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a-book-of-creatures · 5 months

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And since I just reposted something about Animorphs, here's more required reading - K. A. Applegate's letter to the fans after the series ended. Removing spoilers just in case because you need to go out there and read every one of the 60 or so books.

Dear Animorphs Readers: Quite a number of people seem to be annoyed by the final chapter in the Animorphs story. There are a lot of complaints that [spoilers]. That there was no grand, final fight-to-end-all-fights. That there was no happy celebration. And everyone is mad about the cliffhanger ending. So I thought I'd respond. Animorphs was always a war story. Wars don't end happily. Not ever. Often relationships that were central during war, dissolve during peace. Some people who were brave and fearless in war are unable to handle peace, feel disconnected and confused. Other times people in war make the move to peace very easily. Always people die in wars. And always people are left shattered by the loss of loved ones. That's what happens, so that's what I wrote. [spoilers] That doesn't by any means cover everything that happens in a war, but it's a start. Here's what doesn't happen in war: there are no wondrous, climactic battles that leave the good guys standing tall and the bad guys lying in the dirt. Life isn't a World Wrestling Federation Smackdown. Even the people who win a war, who survive and come out the other side with the conviction that they have done something brave and necessary, don't do a lot of celebrating. There's very little chanting of 'we're number one' among people who've personally experienced war. I'm just a writer, and my main goal was always to entertain. But I've never let Animorphs turn into just another painless video game version of war, and I wasn't going to do it at the end. I've spent 60 books telling a strange, fanciful war story, sometimes very seriously, sometimes more tongue-in-cheek. I've written a lot of action and a lot of humor and a lot of sheer nonsense. But I have also, again and again, challenged readers to think about what they were reading. To think about the right and wrong, not just the who-beat-who. And to tell you the truth I'm a little shocked that so many readers seemed to believe I'd wrap it all up with a lot of high-fiving and backslapping. Wars very often end, sad to say, just as ours did: with a nearly seamless transition to another war. So, you don't like the way our little fictional war came out? You don't like [spoilers]? You don't like that one war simply led to another? Fine. Pretty soon you'll all be of voting age, and of draft age. So when someone proposes a war, remember that even the most necessary wars, even the rare wars where the lines of good and evil are clear and clean, end with a lot of people dead, a lot of people crippled, and a lot of orphans, widows and grieving parents. If you're mad at me because that's what you have to take away from Animorphs, too bad. I couldn't have written it any other way and remained true to the respect I have always felt for Animorphs readers. K.A. Applegate

#animorphs #k a applegate #she was so real for this

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cheriladycl01 · 2 months

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Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P6

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid.

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

Of course your time in South Korea with Charles had to come to an end eventually, you guys had made the most of the sight-seeing and even managed to meet up with Carlos and Lando before all heading to Japan, you guys went straight to the track on Thursday for media duties.

Throughout the weekend it seemed you were the only one actively looking out for Charles, when you were walking through the paddock with your PR manager, you weren't listening to her. Your eyes tracked every individual person around you, trying to get a glimpse of the one face you wanted to see.

However, whenever you did spot Charles, he was never looking at you. He's be talking to a mechanic, or Joris, or Fred, or fans, or the latest celebrity in the paddock, but he never glanced over at you.

The first time you'd spotted him, you'd shouted his name and ran over to him with a big grin on your face. You didn't know who it was that he was with, but when you went to pull him in for a hug, he almost felt like he just leaned into the side not really paying much attention.

You then felt embarred at how you'd childishly run up to him, you knew that was an issue for you, for the first time in years the Grid was aging rather than putting their trust in rookies. Charles was now 28, you were 22 so there were obvious differences in how you both acted but you didn't think it would affect it this much!

FP1 was shocking, the car had no grip on the Japanese race track and you were all over the shop. But it wasn't just the car's fault. Mentally you were else where, cringing at the thought of what Charles possibly said to the people around him once you'd left.

FP2 wasn't any better, coming in 18th fastest on the grid. Everyone was frustrated, they couldn't work out what was wrong. You were frustrated with yourself and the team were frustrated that they couldn't work out what was wrong with you.

FP3, again wasn't much better, it got to the point where you were forced to go to the medical tent because you weren't being yourself at all.

You sat there while the doctor did his tests, everyone thought it would be a wrist or shoulder twist that was messing you up, but you told them you were fine. Of course the German team refused to not give the best to their young driver, so one of the mechanics and social media team sat with you waiting.

"Well, you seem fine physically. Blood pressures normal, you've not reported any strains or pains, anything going on up here?" he asks tapping the side of your head lightly.

"I'm fine, just an off weekend." you mumble, not only were you annoyed that your lack of confidence in yourself was giving you a lack of confidence of your driving and decision making.

"Give me 5 minutes!" he says leaving the room, he comes trotting back in with another man, who looks to be more casually than the doctor.

"Hello!" you smile quietly at the young man, a similar age to you, maybe slightly older.

"Hi Y/N, Dr Martin tells me that maybe you'll benefit from me" he smiles taking a seat in the chair opposite the one you were in.

"Hmmm?" you ask confused.

"I'm a specialized sport athlete related therapist. I think you are going through a down week, and I want to help you. Free, and off the books for this convo, then we can talk about potentially any needed in future sessions" he offers.

Talking to him about everything was actually really relieving, you were able to confide in him in a judgement free zone. Of course Charles ignoring you was the tip of the iceberg, but there had been underlying issues since you'd been announced as coming into F1.

You left the session with a clear mind, using the pointers he gave you when you left the room to get back to the Audi garage and to start Qualifying.

"Hey, I heard you went to the medical tent, everything okay?" Alex asks with Lily by his side.

"Erm yeah, nothing's wrong. Ready to race!" you grin at him, before pulling your race suit up and tightening it. You had your social media manager do your hair in a low plait before pulling your balaclava over the top, you were hopeless when it came to your hair under your helmet.

You walk out to where you car is pulling you helmet on it was a nice and new special one for Japan, decorated pretty and pink with cherry blossom which you new everyone would go crazy for.

Qualifying was crazy, you managed to get through Q1 coming in P5, which shocked everyone. You were driving like a completely different person than you were for the last two days. Q2 and you came P1, you flew round the lap, you and the car flying round the corners and pushing hard along the straights. Q3 and you placed P2, not a pole but there you were front row on the grid next to Lando Norris in P1 and Yuki Tsunoda in P3.

If you got a good start tomorrow, maybe just maybe you could take your first win.

Everyone congratulated you on a phenomenal drive, starting on the front row tomorrow while defending from Yuki and Charles behind you. Most of the interviews people could tell you'd been breathing a different air since you came out of the medical tent.

Two unidentified team principles put in a complaint asking for a drug swab on you as your change in driving was almost instantaneous making the FIA launch an investigation into you and Audi over the weekend.

"What happened in the medical tent Y/N, we need to know to let the FIA know..." your manager says on the Sunday, you'd had a good night sleep only to wake up to all the allegations and the investigation into Audi.

"I, I just met with the therapist, the reason I wasn't driving the best was because I've been struggling with the pressures that come with being an F1 driver, it's very different than F2. I didn't know it was illegal to ask for help..." you sass, not wanting to hear anything more before going out to do the track walk. You remain silent, thinking about everything going on, when you walked past other teams you heard the whispers, and the rumors coming from them.

"Y/N is it true?" you hear from your left as your walking back to the Audi hospitality to get lunch before the race starts.

"Sorry?" you twist turning around to see Charles and Carlos stood on the steps of the Ferrari motorhome.

"That's you've been using performance boosting drugs?" Charles frowns crossing his arms in a disappointed kind of way.

"You've got to be shitting me right now. Sorry I have to get to the Audi garage, I don't have time for this" you say turning away and walking off, but an arm reaches out and grabs yours.

"Tell us" Charles says.

"Let go of me Charles, it'd fine if you want to go round believing stupid rumors but i thought after the weekend in Korea you'd know the kind of person I am" you raise your voice. You rip your hand away before going back to Audi. You storm into your drivers room, trying to hold back the tears until they just fall out. You sit down on the edge of the sofa in there, turned away from the door.

"Y/N time to get in the car" a voice calls out knocking on your door. You primitively pull your helmet on, so no one can see the tear stained cheeks and your watery eyes.

"The FIA have come to a conclusion about your case, we just heard but it wont come until after the race" you engineer says pulling you to one side away from everyone else.

"That's a good thing, they are still letting you race. Which means they've taken on board your toxicology report and see you are clean, they've also got statements from everyone involved and Andrea is asking for a formal apology to you" he explains, you just nod, getting into the car and taking the wheel from him.

The race was, well. You crashed out actually going into turn 11. You were defending from Lando and Max who had made his way up the grid when they both tried to over take you either side. They pinched you in on the tight turn neither of them giving you room to move, and your wheels got destroyed. You were sent flipping over crashing into Lewis's front wing on the way. The race was red flagged, giving Lewis a change to fix his front wing and any damage that occurred to Lando and Max's car.

With the DNF, you were rushed straight to the medical tent to be checked out. After the rest of the day was a blur, the FIA confirmed a 10 second stop go penalty for both Lando and Max, as it was a very dangerous crash that caused you injuries and the car significant damage.

Your PR manager came with you for media duties as you were a little, spacey from the pain medication they'd given you and you weren't 100% capable of understanding things.

"So Y/N, it's been an interesting race today lets look at the finish board" he says handing you the clipboard knowing you probably wouldn't remember the lay out.

P1 - Yuki Tsunoda in Alpha Tauri

P2 - Charles Leclerc in Ferrari

P3 - Oscar Piastri in Mclaren

P4 - Alex Albon in Audi

P5 - Max Verstappen in RedBull

P6 - Lando Norris in Mclaren

P7 - Liam Lawson in Alpine

P8 - George Russell in Mercedes

P9 - Logan Sargeant in Williams

P10 - Lewis Hamilton in Mercedes

P11 - Carlos Sainz in Ferrari

P12 - Zhou Guanyu in Williams

P13 - Daniel Ricciardo in Alpha Tauri

P14 - Kevin Magnussen in Haas

P15 - Fernando Alonso in Aston Martin

DNF- Y/N in Audi

DNF - Lance Stroll in Aston Martin

DNF- Pierre Gasly in Alpine

DNF - Valtteri Bottas in Haas

DNF - Sergio Perez in RedBull

"Yeah it was, imagine driving 47 laps of a 53 lap race in 3rd, 2nd and 1st to crash out" you try to joke but it comes across blunt. Your PR manager explains your not angry just disappointed.

"Yeah, it was a spectacular race from you Y/N and I assume your happy with the statement the FIA released about you?" he asks and you look to your manager in confusion.

"I've been in the hospital all this time, I haven't been told anything" you admit, looking confused.

"They cleared the allegations, and explained the real reasoning why you were in that tent, and that your toxicology results came back clear. How did it feel to be accused?" he asks, pushing the mic closer making you flinch back a little.

"If I'm being honest ... this weekend has been the shittiest weekend of my life and I'm just glad its over. I'm going home and I'll see you all in Australia" you mumble, but the interviewer wasn't done.

"Just one last question Y/N did your team-mates and other colleagues fight against what their teams brought forward or were they in on these false allegations?"

"Considering my name has come out of everyone and their sons mouth this weekend its safe to say I know who is fake as fuck" you frown. You walk off like a boss, sticking your middle finger up when he goes to ask you another question.

"Okay, home time! You are most definitely not of sound mind to be doing this" she frowns pulling you away.

Alex had been there for you through the whole weekend even when 'evidence' to help the allegations came forward. Same with Lando and Daniel, but the people who really shocked you Like Charles, Carlos, Lewis, Sergio and Max who all had something to say were the ones that hurt the most.

