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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 5 months

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Exhausted // Ethan Landry

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: preoccupied with studying and utterly exhausted, your movie night with your boyfriend slips your mind. but instead of being upset, ethan helps you let go of all your stress.

warnings: language

word count: 754

a/n: gn!reader, no physical desprictions of reader included, no ghostface au this has been in my drafts for a while, so i figured i might as well post it!

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You grumbled to yourself as you trudged up the stairs in your apartment building. The elevator was still broken, and at this point the idea of it ever getting fixed seemed impossible. You continued your seemingly endless journey up the flights of stairs, your eyes occasionally flitting closed from your utter exhaustion.

It was nearing midterms, which meant more school work and more studying. You had spent the past three hours in the library pouring over textbooks and trying to get final projects completed and papers finished. After making very little progress and staring at a blank document that was supposed to have your English paper on it for forty-five minutes, you were drained. Each movement felt like it took every ounce of energy in your body, and you were struggling just to keep your eyes open long enough to make it back to your apartment.

Finally, you reached your floor and you pushed the door open, exiting the stairwell. Letting out a sigh of relief, you unlocked your apartment door and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. Almost immediately, you dropped your bag on the floor, followed by your coat and boots, as you felt the weight of the day slowly slipping away. And that’s when you saw Ethan.

Shit. It couldn’t have been Friday already, right? But one glance down at your phone confirmed it. You had been so busy with school, you hadn’t realized what day it was. Every Friday you and Ethan have a movie night instead of an official date night, due to your dislike for fancier things and his aversion to spending time in public places. But you were late, and you had forgotten. And the disappointed look on Ethan’s face said it all.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize that it was Friday! I’ve just been so busy with midterms coming up and I guess it just slipped my mind.” You walked over to Ethan who was sitting on your couch. “I really am sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

Ethan sighed, looking up at you and taking your hands into his. “You know I could never be mad at you. It’s not like you purposefully stood me up, you were busy. It’s fine.”

You bit your lip nervously, still a bit uneasy. “Are you sure? I feel awful. I know I’m like really late, but we could still watch a movie now. If you’d want?” Your words trailed off into a yawn, your eyes blinking back sleep.

“I’m sure. And we can reschedule for another time, you look exhausted, baby.”

You quickly shook your head. “I’m not that tired. I’ll be fine, really. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I’m not gonna be disappointed if we don’t watch anything tonight. I just want to spend time with you. Movie or not, it doesn’t matter. All I want is to be with you.” Ethan smiled softly, forcing you to smile in return.

Before you had the chance to respond, Ethan pulled you forward by your hands that were still in his, causing you to fall onto his lap. You laughed in surprise as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Your legs managed to wrap around his back and your arms draped over his shoulders, clinging to him like a koala.

This was what you needed. Not watching some random movie that neither of you really paid any attention to. Holding him tightly and feeling him hold you in return, it was like all the stress inside of you just melted away. You buried your face in his neck, your nose still a bit cold from the snow outside, which caused him to shiver slightly. You smiled to yourself, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, practically melting in your embrace.

You tried to tell him that you loved him too, but since you refused to remove your face from his neck, your words came out a muffled mess. He smiled nonetheless, knowing what you were trying to say.

Soon your eyes grew heavy and your grip on him loosened. Before Ethan knew it, you were asleep, using him like your pillow. His heart warmed at the sight, you looked so peaceful while you were sleeping. A stark contrast to the stressed expression on your face when you had arrived. You snuggled closer to him in your sleep, your fingers lightly gripping his shirt. Ethan smiled before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Goodnight, my love.”

tags: @nowitsmissing @hyeyulove

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gyupinkys · 5 months

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BOSS YOU AROUND

Mingyu x afab reader

WC: 3.7K

WARNINGS: GUN PLAY, VIOLENCE, THREATS, DUBCON?, KIDNAPPING, throat fucking , unprotected sex, heavy degradation, spanking, swtich mingyu, switch reader, creampie, mingyu says some wild shit towards the end 🤷‍♀️

Mingyu is officially sick and tired of being the muscle man. It's not even his specialty, he's supposed to work with Jihoon and Wonwoo in tech, but alas he’s always called to do the dirty work. He’s just too fucking nice and he can’t stand to hurt people. He just tells himself it’s what he gets for being 6’2 and built like a brick wall. As he slams the security guard to your building’s head into the wall he’s rethinking his life choices. The guard finally faints and he goes upstairs with Jun to your front door. He rings your doorbell so as to not disturb you too much at this hour.

“Who is it?” your voice rings out.

“UPS” Mingyu says with a giggle, making Jun laugh along with him.

On the other side of the door you grow suspicious. You’re definitely not getting a package past midnight…

You creep to the door and look out the peephole to be greeted with two men you’ve never seen before.

“Y/N, I know you’re there” the dark haired one taunts making your breath catch.

You back away from the door trying to remain quiet when you hear one of them say “I’m tired of waiting” quickly followed by heavy kicks to your door.

What the fuck is happening? You’re not going to sit here and let two strangers break into your fucking apartment. You turn around and run to your window, trying to leave through the fire escape. As you get your window open your front door flies open and the two men walk inside nonchalantly. Your eyes widen as you duck through the window, running down the flights. You hear heavy boots stomping behind you, but you don’t turn around. You’re on your final flight when your feet leave the ground, being lifted off the floor by the back of your shirt. You kick and scream, trying to get him off you but he wraps a large hand around your throat.

“Don’t be like that, bunny.”

You turn to face the man and your eyes widen. Woah. If this is the man kidnapping you you’re going down without a fight.

“And who are you?” you ask with a seductive twang.

“Are you flirting with me right now?”

“Well, you did sweep me off my feet” you shrug.

He gives you a blank stare before nodding to someone behind you. You feel a sharp prick in your neck making you gasp.

“You asshole you didn’t need to sedate me!” you speak as you begin to feel weak.

“Better safe than sorry.” he smirks.

