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harrystylesfan2686 · 2 months

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Ok, hi! I'm so excited to order number 6 with Azriel!🤩

Crazy Girl

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: the one where you both get in trouble because az almost killed a guy for touching you.

Warning: non consensual touching, mention of whipping. Not edited.

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting!! This is again, from when the boys were in training. Hope you like this 🫶

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You and Azriel walk into Devlon's cabin, the biggest one in the camp, not counting the one Rhy's mother has. The two of you were in big trouble.

Him having punched a fellow tranie for you.

You were minding your business, you cleaning the weapons, filled with blood, as your chore of the day. As much as you hate doing so, there was no way you could say no.

You were grimacing while cleaning off a sword when one of the males training came to pick up one of the sparking blades. The male took one look at you up and down and smirk. You didn't realize his intentions until his arm wrapped thightly around your waist and his hot breath felt above your ear.

You were disgusted the second he put his hands on you and tried to fight out of his hold but his hand tightened and the other joined too, holding your thigh. "You're a hot piece of ass." You almost gagged at his words.

"Let me go." You forced yourself to be calm, knowing rudeness will not take you anywhere. You look around you for help, heart jumping when you see no one around. You could harm him, but definitely not enough to run from him. He was a warrior, for gods' sake, doesn't matter if still in training.

"Nah, I think not." You struggle in his hands when his palm slides up on your thigh. "I saw you going in that shadowsinger's cabin yesterday, one of the many nights I see you together." You freeze, your blood growing cold in fear at the thought of you both getting caught.

"You must be a good fuck for him to go back crawling to you again and again." You move in action when his hand goes dangerously close between your legs, bunching up your gown. You shoot out your arm, with as much force as you can, slaming your elbow against his nose.

The unexpected blow catching him off guard, his head snapping back and his hold losenes long enough for you to slip out and run, though not fast enough because you hear him yell,"You bitch!", before his hand comes at you, catching a fistful of your hear and pulling you back into him. You cry out in pain, trying desperately to think of anyway to run from him.

You hear an angry growl before his hold suddenly leaves from your hair. You turn back around to see him falling to the ground and Azriel standing between you both. He looks up at him, hand wiping blood that falls from his nose from your jab.

You stayed back and let Azriel beat the living out of him before someone saw the three of you and stopped him, leaving the male too hurt to even get up. The two of you had been ordered to stay outside of Devlon's office while he introgated the male.

You both didn't talk at all, him being too mad to say anything except for him asking you in a small whisper,"Are you alright?" You couldn't reply to him because Devlon finally called you in.

The two of you were alone in his office when you entered. Your eyes immediately going to a wooden carved bears, sitting at Devlon's desk. The bigger one looking down at the smaller one that's barely reaching it's leg. Clearly a parent and a cub. Your heart jumps at the figure, "Look how cute that is." You whisper fondly to Azriel and he hums, observing it.

The door of his office slams open, and the Lord of the camp walks in. Even his heavy steps screams anger. "What am I to do with you." His glare deathly at you both, if looks could kill, you'd both be burried by now.

Gods, you were so fucked.

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After an hour of lecture and and tons of punishment chores, given to you both, you go to your small room in the female housing cabin and Azriel to Rhysand's cabin. The two of you didnt talk at all after getting out of the office so you worry yourself through the day, not having to talk to Azriel after today is killing you.

When you hear your window rattle and Azriel steps through, you sigh in relief. "Hello, Love." He whispers in the darkness, pulls you in thightly against his chest and you both sigh in each other's comforting arms.

When you try to run your hands down his back, careful of his wings, you freeze when he sucks in a sharp breath. You pull back, frowning at his face. His grimace making you panic. You don't say anything as you gently move around him, standing at his back. You bunch the ends his thin shirt in your hands and pull up slowly in case he stops you, you pull up the shirt all the way back, resting it on his wings and move him under the fea light to see clearly.

You gasp, seeing angry red straches that thankfully seem to have stopped bleeding, the marks are so big and deep that can only be caused by whips. The dried blood around his entire back making your stomach curl. Your eyes fill with tears and he turns around, now facing you.

"I'm alright, my love. Don't worry." His hands cup your cheeks. You look into his eyes, yours filled with anger at his punishment and the people who caused it. You promise yourself to take revenge for the harm they caused your lover.

"I love you." He kisses your forehead. "I love you too." You finally whisper back, kissing your lips to his, full of passion and love, saying everything you want to but can't right now, knowing full well anyone to hear.

When you pull back, you sigh and pull him to your excuse of a bed, pulling out from under the pillow the steal you committed, result of anger mixed with quick decision making. You turn to him with a smirk and give it to him while he gaps at you and the figure of the bear and it's cub.

"Did you just steal that?" He asks in the lowest voice he can master, shock written all over his face.

"Of course, there's no way I'd be able to afford it." You shrug, "And I wanted it. Figured he owed us at least that much after the scolding and now your leashing."

He kisses you again, trying to stop the laughter threatening to come out of his throat, resting his head on your shoulder, he hugs you and whispers, more to himself than you.

"My crazy girl."

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#acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel angst #azriel fluff #azriel x yn

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cheesus-doodles · 4 months

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Hi hi I wanted to request some kakucho. Poor kaku he’s so sweet but also secretly deranged. Imagine like petting his hair and then turning around and suddenly this man is dagger glaring at everyone like mine! People telling you he’s scary and you’re like kaku? No I think you’re mistaken..like you could do anything to him like put bows in his hair and he’s like :D but the moment you leave he’s like :l

awww yes I support this! Kaku needs love on this blog as well imo, hashed out an entire BFF Kakucho here by accident so hope you enjoy anon!

also mini update, going home will be out next week! cross my heart

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I would say to me Kakucho comes off as someone who needs to be given a reason in order to function in life. In canon, this purpose would be given to him by Izana, which would be to serve him as a king, but when Izana leaves the orphanage to go with Shinichiro and then to run the Black Dragons, Kakucho is once more left without a purpose.

It wouldn't seem like a big deal at first, but slowly as the months drag on, this boy would find himself simply drifting through life, pretty much detached from the ongoings around him - there's nothing for him to really focus on besides physical training now that Izana was busy without him, and Kakucho himself doesn't have any particular goals that he is chasing except to server Izana. Of course, this all changes when he meets you.

You are no doubt a very headstrong person, someone who has no qualms doing whatever you like whenever you like, and would not back down on things that you believe in. And you also treated this boy to a lunch after he helped you beat up a bunch of bullies even though you didn't need the help, because you appreciated it anyway. Kakucho isn't a very trusting person to begin with because of his difficult childhood, but you definitely managed to sway his first opinion of you with that simple act of nothing asking for more.

Very selective with how much information he shares about himself, and you were the same, though you did manage to dig out that Kakucho didn't really have anyone else to spend time with, and so you invited him to hang out with you if he was up for it, saying that he was welcome to join your friend group for study sessions. On the other side of being so stubborn, what Kakucho saw was that you were also just an average student with an average number of friends, and leading a very normal life. You were kind yet stubborn, loved your friends and loved hanging out, and when Kakucho did hesitantly take up your offer for the first time, he fell head over heel for the chance at leading a very normal life, a chance to forget the harsh past he came from.

It helps that the more time he spent with you, the more he felt that he had a new purpose, a new person to serve, especially given how stubborn you were, and there he started his slip into yandere tendencies - you were, after all, the one that gave him another chance at life, a chance to be normal. And Kakucho would cling to that with the same vigour with which he would later cling to Izana. Extremely, extremely loyal, you can always count on this boy being there for whatever you need no matter the time of day. Starts slowly with offering to run and grab coffee for you "on his way" to a study session, and then would turn up outside your house to walk you to school, which would quickly turn into Kakucho offering to do any of your house chores.

All the while he slowly increases the pressure on your friend group to leave you alone, increasingly isolating you from everyone else so that he could keep you to himself. You only needed him after all, you didn't need anyone else - and you needed to focus on him so that he could serve you wholeheartedly. Would absolutely allow you to do anything to him without complaint, and yes, that includes putting bows even though he barely keeps any hair. You wanna hold his hand, sure! You want to dance with him in public, say no more. Want him to run to the other side of town to buy you a slice of cake at the break of dawn because it always runs out? Do you even need to ask?

Once he starts actively trying to keep you and your friends apart is when he starts to dagger glare everyone else around you, but that is as much as he would do when you are present. Because a servant deals with his royalty's issues silently and out of sight. Still a sweet boy at heart, he wouldn't throw hands except when he deems it absolutely necessary - in his mind, he doesn't want to keep you from your friends, no way. He craves the normality that you lent him with your presence and your way of life, but these people aren't your friends. All they do is sabotage you, drag you down, keep you from shining.

He would find you better friends.

Pleases Kakucho greatly that when Izana finally returned to him, and he found that you were indeed compatible and could exist side by side with his king with little conflict. He could serve two royals at the same time of course, but it would be so much easier if the two of you didn't overlap and cross each other - he didn't want to have to pick sides. Would introduce you to the rest of Tenjiku the moment he thinks its safe enough because these people are much better friends than those so-called scum from your school.

No lie, the day you first introduce him as your BFF, I think Kakucho would just melt away from happiness. Izana would be extremely amused.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev #tokyorev x you #kurokawa izana #kurokawa izana x reader #izana x reader #tokyo rev x reader #kakucho #kakucho x reader #kakucho hitto #kakucho x you #yandere kakucho #yandere kakucho x reader

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tgmsunmontue · 4 months

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You need to learn how to fall 1/10

Hangster (and IceMav) - Bradley is too tall to be a naval aviator and instead becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. He is a civilian contractor to the Airforce and Navy to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. A more in-depth version of this.

PROLOGUE

1998

“Okay buddy, fifteenth birthday! Stand up against the wall. Got to measure you for prosperity!”

“Can you reach above my head still Mav?”

“Excuse you! Uh… actually. Ice? You want to… um, do the mark?”

Tom steps up and he smiles softly at Bradley, sharing the shared smile of being used to humoring Maverick. Bradley is tall, taller than his father by several inches and Tom wonders if he knows.

“You’re six foot and three inches.”

“Fuck.”

“Language,” Tom murmurs quietly, but he’s guessing Bradley does indeed know the height restrictions for naval aviators. Not that it would stop him joining the Navy, but it would stop him from flying. The rate he’s going he’s going to be taller than Tom, is already taller than Mav by several inches.

1999

“We’re not going to have to tell him no,” Mav says. The ink from the biro marking six foot and six inches would still smudge if they touched it.

“No, we won’t. You need to reign in your happiness about him not being able to apply though.”

“At least he knows now, won’t even apply for that programme…”

“Who knows, not us. And probably not Bradley. He’s just turned sixteen. Let him figure out his own path…”

“Stay?”

“You know I can’t…”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Don’t start Mav.”

“Sure. Okay.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Sure.”

2000

“How many applications have you made?”

“Meh, about five. All within state except one. I don’t want to be too far away.”

“Planes exist you know. What are you thinking?”

“Something in the sciences. It’s easy.”

“Okay, you let us know if there’s something you’re interested in though okay?”

“Sure thing Ice.”

2001

“You got me a skydive?”

“Yeah. I thought we could go and do it together!”

“Oh my god this is so cool! Thanks Mav!”

“Well, you only turn eighteen once!”

A few weeks later, standing out on the airstrip Tom looks at the clear blue sky. It is a beautiful day for flying. Flying. Jumping out of planes is another matter.

“Can I just state for the record that I think this is a bad idea?” Tom asks, peering at the small plane through his aviators. The pilot and jumpers are doing a whole bunch of safety checks and part of him itches to go over and double check everything.

“Is it so you can tell me you told me so later?”

“Yes.”

“Sure. You know it never stops me.”

“Unfortunately. I’ll see you when you’re finished I guess.”

He’s officially given up smoking, but he still finds himself sucking at a cigarette, nervous beyond belief that something is going to go wrong.

Nothing does though, and they land not very far away, driven to where Tom is waiting by the chase vehicle.