"Australia's in two weeks. Come back with a completely new mindset yeah?" your PR admits rubbing your shoulders before sending you on your way.

You make one last phone call before you get into your Audi to drive to the hotel.

"Hey Chris, about those therapy sessions... how do i start paying for them?"

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mvskedxrtist · 4 months

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I-I'm your Good Demon!

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Brat Taming, Humiliation Kink, Praise, Degration, Overstimulation, Thigh Riding

Nᴏᴛᴇ: First post of the year!! We've made it to 2024 and I promise this year will be full of smut and much more fandoms. So I think to celebrate the new year, let's go with a big bang!

AFAB!Reader x Mammon - I-I'm your Good Demon!

Now, was Mammon regretting his words from earlier? A bit but he couldn't really think much. But what happened for that to be his thought process? Well let's see:

You had been dating Mammon after he helped you get a pact with Leviathan, appreciating all the help and him even stepping in to protect you when his younger brother tried to attack you. And in return of that, you gave him love and attention that he always wanted.

He was always a good boy, while yes being greedy and spending his money, he made time for you and would always try to be the best that he can for your praise. Well most of the time he was like this. In some situations like now, Mammon was an absolute brat. Always acting like he was bigger than you and try to fool people that he's the one in charge in the relationship when the both of you know, it's you.

And that's what he was doing the entire day at RAD. Of course at RAD, Mammon doesn't want those lower demons to be teasing him about how weak he is to be falling for a human an he kept talking on and on about how he's not. "The human is weak, I have no idea what you idiots are talking about. I only stick with her because she begs me to do so." Now, of course at the same time, you we're walking with Beelzebub when you noticed your boyfriend and heard his words. You were pissed, of course you were! What did he mean that you beg him to stick with you.

"Ahem." You fake coughed and glared at the other demons and Mammon. When the Avatar of Greed heard your voice and turned around, he knew he was fucked when they were home.

It was late at night when Mammon had gotten a text from you, telling you to come into your room. He was a bit excited but also confused. Did he get away scot free from his words? He didn't know. You left him by himself once you went back to the House of Lamentation. You were sticking in your room and if you did went out, you didn't speak to him. That entire afternoon, Mammon was getting annoyed from being annoyed and tried to get your attention but nothing. So he left you alone, until now.

The demon had walked towards your room and opened the door when his eyes widened from seeing you naked and laying on your bed waiting for him. "H-human!! What in Diavolo are you doing!? What if it wasn't me who opened the door and saw your body?" He screamed a bit but closed the door and locked it so no one could come in. "Oh I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be so delicate about being naked in my own room." You told him with a neutral tone and rolled your eyes before pinning him onto the bed, ripping his clothes off him except his boxers and sitting on top of his thigh.

"So, I beg for you to always follow me, huh?" You asked him with a sinister smirk while his purple eyes looked at you in shock and worry. "I-I didn't mean it like that, babe. You know how I am with my reputation." "Yeah I know... That doesn't mean you get away with that~ so right now you're going to stay put and watch. No touching me at all. And if I do feel a touch.. Then it's punishment time~" You gave him a sinister smirk as you slowly started to grind on his thigh, moaning softly while Mammon watched you in all of your glory.

Mammon was excited to see what he might get as a prize since he wouldn't touch you but in his own thoughts, he didn't seem to realize only five minutes after you had told him and started grinding on him did he press his leg against you more. He had snapped out of his thoughts when he felt you kissing his neck. "Finally, baby.." You whispered in his ear and he looked down to see his leg touching you, nervous for his punishment. "S-sorry Mommy.."

You adored what he called you. Mommy. He had done it unintentionally when you lost your first time together and it just stuck in private. "...I don't think you are slut~" You told him and smirked while sliding yourself down on his cock, moans coming from the both of you.

Mammon just watched you ride his cock endlessly, whimpers and whines coming from the Avatar of Greed. You were kissing his neck while riding him, feeling him stretch you out while he already looked like a fucked out slut.

You slapped his chest which made him moan even louder, his dazed eyes focusing on you once again while you bounced up and down his cock, grunts coming from you. "Keep your eyes on me brat~ I'm letting this get off easily for you~" You whispered in his ear while he whimpered and started throbbing inside of you. "I-I'm sorry Mommy! I'll try to be a good boy~" "I know you will baby~" You kept riding his cock harder for the next half hour until Mammon tapped your thigh and started begging.

"M-mommy~ c-can I please cum?~ I promise I'll be a good demon!" "Aww.. You're begging.. Just like you told those demons that I did~ honestly you're such a slut for thinking that you got away from this situation~ you wouldn't want people seeing you like this, now would you?" When you looked down at him and saw him blushing furiously while looking down at his sides, you got your answer right away.

"You fucking would!! You're such a damn brat and a hypocrite! You'd get off on those lower demons watching you get fucked by a human like me huh? Maybe I should just fuck you in front of them next time you say something like that~" You smirked and slapped his chest as he moaned and whimpered. "You want to be a slut so badly for me~ cum." You whispered in his ear and Mammon took it as a go ahead and stopped thrusting to cum inside of you.

"T-thank you Mommy~" He whispered softly and smiled at you while you smiled and started riding him once again. Mammon looked surprised and started moaning louder, covering his face a bit in embarrassment from his own whorish moans. "I-I thought we were done!~" He whined and knew he wasn't allowed to touch you so he just kept watching you ride his cock so easily.

"No we aren't~ why would my good demon be finished so quickly? Unless you aren't my good demon?" "N-no I am! The great Mammon is always your good demon!" "Then take it, baby boy~"

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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Unwanted Attention

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

The boys have brought you along for a party at the NYPD headquarters, where a police woman finds your crush, Leonardo, very interesting. Leo on the other hand is not interested and turns to you for help.

Warnings: Spelling and an annoying police woman that doesn't understand no.

All characters are at least 21.

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The atmosphere at the NYPD headquarters was vibrant, filled with laughter and cheers. Drinks were served along with snacks, and a table where everyone was free to serve themself. It was police chief Vincent’s idea, as a way to celebrate the new partnership between the NYPD and the mutant turtles. It also served as a way to celebrate the defeat of Kraang, and to let the rest of the department meet the four turtle brothers that had saved New York City once again.

The brothers, not sure what to do with so many humans around them, had invited you, April, Caesy and Vern. They insisted that the four of you had as much to do with the saving of New York City, yet they failed to remember that it was them that came up with a plan and guided everybody through it.

Yet there you were at the NYPD headquarters, with a drink in hand chatting and laughing with the people around you. Raphael was having a conversation with Caesy about motorbikes, Donatello, April and police chief Vincent was talking about something techy, while Vern and Michelangelo was trying to see who could drink their drinks the fastest. You had been standing with Leonardo and a policeman, talking about your experiences during the Kraang invasion.

As the three of you spoke, you couldn’t help but throw glances in Leo’s direction. You had known him for two years now, and you couldn’t deny your growing feelings for the leader in blue. Especially not after the ordeal that was the Kraang invasion. There was just something about him that drew you in - his confidence, his leadership, his unwavering dedication. And his eyes. Those pretty blue eyes that made your stomach tingle. But little did you know that Leonardo harbored feelings for you as well, just as you secretly held a crush on him. He had been aware of these growing feelings ever since April pulled you to the roof where they had asked her to meet them so they could bring her to Master Splinter.

As the night unfolded, Leonardo found himself trying to enjoy the celebration, but he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. And it wasn’t your beautiful eyes looking at him every once in a while. No, it was some new strange eyes on him. Unknown eyes. Glancing around, his eyes met those of a police woman, her gaze intense and determined. Curiosity piqued, she made her way through the crowd until she stood beside him, right next to the police man. You saw her as she came over, a nauseating feeling growing in your stomach. You did not like the way she looked at Leonardo.

"Leonardo, right?" she asked with a coy smile, her voice carrying a subtle flirtation.

Leo nodded, a bit caught off guard, slightly fidgeting with the glass in his hand. "Yeah, that's me. Can I help you with something?"

The police woman leaned in slightly, her eyes locking onto his. Leo leaned away, clearly not expecting it. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. A fearless leader, I presume?"

Leonardo chuckled nervously, his eyes darting around the room. "I don't know about fearless, heh. We just do what we can to keep the city safe".

She playfully twirled a strand of hair with a smug smile. You wanted to yank her hair to whip that smile off of her face. "Well, a brave man deserves a reward. How about another drink, or maybe a dance, Leonardo?"

Leo hesitated, glancing around as he searched for a polite way to decline. You could see the “nope” written across his face. "I- I appreciate the offer, but I'm here with my brothers and my best friends… Maybe some other time?"

She didn't seem deterred, stepping closer. You were getting mildly shocked. Wasn’r she supposed to be a police officer? "Come on, Leo. We're here to celebrate. Loosen up a little".

Leo felt the awkward tension, realizing he needed a way out of this encounter. That's when he remembered you stood by his side. He turned to you, catching your eye briefly.

"(Y/N)... Babe?", Leonardo said, trying to keep his tone casual as he turned to his friend, noticing your surprised look at the sudden nickname. "We have plans later tonight, don’t we?"

You stared at him for a second, heart skipping a beat when you suddenly realized what was happening. The urgency in his eyes and the way she started to look at you in confusion. The police man the two of you had been talking to looked even more confused by the sudden change in your demeanor. "Yeah, we agreed not to go home too late, since we have that thing with your dad tomorrow".

“I knew there was something”, Leonardo said, acting relieved, before placing a hand on your back, making your knees go a little weak. “Thank you for reminding me, babe. I don’t know what I would do without you”. That’s when Leo pulled you close and placed a kiss on your forehead. You could feel your knees buckle and your head spin as he turned to the woman, and told her he couldn’t go out for a drink or a dance.

That was when she finally took the hint and left, you and Leo watching to make sure she wouldn’t be back. Once she was gone for good, you and Leo let out a sigh of relief, turning back to continue your conversation with the police officer, only to realize he had left, leaving the two of you alone.

You turned to Leonardo with a teasing smile, and smacked him gently on his strong bicep. "You know, you owe me for saving you back there".

Leo chuckled, rubbing his arm as if you had actually hurt him. "I owe you big time, (Y/N). Thanks for being my fake girlfriend".

Your heart warmed and broke at the same time. The word “girlfriend” brought you happiness, but the word “fake” tore it apart. Yet you had thought that was it. That Leo would take a step back and leave you alone. But he didn’t. The rest of the night Leo stayed close to your side, placing a hand on or around you every once in a while. You thought it was because he caught a glance of the police woman or something, and therefore you didn’t think much more about it.

As the night continued one, the two of you found a quieter spot away from the crowd. It was down one of the hallways from the big area the main body of the part was held in. Here the light was dim, with an empty couch with space for the two of you. You took a seat, laughing at a really bad joke Leo had told you. It was nothing new. Every once in a while Leo would make you laugh with his dry humor, to the point where you would be in tears.

“You can’t say stuff like that Leo”, you laughed, drawing away the tears that had formed in your eyes. “We’re surrounded by police”.

Leonardo smiled as you laughed, feeling his heart beat a little faster. He looked into your eyes with a warmth that went beyond their charade. It was a look that made your laughter quite down, feeling excitement and nervousness grow in your stomach. Leo’s eyes just had this power over you, that you couldn’t explain.

"I have something to confess," Leo began, his tone serious yet sincere, causing your breath to hitch for a moment. Leo fidgeted with his hands, looking at them instead of your eyes now. "(Y/N), I... It’s really not easy to say, but I think it’s about time. I… I've had feelings for you for quite a long time now. I just didn't know how to tell you, at least until now". Leo swallowed a lump, still not looking you in your eyes. “When you played my fake girlfriend I realized… how badly I really want to. I mean, how badly I want you to be my real girlfriend. I know it’s strange, but I just couldn’t do this without telling you”.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and a blush crept onto your cheeks as you felt your smile growing big and bright. "Really?”. The happiness in your voice made Leo look up at you. “Because I've kinda had a crush on you too for some time now".