You muster up the last of your strength to kick him right in the balls watching him crumble as he drops you to the floor and you succumb to the darkness.

~~~~~~~~

“Will you stop looking at me?” Mingyu grits out, throwing his head against the wall.

“In order for you to know I’m looking at you, you have to be looking at me.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Come make me, Daddy.” you smile widely at the man standing across from you.

“I will come there and shoot you in the head if you keep this up.”

“If you were gonna kill me you would've done it already.”

“That's not true, we need something from you.”

“And I need something from you, Mingyu.”

“What?”

“I’d guess it's about eight inches, thick, probably a little veiny.”

He walks up to you and leans over your body tied to a metal chair. “You want my cock, baby?”

“I mean I wouldn't say no.” you smirk.

“You don’t even know me. Are you that much of a slut?”

“For a guy like you? Absolutely.”

He quietly chuckles and backs up, turning and walking straight out the room and leaving you alone again. He’s been doing this the entire time you’ve been here. You couldn't actually tell how long they’ve had you here and to be honest you’re not quite sure why. You’re shocked you’re not freaking out, normally you’d be crying and throwing up but maybe the fact they have not harmed you is making you a little calmer. That and Mingyu who constantly visits you but does nothing but complain to you. You’re starting to think he brought you here so he wouldn't have to pay for a therapist.

He comes back into the room with a man you’ve never seen before.

“If all your friends are hot, I'll just stay here forever.” you say, mesmerized by the man with the glasses standing next to Mingyu.

“You weren’t joking.” glasses says under his breath, walking back out the door.

Mingyu walks up to you and unties your binds. “Are you not scared that I'll murder you?” you ask, slightly offended.

One second you're looking up at him and the next you're trapped against the wall with his hand tightly wrapped around your neck.

“Are you forgetting I fucking kidnapped you?” he spits. “This isn't shits and giggles. You’re not leaving this place alive, so if I were you I’d stop taunting your captor.”

That sends you straight back to earth, You feel like everything hits you at once, your fears and worries from before welling up. Tears gather in your eyes as he begins to drag you through the basement, bringing you up a set of stairs into a large warehouse. He shoves you into a chair but you’re struggling to catch your breath, feeling a panic attack on the way. He’s right, you don’t know him, he kidnapped you, he fucking drugged you. You grip the fabric of your pants, trying to ground yourself as you whimper out of frustration.

You faintly hear someone enter the room but you remain focused on trying not to completely break down right now.

“Shut that bitch up before I give her something to cry about” someone speaks, making you cry even harder.

Someone softly grabs your chin and tilts your head up. Through teary eyes you see Mingyu squatted in front of you.

“Listen, now is not the time for this. These guys are not as nice as me, they’ll actually hurt you. I need you to put on a brave face for me, ok? Don’t let them think you’re weak.” He wipes your tears from your eyes and smooths your hair. “Just take a deep breath. Pretend like you’re talking to me.” he smiles, making you calm down enough to catch your breath.

“Mingyu! Enough babying get the fuck out my way.”

You watch him sigh but get up, walking to the back of the room and leaning against the wall.

A tall man approaches you with a condescending smile. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Who are you?”

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” he says with a harsh tug to your hair.

“You haven’t asked a question.”

His eyes widen but he wipes the smirk off your face with a punch straight to your jaw. Holy fucking shit. If he wanted you to stop crying that's definitely not happening now. You let out a sound between a groan and a whimper, dropping your head. He grabs your hair harshly and yanks your head back.

“Where the fuck is San?”

Your eyes widen. San?

“I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”

“If you lie to me again I’ll just kill you.”

“I’m not lying! He left for London 6 months ago, I haven’t seen him since.”

“London? What business does he have in London?”

“I don’t know” you cry, scared he wouldn't like your answer.

He beckons over one of his henchmen and speaks to them before standing up.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” he smiles and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Jun, kill this bitch.” he says and begins to walk away. Your eyes widen and you stand up to run only to be shoved back down by who you’re assuming to be Jun. You begin to cry more, feeling helpless. You don’t understand what’s going on and all you can do is sit here and fucking cry.

“Wait.” Mingyu says a bit too loudly to sound natural. He clears his throat, “At least let me have my way with her first, it’ll be a shame to let that pussy go to waste.”

Your heart stops. As if this can’t get any worse.

The man looks at him oddly. “Didn’t know you’d be into that but go ahead.” he says and walks out, his entourage following until it's just you and Mingyu. He starts to walk towards you but you scurry towards the door. You attempt to open it, but there's a code on the lock. You don't even hear him approach you until he has you caged in his arms. “Y/N turn around.”

“Mingyu please don’t.”

“Do you think I’m actually gonna assault you? I know we don’t know eachother but I’d think you would think of me better than that.”

“You said it yourself, I don’t know you.” you whisper.

“There's cameras in here you need to act scared.”

“Well I am scared.”

“Jesus christ Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m tryna get you out of here alive.” he whispers.

He unlocks the door and begins to drag you out of the room, but you pretend to fight back.

He grabs your throat, but doesn’t squeeze. “Stop fucking fighting me.” he growls, flashing you a sheepish smile after.

What is up with this guy? Is this fucking funny to him?

He drags you up a flight of stairs and outside.

“Ok, I'm going to pretend to trip and you run to the black range rover by the tree. There's keys in the passenger cup holder.”

“That's a bad place to keep your keys.”

He gives you a tight smile. “Would you rather I let Jun kill you?”

He has a point.

“Ok, bye.”

“No thank you kiss?” he pouts.

“I’ll kick you in the balls again.”

He puts his hands up in surrender.

You run to the car and drive away, watching him disappear through the rear view mirror.

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2 months later

You hear two loud knocks at your door. “UPS”

Your heart stops. You tiptoe to your kitchen cabinet pulling out the gun you bought for moments like this. Two more knocks sound and you hesitantly walk to the door, peaking through your peephole.

Oh. It is actually a UPS worker. You open your door and sign for your package. You look down your hallway when you see movement and see someone peeking around the corner but quickly pulling back when you look in that direction.

“Mingyu I know that's you.” you say with a sigh.

You hear a thud followed by a “Damn it.”

He walks around the corner with a pout.

“Why are you here?”

“What? You didn't want to see me?” he says, sounding offended.

“Mingyu you fucking kidnapped me.” you deadpan.

“Ok but I also saved you so you gotta give me some credit.”

“Ok fine.”

He stands in front of your door and stares at you without speaking.

“Why are you here?” you sigh.

“Oh, I came to kidnap you again. They didn't like that I let you go.”

Your eyes widen and you slam the door shut. “C’mon Y/N I’m fucking joking.” you hear through the other side of the door. You take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. You open the door and he invites himself in, taking a seat on your couch.

“Lovely set up you have here.”

“Get to the point.” you say a little too hostile for his liking.

“I don’t know. You were on my mind so I came to see how you were doing.”

You slit your eyes at him. There's no way he thinks this normal.

“I don’t believe you”

He looks at you with a pout. “It's true I just wanted to see how you were doing.” he whispers.

You laugh. This guy isn't real. You walk up to him and ruffle his hair. “Mingyu you’re really not what you seem.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“This big beefy man is just a pouty little princess.”

“That's not true.” he whines.

“Mingyu you’re literally pouting right now.”

He immediately fixes his face and stands up, making you stumble backwards. He catches you by your waist and sets you upright before starting to rant at a pace you couldn't keep up with.

“Ok,you got me. I’m here because i’m so god damn horny and all I could think about was you saying all this nasty shit about what you wanted to do to me but I didnt wanna come and make you think I was just using you for some quick fuck because I’m not but I guess I am and I know you’re probably traumatized so the last thing on your mind is sex but fucking hell I can’t even cum without thinking of you so I had to come but I don’t know what-”

“Holy shit, Shut up.”

He looks at you with wide eyes but shuts up, sitting back down.

“Mingyu, tell me what you want from me.”

He groans and mumbles out “I want you to fuck me.”

You laugh. “You’re fucking pathetic. You could get any girl you want yet you're beating your dick to me? The girl you fucking kidnapped? The girl who wants nothing to do with you?”

He remains silent looking at you with wide eyes. “Mingyu, do you like when people are mean to you? Is that it? You want me to take all my anger out on you? Fuck you until you can’t make a single thought in that pretty little head of yours?”

His breathing picks up, making you smile. “You like this? You like when women degrade you? Who would've thought.”

“Please.”

“Begging already? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Whatever you want I’ll take it all I swear.” he throws his head back on the couch. “You can do whatever you want to me and I’ll be good for you.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise! I just want to feel you.”

You can’t believe this six foot something bean pole is sitting here begging for you. Your ego is through the roof.

You run a hand down his chest, his breathing picking up. He looks at you with hooded eyes.

“I like my men quiet and submissive. Can you do that for me? Keep these perfect lips shut?” you say, tracing the outline of his lips. He nods furiously, making you giggle.

“Oh, Mingyu. What am I going to do with you?”

You straddle him and pull him into a deep kiss, his moans turning you on more. You harshly grind your hips down on him, feeling his hard length.

“You really like this don’t you?” you whisper in his ear, dragging your hands down the hardness of his body. He’s sculpted like a god, every ridge and curve as toned as the last. He nods, hands flying to your waist to grind you harder onto his length.

“You should've heard what was running through my mind the first time I saw you. I was thinking I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, I would have taken it however you wanted me to, no complaints. You could’ve bent me over my couch and fucked me right then and there and I would’ve got on my knees and thanked you”

He groans, burying his face into your neck. “Will you fuck me the way I want? Nice and deep? I want it so bad, Gyu.” you whisper.

Before you know it your back hits the couch and he’s hovering above you, trapping your hands above your head.

“I think you’re forgetting who's in charge here. I came to fuck this tight little pussy not to be bossed around.”

“Yet you let me boss you around so easily.” you smirk.

“It’ll be hard to make orders when you're gagging on my cock.”

“As if.”

He grabs you by your neck and drags you to the nearest wall pressing you against it.

“If you want me to fuck you like a slut then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”

He shoves you to your knees and traps your body between his and the wall, shoving his pants down enough to pull out his cock and spitting on his length.

“Open up.”

You look up at him with a defiant look, refusing to listen. “If we have to be like that, so be it.”

He pulls a black gun out of his pocket, pressing it to your temple and cocking it.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth.

“That's what I like to see.” he smirks. He rubs his tip on your lips, smearing his precum as if it was lipgloss. You hate to admit it but you’re beyond turned on, his dominance making you clench your legs together tightly.

“Pretty.” he whispers before slowly sliding his length into your mouth. “Just be a good toy and take it.”

He begins thrusting into your mouth, pressing your head to the wall by your hair so you can do nothing but take it.

“Fucking hell, your throat is so tight. I should use it all night hmm? Cum as many times as I want and force you to swallow it. I think I’ll just leave you high and dry.”

