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crazy56u · 3 months

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Whelp, I just woke up, and (without naming names) I just saw a reaction that I am 100% taking with a grain of salt.

Let’s take a look.

Okay, if they’re bringing up the chip subplot now after it supposedly got resolved, that’s not a good sign.

Also, Ben got fucked out of saving Hannah’s husband. And having seen the synopses for the last two episodes of the season [sidenote, NBC, ya gonna fucking announce a renewal or… …?], long story short, oof.

And we’re at a funeral reading in 1953, and Ben may or may not be the maid.

Okay, no offense, that vase looks like shit.

“Is this a joke?” I know, right?!

Oh, so Daddy was too busy being Indiana Jones to remember how money worked.

“To my fearless Dina-” “It’s Dean.” …misspelling, or deadnaming? Is this a trans plot?

A ship in a bottle, I don’t know if they make those anymore.

And it goes smash. …revealing a map; okay, Ben won this will reading.

Addison, why the fuck do you continue to have the shittiest timing

“Hey, I know we’re supposed to be working, and Ben just leapt in, but you wanna ditch this episode?”

Okay, legitimately, I couldn’t tell if Ian was wearing glasses or not.

“I planned a wedding once. That led to me burying a not-dead man’s belongings in the park; the cops are still nagging me to dig that shit up.”

Yeah, remember, you have jobs?

“Are you sure I’m not rushing you?” You want to get married a day or so after proposing. What do you think?

Like, not to make a controversial statement, but Ross Gellar at least had the foresight to wait a few months.

“Do not wait to live your life. Otherwise, time travel will fuck you over.”

And the horrible vase is dead.

San Patricio… Quick Google search gave me this little number, so my interest is peaked…

…okay, I don’t think Wikipedia mentioned cursed jewels, so fuck me, I guess.

Okay, wait, I just realized: is Sarah played by Veronica from Riverdale?

How much longer until they realize the Accelerator isn’t doing shit, and it’s Ben?

I agree: Family bullshit is less enticing than being Indiana Jones. But unfortunately, it’s this show, so you should already know the punchline.

“[Dean] is the key to all this.” Like how Horace was the key to Halloween Havoc.

I love the Kramer entrance Ben just pulled.

Teamwork makes the dream work, and maybe Veronica can stop bitching.

I love how Will Man is intentionally withholding the lore unless it’s for dramatic moments.

Okay, quick math time; 40 mill in 1953 would be about… almost half a fucking billion in 2024, so…

This looks less like Mexico and more like The Darjeeling Limited.

Who sings opera while biking?

Yes, that’s right, make Addison bring up the wedding now of all places…

“Hey, I know you’re talking to ghosts, but check out the map!”

Well, given how the priest killed for those jewels, blood probably did get on them, so he wasn’t wrong…

That wasn’t “fashion advice”, that was “we’re going on a treasure hunt, don’t overload the fucking suitcase” advice, Veronica.

“Okay, maybe let’s stop deadnaming and let’s get crunk.”

[Okay, how have I not noticed the producer is named “Meg Fister” until now?]

Yes, Jenn, Ian does want to do their job, that’s not a shock.

“Look, if we’re still pretending 2023- now 2024- is supposed to be 2026, then Addison and Tom can get married. That’s the law.”

[I will fucking laugh if my long standing theory pays out, and Ben undoes the time skip.]

“Hey, Rachel, I just said a sitcom line-” “Ian, we are fucked, they remembered the chip subplot.” “I thought we finished that!”

…is Tom a puppet?

And, in a rather appropriate cutaway, we go to the bar.

A bar is not a place to yell, pleas calm down.

“Nadia, where did you learn Spanish?” “From a person who speaks Spanish.”

I don’t like how the bartender is immediately in the know.

And that satchel is going to get taken in 5… 4… 3…

Ben, with that type of scratch, you can change all their fucking lives.

“And what are we doing?” Not looking after a satchel?

Why does their dad look like Santa?

And it’s now a race.

Ben, he was clearly lying about not believing the treasure was real.

Sarah, you don’t just get to decide to abandon the episode after fucking everything up.

“I have a very good memory, and I’m friends with a ghost.”

Sarah, if you hadn’t left the satchel, this wouldn’t be as bad, stop denying fault.

Meanwhile, back in Subplot 2.

Look, Ian, if it makes you feel any better, given how next week involves a leap into the 1980s, dealer’s odds Ben accidentally erases Gideon from the show.

Meanwhile, back to the treasure; this is a packed week for everyone, isn’t it…

Well, this is Indiana Jones coded, so one of you had to do the snake line…

“Well, I am not climbing down that.” Okay, die then.

Okay, you won’t drown, but if you slip, you will break something. Small miracles.

So the jewels are a metaphor- okay, if the plot twist is that the dad hid the jewels back home, due to “home being the real treasure,” I will piss blood.

“Some say it was Saint Patrick. Some say it was Santa.”

Okay, I thought that was gonna be a zombie.

Either bartender wanted to cover his tracks, or bartender is under those rocks.

“Is there another option?” Get to fucking digging.

Sarah, legitimately, stop being a bitch.

God is getting angry now, that’s how much we’re approaching the Family Bullshit Event Horizon.

Okay, that’s peak comedic timing. “THE ROCK’S FAKE! :D”

Dad’s pun fetish, I swear to God.

Stephen King had once again gotten his grubby mitts into an episode of Quantum Leap.

They found the prop wall.

That was not fucking funny, that got me.

…well, I mean, to be fair, the key to all great comedy is misdirection… 🥁

And of course.

[I choose to split this up now.]

#quantum leap #spoilers #the family treasure #friends #riverdale #OSW review #Halloween Havoc 1998 #Seinfeld #the darjeeling limited #the shawshank redemption #to be continued

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flcraiscn · 1 year

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@griefbringers sent:

[not yet] : sender’s muse edges receiver’s [ graves @ dwight. don't ask me. ]

Dwight's teammates are all dead, despite his best efforts. He's reasonably sure that Meg tried pulling herself off the hook, and only succeeded in hurrying her death along. David bled out on the ground and Jake... he doesn't know what happened to Jake, only that he's no longer in the game.

It's why he doesn't feel too bad about allowing the Gravedigger to press him up against an upright pallet. There's no fear of discovery, no nagging responsibility to his teammates, and while this is certainly a development, he's far from complaining.

He bites his lip, his stomach jumping, and rocks his hips up into the Gravedigger's fist. It's dry and therefore a touch uncomfortable, but it's been so long since Dwight has been touched that it feels good regardless. He's trembling head to toe, and this time it's not because of fear. Within minutes, he's teetering on the edge, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.

