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luvyeni · 7 months

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❛LOVE N’ DEVOTION❜ ( y. jeongin )

p. yandere!jeongin x yandere!reader w. 1.3k+

warnings? dark fic, toxic relationship, minor characters death, mentions of blood, oral sex ( m. receiving ), shower sex, rough sex, unprotected sex,

— 𖦹 ( both of you are willing to do crazy things to show your devotion for each other ) !

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you waited for the girl to walk away , excusing yourself , making your way over to the bar. “i'll have another margarita.” you asked the bar tender. “that will be 7.50.” he said. “i'll pay for it.” the boy handed over his card. “coming right up.”

you turned to boy leaning down , to where he could only hear. “she’ll die by the end of the night if she touches you again.” you whispered in jeongin's ear , anger and jealousy laced in your voice making the boy smirked. “really?” he loved seeing you like this , seeing how far he get you.

“and what about him.” He pointed to the guy across the bar who waiting for your return. “can i kill your date , if you kill mine.” the girl came back to the bar , just as the bartender , returned back with your drink. “your drink ma'am.” you thanked him , eyeing the boy as you walked away , still in earshot.

“innie.” you stopped dead in your tracks , jeongin taking notice of this. “innie who was that girl? do you know her?” the boy knew he should’ve chosen his next words wisely , but he couldn’t help himself. “no , just some girl.”

you bitterly made your way back to your table , ready for this date to be over.

jeongin watched you flirt extra hard with the guy , with a murderous glint in his eyes , how fucking dare that guy touch you like that , he’ll cut off every single one of his fingers for touching what’s his.

both of you knew you’d be here with other people , it’s the same routine – you break up , you find a random person to go on a date , knowing the other will show up , and at the end of the night both of you end up back at his house , covered in blood.

“jesus princess , all this blood.” he chuckled opening the door for you. “had the bitch not called you innie i may have let her live.” You took your heels off throwing them to the side. “keep it up and the cops will be sure to find you.” He closed the door.

“where is he?” he pointed to his garage. “i killed him already , he didn’t put up much of a fight.” you shrugged , “too bad he was cute.” he scoffed , his bloody hand wrapping around your throat , slamming you against the wall.

“princess you may have a few loose screws in your head , but you aren’t stupid , say some stupid shit like that again and i'll cut your tongue out.” he growled , squeezing. “you understand.” You nodded , and he let you go , you coughed. “now be a good girl and get on your knees.”

you obeyed , looking up at him through your lashes. “you’re hard even after killing someone.” You undid his jeans , letting them pool at his ankles , pulling at his boxer , his cock springing out , hitting his stomach. “says the slut covered in blood about to suck my cock.”

you took him into your mouth , but he quickly grabbed your hair. “if you bite me , i'll kill you.” he slowly moved your head , letting go while you kept going , bobbing your head up and down. “f-fuck that’s it suck my cock.” he groaned.

“if you don’t speed up , im gonna fuck your throat.” he grunted , but you ignored his request. “you’re really being a brat tonight.” he yanked on your hair , keeping it still as he thrusted into your mouth. “is it that girl -fuck- is it what she said?” he didn’t even let you answer before he , came with a grunt. “ngh , fuck!”

he let you go , spit and his seed dripping down your chin. “don’t mention that bitch.” you spat bitterly. “even her blood is making me angry.” he smirked , you truly were just as crazy as he was.

you weren’t always like this , you were once normal – that was until jeongin , he did this to you. when you first started dating , he was nice , but then as time went off , he began to slowly remove people out of your life , gaslighting you into thinking they were bad for you , and that you only had him.

you didn’t know how dangerous he was until one night he came home covered in the blood of some random guy he thought was looking at you. that’s when you should’ve left , called the cops , but you didn’t and everything just went to hell.

he'd find ways to break you , little by little , until those no longer worked , then he up the ante. while you continued to stay at his house , no one to go to , only having him , and he knew that – that’s when the girls came in.

he’d bring home random girls , not to sleep with them , but to put fear into your heart , that he could find someone better , when he knew he couldn’t , he was addicted to you , he just wanted to see what you’d do.

eventually , that fear boiled over and turned to anger , and that’s when you killed for the first time , and jeongin knew he had you forever , you were tied to him , you loved him and was devoted to him so much , that you’d kill just to be with him.

“you get so angry princess.” he pressed your naked wet body against the shower door , the blood mixed from your bodies making it’s way down the drain. “it’s so sexy.”

he held the flesh of your cheeks , spreading them , lining his cock with your hole. “fuck such a messy pussy , i can just-" you moaned as he slammed into you. “slide right in.”

he pulled out , pushing himself back into you. “fu-fuck jeongin!” you screamed as he fucked you , you gripped on to the side. “harder.” he slapped your ass. “you truly are my little pain slut.” he reached around squeezing you boobs , rutting his hips into you. “my crazy little pain slut.”

He pulled out of your hole , flipping you around , holding you up against the wall , wrapping your legs around his waist , filling you back up with his cock. “innie!” your nails raked down his arm , scratching his back.

“fuck.” he hissed , his hand once again coming up to your neck , his thrust hitting deeper. “my crazy girl , you’d kill for me wouldn’t you.” he squeezed. “y-you know i would.” you managed to get out. “say it then." he said. “say you’d kill for me.”

“fu-fuck innie , im gonna cum!” you screamed. “hold it , you’re not cumming until you say it.” You whined. “sh-shit , i will kill for you innie.” you cried tears spilling down your face. “good girl , you can cum.” you gripped his shoulders leaving more marks as you came.

he didn’t stop once you came , his thrust became more erratic , he was close to cumming himself. “you don't have to worry princess, im -fuck- im all yours , how many people do I have to kill to prove it to you.” he groaned. “i'll do it , i'll kill anyone I have to.” he felt the band snap in his stomach , cumming.

he let you down , holding you up due to your jelly legs. he helped you wash the rest of the blood off your bodies , turning the shower off. he carried your body to the bed , both of you not bothering to put on clothes.

“you have to get rid of his body.” you said. “i will later.” he wanted to wait for you to go to sleep. “you shouldn’t bring them back here anymore , im tired of cleaning up blood.” you whined. “i'll do it this time crazy girl.” you pouted. “don’t call me crazy , you’re just as crazy.” he chuckled.

“whatever you say darling.”

©LUVYENI

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 2 months

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I'm really sick and Satan's sacrificial waterfall is here AT THE SAME TIME!

I don't know if you do blurbs or headcannons, but if so, would you be willing to write for the boys (either taskforce 141, or singular characters,) taking care of an afab reader who has never had anyone wanting to take care of them?

If not, sorry to bother!

I don't typically take requests but... since I'm in the same boat (sacrificial waterfall is probably going to come over the weekend for me), I'll 100% do it.

A while back I also posted this: "You're feeling ill" and it's also along the same vein, if you'd like an extra little pick me up.

Period woes.

Rating: G Words: 1K~ tags: afab!reader but you/your pronouns, SFW!, fluff, comfort, periods and associated symptoms.

A person’s period might be the most hypocritical moment of their routine. They’re expected to continue moving, working and living their live as normal, all with a smile on their face, while their uterus actively attempts to cut off its own circulation… as if for any other injury or sickness you wouldn’t be expected to lay down and STOP for a moment and allow yourself to heal up, or at least improve enough to not be miserable.

But no. You’re expected to deal with it alone, to not show a reaction, to not be irritable, or groaning and writhing in pain. Take a shower, stock up on painkillers and slap a smile on your face, you’ve gotta go out in the world and act as if you’re not actively dreading every waking moment you spend on your feet.

That’s why you’ve learned to hide it when you’re going through your monthly. Your family, partners… not even your girlfriends know when you’re having it. Ever since you were a young teen, just starting out, it was very much a conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know, sort of moment.

But it’s miserable. You’re always miserable. Everything hurts, the cramps, the headaches, the back pain, hip pain, your sore chest… Plus the blood, the lack of appetite (or increase in appetite), the nausea, the fact you want to cry one moment, or break dishes and scream the next, the way your colleagues annoy you beyond compare, how certain sounds grit your nerves just. enough. to make you feel like you’re losing it… And then you can’t sleep.

And of course… he notices it. How could he not?

Ghost is discreet about it. He doesn’t mention it, doesn’t make a big deal about it… But he’s VERY good at taking care of you without you noticing he’s doing it. His love language is acts of service… So he simply goes around giving you a hand on whatever you might need. Food? Made. Dishes? Done. Laundry? Washed, Dried, Folded and Put Away. He finds you trying to do something? No. Give it here, he’ll do it.

The inevitable day that a leak happens and you find yourself angry at yourself as you strip the bedsheets off the bed, trying to be discreet about it so he doesn’t see it, he silently grabs the sheets off your hands and murmurs a “Go take a shower and change. I’ve got this.” before turning to put the sheets in the washer, clean the mattress and remake the bed so you can lay down again by the time your shower is over. It makes you emotional, sometimes, that such a stoic man will gladly take on every other responsibility to allow you to heal.

Gaz, blessed be him, is an absolute sweetheart… But he’s also a silly boy. He notices and although he’s not going to make a big deal about it, he’s still very… Boyish about it. Uses all the silly names for your period (“The Communists are coming”, “Shark week”, “Satan’s waterfall”, “Carrie”) and affectionately calls you “My little ketchup packet”.

He’s all for ordering takeout and getting you whatever you want when and how you want it. He’ll rub your back and be very careful about where and how he touches you. He’s ginger with touches around your waist and lower stomach, looks at you with those big brown eyes of his, as if checking that he’s not hurting you or crossing a boundary. You find yourself getting emotional when he whispers about how strong you are to deal with this every month… Keeps asking gently if you need anything… It makes you feel so safe.

Price’s older. He’s been in many relationships before. He notices your period is coming before it even does… Notices how you’re acting. Jumpier, grumpier, sadder… Notices how you toss and turn the couple of nights leading up to it. And he’s silently prepared. He’s made a supply run to the grocery store to get what brand of period products you use and some painkillers and puts them where you can see them in the bathroom.

Fills you up with warm herbal tea and food that he knows are easy to digest and help with your state. No fucking chocolate and sugar or potato chips, you’re being pumped full of soups and stews and veggies and cut up fruit. He’ll sit by your side with a paring knife and an apple and slowly peel, core and cut it, before slowly feeding you (and himself) the slices. When you try to resist it, at first, too used to doing things alone, he’ll grab your face with both hands, look into your eyes and tell you. “And why exactly would I let you do that, when you’ve got me here to help you? How does that make sense?”

Soap’s… Well… Soap’s got a bunch of sisters… Each of them dealing with their periods in wildly different ways... So one thing he knows for sure: He’s not about to assume anything. You do what you’ve got to, he’ll adjust to you. He needs to go to the bathroom but you’re in there? Copy that, he’ll go piss in the yard. You’re having a cry in the kitchen because nothing looks good but you’re hungry? Talk it out with him, what do you want to eat? Let’s figure it out together, bonnie. You need to lie down in a dark room because of a migraine or headache or just to catch on sleep you’ve missed? Johnny’s blacked out every window, gathered every stray pillow and blanket in the house and will make you a nest if he’s got to.

And when you wake up in the middle of the night with a whine and a stretch because your back hurts and you’ve got cramps and cannot for the life of you get comfortable, Johnny’s hands are rubbing over you, pressing kisses to your temple and murmuring little “I ken, love… It’ll be over soon… I’m sorry you’re going through this…”

#ikea writes 💚#cod fanfic #cod headcanons #reqs #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #feeling sick #sickness #menstruation

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ferris-the-wheel · 2 months

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Posted 3/8/24

Fyodor Dostoevsky Relationship Headcanons

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor x gn!reader

A/N: This was pretty fun to make and I kinda wanna do this with more BSD characters. Who am I kidding- I'm totally doing this with other BSD characters.

: ̗̀➛ Not proofread, may be some mistakes.

TW: Semi-controlling behavior (but not super overbearing???)

⁂ Pretty much no one knows you exist, not even anyone in the Decay of Angels.

⁂ That's because he doesn't want to risk you getting taken hostage or killed by his enemies (which he has a lot of, obviously). He also doesn't trust the DOA members not to try to use you to get the upper hand against him.