You groan in annoyance, making him speed up his thrust. “Unh, unh we can’t have that. I want you so cockdrunk you can’t even breathe, let alone think.”

He drives his dick down your throat, moaning at the sound of your gagging and the tears flowing down your cheeks. You can barely take him, his dick just as big as you thought it would be. “Just like that, Baby.” he groans, pushing as deep as he can and holding it until you begin to get light headed. He pulls out and gives you a second to catch your breath.

“Bend over the couch.”

You stumble up to your feet and walk back to the couch and bend over the arm, bracing yourself for whatever he was coming. He walks behind you and harshly spanks your ass.

“How wet is this pussy?” he asks and rubs you over your shorts.

You whine in response, your pride damaged. He slowly drags your pants and panties down, groaning at the sight.

“Fucking hell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get this wet. You really enjoy being treated like a fucking whore, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

He lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth to your cunt, rubbing it through your folds.

“You're wet enough for me to slide right in, I’m sure sluts like you aren’t used to getting any prep right? Always ready to take whatever cock you can get.”

He slides two fingers into you, thrusting in and out, trying to work you open despite his words.

“Pussys so tight, baby. I know the perfect way to stretch this shit out.”

You feel something cold and hard press against your clit and run through your folds. No fucking way.

“This’ll do a nice job,” he whispers. He presses your chest into the couch and slides the tip of the gun into you, watching you stretch open around it. He thrusts it in and out, watching your wetness gather on the base. It’s somehow making you feel good, the fear making you leak down your thighs.

“Can’t wait to fuck you open on my cock.

He pulls the gun out and taps his cock on your hole, teasing you.

“Beg”

“No.”

He digs his gun into your side. “You’re in no position to say no. Do you not want to cum?”

You groan. “Please fuck me, Mingyu.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.”

The fuck?

“What.”

“Tell me why I should fuck you. You need it don’t you?”

“Yes, I need it-” Before you can finish your sentence he forces the gun down your throat making you freeze.

“On second thought, I don't want to hear you.”

He pushes just his tip, relishing in your warmth. “If you don’t start listening i’ll finish the job, cum in you and then fucking kill you. Is that what you want? The cops to find you with my cum leaking out of you?”

Jesus fucking christ, if he keeps talking you’ll actually cum untouched. You moan around the gun, pushing your hips into him.

“That's what I like to see.” he groans and slides in completely, quickly picking up a steady pace and pounding you into the couch.

You whine and groan around the gun, unable to move due to his grip on you. His cock feels heavenly, hitting all the right spots and fitting in you perfectly. This is exactly what you wanted him to do to you the moment you saw him.

He suddenly pulls the gun out and throws it to the floor carelessly. When a loud bang sounds when the gun collides with the wall you both freeze. A bullet hole in your wall is staring at you along with the realization someone is bound to call the police.

“We got three minutes, tops. Think you can cum by then?” he laughs, resuming his thrusts.

“Fuck yea, don’t stop.”

He lifts your hips and hits deeper, making your toes curl. You swear he’s in your stomach with how deep he’s going, and his whines and moans do nothing but spur you on.

“Rub that sweet pussy for me I wanna feel you cum around me.”

You sneak a hand to your clit and rub harsh circles, chasing your high as you hear sirens approaching. With one particularly hard thrust you're gone, creaming around his cock. He takes this as a sign to let go, cumming deep into your spent pussy.

“Keep it all in there for me, Ok? They're gonna need some evidence when they question you.”

He pulls you in for a kiss as he pulls up his pants. “We should do this again.” he says with a cheeky smirk as loud bangs sound from your door.

“I’ll think about it.” you smile as he climbs through your fire escape.

“I’ll see you soon.” he smirks and clubs down, slipping into a black range rover and driving off.

You rush to open your door, being met by officers with their guns drawn. You decide to give Mingyu a hard time, easily fitting into the role of the distressed woman.

“He just left through the fire escape.” you say with a dramatic whimper, laughing on the inside about the night Mingyu’s about to have.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #mingyu fanfic #kpop mafia au

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thezombieprostitute · 3 months

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Dream Come True - Epilogue

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, afab. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Insecure reader. Smut. Violence referenced but not written.

Part 10

Series Masterlist

You took another look at yourself in the mirror. You were starting to second guess this lingerie you bought on a whim. You’d just felt so confident in the moment, but now you’re wondering if it was actually a good idea. The past few months with Curtis had done wonders for your self-esteem; the fact that you could even look in the mirror this long was proof of that. It seemed like his desire for you would never fade. You weren’t complaining but it still took some getting used to.

There were a lot of things to get used to these past few months. Understandably impressed with your work Rogers and Barnes had made sure you were given a place in the Family. Officially you were a HR Consultant, complete with the oversized checks. What that translated to was, every time there was a disagreement within the Family, a roadblock in their internal functioning, you were called in. Barnes reasoned that, if you could get Curtis to do things differently, you could get anyone to do so. There were some chuckles at that, mainly from Mace who continued to rib Curtis about “being right”. The guys would sometimes try to talk you into talking to Curtis for them but you promised to only do that if a conversation was warranted. Hal needing upgraded pool cleaning supplies? Sure. Jake needing upgraded computers for the cybercafe so he could own the leader-boards for his games? No.

Ransom was finally released from the hospital a couple weeks ago. Apparently he didn’t give you up right away and ended up with some scars for his trouble. He was absolutely doted on by a few nurses who were fans of his books so he didn’t complain much. Because everything happened at his home he was allowed to come up with the official story for the police. Sheriff Bodecker reported that Ransom was the victim of a small group of super fans; when he tried to turn them away they attacked him and destroyed his home.

The door to the apartment opened up and you heard Curtis calling for you. You wrap your robe around you, regretting getting the crotchless lingerie, and step out to welcome him. He wraps you up in his strong arms and covers your face in little kisses.

“Been such a crappy day,” he grumbles. “So glad I get to come home to you.”

You giggle at the affection before breaking the hug, “come on, I’ve got dinner keeping warm. Just need to dish it up.”

“Mmmm. Smells so good.”

“Are you talking about the dinner or me?”

“Yes,” he smiles.

You gently scoff and playfully slap his chest, “just promise you’ll be honest about the food? It’s a new recipe.”

“Always,” he confirms. “May I ask about the robe?”

“Oh,” you falter, “I was…um…I bought myself a little something, but I’m…I’m not so sure…”

“Can I see?”

You gently chew your lip before looking at him and opening your robe. You think you hear Curtis growl as he takes in the visual of you in the skimpy lingerie.

“Angel, we’re gonna need to delay dinner.”

“But, I-” you’re cut off by Curtis closing the space between you and kissing you, fully removing your robe before letting his hands wander to all of your favorite spots. You moan as he kisses down your jawline, “bed or couch?”

Curtis pulls away, “right here.” He drops to his knees and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder before attaching his mouth to your pussy.

You use his strong shoulders to steady yourself as you enjoy his tongue’s expert movements. You look down and see his eyes are beautifully darkened with lust. You’re a little worried about falling but trust Curtis to catch you. Just like with your life, this position is an adjustment, but damn worth it.

Part 10

Series Masterlist

Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would.

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@hisredheadedgoddess28

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#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x plus size!reader #curtis everett x insecure!reader #mafia!curtis everett #mob!curtis everett #curtis everett #plus size!reader

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lemoncrushh · 7 months

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Dressing For Revenge - Sneak Peek

COMING SOON...

My official rebrand relaunch will be Friday, October 6 at 8PM CST. My first new fic will be posted, but I thought I'd share a little sneak peek if you're interested.

Summary: Still heartbroken from finding your ex cheating on you, you go to a nightclub with your friend Kelsie, where not only do you run into your ex, but also a handsome gentleman who's willing to help you get over him.

SNEAK PEEK

While the beat still pulsed around you, you found a particular pulse of your own, racing through your veins like a newly lit fire that you’d thought had long died out. As Harry continued to seduce your mouth with his tongue, your fingertips found his chest once again where you slid your palm inside his shirt and ran it across his bare chest. The touch seemed to ignite something in Harry too, and you felt him chuckle against your lips before he pulled away, grabbing your wrists.

“You’re gonna make me strip you right here and have my way with you, baby,” he growled.

His hungry eyes told you he could very well do just that. Lifting his gaze, however, his smirk fell as he looked past you.

“Hmm, looks like the tables have turned.”

“What?” you asked.

Cocking his head, he gestured behind you. Turning slightly, you caught Luke glaring at you. His jaw was set, his eyes narrowed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he didn’t approve of your sexy little display with Harry, or might even feel a tinge of jealousy.

Hmmph, you shrugged off the notion. Luke had never shown any sign of jealousy as long as you’d known him. Still, it made you a little excited to know he was keeping tabs on you.

“I’ll be damned,” you heard Harry chuckle. “I’d say he’s a wee bit unhappy, Y/N.”

“Serves him right,” you let the words slip.

“I’m gonna guess he was the possessive type.”

“Actually, no,” you replied. “In public he barely acted like he knew me. I’d find him flirting with every other woman in the room.”

“But he still expected you to be with him, right?” Harry asked.

“Yeah…”

“While he could do whatever he wanted.”

You furrowed your brows, finally understanding Harry’s point. “Yeah!”

“He didn’t deserve you,” Harry said, his voice low but loud enough for you to hear. “Didn’t appreciate you.”

“Probably not,” you sighed, your hips still swaying as Harry held you close.

“Definitely not,” he retorted, lifting his right hand to slide it under your ear. "Come home with me, Y/N. Make him really jealous. Make him realize what he's missing."

You snorted in disbelief as your fingertips tickled the back of his hand. “I doubt he’d even notice if I left with you.”

“I beg to disagree,” said Harry. “The way his eyes are shooting daggers at me right now says otherwise.”

“I don’t like to use people, Harry,” you claimed.

He threw his head back laughing, and you could feel the vibration in his chest against your own.

“Seriously, Y/N? Isn’t that why you’re here? Why we’re all here? Regardless of whether or not your ex had shown up to this club tonight, wasn’t your intention to get back at him? To find someone to help you forget?”

“Well…yeah…kinda,” you stammered.

“And wouldn’t I just be perfect to help in that regard?”

You felt your face flush as you looked into his eyes. He was absolutely right. Your goal had been to get back at Luke tonight, if only to prove to yourself that you didn’t need him. And Harry was so sexy and willing…

Thanks for reading, and I hope you join me for my new venture! I am open for requests, and I'm always happy to chat about anything and everything!

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13ghostlytitties · 11 months

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The Heart of a Hero is returning once more!

Today marks the 5-year anniversary of the premiere of HoaH, and is fairly close to the 3.5 year anniversary of its last official upload. Well, the wait is over. It’s time for me to resurrect this series and eventually bring it to its end (not that it left off anywhere close to ending 😉).