Leonardo smiled, a mix of relief and happiness crossing his face. He breathed out a sigh of relief, his head working to find a way to answer you. "Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one".

You both chuckled, unsure of what to say or do. You cursed yourself for being so awkward, and Leo yelled at himself for being so nervous around you, even after he had fought an alien from another dimension.

Then Leo finally asked. “(Y/N)? Can I kiss you?”

You could only imagine how you looked when you heard his question. “Of course you can Leo”.

The kiss that followed was soft and unsure, yet with a passionate undertone. Leo held you close with a soft hand on your face, as if he was scared he would break you by accident. But once you placed your arms behind his neck and leaned further into him, the kiss ever so slowly turned more and more passionate. Leo’s hands moving from your face to your back, pulling you closer to him.

Who would have thought that some unwanted attention from a flirty police officer, was the push the two of you needed?

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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year

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you're mine

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: smut (this is filth tbh), language, fluff

summary: reader gets jealous when she sees Mason flirting with someone so she shows him who he belongs to

a/n: Oh my godddd I'm so scared about this one but the idea of sub mason is just 😵. This is the first smut I've written and it's honestly just filth. I think i got a bit carried away as its long but oh well. I also actually requested this to different writers but I decided to write it myself too just cause I got obsessed with the idea 🫣

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You knew it wasn't the greatest idea, but you still agreed to go to a club with Mason to celebrate Ben's birthday. You knew fans approaching him, drooling over him and practically attempting to make him fuck them then and there was inevitable, but you couldn't help the tinge of jealously that flooded your senses everytime you witnessed it happen. And that jealously was taking over you right now. Mason had gone over to the bar to get another drink, and just as you'd expected, a girl with the tightest and shortest dress you'd ever seen sauntered over to him, pushing her chest out as she ran her hand up his arm. She was in hysterics and, as funny as he was, nothing Mason had ever said could possibly be that funny. You couldn't tear your gaze away, especially not from Mason who seemed to entertaining her.

You were snapped out of your trance when Ben tapped your shoulder. He saw your gaze from the table opposite yours that he was sat on, and he knew exactly what you were thinking and why you were annoyed.

"If looks could kill they'd have both dropped dead at that bar a while ago" He laughed as you briefly turned your head to look at him before returning your gaze to your boyfriend and the girl that couldn't keep her hands off him. "Nothing he can say is that funny. And people know he has a girlfriend, she's looked at me multiple times so she clearly knows who I am. Bitch." Ben simply chuckled. "Look, remember he's going home with you. He's absolutely whipped for you and you only." "Yeah he looks it." You rolled your eyes as you saw him place a hand on her back before walking towards you, smiling as if absolutely nothing happened. "I'm off, I'll let you two deal with this on your own." He walked off quickly, leaving you and a very confused Mason stood in a quiet corner of the bar.

You could still see the girl watching Mason, smirking at him. "What's wrong baby?" He asked and you rolled your eyes. "Don't fucking baby me. What's wrong is that slag that was throwing herself at you, and instead of telling her to fuck off and that your girlfriend was over there, you entertained her." Shock washed over his face, mainly shock at the way you were speaking. But you'd had a drink and you were not going to tolerate the disrespect, not tonight. "What?" "Oh please she was practically begging you to bend her over the bar and fuck her." His eyes widened at your tone and how vulgar it was. "y/n" He said softly, but you weren't having any of it. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the exit, your nails digging into his arm but frankly you couldn't care less. Anger and possessiveness had completely clouded your senses and you were going go show Mason who he belonged to. The moment you were outside you pushed him against as wall, holding the back of his neck you kissed him aggressively, taking the air out of both of your lungs. On his part, Mason found your behaviour extremely attractive and he felt his jeans begin to get tight. He knew you had a jealous streak when it came to him, but it was never this extreme. You pulled away, both heavily panting. You moved your head towards his ear, "you're mine Mason, and I think you need to be reminded of that." You whispered, and you swore you heard Mason let out a faint whimper at the threat. You both stood outside waiting for a taxi, you attacking his neck which didn't help his situation at all. The bulge in his jeans was too obvious to hide, and all he could to was hope he got home soon.

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The moment you got home you pressed him up against the front door and kissed him hard. Mason didn't have a clue where this was going, and he wasn't sure if the feeling in his stomach was butterflies or anxiety but whatever it was he loved it."Go upstairs. Take off everything except for your boxers and wait on the bed. If you touch yourself I won't even sleep in the same room as you let alone fuck you. Understand?" Mason's mouth dropped wide open and he could only nod as he practically ran up the stairs.

You weren't sure what to do while you waited by yourself, but you wanted to tease him to the point it could be considered torture, just like he did to you. And it was as if a light bulb went off in your head as you figured out exactly how you were going to do that.

You made your way up the stairs, and to your surprise it seemed like Mason had perfectly followed your instructions. "Did you touch yourself?" Mason vigorously shook his head, but that wasn't enough for you. "I can't hear you baby. I asked you a question. Did you touch yourself while you were waiting for me?" The blush that covered his face was unlike anything you'd ever seen before, and you swore you'd never seen him so hard in his Calvin's before. "No. No I didn't." He whispered. You could tell he was embarrassed, while he wasn't normally super aggressive with it, he was generally the dominant one and he'd never been this vulnerable with anyone like this and you hadn't even started. "Good boy" You unzipped your dress, leaving you in nothing but a lacy thong as the dress had an open back, meaning you couldn't wear a bra. You felt nervous yourself, you weren't sure how Mason was going to react and you were scared of making yourself look stupid but judging by the groan he let out at the sight of your bare chest you were doing something right.

You took a deep breath before sitting on a chair that faced the bed. He shot you a confused look "baby what are you doi-" "I don't remember telling you you could speak, do you? You've pissed me off tonight, so I'm getting my own back." You ran your hand briefly over your boobs and down your stomach before sliding it into your underwear. You dipped down to gather some of your wetness onto your finger before circling your clit. You moaned out Mason's name and you could tell this was absolute hell on earth for him. "Please baby. Please let me touch you. Or myself. Or please you touch me I just need something" He whimpered, grinding against thin air. You let out a louder moan as you slid a finger inside yourself, and you saw the frustration that took over Mason's face. You watched as he began to stand up, but you interrupted him. "Uh uh Mount. I'm the one in charge tonight not you. Lie back down or I'll tie you down to that bed and make myself cum over your face before leaving you on your own. If you're good, the amount I've time I'll make you wait before I touch you won't be as long, understood?"

Mason lay back down straight away. You decided to be nice, so you got up and made your way over to him. You put your fingers up to his mouth and he sucked on them instantly, moaning around them. "You taste so good." You dragged your other hand over his nipple before trailing it at an agonisingly slow pace down his stomach before you finally reached where he wanted you the most. He moaned loudly just from you brushing your hand over his dick. You pulled your hand from his mouth. "Are you gonna be good for me? Gonna do everything I say?"

"Yes. I promise. Just touch me please."

You shuffled lower so that your face was inches away from his dick. You pushed one of your hands into his boxers as you stroked him gently and his head fell back immediately. "Look at me. Do that again and I'll stop completely." His head shot up immediately as he tried his hardest to maintain eye contact. You pulled down the waistband of his boxers and he lifted his hips to help you.

When you saw just how hard he was, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Precum was already dripping down him. "Please" his voice was barely above a whisper. "So desperate and I've barely done anything. Bet she couldn't do that could she?" Your tone was firm, and you knew the answer straight away. "No. Only ever you". He whimpered as you pressed a delicate kiss to his tip before you dragged your tongue from the bottom to the top of his dick. His hands instinctively went to your hair, you swiftly pulled off him. "Keep your hands at your sides" his hands grabbed the sheets instead, nodding.

You began to kitten lick his tip before taking all of him into your mouth. The sound he let out was sinful, and you were drenched. His knuckles turned white immediately as his eyes half shut. He was trying desperately to do everything you said, and your heart softened at that. You pulled off and stroked him with your hand instead. "If you really can't keel your eyes open then you don't have to" you said softly before taking him in your mouth again and his eyes rolled back instantly as his head hit the pillows. His pants a desperate noises grew louder and louder and his knuckles turned whiter, and from the way he was twitching in your mouth you knew he was nearly there. "Fuck I'm gonna cum soon. Can I?" You pulled off and jerked him off to gain your breath back, "I think you've been good so far. Yes you can baby." You continued with your mouths actions as you massaged his balls with one of your hands and soon enough he came in your mouth with moans that were pornographic.

But you didn't stop. You carried on with the exact same pace and his whimpers only got louder as he writhed around under you, wanting to get away but still feel the overwhelming pleasure at the same time. "Y/N, fuck I can't. It's too good" He whined. You smirked around him and went faster, determined to make him cum a second time. Soon enough he was nearly there "fuck m'gonna come again. Feels so good." He moaned your name out like a prayer as you felt him finish in your mouth again. You pulled off and began to stroke him slowly with one hand, the other reaching up to his cheeks and wiping a tear that had escaped his eye. You spat on his dick, deciding to make him finish a third time but instead with your hand.

You sped up the actions with your hand, grateful that you could use your mouth to speak to him. "You gonna be a good boy and cum again for me baby?" He nodded, unable to speak, the only sounds coming from his mouth were loud moans and whimpers. "Bet she couldn't make you feel this good could she? Only I can." He nodded, "only you. Oh god I'm gonna cum again." He simply twitched in your hand, too drained to do anything else. You gave him a small break, leaving forward to kiss him gently before pulling away to let him get his breath back. "You're just so perfect. Always make me feel so good." He whispered. You simply smiled at him and kissed his forehead. "Can you do one more for me baby?" You cooed as you locked your eyes with Mason's. His cheeks decorated with a delicate blush, his pupils wide, his hair and forehead damp from the 3 consecutive orgasms you'd given him. He nodded, desperate to please you in any way he could. "Use your words baby." Your question was a mix of both consent and teasing, when Mason was at your mercy you loved repeating the phrases he used on you. "Yes. Yes I can."

You moved onto his lap, straddling him. You leaned into his ear, "if it's too much and you want me to stop then just say the word love." You pressed a kiss to the side of his head as he nodded before lowering yourself onto his length, both of you moaning in unison. You gave yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size, despite you being the one in control Mason always had an effect on you that you couldn't quite describe.

You began to move up and down slowly, still teasing Mason as he let out the most delicate whimpers. "Please don't tease me baby" He whined, bringing his thumb to your clit to rub it in a desperate attempt to make you move faster. "You gonna be good for me if I give you what you want?" Truthfully you needed to move yourself, not feeling him but watching him and hearing him made you insanely desperate for him. "Yes. Always just please move." He stuttered out, letting out an extremely loud moan when you began to bounce up and down. "Fuck Mase you feel so good" you moaned out, the angle hitting the spots deep inside you that made you cum almost instantly. Mason couldn't even speak, the pleasure he was feeling was overwhelming and you almost came right there when you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head. His moans and groans became hoarse as his whimpers and panting took over. "Fuck fuck I'm gonna cum baby" He whined, amazed that he'd managed to string some sort of sentence together as his knuckles turned white from the grip he had on the sheets. "Go on Mase, let go for me baby" you moaned out, knowing you weren't that far off yourself. He bucked his hips up to you a few times, letting out moans louder than anything you'd heard from him before and his eyes began to water. You felt him release inside you, with you following shortly after as a wave of pleasure washed over you. "Fuck fuck fuck". You fell onto his chest, both of you giggling lightly as you both tried to get your breath back.