“Fucking hell… that was…” Mav is pale, eye wide and ringed with white.

“AMAZING! Oh my god, I want to do it again! Can I do it again? Man what a rush!”

Tom watches Bradley go and talk to the two jumpers and gets a sense of unease. Moves closer to Mav who isn’t shaking but also doesn’t look happy.

“That was the worst experience of my life. Why would anyone jump out of a perfectly functioning plane?”

“Was your dumb idea.”

He isn’t surprised that night when his phone rings in the early hours and he can hear stuttered breathing over the line.

“Mav? That you?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“Goose?”

“Ha! No… God. I wish. No. Bradley. Him dying. What have I done?”

Ice lets out a long breath into the silence and lies back in his bed, wishes he could reach out through the phone line and hold Mav close to him.

“You’ve raised a happy, confident young man. Against all odds, he’s well adjusted.”

“I think you can take most of the credit for that.”

“And you need to take credit for his love of sky diving… it’s okay Mav. There are so many safety precautions. You don’t think I looked into it before I let you two go up?”

“Yeah?’

“Yeah. We can’t protect him from everything. We’ll deal with it the best we can.”

2002

“I thought you were doing something chemistry related?” Mav says, looking at the text books Bradley has just dumped on the table. Tom is ordering pizza, only half-listening to the conversation.

“I was, but I looked into some stuff and I’m going to do physics and human performance science. Maybe some business papers as well.”

“What are you going to use that for?”

“Skydiving!” Bradley says, expression clearly informing Mav he thinks he’s an idiot for needing to ask.

“Uh…”

“I’m going to become a Skydiving instructor. I need to get my A and B licenses, then an additional hundred jumps. Then I can start coaching alongside other instructors. I need to do another two hundred jumps then, and there’s a list of requirements. There are things like accelerated free fall which looks so cool. Then I have to do a course… I figure I can become a tandem instructor by the time I finish my degree.”

Tom meets Mav’s eyes across the table and they both keep their mouths shut. He knows he’s not the only one hoping that it’s only a passing phase.

It doesn’t pass.

2003-2006 - The early years

#IceMav #Top Gun fanfic #Hangster #you need to learn how to fall

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roosterforme · 1 year

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The Deployment Diaries Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: A new family member joins you and Bradley just in time for the next deployment.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, adult banter, smut

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

As the dreaded April deadline drew closer and closer, you and Bradley made the best of your time together. You started carpooling when you had to be at work at the same time. Bradley claimed it was to help reduce your carbon footprints, but then added that he also really wanted to spend fifteen extra minutes with you each day. The weather had been perfect for beach picnics, and you found yourselves there more often than not with sandwiches for dinner while watching the sun set.

And then Bradley surprised you by taking you home to see your parents for a long weekend. "Did you just say you got tickets for us to fly to Maryland?" you asked one night, completely surprised. "Yes," he replied, holding you against him in bed, kissing your forehead. "Fly out Friday, land Saturday morning and then fly back Sunday. I know it's not a lot of time for us to spend there, but I thought it would make you happy. Your parents already know about it." "What the fuck," you whined. Bradley froze. "We don't have to go if you don't want to, Sweetheart." You pressed your mouth to his in the dark bedroom. Your fingers threaded through his hair. You eased him over onto his back and straddled his waist. "God, Bradley. You just do things, and they're perfect. And maybe I don't do all the little details as well as you, but I love you so much." Bradley groaned as you crawled down the bed and pulled his length out of his boxer briefs. "You make me better," he told you as you sucked his cock. "You make me so much better." --------------------------------------------- After a fun, albeit short, weekend of hanging out with your parents and having silent sex in their guest bedroom, Bradley was still at a loss. His heart was going to break when he left again, and he would break yours too. It felt like you and he would be in an endless cycle of living alone with a broken heart, just to be reunited and given the opportunity to mend the hurt. Only to do it all over again. You were snuggled up against him on the flight back to San Diego, and once again he was dying to get that ring from storage. He told himself it was still too soon. But this upcoming deployment was so long, and he still occasionally thought you might tell him you wanted to call it quits. You were smart and self-sufficient. You were organized and lovely. You were beautiful and sweet. He offered you essentially nothing in return that you couldn't give yourself. Except for his heart. But you'd chosen him, and he had chosen you. It shouldn't still feel this hard, and he could not for the life of him figure out how to make it easier. When you started to stir next to him, stretched and smiled at him, he pulled you in for a soft kiss. "Baby Girl, you need to tell me how to make it easier," he whispered against your lips. "I don't know how to be deployed when I have you at home. It's too hard." You just smiled at him and rubbed your nose along his. "It's not too hard for me, Roo. I can keep doing it. You don't have to worry." So maybe he would have to rely on you to make it easier for him. ----------------------------------------------- Bradley knew he needed to ask you first. He also knew this was probably a terrible idea, especially since he was leaving for a two month deployment in about a week. But he couldn't say no to the sweet little snout and the sad little eyes looking up at him. "Come on, Rooster, you guys need to take him in," Phoenix said, thrusting the dog into his arms. "He looks like he's half starving and he has a bad limp. He needs someone to nurse him back to health, and your house would be perfect for him. He would have a daddy and a mommy to love him, plus you actually have a backyard." Bradley cradled the little bundle of black and brown fur against his chest. The dog licked his chin and placed his head on Bradley's shoulder. Bradley was screwed; he was already in love with this animal. "Nat, I don't know. You and I are leaving again soon. I need to check with Y/N first. She would end up having to do most of the work right now." The dog whimpered against him, and he felt his resolve melting. Phoenix had found the poor little thing on base when she'd been out for a run right after work. He was trapped down in a steep drainage ditch, unable to climb out. Bradley had scaled the sloped cement walls to retrieve him and carry him back up. "I'm sure she'll say yes if I send her a picture of you snuggling him in your massive arms," Phoenix replied with a smirk as she snapped a few photos of him with the dog. Bradley rolled his eyes. "Listen, if she says no, I'll take him home just for the night and feed him. But I'll have to drop him off at the shelter tomorrow if she says he can't stay." "She said he can stay!" Phoenix told him, holding up the text message thread she had with you. Oh my goodness, Nat! I can't say no to those puppy dog eyes! And the dog is irresistible, too. Bradley smiled down at the dog and scratched him behind the ears. "You wanna come home to my house? My girlfriend's really pretty, and she likes to snuggle, and she'll make you something yummy for dinner." The dog licked Bradley's chin again before barking in what Bradley assumed was delight. Phoenix helped get the dog strapped into the back seat of the Bronco. "If you pee in here, you'll be right back on the streets, okay buddy?" Bradley warned him before hopping in and driving him home. When he pulled into the driveway, you came running out to the Bronco. You were still dressed in your uniform and boots from work. "He's so cute!" you squealed, jumping up and down next to the door as Bradley opened it and gently pulled the dog out. Bradley leaned down and kissed your cheek. "He's basically skin and bones, and he's injured. And we need to make sure he doesn't have an ownership chip." You scoffed and took the dog into your arms. "Look at him! He's a mess, Bradley! Even if he has owners, I'm not sending him back to them! He's staying here, where he will be taken care of!" Then you looked down at the sweet little guy in your arms. "Hi! Aww, yes, you're so sweet! Are you hungry? I got you dog food on my way home from work. And I'll cut up some steak for you too." Bradley watched as you carried the dog inside, still talking to him and letting him lick your entire face. "She already ditched me for the dog." -------------------------------------- You sat on the floor and tried to hand feed him dry dog food. He was so dehydrated and hungry, he could barely keep the food down. Bradley had forfeited half of his steak from dinner, and you were finally getting the dog to take some bites of the meat from your hand. "What time does he need to go to the vet tomorrow?" you asked Bradley when he got off the phone with the emergency clinic. "5:30. I can take him right after work," Bradley said as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "And I guess he needs a name?" You smiled up at your boyfriend. "Oh, I already named him." Bradley tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. "Do I even want to know?" You ran your hand over the dog's matted fur and gently tousled his ears. "When you're done eating, Tramp, we'll give you a nice bath before bedtime." Bradley cracked up and smiled down at you. "The name is very fitting, Baby Girl. He's kind of pathetic, he's eating out of your hand, and he's already in love with you." You grinned back up at Bradley. "Yeah, Roo. He's just like you." Bradley nodded in agreement. ------------------------------------ Getting Tramp bathed took both of you a full hour to accomplish. He kept trying to climb out of the tub in the master bathroom, so Bradley ended up holding him gently in place while you used your fancy shampoos to clean his filthy fur. He would need to be taken for a haircut soon, but getting him to the vet was more important. "Oh no, now he's cold," you said as you drained the water from the tub. The dog was looking up at Bradley with the most pathetic face as he shivered. You jumped up and ran to get some fluffy towels out of the closet and bundled him in them. Then Bradley scooped him up and sat on the floor with his back against the tub, cradling Tramp while he dried off. You bit your lip and looked down at them. "Oh my God, this is literally the sweetest thing I have ever seen," you gushed before settling on the floor next to Bradley, turning his face toward yours and giving him a kiss. The first kiss turned into a deeper one as you ran your fingers through his hair. "He's so sweet," you whispered with a smile on your lips. "I think we should make Nat his godmother, since she's the one who actually found him," Bradley joked. He looked down to find Tramp was already asleep, breathing softly and snuggled against his damp tee shirt. You kissed Bradley one more time before you hopped up again. "I'm going to set up a little makeshift bed for him on our floor. Eventually we should buy him a crate, but he'll be okay for the night. I'll set an alarm for 2:30 and check if he needs to go outside again at that point, but let's let him sleep for now, yeah?" Bradley watched you walk back into the bedroom. He didn't think it was possible for him to keep falling more in love with you, but you defied all of his logic. A few minutes later, you poked your head back into the bathroom. "His little bed is ready," you whispered. Bradley stood and walked him over to the cushions and blankets you had set up at the foot of the bed, and carefully deposited him there. You threw your arms around Bradley's neck. "Thank you for bringing Tramp home. Now I'll have a buddy here with me when you're gone on deployment. I can take him for walks after work, and he can snuggle with me while I watch all of the shows you don't like." Bradley scooped you up into his arms and carried you to bed. "I had no idea I had the capacity to be jealous of an animal, but apparently I do." Your laugh rang out, making him smile. "And don't worry, I'll teach Tramp how to follow you around and give you puppy eyes. It'll be like I'm not even gone, Baby Girl." You giggled softly as he put you down in bed and climbed on top of you, and you pulled his damp shirt off for him. You had just adopted a pet together. And it was kind of giving him the same feeling he got every time he thought about getting you pregnant. Didn't people get dogs pre-kids to learn about responsibility or some shit? Bradley wasn't sure, but thinking about you taking care of something made him horny. "Oh, hey there," you whispered as Bradley pressed his hard dick against your thigh, and he laughed. "Don't act like you're surprised that I'm turned on right now. I'm in the same room as you, aren't I?" he rasped as you gently ran your fingers along his scalp. "My period is still kind of heavy and crampy. Are you okay with another blowjob?" Bradley rolled off of you, laughing hysterically. "Oh my God, that's the funniest thing I have ever heard you say!" He was literally gasping for air next to you and swiping tears from his eyes. "Yeah, Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure I can suffer through another amazing blowjob from you." He pulled you on top of him and saw that you were laughing now too. "Can you believe the audacity of me to assume you enjoy cumming in my mouth?" "Stop it, Baby Girl, please! I can't stop laughing!" You shook your head and leaned in next to his ear. "I'll bet I can get you to stop laughing and start moaning." Then you licked the side of his neck and reached your hand down inside the waistband of his underwear. Bradley grunted softly. He could feel his cock throbbing and jumping against your palm. "Oh, I already know you can do that. Been more than six months you've had me moaning your name, Y/N." And then you were the one moaning into his mouth as you stroked him slowly with your hand. "Okay, you can't say something that sexy to me and not expect a reward." Bradley watched in anticipation as you took your shirt off and removed your bra as well. Then a grin broke out across his face as he watched you grip his dick and lean down to rub your perky tits all over it. He also enjoyed the sight of the golden charms on your necklace swinging back and forth before coming to rest on his cock. "Oh, I love this," he groaned as you licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip of him, swirling your tongue to be sure you got it all. "Oh, fuck." You glanced up at him as you ran your hard nipples across his balls. He couldn't decide if he would rather look at your pretty face or your pretty tits, so he alternated between both. You worked yourself against him, occasionally pausing to kitten lick along his length. Then you sucked on him so well. When you pulled him out of your mouth with one last lick, he was panting for more. "You want to cum on my tits, don't you?" you asked softly as you played with your nipples from your spot between his legs. "You love my tits." Bradley groaned as he sat up, wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you onto your back. "I do love your gorgeous tits, Sweetheart." He sucked on them softly and kissed them reverently before adding, "And I'd love to cum all over them." You leaned back against the pillows with your mouth open for him, and he straddled you while you sucked his cock until he was so close. Then as he pumped himself a few times and unloaded all over your chest, Bradley smiled the bright happy smile of a man who was very spoiled. He helped you get cleaned up and promised you that he would get up with Tramp and take him outside at 2:30 so you didn't have to. "Thanks, Roo. You always spoil me," you whispered as you were dozing off, draped across Bradley's chest. --------------------------------------- "I know I told you it's not hard for me, but I was lying," you said, crying softly against Bradley's chest. "I don't want you to leave again tomorrow." You were curled up in Bradley's lap on the couch, and Tramp was sitting at his feet playing with a squeaky toy. "Sweetheart, there is nothing I can say that will make this any easier. And I'm very sorry for that. But I love you, and I know you'll be okay without me, and I'll be okay without you. Not great, mind you, but okay enough to get through eight weeks." It killed you that you couldn't be strong for him right now. "Tramp is just getting used to us. He's going to think he comes from a broken home." "Don't say that! I'm coming back to both of you," Bradley whispered into your hair. "Tramp, mommy is being silly, I'm not leaving, buddy." You watched your adorable dog look up when Bradley called his name, before returning his attention to the toy. "At least I'll have Tramp. And you'll be with Nat. That does make me feel a bit better," you said, taking a deep breath. The tears were finally slowing down for now. "But I'm still going to worry," you whispered, and Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom. Tramp followed close behind and plopped down on his doggy bed in the corner. "I'm coming back, Baby Girl," Bradley whispered into your hair. "Always." When he climbed into bed with you, he just held you all night. He kissed you back when you kissed him. He whispered how much he loved you. And he held you against his comforting body. ------------------------------------------- Bradley's alarm woke him at 6:00. He needed to be at the docks in two hours, but he wanted to have enough time to give you a proper goodbye. He wanted to be able to spend a little more time with you, because he was going to miss your naked body draped across his all night and waking up to your hair tickling his face. When he set his phone down, you started to stir. "Baby Girl," he whispered, and you squeezed him so tight. He had never dreamed he could be loved like this. "Bradley, I have an idea," you told him in your soft morning voice. "Let's take Tramp and get in the Bronco and drive east and tell the US Navy to go fuck itself." You made him laugh, just like you always did. Even on this sad morning, he didn't have to force it. "You're so smart, Sweetheart. Let's do it," he told you before you mashed your lips against his. You stroked both of his cheeks with your thumbs as you kissed him until he was hard and moaning into your mouth. "I want you nice and slow," you whispered, and Bradley pushed you onto your back. "I need you to make me come." "I will, Baby Girl," he replied with certainty. Bradley pushed into you, your beautiful face soft and unguarded in the early morning light. He knew your body so well, and he had become exceptionally good at being patient when you needed him to be. So he took it slow and steady and told you how you were perfect and that he was going to love you forever. He wasn't surprised when you erupted into tears a minute after you both came. He just gathered you into his arms and held you until your breathing was steadier. His heart was breaking again. It was going to break every single time he did this to you. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he whispered, and he cried too. ------------------------------------------- You managed to change into some old sweats and put your hair up, but your attention was fixed on Bradley as he made you a mug of coffee and took Tramp outside before getting dressed in his uniform. And all the while, he kissed you at least twice per minute for an hour. It was getting late now, and you could barely look at him in his khaki. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your neck. He was holding Tramp who was getting in on the group hug. "You need to stop apologizing, Roo. I wouldn't be this upset if you were a shit boyfriend. It sucks so much because you're the best." He pulled you against him hard one last time before you led him out to your car. The drive to base was quiet, but Bradley held your hand while you cried silently. This was all too familiar from when you did this in January. As you walked across the dock, Bradley kept his arm securely wrapped around you with his duffle tossed over his other shoulder. But when you saw Phoenix, you completely lost it again as she pulled you into a hug. "It's going to be okay," she promised you. "I'll be around to look after him this time. I've got his back in the air, and I'll help him fend off other ladies. There's nothing to worry about." You just chuckled and nodded against her neck and said, "Both of you need to stay safe." Then he dropped his duffle, and you were back in Bradley's arms as he was being called aboard. "I love you so much, Baby Girl. And I'm gonna miss you every minute for the next eight weeks, you can count on that. And check your nightstand drawer when you get home." "I'll miss you too," you said as he scooped you up. You kissed him softly, arms around his neck and fingers in his hair. "I love you." He kissed you harder, tightening his grip on your thigh with one hand and messing up your hair with the other. He set you down gently, kissed you one more time, scooped up his bag, and walked onboard with Phoenix.