Since it’s been a while, I’ve put together a recap of the story so far that I’ll post at some point here. It’s not complete, I had to cut out some of the newer chapters since it just became a play-by-play synopsis that doubled the total word count, but hey, having to reread 5-10 chapters is better than rereading 150.

The tentative return date will be this time next month as I work on creating a backlog of chapters. If I need to push it back, I’ll let you know. As for other questions I’m sure some of you have, check below the cut. For those who don’t care, see you in a month, hopefully.

So, some questions I’m sure some of you are asking:

1: where have you been? And why did you stop?

I’m not gonna go into details since I’m not that kinda person, but overall, just been living life, dude. I originally began my unexpected hiatus when college was kicking my ass and expected to get right back to things, but some stuff happened, and by the time I had dealt with it, it was Spring of 2020. You can guess what stopped me up then lol. But yeah, things just got away from me and eventually, I didn’t have the time or energy to dedicate to diving headfirst back into this outside of unconnected one-off stuff like those Bang fics. There’s other facets too, of course, the biggest one being a general disinterest in the source material. I stopped reading MHA around the villains arc (though I’ve kept up a bit in terms of big stuff like the traitor reveal), so I lacked that interest to pull me back into this world. Where I left off in the story, in the middle of a complicated arc full of OCs and big fights and stuff, was also a hurdle to getting back into things. But I’m here now, I’m working on my backlog, and I’m gonna commit. If you guys are excited about my return, spread the word and lemme hear it so I can keep this motivation 🤟

2: Is A New Era coming back too?

And now for the other shoe to drop. It is not. Im very sorry, especially to those whose OCs I included, but it’s just not feasible. Every time I considered it or tried it, the whole return to the main story was stopped up with it. Anyone who’s interested in continuing it themselves in some way shape or form, you have my permission in terms of the general idea, the OC kids I came up with, the places that canon characters are in it, etc. As for other people’s OCs, I’d check with their creators. One again, very sorry, but it’s just not doable.

3: What will this return look like? How often are chapters gonna drop?

Still working out the specifics, but my idea for now is to drop 2 chapters a week. If I need to go on hiatus, I’ll announce as much and plan the placement of it much better so that I don’t stop in the middle of an arc. That way, the hiatus will only be a month instead of years lol. The schedule may change over time, but I’ll keep everyone informed as I move ahead with it

4: a lot has happened in the manga and anime and movies since you stopped. Will these things be worked into the series?

Nope. I stopped reading and probably won’t start again until it’s over and done with. More than that, I’ve been sitting on these plans for a couple years now and don’t feel like changing them much. Besides, this story has had a long, rich history of shitting in the soup of the canon story, so I’ll just continue doing my own thing

5: are you still as epic and cool and funny as in the past?

Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to. I never was 😎

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cassifictional · 10 months

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Guarded - ch. 16: tipped balance

links to chapters in masterlist on pinned post ♡

Pairing: Sevika x female reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Things have been peaceful for you, as far as one can live peacefully in Zaun. Recently, you and Sevika made it official. But she seems troubled, worried about things beyond the control of both of you. Sometimes, you feel as if all that you’ve built in recent times might come crashing down at a moment's notice. But you persist, and so does Sevika. Where will your journey take you?

Word count: 680

Notes: Hey there, it’s been a while. Remember when I promised I’d finish this fic? Yeah, I haven’t forgotten. I’m just slow.

Quick little life update. (I guess I already talked about this in my last posts, this is copy pasted from AO3) It's been treating me with ups and downs. Long story short, things when to shit at my job but after putting up with a lot of bullshit, anxiety and uncertainty I’m once again in a good place. I also got into an actual real life relationship and I couldn’t be happier with them. They've really changed my life for the better <3 as a result I did lose a lot of interest in fic writing but this series is so special to me, I’m gonna finish it one day, hopefully soon. Please enjoy this slightly shorter chapter as I work on finishing the last chapters of this series.

“Over here.”

You look around you, but don’t see anyone. You’re in a dark place. Alone, with nothing but faint lights from an invisible source and a disembodied voice to guide you.

“Come here..”

This feels familiar. You’ve been here before. Not in this room, but this place. This.. scenario. You start walking, trying to follow the direction of the voice. A familiar, warm yet commanding voice that you know all too well by now. Instinct tells you to follow it.

“There you go..”

But something doesn’t feel quite right. You’ve followed the voice and are standing right in front of where you expect someone to be. But there isn’t anyone. You’re alone.

“Wait..”

Her voice has changed, but you still can’t see her. The friendly, warm tone making way for something much less familiar, and therefore, much scarier.

“You aren’t..”

Fear.

She’s afraid. She’s never afraid. And of what? Or.. who?

“You aren’t safe here.”

You see her metal arm shoot out from the darkness, reaching out for you. But she misses, and you fall. Down into the void. Darkness surrounds you, terrified screams echoing from some place far away. The screams slowly morph into the sound of rushing water, and suddenly you’re falling down a waterfall. Sickeningly pink shimmer-stained water that tastes like cough syrup and smoke and fire fills your lungs as you gasp for air. You feel the metal of Sevika’s mechanical hand around your throat, but you can't tell whether she’s trying to push your under or pull you out. As your vision starts to darken, you’re suddenly out of the toxic water and on your back.

A large figure looms over you, their shape outlined by a brightly lit sky. They say nothing, you cannot see their face. Did they save you? Are you safe now?

“Sevika?” you whisper through labored breaths.

The looming figure stays quiet.

It’s not her.

Then darkness. Nothing.

…

You gasped loudly as you awakened, your hair stuck to your forehead and the sheets damp from your cold sweat. A dream. It had all been a dream. No, a nightmare. And a horrible one at that. You instinctively reached over beside you, expecting the warm, safe presence of Sevika beside you that you had gotten so used to over the past few weeks. But she wasn’t there. In her place was a note, neatly left on top of her pillow.

You let yourself fall down onto the bed again. Just a nightmare. Just. A nightmare. You tried to comfort yourself in lieu of your girlfriend, your rock, who never seemed too bothered by your nightmares but never hesitated to hold you in order to tell you that you were safe. She’d keep you safe.

Things between you hadn’t changed after you’d made it official. But things around you did. Zaun was restless, crime was spiking and Piltover officials kept putting their noses where they didn’t belong. Sevika and you both knew something was wrong, but you didn’t know what. Or maybe she knew more than she was letting on and was keeping the truth from you in a feeble attempt at keeping you safe.

You sighed, the panic from the nightmare slowly subsiding until you felt calm enough to start your day. Even though it was still early, Sevika had seemingly gotten up before you and left without ever waking you. What was she doing up so early? Would she be staying out late again? She’d been doing that a lot lately, waking up way early and staying out late. Sometimes she wouldn’t come home at all. Your mind filled with worries and doubt, you wished she was just here to hold you right now. To tell you everything would be alright. You reached over and grabbed her note from the pillow beside you, checking if there was any residual heat from her body left as a quiet reminder of her in the sheets, but there was none.

“Had to leave early again. Won’t be back on time for dinner.

I promise we’ll sleep in again one of these days. Looking forward to it.”

- S

Notes: well, that was kinda depressing.

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #arcane x reader #arcane imagine #arcane imagines #cat writes #arcane fanfic #guarded

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izvmimi · 11 months

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Matchlit - Chapter 4

cw: none.

Masterlist

“Kacchan?”

“Shut the fuck up, Deku.” Katsuki quips instantly, without even looking at him, fiddling with the seating of his right gauntlet. Air whips past his face as the open aircraft they stand in continues to fly through the skies to their next destination, and his squint only makes his permanent scowl look worse.

Izuku sighs, used to the abuse although it has noticeably worsened in frequency in the past couple of days, adjusting his mask on the lower half of his face. He then settles into a deep squat, warming up his legs for the upcoming mission with repetitive exercises. Shoto looks up from his cell phone only because of Izuku’s sudden movements in his peripheral vision, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey, how long would you guys wait to contact someone after a one night stand?” he asks, suddenly, thumb swiping out of a messages tab.

Izuku stands still abruptly, then gives him a confused look.

“Since when do you have one night stands?” Izuku asks, genuine surprise in his voice. Even Katsuki is looking at Shoto now despite the fact that he’s acted like he couldn’t be bothered by literally anything, not even this mission the three of them are on today.

“Since the beach trip.”

“What?!” Izuku exclaims. Katsuki’s eyes widen and Shoto shrugs.

“I guess it’s not really a one night stand, but you know what I mean.”

“WHO?!”

Shoto tilts his head at Izuku in confusion.

“I thought everyone knew.”

Katsuki now finally is more irritated by Shoto’s behavior than by the sudden turn his life has taken.

“Which one of our classmates did you fuck Shoto?”

Izuku suddenly goes paper white, which forces Katsuki to say, “It’s not your girlfriend, doofus, not everyone sees her like you do.”

“‘Fuck’ is a strong word,” Shoto starts, and Katsuki, very annoyed by this conversation despite being thankful that the drama is a good distraction, walks towards him and puts a hand on his shoulder. Shoto looks at the hand on his shoulder, questioning, then looks right back at Katsuki.

“June and I had a moment.”

This news clearly knocks the wind out of the other two.

“You have to be kidding me.” Katsuki whispers under his breath, turning on his heels. “Shinsou’s gonna beat your ass, you know that right?”

Shoto shrugs.

“They aren’t official. Plus, I’d like to see him try.”

Katsuki blinks, then nearly doubles over laughing while Izuku blurts out a sound between horror and amusement.

“Good point.”

---

Masaru whistles as he loads the dishwasher after a painfully quiet dinner and Mitsuki, who had previously stormed off angrily, now stands at the doorway of the kitchen, her arms folded close to her chest, and an apologetic look on her face. When he finishes, he sighs and finally acknowledges her, giving her a small smile.

“I’m sorry,” she offers.

Masaru shrugs. “You really shouldn’t be apologizing to me.”

Mitsuki bites her lip, and walks towards him, a bid for understanding in her eyes.

“You don’t understand how it is with her sometimes… it’s so hard to say no to her, plus our son has said he doesn’t really care, and in all honesty, it’s an excellent match-”

Masaru places a finger on her lips.

“If you’re so sure about it, why do you need to defend yourself so much?”

Mitsuki frowns and falls silent.

“They’re royalty .” Mitsuki stresses.

Masaru chuckles. “How often does that matter in this day and age?” He moves past her gently to return to the sitting room, but his hand directs backward to take his wife with him, and she follows him out.

Both of them settle on the loveseat and Mitsuki lets out a loud sigh.

“You never told me about Hiriko,” Masaru asks. In all his years knowing his wife, he had never seen her yield to any other woman so naturally, and the sight has weighed heavily on his mind. Mitsuki grits her teeth.

“All Hiriko has done her whole life is try to prove that she’s better than me… I don’t know how despite this I’m the first one she thought of for such an important matter, or if it’s just the fact that Katsuki is so popular and she somehow wanted to get the upper hand in that…”

Masaru raises an eyebrow.

“Then call off the wedding?”