You climbed off him, Mason whimpering as you did. You whispered a quick sorry before you lay on your side and he turned over to look at you. You brought a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Are you okay?" You smiled, knowing he'd probably never experienced something so intense in his life. "Yeah, I think that was the hottest sex I've ever had in my life." His cheeks still had a light tint on them, and you couldn't resist making the shade deeper. "Never heard you make noises like that before." Much to your amusement, you'd succeeded as he hid his face in your neck. "Don't hide. I thought it was hot, knowing that I can make you feel that good." You smirked. He moved his head so he was face to face with you. "And only you. I'm sorry about earlier, she just wouldn't leave me alone and I thought if I made one little comment she'd leave me alone." He said sheepishly, but you knew he didn't really mean any harm by what he'd done, he was always going to be going home with you in the end. "I know, anyway I've let all my anger out now. Hope you think twice next time."

"If I get again then I might have to flirt back with girls in clubs." His confidence coming back again, no longer feeling embarrassed about the fact you'd seen him more vulnerable than anyone else ever had. "You can always just ask, I'm more than happy to hear you sound like that again." You teased, connecting your mouths. There was no intent to do anything else, mainly because you knew Mason was more than likely incapable of anything else. The kiss was simply a way of showing your love to him, and that he never needed to be embarrassed around you because you would always love him no matter what. He was yours and you were his, always.

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You Can't Have Him! (Shawn Hunter x Reader) BMW

Plot: S4 Ep 21: Shawn is asked to join a teenage cult which effects his relationship with his girlfriend Y/n, but re-thinks his new belief system when Turner is injured. (Pretty long story) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Y/n Pov: "Hey, Shawn ready for our date?" I asked Shawn as I was putting away my books. "Yeah, about that... I need to go." Shawn said suddenly confusing me. "What?" I asked as we have been planning this date for weeks. "It's just, something came up and I need to be there." Shawn said. "Shawn what is this "Important thing"?" I asked. "Actually... Y/n, are you centered?" Shawn asked confusing me. "What?" I asked confused. "Look, there is this amazing group called the center... and this guy who will help you find true meaning and these people find people like you and I to find our place." Shawn explained to me scaring me. "Shawn this sounds like a cult if anything." I said. "No it's not a cult! Y/n... this group will help you... help us!" Shawn said making me worried. "Shawn you can't be in this group." I said. "They said you'd say something like that." Shawn said making me shocked. "Excuse me?" I asked. "They told me how, people would always try to shut the people who are lost." Shawn said. "Shawn you're not lost!" I said getting more annoyed. "How do you know?" Shawn asked softly leaving me conflicted. "I... I need time." I said to Shawn who nodded. "If you consider joining. Just call me." Shawn said creeping me out as I walked off to go home.

After a few days of Shawn leaving school early, always so calm, Cory and I decided to go find Shawn and get him out of there. Before we went in Cory decided to go in first just in case something bad happened and I can go find help.... Or he just wanted to seem brave. Soon it was 5 minutes they were in there making me worried and went in the cult place. "Shawn? Cory?" I called out as I rush down the stairs and saw Shawn and Cory but with the leader then smiling at me creepily. "Welcome to the Center, lost soul." He said making me glare at him. "Shawn we are going." I said holding his hand.

"Ah, is this the other lost soul you mentioned Shawn?" He asked. "Yes... This is my girlfriend Y/n." Shawn said. "I'm not here to join nor stay here. Cory, Shawn let's get going." I said trying to pull Shawn out but he didn't move. "Y/n... I can tell this is hard to see this many changes on your partner... But I think you're gonna like to see what we can do. Nobody judges you who you are, where you come from, everyone here is the same." He said holding Shawn's shoulder letting me to let go. "Can I go in that room?" Cory asked pointing at a door with a star. "Cory!" I said pinching his side. "No, that's the celebrity room." The leader said before walking off. " That is the slickest guy I ever seen!" Cory said to Shawn. "Don't you both see? I'm not a prisoner here. I can leave anytime I want." Shawn said softly. "Okay then, we're going now." I said but then suddenly as Cory and I were about to leave, the lights dimmed revealing the leader on a stage.

"Children of the center.... let's welcome to our family a new life member. Shawn Hunter." The leader said making the crowd clap as Cory and I look at Shawn in shock. "It's fine." Shawn said before going up on stage leaving me in pain. "Let's go Y/n." Cory said as he saw how much pain I was going throw as I'd though, I could make Shawn happy and someone he can belong to.

Soon once Cory and I left, we went to his house to talk to Mr and Mrs Matthews and Mr Feeny. As we all stood at the Matthew's backyard I was sitting on a bench as Mrs. Matthews comforts me while the guys talk about Shawn. "You know guys. I am is best friend and it's like he doesn't hear me... Especially his own girlfriend. I mean why does he have so much faith on this center." Cory said. "All right, let's get in the car and drag him out ourselves." Mr Matthew's said a we all got up to get him. "I'm going with you. I'm well acquainted with the Center, I've been trying to close it down for some time now. This Mr. Mac (The leader) is a frightening man." Mr Feeny said but then I saw Eric and Shawn together.

"Shawn!" I said in relief as I then hugged him tightly which he did back. "Hello Mr. Feeny, Cory, Mr and Mrs Matthews." Shawn said greeting everyone as I then let go. " Shawn, are you all right?" Mrs. Matthews asked. "Of course I am. I'm totally centered." Shawn said making me sigh as he still was strongly into it. "Thanks Eric for bringing him back." Mr. Matthews said to Eric. "Actually I brought Eric back." Shawn said making me chuckle a bit as that was the Eric I knew since I was little.

"Mr. Mac thought that Eric wasn't sincere and was in it for the hugs." Shawn said. "Well yeah." Eric said smiling like nothing was wrong and left to go inside the house. "Well hope you all have a peaceful night. I'm going back to the Center." Shawn said making me grab his hand and looked at him in disbelief. "Wait, whoa, no. No you're not. While you're parents are out of town, you're our responsibility." Mr. Matthews said sternly. "That means you're staying here in this house." Mrs. Matthews said.

"Yeah. Mr Mac told me you people would try to talk me out of my belief." Shawn said making me had enough. "Shawn! Do you hear yourself? We all love you and we all wouldn't want to hurt you." I asked angrily as Mrs. Matthews soon pulled me back before I get too emotional. "He also told me you'd say that." Shawn said leaving me in defeat. "All right, fine. That's enough. Get him in the house and tie him up." Mr Matthews said half joking and half not. "Look Shawn. These aren't believes. This is just a way to escape a life that doesn't have beliefs--"That's a judgment." Shawn said cutting off Feeny. "You damn right it is." Feeny said sternly. "What's wrong with me finding something to believe in?" Shawn asked. "Look Shawn. I'm all for you're search of spirituality, okay? But you don't seem to realize that Mr. Mac is conducting is own search. For lost souls that he can influence and manipulate." Mr. Feeny said. "He said you'd also say that." Shawn said. " Yes. I am sure he has given you a thought of every occasion." Mr Feeny said angrily but then a phone rang from his house making him sigh. "Excuse me." He said before entering his home. "Shawn I know I don't say this often... but Mr. Feeny is right." Cory said. "Why do all of you guys keep attacking what I believe in?" Shawn asked annoyed. "Shawn... why do you believe in this Center so much?" I asked. "What?" Shawn asked. "I mean before this... what did you believe in?" Mr. Matthews asked. "I dunno." Shawn said. "Did you believe in God?" Mr Matthews asked but then I saw My Feeny rush out of his house in distress. "George what is it?" Mr Matthews asked. "Uh... Johnathan Turner... Has been on a motorcycle accident." Mr Feeny said making all of us shocked. "Is he okay?" I asked. "Uh... no he isn't... Alan could you give me a lift to the hospital?" Feeny asked which Mr. Matthews nodded. "We'll all go." Mrs. Matthews said making us all move but I stopped and saw Shawn staying behind. "Shawn?" I asked. "I'll meet you guys there." Shawn said kissing my cheek. "Shawn no please." I said begging. "I said I'll meet you guys there." Shawn said keeping his frustration from exploding at me. "Okay..." I said softly as I followed the group.

- It's been a few hours and the Matthew's, Topanga, Mr. Feeny and I were all sitting in the waiting room as we waited more about Mr. Turner's health. "Where's Shawn?" I heard Topanga asking me making me look up at her. "I don't know." I said. "Well Mr. Turner and Shawn are like brothers... how can he not be here?" Topanga asked. "I don't know." I said but then like the universe somehow heard me, I saw Shawn walking in the waiting room. "Shawn!" Cory said as he and I got up glad to see Shawn but soon our smiles drop as I saw Mr. Mac right behind him. "Mr. Mac..." Cory added as we all watch him looking around the hospital. "Shawn thought I could be of some help. Hello, I'm Philip Mac. Feeny..." Mac said looking at Feeny who was glaring at Mac. "You don't belong here." Mr. Feeny said. "One my children invited me, and as always, I'm here for him, as for any other child who calls for me." Mac said instantly making Eric stand up. "I wanna come back!" Eric said quickly and urgently. "No, no, no." Mac said rejecting Eric as we all knew his intentions. "Shawn he shouldn't be here." I said not liking Mac from the first time I heard of him. "Y/n, I can't face this alone." Shawn said to me. "First of all we're here. Second, your being more and more distant that you're more alone than ever." I said trying to knock some sense into Shawn who's face turned into confusion. "What does that mean?" Shawn asked me. "Shawn... please it's very obvious." Cory said also trying to knock sense into Shawn. "Forgive me?!" The voice of Feeny raised making us all turn and saw Feeny getting up on Mac's face held back by Mr and Mrs. Matthews. "George come on. He's trying to get a rise out of you." Mr. Matthews said before taking his stance. "Look. You're not dealing with gullible little kids here now buddy. You brought Shawn down here and thanks but you should take a hike back to Con Land." Mr Matthew's said before Mr Mac turned to Shawn. "Now do you see how judgmental these people are--" Suddenly Mr. Matthew's pushed back Mr Mac back angrily. "No! You see! A judgment I made a long time ago... Is that Shawn Hunter is the best friend my son ever had... And I'd kill for Shawn Hunter from people... Like you." Mr Matthew's said growling at Mr Mac keeping his stance not backing down anytime soon.

