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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months

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Hiiii!!! Babes wow I’m so IN LOVE with the way you write soft Miguel!!! It’s the cutest effing shiz 🥹 I go very weak in the knees for a big grumpy indifferent man that is so dang painfully soft for their girl it’s such a huge turn on for my heart 😩 I also came to share that I’ve been imagining Miguel overhearing reader talk about how she’s never had a secret admirer and then a few days later she finds a red rose w/a lil note addressed to her. From a distance Miguel & Jess watch as she parades her lil rose around the others all smiley and Jess asks if he’s gonna tell her and he murmurs “let her have her little admirer” Like that mans got it baaad 😮‍💨

hiii!! omg stop it, that’s so fucking sweet!! thank you! and me too!! I love mean cold grumpy men that have a soft spot for their girl, like embarrassing soft and mushy for her!! it’s my weakness😩 that is the cutest idea. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

secret admirer

miguel o’hara x f reader

wc: 722

part 2 -> here

You were never usually one to receive spontaneous gifts from others, rarely one to have a secret admirer, so when you walk into your office and see a singular red rose with a small envelope attached, your stomach immediately somersaulted.

A few days prior, you and Peter were talking about gifts and what he should get MJ for their upcoming anniversary, and then the subject of secret admirers arose. You mentioned how you've never been on the receiving end of those small romantic gestures and how you wished and hoped you could be at some point. To you, it was a simple flyaway comment, but based on Peter's solemn reaction, you couldn't help but think that he felt guilty.

You did ponder if Peter left it for you as a sympathy gift, but the red rose was a tell-tell sign that he didn't. So now, you couldn't help but wonder who gave you the flower. Who knew the passcode for your door? Who knew about your whereabouts? All these questions span in your mind as you walk into your office.

You reach for the rose, bringing the flower to your nose, softly breathing in its fragrant scent as you pick up the envelope. You place the flower down and glance around your office, looking through the windows to see if anyone's watching. Once you know it's clear, you open the paper and pull out the small note.

' I heard you've never had a secret admirer before,

I'm glad to be your first.

Spider-Man '

Even though it's tagged Spider-Man, it could be anyone. Literally anybody. Hundreds, if not thousands, of possibilities. But the one spider that first came to mind was Peter. You wanted to tell him about the strange coincidence and share your happiness about the situation. So you flag him down, rose and note in your hand as you search through HQ for him.

You finally spot him in the cafeteria with Jess and Miguel, talking over food and coffee. You hesitantly make your way over with a smile as you subtly wave over to him.

"Sorry- sorry, do you mind if I borrow Peter real quick?" you ask, glancing between them all.

"Sure," Miguel softly smiles as he looks you up and down, noticing the rose in your hand.

"Thank you, we won't be long. Hurry- come on," you say, tugging Peter's arm.

"Alright, alright," he huffs, taking a final bite of his burger before placing it down. "What's so urgent anyway?" he grumbles, trudging after you as he adjusts Mayday in the Björn.

"You know how I mentioned the other day- about the secret admirer thing...?" you start, looking at him eagerly. "Well, look what I just found," you smile, showing off your rose and note. "I went into my office, and- and it was just sitting there, for me. A rose for me!" you excitedly gush, smiling widely.

"No way?" he says, his joyful tone matching yours. "Let me see the note,"

As he reads through the letter, you glance around the cafeteria, your gaze honing in on Jess and Miguel, who were not so subtly staring at you. Suspicions rise when you notice them whisper to each other, heads together as if they're in cahoots.

"Hey Peter, can you do me a favour?" you ask, slyly leaning forward.

"Sure, what's up?"

"This might be really wrong, but I need you to do something for me. I need you to eavesdrop, please?" you say sweetly, hoping to mask the morally wrong favour you were asking.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, please. And do it quick. Miguel and Jess- hurry,"

"Shut up then, so I can listen," he shushes you, chuckling.

He's quiet for a few moments, a slow smile creeping on his face as he listens in on their conversation.

"What are they saying? Tell me," you ask, eyes keen as they dart around the room.

"I can't tell you..." he grins, shaking his head.

"Why? Why not?" you playfully hound, gesturing with your hands. "Come on, please?"

"God, he's gonna kill me," he mutters. "All I heard was the end part... Jess said, 'Are you gonna tell her about the rose?' and then Miguel said, 'Let her have her little admirer. She needs it,' okay? That's all I heard,"

Your smile widens.

The rose, it was from Miguel?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse

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ekat-fandom-blog · 7 months

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It was known that whenever your soulmate got a scar or a bruise you'd get a flower in the same place. The flowers coincide with how they were feeling when they got the scars/bruises. As the scars/bruises faded, so did the flowers.

Sam and Valerie had figured out they were soulmates because they got the same flowers in the same area every time their soulmate (or soulmates. They weren't sure how many they had.) got hurt. Some of the flowers never faded, showing that their soulmates scar never did either.

As time went on Sam got more and more interested in how the soulmate marks work. Found as many resources as she could, and when she ran out of them, she started experimenting. The experiments didn't last very long. Everyone was very upset with her. It didn't matter, she had proof that the flower meaning guide she found was accurate.

Cass had always been careful to hide her soulmate marks when she'd been with the League. They were a sign of weakness. They were also a sign of a potential traitor. Her father told her to never look at them.

When she left, she found them interesting to look at she didn't understand why they were there or why they appeared or disappeared. They just did. They were pretty. She saw them on other people sometimes too. While she hid them when she was in public as she only wore her Orphan costume and then kept to long sleeves and pants, she took joy in admiring the pretty flowers.

She learned what they meant and what they were after she was adopted by Bruce. She wasn't good at reading words, so the "Flower meanings list" wasn't very helpful, but Steph and Tim helped her figure out their meanings.

Steph didn't mean to hide her soulmate marks, but it was easier sometimes to hide them along with the bruises and scratches and other injuries than it was to avoid covering them up. She started to suspect that Cass was her soulmate when she saw flowers pop up when she got hurt. She thinks Cass noticed flowers appearing on her whenever the other got hurt, too.

After they confirmed their status as soulmates, they started to suspect that they had at least one more. There were a few thyme (courage, strength) sprigs and tansy (hostile thoughts, declaring war) littering them both showed that whoever their other soulmate was, was probably a spitfire. Their soulmate's flowers eventually stopped appearing so frequently.

Valerie left Amity, promising Sam to call as often as possible. The new city, Gotham, was dark and gothic. Valerie knew Sam would love the place. The fact that her soulmate could so easily fit in with the villains made her hope they never decided to settle down here.

It wasn't easy to adjust to the place, given how dreary and loud and crowded it was. She had to deal with too many idiots trying to pickpocket her. It was enough to make her wish she'd gone to a city closer to her hometown. Like Faucett City.

It really didn't help that there were vigilantes that had decided to take an interest in her. Dumb vigilantes that had decided to name themselves after animals. It's almost as bad as Danny's pun. Or "Superman".

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #gloom and bloom ship #cass x steph x valerie x sam #soulmate au #flower scars soulmate au

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otdiaftg · 8 months

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The Raven King - Chapter Six

Day: Saturday, September 9th Time: 10:05 PM EST

Renee appeared out of nowhere on Kevin's other side. She looped one arm through Kevin's and held her free hand out to Jean. "Jean, wasn't it? My name is Renee Walker. We didn't really get a chance to talk earlier." Confusion eased Jean's stoic mask into something more than a little uncomfortable, but he accepted her handshake. "Jean Moreau." "Neil Josten," someone said. Neil trusted Kevin to Renee and turned to face the man who'd spoken. Two men and a woman stood in a tight clump to his left. The man offered a sneer instead of a hand. "We are the Ravens' starting strikers. We wanted you to see us so you know what an offense team really looks like." "Offense, or offensive?" Matt sidled up alongside Neil. Renee's arrival might have been coincidence, but Matt's wasn't. Neil guessed Allison alerted the upperclassmen to the Ravens' approach. "Matt Boyd, starting backliner for the Foxes. I'm the one who's going to be wrecking your goals this October. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand but didn't look surprised when no one took it. "Guess the pleasure's all mine." "We're sure it is," the Raven striker said, "seeing how you're dating a prostitute." "Stripper," Dan corrected as she showed up and wound an arm around Matt's waist. Her stilettos hung off her fingers by their thin straps and she jiggled them as she spoke. "Hopefully you're smart enough to distinguish between the two professions. If you're not, I have serious concerns about your academic standings." "Hennessey, right?" one of the strikers said. "Such a good name for such a fierce spirit." "We were a little disappointed you didn't sign up as part of the entertainment tonight," one of the others said. "We were looking forward to the show." The once-over he gave her was syrupy slow. Dan slid around Matt to get in the Raven's personal space. The striker grinned at Matt over her shoulder, then tilted forward and sucked in a deep breath against her neck. Dan brought her stilettos up between his legs in a vicious punch. The Raven recoiled with an inhuman yelp. The teammates to either side of him grimaced and cringed away. They were quick to avert their eyes from their half-crumpled colleague. "Yeah, Hennessey," Dan said, sounding calmer than Neil thought she should in the face of such treatment. "Treats you right if you're willing to pay and will fuck you over the morning after if you're not nice enough to her. Sorry, but this bottle's got a name on it. Hope you feel that one for a while, you lowlife asshole."

Art used with permission by Ouijacine. Thank you @ouijacine !

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froginninjago · 29 days

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What if Tomorrow's Tea went differently? (AKA my on the spot villain AU)

From what I've seen, Tomorrow's Tea is when it kind of really settled in that Lloyd was going to be a "hero". He couldn't use the excuse of young age anymore. He was given expectations that no one has met before, before he even made it to middle school.

What if the other ninja weren't ready for that? What if they got fed up with Wu's cryptic sayings and being told to save everyone? First they were supposed to put their lives on the line, but now they're throwing a child out there?

Kai was the first to go. When he saw Lloyd, forced to grow up literally and metaphorically, he saw himself. He saw his younger self taking care of Nya long before he could provide for himself, and he knew that he couldn't watch that same thing happen to Lloyd. So he left. He ran off in the night, and everyone woke up to a note assuring them he wasn't taken, but that was it.

Cole was the second to leave. He was also the one to take Lloyd with him. Lloyd had been close to Kai, ever since the incident in the volcano. When Kai left, right after he'd just had his world turned upside down? Lloyd couldn't handle it. He trained, and only trained. He'd take breaks to eat the bare minimum of food he needed, and sleep only a few hours each night. After a month of this, Cole stormed into Lloyd's room as he was waking up for more training and announced they were leaving. Lloyd, not realizing that this wasn't a trip, went with him. They set out the next morning, and found Kai on the outskirts of the city, planning how he'd return to Ignacia. They convinced him to stay in the city, and stayed with him.

Jay was next. With Kai, Cole, and especially Lloyd gone, Wu had been treating him and Zane especially harshly. It was fine for the first few days, when he could at least talk to Nya. Sure, she was a bit off, but he chalked that up to her missing her brothers. After a week though, when it came clear no one was coming back, she gave up on talking to him. He didn't know where she kept disappearing to, but now it was just him, Zane, and Wu. So he left too. By coincidence, he ran into Cole at the grocery store, who took him back to where he was staying with Kai and Lloyd.