“It’s a good match,” she repeats, not to him, but to herself. “Their family is rich. Kasumi is beautiful and well-mannered and can’t be scared off by him. This might be his only chance!”

Masaru sighs and leans back into his couch, and decides not to argue any further. Mitsuki presses close, resting her head on his chest for comfort. He allows her, his arm wrapping around her gently.

“We haven’t spoken in over a decade, but I owe a lot to Hiriko.” Mitsuki mumbles. “If not for her wearing some of my designs… it would have been harder to break through. Even if she’s always been so awful to me…”

Masaru says nothing but nods.

“This is a good idea,” she repeats.

Masaru just hopes she’s right.

---

“Secure the area!” Izuku shouts, while Katsuki presses on ahead, gauntlets blazing, to meet their enemies head on. Shoto creates a wall of ice as requested to protect the few scattered civilians from the ongoing carnage before helping to triangulate the new crop of insurrectionists setting up base in Hachijojima. The New Hero Commission had been watching this group for a while, unsure if there was a need to intervene on the simple suspicion of bad activity, but once enough hikers had started to disappear, only one of whom had returned about 8 months later with profound personality changes and strange tattoos along their legs, the three had been called to investigate.

The timing seemed to have been perfect, because their first raid of the small community nestled where the mountains meet the sea coincided with the first hour in which the heroes arrived.

It’s a quick clean-up among the three of them for all the destruction the group of villains have caused. While Bakugou is securing quirk-neutralizing handcuffs on the ringleader, bound by Blackwhip, Izuku notices again that Bakugou is quieter again, focused on his task, and hasn’t even replied with his customary ‘Don’t tell me what to do!’.

Bakugou also decides not to participate in questioning, which is usually his forte, which gives a chance to Shoto to unintentionally torture the leader into revealing his entire plan by doing nothing more than staring at him and asking minimal questions.

The quiet continues on into the evening, where Katsuki spends dinner in silence, glancing every so often at his phone. He also retires early, by 9pm, which isn’t strange necessarily to Izuku, but the fact that he doesn’t bother to make any snarky comment before turning in for the night is.

“Something’s wrong,” Izuku finally says to Shoto.

“Yeah, June didn’t answer my text.” Shoto says, turning off the screen. Izuku frowns.

“Can we please leave your relationship drama out of work?”

Shoto raises an eyebrow. “You’re one to talk.”

Izuku looks as though he’s been hit, then physically shakes his head to change the subject.

“We’ve got to figure out what’s wrong with Kacchan.”

Shoto sticks his phone in his pocket and stretches his arms over his head. “Maybe he’s tired. We just, you know, saved a city?”

“He’s not more tired than we are and he started acting strange on the plane,” Izuku insists. Shoto shrugs as Izuku starts to pace. “I feel like something bad happened that he doesn’t want to talk about.”

“So are you suggesting we ask about it when he doesn’t want to talk about it?”

Izuku’s lips press into a thin line.

“Sorry.” Shoto says. Izuku glares just enough that Shoto sighs, eventually raising his hands in defeat.

“I mean we could probably go ask him anyway, it won’t be the first or the last time we’ve pissed him off.”

Izuku gives him a look, but realizes it makes perfect sense. The two of them leave their suite to see if they can follow Katsuki enough to corner him, realizing that his door isn’t completely open. Izuku pushes gently, saying his name quietly to warn him (and also bracing for blast impact) but as the door creaks open, the two realize that Katsuki’s standing at the balcony of his hotel room.

Before Izuku can step further, Shoto holds him back.

“He’s on the phone,” he whispers.

They turn to leave, but Izuku catches, far too many times, the words “relationship” and “not ready.”

---

No text back.

You purse your lips, then turn your phone over, adjusting yourself in your chair so that you can hug one knee, and resuming the work of editing your photos in the late hours of the night. Now that you’ve had a moment to actually go through your files in this brief respite from Hero work, you’ve realized that you’ve had a backlog of pictures, some you’ve taken more professionally and some casually, to file away appropriately. It’s late, and the truth is that you’re somewhat bored, and the thought of what happened just under a week ago still plagues you, especially in lieu of Katsuki’s suddenly diminished communication.

Perhaps you are imagining it. For all you know he could be in the middle of a dangerous fight, although you haven’t heard anything and you try not to think of the worst. Otherwise, he just is busy, or perhaps he feels weird too, that the simple act of kissing may have crossed some boundary that he now regrets.

You sigh and click through pictures. There’s a big picture of Lili and June hugging each other that you’re not sure they’ve seen that you file away to text to the group later, then a picture of Hitoshi and June, with his arms wrapped around her which makes you shake your head, and finally some aerial views of Tokyo which make you squint as you try to figure out the angle, until you realize Katsuki had flown you high up for these shots which makes your tummy hurt.

It’s time for bed.

You’re a little sluggish to rise but you’ll try to be active tomorrow morning and then your phone buzzes.

You doin’ all right?

You try to stop your heart from fluttering. This is your friend, nothing more.

Yeah. Are you being a hero?

When his speech bubble appears then disappears, you second guess yourself, wondering if you sounded too bitter, then try to follow it up with a laughing emoji.

Something like that, is his reply. A pit forms in your stomach but he hasn’t said anything wrong.

Everything okay? You ask. There’s too much pause in between the read receipt and his response, but he replies, finally:

Yeah. I’ll see you soon.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mimi's notes #bakugou x reader imagine #thoughts; bakugou #daydreams: bnha #mimi writes: matchlit

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aquagustd · 2 years

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hell is empty - JJK, KTH

📞 #2

↳ events a few days after part 06.2 - a week before part 07

✧ series masterlist ✧

pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, smut, fluff, love triangle au

tags — strong language, parental conflict, unwarranted flirting, some arguing, single parent!reader, ceo!taehyung, dad!jk

a/n — important phone call between tae & oc (also jk & oc 🤚🏻)- which is relevant to the plot !! if you skip this you will be confused

You: Hello?

Jungkook: So you’re calling me now?

You: I just—

Jungkook: There’s only two reasons why you would call me this late at night. One, you want me to come over. Two, you want me to come over.

You: No. You idiot. I called to ask how long we’re gonna be staying at the resort? So I know how many sets of clothes to pack for Smiley and I.

Jungkook: …

You: Hello?

Jungkook: Pack for a week.

You: A week?! I don’t know if Yoongi will let me—”

Jungkook: Chill out babe. I already spoke to Yoongi about it, and he said it’s fine. You can have the whole week off.

You: Do NOT call me babe.

Jungkook: Whatever you say, love. Don’t forget to pack plenty bikinis.

You: Bikinis?

Jungkook: Yeah, you know. There’s gonna be pools and beaches and you wouldn’t wanna be the only one in a penguin costume.

You: Penguin costume?

Jungkook: You know what I mean.

You: No. I don’t. Are you trying to imply that I have no style? That I would show up covered in spandex while everyone else—

Jungkook: You have very sexy taste, love. Even better than when we were together.

You: Flattery will get you nowhere.

Jungkook: I’m not banking on it.

*beep*

You: Someone’s trying to call me. We’ll talk tomorrow.

Jungkook: Is it your sugar daddy? Tell him I said you won’t be needing his servic—

You: Fuck you.

Jungkook: Wouldn’t you like t—

You: Hello?

Taehyung: ___, hey. Good to hear your voice again.

You: Taehyung. Hi.

Taehyung: How have you been?

You: Fine. And you?

Taehyung: Alright. I miss you.

You: …

You: Hmm.

Taehyung: What? You don’t miss me too?

You: I’ve been trying to call you for days, Taehyung. You wouldn’t answer my calls and then I just gave up knowing that you’d call me if you wanted to.

Taehyung: I just…needed some time. I called you now.

You: After I got tired of waiting for you to.

Taehyung: What does that mean?

You: Nothing.

You: I miss you. So does Smiley.

Taehyung: Ah, I miss the lil guy. When is he coming over to visit? My mother wouldn’t stop pestering me.

You: She told you? We met her at the salon.

Taehyung: She did.

You: I’m sorry.

Taehyung: For?

You: …

You: Getting mad at you. Your mother told me…you…I just miss you so much. I’m sorry.

Taehyung: Stop apologizing. I get it, I should’ve called or texted you, but I guess I couldn’t pull my shit together fast enough.

You: It’s okay.

Taehyung: Nah, it’s not. I should’ve left you a message or something. So you have all the right to be mad at me.

You: I don’t think I can be mad at you for too long.

Taehyung: Why’s that?

You: …

You: Because I like you too much. And your stupid, handsome face.

Taehyung: *chuckle* I like you too. Way too much.

You: Are you sick? Your voice sounds a little weird.

Taehyung: Yeah, just a cold. I’ve been working from home these past few days.

You: Oh, you poor baby. Do you need me to bring you anything?

You: What? Why are you laughing?

Taehyung: Nothing, it’s just…I heard you talk to Junho like that.

You: Oh…I’m sorry.

Taehyung: No, I like it. A lot actually.

You: You do?

Taehyung: Mhm.

You: I see, you like to be babied?

Taehyung: Only when you’re babying me. It’s nice being the one who needs to be taken care off for a change.

You: I’ll take care of you. However you’d like.

Taehyung: However I’d like?

You: Hmmm…in more ways than one.

Taehyung: Fuck, I need you so bad…in more ways than one.

You: Me too.

You: I wish I could see you right now. But I have Smiley with me tonight.

Taehyung: Oh? He’s not with his father?

You: Nope. We’re actually preparing for our first, official vacation next week.

Taehyung: I know.

You: You know?

Taehyung: I stopped by your place earlier today, but you weren’t home.

You: Yeah, I was out doing some shopping.

Taehyung: And I met your neighbor, Seojoon, outside. He told me that you’re going on a trip with your ex.

You: That’s funny. I haven’t spoken to him in ages.

Taehyung: Hm.

You: But yeah, anyway, I’m not sure where exactly we’re going, Jungkook said it’s a surprise for Junho.

Taehyung: So, you’re actually going with him…

You: Yeah? What do you mean?

Taehyung: Did you forget everything we talked about? It’s not safe for you or Smiley, ___.

You: I only agreed to this because Jimin—

Taehyung: Jimin. He told me that you agreed to his plan. And I called to tell you that it’s not safe to follow through. There’s so many other ways you could do this, ___.

You: So this is why you called? To put me off this whole thing? Jimin told me you didn’t want to give him my contact details.

Taehyung: Because anything he wanted to tell you could’ve been sent to me first and I would convey the message.

Taehyung: And I didn’t only call to tell you this, don’t make assumptions.

Taehyung: You’re forgetting this is the guy who tried to kidnap and hurt not only you, but your son had he been there. By some miracle he wasn’t.

You: He was paid to do it, just like how you’re paying him to help me.

Taehyung: Exactly, I can easily pull my funding and you won’t have to go on this…holiday with your ex.

You: So that’s what it’s all about? You just don’t want me to go with Jungkook?

Taehyung: Yeah! Because it’s dangerous.

Taehyung: But I’m not gonna fucking lie and say that it doesn’t hurt knowing that you’re ‘working things out’ with him. When anything could happen.

You: You know that I have nothing left for him, he’s just Junho’s dad.

Taehyung: And you’re going on a trip with him. You’re forgetting all that we talked about ___. What it’s like when you’re lonely.

You: It’s not like that anymore.

Taehyung: Don’t go on this trip please. Forget my feelings and think about your safety.

You: Jimin said he has everything set up, so we’ll be safe.

Taehyung: …

Taehyung: I don’t want to fight or argue. I already miss you so fucking much and this bickering will only make me feel worse.

Taehyung: It’s your life after all.

You: Taehyung…

Taehyung: No, no. I get it. Do what you think is right for Smiley. And I hope you two have fun on your trip.

Taehyung: I’ll settle everything with Jimin’s agency, don’t worry.

You: Thank you but…Tae.

Taehyung: Let me know where you’re going when you find out, yeah?

You: Taehyung, I want you to know that we have means so much to me. In this time, these few weeks that we were apart, it had me thinking. I want us to work things out, more than anything in the world. Please don’t give up on us.