The Gravedigger pulls away and Dwight cries out, a sound not so far from removed from the noise he makes when he's struck by one of the killers. His hands remain firmly by his side, palms pressed against the pallet despite how much he wants to finish himself off.

Later, he'll spend half an hour by the campfire picking splinters from his palms and trying very hard not to think about why they're there.

For now, he is present and tense and sweating, his heart a jackhammer in his chest. "Please," he tries, meek and breathless. "I don't want you to leave me like this."

#griefbringers #in character | dwight fairfield.#in character.#cw usft #no read more - mobile #you know what? good for them!

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subbing-for-clones · 3 years

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The Alpha and The Omega Part 4

Alpha Maul x Omega Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

WARNINGS: Cursing, Mentions of death (bounty hunting), mentions of drinking to be done in the next chapter, reluctant pining

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Maul had stayed in the cockpit much longer than it was necessary, allowing autopilot to guide the Wolf through hyperspace. He was silently obsessing why you had felt the need to call another hunter; another Alpha. He couldn’t explain to himself or anyone else who would be stupid enough to ask why this upset him so much. He remembered what Zeni and Coth had said; Bane got you into the guild and the both of you had traveled around together for a bit over a year, long after your membership had been established with the house. He had been told that you were unmated but he couldn’t stop his mind from wondering if a close comradery was all you had shared with the Duro. The thought left a sour taste in his mouth.

He eventually left the cockpit when he smelled something in your pheromones change, not being able to place it exactly, he ventured out. When he found you, he almost smirked at the sight before him. One he hadn’t ever seen before. The mighty lone Omega had buried herself completely in his sofa bed under the blanket she had lent him. Every few seconds her hand would dart out to snatch a piece of jerky from a plate on the nearby table and pull it under the blanket.

He slowly approached; mind set on taking some of the food for himself but he stopped in his tracks when a low growl rumbled out from the mess of fabric. He took a step back until it subsided. Warily he took another step forward and outstretched his hand earning a second growl that he was sure humans wouldn’t normally be able to make.

He had become familiar with some of the cultural dynamics of the cross subspecies but as for the specific habits and instincts, he was uneducated to say the least. Equally confused as he was humored, he took another step back, gauging the perimeter around you that you suddenly required. He finally decided what the smell you were giving off was; aggression. But not outwardly so, a defensive aggression. One that said back the fuck up, so he did; not without poking the proverbial bear though.

“I understand that this is your ship, and everything in it belongs to you. However,” he watched as you peered out from your wrap, “we have six hours before we reach Hoth and I would like to rest.” He didn’t really need to. He had and could again go, days without sleep. However, he was not one to avoid getting under someone’s skin when the opportunity presented itself.

You eyed him carefully with your eyes narrowed. Finally, ‘the bitch’ gave up for a moment so that you could understand his reasoning. With a huff, you stood with his blanket still wrapped around you and grumbled nonsense under your breath until you reached the door to your room. You glanced over your shoulder just long enough to catch his confused gaze before you turned and entered your sanctuary. Ignoring how he sniffed the air in the path you had just walked. You locked your door and turned on the incredibly dim colorful lights and pressed a remote that played soft music. You continued to grumble about stupid inconsistent cycles. It wasn’t a full-on heat like you normally experienced, more like a nagging annoyance in the back of your mind, dulled needles underneath your skin.

After trying several different placements for the blanket saturated in his scent you finally found one that ‘the bitch’ was satisfied with. Clamoring into your vast array of blankets, pillows and other various soft things you settled in its center and closed your eyes; preparing for the tremors that you were convinced would come. Just as you got comfortable, your vambrace started beeping and an obscenely offensive red light blinked in time with the wretched noise. Growling audibly, you reached for your table and strapped it on to your wrist, violently pressing the answer button.

“Fucking. What?” your teeth clenched so hard they could crack.

“Last I recall you’re the one who wanted to talk. Had a question or something,” the Duro’s head lit up in that blue only holo-comms could emanate. You pinched the bridge of your nose and scrunched your eyes shut apologetically.

“Sorry. Yeah, yeah I do,” you opened your eyes slowly and looked at him, almost hoping he could just pry the information out of your head so you wouldn’t have to say it out loud.

“Well, you gonna ask or what ‘Meg?” he folded his arms across his chest already tired.

“So, I’m sponsoring an Alpha who didn’t know what he was until a few months ago…” you started, hoping that either Zeni or Coth had filled him in in the few days that you’d been gone.

“Heard something about that. I know the guy, did a job with him back before I picked you up. Something about a captured Jedi he wanted to hunt. Didn’t talk much.” Your eyes widened at the new information. “You haven’t told anyone about that bit, have you?”

“The fuck do I look like kid?” he was almost offended at the implication that his lips even held the ability to flap. Even if they could they wouldn’t. The sigh that escaped you was exasperated in your relief.

“So, what about him. Is he fucking with you?” his eyes narrowed further and the last word came out as a protective growl.

“No, no he’s fine but I’m not.”

“’Meg if you don’t start speaking plainly, I swear to Maker I’ll find and kill you both.”

“He smells…. Different. Intense. More so than any other Alpha I’ve ever come into contact with,” you chuckled, “even more than Fett.” His eyes widened and he thought for a moment before responding.

“When was your last cycle? Has he triggered another one?”

“I mean maybe a week or so ago? I wouldn’t call it a new one, feels different. Lighter? ‘The Bitch’ is talking more in my ear and I’m starving. Like, fucking famished.” He nodded with his fingers on his chin looking off to the side.

“Where are you right now and where is he?”

“On the way to Hoth.”

“No, I mean on the ship. Where are the both of you?”

“Oh, I’m in my room; doors locked. He’s in the common,” you glanced at the door like it was possible he could’ve manifested on your side of the durasteel door. The force could do some crazy shit but teleportation wasn’t on the list as far as you knew. Even for a Sith.

“Good. You’re not gonna like the answer ‘Meg. Don’t shoot the messenger,” your eyes snapped back to his projection, waiting for him to continue.

“Someone always smells best, stronger. Mine did, Coth and Zeni got that. Not everyone gets it or waits long enough to find it but I’d put five quarries’ credits worth on the fact that that guys’ your Alpha.”

“W-what? No, that story’s bullshit. That’s not real, is it?” He growled slightly angrily in his response.

“I said.. I fucking had it. It’s why I can’t ever have another. Don’t doubt anything cause you’ve never known it before. Like me saying your Jedi force shits fake. Ignorance I can handle ‘Meg; arrogance I won’t put up with.”

