#if youre confused about Joan’s answer

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Hii I loved your Alec fan fic sm any more Alec x f reader smut coming ?😭

Come As You Are

A/N: of course more Alec is coming, I just need time love. This one is for my midsize girlies ❤️

Summary: The Reader is feeling insecure about herself and Alec wants to help

Tags: 18+ minors dni, insecurity and mentions of body dysmorphia and self hatred, praise kink, body worship, consensual possessive language, and some fluff :)

The woman in front of her was thin and tall, with a beautiful head of curls and dark skin. Her eyes were shrewd as they took in DS Y/N Warner, standing in her frumpy suit with a notepad at the ready. Yet she certainly didn't look poorly on DI Alec Hardy, not that he would have noticed her little flirts. She angled her hips one way, answered his questions primarily, and smiled widely at his words, always looking right at him. If Y/N wasn't careful and reminding herself that she was on the clock, she had half a mind to kiss Alec right there and claim him. But she didn't.

DI Alec Hardy went to the car, and Y/N lingered for just a moment to clarify one of the points that got fuzzy.

"Right, and you work for Joan Topper Model Agency? Not to be confused with Topper Jane's Agency?" Y/N asked, checking the reference she had from the lady who'd referred them to this woman.

The woman nodded, her lips close to a sneer, "it's a very elite agency, Joan Topper."

"I'm sure."

The woman cocked her head to the side, "are you?"

DS Warner swallowed hard. She did not like not liking other women, it made her feel like a bad feminist. She should overthrow the ideas of women hurting other women and focus on the more particular idea that men made it up to make women dislike one another. And while that was very likely, it wasn't impossible for two things to exist at once. Men try to make women hate each other, and some women are just bitches. Not because they're women but because they're people.

And this woman, who couldn't possibly be over 21, with her gorgeous figure and curly hair, just happened to be one of those special humans. And it irked Y/N.

"You can't be over a size 4," the woman pressed. It was unclear if she meant you couldn't be over a size 4 in the agency, or in life. Her eyes lingered at Hardy's retreating form. "Men don't like it much."

DS Warner smiled tightly and nodded, walking back to the car and quickly getting in so she wouldn't have to see that woman again. Alec didn't notice the change in Y/N's mood, he wasn't always the best at that.

Instead of going to the station, they went back to Y/N's house. Alec hadn't actually moved in, but that was more of a title really. He stayed there nearly every night, had a section of the closet, and referred to it as home. They both knew that once they wrapped up this case, they would set aside a weekend and officially move in, but when cases got busy neither felt they could take even a day off. Work got in the way like that.

"Right, I'm going to pop in the shower then I'll be down to help," Y/N said, toeing off her shoes at the door.

"M'kay," Hardy answered with a wave of his hand, files in his arms.

She went up to the loo, started the shower and made quick work of her uniform. Her image in the mirror made her stop.

Normally, people described the moment before a shower as some of the most attractive. Moments when all of a sudden insecurities melt away and you could spend ages doing dance battles with yourself. This was not one of those days for Y/N. Maybe it was the insecurities she already had buried beneath the surface, maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the woman who had subtly insulted her appearance, but whatever the cause she found she hated what she saw.

Y/N always felt a little trapped when she expressed her insecurities to friends. She couldn't say she was thin, because she wasn't. But she couldn't say she was fat, because she wasn't. She was an awkward middle ground that certainly didn't feel sexy. Her thighs touched when she stood, covered in little stretch marks and led to a small bush she tried to trim but it always looked wrong. Along her boobs there were stretch marks like purple tiger stripes, and she had small red bumps she couldn't explain. Of course in between the two lied the worst of the worst, a belly just bloated enough to look pregnant when she very much wasn't. Nope, Y/N was not a fan of this body.

Her cheeks flushed with emotion and the heat of the shower, and she tried to ignore it as she got in and scrubbed off the day. Her hair was clean so she left it up and tried to calm herself when she noticed her efforts were too harsh. God damn it, this was not what she had intended.

Not long after she joined Hardy at the kitchen table, sipping her hot chocolate he'd made, and pouring over the case files. Her mind began to wander but she was intent on stopping it.

"You alright?" Alec's thick Scottish accent broke her from the bank's reports, and it was among the first words he'd spoken all evening.

"Y-yeah," she said, not quite knowing what he was referring to. "Why?"

"You don't seem right."

Y/N didn't know how to respond, so she shrugged her shoulders, "I'm ... fine?"

He narrowed his eyes. Alec Hardy felt like he was in a bit of a limbo at the moment. His instinct was telling him that something was bothering Y/N, she seemed sad and distant. However, Alec was not known for having the best instinct with people and their feelings. He couldn't tell if he should leave it or press on. But it was DI Alec Hardy and he wasn't a fan of lying. "After that last interview you've gone funky."

If Y/N wasn't so uncomfortable trying to think of how to not expose this lame part of herself to Alec, she'd have focused on him using the word funky. "I didn't like her much."

"Did she say something?"

"More or less."

"Warner stop evading the question and tell me what's wrong." His voice was intense as he spoke, chocolate eyes imploring.

"I don’t like my body, I'm ugly," she said quickly, as though it would take away everything else.

Alec blinked, "wot?"

"I'm ugly and fat, Alec."

DI Alec Hardy did not know a lot of things. He was shit at expressing emotions and understanding others, he did not understand social media, thought scotch eggs were gross, had a temper, and was shit at accepting help. But he knew one thing. His Y/N was not ugly.

"No you're not." She laughed bitterly and looked away. He said it louder, his tone more stern. "Y/N you are not ugly and you're not fat."

Y/N's throat was tight as she said, "thanks Alec." She didn't mean it, they both knew she didn't mean it.

"Y/N-"

"It's fine, can just get on with it?" She snapped, her voice a hair away from a yell. Alec saw her retreat further into herself. "Sorry."

He sighed, closing his eyes to try and make his thinking clearer. Alec was proper rubbish at dealing with any of this. But then he had any idea, an idea she probably didn't expect. The detective stood up and walked towards the stairs.

His ever inquisitive Y/N craned her neck to watch as he went up the steps. He was impressed she managed to last a full minute without following after him, in which time he removed his jacket and shoes, before she appeared in the bedroom door frame with a questioning look on her face.

"C'mhere."

She did, though her steps were slow as she watched him with a shrewd eye. He took her hands in his, running his thumb over her knuckles. Alec's hands were always calloused and he never knew why, as he didn't do much physical labor. She liked how they felt.

Alec brought her hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss on each of them, "I love your hands."

He could see the little flush on her cheeks start up, but she didn't say anything else. Alec went to the edge of the bed, bringing her to sit between his legs, his chest up against her back. His hands ran up her arms, "I love that when I do that you get goose flesh."

"Alec what're you doing?"

"You've got lovely arms, lovely shoulders." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the skin of both. Then Alec pointed a finger in front of them, towards the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. They painted a lovely picture, a woman held by her man as he lavished soft touches on her. He planned to make the picture prettier. Though he wasn't always confident in sex, he was confident that he loved Y/N and that her self image was wrong. And that confidence overrode all other feelings of inadequacy.

"Alec..." she didn't know what to say. She had a feeling she knew what he was up to and she didn't know if she could handle it. He was being awfully sweet. And the scratch of his beard made her sigh. His fingers came to the straps of her flimsy, pajama tank top, pulling them until they snapped back on her skin.

In the mirror, Alec glanced up and made eye contact with her. His face was kind, tired but not of her. His hair was dark and mused, his eyes so chocolate it hurt to look at. And his freckles, the most wonderful part of the man was the freckles that ran along his face as though he never left the sun as a child. She nodded slightly, knowing that he was asking for permission.

The straps fell down, and Alec pushed the top down until her breasts fell from them, heavy and heaving against her chest. Almost instantly she felt a growing hardness against her bum, and she flushed incredulously. His hands came round and held her breasts, letting them overflow in his touch.

Throughout their entire relationship, Alec was not one who would just speak. He was the silent brooding type. The kind of guy who grunted when he asked if he fancied a pint - the answer was always no, he didn't drink. But Alec knew Y/N loved his voice, she called it sexy and he'd caught her getting off to a voicemail of his once. Whenever he got loud in the office, had to yell at someone, he noticed the way her thighs would clench and her cheeks flush. So while he was most certainly clunky at it, he tried his best to speak through his thoughts for her, hoping it could help her get to him.

"They’re one of my favorite bits of you," he murmured, his voice suddenly throaty as though he was struggling to speak with the sight of your breasts out and about.

He pressed them together, showing the deep line of her cleavage. "Don't get that on just anyone, now do ya?"

Y/N wanted to believe him, to look in the mirror and see a creature that was as attractive and he believed, but she just couldn't. Her words were soft but they were there as she said, "I have stretch marks and bumps."

Alec's brow furrowed and he held her chest tighter before letting them fall back. He was fully hard now and didn't shy away from letting her feel the affect she had on him.

"No one can expect your skin to remain the same your whole life. Doesn’t make it ugly." He said, kiss the junction between her neck and shoulder. She leaned her head back into him, letting herself feeling those beautifully calloused hands as they teased at her nipples, those soft lips kissing her skin.

He slowly dragged the tank top down until it met the waistband of her shorts. She did not look down to see the image in the mirror, this was not the body part she wanted to see. His hands were featherlight as they travelled down her abdomen, running his fingers along the rolls of her skin. The thought alone made her want to cry. Alec let out a breath, "you're so fucking soft."

That was not quite what she wanted to hear, soft wasn’t a word she felt was a good thing. Though that hadn't been his intention, Alec thought soft was one of the best things a body could be. He tried again, bringing his hands to her hips, "I love your belly. It's cute."

"It's not sexy."

"Fuck yeah it is," he argued. Alec pulled away from her and went to kneel in front of the bed. He spread her legs and went on his knees, putting his face right at her chest, which he noticed right away. Hardy brought his hand to her face and made her look at him, and he blew out a breath. She was a vision, leaned back, heavy breasts on full display and legs spread like a goddess.

He pressed a kiss in between her breasts, letting his tongue nip out to taste her skin. She giggled and said, "Alec!"

He brought his mouth down to her stomach, kissing each roll and holding her tightly. His beard itched and cause a pink rash to form, but she didn't have the urge to fight it. All along her abdomen, DI Alec Hardy peppered hot, wet kisses with nips of teeth. Then he growled softly, turning to see the mirror and force her to see what he saw. A stomach with small little love bites. "I decide what I find sexy. And that's sexy."

She hadn't even realized that she had started crying until it dripped down her face. It wasn't a sad tear, not really. It was more an overwhelming realization that Alec wasn't messing about, he wasn't saying this because he loved her. As his hands ran up her legs, prickly from unshaven hairs, he kissed and growled against her skin with the kindest love she'd felt. And she gladly let him remove her panties and shorts until she was bare, spread for him.

"I love your breasts and I love your belly, but these are some of my favorites," Alec said and he moved her thighs to sit on his shoulders. He bit at her thighs, lowering his kiss with each moment. Then he was there at the apex of her legs, with her slightly hairy, fully glistening cunt. His hot breath hit her as he murmured, "hey darling."

She shuddered, her body involuntarily moving to the sound of his voice. She had to stop the yelp that tried to escape when he extended his tongue and licked her bottom to top.

“I love that you’re so responsive down here,” Alec said between peppered kisses, letting his teeth ever so softly graze across her clit before sliding his tongue into her opening. Her muscles clenched, thighs beginning to shake as he lavished her. “I love the taste of you.”

He moved up, letting his beard scratch along her inner thighs in the way he knew she liked. Alec brought a careful finger to her opening, sliding it in with ease. She started to grind against it, hips bucking to meet his tongue as he began proper work on her clit. His fingers were long as they pumped in and out, curling i side her in the way that made her gasp. He laughed against her, he fucking laughed. A deep chuckle that radiated through her body, sending her arousal through the roof until her thighs were clamped round his head.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against her. But she heard it, and practically shoved him into her. Then Alec said, “you look so beautiful, you’re doing so good love. I’m so proud of my girl.”

Y/N cried out as she came, her body convulsing with each wave. It was positively impossible to describe, a kind of hazy pleasure that takes you from this world until you’re left panting on a bed, wondering how your antisocial detective boyfriend learned to do all of that. Her legs spasmed, squeezing against him in the way he adored.

Alec eased her through it, his kisses soft and messy. Her juices covered his face, were in his beard, but he seemed to proudly display her. Her thighs were going to be red from beard rash and covered in little love bites, some more possessive than others and she relished them all.

“Such a beautiful darling,” Alec said, rising slowly as he moved up her body. “I love your body, it’s bloody sexy is what it is. But my favorite part, yes even more than your breasts, is your face.”

Then he leaned in and kissed her, he kissed her with everything he had. It was rhat desperate, dizzying sort of kiss where words went unspoken but understood. She sighed, crying but now it wasn’t a hatred. Just like she realized earlier, and now it seemed to sink, Alec loved her regardless. He didn’t just put up with insecurities, he fought to fight them with her and show her what he saw. She might not see it yet, but to know that someone like him had eyes like that was comforting.

He tasted of her, of her musk and sweat and sex, and she found it embarrassingly arousing to know it was her wetness that did this to him.

Alec came up to the bed quickly, getting in the same position from earlier. Him behind her with her body in between his legs. Alex brought her to lean on him so her neck was ready for biting, “I fucking love your neck.”

“Bloody vampire!” She laughed.

Alec chuckled, bring his hands down her sides to grip her thighs. “That so?” With a strong yet gentle touch, he spread her thighs wide enough to rest on his, locking her in place.

“Alec I need you…”

“Oh what a pretty picture you make,” Alec whispered along her skin as he removed his cock from his trousers, going under her arse to tease at her opening. “Oh look at you, you’re gorgeous. My beautiful angel grinding against my cock, spread for the world to see. Perhaps another day. Shall I show you just how lovely you are, darling?”

Fuck. For someone who’d not done much dirty talk, he was damn good at it. She whined for him to take her, and he happily obliged, sinking into her with a slow thrust.

He let out a hiss at the feeling of her taut muscles clenching around him, holding him in place as though she couldn’t hear to lose him. She gasped the fullness, relishing in it and grinding just enough to cause Alec to make a guttural sound.

“You keep goin like that Angel and I won’t last much longer.”

“I don’t want you to,” she said, moving her hips again.

That movement broke Alec. He kept one hand tight on her hip, the other snaking down her body to start desperate ministrations on her clit. He thrust into her with a fury, bucking his hips to get as deep as he can. Y/N groaned, shocked at how quickly he was bringing her to climax.

“Come in me,” she said between breathy sighs. “Make me yours.”

Something in that sent the man wild. He stood, quickly helping prop Y/N up doggy style on the bed, and began to truly fuck her the way they both intended. They were so close to climax, his strokes uneven and wild, her clit buzzing with life.

“Say it again, angel. Tell me to make you mine.”

“I’m yours,” she groaned. “Come in me, I need you. I’m yours, make me yours.”

And he did, falling slightly into her and having to support himself on the mattress. He groaned loudly, those freckles flushing. But he knew she hadn’t come again, and he kept himself inside her as he leaned down, “now, any man you ever fuck you’ll know I’m here. You’re mine, angel. My darling.”

With a flick of his wrist, she came undone.

#alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy x reader #alec hardy #binging broadchurch #broadchurch fanfiction #i’m happy the 12 of you who read broadchurch fics will enjoy this #fanfiction #sexy david tennant woo wee #david tenannt is once again sad tired man #we cherish the men with heart conditions #he’s one fuck away from death #and I need him #reader insert #if your name is Becca leave leave leave #I have puns that no one will understand to make her leave #you know things you should not know #but I still love you #but never read this ever

[ellatoone7]

No better time than the present (Ella Toone x Reader)

Ella was tired, her bones felt heavy as she trudged through the snow to get to her favourite cafe. Training had been kicking her ass lately as the team prepared for the champions league. The new popularity she had gotten from the Euro’s had also kept her on her feet recently and all she wanted to do was sit down with a cup of hot chocolate and take a moment to breathe.

She was meeting Alessia who had not been training, she was still recovering from her ankle injury and was trying to enjoy her time off. The chimes of the bell rang in Ella’s ears as she walked through the familiar doors, she immediately spots her blonde best friend and gives her a small wave.

“Long time no see!” Alessia stood up to greet her friend, “We literally live together, Less.” Ella lets out a sigh of relief as her best friend's arms scoop her up into a warm hug. “Did you come straight from training?” Alessia questions as she feels the cold seeping off Ella, “Yup, It was another tough one tonight.” Ella hated winter training, she couldn’t stand the cold as it nipped at her skin or the burning of the cold air when she was made run suicides.

Alessia rubs her hands up and down her arms, “Winter training is the worst!” Ella smiled at her best friend gratefully before they both took their seats. “Have you ordered yet?” Ella asks while shedding her layers, “Nope, just got here two seconds before you.” Alessia answers as she goes to stand up Ella grabs her arm, “Sit. I got it, two hot chocolates?” Alessia nods before slumping back into her seat, throwing her friend a smile.

Ella returns it before walking up to the counter, it wasn’t busy so she just went straight up. Ella was familiar with all the staff, this was a place her and Alessia came to often. Instead of being met with Joan’s kind smile she was met with your bright blue eyes that rivalled her best friend’s. Her breath caught in her throat as she took you in, you were absolutely stunning and Ella couldn't tear her eyes away from you.

“....are you okay?” Ella was snapped out of her trance by your soft voice and confused smile, she cleared her throat awkwardly, “I-I…Hey…hi…sorry…i’m good just…anyway,” Your giggle interrupted her and she swore her heart leaped out of her chest. “Could I have two hot chocolates please?” The tips of her ears burned red as she pathetically stuttered out her order. “Only cause you said please.” You threw her a teasing wink as she blushed even harder. 