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I’m not crying, you’re crying! Okay, we all are!

Part 8

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 8 days

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Mousey Mousey! Quick question!

Do you think the Castle Village adventurers has their own house or they live in a dorm like the First Slash guild?

Heya, Haruuchan! :D Well, I have a bit of a headcanon for this. Thanks for the ask! 💕

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It seems to me that all newcomers who have just started their training and are preparing to become official members of the Castle Village Adventurer's Guild are placed in a huge dorm. And, by order of the Guild Leader, they put everyone in without exception: no living in their parents' house here, no daily traveling from their hometown to Castle Village with the totems. This is a prerequisite so that future adventurers get used to adult, independent life and have nothing to distract them from their training.

Then, when a student has become a full member of the Guild, it is already up to the individual to decide where they will live, depending on their own financial status. If a graduate doesn't have enough money, they will remain in the dorm, but will be moved to another building (no longer for newcomers).

Isaac was just in a situation where he was left living in a dormitory due to lack of funds. At times, even the most experienced monster hunters could find it difficult to support themselves. Not that he's complaining, because other than a bed, his weapon, and a few hobbies, he doesn't really need much else.

I mean, well... After FlashShifter's comment that Farmer will need a lot of expensive resources to build a house in future 2.0, I'm afraid to imagine what the local real estate prices are like there.

Alesia's situation comes out a little differently: she was already an adventurer, but in the Adventurer's Guild in Stardew Valley. After her desire to join the Guild in Castle Village, she was given some serious and difficult tests, which she passed brilliantly, and then, Alesia was immediately given the choice of living in a dorm for experienced adventurers. This is how she met Isaac, as the two of them were made roommates.

When Alesia's financial situation became stable again, she would offer Isaac to rent a separate small house together and split the rent payment in half. Profitable or not, sometimes you want your own corner, without a bunch of other roommates who are forever violating your personal space.

So it seems to me that they will be living in a separate house as roommates, after years of living in a huge and noisy dorm!

Lance has a completely different story. He is a member of The First Slash, a friendly guild. That means he's considered a guest in Castle Village and should be at his guild's headquarters (or the local tavern, whichever he chooses). But I believe our talented gallant adventurer has had time to distinguish himself with his exploits, and has been given the opportunity to purchase real estate. Lance's financial status is very good (stealing your headcanon that he is from an wealthy noble family), so he was able to buy his own house, where he lives.

#stardew valley expanded #sve #sve isaac #sve alesia #sve lance #sorry if headcanon is too messy. i got pretty excited talking about Castle Village again 😅#thanks for the ask!#sdv mods #sve headcanon

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Hi!! Im not sure your prompt night is still open or not so feel free to ignore this, but congrats on 1.3k either way!! Could I request Seb Vettel with prompt number 90?? Something fluffy if possible, thank you!! <3

90 - “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

oooo go on then. How could I possibly ignore Seb?

This is the last one for tonight because it's getting super late. I have some pre-reading and work to do before I go on placement on Monday so I won't be writing consistently over the bank holiday weekend but will try to chuck out a bunch more during my breaks each day. Every request is getting done i promise <3

love that i've managed to scare you guys into specifying fluff bc you know i will make it sad otherwise. On another note. Seb's smileee

Secret relationships were never easy, you knew that. But it came with the territory, and you were willing to accept it. It made sense, paparazzi just loved to catch drivers on dates and then stir up stories about them seeing multiple people at once until it blew up into a big scandal.

When Sebastian Vettel had asked you out, you were hesitant at first. Dating people in the F1 industry was pretty normal. You were one of the few female engineers, and you'd grown up working in a male-dominated field. You were used to male attention and awkward dates with colleagues. But there are awkward dates with colleagues and then there's been asked out by a four-time world champion and one of your heroes of the sport.

You'd met Seb when he joined Aston Martin, and you'd never been happier to be put on the team managing the green car with a number 5 on it.

Sebastian had a reputation of being a terrible flirt, and you were concerned that as the only female on his team, he'd see you as anything less than your peers. But he didn't. He was interested and respectful, he asked you questions, he wanted your opinion. Several times he stopped one of your co-workers from talking over you when you were mid-point in a meeting.

He'd asked you out over a year ago now, bringing you a coffee because he'd noticed that for the third night in a row you were working until you were the last one in the garage. You were so tired you told him you loved him when he pressed the machine latte into your hand.

It took him a week to coax you into going on a date with him. You liked him, of course, you did. Working with him had given you time to get to know him for more than his reputation. He was sweet and kind, funny - he could make you laugh even on the worst days, so incredibly stubborn, he cared about politics and human rights, he gave a lot of his money away to charities, he was heading an environmental campaign. And he was drop-dead gorgeous in his own understated, scruffy way. But you were terrified of him, of the attention it would thrust on you, of what the media would say if they caught a whiff of it.

He promised you that it would be okay to keep it a secret. He didn't mind, he understood. Of course, he did; he was bloody perfect.

And everything had been going perfectly. You'd moved in with him in Switzerland. It was new and completely different but you adored it there. Seb was a master at avoiding the media, and he knew all the safest spots. Most of the time you didn't even have to think about your relationship. Even when you were working with him, he was very professional, and when the wins started trickling in he was so swamped with the attention that no one questioned his head engineer giving him a hug.

It was in Abu Dhabi that everything changed. Out of nowhere, Aston Martin had managed to pull a car together that Seb had just taken to. It was like he was one with it again, and then he started scoring points. And then podiums. And then wins. It was like his Red Bull days, except a lot more green and a few fewer parties. And now you were standing in the garage in the pit line, your nails bitten completely down to the quick as Seb was in a locked-out battle with Max Verstappen. It was one of those awfully exciting final races, where the world champion needed to win the race to get those last few points.

You screamed yourself hoarse when the nose of your green baby tipped through that chequered flag. The entire garage erupted around you, the energy crackling through the place was untouchable. Seb was dancing on his car, some arms stuck out in an odd flapping dance that was probably mimicking the wings of the logo. You were so proud of him, of both of you, because it had taken so many late nights sat up, you tinkering with parts and him studying tracks to do it.

What you didn't expect was your boss approaching you. The team didn't win the Constructor's championship, but because Seb had won the last race there was still a constructor's trophy that needed collecting. You weren't sure you were hearing properly when you were asked if you'd do the honours.

"On the podium?" You squeaked. Crowds weren't your thing. Seb got wind of what was happening and he'd grabbed your arm and marched you to the podium before you could say anything else.