"Alan... he'd love a lawsuit..." Mr. Matthews said holding her husband back softly as Mr Mac fixes his jacket. "I think there's a lot of anger here... and I don't feel this is a healthy environment for Shawn." Mr Mac said. "Look I really--" "You don't respect my philosophy. For kids who feel lonely and lost and have an emptiness in their lives, I'm here to give them a sense of belonging." Mr Mac said making me had enough of this nonsense. "You can't have him. He is not yours to dictate what he should or shouldn't do." I said angrily at Mr Mac making him turn and look at me with a soft gaze. "That's up to Shawn. And in any event there are many more just like him." Mr Mac said and turned back to the parents. "Y/n, come." Topanga said making me turn and saw the two boys gone. "Where did they go?" I asked. "They went inside Mr. Turner's room. I don't think Shawn would've wanted to see all that." Topanga said leading me to the room Mr. Turner was at. - As I stood there in the room, I saw Mr. Turner wrapped in bandages, both legs in a cast, head wrapped up with his heart monitor stable. "Cory I can't be in here it's too intense..." Shawn said breathing heavily. "For all of us Shawn... But this is life this is what's happening right now." Topanga said as Mr. Turner was also our teacher and who were like a father or brother to all of us. "I need Mr. Mac..." Shawn said. "No. He can't help you with this. Shawn what is the matter with you?!" Topanga asked scolding Shawn. "I-I-I don't know! But I can't look at him like this!" Shawn said trying to get out of the room but I instantly grabbed his hand and hugged him tightly. "Shawn! This is a hug! And this is when you hug somebody that you care about! And that you want them to know that! Shawn... I love you so much but you cannot leave here. Mr. Turner took care of you... And he loves you and you love him. Is that real or is Mr Mac and The Center real? You decide, but you cannot go." I said sternly as I knew it was time for Shawn to finally get off his bubble. "We can go." Cory said as he walks over to the door as he and Topanga slowly leaves the room. "Y/n?" Cory called me. "Wait a second..." I said not removing my gaze of Shawn as I heard the door closing. "Shawn... Don't think I don't love you... But... you really need to see Turner. I bet if that was your on the bed... Turner would've stay in this room till you finally got better. And so would Cory, Topanga, Feeny, and Me." I said before hugging Shawn again who hugged me back and soon I kissed him softly and soon felt him kissing back and knew the Shawn I knew was slowly coming back. Once I pulled away I left the room with Shawn and Turner alone. - After a while I finally saw Shawn coming out of the room making everyone including Mr. Mac stand up. "How is he?" Cory asked. "He'll be fine." Shaw said making everyone sigh in relief. "Is that what the doctor said?" I asked as Shawn walked over to me and pecked my lips as he held both my hands. "No... I just know he is." Shawn said before wrapping his arm around me as we both face the group. "Shawn it's obvious you've been in a stressful mood for you and I think it's time you'd come back to The Center." Mac said moving me aside a bit away from Shawn who shook his head. "Yeah, I think so too." Shawn said leaving everyone in shock. "What?" I asked. "I wanna go back, pick up my things and if it's okay... I want to stay with you." Shawn said to the Matthews who nodded. "Yes, it's okay." Mrs. Matthew's said with open arms. "And... I already found my home and center. With her." Shawn said walking over to me tightly as we looked at each other with love. "Shawn I--" "Yeah, I see you right in front of me... And I heard what you have to say, and it's nothin... And if I was an empty person and I didn't have anything to believe in. I might go with you...

because that would be easy... Well... I'm done with easy and I'm done with empty. I'm done with you." Shawn said making me smile.

"Well... We will always be there for you Shawn." Mr. Mac said. "Yeah, I know." Shawn said and soon we watch as he slowly walks away as soon Shawn looks back at me and kissed me again as I finally have my Shawn back.

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4,252 Days Chapter 1: Day 1, Pt 1

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Fic Summary: FTWD re-written to include an OC named Gemma who has a platonic relationship/friends with benefits situation with Nick Clark and then goes on to be with Troy Otto. Chapter Summary: Gemma sees a guy run into the road and get hit by a car Word Count: 1177 Author’s Note: This is a big commitment, hopefully I stick with it. I'm excited. Gif from here.

“Please say you’re calling with good news.” Gemma can feel the pre-emptive disappointment radiating through the phone, almost hotter than the 8AM summer sunshine beating down on her as she walks along the street.

“Hello, Olivia. It’s so good to hear your voice. I’m doing well, thank you. How about you?” Sarcasm and semi-fake niceness hung on every word.

“Stop stalling, we saw each other an hour ago, you know how I am. How did it go? Did they suspect the undercut? Because I told you, Gem, it’s silly but it’s true, they’ll judge you for it.”

“It went great, Liv.” Gemma replied simply, not wanting to keep this going and make her friend more annoyed at her than she knows she already is. “No undercut suspected, zero tattoos spotted. I have to go in for a bit of training tomorrow but after that it’s a long weekend before I start properly on Monday.”

Olivia lets out a sigh of genuine relief through the phone, Gemma can tell she’s smiling as she talks. “That’s great, Gem! Really, that’s so great. I have to get back to work but I'll see you back home later, okay? We can talk about it more then. Maybe plan a way to celebrate a little? Alcohol free, of course.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Talk later.”

Gemma hangs up the phone, puts it in her navy blazer pocket and pulls her hair out of its low ponytail, replacing it with a high one, showing off the undercut Olivia spent 10 minutes stressing about helping her hide this morning. Working in a posh office where she has to hide even the most basic parts of herself isn’t exactly the dream but beggars can’t be choosers. She needs this job. She needs to get back on track.

She can already picture her life a few months from now, a little bit of money in her pocket, new clothes she’s been in need of for weeks, finally able to pay Liv the rent she’s owed. An apartment of her own is the real dream but that might be thinking too big right now and living with Liv definitely isn’t a problem. She can picture it though. Flat screen TV, dark green sofa, huge fluffy rug that feels like you’re walking on a cloud. A bit of saving and hard work at a job she’s pretty sure is going to be mind-numbing and it'll be real before she knows it. There’s a smile on Gemma’s face as she walks down the street thinking of the future. Things might finally be looking up.

The loud screech of tyres and the distant thud as something hits the hard road takes Gemma out of her daydream and back to reality. It’s like time freezes for a few seconds as she stops in her tracks, taking in the scene before her.

Black marks on the ground lead up to a small silver car stopped in the middle of the road. Its windshield is smashed and Gemma is pretty sure there’s a small dent on the bumper too. The driver is sitting there, shock on his face, probably not sure if what just happened is his own fault or the fault of the person who just bounced off his windshield and is now laying almost unconscious on the concrete. The other people in the area have stopped too. Some look annoyed that their morning has been disturbed, others look horrified.

There’s a quick rush as time starts again and Gemma runs towards the car and the fallen boy. On closer inspection, he looks rough. No shoes or socks, a half-torn, baggy, white shirt, ill-fitting jeans, hair that seems to not have been brushed in a few days. Gemma peers over her shoulder at a building across the road. She’s been living in the area long enough to know where that boy came running from. It likely wasn't the driver's fault. But it probably wasn’t the boy’s either.

He’s laying on his back, staring up at the sky. Gemma leans over him.

“Hey. Can you hear me? It’s okay. You’re okay,” She says, though she’s not sure that’s true. He looks quickly around him, as much as he can while still laying flat on the floor, and then looks Gemma in the eyes for a second, like he’s checking for something. “Just stay still.”

Looking up, Gemma realises that other than the driver, who took a few seconds to build up the courage to get out of his car and check the damage, she is the only person who has rushed over to help.

“What the hell are they all doing? See a lad get hit by a car and just stand there, seems reasonable, ugh,” she mutters angrily to no one in particular. Looking around quickly, scanning the small crowd, she spots a woman with her phone in her hand and points, “Oi, you, phone someone! Now!”

“No, I’m fine,” the guy mumbles as the woman lifts her phone to call and begins walking over. She hesitates slightly at his comment.

“Ignore him. He’s been hit on the head. Call them.”

He starts trying to sit up, probably faster than he should. Gemma crouches down and reaches out, preparing to attempt to catch him if he starts falling backwards. She makes a mental note to buy some work trousers that she can properly bend in with her first pay cheque. Liv can have these one’s back, if they survive the day.

“I’m fine. I’ll just.. I’ll walk it off, you know. Thanks.” He’s distracted when he says it, not fully in the moment and not looking at Gemma but instead surveying the area once again, searching.

Gemma pretends not to notice. “Walk it off? In whose shoes?” She says it playfully, trying to distract him from whatever this is. He doesn’t seem right. And he can’t just get up and walk this off.

He pauses and takes a look at his grimy, bare feet. “Have you never heard of shoeless hikes? You should try it sometime. It’s great, really.”

Gemma smiles slightly. “Sure it is. Listen, just lay back down, okay? Or at least just stay sitting. You don’t know what could be wrong. The ambulance will be here soon.”

“Nothing is wrong. Uh, I’m Nick, you’re British, it’s.. Tuesday..?” He counts on his fingers. “Well, it’s definitely a weekday. See? Everything..” He starts looking around mid sentence, “...is,” distracted again, more searching, “… fine.”

Gemma follows Nick’s gaze and realises he’s looking at the old abandoned church longer than he’s looking in any other direction. So her assumption was right, that is where he came from.

“I’m Gemma. It’s Wednesday. Stay put.”

Nick turns his head back in her direction. He slumps like he’s lost his fight, exhausted, or has decided whatever he’s worried about doesn’t need worrying about right now. He doesn’t say anything as he lays back down on the floor, giving up his attempts to leave. The shrill sound of an ambulance siren can be heard in the distance.

As the ambulance pulls up, accompanied by a police car a dozen feet behind it, the driver of the car finally finds his voice. He’s been standing there for a few minutes, nervously smoothing out his work suit, trying to think of what to say. He speaks fast, trying to get everything out before anyone official gets within hearing distance.

“Listen. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, okay? You seem fine.” He turns to Gemma. “He’ll be fine, right? Nothing needs to come of this. I’ll just... be on my way.”

“Spineless.” Gemma mumbles under her breath before looking back at him. She may not think the incident was necessarily his fault but there’s a way to handle it and it’s not this. Looking directly at him, eyes cold, she continues, “I don’t think you’re going anywhere mate, the police are right there. They’ll want a word, I’m sure. And look at him. Does he look fine?”

Nick is still laying on the floor, not moving much. It's like the adrenaline and shock have finally worn off, leaving him aching all over, able to feel what just happened to him.

Gemma continues. “And unless you fancy running some more people over, I don’t think driving off in that thing is a good idea, do you? You won’t be able to see anything out of that window.”

The man turns back to his car, noting the huge area of smashed windshield, and runs his hand through his already slicked back hair, uncomfortable. Nick ignores what Gemma has just said and looks at the slightly dishevelled man, mumbling a response, “It’s whatever, man. I have bigger things to worry about.”

Gemma looks to Nick, wondering what those bigger things are. You’d assume it was potential head injury or internal damage from being thrown onto the concrete by a hunk of speeding metal but Gemma doesn’t think so. Nick was concerned about something, being hit by a car wasn’t anywhere close to the forefront of his mind.

Before the man can decide what to do the police and paramedics have closed the distance. The police go straight to him, the medics to Nick.

“Okay then, what do we have here?” Says the commanding voice of a tall blonde woman striding over. She’s carrying a large bag of any potential medical supplies Nick may need immediately and is being followed by a man and a stretcher.

“His name is Nick. He ran out into the road and got hit by a car.” Gemma quickly responds.

“Nick, can you tell me how you’re feeling? Let me take a look at you.” The paramedic bends down to Nick. She checks his eyes and makes a ‘hm’ sound.

“I feel fine.” Nick says while she continues looking him over. He doesn’t sound fine. His voice has gotten weaker the longer he’s been laying there.

“Right, okay,” unsurprisingly, the paramedic isn’t convinced. “We should check you out properly anyway. Getting hit by a car can cause a lot of damage you can’t necessarily see. Let’s get you on this stretcher and then we’ll be right on our way to the hospital, okay?” She says it firmly, it’s not really a question. But Nick doesn’t seem to be in a position to argue anyway.

Gemma stands back while the paramedics get Nick up onto the stretcher and as they walk him the short distance to the ambulance she instinctively starts to follow. No one questions her getting into the ambulance with them and taking a seat, not even Nick, who looks over to her but seems to mostly be in his own world now, thinking about who knows what. Maybe he’s thinking about nothing, in too much of a daze. Or maybe, like Gemma, he’s thinking about the church.

#fear the walking dead #nick clark #nick clark x reader #nick clark x oc #nick clark imagine #troy otto x oc #Troy Otto #Troy Otto x reader #- not going to tag troy again until i get to him actually being in the fic just wanted it to be known that he'll be in it at some point #mine

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Part two of my YouTuber!Itadori X reader. If you missed part one it's right here. I hope you all enjoy my new series and if you have anything you want me to write about feel free to ask 😄. I know there's most likely errors and mistakes and I'm sorry bout that. I was just rushing to put this out, especially considering it's been almost a week since the first post came out. Once again I hope you all enjoy my series💙.

