#i've been fighting w the gifs forever

[bigassmoonchild]

Feral

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

The first three parts give context, but aren't required for this read.

Summary: You had your problems with your squad, no different than anyone else running their first. One Alpha, Michael, gave you the most problems, dragging you from leave to punish them all. It didn't take long for him to become your biggest problem, or for Simon to try and take care of him.

Content Tags: Shouting (not w/ between Ghost & Reader), A lot of Anger, Fluff, Protective Ghost, Violence, Fighting, Ghost shows his Face, Non-Sexual Punishments, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No use of Y/N

A/N: I woke up this morning with over 100 notifications from tumblr, and I've spent all morning trying to think of another part for Maple Syrup. As always, content is under the cut and my asks are wide open <3.

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Ghost could watch you forever. Seeing how you flit around the soldiers, taking care of each of them, barking orders at your own little squad. After being removed from missions, you were able to convince whoever would listen to give you a squad to train, a group of hopeful combat medics.

Sometimes he would find himself watching what you were doing, and he would inch himself close enough to hear what you'd be telling them. Sometimes, it was nothing short of you screaming at them, other times it might be explaining how to stitch someone up. Most times, you sat back and watched as they worked through the exercise that you had created for them.

You were still off on leave, leaving your squad under the hands of Soap and Gaz to train them further on combat situations. Ghost had spoken with them a few times, listening to them rant about the soldiers you had to deal with. Especially one Alpha, who had been demoted from a regular soldier to being entrusted with saving others.

So when Ghost got the first hint of your scent, not the stale one, his head spun to the doors. Your leave was supposed to last another 6 days, not that Ghost was counting, and worry spiked through him. Had something happened? Was everything okay with your family, or did you merely forget one of the gifts you were giving to your nieces and nephews?

When the door slammed open, your eyes gazed across the mess hall. Your brows were furrowed and Ghost could smell the anger lacing your scent, alongside the musty smell of the rain that was coming down. The room had gone silent, everyone looking over at you. Your eyes locked on your squad, body tensed.

"Get the fuck outside," you growled, staring through your squad. They hesitated and your fist slammed into the wall. "Now!" You shouted, watching as they scrambled up and moved. All but the Alpha, who moved leisurely. Your eyes didn't leave his and you pointed. "You move any slower and I'll have you dishonorably discharged for insubordination," the man didn't flinch.

He gave a smile, looking at you. "You're not even a soldier, you have no say in what I do," your muscles relaxed, leaning your head back, eyes falling closed. Ghost stood, moving towards the two of you, opening his mouth to say something.

"You're on my squad, you do as I say, unless you want me to remove you. You want this to be your last strike?" The Alpha looked away, opening his mouth to make a remark.

"I'm sure there isn't going to be a problem, is there?" Ghost finally spoke up, moving beside the man and staring down at him. The Alpha scoffed and walked away, leaving you looking around.

You gave a soft smile. "Leave your stuff, it'll be cleaned up," and you turned and walked away, adjusting a hood onto your head. Ghost stared after you before walking back to Soap and Gaz, sitting beside them again.

"What the hell happened?"

You stood in the rain, having grabbed another jacket to protect you from the chill of the wind, alongside the rain beating against you. Your squad was running until they collapsed or someone admitted who caused the problems. You knew, though, that the stubborn Alpha in your squad was always the problem.

"You need to get back here," Soap said into the phone. "I honestly don't know what to do with them," and you booked a flight.

Now you were waiting, patiently. Someone would give in soon enough, someone always did. There would always be a weak link, and if it took running them until they threw up so be it. A hand fell on your shoulder and you looked back, eyes climbing to find Ghost standing behind you.

"I've never heard you scream," you laughed, looking back to your squad. The Alpha ran at the front of them, no reaction to the amount of running he was doing. You were pretty sure he had lapped everyone at some point, but you weren't paying close enough attention.

You looked back to Ghost. "You have most definitely heard me scream, just not angrily. Soap called, said that the squad was getting out of control and they didn't know what to do," you sighed. "I thought I taught them better, but I guess I haven't treated them exactly like soldiers," Ghost hummed behind you, eyes trailing the Alpha.

A shiver ran through you and Ghost pulled you back into him, letting you soak in his own warmth. "Does he always give you problems?" You nodded, letting him take on your weight as you leaned against him.

"There is rarely a day that goes by when he doesn't give some form of lip, but everyone's grown used to it, I guess," you whispered, sighing deeply. It bothered you, so much, that you couldn't get all of your squad to act like it. Like a pack. "He's just trying to take control back. He was kicked from his last squad because of similar problems, speaking down on Betas and Omegas," Ghosts scent changed a little, but you weren't able to decipher what it was before it had disappeared.

Neither of you spoke for some time, merely watching the group of wanna-be's run around and around. You wanted to be back home, with your family and watching the little ones run around, not some grown adults. You just wanted to be able to control the squad like other people, but you needed a break. So you went on leave, but came back too soon.

There wasn't much of choice, though. Either let Soap and Gaz keep getting eaten alive, or you come back and beat them back down, but maybe if you talked to Simon he would've been able to help. No, this was your squad, they were your responsibility. You'd have to be a Drill Sergeant, and it was already giving you a headache.

You pushed off Ghost, watching as one of the Omegas stumbled before righting herself. You gave a deep sigh. "Get over here!" You shouted over the rain and wind. As everyone gathered, you glared through them. "I am not your mother. I shouldn't be coming back from leave early because your senior officers are unable to control you," you huffed, looking away for a moment.

The rain still pattered down, and the Alpha was looking away. You couldn't decipher how you felt about him, but you knew it was heavy dislike. Something about the man made you uncomfortable.

"You'd expect a group of adults to behave better than a group of pups, but I suppose none of you have grown," the Alpha opened his mouth to speak and Ghost took a step forward, daring him to make a comment. "I haven't been treating you as soldiers, clearly, so from now on you'll be meeting up with Task Force 141 to being your morning training," a smile graced your features.

You'd spoken with Price briefly over the phone on your flight back. It didn't take much to convince him, and his tone gave you the chills once or twice as he described what he could do. You didn't mention anything to Ghost. You weren't entirely sure what he would do if he found out you were being dragged away from your family because of a problem child.

Everything was still in the air, what you would end up doing with them. As you gazed across, the only person not having any form of regret was the Alpha. Michael. If you could, you would have rejected him from being a part of your team. You'd read his file, it was nothing short of infraction after infraction.

You gave a deep breath. "You're going to go into the mess hall and clean it, if I come in there tomorrow and find even a crumb you'll be stuck cleaning it every day until you leave," no one moved. "What are you waiting for?" They scattered into the wind, Michael still taking everything at his own speed.

Ghost grabbed his soldier, eyes not leaving the mans. "You'll be with me," and you watched him get dragged away. You were finally free to take a warm shower, perhaps curl into your nest for some sleep you'd lost while traveling.

It was late in the evening when you heard from Simon. He had walked into your room, taking his boots off and crawling next to you in your nest. His balaclava scratched at your neck as he scented you, brushing his cheek against you.

You turned the page in your book, letting the large Alpha nearly curl around you. Your fingers found the top of his head, scratching at him over the balaclava. Yet to see his face, you never pushed it. It was none of your business to push him, even as his mate.

You could hear him chuffing softly, nose digging into your neck slightly. It was quiet for some time, outside of the chuffing of Simon and the pages turning from your book. His hands were around you, tugging you closer to him as your fingers continued scratching.

The chuffing quieted, a bothered grunt coming from him. "Want to feel your hand," he muttered, tugging at his balaclava before being able to pull it off entirely.

You didn't look, didn't move, just kept on reading as your fingers found hair. That made you pause, brows furrowed as you turned to look at him from where he returned to your neck, his chuffs returning.

Purring, you tugged him to look at you, book falling from your hand. Simon groaned softly, trying to pull his head out of your grip. A quiet be still, coming from you before he paused, eyes opening to glance down at you.

Scars littered his face, your fingers finding some of the larger ones to stroke at, trying to memorize every part of his face. You could see his cheeks growing a little red and you laughed softly, pressing your hands to his cheeks.

"Little embarrassed of being looked at so thoroughly?" Simon looked away, finally pulling out of your grip and hiding his face back against your neck. You could feel him lick you slightly, laying down a nip or two, his hands tugging you against him again.

It was a few moments later that either of you finally said anything. "What did you do with Michael?" Simon huffed against you, a quiet who?, coming from him. "The Alpha you pulled away from the rest of the squad," you added.

Simon pulled away to look at you fully. "Nothing illegal," you looked at him, smile dropping. He gave you a little grin. "Just gave him some things to do to get all of his energy out, he had a little too much to be acting that way," you laughed.

The next morning, you had a knock on your office door. "Come in," it wasn't anyone you would've expected. Not Ghost, nor Soap or Gaz. Michael.

He slammed his hands on your desk and leaned over it. "I want out," you raised your brows. "I'm not gonna let some little doctor think she can control me," you gave out a deep sigh. "And what about Ghost? You fuck him to get where you are?"

"My relationship with the Lieutenant is none of your business, soldier," you answered, crossing your legs. "You want out? You leave this squad and it's the last place you'll be. You know you can't join the military again if you get discharged. Too many infractions," you shrugged, pulling his file out of your desk. He looked at it.

Lunging for it, you pulled it out of his reach. "Who the hell gave that to you?" You laughed at him, his scent changing to something reeking of anger. God, why were you able to smell him? "Or, is it because you're an Omega?" He smiled shortly.

You stood. "You haven't been taking your suppressants as prescribed, have you?" There was no other answer for why he was so angry constantly. Without a consistent dosage, the androstenone in him would be too high to think properly. He could go feral.

Lunging for your phone, you were only able to get one number dialed before he threw it into the wall. "A little Omega bitch, fucking Ghost in order to get where she is," he snorted. The door was cracked open still, but Michael was in the way. There was no leaving.

Looking away, you blinked slowly. "I'm assuming this is how you were removed from your last squad," he threw your chair into the wall and you opened the file.

"You have no right to read that, you bitch," he growled, trying to grab it over your desk. You pulled it back, Michael growling deep in his chest. "You're gonna give me that, or I'm gonna fucking kill you," you could feel your heart in your stomach. Sure, you could fight but it was nothing with an almost feral Alpha trying to kill you.

Glancing around, you had to look for something to hopefully protect yourself with. A man like Michael could easily kill you, you didn't doubt it. One wrong punch and you'd be in the infirmary, another and you could be out of it. Forever.

"You touch her and you'll find out why I'm feared," Simon. You could feel the relief coursing through you. He wouldn't let anything happen to you, let alone allow another Alpha to hurt you. You looked between the two, seeing Michaels face slowly start to drop.

You dove under your desk the second either of them moved, a growl ripping through the area as you heard a body slam into the wall in front of you. You knew the fear on your scent would be pungent, especially to Ghost.

And it was. He could smell it from down the hall, causing a spark of fear to course through himself. The only other thing he could smell was another Alpha, and he hoped to god he wouldn't be too late. When he opened the door just a tad bit more, he heard the threats.

It set something off in him that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He didn't hesitate before throwing the other Alpha into the wall, seeing you dive under your desk in his peripheral. His fists found the man, but it barely did anything. A feral Alpha would do anything to kill whoever he saw, and Ghost could hear shouts coming from the hall.

Michael charged at Ghost, who braced for impact, colliding with him and being dragged into the hall and on the wall across from your office. Ghosts knee found Michael gut, throwing him onto the ground and climbing over him.

Some MP's had come careening down the hall, guns up and shouting commands. Ghost tried holding the man down, but it didn't do too much before he was bucked off and climbing to his feet. The fear was still pungent on your scent and it set Ghost off.

He couldn't do anything before gunshots echoed down the hall and Michael collapsed. A few tranq darts scattered along his back.

Ghost was put on administrative leave, pending investigation. You'd used the rest of your leave to be able to stay with him and for the entire duration you weren't out of his eyesight.

Showering? He was standing against the far wall, staring through the doorway.

Trying to use the bathroom? The locks on your bathroom doors had never been used more, and when you left he would be standing in front of it.

For some time you had also been far to shaken to let Simon leave your eyesight. There was nothing he would do that you weren't following him for, his showers left you sitting on the counter and talking to him, even without a response. You didn't go into the bathroom with him, but sat by the door as your eyes flittered around to each corner of the room, looking for feral Alphas.

Before either of you became more comfortable, Simon wouldn't even go into your nest. He would sit outside of it, never moving much at all. It took you panicking in the middle of the night for him to start going back inside of your nest.

Neither of you knew what the future would look like, but as long as you had each other, you figured you'd be alright.

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[lauriegraham01]

forever & always | erik lehnsherr

pairings: erik x reader, (cherik x reader if you squint)

summary: it's been years since erik abandoned you on the sands on cuba. when fate - or rather a friend from the future, logan - steps in and forces your paths to cross, what feelings will ensue?

w/c: 2,272

a/n: follows the events shown in days of future past, inspiration drawn from "forever & always" by taylor swift. been working on this one for the past week, apologies for the delay, life can be cruel but the storm only lasts one night.

The brightness of the sun was blinding as its rays bleed through the curtains of your room, shining in your eyes prompting you to wake up with a groan. Reaching out for Charles youre disappointed as you feel nothing but the cold sheets where his side of the bed laid empty. A headache settles in within your head, throbbing unforgivably. As you look over to your nightstand you read your clock.