The ceremony was unreal, it almost felt like an out of body experience. You cried through the German national anthem, and you could tell Seb was too. This had been a long time coming for him and you knew there were no words to describe how badly he wanted it. The weight of the champagne bottle was much heavier than you expected it to be, and shaking it was a challenge, but you managed to get a decent spray. With yourself and Seb from Aston Martin, and Toto, Max and Checo from Red Bull rounding out the podium you found that you'd naturally split into two celebrating groups. You and Seb were spraying each other, his grin devilish and you knew what was coming the second before you felt the cold splash and knew he'd emptied the rest of his bottle directly over your head.

He then took your bottle and shared a very large swig with you. The atmosphere was electric, confetti everywhere and a shower of champagne covering the pair of you. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever thought you'd be able to be celebrating with him on the podium, let alone for his fifth championship crowning.

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

Your heart was thudding in your ears. The Red Bulls were celebrating right beside you. The entire grid and all their teams were below you, screaming and shouting and cheering for your boyfriend. No, for the love of your life. Cameras were broadcasting you to millions of people, but the only person Seb was looking at was you. There was only one answer you could give him. There was only one answer you wanted to give him.

You grabbed the collar of his race suit and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. You felt him smile into the kiss as the noise below you erupted once more, wolf whistles now piercing the night air. He kissed you like there wasn't a soul watching, his arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you slightly off the floor as he did. When he pulled away it wasn't far, his forehead pressed against yours.

"I love you,"

He'd said it before, but it felt different now. The five-time world champion loved you.

"I love you too,"

You picked up the remainder of your bottle of champagne and dumped it out over his head, catching him by surprise and pulling an infectious giggle from him as you did so. You stepped back to run away, but Seb caught you before you could even try to get behind the Red Bulls, who were watching the pair of you with mild amusement.

He pulled you back to him, dipping you down like some kind of Disney character as he kissed you once more, one of your legs lifting off the floor as he supported your arched back. It tasted like champagne.

That photo broke the internet.

It was also framed in almost every room of your home.

#1.3k prompt night #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #seb wins 5 championships and i will hear nothing else thank u #cheeky seb fluff #formula one #f1

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I've been thinking about Old Boss, Dazai and Mori a LOT, as of late; and I think it would be neat if Old Boss' madness made Dazai so miserable, and that he too thought the only way to stop it all was to kill him. Except this thought made him feel trapped and even more miserable, so much that he tried to drown himself. But he got lucky: he met Mori. A person who can do the job meets a person who can provide the enterance and the cover, isn't it grand? (1)

Hey, sorry it took me a little bit to get to this. I was in the middle of exams and I wanted to make sure I gave your ask a proper answer.

You know, it's really interesting to me - you've outlined this version of events, which is different to what I think went down but I can't really refute or support anything because we just don't know enough.

It's insane how little we know about the mafia in general, actually, given how many of the supporting cast members are a part of it. We get mentions, sure, and little tidbits of info but not nearly as much as we get for the agency. I wonder why it was so important that the mafia be a part of Natsume's framework over any of the other criminal organizations in Yokohama. Is it influence? Power? Or is there some other reason we don't know?

I'll try to lay down what we know for certain, and particular inferences we can make leading up to the old boss's assassination:

The Old Boss:

He was the boss during the chaotic years directly after the war and likely during it as well

He threw the city into turmoil, especially in the slums, through such orders as "killing a bunch of redheads because one vandalized his car" or "poisoning the inhabitants of an entire building because he thought a rival executive might be there"

The end of his reign was so terrible that he turned the city's inhabitants against each other in a kind of Orwellian dystopic "report your neighbours for dissent" command

He has history with Dazai ("If only we could chat about old times" line from Fifteen)

He was suffering from a kind of paranoia from his illness and his orders became increasingly more erratic and needlessly violent, culminating in his ordering of the deaths of anyone who opposed the Port Mafia on his deathbed (roughly 8 years ago)

Mori:

He was a medical doctor during the tail end of the Great War, roughly 14-15 years before the events of the main story (when Yosano was 11 years old and he was 26)

He drafted her with the intention of creating an Immortal Regiment and appears to have advocated for the use and manipulation of abilities to turn the tide of the war

After the war, between 12-14 years ago, he worked as an underground doctor with Fukuzawa as his bodyguard - he was already acquainted with Natsume at this point (they both refer to him as sensei) and interested in establishing Natsume's Tripartite Tactic

How he came to be an underground doctor is not known - was he disgraced after what happened with the soldiers on Tokoyami Island? Was he purposely trying to work his way into the mafia?

12 years ago, he fought with Fukuzawa to try and take Yosano back for his plan to overthrow the Mafia (he was 28, Yosano 13, Fukuzawa 33, Ranpo 15)

Somehow he became the old boss's personal physician. I literally do not know how he managed this.

8 years ago, he approached Dazai, as seen in the recent Fifteen manga adaptation, as his physician, and promised Dazai a painless death if he agreed to "help with one little thing" (which is clearly to be a witness for the death of the old boss)

Dazai:

He wandered for a bit at some indiscriminate time, where the Sheep made an offer to join them. He refused.

His youngest appearance is 8 years ago when he is 14, in the recent Fifteen manga adaptation, where he is shown secured to a hospital bed after attempting suicide - it seems likely this was not his first attempt. He meets Mori for the first time in this scene.

He somehow is close enough to the old boss to be a valuable witness for Mori, someone whose word would be believed by the mafia. He was already suicidal for unknown reasons and was assigned the current mafia boss' personal physician to treat him. Hirotsu assures Mori that Dazai "understands why he did what he did", as though Dazai would have some reason to be angry with Mori over the old boss's death. Higuchi's "your blood is mafia black" line. If it weren't for the fact that he was not part of the mafia at that point, and had apparently not seen death up close before the murder of the old boss and the events of Fifteen, I would say it's practically a given that he's a blood relative of the old boss, perhaps even the "rightful heir" to the mafia. However, given the conflicting info I just gave, I really can't be certain.

His eye is focused on in all adaptations of the scene with the death of the old boss. His eye goes dark in every single one. (The original chapter 30 manga panel is interesting because it looks like the darkness is seeping into it...)

There's so little here for how important this event is. Just as we still don't know much about the great war, we still know very little about the mafia and the old boss - even Mori and Dazai are still very much mysteries.

With how much we still don't know, I think the story may end with us cycling back to the mafia and finally learning the answers to all these questions that were introduced so early in the game. At least I hope so. Thanks for the ask!

#ok this was long and i had to fact check a lot so if i've messed up somehow please as always let me know!#i think this is all we have outside of pure speculation but feel free to add on if i've missed anything #i have my own thoughts on this matter but again there's no way to be certain given how little there is to work with #hope you enjoyed this anon!#bsd #bsd old boss #bsd mori #bsd dazai #bsd meta #storyrambles

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Imagine Tom Cruise surprising you with a new bag.

The house was clean, the soup that you had made was staying warm on the oven, the candles were on and all that you were missing was your Tom, who should be coming in any - second -

“Hello?” He called out loudly as he came in through the front door of the house that he shared. He was very much a loud man when he felt comfortable, really making sure that the house was his own and that he wouldn’t go without your attention for very long. “Wow, it smells great in here. Where are you, honey?”

“In the kitchen,” You called.

He comes in and joins you, leaving all but one bag near the door to put away after dinner. He never could resist your cooking. He was like a cartoon dog floating in, enticed by the smells of it all. Usually everything waited until after he had your homecooking but - this one shopping bag, paper and crisp, apparently was the exception to the rule. “Do you got a minute?” He asked, taking in the sight of you, stirring the large pot that was on top of the stove.

“A minute,” You nodded. You ignored the bag entirely as you returned to your safe place, your favorite place, inside of his arms. He gave you a real long hug and then a kiss hello, an I Missed you Kiss, an I’m glad you’re home kiss, and many more that meant a variety of things. You thought that was all that he wanted at first but when you tried to go back to the soup to make sure that it wasn’t burning, he didn’t let you go right away.

“I got you something,” He said, tapping the top of the bag.

“You didn’t have to," You said, playfully. A little suspiciously. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate presents, it was more so that you didn’t like him spending a bunch of money on things that a cheap substitute was obviously fine for. Like this. An expensive looking handbag that was absolutely gorgeous, no doubt about that, it was far prettier than anything else that you had owned. A fifty dollar bag worked just as well to carry around your things as - however much this was. Tom was smart enough to take the tags off and no receipt so you wouldn’t be able to see how expensive it had been. “Tom....”

“I know, I know,” He said, putting up his hands, expecting this kind of reaction. “But on the plane ride home, I was watching Parks and Rec. And it was a Treat Yoself episode,” He said, trying to say the catchphrase in the enthusiastic way that the characters did. “And it made me think about how you never do. Treat yourself. So I thought I’d do it for you. Come on, you know you like it.”

You held it up to the light and had to admit, it was exactly your style. If you were given free reign in a shop, it’s the one that you would most likely be drawn to. He knew your tastes, your Tom.

“Fine,” You said with a sigh. “But I’m counting this as my next Christmas and birthday gift, so don’t you dare try to get me anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He said with his million dollar smile, the one that showed you that of course he would, because he loved you so much. You eyed him, but laughed and put the bag down to stir the soup. There really was no changing that man of yours.

Requested by: Anonymous

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anabanana-romanova · 7 months

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On the topic of Tintin backstories

Ok look it's midnight so this will be dumb Bea ramblings but I've discovered that you can ramble on this website and no one bays an eye, so-

There are many may many many many many MANY different possibilities for Tintin and his childhood cause WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN NOTHING ON THE LAD (we don't even know his NAME for heavens sake-)

So, as per usual, I had made up about 49762.

Not actually, but it feels like it.

Anyway here they are, or at least some of them

As is rather common with the fandom, (and the majority of these headcanon,) he's an orphan. The fun thing is HOW he became an orphan and the result of that. One of the most basic ideas I had was him losing his parents tragically at a young age, probably in a house fire or something of the sort and living in an orphanage or a children's home with nothing but half of his name, hence the name Tintin. It's not a pleasant ride and he ditches at like 13 (It's 1945, it's a wild time an no one is batting an eye at a 13 year old renting an apartment because the world just tried to kill itself this is nothing)

Other possibilities include losing his dad in the early stages of WW2 and his mother later on, whether it's by a bomb (I have two different bomb scenarios,) or by the Nazis directly because WHO DOESN'T LOVE A GOOD HISTORICAL MOMENT IN HERE (also if he did lose his mother to the Nazis, it would probably be because she was helping kick Nazi butt, which suits Tintin's character quite well if you ask me)

Spiralling on from the bomb ideas, Tintin and mother trying to escape occupied Belgium, bombing raid on refugees, shellshocked Tintin who's gone amnesiac because of the trauma trying to navigate the UK (yes it's a fic I'm writing)

Now where did Tintin learn to completely kick butt? The Belgian resistance in ww2, obviously. Could also be how he gets into reporting as well because there were a bunch of undercover newspapers (and Le Faux Soir which was such a passive aggressive act honestly), but also in the ACTUAL resistance cause there were quite a fee schoolboys who helped out. Also, small kid with a lot of spunk who's witty, intelligent and completely unfazed by everything except spiders? Yeah he's perfect, no one would suspect him. He'd do amazing in the Belgian resistance, and so he decides to keep kicking evils butt after the war too. (Also could be how he learnt how to operate a radio...)(little Tintin hiding in an attic somewhere decoding a message coming through the radio is such a powerful image for me LITTLE TINTIN RADIOING THE BRITISH FOR THE FAIX SOIR CAMPAIGN AH- THE ANXIETY-)

Stemming off from the resistance idea, Tintin discovering that he's wanted by the Gestapo for some resistance activity (probably the 20th convoy incident because where there's a train going wrong there's a tintin) and sneaking into France because no one would think that a 12/13 year old would so casually run across the border like that... Anyway- Tintin joining the much larger resistance in Paris, Tintin joining one of the Maquis after the raids in Paris on the resistance, Tintin running around the French countryside with a beret and a gun causing absolute chaos for the Nazis... thats a fun thought honestly. (Also when Tintin interviews a pilot??? And American pilot who crashes and they just adopt into their Maquis?)