“That will be 8.00 please.” Ella nods as she searches her pockets for money, “Just give me a minute, I can never find my wallet in these pants.” She chuckled out as her movement got more frantic, “You know what? Don’t even worry about it, Its on the house.” You flash her a kind smile while preparing her order, “You a regular?” You quickly try to change the subject before Ella can even protest, with a defeated sigh Ella nods, “Yeah, we normally come in when we don’t have training.” 

“Training?” You ask, “Yup, we play football for Man United.” Ella subtly brags hoping you’d be impressed or maybe even recognise her and be flustered, “Ugh, bad choice of team.” That was not an answer Ella was expecting, she scoffs, “What’s wrong with Man U.” You shrug your shoulder, “Just not a fan.”

Ella sighs disapointedly before asking you the dreaded question, “What team do you support then?” She leans on the counter awaiting your answe, “Men or Women?” Ella’s contorts in surprise as you place one of the hot chocolates she ordered, “Men?” You smile proudly, “Liverpool, born and raised.” Ella rolls her eyes in disgust, “Of course it is.” You giggle before throwing her a teasing glare.

“What about Women?” Ella asks once again bracing herself for the answer, “Arsenal.” Ella is surprised again as she straightens her posture, “Do you mind me asking why you support arsenal?” You shoot her an obvious look, “Cause, they are cleary the best…plus Leah Williamson is so fine, it hurts.” Ella’s eyes bulge out if her head before belting out a laugh, “That seems to be a common theme with her.” 

“You know her!” You practically squeal as you place the second cup down, “Know her? Try being her good mate.” It was your turn to be surprised, “So, you’re a big time soccer player then?” Ella nods suddenly very pleased with herself, “Will have to look out for you…” The midfielder realises your waiting for her name, “Ella…Ella Toone.”

She sticks her hand out, you grab it and Ella swears she feels a shock run through her veins, “Nice to meet you, Ella Toone. Enjoy your drinks, you’re a cute couple.” You gesture over to Alessia who’s scrolling through her phone, Ella chokes on her drink as she tries to splutter out that Alessia was just a friend but you had already left.

Ella drags over to Alessia before throwing herself into the chair with a huff, “I’m guessing you didn’t get her number, was she straight?” Ella grumbles at her best friend’s teasing, “Worse…she thought we were dating.” Alessia’s laugh rang through the cafe as Ella tried to calm her down before you noticed. “Me and you…” Alessia couldn’t breath as a tear fell down her cheek.

Ella didn’t see you again, she kept glancing back hoping to catch a glimpse of you but you must’ve been on break because there was no sign of you.

…

Ella came back every single day hoping she would have the chance to explain the situation and maybe ask you out on a date. Day after day you weren’t there, eventually Ella asked Joan about your absence, “Hey, Joan.” The old ladies kind smile always warmed Ella’s heart, “Ella, love! It’s great to see you. You don’t normally come in on Wednesday.”

“I know, it’s been a crazy few months!” Joan laughs lightly, “I bet. What can I get you, darling?” Ella holds her breath, “I was just wondering would you know anything about the new girl.” Joan steps back to think for a few minuted, “Ah! Yes, she’s an absolute dote. Just started last Friday.” Ella nods, a smile building on her face, “Yes, that’s her. Do you know when she’ll be working next?” Joan shoots the younger girl a knowing look, “Well, she’s on holidays until Thursday, her next shift would probably be Friday.” 

Ella bites back a victorious cheer as she profusely thanks Joan. Just as she turns to leave Joan gently takes her hand, “She’s a lovely girl, you would both make a good pair.” Ella blushed but sends joan a grateful smile anyway.

Ella rushes home to update Alessia excitedly.

…

Friday comes around and Ella nervously sits in her car, she reherases the speech she’s planned over and over again before getting out of the car. The bell rang again, it was quiet in the little cafe. Ella excitedly looked up but wasn’t met by your glistening smile or breathtaking eyes, instead she was met with creepy Fred’s dark eyes.

Fred was fascinated by Ella and always tried to ask her out, Ella would always tell him that she was in fact not even remotely interested in men, but he was convinced he could ‘change’ her. Ella was even more disappointed than usual seeing the tall man, nevertheless she didn’t want this trip to be a waste so she begrudgingly ordered of creepy Fred and went through the same thing they always go through.

After texting Alessia the news, Ella thought it was time to go home, she was slowly losing hope that she would see you again. With one last sigh she got up and dumped her cup, slowly walking our the door before she heard your voice, “Fred, I told you to put cups in the sink.” Ella whipped around as soon as she heard your voice, a smile lit up her face as she walked up to where you were clearing tables.

You hadn’t noticed her so she awkwardly clears her throat while stepping from foot to foot, a nervous habit she had always had. You turned to face her, a surprised smile gracing your face, “Well if it isn’t miss big shot.” Ella’s ears burned again as she chuckled, “In the flesh.” 

“Back for my famous hot chocolate already, I would’ve given you atleast a week.” You nudged her gently before leaning against the table ignoring Fred’s protests. “What can I say, you’re way better than Fred.” You scoff before rubbing your forehead, “Don’t get me started on that headache.” Ella bit her lip as you were surrounded by silence, you pick your tray back up throwing her a cheeky glance before continuing your job of cleaning the table.

Ella panicked momentarily, not wanting the conversation to end, she blurted out, “I can’t get you out of my head!” Your face contorts with shock as you slowly turn to face her, “...thanks.” You croak out confusedly. Ella mentally facepalms, scorning herself for messing up the chance, “I’m not sure your girlfriend would be too happy about that.”

Ella quickly remembered the mix up, “That wasn’t my girlfriend, it was just my best friend. I actually currently have my eye on someone but I’m not sure if they like me back.” The confused look was replaced by a soft one as you bite back a giggle at the girls rambling.

“I’m sure Fred likes you, Ella!” You laugh as you watch Ella’s face twist with disgust, she gently kicks your leg on retaliation, you calm down as you step towards her. “On a more serious note, I think you should ask this someone on a date.” Ella’s nerves melt away, “Yeah?” You giggle as a blush creeps up your face, “Yeah.” 

Ella nods before turning around a pretending to walk away, you let out an offended scoff as she turns back to shoot you a cheeky smirk, she saunters back up to you, “Hi, would you please go on a date with me?” You pretend to think about it, “I’m not sure i could ever date a Man United player.” Ella hums before snapping her fingers, “I’ll invite Leah Williamson.” You don’t even hesitate, “Done!” Ella shakes her head in disbelief while you laugh gently.

“Yes.” You mutter quietly, Ella glances up with a child like grin, “I’d love to go on date with you, Ella.” Ella can’t even try hide the smile that sits on her face as she lets go of the breath she’s been holding, “How about now?” You glance up at her, “What?” Ella pulls a chair before taking your hand and sitting you in it. 

“I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I.” You sigh as Ella asks Fred to make two hot chocolates, “Yes, you are.” You snort as you watch her take the seat opposite you, you can hear Fred grumbling behind you but neither of you care.

“Just so you know, I don’t kiss on the first date.”

“We’ll see about that.”

#ella toone #ella toone imagines #ella toone x reader #woso x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #engwnt x reader #ella toone imagine #woso

[novankenn]

OMG!!! (V)

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A/N: Okay, okay... you were right. It ended up a series, and the last post wasn't the final post... I should have known better than thinking I could stop... ah well, let's see what happens... what do I come up with this time.

"ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?!?" Joan blurted out cutting Ren off from whatever he was going to say. "I was SO SACRED when I found you like that, AGAIN!"

"I'm sure they'll be fine Joan." Ren offered as he placed a comforting hand upon the bubbly blonde's shoulder. "I bet they're thirst, why don't you grab them something to drink. I'll watch over them while you're gone."

"Good idea." Joan turned to face Pyrrha and Nora, her deep blue eyes filled with concern for her friends and teammates. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Joan was gone a second later, leaving the two young women with the lone member of JNPR. Ren sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, fixing the pair a steady and stern look.

"Enough is enough." Ren started, his voice even and serious, "This is twice in under a day that you BOTH have scared Joan."

"But..."

"Nora, let me finish."

"Okay."

"I'm so..."

"None of that either Pyrrha. It's time you listen, and listen fully. Understand?" Ren waited until both nodded in agreement before continuing. "I know you're worried about Joan, and I know you both want to help... but you're not. You're causing her distress."

Ren raised a single finger stopping the pair of young women from saying anything.

"Nora, are you interested in Joan... as in more than a friend?"

"No... it's just shocking to see her like that." Nora admitted, "I really like her as a friend and want to do anything I can to help her."

"Okay. Now Pyrrha, before you deny anything... everyone aside from Joan knows."

"You all?"

"All. In fact I think the WHOLE school knows." Pyrrha's face flushed turning as red as her hair, "No it's time. Step up or step away. Joan doesn't deserve being pined after in secret."

"I know... it's just..."

"Enough of the defeatist attitude. Joan is a loving and caring person." Ren countered, "But she also lacks self-worth, which is why she's putting so much into the streaming..."

"YOU KNEW?!?"

"Of course. I helped her set it up." Ren informed the shocked pair. "But that is neither here nor there. What is important is Joan needs true validation that she matters. The streaming helps her, but..."

"If I stop being a coward..." Pyrrha pouted, her shoulders drooping in defeat.

"It would do more, and mean more." Ren sighed. "Joan will be back any minute. I've said my piece, it's now up-to you to act."

The trio waited in silence until Joan finally returned five minutes later with an arm load of various canned drinks.

"I didn't know what you might feel like having so I..."

"Joan..." Pyrrha spoke in a soft voice, a weak smile on her face as she climbed out of the bed she had been laying upon. "I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did... I'll do...."

"Joan, please close your eyes." Pyrrha asked as she covered the few feet between them. Joan looked rather concerned and confused by relented when she saw the warm look in Pyrrha emerald eyes.

"Pyr?" Joan's eyes snapped open at the touch of a pair of soft lips touching her own. "What?"

"I really like-like you Joan... I do... without question." Pyrrha smiled weakly as she started into Joan's deep blue eyes. "Are you okay with that? Can we try and be a couple?"

"I... I... would like that." Joan answered her cheeks growing red.

Off to the side, Ren and Nora smiled, as they watched the newly minted couple share a second longer but just as tender kiss.

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Auspicious [firebender!Hyunjin]

Characters: Hyunjin, fem!OC Rating: A/O for Adults Only (sexual content, swearing) Content Warnings/Tags: arranged marriage, mentions of generational trauma, switch Hyunjin, switch OC, teasing/dirty talk, finger fucking (f. receiving), p in v, riding, missionary/mating press, overstimulation, creampie Word Count: 7,195 Summary: Born into Fire Nation nobility, Hyunjin has accepted that his marriage will be an arranged one. However, when his parents call off the betrothal he's been preparing for his entire life in favor of a more auspicious match, he could never have guessed the identity of his new betrothed. Note: This AU was equally inspired by Avatar: The Last Airbender and the novel Strike the Zither by Joan He. However, you don't have to be familiar with either of those properties to enjoy this story!

Wherever they were taking Hyun Jin, his parents were not allowed to come with him, and he was not the slightest bit upset about it.

            When he was finally able to look outside again, he was stunned to see the Fire Nation Royal Palace. His parents hadn’t been joking when they said they’d secured him a more auspicious match. What kind of ritual or divination had been performed to match him with someone close to the royal family?

            Hyun Jin was escorted away from his transport and led through the palace to a series of rooms where he was to make himself presentable. Attendants waited in the main room to assist him with his hair and makeup, which he appreciated. There was a hot bath for him to wash the travel off, along with several outfits to choose from. His family was well-off, obviously, but nothing he personally owned or had brought with him compared to the quality or craftsmanship of these clothes.

            Excitement and dread coiled together in him. 

            After he had been made ready, the attendants left him alone with his thoughts. An hour ticked by, then two, which was more time than he needed to mentally fortify himself by any metric. Hyun Jin wondered if he’d been forgotten. Perhaps his meeting wasn’t until the evening and no one had elected to inform him. Just as he was starting to feel well and truly irritated, he heard what sounded like an entire procession outside the door, and then a female voice instructing the retinue to leave her. After the sound of retreating footsteps, there came a knock at the door.

            “Hwang Hyun Jin?” the voice asked of him now.

            “Yes?” Hyun Jin answered, suddenly apprehensive to open the door.

            “Are you decent?” she asked, and Hyun Jin’s face heated slightly in annoyance at the teasing tone.

            “Yes,” he answered, a little indignant.

            “May I enter?” she asked last.

            Hyun Jin hesitated only a moment before he took a step back and said, “Yes,” one final time.

            The door opened, and Hyun Jin was stunned to find that his worst, wildest speculation had indeed come to fruition. Here was the Fire Lordess herself, looking at him. She closed the door behind her, and Hyun Jin realized belatedly that he should have bowed to her already.

            Fuck. What a wonderful first impression he was making.

            When he moved to rectify his mistake, she quickly moved forward and caught his arm.

            “Please don’t,” she said, sounding tired. “It’s just the two of us here. No one will judge you as disrespectful.”

            He looked at her hand on his arm, then at her face, and his expression creased into a frown of confusion and mild discomfort.

            “Aiya,” she said almost coyly, retracting her hand from his arm. “With a pout like that, it’s no wonder I was assured over and over again of your desirability.”

            His face flamed. So that was it, then. All the confirmation he needed. The auspicious match his parents had made for him, the one that was so great they’d discarded the previous one he’d prepared for his whole life, was the Fire Lordess herself. He had no idea how to feel about that, no idea what to say.

            Her expression darkened with thought, and she took a single step back from him. “They didn’t tell you? Nobody warned you?” she guessed.

            “They didn’t,” he confirmed, trying to keep his voice neutral. He had no idea if the answer would upset her, or what tone might make things worse.

            “Then you’re here against your will,” she said next, and he could hear the walls going up in her voice, the way her entire demeanor had shifted. Gone now was the joking, jovial woman she had been only moments ago. Hyun Jin missed that version already.

            “Not exactly,” he offered, as though it was somehow his job to make this better. That’s how his parents would see it. “My parents didn’t tell me it was you I’d been matched with, no. But I agreed to come here, agreed to call off my previous engagement to enter into this one.”

            “But you didn’t have all the information,” she went on. “Ergo, you didn’t make a fully informed decision. You didn’t consent to this.”

            “Are you going to send me back?” Hyun Jin asked.

            “If that’s what you want,” she answered. Her shoulders were perfectly squared to his, her hands clasped loosely behind her back. Aloof. Regal.

            “I don’t know what I want,” Hyun Jin told her honestly. Her posture loosened a little at that. For a moment, Hyun Jin entertained the ridiculous thought that she feared his rejection.

            “Well,” she began slowly, thoughtfully, a bit of friendliness creeping back into her voice, “perhaps we can arrange something. A trial period of sorts. You give me the chance to court you, and if I fail, I will find a way to send you honorably home.”

            “You would do that for me?” he asked, feeling only warmth where there should have been trepidation. Her expression softened further, but it looked, to his eyes, a bit sad, too.

            “I have no desire to be a tyrant like past Fire Lords,” she said, her voice quiet with conviction. “Many of them ruled their marriages the same way they ruled this country—inflexibly, and through fear. I refuse to be like them. I will not demand of you more than you wish to give.”

            He stared at her, thoroughly stunned. He let the silence stretch a little too long, but it truly took him that long to process. “You . . . have no idea how much I appreciate that,” he said finally. She gave him a small smile, and like the rest of her face, it looked just a little sad.

            “I think I might have some idea,” she said, and then she was gone.

For the next three months, the Fire Lordess did not say a single thing to or about Hyun Jin that could be perceived as flirtatious. Clearly, she hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she would try to court him. In fact, she was entirely stately and respectful in every interaction with him moving forward, and at first, it surprised him. Rather than going to all this trouble, couldn’t she simply send him home and find a suitable replacement?

            Hyun Jin experienced a weird kind of guilt then. Would not dozens of men (and women and others) kill to be in his position? And here he was, keeping the Fire Lordess at arm’s length. Gradually, though, he worked through the guilt and realized at least half of his trepidation was the mere fact that he didn’t know how to act. He’d lived his entire life in service of an arranged marriage that was a sure thing no matter what he did. Inescapable. Now that he had a choice, a say, in the matter, he had no idea what to do with it. The Fire Lordess would make no advances on him unless he allowed them, asked for them. And he didn’t know if he was capable of that.

            “I want to invite you to my firebending lessons,” she said to him one evening as they were having supper. The Fire Lordess was a busy woman, but she made sure to set aside time for just Hyun Jin every day. Well, that was a bit of an overstatement. There was an attendant in every corner of the dining room with them for a total of four. In truth, the Fire Lordess had taken care to ensure that she and Hyun Jin were never truly alone ever since that first day.

            “You have firebending lessons?” he asked, unable to hide the confusion. Royal bloodline aside, the rulers of the Fire Nation were just . . . the best. Throughout history, they always had been. He’d never stopped to consider that someone of their station would have a teacher, but he supposed everyone had, at some point, regardless of natural aptitude.

            She chuckled. “Of course I do. I’m good, but I can always be better. I’m sure your parents spared no expense in your training growing up, but, well, I have greater resources than they do. I’d like to extend them to you.”

            “I’d be honored,” he said, thinking it was the right answer. But her face creased into the slightest frown at his words, and he cringed inwardly.

            “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” she said, cutting through a chunk of red meat on her plate. “I’m not going to be offended if you say no. Not everything is about honor.”

            “My parents would disagree,” Hyun Jin grumbled, flicking a vegetable over with his chopsticks. “It’s not easy conditioning to break.”

            It was perhaps the most honest he’d been with her, and it felt . . . good. Her expression had softened by the time he glanced at her face again.

            “I understand,” she said. “Well, let’s try that again. Hyun Jin, I’d like to spend more time with you. Would you do me the honor of attending my firebending instruction with me?”

            “I’d like that,” he said, his voice soft. She smiled, and the corners of Hyun Jin’s mouth almost picked up, too. Almost.

            Dragons’ breath, he had no idea how to navigate this.