Zane stayed the longest. He saw nothing wrong with his training. Perhaps Wu was being harsh on Jay, Cole, and Lloyd, but he was a nindroid and equipped to handle this. He was built to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, and if he didn't have help, it made sense he'd work harder. He did miss Lloyd, Jay, Kai, and Cole. It was lonely. He hadn't known that he'd formed a relationship, until it was gone. Then, one night, his door was slammed open. Nya announced that she was leaving to find her brothers, and Zane wished her luck. He informed Wu of it the next morning, and that's when he started to consider leaving. Wu hadn't showed any sign of caring that Nya was gone. He hadn't shown much concern for any of the ninja leaving, but Zane had assumed that was due to their training and elemental powers. Now though? He realized what it was. Wu wasn't trying to have them be heroes.

Wu was turning them into weapons. And Zane wasn't going to sit around and let that happen. So he left, and ran to catch up with Nya. Together they found Kai, Cole, Lloyd, and Jay. They all agreed they didn't have the money or experience to stay in Ninjago City, and decided to head to Jay's parents junkyard.

It was a long trip on foot, but they all learned something about themselves. It started when Lloyd was out of his strict training regime. They had run out of money and food, and their youngest picked the pocket of a businessman who happened to pass them. Zane was originally against it, but they all talked him out of reporting them to the police. After all, it was only a one time thing, right?

It was a one time thing. Until they found someone in an alley beating up another. Zane stepped in, defending the woman on the ground and letting her run free. He accidentally hit the offending man too hard and knocked him out. They decided to take some of his money while he was down. After all, he wasn't using it, and they still had to travel a while. Little did they know, this was the start of a new life.

#lego ninjago #ninjago headcanon #ninjago au #villain au #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #i think this is going to be my new big project. I'll still do the 365 day challenge #but it may be themed now #frogs villainous legos

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kaisacobra · 10 months

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Relationship HCs - Mindy Meeks-Martin & Anika Kayoko

Summary: What would a relationship between you, Mindy and Anika be like?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

♡ HOW YOU MET

You became friends with Chad early in college, taking a few classes in common.

Chad would always mention you in conversations, talking about how you had been nice enough to go on a campus tour with him, not mentioning the Woodsboro events like other classmates had done.

Mindy even made a joke about her brother having a little crush, but he made it clear that he wasn't exactly your type. That piqued Mindy's curiosity, but she didn't do anything about it because she had just started dating Anika and that was her main focus.

Everything changed at Chad's birthday party, however.

Being one of his best friends, you were obviously invited to the small celebration dinner at one of his favorite pizza places.

And everyone was dying to know about you, since you were the only person outside of the group that Chad let near him (aside from Ethan, but he was his roommate).

When you arrived, most of them thought you were a nice person (Sam was still deciding if you were trustworthy or not) but Mindy and Anika? Oh, their heads were playing Bound - Ponderosa Twins Plus One.

Anika was more subtle about her attraction than Mindy (who couldn't stop staring at you all night) but she also felt something magnetic about you.

You didn't even notice it on the day. The two of them had been introduced as girlfriends so it was almost out of the question that there might be some interest on their part.

You only found out days into the relationship how much they had adored you from the first time they laid eyes on you.

♡ HOW THE RELATIONSHIP STARTED

They had this conversation immediately after the birthday was over.

Like I said, Mindy hadn't exactly been sudden + I think Anika is very good at interpreting signs from people, especially if they are close to her.

It was a very calm conversation as they are both open-minded people and their biggest concern was that you might not think the same.

They started in a gentle way. Anika would ask you about your major in college here, Mindy would recommend a horror movie there, all in cautious steps.

And then "happy coincidences" started happening frequently. Mindy had to deliver something to Chad at the end of some class? Why not take advantage of it and call you to grab a coffee with her and Anika?

And when you were with them, all interactions were on a fine line between friendship affections or something more. Constant compliments, hugs that lasted a few seconds too long, touches that lingered.

And the more you seemed comfortable and seemed to enjoy those acts, the more they did and intensified them. Hugs turned into kisses on the cheek and a touch on the shoulder turned into hands on your thighs.

No words of confession needed to be exchanged between you, such was the connection the three of you shared. You just knew how each other felt and it all seemed so natural.

One day, without ceremony, the two of them asked you to become their girlfriend in the middle of a picnic they had organized and, as much as it was expected that you would accept, their hearts raced as you said your answer.

You said yes, of course, and they were so happy that they dropped you in an awkward hug on the spread towel, peppering your face with little kisses to show how much they liked you.

After they pulled away and you could get a better look into their eyes, you exchanged a long-awaited kiss, full of passion and affection. Anika went first, being the more impatient of the two, but soon you kissed Mindy too and the two exchanged a kiss between them as well.

That was the official start of your relationship.

♡ HOW THE RELATIONSHIP WORKS

There is no option to dislike physical contact in this relationship. Their prominent love language is touch, and that's pretty clear to everyone.

They are not shy with PDA, but they may tone it down depending on how comfortable you are with it. However, they always need to have at least one hand on your arm at all times.

Your favorite types of dates are movie nights that take place at Anika's apartment (because you and Mindy live in dorms), although art workshops are a program you love to do together as well.

Anika made beaded bracelets with all of your initials and other decorations. She pouts if she notices you or Mindy aren't wearing them.

Going back to the movie nights, Anika lies on both of your laps every time, while Mindy slings her arms around your shoulders to bring you closer.

However, if there's a scary movie on and you get scared easily, the two of them will have you in the middle of a tight hug. Mindy will try to calm you down by telling you facts about the behind the scenes while Anika holds your hand.

I can see them both really enjoying doing those tiktok couple trends. Their favorite one was when you filled each other's faces with kiss marks from Anika's red lipstick.

They are your BIGGEST hype girls on earth. They always love to compliment you and won't let you think anything negative about yourself.

But if you do, they are great listeners and will want to have a better understanding of how you're feeling, thinking of ways on how to make you feel more confident about yourself.

You guys are the most judgmental throuple in the world. One of you will say "you won't believe what that person did." and for the next few minutes, you'll gossip together about it.

Usually "babe" is the most used pet name between you, but sometimes Anika calls you "Angel" and Mindy calls you "Darling" (fun fact, the first time she called you that, it was a joke, but it sounded so good that she still calls you darling occasionally).

You don't have a fixed position in bed when you go to sleep. Anika likes to stay between you most of the time but that can change depending on how you and Mindy are feeling on the day.

Especially when Mindy wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares about Woodsboro and you and Anika need to hold her in your arms and assure her that she is safe and well.

Overall, you have a great relationship with clear displays of affection and great communication.

(Ps: Mindy loves to tease Chad, saying she has two partners while he has none).

#scream #scream vi #mindy meeks martin #mindy meeks x reader #anika kayoko #anika kayoko x reader #anika kayoko x mindy meeks #mindy meeks imagine #anika kayoko imagine

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liaromancewriter · 5 months

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Under The Mistletoe

Premise: Ethan Ramsey is not one to kiss anyone under the mistletoe, but he’s willing to make an exception just once.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,690

A/N: Finally starting to find my writing mojo again. Submission for @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday event, prompt "getting crush under the mistletoe", for @choicesholidays prompt "It's tradition" and for @choicesdecember2023 prompt "winter solstice". I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 63, prompt 3 (in bold) and Holiday prompt 1 (in bold)

I. Intern Year

Snow fell prettily outside, dusting the skylight above Edenbrook Hospital’s atrium with white crystals. Standing just inside the entrance under the glass dome, Cassie Valentine gazed in wonder at the snowflakes swirling above.

She felt like a figurine inside a snow globe and spread her arms out in delight. Giggling, she twirled on one foot and almost tripped when a masculine voice boomed behind her.

“Rookie, what are you doing?!?”

Ethan Ramsey stared at her askance, a bewildered expression on his face. He must have just arrived, for he was wearing a woolen winter coat with a bluish-gray scarf wound around his neck. Snowflakes dusted his hair.

She shrugged nonchalantly, unable or maybe even unwilling to explain. “The moment seemed to call for it.”

Ethan opened his mouth to, no doubt, make a cutting remark about the childishness of interns. But before he could say a word, someone bumped into him from behind, causing him to curse as coffee splashed on his coat from the to-go cup in his hand.

“Oh, Dr. Ramsey. Hi!” The woman beamed flirtatiously before her gaze trailed upward. “What a lovely coincidence.”

Cassie didn’t know the other doctor’s name, but she’d seen her around. She was a senior fellow in the Hem/Onc department and, Cassie thought, had a kind smile.

Ethan stared at the other woman waiting expectantly and then up at the mistletoe that an enterprising soul had hung from the light fixture just inside the entrance.

“Dr. Johnson.” He practically sputtered the name as realization hit, and his face flushed.

Cassie guffawed at Ethan’s sudden discomfort, swallowing her laughter with a loud cough when he shot her an annoyed look. She could practically see the gears in his brain working overtime to avoid kissing under the mistletoe.

Leaving him to handle his admirer, she rushed off before he could berate her for not showing a modicum of decorum. As she changed in the locker room, she wondered if he’d given in to tradition just to save face or made his escape.

Definitely the latter, she decided as she began her shift. Ethan was still a closed book at times, but she was absolutely positive about this. Doctor ‘Attraction is just a neurochemical response to close proximity’ Ramsey wasn’t the kind to kiss anyone under the mistletoe.

II. Second Year

Ethan didn’t know what it was about the holidays that made capable adults turn into horny teenagers. He’d already been accosted by nurses, interns and even patients under the guise of holiday traditions.

His brows snapped in annoyance. This would be so much easier if people didn’t automatically assume he was single. He’d already declared his relationship status to a few million people a couple of months ago. Did no one watch national television anymore?

As he headed to the elevator bank, he glanced warily at the ceiling for any signs of the offending plant and breathed easily when he found none.

Naveen had ordered all mistletoe removed from the hospital after someone filed a sexual harassment complaint. And yet, sprigs of mistletoe kept appearing with a message from someone calling themselves the Elf of Edenbrook.

The custodial staff had their work cut out for them, he thought, getting off the elevator at his floor.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan spied the new nurse from the fifth floor strolling toward him. She flipped back her red hair in a practiced move and thrust out her impressive chest. He pretended not to notice and increased his stride.

He sighed in relief when the glass walls of the diagnostic team office came into view, along with a familiar blonde head chatting intensely with Baz Mirani and June Hirata around the meeting table.

That was another problem with secret relationships. Couldn’t just kick people out of the office for alone time with his girlfriend.

Mirani saw him first and lifted a hand in greeting as Ethan swiped himself into the office.

“Good, you’re here,” Hirata commented unnecessarily to Ethan’s mind.

“Did something happen, Dr. Ramsey?” Cassie asked, accurately reading his body language.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Valentine,” Ethan kept his tone neutral as he joined the team, standing at the front of the table. “Just annoyed that people won’t stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

Mirani laughed good-naturedly, having heard Ethan complain about this before. “Did the Elf of Edenbrook attack again?”

Ethan grimaced and then shrugged. “Anyway, what’s the latest here?”

“The drug protocol isn’t working,” June stated. “Valentine thinks we’re missing something, and I agree.”