ANYWAY, GOING BACK TO ORPHAN TINTIN: Moves in with an emotionally/mentally abusive uncle who makes him feel as though he is worthless and not good enough- Tintin unconsciously believes that even when he thinks he's over it all because when he fails on one of his cases he just keeps posing and pushing until he literally breaks down because if he fails then who is he? (Basically, he thinks that he's only worth a lot because of his career and fame and that if he messes up, he's worthless again and he's lost it all)

And now to a very DIFFERENT idea: Tintin's parents are alive and well but holy heck are they manipulative little millionaires who hate their son because he's too loud/obnoxious/childish/quiet/reserved (he's too everything apparently) and so he runs away CAUSE WHAT ELSE DO YOU DO WHEN YOURE AN IMPULSIVE CHILD he hates wearing an actual suit because it makes him feel like he's back there again and when Haddock makes him wear one for a silly dinner party Tintin suddenly becomes this snarky, abrasive person and Haddock is like "who are you an what have you done to my angel"

I also had a bunch of AU ideas, one of them being that he's Russian (technically ukranian but it's the Stalinist Soviet Union, so if he says that he gets shot,) and he's the very younger brother of Lyudmila Pavlichenko (I really hope I got that right) and he sneakily enlists for the Soviet army in ww2 and follows his super amazing sniper sister around and learns from her until the battle of sevastopol where he thinks she's been killed (she was just injured) and he gets captured by the Germans but RUNS AWAY and ends up wandering through Nazi-occupied, snowy Europe and eventually collapses by a road in a random country and is picked up by none other than MRS FINCH (I love her too much she + Mrs Hudson + Mrs Hall= chefs kiss) who nurses him back to health and helps him get a fake ID and teaches him French cause heck yeah is she in the resistance babyyyyyyy

I also had another AU idea where him to was born in Germany and he and his blind mother moved to live in country side Belgium after his dad gets arrested or smthing I haven't fleshed it out yet but basically they have a massive fight because he wants to know why she won't let him support his home country (I.e. Germany, I.e. Tintin's a clueless kid who doesn't understand what's happening), she's so exhausted and tired because Belgium's been occupied and she s scared and she ends up saying something about how she will always love him but there may come a point where she cannot welcome him with open arms again (implying that if he becomes a Nazi, she won't have it,) he runs off, comes back later to find that she's been taken away to "a special institution to help people in her condition" I.e. she's been taken away to get killed cause she's blind and Tintin from that point onwards is like "I'm such an idiot and I must do everything to prove to my mothers ghost that I am not a nazi" and yeah idk lol

Right I'm going to bed the end.

And yes, I have spent waaaay too many hours scouring the internet of Belgian live under German occupation (Did you know that they opened a hitlerjugend for Flemish boys in the 2nd half of the war? I did not)

If you wanna know more about the resistance things I mentioned, don't be afraid to ask, just expect a really long reply lol

#yes i am aware i need help #and sleep #and a damn psychiayrist #tintin #les adventures de tintin #the adventures of tintin #milou #hergé #captain haddock #headcanons #tintin backstory #ww2 #cw nazis #cw child abuse #cw emotional abuse #cw mental abuse #cw abuse #cw ableism #cw death

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Here Comes Garfield: Here Comes Garfield Review: Together Again (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)

Hello all you cool cats and nobody's fool cats and welcome back to here comes garfield, a look at garfield's fine history of specials.

Last time I took a look at his first apperance with the hourlong special the fantastic funnies which had Garfield's First animated apperance, some interviews with various comic strip creators.. and nothing else of value. Except maybe a possible doonesbury spinoff where micheal doonsebury and broom hilda become wacky roomates.

The Garfield Short itself however was fantastic, adapting a few great strips with Scott Beach doing a decent job in the roll and Thom Huge's first roll as john showoing what a naturual he was. The shorts were impressive enough that CBS ordered a full special.

So thus here came here comes Garfield. Both John and Garfield were recast from the fantastic funnies short: For Garfield they clearly had wide auditions.. but Lorenzo Music easily won after his first. Licking himself probably helped. Music was best known as the voice only character "Carlton, the Doorman" on Rhoda, and while he did some voice work here and there, Garfield was easily his biggest roll, with the second being Peter Venkman on the real ghostbusters, being just as good at the roll as Bill Murray and yes i'll stake my claim on that. He was also replaced by David Collier of Full House Infamy. I'm cursed with this knowledge and now so are you. And yes it was a massive downgrade.

For John they wanted an LA actor, so frequent guest actor Sandy Kenyon replaced Thom Huge. Thankfully Huge would be given the part back after auditoning for the next special when Kenyon wasn't avaliable and despite never leaving indiana, he was just THAT good. We also finally got a cast for Odie with Gregg Berger, who got cast because

I scraped the background info i got for this from wherever I could. Still Berger went on to be a longtime voice actor, being the only one of the big three's va's to still be at it. My faviorite roll of his is he, grimlock but berger has a staggering career I wasn't aware of.

The rest of our cast are: second fred flintstone Henry Collis as grouchy neighbor Huebert, Owl from Winnie the Pooh and frequent scooby doo guest voice actor hank garret as Huebert's wife Reba and pro wrestling hall of famer and sitcom starr, both entirely true I looked it up, Hank Garrett as vet inmates Fast Eddy and Fluffy.

Our final bit of casting wasn't for voice acting but for the Special's soundtrack, a person so integral to these specials I can't imagine them without him: Ladies, Gentlemen and that beautiful rainbow inbetween and outside, please welcome mr lou rawls!

Rawls is a legendary R and B artist, with "you'll never find" being his signature. He's been on the Muppet Show, the Proud Family, Sesame Street, and more. He was a legend and i'm very sad he's gone.

It's these specials that introduced me to rawls, though it took the muppet show to get me to look at more of his songs and he brought his a game. The reason? He saw the residuals sexual predator Bill Cosby was getting from Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids and had one thought when asked to do Garfield

Jim Davis would be proud.. because he was also in it for the money. And like the earlier years of Garfield, Lou Rawls didn't half ass it: the songs he performed for this special and later ones were truly fantastic and he always had a banger ready to open the special. I'm still baffled they were never put on a cd, with the only album relases being for here comes garfield and a mixtape from various r and b artists that includes shake a paw from Garfield Gets a Life. The specials would not be the same without Lou in them, and i'm happy he kept taking that check as he made them better each time he provided a silky opening song to kick off the hyjinks.

So with a bunch of vetran sitcom actors, the voice of an angel and a ton of strips, how was Here Comes Garfield? join me under the cut to find out.

We open the special with Garfield throwing his alarm clock through a window after rudely waking him up. A perfect intro: shows off he's cranky, sleepy and takes no shit.

We then follow it up with an elaborate dance number from Garfield, as he's known for, set to our title theme tune, here comes garfield. It's Rawls first crack at the character.. and it's a gorgeous, catchy song that sums up everything from Garfield's love of lasanga to his laziness. Is it weird to juxtopose that with an elaborate rotoscoped dance? yes yes it is. Is the animation and song so smooth it dosen't matter? Yup.

The dancing was modeled after Desirée Goyette, who also wrote the songs and sung the final one with Rawls, and also presented an issue as it didn't look quite right at first as Garfield to this point mostly stood like a blob. Since it was done at the Mendelsons where Peanuts was done, Sparky Schultz ended up providing the answer: the feet were too small and it's where Garfield got his big feet and smaller legs. They weren't to the degree they'd grow later, for better and for worse, but it's neat to know this evolution in garfield's appearance came from Sparky.

After this Garfield does some of his usual stuff: He threatens Odie, in his first animated appearance, wants a big breakfast then gets pissy when John won't give him the big breakfast and reacts entirely normally.

Several of the bits from this special were taken directly from the strip. Sadly unlike with the Fantastic Funnies, most aren't bookmarked, but thanks to google I was able to find a few i'll highlight. If I missed one or two, feel free to point them out, as there's a lot. Like the peanuts specials these earlier garfield ones tend to adapt a few one off bits for scenes and weave them into the plot.

Mid Breakfast, cat food as John hasn't yet had his spirit entirley broken, Odie startles Garrfield, a fight insues, and Jon throws his pets outside. Before we join them i'd like to talk about Sandy Kenyon's john.. and how he really dosen't work in the roll. What Huge got and what Wally Wingert and, at least judging from trailers, Nicholas Hoult get as John is that ballance: of put upon weary looser and optimstic dork. The latter part wasn't as prominent yet, but Huge would slide into it effortlessly.

Kenyon's John feels more like we're in a cat themed version of the stepfather and at any moment he's going to kill both pets, change his name and be on to another town. He feels like he's going to put down some plastic sheeting, throw on some huey lewis and get the axe out. He feels like he's one setback away from putting on a mask and going after some teenage cats. John is just too course here, too angry. Kenyon's trying to be deadpan but unlike other Jons, it comes off more threatening. And John CAN be threatning to his cat when he wants to be, but it comes off more like an angry dad, which is what he is, instead of an angry serial killer dad.

So our heroes go out and frolic in the flowers before a dog bites Garfield

And then another dog bites garfiled, Fluffy, the weird looking dog owned by Garfield's next door neighbor Huebert.

I'm so happy to get to talk about Huebert. As you may know, Garfield.. dosen't have the biggest bench of side characters in the strip itself. garfield and friends added a few paticuarlly binky (who went from a one off character in the strip and specials to one of the series best character) and the garfield show did the same, but in the strip it's kept to, outside our three person main cast, Liz, Nermal, Arlene, John's Parents, Doc Boy, Irma, Lyman early on and in more recent decades, the Big Vicious Dog. It's not a bad bench to pull from and some can go out of focus for a while if Jim Davis and his merry band of ghost writers runs out of ideas, but it works. Some strips have massive spraling casts like breaking cat news, some just need a few main characters and a few side cast to function. It didn't mean there were NO other characters or no guest characters, the 80's in paticular has some bangers and two of them even show up in this special, but in terms of recurring cast Jim Davis and Co kept it light.

Huebert and Reba are part of that cast and while not used these days, still made an impression when they were around. They were one note mostly being there to either gape in horror at John and Garfield's nonsense or be a victim of it. It did work though. They mostly stuck to sundays as it gave the gags enough room to work them in.

Huebert here assumes Garfield attacked Muffin unprovoked.. which isn't that unfair if you've known garfield formore than a single minute. Garfield and Odie don't help matters by trolling the guy. Hueburt dosen't help matters by trying to whollop them with his stick.

When that fails, he decides to call animal control. And in the garfield unvierse the city pound is apparnetly fucking psychotic as they not only just. manifest instantly, but don't ask any followup questions such as "are these somebody's pets", "Why do you want these animals removed" and "Whats your offer." They jsut show up to swoop our guys up.

Garfield hides but Odie, befitting his nature, is too stupid to and gets nabbed. Garfield seems genuinely sorry about it.. before griping, reminding us he's nature's perfect asshole. he does try to tell john about it with some fun patnomime.. but all john gets is Garfield might have fleas, a bit I really like.

Garfield gives up to watch some tv, then sleeps, thinking back to him and Odie as puppies.. before seeing the net come in and tkae the boy. And honestly this setup, Garfield feeling guilt one of his only friend sin the world is absent but taking his sweet time to do anything because he's that stubborn and selfish that he can't ADMIT it, works really well.

Eventually Garfield wakes up and needs to feed lest his hunger consume him then us all. So we get our second song, Long About Midnight, a fun jazz number from Rawls about Garfield's appitite. I also say Rawl's r and b style REALLY fits garfield well Rawls music tends to be laid back and jovial, talking about romancin and relaxin, and that fits garfield just fine. He can get it and he's ntohing but relaxed.