⁂ You're one of his two weaknesses and he doesn't want anyone to exploit that fact.

⁂ One of his plans for preventing anyone from finding out about you is that he would buy a comfortable house for you to live in in a less populated area outside of the city, but you declined. You insisted that since no one even knew that you were connected to each other, you could live in the city.

⁂ He reluctantly agreed but made sure to install a bunch of security cameras to the place you were living at in the city, as well as teaching you how to use a variety of types of guns.

⁂ Whenever he's just sitting around (usually while his plans are unfolding and causing chaos), he'll just be eager to get back home to you. He would also plan out the whole evening in his head, knowing how it would go before it was even past noon.

⁂ While normally, the only side of himself that he let's people see is that he's soulless and doesn't care about anything. However, you know that this isn't exactly the case. While yes, he does act like that, he shows a different side, only around you.

⁂ He still has a certain coldness to him (personality wise as well as being ice cold to the touch lol), but he's nicer toward you than he is to anyone else. Of course, that's not to say that he's a complete angel. He's very protective of you if you couldn't tell so he tends to ask where you're going when you go out and may follow you to make sure that you're safe.

⁂ He can be a bit of a control freak, but that's kind of something that you have to put up with. For example, if he wants something from you, such as a kiss, he will do pretty much anything to get it (in cases where you don't want to or aren't in the mood). He would be a bit manipulative/deceptive with his methods, but nothing like downright abusive or anything. He tries to dial it down when something really bothers you, though.

⁂ He can be... just a bit jealous (let's be real, he can be pretty damn jealous). He doesn't see why you waste your attention on other less competent, boring people, but he doesn't force you not to hang out with anyone.

⁂ He does let you have friends and connections, he just warns you not to tell them about him. He does very extensive background checks on the people you hang out with, just to make sure they aren't governments agents or members of the Port Mafia. Yeah, no one knows that you and Fyodor are connected at all, but he's just covering all his bases.

⁂ If someone tries to hit on you or anything like that, good luck to them. Fyodor would probably find out immediately and either one of two scenarios would occur:

1. He would ask that you not hang out with said person anymore and would convince you to completely cut that person out of your life.

Or the more dramatic option.....

2. He would simply make that person disappear. It would just happen. Of course, he had nothing to do with their disappearance. Feel free to interpret that how you will.

⁂ Sometimes he'll offer to let you have his ushanka for a while since he likes seeing you wear it. In fact, it soon became a routine: when he came home, he'd take off his coat and hang it up, then he'd locate you and place the ushanka on your head. He didn't always give it up easily though. He'd sometimes demand something in return.

⁂ When Fyodor wants to relax, he'll lay his head down in your lap and have you mess around with his hair. It doesn't matter if you're just mussing it up or if you're just combing it, he loves the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

BSD taglist: @edith-is-a-cat @twst-om-lover @l7k-a @lyle-my-beloved @xen-blank @cookiesandbiscuits @mermaidfanficlibrary

Reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♥︎

#fyodor dostoevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor bsd #fyodor dostoevsky bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #gn!reader

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gentil-minou · 5 months

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Chapter Four of once upon a time, 很久很久以前

Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time where all of jianghu has been cursed to live miserable lives in modern times without their memories and only Wei Wuxian can save them...except he doesn't remember either.

Wangxian + A-Yuan | Ch 4 | 11K | Rated M

Specific Chapter CW: Smut scene (masturbation, body worship)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has Self-Esteem Issues, Single Parent Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Curses, Alternate Universe - Once Upon a Time Fusion

Chapter Summary

Lan Wangji spent the last few years honing his morning routine into an efficiently precise art form. Everything had gone exactly according to plan, executed perfectly, as befitting a proper Lan. Except this past weekend was a significant deviation from all of that. This past weekend he’d lost and found his son, and found and lost Wei Ying. Suddenly, Lan Wangji’s carefully cultivated morning routine disappears into smoke and ash. -- Lan Wangji is still reeling from his disastrous encounter with the strangely familiar Wei Ying, but perhaps fate's design will offer him a second chance.

Preview under the cut

This past weekend he’d lost and found his son, and found and lost Wei Ying.

Suddenly, Lan Wangji’s carefully cultivated morning routine disappears into smoke and ash.

Monday morning, he begins his day by oversleeping and missing his natural wake-up time by twenty minutes. He, for the first time ever, groggily rolls out of bed, searching fruitlessly for his phone which he normally keeps on the dresser on the far side of the room. He finds it buried amongst the sheets in which he’d spent the night before tossing and turning as he'd checked his email and messages again and again.

He commits mistake after mistake as he hastily tries to fix his bed, ruining creases that had been strategically embedded into the sheets by years of habit. He finds himself growing increasingly agitated, breath huffing in almost a growl. At last, Lan Wangji surrenders and stumbles into the bathroom, leaving the red fleece blanket he’d bought yesterday spontaneously in a messy pile at the center of the bed.

His morning meditation is useless and he ends it after five minutes where an endless chorus of Lan Zhan! sings inside his head. He puts his sneakers on left foot first instead of right, nearly tripping over them, and even inputs the wrong code for the security system three times before finally arming it.

He misses a turn on his run and ends up taking a different route around the lake that requires Lan Wangji to double back along the beach. He grits his teeth as his sneakers collect enough coarse sand to construct a sandpit in his backyard.

When Lan Wangji at last arrives back home, he immediately enters the kitchen and downs a glass of water in a single gulp. The glass nearly shatters when he slams it onto the counter, out of breath and feeling even more disconcerted than he did when he woke up.

Then, he stares at the spot where Wei Ying had been sitting just twenty-four hours ago. The stool he’d perched on, limbs akimbo like he’d never sat properly at any point in his life. The countertop Wei Ying had leaned on, inching further into Lan Wangji’s space, brown eyes teasing.

He remembers the way Wei Ying had chewed on his bottom lip when he was thinking, how entranced Lan Wangji had been by the freckle under that lip. How every time Wei Ying would gnaw on its dry skin, Lan Wangji had found himself torn between offering him chapstick or biting those lips himself.

How he wouldn’t have even needed that excuse, how close they’d come to him being able to act on his every desire with Wei Ying’s enthusiastic consent…

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al1v3-p03ts-s0ci3ty · 3 months

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Hi! Can you write a Meeks one shot? (Fem!reader or GN!reader) where you're both nerds lmao, just some fluff :]

Hiiii :] I don't usually write Meeks stuff so forgive me if this is kind of out of character.

Essentially the gang plays d&d, on their way back to their dorms Meeks compliments YN on how well they played the game! I hope you enjoy >:] I haven't properly gone over this or corrected any grammar, so I apologise.

The room was the most quiet it had ever been, it wasn't normal for the common room to be this still. Though it was silent, the tension could be cut with a knife.

All the poets were gathered around the main table, usually used for studying, but occasionally the group enjoyed fantasy games aswell.

Neil was at the head of the table, there was a notebook in his hand which contained all of the outcomes of the story and characters depending on your dice roll. He was the dungeon master.

Todd and Charlie's characters had died not long ago, they were both waiting in anticipation. Pitts sat at the opposite head of the table, waiting for you to toss the dice. You could feel all 5 pears of eyes burning into you.

The dice were warm in your hand, the air in the room buzzed. This is what you've been waiting for. For weeks now, the poets would gather here and play d&d, it was different from their routinely meetings in that old cave.

Then there was a whisper. "No pressure, take your time." Meeks' voice was just as genuine as it always was. He was so kind to you and he knew exactly how to help during high stress situations just as this one.

You and him had been the only ones to have come this far in the game.

Neil was rather harsh with his villains, most of them had killed off the other members of the group. Other than Charlie of course, who rolled a 1 and his character tripped over a rock and died in the beginning of this session. But he still stuck around, curious of the ending of the game.

"Okay..." You say, your voice shaking.

You toss the dice at the table.

Everyone seemed to gasp and stand in unison, trying to get a better look at the dice.

Though, this didn't do much as the dice had managed to hit the table and bounce in the opposite direction of where you intended it to land.

"Turn on the light!" Charlie's voice was loud and rushed in comparison to the other silent poets.

Neil, being closest to the switch, turned on the light. It was pretty much no use as nobody saw exactly where the dice went.

You stutter, your anxiety getting to you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't worry about it." Meeks gave your arm a kind reassuring squeeze. You're sure that just his smile could make you feel better in a time like this, he didn't need to say anything at all, but he did.

"Thanks..." Your voice went quiet as the other members of the group went around the room looking for the dice.

"It couldn't have gone far." Charlie called from the other side of the room. "Geez, how hard did you throw it?" He laughed.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could Meeks nudged you lightly. "Don't listen to him, you know how Charlie gets." Meeks voice was a whisper in your ear. His words never failed to make you smile.

After a small while of searching for the missing dice, the group gave up.

"It'll probably show up later," Neil chimed in while everyone collected their things to leave, "I wouldn't worry about it." Even though it was his dice that you lost he seemed completely unbothered, but that was Neil, he was an optimist after all.

"Still though," you began, "I'm sorry. I promise I'll look for them tomorrow."

Neil waved his hand toward you, dismissing what you said. You often wondered how he could be so calm with the group.

Most of the posts had left the room by this time, the only people left in the room were you and Meeks, though he seemed to be waiting for you.

Once you'd gathered your things and slung your bag over your shoulder, your short friend held the common room door open for you. 'What a gentleman.' you thought.

"Good game." His voice was just as quiet and soft as always but it still held the level of excitement that he had when he was in that room. "You handled some of those last guys really well, especially considering the rest of the group weren't playing."

The door closed behind you both. The halls were empty now, the other members had gone to their dorms already.

"You think so?" You say, masking your insecurity behind a chuckle. The other poets often complimented eachother on how they'd done during their games, but it was different coming from Meeks.

"Of course I do." The smile on his face hasn't faded, not even for a second. "You were so strategic and you knew exactly what to do." He looked up at you while you both walked through the quiet halls. "That's a quality I really admire."

You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks. "Really?"

He nodded in response to your question as if the answer was obvious. The feeling you got from talking to Meeks never got old, you couldn't possibly get bored of this even if you tried.

"I can walk you back to your dorm if you'd like?" His voice was a little more quiet now than it normally is and you noticed him fidgeting with the hem of his blazer. Had you made him nervous somehow?

"Sure." You took a mental note to repeat every detail of this moment to Neil when you had the chance.

You turned slightly and caught a glimpse of Meeks' now blush pink face and that adorable smile that he had plastered on him.

"You did great too," you said, breaking the silence, "I wouldn't have been able to do any of those things without you." The volume of your voice shrunk down while you spoke.

"No way, that was all you!" He said in disbelief.

"You're kidding! There's no way I couldv'e played a game that well without you." Both of your voices were booming, you both spoke with such passion.

Too quickly had you reached your own dorm room, you regretted leaving the common room so soon. Though, it was late and if you didn't get any rest now you'd definitely regret it in the morning.

"Thank you for walking me here." You stood just beside the closed door.

"It's no problem." He said, the kindness in his voice was prominent.

"I really appreciate it." You smile back at him. Your cheeks were obviously rosy now and there was no way of hiding in. However, the same thing could be said about the boy infront of you.

There was a pause before either of you started talking again, a moment of silence neither of you had really noticed. Being in his presence was just so calming to you, the time you spent together flew by so fast.

"I should get going..." He shook his head, as though he was trying to pull himself from a trance.

"Yeah..." You nodded, your voice was slow. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you." Just as he turned to leave he flashed you that cute smile again. "Goodnight!"

"Night!" You gave him a quick wave before entering your dorm room. After closing the door you sunk down beside it. Your face was bright red thinking about him, Steven Meeks. Who knew he could have such an affect on you.

#ask #my post #my fic #dead poets society #steven meeks #steven meeks x reader #text post

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krunchycrispy · 1 year

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One thing that’s always nice to come across is an actors au for a show/game. So here’s some of the bad batch

Most of the batchers are siblings in real life. Echo and Fives are twins, they can also do really good voice impressions of each other. During The Clone Wars, the twins had this thing of swapping armour for entire scenes and just play each other. It gave some members of staff trust issues.

