown taking over his face at your hesitant reaction.

“i’m comfortable doing this with you,” you gestured between the two of you and the room that you were in, “but leaving… Trevor i don't know how to tell you this but-”

“but what? this isn’t what you want?” he gestured to himself, obviously meaning that you didn't want a relationship with him.

“It's complicated” is all you said, but that wasn’t enough for Trevor.

“this,” he gestured between the two of you and the room just like you had done earlier, “is an affair. yn you’re cheating on your fiance” he stated. “you want to hook up with me? have an affair? fine. i agreed to that. but you can't just say it means nothing to you when you're going so far out of your way to meet up with me. To lie to your fiance that you’re perfectly fine with marrying him despite everything going on with us right now” he said more aggressively as he pushed you aside so he could sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from you.

you stayed silent, taking all of his words in. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered out as Trevor huffed and got dressed. leaving you behind in the hotel as he left. 

“hand to heart, i'm gonna stay faithful to the devil i know, the devil i know"

it was your wedding day. you were in the dress you had picked out, you had walked down the aisle with your dad holding onto your arm. your fiance had cried, you could see your friends and family smile as the officiant kept talking about promises and forever. 

your vows were over and done with next. You watched in silent horror as your finance professed his love to you in front of everyone you knew. he was holding your hands and you were terrified to break away. scared to continue on with the rest of the ceremony and terrified that you’d have to live the rest of your life out with a man you knew you didn’t love.

“if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the officiant continued and you turned, almost comically, to see if there was anyone out there who was going to stop this. 

your eyes were big and wide, you were clearly nervous and scared. your hands that were still holding on to your fiances seemed to be slick with sweat. the wedding party looked around a little nervously at your appearance.

“don’t get married,” a man's voice sounded throughout the tense venue and you visibly relaxed as soon as you saw Trevors mop of hair rise from the crowd. “please yn” Trevor pleaded painfully. 

you didn’t even look back at the man holding your hands before you dropped them. shocked gasps and chatter sounding throughout the hall as you took off running towards Trevor.

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[sashaisready]

I'm Still Here - Chapter Two

Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader

In late 60s Meade, you’re married to Sheriff Bodecker, pregnant with your first child. On paper you’re the perfect couple – the respectable Sheriff and his homemaker wife. This should be one of the happiest times of your life…so why are the two of you living like ghosts? And is it too late to bridge that gap? Especially when your husband is playing a dangerous game.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: whoaaaa that escalated quickly!! Dark themes so please tread carefully - references to martial issues, references to infidelity/cheating thoughts, pregnancy, forced imprisonment and physical violence, some light smut references/breeding kink (hehe), allusions of violence toward a pregnant woman, threats of violence/murder.

Wordcount: 2.4k

Doug, the young bag boy from Denton’s, dutifully stacked the pantry items in the cabinet as you looked on.

“Thanks Doug. You want a sweet tea or anything?” you asked, your voice honeyed.

“No ma’am” he replied sharply, the tone slightly quivering.

You smiled behind his back. Some of the local young men got a little bit like that around you, you being the Sheriff’s wife and all. They didn’t want to do anything that might get back to Lee. That meant some of them froze up entirely, refusing to even engage with you in case the smallest thing could be interpreted as hostile or rude…or worse, flirty. You were like a deer they became perfectly still next to, as if even the slightest move might send you running. It was cute. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help playing with them sometimes.

“You sure? I got some fresh cookies too. You should have some for all your hard work” you teased. “A growing man like you sure needs his calories”.

“N-no ma’am” replied poor, sweet Doug. He put another can in the cabinet and kept his eyes straight forward.

“Well…it means a lot to me” you continued. “Coming all the way out here to help me with my groceries. It’s harder for me to get around now I’m getting bigger”. You added a sigh for dramatic effect.

“Y-yes ma’am” Doug nodded. “N-no trouble. Mr. Denton is happy to help out his loyal customers. And a lady in need, of course”. He fixated on a can of beans as if it contained the meaning of life.

“Well, thank-you. And it’s nice they sent out such a handsome guy, too” you purred seductively.

Doug cleared his throat, his back visibly stiffened as he became flustered. “Uh…thank-thank you, Mrs-Mrs Bodecker”.

Sometimes you wondered if you could have an affair. Maybe it would be fun. You weren’t sure if many men would be open to sneaking around with a pregnant woman, and the Sheriff’s wife at that, but there sure were a lot of horndogs out there too stupid to care. But no. You wouldn’t do that to Lee. You loved the big lug too damn much, even if things weren’t great with him right now.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t play.

You were about to carry on needling Doug but could practically hear Lee’s exasperated voice in your head. ‘Honey, leave that poor boy alone’.

Sigh. Fair enough. It was less fun when they were this skittish. You would release poor Doug.

“A-anything else you need, ma’am?” he choked out.

“No, that’s all – thank-you Doug. You’ve done a great job”.

You paid the bill, plus gave him a nice tip for his trouble. He rushed out of the door in a flash, the money barely in his hand. You sighed as you felt remorse and guilt flood you, that was mean of you. It’s not his fault you’re bored and stuck. Doug shouldn’t have to suffer because Lee hasn’t touched you in months. Don’t project your bullshit onto him. You don’t hurt people anymore, remember?

You would call Denton later and sing Doug’s praises. Insist on a raise for him, maybe throw Lee’s name around. Lord knows he needed it for working with the people in this town – yourself included.

You checked the wall clock as you rubbed your stomach. Baby gave you a few cursory kicks in response, just checking in. It was barely 11am. So much of the day to go and you were already bored out of your skull. Maybe you’d make yourself an early lunch. Watch a bit of TV. A walk if you felt up to the cooing and bump rubbing from the neighbourhood hens. Then back to chores. Same old, same old. Rinse and repeat.

*

“Motherfucker…” Lee seethed quietly as Leroy struck him once more.

He bared his teeth, the rage inside him so strong he felt that he could pull the ropes apart with his bare hands. Leroy hit him again, Bobo looked on and smiled.

“I told you, we’re done” Lee growled, spitting a crimson wad onto the concrete ground and pulling on his binds. The chair he was strapped to clanged loudly as the ropes hammered against it.

“I’m out. We’re not doin’ this anymore. I got a kid on the way. I’m going straight”.

Leroy sighed. “You don’t just get to leave, Bodecker” his tone was patronising, mocking. “We have an arrangement. A profitable one, for all of us. You’re really think you can just put in your two weeks’ notice, and we’ll let you go? Leave us high and dry? You can have your rugrat and your money, Sheriff. This doesn’t need to be the end”.

Lee shook his head vehemently. “I told you. I’m done. I’m not doing this anymore. Now you’ve got two choices: you let me go, I walk away – and I leave you alone. I look the other way if I hear about the shit you get up to. But your other choice…”

Leroy simply laughed; Bobo joined in.

“Way I see it, you’re not exactly in a position to bargain” Leroy explained as he leaned over into Lee’s battered face. “How about we make you a deal? We all carry on what we’re doing, and you go home to your pretty little wife, only slightly roughed up…”.

Lee snarled. “Don’t talk about my wife…”

Leroy snorted. “…Or, if you continue your sudden moral crusade…that poor little Bodecker junior grows up without a daddy. And that’s no life for a child”.

Lee’s eyes darkened at the mention of his unborn child. He didn’t even know if he was having a son or a daughter yet, but Leroy wasn’t allowed to speak of them regardless. He wouldn’t get away with this.

The pounding continued, Leroy doing his best to beat Lee into submission and have him ‘forget’ this whole walking away thing. Bobo would tag in occasionally too. They berated him, telling him he had no choice in this matter. But Lee wasn’t stupid. They needed him. Leroy was running scared. His whole operation would collapse without the Sheriff’s involvement, smoothing out the legal lines and distracting any boy scout deputies for them. Yeah, taking his cut had been nice. But enough was enough. He didn’t want to be a dirty cop with an innocent baby back home. A perfect baby that never did nothing wrong, who would grow up needing guidance. A baby who needed an honourable sheriff for a father, not some corrupt asshole taking bribes from scumbags like Leroy and Bobo. It was time to start over, to be good. Not just the baby, but for you as well. Leroy knew damn well it would all collapse once that happened.

Whatever happened, they needed Lee alive. This was all sheer panic.

Lee glanced at the beat-up clock leaning against the rickety desk. Barely 11am. He cursed himself, he had known they weren’t going to take too kindly to his announcement, but he’d underestimated their anger. He was woefully unprepared. Foolish. But there would be time to scold himself later. Now here he was out the back of some storefront, his deputies believing him to out on patrol, his wife thinking he was sorting some land dispute. Nobody knew he was here, so he had to find his own way home.

He winced as he thought of you. He wondered what you were doing right now. Maybe singing to your bump. Baking. Cleaning. He sure as hell hoped you hadn’t gone to the market yourself, but he wouldn’t be surprised if you had. You didn’t exactly have a track record for doing what you were told. He knew that better than anyone.