You couldn’t respond. This is not what was supposed to happen. You were going to live your life as the lone Omega, ‘Meg the hunter. Live your life in solitude only occasionally coming to the surface to socialize with your pack members to stave off the inevitable loneliness.

“Sorry, no you’re right. I just, don’t want that? I guess, you just shocked me was all. I didn’t mean to offend you or your Omega.”

He visibly relaxed and sighed as he rubbed his head under his hat.

“Do what you gotta do. Whether that means scenting him, mating, kicking him out now, or waiting till you finish what you started with him. You don’t need to explain yourself. But that’s my best guess to your question kid.” You nodded and stared off for a moment away from the door. You thanked your old friend for his time and his insight before hanging up and rolling over and failing to find rest as the tremors started.

Maul truly had no clue what had crawled into your skin and possessed you. He wondered for a moment if some cousin to Dathomirian magick had made its way into the ship before shaking his head. That would be ridiculous. He had grabbed another of the no less than what guessed were a thousand blankets from the shelf and laid back. He didn’t really try to eavesdrop but when he recognized the voice that was speaking to you, he bristled. He only caught a few words while he passed, faking a trip to the fresher should you be able to feel him through the force. On his way there he realized that you were in fact as affected by his scent as he was yours and that it wasn’t necessarily normal. On his way back he couldn’t hear your words but it sounded like you had received some information that you really didn’t want to hear.

The pheromones that you gave off were those of fear mixed with frustration and anger. He wondered how long you would’ve lasted as a Jedi if they hadn’t thrown you out. Despite his bitterness the overwhelming urge to comfort you assaulted his every sense. He pushed it down with a snarl at himself before stalking back to the cockpit trying to put some distance between the heady smells.

He must have watched you eat at least three pounds of the dried meat hastily while gearing up to venture out onto the frozen wasteland. A small part of him wanted to ask what all this was about with you but the larger part of him knew it wasn’t his business unless you made it his business. He settled for simply asking if you were alright. You threw a sarcastic ‘perfect’ over your shoulder before throwing yourself out into the blizzard.

You had yet again, not permitted him to bring his saber. Jabba usually wanted a head over a warm body but bodies couldn’t pay their debts, and this particular Talz owed him big. He had thought it worth the expense to make an example himself out of this smuggler. Maul was just as frustrated as he had been last time but was silent about it, much to your personal relief. You were in no mood for argument and he no doubt could sense it.

He had landed the ship just outside a large cavern, the tracking fob blinked rapidly, signaling that the one you sought was close by. As you entered the cave you had expected to run into a Wampa or two. Bones of different creatures varying in size had alluded to it being home to one of the creatures. What you had not expected was to walk right into an onslaught of blaster fire.

Maul had force pushed you roughly to the ground a couple meters away from your position; landing you behind a large enough boulder for you to take cover behind. Cautiously, you looked to the side through the bolts to find him taking refuge along the wall behind stone that jut out from the wall with his blaster pointing to the circling, looking to you for approval.

You took a flash grenade out of your utility belt, hit the countdown button and tossed it; taking cover before the blinding light filled the cavern. It must have been cheaper to hire guns than pay Jabba, six humans doubled over covering their faces allowing you to take a few shots. After putting down three yourself fairly quickly you looked over at your companion again. He was firing alright but not hitting a damn thing.

“I thought you said you were ‘quite familiar with other forms of weaponry!’” you shouted over the returned fire in a slightly mocking tone.

His response was only to look at you with wild, angry eyes that made you double over laughing in the thick of the standoff. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You raised your blaster and took out two more, leaving one man and your quarry. You turned to face Maul and crossed your arms in your seated position behind the boulder smiling toothily at him, nodding your head to the last man.

It took him a few shots but he managed to hit the hired gun square in his chest. You missed the glint in his eye but felt his pride through the force before he covered it again and chuckled to yourself once more. You could see the Talz shaking as he raised his blaster in his trembling hand as he slowly backed up. You pulled out your blow gun and loaded one of your tranquilizer darts. The long needle glinted ominously in the low light of the cavern, Maul watched as you took a deep breath and bring the long tube up to your mouth and wrap your lips around it. The dart flew with a short huff of breath as the Talz turned to run; striking him directly in his spine.

The toxin took hold before the quarry could take another step, dropping to the floor with a thud and a grunt. You stood from your position and made your way over to the first of the dead body guards. Maul went to bind and secure the smuggler while you scoffed at the small number of credits you pulled from the dead’s pockets. They really didn’t get paid shit, and they died for it. You almost felt bad for them; now wasn’t the time to get soft though. They took the job and they paid the price for it, just like you risked each and every job you took. No different from the rest of the pack.

You handed Maul half of the measly amount and one of the better blasters that one of the men carried. He hoisted the Talz onto his back and raised his brow at you before taking what you had offered.

“I told you half of what we make is yours. This falls under that category despite the fact that it’s not technically a bounty prize, I don’t go back on my word once I give it.”

He nodded his head in thanks and followed you back to the ship. Once the smuggler was frozen in the carbonate, you led him back to the cave. He watched as you dragged the bodies of the fallen gunmen to various positions and distances. You made your way back to him and when he opened his mouth to speak you raised your hand to cut him off.

“That was a fucking atrocious display if I’m being honest. Mildly disappointing if I’m being kind,” he snapped his mouth shut with a quiet clink of his teeth. “You can’t bring your saber to the higher paying jobs, as I’ve said, too many witnesses. Do you want to pick off the bottom of the barrel, cheap thieves for your career?” he crossed his arms and glowered at you.

“No, but what would it matter if I only go after those who are wanted dead?” you jut out your hip and rested your hand on it while rolling your eyes.

“You allow yourself to wield a crutch. What if you’re attacked in public? The longer you play the game the more likely it is to happen. You going to flash your pretty red blade and take out an entire town to maintain secrecy or are you going to be smart about it?”

He growled at your logic and took out the blaster you had plucked off of the corpse. You watched him take a few rushed shots before snarling to himself at all of his misses. You silently walked over to him and kicked the insides of his ankles lightly to widen his stance and kicked one of his heels to push it forward a few inches. He allowed you to but not without a glare. You pulled out your own blaster and demonstrated how with your dominant hand you gripped it tightly, pointer finger lined up with the barrel. With your other hand you held your palm to the bottom of the grip and wrapped your fingers around both it, and your other hand to stabilize it; bending your elbows slightly and raising the sights to your eyes.

He followed your movements with the accuracy of a mirror. You didn’t speak until you saw him close one eye to aim, “both eyes open, its more accurate,” you demonstrated again and fired your blaster a single time, hitting the furthest target square between his eyes.