We get some food shenanigans during it recycled from a sunday, minus john for plot purposes

Thanks to Alyssabeth on Goodreads for putting this tsrip in her review, I wouldn't of remembered this refrence without it. Though I will say the gags are made better thans to Music's delivery. He just.. fits garfield so perfectly, having that nice combination of sardonic and laid back. There's a reason voices after him.. just haven't quite felt right. Bill Murray did a great job despite terrible material, and Frank Welker is decent, but Music just set an impossibly high bar that's yet to be cleared. He was garfield and elevated the character from great to god tier.

It's telling that for once food can't fill the void inside: Garfield misses his dog/punching bag/brother and decides to go free him. he NEARLY does.. only for the creepy watch men to catch him.

It's in Stir garfield meets two of his cell mates: Fast Eddie and Fluffy. Fast Eddie and Fluffy are actuallyt aken from a January 1981 arc I remember vividly as I had the book it was in as a kid.

The special changed the two slightly changing Eddie's name, Fluffy into a dog, and making both more realistically colored, though the latter's a bit more understandable on Fast Eddie/Guido, as we didn't have a color fo rhim. Fluffy on the other hand was on the back of the book he was in, so I don't know what the excuse there was.

I also admit I prefer Fluffy's original design, the big blue dopey look versus a more generic dog in the special.

The arc they were in was fairly short, with almost none of it really adapted for the special, just taking the characters and the situation of garfield in the pound, but they were still a great take. I may not like the change in fluffy but the two are a lot of fun and help speed along expositoin.

Eddie sticks up for Odie when Garfield gripes at him for getting him thrown in jail, only for Eddie to reveal that Odie is to be PUT DOWN TOMMOROW.

Yes. I wasn't kidding about how.. weirdly sadistic the pound is in this universe. Granted it COULD'VE been this weirdly sadistic in the 80's too but yes, despite having been here for less than a day they already plan to MURDER ODIE to make room. Whose running this pound?

Yeah that tracks. So Garfield tries to figure out a way to savd Odie from death and comforts his best friend on his last night. It's a genuinely heartbreaking scene, not helped by our third song "So Long Old Friend" If you can listen to this song without tearing up, you have no soul and i'm pretty sure even that's sketchy as vampires would cry tears of blood over this.

Garfield vows to save odie but Eddie holds Garfield back as they'll "take you too"

Thankfully Garfield gets an out: a little girl comes by to adopt a pet and all the cats and dogs line up. I also like all the various cats and dogs here, who Eddie outlined earlier my faviorites being Rocky, a nermal sized cat who beat up a neigherbood dog, Charlotte, a lovely kitty who simply scratched up some royal drapes, and Weird Larny who got arrested for impersonating a moose. Garfield gets picked because of plot convience.. but bolts to rescue Odie from certain death...

The other pets join him in booking it the hell out of deathland and overun the one guy trying to stop them. It's here we get our final number, and my faviorite, Together Again, with rawls and goytte combinging vocals. It's a joyful, triumphant song of renuinon as our heroes finally escape and go home.

Jon.. is a bit of a passive agressive dick, assuming they were partying whihle he was worried sick.. even though he clearly didn't you know CHECK THE POUND or do any work whatsoever. They quickly butter him up, he "forgives them" and we get one last gag taken directly from a strip I coudln't find to close things out

Here comes garfield is a great start to the specials. The stakes are high but still grounded enough for early garfield. While the timeline of thigns is a bit sped up, it's anchored by a belivieble yet touching arc from garfield, confromation that while he may bully odie and be annoyed by his existance.. he can't live without the guy and it's a fitting thing to get him off his fuzzy butt to do something. The jokes are fairly funny, the music is top notch. It's an excellent special and only seems lacking.. because they mostly get BETTER from here, with Here Comes Being a good start.. but most of the others take that foundation to new heights. Still it's a fantastic start and well worth checking out.

And like with my monthly muppets reviews, i'll be ranking these as I go and since I already covered babes and bullets and the fabulous funnies, that gives us two to start. I'll also be adding the garfield films to the ranking if I ever do them, and would be happy to do those on comission if anyone's intrested. Anyways here's our current ranking

This ranking probably won't move much at first, but we shall see

next time: In honor of the movie's launch we're looking at this special's followup, Garfield On the Town. With the new movie finally introducing us to Garfield's Father, it's only fair to look back at how we met his mother in one of the best of the specials. Tears will be shed, weird musical numbers will happen and you will be moved> yes you. in the front there.

Thanks for reading.

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''Take it off!'' James could hear voices that were either yelling or crying for help.

He had been taken during one of his missions for the order. It was just supposed to be an easy mission. He and Sirius were supposed to watch some people that were supposedly death eaters, but it was a trap. Sirius got hurt and James got taken captive.

James had a bag over his head, but it got yanked off. He looked around and saw a bunch of people who used to go to school with him. He saw Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier, and Regulus Black.

''Well, it looks like the golden boy is awake'' Barty taunted. James tried to look around but the light was too bright.

''What do you want from me?'' James asked trying to keep his voice straight, but his voice failed him.

''Oh, we want nothing, our lord wants to speak with you'' Lucius said as a grin had been placed on his face.

The group in front of him began leaving the room he was in except one. Regulus went to James and bent down to the level of his face.

''I'm sorry this happened, sweetheart. But, one day you will understand our ways and why we do all of this'' Regulus kissed James's cheek and then left the room.

After about an hour, a man went into the room, he had dark black hair and beautiful red eyes.

''Mister Potter, we meet at last'' the man said with a dark and deep voice. James was completely mesmerized by the man.

''Who are you?'' James asked. The man put a chair in front of James and took a seat.

''I am Lord Voldemort'' James winced at the name and felt himself pull back.

''I know you have heard things about me from Dumbledore, but they are wrong, let me show you what we do here and decide for yourself'' Voldemort went behind James and untied his hands. ''Come and join me'' he brought his hand forward for James to take it.

James gently took his hand. He did not want to follow Voldemort, but if he had a chance of escaping it is this way.

Voldemort led James outside the room and showed him the different places they have everywhere.

''These rooms are mostly used for healing and after full moons for the werewolves. Here we have a few other kinds of rooms'' he showed James different rooms, the last rooms he showed had children in them.

''We saved these children when the ministry no longer cared for them or cared for their homes''

After 30 minutes of walking around and Voldemort telling James about the things they have and the things, they want gone and changed.

James was given a room. It had a king-sized bed and the whole room had a dark vibe to it.

He got clothes to change into. James changed and got into bed as it was nighttime.

As his head hit the pillow the door opened and closed. There were footsteps going towards him. He felt the bed weight down beside him.

James turned around to find Regulus laying beside him sleeping. He took Regulus in his arms.

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Toman finds out y/n is rich like crazy rich, her family are a bunch of millionaires or billionaires. I wanna their reaction to this new information about her.

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i think their most drastic reaction would probably be utter confusion at learning that you were from old money - first off, don't you know how much more dangerous the street was if anyone knew how rich your family is?? Who let you walk around without an entire army of guards (though no doubt the Toman founders think that their protection is a lot better) ? How is it your parents haven't already locked you up in some mansion for your own safety? You were just too naive, too sweet, too innocent to be left wandering the streets alone, like you had before meeting Mikey and Baji by coincidence.

And two, if you were rich beyond the average person’s wildest imaginations, then why in the world were you hanging out with delinquents like them? You had the means to do anything, go anywhere, yet here you were, staying in a modest house in a average neighbourhood, attending a normal (albeit more prestigious school), cooking them lunch with you own two hands - the boys aren’t quite sure what to make of the news. But you can be sure none of them dare ask should you actually start to consider a life away from them. Worse still, these two thoughts only help to churn more nightmarish what-ifs in the minds of your overthinking friends: imagine if you had met someone that was worse or nastier than them, that decided to take advantage of you instead of caring for you like they did; Mikey and Kazutora had to each spend a whole night cuddled with you just to banish the horrid thoughts.

Of course they were glad that your family didn’t think the same way they did, given that meant you would have never entered their lives, but someone had to be prioritising your wellbeing. They won’t change the way they are around you in the slightest though, given you were still you - you having money meant little to them. Though if you were still working for some reason, I would think that your friends would 100% make you stop for good this time, or if you refused, force the business to fire you, maybe by storming the store every time you were on shift and taking up all your time, or just threatening the customers and staff behind your back. After all, you could obviously afford to hang out with them, afford the groceries to cook their favourites, and still live a comfortable lifestyle without ever having to lift a finger, and the lesser you were outdoors and interacting with people that weren’t them, the lesser risk you were exposed to to begin with. Didn’t matter if you were rich or not, your Toman boys would have always had this line of thought, except now they have an actual reason to put it into effect.

If they could convince you to stop attending school as well, they would absolutely do that as well, though your sudden absence would most definitely raise a lot of eyebrows and attract unwanted attention; instead, what the boys decided on was to start “guarding” you more, making sure one of them was by your side at every time of day you were outside your house, taking shifts to accompany you to school and then after school. You, not knowing their true intention, just try to do your best to keep your jumpier boys nice and calm when they decide to join you for the day - allowing Mikey and Kazutora to cuddle and huddle as much as they like in your lap to turn their thoughts away from trying to fight every last schoolmate you had, bribing them with snacks and promises of affection. No, your desk mate was not “looking at you suspiciously”, and you certainly didn’t think your teacher was “attempting to kidnap” you. Even Pah was more difficult to handle during lessons, with the bored boy itching for a reason to do something other than listen and learn (you have no idea why he even wants to be here). You had to admit that you much preferred the company of your calmer friends, Draken and Mitsuya for one who are mostly content being seated beside you working on their own books and shooting a stink eye at anyone who dares to wander too close, and surprisingly Baji, who generally falls asleep on your lap or face first on your desk the moment your teacher starts speaking.

Depending on how they found out about your family’s wealth, their reaction to the news would also vary slightly. If you were the source of them information, you would get a few owlishly blinks at first as the news of your wealthy background settled in, before Mitsuya would come over and lightly smack you on the back of your head, scolding you about how you shouldn’t go about telling people this sort of information. Draken and Mikey teaming up to insist you tell them exactly who you had told this to over and over again once they had snapped out of their stupor, clamping onto you and refusing to let you go until you had promised and crossed your heart that you had never disclosed this. However if one of the Toman boys, maybe Pah, given his family’s connection to the real estate market, had found out through other means, oh boy. They would jump you as soon as you can, dragging you straight back to your house, insisting that you were in grave danger, that somehow now “everyone except them was out to get you”. And that you weren’t safe, that you had to stick with only them now, and they would cross their heart keep you safe. Kazutora balling his eyes out at the mere thought of you being threatened, Baji refusing to get up from the ground or let go of your arm, Mikey clung to your legs. You would have a long comfort session ahead of you consisting of handmade snacks, a full hearty meal, and a lot of promises just to get your friends to calm down and reassure them that no, no one else knew who you were.

One thing your Toman founders wouldn’t do unless in an absolute emergency would be to approach your family - you were safer with them than anywhere else, and the boys were so hesitant to change the working status quo. Oh no, imagine if your parents disapprove of your friendship with them, imagine if your parents decide to force you to leave them and go home (wherever that was; a brainwashing attempt, your home was with them). The Toman founders aren’t quite sure what they would do to stop you from leaving them - they didn’t want to have to break your legs or hurt you or lie to you to get you to stay - but there was no life without you there. Money could do many things, but no amount of money would be enough to replace what you were to them, and none of your nervous neighbours or delinquents were quite eager to find out what the boys would get up to if you weren’t there to reign them in.

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Lol honestly Dune 1 bored me 😭 bt i think cuz i watched it at home n it seems lik a movie made for the big screen. Dune 2 seems more action packed, Z seems to hav more screen time, n the addition of Flo n Austin interested me, so ill b watching. I didnt know Mike was in Bikeriders, good for him!