Ethan picked up the marker and turned to face the whiteboard. “Let’s brainstorm this blind then.”

For the next half hour, Ethan forgot about everything but the case. By the time he dismissed the team, they had a clear action plan. He took his place behind the desk and switched on the monitor.

“Valentine, can you stay back, please?” Ethan called out as Baz and June filed out, now discussing their plans for the hospital’s holiday party.

“What’s up?” Cassie asked, dropping into the visitor’s chair.

He cast a furtive glance at the retreating backs of their colleagues, waiting until they disappeared from view. “Come home with me tonight.”

“Afraid to spend the longest night alone?” Cassie teased. When he stared at her in confusion, she added. “It’s the Winter Solstice, Ethan. Only three more days until Christmas!”

“Good,” he said with gusto. “Then this mistletoe madness can finally end.”

Cassie burst into laughter, slapping her hands together. “You have such a way with words, babe. One would think you hate kissing, but we both know you love it.”

“I admit nothing,” he said just to be contrary. “So, about tonight…? As you know, I’m heading to Providence on Christmas Eve. But it’s our first Christmas together as a couple, and I——”

Ethan cut himself off before the sappy, sentimental words could escape his lips. He wanted holiday memories with Cassie, something when they weren’t both working. They’d agreed to one present each but might have broken that rule already.

“It’s movie night at Casa Roomies,” Cassie began slowly, and he tried to hide his disappointment. “But I’d rather spend the night with you. On one condition.”

He almost sighed in relief, but her last words made him pause. He watched suspiciously as Cassie reached inside her white coat and took out a sprig of mistletoe.

“I want a kiss under the mistletoe,” she smirked, her green eyes swimming with mischief.

“Not you, too,” Ethan griped and sprawled in his chair.

“One kiss for one night.” Cassie shook the mistletoe invitingly. “What do you say?”

Ethan stared at the empty hallway outside and decided to take a calculated risk. “Come here.”

Pushing the chair back, he moved toward the corner of the office, out of sight from the glass. He yanked Cassie into his arms and pressed her against the wall. Lifting her arms, he cuffed her wrists with one hand so that the mistletoe hung above them.

Cassie angled her face toward him, her eyes glittering in anticipation, a triumphant smile hovering on her lips. “Just play along.”

“Just this once,” he said, leaning down to nibble her throat, tracing a line of kisses along her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her earlobe.

He placed two fingers on her chin, pressing firmly until her lips parted. He covered her mouth with his, holding her still as he devoured her. His tongue swirled deep and withdrew. She followed, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth.

Her arms went slack as he released them, and she wrapped them around his neck. His hands roamed her body, pushing away the white coat to find the hem of her top, lifting that and the undershirt until he touched her silky skin.

Cassie shuddered when he cupped her bra-filled breasts, his thumbs flicking across her taut nipples. He swallowed her moans, his hands now on her thighs, spreading them wide until they cradled him.

Ethan knew this had gone too far, but he was loathe to end it. Despite the risk they were taking, he deepened the kiss.

“Stop,” Cassie cried, pushing against him.

Ethan groaned in frustration but forced himself off her and stepped back. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath.

“Dammit, Ethan,” Cassie cursed, brushing her fingers through her hair. “How am I supposed to go back to work looking like this?”

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red, and her eyes had the look of a woman who had just left her lover’s bed. She reached beneath her top to adjust her bra and then straightened her clothes, smoothing down the lapels of the white coat.

“You told me to kiss you!” he protested weakly.

“One kiss,” Cassie scoffed, giving him an incredulous look.

“Well, now you owe me two nights, minimum,” Ethan said, feeling the euphoria of earlier start to fade.

“Put it on my tab,” Cassie shot back.

They stared at each other in annoyance, and then Cassie chuckled, much to Ethan’s chagrin. He wondered if he would ever understand her moods.

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” she wheezed, her laughter turning into a coughing fit. “I got carried away, too. Let’s just chalk this off to a serious error in judgment on my part.”

“Damn mistletoe,” Ethan grumbled, rolling his eyes when she giggled.

“Mistletoe really does put you in a bad mood, huh?” she teased, framing his face between her hands. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to head up to the roof and let the frigid air take care of the rest.”

Cassie stretched on her toes and kissed the corner of his lips. “See you tonight, handsome.”

Ethan kept his eyes locked on Cassie as she ducked into the stairwell. He started to turn away when he saw the forgotten mistletoe on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and stared at the innocuous-looking plant.

Without another thought, he slipped it inside his pant pockets and grinned wickedly. It might just come in handy again tonight.

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woeswrites · 1 year

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Yandere Daryl Dixon

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Nonconsensual kissing, etc.

At first Daryl's feelings for you were completely normal

If anything they were a little childish

It played out like something from elementary school

He was a little standoffish/aggressive towards you

Always taking a jab when he could at anything he could think of

Liking to set you off and see you try and fire something back only for it to never really land

"You shouldn't talk so much. You'd contribute a lot more around here if you just shut it you know?"

"I don't remember asking for advice Daryl..."

You were convinced you had done something to tick the hunter off

In reality, he was confused about the weird feeling being around you gave him

He felt sick to his stomach

Not in a throwing up sort of way... but it was something he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he tried

He found himself staring at you whenever you were around

He even picked up on your small mannerisms, taking a mental note whenever he saw one in action

He found them kind of cute?

Like whenever you knitted your eyebrows after losing a game of cards

Or when you scrunched your nose after having seen the daily hunt he'd just picked up

OR the way your mouth quirked up a little to the right whenever you successfully landed a shot

ORRR--

He could go on and on

He had never paid this much attention to anyone before

It was freaking him out just how much time you had started taking up in his life

He tried to get you off his mind

He'd never needed someone before and god be damned if he would need someone now

Or at least that's what he tried telling himself

Every time he saw a duck he definitely didn't spend extra time hunting to snag it

How would he have known you had an affinity for poultry?

It was just a coincidence that he found them on his way back

You'd also been the only one he deemed fit to learn how to use his crossbow

Not because he liked you

No, you just sucked at using a rifle

He had to give you some survival skills

What started out as a normal (albeit unwanted) crush developed into something completely different after that day

You'd gone out with Glenn and Maggie, something about picking up baby formula for Rick's kid

He wasn't too worried about it

Glenn knew what he was doing, so did Maggie, you were just there for some extra hands and in emergencies a little bit of added strength

That's what Daryl tried telling himself

That was until the three of you never turned back up

They had all waited and waited and still there was no sign of you

Soon a stranger showed up in your place

She had with her baby formula

Daryl could tell something was wrong

He immediately took her inside the gates of the jail, demanding to know if she had any idea of what happened

Michonne was her name

She didn't speak much but she said enough

She mentioned an Asian with his brunette girlfriend and an accompanying guy with a few arrows on his back

They had all been taken by some guy

Daryl felt his heart drop

He had no idea if you were okay or not

He felt like apart of himself had been ripped away from him at the idea of not knowing if he would ever see you again

He couldn't lose you, he had already lost so much

Once he got you back he was going to make sure you knew how much you actually meant to him and keep you safe

He would be insistent that the group went out as soon as possible, not resting easy until they found the group safe and sound

Along with Michonne, Rick, and Oscar, Daryl managed to find the place you were being held captive

They sneak throughout the town despite Daryl wanting to just blast his way through to you

Despite some hiccups he managed to make it to you and before anything else, gave you a big hug

You cough hard when he crashed into you but Daryl didn't let go, he was too caught up in finally getting to know you were okay

As soon as he realized they didn't have much time he quickly began to remove your restraints

He smiled after you thanked him, forgetting for a moment the kind of situation you were in just from being able to hear your pretty voice

He quickly recuperated and demanded that him and the rest of the group attack those who dared mess with them

Both Rick and Glenn objected, there were too many of them to ensure a win

Despite his aggravation Daryl conceded with them

When Glenn told him about his brother he couldn't even find it in himself to care

If he had the nerve to take you away from him he wasn't worth it

In fact, Daryl swore to himself that if he ever saw the man again he would kill him himself

With little issue you were swiftly brought back to camp alongside the rest of the crew

Daryl took you into his cell and began to bandage you up as the rest of them settled down

"Wouldn't it be better if Hershel took care of this?"

"I can't have that, I just got you back I'm not handing you off already"

His behavior was odd but you chalked it up to the stress of the whole situation

That was until it never seemed to stop

No matter where you went or what you went to do Daryl accompanied you

At first you fought back

...that didn't last long

"Do I look like I'm taking no for an answer Y/n?"

Not only did you have to spend all day with him

At night he would confine you to his cell with him

It started off decently enough, Daryl having asked if you could room with him for the night and offering to take the floor

"I just want some company. I was so worried about you, y'know?"

It then developed further

You would spend every night together and slowly but surely he worked his way into the bed beside you

At night you would be locked in place by Daryl's solid arms

Even while sleeping he seemed to have this need to protect you

He also began to isolate you after finding out Andrea was apart of Woodbury

"If she could do this to you, then why wouldn't anyone here? Just stay with me, I'll keep you safe"

Daryl only trusted Carol coming around you and even that was scarce

For the most part it was just you and him, either in his cell or out in the woods as he started dragging you out with him on his hunts to keep a better eye on you

Somewhere along the line this new routine for him started to make him a little delusional

Without having even brought it up to you Daryl began to go around telling everyone how you were his and it was only right for two boyfriends to spend time together

When you had heard you tried laughing it off but Daryl would have none of that

He helped assure you he was not joking by pinning you against the bed one night

"You're mine, you get that? I'm not letting you go, not again"

Before you could say or do anything he roughly kissed you, showing you just how serious he was being

That pretty much sealed the deal

After that he became a lot more open with yours and his "relationship" not feeling shy to show his ownership in front of the others (if they ever even saw you that is)

You were never getting out of this man's sight

The world had become far too dangerous and you were far too special to him

No walker or human would step between the two of you

Not ever

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pandorasword · 1 year

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

ꕥ Stage name: CHAERI

ꕥ Birth name: Kang Chaeri

ꕥ Hangul: 채리

ꕥ Meaning: Cherry

ꕥ Nicknames: Chérie

ꕥ Birthdate: December 17, 1998

ꕥ Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius. Instead, according to the Korean/Chinese horoscope she was born under the sign of the Tiger

ꕥ Birthplace: Jeju-Do

ꕥ Places where she lived: Jeju-Do; Paris

ꕥ Ethnicity: Korean

ꕥ Languages: Fluent in Korean and French. Currently learning English and Japanese at a higher level than school level

ꕥ Height: 163cm - 5’4 feet

ꕥ Weight: 45kg

ꕥ Blood type: AB Negative

ꕥ Education: Home-schooled

ꕥ Position: Main dancer, Lead vocalist, Maknae

ꕥ Debut: June 13, 2013

ꕥ Debut age: 14 1/2 years old | 15 1/2 years old in Korean age

ꕥ Trainee period: Almost 1 year

ꕥ Instagram: bts.bighitofficial (official) | chaeri (individual)

ꕥ Twitter: bts_twt (official)

ꕥ YouTube: BANGTANTV

ꕥ Relationship status: Taken

ꕥ Family members: Kang Dal (Brother) 달 Kim Eun (Mother) 은 Kang Si-u (Father) 시우

ꕥ Close friends (outside the company): Yeri (Red Velvet) Soojin ( (G)I-DLE ) Mingyu, The8 and Vernon (SEVENTEEN) Chan ( A.C.E. )

ꕥ MBTI: ENFJ-T; Turbulent Protagonist

ꕥ Personality:

◌ Sensitive to the problems of others;

◌ Not comfortable dealing with emotions and stress. This help tho to empathize more deeply with others who are having trouble dealing with similar things;

◌ Charismatic and natural leader;

◌ Likely to ask for an opinion but unlikely to change their minds;

◌ Hothead;

◌ Outgoing and friendly;

◌ Rebellious;

ꕥ Known for:

Being the only girl in a group that was supposed to have only boys;

Daughter of a former Prima Ballerina of the Paris Ballet;

Being best friends with Red Velvet’s Yuri;

Being able to dance any style;

Being overly spoilt by her bangtans’ brothers;

Taking pics everywhere she goes;

Becoming a trainee and debuting within a year;

Loving wine, like a lot (and sparkling cocktails too);

Being the first member of BTS to officially announce to be in a relationship;

Being one of the idols who changes the most outfits during a single show;

Being the other half of V (platonic);

Being the enthusiastic caretaker of the group;

Being very flexible;

Being among the best idol dancers of her generation;

Being one of the most influential women representing South Korea;

Creating her own fashion brand as a solo business. It's labeled ‘JEONG'.