He had even less of an idea how to navigate it when he arrived in the courtyard for their instruction and found the Fire Lordess showing the most skin he’d ever seen from her. She was stretching, and in the long few moments before she noticed him, he let himself unabashedly ogle his could-be betrothed. Lithe and strong, she was built like the warrior queens of old. He wasn’t certain he’d be able to defeat her in a fight, and he was weirdly all right with that possibility.

            “So,” he asked as she straightened from where she’d been nearly folded in half at the hips, “what’s the agenda?”

            “Just form drills today,” she said, giving him a sly little smile. “I wanted to go easy on you, and the masters agree.”

            Hyun Jin chuckled, one half of his mouth pulling toward amusement. “How considerate of you.” Then, he allowed himself his very first impingement. “Am I . . . overdressed?”

            She snorted, looking him over. “That depends on how sweaty you want to get, I suppose. We’re working with fire, Hyun Jin. Was your family a stickler for propriety?”

            “Yes,” he answered automatically, thinking about how he and his former-betrothed had needed to sneak around if they wanted to do anything even vaguely physically intimate. “Image is everything.”

            “Then feel free to sweat your ass off. I won’t stop you,” she said, bending into a new stretch. Hyun Jin scowled at her back. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She clucked her tongue when she her head to see what the commotion was about, her eyes glancing over him in the closest thing to appraisal he’d been able to get out of her since the day he’d arrived. He moved to tie his hair up, an attempt to distract himself from the gesture.

            He liked it.

            “For what it’s worth,” she said, reaching for her toes and touching her nose to her knees, “I quite enjoy your image.”

            “Good,” he said, a little irritable despite himself, as he dropped into a lunge to start stretching. Was he upset that things were suddenly moving too fast? Not fast enough? Was he upset at himself for finally acknowledging that he was attracted to the Fire Lordess, or for taking so long to do so?

            In the end, it didn’t really matter. The discomfort converted into a pit of impassioned frustration that backed his every move during their form drills. The Fire Lordess was more refined than him thanks to the caliber of education she’d received her whole life, but Hyun Jin didn’t have any trouble keeping up with the demands of her masters’ curriculum.

            The first round of exercises was form only—no fire—and for those, Hyun Jin and the Fire Lordess were able to stand only about two arm lengths apart, matching motion for motion, their bodies in sync. After that, though, came a full series of katas with flame, and they moved to opposite ends of the courtyard to perform to their best without hurting one another. Hyun Jin was unsurprised to find that she’d been right—it got hot fast. Hyun Jin didn’t have much time to look her way, but about halfway through the first set, Hyun Jin was thoroughly drenched in sweat. After they’d made it through the drill, the masters told them to hydrate, and then do it again.

            There was a clear water fountain by the masters’ perch above the courtyard (for safety, Hyun Jin presumed), and when the Fire Lordess and Hyun Jin congregated by it to drink, the masters relayed their next instruction.

            “We want you to do that again,” said one.

            “But we want you to switch styles with one another,” said the other. Hyun Jin looked up in minor confusion. He hadn’t been paying enough attention to the Fire Lordess to know what they meant.

            “Master Hwang, your flames burn hot and fast, like a forest fire. You would consume everything if you could. Instead of your focus resting on producing the most destructive flame you can, try to narrow your focus, be more precise, like a single beam of light through glass.”

            Hyun Jin nodded, gulping another handful of water.

            “As for you, Your Grace, you have always been precise ever since you were young. Try to let yourself go. You always have such trouble with it. Widen your focus, think of burning everything in your way at once. We know you dislike the idea of your full destructive capacity, but one day you may need it.”

            “Yes, Masters.”

            When they had cooled down enough, they got back to their feet and claimed their places at the opposite ends of the courtyard. As with the first two exercises, the masters alternated calling out which form was next, mixing up the order with one another to keep Hyun Jin and the Fire Lordess on their toes. Hyun Jin fought his instincts and tried to focus as the masters had asked him to, flowing one motion into the next with more mindfulness than he usually did.

            As they got to the end of the drill, the masters called out a form that had not been in the first two sets. In fact, it was a form Hyun Jin had never heard of at all. His movements stuttered to a stop, his attention flying to the Fire Lordess, who apparently knew exactly what it meant because she was already in motion.

            She spun through a low motion close to the ground and came up in a deep lunge, arms outstretched before her and mouth open wide as though she might scream. Instead, out came triplet jets of flame, branching wide to become one cloud of fire over the center of the courtyard. It was truly a sight to behold, like one of the dragons of old emptying the flames from its soul. In fact, by the form of her arms, the flames did not seem to be coming from her hands at all, as was normally the case, but rather from her wrists, as though she were bleeding fire from her very veins.

            The Fire Lordess held that outpouring of fire as long as she could—as long as she had the air to sustain it—and when the onslaught stopped, she staggered, very nearly stumbling to her hands and knees.

            Hyun Jin wasn’t sure when he had moved closer, but he caught her arm, and was pleasantly surprised when she leaned into his bare chest rather than fall.

            That was, until he remembered he was slick all over with sweat, at which point he cringed a little.

            “That’s enough for today,” said the first master.

            “We’re impressed, to be sure,” said the second.

            “But it can always be better,” finished the first.

            With that, the pair of masters stood and retreated, perfectly in step, down the hallway that led out to their observation perch. After sucking down a few deep breaths, the Fire Lordess put her hand on Hyun Jin’s chest and pushed herself away from him. She walked back to the water fountain, a little unstable on her feet, and Hyun Jin followed, close enough to catch her if she stumbled again.

            “What was that?” he asked as she sat down on the edge of the fountain.

            “The Descendant Crane,” she said, as though that answered anything. It was the name of the form, yes, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d never even heard of it. He sat down next to her on the lip of the fountain, pinning her with his confused stare while she drank.

           “It’s a form the masters developed for me years ago. I’ve always had the same problem, and they thought it would help,” she said.

            “But what is it?”

            She sighed softly, meeting his eyes. “Remember when I told you I didn’t want to be like Fire Lords past?” He nodded. “It manifests in my bending. Fire Lords of old had no problem burning anything in their way. Even their family. I’ve always had this . . . block. I don’t want to be like them, and the masters insist it makes me too careful. As a result, I would very rarely reach my full output during training. A weakness. So they came up with the Descendant Crane, a form to be used at the very end of my lesson, where I give my fire everything I have, everything that’s left, in one long, controlled burn. It’s helped my capacity a lot, but I still have trouble letting go.”

            Hyun Jin held her gaze, and was startled when she broke it to look over his sweaty body instead. “What was it you said earlier about propriety?” she asked, her voice too quiet now, too intimate.

            “I don’t remember,” Hyun Jin said honestly, because he couldn’t capture a single thought while she was looking at him except for wishing she would do more than just look.

            It was without thinking, just like when he’d caught her, that he moved closer on the lip of the fountain, his hands moving to cup her jaw. She looked him in the face again, and he studied the way his hands fit against her skin, the way they were big enough to touch her neck and jaw at the same time while still resting his thumbs on her cheeks.

            Then, with a similar lack of thought, Hyun Jin fit his mouth to hers. This was his first kiss with the ruler of his country, and it should have been chaste, delicate, respectful. It was none of those things. He kissed her greedily, like a man starved, a man who could not be content to merely start and end with this. He worked her mouth open and she let him; he glided his tongue past her lips, and she let him. His hands moved to the exposed skin at her waist, moving her off the fountain’s edge and into his lap, and she let him, her nails dragging across the definitions in his arms as he worked. She didn’t stop there, leaving shallow scratches along his back as he moved to kiss her neck instead, and he barely stopped himself from leaving an obvious hickey. Even if he was to be her Prince Consort, he could not in good conscience mark her before she’d ever marked him.

            “Hyun Jin,” she whimpered, and it undid him. He gripped her middle tighter, pulling her closer on his lap, knowing his hardness would be impossible for her to miss. He swallowed hard, looking up into her face again. “I need you to tell me if this means anything . . . If it doesn’t, that’s fine, but I need to know . . . I need to manage my own expectations . . .”

            Hyun Jin’s ears rang for a moment as he tried to comprehend the words. She would be fine being intimate with him without any longer-term agreement? She would let him have her without strings?

            But that wasn’t what he wanted, was it? Her offering it to him made that abundantly clear, and it showed in the way his face contorted in distaste.

            “I don’t want to use you and then just walk away,” he said.

            “It’s not using me if I agree to it,” she said, holding his eyes. “And I would agree . . . I would rather have you just once than never have you at all . . . I like you, Hyun Jin . . . I like you more than any other option that’s ever been presented to me . . . And even if you leave, I . . . I’d like to remember you in every way I’m able.”

            “I don’t want to leave,” Hyun Jin said in a rush, as though her dismissal were a fate worse than death. “I want to stay here. I want to be with you. I want this. Our betrothal. I want to be yours.”

            She exhaled deeply, as though his words had knocked the wind from her entirely. She gently pushed a few strands of dark hair that had escaped his ponytail back from his face. “You’re sure?” she asked so quietly it was nearly a whisper.

            “I’m sure,” he said. “I’ve never been surer.”

            She smiled then, and it was a perfectly radiant, contagious thing. He couldn’t help mirroring it.

            “Can you take me back to my chambers, then? I think it might be a good idea to wash off before . . . Well, I’m not saying anything has to happen, but if it does . . . Hyun Jin, I’ve never seen anyone sweat as much as you in my entire life.”

            Hyun Jin couldn’t help laughing at that. It was true; even between the two of them, he was dripping while she sported nothing more than an attractive sheen of exertion.

            “It’s not a bad thing,” she added quickly. “You look—and smell—very good. But, you know, crotch sweat isn’t the most appetizing thing when you’re going to put your mouth around someone’s co—”

            Hyun Jin fastened a firm hand over her mouth. “If you finish that sentence, I very well might come in my pants. You can’t just randomly mention sucking my cock in conversation,” he said. She scoffed as though affronted.

            “You’re allowed to say it but I’m not?” she asked.

            “I can talk about it as much as I want. It’s my cock, not yours,” he said. She lifted an eyebrow at him, and Hyun Jin knew then exactly the mistake he’d made.

            “Ah,” she said, her voice different, lower now, “but it’s not going to be just your cock much longer, is it? You said you wanted to be mine . . . That goes for all of you, does it not?”

            “Of course it does,” Hyun Jin said, suddenly breathless.

            “Then take me to my rooms so we can wash off,” she said, standing up from her spot in his lap. Hyun Jin impressed himself by not flushing in the slightest while she very obviously evaluated his bulge.

            “Well, you can’t walk around like that. You’ll make my staff faint,” she said. He did redden then, stunned by her brazenness.

            “What’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded as she walked over to her small pile of belongings, including the long over-robe that she must have shed before he arrived. She flung it at him, then went to claim his discarded shirt for herself.

            “It means you’re big and noticeable and I don’t want half my court talking about your penis size before I’ve even seen it,” she said. Hyun Jin just stared at her, mouth agape. She gave him a sharp smile. “What? Didn’t expect the ruler of your country to be an insatiable pervert? I feel like that’s the only thing rulers throughout history can actually agree on.”

            He shrugged helplessly as he tugged her over-robe around his body, tying the sash about his waist and definitively hiding his bulge, which definitely had not lessened at all in size. If anything, the teasing had only served to make the prison that was his pants feel even more torturous.

            “You’ll learn,” she sing-songed, taking his arm.

Hyun Jin realized the strategy in what she’d done very quickly. He and the Fire Lordess were close to the same height, but with his broad shoulders and well-muscled upper body, it was brutally obvious that the shirt she wore was not hers, while her over-robe was designed to be loose in the shoulders, arms, and chest and therefore didn’t look out of place on Hyun Jin’s frame. On the walk back to her chambers, the only glances Hyun Jin fielded were secondary to the Fire Lordess and the shirt she wore, as though trying to determine whether it was his or not. Hyun Jin’s blank resting expression came in handy here, giving nothing definitive away. The implication was pretty obvious, Hyun Jin thought, but he did nothing to confirm or deny it.

            Once she closed them into her rooms and sent her staff away, she sighed with relief. “Well,” she said, pulling his shirt over her head and letting it drop on the floor. “We’ll be the talk of the nation, I’m afraid.”

            Despite himself, Hyun Jin chuckled. “My parents are going to be pissed that they hear it from the gossip mill and not from me,” he said.

            “Will they be angry with you?” she asked, suddenly concerned. Hyun Jin shrugged.

            “I don’t really care if they are,” he said, then shot a crooked grin her way. “If things go to plan, I’ll very shortly outrank them, anyway.”

            She snickered, leaning it to place a too-deep-to-be-casual kiss on his lips. He devoured it, making it last longer than she intended. Finally, she put her hand on his chest to push him very slightly away.

            “Bath first,” she reminded him. He rolled his eyes as he stepped back, letting her outer robe fall off his shoulders and onto the floor. He then took his hair out of its ponytail, a damp curtain around his ears and neck. He was pleased by the way her eyes widened a little as she absorbed the full effect.

            “That’s incredibly unfair,” she observed, doing her best to make her voice sound neutral as she looked over his exposed neck, shoulders, and torso.

            “It would only be unfair if you weren’t allowed access,” he said as sweetly as he dared. She pointed sternly toward the hall to her washroom. “Fine, I’m going,” he said. He had the good grace to keep his pants on until he’d gotten to the washroom and closed the door.

            The walk back to her rooms had quelled his hardness the first time, but kissing her again in the entryway was enough to get it halfway up again. He tried not to pay attention to it and waited for it to go away as he drew his bath and set about making himself presentable all over again.

            It occurred to him only after the fact that he didn’t have a clean set of clothes with him.

            “Fuck,” he cursed no one but himself as he emerged from the tub and dried off. He went to the door and knocked on it from his side.

            “That’s generally not how doors work,” came her voice from somewhere on the other side. “You’re not locked in there, you know.”

            “Hilarious,” he said tartly. “I don’t have anything clean to wear.”

            “Oh no,” she said with absolutely no concern or remorse. “Whatever will you do?”

            “I was hoping you would let me borrow something,” he said. She laughed.

            “Sure. I’ll be right back. Try not to freeze to death,” she said, and then he heard her footsteps retreat. A minute later, she knocked. “Do you want to just . . . open the door a little bit and have me stick my arm in, or—?”

            Before she could quite finish her question, Hyun Jin opened the door to his towel-clad form. Her eyes immediately went to where the fabric hung precariously on his hips, purposely exposing too much of his lower abdomen. He put his hand out for the embroidered silk robe she had been prepared to hand him. It took her a few seconds too long to notice that.

            “You are a cruel and unusual man, Hwang Hyun Jin,” she said, finally placing the fabric into his hand with perhaps a little too much force. He gave a satisfied smile at that.

            “You’re not the only one allowed to tease,” he said. He pulled the silk garment around his body, tied the sash, then shifted his hips just slightly to make the towel fall to the floor. The Fire Lordess looked like she might burst a blood vessel, and Hyun Jin snickered.

            She swatted his arm, scoffing. “Out. It’s my turn,” she ordered, and he vacated the washroom without pushing his luck further.

            Once again, he was belated in realizing that she hadn’t taken any clean clothes into the washroom, either.

            Well, that was one way to punish him for impertinence.

            He settled himself onto a settee in the middle of her sitting room. Her apartments were set up almost like a T—the hallway and vestibule through which they had entered making up the stem, the sitting room and its wall of windows at the axis. To the right, the washroom and bedroom. To the left, a dining space and study. Hyun Jin had been here a couple of times before, but never for this long, and never with this intent.

            His breath came out in a long, low sigh. The Fire Lordess wasn’t the only one with an insatiable hunger. Even as he sat there, Hyun Jin started to get hard again at the mere thought of what they were going to do, at the prospect of her coming out of the washroom completely naked and ready for him.

            He couldn’t stop himself from untying and parting the silk robe and taking his length in his hand, stroking in slow, controlled motions. Not anywhere near enough for him to get off, but enough to get him from half-hard to fully erect in a matter of a couple short minutes. Even then, he kept to the slow pace, ensuring he stayed up, ensuring that when she came back she wouldn’t have to wait.

            “Hyun Jin-ah?” the Fire Lordess called to him from behind the closed door of the washroom. He blinked senselessly; he’d lost track of time in the midst of his edging. Was she done already?

            “Yes?” he answered her, his voice strained.

            “Is it all right if I come out naked? It’s what I planned to do, but I don’t want to seem like I’m forcing myself on you,” she said. He groaned softly; it took every iota of self-control to keep from speeding the motions of his hand.

            “You won’t be forcing anything,” he answered. “I’d love it if you came out naked.”

            He made himself stop stroking his cock as the door opened in favor of simply holding himself around the base. It was unmistakable, what he’d been doing. So, too, was it unmistakable how badly he wanted her, a trail of pre-cum dripping from his tip down his shaft to pool against his index finger. He bit his lip as he took her in, just as fascinated by her as she seemed to be with him. She was utterly gorgeous, lean muscle and subtle curves to go with the sharp features of her face, her skin still flushed from her bath. She took him in from head to toe just as eagerly, letting out a breathless little laugh as she stopped to stand in front of him.

            “Dragons’ breath,” she murmured, reverent, as she looked him over one more time before holding his eyes. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

            “We’re a match for each other,” he said, gazing up at her. She gave him a tender smile in return. The expression turned into something else entirely, though, when she let her eyes stray from his face.

            “I know I mentioned sucking your cock earlier, but I don’t know if I can personally wait that long,” she said, a subtle fidget in her hips as she spoke. Hyun Jin slowly reached out with his still-clean left hand and trailed a slow pattern up the inside of her thigh.

            “I can’t let you suck my cock this time,” he agreed. “I can already tell I’m not going to last long, and when I come, I want it to be deep inside your cunt, not down your throat.”

            Everything in her body seemed to freeze up for a moment from the combination of his words, his heated gaze, and the touch of his fingers, which had stopped their motions just before touching anywhere truly sensitive.

            “May I?” he asked, and she nodded without hesitation. He stroked his fingers along her slit, pleased to find her already wet. “Feels like you’re aching for me just as badly as I’m aching for you.”