He had so badly wanted to feel you and the baby this morning, to touch you, connect with you both. But he ran scared. Things had been so weird between the two of you for so long, and he wouldn’t have been able to handle it if you’d recoiled or rejected him. It scared you how little he knew you these days. He never knew what you were thinking, your face a perfect mask – the same one you wore for the rest of the town. But before, he could see underneath. He used to know the very bones of you.

He admitted he’d withdrawn into himself a little as your bump grew. Maybe more than a little. But you had, too. And the truth was he was scared, his father wasn’t around when he was a kid, and he was determined to break the cycle – but he found himself so overwhelmed that he was paralysed by fear. So afraid to get it wrong that he barely acted at all. He knew the irony in this, not acting was still an action. And not the right one. He was eating more, watching his weight creep up as he tried to replace you with candy and junk. But it never tasted as sweet anymore. The two of you had inched further and further away from each other, and he was worried you wouldn’t find your way back. Lee was scared that if he tried to bridge that gap, you’d just push him away even further. It was easier to pretend everything was fine rather than have his worst fears confirmed. Maybe you were having doubts about him. Maybe he wasn’t enough for you. That was his fear when you first got together, too. With how you met and all. He thought he was over it, but it had lurked in the darkness, striking when his defences were down and rearing its ugly head once more. But now it was worse, because maybe it included the baby too.

He knew the night you’d conceived, the math added up, but he also just knew. And God he’d been so proud, he just knew it would take. Something in his soul told him that this was the one, that he’d taken you and claimed you and given you a part of himself to grow and create. The animalistic excitement of marking you and filling you, as nature intended. His beautiful wife becoming even more beautiful, the swell of your stomach would be a show of his virility, his duty as a husband. That idea alone had been what pushed him over the edge, his mouth over yours as he greedily swallowed your moans and filled you entirely with his spend. He’d held you tightly, still seated inside of you. His nose tracing the side of your face as your collective panting stilled. You’d told him you loved him, and he told you he loved you too, that he always had. Always will. How long ago that moment seemed.

Lee was rudely pulled from his thoughts by another smack from Leroy. He groaned slightly at the sting but keep his head up. He wasn’t a great fighter, but he could take one hell of a beating. One thing his daddy gave him, at least.

He blinked up at Leroy and could see the fatigue written all over him. He was worn out. Punching a guy over and over does take its toll. Especially a big one like Lee. Bobo looked pretty exhausted too. Lee felt himself brighten - here was a glimmer of hope he could maybe take advantage of. He could still get himself home to you and baby.

“There’s still time to walk away, Leroy” he spat menacingly. “You’re tired. I’m tired. Just untie me, and let’s go our separate ways and draw a line under our whole damn engagement”.

Leroy scoffed, but Lee heard his small pant of exhaustion - clear as day. Leroy shook his head, glancing at Bobo who stared back anxiously. They were running out of options. Even if they didn’t need Lee, they also didn’t need the heat of killing a Sheriff either. God only knows who might start digging and poking around in their business if they did.

Leroy huffed. “I didn’t want it to come to this, Bodecker, but you leave me no choice…”

He picked up his jacket from the desk and shrugged it on. Bobo, seeming to understand immediately, pulled on his hat in response.

Lee’s eyes narrowed. “And where are you goin’?”

“Sorry Lee” said Bobo almost regretfully as they walked towards the door.

Leroy sighed. “If you’re not going to listen to us, maybe we need to focus our efforts closer to home”.

Lee’s eyes widened. “You better not be suggestin’ what I think you are…” he snarled.

“We need insurance, Sheriff. A sure-fire way to know for certain that you won’t leave us high and dry or do anything stupid. And your wife fits the bill”.

Lee began yelling, screaming. He pulled and pulled on his binds as he used all his strength to try and break free.

“DON’T YOU FUCKIN’ TOUCH HER. SHE’S NOTHIN’ TO DO WITH THIS. SHE’S PREGNANT, YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!” he howled, stamping his feet fruitlessly against the floor as he did his best to kick out. The anger radiating off him in waves.

“Oh, relax. We ain’t gonna hurt her too bad” chuckled Leroy. “We just need to make it clear who’s in charge here, and what might happen if you have another attack of conscience”.

Through his rage, Lee had a sudden moment of clarity. He needed to calm down to keep you safe. Both of you.

“Alright…Alright. You win.” he managed to puff out as he attempted to regain control of himself. “I don’t quit. I’ll stay. I do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt her. Don’t touch her. Or the baby”.

His voice was desperate. He looked between the two of them, begging for mercy.

Leroy’s jaw clicked. “I’m sorry Bodecker. It’s too late for all that now. We need to be sure you understand”. He smirked mockingly over at Lee and continued towards the door.

Lee let out a deafening roar as he fought, pulling on the ropes so hard he had burns on his fingers.

“I swear to the God almighty, you’ll die in that house, you motherfuckers!” he bellowed.

Leroy just laughed as he and Bobo left the store, leaving an apoplectic Lee in their wake.

As the door slammed, he took a second to steady his breathing. Shaking the sweat beads from his forehead, he took a deep breath and began to methodically tug at the knots of the rope. He would be out of those binds if it was the last thing he did.

“I’m comin’ Honeybee” he muttered. “I’m comin’…”

Soon, he felt one of the knots finally begin to give.

And he thought about the first time he met you.

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[icarusmonsoon]

healed wounds, mender hearts pt III - rafe cameron

rafe cameron x reader

nothing much is going on in this chapter, just a filler chapter following the previous one. Hope you guys enjoy!

Part I

Part II

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The weight of the unconscious form in his arms felt both fragile and burdensome, like he was carrying a precious treasure that could shatter at any moment. Rafe's heart pounded in his chest, not just from the physical exertion of holding Y/n's body, but from the fear and guilt that clawed at him. He couldn't believe how much he had let things spiral out of control, how much he had lost sight of himself and the consequences of his actions.

Now, the consequences were staring him in the face, and he knew he had to make things right. Gently, he laid Y/n down on a nearby crate, his hands shaking with trepidation. His fingers hovered over her wound, unsure of what to do. He desperately wished he had some medical knowledge, but he wasn't even sure how to properly clean and dress the injury.

He berated himself for not paying attention during first aid classes, for being too reckless and impulsive.As the reality of the situation sunk in, Rafe's mind was flooded with regret and remorse. He remembered all the times he had acted callously, the times he had hurt people physically and emotionally, all in the pursuit of his father's approval. He thought about how he had let his obsession with the cross blind him to the real dangers around him, including the ones he had inadvertently caused.

Tears welled up in Rafe's eyes as he looked at Y/n's still form. He felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility for her well-being, and he knew he had to do everything in his power to ensure she survived. He took off his shirt and ripped it into strips, using them to try and staunch the bleeding from her wound. He winced as he saw her flinch in response to his touch, reminding him that he was the last person she would want taking care of her.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the ship's noises. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I never wanted you to get hurt." He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. He knew he couldn't afford to break down now; he had to stay focused and keep her safe.

With trembling hands, Rafe retrieved his phone again and dialed the ship's infirmary, praying that someone would pick up on the other end. He explained the situation as best as he could, stumbling over his words and trying to convey the urgency of the situation. When he finally got through to the doctor, he was instructed on how to stabilize Y/n until they could reach the infirmary.

Rafe felt a mix of relief and anxiety as he followed the doctor's instructions. He was afraid of doing something wrong, of causing more harm than good. He kept talking to Y/n, hoping that his voice would somehow reach her unconscious mind and let her know that he was trying to help.

As he waited for the medical team to arrive, Rafe's mind drifted to the events that led them to this moment. He thought about the treasure hunt, the rivalry between his family and the pogues, and how it had all escalated into this chaotic mess. He couldn't help but feel responsible for the violence and danger that had overtaken their lives.His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

The medical team had arrived, and Rafe quickly stepped back to give them space. He watched anxiously as they assessed Y/n's condition, their faces serious and focused. The doctor acknowledged Rafe with a nod, silently acknowledging his efforts in stabilizing her.

Rafe felt a mix of gratitude and guilt as the medical team took over. He knew he had done what he could, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had caused all of this. He stayed by Y/n's side as they prepared to transport her to the infirmary, his heart heavy with worry and regret.

Once Y/n was safely in the hands of the medical professionals, Rafe found himself feeling lost. He didn't know what to do next, where to go, or how to face the consequences of his actions. He knew he had to confront his father and put an end to this dangerous quest for the cross, but he also knew that it wouldn't be easy on him. After all, Ward's validation is all he ever wanted. And he was so close to getting what he wants, in exchange of the safety of the only person he can ever think about. The person he genuinely have feelings for.

Rafe's not sure what his feelings are, what he actually want. But as he wandered through the ship, Rafe's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. But one thing he knows for sure, he genuinely cared about Y/n.

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[zoeykallus]

Hi! ^^ First of all, I love your work and I hope you have a good day.

Now, if you are taking suggestions... Remember the episode "Infested"? When the Pykes want to keep Omega as a hostage while the Batch and Cid return the spice? Okay, that but reader can´t stand the idea because doesn´t trust that they won´t hurt Omega and offers themself to be the hostage. The batch is not amussed, specially the one that is dating the reader. You could add Omega´s reaction too if you want.

Aloha!