Fans freaked out by the coincidence that the brand name and Jeon Jungkook's name are almost the same, but in fact most Armys seems to not to believe in coincidences. The word 'Jeong', which is untranslatable in other languages, can, however, be traced back to the Korean word for 'connection'. It is an emotional and psychological bond. It should be pointed out that it is not us who experience 'Jeong' but it is the ‘Jeong’ that makes us connected to another person, to an animal, to a place. Her brand logo ↓

ꕥ Facts:

◌ She was named Chaeri because during the pregnancy her mother was always craving cherries

◌ According to BTS managers, Chaeri is good at negotiating and making counterproposals to reach a meeting point between the request (of the managers) and the solution (what she would like to do instead)

◌ She studied ballet (and other dance styles in the background) from the age of 3 until she was 13, international age. Being the daughter of a prima ballerina, her mother expected a bright future from her in that.

◌ Her parents separated shortly after her birth. Her mother could not bear the fact that her husband's plans to start a world-famous restaurant chain had gone up in smoke. So she left with her two children for Europe, Paris, to make them study ballet professionally and settle there full-time.

◌ In an interview, Chaeri explains how she found herself having to ask the hyung line, rather than her parents, for permission to do or not do certain things during her teenage years. When asked who among them was most likely to let her do what she wanted, her answer was J-Hope

◌ She left Paris at the age of 13 to live again with her father in Jeju-do, deciding to leave ballet for good and devote herself to dance styles that more reflected her wishes. She doesn't like to talk about the real reasons why she left Europe

◌ Her fashion brand, JEONG, is based solely on the creation of couples' clothing and matching outfits

◌ She has a high level of stamina as long as she is in the middle of something, when she stops she suddenly feels fatigue crushing her

◌ During the first months of living with the BTS members, the thought of having to sleep in a single room with seven men made her completely uncomfortable, yet she feared hurting their feelings by expressing this concern since everyone had been kind and helpful to her from the start. That is why, for months, she would let them all fall asleep before leaving the room and positioning herself on a folding chair in the small, messy living room. One night, after a while, she found herself simply falling asleep in her bed before the others did, and the next morning, she finally realized that she felt safe surrounded by those boys and that sleeping with them would not turn out to be so bad.

◌ Her brother, Dal, is three years older than her. Their relationship is troubled as he is still on good terms with their mother and she is not.

◌ She has known Chan, a member of the group A.C.E., since before they both debuted

◌ She was home-schooled by a tutor in both France and Korea during her teenage years. When both of her parents agreed to sign their daughter's contract with Big Hit, as she was a minor, her mother made it clear to the company that she wanted her daughter to continue home-schooling or she would not have accepted the agreement. Therefore, unlike Jungkook, she did not attend SOPA or any other art schools. In several videos, Chaeri can be seen, at the oddest moments, alongside a man with a censored face intent on studying or transcribing something. The name of the Korean tutor has never been revealed

◌ During her periods of rebellion she always justified herself by saying that since she was home-schooled, those were her only opportunities to be unreasonable and that they should have dealt with that

◌ She is completely comfortable with her feminine vibes

◌ As soon as she became adult enough, she made it very clear to the company that she wanted to abandon that uniquely soft image they were propagating of her and begin to define her identity as a Woman

◌ She is in a relationship with Ateez’s captain, Hongjoong. Although she feels great affection towards him, she is sure that if her first love was not a forbidden love, nothing would have ever clicked between them. In a private conversation, when asked by Taehyung if that was the kind of love she was looking for, she replied that 'he calms her mind’. The couple is much loved by fans and tabloids

◌ Her father is her number one fan

ꕥ Hobbies: ◌ Aerial yoga ◌ Snowboarding ◌ Designing clothes for her brand, she enjoys it so much that she won't call it a duty ◌ Any reckless sport

ꕥ Her top 5 songs: ♪ Obsessed - Mariah Carey ♪ Tous les Mêmes - Stromae ♪ Gotta go - Chung Ha ♪ Moth to a flame - The Weeknd ♪ Love shot - EXO

ꕥ Face claim: mostly @/kkmmmkk on IG + other female idols when needed

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yournameloveskpop · 4 months

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Soulmates

Paring: Hueningkai x Reader

Summery: Hueningkai has a strange heart on his wrist. He doesn’t know how it got there but recently he’s been getting mood swings that were not his own, getting bruises for no reason etc. That’s when he meets Y/N who works at the cafe that txt walk into one day.

Word Count: 1066

Style: Fluff, SFW, Romance, Friendship

Soulmates have always been marked by mystical signs, and for Hueningkai, this concept was about to become a reality in the most unexpected way.

Lately, Hueningkai had been experiencing strange sensations. Some days he woke up with an inexplicable joy, while other times he was overwhelmed by a sudden sadness. What puzzled him the most was the heart-shaped mark that appeared on his wrist, accompanied by occasional bruises.

TXT members noticed the changes in Hueningkai. "Hyung, what's happening to you? You seem different these days," Taehyun asked with concern.

"I don't know," Hueningkai replied, genuinely perplexed. "It's like I'm riding an emotional rollercoaster, and I have no idea why."

During a break, the boys decided to visit a café. The girl who served them was cheerful and radiated positivity, much like Hueningkai's mood that day. "Welcome! What can I get for you?" she greeted with a bright smile.

As they placed their orders, Soobin noticed a heart-shaped mark on the girl's wrist, identical to Hueningkai's. He found it intriguing but chose not to mention it.

After receiving their drinks, they sat at a table near the counter. "Did you guys notice how pretty the girl who served us is?" Yeonjun commented as they settled in.

"Yeah, she seems really nice too," Hueningkai added, feeling inexplicably connected to her.

About twenty minutes passed, and the atmosphere in the café was pleasant. Then, suddenly, the girl cut her hand while slicing something. She winced in pain, and at that very moment, Hueningkai felt a sharp sting in his hand.

"Ouch!" Hueningkai exclaimed, clutching his hand.

"What happened?" Beomgyu asked, alarmed.

Hueningkai looked down to see a red mark forming on his hand, exactly where the girl had cut herself.

Soobin, who had been observing everything, spoke up, "Guys, I think there's something supernatural going on here. Look at Hueningkai's hand and remember the girl's wrist."

The realization dawned on them. They were witnessing a connection that went beyond mere coincidence.

"Could it be that we're... soulmates?" Hueningkai pondered aloud, his heart racing at the thought.

As the girl returned to the counter after patching up her wound, Hueningkai knew he had to speak to her. Gathering his courage, he approached her.

"Hi, I couldn't help but notice your wrist," he started, showing her his own. "I have the same mark, and I just felt the pain when you cut your hand. Do you think...?"

The girl's eyes widened in realization. "You felt that? I've been having these weird feelings too. Happy one day, sad the next, and this mark appeared out of nowhere."

"It's like we're connected," Hueningkai said, amazed.

They talked more, sharing their experiences and feelings, and it became clear that they were indeed soulmates, connected by an invisible bond that mirrored each other's emotions and physical sensations.

TXT members watched in awe, witnessing the unfolding of a love story that was as magical as it was real.

"So, what's your name?" Hueningkai finally asked.

"Y/N," she replied with a smile that lit up her entire face.

The members of TXT watched with a mix of amazement and amusement as Hueningkai and Y/N chatted. It was as if they had known each other for years, their conversation flowing smoothly and naturally.

"Here, let me give you my number," Hueningkai said, taking out his phone. His fingers fumbled a bit, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Y/N, noticing his shyness, couldn't help but feel a similar bashfulness. "Thank you, I'd love to stay in touch," she replied, her voice soft but filled with excitement as she entered her number into his phone.

As they exchanged phones to save each other's contact information, Soobin leaned over to Taehyun, whispering, "Have you ever seen Hueningkai this nervous?"

Taehyun chuckled, "Nope, this is definitely a first. It's kind of cute, isn't it?"

Their conversation was filled with light-hearted banter and getting-to-know-you questions. "So, what's it like working at a café?" Hueningkai asked, genuinely interested.

"It's fun most days. Meeting new people, making coffee. It's busy, but I like it," Y/N explained, her eyes lighting up as she talked about her job.

Hueningkai nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "That sounds really cool. I love coffee but have never tried making it professionally."

"Maybe I can show you how to make a perfect cup someday," Y/N suggested with a smile.

"I'd like that," Hueningkai replied, his heart skipping a beat.

Finally, realizing that he had been away from his group for a while, Hueningkai said, "I should probably get back to my friends."

"Yeah, of course. It was really nice talking to you, Hueningkai," Y/N said, a bit reluctantly.

"The pleasure was all mine, Y/N. We'll talk soon?" he asked, hopeful.

"Definitely," she affirmed with a smile that mirrored his own.

As Hueningkai walked back to his group, he couldn't resist turning around for one last glance at Y/N. She caught his look and returned it with a bright smile that warmed his heart.

Once the boys left the café, Y/N's co-worker, who had been watching the exchange, came over to her, eyes wide with disbelief. "Y/N, you just talked to Hueningkai from TXT like it was nothing! How are you not freaking out right now?"

Y/N chuckled, feeling a residual warmth in her chest. "I don't know, it just felt natural, I guess. He's really nice."

Her co-worker shook her head in awe. "Well, I'd be a stuttering mess. You've got some serious coolness, Y/N."

Y/N smiled to herself, thinking about Hueningkai. "Yeah, he's different," she mused, her heart still fluttering from their encounter.

Meanwhile, as TXT walked down the street, the members were teasing Hueningkai.

"So, when's the wedding?" Yeonjun joked, nudging Hueningkai playfully.

"Stop it, guys," Hueningkai protested, but his smile betrayed his embarrassment and joy.

"Ah, our little Hueningkai is all grown up," Taehyun added, laughing along with the others.