            “I am,” she said. “Hyun Jin, I’ve been holding myself back from you for months. I didn’t want to push you, but every day I spent with you I only wanted to be with you more.”

            “Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?” Hyun Jin asked, the greediest question he could have possibly posed. As he said it, he slipped his middle finger inside her, drawing a sweet little sound from her lips.

            “Yes,” she admitted. “It’s the hardest I’ve been able to orgasm in a while, touching myself while thinking of you . . .”

            “Do you think you’ll be able to orgasm just as hard with me?” he asked, genuinely curious.

            “If you let me ride you, I can guarantee it,” she answered. Hyun Jin groaned, a throb going through his cock that he couldn’t ignore. He pumped it a few times in answer, sliding a second finger inside her and stroking her front wall in time with his hardness. She moaned, her focus going a little fuzzy for a moment.

            “Fuck,” he said, finally getting himself under control. He pulled his fingers out of her, admiring the string of wetness that came with.

            Once his hand was out of the way, she moved forward, putting her knees down and straddling his hips, the head of his cock dangerously close to her entrance. He managed to rip his eyes from the sight long enough to look her in the face again.

            “I don’t want to wait anymore,” she said, her eyes pleading for permission.

            “Then don’t,” he said.

            He was not prepared for the way she took him in.

            He’d expected her to take him a little at a time, to get used to the size and shape of him before she gradually found a rhythm. Instead, she lined him up just well enough to fit his cockhead to her entrance, and then she just dropped. Hyun Jin threw his head back against the settee, a sharp, guttural groan escaping his lips. Her core then squeezed around him in a display of muscle control that could only have been on purpose, and he made a secondary noise that was a lot more strangled than the first. She laughed softly, draping her arms over his shoulders, seeming quite pleased with herself.

            “You know what you like, huh?” Hyun Jin managed when he could finally speak again. She had settled into something closer to the medium rhythm he’d initially expected, gliding up and down his length in even strokes that stimulated all of him.

            “I do,” she said. “And right now, what I like is the way you fill me up.”

            “Can I take you to bed?” he asked, and she nodded, moving to get off of him and stand up. He grabbed her hips, forcing her all the way back down on his cock, and this time it was her turn to cry out.

            “Leave it. I’ll take care of it,” he said. She caught his meaning right away, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he stood up, his cock still buried in her. She moaned, the sound muffled against his shoulder, her legs squeezing around his hips as he walked them to her bedroom. Once they’d arrived, he lay down near the middle of her bed, letting her sit all the way down on him again. She planted her hands on the mattress on either side of him, her breasts hanging in easy reach. He gripped one firmly in his hand and leaned up to take the other in his mouth. She mewled sweetly to the touch, starting to move on him again, more desperate now.

            “Better angle?” he asked. She nodded wordlessly. “I agree,” he said. She’d still felt good while he was sitting up, of course, but now there was absolutely nothing between her heat, his cock, and the full force of gravity.

            “Feels so fucking big like this,” she whined as she rode him harder, the sound of skin on skin coupled with the wet slap of her core.

            “That’s right,” Hyun Jin sighed. “Big enough to fill you all the way to the top.”

            “Mmhmm,” she moaned, moving her hands from the bed to his chest, her nails digging just slightly into his skin. It was just enough pain to light his nerves on fire, sharpening the pleasure he already felt.

            “You look so fucking good,” he praised, unable to keep his eyes on any one feature of hers. Her darkened eyes, her parted lips, her bouncing chest, her greedy core. He could watch her cunt swallow his cock for the rest of his life and die a happy man.

            “You feel so fucking good,” she countered, her hips moving in short, sharp bucks now, desperate to shove his cock as hard and deep inside her as she could. “Fuck, Hyun Jin, I’m so close.”

            “Yeah?” he goaded. “Give me that orgasm, love.”

            He didn’t know why, of all the pet names in the world, that was the one that came most naturally right now, but it had, and it felt right, so he didn’t apologize or try to take it back.

            “Yes, love,” she answered him, the endearment rolling off her tongue just as easily, and Hyun Jin couldn’t take it. He tipped her body forward over his, gripped and lifted her hips, and started fucking up into her as hard and fast as he could. He was going to be her husband. The Fire Lordess was going to be his wife. And he was going to fuck her as such.

            He could tell the instant she fell apart. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders harshly enough to leave marks. Her moans in his ear turned to pitchy cries. And, maybe most importantly, her core spasmed around his cock, tightening and loosening as her orgasm tore through her.

            “Yes, yes, Hyun Jin, yes,” she gasped in his ear. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

            “I won’t,” he groaned in return, flipping them over to put her under him. Her eyes were unfocused, half-closed, and he wouldn’t be surprised to find out later that her vision had grayed out completely. He grabbed for her right leg, hooking her knee over his shoulder, splitting her open as he continued to fuck her ruthlessly. He’d started to sweat again, his hair sticking to his temples and neck, keeping it mostly out of his way. She started to come down from her orgasm, her eyes focused on him again, locking with his, a blissed-out smile on her lips.

            “Feels so fucking good,” she whined. In the aftermath of her orgasm, she felt even tighter than before, and Hyun Jin bit his lip, driving into her desperately.

            “I’m close, love. Please,” he said. He didn’t know what he was asking for exactly, but he wanted her help, wanted her to send him over the edge the way he had her. Through her overstimulated moans, she reached one hand around to his back while the other rested on his chest. With the first, she dragged her nails down the span of his back, and with the other, she rubbed his nipple with her thumb.

            And that was all it took. Two more thrusts and he was done for, leaning over her, receiving no resistance from the leg over his shoulder, thinking distantly that flexibility like that was so fucking sexy and only made him come harder. He didn’t even attempt to fuck her through his orgasm, opting instead to shove his cock as deep inside her as he could and keep it there while he emptied, hard spurts of cum filling her up. His noisy moans rebounded off the walls.

            The orgasm rattled him so hard that he stayed like that, pressed into her body, shuddering against her for maybe half a minute. She was sweaty, too, this time, but she smelled different now, like sex, and he knew he had to smell the same to her.

            “So fucking good,” she murmured as he loosened his grip and let her right leg move to a more natural position. “So fucking good, Hyun Jin.”

            He nodded, unwilling or unable to form words yet, tucking his face against her neck and trying to get his breath back. He peppered little kisses there, and felt her cunt flutter around his not-yet-softened cock. He groaned loudly.

            “I don’t want to be done,” he complained. “But I haven’t come that hard in ages and I don’t know if I have more in me today.”

            She laughed softly. “We’ll see what happens. But one thing is for sure.”

            “What?”

            “We need another fucking bath.”

            He laughed, pushing up onto his elbows so he could see her face. He kissed her softly, unable to hold it for long before they both started giggling.

            “At least we can bathe together this time and save water,” he said. She snickered.

            “That sounds like a ploy to see if you can get your cock back up again,” she accused. He smiled as sweetly as he possibly could.

            “We’ll see what happens,” he said, mimicking her. She poked her tongue out at him, which he kissed back into her mouth, followed by his tongue in her mouth, too. Finally, he pulled out of her so he could carry her bridal style back to the washroom.

            “I’m happy it was you,” she murmured against his shoulder as they sat together in the warm bath. She was perched on his lap, and Hyun Jin couldn’t imagine letting her go.

            “Me, too,” he said, closing his eyes and resting his head against hers.

#kpop smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x oc #hyunjin oneshot #skz smut

[halfagone]

I really like your mlb x dp mentor au, And I was wondering how Marinette and Adrian would react if Danny brought any past ghost miraculous users to help teach them.

(Continuation of this prompt. Use the tag "dp x mlb" on that post for more of this AU)

That's a very good point! I believe Miraculous Ladybug even had a moment where Joan of Arc (which was a previous user of the Ladybug Miraculous in this universe) briefly appeared, so theoretically this would make even more sense.

I'd have to think some more about who other possible Ladybug and Black Cat holders could be, but it would be super interesting to explore past holders who not only could help them grow as heroes but as people underneath the mask.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I can imagine it going a little something like this:

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"You can do that?" Chat Noir gasped as he leaned forward, looking like his eyes might pop out of his skull. "You can just call any ghost to you any time you want?"

"Well not really? I'd have to ask if they're even willing to teach you guys, but otherwise just ringing them up works for me," Danny explained with a casual shrug.

"Can all ghosts do that?" Ladybug asked with an inquisitive tilt of her head.

"Not all of us, no," Danny shook his head. "I'm a more... special case, I guess? I have a very complicated relationship with death, so it comes with some... perks, if you will."

"What do you mean by compli-" Chat Noir began to ask, but he's thankfully interrupted by Ladybug, who asked, "Do all Miraculous Holders come back as ghosts when they die?"

Wow. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Answer Chat Noir's question and Danny could reveal a potentially devastating secret. Answer Ladybug's question and he would give these kids nightmares for days. Lovely...

Her question, however, was a little unexpected. Danny wondered what fears might rest on her mind to ask something so- loaded.

"That's complicated too," Danny admitted with a sigh, rubbing the back of his head. "For the most part it depends on how they died, but otherwise..." How could Danny say this in a way that would scar them the least? "Sometimes only the memory of a person will remain."

The two stared at him with obvious confusion. Maybe Danny shouldn't have been so cryptic. You'd think he'd have learned that from all of Clockwork's visits.

"I mean, you're public figures," Danny began, "your face is plastered everywhere! Even if you died peacefully, without any regrets or unfinished business, your name could live on far longer than you do. And that creates spirits of their own."

"It won't be you," Danny tacked on. "It will never be you. Just what people perceived you as. And sometimes that's worse than whatever afterlife death could have given you."

Ladybug looked frightened, pensive with this news. Danny could already imagine her mind firing at a million miles per hour, trying to find a way to work around this. She had always been the type to over-plan these things where and when she could.

Danny risked a glance at Chat Noir. If Ladybug had looked scared, then Chat Noir looked downright terrified. He looked paler than a sheet ghost, eyes vacant as he stared down at the streets below.

Danny wondered what kind of ghosts haunted him.

#halfagone replies #dpxmlb #dp x mlb #no actual ghosts but hey! #have some worldbuilding and an existential crisis instead!

[hooked-on-elvis]

Halloween party + [BRIEF ROMANCES] Elvis and Joan Bradshaw: Hurt and vengeful EP?

Article: MAY 9TH, 1959 – THE BUFFALO EVENING NEWS – NY | Note: At the time this article was published, Elvis was in Germany on his Army duties... and the newsmen gossiping about his previous long gone [maybe even forgotten] love life! I guess they ran out of topics. | Pictures: Elvis and Joan Bradshaw.

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Elvis met Joan Bradshaw in early 1957 at Paramount studio, where she had a bit part in his film "Loving You". 

It's said EP was really enchanted by Joan's charms, but she played hard to get. Not because she was making a type or anything, as far as I know, but because she knew plenty about Elvis' womanizer fame. "If he want me, he will sweat!" Well, Elvis did date Joan for a short period in 1957, according to reports. It was a brief romance. I don't even know if it was a public thing because, oddly enough, I didn't found any pictures of them together (at least not until now) other than during one single event they attended in 1957.

Anyway... one day, while they were dating, Elvis without a warning went to Joan Bradshaw's apartment. He found her with a new guy friend there, if you know what I mean (no, I don't mean they were doing "it", I just mean Elvis knew he was a date for her, not just a friend). EP was pissed, possibly even hurt. Joan told him the truth, "We weren't going out steady and you didn't asked me out today so..." but Elvis didn't took it in a stride, no, sir.

You must remember Elvis as Vince Everett on "Jailhouse Rock". There's a scene where he went to Peggy Van Alden's (Judy Tyler) apartment to ask her out on a dinner date to celebrate Vince's record newest selling success, "Treat Me Nice". Peggy was already set to a date with another gentleman that evening. Vince says "But I already made reservations..." and she answers, "Vince, you should've made reservations with me. I still have a life of my own, you know? (...) I will not be subject to your beck and call." Well, it turns out sometimes Elvis' characters confuse themselves with the actor's real life persona - or the other way around (maybe they created his characters inspired on Elvis himself?... IDK). EP was indeed that type of guy who wants his lady to commit to him mind, body and soul. His ladies had to drop their lives on the spot and run to him whenever he felt like (better yet if they never left his side, specially in the 70s). Some of them dropped their lives to be accompanying with Elvis Presley 24/7, specially because the times were different - not all the ladies worked outside their homes and this also explains why Elvis felt like his lady should be at his beck and call, considering he was a Southern guy, raised under pretty conservative grounds, but not all of his ladies accepted that "condition" to be his girl, such as Joan Bradshaw clearly didn't. That begins to explain why Elvis didn't see a future dating any Hollywood starlet at all (I straight link this Joan Bradshaw event with what happened between Elvis and Ann Margret in the 60's).

Well, after finding out Joan was dating other guys at the same time she went out with him, EP left her apartment and the things were definitely over between the two, but there was one last thing to do: On his way out, it's reported Elvis destroyed the landlady's garden with his car wheels. Joan had to pay for the damage the day after when she was notified about her visitor's antic.

Was EP a vengeance kinda of boy in the 50's or maybe Joan said something to him that really pissed him off real big? There's ways and ways of breaking delicate news, right? I don't want to blame her at all, saying it was her fault Elvis acted vengeful towards her, this is all on him. They really weren't going out steady, therefore both were free to do as they would. I'm just... imagining why he was SO angry if he was never like that in public (sure, he had his temper tantrums here and there, but out of public eye).

Elvis and Joan Bradshaw: October 31, 1957 - Elvis spent Halloween 1957 in Hollywood. Elvis attended a Halloween party in Hollywood hosted by clothing designer Sy Devore.

As I told previously, Joan had heard plenty about EP's womanizer ways. Like during that Halloween event: As far as I learned, Joan Bradshaw was Elvis’ official date for the evening — although he went there with his Memphis Mafia usual crew (the guys even said Elvis was hating this party and called it a night not later after they arrived there - about just 1 and half hours - just because he didn't like the ''Hollywood types" and their parties. EP preferred having his private parties at his homes and invite just the people he really liked. Fair!). Having been Joan Bradshaw Elvis' official date for this party or not, they were going out around the same time. In spite of that, is reported that Elvis spent most of the night with a Las Vegas showgirl named Jay Wyman. That pretty much explains why Joan didn't gave her heart away to Presley. There were (many) girls EP easily broke hearts (Yvonne Lime, for instance, there's a heartbreaking love story with him but that's another topic).

There you go, another EP story. I found it interesting and liked to share it with you. As a fan, I like to know everything there is to know about our favorite guy, and no, I don't look at it with judging eyes or anything. Things happen for a reason and there's explanation behind every action, so... This is just another piece on the gigantic puzzle it is Elvis Presley's life. Every single piece of this puzzle helps us, fans, to know better who he was as a human being - even tho I don't think there's a single answer. He was a complex fella, our little boy.

Sorry in advance if I may didn't cover the full chain of events concerning Elvis and Joan Bradshaw. If I missed something, I will edit this article.

— Lamar Fike's accounts on that October 31, 1957 Halloween party, as published on "Elvis Aaron Presley: Revelations from the Memphis Mafia" by Alanna Nash [Chapter 10].

Elvis and (I believe) this Las Vegas showgirl, Jay Wyman.

The second picture is the wonderful Dolores Hart (Elvis' leading lady on "Loving You" and "King Creole"). She always had this angel smile, this loving aura, this girl-next-door, little-sister vibe with her, didn't she? She was dressed as Sputnik when the other girls looked so provocative at this party, like... She is the most! Hahaha. Totally "good Cady Heron" from "Mean Girls" vibe. I really love Dolores. ♥

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis #elvis history #50s elvis #50's hollywood #50's starlets #elvis and the memphis mafia #memphis mafia #elvis books #hollywood stars #classic hollywood #old hollywood

[somewosoloverrr]

 Fuck it - pt2

Fuck it - pt1

Ziggy Berman x fem!r Goode

Tw: blood, death, violence in general , kissing, angst

You and Ziggy sprinted to where the screams were coming from, you tripped a few times as it was dark and Ziggy helped you up. Now you had a cut on your cheek and multiple bruises fucking great.

Then you saw that the people screaming were standing around the Shadyside jail for color war and if possible you started running faster as you saw all the little kids scared.

As you got there you and Ziggy pushed through the kids to see what was all the comotion about.

You both let out a gasp, Jeremys body was on the floor, mutilated barely even recognizable. It was truly a sight from horror books, the smell of dead flesh, the blood spattered everywhere, the different body parts all over the cabin and lastly his face cut in half.

Seeing all of this made you feel bad, really bad so you took Ziggys hand for comfort, trying to ignore what you had seen as you were the only counselor around you stated “Okay, everyone out go to the lunch hall! The game is over !”

You and Ziggy ran after the kids who were running to the lunch hall as you warned counselors about the news, a killer was on the loose…

Inside the lunch as more kids came in you saw your brother Nick, he ran up to you engulfing you in a hug “thank God you’re okay.” He muttered as you pulled away from the hug “yeah are you okay?” Nick nodded in response.

“Nick I don’t know what the hell’s happening” you said in an exasperated tone as he sighed and whispered “do you remember what dad told us? About the weird stuff?” He asked

“Yeah something about satanic rituals, of possession was it?” You whispered

“Yes, the thing is that-“ he stopped himself as more kids kept flooding in and he couldn’t say everything in the middle of the lunch hall. “I’ll explain later okay, let’s try and get everyone here” he finished as he left to go and count the kids coming in.

You stood confused but suddenly the lights went off and the kids started screaming once again. Ziggy appeared by your side, your hands touching as you and Nick yelled “calm down, everything’s okay”

Then Gary appeared and asks you and Nick “How many?”

“Twenty three” your brother replied

“That’s at least thirty missing!” Gary replied as you cursed “Shit!”

“And where’s Cindy, Kurt and Joan and the rest of the counselors?” you asked in a low tone to not scare the little kids.

“I don’t know I haven’t seen them, I saw Tommy but that was before color war” Gary replied as he breathed heavily.