2:47 p.m. Another day wasted away in bed.

You had gotten little sleep the night before. Scenes of sand plaguing you in your dreams echoing the trauma from all that you've lost.

You're on a beach in a Cuba. You don't know yet that it's the end of the world- the end of your world. Black spots cloud your vision. You're losing too much blood. Footsteps staggered as your breathing comes out labored- trying to make sense of what happened.

Erik.

Charles and you had been caught in the crossfire of his war against humans and now you both were paying the price for it.

"Erik?!" Your voice rings clear in his head. He exhales a shaky breath, one that he can't seem to breathe out enough. Charles laid in his arms paralyzed and betrayed. His heart broken at the pain he's caused and remorse washes over him as he sees the man in his grasp slips further away into a world of unfathomable pain. Leaving Charles within Moira's grasp he then makes his way to you. Discarding his metal helmet in the process.

"Y/N." Erik cautiously places his hands at your side. Taking in how much blood seeped through your suit.

“Erik what’s happened to Charles? Is he alright?" With eyes widened, you wait for him to bring some clarity to the chaos that happening.

“Y/N stop. You’re losing too much blood," Erik said carefully. Looking down he sees your hand pressed to your side. Carefully lifting it, he lets out a sharp gasp as he sees the tear in your suit where the bullet pierced your skin.

A choked cough escapes your lip as a bit of blood rushes through the side of your mouth. You feel your knees buckle underneath you and Erik catches you in time, placing you in his arms as you both sink to the sand.

“Erik?” Your voice rings within his head, even telepathically your voice sounds strained, hurt. “Did you do this?”

"I’m sorry, my love,'" it comes out a whisper. Even without your powers you knew exactly where his mind was at. By the solemn expression on his face and the distant look in his eyes you knew that he was leaving.

"Erik, please," you plead.

"I can't stay here. Look at all that I've caused."

"Erik, don't do this. Stay."

"I cant." He says through gritted teeth, the pain sharp on his tongue like a blade.

"You can. You have a family here, you have people who care and love you- I love you Erik."

His face was taut, twisted in a sea of emotions as he thought of the path that he was walking down- and the love that he would lose in the process.

"This is a war that I have to fight alone. I have to go down a road that you can't follow me on."

"Erik, please." You place a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. Burning the feel of your touch for what he believes would be the last time.

"I'm sorry my love."

He takes your hand and places a kiss onto it before walking away, fading into view with your heart breaking with every step he takes.

"Charles?" You call to him like a ship lost at sea.

"I'm right here. I'm right here darling." His voice rings out softly in your head. By the labors of his breath you know that he's fighting through his pain. You shiver as you feel a coldness drape over you, slumping further into the sand as exhaustion wins its fight over you.

“I’m scared.”

"Stay with me. We'll make it through this together." Charles voice fades out as your vision fades to black.

It truly was a miracle that you even pulled through at all. Hank managing to save you within an inch of your life. An unpleasant feeling sits deep in your stomach as you try to shake off the scenes replaying in your head. Before the guilt of wasting the day away consumes you, you rise up out of bed and make way for the kitchen. The halls were quiet now, faded were the days where students once roamed freely. When the war in Vietnam began, students and teachers alike were being drafted and many never returned home. Wallowing in his grief, Charles closed the doors to the school.

So you and Hank stayed behind in the mansion. Hank tinkered away on his own plans and research and you remained by Charles side as you both tried to process and move through each others grief. When Hank created a serum that gave Charles the ability to use his legs again you had thought things would get better, but time would reveal how wrong you were. Things ultimately took a turn for the worst, as Charles became dependent on the serum and became an alcoholic, he had turned into a version of himself that you never thought possible. He was short-tempered and full of rage at any given moment. Hank got the worst of it, and at times you thought about leaving but you knew that you wouldn't- Charles knew that you couldn't.

Yet, it would be wrong to put the entire blame on Charles for the way things were. The truth was that you too had turned to your vices to quiet the voices within your own head. Falling in love with little thin white lines and drowning yourself in the bottom of bottles, you too had spiraled into your own world of self-destruction just as Charles had. Your relationship hadn't necessarily been the most stable it's been either. It seemed that you and Charles were constantly at each's others throat nowadays but it wasn't always bad days. Despite the screaming matches, both of us turning to our vices, there was still something tethering us together-whether it be love or a trauma bond was becoming unclear as time passed.

As you enter the kitchen, you note the bottles and needles still littering the kitchen table. Charles must've been up all night-again. Fancying a tea you turn the stove on as you fill a kettle with water. you feel the house rumble just a bit. Looking towards the ceiling you can make out heavy footsteps as though someone were being chased. Just then a yell can be heard following a hard crash. Following the source of the disturbance, you enter the foyer where Charles, Hank, or rather Beast, and a strange man come into view.

"Charles? What's going on here?" Making your way across to the staircase where Charles sat on.

"Nothing darling this gentlemen was just leaving," with a scotch in hand he waves to the strange man.

"Afraid I can't do that because I was sent here for you." Taking a closer look at him you note that he's rather tall. He carries himself confidently, head held high in his brown leather jacket.

"Well tell whoever it was that sent you that I'm...busy," Charles trails off.

"That's gonna be a little tricky because the person who sent me here...was you."

"What?" Charles and I let out simultaneously.

"About fifty years form now. Look I kno-I know, stay with me," he pleads with us.

"Excuse me?" Crossing your hands over your chest you look over to Charles and you both share a puzzling look before facing the stranger in front of you again.

"Fifty years from now like in the future fifty years from now ?" Charles quips.

"Yeah."

"I sent you from the future," Charles asks amused.

"Yes, Charles," he says with a roll of his eyes, growing aggravated by our refusal to believe him.

"Piss off," Charles spits bitterly.

"Charles..." you place a hand on his shoulder.

"If you had your powers you'd know I was telling the truth."

With that you use your powers to enter his mind, not expecting what was awaiting you. Hazed memories of the man you now know is Logan, consumed your senses as you traveled within his world of memories. Fear melted on your tongue as you saw the horrors of the reality that the future held, pain and genocides lurking within every corner and within the midst of it-hope. Hope that the future could be rewritten. Voices and faces so familiar yet so unknown, as though you've known them, a version of them.

Leaving his mind, you stumble as you adapt back to this reality, piecing together the meaning behind Logan's memories. Charles immediately stands up to catch you before you fall.

"y/n?" Charles calls, voice shaky as he holds you. Your breath comes out shaky as you cling to him for support. "Charles he's not CIA." Looking up at Logan he meets your gaze with understanding eyes, grateful that now someone believes him.

"y/n-" Hank calls out doubtfully.

"Hank, I know what I saw," you affirm sternly.

"Are you alright? What are you talking about?" Charles desperately searches your eyes for some kind of clarity.

"I'm fine, Charles. He's not CIA or FBI. I got in his head and I-", the words seem to die on your tongue. How do you explain what you saw without seeming mental? "I saw you...but older. From the future."

You swallow the lump within your throat. Charles furrows his eyes in confusion, not knowing what to make of your revelation.

"Erik too. I saw all of us, together preparing for what I fear may be our doom."

From then you managed to convince Charles and Hank that Logan was indeed telling the truth and that he needed our help in ensuring the survival of mutants. The four of you ventured on the plan that Charles, from the future, had set out. Which led you to where you were right now, on a plane seated next to Charles with Erik in front of you. Breaking him out of the Pentagon had been no easy task, but with the help of a new speedster friend, the lot of you succeeded with somewhat minimal damage in the process.

"y/n I-"

"Shut up," you cut Erik off.

He puffs out a defeated sigh as he looks up at you with those pleading eyes of his. You had imagined what it would be like to see Erik again. You spent the best of years waiting for him to come back, to fix what he had broken. You knew you should've given up when news got out of his attempted assassination of the president, but it was moot. A part of you still loved Erik, a part of you still saw the good in him.

"Look I want to apologize for what I did."

"For what exactly? Cause there's a long list of things left unsaid," Charles shoots back bitterly.

"Charles" you mutter and he backs down. You know how hard this is for him too, seeing Erik. Having him within arms reach yet him being worlds away from the man that you two knew and loved.

"He's right," Erik says sitting upright in his seat, "I did things and people got hurt in the process."

Your eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of him, heart heavy with the hatred of his own beliefs and the pain that its inflicted.

“I’m sorry Charles for what happened, I truly am. Not a day passed where I let myself forget it, I never meant to hurt you."

The anger practically radiates off Charles as his leg anxiously bounces even faster. He then climbs up from his seat before storming off passing you and Erik until he disappears from view.

"He'll come around," you mutter.

"I know," Erik sighs. "Charles has a flair for the dramatics."

Your lips betray you as they curl into a small smile. Locking eyes with him you feel the guard you had fought so hard you built to distance yourself from him, rumble threatening to drop into ash.

"I missed you everyday, y/n."

"Erik please-"

"I couldn't escape you even if i tried. You know that better than I do."

"I thought I knew you, now I'm not so sure," you whisper barely loud enough for Erik to register.

Slumping further into his seat, the guilt settles deeper in his bones. He knows he'll never forgive himself for what he did that day on the beach. Yet, sitting here in front of you he wants nothing more than to be able to be loved by you again.

"I couldn't save you.." he croaks. Eyes glossy as tears began to pool his eyes.

"That didn't mean you had to go. Erik, we could've fought through it, together."

“I was too blind to see that I hurt the ones I love. I carry the weight of my crimes every day."

"You don't have to carry it alone." Hesitantly you reach your hand across to grab his. He's still warm to the touch just as you remembered, rubbing smooth circles over his knuckles with your thumbs, you savor the feel of him, having been deprived of it for so long.

"There's still time to make things right."

"I'd like that." Bringing your interlocked hand to his lips he places a kiss on top of your knuckles.

#erik lehnsherr x reader #magneto x reader #magneto imagine #cherik x reader #charles xavier x reader #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmen #xmen movies #marvel #xmen fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/19/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neil; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Wee John Wondays; LubeAsACrew; Stats/Trends; Fan Spotlight; Engagement Prompts; LoveNotes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

Hey All, today's been an off day for me, so please let me know if I've missed something. Hope you all had fun!

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

== Rhys Darby ==

Well, our goofball of a captain is back with more Red Dead Redemption II, check out Part 2 below:

Rhys also did comedy at Bourbon Room Hollywood last week, and = tmiddendorfphoto on IG captured quite a lot of photos of his set. Feel free to visit them:

== Con O ' Neill ==

Whoops! I had this prepped for yesterday then completely forgot, sorry Con! Con was out seeing BettyRules in NYC!

== Wee John Wonday ==

Kristian had Samba on WJW Today! Lots of cool stuff they chatted above! If you're unable to watch right now, there's a small breakdown of various high points below:

Highlights/Things We Learned:

Samba baby's name is Ocean

Samba was kind enough to stand in for WJW when someone else had to drop off for work.

Samba loves giving Kristian middle names: Kristian Victoria Nairn / Kristian Alexander Nairn / Kristian Valaria Nairn, Kristian Venereal Disease Nairn / Kristian Damien Nairn / Kristian Nicholas Nairn / Kristian Tabitha Nairn

There were live doves that would shit on you on set, and they shat on Samson

Kristian was a professional Chef

Samba wants to do Cryptic Factor w/Rhys

Samba is big into ufo's and cryptids

Kristian is also into paranormal stuff

Kristian - In New Zealand saw weird things on the lawn of his rental place (weird creatures focused on the balcony of his room)

David Fane - ate all the cheese in Calypso's Birthday

They really appreciate all the fans trying to save OFMD and would LOVE to get a season 3, even if only for 2 hours.

Samba would like ot do a bts/blooper combo but has to get permission first

For the wrap party, the cast members got each other gifts:

Samson got everyone crocs

EDIT: David Fane gave them Samoan necklaces (ty @denizbevan)!

Kristian said his "Gifts got stolen"

Samba gave them pictures / BTS videos

Q: Who was most elusive in regards to BTS?

Joel - also Ewan

Q: Favorite Soup?

Sambas favorite Soup - Chicken Noodle (chicken soup)

Kristian's favorite Soup - Cream of Tomato

Q: Did anything change with Roach in S2?

Yes, he became softer / trusting

Q: Lots of great energy and hanging out between crew members and family, (not something often seen) what do you think led to that?

Casting director Alison Jones - awesome at casting

Energy on set was positive and acceptance from the get go that helped

Sailing training, stunt training, sword fighting together helped bonding

Everyone on the cast was odd, and people moved out together so lots of small found family situations

Long hours together

Note: Stede's story time everyone is actually asleep, cause they've been up for like 18 hrs

Q: What's your favourite dessert, that you could live off forever?

Roach - Chocolate Mousse, really fluffy and airy

Kristian - Black Forest Cake

Q: What was best part of working in New Zealand?

8 hr days instead of 18 hrs days

Nature was gorgeous

Maori Elders did a land blessing

Q: Roach played a lot of roles, what do you think was his main role?

Cook, Doctor, therapist in that order.

Q: Would Aamba release a cookbook?

If enough interest, Yes - OFMD Cast Favorite Cookbook

And Mac and cheese recipe

Cakes and desserts

Q: What's it like being a new dad?

Amazing , no time to catch breath, feeling a lot of protectiveness and excitement and energy to step up and take care of the kiddo So fulfilling, Sambas a great dad.