"Let's just say, I'm looking forward to our next café visit," Hueningkai said, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

The boys laughed and continued their walk, talking and joking, but Hueningkai's mind was still back at the café, with Y/N and the unexpected connection they had discovered.

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 7 months

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Kinktober entry #1

Pairing: Dark!Blaise Zambini x Hufflepuff!Reader

Kink: Monster F*cking

A/N: I think I'll do Roderick next. And let's pretend the wizarding war didn't happen yet, for the plot😁.

Warnings: p in v, oral sex, blood purist ideologies, somewhat obsessive behavior, possible dub-con.

Summary: Blaise takes after his mother much more than he cares to admit.

Word Count: 2k

It was well-known how convincing Blaise’s mother could be. One dead husband is unfortunate, two is a tragic coincidence, but three is a pattern. So far she had seven dead husbands and all their riches to show for it, and one would think that men would steer clear. But that is the weakness of men they just can’t resist a woman as beautiful as Madeline.

The truth about her deadly nature is that she is a descendant of a family full of Succubi. Each generation before her strangely only had daughters and thus their gifts were always passed down. Madeline was the first to have a baby boy, and as he grew older it was hard to tell if he inherited the gift.

At first, she watched his behavior like a hawk looking for the signs that her mother saw in her. Soon she realized that he was the first boy and there was a chance he’d manifest his powers differently. When it was time to send him to Hogwarts she was fairly confident that he didn’t take after her side.

Growing up Blaise had gotten used to men coming and going, and he never judged his mother for her unconventional lifestyle. But the older he got the more questions he had and it wasn’t like he could outright ask his mother. How does one go about asking why mommy’s husbands keep dying? So he did what he did best, watch.

He didn’t really remember the first three husbands because he didn’t feel the need to pay attention to them. However, the last four husbands he observed with a notebook. By the time their deaths happened it was almost like they just gave up, their vitality was sucked right out of them. On their wedding day, they would be full of life and joy but on their death bed they were pale with sunken cheeks. A fraction of who they once were.

Blaise is a smart boy, and while he completed his first year of studies at Hogwarts he looked up the type of creatures that could have such an effect. By the time he returned to his mother’s villa for summer in Italy, he knew exactly what she was. The question on his mind was if he too held that same kind of power.

In year four he started to see his effect on the girls around him. They would send love letters and cookies laced with love potions. He would throw them all out, not wanting to choose the wrong girl. He had no idea how to tell who the right girl would be but he was a patient person. By the time year 6 rolled around, he spent most of his time at Hogwarts observing the viable partners for him, eliminating muggle-borns and blood traitors. He wanted his bloodline to remain strong and carry the gifts of his lineage.

All his patience led him straight to you, a bright-eyed Hufflepuff that couldn’t possibly know what the touch of a man felt like. Blaise noticed you through the years, a teacher’s pet that was made into a prefect. So eager to please the professors, he couldn’t wait until he was on the receiving end. You would be pliable and unlike his mother, he would cherish you. He found that there was a balance in these types of relationships.

The moment he decided to pounce was when he went to the astronomy tower hoping for some alone time only to find you. There you sat peacefully with your notebook. Though he wouldn’t mind looking at you all night that’s all he had thus far.

“Great minds think alike.” His voice startled the silence you were enjoying. “I like to come up here for peace too.”

“Oh, I was just about to leave.” You stand and walk over to the stairs to give him space but he steps in front of you.

“That’s not necessary love.” Despite his reputation around school, you find his eyes inviting.

“What brought you up here?” Since it’s just the two of you there was no point sitting in silence.

“Trying to fend off some of my more belligerent suitors.” Blaise leaned against the railing and looked out at the expansive land surrounding Hogwarts.

“Must be hard having so many women falling at your feet.” The sarcasm that laces your voice brings a small smile to his face. He was going to enjoy you.

“Not when you don’t want to entertain any of them.” He grimaces as he thinks of some of the unwanted advances. As much as he appreciated the power his mother gifted him, it had its downsides.

“Ah, I forgot I was talking to a blood purist with high standards.” As alluring as you find him his ideologies bring you back to reality. You may not be muggle-born but you didn’t subscribe to blood hierarchy.

“What other people do is their business, but I prefer non-muggle-born witches.” Blaise feels you coming closer, unable to resist his charms.

“Except when those beliefs cause innocent deaths.” You turn to fully face him while you call out his nonchalant demeanor.

“I don’t agree with killing muggles if that’s what you’re implying,” His hand traces its way up your arm before lifting your chin. “I would simply have my wife bear as many pure-blooded children as possible.”

His words, as disgustingly purist as they are, cause your heart to speed up in excitement. The thought of carrying his children sounds appealing. Now all you can think about is him pumping his seed into until it takes. Your thighs rub together in an attempt to quell the pleasure his words give you. Almost as if you were under a spell you follow him as he guides you away from the railing and backs you into the wall.

“Are you gonna be my sweet little wife that takes every last drop I give you?” His low voice is in your ear while his hands travel all over your body. The rapid rise and fall of your chest makes it hard for you to speak so you nod your head eagerly at his question.

Blaise takes your answer as a promise and begins to kneel in front of your core. Even with him below you, he holds all the power. His hands travel up your skirt to gently pull down your panties as he makes eye contact with you. For the first time, you don’t find yourself wanting to break it.

He raises your skirt enough to put his head under it, as he kisses his way up your inner thighs he wraps your left leg over his shoulder. You almost jolt off the wall when his lips wrap around your clit and suck. The small moans that leave your mouth increase in volume when his tongue works in tandem with his lips.

With nothing to grab onto you throw your head back against the wall and let your arms run along the wood panel. The scratch marks that are bound to be left when he’s finished are no worry of yours. His tongue drags along your clit in the most delicious way that you can’t help when your hips begin to buck.

Blaise’s deep-seated hunger is insatiable upon hearing the sweet noises leaving your mouth. He revels in your hips bucking into his mouth demanding more, and he would give you anything. Your eyes roll back as the pressure that sits in your belly builds, your body has a mind of its own chasing after his mouth.

“Blaise,” you say his name like a prayer and he groans into your pussy sending your orgasm hurdling through you. The volume of your screams doesn’t matter, nothing except for his mouth coaxing you through the euphoric waves being sent through your body. Gently he places your leg back down on the ground but keeps a firm grip on your legs.

His captivating face was glistening from the moonlight that poured into the tower. As soon as he stood to his full height you wrapped your arms around his neck before planting your lips on his. The taste of you on his lips only spurred you on, a ravenous need for more enveloped you. He knew exactly what you needed and he had no problem obliging you.

The smacking of your lips working together causes you to almost miss the sound of his zipper and belt being undone. Sinful moans transfer from your mouth to his as he hoists you up against the wall, with your skirt bunched around your waist. His strength surprises you but you don't have much time to dwell when you feel him dragging himself between your lips.

“Please.” While begging for more your hands dig into Blaise’s shoulders.

“I knew you would be the one.” His confession is overshadowed by him finally slipping into you. He exhales a relieved groan the further he sinks himself in you. The way he stretches your walls little by little has you incoherently babbling nonsense. Blaise cradles his head in the curve of your neck as he rocks into you at an increasing pace. His rough hands grip your waist which is surely going to leave bruises tomorrow but you can’t find focus enough to care.

So many of the girls in your year talked about how their boyfriends couldn’t get them off. Not with fingers, mouth, or their dick. But Blaise is intoxicating and all you can think about is how his pelvis is rubbing your clit perfectly. You can feel him panting on your neck and you feel yourself clenching around him.

Unlike the first one your second orgasm doesn’t have a build-up, it blossoms after one of his deeper strokes. His hips lose their consistent speed and you know he’s close. When he spills his seed into you he keeps you in his arms, needing to make sure it took. You were so unaware you ended up falling asleep while you laid your head on his shoulder.

Blaise gave it five minutes before he finally put you down and put your panties back on you. Since he just fed off of you he had no doubt he would be able to apparate to your dorm. He was at an all-time high as he carefully placed you in bed. He found a clean washcloth and wiped you up as much as he could before tucking you in.

…….

In the dining hall, you sat in the Hufflepuff section waiting for your friends to join you. Waking up this morning was so peaceful, you slept like the dead. The nasty memories of last night had you smiling all through your beauty routine. You practically skipped to the dining room and gained some odd looks for your apparent happiness.

A hand wrapped around your waist before two legs were facing your side. Blaise swoops down beside you and kisses your cheek without hesitation. Words were halted at the display of affection, although Blaise had all the girls at Hogwarts swooning he never gave them the time of day.

“What are you doing?” You keep your eyes focused on him to avoid looking at the hundreds of eyes staring at you.

“I can’t look at my girlfriend?” His declaration of your relationship has your face burning. He can see the surprise on your face and tells you, “I thought I made my intentions with you clear last night.”

The devoted smile on your face as you look at him reassures him he chose the right girl.

When it’s time for you to come with him to his mother's estate in Italy she is surprised, but welcoming. She never thought Blaise would get into a relationship anytime soon. After talking with the two of you it was clear as day, that same smile was present on her previous husband’s faces. She wasn’t sure if she should be scared for you or thrilled for her son, but ultimately the excitement of the grandbaby clouded her vision.

#blaise zabini x female reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini imagine #harry potter #slytherin #slytherpuff #hufflepuff #monster #tw monsterfucking #monster fucker #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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Story time:

I was just talking to my ex-crush, and it reminded me of how we first started talking. It was the beginning of 12th grade, and he rarely showed up to school. However, whenever he did, I made sure to be there too. I didn't know his name or anything about him, but fortunately, I had a friend who knew everyone. I asked her about him and to my surprise SHE TURNED OUT TO BE HER LONG-DISTANCE COUSIN. She told me his name, and I even found out his roll number. I stalked him on Instagram and, yk it was midnight and I have a record of doing and making mistakes at that time. So, I made a beautiful Mistake by sending him a message saying "Hi." He replied with a "Hey!" and we started talking. I asked him about the name of his college, even tho I knew every detail about him. (I SWEAR I'M NOT A CREEPY PERSON) And when he told me it was XYZ college, I pretended to be shocked and was like OMG what a coincidence Cause I also go to that college. Then I asked him "Bro what's your stream?" He replied, it's science. "REALLY?? THE GOD IS GIVING US A SIGN IG. CAUSE SAME." URGHHHHH ToT but unfortunately, my happiness didn't last long. After stalking him for 3-4 months, I found out that he had a girlfriend.

#crush #storytime #night #desi blr #desi academia

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misscammiedawn · 5 months

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Back to the Future, Brainwashing and Mr. Robot

Our little journey into rewatching Mr. Robot with our girlfriend continues and we ended Season 2 last night and got to the point of Angela's interview with Whiterose.

See, Season 2 Episode 11 asks a question that the show has asked a number of times "How do you hack a human being?" but this time applies it to Angela and Darlene. Elliot's two most trusted humans. His sister and his love interest.

Is it possible for the FBI and Whiterose respectively to get them to betray Elliot?

Well, Elliot said it himself in season 1

"People always make the best exploits. I've never found it hard to hack most people. If you listen to them, watch them, their vulnerabilities are like a neon sign screwed into their heads."

Darlene even monologued about hers in the previous episode. All she needs is to feel special and you can exploit her.