For the clone wars and the bad batch the producers wanted actors who looked like each other and the clones to play the bad batch, so when Echo and Fives mentioned they have these cousins who are quadruplets and look quit similar to them, auditions were scheduled.

Wrecker didn’t need to go through any bodybuilding prior to the show, he was already buff enough.

Tech struggled a bit at first with the goggles, since they were more for costume than to actually see. He puts his normal glasses back on between scenes.

Crosshair missed a target once, and hit a member of staff on the forehead. Everyone laughed it off and called it “50 points headshot” but his brothers still don’t let him live it down.

They have photos of posing next to the Padme poster that was originally used on set for their ship before the scene was cut.

When they found out they were liked enough to get their own show they were surprised. For weeks on end after Hunter’s screensaver was Tech looking shocked. It was that funny.

Omega is also a relative. Maybe another cousin, or their little sister. But when they introduced her on set after her audition she ran in to hug her family as everyone was cheering about the coincidence. To quote a director; “How many of you guys are there?!”

Sometimes when someone is talking to another character whose face isn’t shown, actor B pulls faces to make actor A break character.

Omega and Wrecker had to be chased away from the mantel mix a few times on set.

After close combat scenes characters apologise to each other if someone got hit harder than intended. It’s never too hard, but the directors find it a bit jarring to stop filming the clone food fight and see everyone instantly go from aggressive and angry to “Sorry bud you good?”

It took Omega a few tries before hitting a clone of the head to start the food fight.

The family were honestly surprised at Crosshair’s acting and how he needed to go from threatening and cold to “Noooo Mayday!!”

The line where someone say’s “is there an Echo in here” and Echo introduces himself is improvised. He’s very proud of his little joke.

There’s dancing between takes.

Due to how much trauma the character’s go through. The actors all choreographed a few small dance routines they call the trauma dance, there’s actually a compilation of them online. Everyone has their dance

During a take the end of The Outpost a few lines were forgotten, and while there was a solid minuet of visibly hard and painful to look at improvising. Mayday had enough and lifted his head from the floor saying “I think that’s enough. Trauma dance time!” And started worming. Crosshair and the lieutenant cackled needed a few minuets to catch their breath from cackling so much.

Hunter and Mayday recreated the spider man pointing meme.

The batch like to swap helmets on set and wait until someone notices. Hunter and Echo got away with it for over 20 minuets during season 1.

Crosshair liked to fuck with the batch during the season 2 finale episodes.

During a take where Tech and Phee were saying goodbye the little shit started playing ‘can you feel the love tonight’ behind the camera.

They had to pause after Tech’s “death” because too many people were crying off camera.

The cast did an interview while playing with puppies. Including Dr Hemlock.

Speaking of Dr Hemlock, the hand thing he does in the show is actually just a habit he does in real life. The directors liked it and decided to keep it.

Did I mention that the actors mess around during takes?

While Omega was leaning over Crosshair on the table in the s2 finale, he opened his eyes and said “Good morning” with a smug voice. Omega instantly broke character snorting.

Fives once snuck on set where he and Echo decided to try their old clone wars trick. Echo gave Fives his costume and he played the character for multiple scenes until the helmet needed to be removed after a battle and BOOM! It’s the wrong twin delivering the lines flawlessly as if they were filming like normal while the other actors inside the set for The Marauder are freaking out and being all:

#the bad batch #the bad batch actor au #Star Wars #the bad batch spoilers #hunter the bad batch #tech the bad batch #wrecker the bad batch #echo the bad batch #crosshair the bad batch #omega the bad batch #hunter #tech #echo #wrecker #crosshair #omega #tbb spoilers

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hii i loved your vance fic. could i request a vance x male!reader where they're both these metalhead tough guys and they're rivals and they often fight but vance has a crush on the reader so one time he helps him in a fight when he gets outnumbered and confesses afterwards? i know it's very specific but the vance brainrot is realll

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SM😭 this is so cute bro tysm, i love specific requests so never apologies for it!!

requests are open! i have my masterlist 4 characters up!

lord this ended up so long

Vance Hopper x Male Reader!

Warnings: Semi-graphic injury mentioning, Fighting, Language, Lots of anger

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You had a notorious reputation around school, kids often avoided you just to ensure their safety. They gossiped about you, naming you as vindictive, always the topic of conversations when you walked around. Your style, your hair, your taste, but what you hated most was the comparisons. You prided yourself about your identity, the life you'd formed for yourself, but the moment that Vance Hopper was brought up, it was always to compare, you practically lived in his shadow, and it enraged you. You and him were the same age, same grade, same everything, yet he'd somehow made his mark, and made it better than yours. Everyone noted your hatred, and they took it with caution, but it didn't stop the talk, and over time, it was like adding gasoline to the fire, eventually you two becoming known rivals.

You didn't exactly know if Vance actually hated you back, you never spoke to him in the first place. Sure, passing classes & outside of school made you have a glimpse of him, but it never escalated. The few times you managed to look at him, you saw the similarities, and it made you hate him even more. You hated his golden locks that sat gently on his face, the way he could keep an angry, hard face, even while bloody, the way his jacket featured his arms perfectly for your eyes,

yeah, of course, thats how you felt, and what you felt was 100%, undoubtedly anger.

"Go fuck yourself shithead. I'll kick your fuckin' ass!"

Your voice hissed out to the kids infront of you. It was a Sunday, one if the few days you were free, and it happened to be at Grab N' Go. You picked up your soda from the fridge, listening hazily to Black Sabbath, continuing on your normal Sunday routine. Your hair brushed against your eyes as you walked on, but before you made it to the register, two kids bumped into your shoulder, making you drop the soda that laid lightly in your hands.

Hitting the ground, it broke, and you felt the anger coming up, heart to throat. Chest tightening with rapid breaths coming in. Gazing up, narrowing your eyes at the dipshits who made you break it, you sighed. They looked at you, laughing to themselves about you.

"Hey dumbass, you dropped something,"

Their laughter cut them off, covering their mouths comically. Looking down, you saw that the top of the bottle was still in tact, from the cap to the middle. You closed your eyes, and bent down to pick it up, and as soon as you made it back up, not satisfying them with vocal anger, you whipper the glass down onto one of the kids heads.

"Augh! What the fuck dude!"

You noticed how the injured kid bent down to shield his head, while the other got into a charging stance, ready to tackle you. Raising your right leg, you kicked the kid in the stomach, sending him down onto the wet floor. Taking steps over to him, you failed to take in the crowd that was forming as you bent down, picking the collar of his shirt up, and sending a punch to his head.

"Next time, watch where you're fucking going kid."

Truthfully, you were royally pissed off. A broken drink, two injured kids, but silencing yourself for a moment, you didn't hear the lady at the register dialing the cops, so you took your chances. Stepping on both kids hands before you left, you dashed out of the mart, trying to leave before the cops would show up to cuff you.

Reaching the pavement with your boots, something behind you caught your jacket, and threw you to the ground, the crowd now moving outside to see your commotion.

Turning over, you found three more kids holding you down, trying to overpower you, one kid on each of your legs, and the other holding your chest down.

Which brought you back to the present, cueing your response,

"Go fuck yourself shithead. I'll kick your fuckin' ass!"

"Make us dickbag!"

You thrashed under them, the crowd that formed around you cheering. Baring your teeth, you brought up a hand, which they idiotically let be free, up to boy infront of you, hitting his jaw with brute force. He stumbled back, letting yourself have more mobility, but it wasn't for long, the other two came to where he left off, and stopped restraining, beginning to kick & throw punches your way, disorienting you. Their punches were disorderly and messy, but with some landing on the side of your head, you began to breath oddly, and feel a heavy sense of exhaustion come over you.

The crowds shouting was going in and out, louder and quieter every few moments, you knew you were close to leaving, but atleast you put up your fair fight.

Closing your eyes, you accepted it, you did what you could, injured three kids, that's pretty good.

Your ears rang quietly at first, but something caused an uproar, the ringing getting higher pitched, aching. The weight that was on top of you was lifted off in an instant, you could breath again. It was painful to even move, but you were able to merely open your eyes, and what you saw made your breathing hitch to a stop.

Vance, The Vance Hopper was punching the shit out of one kid, while another kid was curled over, holding her stomach. You tried to steady yourself up on your elbows, but standing by yourself wasn't an option, you felt your leg tremble, shaking at the slightest weight.

Kids started to notice you getting back up, snd it only made your surroundings even louder, they were in awe that you were actually conscious, the beating was evident, there was blood all over your face and shirt, but you managed to stay lively, deciding you could leave Vance the job he graciously took to kick those kids asses.

Your eyes fluttered back open, you must've taken a swift nap when you saw your saving grace help you. Remembering the way Vance kicked the shit out of those kids made your heart flutter, and your stomach flip in a good way.

Gasping for air, you had a hand now on your back, easing you up to a standing position, being gentle of where you seemed to ache most. You felt the pressure everywhere, but you wanted to know if it was the police escorting you to your weekly mandated jail time. But when your eyes landed on the figure, your eyes widened, eyebrows upturning.

"Hey stranger, how you holdin' up there?"

Vance's smile met your eyes, it was warm & goofy, like he didn't just beat the shit out of some kids for your safety. You wanted to say something, but when you spoke, your throat was dry & scratchy, the taste of blood drying on your lips didn't help either. What you did manage to say, was a shortened version of your paragraph long thoughts.

"V-Vance? Why?"

He chuckled at your voice, somehow knowing you wanted to say more. But he paused, giving you a look you've never received before, longingly staring at you. It was admiration, as you later realized. You were covered in blood, some your own, some not, but in Vance's mind, he thought your courage was strong, and seeing you like this made him fall for you harder.

"When I saw you gettin your ass kicked, I had somethin in me, flip, y'know? I just knew helping you could maybe, I don't know, clear up our strained feelings?"

He wanted to say more, you saw the look in his eyes, it was eager to do something else to you, but from what he said, you took it in.

"S-sure mm-man, whatever."

You gave him a warm smile, he did save your ass after all, but when you went to speak again, he cut you off.

"Listen, I need to tell you something."

You nodded shallowly, awaiting his words while trying not to escalate your headache.

"You were pretty badass out there. I've watched you fight before dude, your tough as nails, and I can't help but get this weird feelin in me, even after fights. I think,"

He paused, thinking over his next words,

"I think I.. like you? Is that weird? Is that gay to say or..?"

You couldn't help but laugh as he asked that, the irony of the situation and his wording was humorous, but when he admitted it, his face showing genuine truth, you felt your heart beat faster, you were excited, thrilled even. Seeing you laugh made his nerves calm down, his hold on you becoming caring, rubbing your back so you could clear your mind to think.

"Vance you're so fucking stupid, but, I like you too."

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i know this was a bit long, but i hope you liked it!! i had sm fun writing this omg 🫶🫶

requests r open, masterlist is up! have a lovely night

#vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #black phone #the black phone 2022 #queer #gay #confused vance #hes a little dumb #but hes sweet #the black phone #thriller #vance hopper x male reader

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miamochi-writes · 1 year

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Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 7

“Made it home safe! Good night y/n :)”

“Good night Vash :)”

You held your phone to your chest as you noticed your heart was racing slightly just thinking about him and the next time you see him. He was definitely one of the best dates you had so far.

~*~

Ever since that night, you have been looking forward to finishing the game with Vash again. Even the next day while you were doing your errands you couldn’t stop thinking about him and how fun it was to spend time with him. By Monday, you went about your normal routine with the kids as you were leading the art activity. You got paper plates, glue sticks, crayons, safety scissors, googly eyes, and fuzzy wires to get the kids to create animals of their choosing.

“Remember if you need any help, let Vash and I know okay?” you told them

“Okay!” the kids agreed in unison.

“Oh and don’t forget we’re going to the zoo in a few days! So remind your parents to fill out the paper so you can go!” Vash added as you brought out the permission slips.

“Wow we get to go to the zoo?” Eli asked.

“That’s so cool! I’ve been wanting to go see the lions!” Zac mentioned.

“Oh I wonder if we can pet one of the animals or feed them!” Marlo asked.