Original Script / Deleted Scene Stuff:

In original script: Roach was going to end up with the crew of revenge, but then changed the script cause Samba would look like a kid who stole his dads jacket, so Frenchie was cap

Originally Zheng called the crew "beta" instead of "tender" but they changed it.

Innkeeper deleted scenes:

Everyone's eating soup on deck, roach was supposed to be serving people soup, and Fang says "Ah, Leroy, I'm so glad you're alive?" and Lucius goes "I'm sorry do you think my name is Leroy?"

Oluwande was crying, Jim asks if he was, he says no he gets that thing when he's around grass, and Jim says "A yeah lots of grass around here"

Other deleted scene:

Kristian saying "its sizest" doing big guy stuff

And roach says he's stuck doing tall skinnhy guy stuff

Pete asks if he's stuck doing bald guy stuff

More Deleted scenes:

Ewan zip lines over first and yells: "I was born to fly"

Roach zip line screams quietly cause they tell him to be quiet, and then he lands and says, "why its so sticky I wanna go back", and he tries to get back on the rope but Frenchie flys in and knocks him over.

Another Delete scene:

Wee John was going to dress up as cupid, would have encouraged Stede and Ed, who would have danced to "At Last" and then when and boned.

== Samba BTS ==

In honor of Wee John Wonday's, Samba added some more BTS starring Kristian, and shared the video he talked about in WJW regarding Kristian's birthday.

== Lube As A Crew ==

Astroglide sent @Seven_Sugars a carepackage for a lovely review!

== Stats Stats Stats / Trends ==

Thank you @meowzawowza_ as usual for the awesome insight!

Trends! Thank you @merryfinches and @debphotog for catching these!

== Fan Spotlight ==

For those of you not on twitter, you may not have seen @wndrngnomad's collage's she's been doing each day for the cast members! They go back quite a while so I'll add them all to the repo, but they kind enough to give me permission to share them with the everyone outside of twitter!

== Engagement Prompts ==

Over on Instagram @saveofmdcrewmates have some engagement prompts for tomorrow: #CrossoverCruesday. Time to switch it up! What is your fantasy crossover beween another show and OFMD? Crossover AU anyone?

== Articles ==

Special thanks to @heide79728 on Twitter for sharing all these international headlines!

HBO MAX "praised the loyal audience that engaged with the series and contributed to building an interactive community around it." - Article in Arabic

"14 Recommended Series-fans are already deeply engaged in a massive campaign to encourage another network to buy the rights and produce another season to give the story the ending it deserves" - Article in Hebrew

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies.

Have you had any water lately? Did you get to go outside and take a walk? Please remember that you need breaks sometimes, even if they're only a few minutes here or there.

You deserve rest-- and when things get rough, your brain needs a couple minutes to reset. Remember to take care of yourself and practice some self-care.

Self care means fun too!

Do something you enjoy that makes you smile. I'm not a fan of sticker/sticky things-- but I know a lot of people who love googly-eyes so I figured this was appropriate.

Anyway, gnight/gday crew, have a lovely one.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I think I've done this Darby one on these recaps before, but I needed to have a theme tonight, and the them is well, I think you know. Yes that is Taika in the stash, from "Boy".

#Instagram #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #our flag means death #adopt our crew #save ofmd #ofmd #taika waititi #samba schutte #con o'neill #david fane #joel fry #ewen bremner #rhys darby #ofmd bts

[chasedbyatlantic]

when you wash your hair, joel miller

summary: IN WHICH — you decide to surprise a sleeping joel after you've been working all day outside of jackson's walls, but it doesn't go as you plan.

warnings: gender neutral x joel miller, post outbreak!joel, jackson!joel, mentions of you and joel in a relationship, sub!joel, joel has ptsd, joel almost hurts reader (doesn't tho so dw!), lots of fluff at the end, cute ending, lots of swearing, ellie being annoying as per usual LOL. lmk if there’s anything i missed <3

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: hiiii this is my very first fic on tumblr! i have been obsessed w/ tlou for the LONGEST time now so why not start writing for my fav fictional mass murderer? anyway- hope u guys enjoy! i plan to post a ton more so stay tuned xoxo

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You had just finished an ungodly long shift along the outskirts of Jackson, keeping everyone inside safe from- well, whatever lay outside (scary squirrels, mostly). It had been so different since you arrived, with Joel and Ellie. For starters, you weren't kept on edge every single second of every single day - Joel was, which you always got pissed at him for, since you two were more than safe inside these walls. There was also the fact that life had sort of just- resumed, after twenty years of fighting for your life. It was alright, though, a sense of normalcy was nice, even if it were to only last for a little while (you were hoping it lasted forever).

As soon as you were inside the gates of Jackson, you rode over to the stables in which your horse, Leo, was housed at. The big wooden doors were opened by a stable hand that looked no older than Ellie, maybe she knew who this was, you thought to yourself.

You had slid the kid a small "thank you." as they closed the door behind you, and you hopped off Leo. You reached in your bag and scrounged for a second, before pulling out an apple core, the remains of the apple you had eaten earlier. "Here boy," your hand raised towards the horse's snout with the leftovers in-palm, and he took it as if it were the best thing in the world.

Leo munched away while you swapped his bridle for a halter and lead, tugging him to his freshly-mucked stall. He had walked over to his water bucket and you moved with him, undoing his girth and removing his saddle. It was hoisted over your arm as you moved out and locked his stall. "Excuse me," You called over to the stable hand that had let you in as you put all of his tack on the stand in front, "Do you mind brushing him down for me? I've had a long day and gotta get home quick."

The kid nodded their head eagerly, which had earned a smile from you. You weren't lying about having a long day or needing to get home quick - besides, you had always stayed after your shifts, right now you were just craving to see your favourite person (and a warm bath too, you had guessed).

You had removed your gloves as you took one last glimpse at your boy before you left him to be taken care of by the stable hand. As you walked out of the stable, you were greeted with a nice breeze. It wasn't exactly winter yet, but it sure as hell wasn't summer. Autumn was close on finishing, which only meant the days were getting longer.

It took you a mere twenty five minutes to walk back to the Miller residence. If you had a little pep in your step, it would've taken no longer than fifteen. But, being up since before sunrise has its cons. Anyway, it isn't your fault that Tommy and Maria (Joel's brother and new sister-in-law) placed you guys in the farthest house literally ever.

As you approached closer to the home, you could see the familiar little (she would kill you if she heard you describe her as little) girl. The girl took notice of you too, "Fucking finally!" Ellie had kicked up her skateboard, grabbing the tip of it, and came running over. "Jesus Christ, I thought you had got eaten by like- fucking bigfoot out there!", She seemed to be only half-joking.

"I was not eaten out there, Ellie." You sigh as you messed her hair up slightly with your hand, "Is Joel still out on patrol?" You had asked the girl. Her face dropped, earning an "ugh!" from her. "You two love birds are gross. You should care more about me than him! He's a frail, broken, old man while I'm a super cool, and totally awesome young person." You rolled your eyes, an automatic laugh escaping your lips. "Another half an hour out here, Elle. It's almost sundown- and please be careful, for fuck sakes. I don't want to be popping your kneecap back in place because of a fall off that- board."

You weren't Ellie's mom, and you didn't mean to take any place of a motherly figure in her life - it just, sort of happened. After what had happened in Salt Lake City a year ago, and you had fought for Ellie back alongside Joel, you couldn't help but grow so much more attached to her- you and Joel both. This is when your motherly instincts (you were never a mother, not before or during this apocalyptic world) kicked in. You both shared a special bond, one that would never be broken, despite the cruel world you both live in.

A small grunt and a "fine" escaped the girl's lips as she flips her board down and kicks off down the street. You shake your head with an almost disapproving look and walk down the rest of the block to your home. A small smile plays upon your lips as you approach the house with a mailbox at the bottom of the driveway that reads "MILLER". Your last name was not Miller, but you were in a relationship with a Miller, so that could maybe, in the slightest, count as your name too.

Your hand brushed past the rusted metal box as you walk up the paved drive way, you're excited to see Joel. Hell, it feels like it's been an eternity since you've seen that man - when in reality, it's only been since this morning. You climb up the wooden stairs at the front of your porch and remove your boots before entering the house - this saved horrid amounts of mud that would scatter in the small foyer of your home. Once your feet are out of your dirty boots, you silently enter the home.

The door was never locked, not when Joel knew you or Ellie weren't home. You didn't know why he kept it unlocked- maybe in case something had happened and you needed to get home fast, or in case you would lose your keys while out and about. It wasn't that big of a deal, though; nobody else lived in this part of the town (besides Tommy and Maria, who were distant neighbours).

It was dead silent when you entered, too eery for your liking. "Joel?" You called out as you shrugged off your autumn layers. No response. "Joel?" You call out once again, moving to where you had seen the light. You approached tip-toeing, starting to get a bit on edge. Joel was always there to greet you when you got home, unless he had patrol duty himself. As soon as you step foot in your living room, all of the previous worries you had melted away as you saw your favourite person curled up on the arm chair, sitting back and mouth open slightly. You wish you had a camera, god a polaroid of this would be amazing.

You approached him, quiet as ever, sliding the sleeves of your soft-knit sweater over ninety percent of your hands. You had brought your face closer to Joel's once you were close enough. The smell of his vanilla and rose scented shampoo had engulfed you. Joel said he hated it (in reality, he definitely did not), but if it made you love him a little more, he would wash his hair with it.

"You're perfect, you know that." You whisper to him, even though he was sound asleep. From the faded freckles over the bridge of his nose from being out in the sun too much this summer, to the small scars that littered his forehead from years of just surviving, he was perfect.

You breathed hushly as you moved your hands up to his face, to cup his cheeks. You thought it was perfect, for him to wake up to you (as if he didn't every morning) at this moment. You knew he missed you when he wasn't with you, he told you multiple times. This would be a nice thing to make his day slightly better, you had thought. Your fingers made soft contact with the flesh on his face - but, this is where it all went wrong.

Joel had shot up from the deep (well, you thought deep) sleep he was in and grabbed the hands that were touching his face. It hadn't registered to him that it was actually you who was touching his face, and not a clicker, or a raider, or anything else. Rage and a sense of fear filled his eyes as they shot opened, eyebrows furrowed as they looked around frantically - he was ready to fight.

A loud grunt and an "ow." escaped your lips once your hands were grabbed and yanked. It had happened within a blink of an eye. You weren't exactly in the mood for getting manhandled in this current moment, but here you were. "Joel- hey, hey, it's just me. You're okay." You spoke quick, trying to pry him off your hand.

It was now that his eyes had met yours, and it took him a moment (which felt like eternity) to process it was you. "Baby.." His grip immediately loosened and his eyes fell. He looked horrified, at himself rather than anything. "M'sorry." There was a tone in his voice that made him sound ashamed, like he had just broken bad news to someone he loved.

"Don't apologize to me, Jesus Christ." You spoke almost too fast and brought your hand to his face again, you felt bad for scaring him awake- your plan had massively backfired. It took Joel a minute before he melted into the touch of your hand in his cheek, something he will only do when it is only you and him around each other. "Shouldn't have been sleepin' while you weren't home." He muttered, his eyes looking everywhere but at yours.

Your heart ached, he shouldn't feel like this- fuck, you're so stupid for doing this you thought to yourself. "Don't apologize baby, hey-" You brought his focus to you, and only you, "-listen, you're alright, okay? We're safe here, you know. I'm safe, Ellie's safe, you're safe." You reassured the man in front of you. "If you want to sleep all day without a care in the world, you can do it."

Joel was being extremely vulnerable right now- and he knew that you sensed it. This part of him never came out, he was always the strong one in the relationship (not that you weren't, he just had that aura linked to him). Your finger rubbed back and forth over his cheek. "M'sorry for waking you from your nap- I was just too jealous of how peaceful you looked. All comfortable in your blue sweater.." your eyes started to trail down his body right in front of you, "-your sweatpants.." you snapped yourself out of the trance you had fallen in, your eyes reaching back up to Joel's.

He was just quiet, in his own thoughts. "Ya'know I love you." you told him. He looked like he snapped out of his own thoughts once you said this to him, the smallest smile known to man appearing on his face (it was genuine, though). "I know, darlin'." This was your cue, you reached forward and placed your lips onto Joel's. Now this, this was home- god, you could've had your lips on his all day for eternity. Joel melted into the kiss, and placed one of his hands on your thighs.

Things had got heated between the two of you within seconds, suddenly the positions were switched and you were straddling Joel on the armchair in your living room. It wasn't until you tore apart from his lips that it hit you. "Ellie’s going to be home soon, baby. We can't have her catching us like this- not again." You tell him as you catch your breath. His lips find your neck, he only hummed in response. After a moment of no proper response from him, you tap his shoulder, "Seriously, Joel!". He had grunted, basically forcing himself off of you. "So let her see us, not like she don't know 'bout it." He muttered, leaning back in the chair you two were in. "Oh, suddenly you're mister PDA?" You asked as you got up, stretching.

He said something under his breath that you couldn't catch, but chose not to pressure him about it. "But hey.." You grab his hand and help him up, "Maybe you could help me in the shower, hm? Let me borrow some o' that good smellin' shampoo ya' got? Wash my hair for me?” Your eyes met his, a smile completely lighting up your entire face. "I'on mind, doll. Maybe you could help me with a few things too," He reaches down, pressing a wet kiss onto your lips.