Indeed, I do remember that scene, I watched this season way too often ^^''

Well, as always, let me try something...

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Hostage

Warnings: Hostage Situation/Angst/Tension

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Summary: The Pykes are anything but amused. The stolen Spice becomes a problem. Trapped, surrounded by armed Pykes, Clone Force 99 is ordered to retrieve the drugs and as leverage, the crime syndicate wants to keep Omega with them while the boys complete the task. Of course, you can't let that happen, your offer to stay with the Pykes as a hostage instead of Omega until the job is done could escalate the situation even further.

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Hunter

"No way!" growls Hunter, "Neither of you are staying here!"

He draws his gun, as do his brothers, but immediately twice as many guns are pointed at all of you as well. You know neither of you will get out of here unscathed unless Hunter relents.

"Put the guns down," you say urgently.

"I'm not going to let you do that," Hunter growls.

"You have to. Even if we make it out, some of us could get hurt or even killed. Just do what they say," you say sternly.

The Pykes leader says smugly, "I'm keeping them both here, now more than ever. Finish the job, bring me back my Spice, and you'll get them both back."

You carefully pull Omega towards you.

"I'll keep an eye on her," you promise Hunter.

"And who's going to watch your back?" he asks, lowering his gun very hesitantly.

Echo says, "We'll get the Spice, and then we'll get them both back. The Pykes will keep their word if we do our part of the deal"

"Listen to your brother," the leader says, "There's no reason to escalate this any further."

The boys put their guns away. Hunter feels like crap, you can tell by the look on his face. As he leaves the room with the others to do what they were told, he glances over his shoulder once more.

"If we get everything done, come back and one of them has been hurt, all hell will rain down on you".

Wrecker growls, "We can promise you that."

Cid says quietly to Hunter, "Don't worry, the Pykes are nefarious and tough, but they're usually true to their word. If not, you can count on me to fight with you."

Omega looks up to you, unsettled but also grateful that you are with her.

"Don't worry," you say softly, "Everything will be fine."

Echo

He is tense, his gaze shifting helplessly back and forth between you, Omega, and Hunter. All weapons are drawn, the situation is incredibly tense. Echo doesn't want anyone to get hurt, especially not you or Omega.

"Guys, let's just get this done," he says with a worried frown, lowering his gun first.

"That's probably for the best," Cid agrees.

The Pyke leader says, " The wise thing to do, in fact."

Wrecker growls softly, "I don't like it."

"None of us do, Wrecker," Tech says quietly.

Echo looks pleadingly at Hunter, who returns his gaze and finally reluctantly puts the gun away and says, "Okay, we'll do it"

The Pykes leader nods in satisfaction.

"Good, the two of them will stay here until everything is done, you have my word that nothing will happen to them in the meantime. In the time our deal stands, they are under our protection, no one will harm them."

Echo says, grumbling, "I hope you keep your word".

"We will"

The feeling in the pit of his stomach is heavy and oppressive, but he pulls himself together and follows the others out of the office.

"Let's get this done quickly, guys," he says anxiously.

Wrecker

He is not at all okay with this! But he is surprisingly calm, outwardly at least. He knows, losing it right now, won't help anyone.

Admittedly, disassembling the room along with the Pykes has crossed his mind, but ultimately he remains composed. However, not without issuing a threat.

"If you hurt them, I'll rip the limbs off every single one of you".

It's not an empty threat, should anything go wrong he's sure to make good on his threat. Wrecker looks at you, his gaze much softer than before.

"It'll be alright, we'll get the Spice back, then we'll get you".

You know you can count on him, even if you are nervous and maybe fear the worst, Wrecker will do what he can to get you out of this situation, you are absolutely sure of that.

Hunter says to you quietly, "Thank you for getting Omega out of harm's way."

Omega takes your hand.

"I'm going to stay here too"

Hunter stares at her.

"What, no way!"

The boys look nervously at each other. They know Hunter might lose his nerve.

Echo says calmly, "Omega, it would be better if you came with me."

You say softly, "Omega, you should go"

She shakes her head.

"I'm not leaving you here alone."

The Pykes are getting impatient.

"Decide now, or our deal will be voided, and we will kill all but one of you to find out where the Spice is located."

Wrecker says quietly, admonishingly, "Hunter, stay calm."

With a reluctant growl, Hunter finally gives in.

As the boys leave the room, you gently squeeze Omega's hand, look at her with a smile, and say, "You'll see, this whole thing will be over sooner than we think."

Tech

"I'll stay here instead of the girl".

Tech's head snaps around to face you, staring at you in bewilderment.

"You can't be serious"

"I am"

Tech looks at Hunter, close to a panic, and demands, "Tell them they can't do that".

Hunter has already pushed Omega behind him. He shakes his head apologetically.

"Sorry, Tech, the child's safety comes first. But don't worry, we'll get the Spice back and get Y/N out of here".

Tech frowns, he doesn't like any of this.

"Then I'll stay here with Y/N".

"We can't do that" Echo says quietly but insistently, "We need you down there".

His expression is a mixture of panic, anger, worry and confusion. You're sorry to put him in this situation, but you think Hunter is right, Omega's protection comes first, she's just a kid.

Hunter whispers to Wrecker, "Grab him, we probably can't get him out of here any other way."

And he's right, Tech tries to break free and protests loudly, but Wrecker is too strong and Hunter insists he come along. Over Tech's loud complaints, Wrecker calls out to you, "We'll come back with the Spice and get you, ad'ika!"

Omega calls, "We'll be back in no time!"

Crosshair

(If he was with the group in this situation)

He stands up in front of the Pyke leader.

"Over my dead body"

Hunter growls softly, "Crosshair, don't."

The Pyke leader says dryly, "That can be arranged".

Your eyes dart from one to the other in horror, you should have expected Crosshair to have an extreme reaction.

Almost in a whisper, but clearly enough, you say, "Please Cross, don't do anything stupid now. Just get the Spice and be done with it."

He clenches his hands into fists, the tension in the room is palpable. It takes him a few breaths to take a few steps back, though without taking his eyes off the Pykes leader.

"You and I are going to have a talk," he rumbles.

Omega, grabbing Crosshair's hand, frowns angrily and looks at her.

"You'll get her back, the others won't let anything happen to her".

Wrecker nods and says affirmatively, "Come on, let's get this thing done quickly, then you'll have them back with you in no time."

Crosshair sighs and nods. Leaving the room, he glances silently over his shoulder once more and looks at you. He doesn't have to say anything, you know what he feels and thinks. There is a promise in his gaze, I'll be back.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 19)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

Series Masterlist

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@sophiexoxo-lol @magnificantmermaid

Notes: Guess what you guys? This is the second to final chapter, we are almost done. And I'd like to thank everyone who's supported this series. I truly appreciate it, and I hope you stay for any future series to come along. I am truly grateful.

The side of your face is pushed into the mattress, and your back is arched unnaturally. Rafe at your rear, fucking you at a sinful pace as he holds your arms behind you. Keeping your movement restricted and at his mercy. 

The room is quiet save for your whimpers, his occasional grunts, with your skin slapping against each other.

Rafe was like a man depraved with how he took you the night before and continued to take you well into the morning. Only stopping to rest and recharge, and as soon as you closed your eyes, he would have you up and contorted into a new position to take him.

As you climax again, you tighten around him, and with a final push, Rafe lets out a heavy grunt before spilling his seed inside you. You finally collapse, unsure if you can take much more of this, blinking as you spot the sun peeking through his curtains. 

You sigh and collapse into the bed as he lets you go, pulling you into his chest as his fingers drag along your back. 

Exhaustion overtakes you as your eyes close, and you fall into a deep slumber. 

It's noon when you wake up, and Rafe is fully dressed, at his desk, with his phone in his hand. You carefully move to sit up, your muscles screaming as the soreness overtakes your senses. 

You hear his footsteps before you feel his arms wrap around you. Before you know it, he's trapped you into a make-out session, and as you think it escalates, you pull away.

"I need a break," you push a hand against his chest, hoping he'll take the hint and leave you alone. 

He stares for a moment before saying ok. 

But he doesn't move away, moving further into the bed and pulling you into his lap. 

"I think this is the perfect opportunity to discuss my terms," he says.

You give him a questioning look. 

"Remember when you were at the hospital, and I promised to foot your bill and take care of you if you returned the favor?"

"Oh," you slightly lift your head as the memory rushes back. 

"What I did for you was a pretty big fucking deal, so the return needs to match up… you understand that, right?" he looks at you, waiting for you to agree. 

"What do you want, Rafe?" you press. 

"Kids,"

You quickly perk up, ignoring the resistance in your muscles.

"Five, actually. I want a big family," he pulls you closer. "With you playing the dutiful housewife and mommy,"

You try to pull away, but he doesn't let you. "We have to get married first, of course, so when I get down on one knee and ask, the only thing that should come out of your mouth is yes."

"I don't want kids, Rafe," you say.

"Well, I do, and as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters," he smirks, triumph lacing his words. 

Your stomach drops, and anxiety and panic shoot through your nerves. Rafe notices and decides to offer some consolation. 