Meanwhile Nick was trying the phone as the lights turned on, “it’s dead!” he exclaimed as Gary kept talking “maybe they’re looking for us?!”

Suddenly Ziggy came rushing towards the door as she said “We have to go, we have to warn people!”

“I’m sure they heard the bell” Nick spoke but the girl kept on walking so you put a hand on her chest to stop her.

The red head scoffed at your actions “My sister she’s still out there!” she exclaimed.

“Oh the one you hate!” Your replied but then immediately regretted it “Sorry, look me, my brother and Gary will go looking for her.”

“But, she’s MY sister” she complained as you put one of your hands on her cheek “Look, I’m sorry but I can’t let you get hurt, okay I can’t!” You stated, scared about the killer on the loose and how apparently it had to do with the Satanic rituals your dad briefly mentioned to you but of course told Nick everything about.

Ziggy looked at you at a loss of words “Just stay put and I’ll look for Cindy ok?” You finished as you moved to follow Nick and Gary.

“You know that’s a camper right? And a girl” Gary said but Nick interrupted him “You go to cabin one, y/n you to five and I’ll go to cabin nine”

As you walked outside Nick high-fived you saying “congrats on the girl”

You blushed as you answered “thanks I know you like her too but, guess I’m the better Goode”

He laughed at your reply light punching your arm “ha-ha-ha you’re so funny” your brother teased, “anyways be careful out there I’ll explain everything later” he finished as you nodded

“Okay be careful too Nick “ you said before running in the opposite direction towards cabin five, Cindy’s cabin

As you arrived there you noticed no one was there you sighed wondering where the hell the rest of the councilors were.

And suddenly it hit you, Sheila.

You ran towards the outhouse were you and Ziggy had left Sheila in, “Shit, shit, shit” you cursed.

As you reached the outhouse you heard screaming and saw Ziggy and Sheila fighting, suddenly Sheila slapped Ziggy square in the face.

In repriociation the red head punched Sheila which knocked her out cold “holy shit” Ziggy exclaimed

“Now that was hot” you spoke out before thinking, Ziggy jumped a bit back as she hadn’t seen you. “Shit you scared me Goode” she exclaimed.

You walked into the outhouse and were about to tell her off for coming out here when you specifically had told her not to but decided against it. “Shit you knocked her out good” you commented as you looked to the left were shelia was on the ground.

“Yeah I did” Ziggy cockily replied but winced a bit at the end.

Then you remembered Sheila hit her in the face so you cupped her face with your hands as you caressed where Sheila had hit her. “Shit you okay?” you worriedly asked

“Yeah, yeah thanks” she said while slightly blushing.

Suddenly you heard Gary speak up form behind you “Are you guys okay? I heard shouting. What’s going on-” he stopped talking as he saw Sheila on the floor.

“Is she okay? What the hell is going on here ” He questioned as Ziggy ignored his question and asked “where’s everyone?”

“Everyone is headed back to the mess hall” he stated and then he turned to look at you “where’s Nick?”

“I don’t know, he said he was going to cabin nine but I haven’t seen him since.” You stated but then Ziggy put her finger on your mouth shushing you.

Then you heard some muffled shouting, Gary asking “Did you guys hear that?” You and Ziggy both nodded.

Then the red head went into a bathroom stall following the screams, she then opened the lid of the toilet as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

She started talking to someone and she suddenly jolted up and grabbed a bucket. “What’s going on?” you questioned

“My sisters in the toilet” Ziggy stated as you and Gary shared a confused look “what?“ you asked at the same time.

“Just help me !” She shouted as she pulled the bucket down.

You and Gary helped her lower the bucket and then formed a pan to help Alice and Cindy up.

You and Gary were holding onto the rope that was that was attached to the bucket waiting for Ziggys signal.

As you felt some force pulling into the rope Ziggy stated “Now!” and then the three of you started pulling the rope to get Alice up.

“Come on keep pulling!” Ziggy exclaimed as each pull got slower.

Suddenly you heard the door creak and both you and Gary turned your heads to look at who it was.

And then you noticed it was Tommy, but he was full of blood and carrying an axe, a dead look on his face which showed zero emotion.

“Tommy?” You questioned

“Tommy what are you doi-“ Gary said but was literally cut off as Tommy swung his axe cutting his head off as you barely managed to duck.

You and Ziggy both screamed as she quickly helped you up. Then Tommy swung his axe again this time it grazed your shoulder as the red head thankfully managed to pull you away before further damage was done.

Tommy’s axe got stuck on the wood floor so you an Ziggy took it as an opportunity to run away, and you fled.

Both of you ran and went into the science and nature cabin to hide. You then ducked behind a desk.

As you sat on the floor Ziggy quickly unwrapped the bandage from her burn and put it around your shoulder which was mildly bleeding, you winced very time she tightened it. As she said sorry each time.

Once she finished she quickly asked “are you okay, does it feel better now?”

“y-yeah thanks Berman” you thanked while grabbing her hand and kissing it.

Then the door creaked, your heart started beating like crazy thinking it was Tommy but suddenly you heard your brothers voice “Y/n, Ziggy are you guys in here?”

You and the girl beside you quickly stood up “yes” and then you saw the blood on his shirt and you grabbed his shoulders as you asked “shit Nick, are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s not my blood” he replied while frowning until he noticed the bandage around your shoulder and a look of worry washed over his face “Are YOU okay?” He asked

“Yep just a little cut“ you replied as Nick nodded but wasn’t so convinced as he opened his mouth to say something but you quickly interrupted him “Who’s blood is it?”

“Umm Sean, Jesse, Rod, Stacy” he frantically replied as his hands trembled.

“All Shadysiders, it’s the curse” Ziggy spoke up from behind you.

“No, no it’s just some psycho-” Nick replied

“No, no it’s not some psycho it’s Tommy. My sisters perfect, virgin boyfriend Tommy” the red head stated

“She did this” the girl stated

You furrowed your eyebrows “Cindy?”

“No, the witch!” She furiously replied as you and Nick looked at each other

“Zig, she’s not real” you said

The red head scoffed in response “Exactly what a Sunnyvale’s would say, thought you were different” she stated

You frowned about what she had just said and were about to reply but the bell rang.

“They’re getting on the bus, we have to go!” Nick stated.

You grabbed Ziggys hand with your good arm as you said “Come on!”

Ziggy pulled back exclaiming “No! My sisters still out there.”

You put your arm on her shoulder “Zig, I’ve let a lot of people die-“

“It wasn’t your fault”

“-I can’t let you die okay?” You finished your voice breaking a bit.

The red head stayed silent listening to you intently as you continued “because, I do like the weird Shadysider. And maybe, once we get out of this we could start a book club or something. Stephen kings new one is supposed to be good I think”

“I’m done with King. I’m sticking to Judy Blume for now” the girl chuckled.

“Yeah, then we’ll fucking read Judy Blume then” you said as you smiled at the red head.

“You believe me right? About the curse?” the girl asked, hoping you would agree with her.

“Yeah, too many messed up shit has happened for this to not be a curse” you agreed as the girl you liked smiled.

Nick then spoke up “Sorry lovebirds but we have to go, we’ll call the cops once we’re out of here. Your sister gonna be alright.” he said the last thing to Ziggy.

However suddenly the someone banged against the door and the three of you quickly ducked behind the desk.

The three of you breathed heavily, scared for your lives as you tried to stay silent, you then heard glass shattering so the three of you looked through the glass cage the snake was in.

To your bad luck Tommy opened the door, so the three of you ducked once again, with you squashed between Ziggy and your brother.

Your heart started pacing more and more as you heard the killers steps coming closer and closer. Then Nick signaled forward so you and the red-head started following him to the next desk.

Just as you got there you hear Tommy smash something from where you just were, you let out a breath of relief that was quickly cut off as you heard hissing, and thats when you saw it, a fucking snake.

As it made it’s way over to the three of you Ziggy grabbed your upper leg tightly and that’s when you remembered, she was afraid of snakes. So you grabbed put your arm around her while gently rubbing it with your fingers to calm her down.

And then it tangled between Ziggy’s legs and if possible she tightened her grip on your leg even more. But that’s when you noticed, it was quiet, too quiet and your worries proved to be right as the red head beside you was unexpectedly pulled up by her hair as she yelled.

“Shit, Ziggy!” you shouted worried for her as you and Nick stood up to go help the girl who was being dragged over the desk as she desperately tried to make Tommy let go of her hair and then she fell to the floor and Tommy pulled his axe up ready to hit the girl and you knew what you had to do, protect her at all costs.

You were about to throw yourself on her in order to save her but Nick pushed you out of the way and as the axe swinged down it slit Nicks leg as he yelled “Ahh!”

You and Ziggy backed away from Tommy as your brother looked at you in the eye “Run!, Run y/n run!” and the red head grabbed your hand and pulled you out of there, and you couldn’t even think, your mind went blank, Nick, your brother had just sacrificed himself, he was dead...

A tear escaped from your eye but you quickly wiped it remembering that you had to mourn later but for now you had to survive.

You and Ziggy ran to the bus hand in hand, she was running too fast for your liking as your shoulder throbbed with every step you took.

Once you arrived to the camps entrance you saw the bus was already leaving and there was no way you could catch it “fucking shit.” you muttered, in response Ziggy stroked your hand lovingly to calm you.

But she suddenly stopped making you look up at her as you noticed she was staring at something you followed her eyesight and spotted Tommy, with his face all bloody almost unrecognisable, you could even say it was dehumanising.

a/n

Thanks for reading, don’t worry I’ll post the last part soon :)))

@fall-08​ @ciphertheclock​

#sadie sink x reader #sadie sink #sadie sink imagine #ziggy berman x reader #ziggy berman imagine #ziggy berman #fear street x reader #fear street 1978 #fear street #max mayfield x reader #cindy berman #nick goode #sheila #gxg #gxg imagine

[lady-of-the-spirit]

tagged by @goldheartedchaoticdisaster thank you bestie ❤❤❤

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

183,074

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The short answer is basically "whichever one I'm feeling".

the longer answer is: Arata the Legend, the MCU (specifically my own OC content and Eternals), Good Omens, The Old Guard, The Wicked + The Divine, A Discovery of Witches/All Souls Trilogy, Doctor Who, Ted Lasso (in theory, so far) and like... other stuff I can't think of right now that I haven't published but still write for, and other stuff I have written fics for but wouldnt say I "write" for the fandom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Okay

Rotten Work

Ethereal

First Word

everybody wants someone (i want to be somebody)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Or I try to - I try to respond to every comment people leave, even if it's only a heart emoji or a 'thank you'. Because I want to show them I see them and appreciate them!!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Toss up between "no home sweet and no sweet home" with Joan having to run away from an abusive household in the middle of the night to a life of just constant running and loneliness she's not emotionally prepared for after having a relatively normal life and "my heart is a stone, my body is not my own" with Yataka dealing with years of blackmail, sexual assault and noncon suddenly being exposed to everyone by one of his abusers and just refusing to talk about it at all and rejecting the (admittedly flawed) attempt at comfort shown to him (points for being a fic I wanted to end with comfort and instead became my first hurt/no comfort).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's hard to choose but I'm gonna say probably First Word (link above) because. I mean how does it get better than Human!Ten, Donna and Jenny being a little family together and Jenny's first word being Donna's name and Ten being absolutely in love with his girls-

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Oh I did like, back when I was 13. My ATLA OC fic got cyberbullied by some dude on tumblr, who copy&pasted whole chapters of my fic and then would go through the chapter and add shitty comments.

The only good thing about that situation was that he even added a whole post to express his confusion that all the comments on my fic were positive. everyone else was loving it. and then he apparently needed to ruin me and left his own comment telling me he was reviewing my fic. which of course led to a shock and some hurt feelings but uh, seeing him annoyed at everyone else liking the fic helped lmao now I can look back on it with amusement like what was going on with that guy that he felt the need to harass a 13 year old.

I also got another comment on the same fic accusing me of plagiarizing their fic and OC because both my oc and hers could bend 2 elements and had sort of similar names and when I went to read her fic it was so completely different from my own I had to LAUGH.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've attempted it a few times but I really don't know what I'm doing with it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've never written a whole crossover - I admit I did start an au fic where all different studio ghibli characters were in the story of Anastasia the movie, but it did not get super far before I stopped.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

luckily no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but if anyone ever asked I wouldn't say no!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Oh my god.... I mean as hard as it is to choose it's gotta be TenDonna. like platonically, romantically, a secret third thing, they are amazing together and I love them so much.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I try to never say I'll never finish a fic, but there's one for certain I don't think I'll ever finish, Prince Mononoke - a role swap au of Princess Mononoke. I was writing it for years and had my grandma proofread every chapter before publishing. I put it on hiatus for years, but then she died, and it didn't feel right to keep going.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel I write dialogue really well. I try my best to hit the right voice for every character and I think I do a good job at it. And honestly it's hard for me to not write dialogue like half the time I'm like can you guys shut up already and progress the plot with actions instead-

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not as poetic as I'd like to be, I guess. Like. some writers are just fucking masters with words and I feel like I'm stammering. I'm also not super confident in writing romance - like, pining, or friendly relationship with a splash of romance for fun? I've got that. Actual romantic relationships? Not so much.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If I do, I use google translate and hope for the best, but usually I don't. Ethereal has a lot of Canadian French in it because Marianne is from Quebec, but I use my sister (a French Immersion student) as my translator.

I mean I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Like, use the best translator website you can find and hope for the best.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we want to get really technical it was for The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, before I even knew fanfic was a thing. If we want to be specific to published fic, it was Avatar the Last Airbender.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

UGHHHH HOW DO I CHOOSE

honestly I have no way to choose. So I'm simply not going to lol

tagging: @dani-luminae @sighonaraa @altschmerzes @jamietarttsnorthernattitude @fallenangelontheceiling @vinatintasupernovita @strangelock221b @mousedetective @linguini17 and like, anyone who wants to do this!!!! it's fun :)

#tag game

[pluckyredhead]

I saw that you have read most of the flash comics and ive been dying to understand what is going on in flash fam because im so confused

I have! I'm not sure what you're asking about, though - are you confused by what's happening in the comics right now, or just generally who is who in the Flash Family?

If it's the latter, here is a very, very bare bones overview, in chronological-ish order:

Jay Garrick: The first Flash, debuted in 1940. He got super speed from accidentally inhaling hard water vapor. He is a member of the Justice Society of America and has been married to his wife Joan for many decades.

Barry Allen: The second Flash, debuted in 1956. A police scientist who got super speed from being doused with chemicals that had been struck by lightning. He eventually married his girlfriend Iris West and briefly moved to the 30th century with her before dying in 1985's Crisis on Infinite Earths. He came back to life in 2008.

Wally West: The first Kid Flash, debuted in 1959. He became the third (best) Flash after Barry died. He and his wife Linda have twins, Iris (Irey) and Jai, who also have superpowers, and they just had a new baby, Wade. He was sort of erased by the New 52 reboot in 2011 (more on that later) and brought back into continuity by the Rebirth soft reboot in 2016.

Bart Allen: MY LOVE. Debuted in 1994. Barry's grandson who was born in the 30th century and came back to the 20th century to become first Impulse, then Kid Flash, then the Flash when he was briefly aged up. He died, came back as a teenage Kid Flash, was totally rebooted by the New 52 (ignore this), and is now back to his original Impulse self these days. Has an evil clone named Thaddeus Thawne, Inertia.

Max Mercury: A very obscure 1940s character. He is the oldest of the speedsters, having been born in the early 1800s, but the Speed Force jumps him forward in time every so often which is why he looks like he's 65 and not 200. When Bart came back to the 20th century, Max became his guardian, and they have a very close father-son relationship.

Johnny Quick: Another 1940s speedster, less well-known than Jay but less obscure than Max. He used a mathematical formula to access his super speed. He married (and divorced) fellow superhero Liberty Belle and had a daughter, Jesse, before dying in the 90s.

Jesse Quick: Johnny's daughter. She has both her parents' powers and is married to Rick Tyler, the second Hourman.

Wallace West: So when the New 52 launched, there was no Wally West, which fans were very mad about because he's a popular character. Eventually DC reintroduced him, but instead of a white guy in his early 20s, he was a Black 12-year-old. Who they decided to portray as a juvenile delinquent for some baffling reason. So racists weren't happy that Wally was Black now, fans who wanted diversity in comics weren't happy that being Black apparently made Wally a criminal, and no one was happy that he was only 12 and thus couldn't be friends with Dick and Roy (who were in their 20s), married to his wife, etc. With Rebirth in 2016, DC decided to fix this by reintroducing the older, white Wally and establishing that the younger, Black Wallace is actually Wally's cousin and this family just has two first cousins named Wallace West for some reason. Wallace (or Ace) is the current Kid Flash and is now about 16 years old. He and Wally have an adorable relationship.

Avery Ho: Debuted in 2016. Avery is Chinese American and splits her time between Central City and being a member of the Justice League of China.

Judy Garrick: A brand-new character. Judy is the daughter of Jay and Joan who was kidnapped as a child and then her parents were made to forget her existence, but even though her story has her dating back to the 1950s, she really only debuted this year.

I hope that answers your questions! Happy to explain anything that's not clear.

#flash family

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Hi do you have the soroff on interview with Chris were he speaks about Sandra and salma

I love a morning where I can wake up and piss off Megan. No, Megan, this still exists! Try to wipe it out wherever you can, but it will never wholly disappear. So let's all revel in the absolute unfiltered, no-holds barred bro-ness that is 24 y.o. Chris. (And let's see if anyone else thinks he's talking like a totally single dude in this, when he was supposedly still with Jess Biel at this time. I think those two took a lot of breaks.)