You honestly still couldn't believe that you even got a response from the gaming YouTuber himself. You guys have finally contacted each other to plan out a couple of days where you're both free to meet up to record your videos for you separate channels. You two decided not to tell your fans about anything, if anything you chose to trick your fans into believing that he never responded to you. Considering that Itadori did get comments about you and the whole collab which eventually caused him to just turn his comments off completely. Many people were left confused to say the least when you posted a tweet saying "it's finally the day, stay tuned bad bitches‼️".

"Alright you ready to start this shit" you ask while adding your finishing touches to your gaming setup. "Of course I'm so ready to beat your ass" Yuji says while smirking. You press start on your live and watch as people start to join. "Sup bad bitches guess who I'm with today" you say as you grab Yuji's arm and put him more into the camera. "It's yujiiii" you yell. "The people in the comments already excited" yuji says while reading some of em." Yea they've been waiting for this for a lil minute". You sit down in your chair all ge way and put your headphones on while you see yuji staring at you through the camera. "What are you looking at" you say in curiosity. "You" "um why?" "I can't look at you?" He asked while laughing. "No don't be weird now that we finna play this game" "yea yea whatever just prepare to take yo L". "You never showed me how to play this game, so if I lose its your fault" you say annoyed. "You never asked me how to play. I would've been showed you." Itadori says while shrugging his shoulders. You roll your eyes and turn your attention to some of the people in your comments. "Itadori someone asked 'is this why you turned off your comments'". "Oh yea you guys where flooding my comments over her and this collab, so I had to turn em off so I don't get thousands of notifications a day". He joins you and do some comment reading of his own when his eyes glance at one particular comment, which seem to have his attention. He ignores the comment for now, thinking it'll be a good time to announce it while y'all are playing. If his cards is played right it could be used as a distraction. "Alrighty let's get this shit started for real" you say while grabbing your controller. "Ready to lose" Itadori ask with a smirk. "Hell no" you say while smirking back.

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Fast forward a few minutes and a couple of losing rounds you finally had Itadori in a losing situation. Just as you were about to make Itadori get his first L of the night he asked you a question. "One of.the comments said that you had a major crush on me. Is that true?" It was like the whole screen of your gaming PC went blank as your eyes grow wide and you mouth open. Itadori celebrates as "WINNER" is flashed on his screen. You quickly snap back into reality as you look at the "LOSER" on your screen, still a bit in shock. "That's no fair, you cheated to get that win" "we never said that simply asking a question to each other was cheating, but you didn't answer my question babe" he says while turning his attention to you. You're in even more shock, not only did he win the game, but he also asked you a crazy question, and he called you babe. You look back at him and simply shrug your question, trying to seem uninterested. "Yeah but it wasn't nothing major" "uh huh sureeee" Itadori says while laughing as you roll you eyes. "To y'all people watching this don't think nothing of this, it was just something slight" you say as you huff. "I want yall to make all the edits of us after this collab". You look at the comment section which were mostly filled of a both of comments like "I definitely ship" "y'all are literally perfect" and "please get together". You laugh at some of the comments, especially the ones in all caps. "You guys can't expect us to do anything, especially when we literally barely know each other. Maybe in a couple of weeks." You say laughing "so you do like me" Yuji says while looking into the camera. "Omg not no more, now you're just annoying" you say while getting out of you chair to use the bathroom. "Excuse me" "you're excused" "don't start this childish shit, scoot overrr" you say. "Say please and I'll let you move babe" "oh my fucking god please move" you say irritated. Itadori finally moves out the way, as your walking in front of him he watches you walk away. His eyes look at your ass as.your hips sway. He looks back into the camera and smirks to himself. "Y'all if we ever get together she owes me $20".

Once the live was almost over you announce one more game as Itadori left to get y'all something to drink. "What the hell are y'all talking about" you say as you read the comments about the deal Itadori made without your knowledge. "He didn't even tell me about any deals or anything" "maybe we should make a deal, but what's it about?" You ask. The comments were quick to tell which made you laugh. "Bet we'll make that a deal, but ain't no backing out". Itadori soon comes back into the room and gives a look when he sees you sitting in his chair. "Can you get up?" He ask. "Say please and I'll let you move babe" you say mocking him. "Can you please get up L/N" "hmmmmm no" "alright bet". You don't think nothing of it until you see his back facing you. You quickly lose your breath as he sits on your lap. "Get yo ass off of me" you struggle to say. "Hmmmmm no" he mocks. The people are saying our positions should be switched". Itadori says while laying on you, getting relaxed. "Get off" "if I get off you gotta get in my lap" "absolutely not" you say. "Alrighty then" he says while relaxing on you even more. "Ok ok damn nigga I can't breathe" you say annoyed. Itadori smiles as he gets up and looks at you. "Yo ass stink" you say as you get up and stretch. "That's not true y'all, she was just begging to eat my ass before the Livestream started". "The fuck?! No I didn't stop lying". You bent over a little bit to see some of the comments, which were filled with "get in his lap" and "sit on his lap". You tried to act like you couldn't see the comments until you heard Yuji behind you. "C'mon L/N we gotta keep the fans satisfied" he says while sitting down, manspreading in his chair. You roll of eyes and sit down stiffly on his lap. "Let's make this quick" you say while laughing, which made him chuckle. "Oh by the way I have a question before we end the lifestream" you say. "Yes?" "Did you make a bet with me without my knowledge?" You asked while. Turning you head to look at him. "Oh yeah I said that if we end up together you owe me $20" he says truthfully. "Well let's shake hands on it" you say as you put your hand out. "We got ourselves a deal L/N".

Hours after the Livestream was over you did your nightly routine and went to your bedroom. Yuji went to his hotel a couple hours after the stream. You're laying in bed scrolling through your phone when you seen a notification. It was a text message from Itadori, a TikTok video. You click on the notification which took you to the message, then you clicked on the link which took you to TikTok. You look at the video which started off with a dark screen. The screen flashes and you finally see why he sent you the video. It was an edit of you in his lap and you talking to him from the stream. You look wide eyed as you watched the video again. It was already edits being made! Part of you understood why, especially considering the tension that was made between you two. But the other part of you just couldn't believe how fast it was before anything came out. You thought it would've been at least a day before anything happened. You snapped out of your thoughts when you received another notification. You heart beats even faster as you read the notification. 'That's definitely going into my favorites. If stuff like this happened today imagine how it's gonna be tomorrow. Goodnight L/N~'.

I hope y'all enjoyed part two of the Gamer!Yuji Itadori, I literally started it once I seen the answers from the polls. I'll work on part three as soon as I can especially because I want to be consistent with this series. If you missed part one it's right here and stay in tune. Bye~

#jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk yuuji #jjk yuji #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you

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bettyshoweduptotheparty · 6 months

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Hi! I'm really interested to hear your opinion on this. Why are people so resistant to the idea that celebrities, to put it bluntly, lie? Even if it's not about someone they stan. It should just be common sense. I'm so frustrated with people taking what celebrities say at face value. And if you dare to suggest that they do, in fact, lie, for whatever reason, people often start acting like you're the stupid one. Like, take Taylor for example. Why do a lot of people simply refuse to engage with any evidence we have and just decide that we're delusional. Because "she's always dated men and is dating one right now". They refuse to even entertain the possibility of these relationship being fake. And it's especially frustrating when it's coming from other lesbians, who call Taylor "the most heterosexual celebrity ever". What is stopping them from just listening what "those crazy gaylors" have to say? How do you break through this denial? I'm just ranting at this point because I was just talking to someone like that, and it's so annoying when people treat you like you're insane without actually listening to you😔

Hello! That is such an excellent question, and it has so many layers to it. But I think the two most prevalent ones I'm going to discuss are parasocial relationships and news media literacy. Warning, this is LONG!

Firstly, let me say that I don't advice to ever try and convince anyone of something that is not a widely accepted truth when they haven't asked to be persuaded. People need to be open-minded and willing to see other people's views and reasoning, in order to come to new conclusions, if they are not in that ready mindset, you're only ever going to get rejections. I'm not a Jehovah's witness, I have no interest in convincing anyone if they're not interested. But if someone came to me saying, 'Hey, I saw xyz and that seems suss, what's your opinion...?' Then I know I have their attention and they are open to listening to my interpretation and the evidence I present to them. If we come to different conclusions, that's fine, but at least you've taken in my reasons for why I believe what I believe. And I'm an academic at heart, academic discourse is ever changing, if new information comes to light, I may change my opinion.

Media Literacy and what we believe about the world

It's sad and shocking perhaps, but trust in reputable news media is at an all time low since 2020 in many developed countries. In a time where raw scientific research was influencing political decision making 'hot off the press', many people lost faith in science because they mistook scientific discourse and peer review as 'changing your mind'. Following the evidence where it leads, can always mean finding something you don't want to see. And that happened a lot during the pandemic. So, while I'm frustrated, I'm not surprised that so many people turned to types of media outlets that would bring them more comforting (if less reputable) news. And we're only three years past that now, I think the general populations' thirst for comforting news is still high, especially when we only see war and destruction everywhere we look. So what we choose to consume, shapes how we see the world, and with more and more people consuming information on the internet, the algorithm keeps them in an echo chamber of those existing views. Now, here is where celebrity culture comes in. Celebrity news are often gems of good and engaging news media, because they evoke emotion that unites people behind something. Celebrity gets married - everyone is happy for them. Celebrities break up - everyone is sad for them. Celebrity cheats on partner or commits some other crime - they are now universally hated. Very simple, gives people an easy way to build a belief system and moral compass on who/what is good and bad. It's also the easiest way to form an opinion on someone who you most likely won't ever meet in person. Now imagine someone coming in with an opinion that challenges those truths that you've built your believes on. You'd most likely get defensive, right? Accepting even the possibility that the truths we accept about the world are based on incorrect information, and therefore might need changing, is very daunting. For everybody. I teach information literacy to Undergraduate students for a living, and even I sometimes have to take a step back from research when the evidence is leading me somewhere that makes me uncomfortable. We all have biases and we like to be proven right rather than proven wrong. Or we might find something that would require us to take action on something. That's a lot of work though and ignorance is bliss so finding information that doesn't fit into our biases and ignoring it is also very common. It's all in the name of protecting the pillars of what we believe to be true about the world. So, to answer your question 'Why are people so unwilling to believe.../unwilling to engage with the evidence': Because they have a lot to loose. One thing that changes might lead to a lot more questions and before you know it, everything you thought was true collapses like a house of cards. You can't be the wrecking ball, people have to pull the cards out for themselves when they're ready. And the biggest celebrity in the world right now being a closeted gay woman? That wouldn't just be about Taylor, it would be a statement on the state of LGBTQ equality/freedom and how far we've supposedly come.