Taehyung: I can’t. Of course, I won’t. I want things to work out too. I’ll be waiting for you once you get back, yeah?

You: Yeah.

Taehyung: Okay. I can’t wait.

You: I miss you.

Taehyung: I miss you too.

You: I hope you get well soon, please let me know if you need anything. We’re only leaving on Friday afternoon.

Taehyung: I will.

Taehyung: ___?

You: Yeah?

Taehyung: I…nothing.

Taehyung: See you soon. Tell Smiley I said hi and I have a new TV in the lounge.

You: Will do.

Taehyung: Bye.

You: Bye~

Taehyung: Stay safe.

✉️

#taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #taehyung series #jungkook series #bts smut #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #taehyung x you #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook fanfic #kim taehyung fanfic

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Clone High S2

‘ Whoa, a little spaceship! I’m gonna go chase it! ‘

‘ I think that’s enough adjectives, thanks. ‘

‘ I do it all: writing, directing, overthinking, second-guessing, self loathing, unraveling, and regrouping. ‘

‘ I like boobies and butts! Any shape or size. ‘

‘ Oh, I’m just trying to get better at thinking. ‘

‘ So you wanna have a play date— uhh, I mean sleepover— uhh, I mean bro night? ‘

‘ This seems pretty revealing. ‘

‘ You are a monster online… and in person. ‘

‘ This is officially the biggest secret I’ve ever been a part of. ‘

‘ You’re on my notes. And my lap. ‘

‘ That’s just stress, bro. Or a heart attack. But probably stress. ‘

‘ I run away from, like, 99% of my problems. ‘

‘ Oh, how I wish my father would die again. ‘

‘ I hate warm-blooded animals. ‘

‘ Sometimes it’s hard to root for you. ‘

‘ If she breaks up with you but you can’t hear her, it does not count. ‘

‘ I’m sorry, is your mind also flat-chested? ‘

‘ I’m not crying, I’m just.. leaking anger. ‘

‘ Are you looking for the easiest path to fame and fortune without having to put in hard work? ‘

‘ Just when I think my opinion of you couldn’t sink any lower, it does. Much, much lower. ‘

‘ You dug in, you learned nothing, and you didn’t apologize. You’re the hero of this story. ‘

‘ You better have a sound ulterior motive for tricking me. ‘

‘ We practiced two whole times, we’re ready, let’s do this! ‘

‘ We’re friends, right? Please don’t answer that. ‘

‘ We need to avoid each other at all costs. ‘

‘ I am so glad you have rich parents. ‘

‘ What I know is nothing about something. ‘

‘ Shut up, [NAME], you know I’d rather die alone. ‘

‘ It’s science and it checks out. ‘

‘ How long was I crying? ‘

‘ I’m too smart to be catfished! ‘

‘ Look at us, dying in the desert like a couple of goofs. ‘

‘ We sure have a lot of funerals. ‘

‘ As the son of a mother, I know about women. ‘

‘ I’ve never seen you nervous before. ‘

‘ That’s the law, don’t bother to look it up. ‘

‘ Most people are so annoying but you… I don’t know, you seem different. ‘

‘ I miss having someone who loves me no matter what. ‘

‘ I wanna die so bad now. ‘

‘ Man, you must have a dark past. ‘

‘ As previously established, I have no soul. ‘

‘ I’ve got a gun, I just can’t find it right now. ‘

‘ I don’t remember that being established but it does make me feel better. ‘

‘ And probably a lot of people are going to die, but we won’t focus on that. ‘

‘ I’m sure you did this all by yourself because you’re very unpleasant to be around. ‘

‘ We get to choose our own weapon, fun. ‘

‘ I can’t keep track of your white girl crushes. ‘

‘ Just like a lone wolf I’m gonna destroy my enemies and piss all over everything. ‘

#Media: Clone High #ask meme #starters

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tuiyla · 1 year

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My Buffy spoilers

Now that I’m about right on the middle of Buffy the Vampire Slayer I thought it was time to summarize what spoilers I know of that haven’t already come to pass. You know just for the sake of transparency and looking back on this when I actually know how it all turns out.

Spuffy: I had known about Spike’s character and how he turned from villain into Buffy’s love interest for a long time. Right now in the show Spike is only just beginning to join the gang and I find the way in which the writing enables that clever but from the very beginning of Spuffy’s interactions I was wondering how on earth they’re gonna sell this as romance later on. This isn’t the first time I watched a show knowing that an unlikely couple will come to be so, you know, we’ll see. I do have to admit that James Marsters’ performance is delightful and Spike is a fun character, I just think that he has a long way to go still. But I am only halfway through and that’s not considering AtS, so.

Dawn: kind of a bummer that I know of Dawn’s existence because I’ve heard her being referred to as the biggest plot twist of the series. Mind, I don’t know much, just that Dawn is Buffy’s little sister somehow and will shake up the status quo. Is it some wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff? Don’t know and don’t tell me, the less I know about Dawn Summers the better but I do know of her general existence.

Tara: I just watched Hush yesterday so Tara is officially part of my Buffy experience. Since I was not only around for the Gay Migration and the Bury Your Gays outcry but actively researching it for my dissertation, I am of course aware that Tara’s doomed and so is her relationship with Willow, which I’m also aware of. Still, I’m going to enjoy their journey for what it is and I’ve been anticipating Willow’s queer storyline so much so even though it’s bittersweet going into this that won’t diminish them and Tara’s ch for me. I’m so ready to see how a lesbian love story is handled just at the turn of the millennium.

Dark Willow: that’s pretty much all I know, that Willow will be tempted by the darkness at some point and temporarily (?) succumb to it. At first I thought it’d just be vampire Willow from the Wishverse but I guess not now that she’s dead. So I’m guessing it will be dark witch Willow? Given how she handled Oz leaving and knowing what I know about Tara’s eventual fate, that checks out.

Buffy’s second death and hospitalization: this is sort of just a vague plot point/two plot points but I’ve seen it said that Buffy will once again die, end of s5 maybe? But given that has happened already I’m not that shook tbh, tho who knows maybe the episode itself will be more effective than Prophecy Girl. I also wonder if it will result in yet another Slayer coming into play but I’d rather they just bring my girl Faith back. Faith :( Anyway, I’m also vaguely aware that Buffy will be sent away to a mental institution (?) at one point, possibly due to people not believing her about demons and such. Or probably as some kind of conspiracy to remove her from the picture.

Faith’s redemption: not that it’s a major spoiler and I would hope for it anyway but I’m pretty sure she’ll not only be back but get a chance to make things right and rejoin the good guys. It’s painful but I’m avoiding all things Faith to get to experience her journey for myself. I’m shaking with anticipation after having had conflicted feelings about her s3 story.

Once More With Feeling: Buffy’s musical episode is iconic to the degree that I’ve been hearing so much about it the past couple of years and know it’s considered to be the OG in terms of random musical episodes. Except I’ve heard that it’s not random, it’s clever and works really well within the show so suffice to say I can’t wait. It’s in season 6, right? So a while away. The only other well-regarded specific episode I’m aware of is The Body, ep code 5x16 if I’m correct? But I’m pretty sure that’s an emotionally brutal one based on what I’ve inferred. My only guess is that Joyce dies or something similar. But then what about Dawn? Eh, idk how Dawn comes to be in general and she could just be Buffy’s half sister, or some timeline rewriting or whatever. Anyway this is pure speculation now.

I think that’s about it. The main spoiler I was aware of that had already come to pass is there being another Slayer in Kendra and then Faith. I’m sure there will be plenty of other twists and turns that I’m not expecting whatsoever and I love that. Feel free to interact with this post or me, I only ask that you please please don’t spoil anything for me that wasn’t already mentioned here.

#just a full disclosure thing and mostly a post for myself #i know basically nothing about angel the series btw except that cordy doesn't stay on forever #doyle might die? and faith will be on it #but angel thoughts is a separate post #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #PLEASE no spoilers i'm on 4x11 atm #feel free to ask for thoughts on any particular aspect of the show up to this point though #i wanna start talking more about buffy

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Can we talk about the Rosetta Stone of heavily coded love language songs written by our favourite dysfunctional trinity; AKA the founding members of the original Uncool Bermuda Triangle Of Doom: John/Yoko/Paul and “(Just Like) Starting Over”?

Of course, it’s officially a song for Yoko, John is on record as saying it’s a song for Yoko, but to my ears, it’s a musical giant placard marked FOR PAUL!! (With a red sharpie heart around ‘Paul’)

From the thematic style, the extremely loaded choice of words, John’s Elvis crooning, the reminiscent rock n’ roll melody, right down to the announcement at the end of the song for a flight leaving for ‘London, England’, oh and OF COURSE the ‘spread our wings’ line… it just seems like a basket of Easter eggs to get Pauls attention.

It’s the “our life, together is so special, together” that gets me. It’s the theme of togetherness that seems like a defining motif of the John/Paul partnership in the good times, and what they desperately plea for in the bad. I see Starting Over as literally that, going right back to the beginning, to when they were teenagers and declaring their devotion and commitment to one another before setting off on adventures: “we’re gonna leave, take the next bus out of town” in “I Don’t Know/Johnny Johnny” . It was such a passionate declaration of: wherever we’re going, whatever we’re doing, we’re doing it together” . The warm, protective, safe space that they had created, where they can escape their past and take on the world; a John/Paul cocoon, The Nerk Twins within The Beatles - the nucleus within the atom - full of love, security and magic.

When the shit hits the fan - aka the critical juncture of 1969/Let It Be - ( I’m going to call this the second act, purely so it fits in with my theory!), Paul tries nostalgia to coax John back ‘home’ to the little nest he’s feathered - Population: Two (Of Us). Obviously, that doesn’t work out…

BUT! Just over a decade later, it sounds like John is feeling sentimental and nostalgic and has made up his mind to get back on that bus. Uh, I mean, airplane!

So this is how I see (Just Like) Starting Over as the third act, and borrowing the concept that the crux of a trilogy is for the story to go right back to the beginning, but this time viewing with a fresh perspective, he says:

“Let’s take a trip somewhere far, far away

We'll be together all alone again

Like we used to in the early days “— he is ready for a renewal of their adventures, but with an assurance of how they are wiser now; ‘we have grown’.

Whatever I’ve read online has firmly fallen in the ‘It’s for Yoko’ camp - purely because it’s a love song, so of COURSE it can’t be for Paul, right? A few admit it could be for Paul , but only as an admission that John wants to reunite with The Beatles.. (which I can kind of get behind)... But no-one anywhere is discussing the audio of the studio sessions, where he riffs around during rehearsal , because if this is a song for Paul, it’s a revelation:

‘Well everybody’s making love, why can’t we be making love, it’s easy?

Just take your clothes off honey, and stick your nose in money.

Why don’t we… do it in the road?

A little hotel where we used to screw

A motel down in Montauk; just you, me, the cook and the servants too’

Whoever the person on John’s mind is, it’s evident that he wants a revival of what sounds like a pretty hot, romantic and sexual relationship. The ‘stick your nose in money’ line is… interesting. I wasn’t aware of John having a bone of contention over Yoko and finances, (did he?) but wasn’t this one of his major gripes (and often mentioned grouses) over Paul’s ‘secret’ purchase of more shares of the Northern Songs catalogue? It’s a risky move to try and woo back a lover by dredging up a decades long grievance, but that’s our nonconformist John, I guess??

The doing it in the road line is.. kind of self explanatory? As for the hotel .. it didn’t seem like John and Yoko’s courtship was necessitated by sneaking off to conduct an illicit affair - they seemed pretty prominent from Day One of getting together, but it does put me in mind of the much mentioned Paris trip for John’s 21st birthday:

‘the little hotel with the nice bed’ that Paul still talks about to this day.

Granted, the motel in Montauk is kind of home turf for J&Y so I’ll concede that , but as for the rest of it…