"Yes everyone! We should be able to do that. For now, focus on your paper plate so you can take them home and show them to your parents,” you reminded them. You and Vash would monitor the kids to make sure they were able to make the animal they wanted. Some of them would get a bit messy on the cutting or coloring but it added character to their plate. Vash then nudged you as you looked at him.

“I gotta prepare the snacks and drinks. Do you want anything?” he asked.

“Just a juice box, I’ll get a snack later,” you requested.

“You got it, I’ll be back,” he said and took his leave.

“Y/n, will you be with us at the zoo?” Mona asked.

“Of course! Vash, Liz, and the rest of the workers here will be with you. We’ll stick together so all of you can have fun,” you replied.

"I’m so excited! I gotta get momma to let me go!” Mona said.

“Me too!” Zac chimed in.

You kept monitoring until it was time for their recess. You told the kids they can continue working on their plates tomorrow, and to help you clean up. They all started singing the clean up song and putting stuff away. You collected their plates and made sure to put them in the crafts bin so they can work on it later.

“Okay everyone, ready for recess?” you asked as the kids cheered.

“Alright, line up and we’ll head outside. Then we can get our snacks later. Sound good?” you asked again.

“Yes y/n!” the kids answered and ran outside to play. You couldn’t help but admire their enthusiasm and wish you had a bit of their energy. You then felt someone tug on the end of your shirt.

“Hey Ginger, what’s the matter?” you asked the toddler as she looked a bit shy.

“Y/n, can I talk to you? I need your help,” she asked.

“Sure, let’s go outside and take a seat somewhere yeah?” you offered as she nodded. You walked to the picnic table where the kids would sometimes eat lunch at. Both of you took a seat and positioned yourself where you could see the kids but still faced Ginger so she knew you had her attention.

“Whats on your mind Ginger?” you questioned.

“It’s about the zoo. I want to go, but I’m scared,” she explained.

“What are you scared of Ginger?” you asked.

“You promise you won’t laugh?” she asked looking away.

“I pinky promise I won’t laugh, cross my heart,” you told her while extending your pinky. She reached her pinky and intertwined with yours.

“I’m scared of snakes y/n. Last time I saw a snake I was so scared I couldn’t move. I had an asthma attack and dad had to help me. I want to have fun with everyone and go but I’m worried dad won’t let me go,” Ginger explained further.

“Hmm, I see. Well I can talk to your dad about that. If you go, I’ll make sure you’re okay. We can avoid the part of the zoo that has snakes if you want. I know some of the other kids aren’t comfortable with seeing certain animals too, but that’s our little secret,” you mentioned giving her a little wink and put your index finger to your lips.

“Really? You’d do that?” she asked.

“Of course! Plus, I know Vash will have your inhaler just in case,” you added.

“Thank you y/n! You’re the best!” Ginger said as she gave you a hug.

“You’re welcome Ginger, I hope I was able to help. And you know you can always come to Vash and I if you need anything right?” you added.

“Yes! And of course! You two are my favorites after all!” she replied. You couldn’t help but smile at the comment.

“Thanks Ginger, now go play. I think your friends are waiting for you,” you pointed out as the rest of the kids were waving at her. Ginger then left to join.

“So what did I miss?” Vash asked as he took a seat next to you while handing you your juice box

“Ginger wants to go to the zoo, but she’s afraid of snakes. So I’m going to talk to her dad about it and how we can look after her,” you filled him in.

“I can help talk to him if you want,” he offered.

“That would be great! It would help since you’re pretty responsible,” you added.

“Of course! I’m always happy to help with anything you need,” he gleamed.

“Same here if you need anything,” you replied smiling at him as you sipped your drink.

The day went by quickly and it was time for the parents to pick up the kids. Both you and Vash were collecting or passing out the permission slips to each parent as the kids begged them to sign it.

“Mom, I want to go! I’ll be on my best behavior!”

“Dad, can you sign the paper so I can see the animals pretty please?”

“Mom you need to sign the paper so I can join my friends at the zoo!”

Eventually, Ginger’s dad arrived as you and Vash stood up while Ginger walked up.

“Hi sweetie! Ready to go?” he asked.

“Daddy, before we go I want to ask you something. Could you sign the paper so I can go to the zoo. I really want to go,” Ginger pleaded.

“You sure sweetie? You’re afraid of that one thing remember?” her dad asked.

“Sir, we would take good care of her. In fact, we can talk to the staff and visit another part of the zoo where she doesn’t have to see that animal,” you reasoned.

“Yeah, and if something happens I’ll be in charge of her inhaler and the other items the kids will need. Either way, we’ll respect whatever decision you make, but know we’ll take care of her,” Vash made his case. Ginger was selling her puppy eye stare at her dad as he looked at the both of us.

“Okay, but only because I trust them. And if anything happens, you stick close to them Ginger,” her dad answered as he started filling out the permission slip.

“THANK YOU DAD! I promise I’ll do my best and stick with y/n and Vash!” Ginger replied. She then ran up to you and Vash and pulled the both of you into a hug. You couldn’t help but smile at her gesture. She then let go and went to her dad.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” she called out and waved. You waved back as her dad closed the door. You were about to say something but noticed Vash was holding his heart and getting teary eye.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

“Yeah, just appreciating how wholesome that was,” he explained as you smiled. You then patted his shoulder and looked at the door.

“They all are, the world needs more of that. Come on, lets clock out,” you told him and began gathering your things. Thankfully you and Vash were the last ones to leave the daycare.

The days went by quickly as the staff was preparing everything for the zoo trip. You and Liz made sure there were enough snacks and drinks for the day, while Vash consulted with the parents on medications and items the kids would need. The day off, the staff gathered at the entrance of the zoo while the parents reminded the kids to behave before dropping them off. All the kids were excited and gathered around the staff.

“Okay everyone, before we enter the zoo we gotta remember a few things. One, We stick together. All of us are going to follow the buddy system. Vash, y/n, and I will watch you, but we need you to be together. So we’ll be doing head counts. Two, if there’s an emergency or something happens, you need to tell one of us. Three, we stick to the schedule. If there’s something you want to see we’ll get to it, but we need to be patient. Is that clear?” Liz asked.

“Yes Liz!” the kids said.

“Okay, now let’s have fun!” Liz finished as the kids cheered. Liz led the kids up front while you stayed in the middle, and Vash was by the end of the line. All of you agreed this was the best to keep watch since Vash was the fastest runner and Liz was a frequent visitor of the zoo. You started off with taking the zoo’s train system to reach the interactive garden. The kids were beyond excited to ride it and would point out the different places that caught their attention. Once the train stopped, you only had to walk a little bit until you made it to your destination with a zoo staff member waiting for your group.

“Hi everyone! I’ll be your guide! Are you ready to see some animals?” he asked as the kids cheered.

“Then follow me! And if you all behave, you can feed some of them too!” he added as the kids were jumping up and down. The guide led you inside to see some of the squirrel monkeys first. The kids were captivated as they watched the monkey climb the tree to eat some fruit or hold on to another monkey as they travelled. The guide then escorted your group to see the flamingos splash around or flap their wings as the kids were entertained. Next, the guide led you to the bird room where all kinds of birds were flying around.

“Okay, in this room you can feed the birds if you like. Anyone want to give it a try?” the guide asked. A few of the kids were hesitant, but you figured you would go along with some of your kids who stuck with you. The guide gave you and your kids some bird feed and asked you to stay still. A yellow and green parakeet landed on your shoulder while a few more parakeets landed on the kids as they giggled or gasped. You then raised the cup of food to the bird as it started eating away. Then two birds flew to you, one landed on top of your head, while the other one landed on your other shoulder. You couldn’t help but giggle as they did this. Vash was staring at you and how much fun you were having. He wished he could have captured this moment as he loved to see you happy. Meanwhile, Liz was taking photos of the kids and staff at each area.

“I want to feed one!” Zac asked.

“Me too! It looks so much fun!” Eri added.

Eventually the kids joined in on the fun as you went back to the staff.

“Had fun?” Liz asked.

“Yes! They kinda tickle when they move around,” you mentioned.

“Vash you’re volunteering at the next one. No take backs,” Liz added.

“Wait why?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” she replied coyly.

The guide then took everyone to the butterfly room. You were in awe of the place with so many colorful butterflies flying all over the place. The guide then asked for volunteers to walk in as Liz pointed at Vash. Vash’s group pulled him forward as you watched him slightly stumble inside. As soon as he steadied himself, multiple butterflies were landing on him from his hair, shoulders, and hands. His group was ooing and aahing at the sight. The minute you looked at him, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Him with the butterflies made him look so ethereal. You didn’t think he could get any prettier until now. A pink blush dusted your cheeks the longer you stared at him. Liz caught on and took a picture of him and the kids who started walking in. You snapped out of your thoughts as your group led you inside. Once they stopped pulling you, you needed to regain your balance.

“I got you,” Vash said as he steadied you by grabbing your arm. You felt yourself get hot with how close he was and the way he was looking at you.

“Thanks Vash,” you said as you looked away.

“Y/n, can you hold still?” he asked. You were confused but stayed in place as you heard a *click* You then looked at Vash and saw he was taking a picture.

“Sorry, about that, I wanted to capture this,” he explained and showed a picture of you with a butterfly that landed on the side of your hair. You actually liked how it turned out and looked at him.

“Could you send that to me when you have the chance? I like that picture,” you asked as he nodded. Then another butterfly landed on your nose. You were startled a bit, but you smiled as it slowly flapped its wings.

The guide led you to more places to see bears, hippos, kangaroos, giraffes, cranes, gorillas, and aquatic life. Eventually it was lunch time and the guide led you to the picnic area to rest and eat before seeing the lions and reptiles.

You made sure everyone was accounted for before sitting at one of the large tables. You sat in the middle between Eri and Mona.

“I'm having so much fun! I can’t wait to see the lion next!” Eri spoke.

“Me too! I want to visit the garden again the next time I come here. Are you having fun y/n?” Mona asked.

“Oh I’m sure y/n is having fun,” Eri commented with a smirk growing on her face.

“Girls, I’m having fun knowing you’re having fun. Besides, are you both excited to see the lions?” you asked after taking a bite of your lunch

“Yes, and the lizard room too!” Mona added.

“Well eat what you can. We’re heading straight over once we’re done,” you told them.

After everyone settled down from lunch, the guide led you to where the lions and tiger were as the boys were excited. The girls looked around and cooed at the ones that had babies or rolled over. One of the lions roared as the guys were amazed to hear them that loudly. Some of the girls hid behind you or covered their ears. You, Liz, and Vash made sure to comfort them as the lions walked around in their den. Finally, your guide was leading you to the reptile room. Before you could walk in, Liz stopped you and pointed to the back of the line.

“You’re needed, I’ll cover your groups,” she said before walking in. You turned around to see Ginger holding on to Vash and started walking to them.

“Hey y/n, she’s a bit nervous. She wanted to talk to you,” Vash said as you crouched down to Ginger’s level.

“Hey Ginger, you okay? We’re right here,” you told her.

“I won’t go in unless you two are by my side,” she said looking distraught.

“Okay, we’ll be by your side, right Vash?” you asked.

“Yeah, we won’t go anywhere without you,” he comforted her. Ginger looked at the both of you and then grabbed your hand and Vash’s hand.

“I’ll only go in if we do this. It makes me feel better,” she added with a determined face. You then looked at Vash who then patted her head with a small smile

“Okay, if it helps I don’t mind,” he told her. You then smiled at Ginger and gave her hand a small squeeze.

“Ready to go in? I promise I won’t let go,” you told her as she nodded. The three of you walked hand in hand into the room. Ginger was doing pretty well as she got to enjoy seeing the lizards move around or blend into their surroundings. You managed to catch up to your group as they were about to enter the area with snakes. You told Liz that the three of you can wait for them. As your group moved forward, you managed to find an area where the turtles were swimming. Ginger’s face lit up as you were happy that she was enjoying herself.

“Y/n, Vash, thanks for doing this for me. I’m sorry we can’t join the others. I wish I wasn’t afraid of snakes,” Ginger said looking at you both.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize. All that matters is you’re having fun at the zoo,” Vash told her.