"You can still travel and live your life to the fullest. We can do it together, and when we have the kids, we'll hire a nanny or something," he pulls your head toward his direction, "This could be a nice little arrangement for you too. You just have to cooperate," 

"I don't want kids. I don't want to bring children into this fucked up situation, and I don't want to get married, especially not to you." you try to pull away, but his hold tightens. Anger adorns his face.

"That's too bad because you can either be ok with this, or I can lock you in a fucking basement. The choice is yours; either way, I still get what I want." 

"Listen to me, Rafe,"

"You already agreed at the hospital,"

"I didn't realize this was what I was agreeing to,"

"Maybe, you should have asked a few questions before saying yes,"

"Rafe, listen!"

"No! We can do this the easy way or the hard way, I'm fine with both, but I'm not sure you'll be." he threatens. He stills for a moment watching your reaction before pulling you off of him and walking towards the door. "Get ready, breakfast is waiting, and Ward has a surprise for us."

He opens the door, and before he leaves, he turns back, "And please be on your best behavior."

You felt so helpless. You wanted to cry, but you knew it would be pointless. How long could you keep fighting before you get tired? Before Rafe started getting violent?

A tear escapes before you can think about it, and frustration slowly consumes you. 

You let out an anxious sigh before moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

What could you do?

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Ward bought you a house. 

Correction, Ward bought Rafe a mansion. You knew better no matter how much Rafe insisted it was for you.

He also promoted Rafe to be district manager of Cameron Development, North Carolina division, as he worked on branching out to other areas.

Whatever that meant, you knew it couldn't be good for you. 

Now here you were, in a barely furnished home, thinking about what to order for dinner. It felt so dreadfully domestic. There was no way out, and you still needed to decide if you would give Rafe what he wanted. You'd have little choice in his eyes. But did you really have any fight left in you? 

Then it hit you. 

You didn't want to fight anymore. You wanted to relax on a beach with a long island in hand. Touring popular spots while eating exciting foods. You wanted to have hobbies and dance for fun, not for tips. 

Would falling into Rafe's whims be all that bad? It couldn't be much worse considering your position without him. 

It wouldn't be so bad to play along. He would get bored, and you may find yourself in a place where you can leave him. Hopefully, before the thought of any kids comes along.

For the first time in months, you felt hopeful. You decided that you didn't need to suffer. You could still get what you wanted. You just needed to do it from a different perspective. You needed to be as conniving and manipulative as Rafe. And although you were still determining if that were possible, you could still put in the effort. 

And with this newfound vigor, you decided to cook instead. 

When you guys moved to the mansion, Rafe gave you a new phone with a few pre-downloaded apps. A few food delivery apps, but there was one grocery delivery. He had an account linked already, so you just needed to order. 

Going all out, you make a full-course meal with red wine and a chocolate dessert. 

The shock on Rafe's face when he noted the dinner plates meticulously placed on a blanket on the floor. 

You didn't have a dining table yet, so you had to do a picnic style. 

You pulled him by the arm and had him put his suitcase down before seating him on the blanket. Pouring him a glass of wine before taking a seat yourself. 

You talked about many things while you both sat and ate and as your meal ended, Rafe decided he could not hold his question anymore. 

"What are you doing?" he asks. 

You had a few plates in your hands when he asked, "I'm cleaning up," you say.

"No, I meant, why did you do all of this," he gestures to the finished mess before him. 

You move to put the plates down on the island. "I thought long and hard about your demands and have decided to comply." you shrug.

"Why?" he asks. 

You move and stand in front of him before kneeling to his level, "Because I realized you're all I have left," you give him a quick peck on the lips, and as you peel back, he has a smirk on his face, as if he's earned a victory.

You move to kiss him, this time choosing not to pull away. Pushing him on his back and straddling his hips. 

Grinding against his hardening cock, he squeezes your waist in his hands. 

You pull back, 

"Hurry up and fuck me,"

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[jaehunnyy]

I'm stuck with you

Genre: fluff, comfort? (wanted to turn this into an angst work really bad but well... i couldn't bring myself to do it haha)

Word count: 1k

Pairing: boyfriend!Chan × reader (Chan's an idol)

Warnings: one curse word, kind of an open ending?

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The big curtains were drawn, leaving the room dark, the warm light of the sunset being trapped outside. Bang Chan was talking and laughing in front of his phone, his weekly "Chan's Room" still running, after 30 minutes since he had started it. Dim lights brightened his face, showing off his soft features, and the fans could swear he looked so ethereal, just standing there and grabbing a slice of pizza. With the background music resonating softly in his and the fans' ears, he started to read some comments, excited for every time he got to spend with his fans, always thankful for being able to talk to them.

"Chan, what's wrong with your voice?" He read, before starting to explain the reason behind his hoarseness: "Umm, yeah, so… I got the cold… umm, my voice is really, really deep, I think it's deeper than Felix's… but besides that i'm fine! Just coughing a little bit and… yes, all should be fine!" he stated, a shy smile lighting his face when he mentioned his friend's name.

Despite the worry of the fans, they have always admired his energy, and how Chan has never neglected them, always finding time for his lives, the little time he had reserved for his fans. Though something, or rather someone had some plans of interrupting his usual routine, for today. The door cracked open, a slight squeak making him look in that direction—oh, no.

"Baby, I brought you some tea, and some pills for your headache," you, Chan's lover, smiled softly, before noticing the little screen placed in front of your boyfriend, and the colored hearts that seemed to come out of it, signaling that he was doing a live. One that you've just appeared in.

Your eyes widened, followed by your mouth opening in shock, and your flabbergasted expression that made him chuckle a bit on the inside—cause on the outside, he was as terrified as you were.

"Please don't drop the mug, you might hurt yourself!" he then faced his phone again, while a nervous smile stretched his lips. "Guys, do you wanna see who's here today, with me? We might have a little guest."

Another round of comments covered the screen, and the fans' excitement could be read through them.

"Let's see if they wanna come. They are a little shy, so please be gentle. Babe, would you like to meet our stays?" he gave you a nod of approval, letting you know that you are safe.

"Come here, honey." he gestured to you, leaving the chair empty for you.

Still unsure, you threw him an apologetic look, then went to him, settling yourself on the chair. It felt wrong to stay where he would usually spend hours talking with his fans, in the position of his lover. "Would his fans feel betrayed? What would his manager and members think?" Those were the thoughts that couldn't leave your mind, and you started to feel uneasy, a strange feeling building inside your chest.

"Say hi to them," he smiled, softly rubbing your back as a source of comfort, noticing your sudden tension.

You shyly waved at the phone, reading some comments. You were surprised to see that the fans were actually happy, so you chose to ignore the few negative comments that didn't hesitate to appear, and proceeded to read some supportive ones: "You look so cute, omg!", "I hope you're treating Chan well, he deserves a nice lover.", "You two are adorable, why didn't you tell us about them before, Channie?" and a lot of other comments that made both of you smile wide, a slight, crimson blush decorating your cheeks.

"I have to admit that this situation escalated quickly, but I love the way it got revealed," he smiled, then slowly made his way closer to you, his lips finding your forehead and kissing it slowly.

"This is definitely something I will remember for my whole life, but in the bestest way." Your lips curled in happiness, taking his hand in yours and kissing it slowly.

Still smiling, he read another comment: "Tell us more about you, Chan's lover!" he chuckled at the nickname, before adding: "They wanna know more about you, angel." He brushed your hair with his fingers, encouraging you to introduce yourself.

"My name is Y/N… and I'm a college student, and not a trainee as you all might think. Me and Chan met 2 years ago, at a fansign. And then… things just took this route, we just went with the flow, and it led us here."

"And I am really happy, guys. My partner is treating me amazingly."

"You should spend time with them now, but make sure they will show up more in your lives!" you read the last comment, before joining Chan and waving to the screen, uttering your goodbye words and turning the live off.

You looked at Chan, the way his eyes held the whole universe in them making you smile. He grabbed you softly, heading to the bed and placing you there, before trapping your body in his arms, cuddling you warmly.

"Aren't you mad at me? For accidentally revealing myself?"

"I could never be mad at you, darling. We'll take this as a sign, it was about time to show your pretty face to them."

A sweet grin found its place on your face, and you pressed a sweet kiss on his neck, his curly, blonde locks stroking your head. After leaving a short peck on his mouth, your head found its place on his chest, his hands hugging your waist.

"I love you, angel. Very much."

"And I love you, Channie."

Not long after, you felt him shift under you, and before you could give him your confused stare, you felt his hands all over your body, starting to tickle you. Your laugh resonated through the whole room, bringing happiness to your boyfriend's ears, who loved your giggles as it was his favorite kind of music.

"Ch-Chan—'m tired, please!" some racked words escaped your mouth between the chortling, and you sighed, a relieved feeling taking over you. But then you looked at Chan, and his tensed, but somehow amused look made your adorable, wide eyes appear again.

"Holy fuck, my manager called me!"

#stray kids x reader #stray kids #bang chan #bang chan × reader #fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff #comfort #gn reader #boyfriend chan #stray kids imagines #bang chan imagines #cute drabble

[thesaturn1nez]

I'm interested about your Lilliana headcanons, including that one art piece of Lili seeing another 'her' getting ripped apart... Yikes.