You take this as the perfect time to slip your fingers between his, and lead him up to the second floor of your large house. Even though you had completely scared the shit out of Joel earlier, and you thought you were a dead man for a split second, he forgave you. He always forgives you - this is why you love him.

Joel had promised you that he would always stay, no matter what had happened between you two. After years of being together, through your ups and your downs, through your serious arguments and your little scares (like this), he was yours. Joel was always yours, and you were always his.

You two come laughing down the stairs, completely soaked from the shower you had taken together. Joel was back in the clothes he wore when you got home, and you were changed into one of his shirts and a pair of sleeping shorts you had. He had his hand in yours as you lead him down the stairs. Before you could even step foot on the first floor, an "ew!" was yelled by a familiar voice.

"That is fucking disgusting- I cannot believe it! I can't leave you two together for more than thirty minutes before you turn into fucking rabbits. I may as well start thinking about names for the baby!" Ellie over exaggerates, acting completely disgusted from you and Joel holding hands.

Joel shoots Ellie a death glare as he drops his hand from yours momentarily, about to open his mouth before you interrupt. "Do I need to send you to your room, or something? You're so fucking crazy Elle!" You had let the little nick name slip out of your mouth, "You know I would never do anything unholy under the same roof as you." Well, you weren't lying. You and Joel never did it while Ellie was there, you didn't want anyone hearing what happened while you two were alone.

"Don't care, that's gross! Dinner is already made, I am GOING TO BED!" She had yelled as she was already half way up the stairs to her room on the second floor. Joel's hand snaked around your waist from behind as you tsk. "We got stuck with the most batshit crazy kid, I'm telling you."

Joel's hand tightens a smudge when you say that, "I love her though, and you I guess." He rests his head between the crook of your neck and slightly lets go once you add that. Even after the little bicker between the teenager, you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

Even though you were in the midst of an apocalypse, life couldn't have been anymore good to you. They gave you Joel, and you were content - more than content - with it.

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when you wash your hair, matt maltese

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ell #ellie the last of us #joel the last of us #joel miller the last of us #ellie williams the last of us #joel x you #joel x reader #x reader #gn reader #chasedbyatlantic #joel #miller #the last of us

[runa-falls]

cat and mouse - 4

summary: every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. but really, it was! you don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. except, now you did...

warnings: angst, short chapter

w/c: ~1k

a/n: this gif but mig and reader -- i've been busy with a bunch of other fics/blurbs and i've been out of town so i haven't been writing as much. i know i've been neglecting my miguel o'hara fics but i just haven't been very inspired lately

part 1 part 2 part 3

masterlist

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“This you?” Your eyes squint at the newspaper.

He’s practically shoving it in your face. 

You were once again swept away against your will and taken to the top of a building. This time from the middle of the street as you were making your way to a sandwich shop a block or so from Feli’s. You desperately needed something to subdue that horrible acidic feeling of a hangover. 

It’s already 3 o’clock, but the ache in your bones has only worsened, not to mention your irritated attitude.

You don’t get why Spider-Man couldn’t have just met you at a coffee place. In fact, coffee is just what you need right now. 

“Hm, I don’t think so. I’ve never been to…Mama Jane’s pizzeria.” He flips it over and realizes he turned to the wrong page. 

“Dammit,” He ruffles through the paper then turns it back around. “No, this.”

The headline is hard to miss: ‘Mysterious ‘twin-kissers’ break into the Nueva Bank of America’

You scrunch your nose, “Twin-kissers? They really couldn’t have chosen a better name?”

“What’re you doing blasting holes into buildings?” 

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean’?!” 

“Ok, ok, chill.” Your head is already pounding from the night before, and his impatient tone isn’t helping. “Calm down. Or at least be a little quieter”

“Calm down? You’ve got the whole PDNY after you! You’re lucky they have shit cameras at banks or you’d be toast.” 

You ignore him and walk over to the edge of the roof. You don’t want to look at him right now. Or have him look at you. 

“Please, as if the PDNY has caught anyone without your help.” 

“That’s not the point!”

There’s a ghost of a feeling itching the back of your mind reminding you how you used to have a horrible fear of heights before the accident.

Now, you wouldn’t even care if you fell and smashed into the pavement like a moldy pumpkin. You’d actually welcome it.

Your head already feels like it’s about to implode, so why not speed up the process?

It wouldn’t happen anyway. Spider-Man is with you. He’s too good, he wouldn’t let it happen no matter how many banks you blow up.

You sit down on the ledge, letting your legs hang over the bustling city below. 

He sighs, god he’s dramatic. “Look, Blaze.” That name. That dumbass name that started it all. You look up at him, eyes tired – body tired. “I just want to know why you’re acting like this. We both know this isn’t you.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. We? There’s a we?

It’s your turn to sigh. 

You look back down at the street below you, under your idly swinging chucks. Little people living their little lives, always on their way to or from somewhere. With purpose.

Your purpose blew up alongside the reactor. 

“You don’t even know me, Spider-Man.” 

“Miguel.”

“Spider-Man.” You tilt your head upwards and look at the skyline, the world around you. A view you can only see from a certain height. What he’s always looking at. What he’s trying to protect? 

You turn to him and he’s looking at you, standing tall next to your seated body. You hate how he looks down on you even though you put yourself in this position. 

But it’s not just him, it’s everyone. The world’s against you and you have no idea how to fight back. 

“What’s changed?”

“What, you thought this little charade of cat and mouse would go on forever? That I would be your little villain-of-the-week my whole life?” 

He shakes his head then softly says your name. Your actual name. You haven’t heard it since you’ve turned into this…monster. “I mean, what’s changed between us?” 

“There is no us.” You mean to spit it out, lay it on him like acid on paper, push him away, but you only sound defeated. Done. “There was one kiss fueled by adrenaline at the height of a heist – well, an attempted heist – and now there’s this.” You let the words settle into the silence. “A Spider-Man and a girl.” 

You hear him approach and take a seat next to you, but you don’t look over. His skin-tight blue and red suit contrasts sharply with the pale rust of the brick, and even more, the dirty grey of the pavement down below. 

“I don’t believe that.”

You scoff, staring at the cars, taxis, and buses stopped at a traffic light. It’s easier to look at the red light than his concerned crimson eyes. You’re scared you’ll betray yourself and get lost in them again. Lost in him. Because you know this time, you won’t hold back. 

 “You don’t have to believe anything. It is what it is.” 

“No, see I don’t get it. You were never a villain, barely even a criminal, but because of some words, some stupid narrative, you’re trying to be someone you aren’t.  Because it’s the easy way out.”

Your head snaps to him, “Easy? You think this is easy?”

“I think you’re letting yourself get pulled into a life that isn’t yours. I-I’m sca–...concerned you’re going to lose yourself.” That I’m going to lose you.

It sits unspoken in the air and fizzes against your skin. You decide it’s… uncomfortable.  

You think about how you got to this point. The fear and betrayal that had you bobbing for apples in that vat of fluid, the instant rejection you received from the city once you got out, the push and pull that you’ve had with Miguel, and the first real friend you’ve ever had, Feli. 

She’s a criminal, that’s for sure, but she’s always had your back. Helped you to embrace the new you. How could you deceive her and take what was once hers? 

You get up without another word. There’s nothing to decide, you already know what you need to do. You make your way to the door leading to the stairs. 

“Blaze…”

“We don’t owe each other anything, Spider-Man. Just get out of my way and watch the city burn.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #atsv fic #spider man: across the spider verse #cat and mouse

[thenanamisimp]

Danmei and MXTX novels

Would you look at that, another post that's not about anime? WILD. It is about MXTX novels though so the hyperfixations continue. I'm actually in the process of planning a very lengthy analysis of all three of her series but this is a warning, don't expect too much. I was never good at those in school plus it's been almost 7 years since I've last written something like that but I feel so passionate about her works that I really wanna try to share what I thought about the novels. Nevertheless, this isn't actually those analysis posts since those are gonna be separate and will probably be written after I re-read each series. However, since I'm actually finally fully done reading all her series - including the extra side chapters - I wanted to quickly share some of my opinions and how I feel after finishing all 18 of the books.

This goes without saying but just in case - SPOILER WARNING for Heaven Official's Blessing, The grandmaster of demonic cultivation and The scum villain's self saving system novels.

First off, if you haven't read any of MXTX's work before, prepare for trauma and tragedy. Most of her characters are either deeply traumatised already or in the process of. I will always encourage people to read content warnings before reading her books.

Starting off with my favourite - TGCF or Tian Guan Ci Fu (aka Heaven Official's Blessing). This story means a lot to me. I got introduced to TGCF through the donghua before I even knew it was queer fiction and even with censorship, the closet is made of fucking GLASS so I had to look for the source material. Honestly it took me a while to commit to reading the whole series as I've been struggling to pick up books for years now but TGCF actually got me back into reading (I think in total it took me about 8 days to read all 8 volumes). More than just the story telling being good, I got so incredibly attached to every single character (except Jun Wu, he can eat shit - tho the fact I'm even saying this speaks volumes about how well MXTX can write characters. It takes a lot for me to hate a character this much).

Taking place in a beautiful fantasy world, we follow Xie Lian and Hua Cheng through tragic traumatic past and present and we learn of the horrible truths about the lives of immortal beings. We also see two idiots in love take their sweet ass time to confess. I love me a good slow burn full of longing and pining. I eat that shit UP every time and MXTX gave it to me with every single one of her series.

TGCF for me was a journey full of kicking my feet at fluff, second hand embarrassment (because xl I stg, what do you MEAN you were taught how to resist the advances of women but not how to resist hot men you gay lil shit the closet is made of glass) and honestly, lots of crying. The hundred stabs incident, ruoye's creation and hcg's last death made me sob and scream (no exaggeration, I was stomping around my room, crying and yelling GIVE HIM BACK RIGHT NOW).

Also, in a not so unpopular opinion (I think?), Pei Ming is my fave because 1) he's the no.1 Hualian shipper - check the whole Mt Tunglu adventure for proof and also 2) he's just a lil slut with a big heart. I could seriously talk about him forever because I went from hating him after he tried to throw the blame for the Banyue Pass incident on Xie Lian, to loving him after I realised that everything he does, he does because he is truly just a kind man who loves a good fight. He's so silly! Just a lil guy! Go Pei Ming go!

Fuck you Jun Wu. Again. (I hate him just as much as I hate Mahito. Maybe a little less. I really hate Mahito).

Moving on to my second favourite (but honestly it's such a close one), MDZS or Mo Dao Zu Shi (The grandmaster of demonic cultivation). Take a wild guess about how I got introduced to it... Fandom of course, because very few people talk about TGCF online without mentioning MDZS so I just had to give it a chance.

The great grandmaster of demonic cultivation has been dead for a while but when he gets gifted a new body through a not so well known demonic ritual, he runs into an old acquaintance. We learn about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's past and current world of cultivation and hear stories about messy betrayals and conspiracies. Aaaand we find out about some more trauma and tragedy because is it really an MXTX novel without it?

And talk about a rollercoaster because (and please don't hate me for this) I found Wei Wuxian annoying initially.... But it's okay now because I kin him so go figure. Tho I actually kin only his adult self, I was a very introverted and rule abiding teenager, a lil more like Lan Wangji. In any case, wwx is the same stupid chaotic bisexual that I am and he is babygurl. Yeah and what if he murdered 3000 people? It was self defense. THEY ATTACKED FIRST. Your honour, he did nothing wrong and he does not deserve to be punished!

On a serious note, MDZS explores so many themes that are personally important to me, my favourite being the power dynamics of the world. It’s truly moving that even with all the pain Wei Wuxian went through, how far in his cultivation and how powerful he got, he still couldn't protect those he loved (until Lan Wangji of course because Wangxian is perfect together and they always protect and defend each other. Wangxian my beloved). While it might be a stretch for some, it really reminded me of how powerless we are in the world. People aim to educate themselves and go on to do whatever they can to better the world in their own way and yet, it really feels like nothing’s improving sometimes. I could talk about this for hours but maybe I’ll leave that for another time and another analysis post since this is supposed to be a shorter one (lmao)

Last but not least, RZFZX or Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong (honestly this one I use the english name for because I can’t pronounce the chinese as much as I try - The scum villain's self saving system or Svsss). This one I actually kinda struggled with - first of all because WHY BUGS MXTX. Not much bothers me in fiction but BUGS? Too far. Heads with spider legs? Raw flesh with maggots? Blood mites? I was out (for about half an hour and then I kept reading). Please note that it's not the raw flesh that bothered me, it was the fucking maggots. I can read about graphic murder, creepy hauntings, torture and many more but as soon as there are bugs? Nope! I’m done. People have phobias and that’s mine I guess. Enough ranting about bugs!

The story follows Shen Qingqiu, the scum villain of the hit web novel Proud Immortal Demon's Way (or PIDW for short, as it's referred to in Svsss) who is actually one of the original readers - and haters - of PIDW, who transmigrates into the book in order to fix the plot holes left by the original author. With his guide “the system” he does his best to lead the male lead of PIDW, Luo Binghe, down a better path than in the original story.

Svsss employs a comedic way of storytelling, with our protagonist being omniscient, it allows for the narration to be sarcastic and poke fun at a lot of moments that are cliche or badly written, as interpreted by sqq. Honestly, this is just a personal preference but I favour the more serious storytelling way of MDZS and TGCF (give me hurt until the very end when the main characters get together and then give me comfort).