IMPROPER BOSTONIAN, August 3-16, 2005 Issue

CHRIS  EVANS

 BY  JONATHAN  SOROFF 

PHOTOGRAPH  BY  BILL  STREICHER

 Newly minted  movie  star  Chris  Evans,  24,  was  born  in  Boston,  lived  in Framingham,  and  moved  to  Sudbury  when  he  was  12.  After graduating from  Lincoln-Sudbury  High  School,  he  signed  with  an  agent  in  New  York  and  almost  immediately  went  to  Los  Angeles,  where he  was  cast  in  the  Fox  sitcom  Opposite  Sex,  a  summer  replacement  series  about  three  guys  admitted  to  a  formerly  all-girls school.  He also appeared  on  David  E.  Kelley’s Boston  Public,  as  a  disturbed  student who  holds  a  class  hostage  at  gunpoint, and  on  CBS’  The  Fugitive,  as  the  rebellious  son  of  a  local  sheriff.  On film, he  appeared  in  Not  Another  Teen  Movie  and  The Perfect  Score,  and  starred  opposite  Kim Basinger and William  H.  Macy in  Cellular, playing  a  man  who  answers  his  cell  phone to  hear  a  woman  desperately  pleading  with him  to  save  her  from  kidnappers.  Recently, he wrapped  production  on  two films:  Fierce  People,  opposite  Diane  Lane and  Donald  Sutherland,  and  The  Orphan King.  His biggest film to date, Fantastic Four,  is  based  on  the  comic  of  the  same name  and  was  released  last  month.  Evans lives in  Los  Angeles.

 Jonathan  Soroff:  You  started  acting  at  17. What happened  to  spending  your  adolescence lost  and  confused  and  aimless?

 Chris  Evans:  It  was  still  lost  and  confused and  aimless,  it  was  just  in  L.A.  It  really  has been  the  school  of  life.  It  was  great.

JS:  You’re  still  too  young  to  say  that.  All  my friends  agreed  that  you  had  the  hottest  body  in People  magazine’s  “Best  Beach  Bodies," which  we  were  looking  at  this  morning. . .

CE:  Really?  I’ m  a  Serena  Williams  man myself.  Jesus  Christ,  my  God!  She’s just unbelievable.

 JS:  My  friend  Joan  wants  to  know  if  you’ll date  her.

 CE:  Is  she  cute?

 JS:  Yeah.

 CE:  How  old  is  she?

 JS:  Fortysomething.

 CE:  All  right!  She  can  teach  me  some things.

 JS:  So  how  do  you  get  the  washboard  abs?

 CE:  [Laughs.]  They  shade  it  in.

JS:  So  it’s  retouched?

CE:  I’  m  sure  it  is.  I’m  giving  away  all  the secrets.

 JS:  One  role  you  auditioned  for  but  didn’t  get and  really,  really  wanted?

 CE:  Ooooooooh.  I  think  it’s  a  movie  called Jarhead  that’s  coming  out  with  Jake  Gyllenhall  that  Sam  Mendes  directed.  I  really wanted  that  part — not  the  one  Jake  has but  the  one  I  tried  out  for,  and  I  will  just harbor  it  for  ever  and  ever...

 JS:  Jake  Gyllenhall  is  also  one  of  People’s “Best  Beach  Bodies,”  so  Sam  Mendes could’ve  had  two  hotties  in  the  same  movie. OK,  name  three  famous  people from Sudbury.

 CE:  Hmmm.  Famous  people  from  the ’Bury... All  I  know  is  Paula  Poundstone. Who  else  is  there?  Believe  me,  there’s  a picture  of  her  up  at  L.S.  [Lincoln-Sudbury High  School],  so  I’d  know  if  there  were  any others.

 JS:  Best  thing  about  Sudbury  ?

 CE:  Oh,  man.  What’s  not  to  love  about Sudbury?  It’s  relatively  cliche,  it’s  your stereotypical,  standard  bedroom  community,  right  out  of  the  movies,  but  that’s what  makes  it  so  amazing.

 JS:  In  Fantastic  Four,  you  play  the  Torch. Does  that  mean  you’re  a  flamer?

 CE:  That  was  a  good  one!  That’s  the  first time  I’ve  heard  that!  That  was  real  smart. You  should  write  that  in  the  interview!

JS: I intend  to!  Which  parts  of  your  suit  did they  have  to  pad  out?

 CE:  Meaning  for  muscles?

 JS: I don’t  know.  You  tell  me,  Chris.

 CE:  They  padded  everything.  We  all  wore muscle  suits.  All  of  us,  except  for  [Jessica] Alba,  ’cause,  y’know...

 JS:  Her  shit  is  tight!  Another  “Best  Beach Bodies”  winner.  I’ll  bet  she  could  kick  your ass.

 CE:  Without  a  doubt.  But  anyway,  with  all the  padding,  the  codpiece  was  the  thing that  stood  out.

 JS:  Did  you  enjoy  wearing  tights?

 CE:  Y’know,  I  think  I’ve  worn  tights  my whole  life  doing  plays.  I  just  got  paid  a  lot more  to  do  it  this  time  around.

 JS:  How  long  did  it  take  to  get  into  costume every  day?

 CE:  It  was  a  bitch,  but  I’ve  heard  of  worse. Maybe  an  hour.  The  muscle  suit  is  a  solo job.  You  do  that  on  your  own,  with  a  big bottle  of  baby  powder  and  some  frustration.  Then  once  that’s  on,  two  or  three wardrobe  people  come  in  and  squeeze  this blue  aqua  suit  on  you  that’s  just  impossible to  get  on.

JS:  Sounds  miserable .  So  by  the  end  of  every day,  had  you  lost  like  10  pounds?

 CE:  We  definitely  did,  but  we  were  working  with  a  trainer,  so  even  if  we  trimmed down  and  weren’t  eating  enough  on  set, we’d  wrap  and  go  right  to  the  gym.

 JS:  Sounds  like  Hell.  On  a  different  subject, namely  Cellular,  what  advice  do  you  have for  someone  who  gets  a  call  on  their  cell  phone from  a  damsel  in  distress?

 CE:  Well,  hopefully  there  are  cameras rolling,  because  otherwise  it  won’t  be  a good  movie.  Other  than  that,  I  don’t  know.

 JS:  If  you  had  to  save  anyone  in  that situation,  who  would  it  be  and  why?

 CE:  Oh,  I  wish  it  would  be  Sandra  Bullock. I  wish  there  was  some  way  I  could  save  her from  something.  Isn’t  that  crazy?  I  remember  being  in  seventh  grade  and  seeing  her in  Speed,  and  just  being  like,  “That’s  it. She’s  the  one.”  She’s  a  f—  ing  goddess.  You should  have  seen  the  poster  of  her  I  had  on my  bedroom  ceiling  growing  up — this  massive,  massive  poster  of  her  in,  like,  a  bra.

 JS:  It  was  on  the  ceiling?  That  sort  of  begs  a certain  question. .

CE:  [Laughs.]  C’mon.  My  mother’s  gonna read  this  interview.

JS:  So  what  was  your  favorite  comic  book  as a  kid?

CE:  Aren’t  comic  books  for  geeks?  Just  kidding!  I  have  to  go  to  conventions,  and they’ll  string  me  up.  The  truth  is,  after  getting  the  part  and  going  out  and  buying every  comic  book  I  could  get  my  hands  on, I  came  to  appreciate  them.  The  stories  and dialogue  are  complex.  You’ve  got  eight-syllable  words, supposedly  for  little  kids.  The art  is  amazing.  So  I  think  they  actually  are educational.  If  my  kids  want  to  read  them, I’ll  say,  “Go  ahead.”

 JS:  If  you  could  have  one  superpower,  what would  it  be  and  why?

 CE:  To  fly.  Hands  down.  No  question.

 JS:  One  superpower  or  extraordinary  ability that  you  actually  do  have?

 CE:  [Laughs.]  See,  again,  this  is  something my  mother  will  read,  so  I  can’t  really  answer  that.

 JS:  I  think  you  just  did.  So  who  was  your superhero  crush  growing  up?

 CE:  Man,  that’s  a  good  question.  What other  superhero  girls  are  there?

 JS:  Wonder  Woman  was  a  big  one.. .

CE:  Nah.  That’s  a  cliche.  C’mon,  I gotta think.  There  must  be  someone  good  out there.

 JS:  I  personally  had  the  hots  for  Aquaman.

 CE:  [Laughs.]  Does  Jessica  Rabbit  count? If  so,  that’s  it.  She  goes  above  Sandra  Bullock,  just  so  Sandy  knows.  In  case  she reads  this,  just  to  take  that  feather  outta her  cap.

 JS:  Best  actor  you  ever  worked  with?

 CE:  Bill  [William  H.]  Macy.  Not  even a question.  The  guy’s  just. .  .he’s  unstoppable,

 JS:  Actor  you’d  most  like  to  do  a  love  scene with ?

 CE:  I’ll  say  Salma  Hayek.  Sandy’s  more  the one  you  settle  down  with,  set  up  shop  with, take  home  to  your  mother.  But  Salma’s  the one  you  yell,  “Action!”  and  just  go  to town.

 JS:  I  read  in  the  Weekly  World  News  that there’s  a  tribe  in  Africa  that  worships  Salma Hayek’s  breasts.

 CE:  [Laughs.]  I  believe  that.

 JS:  Your  show  Opposite  Sex.  Was  that basically  a  bad  remake  of  Bosom  Buddies?

CE:  Whatever  it  was,  it  was  a  bad  original of  something.  The  bottom  line  is  it  was bad.  We’ll  leave  it  at  that.

JS:  Speaking  of  which:  Not  Another  Teen Movie .  Is  that  going  to  come  back  someday to  haunt  you?

 CE:  Oh,  man,  I  don’t  think  I  did  anything too  terrible.  Did  you  hear  that  great  line from  Entourage :  “Before  Tom  Cruise  did Fourth  of  July,  he  did  Top  Gun.  Before  Tom Hanks  was  Forrest  Gump,  he  fucked  a  fish.” So  in  my  case,  I  had  a  banana  in  my  ass. What  are  you  gonna  do?

 JS:  I  never  saw  that  movie. 

CE:  Neither  has  my  Grandma,  and  I’m hoping  to  keep  it  that  way.

 JS:  Diane  Lane .  Most  beautiful  woman you’ve  ever  seen?

CE:  She  is  f—ing  gorgeous.

 JS:  Who  would  win  in  a  Jell-O  wrestling contest:  Diane  Lane  or  Kim  Basinger ?

 CE:  Ooooh,  Diane.  She’s  got  it.

 JS:  You've  got  a  thing  for  older  women,  don’t you?

 CE:  Well,  y’know,  I’m  a  student.  I  wanna learn.

 JS:  Last  question.  When  you  make  the  cover of  Vanity  Fair,  what  do  you  think  you’ll  be  I wearing?

 CE:  I  think  I’m  gonna  go  for  the  body paint  thing,  like  Demi  Moore.

#ask #interview #2005 #Soroff interview #chris evans

[remipaguetis]

I wrote something for my soapghost cowboy au, it’s not much but hope you enjoy it.

The codename is Soap ‘cause every man that enters the brothel will leave clean with no money with him.

She was putting her makeup on, when she appeared in the town riding her horse. When she finished her makeup, she went to the balcony to greet the sheriff Price like every morning in his way to his workplace. After she finished dressing, the corset enhances her chest enough to catch anyone’s attention, with this done, Joan goes down to the bar to see if a lucky man wants to share the morning with a precious girl like her.

It passed two to three hours before they interacted with each other.

Simona entered the bar with the head down trying to avoid everyone’s eyes, doing that made Soap doesn’t even notice her. She went straight to the bar.

“What do I give you, sir?”Alejandro, the barman, asked to the mysterious woman there.

“Bourbon” she said cold without care about being confused as a man. 

“Sorry Ma’am I will give your bourbon immediately” he said a bit shamed for his mistake.

She stayed quiet after that, a woman of not much words. Joan approached the bar with no success with any man that was in the cabaret maybe because of the hour or because almost everyone there know her and know how she tricks you into give her all your money. Hopefully later new men will be here with the train.

“Ale can you give me a glass of water, please?” Soap said looking kinda frustrated because no one was giving her attention.

“Bad morning?” He said serving her glass.

“Kinda, the room is full with usuals and I don’t think they wanna spend more money than they want” she said taking her glass and start drinking when she noticed Simona in the bar with all her dark clothes and the bandana covering half of her face and the hat covering the other half, at first sight you may confuse her as male. While soap was amazed by the mysterious woman, he appeared, a man that only come to the brothel once per month to aterrorize some of the females and then leave, none of the ladies can say something because he is friend of the owner and he let him do what he wants with the ladies. Soap immidiatly changed places to try not being notice by him but she catch the attention of the woman in the bar making both of them having some eye contact.

“ALEJANDRO GIVE ME ONE OF THE BEST ROOMS AND A BEER” he said screaming all the way to the bar.

“You better treat nice the ladies or-”

“or what remember who I am your threats has no meaning to me” he said with a smirk in his face 

“Right, here take the key I will serve you the beer in a moment” Alejandro was clearly mad at him while preparing his beer.

when he ended his beer he went upstairs to one of the rooms and like nothing happened everything continued the same way it was.

“Sir, may you be interested in pass a fun time with a pretty girl?” Soap asked to Simona dumbly trying to avoid being picked later for that man that just came in, last time he threatened her with a knife in her neck.

Simona watched her up and down before giving her an answer. “Sure, it would be fun” she said taking a small sip to her glass.

“I- Sorry I dinnae meant to confuse you with a man I sorry” she felt kinda awkward with the mistake she just made.

“I don't mind honey, can we take this conversation upstairs?” She said to then finish her glass and leave it with some money. 

“Uh I uhhh” soap gets nervous she doesn’t know what to answer.

“You offered me your company don’t you?” She said shortening the distance between them.

“Yes I did, but I-”

“Then can we keep our talk in other place?” She said putting her hand on her tiny waist.

“Of course, follow me” well being with a woman would be less risky that being with said man.

They went to Soap’s room upstairs, when she opened the door Ghost entered and while sitting in the bed she took her hat and made a sign to make soap sit next to her. She sits next to her looking at her brown eyes making herself loosing in them.

“I didn’t know you were a lady like me I thought you were a man like look how covered you are”

“Darling I’m not a lady, I’m a woman” she chuckled a bit “now tell me about this place”

#call of duty modern warfare #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #cod mw ghost #cod mw soap

[lisacomeuseucu]

Curses Pt3

• Fear Street . 1978 - "I swear, if I could I would change their story, I would try to make them live" That's what she said to herself

Again I apologize if my English is bad, as it is not my first language I have a little difficulty. I'm happy for @amazingori and other people liked the story. :)

It's been a week since I arrived at Camp Nightwing. I'm currently helping with the food that will be served soon but my schedule will soon end and I'll have to steal Tommy from Cindy so we can clean the cafeteria together. I finish using the knife and place it in the kitchen sink. — " Can someone tell me what day it is?! " I ask anyone in the kitchen, I hear someone leafing through the calendar papers and then respond. — " Today is day nineteen! It's color war day! " My smile falls from my face and I let the fruit bridge fall to the floor, which makes me startle myself. I crouch down and start picking the fruits and putting them back on the bridge, my hands are shaking, the day I feared most has finally arrived. The day of the massacre at the camp. After finishing placing all the fruit, I leave the kitchen, making the excuse that I had already given my schedule, which in this case, is not a lie, outside I start trying to catch my breath so I can calm down. I have to do something, I need to change this story, stop some people from having tragic endings, like Jeremy, Alice, Joan and others, they didn't deserve to go through all this, Tommy doesn't deserve to go through this . After returning to reality I start walking towards the bathroom so I can find them, but halfway there I see Ziggy walking and trying to wipe the blood from his nose. — " Oh, holy shit. " I let it out in a good tone from my lips, Ziggy looks at me and makes the silence sign with his finger, I give a slight roll of my eyes and walk back towards the bathrooms, close enough to me putting it in front of the doors that are open and I come face to face with Tommy and Cindy kissing.

— " Wow! I think I came at a bad time. " I caught them by surprise as I was too. When I saw that scene of the two kissing I genuinely felt a pang of jealousy, something I'm embarrassed to admit. — " Y/n! You took us by surprise! " Cindy answers me, letting out some nervous laughs, there's no need to worry, dear Cindy, I know they were cleaning before I arrived. — " Sorry, it was my mistake, but shouldn't you be in the company of Alice and Arnie? " I ask Cindy as I start to walk around and open the doors of the cabins realizing that none of them were there doing their work. — " Where did these two go? " Cindy asks herself irritably. — " I'll go after them both while you and Tommy can do your job. " Cindy turns her head back looking at me. — " Okay, in fact I think today is not your lucky day. " I whispered so she wouldn't hear. The tanned girl starts heading towards one of the cabins in search of Alice and her boyfriend, leaving Tommy and me alone, the blonde turns to me and looks me up and down, which makes me feel confused. — " I like the outfit, the skirt suits you. " Tommy says, my eyes slightly widen in surprise, I close and open my mouth several times before saying. — " Ah, thank you! " My blush is clearly visible. We're both already in the cafeteria. I'm cleaning the floor while Tommy is cleaning the tables. We both start to get into random things to talk about, like things about each other, what it was like meeting some of the counselors, some complaints, but nothing else. — "What were you trying to say when you said that today is not a good day for Cindy?" Tommy asks me, his question takes me by surprise which makes me nervous, it makes me scrub the floor faster and faster, I look at your direction before responding. — " Well, soon she'll tell you what must have happened but I saw Ziggy hurt, her nose was bleeding. " I left out part of the story. I know what happened to her, what she did, but I wasn't really there, so I can't say that. I feel my hands separating one from the other, an action that almost made me fall face down on the floor. I look at my hands and see the sponge split in half, knowing what that means makes me shiver from head to toe. — "What the fuck..." I hear Tommy laughing, I turn my face towards him. — " Not even sponges escape Y/n's swearing. " Tommy comments, which makes me let out a weak laugh. — " I'm going to get a new sponge. " I say as I get up but before I go towards the equipment room I turn around and say to him. — " Tommy, please don't disappear. " I tell him worriedly and with my breath a little unregulated, upon hearing and seeing my expression he gets confused but responds with an "Okay".