MY FAVORITE PUPPET :D

prepare yourselves, this is a mess.

Lilianna 👒

• she’s supposed to be the grandmother of one of the puppets here. who? ..she cannot remember. it doesn’t help that she seems to have a baby album of nearly every puppet in the studio, including herself.

• small tiny rivalry with George. It’s nothing serious, unless you’re not keen on seeing two puppets made for children’s entertainment swinging at each other like gorillas every time they set each other off. George tends to unintentionally get on her nerves, but she’s the one that escalates it.

• hates rodents of any kind, especially if they have a long tail. it’s why you don’t see much of her in the basement/sewer area at first, all those rats.. George loves to scare her with them.

• He put one in her hat while she was asleep. Timeskip to an hour later: she is now wearing his face as a warning.

• one of the few puppets that knows how to read and write. she was always wreaking havoc on the staff by writing on walls, stalls, any important looking papers as well as reading through any they left behind no matter how personal. Lilianna got her ass blasted with the guns multiple times because of this.

• speaking of the guns, she’s probably the only puppet who wasn’t terrified of them when the show was still active. yeah, it still hurt, but there were times she’d laugh as she went flying 😭

• minutes before an episode was supposed to start shooting, her arm ripped open. someone brought her to a secluded area so she could get quickly sewn back up. However, the staff member noticed she needed new stuffing anyways. the guy took an inactive Lilianna and tore it open for its stuffing, completely forgetting Lilianna was right there since his main priority was to get her back to her spot as soon as possible. she didn’t take it well, especially since the Lilies viewed each other as a big family, so she screamed during the whole process. got to the point someone else had to come in. she was left really muddled for the rest of the day afterwards.. but she got through her lines just fine, so no one was that concerned.

• that incident is where she got the inspiration for her crafts. she eventually figured out her preferred method of ‘getting supplies’ is to watch a Norman from afar the same way an ambush predator waits for some animal to drop its guard. her reasoning is that its just not as easy if they’re more likely to fight back. if she’s impatient, she’ll just clonk the desired puppet over the head.

• her design was loosely inspired by Al Gerzwald’s mother, who was long dead by the time MFN was picked up.

• she really is a sweetheart if you can manage to look past the obsession with mutilation, identity dilemma, voluntary anger issues and the throwing up. she’ll probably have the most trouble trying to go back to how it was before, but she will try.

• Gordon once saw a Lilianna cough up a hairball. he refuses to acknowledge it ever happened.

• a completely different Lilianna hissed at him when he was trying to get her off the hood of his car then ran off on all fours - both of these incidents happened at night and none of the Lilies have any recollection of doing this. he gave up pretty quickly.

• i like to imagine that whenever she grabs Gordon she bombards him with kisses. those loud, somewhat painful smooches you get from your auntie or grandmother that leaves your cheek sore from the pressure 😭 he can shoot her as much as he wants, she’ll gladly do it again

• unfriendly lilianna is responsible for helping the amalgam get all sewed up. her only defense was ‘i thought it’d be funny’

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn liliana #mfn lilianna #her name is spelled with two ns in the game so we’ll just write it like that for this #mfn #mfn headcanons #headcanons #the mail comes everyday #mild body horror #fav puppet <333 you can see the the bias from a mile away jwgksbd #lottie sucks at headcanons

[imminentinertia]

SHIPPER TAG GAME

@lurkingshan tagged me, thank you darling! So now I'm forced to admit that whispers I'm honestly not much of a shipper

I get into shows and films, but rarely so much that I get invested in couples (canon or otherwise). Even rarer, so much that I start taking ship war sides. Notable exception: Harmony (Harry/Hermione) because that ship came with the stupidest shit I've ever seen in any fandom.

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

What do you mean, don't care anymore. I absolutely do care about every ship I've ever shipped.

No wait - as a very young teenager I was so into Alice Hoffman's books it's not even funny. Especially Property Of. I wasn't terribly into the nameless main character, but I adored The Dolphin and thought McKay would be much better off with him. Then I grew up and realised that Property Of is pretty badly written and has a frightfully naïve plot (no wonder, she was practically a baby when she wrote it), although it really hit the spot for a 13 year old with a rabid case of bad boy syndrome, and completely stopped caring about any of the characters.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

The first I went insane about was Harry/Draco, so probably that.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Harry/Draco. I wasn't going to write fic at all! Wasn't interested in writing them myself! But I got so fed up with all the horrible purple prose in a lot of fics, wrote a pisstake, and it escalated.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

No. That was so many years ago. SO MANY.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

No. When I get into discourse it's about other things than ships. When I try to start discourse it's definitely about other things.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

Some pairings squick me, but I tend to forget the horrors as quickly as I discover them.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Jaeyoung/Sangwoo (Semantic Error).

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

VEGAS/PETE. I also adore a number of other BL couples, but that's the OTP. Show versions, not book originals.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Spooks WASTED A BRIILLIANT OPPORTUNITY for a ship that could have been either canon or not-canon by KILLING A GUY ten minutes after he meets THE POTENTIAL LOVE OF HIS CANON OR NOT-CANON LIFE. They barely had time to share some chips. YES I AM EXTREMELY MAD, 16 YEARS LATER.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

To me, any ship that's well written and where both characters are well formed and not limp 2D shit can be kind of interesting. I can't remember any of my squick pairings starting to intrigue me. Does it count that I used to dislike any KinnPorsche pairing featuring Ken, but I'm starting to quite like them?

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Oh, I'm sure I do. I like age gaps. People are often very weird about them.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Giant Squid/anyone. Such a great setup for crack tentacle porn.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

I've read a fuckton of Harry/Draco, but because of betaing and rec blog running it might be Even/Isak? Give it enough time and it will be Vegas/Pete.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

At least one, preferably both, of the parties is a criminal. Okay, that also has to do with what sorts of films and shows get made and appeal to me, but I love a good criminal so much and I just can't get interested in some goody two-shoes. I can honestly only think of Even/Isak when I try to list my ships that don't feature a delicious criminal. Preferably unhinged murderers, but I'll take minor misdemeanours too.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Big fat traditional seme/uke or het dynamics where the seme/man blatantly doesn't give a canon shit about the uke/woman. I could write a thesis on this, I suppose.

As usual I don't dare to actually tag people, but if you've made it this far, you are so tagged.

#tag game

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 5

Chapter 6:

The boys didn't run for long, somehow managing to round Grim into a corner, allowing Yuu to manage to reach them.

"Mrrah! I've had it with these boring classes!" Grim yowled, his fur puffing out slightly.

"Grim, you're making a scene! Do you want to become a great mage or not?" She said sternly, eyes narrowing as she dared him to make a move against her.

Grim, noting her tone of voice and remembering how terrifying she could be when angered, backed down, with an irritated, "UGH! When did you get all bossy?"

Yuu raised an eyebrow at the cat before picking him up. Yuu gave a warning smile, her tone changing to a sickly sweet warning. "Hey. Run away like that again, and I'm buying you a fireproof leash, got it?"

Grim winced, giving the young woman a nod.

"Good!" She smiled, turning to the (slightly terrified) boys. "Now! What's our next class gonna be?"

.

.

.

About an hour later, the group made their way to the cafeteria, Grim suddenly bursting with excitement and Yuu practically starving.

"Wooo! Lunchtime at last!" Grim sniffed the air, his eyes scanning over the food. "Whoa!" Grim began to drool. "They got some good-lookin' grub!"

Yuu agreed, mouth watering at the sight of a steak with mashed potatoes and several ice-cream and fruit bowls. Hopefully, it's well done. Can't risk raw-ish meat.

"It actually looks good!" Yuu responded, before silently adding. "All my school ever gave was pizza and fruit."

"Look how fluffy those omelets are! Ooh, grilled chicken! And a bacon-and-egg tart!" Grim flitted between several different meals, while Yuu looked for dishes that she would deem as safe.

"Shhh! Dude, inside voices!" Ace said, watching Grim. "Where was this energy earlier today?"

"Yuu, grab me the grilled chicken! There's only one left!" He pointed, tail practically wagging. "Ooh! And an omelet too. And that jelly-filled bread. Just fill your whole tray with 'em!" Grim pointed, getting more carried away. Yuu piled quite a bit of food on the shared tray. Yuu reached the steak area where she had begun to ask if it was possible to get a well done steak when all of a sudden, Grim yelped.

"Ow!" Yuu turned to see Grim on the floor with three giants standing over him. She quickly confirmed her special order before dismissing herself to check on Grim.

"Hey! Watch where you're goin'!" One growled before looking at his food. "M-my carbonara! You broke the yolk!"

"Whoa, that's messed up! Pokin' the egg is the best part!" Second stared before sending a menacing glare at Grim. "You better make this right, pal!"

"I'm gonna need that grilled chicken of yours as compensation." The first one snarled, extending his hand while Grim clung to a piece of chicken.

"No way! Hands off the bird, chump! I need my protein, because I am HANGRY!" Grim hissed, his ears flashing as if giving a warning.