My sticking point was learning that this was written at the same time, in Bermuda, that John wrote ‘Grow Old With Me’ - a loving ode from a husband to his wife. So the rational argument says.. both songs were written to the same person. But you have made the astute observation that John held Yoko in one hand and Paul in the other, so is it just my bourgeois mind that struggles to see that John could be saying to Person A: I want to recommit to our marital devotion to one another, whilst simultaneously saying to Person B ‘I want a renewal of our romantic adventures’ and that’s just how he rolls?

Nb, 1980 John unhelpfully throws a spanner in the works of this theory, because his attitude in interviews seems to be: “Paul who? Never heard of the guy, don’t think much of him, whoever he is, but whatever, who cares? I certainly don’t”.

Either way, it’s heartbreaking to hear the optimism and excitement in his voice, given the timing of the song.

I would love to know your thoughts! Am I totally wrong?

Hello dear friend! ❤️

In a nutshell, I think John wrote songs in 1980 about and/or to Yoko; I also think he wrote “craft” songs about an ideal marriage or a fantasy marriage that never actually existed.

And I absolutely believe Starting Over was written for Paul :)

This guy summed up my thoughts on John & Yoko in 1980 pretty well:

“It was an art project. The marriage was an art project. And AS an art project, it was fabulously successful. It presented an image of a sexist man who acknowledged his own anger, acknowledged that he “used to be cruel to his woman,” acknowledged all of that stuff. Subsuming it, sublimating it and becoming something else: trying to maintain a relationship of equality with a strong woman. And that continues through Double Fantasy.

The facts almost don't matter. Because the image is a very, very strong one, and it would take a clearer rebuttal than we're ever going to get to destroy that image.”

I mean, the album has the word FANTASY in it, for crying out loud! If that's not a winky face emoji of an album title, I dunno what is.

John specifically said he loved the phrase for its multiple meanings including "a double couple." (x) I'm curious... WTF is a double couple??! Is it "John & Yoko" AND "John & Paul" ?? I've never heard anyone ever use that phrase before.

Here's the thing about John... I don't think he is ever 100% comfortable spewing bullshit. So while he is willing to engage in a massive PR spectacle in 1980, he also drops little truth bombs here and there. I think in 1980 John still gets mad at Paul, still gets competitive with him, still has resentments from 1966 that they never ironed out. So you'll hear those in some of his interviews. But I also think he absolutely adored Paul and wanted both Paul and the world to know it, and you can find that in interviews, as well.

I suspect trying to glean details from songs can sometimes be misleading (b/c sometimes songwriters take poetic license for the sake of the rhyme/groove/etc), but "when I see you, darling, it's like we both are falling in love again" is pretty much the most romantic thing ever. When I see you isn't a detail to me, it's clearly about someone John doesn't see much (but when he does, all the feelings come rushing back).

How in the WORLD is John going to say anything other than Starting Over is for his wife, his co-creator, the woman he's kissing on the front of the album? People will naturally just assume it anyway. But Paul will know.

Expecting him to SAY it's about Paul is beyond unrealistic. Anyone who argues that "if John didn't say it, it can't be about Paul!" is arguing that artists are incapable of writing things that are too difficult or dangerous (or just too embarrassing and tender) to discuss in public. Obviously that's not the case.

That said, the "it's for Yoko" interpretation is, of course, perfectly valid. But my read is that Starting Over makes MUCH more sense as a love letter to an "old, estranged fiance."

#reposting for a friend #:)#AKOM #Staarting O ver #1980 #lennon mccartney

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I have some... thoughts for now, and my thoughts may be seen as negative to some. Wank, if you will. So if you don’t wish to read my “salty” thoughts, which do focus on Shannon (since she’s particularly uh. relevant again because of the 6x15 promo), then please do not read any further. ....

And side note? This is my corner over here. Just like anyone else, I’m allowed to express and share my thoughts on this show, whether positive or negative. In this case, I do have some negative leaning thoughts. I’ll tag this post accordingly.

Okay, my scattered thoughts are: --> The new promo showing us when Shannon was born, has really thrown canonical ages for a loop, to put it lightly. I’ve reblogged a post about how the math ain’t mathin in many regards for 9-1-1 (for both character ages and storylines), but here we are apparently. While we knew Shannon and Eddie were young when Chris was born, the new “canon info” is it seems placing Shanon at 18-19 when she had Chris. On top of that, I believe Shannon may have been 20-21 when her mom got sick? Yes, Shannon was very young when these big events happened. I’m... kinda side eying the writers for this in the sense that, perhaps (idk for sure, I’m not the writers) the writers are trying to garner more sympathy for Shannon in general. And I’ve, uh, already witnessed this sympathy on my dash. Personally, I haven’t been a fan of Shannon since I originally watched season 2 (which was in August or September of 2021 for reference?). I can’t say I outright hate her (I don’t hate her, nor do I think she’s a villain), but I just don’t like her. Can’t say I ever will, for several reasons. At the top of the list, regardless of this new age and timeline thing, Shannon still full on abandoned her child because it was “too hard to handle.” Chris being not able bodied was too hard to handle. I don’t even have a kid, but that’s not excusable, no matter her circumstances. Do I have empathy for Shannon being a young mother and her mom being sick? Yes. But I will not let it slide that, again, Shannon full on abandoned her kid, zero contact, for something like three years. And the only reason she came back into Chris’s life was because Eddie reached out (because he had to).

(and something that has never been clear to me in the show was... in the episode where Shannon was asking for a divorce (which was the right call, but a little poorly handled on her part), i think? Shannon said something about she needed to learn how to be a mom. however, what i’m unclear on is whether Shannon was planning on leaving again to “learn how to be a mom.” idk, maybe i’m dumb for this part, but i never understood if Shannon was actually sticking around for Chris this time, or was gonna leave again for who knows how long.)

--> My other scattered-ish thought is, while I’m glad that the writers never forget or leave big events and traumas in the past, that they allow their characters to still be effected years later, however that may look, because that’s life. What I’m not sure how I feel about yet - because the episode hasn’t aired - is the fact that. Wait. Well the previous couple episodes have already shown this: it’s been something like four years since Shannon passed away. And okay, everyone deals with traumas differently and in their own time. But, idk. We’re saying that even four years later, Eddie is just now getting to the point where he’s ready to officially move on from that and he can Now date someone else? Eddie has definitely gone through Some Shit. He’s been very traumatized and repressed for sure. He’s also only recently, in the past year, properly gone to therapy, I get that. But idk idk idk, again I need to think more on this but... there’s something here that I’m not sure I agree with I guess? I’m not sure I agree that, yes, even given Who Eddie Is, it would have taken him four years to want and be okay with moving on to someone else (and that someone being Buck. come on those two have been inevitable for years).

But yeah, my main thing is, uh, even with the new timeline information, I’m still not a fan of Shannon, and I don’t have to be. EDIT: Just wanting to reiterate that there is definitely layers and nuance to Shannon’s story. She was under unbelievable stress. I do see and recognize that. I can recognize her circumstance and challenges, but still not like her. I can do both. (what I can’t do is ignore her clear abelism though)

#911 wank #911 discourse #<-- using those two tags just in case y'all don't want any part of it #anti Shannon Diaz #again I do have empathy for her. always have #but I still don't like her and it's ok that I don't #ramblings

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How would companions react to Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran?

So I just heard this song for the first time yesterday so now sounds lik a good time to answer this.

Fallout 4 Companions React to 'Bad Habits' by Ed Sheeran

Is it beach day? It's beach day. Across the picnic blanket from the mutfruit sandwiches lies a small ham radio, playing Diamond City Radio and slowly leaking out it's 'old gold' tunes. However, after a short ad from CHOICE CHOPS!, a new song starts playing. The artist is unknown to all, but the song plays.

Cait: “What the...where is this guy from? His accent makes me wanna puke. Really, who thought people from that place deserve rights or the ability to make music or a microphone? I didn’t think I liked the Ink Spots all too much but I would listen to that forever instead of hearing that ever again.”

Curie: “Zis song is very new! I do not believe that this song ‘as ever been played before on this radio station! I do so wonder how Mr. Travis obtained a new record zis long after the war, but I commend him for doing so.”

Codsworth: “Well mum, this song is certainly a ‘blast from the past’, now isn’t it? The last time I heard this song, GNN was still on the air, haha! I do so wonder if Mr. Sheeran is still alive today. Say, with ghouls and super mutants it may be possible! Ah, what a strange world we live in.”

Danse: “This song belongs to a genre of music that I certainly despise. I’ve said it before but I much prefer country and bluegrass music. It really tickles my balls makes me feel like a man. This sounds like what Proctor Taegan listens to when he breaks up with his monthly boy toy.”

Deacon: “NO WAY! I actually met this guy a couple years ago. When I traveled to England. He’s a robobrain now! Can’t sing, but he’s certainly an interesting guy. I should really talk more about England. Did you guys know that they have three-headed Brahmin over there? Yeah! They call them ‘cows’. Weird stuff.”

Hancock: “What’s this shit on the radio? If you’re gonna play something that doesn’t sound like it was recorded at the end of a tunnel, play something by my girl Magnolia. Now she can sing, without having to load the sound into a terminal and monkey with the audio. I should start my own radio station for her. It would make lots of caps.”

Gage: “I’m gonna get shit for sayin’ this, but that song was better than anything RedEye ever does. And I like RedEye! Man, it’s all stuck in my head now. Bad habits lead to this and that...”

Longfellow: “This reminds me of a song I heard once. ‘There’s no one as Irish as Barrack Obama’. I think Obama was the president before they unfroze Walt Disney’s head and elected him. Those were strange times. Anyway the song is ok, I guess.”

MacCready: “Dang, Lucy would’ve loved that song. It’s just so catchy, y’know? I’m gonna be singing that for the next ten years straight. Ooo, here’s an idea, Gage and I could record our own version! If he promised not to kill me and everything.”

Nick Valentine: “And this is why they play ‘old gold’ instead of this 21st century junk. Why couldn’t Travis have found Mambo Italiano or She Blinded Me With Science? At least that one’s relevant. This song is just so off-putting. I’m hoping he doesn’t make it a regular listen.”

Piper: “Official notice: local DJ Travis Miles plays mediocre, 4/10 song on the radio. No one’s heard this song in 200 years, yet he found it anyway. Polls show that most people don’t want to hear it again. This concludes the official notice.”

Preston: “This song is so upbeat and catchy! What an amazing song! I’m gonna make this the Minutemen’s anthem. Why can’t Travis play more of this guy? It’s so good. This song is perfect. Thank you Travis and thank you God, because only he could make something so incredible.”

Strong: “Strong could not hear the song. DJ Travis needs to make song louder. Strong thinks that Super Mutants sing better than puny humans. Strong will sing a song soon, and everyone will want to be friends with Strong.”

X6-88: “Damn it. Father’s mixtape got leaked. This is a code red, activate the silos. We gotta start humanity all over again.

#fallout #fallout 4 #mixtape #ed sheeran #companions #companions react #fallout 4 companions #paladin danse #hancock #strong #nick valentine #radi

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Tales Of A Star

Summary: A retelling of the show through Star’s eyes