In only three shots, Maul had hit two targets square in the chest, knocking them over. You backed up and watched him practice. It was slow going but after resituating the corpses he knocked over multiple times he had started to get consistent hits on them. When you were satisfied with his progress you lifted a head sized rock with the force and moved it side to side a decent distance in front of him. Moving targets were always a different game compared to stationary ones and the victorious glint in his eyes when he landed a single shot took you back a few years to when Bane was teaching you to shoot.

The twin suns were beating down on you harshly in the desert that stretched out as far as you could see in any direction. The sand here was what water is to the ocean, swallowing up everything in its path. The durasteel of the ship was growing hotter and hotter by the minute under your belly and you could hear Bane curse under his breath. You didn’t have to see him on the ground below you to know his eyes were pointed in the same direction as yours, the massive skeleton of a creature you couldn’t name even if you tried. Hopefully they were extinct or at least, nowhere in the area. It lay against the horizon three hundred meters away, unscathed by your attempted blasts.

“Bane, it’s really hot up here. Can’t I come down and try again tonight?”

“Hell no, next job ‘m gonna need you to cover me from ‘nother building ‘Meg. Either you’ll hit the target or melt onto my ship tryin. Focus, the scope is doin all the hard work for you. Breath like those Jedi taught you over so many years. Take the shot when you let your breath out. Closest thing I ever come to meditation is behind the scope and you’ll do the same now until you make your mark.”

You had taken his suggestion to heart and waited before your next shot, breathing deeply and slowly. Sweat pooled on your forehead before gathering enough to drip down your face and streaming between your breasts as the minutes ticked by. Bane was silent as you focused your shot. With one last deep breath you slowly let the air out of your lungs and squeezed the trigger. You looked through the scope again and saw that you had indeed scorched the beast just below its eye socket like you had been instructed to do. You leapt to your feet and whooped unceremoniously in your gleeful victory. You cast a prideful look down at Bane who never turned to look at you.

“You can come down after you do it five more times.”

Your shoulders sagged and you audibly groaned, the skin on your belly getting ready to blister from the hot hull of the ship. You could have sworn at the time you had heard your literal and figurative cold blooded companion chuckle.

You smiled at the memory as you now spoke the words of your mentor to an all too full of himself Zabrak after he hit the floating rock a single time. “We can warm up in the ship after you hit it five more times handsome.” Just as yours had, his shoulders visibly dropped but he said nothing and carried on his target practice.

When he had accomplished the goal you laid out for him you had reached your limit in the frigid environment. When you left the cavern, the air whipped around you violently while a vicious flurry burned the exposed skin of your face. Snow had piled up even deeper around you and a thick white blanket shielded your view. You hit a button on your vambrace to open the hatch that both you and the Zabrak scurried inside. You shivered wildly as you stripped out of your already soaked outer layers. Blizzards always caught you off guard on Hoth, you hated the planet for a plethora of reasons and would take a planet like Tatooine over this frozen wasteland any day if you had the choice.

By Maul’s body language you assessed that he would as well. His jaw was clenched yet his body still shook of its own accord from the cold. You set a pot on your stove, readying it to brew life-saving hot caf. While the water boiled you had taken first dibs in the sanistream. Under the hot water you thanked whatever gods were responsible for staving off whatever kind of ‘light heat’ you had experienced. Maul barley waited for you to fully exit the fresher before he was stripping off his tunic an indulging himself in the shower just as you had. You bit back a chuckle while you made your way to the cock pit with steaming caf in hand. You watched the blizzard from the safety and heat provided by the combination of durasteel and trans-durasteel walls of the Wolf, allowing your mind to wander.

You had never really been a caf drinker when you were a Jedi. Your master couldn’t drink it and most of the others you surrounded yourself with looked down on the drink despite filling themselves with various teas like your old friend. You had always teased Obi Wan for loving the sugary flowery varieties over any else. Like with many other things it was Bane who introduced you to the dark ‘life sustainer’ as he called it. He laughed at how you scrunched your face up the first few times you drank it but after thirty-three hours awake steaking out a quarry you needed the boost to function.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you downed the last of your cup and you sighed at the chore of walking the six meters to the kitchen to pour yourself another cup. Like he could read your mind, and he probably could, Maul’s hand extended from behind you and took your mug. He returned a few minutes later, two steaming cups in hand, and took his seat in the co-pilot’s chair. The two of you continued to watch the snow storm in a comfortable silence.

The quiet was broken by an incoming holo-comm. You always found the beeping to be unnecessarily jarring when the air was still. Maul simply leaned back in his seat while you answered it, the top half of your favorite Mandalorian appearing in the familiar blue hue, you grinned cheekily at the man who had half-heartedly tried to court you on multiple occasions.

“Mando Fett,” you teased, “What’s up?” His helmeted head lowered slightly in a silent sigh but your companion quickly caught his attention and he straightened his back again.

“Heard you were rolling around with another Alpha.”

“Mmm, yeah, some of what Zeni spills is the truth. Or at least half true. Heard you were the one who gave him the card.”

Maul nodded his head once in greeting to Jango who returned the gesture.

“Yeah, I did.”

“So what’s going on? Need a hand getting out of a sticky spot or do you come with holo-roses this time?” you leaned back and put your feet up on the dash, taking another gulp of caf while waggling your eyebrows at your fellow bounty hunter.

“Neither actually,” he chuckled, “I know how you love a good hunt and I’ve caught word that the Jawas on some back water planet are offering an unusually high price for Mud Horn eggs. Plus their horns always fetch a nice price, someone’s always ready to buy the hides. I figured I’d extend the invitation to you and your cold-blooded outlaw friend. New guy can come along too of course. What do you say, wanna go have some from away from the office?”

“Hmm,” you animatedly tapped a finger to your chin, “the promise of a good hunt, decent credits and you bring the beer, what’s the catch?” you smiled coyly.

“First off, bring your own booze. Secondly,” he unsheathed a large viroblade, “I say we make it interesting.”

“No blasters?”

“No blasters.”

“You’ll have to pry Bane’s from his cold dead hands.” Jango laughed loudly, “please, he’s not just a gunman, he’s an alpha. All I have to do is poke at his pride a bit and he’d take a few down with his bare hands and his teeth just to put all us younglings in our place.”

You laughed this time and turned to your tattooed companion, “what do you say? Wanna take a break from chasing quarries and go on a hunt for a day or two? It’ll still get you credits.”