“Yeah, besides I prefer seeing this over the snakes,” you mentioned. Ginger smiled and asked to walk around more as she got excited seeing the turtles come up and rest on the rocks. Ten minutes later, your group came out from the snake area and you joined them. The tour was finally over as your guide led you outside and back to the entrance.

“What do you say to the tour guide?” Liz asked.

“Thank you for today!” the kids said while waving him goodbye. You could see that some of the parents were waiting for you as you walked closer to them. One by one the kids were getting picked up and waving goodbye. When you saw Ginger’s dad, Ginger let go of your hand and faced you and Vash.

“I had so much fun because of you two! I can’t thank you enough!” Ginger spoke and then hugged you and Vash by your legs.

“We’re just glad you got to enjoy the zoo,” you told her as Vash agreed.

“Well, I gotta go. Thank you again! See you next week!” Ginger waved as she ran to her dad who also waved at you both.

“You did good,” Vash commented as he looked at you.

“You did too, this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t help convince her dad,” you mentioned.

“Then let’s settle with the fact we make a good team,” he suggested.

“That I can agree with,” you replied flashing a smile.

“Good work you two, we didn’t have any accidents or lose any of them. Did you both still had fun?” Liz came up to you both as you both agreed.

“Then I’ll see you both next week. Get home safe, and I’ll print the pictures out when I can,” Liz waved off as she headed to her car.

“Ready to head home?” Vash asked.

“Ready when you are, my legs are tired after today,” you told him as he led you to your car.

Vash drove you to your place and walked you up to your apartment as usual. Before you could say goodbye Vash brought up something.

“Hey, this might be a little cheesy, but remember how you said you liked my playlist?” Vash said.

“Yeah what about it?” you asked.

“I made you a playlist of some songs I think you might like. I figured since you like to go to cafes or go to some places for some down time, you can listen to it. I sent you a link,” Vash continued as he looked away shyly.

You felt your phone vibrate and saw his message. You clicked on the link and saw the playlist he curated for you.

“You remembered? That’s so sweet of you! No one’s made me playlist like this before. Thanks Vash!” you commented.

“No problem, let me know what you think when you listen to it,” he said.

“Of course! Oh, before you go, do you mind if we continue playing House of Ashes if you’re free this weekend?” you asked.

“Yeah I’d love that! Does tomorrow at 6 work for you?” he asked.

“That’s perfect,” you told him. Vash then engulfed you in a hug as you hugged him back.

“Drive safe, and see you tomorrow,” you told him and waved. He waved back and made his way to his car. You then went inside your apartment and laid on your couch recounting the day. You then felt your phone vibrate as you got a message from Liz.

“A sneak peak of the photos. Enjoy~” it read. You then saw she took pictures of the kids having fun. But the last two pictures were of you in the parrot room and of Vash in the butterfly room. You instantly blushed at his picture as your heart raced. You then clicked on that picture and assigned it to Vash’s contact info as you looked forward to him messaging you later.

@marydragneell

#vash #vash the stampede #vash x reader #vash au #trigun vash #vash x you #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun fic #miamochi writes #vash reboot #vash x y/n

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space-mermaid-writing · 1 year

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 19

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: More notes at the end of the chapter. Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 19: Loki on a mission

Despite the many events in recent years that have brought the planet into turmoil, alien threats from space, attacks from other dimensions or an attempted world domination by third parties are fortunately rather rare.

More and more often, the Avengers are also involved in cases of civil protection and disaster control. In other words, whenever extra helping hands with special skills are needed.

You had a meeting with Tony about your not-job, where you talked about how to proceed with Loki's integration into the team. The Asgardian attended the meeting - since returning from the Lunar Convergence, both of you have become almost inseparable. You were seen almost exclusively together in the compound, but that seems to surprise few. Loki is still reserved in front of the prying eyes of the others, listening rather than talking. But he slowly warms up.

The three of you agree that it’s time for Loki to go on missions with them. Preferably missions that make a good PR. Even the Asgardian no longer has any objections to this.

"By the way, how was the coven?" Tony asks you after you have discussed everything important and he has put a glass from his private supply in front of each of you. "Did you dance naked around a well?"

"Wouldn't that involve being an innocent virgin?" you ask, laughing at this cliché.

Tony tilts his head. "Normally I'd love to deepen that topic but since you came back with Loki," his eyes dart briefly to the Asgardian, who looks rather amused, "and I don't want to know his part in this, I'll pass."

"Your loss," Loki winks with a grin.

Two weeks later, there's the first mission Loki will be on.

"After the hurricane yesterday, there was a landslide in southern Appalachia. Several towns are cut off, one is buried under the landslide," Steve summarizes. "The task is to recover injured people and clean up as much as possible."

All the Avengers present in the tower have been called into a short-notice meeting and are briefed by Cap.

"Sabrina is going to make us some first aid healing potions and send them later," Tony adds. He is sitting near Steve and fiddling with a hologram on his Stark Phone. It's aerial footage of the area.

You yourself are not at the meeting. Tony had called you and you immediately got to work, as the potions took a day and a half to finish. Before you left through the doorway to your cottage, you kissed Loki goodbye and wished him well.

Although the incident is a tragedy, it is the perfect opportunity for Loki to show his face in public.

Clint and Natasha are currently on the road for Shield, but the rest of the Avengers would participate.

"Let's hope we won't face too many casualties." Steve lets his eyes wander around the room. "Suit up and pack everything you need for a week. We take off in an hour."

For the others, it's routine. Most have their gear ready in case there's an impromptu emergency. Loki has everything important he needs in his pocket dimension with him, and does not need to add a lot more for the next few days.

He leaves the suite together with Thor and shortly thereafter the two are seated next to each other on the Quinjet.

"I'll be traveling home soon," Thor tells him. Contrary to his usual manner, his voice is lowered. "I could talk to Father about your exile. I think it is time for it to be lifted."

A little surprised at his words, Loki merely nodded. He remembered his mother's words at the Lunar Convergence, before they parted.

Home is wherever you decide it is. Or whoever.

When Thor had just mentioned home, Loki had not first associated it with Asgard, to his own surprise. He was used to despising his father's decisions - most recently his banishment to Midgard. No time period had been set for his exile, and Loki had assumed that should he ever be allowed to return, he would do so immediately. He had never given a thought to the possibility that he might want to stay on this planet. Voluntarily.

Should the opportunity present itself, would you accompany him? Did he even want to go back to Asgard, back under the strict eyes of his father?

He has a lot to think about. Thor seems to notice this, because perhaps for the very first time, his younger brother has nothing to say, but is silent.

He pats him on the shoulder and gets up to go to Steve.

The movement makes Loki look up. He tears himself away from his thoughts - now he wouldn't come to any solution anyway and it's better to focus them on the task at hand - and lets his eyes wander. The mood among the heroes is relaxed. In his head he still does not pronounce this word without a trace of sarcasm. The irony about the fact that he is now at their side is not lost on him.

The mission holds no real threat, it's about helping the people. To clean up and save what can be saved.

In addition to Thor and Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner is also on board, bringing the muscle of the Hulk. And then there are Tony Stark and Peter Parker. Loki notices that the boy's gaze is on him and he raises an eyebrow. Briefly, he is tempted to change his face to that of his Jötun form and scare the boy. But it's probably not a good idea to intimidate a team member.

Suddenly, Peter walks up to him. Since the boy doesn't live in the tower and is still in his training - which brings many obligations with it - Loki had only ever seen him from afar in the hallway or between meetings. They haven't spoken a word to each other yet.

Peter is changing that now.

"Hello, Mr. Loki, Sir. We haven't had a chance to introduce ourselves yet," he greets the Asgardian politely, but not at all intimidated. Rather, he seems curious.

"You are that spider boy," Loki replies curtly.

"Spider-Man. I've almost graduated from high school. You can call me Peter, though."

Loki merely nods. He's not quite sure what to do with this kid. From his perspective, he's so small, even if he doesn't give a fragile impression. He wonders why by the Norns he seems to draw in Midgardian younglings. It is a mystery to him.

"You can do magic, right? Thor told me about it," Peter continues. "Like Stephen? That's pretty cool. I swing and I’m pretty strong."

"Stephen? Do you mean the Sorcerer Supreme?" It's the one piece of info from the boy's little rant that gets Loki's attention. Peter nods.

"Ah, yes. His stage name is Doctor Strange. Met him a while ago. He got this weird cape. It's kinda alive."

He looks a little puzzled when Loki suddenly starts chuckling. "I like you, Peter."

"Thanks, Mr. Loki, Sir." The boy smiles politely, still not quite sure what the reason for the Asgardian's good mood is. But he is pleased nonetheless.

"Just Loki is fine."

"Alright. My Aunt May always tells me to be polite and not assume that I can address my teammates directly by their first names. I'm a lot younger than everyone else, after all. And Thor and you are like royals from space. Alien princes. Not as scary as the alien queen from that old movie though." Peter happily rambles.

Irritated, because the words coming out of his mouth don't seem to stop, Loki looks at his brother, who catches his glance. But the other Asgardian merely observes the two of them and nods encouragingly at Loki. Loki scolds. This is not helping. His expression only seems to amuse Thor more.

Loki turns his head back to Peter. "Do you ever shut up?" It's not an aggressive, not even an annoyed question, just a serious one. But Peter swallows the rest of what he was going to say and runs his hand through his hair. A little tic of his when he's nervous.

"... Sorry... I'll leave you alone for some Bruce Wayne time." He notices the confused look on the Asgardian's face. "Batman? Always alone and brooding, while listening to Nirvana? I... will just go." With that, the boy turns and hurries away.

Upon arrival, Steve contacts the head of disaster control to get an overview and plan further action. The sky is still dreary and cloudy and there is a light but steady drizzle.

Thor and Peter make themselves instantly useful and help clear one of the larger city streets so that emergency vehicles have better access to it. Tony has brought his Stark's Ark technology to temporarily power the area. The electricity had been knocked out by the disaster, and right now the only backup power here is from a couple of smaller generators. He wanders off to install the system and takes Bruce with him.

So Loki is on his own for the time being. He puts on his hood as a protection against the rain and also moves away from the Quinjet and looks around. Chaos reigns everywhere. The town has been buried under mud. There is too much water for the earth to hold, so there are large puddles and ponds everywhere. A creek that runs along the edge of town has swollen into a small river with a brown slurry. There is dirt and debris everywhere.

Some people are trying to get some work done with shovels, and government-supplied excavators are being unloaded.

Not a single house seems to have been spared, they all show different levels of destruction. Some have only had the first floor hit, with mud going in through the door or a broken window. Walls are crushed, roofs uncovered, trees fallen. Vehicles that were not stored in the garages are lying in the middle of the street or in former front yards, sometimes upside down. So are garden furniture, barbecues, fences. Most of it isn’t usable anymore.

Small task forces are already blazing trails into the ruins in search of survivors. The catastrophe was barely twenty-four hours ago. There is still hope. But they must proceed with caution, because some of the buildings are in danger of collapse. The water has softened the walls and floors and turned them into dangerous terrain.

Tents have been erected wherever the ground is firm enough to allow it. That's where disaster control has set up camp. People are being fed. Most of the residents have already been placed in emergency shelters in the next district. Volunteers from there have arrived to lend a hand with the work. And then there are those residents who are too stubborn to leave. When you lose everything you own, you don't necessarily want to be sent away from home, too.

Loki notices the beginning of order. But it's still not enough to lift minds. Not by a long shot. There is mourning for what has been lost, despair, resignation. Pure willpower to get through even this incident. Determination.

Loki knows these feelings, they are familiar to him. Albeit in a different way.

After only a few steps, his boots are muddy. Probably at least one person would start a discussion with Thor why he didn't prevent the hurricane. But Thor is not the god of weather. That's Freyr.

An older lady is arguing with two responders in reflective vests. Their faces are all hidden under the hoods of their rain jackets, but Loki hears their voices as he teleports onto an overturned SUV to get a better view.

"...Please, you have to get him out of there."

"We have to wait for the big machines, ma'am," one responder replies, and the other adds, "Go back to the shelters. We'll do our best."

One of the men points toward the tents and brooks no further argument. With drooping shoulders, the woman turns and leaves. She pulls her coat tighter around her shoulders. The cold and wetness eats through the clothing the longer she moves in it.