To me, Svsss is a lot harder to analyse as a lot of its themes are unfamiliar to me, especially considering I’m the furthest from having any sort of humanitarian education (I have 2 engineering degrees). Using a story within a story, MXTX is able to deliver two main overarching themes; one about abuse and its results through Luo Binghe as well as one about the relationship of author and their readers, the feeling of being trapped by the readers' opinions and wanting your story to be liked through Shang Qinghua (to be honest, I hadn’t really picked up on this one until I saw discussion about this in the fandom).

If I'm being completely honest, I don't think I grasped this series as well as the other ones and I'm finding it hard to digest lbg and sqq's relationship. I'm unsure as to what it is that's holding me back from loving them as much as Hualian and Wangxian. I do tend to prefer tropes like theirs more than the whole "had to convince him to date me" thing which is what Bingqiu's relationship seemed like to me up until the end of volume 3. It’s also why I'm glad I actually followed through and finished the extras in volume 4 (I was really tempted to stop reading once I finished volume 3 not gonna lie). I believe those to be integral to understanding sqq's feelings towards lbh and while I understand that sqq did actually love lbh from the beginning (denial is a river in egypt and the gloset is made of glass - what the fuck is with MXTX's bottoms and the damn glass closet), I struggled to see the tipping point of where he actually understood his own feelings and what was going on in his head and that he was actually in love with lbh. Which is why I think to really understand Svsss, I would seriously need to reread it.

I also would love to eventually talk about queerness in MXTX's work because in each book, sexuality and queerness is explored and examined in so many different ways. As a queer person myself, it fascinates me as I can relate to so much of it. To be honest, I think I could write a short thesis on just this.

Honestly, while I'm very passionate about my favourite pieces of media (if you've heard me talk about any of my top 5 anime you'll understand what I mean), there hasn't been a lot of things outside JJK and MXTX's novels that have made me wanna dive deep into analysing every single detail. It genuinely makes me feel like I'm gonna implode sometimes. These 3 series have seriously reignited my love for reading. I was shown that a good book - in my opinion of course - doesn't need to avoid difficult topics. It simply needs to use them well as a means of delivering a message and a story, rather than them being included just to be included. They also reminded me that I love queer fiction and I need to read more.

I actually would really like to read Erha (or 2ha or The husky and his white cat shizun) but I've read the content warnings and I'm ~~apprehensive~~. While not a lot of things bother me, I'm not sure I want to read about that stuff (please look at the content warnings of this book, or any piece of media in that matter, especially if you have topics that easily bother or trigger you). Remember, it's our responsibility as readers/consumers to look out for ourselves first!

Please recommend any good danmei (other than MXTX) and possibly include links where they can be read! I would also highly appreciate recommendations for some good wlw fantasy fiction as I really would love to read some wlw novels - or even anime/movies/webtoons/manga. Just in desperate need of quality wlw content.

Also while I said I'd keep it short, it seems I ended up writing over 2000 words…

PS. I proofread this about 5 times and during one of them my file crashed, so if there's any mistakes or if I’m not making sense somewhere, blame my deep-fried brain, thanks

Thanks for reading my novel ramble! Enjoy reading :)

theNanamiSimp

#i'm adding a lot of tags because i put a lot of effort into this post actually and i want people to see it #danmei #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #mxtx #mo xiang tong xiu #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu

[laguezze]

Since my first PAC was quite a success I'm here for more!

PAC Reading: Random messages from your soulmate

I'm doing this thinking of a romantic soulmate, the one and only definitive one. You know who lol.

W A R N I N G ⚠️

It's honest, it's blunt, it's me 💅

Cussing

Also, might get a bit non PG. I'm gonna try keep it PG 16+ so if you're under that age pls leave and focus on school and your dreams because that's what's important right now. Don't rush love, sweetie. It will come to you when it's meant to come to you.

Are we ready? Stacy gworls, it's going 👇

(if you get that reference you're an MVP)

Let's go!

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

PILE 1

Hey girl (that's what I channeled, don't come at me). What you doin' (imitating that one F.R.I.E.N.D.S character i don't remember the name of)

Let's listen to Bruno Mars together and dance under the moonlight on our living room.

I guess there isn't much moonlight on our living room, though.

Oh well, whatever. You get what I mean.

Listen, our life may be simple but we're not. We're complicated. You more than me, though, I'm a little dumb sometimes.

Can we get a dog? A big intimidating one, not a Chihuahua pls you know i can't stand those little freaks. They freak me out, i don't get the hype around them.

I wanna grow old with you, but stay young at the same time. I am afraid of stopping with age. I wanna do things with you forever, I want nothing to stop me. Lol that has connotations if you know what i mean *wink wink*

Anyways, babe. I love everything about you. Even when you're a grumpy h*e and cuss me out for not throwing expired cheese away.

I still believe cheese doesn't expire but i throw it away for you. Because i love you and i respect you and your weird ass stomach that can't handle expired cheese that's not actually expires because cheese overall does not expire ever.

AnywAYS i will stop trying to pick a fight over cheese.

I love you. 3000, 3001, 3002, 3003...

Ok I'll stop

I'll see you soon when i get home.

Your one and only local dumbass.

I love your person skdjdjdjjd they are hilarious I'm ded.

PILE 2

Wassup, bestie. One word: YoLo

(what is wrong with your person, they seem to like teasing you with weird slang skdjdjjd love that)

Moving on, can we like... Talk? You've been so distant lately and it hurts me to realize how far away we are from each other both psychically and mentally.

I don't get why we can't just love each other, it's so unfair.

I love you too much to handle, and I will be there every step of the way. I don't care if you're not successful right now, you will be soon and I'll be there with a sign that says: YOU DID IT! screaming your name.

You are my best friend and my lover simultaneously but you also are my family.

I simply can't live without you.

Please don't give up on me, or your dreams, or anything. Just do not give up.

I love you, ok?

Thanks for being in my life.

Random but i got: spicy tamale, spicy chicken, chicken tenders, 22, LGBTQ community, church

PILE 3

Hey love,

I don't have much to say, you know who i am. Even if you don't know me yet, i am there in your subconscious, letting you know that i exist, letting you know that i acknowledge your existence and can't bare this time in separation.

But worry not, as our souls will find each other. Maybe not soon, but trust that they will. We are meant to be together, always and forever.

You say i remind you of your childhood crush, you say I'm like Edward Cullen and i act like i hate it but i don't. The fact that i resemble something you love so dearly makes me feel important, as if I've been there with you forever.

Plus, vampires are sexy creatures.

I'm glad we don't know each other yet here in the real world. I cannot believe what a mess i am right now. But I'll straighten up for you, dear. I always do.

Stop overthinking and worrying. You'll do great at that function. You always do great and it pains me to see you so nervous. I'll be there in spirit sending you flowers and love. Always with you, no matter what.

I love you, sweetheart. You and your small, little hands.

DANG Y'ALL, WE GETTIN THAT BELLA SWAN ERA WITH THIS PERSON. (I picked this one)

THE END

Hope it resonated!!

#tarot readings #free readings #tarot #tarot blog #free tarot reading #pick a card #tarot pick a pile #free tarot readings #tarot pick a card #pac #tarot pac #soulmate pac #soulmates #soulmate #soulmate pick a card #soulmate tarot #soulmate pick a pile

[carusolikey]

The Blue Hour

a Max Phillips & Bloodsucking Bastards FanFic

Don't get your Easter Eggs in a scramble, we'll sort you out right here!

Return to Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 - I guess you could say things are getting a little serious.

"Scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling - the Cullins family, old Mr. Feeney, little Old Mrs. White whose husband just passed away last year, the Partridge family with all of their little kids." Right off the bat! I've "homage'd" names from fictional television and movie families:

The Cullin vampire family of Twilight, in a story about a vampire it just makes sense. Mr. Feeney, the curmudgeonly, but beloved teacher from Boy Meets World. Mrs. White, as in Betty White - and in my mind, specifically her character from the classic horror (comedy? funny to me!) Lake Placid. The Partridge Family from The Partridge Family, the other musical family from the 1970's who hung out in a Piet Mondrian (Dutch Painter who did all of the lines and squares with primary colors that everybody loved then and loves now, why not?) homage'd bus.

"I buried my head under the covers and practiced mindful breathing, 8 seconds in, hold for 8, breathe out for 8."

This is a method of breathing known as box breathing - it's super helpful for anyone experiencing stress, panic attacks, and some forms of PTSD. “When we’re anxious, we breathe shallowly and quickly, which actually creates more anxiety within your body,�� Dr. Young explains. “We can use breathwork to move out of the fight-or-flight state and into that parasympathetic nervous system.”

This article from the Cleveland Clinic provides a little more information for anyone interested in utilizing the practice as a coping mechanism or meditation technique (as always, this is something to be used in conjunction with a trusted medical professional).

"Wearing my favorite classic baby tee with a pic of Jake Ryan from 16 Candles on it that says, “I ❤️ Jake Ryan” --

This is one of those classic 80's teen rom-coms. But it definitely hasn't aged well, so I'm not going to include a trailer for it, because IYKYK, and if you don't - all you really need to know is that this is Jake Ryan:

Aw, fine. I'll do the ending scene. All you need to know is that Samantha (Molly Ringwald) spent her whole 16th birthday getting ignored by her family and friends, the people she wanted attention from - but got tons of unwanted and frankly traumatizing attention from other people.

Until Jake Ryan (Michael Schoeffling), the guy she's had a huge crush on, shows up at her sister's wedding, and focuses all of his attention on her, giving her the 16th birthday of her dreams. Is the dialogue great? No. But the imagery is the stuff that imprints on your brain forever at an impressionable young age. And that's what counts? And that's what counts!

"It was a short walk to the dingy theater, where the midnight showing was of a movie called, The Room, which I’d thought was a movie starring Brie Larsen, but Max assured me - was not" -- This is a cult classic, terrible and hilarious, and incredibly quotable. Tommy Wiseau is an enigma wrapped in a cloak of secrecy - and this article by Vox does an amazing job of breaking down the 5 W's and how this became what it is today:

"Giving him a determined look, I declared, “Bring it on.” Giving me back an equal amount of sass, Max proclaimed, “Oh, it’s already been broughten.” --

C'mon Gabrielle Union circa 2000 - Icon!

She's so fantastic and this was one of the first "teen" movies that addressed white girls culturally appropriating - but also getting called out on it. (*Cough* Save the Last Dance *Cough*) Gabrielle spoke up about her experience on this movie, and what she wishes she would've done differently, and it is fantastic (watch the video included in the article - please!):

“All around this area are different satellite locations of the Museum of Bad Art, and one of them is located here. It’s really terrible art that they’ve collected from local art shows, from Good Will, the Salvation Army, estate sales, just from anywhere they can find it, and it’s stunning in its horrificness.”

True story - this exists, it's magnificient, check it out!

"Max paused, thinking for a moment, “Say Anything - I thought I could be Lloyd Dobler,” --

Say Anything does have its own problems, just like all the other 80s movies, but there's definitely one iconic scene that everyone knows and loves...

“I could make you forget that you ever fell and hurt yourself but, I’m not going to risk the brain scramblies. I want you to know the truth.” --

How could I write a story about a vampire and not have some tie-in lore with What We Do in the Shadows?

“Anyway… this extremely crusty looking, yet very stately, oddly attractive fella - sounded like he was from an older European country, and super weird, he was wearing a New Jersey Devil’s hat. Well, he interrupted our drinks with clients and turned me, out of nowhere." --

Oh my god. Did The Baron turn Max?? (Maybe it's not canon, but do you mind, really? I promise I'll make it worth it.)

“Oh!” I exclaimed, “How very Eyes Wide Shut of you!"

Final film of Stanley Kubrick, which at the time got kinda luke warm reviews.

However, I came across this interpretation of the movie recently by Lila Shapiro for New York Magazine / Vulture, and it's a bit chilling to read of Kubrick's awareness. So - where will this relationship go? Is Max just another Dr. Bill Harford? Or is he more? Will OC succumb to the fate of Nicole Kidman's character? Or will we eschew established trends?

“Um, hello? I’d like to lodge a complaint - I’ve been having sex with humans when I could’ve been having sex with vampires this entire time. Super Massive Blackhole Fuck Up.” -- Not the first Twilight reference I've made, won't be the last, but let's go ahead and roll that spicy footage. Feel free to laugh as much as you want.

"And I’m really glad that we won’t be having a weird vampire-human baby hybrid à la Twilight.” --

Fucking Renesmé, c'mon. There is so much wrong with that whole storyline, and why did they have to CGI a BABY? Shield your eyes, I cruelly added a gif.

“Yes, and it always makes me think of that line from the movie Dodgeball, ‘Nobody makes me bleed my own blood - nobody!’ You know what I’m talking about - Ben Stiller says it?” --

If you or someone you know suspects that they have endometriosis or adenomyosis, check back here soon. I'll be doing a separate post including additional information and support. In the meantime, enjoy this scene from Dodgeball:

"Then I grinned and said in a British accent, “I’m getting betteh!” -- If they don't teach this in school, perhaps they should, eh?