But Whiterose does not exploit people like Elliot does. She owns them.

Let's talk about how she brainwashed Angela.

Before I begin I want to just mention that I am a hypnokink blog but there is a world of difference between consensual hypnosis play (I write a lot on the topic) and literal brainwashing.

My post/analysis is through a lens of muted horror because I know the tactics being employed and I want to break down the scene from the perspective of someone who reads the theory. I do not in any way shape or form endorse the methods being played out on screen.

I do know members of my community who would very much enjoy recreating elements of this scene in their play but it would be in a risk aware and negotiated manner. Full love and respect to y'all, I am not yucking on your yum. The difference is fantasy vs reality and consent vs coercion.

I know I shouldn't need to write that but I'm a hypnokink blog and this may reach fandom spaces and I want to make it clear that this sequence depicts psychological torture and it is not the same thing as my hobby.

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At the start of the episode Angela is in the back of a van being driven by two Dark Army agents.

The plot of the show is instigated by a leak at a nuclear facility that claimed the life of Elliot's father and Angela's mother. Much of the narrative is the pair of them on their relentless individual crusades to destroy the company that allowed this to happen, covered it up and took no accountability for the disaster. In fact E(vil) Corp knew the radiation levels were unsafe and hid that fact, allowing Mr. Alderson and Mrs. Moss to perish.

What's worse is Angela has evidence that the levels are still unsafe to this day and the company knows about it. She is about to whistleblow and that attracts the attention of the big bad of the series, Whiterose.

We do not yet know the connections but we do know that Whiterose refers to the facility as "my plant". It is clearly important to her. Enough that threats to the plant are motive to kill.

But they didn't kill Angela for her attempt at whistleblowing. They recruit her. A good idea, all things considered, as she is Elliot's exploit.

It is night time when Angela is taken and daytime when she arrives at her destination. During the ride she is kept in the back of the van while the two riders stare on ahead. Angela pleads with them, screams, tries every trick she can to get their attention and they refuse to acknowledge her.

All the while a song plays on the radio.

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In universe we know that Back to the Future is Angela's favorite movie. It's come up a lot and much as Darlene's need to feel special was directly referenced in the prior episode, Angela's love of BttF was mentioned when she refers to a tender moment in season 1 when she wanted to get high and watch Back to the Future 2 with Elliot.

The show takes place in 2015 by the way. That becomes plot relevant later but at this moment it's just a lovely coincidence.

When Angela has run through her options her captors pump the volume on Marvin Berry & The Starlights.

Later in the episode we cut to Angela waking from a sleep. It is daylight now and there is still music playing on the radio...

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I was watching the show with my girlfriend, @soveryverytired and she is as big a BttF fan as Angela and she recognized this instantly. These musical stings are diegetic and so they are for Angela but let's not forget that we the audience are a character in this show. Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence.

Angela is released from the van and guided into a house which seems to have been tailor made to mess with her. The brainwashing began the moment she was picked up but this is when the audience gets to share in some of Angela's emotional state.

The hallway she is guided down is full of family photos with the faces inked out.

Itself a reference to the artwork of John Baldessari.

In the portraits Angela sees she is given the idea of family and the image of a family home. A place which exists in memory for Angela as she may have been raised in Jersey but she's a New York girl now who lives in modern chic apartments.

The portraits have their features removed as a stand-in for an idea. Family. Comfort. Safety. Home. Just ideas right now of course, but it also evokes alienation. There is nothing for her to latch onto. Her captors refuse to look at her.

(Incidentally I am uncertain of why they picked the people who caught Angela. Neither of them look like Dark Army agents and they do not radiate nostalgia or identity in any meaningful form. They are disparate and just appear to be people who caught Angela. I cannot place anything on them)

Angela has been isolated and kept for an elongated period of time in transit. She does not even have the comfort of human faces to latch onto.

Which makes her entrance into the brainwashing room all the more startling.

Blue, Green and Red in stark contrast with White and Black. The room is barren of features spare for the objects that are intentionally placed there for her. A Commodore 64 computer, a red phone, a copy of the book Lolita.

There's also a copy "Hang in there" poster. Angela likes motivational posters and listens to confidence tapes a lot.

As I mentioned in my previous Mr. Robot analysis, Esmail really enjoys giving us parts of the code to go back and try and look at things again with context. In that analysis I spoke of how Whiterose detected Dom's sexuality from a single sentence. Here we have a more direct decryption.

Eliott comes into a room much like this later in the show and instantly identifies the pieces placed out for him and what their significance are. These are objects from Angela's childhood home. Whether directly the same ones or replicas created from Whiterose digging on Angela's life is unknown. But there's always the implication...

Between every phase of Angela's ordeal she is given a well of time to stew in her situation and remove all distractions. She tries the door and discovers it is locked. She is given time to understand and accept her circumstance. She stops struggling in the van and lets the BttF soundtrack lull her to sleep. She stops trying to escape the room and sits in the chair.

Every step of the process thus far has been to isolate her and allow time to guide her into compliance. Whiterose likes using time as a weapon after all... it's her obsession.

Then the interview begins and we are introduced to Angela's interviewer.

A young caucasian girl in a suit with blonde hair in a high pony tail. A child version of Angela.

We don't know this yet but in Season 3 there will be a flashback of a 9 year old Angela watching Back to the Future while her mother is dying. Both the interviewer (credited as "Girl") and 9-year old Angela are played by the same actress, Mabel Tyler.

The implication goes beyond her just being dressed to look like Angela did at that age. Whiterose found someone who looks exactly like she did.

Angela's stint of social isolation has finally been given reprieve with the dignity of a human face, even if it is her own (but that's impossible, right?) and she, bewildered and confused, asks for answers. "Who are you?"

The response is "There's water coming out of that fish tank. We don't have much time. Let's begin."

No urgency. No emotion. Just matter of fact.

Time, which was once drawn to unbearable stretches of isolation has now been flipped on its head and suddenly Angela is not allowed time to process anything. She is instantly asked a number of questions.

"Have you ever cried during sex?" - "Have you ever fantasized about killing your father?" - "Are you a giraffe or a seagull?"

Any attempt Angela makes to talk with the child results in the question being asked again. (The sequence makes direct references to text adventure games also, showing that Angela has no control in this situation, the prompts will continue repeating until she gives the desired answer)

After a number of failed attempts the phone will ring and the girl will get instructions to force the test to proceed. The first time she displays heavy bruising on her back and tells Angela she will be beaten if she does not complete the test.

The fish will die if she does not answer fast. The girl will be punished if she does not finish the test.

Empathy is being used against her. A time limit and the girl constantly forcing her to engage with the question prevent her processing.

So now should be a time to mention the real world mind control techniques on display here. They're brought up in movies a lot. For a simple and harmless version of it you need to look at the Baseline Test from Bladerunner 2049 and for a disturbing but all too realistic version of it you need to look at The Master.

Massive warning on the scene from The Master as it contains exceptionally dark content.

There are a number of factors at play and I feel even with as much as I've read there are others in my community who could break this down better than me.

The obvious ones are empathy and stress being put at play. Angela is being forced to capitulate via sheer aggressive coercion. If she does not obey the child will be punished, if she does not beat the time limit then a fish will perish. The captors would be punishing the girl and killing the fish but they have framed it in a way that she is volunteering responsibility. A simple and insidious manipulation that is all too common. How often are we informed that our not showing up to work will make things harder for our coworkers? The world is rife with people forcing us to take on empathetic responsibility for those around us despite the fact that the pain inflicted upon them is only our fault in that we allow others to force us to be at fault. Life is full of little trolley problems like that. After all... can Angela really ignore the fact that this child copy of herself will be hurt if she does not comply?

Then you have the more psychological ones. Fractionation is a term we in the hypnosis community use a lot. Within hypnosis it means to go in and out of hypnotic state often enough to maximize the impact of the altered state. Long story short, bringing someone down into a hypnotic state and then up again and then down again and then up and then down enough causes someone to become more susceptible, altered and heady.

It's fun!

Emotional Fractionation is a NLP technique that is so colonized by pick-up artists that I literally couldn't find a definition of it from a google search which wasn't buried in misogynistic dogma. The concept is simple. Put someone into several extreme emotional states of varying tempo to "prime" them. A person is more susceptible and emotionally malleable when they have been through a series of these quick short bursts.

"Have you ever cried during sex?" and "Have you fantasized about murdering your father?" are both examples of invasive questions that conjure extreme emotions of shame and disgust paired with topics of sexuality and violence which are typically taboo topics, especially when coming from a child's mouth. They are things that people would not casually answer. There is guard to them. The test is forcing Angela to answer questions which no person would give an unguarded answer to and doing so in a pressurized window where she cannot fully process the questions or continue to deny answering them.

The Master clip does something a lot more grounded with its blink test. Every time Joaquin Phoenix's character blinks the test starts again. He is forced to answer the same questions over and over. With that test his emotionally guarded replies are single word answers and denials. As the test deprives him and emotionally wears him down he begins giving honest answers. It's... not enjoyable to watch.

The interesting thing about Angela's questions is the Giraffe/Seagull question is how baffling it is.

Two emotionally volatile questions in a row and then a non-sequitur about animals. Emotional whiplash. But it serves a purpose. Flatten the landscape. Remove expectation. Interrupt an emerging. Allow answers to become automatic.

In hypnosis this kind of pattern plays with call and response to train a hypnotee to fall into a pattern of reactions that we guide. There's even a method of interrupting the pattern and creating a breakdown in critical thinking that allows us to communicate directly with the subconscious mind. That's not really at play here but I can't notice a pattern interrupt in emotional fractionation tactics without typing "transderivational search", it's a compulsion in me.

Anyway...

We cut away and next time we return the fish only has a third of the tank left.

"Are you red or purple?" and Angela, sat down and exhausted, simply answers "Purple"

As before exposure and time has caused her to just accept what is happening to her. She's going along with the process now and not trying to reason with her predicament. It's easier just to answer.

But as every other time Angela has become comfortable in her ordeal, a curveball appears.

"Is the key in the room?"

Every question until now, including during the implied time that the fish tank has been emptying, was a personality question. Personal and invasive or banal and trivial. Either way this provides another case of emotional whiplash. Angela is baffled and becomes frustrated. Her emotional resilience has been whittled into non-existence at this point, she cannot help but yell in frustration.

The phone goes again and this time Girl hands Angela the phone. A digitized voice says:

"You are standing in a dark room and can't see anything. There is a torch and a match. What do you do?"

The idea of a text based adventure is already on mind but now Angela is being trained to think how her captors want her to think. She obeys as she has been primed to do and says she lights the torch. No resistance. No confusion. No attempting to get the voice on the phone to identify themselves or answer to her predicament. She is given a prompt from a text based adventure and she follows the prompt.

Every other exploit in the show used the computer analogy as a metaphor for human behavior. Now we are seeing a human being programmed to run on simple prompts.

The voice continues this text based adventure until she reaches a door. She tries to open it but the door will not open. Much as the start of the test the voice keeps repeating prompts. Not deviating. Angela, frustrated begins yelling that she doesn't fucking know but the voice keeps saying "the knob doesn't turn, how do you open it?" until she breaks down and says that she uses a key. She opens the door with a fucking key.

The girl repeats her question.