Maul took a second to glance around the cock-pit and looked at all the pictures that had been taken from various hunting parties and for the first time in his life he actually had the want to experience something like that. Yes, he had battled and defeated an array of fearsome monsters but it had always been a solo operation and for only the benefits of getting stronger and proving his worth to his master. It seemed like his new peers viewed such acts as a time to be enjoyed and remembered, the promise of credits was an added bonus as well.

“Alright, a day or two wouldn’t put us behind schedule, would it?” his velvety yet raspy voice that you hadn’t heard in hours cut through you like a lightsaber and you caught your whimper in your throat but not without creasing your brows in annoyance.

“No it wouldn’t. you’ll just be stuck with me a little longer.” He shrugged his shoulders in response so you turned your attention back to the image of the other hunter.

“Alright, we’ll be there. Send me the coordinates. We’re on Hoth at the moment so we’ll be there in however long it takes to meet you leaving from here.”

“I’ll wait just for the sake of missing your complaints of taking a head start.” You couldn’t see his face but you could hear the smile in his voice. You pointed a finger gun in his direction, “head start or not I’ll still bag more eggs and more horns than you.”

The both of you laughed as you hung up the call right before the transmitted coordinates synced in your nav computer. Three Alphas, one Omega, and a promising hunt. This is going to be really fun or go horribly wrong. Either way, you’d get some good pictures out of it.

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lovelacegsl · 3 years

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Hi! Are you still accepting amy Laurie fic prompts? If you are can you do 127. I'm tired of pretending?

I'm sorry this took me so long but anyways here it is, I've been terribly drained from inspiration but I managed to pull this out. Hope you like it! Also this is from the universe tolerate it where Amy married Fred and Jo married Laurie out of desperation!

Being married to Fred Vaughn has brought her wealth, security and a title, she should have every reason to be elated, her twelve year old self would be very proud, Amy consoled herself with the thought more often than not. She was surrounded by beautiful gowns and perfectly trimmed silk ribbons and surrounded by beautiful balls and perfect dinners and a handsome husband who so clearly loved her.

Her life was perfect, but Laurie was right, too much perfection becomes dull and boring too soon but she suck up to it and plastered her best smile when Fred carried her to his fuzzy English state. Sometimes she even believed she was happy, when Fred tried and succeeded to make her laugh, or when he complimented her art or her dress. Though those are superficial compliments, where Laurie would have complimented her cunning eye for capturing a landscape just right. For capturing an emotion just right.

She was surprised to say the least, when Fred mentioned visiting her family in Concord, it's been almost over a year since they married and moved to London. Who would have thought that all she dreamed as a girl could make her so unhappy? The thought was bitter but familiar, she was already used to it.

“That would be lovely, Fred,” Amy said trying to hide her smile and her fear and all the emotions bottling up inside her.

The Laurences offered a room in Plumfield for them, for the time of their visit which would be shortly of one month, she would love to move there and help Meg with her children now that John was gone, but she thought it was fine with helping her financially. She knew it was not fine, at least not emotionally. At least things were how they were supposed to be, weren't they? Jo and Laurie married, she and some fine European gallant they always expected her to find. She couldn't wait to go home, where there wouldn't be any nagging eyes pressuring for answers as to why she wasn't pregnant yet. She didn't knew either, maybe from lack of trying, she had maneuvered the ability of sucking Fred's cock for when he was hard and insistent against her, he never bothered to ask for more when she was finished and swallowed his fluids.

Her family received her with open arms, the first stop was Meg's house where she gave the twins gifts and sweets she brought from London, Meg almost cried when she saw her youngest sister and Amy could only hold on for dear life at her sister. Orchard House was just the same, the same old, small house but still filled her with the dreary feeling of regret, Marmee's face filled with compassion and somewhat small disappointment, Amy did not care anymore, she'd been use to it since she was young. Her father looked older, too, his eyes had more wrinkles. Jo was never one for holding big dinners or parties or balls, Meg had offered herself to organize some kind of gathering in Plumfield for her and Fred, Amy was glad at least to have all her family gathered. Her heart plummeted when she saw Laurie's mop of hair but she ignored it.

“Jo! Jo!” Amy yelled, her heart filling itself with long forgotten fondness and love for the sister she most fought with, Jo looked away from her garden and pulled herself upright, laughing and greeting her with the most beautiful smile Amy's ever seen in her face before Amy pulled her in a hug, she never thought seen Jo would get her in such a good mood since she, after all, married Laurie, she could see Fred engaging himself in an amiable conversation with Laurie.

“Laurie,” Amy said and he smiled at her, they were, after all, siblings weren't they? He pulled her in a hug and she allowed herself to bury her face in his collarbone for a minute before pulling back. He smelled of wood and clean laundry and it made her heart ache.

She didn't slept that first night, the memories that haunt her were too much to bear, the place was too familiar and she wondered if Laurie ever thought of her there, this place that used to be hers and Laurie's, once in a long time ago was now Jo's and Laurie's. She woke up in the middle of the night wrapped in Fred's big, strong arms, he was too warm for her to bear so she stood up and stretched silently walking downstairs to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Her eyes filled with some tears when she remembered herself and Laurie eating strawberries in there, alone and laughing, him doing his best to be a distraction for her.

She started to wander through the big, old house, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from groaning at the changes her sister had done. It was a school now, so it was a very possibility that it would change, the change was unwelcome in Amy's eyes. She only hoped for the drawing room to be the same, where she would draw Laurie and he would play the piano for her, she missed him, so much it ached her ribs, they never talked about what had happened between them. His half heartedly confession to her that dreary afternoon, that one day she didn't followed his confession out of anger, that one day he married Jo. She didn't wanted to talk to him but, almost as if she manifested him, he was there as soon as she walked in

“Amy,” Laurie said in surprise as she stepped in the drawing room, she opened her lips for a minute and swallowed when his mind caught up on what she was wearing, which was a red silk robe on top of her nightgown.

“My apologies, I thought it was empty in here,” Amy said wrapping her arms around herself and he nodded “I'll just go,” She nodded and started to back away.

“No, stay, I don't mind,” Laurie said but he hadn't looked up from the piano, she sat down in the couch there and stared at him, those same dark eyes that used to admire her in Paris, when she was the only thing that kept his attention. She longed for those days, where she slung her arm across Laurie's crook of his elbow and walked around Paris like it was theirs, and it was, where he used to read to her and she would sketch him, where they would gossip at balls.

“I-We have missed you Amy, the town isn't the same without the frolicsome sister,” Laurie said cutting the silence, she looked up at him, her hands fidgeting with her robe.

“A lot of things aren't the same,”Amy answered softly and he finally looked up from the piano keys, she's never seen him look older.