“Ohmygod, soooo nice.” I batted my eyelashes at him, while talking like a Valley Girl from the OG Buffy the Vampire Slayer." -- Okay, so we know that Pedro was in the Sarah Michelle Gellar version of Buffy, but before that there was the Kristy Swanson version, and Buffy was a teensy bit different. CW: Buffy gets told that she's not like other girls. Content Bonus: Buffy says, "Yes, I am." IN THE 90s.

“Manners maketh man, so they say.” -- Crossover event! This is something Whiskey says in Kingsman. Do you take your Whiskey neat or on the rocks?

“Sweetness, I don’t have a kink for Stepford Wives..." -- Yeah, HOT PASS on Stepford Wife-ing, and if you're unfamiliar with the plot, it's basically a 1972 feminist horror story by author Ira Levin, who also wrote Rosemary's Baby and Sliver. This article by Meredith Craig de Pietro of Bustle regarding the feminism inherent in Levin's books, just as relevant today as when they were written, does discuss some of the more serious political issues surrounding bodily autonomy - but it is a short and interesting read:

Hey, how about a trailer of the 2004 version of Stepford Wives with Nicole Kidman, Bette Midler, Glenn Close, Faith Hill, Christopher Walken, and Matthew Broderick?

But wait - there's more!

Due to Tumblr limitations, this batch of Easter Eggs has a little sidecar of 2 additional Easter Eggs waiting for you in, you guessed it - Easter Eggs v. 2.2: We're Beta Than This. Return to the Masterlist Here or, while you're waiting for Chapter 3, be sure to check out my one other fanfic about Javi G. from The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, Paddington 3: Lost in Mallorca.

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#Pedro Pascal + Fangs #Max Phillips x afab!fem!reader #Bloodsucking Bastards FanFiction #Not Twilight #Fucking Renesmé #Endometriosis Awareness #Adenomyosis Awareness

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Finally reunited, my darling.

It's spooky month!

Warning(s): kinda yandere behaviour from Riddle, mentions of decapitation, Riddle straight-up kills you

As a child, you heard rumours of an old house known as Rose Manor. The most well-known of those rumours was that the young master of the house would behead his servants whenever they messed up, and when the remaining servants had enough of walking in eggshells around him, they turned the tables and beheaded him. They say that the young master was cursed to linger on in this world forever, as punishment for his cruelty. And they say the same curse befell the four servants who defended their master up until the bitter end.

Rose Manor has sat abandoned for years on end.

But today, you decided to visit it.

You entered the house, flashlight in hand.

To be honest, even though you don't think the rumours of the master lingering on after death had any truth to them, you couldn't help but feel ever so slightly scared.

Buildings that have been abandoned tend to always have a creepy feeling to them.

But you know that, realistically, nothing is amiss in this house. There may be a rat or two thanks to nobody caring for the place, but it's not like you're gonna run into the reanimated skeletal remains of someone...

"Boo."

You screamed out in fear after hearing a voice that wasn't your own. You spun around quickly to see who it was, and who you saw was... some redhead with a heart marking on his face, wearing what looked to be a fancy burial outfit.

"Ace! It's not nice to scare people you don't know!" Someone with a spade marking on his face, who was wearing very similar clothes, said as he entered the scene.

"It doesn't matter that much Deuce, I doubt they're gonna stay here much longer." Ace said. "Besides! This is the most entertainment I've had in years!"

"My apologies, we haven't had company in a very long time, it seems Ace here forgot how to be polite to guests." Deuce told you.

"Um... w-who... are you, exactly...?" You asked the enigmatic pair.

"Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade, at your service." Ace introduced, doing a fancy little bow. "We live here, along with three other guys."

"Wha- three? There's no way! This place is abandoned, and has been for years! If five people were living here, I think people would know about that by now."

"We only appear when we want to." Ace explained, not actually clarifying anything.

"Oh! I bet Cater would be excited to see someone new!" Deuce exclaimed. "Come on, follow me."

Deuce grabbed your hand, sending a chill down your spine. He led you around the manor, into the kitchen. There were two more people there, one with a diamond marking, and one with a clubs marking.

"Oh. Hey, Loosey-Deucey! What ya got there?"

"A guest!" Deuce excitedly proclaimed.

"Ooh, haven't had one of those in a while! Hang on, lemme get the ol' formal introduction ready, been a while since I've had to do this, ahaha...!" He cleared his throat and bowed to you. "Greetings and welcome to Rose Manor! My name is Cater Diamond, unfortunately our master is not available at the moment. Would you like me to show you around?"

"I don't see Riddle being available anytime soon..." The other one sighed. "My name's Trey Clover. I'm the chef here."

"Aw, don't be such a downer, Trey!" Cater lightly punched Trey on the arm. "I'm sure Riddle will be feeling better any day now! He'll come to us and apologize for everything! And then, we can all peacefully m-"

"Cater, you know that isn't true."

"So, um... who exactly is 'Riddle'?" You asked, trying to break the heavy silence.

"Oh, he's the master of the house." Ace explained. "I had a fight with him a while ago, and he's being pissy about it and refusing to apologize." Trey looked uncomfortable at the wording Ace used.

"My neck hurts just hearing his name..." Deuce mentioned.

"Hey, you! Uh... just realized I never got your name." Ace looked slightly embarrassed.

"It's (Y/N)."

"Say, (Y/N), why don't you stay the night here?" Ace asked. "Maybe you could get Riddle to apologize to us!"

"What? Me? I'm flattered you think I'm a problem solver, but that is absolutely not what I am."

"Actually, it might be worth a shot." Trey said. "Maybe having someone new speak to him regarding the issue could help."

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive.

"What's going on here?"

"Hi Riddle! We were just talking about you! What a coinkidink, yeah?" Cater happily waved.

Riddle was a short boy with grey eyes and red hair, wearing the same burial clothes as the rest of them.

"Are you ready to apologize for cursing all of us yet?" Ace asked.

"It wasn't my fault, understand? I was just doing what my mother would do... it's everyone else's fault we're cursed."

"Ugh, excuses excuses." Ace rolled his eyes. Riddle looked angry, and turned to leave- but before he could leave, Ace grabbed Riddle's head and literally pulled it off of his body, leaving you horrified.

"H-hey! Put my head back on my body this instant, Ace!"

"Not until you apologize, and mean it."

"Ace, you know this never works." Trey said.

"PUT MY HEAD BACK THIS INSTANT, ACE TRAPPOLA, OR I WILL-" Riddle finally noticed you, and calmed down for a moment. "Who... who is that...?" Riddle's body pointed at you, showing he still had control over his headless body, which only freaked you out more.

"That's (Y/N)! They'll be staying with us tonight!" Deuce happily introduced you. You awkwardly waved to the disembodied head Ace was holding.

"Ahem, my sincerest apologies, (Y/N). Had I known we had a guest over, I'd have acted more politely." Riddle told you. "My name is Riddle Rosehearts, I am the master of this house. I hope you enjoy your stay."

After realizing all of these boys are undead, you tried to leave the house. However, all of them kept you from leaving.

But that's fine, that's completely fine! After all, you're only staying here for a single night.

You're only staying here for a single night...

"(Y/N), wake up."

You shot awake, and found Riddle on top of you.

"AH-! Get off m-"

"(Y/N)." Riddle placed his cold, dead hand on your cheek. "Your face. Your personality. Everything about you. You're identical in every way to my fiance in life." He explained. "It's been hundreds of years, but you're exactly as I remember, my darling."

"Huh? W-what are you talking about, Riddle?!"

"While in life, my fiance was the one who encouraged my servants to revolt and behead me... I completely understand what was going through your head at the time, I understand you thought it was necesarry at the time!" Riddle told you. "But now, now... now we can have the grand wedding my mother desired! We'll always be together, in sickness and in health! In life and in death! We've finally been reunited, my darling."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" You yelled, starting to feel unsettled.

"That's ok, dear... you'll have plenty of time to understand. We have eternity, after all." He smiled, an ever so feint blush spreading across his face. "Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater... we've all accepted that we're never going to rest peacefully. Thanks to my cruelty in life, the five of us are trapped in this world for eternity... but if you were forever with me, as you were in life, then I believe this eternal punishment may not feel as bad."

Riddle pulled out a knife.

Before you could protest, beg for your life, anything... it was lodged in your throat, and you were choking on your own blood.

"Linger on in this world forever with me, my darling."

#riddle rosehearts #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts x reader #yandere riddle #i was planning on this being yandere heartslabyul #as in all the boys #but it ended up only being riddle #oops

[candybowbeansies]

Rule the World

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, Angst to Fluff, ofc ya'll are married but due to who he is ya'll never had a ceremony but still filled the papers in, reader has a panic attack then a mental meltdown, and this starts around the raid, so spoilers ahoy! After much debate, I decided to go w Armless!Overhaul BECAUSE HE NEEDS COMFORT FROM LOSING HIS ARMS LIKE THAT DAMNIT 😭 Kai is a prison inmate, reader has to jump through hoops to gain approval for a conjugal visit in Tartarus(it's freaking Tartarus so I'm taking creative liberty, there's nothing realistic about the process in here you've been warned), but ya'll are stubborn so you keep at it until ya'll finally do 🥺 its ftb like the other fics, and conjugal doesn't necessarily mean purely sexual! let ya'll's imagination go wild 🥺👉👈

~Masterlist~

be his~ be his~

Snacks plated and radio jamming softly in the background, you pad over to your living room, talking to your friend over the phone. “Oooh, boy, are you seeing the news? There’s a story about some big raid on a villain's compound coming on.” they ask as you plop down on your couch, snacks set on the coffee table before you. “Really, now?” you hum taking the remote to turn on the tv, pushing in numbers for the news channel. “Let’s see what’s going on, then.” you speak to your friend. When you look back to the screen after settling in, you see a very familiar place in an aerial view.

‘We're here live at Hassaikai Compound, in the aftermath of a Police raid, search, and rescue. The Police had cooperated with the Hero Sir Nighteye's agency and other heroes brought into the job through the Hero Commission.’ 

There was a massive hole out front. Your hold on the phone grows lax, you’re heart dropping to your stomach. You knew he had his secrets, that was expected of a yakuza. Even so, you loved him. A year ago, you and him agreed that you were both too busy to have a ceremony, but still filled in to become officially married.

‘The villain Chisaki, Kai, known as Overhaul, and his dangerous goons have been subdued successfully, but at what price?’

You stare on in disbelief, on the edge of your seat.

‘Sir Nighteye has been gravely injured--impaled, I'm hearing by sources-and some students from the infamous 1-A have sustained injuries as well! They've packed these villains up and sent them off for protocol. Hopefully the likes of them end up in Tartarus! We'll be right back after--what?! I'm hearing the security escort on XX Ramp were attacked! We'll have helicopters on scene after the break!’

'I was wondering have you ever been, have you ever been anything other than, other than true, have you? Never been good but I've never been better'

Tears sting at the corners of your eyes as his and your song begins to play. You were looking forward to telling him the news the next time you would meet with him.

They fall when you see the attack happen on the vehicle he was put in from the news helicopter's view, high above.

You see the fire, you see the threatening figures looming over him.

'I was wondering have you ever been anything anything other than you, is that true? We're not gonna be here forever'

A pitiful sound escapes the back of your throat as you lift your hands, digging your fingers into your scalp, as your whole world comes all but crashing down. You open your mouth, a silent wail escaping you.

You were pregnant.

'I don't want to stay here on my own I don't want to let that body go'

Your sobs fill the room as you curl up against the couch, effectively muting the radio playing the other room. The phone and the person on the other side of the line are completely forgotten, the tv droning on and on as you break down.

The following months, you found yourself fighting for your visitation rights.

Even Tartarus allowed visitations, but there was a host of meticulous procedures that had to be done. Things had to be signed, imaging had to be done.

During your stay in the provided accommodation, you'd be treated like an inmate. Everything that happened in Tartarus, stays in Tartarus.

If that's what had to be done to see the man you loved, you were more than willing.

When the suits approved you for a conjugal visit, you were somewhere along in your second trimester. You were elated at the news.

So happy, that the majority of your processing went by in a blur. You were escorted by armed officers, shackles around your wrists and ankles, wearing a special pair of goggles that blocked out your vision.

Your toes curled as you're wheeled through what you assumed were checkpoints; loudspeakers beeping and heavy metallic doors clattering open, one after the other, until you feel a stop.

You knew better than to say anything, impatiently counting down the seconds until you could finally be with him.

Him; your hubby.

Once more, you hear metal clatter off to your side instead of in front of you.

Your man. Just a little bit longer...

You feel yourself being swiveled to the side, as they wheel you inside and stop. They prattle off about everything you already know, and you nod along.

The father of the life inside you. How would he react?

Your heart thuds against your ribcage anxiously as your shackles and goggles are removed and they exit the room. You stare at the armored door in front of you as you hear the one behind you close.

After a few moments, you hear the whirring, which prompts you to stand up and pad as close to the door as you dared. Slowly, it creaked open-and the figure beyond the threshold washes away the last of your patience. "Kai!" you gasp as you run straight towards him, inadvertently plowing into him, overwhelmed by the reunion to tears. He grunts at the contact, giving a soft huff as you keep calling his name, clinging to him.

His name; you'd call out to him, until your last breath.

His armless embrace is awkward at best, yet it does wonders to soothe you. "Kai." you call out once more, soaking up his warmth like a sponge as he deeply inhales your familiar scent.