"Is the key in the room?"

Angela looks at the copy of Lolita on the desk. The artwork depicting a closed fist.

She understands now and in an emotionally distant voice speaks, referencing a quote from the book "Yes. The key was in my fist. My fist was in my pocket."

The Lolita connection actually spans the entire show and this Reddit post does a better job explaining than I could.

The fact that both this show and the book are pastiches (one of modern cinema and the other of literary genres) is relevant though. Don't forget. The Back to the Future references are in universe and targeted specifically at Angela.

The interview concludes and Angela is left to wait a further 4 hours in the room. The fish dies. She's emotionally exhausted. She's no closer to understanding what is happening or what will happen to her. Then the big bad of the entire show, Whiterose, enters the scene.

Whiterose herself allots 28 minutes to their conversation. Which if you know her is remarkably generous.

The conversation is dense.

It starts with Whiterose following the format of the previous interview by noting the lack of time and saying they need to begin before playing some quick and easy mindgames. Insisting her time is more important than Angela's and simply shrugs off her request to leave with "No you wouldn't", she's already invested this much time (against her will or otherwise) and she's going to stick around for the rest.

Angela sits.

Whiterose then berates her lack of agency in attempting to do anything with the door. That she had simply remained in the room without attempting to change or alter her situation.

Angela says that the door was locked. That it was impossible for her to leave.

But Whiterose is training her how to think. She was presented a locked door in her interview and she manifested the key.

Angela, now faced with an actual human being who will converse with her, instantly attempts to claim some leverage in the conversation by accusing Whiterose of murdering the fish (she is not shaken) and hurting the girl.

Whiterose tells her it was make-up and that the child was not hurt at all. That her empathy was part of the test.

This is a subtle one but I want to highlight it. Whiterose killed the fish. The fish is dead. But she ignores that criticism and focuses on the child and tells Angela that it was make-up and the child was not hurt.

It's a brilliant bit of emotional manipulation because Angela has come at her with two immoral and disgusting acts and Whiterose ignored one and excused the other. The deflection throws Angela off her guard because her assumption was that Whiterose was torturing a child and now that's not true. That revelation (which is unconfirmed, mind you, we only have Whiterose's word) erases the accusation. Suddenly Angela is made to abandon her accusation despite the fact that this woman did force that child to conduct the psychological torture, that she kidnapped Angela from the subway and that the fish is dead and Angela can still see it.

Whiterose then gives a mild exposition dump about Angela's prevalence in the plot and the fact that her plot armor has kept her safe when by all estimations she should have been killed the very moment her actions threatened Whiterose's investment in the Washington Township Plant.

She then gives yet another emotional sideswipe to Angela by saying that she is important to Phillip Price (the head of E(vil) Corp) and Elliot Alderson. This serves to make her feel Whiterose knows everything about her because this unknown individual has intimate details about her childhood, her current life and her attachment to Elliot and the crime he committed on 5/9.

Plus after making Angela seem so important for the fact she keeps turning up in Whiterose's plans, she instantly puts her position as an attachment to Price and Alderson. Preventing Angela from even feeling as more than an accessory while giving her a taste of being important.

She then goes on to explain Angela's mother and Elliot's father died for her schemes and that both Angela and Elliot owe their current lives to that fact. After riling her up by insulting her mother's death and claiming personal responsibility for it she says she has no intention of killing Angela but she cannot be allowed to continue jeopardizing her plans.

Angela is broken by this point. Tears burning her eyes she finally says she will give Whiterose what she wants. Destroy the evidence. She submits.

But that's not what Whiterose wants. Elliot and F Society use fear and coercion to control people. Whiterose does not want Angela's fear.

She then asks if Angela has ever believed in something so hard that she could manifest it into being through sheer will.

Much like the key from the test.

Angela admits she used to but she is admitting that reality does not allow for such optimism. Whiterose asks her what "real" even is.

...and that's the sequence.

Next time we see her she is being driven by a Dark Army car to her lawyer's house to drop the case. It's night time and presumably she went straight from Whiterose's. She's been in captivity for over 24 hours at this point.

and she not only complies with Whiterose's request, she does so with zeal and a mildly disconcerting affect.

She's 100% a believer now.

...but of what?

Can you guess?

What do you think Whiterose convinced her of? Made her a believer of?

I think you know. She spent the entire episode priming Angela for it. We saw it. We were there.

Does that mean we were primed too?

So even if Angela's brainwashing is complete. We still have the audience to think of, we're a character in the show, we sit atop the forth wall, not behind it. Don't you want to be included in the brainwashing too?

The episode continues on without Angela, progressing the A-plot with Elliot and Mr. Robot. We also get Sam Esmail teaching the audience how to decode the cypher in the novel that covers Elliot's time in prison.

As the episode comes to an end and Elliot and Tyrell are reunited we get we hear this music in the background. This time it's not diegetic. It's the show's soundtrack.

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Three times is a pattern.

As the credits roll and we get a tease of Silvestri's original score for the film. That is present in the track, you can hear it in the above YouTube clip. But the song itself, Earth Angel, is diegetic in the film and yet the final few moments of the song are part of the film's soundtrack. An outright confirmation for anyone watching that we are hearing Back to the Future right now.

See... Angela heard those songs in the van but only we heard the third, final and most crucial one.

Mr. Robot is a grounded show. Up until now everything has been remarkably realistic with all of the hacking based on real techniques and even the psychology of Elliot's delusions and his DID are associated with reality (sidenote: though like most media they happily pair schizophrenia and DID as a single condition which they are not. A successful DID diagnosis typically excludes the possibility of schizophrenia. To point Elliot should not be able to see or literally hear Mr. Robot. Those with DID are aware the voices originate within their head and any visualization of the alters is typically within and requires practiced/guided visualization in a therapeutic setting to accomplish)...

Yet...

The idea that Whiterose's plan involves time travel has entered your mind hasn't it?

Like a little seed. A virus that you can't quite delete from your mental operating system.

Every bit of evidence in this show tells you it's based in reality and time travel isn't real.

...but this episode has put the idea in your head... and it doesn't really go away, does it?

Esmail's script never says it. Whiterose alludes to parallel universes and creating the world that was always meant to be. But she never calls it time travel.

But there's the implication...

Either way. Angela believes it's possible now. She'd betray Elliot and let thousands of people die for her belief. One Whiterose worked very hard to give to her.

#dawn posting #mr robot #angela moss #whiterose #domo arigato mr alderson #Youtube #media essays

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kmgkmg · 11 months

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PUPPY LOVE - LEE SEOKMIN

word count: 1.9k...

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader

synopsis: dogwalker seokmin's fateful day with you :)

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, aspiring photographer!seokmin, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: tysm @the-boy-meets-evil for being the beta reader for this fic! <3 title is deriven from the song puppy love by erika de casier...but rly i thought abt this fic when listening to kitipun by juan luis guerra...anyways, enjoy!

Seokmin majorly needed a part-time job. And the use of majorly is not an understatement. He knew city-living wasn’t going to be as glamorous as the movies or dramas. Still, he didn’t think he’d be drowning in bills less than half a year after moving.

After silently struggling for a while, Mingyu could notice the tiredness growing on his roommate’s face. Trying to be as subtle as possible, he showed him an app to be a dog walker.

“Rover? Like that Kai song?” Seokmin’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. This was Mingyu’s genius idea for a part-time job?

“I-no, it’s a dog walking app.” Mingyu explains, showing his best friend how the app worked further.

After Mingyu elaborated by saying he used the app for a summer a couple years back when he was job searching, Seokmin obviously jumped at the chance to be one. What could be better than taking care of cute dogs while getting paid? He also could cancel his gym membership and cut out that expense since all the walking was a hefty amount of exercise.

It was all going well for the first couple of weeks, he had gained a few regular clients and learned the best routes for each dog to see more greenery such as parks. He even found a cute coffee shop that gave out dog treats that all the dogs seemed to love! There was also a certain cute barista that was his type causing him to frequent the establishment even more. Not to mention, the pay wasn’t bad. Well, it wasn’t like it was $25 an hour, but at least it was enough to help lift the weight that the burden of bills had accumulated on his shoulders.

So within the past few weeks, Seokmin has become a regular to your shop.

You didn’t pay much attention to him, but your employees always swooned over him. You understood why, he always livened up the place with his bright energy and infectious smile. Minghao, the co-owner of Diamond Blend, always teased that he was only visiting so much to see you. His teasing was always met with your rebuttals by pointing out he took good advantage of the free dog treats jar whenever he came in.

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he only looks at your reactions whenever he delivers his cheesy puns, Y/N,” Minghao nudges you with his shoulder as Seokmin walks out of the shop.

“It just so happens that I’m always closest to the treat jar whenever he makes small talk,” you shrug.

You did enjoy his visits, but you would never willingly admit that to your smug best friend. You enjoyed the way that your interactions with him were limited to the coffee shop. It was as if it was your own little world.

That is, until one fateful day when it started raining as Seokmin was mid-walk with his most difficult pet to watch, Sprinkles. Seokmin thought he could stop in the coffee shop for shelter with Sprinkles since she was a panting and stressed mess, but Sprinkles had other plans. The moment they rounded the corner for the coffee shop, she must’ve noticed she was nearly home and bolted in that direction. Seokmin expected her to run in the direction of where her favorite treats were, not try to book it to her home nearly 0.5 mile/0.8 kilometer away. So, there Seokmin was. Running after a dog with no umbrella as the rain only picked up by the minute.

You were bringing in the chalkboard sign stand that usually featured the specials of the day. The rain had washed away nearly everything anyway.

Still, seeing a worried Seokmin zoom past you was certainly a sight bizarre enough to wake you up.

“Seokmin?” You shout out, trying to make sure he is okay.

He turned to you, only to frantically point ahead of him. “Sp…rinkles…” He manages to explain while running in that direction once again.

You squint your eyes to see a rapidly disappearing blob that you discerned to be one of his dogs. Your feet moved without thinking and before you knew it you were full out sprinting after the dog with him. Who knew that being on the track and field team in high school would help you now?

You sped past him with ease, quickly catching up to who you could now tell was Sprinkles. She had managed to get herself distracted by a squirrel climbing a tree and was stuck barking at it, her attempts to claw her way up were fruitless.

“Sprinkles~” You called out with the sweetest baby voice you could achieve, having her turn towards you and start wagging her tail seeing your familiar face.

Seokmin was still staggering considerably behind the two of you, but Sprinkles happily walked into your arms as you crouched down near her.

“Were you a track star? I swear I saw you fly, Y/N.” Seokmin barely gets out, still trying to catch his breath after the unexpected chase.

“I actually was in track and field, yeah,” You laugh, holding the peaceful Sprinkles.

Seokmin put his hands on his knees, doubling over. “Thanks a million! I owe you for real.”

“No, don’t worry about it! I’m just glad we caught Sprinkles before anything bad happened,” You reply.

Seokmin’s ears perk up, “How do you know Sprinkles’ name?”

“Well, you do visit our coffee shop like half of the days in a week…it would be strange for me to not remember details about a regular like you,” You seamlessly reason.

“Ah, I see. I’m just another regular,” His disappointed tone was obvious to anyone.