“You're right, it feels as though it was centuries ago that I visited you here everyday,” Amy nodded and fixed her gaze on the floor

“Where's Jo?” Amy asked instead and looked up when he didn't answered, he shrugged and she nodded lifting her eyebrows “I've missed you too,” Amy allowed herself to say and he looked at the floor. He looked like he was swallowing words.

“You have everything you always hoped for, don't you?” Laurie asked finally and she sighed heavily.

“I suppose so, and so do you,” Amy said because it was true, it was never the plan to marry the other, it had been a change she had never allowed herself to hope, a universe where Laurie loved and desired and wanted her. When it happened she was wholly unprepared and messed everything up. How weird everything was, having everything you always wanted only to realize you didn't wanted it anymore.

“I suppose,” Laurie murmured and stood up from his seat in front of the piano, she knew this was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She wanted to be selfish, just like Jo always described her as. He sat down next to her in the couch though in the other corner, far away from her. It felt like a whole ocean was between them, she thought it might have been better not coming at all, being so close to Laurie was making her blood sing, she wanted to scream and kiss him, slap him and make him bury himself inside of her. She would never, though, nor Jo nor Fred deserved such thing.

She knew things weren't ideal with himself and Jo, Meg had written about it to her.

'𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘈𝘮𝘺, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱'

'𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮'

“How is... how is London?” Laurie asked “I've talked to Jo about visiting you, but it's a little hectic around here,” Laurie said fixing his gaze on her face. 𝘈𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭, she wanted to say but occupied herself explaining her new, big house, detailing the balls she went to and how she did brought those sweets he had written to her. His eyes looked at her attentively, and she tried to ignore it. “It's good talking to you again Laurie,” Amy concluded and he nodded looking at the floor, the air was too uncomfortable and tense.

“Do you think, you could like, stay here longer?” Laurie asked with hope and she smiled brushing a strand of his hair off his forehead and shook her head

“Fred has to go back to work,” Amy said although she did wanted to stay.

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, Amy, I'm so tired you wouldn't understand,” Laurie said closing his eyes harshly, it took her unprepared once again. She thought they've both put it behind them.

“I never thought you were doing a fine job either anyways,” She teased and he gave her a tight smile at last, reaching to hold her hand, it made a spike run through her spine.

“We were never the best at those plays, were we?”

“No,” Amy said with a small laugh, he smiled back and it looked more sincere than all of his smiles and before she could stop him, stop it. His lips found hers, she didn't pulled back but didn't deepened it for a minute, her heart fluttered in her chest and he kissed her so slowly it made her head cloud with fog and it made her want to sob. Her hand fisted in his hair and kissed back, desperately, she resisted the urged to put herself in his lap and moaned when his lips drifted to her neck “We can't, we can't Laurie,” He ignored her and kissed the spot behind her ear and his fingers traced her breasts, she arched herself into his touch and clamped her thighs together to reign in her desire, she never knew it could be like that. He pulled back from her and she stared at his flushed cheeks, his toussled hair, his red lips.

“I'm sorry,” He whispered and she nodded pulling back completely and biting her lip to keep herself from sobbing, she leaned her head in his shoulder and felt him press a kiss to her forehead.

“I'm sorry Laurie, I'm sorry for marrying Fred,” Amy whispered at least and his arm wrapped her shoulders.

“It's fine,” Laurie said at last and she sighed when he pulled back. He reached inside the pocket of his nightgown. A ring.

“It was my grandmother's,“ Laurie said, a beat “Jo... never wanted it, she said it's too much for her,” Amy's eyes prickled with tears, she took the ring from his fingers and ached to slid it in her finger.

“It's lovely,” Amy murmured with a lump in her throat as she examinated it, she tried to return it but he shook his head.

“I know you can't wear it, but I though, maybe for... someday,” He murmured making her look up from the ring.

“Thanks Laurie,” She chose to put it in the pocket of her nightdress instead “Maybe, someday,” He nodded and smiled sadly, his eyes expressing sadness, hope, tiredness. He closed them for a second and instead of saying anything else, she bent down and pressed another kiss to his lips which he accepted heartily.

She clings to the promise like a lifetime, and she knows Laurie does too, they found each other once, they'll do it again.

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queer-francis · 4 years

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Frank Morrison x Reader (part 2)

((Sorry for the horrendously long wait, I’ve been busy and then I’ve been unmotivated, yikes. But it was worth it ;) ))

(tw: blood play, dubcon, knife play, exhibitionism, humiliation, slight degradation, slight breeding kink, slight daddy kink, choking)

You were sitting at the campfire. It had been two weeks since your last Trial with Frank, and you didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Your hand subconsciously touched over where his knife had bitten deep within you- right next to your heart. Something cracked next to you and you jolted on the fallen log you had been sitting on. You heard a breathy laugh, and next to you plopped Meg. She smiled apologetically, brushing a few auburn strands from her freckled face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” she said sheepishly, then bit her lip and looked back to the fire.

When she spoke again, her voice was much softer- full of regret as she picked at her fingernails, “I’m… I’ve been meaning to apologize. That match with the Legion. I saw when he knocked you down, but I… I ran away instead of trying to help you. I was a coward, I’m so-”

You cut her off with an awkward laugh, not able to meet her eyes as you waved a hand dismissively, “Hey, it’s fine. He mostly just monologued and shit talked about how I don’t need to fuck with him like I did the match before. I, ah, did my best to keep him talkin’ so you guys would have time to finish the gens. He killed me once the exit gates went off and you all left. I think his plan was to mori me the whole time.”

Meg still had a guilty look on her face and toyed with the tail of her braid, but after a few more moments of reassurance, she started to smile again and looked relieved, like that had been weighing heavily on her mind.

After a few more moments of casual conversation, the dark fog around the edges of the forest surrounding the campfire thickened, and soon it overtook your vision. Your heart skipped a beat in fear as it always did when this happened. You took a steadying breath, clenching your fists. You opened your eyes again, standing now as your surroundings came into view. You were back at the campfire, but not. This was the one only four survivors at a time went to, and it felt more like a sacrificial bonfire than anything.

The first thought you had was about Frank, hoping he was the killer again, and you violently pushed it back down, though you still felt the thought lingering in the back of your mind. Yearning.

You spent a few quick moments strategizing with your friends, keeping your voices hushed to keep the killer lurking just out of view from being able to hear you. You had the strangest sensation that whoever it was, their eyes were fixated on you, and you suppressed a shiver. You forced yourself to focus back on what Dwight was saying. All too soon that same swirling mist kicked back up and you were met with darkness once more.