Parasocial Relationships

Ok, here is where we get to Taylor. Because a lot of people's first line of defense is the line 'But she wouldn't lie to us!' And why do they think that? Because she has, maybe more than any other celebrity, cultivated a relationship with her fans where they feel like they know her. But the fact is that they don't know HER, they know the version of her that she has carefully constructed to be her public-facing persona. Parasocial relationships are those where you can't have a true social interaction, because the person you're having it with is either fictional or you don't know them personally. It's a one way conversation. But Taylor has blurred the lines of this so much by engaging with her fans online, meeting them after shows and even inviting them into her house at secret sessions. You almost can't blame little swifties for believing they're besties now when they've met her in person and they've actually talked to her. Or the people she sent presents to for Christmas back in the day. That's something only a friend and not a random stranger would do. Taylor bases her public appeal hugely on relatability, and what is more relatable than feeling like she's your friend, right? And sadly it’s a lot more hurtful to imagine that your friend would lie to you than a random stranger. So, the version of Taylor that meets fans in person and invites them to her house and sends them presents, she would never lie to them. But that version isn’t real, it’s a fictional character built to protect the real person. Real Taylor lies through her teeth to protect what’s sacred to her. All the kids that were invited to the rep secret sessions and came out with stories of cute couple photos of her and Joe and a mission to tell everyone that those songs are about her bf and her bf only… I hate to tell you but you were used for free damage control. Imagine how hurt you’d feel if that was you and you thought you’d met your hero. I have no illusion that Taylor somehow cares about me. We’re not friends and if I ever met her I wouldn’t expect anything more than the chitchat I exchange with my uber driver. (In fact, I recently had a dream that I met her on a bad day and yelled at her 😬)

Compromise or Live and Let Live

Hopefully I’ve given you an idea of why it’s hard for anyone to let go of something they want to believe in. And it may be best to let people believe what they want as long as it’s not hurting others and they’re respectful of other opinions. There may also be a middle ground. E.g. in this context, a lot of people are much more willing to believe that Taylor is bisexual. So it’s possible to acknowledge her queer flagging without immediately calling all her previous relationships into question. I’ve had some lovely respectful discussions over lyrics analysis with people who don’t necessarily believe exactly the same as me. I can respect that others find comfort in stories that I believe to be untrue. I'm sure I also find comfort in things they believe to be untrue. Whatever brings people joy is right for them. If that's gushing over Taylor dating the boy on the football team, let them, that's why she's doing it. I would only argue if the same people don't extend that same curtesy towards us and let us be happy when she looks up at Karlie a million times during a show. And educating people is always allowed. Just because a woman has only dated men doesn’t make her straight (that applies generally, not just to celebrities). Just because you don’t know what queer flagging is doesn’t mean it isn’t happening and other people are picking up on it. But a majority of people will always buy the stories she sells them, and that's because she gives them what they want to see. Like she said in the documentary about what she feels the world expects from her: Live out a narrative that we find to be entertaining, but not so crazy that it makes us uncomfortable.

#taylor swift #gaylor #media literacy #celebrity culture #parasocial relationships #anon ask

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siriannatan · 6 months

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More Than Just Plus One 3/3

I really need to stop worrying about my chapters being similar in length. It holds me back.

The start of the party was not too bad. Scott stood by, a tall flute of pale champagne in hand as fWhip greeted some acquaintances. Mostly people Scott had no idea who they were supposed to be. fWhip mentioned something about them being important. They had a short chat with Sausage and Gem.

"Wow. Still around, good job keeping fWhip interested," Sausage suspiciously laughed, patting Scott's shoulder. To fWhip's annoyance. Scott would ignore it, take it as a friendly banter. If not for Gem giving him a weird, borderline shocked look. She did regain her composure quickly and Scott'd probably miss it if he wasn't always looking out for what people think about him. Thanks, Mom...

But something was going on.

At least Pix seemed to be normal as he gave them a short introduction to what they were celebrating. Opening of the new wing of the gallery together with an exhibition of his newest collection of paintings. At least partially naked Sausage was a feature of many of said paintings. Scott could appreciate a handsome man but he liked fWhip more. He was handsome and not afraid to be a bit rough.

Scott was subtly looking around for Jimmy. He was somewhat familiar with him. Dad did try to set them up a couple of times. They... didn't work out. Obviously. "I think I see Jimmy and his engineer," Scott hummed, leaning against fWhip as seductively as he could without being crass. They were spotted back. And Tango wanted to talk. How fun.

"Hello," Tango grinned. Wide. Almost annoyingly nice. As much as Scott wanted to dislike him - for personal reasons that didn't really matter but still - he absolutely could not.

"Hi fWhip, hi Scott," Jimmy grumbled through his teeth. He really didn't want to talk to them. "I'm shocked to see you two together."

"What's wrong with bringing a friend along?" fWhip hummed, arm around Scott's waist pulling him slightly closer. Scott didn't like the sound of it but he just smiled smugly, leaning into fWhip. And hummed affirmatively.

"Oh, it's great. I'm happy to see some familiar faces among this stuffed-up crowd," Tango laughed. Oblivious to his partner's discomfort.

fWhip hummed eyeing Jimmy. Tango ignored it and chatted about art. Scott was starting to feel awkwardness and stares. It was getting bad. "I think Pix and Sausage are looking for us, sorry we have to go," he interjected the awkwardness.

That seemed to get fWhip out of his hate-fueled staring match with Jimmy. "Thanks, Scott," fWhip sighed once they were sufficiently away."

"No problem, Jimmy likes being difficult," Scott shrugged. "You think Pix would be angry if we left at this point? Jimmy ruined the mood," he hummed, just then realising one of his hands found fWhip's hair was playing with it. fWhip had really nice and soft and fluffy hair.

After another glance at Jimmy, now much happier that he was away from fWhip, fWhip decided Pix would not mind. They spend a couple of hours at the gallery. It should be long enough no matter what. And there was less media since they didn't expect anyone to leave so early. Meaning they managed to leave relatively unnoticed or bothered.

"Much better," fWhip sighed once out of his blazer and tie. "Though you make it look really good."

"Could say the same back," Scott grinned back. "I..." should you say it. "I think this faking isn't working out, as in..."

"As in we like each other too much and can't pretend to fake it?" fWhip offered, pulling Scott close.

Scott nodded leaning in for a kiss. "What do you propose we do about it?"

"Well," fWhip hummed, his hands lower and lower on Scott's ass. "We could change and go clubbing, celebrate annoying Jimmy, or go right to bed. Have some arguably better fun? Have a cute breakfast in bed after?"

Pretty obviously they went with the second option. Many fewer steps to the same ending.

Scott woke up immeasurably happy with himself. To an angry text from his mother. She thought he'd be over fWhip by now. 'He's a keeper,' he texted before turning it off.

fWhip wasn't in bed anymore. But Scott wasn't worried. He did recall something about breakfast in bed. Wouldn't be the first time he was treated to one, in this specific bed. He did pretty much live with fWhip this past week.

"How are we feeling?" fWhip asked, walking in with a big tray full of their breakfast.

Scott hummed, rolling his shoulders. There was only a slightly concerning ache in his spine. "Pretty good. A handsome guy who just happens to be my actual, real boyfriend, just brought me breakfast to bed," Scott grinned, shifting slightly to make space for fWhip and the tray. "Mom's pissed we're still together, might have let her know it can be like this for longer, much longer."

"Good, because I ain't planning on letting you go," fWhip nodded, sealing it with a kiss. Soft and sweet one.

"Any idea why Sausage and Gem were weird? Last night," Scott asked as they enjoyed their French toast.

fWhip was silent for a second. "Because they have no trust in my ability to keep a man interested," he shrugged, failing to pretend it didn't bother him.

With an unamused snort, Scott shook his head. "Well, someone made a mistake here, because I find you absolutely fascinating," Scott grinned and offered the last bite of his toast to fWhip. "Long morning in bad and late brunch date to show everyone what a cute couple we are?" he offered

fWhip nodded. But the plan failed. They stayed in bed most of the day. Ignoring the outside world completely.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #empiresshipping #trafficshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott

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hampshire basically said that if u see “musicians that you love” ((aka her boyfriend)) around Nash, you should give them space bc Nashville is a safe haven for musicians.

which in a way i agree, that people should proceed respectfully when they see celebrities in public, but shes also trying to make it seem like people have been rude to her and/or sammy.

then when people are in her replies saying things like “this makes me feel bad for approaching sam when i saw him that one time” or “sammy’s the one that encouraged me to snap a photo with him”, she’s then backtracking and saying that sam actually doesn’t mind saying hello to fans and that she only says this bc a lot of artists choose Nash as their homes.

my thing is this goes for any major city where artists choose to settle down, whether it be Nash, LA, NYC, whatever. artists and celebrities are everywhere and as long as 1. fans are being respectful and 2. said celebrities/musicians are welcoming to greet people….. her tweet kinda came out of left field to make greta fans feel bad for interrupting her dates with sam

Ugh dude I'm not surprised. Of most fan interactions, Sam has been the most kind and inviting (I've never met him but this is from a lot of fans I've read about meeting the boys or just Sam) and that he talks to fans like he is seeing old friends. So yeah, I'm convinced she's just annoyed she's dating a rockstar who gives a fuck about his fans and loves meeting new people.

Also, like duh don't go up to celebrities when they're at dinner or something like we know the rules and to be respectful but she's trying to talk for people when she is only talking about herself and her issues against gvf fans because she just hates us like she genuinely doesn't care for us. So I'm not shocked.

#thank you for letting me know #my asks #the hamburglar #gvf #greta van fleet

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it's so weird I personally never saw/considered toffee as evil???? and had no idea that people hated him??????? I thought it was universally agreed he was the best and most tragic thing to happen in the series?????????

even after the rollercoaster that was comet I'm more inclined to believe he DIDN'T murder her (tbf she had it coming)

Oh, I agree with you. I don't think he's evil. But unfortunately, that doesn't erase how the writers, and a section of the fans, treated him. Maybe they were a vocal minority, but if so they were extremely vocal. Here's the breakdown:

The writers: I've explained at length how the writers screwed over Toffee. They change his motives from petty to deep depending on who they're talking to, they ignore all the mystery boxes they created regarding him, and if there's any way they want us to feel about his pointless, horrible death, it's either relief or a dull sadness that the magic wasn't destroyed right then. Not horror or righteous indignation. He isn't explicitly a tragic victim, he's barely even mentioned after, and never in a way that implies Star should feel guilty for murdering him. Explicitly, he's a faceless obstacle to be knocked over by Star after she levels up, and it's totally fine she literally melted him, it's fine! We shouldn't question the morality of our white savior protagonist, it's fine!

But the big one, and the one you were likely referring to, is the fandom. And when I made that analysis, I do admit to one cop-out: the fandom isn't like that now. Nowadays it's mostly dead, with the odd stubborn holdout (like me) posting in the tag now and then. A lot of us are Toffee fans, still posting because we liked the potential the show had and so we're imagining him as a character and not the plot equivalent of a bowling pin. But Back In The Day, when the show was still running, people celebrated Toffee's death. It was so cool that Star Vs. had the guts to graphically murder a character onscreen! Star was so cool, and here you thought this show was for kids! Her butterfly form is so cool! Yeah, so much better than that loser Steven Universe, who just talks about his feelings to the villains and solves problems with love and friendship! Never mind that there's a reason other shows don't do this, and that's because it sends a horrible message. Star should've taken a page out of Steven's book honestly.

But surely after the shock of this super cool and edgy death wore out, people started to see the tragedy inherent in Toffee's character? Nope! I mean, there were some popular analysis posts and such, but the fandom mostly forgot about Toffee, along with the writers. And while we were forgetting about that, Morningmark happened. I've talked about him before, but he's always been both a good barometer for the fandom's opinion of a character as well as a shaper of it. When he rarely goes against the fandom's majority opinion, the fandom seems to bend over backwards to make his headcanon everyone's headcanon. Even when it involves dubious characterization. I have already talked about why Morningmark is overrated, but... he just does not get Toffee, even after the show ended with Toffee kind of acknowledged as being right, even after the fandom slowly began to die. In his urge to make everything haha funny he just made it really flat and made Toffee stupid, boring, and evul, and since his comics were the only thing getting notes in the quickly-dying fandom, it made it very annoying to be a fan of depth and tragedy in svtfoe. Then he stopped making svtfoe comics and moved to making Belos stupid and other The Owl House-related crimes, and at least I don't have to worry about his dreadful takes on Toffee anymore, so that's great.