She passes near Loki and sees him standing on the car. She hesitates, but is desperate enough to try her luck.

"Excuse me," she addresses him and Loki turns, looking down at her. "Are you one of the heroes who were supposed to arrive? Please help me find my son Tyler."

"I am not..." he begins, as she raises her hands pleadingly.

"Please, I'm begging you."

It is absurd. If Loki had been in this situation five years ago, one year ago – him standing tall, a person at his feet, begging - he would have laughed and savored the moment to the last drop. It would have been his highlight of the day. And he would have thought twice about being merciful. Or if it was beneath him to even answer this prayer.

Now he merely nods and slides down to stand next to her.

"Where did you see him last?"

"He was in the house when the disaster happened. It's back there." She points down a side street that is completely flooded with mud. Disaster control hasn't gotten to it yet. "He wasn't with the rescued, so he must still be there. Please, I'm worried about him. He lives alone."

She’s an elderly woman. On a sunny, good day, she probably would have looked younger, but today the lines in her face deepen from the worry for her son.

"I'll do my best."

The Asgardian sets off. The mud is three feet high and not yet dry enough to walk on, which is why Loki climbs onto a piece of debris peeking out from the dirt and from there jumps onto the underside of a vehicle within reach that the storm has overturned. Thus he moves forward in a zig-zag pattern, teleporting a bit at a time when he can't find a suitable surface nearby.

The mud and the floods have also pushed up the sewage, and it stinks.

The house the old woman showed him has not been affected by the landslide from the mountain, but the mud has pushed a vehicle through the wall on the first floor and some windows are broken. Also, a tree in the front yard is leaning, but that's probably the least of their worries at this point.

The front door barely hangs on its hinges. Loki kicks it hard once to clear the way, and it falls over.

The mud has also found its way into the house, though not as high as outside. Some of the furniture has toppled over, including the refrigerator in the adjacent kitchen, and its contents have spread across the floor. Soon rats and raccoons will be all over it.

If the woman's son - Tyler recalls Loki his name - is smart, he had retreated to the upstairs during the flood. The Asgardian looks at the wooden staircase, which looks sodden and very unstable. He decides not to risk it and teleports.

"Tyler?" he calls as he looks around upstairs. It's not quite as much of a mess as downstairs, but parts of the roof are uncovered, letting in the rain. Loki isn't familiar with Midgard's architecture, but he doubts anything can be salvaged from this house.

In the bedroom, he finds a man lying unconscious on the floor. Above him is a hole in the roof. Either he was hit by a falling part or he tried to climb out and fell.

Loki puts two fingers to his neck and is glad to find a pulse. But the young man is far too cold. Who knows how long he has been laying here. Without further ado, Loki picks him up and looks through the cracked window over to the paramedic’s tent.

The next moment he is standing between them. The medics are startled by his sudden appearance and jump apart, and someone lets out a scream. But then they see the patient in Loki's arms and they jump into action, taking the man from Loki.

Shortly after, the relieved mother also appears in the tent, but Loki has already moved on.

He passes Peter, who lifts a fallen wall of the house, which is otherwise still almost in one piece, and pushes it over his head. It's impressive how strong the boy is. He doesn't even struggle a bit with the weight, merely with the unevenly distributed weight.

The wall cracks and a piece threatens to break. Loki raises an arm and uses magic to fix it. Together they lift the wall, leaning it against what's left of the house. Beneath it, the rubble of the front yard emerges.

"Thanks, Loki." Peter is wearing his Spider-Man suit and mask, so Loki can't see his face. He merely nods in reply and then helps the boy clear away more small pieces of debris.

The further they fight through the dirt, the more objects appear that had been washed out of the houses. Everything that merely needs to be cleaned up and is otherwise not broken is collected in a spot near the tents.

Peter and Loki probably find the most usable things of all. Peter because he goes out of his way to salvage things and Loki because he secretly fixes some things that seem important with magic.

Late in the evening, the Avengers gather at the Quinjet for a meal. The sun is setting, but thanks to Tony there is improved emergency power and outside some floodlights could be set up.

Inside the jet itself, they are supplied with everything they need. It’s warm and there are bunk beds for everyone.

"Good job so far." Steve enters the jet last. He comes straight from another meeting with the head of disaster control and has worked out a plan with him for the next few days so that everyone can be deployed to the best of their ability. "Make sure you guys get enough sleep. Tomorrow we'll start early."

Loki turns his face to his brother and Thor catches his gaze and tilts his head questioningly. Loki replies with a brief nod and the matter is settled between the two brothers. Asgardians need far less sleep than ordinary humans. As the others gradually settle down to sleep, they leave the jet and continue to work for much of the night.

There are also some humans on duty, but far fewer than during the day. Because despite the lights set up, it's dangerous. For normal mortals.

But the two gods roll up their sleeves and work their way through the chaos.

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Loki and Peter are my second favorite unexpected friendship duo in this story. Peter with his Gen Z humor and memes and Loki being confused by it.

Peter: “Mister Doctor Strange, Sir.” Strange: “Please, we saved the world New York together. No need to call me Sir.” Peter: “Okay then, Stephen.” Loki: laughing “This boy, I like him.” Strange: is having an aneurysm

Also, I started writing this story as a regular Loki/Reader story, but it became more of a story of Loki’s character development in the second half. I won’t apologize for that.

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mistiell · 2 years

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Quirks Stranger Things Characters have

Contains: The Fruity Four (AKA Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, and Nancy Wheeler)

Eddie Munson

- His room is constantly a mess

- Clothes on the floor, sheets and blankets askew, unfinished homework strewn all across his desk

- He tries to tidy up when you come over, but it’s still a little chaotic in classic Eddie fashion

- The man cannot cook for shit

- He lives off of cereal and microwaveable dinners.

- He tried cooking you breakfast when he stayed over once and nearly burned your house down

- safe to say you banned him from ever touching another kitchen appliance until you could show him how to not set the toaster on fire.

- He has a habit of fidgeting with his rings and biting his nails

- Whenever you catch him doing the latter, you take his hand and let him fidget with your fingers instead

- Which he loves btw-

- His handwriting is messy but in a pretty way

- His brain often moves too fast for his hands to keep up so the letters always look rushed and are slanted to the right

- He’s like an encyclopedia for the most random shit ever

- He can’t tell you who the president was 20 years ago or who invented the light bulb

-what he can tell you is that he learned that turtles can breathe through their butts after getting fucking zooted and watching animal planet for 5 hours straight

- He loves late night drives

- Bonus if you tag along with him

- He likes to say he drinks his coffee black “like his soul”, and he does most of the time

- but in reality, he actually prefers it to be sweet as fuck

- he’ll only ever get it that way if you’re ordering and no one can see what’s in the cup though

- or if you two are home alone

Steve Harrington

- He hates white chocolate

- I have absolutely nothing to back this up. It’s just a vibe

- Before all the shit with the watergate, he used to love swimming

- He still enjoys the water, but he gets a little anxious now when he can’t see the bottom

- He has a hoard of comfy sweaters

- You’ve stolen at least three

- dw, though, cause he doesn’t mind at all

- He actually really likes when you wear his clothes

- you’re the only person he lets touch his hair

- and the only other person aside from Dustin who knows what his hair routine is

- he cracks his knuckles absent mindedly

- he’s made it a habit to just bend down and retie your shoe laces if he notices they’re starting to come undone

- but unlike eddie, he would never tie them together

- Eddie teases him relentlessly for being whipped for you but he doesn’t care

- He chews on the ends of his pens and pencils

- He won’t do it if he’s borrowing it from someone else though

Robin Buckley

- she counts her fingers discreetly when she’s nervous

- It’s repetitive and it gives her something to focus on to calm down

- She cuts her own bangs

- If you have longer hair, she’s always asking to cut yours

- She hates black coffee, but she also hates when it’s overly sweet

- Her bed is filled with a bunch of pillows and blankets for top tier comfiness

- seriously. Cuddling is the best in her bed

- She has a habit of forgetting her things at your place whenever she sleeps over

- She’s left her toothbrush, hair brush, half her wardrobe

- You often joke that she’s slowly moving in with you

- She has a habit of talking during movies

- Especially horror movies

- She yells at the characters as if they could hear her

- Lots of “No, no, no! What’re you doing, you idiot!”

Nancy Wheeler

- She has a bunch of polaroids that she keeps in a little box

- Some are of your friend group, others are of the two of you

- She’s an amazing cook

- She makes you breakfast whenever you stay over at her place and it’s always amazing

- her handwriting is always neat, even when she’s rushing

- It’s kind of a mix between cursive and printing

- She writes little sticky note reminders and sticks them to her mirror

- Sort of like a to-do list

- She colour codes her notes

- And her annotations whenever she annotates a book

- Her room is normally spotless, so when it’s a little messy, that’s a tell tale sign that she’s not doing well

- She prefers sweet stuff over salty stuff

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sebstan2020 · 2 years

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Companion

Chapter 2

Summary: Mary-Katherine or Merricat was an omega. By blood, she would always be an omega. Her alpha Steve was the best alpha she could ever ask for. Kind, generous and made her feel all sorts of things. Life was perfect for her. But when Steve one day says he’s bringing his friend James Bucky Barnes, another alpha, into their household, things turn upside down for her and she has to be a companion for not only one alpha but two who both have very different expectations.

Pairings: Steve Rogers/James Bucky Barnes/Orignal Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Light Bondage, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Dominance, Submission, Discipline, Punishment, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink

Merricat was used to having company over at her and Steve’s house. He often invited friends over and work colleagues and Merricat would do her best to be a wonderful host amongst the other alphas and beta’s. But tonight, was something different. Bucky had been over before and had been nothing but kind and polite to Merricat. But he wasn’t just coming over for dinner and then leaving. This was more than a simple dinner as friends. No, Merricat was meeting her new alpha, the one she’d be serving and pleasing alongside Steve.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. But Bucky was nothing to be afraid of. Although she only knew him on a friend’s level. He could be completely different as her alpha. No alpha was the same. They all had their own expectations of an omega, what their likes and dislikes are, what they rules were and Merricat wondered if Bucky's rules were any different to Steve's. Merricat wasn’t stupid in that she knew she had often gotten away with things that normally Steve wouldn’t allow. He tried his best to discipline her when needed but it was a rare occasion. Merricat worried that with Bucky coming into the mix, there would be a change of pace and rules and she’d have to get used to a whole other routine.

She still wasn’t quite sure how this would all work, with two alphas in the relationship. Their territorial tendencies would be all over the place. But from the sounds of it, it seemed like Bucky and Steve had worked it all out, considering how many times Steve mentioned they had discussed this before asking Merricat. But she wasn’t all nervous and butterflies in her stomach. She did feel that spark of excitement deep inside. Her glands on her neck had protruded more and popped out from the delicate skin leading to her collarbone. Her hormones were up and her senses slightly heightened. Her scent was lingering, and the moment Bucky would step inside, he’d be able to smell her from all the way to the furthest room in the house.

Merricat stood at the stove, preparing their dinner for tonight. She decided on a simple cut on beef with vegetables and stacked potatoes and the perfect beef gravy, another recipe from her mother she was grateful for. Bucky was due to arrive at seven and from the sounds of it, it looked like he was staying. Merricat had prepared the guest bedroom earlier once she heard the news and prepped everything, he would need for a good night’s rest. The wine was already open, breathing in the decanter and the wine glasses with the blue handles were placed at the seats on the table.

The kitchen smelt heavenly as Steve walked in, dressed in a shirt of dark blue and black slacks, curling his sleeve upwards slightly to show off his wrist. His hair was gelled back and he smelt of ocean breeze and sea salt. Merricat felt a tingle between her legs, sensing her alpha as he neared her, and his large hand gently touched her shoulder which didn’t shock her at all. She leaned into his touch and felt him press a kiss to her cheek, a smile appearing on her plump lips she had chapped a few moments ago.

“Smell delicious” he commented and Merricat turned and smiled at him.

“Thank you, I know this is one of your favourites and I hope Bucky likes it” she said, and Steve chuckled.

“I’m sure he will” the gravy was left to shimmer and the food was ready to be served, keeping warm in the oven but not cooking any longer. Merricat turned to face Steve and held her dress up in her hands.