"Hey! That's no way to speak to an upperclassman! Catch me outside and I'll teach you some respect!" The boy growled, cracking his knuckles.

Yuu pushed past the growing crowd, stupidly placing herself between Grim and the guys. "What's happening here?" She asked, heart thumping loudly against her chest.

"I'll tell ya what happened. That fur-ball broke my yolk!" He snarled, getting increasingly close to her. She took a step back.

"Okay, first? Back the hell up." She said, "Second, food is food. It's still edible. However, if you're that bent out of shape about it, then I'll give you one of these." She said, offering one of Grim's jelly-breads.

Yuu yelped when she felt the bread get slapped out of her hand and a finger poked her collar bone harshly.

"You're gonna pay for that." She heard him snarl while he pulled out a magic pen. Yuu's eyes widened at the sudden escalation of events. She hadn't even been rude.

All of a sudden, someone was standing in front of her. "Um, excuse me, sir, but it said in the handbook that fighting with magic was prohibited..." A familiar voice was heard, Deuce, as Yuu recognized him.

"Fighting? You got it all wrong. This is just me helpin' an ignorant freshman know his place." The glare sent at herself and Grim sent shivers down her spine.

The second student gave a howling laugh, eyes glinting maliciously. "Now, let's see just how many ways there are to skin a cat, heh!" He lifted his pen, and all hell seemed to break loose.

Chapter 7

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst fanfic #nyx nightshade #preg!mc #twst wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland book 1

[trashyswitch]

Day 7: Flustered

Shane has a crush on Emily, and Jas won't leave him alone about it. So, he lets out an evil monster to make her regret teasing him. But things only escalate the moment Marnie joins the tickle fight.

Another day, another fanfic! Stardew Valley is today's fandom! And I'm giving this little household some much-needed love. Dedicating this fanfiction to all my Stardew fans! Hope you enjoy!

“Alright. Bye.” Shane said before closing his flip phone. He walked up to the table and sat down, where Jas was reading a book she had found at the library earlier that day. “Hey Jas.” He said. 

Jas put the book down. “Hi Uncle Shane.” Jas replied. 

“Whatcha reading?” He asked. 

Jas showed Shane the book cover. Seeing it, Shane just hummed in response. “Cool.” He replied, not sure what else to say. 

“Who were you talking to?” Jas asked him as she picked up the book again. 

Shane hummed and looked at her. “Uhh…” He could already feel his face heating up. “...N-No one.” He replied. 

Jas flipped a page. “Was it the man on the moon?” Jas asked. 

Shane smiled slightly. She still remembered the age-old tale he told her about the man on the moon. He slowly felt nice knowing she still remembered that. “Nope. The Man on the Moon’s busy sleeping right now. He’ll be out later.” He told her. 

Jas smiled and took a drink of her apple juice. “Was it Emily?” She asked next. 

Shane’s face heated up a small bit more the moment she simply said her name. “......Nooo…” He mumbled. 

She smiled and looked at her godfather. “Oh really?” She teased. 

“R-Really. It wasn’t Emily.” He replied.

“Then who was it?” She asked. 

Shane looked down, refusing to even look at her with his beet-red face. All she was doing was asking surface-level questions…and he’s already blushing like a madman. 

“I-...Okay, fine. It was Emily. You were right.” Shane replied. 

“Have you two kissed?” She asked. 

Shane snapped his head over to look at Jas. “JAS!” Shane yelled. 

Jas widened her eyes and bit down on her straw. She froze for a moment, and stared at him. “.....So is that a yes?” She asked with a widening smile. 

Shane looked away with overwhelming embarrassment while Jas laughed at her lovestruck uncle. 

“Shane’s in love!” Jas cheered. 

“Am not!” Shane argued. 

“Ooooh! With who, sweetheart?” Marnie asked, walking into the room with a smirk. 

“With Emily!” Jas declared proudly. 

“Jaaass…” Shane mumbled and hid his face in his arms. 

“Shane wants to ask her on a date! And kiss her under the moonlight!” Jas stated abruptly. 

Marnie looked at Shane, and smiled when she saw him hiding his face in his arms. “Oh Jas…you have such a wild imagination.” She teased. 

“B-but it’s true! He likes her! He just got off the phone with her!” Jas told her. 

“Yeah. But he didn’t ask her on a date.” Marnie told her. 

“Yeah, because he’s a chicken.” Jas mentioned. 

Shane looked at her. “W-what makes you think I’m chicken?!” He asked. 

“Well, Besides his interest in owning chickens of his own, of course.” Marnie added. 

“Because he keeps stopping himself from admitting how he feels to her.” Jas told her. 

“Jassy, I think that’s enough.” He warns. 

“Let’s leave your uncle alone now. He needs to spend some time coming up with the right words.” Marnie told him. 

Jas sighed and thought for a moment. “Fine…” she muttered, going back to her book. 

Shane went onto his flip phone and stared at her contact information. He knew that Jas and Marnie were right. He needs to figure out how to tell her the truth. He needs to “come up with the right words” as Marnie put it. But…how? What are considered ‘appropriate’ words for a confession? He wanted his words to stand out. Cause any same old guy can say “I have feelings for you”, but a true guy would come up with something more memorable than that. Something heartfelt. 

“Staring at that phone number won’t change anything, Uncle Shane.” Jas teased, poking his side. 

Shane jumped at first, surprised to feel the jab to his side. But he quickly pulled himself together, put down his flip phone and picked up Jas. “That’s it.” He scurried his nimble fingers all over her belly. 

She squealed and threw her head back, laughing and giggling. “BWAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Jas yelled. 

Shane changed his voice into a goofy, silly voice to make it seem like he’s possessed by a different person. “What’s this? The smartypants can’t take what she dishes out?” Shane teased in his goofy voice. 

“IHIHI’M SOHohorryhyhy!” She reacted. 

“Oh! Now you’re APOLOGIZING! What a shocker! The tickle monster is flabbergasted!” The tickle monster reacted. “Do you know what the word flabbergasted means?” The monster asked. 

“Nohohohohoho! Ihihihi dohohon’t!” Jas replied. 

“Flabbergasted is another word to mean ‘shocked’ or ‘surprised’.” The monster told her. “Congratulations, Jas! You learned a new word today! Flabbergasted! Provided by your truly: The Tickle Monster!” He declared proudly. 

“IHI knohohow ihit’s yohohou, Uhuncle Shahahane.” Jas told him. 

The tickle monster gasped. “Who is this ‘Uncle Shane’ person you speak of?” He asked curiously in that silly voice. 

“Yohohohou!” She replied. 

“I am not ‘Uncle Shane’. I am The Tickle Monster!” He reacted. 

Jas moved herself towards her Uncle Shane’s sides. “Dohohon’t lihihie to mehehehe!” She ordered. 

He looked down. “Oho no, you’re not tickling me.” He warned, his voice going back to normal. 

“She won’t be.” Marnie said, taking Jas from his hands and putting her down. “But I just might.” She turned his chair to face her, and tickled Shane’s armpits and upper ribs while he was sitting. 

Shane threw his head and cackled, wiggling around and squeezing his arms against his sides, trapping her fingers in his armpits. “NOHO WAHAHAIT! NAHAhahaha! Ahahaunt Mahaharnie! Nohohoho!” He reacted. 

“Ohoho, Aunt Marnie, yes!” She declared. “You really thought the tickle monster was going to scare off your Aunt Marnie? No way!” She kept going. “The oldest generation of tickle monsters in this house has officially come back out.” She explained. 

“Nohohoho! leheheave mehehe alohohohone!” Shane begged. “Oh, but why would I do that, when I could just tickle you for hours and hours?” Marnie teased. 

“YOHOHOU’D BEHETTER NOHOHOT.” He warned. 

“Oh come now, Shane. You know I wouldn’t do that to you.” She told him. “However…” She turned to Jas. “But I WILL let Jas choose where I should tickle next.” She decided. 

Jas looked up at Marnie and smirked. “Okay!” She replied. 

“Okay. Where should I tickle first?” Marnie asked her. 

Jas thought for a moment and smirked. “Tickle his neck first!” She told her. 

“Ooooh! A wonderful idea, sweetheart!” she declared, before tickling his neck with her soft, loving fingers. 

Shane curled his neck in and giggled in an almost girly voice. “Hehehehe- Ohohokahay, thihihis ihihihis mohore behehehearable.” Shane admitted.

“Coochy coochy coo~!” She teased before moving to the other side of his neck. 

Shane leaned his head back, struggling to stop any of his ticklish reactions. “Hehehehey! Hohohow’s thahahat fahahahair?!” Shane asked. 

“Now wait…you thought this was going to be fair?” Marnie asked. 

Jas laughed. “Tickle his belly button!” She reacted. 

“A fine decision indeed, Jas~!” Marnie reacted before lifting up his shirt. “On 3~!” She said. 

“Ohohohoho no…” Shane mumbled nervously. 

“1…” Marnie counted. 

“2…” Jas counted next. 

Shane squeezed his eyes shut. “Ohno-ohno-OhNO-” 

“3!” Marnie and Jas yelled at the same time before utterly destroying Shane with tickles. Marnie had shoved her finger into his belly button and started swirling, while Jas had skittered her fingers all over his surrounding belly. “Tickle tickle tickle~!” the girls both teased at the same time. 

“NahAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Shane cackled, utterly losing his mind. His niece and aunt were so evil and mischievous together! Is this what they get up to when he’s over at the dock?! 

“Hey Uncle Shane?” Jas stopped tickling his belly. “Do you like raspberries?”

Shane's eyes immediately widened to the size of saucers. “NO!” Shane yelled. 

“Ohoho~” Marnie smiled and looked at Jas. “Have you ever learned how to do a raspberry?” Marnie asked. 

Jas shook her head. “No.” She replied. “Are they hard?” She asked. 

“Maybe the first few times…but they’re easy once you understand.” Marnie replied. She looked at Jas with a proud smirk. “Would you perhaps like to learn?” She asked. 

The moment Jas gasped and nodded her head, Shane immediately knew he was done for. This is it. His dignity is going to die a cruel death tonight…at the hands of his playful aunt and his mischievous niece. 

#shane has a crush on emily #jas teases her uncle #tickle monster #funny #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!marnie #switch!shane #switch!jas

[common-grackle]

Winnie Foster and growing up

@claireverlasting @marinesocks You guys wanted this?

Here's the thing about Winnie Foster. She's not dumb (anything but), but she is naïve, especially at the beginning of the show. From literally the first time we see her on stage, we know a lot about her home life and her motivations:

She's obedient, especially to her mother (who is...pretty stifling)

She wants to go to the fair (and she's hopeful that her mother will let her)

She's unhappy with her life (she can't "live like this forever")

There's some other stuff too, like how the setting is casually dropped (August 1st, 1893 in Treegap, New Hampshire), which I love because the music is catchy and it's an excellent way to get the audience to remember stuff. I'd also point out "I wish I had wings, I'd look good with a pair" - we really get a feel for Winnie's whimsy and youthfulness, but also that she has her expectations set pretty firmly.

This especially comes to light with Mae's verse. Mae's plotline is about her finding that youth again (Tuck actually does a great job of developing plotlines for each character and I appreciate that greatly). In her part, she also talks about feeling stuck (duh, that's what the song is about) and about anticipation - her boys will be home by the end of the day. But that excitement feels more mature than Winnie's for the fair.

Miles and Jesse have a really interesting part that deserves its own post. I'll skip over Miles's lines for now because there's too much to unpack.

Through the lens of Winnie's character arc (or at least the fragment of it that I'm focusing on), what I notice is the parallels between her and Jesse. Jesse is 102, but he really does seem 17 here. His enthusiasm aligns perfectly with Winnie's - it's more childlike, more free. (We'll get there later, but it's my personal theory that that's why their song sounds like it does.)

After Good Girl Winnie Foster, we see Winnie shouting at her mother ("No! I hate you, and I hate your rules!"). It's implied that she doesn't have outbursts like this often (if at all), which is...really interesting with what happens next. My favorite part of this scene is Winnie's line when she's talking to her toad: "Why should I apologize? I don't want to just be 'good.' I want to be daring."

She then has a short reprise of her song, and I think these lines are the most significant:

If I don't leave now I'll only wish I had

How can I know good without trying bad?

Winnie knows exactly what she's doing: she's breaking the rules. She goes directly from being a "well-behaved eleven" to literally running away from home. That escalated quickly.

Let's pause before we meet Jesse to talk about the plotline the show has set up for Winnie. She wants to go to the fair, wear a bright color, have fun, and then she gets in an argument with her mother and runs away. Honestly? This could've be the plot of a story on its own, if we hadn't also been introduced to the Tucks and the Man in the Yellow Suit. Winnie really is just a kid who got caught up in the plot (and proceeded to stir up a lot of drama herself).

One of Jesse's lines right before Top of the World is "There's no use running away if you don't make it an adventure." Jesse and Winnie's friendship took off because they shared the same view of the world, and neither of them had ever known someone like that before (or, not in a long time - part of me wants to know what Winnie's father was like, but again, topic for another time).

Winnie: Everything looks so different, up here!

Jesse: You ain't seen the half of it.

She really hasn't. All of these scenes have been setting up who Winnie is at the start of her story, but where it gets interesting is when she's faced with more things that she's never thought about before.

Winnie: I can't believe you tricked me. I trusted you. (As if they got engaged.) We climbed a tree!

Yes, that's the actual text from my script. Climbing a tree with Jesse was The Biggest Deal to Winnie, because she'd never done anything like that before, with anyone.

There's so much I could say about The Story of the Tucks, but the gist of it is that Winnie has no idea what to do with this information. The first thing she asks after they finish is "where is this cat?", and the second is "How can I be sure you're not just telling me a story?"

There are two other lines here that I'd like to mention. First, the bit where Winnie asks what else they can do, and if they can fly. She's picked up the immortality thing (which is likely something that she's read about), but she's assuming that it's some kind of superpower (positive connotations - keep that in mind).

The second is "It must be so fun to be you!" Winnie, you sweet child, no. Winnie just isn't grasping how eternal life could be a bad thing, and I don't think she really does until the end of Act One.

(Also, the way that Angus says "Not natural, how much that boy has lost" when Miles exits? This is why Tuck Everlasting causes audiences pain. It's because we already know more than Winnie does.)

Okay, let's talk about Partner in Crime and Seventeen. Like I said, I'm pretty sure that (besides it just being the right tone for the song) Partner in Crime is fast and upbeat because that's the mood that Winnie and Jesse share. This song happens literally directly before everything goes south. I also love all the echoing and overlapping that happens in this number, because they feel the same way but they have different contexts for it.

There's a line before Seventeen that haunts me when I'm trying to sleep: "Listen: Ma and Pa and Miles? They don't know how to enjoy anything anymore. They're stuck in the past. But you? You thought it was amazing to climb a tree." Jesse is still optimistic because he thinks he's found a way out (and it is a solution, just not the right one).

But do you want to know something? Neither Jesse nor Winnie sings anything upbeat for the rest of the show. All of their songs up to this point were fast and cheerful, and that doesn't happen again after Partner in Crime. Actually, none of the Tucks sing anything upbeat after this point. The Man in the Yellow Suit, the Constable, and Hugo are the only characters who appear in the faster songs in Act Two.

Why?

It's because Winnie is finally learning how negative immortality can actually be. She's still herself, just more somber. Jesse's already losing hope, and with our two most optimistic characters (not counting Hugo) finally getting hit with all of this, it travels over to the rest of the Tucks. (Miles, Mae, and Angus all have their own reasons for this too, but there's too much to say about those.)

Time is a song that most of us have cried over at one point or another, and I think it's this scene that starts to solidify Winnie's decision not to drink from the spring. (It's also the most insight we get into Miles's character, I think. I love this song.) However.

The Wheel doubles as a Winnie and Angus bonding moment and the moment where Winnie finally puts everything together. She echoes Angus's words, and she strings together her own in Everlasting.

Not to ruin the mood that I've set here (whatever that may be) but I think that seeing the Man in the Yellow Suit dead (killed by someone she knows and loves) also probably contributed to Winnie's sudden maturity.

The effect that Winnie has on the Tuck family is made very clear throughout the show. She shows Mae how to live like she used to, and remember the joy that she's lost a bit of. Winnie and Angus have one of the sweetest dynamics in the musical, this father-daughter relationship that develops between them. Miles and Winnie have...a lot going on that I will save discussing for later. And Winnie is Jesse's first real friend in pretty much forever. But this experience also has an effect on Winnie, and that's what I'm trying to get at here.

Right after she says goodbye to the Tucks, Winnie sings Everlasting. It's a song about a decision, and although a little bit of the suspense is kept, we as the audience already know what Winnie is going to do, because that's what's been set up the whole show. (And we're right: she gives the water to the toad.)

Winnie starts her story as an eleven-year-old girl who wants to get out of the house and go to the fair. Throughout the course of a few days, she grows up and learns a lot about the nature of life and humanity and everything Tuck Everlasting is trying to teach us.

Remember how I said that Tuck hurts because the audience knows more than Winnie? I really do think that's the reason. We know early on what's going on with the Tucks, and we see Winnie figure it out and sort out her emotions on her own time. We basically go through that pain twice.

(I'm not sure if this is significant, but going back to my thing about how the music changes in Act Two, I did notice that the ensemble carries the fast part of the end of the show. It's not the Tucks anymore. Oof.)

If you made it this far, please discuss this with me because I am desperate to hear more theories.

#gracie writes overly long media analysis #all the quotes came from my copy of the script! #tuck everlasting #tuck everlasting the musical #winnie foster #jesse tuck #musical theater #analysis

[sun-lit-roses]

I'm supposed to be writing for three different challenges and catching up on the new Star Trek. But work is sapping my will to live so, of course, I started watching Stargate SG-1 instead. No idea if anyone else enjoys live reactions anymore, but I've never tried one: Episodes 1 & 2 Children of the Gods, here we go!

These guys might as well be wearing red shirts, can already tell.

Okay, the gate's kinda pretty? Also looks like a swimming pool.

DONT PICK IT UP...too late.

Are the aliens wearing helmets or do they really look like - okay helmets good.