Men love a young model (n helps she is a reader too) lol so i think thats prob wat attracted him to Kaia, bt i def get the "good enough" point. I think he dsnt want to b known as "___ boyfriend" like he was with V, and i think with Kaia he gets that. Shes known primarily as a model, nt a successful actress, n tbh i dnt think she'll ever b seen as a "great" actress so he'll always hav the upper hand wen it comes to acting, which seems lik his passion. So imo its no surpise to me hes been linked to women lik Kaia or Lily, who r famous, bt nt really for their acting skills

Sorry Anon, I meant to answer your ask the other day, but got busy... 😭

RE: "Dune: Part 1"

Lol...😅 Well, maybe if you join our watch party you might enjoy it better? I think the first time I saw it, I didn't enjoy it as much as I could have either because I was TIRED, the movie was a late show (I nearly fell asleep lol 😅🤣), and because I was lost as HAYELL!!! LOL! 🤣 I didn't know a THING about the books or the older films, so I was completely lost.

Now that I know more about the characters, and understand the backstory better, I have found that I enjoyed the movie much better the 2nd time around. 😊

I'm just glad to see Z getting much more screentime in Part 2 (they better not fake us out either 😒), and the addition of new cast members (Christopher, Florence, Austin, Lea, etc) is exciting as well, especially when you already know what their characters' backstories are all about. So yea, I'm excited! 😊

RE: Mike... Yes! He's in "The Bikeriders" with Austin! Can't wait to see them both onscreen together!

I neeeeed to see Benny onscreen... The facial hair lawwd.... 😩

RE: Austin... I'm glad I'm not the only one who's picked up on the "good enough" feeling.... Just certain things he's said in interviews have given me that impression.

I also think he went through some bouts of depression after his mom died...?? 😔 Again, these aren't hard-core FACTS, these are just things I've picked up on just through observation, and picking up on things he's said himself in interviews...

No offense, but Lily seemed like a rebound... Same with Olivia. 👀

I'm not thinking he and V broke up due to fame... He dated her for nearly 9 years and she was ALWAYS more famous than him. I think they broke up for various different reasons. But yea, I agree w/you, I don't think he wants a Vanessa 2.0 situation where his gf is posting a bunch of stuff on IG lol. He seems to love his privacy and living a PRIVATE and QUIET life in his relationship lol. And Vanessa, well... 😅 Let's just say, some people have very different social media habits.

So, I'm sure he and Kaia have talked about that, and after the JE rlshp, she probably feels the same way too (keeping things private). I like that actually.

RE: Kaustin Berger...

Like I've said before, I don't hate them or anything, I'm just not a "shipper". In fact, I've NEVER shipped (or followed) any celebrity couple before like I've shipped and followed Tomdaya (not in the least), and I don't think I ever will again either tbh lol. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I've thought some celebrity couples are "cute", but that was always the extent of my "admiration" lol. Tomdaya has been an exception, that's for sure.

I'm not really a "fan" of the Kaustin rlship (for various reasons), but I do think they're in love, and I'm happy for Austin, and I do think there are some pics where they look really cute together!

Like these for example... 🥰

But I'm def not an "Anti" lol.... 😅🤣 I believe they're in a REAL relationship, I believe they're in love, and I believe they're probably going to be together for quite some time, since Austin seems more into long-term relationships. 😊

Feel free to disagree, but you brought up a lot of things that I wanted to get off my chest.... Since people always get the wrong idea sometimes.

#austin butler #kaustin berger

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sallysgrancanwrite · 1 year

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Chapter Twelve

Chloe finally tried to pull herself together and fix her makeup and re~join the party. There was a tapping at her door. She knew who this was, Beth. She went to the door but when she opened it it was Edith instead.

“Oh, Edith hi. Come in. I was just coming back down. Just freshening up.”

“When will you learn dear, you can’t lie to me. I know you’ve been crying. Now what’s going on?”

“It’s just Michael. It was just a misunderstanding about tonight. I really wanted to spend the evening with him, but tonight is about you and Bob! How is your party going?

“It’s great! The tree however is interesting. Put a few drinks in the guys and you don’t know what you’ll end up with. We may have some repair work.” They both laughed. “As always I didn’t let them touch the angel.”

The angel had been Chloe’s mothers. She didn’t have much of her stuff because most had been sold or given away but a few special items were kept for Chloe like the angel and her mothers wedding dress.

“Thank you Edith for always taking such good care of Momma’s things.”

“Well, are you ready to go back to the party?” Edith asked Chloe.

“Yes, I am. Thanks.” she said as she gave her a hug.

They both started down the stairs and saw two of Chloe’s close friends, Tanya and Keith, trying to rearrange the tree decorations.

“These men simply do not know how to properly decorate a Christmas tree,” stated Tanya. “Well, except you darlin,” she said looking at Keith.

“It wouldn’t have had anything to do with the large amount of alcohol they drank would it?” Edith asked after listening to Tanya.

Edith had a hard time being around Tanya much. She felt she was a bit too snooty. She could come across as better than others.

“Well, you know Ms Edith you might be right. Heavens to Betsy they all drank like a bunch of fish. “

“They’re just having a good ol time. No harm done.” Edith said.

Edith and Chloe excused themselves and started to put away all the food and package up everyone else’s. It was getting late and people were starting to get their coats on. They actually had quite a bit left but the ladies brought so much besides what Edith had them making all day. Beth came in and started to load the dishwasher. After the dishes were done and all the ladies had cleaned up everyone started heading home. Bob and Edith had a table full of Anniversary gifts and everyone enjoyed themselves. Clearing the furniture away and putting down a dance floor was a great idea. Now Chloe was tired. She was sleeping in and turning her phone off.

“Goodnight Edith and Bob. Happy Anniversary again.” Chloe said as she hugged and kissed them both goodnight.

“Goodnight,” Beth hollered as she went to bed.

Bob and Edith had a slow dance now that it was quiet and they were alone.

“Honey,” Bob said, “come sit and have some champagne with me. I saved the good stuff for us.”

He looked at her and said,

“I would marry you all over again,”

They kissed each other and sat close in front of the fireplace before turning in for the night. Early the next morning Michael tried calling Chloe. She didn’t answer. He was really getting upset that she thought it was okay not to take his calls. He decided to just go over there.

Chloe woke up and still felt upset about Michael the night before. She pulled herself out of bed and just threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt.mit was chilly and rainy today. She was hanging out at home today. She got downstairs and got a cup of coffee just as Beth was.

“Want to hang out in front of the fire today and watch movies?” Chloe asked

“And eat junk food? Beth asked. “It’s the perfect day for it.”

“Well of course eat junk food,” Chloe laughed. “but first a good breakfast”.

Edith was making biscuits and gravy. Bob’s favorite.

“It smells great in here,” said Beth. “I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry and yet thin as a stick,” Chloe said. “I wish it was that easy for me.”

“You’re just fine. Not an ounce of fat on you,” said Beth. “Come on let’s eat”

Just then there was a knock at the door. Edith walked over and answered it. All Chloe heard was “Oh hi Michael,” and she was ticked. What did he want?

Chloe got up and went to the door.

“I have it Edith, thank you. What can I do for you Michael?”

“What’s wrong? I thought we’d go out for breakfast.”

“No, I’m already eating and I’m staying home today. I’m not in the mood to go anywhere. And you know what’s wrong.”

“Just give me a chance to make up for last night. Please Chloe let me take you to lunch.”

Chloe thought about it, and he did seem sorry. Somehow he always sucked her back in.

“Not today, tomorrow morning breakfast. 8am.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 8 then. I love you.” He reached over and kissed her. She kissed him back. God she loved him. Maybe soon he would ask her to be his wife. She wanted that so much. He has flaws but don’t we all. He has dealt with the worst of his problems in counseling.

She heard dishes clank together and it brought her back to reality. Chloe walked back to the kitchen after Michael left to a very quiet room. Finally Beth spoke up.

“Why do you always go back, always accept his apologies knowing it will happen again? I love you Chloe, but I don’t get what kind of hold this jerk has on you. You could have anyone but you choose him. Baffles me.”

Chloe sat quiet for a moment before she spoke.

“I don’t know how to explain how much I love him. Or how much good I see in him. I know he has so much potential to be better than he is at times and I can’t give up on him. I’m sorry if that upsets all of you.”

“We’re not angry,” said Edith, “just concerned and we worry. You know that no matter what we will all be there for you. Now I’ll make a plate of baked goodies and you all go watch some Christmas movies. I’ll be right there.”

Chloe knew she had the most wonderful people in her life and she felt truly blessed. She felt so loved. She grabbed a blanket and went into the living room. Bob already had a fire going. And Beth already had a bunch of romantic Christmas movies picked out. It was a perfect day filled with family, fun and laughter. When they tired of movies they ordered pizza and played cards. Somehow Edith always won. It had been a while since they had so much fun.

“We need to have family time more often. This has been great today.” Chloe remarked.

They all decided that Saturday’s would be take out and family night.

“Michael is invited to join if you want him to. We want you to be happy.” Bob and Edith agreed.

“Thank you both, I’ll talk to him. It’s getting late and I need to be up and ready by 8am so I’m off to bed. I love you, goodnight.”

Chloe had had fun today but as she got ready for bed it made her think of her parents. Some days Chloe still can’t believe they’re gone. She misses them. Edith and Bob have been great and treated her like their own, but sometimes you just wish for your mom and dad. John and Betty were the most loving, caring and giving people, well besides Edith and Bob of course. No use sitting and dwelling on things that can’t be changed. She brushed her hair and climbed into bed. Before she knew it it was morning. She looked at the clock and it was 7:30! Michael would be here in an hour and she had to take a shower yet. She jumped out of bed and took the fastest shower she has ever taken. She put on a nice pair of khaki slacks, a red sweater with small beads on it and a necklace. Now the hair and makeup. She dried her hair and put it in some hot rollers while she did her makeup. She put on a pinkish eye makeup and some rosy blush and then some red lipstick to finish it. Finally she took the rollers out and brushed through all the curls and hair sprayed it. She put on some perfume and some heels and she was ready. She pulled it off in 45 minutes. Just as she was heading downstairs she heard the doorbell. She grabbed her suede jacket and walked to the door. Edith had answered it.

“Good morning Michael,” she said

“Good morning Edith,” he said.

Then he saw Chloe. She was beautiful as always.

“Good morning Chloe. Are you ready for some breakfast? There is a hotel about 40 minutes from here that serves a wonderful brunch I would love to take you to.”

“If you would like, that’s fine Michael.”

“Goodbye Edith, I’ll talk to you later”.

As they drove to the hotel Chloe realized they were never at a loss for conversation. There was always something to talk about. They enjoyed each other’s company. They got to the hotel and Michael came around and helped her out of the car.

“Thank you Michael, that was very sweet.” Chloe said.

As they walked in Chloe couldn’t believe this place. It was dripping in gold. And marble, and velvet seating. She had never seen a place this nice. Not even the place they went to on their first date.

“Michael this is going to cost you a small fortune. We can go to a cafe. I feel under dressed”. Chloe said, straighten her clothes and fixing her hair.

Michael smiled and looked at her, “you look gorgeous. And I can afford this place just fine. Don’t worry, just enjoy yourself,” he answered her.

“You’re very happy today.” said Chloe

“Yes I am, it’s a beautiful day, I’m with a beautiful woman and the day can only get better.” He replied.

Today he would finally ask Chloe to be his wife. Saying no was not an option in his mind.

#original fiction #original story #writeblr

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 35

*Warning: Adult Content*

Dinner is a strange and tense affair.

Noah Hunter feels as if he’s been dropped in the midst of a bunch of displaced royals, who all hate one another and would gladly slip poison in the others' drinks given the chance but who also insist on abiding by an outdated set of strict manners.

It lends everything they do or say the veneer of pleasantness but behind it lurk venom and deadly threats.

Thankfully, Ambrose Thorne has no patience for it and relieves Noah’s growing tension with little glances and expressions, smirks and smiles and lifted brows, making it clear that the meal about to be served is not the one he's looking forward to.

Noah begins to understand his lack of enthusiasm at the promise of food when Mathilda's hired chef serves the first course and he is presented with a plate of escargot.

‘Wolves do not eat snails.’