“No!” Your quick response startles yourself, “I really enjoy you visiting our shop. I just didn't think it was the most professional thing to say.”

“Well, we are out of the shop right now…you don’t have to be professional outside do you?”

You contemplated for a while more before responding to him, “I guess not.”

“Then, I have the perfect way to pay you back! How about I buy you dinner?”

His flirting skills left you speechless. You felt as breathless as he was trying to chase after Sprinkles.

“Sure,” You grin, trying your best to play it cool like him.

“Great! I should walk Sprinkles home after her eventful day, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow with Kkuma,” you wave, going your separate ways.

You walked back to Diamond Blend, absolutely drenched. Nevertheless, you had the biggest smile on your face that was impossible to conceal.

When you opened the door, Minghao was behind the counter, smug as ever. His expression was practically screaming told you so.

You dismissed his triumphant expression quickly, “I just helped him catch one of the dogs that ran away. Was I just supposed to let a poor puppy run into danger?”

“I see.” Minghao’s two words silenced you immediately. You fell right into his trap by overexplaining yourself.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch, besides your occasional smiling thinking about Seokmin.

It was a time that the two of you reminisced about many times in the future. How you both stood in the rain long enough to get colds in the middle of summer. How you both actually owed Sprinkles for pushing the two of you to be bold and start to get to know each other outside of the coffee shop.

Before the scheduled Official Date with Seokmin, you noticed him with his camera taking photos in the park by your cafe. It was a familiar location to see him in. He would, without fail, always walk his dogs through the park before ordering coffee. You noticed simply because your shop’s windows had a good view of the park. No other reason at all for your mental notes of his routine. And seeing him? A coincidence once again. You were on your way to go grocery shopping after all.

You stopped daydreaming about the man in front of you when noticing who was behind him. Sure, Seokmin seemed like the type to get hyper focused on things. But what you weren’t anticipating is that in his attempt to get the perfect shot, he nearly got his wallet stolen. You shooed the pickpocket away, having Seokmin finally break his concentration at the sound of your voice.

“Y/N! Funny seeing you here,” he greeted you, oblivious to the ordeal he almost faced. His bright smile

How did the camera around his neck make him even more attractive?

“An interesting coincidence indeed,” You reply, readjusting the tote bag on your shoulder.

“Are you going shopping?” Seokmin politely asked, noticing your bag.

“Yeah,” you answer, “just buying a couple groceries to make myself dinner. Did you get any nice shots?” You motioned towards his camera.

“I did! Wanna see?” Before you could reply, he was taking the camera strap off his neck and gently passing his camera to you.

“Summer is my favorite season to photograph nature, everything is so vibrant, you know?”

You browsed through his photos, stunned by how good his skills were. Whether it be a photo of tree branches or a mama duck and her ducklings, each image you viewed had a certain softness to it. Seokmin was able to capture life through his perspective, a talent that you’re sure was apparent to anyone who had the pleasure of seeing his photos.

“I can tell, Seokmin. It’s like your photos each have a story to tell. Like your emotions seep through the lens. Your intentions can be felt each time you shoot something.” Art was never your strong suit, but before you had time to realize it, you spilled your innermost thoughts with him.

Making eye contact was a challenge after that, with you wanting to go grab your groceries and bury yourself under your comforter back at your place.

Seokmin broke the silence first though, “Thank you for saying that. I’ve been really doubting if I’d ever get to hold an exhibition for my work, but your words motivated me to continue working hard.”

“Why would you doubt yourself, Seokmin? You’re so insanely talented. I’m sure you didn’t need me to realize that!”

“I did need you though, we all go through moments of self-doubt, no?” He smiles softly at you, his tone softer than usual.

“You said you were going to buy groceries for dinner tonight, right? Well the sunset is looking phenomenal right now. I know we planned for dinner later this week, but what would you say about me taking you to the best rooftop restaurant in the city? I mean the dinner later this week is still on the table as well! I just…would like to get to know you better if that’s alright with you?”

He left no room for interpretation or confusion. A trait that you found refreshing after many failed talking stages with people. This instant connection you felt with Seokmin didn’t come around often.

“It’s more than alright with me. Which way is the rooftop restaurant?”

His smile broadens, exposing more of his teeth as he puts the lens cap on camera, “We just have to take bus route 218 for 15 minutes…”

You followed him to the bus stop, excited for the evening ahead of you. Who knew a puppy would be the reason for your new love to bloom?

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no.6 (alt.29): prison

It had started small, things disappearing and the showing up in places where they shouldn't be. (Y/N) had tried to explain it away, maybe Wanda had moved it when she was tidying the house, or maybe Agnes had borrowed it and dropped it off again. It was easy done, (Y/N) would just shrug her shoulders and forget about it a moment later.

Then came the weird conversations. It started off as an occasional slip of words, something along the lines of do you want me to do that again? instead of the usual do you need me to repeat that? But then again, she had always found the people of Westview to be a bit more simplistic in nature; maybe it was just their way of being polite, or at least that is what she tried to reason herself with.

It did, however, continue to a newer and greater extreme. (Y/N) noticed that all of her neighbours said things resembling a stereotypical television housewife, and if not that a confused actor waiting on direction. It was only so much after that she could shrug off and live in ignorance.

The final moments of her blissful unknowing came a abrupt halt when she watched a painting she had ever so careful created as a present for Wanda glitch itself out of existence and then back in moments later. That was something that she couldnt ignore.

All of the coincidences and strange but explainable happenings were sudden a lot more worrisome. (Y/N) had to know more, as suddenly Westview didn’t seem as much of a sanctuary as it did before.

She waited for the sun to set and for Wanda to drift of upstairs to bed before she slipped out the door and set off for the edge of town. She wanted to find a pay phone where she knew that she wouldn’t be overheard by any of the annoyingly intrusive neighbours.

She never found one. What she found was nothing. Everything beyond the inner areas of Westview were slow, almost as if time wasn’t working at all. No crickets chirping, or breezes rushing through the streets, no cars, or traffic lights changing. There wasn’t a single sign of life.

If she had been any more confident in her life here, (Y/N) would have turned back and headed home to her loving wife and rambunctious children. However, she had lost that confidence so she persevered until she reached a field.

She stopped for a moment, feeling eyes on her. (Y/N) checked behind herself, just in case she was followed but she didn’t see anything. Taking a breath to ground herself, she stepped forward into the field, continuing in a straight line until she met resistance.

In front of her was nothing but fields and farmland but when she placed a hand on the blockage, the air lit up with red magic. She recognised it in an instant.

“Wanda” she whispered unaware that her contact with the hex summoned the witch to her side.

“My love,” Wanda approached her wife, placing her hand on her shoulder. The gesture was meant to be nice but her grip didn’t allow the other to move. “Let’s go home. It’s late.”

(Y/N) tried, to no avail, to shrug Wanda’s hand from her shoulder. “What’s on the other side?”

“Nothing of any significance.”

(Y/N) was very aware of Wanda was deflecting. She could read her like a penny book, or at least she used to be able too. Although, sometimes she could see glimpses of the woman she loved slip through her heavily constructed facade. Moments like these, she knew what Wanda was saying, even without the words being spoken.

“I can’t leave, can I?”

“No, but why would you want to?” Wanda smiled softly, taking (Y/N)’s hand, tugging her back towards their ‘home.’

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Shin Hati vs Sabine Wren:

Sharpen the Blade

So.

Let’s talk about them.

Now, as a disclaimer: I’m firmly in favor for a Sabine and Ezra pairing.

Speaking from my POV as someone who did not ship them during Rebels, watching the trailers for Ahsoka and then seeing the actual show definitely gave me vibes that things had changed for both of them.

So, I am a convert and standing with the good ship Sabezra.

. . . But, I do see the appeal of Sabine and Shin. I’m not blind. I get it.

Filoni loves some good parallels in his Star Wars. I’ve posted before how Sabine is presented as very similar to Anakin in this series; she’s a huge emotional mess, absolutely driven to succeed at her goal, stubborn, loyal to a fault, loves fiercely and fights just the same. She’s a warrior, through and through.

And, also like Anakin, she damned the galaxy for a chance to save a loved one.

So, if Sabine is being set up to be Anakin, then what role will Shin be playing in her life?

Well, let’s look to the past and re-visit another female dark side user that frequently crossed blades with Anakin Skywalker - Asajj Ventress.

A brief history for her: Set up as a rival to Anakin, she gave him that infamous scar on his face. Ventress wasn’t quite a Sith, despite her desire to be one.

She was trained by a Jedi Master, who died at the hands of the criminals he was fighting. She succumbed to the dark side and ended up ruling over them for a time. That went sideways sometime later and then Count Dooku found her and started training Ventress in the dark side of the Force.

Count Dooku was a former Jedi. Baylan Skoll was a former Jedi. Do you see what I’m getting at?

Dooku later abandoned her and she sought revenge on her former master. She spent the rest of the Clone Wars trying to find her place, keeping ahead of Dooku, and sometimes helping Obi-Wan, Anakin, and even Ahsoka when their interests coincided.

Eventually, at the end of the Clone Wars, she met Jedi Master Quinlan Vos. They fell in love but, during an assassination attempt on Dooku, Vos was captured and tortured, resulting in his fall to the dark side. Ventress rescued him and redeemed him, only for Dooku to kill her while doing so.

Her redemption of Quinlan Vos and subsequent sacrifice in doing so led her to being honored by the Jedi as a true friend.

I’m sure after reading some of this, you can see similarities between Ventress and Shin. Both were initially power-hungry but, really, they were just looking for a place to belong.

Despite being a rival to Anakin, Ventress had a more interesting relationship with Obi-Wan. They had to pair up more than a few times during the Clone Wars.

Remember the scene where Ahsoka tells Shin that they can help her? How scared and confused she looks before running off. Baylon had just abandoned her and the enemy was offering her a place to stay.

My personal belief is that Shin is clearly being set up to be a more personal rival to Sabine, but I think if Filoni is really intent on giving a redemptive arc, then it should be the Ahsoka/Shin interactions we should be looking out for.

Not to say that Shin and Sabine wouldn’t be as interesting. Ahsoka replaces Baylon as a mentor, but she also needs a friend. I see them as maintaining the rivalry, but losing the “I want to murder you” edge from their battles.

Rivals are great foils for a protagonist. Ever since Sabine met Shin, her combat skills have improved dramatically. I feel like they could really push each other to greater heights in their abilities and understanding of one another.

Rivals can also teach you things about yourself that a mentor couldn’t. As a dark sided user, maybe Shin could recognize the growing signs of darkness in Sabine and maybe try to point it out to her. Which would be a great step in their journey towards becoming friends.

And . . . maybe something more.

Filoni would have to do it justice, though. It would be great to have a powerful recurring antagonist - not a villain, an antagonist - who slowly realizes over time that they’re fighting for the wrong side.

Or he could have Shin go full fledged dark, which would also be riveting to watch. I’ve already said that she could be an excellent foil for Sabine, but she could also serve as a dark mirror for the young Jedi.

He has to do it right, which means giving it the proper screen-time. Which, I don’t know if he can. He’s already got a lot of spinning plates in the air for a theoretical season two.

One thing’s for sure: Shin is the wild card for this show. Very excited to see what happens next and where she and Sabine take this rivalry.

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