I want a fire stick.

Goodbye red shirts.

Wait, a red shirt survivor - hostage!

Oh, it doesn't always look like a pool, that's interesting.

AMANDA TAPPING CREDIT (in case anyone's wondering why I'm watching 😁)

Dragging the poor man away from his telescope.

He keeps reiterating 'retired' like he knows he's the protagonist.

They kept a fire stick!!!

Body snatcher aliens?

'My men' 'You're retired' 😂

He did something other than what he reported didn't he.

Yep.

Aw, made the call to save people ❤️ All right now I want him to prove that annoying major (?) wrong.

They didn't make him wait very long in that cell. Am I supposed to be finding the other cell guy suspicious? Because I do.

So it's like a big combo lock?

Not sure why it's steaming, but it looks cool.

Pool time!

Question: Why is everyone in dress blues?

Communication via Kleenex 😂

No longer retired!

AMANDA TAPPING!!!

Burn them, Sam - BURN. Tough enough or do we need to arm wrestle 😂

Can we sacrifice the annoying major to the aliens?

Just shoved her through mid-nerding 😂

Wormhole! Also like a pool tube slide lol

Aw, the kid remembers him.

Sam geeking out over the Stargate 😍

He taught them to make booze! Really bad booze. 'So proud.'

Is that woman just there to hang on Daniel?

Oh hey it's our red shirt survivor!

Ooo maybe not much longer. Alien body snatchers!

Okay that's disturbing. Ick.

Yay it didn't pick her!

Oh wait, maybe not yay. Goodbye last red shirt.

Big pyramid!

Giant pyramid map?

*How* many stargates??

Nerd time! Such cute nerds.

Oh no, what's going to happen at the feast.

The gate!!

Guys the guns don't work. Think up a Plan B.

Oh no, the woman who only exists to kiss Daniel!

OH NO the kid like Jack's son!!

Ooo that soldier's gonna remember the evil dude's phone number.

Showed up just too late.

Okay, she's Daniel's wife, that makes sense. Still would have liked her to have - some lines?

Aw Daniel's got to leave everyone behind 😥

Oh I missed the explodey effect before!

She finally speaks! I like her spirit. But I would definitely be afraid of them.

Aw, is Jack reluctantly adopting a scientist?

Okay, I like that Daniel met his wife with her making fun of him. Still hoping she gets some more lines.

What happened to Jack's son??

...And we're all back in the mountain.

I guess Kowalski wasn't supposed to be suspicious after all! Good for him. Nice little promotion there. Since this show is called SG-1, I'm guessing we aren't going to see him again?

Ooo mysterious note to the annoying major.

Soldier's awake! And he remembers the phone number.

Countering the annoying major's orders already 😂

Okay I'm on Kowalski's side. He hates annoying major as much as I do.

Why are they stripping her?? They didn't do that to the last gal.

Oh no, not gross belly alien again.

Oh that's really disgusting.

Daniel's already too late without even knowing it. I think? Can the aliens be taken out?

Daniel's not going to get to finish that sentence is he 😂

Why do I feel like SG-2 isn't going to make it? 😬

Uh oh, worshippers!

No wait, I don't think these are the body stealing aliens we were looking for.

'Choosing' - is this where the evil aliens normally come for their body selection?

This looks Roman?

'We're gods, now what?'

Oh no, fire stick people.

Daniel she's standing by Ra as his queen, *maybe* not the time to make a big declaration.

Well this escalated quickly.

Not Ra - some other god - Aposis? He said it so quickly!

Jack found his foster son!

Daniel's going to do something stupid to try and rescue his wife isn't he?

Wow that guy appeared very fast 😲

Well that was weird.

Oh good they're all as confused as me.

'when hell freezes over' 'that pretty much describes our current situation' we love a sassy airman

Annoying major is now trigger happy major. Great.

Not more choosing!

...and there goes Daniel.

No! Not the kid!!

Ooo the creepy alien changed sides!

Good thing they were against an outside wall.

Aw, Jack's adopting the alien - Teal, Teak, Tealk? I need to turn on the subtitles. Teal'c!❤️ He just can't help himself when it comes to adopting, can he?

Oh no major trigger happy again

Ah! Teal'c has one of those belly things!

So he's a living incubator? I guess that's not a bad deal if the adult forms didn't think of themselves as gods who had the right to kill everyone they wanted. It'd be interesting to do a comparison between these and the Star Trek Trill.

Alien planes!

THEY HAVE TRANSPORTERS

oh no, the planes have fire sticks. why does everyone get a fire stick but me.

Yay grenades!!

Aw Kowalski you've won me over.

Jack, no!

His foster son is gone 😭

Get out of there!

Why are you dialing so slowly Daniel!!

Is that guy throwing rocks? Really effectively? Is he supposed to be a cave man?

Aw group hug

Dubious General and Annoying Major are Not Impressed lol

They're gonna go search for their people! This should be exciting.

Rating: 🔘🔘🔘🔘

4/5 gates Solid intro, got me interested, but still mad Share (?) didn't get more lines. Also, now I want a fire stick.

#long post #spoilers for the pilot of a decades old series I guess? #stargate #reaction post

[obsidiancreates]

Descendents of the trio AU:

Ok ok, if Yancy does have some kind of borderline asthma—Have some more headcanons!

He has an aversion to smoke, because it causes him to cough as well as some strong colognes/perfumes. The brothers always try to keep him either away from scents or things that they know will trigger him into a coughing fit.

If they can’t get away from it—Space hands him a clean rag that he’d normally use while working on machinery, Date will hand him a napkin or handkerchief—All the brothers usually have some kind of material for Yancy to cover his mouth and nose if he does. Also something for him to cough into without breathing in the same triggering air.

When Dark catches Space giving Yancy a rag for the first time, it reminds him of Damien doing the same for Wilford when they were younger…back when smoking was much more popular. He’d do it very discretely to not cause harm to the Colonel’s reputation. Just Damien would sneakily hand the handkerchief to William when the two would be next to one another at a party. The Colonel would likely cough a few times before giving a silent nod of thanks. Wilford doesn’t have any trouble in the present because his ‘madness’ abilities have somehow placed him at the peak of physical health…or at least healed the issue.

I think Yancy doesn’t like to talk about having the occasional issue with his asthma. It might be something that he might think as a weakness (like the stereotypical wheezing child with an inhaler) and doesn’t match his tough guy persona.

I wonder if Yancy’s hesitancy to reveal his asthma would’ve resulted in a more serious attack—like say Heist does a prank where he puts a pressure trap which releases like a paint-bomb (bonus points…it’s pink! Maybe gold glitter too?) or a smokescreen.

Heist thinks it’s hilarious when Yancy triggers the trap, unaware of his adoptive brother’s condition. He waits for Yancy to laugh along with him, knowing the other may find the joke funny as well.

Yet, for several moments, there’s no laugher—only an increasingly loud wheezing noise, which quickly escalates to coughing.

Yancy doubles over trying to breathe.

Heist’s eyes widen in surprise as he tries to support his brother in absolute terror—What has he done?

—Melody anon

TTTOTTT

I once had to leave the classroom during class because they were using these huge Sharpies that just filled the room with toxic fumes that nearly triggered an attack, a strong paint smell like that would absolutely decommission Yancy.

He has the cigarettes in his sleeve purely for the aesthetics, and once the brothers know about his asthma Space makes him an inhaler the same size and shape to carry in his sleeve instead! Yancy appreciates it greatly.

Heist rushes Yancy to the doctor's office in the mansion and Dr. Iplier's eyes go wide. "I'm sorry, he's-"

"I know!" Heist snaps. "Why the fuck is he dying, though?!"

They have to set him up on a big machine to help him breathe (I had that happen when I was really little and we discovered I had asthma, can't remember much about it alas... would be a great reference point for this if I could). Wilford and Dark get home in that time and Wilford just stares at Yancy in the bed, unblinking. "Why's he sleeping?"

Dark is shaking, because he remember nearly losing William a few times back when they were kids, why did he never think to test Yancy for the same affliction? Because he's Wilford's kid, not William's, dammit Dark needs to stop thinking of it like that if this is the consequence, if Yancy can inherit things from when Wilford was William, and shit, does that mean Space could inherit things from Damien and/or Celine? Did they have any major medical issues Space could end up having? Did The Future cure those potential ails already? Is Yancy going to pull through?

He does, of course. His asthma is manageable enough with a regular inhaler. He does hate it, though. Not sure if this is just a Me thing but my inhaler makes me Incredibly Shaky and Unbalanced. He would hate that, but he uses it when he needs to because his brothers worry and because-

Well. For a moment, Wilford remembered people can die. He cried, when Yancy woke up. He cried in relief. And he didn't remember that he remembered anything afterwards, but for a moment there he knew He Could Possibly Lose Yancy Forever.

So Yancy takes care to try and manage his asthma, and his brothers take care to assure him it doesn't make him seem weak or ruin his image. And when Space gives him the custom inhaler, he finally accepts that as truth.

#descendants of the trio au #markiplier #markiplier egos #ahwm yancy #yancy #yancy markiplier #markiplier yancy