It's not like Noah is a vegetarian werewolf or anything.

That oxymoron belongs to his brother Monty, who cries at the nature programs when the zebras don't make it.

Noah just don't like the idea of eating another animal's babies.

By the time the meal ends, I Noah has eaten a few bits of lettuce and a piece of bread.

The others take no notice, thankfully, except for Brutus, who eyes Noah’s untouched veal with a covetous leer.

"Not hungry, eh?" he asks. "You're not one o' them 'animal rights' people are yeh?"

"I think animals should be well-cared for and treated with kindness," Noah replies evenly, glad that his stammer seems to have skipped dinner as well.

"Even the ones we intend to eat."

Brutus eyes Noah beadily and reaches for his plate, pausing with his fingers on its edge.

"You mind?"

"Help yourself." Noah shrugs.

Pulling it towards him, Brutus digs in with a show of relish.

Ignoring him, Noah attempts to engage Penelope in conversation and quickly finds myself grateful that he’s eaten very little after all.

It's clear she has a morbid fascination with the macabre and takes great delight in sharing it.

Noah, on the other hand, could have done without the detailed and enthusiastic description of what exactly 'putrefaction' entails.

Mathilda holds court at the table's other end and Ambrose says little, except to trade barbs with Brutus from time to time.

As dinner at last concludes, he leans back in his chair, the collar of his shirt open, his sleeves rolled up and his hair loose, looking very much the rogue.

He also looks distinctly unhappy, his mood having gradually darkened over the course of the meal.

"Well, I don't know 'bout the rest o' you sods but I'm ready for a real drink," Brutus says, downing the last of the red wine the chef had paired with the main course and pushing back his chair.

"I imagine Augustus will join me, eh Auggie? Though 's usual, you've had more 'n you should already."

"Leave him alone, Brutus," Mathilda snaps. "You're two sheets to the wind yourself and as much as we may despise one another, we're all in the same boat and if it sinks we'll sink together. Passing out drunk will serve no one, least of all yourself. August and Aileen are the only ones of us with their relics not yet stolen. We must stay alert for their sakes, which, unless you've forgotten, are our own sakes as well."

Brutus blinks at her in surprise, his ruddy face darkening to a color closer to puce, though from what emotion is difficult to tell.

"As you say, mother," he drawls, after a tense few seconds tick by.

"Well, I'll retire to the libr'ry then. Join me if you like. I imagine one small drink won't do any harm or is that what you've been telling yourself for half a century now, Auggie?"

Augustus looks up but says nothing, a dull hurt in his sunken eyes.

Noah feels bad for him, despite knowing that he took part in a terrible ritual and did nothing to stop his brother's abuse of Ambrose.

Of all the family, he's the only one who's shown anything like remorse.

At least, that's what Noah thinks until he speaks and the young man realizes that what he thought was remorse is instead self-pity.

"This is all Aengus' fault," he mutters. "If he'd known what he was dealing with, we'd've been more careful, wouldn't we? Damned dragons, may they all rot in hell."

He casts Ambrose a dark look as he gets to his feet and follows Brutus from the room.

"And the same to you, Uncle Gus," Ambrose returns with false cheer, lifting his own glass to his receding back.

"Bah."

August waves a limp hand at him and disappears through the door.

"Well, I suppose we ought to join them," Mathilda says, addressing Aileen and Penelope.

"Those two are liable to do this thief's work for him and kill one another. Come along."

Rising, she follows the two men from the room.

Aileen rolls her eyes and huffs with annoyance but follows as well.

Noah stands as Penelope does and He’s a bit surprised when she turns and gives him a small, self-conscious smile.

"It was lovely talking with you, Noah" she says in her whispery, cobweb voice.

"Most people don't enjoy my company and I don't often get the chance to express my ideas, outside of my novels, of course. I hope we have a chance to spend more time together, while I visit."

Noah makes some bland reply and with a slight curtsy, she trails after the others into the entry-hall and across it to the library, seeming to float like a spectre as she goes.

"Penelope doesn't seem so bad," Noah comments to Ambrose, who still sits with his chair rocked back on two legs, looking like something from the cover of a bodice-ripper, with his shirt half-unbuttoned, legs spread wide and one foot resting on the seat of the adjacent chair.

"She isn't," he agrees,

"At least as far as personality goes. Compared to Brutus, she's downright pleasant. Of course, Brutus won't lace your tea with arsenic and then sit by with a pencil and pad, making notes on how long it takes you to die."

Noah blinks at him.

"She's got no conscience," he goes on.

"Not quite a psychopath, doesn't think highly enough of herself for that but lacks empathy. That and she's a little too curious about how death works, thinks she needs to 'write from experience' you see."

Noah’s heart skips a beat as he realizes what he's saying.

"You mean... she's...?"

"A murderer?" he supplies, lifting his brows.

"Probably. She's had a few husbands and lovers over the years. They all seem to disappear one way or another. Some of them probably really did 'move to Africa,' or something but I wouldn't be surprised if she's got a few literal skeletons in her closet. Mostly it's animals though, neighborhood pets and the like, that tend to go missing. We'll keep a close eye on Dougal while she's here. I'd keep my distance as well, if I were you, as it seems she's taken an interest."

Ambrose winks but it lacks charm this time and strikes Noah as something cold and cynical.

Noah swallows, thinking of their dinner conversation with renewed horror.

"Not that she'd dare try anything here," he adds as he gets to his feet.

"She's always been a little scared of me, I thin, because I can see exactly what she is. A spider, weaving and watching and waiting for unsuspecting, trusting little flies."

Ambrose comes towards Noah as he speaks, pressing him back until he hits the wall, then crowding close, trapping the young man between his arms.

The strange mood that settled on Ambrose over dinner seems even stronger now and when Noah meets his eyes he sees something fierce and dangerous in their depths, something that might frighten him if he didn't know better.

Even so, Noah’s breath quickens and a flush rises to his face as his heat and rich, spice-like scent fill his senses.

"Ambrose..."

He leans in and kisses the side of Noah’s neck, sliding his hands down to his hips and pulling him hard against him.

"Ambrose. Hey, stop it," Noah says, trying to push him away.

"You're acting weird again. Are you alright?"

Ambrose continues to press against Noah a moment, his breath and lips hot on the young man’s skin as he kisses his throat beneath his jaw and then he slumps forward, resting his head on Noah’s shoulder with a sigh and leaning on him heavily.

"I'm sorry, little wolf," he whispers after a moment, backing off enough to meet my eyes.

"Years' worth of bad memories called up at once, is all. That lot bring out the worst in me, I suppose. I just need to know you're really here, touch you, taste you, hear your voice, see those pretty lips speak my name."

Ambrose’s eyes soften and go dark as he leans in again, aiming for Noah’s mouth this time.

"Ambrose," Noah says, accidentally giving him what he wants as he holds him back,

"I want all that too but... maybe later. And you have to ask, remember? Mates or not, you can't just pounce on me like that. Sometimes I... Well, sometimes I don't want to, you know? In fact, before I met you, I almost never wanted to. I know you've got your horny dragon magic to make me feel whatever you want but..."

Pulling away, Ambrose brushes his loose hair behind his ears and looks down at Noah.

"'Horny dragon magic?'" he repeats, frowning.

"As fun as that sounds, little wolf, I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"You know," Noah shrugs, his gaze sliding away from his as his face heats again.

"When you m-make me feel all w-warm and all I can think about is where you're t-touching me and your s-smell and...e-everything."

Ambrose stares at him for a moment and then, to Noah’s horror, he bursts out laughing.

The voices in the library fall silent at the sound and he covers his mouth with his hand as his eyes shine with mirth.

"What?" Noah demands, the beginnings of confused anger and shame straining his voice.

"What's so funny?"

Ambrose stops shaking with laughter but there's still a grin stretching his lips as he leans forward and presses a kiss between Noah’s eyes.

"What's funny is I don't have any 'horny dragon magic' little wolf," he says, sounding inexplicably happy.

"What you felt... What you're feeling... well, that's just good old-fashioned chemistry. Seems like you an' I really are a perfect match."

Ambrose smiles.

"You enchant me too, you know."

"R-really?"

Noah leans away from Ambrose, frowning with suspicion.

Ambrose nods, tilting his head to the side with curiosity.

"You're telling me you never felt that way before, getting close to someone you liked? Someone you felt such strong attraction for?"

Noah shakes his head and his brows lift as his warm mahogany eyes go wide.

"Well now..."

Ambrose slides his hands around Noah’s waist, pulling him towards him but carefully and gently this time and Noah doesn't resist.

"I think you truly are a treasure, my lovely little wolf, one of a kind and more than I deserve but I'm a fortunate man, after all, it seems."

Ambrose swayed slightly from side to side with Noah in his arms, almost like they were slow dancing, then gives him another squeeze and lets him go, kissing his cheek.

"Go on... escape while you can. I'll play host awhile and then join you in a bit."

With a wink like a spark of fire and the return of his devilish grin, Ambrose goes, closing the doors to the library behind him, leaving Noah with the lingering ghosts of his scent and warmth and touch and of all the promises that they hold.

~ ☾ ~

Calling Dougal in from outside, Noah take him upstairs with him, deciding that he should sleep in their room, on the bed if he likes, at least while Penelope is here.

Noah showers and dresses in his night things and then, with no sign of Ambrose yet, he grabs a book and begins to read.

An hour passes, then another and then, despite having napped before dinner, Noah falls asleep with the book in his lap.

His stomach wakes him, reminding him with a sharp pang of hunger that he’s still starving.

A glance at his cell--phone shows it's past midnight but the lights are on and the place beside him is Ambrose-free.

Rising, Noah pads silently from their bedroom and down the hall, pausing at the top of the stairs.

There are no lights on below and no sound except the ticking of the great clock in the entryway.

Descending, he move towards the library, intending to listen at the doors but finds them open, the interior of the room deserted and dark.

"Ambrose?" Noah whispers.

Silence answers.

Shifting his eyes so he can see without turning on the light, Noah scans the darkness, picking out a tray of tumblers and a nearly empty decanter of some kind of spirits.

So much for 'one drink,' Noah thinks and hoped that Ambrose hadn't overdone it.

Crossing the hall into the kitchen, Noah looks for any sign of him or the guests but the place is spotless.

He can't fault Mathilda's 'staff' for that, at least.

Opening the fridge, Noah rummages for something easy and edible, settling on a jar of peanut butter and an apple.

Slicing the fruit into thick wedges, Noah slathers it with peanut butter and bolts it down, then chugs a glass of milk.

With his appetite satisfied, he’s able to think a bit more clearly as he prepares to sweep the rest of the house in search of Ambrose.

He shifts his ears as well as his eyes and leaves the kitchen to stand once more in the entrance hall.

From there, the house is about equally split between left and right, upstairs and down and he listens for any hint of a sound to guide him one way or another.

There's nothing and after a minute of listening he heads upstairs.

He stands before each of the guest room doors in turn but detect only the faint sounds of one person sleeping in each.

Mathilda has the one at the end, formerly Noah’s, as it's the largest and has the nice corner windows.

There's a window at the end of the hall, too and after determining that the light snores coming from the room are definitely female, Noah glances down at the desiccated garden below.

Movement catches his eye and a flash of white disappears around the corner of the house, heading in the direction of the broken window Dane and Noah had found.

He'd been so upset after what happened between them, he doubted he'd come back to repair it.

Dashing lightly back along the hall and downstairs, Noah goes to the front door, then hesitates with his hand on the knob.

Dane had warned him not to wander around outside on his own after dark.

It was sound advice and with the possibility that the thief might have an interest in him now, Noah knew it was sounder still.

Dane had also warned Noah not to trust Ambrose, not to trust his feelings and not to get hurt.

But he was the one who had hurt him and Ambrose was Noah’s Mate.

"Fuck you, Dane," Noah whispers. "I'm a Wolf, too."

With this statement bolstering his resolve, Noah brushes aside the hints of fear threatening to hold him back, open the door and slip quietly out into the night.

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