When your vision cleared once again, you found yourself in Léry's, and you fought off a wave of nausea. This place always gave you the fucking creeps with the static TVs and the muted, ghostly wails of previous inhabitants. You looked around you to get your bearings, then began to walk down one of the long halls and doing your best to stick to the shadows. The telltale sounds of mechanical cranks and whirring had you slipping through an opened window carefully, and you landed quietly next to Dwight, joining him on the gen he was working on. He looked up from the gen just long enough to give you a small, tight smile. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his forehead and he got back to business.

It was almost finished when you felt your heartbeat pickup, rapidly in the way that suggested quick movement, and Dwight clenched his jaw and said, "Stay here, it's almost done. I'm going to go distract the killer." There wasn't time to protest, and besides- he had a medkit, he would be fine as long as he could get away quickly enough. You did as you were told, trusting in your teammate, and he was off, leaping through the window and making as much noise as he could without being too obvious about it to lead them away. The amount of time here in The Fog seemed to have strengthened his bravery, you noted, as when you first came here, he had still been a coward at heart.

Just as the generator's lights went off though, you heard Dwight's yelp as he was struck. You were already bolting in the opposite direction he had run, though, and had a decent head start. The burst of speed had been just enough to get you to a pallet, and you turned just in time to slam it right into a lunging Legion. His masked face smacked into the side of the wall, and surprisingly, the mask cracked, a few shards of it falling to the ground. You were as surprised as he was, and when he turned back to you, his only visible eye was gleaming with malice.

Frank's lips twisted into a sinister grin to match the other half of his mask, and he wiped the blood from his nose, never breaking his eye contact with you, and he growled out a single word.

"Run."

You didn't hesitate. Even though you still remembered the way he had kissed you, held you, last time, part of you knew if the hot headed redhead got ahold of you now there wouldn't be any gentle touches. No, that didn’t seem to be on his mind right now. Right now? He was thirsty for blood. Your blood. Or so you thought. He forced you to loop him around a window and a new palette for long enough for him to have regained enough stamina to lose himself in another frenzy, making a mad dash at you, slashing you across the side of your ribs, then bolting away to where undoubtedly the other survivors were. It… left you feeling weird. Before you could think too much longer on it, a soft whimper behind you alerted you to Dwight.

You turned with a little smile, and he said with a raised eyebrow, “Uh, you’re bleeding out. Are you… not wanting to mend in any reason in particular?”

You flushed and said, “A-ah, no I just broke Frank’s mask. I guess I was still surprised about it.”

He looked impressed, then motioned for you to come closer. He patched you up as best as he could, and you returned the favor, though you didn’t have any medical supplies with you. Once you two were good to go, he led you down the long, freezing hall. You normally didn’t mind the cold, but you swore the Entity made the cold feel… sharper… just to fuck with you and the other survivors. Dwight looked back at you, his teeth chattering a little bit, and he quietly pointed at the other generator he had found- presumably during his chase. In the distance you heard the telltale sound of another gen popping, the electrical hum of the old building increasing as more power was fed to the exit gates. As the two of you started working on this last one together with Dwight whispering hushed encouragement, you thought it was… incredibly odd how no one had actually been placed on a sacrificial hook yet, or even hurt badly enough to be man-handled to a hook to begin with. What was he up to?

Dwight noticed your lapse in attention to the gen, and he hissed, “Focus.”

You murmured an apology, but still couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Frank was up to something particularly nasty.

The Trial continued like that, though. He made an appearance for just long enough to hit everyone badly enough to keep them on their toes, and would disappear again. Finally, you finished the last generator with Meg who gave you a victorious smile. “This was an easy one, thank God for that,” She said as the two of you ran for a door together.

“A little too easy. I have a bad feeling about this,” You admitted, your stomach in knots.

Just as you said something, you heard the gnarled cry of Bill as he went down. You came to a dead stop, looking around frantically for his aura. You saw it for a split second before he was picked up, and Meg took off after him, a determined look on her face as she instructed you to work on opening the door. Your hands trembled as you yanked the lever down, the crackle of sparking electricity making you feel even queasier. You looked behind you as you heard the distant wail of Bill being hooked, and your stomach sank as you saw where he was. The basement. You didn’t want to open the door completely and start the Collapse before everyone was safe, so you waited until the third light popped on and headed to the basement. Meg and Dwight were probably already trying to figure out a way to get Bill out safely, but you knew he was just bait. He went down so quickly, after all. That meant one thing.

A hex totem.

You hurriedly searched for it, knowing Bill’s- and Dwight’s and Meg’s- survival depended on it. Soon, one scream followed another, and you knew that they had been downed. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you searched frantically. The thought ‘fuck we’re all gonna die we’re all gonna die trying to save each other’ kept playing through your head, and you nearly cried in relief when you heard the dead giveaway of crackling. The totem. You knelt down in front of it and began undoing the intricate series of knots that kept the macabre thing of bones and skulls together. The fire in the dead center of it kept burning your fingers, making it a slow process, and just as you were about to undo the last knot, a hand shot out and yanked you off of it. Your own scream pierced through the swirling mists and dark corridors. You had been so focused on breaking it that you hadn’t even noticed Frank coming up behind you, but now he had your full attention. You kicked and beat your fists against his back, cursing and yelling at him. Your heart sank when you saw how fast he was walking, almost at a jog, and how tight his grip was. This wasn’t going to be easy.

All too soon he was walking down the stairs to the basement, and you saw the despair on your friends’ faces when they realized you weren’t going to be able to perform another miracle as you had before. You let out a sharp oof as Frank dropped you unceremoniously to the floor, and your heart beat faster. Why wasn’t he sacrificing you? Wha-

“Hey what the fuck?!” You shouted as he sat down over your hips and started cutting off pieces of your clothes, panic making you squirm.

“What? You don’t want to give your friends a show before they die? They’re all gonna find out about us sooner or later,” He crooned, purposefully digging his blade into the flesh of your back as he finished cutting off your shirt. He leaned down and nipped at your ear, drawing a whine from you as he growled, “I’m gonna fuck you like this, and they’re gonna watch, and you? You’re gonna like it. You’re gonna moan good for me just like you did last time, slut.”

He emphasised his point by rolling his hips against your ass, groaning softly at the friction. You couldn’t bear to look up at your team- your friends- watching in horror as he started cutting and ripping through the fabric of your pants and underwear. You couldn’t meet their eyes because you knew how much you’d been wanting this, wanting his hands on you like this again, to feel his knife grazing your skin. A thrill of excitement and humiliation washed over you as he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, then reached down and around you and closed his fist around your throat, yanking you up and backwards. You were naked in front of them, and you felt… so aroused from it.