Star is young teenager, daughter to one of the Queen's handmaiden and the royal stable keeper, when the long lost princess has soon to be held coronation, she comes across a magical stone. Unknowingly of how this is her destiny, she soon finds out that this gem turns her world on its head, giving her a sword, armor, and a duty she must carry: protecting the Kingdom of Corona.

Chapter 12 - Beyond Corona Walls (Part 1)

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It's been almost a week since we departed from Corona. The past week has been quite exhausting, to say the least. All thanks to Rapunzel, we were sidetracked a couple of times. I couldn’t blame her for it, she was having the time of her life. I would join too if I were in the mood. For the last couple of days, I've been trying to adjust to life on the road.

It's honestly a big shake-up from life in Corona.

“Next stop: Vardaros!” Hookfoot yelled.

“City of fun and games!” Lance also sprung up from the trapdoor on top of the roof of the caravan.

“I am so glad we brought those two along,” Cass said sarcastically. She was the driver of the caravan, sitting in the front alongside me while holding the reins.

“Ah, come on, Cass! Vardaros is an amazing city! You’re gonna have fun. Which I’m guessing is a new thing for you!” Eugene joked.

I snorted. It was kind of funny.

“Come on Pascal! It’s our first big city outside of Corona. You heard him, Cass, this is gonna be fun!” Rapunzel beamed. “Vardaros, here we come!”

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“Not that you shouldn't trust the endorsement of three lifetime criminals, Raps, but maybe you should trust me too,” Cassandra said. “I’m just making sure we don’t lose sight of what we’re doing out here.”

“I know. Believe me, Cass,” Rapunzel pulled out a torn piece of a scroll. “I feel like whatever is waiting for us at the end of this road, is only part of why we’re out here.”

She rolled up the torn scroll and put it safely in her bag.

I always wondered what the drawings on the scroll meant. There was the drawing of the sunflower that had healing powers and a drawing of the sun, but it also seemed there was something else. Perhaps we will find those missing pieces on this journey.

I began to second-guess my choice of leaving Corona. The thought enters my head every so often. Now, I’m officially a knight of Corona. I have a duty to protect the kingdom, and what’s the first thing I do as a knight? Leave, of course. Now I realize how bad my decision looks. Maybe, I should’ve stayed in Corona…

Rapunzel sensed something wasn’t right with me.

“Are you still not gonna wear your new uniform?” Rapunzel asked abruptly, breaking my train of thought.

I shook my head, “No, I just figured I wouldn’t want to draw any attention.”

“Attention?” she blinked.

“Well, yeah, I don’t want to wear something that yells Corona.”

“Pfft! The uniform doesn’t say that!”

I pulled it out from the bag next to me. I unfolded the uniform in front of her and right smack dab in the middle of it had the Corona crest embroidered on it with silver threads on the backside. “Really?”

“Okay, okay, okay, maybe I went a little crazy with the embroidery,” Rapunzel scratched her head, “but I can fix it!”

Rapunzel got up and took the uniform into the caravan.

“That’s not the real reason why you don’t want to wear it, is it?” Cass asked.

I sighed, she was right, “Yeah…”

“Why wouldn’t you want to wear it? That was a gift from the royal family and for you being knighted. Corona hasn’t had a knight in centuries, you know?”

“And I appreciate it, I really do! It’s just that…”

“Just what?”

I sighed, “It...it doesn’t feel right …Ever since the day I was knighted at the Star Knight, I’ve felt like I didn’t deserve it…”

“Didn’t deserve it? Ha,” Cassandra chuckled. “You defeated Varian.”

“But, that’s the thing, I didn’t defeat Varian, Rapunzel did…” I inhaled sharply, “He was right, I’m not a hero. I couldn’t even protect myself…I let my friends get hurt because of me...all because I was too weak.”

“Hey,” Cass elbowed me gently, “If anyone deserves to be called a hero, it’s you. What you did out there was brave of you.”

“Thanks,” I said with an emptiness in my voice. As much as Cass and other people around me say it, I don’t believe it.

We eventually stopped so the horses could rest up.

I stepped out and stretched my body. Sitting in a caravan for hours felt like an eternity.

As I stretched my legs, I thought I heard something. I looked up and just saw Cass with Fidella the horse. Okay, maybe it was nothing, I thought to myself.

Then I heard it again. This time Cassandra heard it too. We looked at each other basically telling each other we needed to find where that noise was coming from.

We looked around the area. Cass looked at the caravan and went to the small wooden door that led to the supply compartment. She clicked her tongue and gestured to the door. We got closer and Cass put her finger over her lips, indicating to stay silent.

With one swift movement, she yanked the door open and something fell out.

We yelled and everyone came out wondering what happened, but upon looking at what fell out the fear quickly disappeared and was replaced with a uniform feeling of irritation.

Inside the caravan compartment was Shorty. From what we managed to extract from his story, he must’ve climbed in there when no one was looking because of all the food that was stored there, which he ate all of. So we now don’t have any supplies left.

Eugene suggested he should go into town to get more supplies, but then Rapunzel wanted to volunteer too. I think something was in the air because they were bickering, I guess, about who should head into town, it seemed like they might’ve been talking about something else…

Cass eventually has enough. She put her foot down. “Guys, I can’t take it anymore! Enough! No one is going for a walk! Let’s just take the caravan to town! Together!”

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We weren’t too far from the city. When we got out, however, it was different from what Lance and Eugene had told us.

“Vardaros, here we co–oh uh!” Lance said excitedly until he saw the city. “Eww.”

It was comparable to a barren wasteland. The once vivid city had been reduced to only a mere shadow of what it was. Broken down buildings, hardly any people there. Heck, I think I saw a tumbleweed pass by.

“Wow, guys you were right!” Cassandra said ironically. “This is great! What do you wanna do first? Get matching face tattoos? Or see if we can get a deal on a rusty hatchet? Oh, I know! Let’s see who can catch the plague first!”

“I don’t understand. What happened?” Eugene scratched his head.

“Come on guys. Maybe it’s not exactly how you remembered it. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a fun-loving city!” Rapunzel was optimistic as always. She approached a teen girl with dark braided hair. “Hello, there. We are new in town. My name’s—”

“Get lost,” she responded abrasively.

Okay, wow, rude.

“Maybe you should hold off on the introductions. Something tells me if word got out that actual royalty was in town we could be in trouble.” Cass warns her.

Eugene butted in. “You know I hate saying this but she’s right. Let’s keep a lower profile, princess. We’ll get the supplies, you guys get the caravan back up to camp. The last thing you need is for someone to recognize you.”

Rapunzel looked like she wanted to argue back but didn’t. She went back to the caravan.

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I decided to stay with the princess and Cassandra back at the campsite. I wasn’t really interested in staying back in Vardaros, from the looks of it, it didn’t have much to offer.

Rapunzel sat at the edge of the caravan painting in her journal. Cass leaned on the caravan as she sharpened her sword with a rock that she found on the way here. I tried to make myself look busy but I just swung my legs in the air, sitting at the other edge of the caravan.

I fibbed. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do. I could write a letter to my family, but it’s only been a week and nothing big has happened. If the rest of the trip was going to be like this then I guess my letters wouldn’t be too fun to read about.

Reading! Of course! Ugh, how could I forget that I brought books with me on this journey—

“He asked you to marry him again, huh?” Cassandra’s voice interrupted my train of thought.

Rapunzel, startled, closed her journal.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘marry you’ again? ” I squeaked out. “When was the first time?”

“Remember the coronation ceremony?”

“Oh, yeah! I almost forgot! My mom told me about that.”

Cass turns her attention back to Rapunzel and scoffs. “Come on! I know you guys well enough by now!”

“I-I guess he maybe asked me…” Rapunzel’s voice sounded unsure, which didn’t happen often. Usually, she was very sure of herself.

“Well, what did you maybe say?”

“I didn’t say anything. And I’m not sure why,” Rapunzel sighed.

We heard someone clear their throat before cutting in saying, “Oh, I can tell you why.”

That voice didn’t sound like anyone we knew. We looked behind the caravan and a woman was leaning back against the caravan, eating an apple. She was quite tall. She had white hair. Half of her face was painted red. Her clothes were interesting…they sort of resembled the clothes of the women of Ingvarr. I wonder if she is from Ingvarr, she seems like one of the warrior ladies from Ingvarr.

”You got bigger things lying ahead of you,” she said as she took a bite from her apple. “Greetings.”

“I’m sorry. Who are you exactly?” Rapunzel asked.

“Oh, right, sorry! Princess Rapunzel, my name is Adira.”

“And what do you want, Adira?” Cass abrasively. She became more protective of Rapunzel.

“A word with Rapunzel alone. If you don't mind.”

Adira approaches Rapunzel, however, Cass immediately stops her by putting her hand on her shoulder. “Not gonna happen.”

“Just a second, Cass,” Rapunzel says. “Let’s hear her out.”

“Okay, I gotta be honest. I know we just met but, uh, I’m not a big fan of people touching me,” Adira looked down at Cassandra’s hand on her shoulder.

“And I’m not a fan of people who lurk in the shadows,” Cass replied.

I sensed that this was escalating too quickly.

“Okay, last chance to do this the nice way,” Adira grabs Cassandra’s arm by her wrist.

“And where’s the fun in that?” Cass smiled.

“Cass, no! Wait.” Rapunzel yelled, trying to stop them from going further, but it was too late. Adira grabs her arm and spins Cass around and launches her several feet from her.

“Hey, I don’t know who you are,” Rapunzel yelled. “But you do not get to do that to my best friend!” Then, she charged toward her with a pan.

“Alright then.”

It didn't take too long for her to disable Rapunzel. She ended up wrapped up in her hair.

Then, there was me.

I hate how I sensed it was my turn to fight. I felt my heart race at the thought of fighting Adira. She is probably triple my size.

My necklace sensed how nervous I was and glowed. In a millisecond, I was in my full armor and sword in hand.

“Hm, that’s strange. Never seen that before,” she said in response to my transformation, which is pretty nonchalant compared to the other reactions in my experience.

I gripped the sword’s end, er…whatever it is called, tighter. I got into a stance (not even sure if it is correct). There, I realized that the last time I transformed into my armor was back in, well, Old Corona.

“Oh, please, I’m not going to fight a child,” Adira said.

“What! I’m not a child!” I protested. “I’m going to be sixteen!” I gripped my sword with both hands and pointed toward her.

“She can’t even hold a sword properly!” Adira criticized my swordsmanship.

I lunged and, of course, she dodged it.

All three of us were trying to get a hit off her but no one was even close to even scratching her. Three people!

“You guys aren’t even trying,” Adira said. Rapunzel threw her pan at Adira but she caught it in mid-air. “Oh, wait, you are,” she said unamusingly.

“That’s it!” Cassandra jumps up and slashes toward Adira, but, what seemed on instinct, she turns, avoiding her sword. Her hands clasped behind her back. With her leg and her hands still clasped, she managed to knock Cassandra’s sword from her hands and knock Cass off her feet.

She smiled at her and gave Cass her hand.

“Enough!” Rapunzel wraps her hair around Adira’s hand.

“Yeah, see. I thought we covered this.” Adira grabs her sword from her back. “I don’t like being touched!”

She lashed down her sword at Rapunzel’s hair, but it only tugged from the force. The hair was uncut.

“It didn’t cut?” Adira was shocked.

“It didn’t break?” Rapunzel was equally surprised at Adira’s sword. “It must be made of—”

“Princess! Cass!” We heard a panicked voice from a distance.

It was Hookfoot, coming out of breath.

“Are you ok?” Rapunzel asked.

“I see you have your hands full.” Adira let go of her hair. “I’ll seek you later.” With that, she left.

Rapunzel turns her attention back to Hookfoot.

“I fought as hard as I could and barely got out alive,” he said out of breath.

“Wait, wait, fight? Fought who?” Rapunzel began to worry. “Where’s Eugene?”

“I’m so sorry…they took him.”

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