“Do I look okay?” she asked with a sense of worry. She wanted to be presentable for Bucky. After all, he is going to be her alpha. She was here to please both now, which meant she had to take into account Bucky's likes and what might get him running hot. She was dressed in a navy-blue dress, much like Steve's shirt with black suede heels and her hair curled at the ends. Her sweet floral scent mixed with her peaches and vanilla aroma, and she smelt beautiful. Steve pretended to inspect her before grinning in delight.

“You look beautiful, don’t worry, Bucky is going to love you. Tonight, is just about us spending time together and I guess you could say trailing this out before he officially moves in” it would be stupid for Bucky to live elsewhere while his omega was here. He had a right to be close to his omega at all times, in fact it was the law. An omega will live with their alpha in order to become companions unless said alpha is away on work business therefore the omega will stay at home alone until they return.

Merricat only replied with a stiff smile and turned back to the dinner, checking that it wasn’t burning or overcooking. She wanted things to be perfect for tonight and as she glanced over to the ticking clock on the wall, it wasn’t long before Bucky would be arriving.

Steve padded over to the front door, the loud firm knock calling him away from the kitchen. It was a distinctive knock that he knew off by heart and for years. As she opened the door with ease, his super strength doing most of the work, he grinned at his best friend standing on the other side. Dressed in a suit of all black, tie tightly upon his neck and perfectly polished shoes, he was just as heavenly to look at as Steve. His cologne and scent reeked off woody aromas with a touch of lavender for that spicy touch. His hair was brushed back with a couple pieces dangling around his head, tucked behind his ears and looked soft to the touch. His bag dangled by his feet, loosely being held in his metal hand.

“Hey jerk” he smiled, and Bucky stepped in, bringing Steve in for a hug.

“Punk” he replied with a slap to his back. The force was hard but nothing Steve couldn’t handle. They were both super soldiers after all. A hard slap was like a light touch to them.

“You dress up nice” Steve commented as he shut the door and Bucky smirked, looking down at himself.

“I dress to impress Steve, don’t know about you” he ran his eyes up and down Steve's attire although it wasn’t far off Bucky's.

“How was the drive?” Steve asked, making conversation with him as they wandered into the living room, offering Bucky an open beer he popped earlier for him. Bucky flung his bag on the floor, as if this was already his home.

“Fine, I thought I wasn’t going to make it, but the traffic seemed to divert. Something smells good” Bucky caught a whiff of whatever was cooking in the kitchen, and it instantly made his stomach rumble.

“Yeah, she’s been cooking up a storm for you Buck” Steve joked, and Bucky chuckled, sipping his beer.

“Good because I’m starving” just then, the faint patter of heels on the kitchen tiles sinks to a scuff as Merricat appears in the doorway of the living room, locking eyes with Bucky. He was stunning. Merricat felt her skin heat up, with small beads of her scent running down her neck. Her scent was pungent, and Bucky could smell her from where she was standing. She was beautiful as well, looking both cute and gorgeous in that dress of hers.

“Hello Merricat” Bucky smiled as she walked further into the living room, hands clasped in front of her and a shy smile appearing on her face.

“Hello Sir, how are you?”.

“Good thank you, whatever your cooking smells delicious” he complemented, and she replied with a. soft laugh.

“Thank you, it’s almost done, Steve said you liked beef so that’s what we are having, do you want anything for starters before we have dinner, I can prepare some nibbles” she asked a little worried, wondering if she should have done that before he arrived.

“I’m fine thank you, besides I don’t want to ruin my appetite” he rubbed his belly and Merricat nodded.

“Dinner will be done in fifteen, oh here, let me take this up for you” Merricat offered, grabbing Bucky's overnight bag and Bucky smiled softly, a slightly shocked expression to his face. He wasn’t expecting this, even though she was an omega. He imagined Merricat to be shy and clinging to Steve considering he was her alpha. But he wasn’t complaining and soon enough she was going to be his as well.

“Thank you” he nodded, taking a sharp sip of his beer.

“The table is set so your welcome to go and sit” and on that she turned and exited the living room, her steps vanishing as she made her way upstairs to discard Bucky's bag. Bucky took another sip of his beer, swallowing hard and biting his bottom lip between his teeth as he leaned against the couch.

“So did you tell her?” he asked curiously, raising his brows, and crossing his arms over his chest. It was good the two of them were alone for the minute, so they could discuss things before presenting to Merricat. Bucky had a feeling this was going to be a lot for her to handle, especially with her welcoming another alpha into her companionship with Steve. Having to learn a whole other person and give her needs equally to them as well as their needs to her. Luckily for the two of them, they didn’t have anything major happening with work and S.H.I.E.L.D were very good at giving them time to rest after long missions.

“I told her today, this morning actually. She’s completely fine with it” Steve shrugged.

"She seems it” he said casually. But there was something on his mind that he had noticed.

“Does she always call you by your name?” he asked, brows slightly furrowed and Steve shrugged.

“Only a few times, why” he asked like it was no big deal. Bucky chuckled.

“No, it’s just I wasn’t expecting that. Normally they address us by Sir” he pointed out and Steve sighed softly.

“No, she does but sometimes it slips”. It had bothered Steve the first time it happened, but he had forgotten about it once and now it didn’t seem to bother him. Perhaps because at the time he might not have had time to punish her for addressing him by his given name. Merricat knew the rules that alphas should be addressed respectfully but as Steve said, sometimes she slipped up.

“You should discipline her; I mean she is an omega” Bucky clarified.

“It’s not like she’s hurting anyone” Steve laughed.

“I know but there’s a reason why we are alpha’s and she’s an omega” raised his brow and Steve shuffled over to him, patting his shoulder.

“I know man, look maybe it was an accident” Bucky nodded, twisting his lips up.

“Yeah, and look you know me, I have very high expectations” it was true. Bucky did have high expectations when it came to his omega’s. He wasn’t cruel or horrible to his omega, in fact the opposite. He always cared for them deeply and ensured their needs were satisfied. However, he was strict on a few things such as being referred to as Sir which was in the laws of omegas. His expectations could not be persuaded. He was a man who liked to be respected for who he was and having an omega meant they were to respect their alpha in all ways. If his omega wasn’t following his rules, then discipline would be in order. It was the same for all omegas around the country and an alpha had the right to punish and discipline their omega in whatever way they saw fit.

“I know you do” Steve chuckled. He and Bucky had different views on certain things such as discipline. Steve was much more of a tell them off in the moment whereas Bucky liked to indulge in different techniques to ensure the omega had learnt their lesson. Which meant that Merricat was going to have to get used to two very different alphas and their expectations.

Hey so I hope you like this chapter, what do you think will happen next, let me know in the comments.

Chapter 3

@openup-yourmind

@criticaltrinket

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan smut #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #Steve Rogers #Alpha Bucky Barnes #Alpha Steve Rogers #captain america #captain america the winter soldier #Bucky Barnes fanficiton

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litners-lending-library · 1 year

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I'VE HAD A REALIZATION

unnecessarily long kaleidotrope episode analysis below the cut:

ok so ep 4 of kaleidotrope

I’ve always wondered about Drew’s reasons for the advice he give to Rosa. At first I speculated that, hey, maybe this is another nod to his mysterious past (like the bit about the blackmail), especially given that his advice is so specific and delivered with a desperation that reads as a "don't make the same mistakes I made," to me.

But I’m listening to it again, and I just realized that maybe it has more to do with Harrison.

Hear me out, with the established "troll" texts Drew’s been getting, and his refusal to read them on air, it’s implied that he might already be a little into Harrison.

But, he's not quite sure where he stands with Harrison, in a personal sense. At this point in the show, Drew has accepted Harrison's presence on the show, is comfortable in their banter dynamic. (See Drew's acceptance of the deejay names, the relative speed with which he accepts taking texts outside the scheduled text-in segment). He knows that their dynamic is a good one, and he's gaining confidence in the show that they're building together. By episode four, Drew is mostly comfortable with the new normal-- perhaps still disbelieving, but he's figured out the routine, and is confident in navigating it.

But! Then Harrison goes and flips the script on him with the whole Merry Widow business!

He catches Drew off-guard, disrupts the semi-stable relationship they'd formed, and in doing so, reveals one of Drew's biggest insecurities.

Remember, the whole reason Harrison is here at all is because none of the other cohosts were willing to stick around, and because Drew is too "unlikeable" to do the show alone. Given how recent that was, it's unsurprising that Drew is hesitant to fully lean into Harrison's offers of friendship. He's holding defenses up, protecting himself from the hurt that experience has taught him is on its way.

Everyone, up until now, has told Drew that he's a pain to be around. And even though he may like Harrison, even though they seem to get on well while doing the show, there's no way for Drew to tell if any of that is real.

So, even though he might pick up on the underlying hints of Harrison asking him out, he assumes he's misinterpreting the words and so turns him away ("you don't have to pity invite me to watch some random operetta").

And then when Harrison gets hurt by Drew's turning him down, their early-show awkwardness returns, which Drew immediately picks up on.

To boil that all down: Drew just botched a social interaction with Harrison, which led to an immediate and clear negative effect on Harrison's mood. Now Drew's reminded of exactly why all the other hosts ditched him, now he remembers why he has to be careful with Harrison, so he doesn't scare him off too.

So Drew buries himself in the flow of the show, the one he's becoming familiar with, (the one they've built together, the one that's theirs), asking for texts and prompting Harrison for a response when Lovejoy writes in.

Anyway.

So back to what I was saying before: Rosa.

"Don't give them too many details, you want them to draw their own conclusions" In many ways, I read this as what Drew thinks he's doing with Harrison. He's studied performance, presumably, and definitely knows that cohosts with chemistry get better ratings. Whatever he may feel for Harrison personally, I think there's some part of him that recognizes how Harrison's addition to the show has changed the way they interact with their audience, and he orients himself towards playing into that.

We know that he has confirmation that there are some listeners who think he should ask Harrison out (re: the "troll" texts). He knows that it's working.

And it's at this point that I believe he begins to fight with himself.

It's difficult sometimes, as a performer, to separate yourself from the emotions of your character and the emotions of yourself.

Because Drew is such a practical, analytical person, there's no way he hasn't tried to dissect every interaction he's had with Harrison. He knows that it's hard to tell real feelings from the fake, and given his track record, it's not surprising that he concludes that they must be fake.

In fact, the whole Merry Widow miscommunication thing happens because of this assumption, and that their relationship doesn't have any roots to grow from.

So, with this all fresh in his mind, Drew says this to Rosa:

"Maybe you'll start to think, maybe it's not all just an act, maybe you really do care about how their eyes are sparkling...

"I think it's dangerous to assume your partner's interested in you just because they're willing to (slight pause) play along."

To which Harrison responds with one of the most emotionally loaded "Oh"s I've ever heard in my life.

This is quite literally one of my favorite exchanges from the show, precisely because of how clearly it can be read from two entirely different perspectives.

On Drew's side, you've got his fear that his feelings are not reciprocated, his worry that he's going to fuck this up and that Harrison will leave. It's delivered in such a way that almost seems as if Drew's talking to himself, trying to reason his way out

And then you've got Harrison, whose "Oh" right after the line kills me, as it's delivered in a way that lets you read every. single. thing he's thinking in just one syllable.

from Drew's POV, he's saying: It is dangerous for me to assume that Harrison likes me, because no matter how well we get along on-air, it's all just a performance. The listeners are picking up on it, and the smart, cynical thing to do would be to play it up to increase audience engagement. But I cannot let myself think, even for a second, that he isn't playing a role, because what if I get invested in him, and he breaks my heart?

BUT from Harrison's POV, Drew is saying: I'm not interested in you, I'm acting. I understood your proposition earlier and turned you down because we are just coworkers, and none of this is real.

And so the "Oh," has all of that packed into it, all the realization, and the heartbreak, and just the slightest bit of determination.

Grrrr it's just really good and I think about it a lot.