And from there it was a short hop to the fandom we have today, where only people who got something important out of svtfoe still make content. Now, and only now, do we have the majority thinking Toffee's story, or at least what we saw of it, was the best thing to come out of svtfoe.

Also, yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if Mina killed Comet and blamed Toffee. That would be a much better twist than the whole Moon bs.

#svtfoe critical #svtfoe #svtfoe negativity #star vs the forces of evil #analysis #queue queue #ask #anon #my posts

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piglet26 · 2 years

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What I loved about Thor: L&T

Where do I start? Cause I loved it hell I've seen it twice. Yes, it could have been 30 minutes longer. I'm ignoring the obvious media campaign against (Rotten Tomatoes Seriously?! Who cares?) and the UTube reviewer bro squad that's disappointed it's not the "R" word all over again. Like damn, get over it!

Jane! Jane is the heart and soul of this movie. Sadly, it became obvious that no director with the exception of Kenneth from Thor 1 was interested in developing her character. Like no one! Not the Russos, not Joss Whedon, not Alan Taylor and not Marvel. You give me a legend and I’d find something to do with her but that's just me *checks nails* So someone send Taika a fruit basket! In phase 1,2,3 female characters were underdeveloped plot devices (See Black Widow) Jane is someone you want to root for! We see her not only be vulnerable and weak but strong and loyal. We see her fight two battles, one against cancer and one against Gorr. You wanted her to survive and to live on to fight with Thor. When she died people in the theater cried and people were genuinely upset/shocked that she died. That’s a hero regardless of gender. Thor loses yet another person and this time it’s the love of his life. She also doesn’t receive a personality transplant; she's still the same space chick just muscled. Jane wasn’t just ill, she also looked ill and it was great! She didn’t have to look like a model all the time. I loved Jane fighting with Mew-Mew. The general consensus? Everyone wanted more of her story.

Fosterson? Thane? Thor and Jane. I’m here for it! I always liked them together but now I'm shipping them. She didn’t replace Thor as people feared. It wasn’t a passing of the hammer. They were truly equals. He protected her and she protected him. They both brought their individual strengths to the story. The entire world seemed to want to know why they broke up and that got answered in a realistic way. Watching them in love in their montage was cute! I appreciate that Taika was very aware of the criticism towards the couple. Yes, they are different but it works! General consensus? We wanted more of them.

Christian freaking Bale as Gorr the God Butcher. Wow. What an actor. He spooked me out and yet I delighted in him. He was born out of rage and heartbreak. I was hoping he would be in at least two movies. He’s a compelling character. Loved that he and Jane had their fatal parallels. Fate answered them with weapons. Jane got Mew-Mew and Gorr got the necrosword. Where Mew-Mew gave Jane agency and the power to do good. The necrosword was a tool for Gorr’s grief and revenge. General consensus? We would have wanted this parallel to be explored more.

The battle in the shadow realm was stunning! I’m actually really annoyed it wasn’t longer. I know it was longer because it had more violence and that was something that had to be cut down on. General consensus? We wanted more.

Valkyrie and Jane! This little friendship was cute, and I liked it. Valkyrie didn’t annoy me which was surprising. She annoyed me in Ragnarok (Yes, I know I’m one of the minorities)

The music choices were surprising, and I really liked them. As someone who lived for G&R it was great. I love the 80s. I love that the 80s are having a revival.

This film has some pretty ballsy themes like loss of faith, increase in worshiping celebrity heroes, nihilism, making the most of your life and courage in the face of mortality. It’s a marvel summer blockbuster movie; they aren’t going to go fully into it. I’m still impressed.

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Champagne Problems-Zemo x OC (wife)

Summary: Zemo gets drunk trying forget the loss of his wife and son and relives the fist time her met her. Based loosely off of Champagne problems by taylor swift

Warnings: Sad, cute, use of alcohol, mentions of death, cursing,let me know if i missed anything

But champagne wasn't enough. Not even the most expensive ones, which would usually be passed out at the most luxurious of parties. But this was not a time of celebration or joy. He walked slowly dressed in all black, eyes even darker than his coat, the poor man had lost everything significant in his life. As he reached the spot it began to pour rain and that only made him more miserable. Cold and wet. Clutching to the bouquet of roses he stared down at their graves. His wife: Adeline Dorothea Zemo. His son: Carl Helmut Zemo. He should have never left you both in that car with his father. Oh, his father, who taught him everything, to catch a ball, to write and read, and what had he done in return? Left him to die with his family.

"Draga, I have failed you." He sighs and sets the bouquet in front of her grave, the rain not letting up. He begins to reminiscent in the warm memories of when he first met the wondrous woman.

"Move out of the way! I'm so sorry!" Adeline was going as fast as she could on her bike. She had this crazy idea to attach a motor to the bike instead of having to pedal all over the hills of Sokovia. Her parents thought she was fucked in the head but that didn't stop her. And it had served her well for the first thirty minutes until she was being chased by the sokovian police for having an unregistered "vehicle" though she had tried to explain it was just a bike but they wouldn't take that for an answer.

Her once white converses which now had been stained brown from playing in the mud reached out and knocked over stacked boxes to slow down the officer. Her bright blue eyes looked over her shoulders laughing as they had to avoid them, her strawberry blonde hair blowing in the wind.

"Shit!" She lost control of the bike not looking where she was going, frantically moving the handle bars side to side trying to regain balance.

"Lookout!" She yelled trying to warn a teenage boy that had suddenly got in her way. But it was too late, she could see the shock on his face as she crashed into him pushing him to the ground landing on top of him. She lifted herself up, staring at the boy below her his chocolate brown eyes meeting hers. She had to admit he had beautiful features, his soft brown hair seemed to fall perfectly into place. Adeline shook out of her trance and stood up.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I did not mean to hit you I swear." She offered her hand to him and he took it pulling himself up.

"Don't worry, no harm done?" He smiled at her, he was quite angelic so she thought.

"Right." She couldn't help but laugh, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Eh hem" She stoped laughing, body going rigged as she turned around to face a Sokovian officer. "You're coming with me young lady."

"Oh don't worry about it officer. She's with me." The man looked over at the boy and recognized him immediately.

"Of course, I almost didn't recognize you Baron Zemo." Surprised Adeline looked over at the boy next to her, he was a Baron. Out of all the people she could've hit, why him? She could tell the officer was annoyed when turning around to leave that she got away with it but she wasn't complaining.

"I am super sorry, I didn't even realize who you were and-" she trailed off listing all the things she was sorry about. "-and please don't kill me." She probably should've stopped talking awhile ago but some would say she was a professional at apologizing.

"Hey calm down I'm not gonna kill you." He reassured her.

"Oh well that's a relief." He chuckled, despite knowing this girl for less than five minutes he already admired her. Her blue eyes filled with joy and her smile shining bright, and the faded freckles on her cheeks.

"What's your name if you don't mind me asking?"

"Adeline." She held out her hand as she introduced herself, formally this time.

"Well Adeline, I was about to go get ice cream. It would be shame if I had to go alone. He smirked as he carelessly flirted with her.

She giggled catching onto his hint. "It would be a tragedy wouldn't it?"

He was abruptly brought back to reality as one single tear glides down his cheek. He reached over to grab the bottle of champagne on the table. He was now back at his house drowning his sorrows away. He dug into his pocket pulling out a picture of you laughing resting your newborn son on your hip and in his other pocket, his mothers ring that he had given to you as a symbol of his love and devotion. He sighed in thought and poured himself another glass.

Oh champagne problems.

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Hey guys i hoped you enjoyed this! it's my first fanfic. Good news this is only one of multiple that i plan to write so if you wanna be on the tag list let me know!

I plan to base these off of taylor swift songs so if you wanna request anything you can, you can also request different characters, specifically from marvel.

#helmut zemo #wife and husband #marvel #original character #taylor swift #fluff #cute #baron zemo #champagne problems #marvel fanfic series #evermore #fanfic

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No One Is Coming

Robin had been stuck and isolated for about a week, he doesn't even know where he is. No longer in Gotham that much seems clear, the people who took him. He didn't get to see them, he only knows they are using him, he's being tested? Or is this someone capturing him and using him as ransom and showing how he will break down and make whoever has to pay or whatever panic? Robin was stripped of all weapons and only had the inner layers of his suit. Simply long sleeved black shirt, pants and his mask. They even took off his boots and gloves. Robin was stuck, they obviously don't care for his identity they simply just want something.

By now, Robin had slowly lost his mind. He was angry at first, angry at the people who took him, angry at how long it was taking his family to come and then angry at himself for getting kidnapped. Then he became sad, hoping that someone would come. Being trapped alone with his thoughts without being able to take medication for a week fucked up his mind. The voices became so loud he could barely speak or move, the people who appeared in his mind stood there judging him.

Robin gave a compulsive laugh to no one in particular "Hah, no one is coming... no one's coming to get me. Might as well give up. They hated me right? Are you all happy that I'm listening? You're right... they hate me, no one's coming to get me. I wonder if I'll die here, alone and forgotten?" Robin curled in on himself and buried his head behind his knees "STOP JUDGING ME! I WAS WRONG I GET THAT NOW" Robin kept laughing unable to stop himself. It's funny... how after all this time of hoping, trying and working, nothing ever worked. At the end of the day they all hated him.

Maybe father is finally happy to be rid of such a nuisance. Pennyworth won't have to deal with me, Timothy will celebrate alongside Jason. Duke would barely bat an eye to my existence. Stephanie would be relived and Cassandra would agree to it all. Then Richard... Richard can go on without me annoying him. Maybe they'll be happy.

Failure

So long to realize it

I know, I doubted every voice... but it's true isn't it?

What is the real question?

...

Say it

...

Go on, you know you want to

...Was I ever really a part of this family?

No, no you aren't

I'm not

You are alone and will never be found

Die as a Wayne and be known as an Al Ghul, you will never be forgiven

I will die alone... No one is coming...

"No one is coming... are you happy I said it? No one is coming! Hahaha! NO ONE IS COMING TO GET ME! HAHAha... ha-" His laughter was interrupted with a sniff as his nose got stuffed as he cried "No one is coming... no one will come for me"

After a half hour of finishing crying, noises that Robin didn't register sounded from afar.

"Robin"

No one is coming for me... no one is coming. They never wanted to

"He's in emotional shock from isolation"

No one is here to save me, I have nothing

I have no way to escape, no way to be saved. No one is coming.

Damian sat up opening his eyes to see more people around.

"...I- I thought you wouldn't show anymore? I told you, you were right... stop judging me. I already admitted to being wrong, so stop staring me like that. I know no one is coming for me... they hate me"

"Damian"

"We don't hate you"

"Can you hear us?"

"Will he be okay?"

"No one is coming... no one will ever come. I am alone, mother was right to have left me, I was never loved in the first place. I know that now... I know that no one is coming"

"Damian, listen it's Dick. Can you hear me? Give me a sign that you can hear me"

"...Richard... he is glad that he no longer has to deal with me being annoying. They will all be happier"

"Damian, listen to me bud. I'm going to say something important"

"..." Damian looked at Dick, still slightly out of it.

"We don't hate you. We were looking all over for you. Whatever they did to you, whatever you heard isn't true. We all love you. We would fight anyone for you. You're our baby brother. We love you"

Damian's eyes glistened in the light as he cried for what felt like the tenth time since being alone for so long. "You came? You came to get me?" "Of course we did, we always will" "Y-You came... I was saved... I was saved"

#damian wayne #damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it #dick grayson #mentioned cassandra cain #mentioned jason todd #mentioned bruce wayne #mentioned tim drake #mentioned stephanie brown #mentioned duke thomas #mentioned alfred pennyworth #tw isolation #don't ask why I went with this #I don't even know why

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