Something enters the room and I start looking for the sponge, I look everywhere on the shelf until I go down and find a sponge, while removing the plastic wrapped around the object in the corner of my eye I notice a figure passing by. I look around and don't find anyone, but now knowing who it is, my anxiety starts to attack. — "Tommy!" things are in the same places but Tommy isn't here, he's NOT here! You idiot, why didn't you stay here like I asked?! My breathing starts to accelerate more than before, I'm holding the sponge tightly. — "Tommy!!" I call his name more rigidly, my voice comes out shaky because I'm so nervous. — " Y/n? " I hear his voice behind me and quickly turn around seeing that he is alive and intact, I automatically calm down and a smile of relief appears on my face, Tommy was going to say something but was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps , when looking in the direction of their origin we see Nurse Lane, my smile quickly disappears from my face but the curious thing is that she is not looking at Tommy, no, she is looking at me. — "Nurse?" I call her confused, I see her face become sadder than it already is. — " I'm sorry, I can't save you.. " she begins, my blood runs cold, I'm frozen in the place where I am. What is wrong? — " It can't be... " I let it escape my lips in a whisper. The older one starts walking closer to me and I respond by walking backwards to keep my distance. — " I saw your name on the wall. One way or another, you're going to die tonight. " After she finished we could see the knife she was holding in her hand but she was quick enough to advance towards me. I'm stuck on the table while the nurse tries to stick a knife in my throat! I hold on as much as I can to prevent the knife from going through me, my back hurts from the grip of the table and the grip of the woman on top of me, I quickly use one of my legs to punch her in the stomach which causes her to drop her knife and allow me to push her! Before I could move away, the nurse came back on top of me and started to choke me. God, you can reserve a place for me today and I will certainly not return to Earth. When I started to feel like I was close to losing consciousness I felt the woman being brutally taken from me. The first thing I did was move away to the wall of the cafeteria and put my hand on the painful area. I have never been so happy to be breathing again. I look up and see Tommy close to the nurse's body, he took her away from me, Tommy if I could I would hug you right now. The blonde comes close to me and asks. — "Are you okay?! "He puts his hand on my cheek making me look in his direction, I don't answer him, the first action I do is put my hand behind my head and then I see that my fingers are covered in blood , God, this isn't right at all.

The police were called, I see the nurse, unconscious, lying on the stretcher being placed inside the ambulance. I can't stop asking myself, why me? It was supposed to be Tommy! I changed the story too much.. — "Did you have a problem with her? Did she have something against you?" The police officer in front of me takes me out of my thoughts, I look at him and shake my head in denial before speaking. — " No! She treated me very well, it even seemed like I was like a daughter to her! " I respond, still unable to swallow everything that happened. — "That doesn't make any sense, why would she do something like that?" Tommy asks the police officer. — " She must have been crazy, like her daughter. " I roll my eyes when I hear such a response, these incompetent police officers, always using the same excuse of it being an outbreak. — " Nurse Lane never seemed to be crazy and never was. " I say to the officer with a slight irritation in my tone of voice. — " That's what she said about her daughter. But sane people don't cut up their friends. Tell me again what happened. " The police officer orders, I again start to explain the entire scenario that occurred, I look to the side and see that Sheila I already went to tell Ziggy what happened in cabin five, I shake my hands in anger, then Ziggy runs to see what happened in her cabin while being called a witch. The police officer who was interrogating me finished everything that was supposed to be done and left, Tommy looks at me and says. — "I'm going to see Cindy, I'll be right back, ok?" He says as he leaves, I just respond with a nod. Nick had originally chosen the name Tommy, which was supposed to happen, but something changed for me, he chose me as the victim for his murders! It makes no sense! I can't say that I didn't do something against him as an example because Tommy hadn't done it either, Nick, you mysterious bastard. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bell for us to go to the cafeteria.

Already sitting at the table I can hear the students talking about what happened, some act like idiots blaming the Shadysides, others wonder if they are going to cancel the activities, the rest are the least of it. — " She said that one way or another, Y/n would die today. " I return my mind to the topic at the table which is Tommy clarifying what happened, — " Sinistrooo!! Uaaaggh!! " Gary mocks the situation. — " The boys are right, this is, like, a total witch thing. " Joan says, taking the situation a little more seriously but still using the idiotic thoughts of the rest of the camp. — " It's just that, there has to be some explanation. The witch isn't real. " Cindy speaks calmly but seriously, being one of the few to take this whole situation seriously. — "Like which one?" Tommy asks. — " You'll see... you'll see, she was wearing something. " Cindy suggests looking at her friend putting marijuana in a joint. — " Shiiii! Drugs are peaceful, not violent! " Joan tries to correct. — " I'm not talking about marijuana. " Cindy replies somewhat irritated. — " Why don't you admit that you're jealous because witchcraft wanted your best friend JUST for her. " Gary scoffs as he tries to hug Tommy but the blonde pushes him away, Cindy rolls her eyes. — " Why would Nurse Lane do something like that? Why? Why would she want to kill me? " I ask them after a long time without saying anything. — " Huh? Not her. " Gary says. — " But maybe the witch wants to! " Joan joins in on Gary's joke, making me roll my eyes in anger. — " They're just joking. It was nothing, I swear to you. " Cindy tries to comfort me seeing how stressed about the situation I already am. — " You saw her eyes, I don't know, there was something in them, something wrong! " Tommy says while looking at me, I had really seen her eyes, now I understand you perfectly Tommy. I am taken out of my thoughts by the sound of clapping coming from behind me, when I look I see that it is Kurt trying to get people's attention to start an irritating speech that only increases the rivalry between the cities. I put my head on the table covering my ears to try to muffle the sound of his voice. I feel a hand stroking my head but I don't try to look at who it is. — " Deflagrate, damn it. " Gary says. — "It's dumb, but it's kind of charming." Joan responds while licking the paper of her joint, when I heard this girl saying that for the first time I felt like ripping my ears out. — " Complimenting? You praising? " Gary asks indignantly, soon Joan leaves the table to also present, she begins by thanking him for the speech with many quotation marks "nice", I see that Cindy also left the table to go after her sister, Tommy He also notices his girlfriend's escape but does nothing.

After everyone left the cafeteria I went to spend some time alone, after the attack I was released from my duties for two days, for someone who hit their head to the point of bleeding I believe that's not enough. I observe the insects and animals trapped in aquariums. I carefully observe this place, so simple but it will make great history, at least it did for the fans. I feel a headache hit me hard, making me put my hand on the area and let out a groan of pain. I start to hear a strange noise, as if I were in a forest with strong winds and I hear someone calling my name, no! I can't let myself give in to this! I don't want to hurt anyone, I shake my head trying to get myself out of this trance. I leave the room before I could do anything against everyone, when I leave the cabin I notice the condition of my clothes, my blouse is a little dirty and wrinkled, my long skirt is wet in some parts and with a little dirt on it, Luckily my coat didn't get dirty in all this, I start patting my skirt so the dirt can come off it and I start walking around the camp again. I hear the music being played on the speakers, I see several children painting their faces and doing different hairstyles for this war, Kurt is explaining to the citizens of Sunnyvale how to protect the flag that belongs to them, in the background I see Tommy with ours in his hands and explaining to the children, I give a soft smile as I witness the scene but again the pain hits me harder, I grimace with the pain but I return to normal. I continue walking but this time the pain insists on continuing, I look towards the lake and again the noises start, the voices get louder and louder, I shake my head strongly to get out of the trance again, I look back and I see that Cindy is talking. With Tommy, this is strange, Cindy had gone looking for answers before because of Tommy but I didn't imagine that she was still looking for any answers with me being the victim. I've been walking in circles for a few minutes or hours to see if this pain goes away but the opposite is happening, this is the most unbearable pain I've ever felt, I'm genuinely thinking about going into the infirmary and stealing some headache medicine.

I'm a few meters away from the infirmary, hiding against the wall of one of the cabins. Cindy and Tommy have just entered the infirmary, and in a few minutes Alice will appear. I can see a little through the windows what the two are doing. I start to hear footsteps and look in the opposite direction where I find the owners and also the owners of the laughs, Alice and Arnie, it's a little longer before they reach the nurse, again having the same headache but much stronger than the previous ones, I let out a grunt of pain but quickly compose myself seeing that Alice and Arnie noticed that the door is open and entered, Now it's time for me to go, I start to walk slowly towards the infirmary while I'm trying to warm my arms as a way to calm myself. to calm down. Already on the stairs to the nursing entrance I can hear their conversation from here, my hands are already on the doorknob and before I open the door I hear Cindy answering stuttering. — " No! I'm trying to find an answer! AS/n is very stressed about this! " She says in a desperate way so she can leave as quickly as possible, when I enter I answer her. — " I'm not, I'm perfectly fine. " This makes the rooms startle at my sudden appearance. — " Y/n! What are you doing here?! " Cindy questions me in surprise and follows me by looking at me, seeing me enter Lane's office, I start going through some drawers and find some bottles and finally find what I was looking for. — " Looking for medicine for a headache. " I answered her with a gentle smile while already taking a pill. — " Are you okay? " The tanned woman asks me worriedly and I shake my head in response. Arnie quickly grabbed the notebook that was in Tommy's hand, Tommy tried to get it back but Alice managed to catch it. — " She emerged near the meeting house. One hand amputated, lost forever. We hanged the witch, the body chained and buried. But without the hand, she still controls all these lands. Uuuh! " Alice recites the text and in the end laughs. — " This shit is about Sarah Fier. " Alice says mockingly. — " Alice! Please. " Cindy scolds her trying to get the book back but the blonde avoids it. — "When she walks near, blood is spilled. The curse will last until finally her body and hand unite." Alice adds. — " Alice.. This is Mary's diary, let's return it! " Cindy again tries to scold the girl. — " It's not just a diary, it's a map. "

— "It's what?" Cindy asks in surprise. — " The crazy nurse made a crazy map. " Alice responds, walking towards one of the beds and placing the book on top and starting to analyze it. — "It's the camp, but it looks like she wrote it over it." Alice lets out a soft laugh and puts her finger on one of the marked spots. — " Union 1666. " Alice reads. — " Union? It's Shadyside. " Cindy says making Alice look at her. — "What?" Alice questions. — " I mean, the colony before it was divided into Shadyside and Sunnyvale. " Cindy explains to the two. — " Really? " Cindy looks at Alice, indignant at the question. — "If you would only go to class." The tanned woman argues. — " So the camp was built in the same place as the colony. " Tommy connects the dots, Cindy looks at him and then goes back to looking at the map. — " Oops! Look! Look! Sarah Fier! " Arnie points out on the map a part that was written in the name, Alice and Cindy look at the indicated location. — "Look, are you thinking it's her house?" Alice asks, ironically. — "What are these X?" I ask them, looking in my direction, then Alice responds. — " There's only one way to find out. " With a mischievous smile she takes Cindy's notebook and bag and runs off with her boyfriend. — "Hey! Wait a minute! It's my bag!" . — "Are you okay?" His voice shows concern, I look at him and force a gentle smile. — " Yes, the headache is better than before but it's still here. " I answer, Tommy makes me go through the door first than him, the blonde starts to wear his red plaid blouse but before I start to go down I hear the sounds of the voices calling me, eyes to the fire and it seems more striking than normal. — " Y/n! " Cindy breaks me out of the trance by calling my name. — "Come on! They took everything!" I quicken my steps trying to follow them on their journey.

We've been walking through this forest looking for this hiding place for a few hours now, there are already two mosquitoes circling me, it's only getting worse with each passing minute, I need to be quick. Being distracted by the mosquitoes I didn't notice that a branch grabbed my skirt and I continued walking, which resulted in me almost falling and my skirt now leaving one leg exposed. I feel strong arms catch me before I could fall, I look up and see it's Tommy. — "Were you hurt?" He asks worriedly, I shake my head saying yes. — " Yes, I think I need more medicine for this pain. " I take the bottle that's in the pocket of my cold-weather shirt and take a pill. On second thought, I think it's best if I give a warning, in a discreet way. — " Tommy. " I call out to the boy, making his attention return to me. — " Yes? " He asks. — " If something happens from now on that requires sacrificing someone, would you kill them? " I question him, Tommy looks at me in shock at the question, the boy thinks before saying something. — " I don't know, why are you asking me that? Do you think something is going to happen? " He answers me with a new question, which makes me think of some way to answer him without seeming suspicious. — "We're going to Sarah Fier's possible hiding place, anything could happen, especially with those two of us leading." I respond, Tommy lets out a weak laugh before saying. — " It's true, but don't worry, nothing will probably happen. If it does, I promise I will protect you all. " He tries to bring me confidence and comfort but that only makes me more doubtful. — " Even if it's me? " Taken by surprise with this question, Tommy looks at me and stops, looking into my eyes he questions me. — "What are you trying to insinuate?" He asks me scared, I look around before answering. — " I just.. I don't know... Tommy, but if something happens and I have to, I want you to kill me. " I say it seriously, I try to hide how scared I am about the situation. — " Y/n, it's going to be okay, I promise you. " Tommy insists on getting that thought out of his head, it's better to agree, if I insist it will look more suspicious. — "Okay, you're right." I say with a fake smile.

Returning to the focus of the walk, I hear Cindy calling Alice's name looking for her. — "Alice! It's disgusting in here!" The girl says as she walks. — " We're almost there! Hang in there, Berman! " Alice responds, trying to get Cindy to relax. with the branch and looks at the hole in his clothes, swearing. — "Oh shit! Now it's ruined for good!" The girl regrets her blouse. — " Another swear word. " Tommy comments. — " Do you want me to kill you? " Cindy says threateningly in response to her boyfriend's sarcastic comment, I roll my eyes and close them tightly because of the sudden headache I feel. — " Y/n, are you okay? " Cindy asks me worriedly, I quickly open my eyes trying to hide it. — " It's okay, I'm fine. " I respond directly, I pass by the girl trying to continue going after Alice and Arnie but we are surprised by Alice's scream which leaves us worried, Cindy enters in front of everyone running after the girl screaming your name. — " Alice! " The girl runs desperately looking for the blonde, I quicken my steps trying to keep up, when we find her the blonde was coming out of a newly dug grave. — "Watch your step." Alice warns us as she cleans the dirt from her clothes and body. — "Did someone dig a grave?" Tommy questions, getting closer and analyzing the hole. — " Tombs. " Alice corrects, pointing the flashlight at several tombs scattered around the place. — " Mary... oh! Where is... " Tommy remembers and picks up the book that is lying on the floor. — "The x's, look! Look! Look! Here! She was marking where she dug." Tommy points out an assumption showing the arguments on the map, Alice comes closer and looks where it is being pointed out, she takes the notebook and turns the sheet over. — "But without her hand she can still control all these lands." Alice remembers what she had read earlier. — "The curse will last until finally the body and hand unite." Alice finishes and looks at Tommy. — "Maybe Mary was after the hand." The blonde suggests and turns the page to one with the image of the witch cutting off her hand. — " To break the curse. " Tommy adds. — " The curse that made her daughter go crazy. " Alice adds even more and then Cindy interrupts. — "Guys, come on! This is ridiculous!" She argues, laughing. — "Yeah. I'm going to take a piss." Arnie agrees and leaves the place. Tommy walks away from Alice, thoughtful about the conversation. — " Lend me that. " Alice asks but before Tommy can hand it over, Cindy enters the middle, taking the book, standing in front of her ex-friend. — " You can stay. But first, return the drugs. " Cindy puts a condition on the situation.