#kaleidotrope #kaleidotrope podcast #harridrew

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atsukawolfcat · 2 years

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The Foolish Kind of Love

Notes: So I am feeling down right now cuz the past couple weeks I have not been able to do what I normally enjoy to do after work as I had mandatory overtime. Literally was in a cycle of wake up, eat, work, sleep and repeat. Makes it slightly worse that I work night shift, and everyone else in my life is the regular shift or school so can't hang out period or barely get an hour with buddies. So this is extremely self-indulgent angst for me, to get it out of my system, because I was thinking over the importer aus and how the reader outright hates Genshin characters afterwards, which is granted VERY fair and normal but.. I can't really see myself hating my favorite characters. Even with all the bad stuff, like yeah for sure its all dependant on a person and how they take a beating and how they would react but I would love them nonetheless. I started Genshin on a whim, cuz I thought the Traveller looked cool and would be neat to play. I had to drop it back after Klee's banner (can't remember when THAT was but I know that was the last banner cuz I got her and dipped) because of life becoming too busy to be paying attention to games so I stopped. I picked it back up just recently, and its become my comfort during these hard times. Anyway, I am babbling, on to story.

Warnings: Female reader, switch between 1st and 3rd POVs, mentions of torture, blood, death, angst/no comfort

Last you remember, you were just coming home from a long day and had just booted up Genshin Impact, a game you were insanely obsessed with to comfort you when you needed to unwind. After getting your daily commissions done and shut everything down as to not waste electricity (and ruin your poor PC), you climb into bed with your last thought being, 'Wouldn't it be amazing to meet everyone in Genshin Impact...' You fell asleep with a smile, expecting the next day to follow the routine as per usual. Instead, you awoke with a start, feeling someone kick your side full force with a gruff, "Wake up, you impostor!"

You gasped and clutched your side, trying to ease the pain. Looking up, you realized you were now face to face with an enraged Zhongli. Unbeknowst to you, while you were asleep, you descended to Teyvat with a meteor shower shining gold, and landed inbetween Mondstadt and Liyue. It alerted both cities, and both establishments had sent parties to investigate what had happened as they saw the most beautiful gold meteor land where you were. Of course, Mondstadt had sent Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, and Klee with Diona as support while Liyue's team was Zhongli, Xiao, Keqing, Ganyu with Qiqi as support. They had investigated the area of the meteor impact, and came across your sleeping form. The team from Mondstadt were able to recognize you as their puppet master, while only Qiqi was able to recognize you from Liyue.

Zhongli had gotten enraged at the sight of you, sleeping so peacefully with the face of his beloved Creator. He could sense you were a regular mortal, as could Xiao and Ganyu. Zhongli approached you, with fury in every step, and kicked your side. The others watched in silence, as they too did not wish to believe you were their Creator. You were too weak to be someone as wonderful as a powerful Creator god. Keqing walked up to Zhongli and placed a hand on his shoulder, to calm him down before he did something else out of character.

"Tie her up! We shall place her in a dungeon and interrogate her!"

Now here you lay, bruised black and purple, surprisingly with no blood or cuts. For 3 days they kept interrogating you, trying to find out what were your motives and how you made that meteor show. You tried to plead your case, heartbroken over the fact the characters you loved dearly were doing this to you, that you had no idea. They decided to finally end this "farce" and Zhongli contacted Raiden Shogun and let Kaeya contact Venti to proceed with an execution.

It took 3 more days to have everything ready, of course you tried everything to stop it to no avail. You pleaded with most of your main team, and hope blossomed in your heart when they agreed. Klee, Mona, Qiqi, Diona, and Diluc all agreed this was insane what they were doing, everyone was so out of character that it was baffling. They were the only exceptions so far, as they were the few with the friendship levels. You haven't met Venti nor Raiden, but they too were part of your main team and you hopes they would be able to stop this madness.

The day arrived, and your hope shattered at the sight of the 2 enraged Archons. Your hands were tied, and your rescue team was nowhere to be found. You chuckled, feeling the shock of it all start to wear off.

"Here, we have the most disgusting criminal, who dared to take after our beloved Creator!" You were getting all kinds of things thrown at you, and you could recognize most of the citizens. Previously kind faces were now scorns of disapproval. Your heart ached and yet.... you still felt it. You still loved these characters, after all that they have done. You laughed at yourself, mostly out of disbelief. 'Ahh, to be a fool so hopeless as I.'

Right as the execution began, you heard an explosion. Looking behind you, you noticed your team coming over to fight. They clashed with the Millelith and other Knights of Favonious, and the other characters joined the fray.

"Why?! Why are you defending that imposter??!" Zhongli swiped his spear at Diluc while he blocked.

"This is wrong! Can't you feel it? You are out of your minds right now, and I believe we need to talk it all over calmly!" Diluc let his Vision flare and flames erupted from his claymore. He swung at Zhongli, but was met with a Geo pillar.

"Klee! Do you understand what you are doing??!" Kaeya dodge out of the way of another explosion, as Klee held onto her Lost Winds book and got another attack ready.

"This is not right! Big sister hasn't done anything wrong!" Klee didn't want to seriously hurt Kaeya, and he could see that.

"They are a criminal Klee, there is no reason for you to worry about a sinner as them."

Suddenly, lightning and wind picked up. Everyone turned to see Venti and Raiden in front of you, staring at you in shock as they felt something familiar now that they were close to you. Rage flooded their system as they both turned to Zhongli.

"HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HANDS ON HER HOLINESS" Thunder boomed as lightning flashed behind them, eyes glowing with rage. They both readied their weapons and prepare to rush towards Zhongli. However, they felt someone push them, and their eyes widened at the realization it was you.

"Watch out!"

BOOM

Zhongli had his hand up towards the 2 Archons about to rush him and summoned 2 spears of stone to land on them. But instead of hitting his targets, they landed their hit elsewhere.

Right on your abdomen.

All fighting stopped, as everyone stared at you in shock and horror. You smiled gently and lovingly at everyone, golden blood rushing out of your wound and mouth. "Ah.. I am glad... no one is hurt.."

Your eyes looked around and met with everyone's eyes. You smiled even wider and closed your eyes, letting your starry tears fall.

"I... still love you after all."

You collapsed to the floor, with an anguished cry filling the air.

A/N: SO for clarification here, my main team atm is Klee/Mona/Raiden/Qiqi, with my second being Diluc/Venti/Raiden/Diona(or Qiqi, I built more for Qiqi since her healing work better for me). I wanted to include everyone I use, since depending on the domain or boss I switch around a lot, but that's too much work at 4:30AM. I hope you enjoyed and please don't hesitate to tell me what you thought. Might make part 2 on this one tbh, I feel so much better after writing this. So much so I might get the feeling for fluff/comfort as the next part but meh I tired so not today.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin sagau #genshin impact imposter au #genshin imposter au #GoldenBloodAu #StarryCreatorAU #brainrot #genshin venti #genshin diluc #WolfcatAngst #WolfcatStories #genshin zhongli #genshin qiqi #genshin xiao #genshin kaeya #genshin raiden

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Well they are indeed sinking the Bathena cruise ship that no one knew they were on. And already those fans are complaining because it “obviously means there won’t be any time skips” so they still have to deal with the girlfriends.

I know some of us have pondered the cruise ship being addressed in season seven (at least on this blog), so first, shout out to us for reading that right 😛 But when you take a step back, don't you kinda want to [headdesk] over Kristen handing Tim a season-opening disaster on a silver platter (by never doing it herself)? Budget cuts wouldn't be as noticeable if you actually put the available resources into the important stuff first! Regarding the time jump, I never understood this idea that the show (in canon) was going to skip months and months ahead to make the timeline match real life? How, exactly, would they "explain away" seven months (Sept.-> March) in a year where people are routinely leaving their house, unlike season four? And speaking of season four, it premiered in January, but the writers stuck with the intended time frame of September 2020 instead of January 2021? So there's already a precedent for moving backwards to keep things in line with how a "normal" season would play out? What does that mean for the upcoming season? I don't think we're getting the cruise ship in real time, not with this delay. So if we're skipping ahead two, three, four (at most, to match the break in between other seasons) months? And the cruise ship is a thing that happened, a thing that Bathena is still processing? One woman (I have consistently said Marisol makes more sense than Natalia given the way the show has handled the separate relationships, and I don't think Buck can be the one to date a non-first responder again because they STRUGGLE coming up with ideas) will still be around if only because it's an obvious choice when these two characters probably aren't going to end up together and they ARE going to need space in order to get the point across. (Whether or not the fandom will accept that is a different discussion for when these episodes finally air.)

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 speculation

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It is 12:30 in October 28th, and I just finished watching the fnaf movie and, as routine, I feel an urge to infodump :)

SPOILERS FOR FNAF MOVIE UNDER CUT!!!! Everyone who also watched it remember to correctly tag so that ppl can block it!!!

Really recommend to watch first cause it was nice to watch :) even if not PEAK storytelling IMO IMO IN MY FIRST IMPRESSION OPINION DONT JUMP ME

Ok so it was odd??? A lot of the lore kinda got messed up in translation, but I can’t help but feel so grateful anyways???

Ngl I would’ve probs shit on the movie if it wasn’t for my friend who, in a convo, mentioned how sad he was that everyone hated the red eyes cause “we’ve been waiting so long, why does it matter they got red eyes?”

Bc of this I gave it a shot, and it was not bad.

I was scared of how it’d turn out just bc the fnaf lore is SO much that even SCOTT HIMSELF doesn’t know where we at, but for the amount of info they were dealing with, they decided to kinda maneuver in their own iteration of it (imo) which wasn’t completely hate-able and I think it was a pretty good course of action

I liked references to the og lore (

-Vanessa’s coma at the end

- how foxy is the most OUT TO GETCHA

- the afton death scene was PEAK IMOOO “I always come back” like mk girll 💅

- also the whole set was actually fire

- telephone guy even if he wasn’t red ;(

- constant mention of exoskeletons and spring trap mechanisms

- BALLOON BOY THE ONLY THING THAT ACTUALLY MADE ME JUMP

- ITS ME WRITTEN IN THE WINDOW YESSSSSSSAAAAA

- the children inside the suits detail had me like YESSS

- funky electricity

- BALLPIT SCENEEE

- the bite even if it was her whole ass fucking torso

- the cupcake cool

- Vanessa inclusion and her relation to afton

- etc other things I can’t remember)

ALSO MATPAT CAMEO????? HELLO???????? ITS JUST A THEORY???? I also found out my brother does not know who he is and that was SAD. It’s ok ima show him tmrrow :D

Also also the effort put into the ACTUAL ANIMATRONICS, I was actually so shocked I was so ready to just accept it was all gonna be sfx and green ppl but they actually BUILT it, and that materialization just made it that much better for me like watching it and realizing wo man this is insanee

Just thinking how it was such a tiny project and then it just BOOM and here we are???? Omaiga. It rlly motivates u to get out there, no?

I loved them pushing the boundaries of where the animatronics could go w golden Freddy, even if he got me SO confused lore wise like wait y r u here? same for the weird kill freddy mask like hello???

IT MADE ME SO HAPPY HAVING THE TOMBSTONE SONG THEREEEEE YIPEEEEE

Music wise it was so cool too like it was pretty preppy and happy like kids parties and even in normal scenes (e.g. him picking up sleeping pills) it kept the mood up

I didn’t like the career dude being afton, but he was suspicious and i knew smth was gonna happen so ig not out of the blue, but I do like how it kinda went full circle

I am still confused abt Vanessa, but not overly so it’s ok

I actually cried when Abby and the animatronics became friends I was so happy, it got taken away but alas it is fnaf :)

We love the undiagnosed PTSD of the characters

I was bummed when it didn’t close out w the scene where the animatronic heads where no longer have a light behind them (meaning they’ve moved on) I honestly think it would’ve been such a COOL way to close it out but I was not the producer and maybe they plan to continue it??? Continue the curse of too much lore??? That’d be hilarious actually

I’m sad abt how dirty michael gets done through most of the movie like hes just doing his best stopppp

It’s just first impressions, and I’m VERY outdated w the lore, but I like ranting and tumble lets me so I do it :) lmk ur thoughts too!!!!

#I’m also v happy I watched it w my brother #fnaf #fnaf spoilers #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf analysis #fnaf movie meta #fnaf movie analysis #fnaf lore #fnaf meta #alba analysis

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