"Angel." you hear his wavering voice and you look up to him, his sharp amber eyes wet, a small smile playing his lips. You caress his cheeks, thumbing away the tears on his lashes as they flutter closed.

"How's baby, my love?" he asks, and you giggle. Nothing gets past him, you swore. You feel them shift inside you, a soft gasp escaping you. But you can't help but smile wider. "Happy to finally hear Daddy." you say, relishing in his chuckle. You kiss his unkempt stubble, and he places a kiss on your temple.

'I love you's are gently exchanged, along with soft words that bring pleasantly fuzzy warmth and content; this was just the beginning.

You had every intention of enjoying every moment you could with him.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki x reader #songfic #Spotify

[shuckinbeanz]

Rule the World

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, Angst to Fluff, ofc ya'll are married but due to who he is ya'll never had a ceremony but still filled the papers in, reader has a panic attack then a mental meltdown, and this starts around the raid, so spoilers ahoy! After much debate, I decided to go w Armless!Overhaul BECAUSE HE NEEDS COMFORT FROM LOSING HIS ARMS LIKE THAT DAMNIT 😭 Kai is a prison inmate, reader has to jump through hoops to gain approval for a conjugal visit in Tartarus(it's freaking Tartarus so I'm taking creative liberty, there's nothing realistic about the process in here you've been warned), but ya'll are stubborn so you keep at it until ya'll finally do 🥺 its ftb like the other fics, and conjugal doesn't necessarily mean purely sexual! let ya'll's imagination go wild 🥺👉👈

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

~Masterlist~

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream

be his~ be his~

Snacks plated and radio jamming softly in the background, you pad over to your living room, talking to your friend over the phone. “Oooh, boy, are you seeing the news? There’s a story about some big raid on a villain's compound coming on.” they ask as you plop down on your couch, snacks set on the coffee table before you. “Really, now?” you hum taking the remote to turn on the tv, pushing in numbers for the news channel. “Let’s see what’s going on, then.” you speak to your friend. When you look back to the screen after settling in, you see a very familiar place in an aerial view.

‘We're here live at Hassaikai Compound, in the aftermath of a Police raid, search, and rescue. The Police had cooperated with the Hero Sir Nighteye's agency and other heroes brought into the job through the Hero Commission.’ 

There was a massive hole out front. Your hold on the phone grows lax, you’re heart dropping to your stomach. You knew he had his secrets, that was expected of a yakuza. Even so, you loved him. A year ago, you and him agreed that you were both too busy to have a ceremony, but still filled in to become officially married.

‘The villain Chisaki, Kai, known as Overhaul, and his dangerous goons have been subdued successfully, but at what price?’

You stare on in disbelief, on the edge of your seat.

‘Sir Nighteye has been gravely injured--impaled, I'm hearing by sources-and some students from the infamous 1-A have sustained injuries as well! They've packed these villains up and sent them off for protocol. Hopefully the likes of them end up in Tartarus! We'll be right back after--what?! I'm hearing the security escort on XX Ramp were attacked! We'll have helicopters on scene after the break!’

'I was wondering have you ever been, have you ever been anything other than, other than true, have you? Never been good but I've never been better'

Tears sting at the corners of your eyes as his and your song begins to play. You were looking forward to telling him the news the next time you would meet with him.

They fall when you see the attack happen on the vehicle he was put in from the news helicopter's view, high above.

You see the fire, you see the threatening figures looming over him.

'I was wondering have you ever been anything anything other than you, is that true? We're not gonna be here forever'

A pitiful sound escapes the back of your throat as you lift your hands, digging your fingers into your scalp, as your whole world comes all but crashing down. You open your mouth, a silent wail escaping you.

You were pregnant.

'I don't want to stay here on my own I don't want to let that body go'

Your sobs fill the room as you curl up against the couch, effectively muting the radio playing the other room. The phone and the person on the other side of the line are completely forgotten, the tv droning on and on as you break down.

The following months, you found yourself fighting for your visitation rights.

Even Tartarus allowed visitations, but there was a host of meticulous procedures that had to be done. Things had to be signed, imaging had to be done.

During your stay in the provided accommodation, you'd be treated like an inmate. Everything that happened in Tartarus, stays in Tartarus.

If that's what had to be done to see the man you loved, you were more than willing.

When the suits approved you for a conjugal visit, you were somewhere along in your second trimester. You were elated at the news.

So happy, that the majority of your processing went by in a blur. You were escorted by armed officers, shackles around your wrists and ankles, wearing a special pair of goggles that blocked out your vision.

Your toes curled as you're wheeled through what you assumed were checkpoints; loudspeakers beeping and heavy metallic doors clattering open, one after the other, until you feel a stop.

You knew better than to say anything, impatiently counting down the seconds until you could finally be with him.

Him; your hubby.

Once more, you hear metal clatter off to your side instead of in front of you.

Your man. Just a little bit longer...

You feel yourself being swiveled to the side, as they wheel you inside and stop. They prattle off about everything you already know, and you nod along.

The father of the life inside you. How would he react?

Your heart thuds against your ribcage anxiously as your shackles and goggles are removed and they exit the room. You stare at the armored door in front of you as you hear the one behind you close.

After a few moments, you hear the whirring, which prompts you to stand up and pad as close to the door as you dared. Slowly, it creaked open-and the figure beyond the threshold washes away the last of your patience. "Kai!" you gasp as you run straight towards him, inadvertently plowing into him, overwhelmed by the reunion to tears. He grunts at the contact, giving a soft huff as you keep calling his name, clinging to him.

His name; you'd call out to him, until your last breath.

His armless embrace is awkward at best, yet it does wonders to soothe you. "Kai." you call out once more, soaking up his warmth like a sponge as he deeply inhales your familiar scent.

"Angel." you hear his wavering voice and you look up to him, his sharp amber eyes wet, a small smile playing his lips. You caress his cheeks, thumbing away the tears on his lashes as they flutter closed.

"How's baby, my love?" he asks, and you giggle. Nothing gets past him, you swore. You feel them shift inside you, a soft gasp escaping you. But you can't help but smile wider. "Happy to finally hear Daddy." you say, relishing in his chuckle. You kiss his unkempt stubble, and he places a kiss on your temple.

'I love you's are gently exchanged, along with soft words that bring pleasantly fuzzy warmth and content; this was just the beginning.

You had every intention of enjoying every moment you could with him.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki x reader #songfic #Spotify

[fizzyxcustard]

Soulmates (Armitage Summer Splash. Day 7)

As part of @lathalea and I's Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 7.

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: "I've never loved you." / Soulmates trope.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, insecurity, sexual references

Summary: You know in your heart that you are Thorin's One, his soulmate. But how can you be his queen? Insecurity racks you at the very thought, and you try to break his heart with one lie, which he immediately sees through.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. And, finally, I'm writing about THORIN! My dearest Dwarf king. I'm so sorry it took this long to get to you.

That night which you spent with Thorin would always be the pinnacle of your existence. To be physically worshipped by a man who was so beautiful that it made breath catch in your throat whenever you gazed into his crystal blue eyes. His touch, so careful and so heartfelt. Every time his skin made contact with yours and sparks flew. There was no other way you could describe it. He was your soulmate. You were two pieces of the same puzzle, meant to be locked together and be one.

Even after your lovemaking, he lay beside you, his breath gradually falling back to its normal, resting rate, and he gazed at you with such adoration in his eyes. You could feel the love pouring from him, like a heat.

That one night had sealed it. You were meant to be with Thorin forever. But all you could see now was a crown. A barrier. The battle of Five Armies had deepened your love so much for him. However, the crown that sat on his head and the robes draped over his strong shoulders, reminded you of the queen you would never, ever be.

***

Erebor was now won, and Dwarves from various clans and kingdoms began to arrive at the mountain city's gates. They wished to come and pay tribute to the battle, and to the king who had re-claimed the mountain back from the clutches of Smaug the dragon.

Thorin was growing restless. He hadn't seen you since horns had been blown, signalling that the battle had ceased. He had kissed you, drawing you in against him. Not only had he been victorious in the fight for his kingdom, but he had been victorious in finding his One.

Thorin asked many people, enquiring as to your whereabouts. Until he asked Oin, a Dwarf whom you had grown close to on the journey.

"She's set up a room on the east side, just a few doors down from the King's Library," Oin told Thorin.

The king nodded his head to his friend and thanked him, then began his search for you.

In your room, you sat at the desk which was to the right hand side of the four poster bed. There were pots of ink, quills and pieces of parchment which had lain here for decades, gathering dust and cobwebs.

Your door knocked.

As you opened the door, you gasped at the sight of Thorin.

The king swooped in and kissed you hard, his hand curling around your cheek. Both of you succumb to the desire which had built over many months, and only been truly explored once when at Beorn's Barn in the dead of night.

You were both breathing heavily as you parted from the kiss and Thorin pressed his brow to yours. "My love," he whispered.

"Please don't," you sighed, realisation hitting you of how beneath him you would always be.

You moved into the room, and Thorin swept in behind, shutting the door behind him. "What is going on?"

"We can't do this," you said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

Thorin's breath hitched. You distinctly heard it. "W...why? I do not understand..."

"All of this, everything. It's wrong."

"How can it be wrong?" Thorin asked, his eyes full of sadness and question. "You are my One. I feel that, and I know you feel it also. Our love is strong."

"I've never loved you," you said. The lie pierced your heart straight to the core, cleaving it in two. The pain hit your throat, red hot bile threatening to spill forth.

Thorin's eyes grew dark in anger. "Do not lie to me."

"I'm not....lying...." Everything was crumbling and your whole being broke down into weeping.

Thorin pulled you into his arms, feeling your tight grip. There was no way he could believe those words. Just in that moment, the way you were holding him, that was love.

You sobbed in his arms, and he remained silent, just holding you.

Gradually, you looked up, only to see those beautiful blue eyes gazing back at you. He smiled.

"How can I ever be a queen? It's so absurd a concept..."

"Is this the reason you have avoided me for two days and tried to lie to me? Quite badly, I must add."

"Am I that bad a liar?"

"Definitely on this occasion. How you could even consider that night we shared to not evidence our love for each other, is beyond me. You are my One, and I feel that in every fibre of my being, and with every breath."

"I'm scared, Thorin. How can you wear that crown every day and know what to do?"

Thorin sighed. "I was raised in this mountain, and everything I did as a child and young Dwarf was preparing me for this. I had no other choice; this was always my destiny. However, you have a choice that I never did."

"How do you mean?"

"You can walk away right now, leave. Or you can accept my proposal of marriage and take up the crown. That choice is yours, and yours alone."

"You've just seen the mess I've made of trying to walk away, so of course you know what my answer is going to be. You being born to be the king was just as much your destiny as mine is to be your wife."

***

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[oneshotsandheadcanons]

The Bloodline - Jey Uso

Not a request, just something I wanted to do.

Summary: Jimmy has already turned on Roman, but Jey has yet to decide. It's Friday night, decision day, and he's still unsure. Y/N wants him to choose his brother, but can she convince him in time?

Jey had been quiet the whole way to Smackdown, actually he'd been like this all day. Tonight was a big moment, and could change Jey's career forever. Does he side with his brother, or with Roman?

He already knew how I felt about this, as I'd told him many times before. I never liked how Roman treated them, and people have always loved the Usos. He didn't need Roman to be 'Main Event Jey Uso'.

Once we got to Smackdown, he immediately left me, entering the building. I sighed, as I followed. He'd already disappeared by the time I got there, but I did see Jimmy.

"Any luck?"

"I'm not actually sure." I shrugged. "He hasn't spoken all day, but I do have one last idea. I've got to go and find whoever's in charge tonight."

I didn't have time to explain to Jimmy, but he let me go past, as I headed for the offices. I wasn't actually a wrestler, or part of WWE, but everyone knew me and Jey were together. What I needed though, was to go out to the ring, when Jey is out there, but before he makes his decision.

Thankfully, WWE management wanted this solved. They had some cool tag matches planned, but couldn't book anything until they knew where Jey sat, so they quickly agreed.

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It was time. The rest were already out there, Jimmy being the last to arrive, but I had to wait for the right time, and Roman had just given it to me. He'd informed Jey that Jimmy had a problem with him at first, and Jimmy admitted it. Let's go.

I headed out, mic in hand.

"Jey, Jey. Wait, you don't have all the information." I said, as I approached the ring. "Yeah, Jimmy wasn't sure at first, neither was I. That's only because you were the first one Roman approached and w...

"He is The Tribal Chief." Heyman interrupted me.

"Shut up Heyman." I shot daggers at him, before continuing to talk. "You were first, and we knew you didn't need him, neither of you did. You and Jimmy, The Usos Penitentiary was doing well. We were worried he'd ruin all of that."

I'd got into the ring now, and I was stood by Jimmy, facing Jey. This was no surprise to the fans, I'd been very vocal that I would back Jimmy.

"Look, I know you've been doing well in the Bloodline. But who's been doing all the work? You and Jimmy, you're the ones out there in the main events, defending your titles, fighting. Winning without cheating, without help. You could have done all of that either way."

Jey looked really conflcited, when Roman spoke up again. This is what I needed, I needed Roman on the attack against me.

"I made him the Main Event, both of them. Jey's gonna be the Tribal Chief one day, we're just preparing him."