— "If Mary took it and went crazy, these drugs are very dangerous!" Cindy defends herself, making Alice laugh mockingly. — " Good God! What happened to you? Remember when we had fun? Before you became a snitch. " Alice starts to get closer and her tone changes to a little threatening. —" Forget that story. ", Cindy orders. — " It's easy for you to say, you lying traitor. " Before Alice could say anything else, Arnie appears saying he found something. — " I found the witch's house. " He says with a smile on his face as if he had just found a treasure. We went towards the place and found a chapel and stairs that led to somewhere underground, Arnie plays with almost making Alice fall which causes him to get pushed in response. — " Hey Sarah! Do you have candy down there? " Alice asks mockingly. — " We're high and hungry. " Alice says. — " Sarah Fier!! " The blonde screams making my ears hurt. — " Enough! We've seen enough. " Cindy tries to end the walk here but is not heard. — " So go home, Berman, look, I didn't come all this way for nothing, okay? " Alice responds, feigning false sympathy and then gives Cindy the middle finger, the girl starts to go down the stairs. — "Are you crazy?! " Cindy asks, indignant at the blonde's attitude. — " Alice! " Cindy calls her for the second time and tries to call her again but is ignored. When she enters the place she finds several candles, plants, hanging objects, and finds a candle that was recently lit. — " It looks like someone was down here! " She tells us, Cindy is the first to go down and the rest of us followed. — " And it's been a short time. " Alice adds after touching the candle, we begin to analyze the place, seeing things stuck and disorganized. When I enter the cave, I started analyzing all the places in this cave, hanging things, herbs and other things that I don't know about, Alice finds a small entrance. — " Hey Sarah Fier! If you're here, say something! " Alice shouts trying to get the attention of a person who is already dead, she looks back before entering and says. — "Maybe she's shy" she says jokingly, Alice sneaks in, Cindy catches her attention and goes after her. — " Alice! Damn! " Cindy runs towards the blonde making the rest of the group go along leaving me alone. When I look to the side I find the ax with other tools next to it, I better sit far away, it seems that the amount of mosquitoes has increased. It's close. I sit a few meters away from the tools, this cave doesn't give me many options. I touch the wound on my head, it has stopped bleeding but it still hurts, the headache is back and now it is stronger than ever and none of these medicines will help! Crap! Please Tommy, Cindy,

— " Come on Alice! I hope Joan fucking still has herbs if we pay. " Arnie calls Alice, shit! Arnie you idiot! I don't know if this urge to punch you is my anger or if I'm already starting to get possessed. Arnie leaves on the other side of the cave while Alice stays. — " We're leaving, let's go, man. " Arnie says to me, getting closer, I don't respond with my eyes closed so as not to lose concentration, I hear Arnie getting closer to me. — " Hey! Are you okay, man? " Arnie tries to get my attention again. — " Hi? " Another attempt but I don't respond, I failed, it's too late. Arnie claps his hands in front of my face. — " Hi? " He tries a second time. I continue my focus on the conversation in the cave next door. — " I have to show you something. " Alice says. — " This place... it has no end! " Cindy tries to show something but Alice interrupts saying that it was for now. Alice starts saying the names of the Shadyside killers that are written on the cave wall. — "Mary's daughter.." Cindy says. — "Yeah, I don't need to go to class to know these names." Cindy is silent so Tommy responds. — " The Shadyside killers.. " He says, realizing. — " Taking one. " Alice points with the flashlight at my name written on the wall. — " Y/n? " Cindy questions showing indignation. — " Alice, that's not funny! " Tommy scolds her. — "Do you think I carved our friend's name into the solid stone with my nails?" Alice argues, leaving them both silent. I feel my body lifting even though I haven't thought anything about getting up, oh no, shit! Please let's go quickly!! — " Y/n? " Arnie calls me for the third time and I still don't answer him, in fact I can't answer him, I can't speak, something stops me. — " Hi?.. I don't know what you used but I could share. " Arnie taps my shoulder and that makes me finally open my eyes, passing my hand through the tools I remove the ax and analyze it as it arrives. closer and closer to Arnie, no!! No no!! How do you make it stop?! How do I stop walking? I hear Tommy calling my name but I unintentionally ignore him, Arnie looks back seeing me with an ax in my hands which makes him confused. — "What are you doing?" He asks me, still mocking, with each step I take I get closer to him and hold the ax tightly, upon realizing such an approach his smile fades and he calls my name worriedly but I use all my strength my strength stops pulling the ax and hitting him right in the head, drops of his blood fly to my face, even with his body lying on the ground I hit him again opening a second gap in his face and once again I hit him, third, I feel my stomach drop seeing the scene I'm causing. I can hear the girls scared and Tommy trying to pull them away, when I look back I see that the flashlight is pointed in my direction, I turn completely towards the three of them making them see my face covered in blood. Alice is in shock looking at the body of her dead boyfriend, Cindy looks at me completely terrified and Tommy is bewildered and with his arms only around the two girls, Cindy lets out a scream when she sees my face so Tommy pulls them both to enter again the cave full of names. My steps are faster than normal, I'm walking towards them who are knocking over the bookcase to open an exit, Cindy, seeing my face again, screams, Tommy starts shouting for the two to come in, pushing them to make it go faster , but I'm also quick, when Tommy comes in I grab two of his legs with hatred and pull them towards me, he starts to struggle and the girls try to pull him back, in the middle of our fight Tommy kicks my face hard, making I let go of him and hit my head against the wall and that made me retreat back as thousands of rocks started to fall towards the entrance.

After all the rocks fell, I realized that I managed to regain half of my consciousness! I can have a little control over my body but I don't think it will last for long. I wipe the blood from my nose, I never imagined I would get kicked in the face, especially by Tommy. — "Did you hear that?" Alice said from the other side, managing to hear my heavy breathing. — "Is she still alive?" Tommy asks, looking relieved but at the same time worried. — " She's trapped. " Alice says, trying to calm down, trying to calm down. — " She's trapped. " She says again, I pick up the ax that's just beside me and look at the blood that's on it. — " I.. I'm a monster. " I whisper in a tone loud enough for them to hear, but I'm not talking to them, I need to get out of here and kill Nick Goode. I'm sorry Ziggy. I leave the room of names and quickly go up the stairs with the ax in my right hand. I just stop climbing to catch my breath, I don't have much time, and I feel like I'm being possessed again.

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It it time for a story I have been working on for a long time...

FADE TO THE STARS~

Mark shot up after waking from a nightmare, feeling tired and disoriented. After he calmed down he looked around his messy room he shared with his partner, Theodore. It was bright outside, meaning he slept through his alarms. He huffed before moving his feet to the cold floor.

Then, he looked down and saw a pile of black goop on the floor before the thing started moving onto his leg, causing him to scream then fear freeze. The goop went up his leg and he watched as it carefully scaled his body.

After a few minutes, the thing was on half of his face. But something felt different about himself. There was a second deeper voice saying things.

"Mark Eleanor Robert..." the voice spoke, leading Mark to shriek once more. "W-what?...who are you?..." Mark asked out loud, as if the voice was in his room.

Then, a new perspective appeared to him, one that was in his head. There, he saw a dark grey humanoid figure. This figure had bangs that covered their eyes. On the other hand, Mark was all purple but maintained most of his appearance.

"I am-" they'd then make an unpronounceable sound, "but maybe I can-". "Excuse me???" Mark would interrupt. "First off, who are you? Second off, what are you doing in my head!?" Mark would ramble out in a confused manner.

"What? Did you not hear me?" the being answered. "Yeah, I can't say it even... at least tell me what you're doing-" he'd pause, hearing something distant in that same space "wait..your lost?.." Mark questioned. "It's...complicated.." the being said, rubbing the back of their head but the slime on Mark's face too.

"Wait...you're that slime on me?!?" He'd exclaim in confusion. "Yes, again, long story-"

Just then, most of his roommates and partner would burst in. "Mark, the hell are you screaming about??" Eduardo said, frustrated by the abrupt sound it caused. He stared at him before tensing up at the goop on his face. "Mark, what are you doing?.." questioned Joan, seeing the slime too. From this moment Mark realized it would be a long day…

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[khaleesiofalicante]

JOAN CALLING KINCAID KINNY JOAN CALLING KINCAID KINNY JOAN CALLING KINCAID KINNY JOAN CALLING KINCAID KINNY JOAN

Idk what Régine is on, but I kinda like it👀👀. Her warning Joan of what they had planned?? My girl is getting her redemption arc??

“Jonathan,” the man held out a callused hand. “Jonathan Shadowhunter.” FFS FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT IT WAS ALBERT!!!! I SCREAMED AND HAD WAR FLASHBACKS OMFG. After he said he was Jonathan I WAS RELIEVED IF THAT TELLS YOU HOW MUCH I HATE THAT BITCH 😡😡

I will only focus on Iris and Abigail's friendship and ignore the world collapsing, don't mind me they are now my everything :))

The man was really exquisite – which was apparently a word you can use to refer to your professional relationships too. I got kicked out of a class because I couldn't stop laughing at this 😞, I don't regret it, but my humor is broken now JAHDHHSUAHDDJSAK

Also hellooooo Miguel👀👀👀👀. Thank the angeI speak spanish

I need answers from Hermes!!!!!

I am 99% sure it was David who changed the canon event, it can't be Alec, Max or Rafael... Lance can't go through a portal by himself, and he aparently didn't know Arthur died... It could be Magnus but idk!!!!

“Mom!” the boy gasped out softly and threw himself at Isabelle, making the other woman freeze in shock. I MF CALLED IT!! From the moment Iris said all the Resurected were young and killed so suddenly (which makes sense bc Arthur was the same, and in changing his death they changed the canon events of those similar. So fucking brilliant!!), I knew Max would also come back 🥺🥺

He was screaming as if he was in agony. I really should stop reading this while I'm in public, it's becoming embarassing to cry that much outside...

I'm still so confused about Arthur and Magnus' dreams!! I thought I figured it out but turns out I'm still confused af 😭

Because he was dead. Because he is dead. He is dead. /// “You were born to kill him, and I was born to love him,” Arthur smiled tiredly. “There is no destiny, Kincaid. This was never meant to be.” /// “Arthur, please,” Kincaid said hoarsely, putting a hand on the barrier. “I love you.” “I love Lance more,” Arthur replied and turned around. “Goodbye, Kincaid.”

It's fine :) It's not as if I'm freaking tf out because there's one chapter and the epilogue left :) Totally not breaking apart :) Completely not devastated by every new ending of a chapter or POV :) Obviously unrelated that I will be going insane until next chapter :))))))

I finished the outline of the next chappy and yeah it's something hehehe. ALSO IT'S THE LAST ONE :(

#lbaf

[pbandjesse]

It was wildly windy today. Scary at times! But it wasn't a terrible day. I was just very tired.

I fell asleep easier last night but waking up was very tough. I let myself sleep in until 730. And I left late but it was okay. I was moving really slowly. James was getting ready to go for a bike ride and I gave them a big hug but I really didn't want to leave so I didn't let myself wait for them to leave with me and left as soon as I was ready.

My lip is much more swollen but doesn't hurt as bad. Keeping it covered is helping and I found cutting a fabric bandaid seems to be the best way to cover it right now. Eating with a bandaid on my lip is impossible but I didn't have to change it as many times so I'm happy about that.

The ride in was fine but the wind was very strong. I didn't notice but Alexi had texted us that schools were opening two hours late so she would be in later. So that meant everyone came in later. Except me because I didn't notice it. Ah well.

I got to camp and had my bagel and read for a while. Jess asked me to make a ride wish list for Disney. So I did some research and figured out what rides I would like to try for. I'm not a big rides person but there are a few boat based ones I think I will enjoy. And it was fun looking into everything and the possibilities.

We are changing the order of the parks because the travel agent has been kind of useless and didn't tell us that Magic Kingdom is closing early the day were planning on going so now we are probably ending the week with Magic Kingdom instead of starting it. That's okay. I'm just excited to go with Jess.

Eventually people started coming in. And I was given a few small tasks. But I also just spent time reading and doing little things in the computer.

Heather trained me and Sarah on the camp registration website and how to see the wait-list and so because we could do that we could start helping to answer emails from parents. It turns out registering can be a little confusing so I made a reference sheet for parents with a step by step guide and hopefully it will help.

Celia came in to talk to Alexi. And it was nice to see her. I would have my lunch and went for a little walk. I was surprised that there were more downed trees from the storm but the ground was very very soft. It was nice walking around even if it was still to windy.

Nurse Joan came in today and I was able to give her the Christmas gift I had for her. She was very excited about the tiny "Nurse Quaktitioner" I had for her. Made her laugh really big. Love Nurse Joan.

I also have her and Nurse Becky some vintage maps of camp for them to decorate the infirmary once it's fixed up. I was happy to help.

We would have a big meeting about the counselor in training program this afternoon. Where we are trying to sort things out for when the contractor John comes next week. I was glad I had made all the different documents that I printed last week because I swear no one else really has anything ready. Like there were ideas and catching up and getting on the same page but I had actual programs and documents. I felt very ready. Which was nice. It's hard though when I say well I do this... Talking about specialty stuff for the summer and Alexi goes but you are so on top of things and preplan and prep! And I'm like yes. But everyone should be living up to my standards!!! Plus I've done a lot of the planning for the other specialties.

I would have some new ideas for our counciler in training program though. Including making a quiz to figure out what you would best be suited for. Which was fun to make and then I made everyone in the office take it to see if they got placed in different things and it worked really well honestly. Not perfect and I'm sure I'll change the questions a bit but I think creating a personality test for the job is a fun way to help figure out where each kid can go.

I had a few more things to make today. Including a staff survey about your favorite things. I tried to make it more interesting then just what's your favorite color. And it lead to a really nice conversation about what snacks would make our day better. I said a cinnamon soft pretzel. Heather said sushi! I was very surprised and that's why I thought it was a good question! I learned something about her. And we got to talk about the best pretzels we've ever had and that lead to more stories and that is the whole point. To learn more about each other on a deeper level.

I got ready to go right around 4. And I was so stupid tired. It hit me all of a sudden and driving home sucked. It didn't help that people were driving stupid. But despite others best efforts I made it home in one piece.

When I parked a nice man was walking on the sidewalks and we had a nice conversation about the weather. And it put me in a really nice mood.

But this did not last long. I got up here and immediately got overstimulated because there is just stuff everywhere. I tried to start moving stuff but I was just very very overwhelmed and didn't know what to do and then I found my cup in the dishwasher that I have asked a few times not to be put in there and I just absolutely melted down. I felt so tired and so upset. I texted James a million times explaining why I am upset. But I just felt very low.

I have basically been in bed since then. I am exhausted. I did go have some cereal but I may go eat something more substantial. James had the extended hours at the museum tonight so they should be home in another hour or so. And hopefully I can sleep faster and feel better tomorrow.

I hope the wind dies down. And I hope tomorrow is beautiful. Sleep well everyone. Until next time.

[born-to-lose]

Devil's Bells snippet #2

Liz & Jack meeting Phil for the first time

"Do you remember where the venue was when we drove by?" Liz asked Jack, laughing awkwardly as they climbed out of the van after finally finding a parking lot that wasn't packed already. Well, it was Paris, what did they expect?

"We gotta walk past this metro station right there of which I can't pronounce the name and then uh…" he tried to explain, but his confidence faded quickly. "I'm sure we'll find it. Eventually."

She raised an eyebrow but decided to follow the way he had just described and see where they were going. They arrived in the city early enough to have time to figure out where they needed to go before the show would start.

Walking past the metro station, they heard a young man's voice calling after them, accompanied by the sound of metal rings on the handrail of the stairs. "Salut ! J'adore vos tenues !" ("Hey! I love your outfits!")

The two stopped walking and warily turned around, spotting a tall and lanky guy with long wavy strawberry blonde hair, an earring, a half unbuttoned shirt, a black studded leather jacket, skinny jeans and sneakers scurrying upstairs. They had already seen some shady people in this city and didn't know what he wanted - at least Jack.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something along the lines of 'We don't speak French', but then Liz scraped together what she had studied at school and replied with a slight accent, "Merci ! Tu vas au concert de H.E.A.T aussi ?" ("Thanks! Are you also going to the H.E.A.T concert?")

"Oui, oui ! Vous n'êtes pas d'ici ?" ("Yeah, yeah! You're not from here?")

"Non, nous sommes… euh, je suis allemande, il est anglais. Mon français n'est pas super," she chuckled. ("No, we're… uh, I'm German, he's English. My French isn't great.")

Actually, her French was pretty good, but she was too lazy to make use of that more often than necessary if the alternative was simply switching to English, especially considering how fast French people spoke when they knew you understood their language but were a foreigner.

Jack watched in confusion as they talked without him understanding anything. He was relieved when they finally spoke English and the other guy came closer to them. "By the way, I'm Liz and this is Jack. What's your name?"

"Blaze. Phil Blaze," he answered in a low voice, taking a drag of his cigarette, before adding in a lighthearted manner, "Actually it's Philippe, but call me Phil, makes me sound less French."

"Your accent still gives it away," Jack joked and Phil shoved him in response, laughing "Buddy, that's about the best you get here."

The three of them hit it off right away. How often do you meet someone you can immediately joke around with like this? And in a foreign country at that.

As Liz and Jack didn't move and frankly looked kind of lost, he said, "I'm assuming you haven't been here before? I know the way to the venue, let's go!"

Making their way there together, they chatted enthusiastically about bands they listened to, bands who had influenced them, and concerts they had attended.

"What was the first album you bought?" Phil asked. "Mine was Van Halen's 1984, Hot for Teacher made me pick up the drums. Needless to say, it took me a while until I could play that song well enough."

Taking a pause to think, Jack replied, "Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks. I grew up on Fleetwood Mac's music and she was one of my first childhood crushes. Though I didn't actually buy it, I found it in a box with things to give away on someone's doorstep."

"Oh yes, she and Joan Jett were my bi awakening," Liz agreed before immediately adding with a contrived hair flip, "For me, Lizzy Borden's Visual Lies! I'm built differently I guess. Just kidding, I usually asked for CDs for my birthdays and Christmas so I owned a lot more before I started buying them myself."

"Can I ask you something?" After receiving a nod from her, Phil continued. "Is Liz your real name or did you take it from Lizzy Borden?"

She laughed, "You got me there! I'm not gonna give you guys my legal name though, it's not nearly as cool as my stage name, quite German."

Not too much later, they spotted a horde of glam rockers waiting outside what they were pretty certain was the venue. The doors were still closed so they had to wait a little longer, but even the way here hadn't seemed lengthy with their new friend and the last couple of minutes until they got in weren't going to be filled with silence either.

"Is this your first time seeing H.E.A.T?"

"Yeah, I love them and I've wanted to see them for a while, but bands always leave out all the other cities than Paris on their 'European tours', so now that I moved closer to Paris I finally get the chance," Phil told them excitedly before taking on a more frustrated tone. "Also to find some new musician friends because my old band just broke up three weeks ago and practicing drums isn't the same when you're just doing it for yourself. I've been playing almost non-stop in bands for about… five, six years now. Are you musicians?"

"Yeah! I mean, Jack plays bass, I sing and am a mediocre guitar player," Liz answered, mildly embarrassed, because despite all their desperate attempts, neither she nor Jack had been in a band before and Phil seemed like a professional.

"Hold up, do you guys have a band?" he asked full of hope.

"Well…" Jack started, glancing at Liz. "We would have one with you, and with a proper guitarist, so if you don't have any other plans…?"

"Fucking count me in!"

Just as they enthusiastically welcomed their new bandmate with a handshake and a pat on the back, loudly talking about how happy they were to get one step closer to forming a real band and discussing where they might find a lead guitarist, the other guests started squashing themselves through the entrance.

The group followed the crowd into the packed club where they were greeted by purple and pink lights and the further they walked into the main room, the louder the sound of glam metal blasting from the speakers and people chatting became. The walls of the corridor were covered in memorabilia like posters and signed instruments from the bands who had played here before. Many iconic ones of those Jack and Liz recognized and got annoyed they hadn't gotten the chance to see them here.

One thing was clear before the support act even started playing: wherever they would end up on their mission to find the last band member, they were absolutely coming back for concerts in the future.

#first of all i'm begging on my knees for forgiveness that it took so long and the fact that you forgot about it makes it even worse #meeting antonio snippet coming soon! #devil's bells #mel writes #yes i kinda described the local rock bar in the last paragraph what about it i don't know shit about paris venues but let me make things up