"Brainwashing him, more like." I retorted. "Jey doesn't need to be the Tribal Chief, he's already the main event. The Usos always have been, they don't need you for that. You hardly defend those titles, and when you do, you cheat. I know what you are, a coward. You know id you had faced Cody with no help, you wouldn't have those belts right now."

I'd moved closer to Roman, who was clearly getting agitated. Do it Roman, I dare you.

"Jey is TWICE the man you'll ever be, because he fights fair and still wins. Jey doesn't need to be the Tribal Chief, because it's a trash title, for a trash person, and an even worse champion."

I'd done what I needed. Roman ordered Solo to attack me, Jey quickly jumping in the way. He was yelling at Roman and Solo, furious at what was unfolding. I stepped back, standing by Jey. I had one last point I needed to make before I stopped.

"Sami left the Bloodline and he's now a champ, he is in the main events. This all happened after the Bloodline, not during. Leaving the Bloodline worked well for Sami, and it can do the same to you."

Hell, let's give the fans what they want, plus I couldn't resist.

"Who knows? You might even start feeling more Ucey again."

The crowd loved it, and even Jey smirked. I could still see Jey's face, conflicted and confused. This is my last, and possibly scariest shot but I had to.

"Jey, if you side with Roman, you won't just lose Jimmy forever, you'll lose me as well."

I dropped the mic and gave him the ring off my finger to emphasise my point. I left the ring and headed backstage, I could hear Jey yelling, but I wasn't sure who at. I didn't dare turn around, I was afraid of what I'd see, and the tears were already welling.

I headed backstage, and decided I had to know, so watched on the screen, most of the roster was gathered around. Becky saw me, and gave me a hug, for which I was grateful.

Jey was in Jimmy's face. "You're out."

No Jey, you can't do this.

"And I'm out too." It was like a sigh of relief, as Jey superkicked Roman. I could breathe again. Working with Jimmy, he took down the Bloodline, before heading backstage.

He made a beeline for me, pulling me into a tight hug.

"I couldn't lose you forever. You're my world Y/N, I love you so much." He said. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I knew this was the right decision."

He kissed me heavily. I'm so glad he came to his senses.

#prompt #prompt list #drabble #writing drabble #writing #writing prompt #wrestling #jey uso prompt #jey uso #the bloodline

[lutawolf]

Soft D/s Element of Not Me Episode 12

If you don't know what soft D/s element or tendencies are, then you haven't read my other posts. You can find them on my master list here. If you're interested in more D/s content then check out my general master list here, there is also a short bio there telling you, my qualifications.

There are several types of subs and Doms for that matter. Which I give somewhat of a description here. The important thing to understand is that while a person might be a natural submissive and use to listening and responding to commands. They do draw a line at who they will take commands from.

"I told him to go home, not to get involved in this and to not see you again." "He won't listen to you. He just saved my life. I'll go looking for him." The relief on Sean's face only to turn to concern. He now knows for certain that White is submissive, and he has been used to listening to his brother.

Again, when watching Sean and Black together and then Gumpa. You can really see what top dominance looks like. Very different Dominance types but all ones I've covered before.

Sean was so fucking happy to find White but then White ran. Notice that Sean immediately follows. "Where are you going?" "To stay far away, like I said I would" "look at me closely and said it again. Say you truly want me to stay away from you... I know you can't say it because you aren't like the Black that I hate. You're the Black that I have feelings for." Then Sean uses his Dom voice asking why White is still lying which immediately has White backing up, causing him to fall. White's next comment should let you know just how fucked up and confused he is. "Let me go" He literally doesn't want to live without Sean, but he doesn't know how to go against his brother.

White is literally stuck between his two Doms. Yes, one is his brother, but you have to think of a sub's thought processes. Which would take forever to explain. Just know that often times a natural submissive comes from a family that has a least one Dom, whom they respect and listen to. They literally grew up listening to that person and their personality is the type to want to obey. That's not an easy thing to break, especially if the respect for that person is still strong. Which is the difference between why White's brother still has an influence, and his dad doesn't. His father lost his respect.

Sean learns White's name and despite the whole situation, this is a special moment. White asked Sean how he figured it out and Sean said he noticed the difference quickly when Black showed back up. Guys, if you pay attention, White is hurt that it took Sean so long to figure it out. "Yeah, your feeling was pretty slow." Then the conversation quickly evolves to "You messed with everything. You messed with me. Then you decide to just disappear?" Then Sean hugs him. He asks him to come back with him to tell everyone. He is showing him that he isn't angry to not listen to Black. This is the most equal that Sean has treated him.. Because he is asking for consent.

The seen between White and Black is beautiful to me. It's one of respect but finally recognizing one's own path. White chooses Sean.

White pulls up Infront of Sean on the motorcycle. Sean is not surprised to see White and says, "why are you following me." White responds "I'm coming with you." Sean isn't gonna let it be that easy though. He commands White to go away and when White takes the keys out of the ignition Sean runs. It's White's turn to chase Sean. He's going to have to fight for what he wants. Again, submissive doesn't mean no backbone. They can be pretty fierce when it comes to something they want.

"I was wrong. I thought I could walk away from you. I thought it wasn't my place. But honestly, I can never go back to the way it was. I am sorry. I want to walk with you. Accomplish goals with you. Transform society." "You're not going to disappear on me again, are you?" "I'm not, I promise." And Consent.

Sneaking into the warehouse, Sean grabs White's hand. Because this way he can't just disappear. The poor abandonment issues baby. They work together on getting into the warehouse, finding the drugs, and taking pictures. They hide at one point but it's basically an opportunity for Sean to pin White down. "We are done here, let's go." "No. We need an agreement here." "What agreement?" "You must tell everyone that you are White, not Black" "I'm not ready. I want this mission to be over first." command time "You must be ready." "I want you to tell the truth. Whether it's now or later, the truth is still the truth." Sean gets really close to White and lowers his voice. Going into a Dom tone. An almost seductive tone. "Take as much time as you need to think." White turns his head as to not look Sean in the eyes "and if I won't do it?" It's a challenge. Notice how Sean lowers himself so that White has to look him in the eyes, it's a Dominance stance. "If you don't. We will stay here all day long." "Did you plan this" "yup, what now, will you say it or not. Staying here is quite nice. It's exciting." Sean begins to lean in as if to kiss White to prove a point. White pushes Sean's face "Fine, I'll do it asshole." Sean smirks, he doesn't mind White's brattiness, he won.

Sean and White show up to tell the guys about White being who he is. They don't believe him, and Yok even pours water one White. It isn't until he shows photographs that they start to. Then there is amusement at them not having realized and that Sean is possessive of White.

Later White asks why Sean didn't protect him. Why should Sean have protected him you ask? Because that's what a Dom does. However, this was a soft punishment on Sean's part. "Because you deserved it. You lied to me for so long." Then White asks which version Sean prefers of him. "It doesn't matter how you look. All I know is that I don't want the person in front of me to disappear again. Stay with me."

That's it for this episode. Hope you guys enjoyed!

#not me the series #not me #not me series #sean x white #sean and white #luta opinions #not me kink #luta talks not me series

[zablife]

Here are all the things I wrote for my 1K celebration and all the amazing fics and moodboards my moots contributed. Enjoy! Requests are now CLOSED.

⛲️Swim in the fountain~Go on and dare me to play FMK, Would you rather, cast your mutuals or any other game you can think of.

•FMK-Jake, Bradley, Beau

•FMK-Arthur, John, Tommy AND Isaiah, Finn, Duke

•FMK-Alfie, Luca, Jack

•FMK-Arthur, Tommy, John

•Cast Your Mututals- PB Edition

•FMK-Campbell, Kimber, Mosley

•FMK-Rooster, Hangman, Bob

•Fight, Road Trip, Keep A Secret--Uncle Charlie, Ollie, Jeremiah

•Cast Your Mutuals-TGM Edition

•FMK-Rhaenyra, Alicent, Laena AND Harwin, Criston, Daemon

💃🏻Dance on the table~Show off by submitting a fic w/ party theme and/or using a Gatsby-inspired prompt from this list. (1K words or less. No due date!! Use the tag #zablife1K.)

•Auld Lang Syne by @moral-terpitude

•Promise of Forever by @evita-shelby

•Necromancy by @evita-shelby

•Maybe So by @mythos-writes

•An Uninvited Guest by @noforkingclue

•All Mine by @cillmequick

•Delilah by @notyour-valentine

•The Sweetest Escape by @madame-wilsonn

•To Forget the Pain by @runnning-outof-time

•Someone Like You by @look-at-the-soul

•Riot by @notyour-valentine

•Champagne and Strangers by @shelbydelrey

🍾 Spill champagne~Request a juicy blurb that will make you spill your drink using this drama prompt list.

•John-“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library."

•Michael-"You made me cry."

•Tommy-"Just admit that was extra."

•Alfie-"Don't think I forgot about what you did last time."

•John-"What did you do?" + "It was supposed to be a secret!"

•Alfie-"I wasn't invited, I just came." + "He is so petty."

•Jack Nelson-"How dare you!"

•Jake Seresin "You weren't there for me when I needed you the most"

•Tommy-"I'm not even sorry."

•Jake Seresin-"Did you see what they were wearing?"

•Tommy-"I know you're not talking to me"

•Alfie-"I wish we could just run away!"

•Alfie-"I forgive, but I don't forget."

🖼 Steal a painting~"Tell the Lee girls I've counted!" Create or request a moodboard for your fave character at a soirée.

By @zablife:

•Polly's NYE Party

•May's Soiree

•Criston x Rhaenyra x Daemon

By my lovely moots:

•Tango Night w/ Alfie by @raincoffeeandfandoms

•I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything by @peakyrogers

•Ladies Night Out by @the-makingsofgreatness

•Do I know you? by @dearshelby

•Alfie x Shelby reader by @dreamlandcreations

•A Little Party Never Hurt No One by @peakyswritings

•Provocation? by @notyour-valentine

•Get the paintings and get out by @solomons-finest-rum

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How would TOS Kirk react to his gn s/o being worried about his safety?

Sorry I'm taking forever writers block has been a bitch kms, tysm so much for requesting tho, I hope this is decent, it's my first time actually writing for star trek that isn't just me w/ ai chatbots💀 umm the other requests are coming along (not really) I'm trying tho I swear. um I just kinda wrote this out quickly b4 school so I hope it's not too bad bc I didn't put it in a Grammer checker

(omfg finding a gif for this man is so hard)

possible tw for Jim being insane and getting himself hurt

also this more hc type than a one shot so it's kinda short, reader is an engineer bc I couldn't really see them being anything else in this situation unless their a doctor

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"I'm fine, you don't need to worry." yeah that doesn't do anything for them, he literally says that everytime and ends up hurt

tries to get bones back him up that he's safe during missions and his s/o has no reason to worry.

mccoy is brutally honest, that he's not at all fine but that he knows Jim will do his best to get back to his s/o and that that he will do his best to patch him up so he's okay

helpful but doesn't always stop the worrying.

doesn't dare hide when he's injured, he knows it only makes it worse so everytime he's hurt and he knows his s/on isn't busy he'll have someone tell them that he's at least conscious.

does his best to push past the pain to at least give a little smile and nod, maybe grab their hand to let them know he's still there, not dead yet.

he's jokes about it sometimes, finds it cute unless they're like really worried about him. then he'll stop teasing and just try to reassure that he'll do his best to stay safe.

he plays off his pain allot and it's really hard to tell if he's actually fine or just acting, so when he knows sickbay isn't incredibly busy he'll head down to get himself checked out so his s/o can know he's fine medically

he hates it sometimes though, he feels bad for worrying them and he really doesn't like people fussing over him so he does his best to convince them himself.

if it's not too bad but he still has to stay in sickbay, he'll drag them into the bed just to hold them.

sometimes he's worried for himself too, but just having is s/o there helps him more than he can describe.

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some lil snips bc I thought this was too short 💀

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"I'll be fine, you don't need to worry about me. See look, I've been fine all these times, I'll be fine again." He reassured with a small smile, gesturing to himself. "James, your never fine, just because you haven't died yet doesn't mean your fine"

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"Bones, back me up here, I'm fine! Would you tell Y/n that I'm fine? They don't believe me." McCoy sighed, he always got pulled into these fights. He looked over to Y/n with a caring expression, watching them look over Jim anxiously, incredibly worried by the bloody state he was in.

"He's a little roughed up but he'll come around. He's gonna do his best to come back to you and I swear I'll do my damnest to keep him livin'."

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Jim was bearly conscious, incredibly tired and warn out from the fight he was thrown into. He weakly waved over a nurse and asked for his s/o, asking them to let them know he wouldn't be in his quarters and was in sickbay, and that he'd try to wake up if they wanted to come down when their shift was over.

Once they came he'd forced himself to wake up, his brown eyes half-lidded while he reached over and grabbed their hand. There was a soft, loving smile on his face when he did, glad that his s/o was alright. It always helped him get better knowing they were.

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He wasn't incredibly injured, but McCoy had instead he stay in sickbay. Once his s/o came his entire mood brightened and he scooted over so they could sit with him. "I'm not too bad, Bones said he wants to watch over me though." He sighed, wrapping his arms around his lovers waist and tiredly resting his head on their shoulder a small smile on his face just having them near him.

"Well I'm glad your not hurt too badly." They mumbled, running their hands through his hair and looking him for any other injuries. The captain just nodded and closed his eyes, his breathing relaxed and calm with the touch, more comfortable now that they were with him.

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