“F-Frank… please… not like this,” You gasped softly, tears welling in your eyes. “Not while they’re watching.”

He tsked softly and used his other hand to pull off and toss the broken remains of his mask to the floor in front of you.

“You think you can pull a stunt like that and get away with it? Don’t be a fucking dumbass,” He said, his tone chiding. “Besides, you fuckin’ like it. Just like how you rode me last time and let me breed you like that, heh. Betcha you guys didn’t know your friend here was such a willing whore, huh?”

He angled himself properly before snapping his hips up into you, drawing a loud coo from your lips. Frank’s pace was slow and rough, putting as much power behind each thrust as he could without breaking you, making you see stars. You spread your thighs a little more, letting him reach deeper and he let out a low moan of approval as he fully sheathed himself within you. He squeezed a little more tightly around your throat, his coarse bandages scraping against your skin, and he trailed his knife teasingly over your chest, down your abdomen, and to your groin. He reveled in the fear and arousal he tasted on your skin as he bit into your shoulder, moaning and whispering how hot you were when you cried.

“P-please s-st-sto- ah,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, your mouth hanging open and your head lolling back as he ignored your half-hearted pleas and changed angles.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He asked as he lifted his mouth off of your shoulder, and you could feel blood dripping down over your chest from where his sharp teeth had sunk in deep. “You want me to stop?”

Before you could respond, he pulled out of you, and you let out a cry of protest. It was cut off by him slamming your face down into the grimy cement floor- not hard enough to knock you out, just enough to stun you. He then shifted and lifted your hips up into the air and eased back into you with a sigh of contentment.

“Since when have I ever listened when you’ve said no?” He asked mockingly.

He raised his freehand high in the air before bringing it down over your ass with a loud smack. You jolted, clenching hard around him with a wail, and he gasped at the sudden tightness. He cursed and did it again and again until you were a quivering mess on the floor, your backside decorated in bright red handprints as he changed pace and started drilling into you. You were so close, eyes glazed over with pain and pleasure, and you were faintly aware of someone’s final screams followed by a sickening thunk and the sound of blood splattering onto the floor. Bill’s body was carried upwards into the spiraling spindly arms of the Entity, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. All that mattered to you right now was the hard, throbbing cock pounding into you, and the knife that was still caressing over your skin.

You reached your climax as Dwight’s body was lifted upwards, and Frank didn’t let you come down from your high, brutally fucking into you with every ounce of strength he had. If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn he’d entered into a frenzy, and it was all you could do to scream and mewl his name. You could tell he was getting close himself though, with how his hips started to shudder. He reached down again and grabbed a handful of your hair and jerked you up again, letting gravity carry your body roughly down onto him.

“Mm, baby, tell your little friend how much you love my cock,” He commanded, and you could hear the feral grin in his voice.

“A-ah, fu-uck no!” You cried out, sniffling as he started to slow ever so slightly. You didn’t want to admit that out loud, no matter how much it was true.

“Do it or I won’t cum inside of you,” he snarled, jabbing the blade of his dirty knife into your hip.

You sobbed, and he pulled on your hair to make you look up at Meg who was still struggling with the Entity’s sharp talons.

“I-I… I love his cock,” You said weakly, and he twisted the blade inside of you, spurring you onwards. “I w-want every Trial t-to be against Frank, just s-so I can feel him ins-side me again- ah, Daddy, YES!”

You felt your face flush bright red at that slip up, but he had thrust in just right, and you could feel your mortification grow as he chuckled. He panted hard, and with a final slap from his hips against yours, you were filled with his warm, wet, sticky seed. You felt… so pathetic with how easily he’d manipulated you into that, and you watched as Meg was impaled and carried off, that look of disgust still in her dead eyes.

“They’ll hate you now,” Frank taunted once he’d caught his breath, and he pulled your body flush against his, your back pressing against his leather jacket. “I’m gonna be all you have, doll.”

He pressed soft kisses against your jaw as his hands roamed over your bloody and well used body. After a few moments, he let you drop back to the floor, stood, and stuffed himself back into his pants before picking you up again. He didn’t carry you over his shoulder as he normally did, and instead held you bridal style as the two of you roamed through the halls. He seemed to be looking for something, and he hummed as he- and you- heard the sound of the hatch.

“Don’t worry, babe, Daddy’ll take good care of you,” he smirked, laughing as you looked away from him.

He pressed a firm kiss against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t help the soft moan as you kissed back. He was right, you accepted grimly. The others would hate you after this, and he dropped you into the hatch, sending you off with a wink.

You really hoped you’d see him again next Trial.

#frank morrison x reader #mind the warnings #dbd

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masarapnaloyalpa101 · 4 years

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1-15 bunso. :)

1) Sexuality? straight female

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? gusto ko siya si the one

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. walang book dito sorry :(

4) What do you think about most? life after death

5) What does your latest text message from someone else say? Angie ingat kayo hahaha sa gc namin yan

6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on? with clothes

7) What’s your strangest talent? ahmmm may talent ba ko? hahaha kumain lang alam ko eh hahaha

8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)

Girls and boys selling lanterns on the street hahahaha kanta na pala

9) Ever had a poem or song written about you? yep

10) When is the last time you played the air guitar? kanina hahaha tinutogtog ko kasi yung My Chemical Romance - Welcome To The Black Parade ahaha.

11) Do you have any strange phobias?wala naman po

12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? wala pa naman hahaha

13) What’s your religion? christian

14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? kumain, mag lakad habang nag cp tapos gala with besties hahaha

15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?infront bida bida ko eh hahahah joke gusto ko yung behind na lang para lowkey hahahaha.

Thank you ate meg ^_^ miss you.

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irageneveart · 5 years

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If everyone in Mystic Messenger played DBD, which character would they play? 👀👀👀

omg you hit the right button hahaha. thank you for this request anony!!! everything under the cut like always, I hope you enjoy 🧡

RFA + BONUS Playing Dead by Daylight

ZEN

games? why would he play games in his free time instead of running or going to gym or spending time with his babe

also please don’t forget he has a vintage PC from 20 years ago or older. that shit doesn’t run DBD. or anything

when Seven and Yoosung got the game and tried to make everyone to play, they gifted a laptop to Zen. that’s it Zen you have no excuse now

the only times he’s playing it it’s when they call him of a Survive with Friends

after a brief look through the free options he gets David, that’s a strong man that surely will survive

Zen is picking the game mechanics pretty well and there’s no panic when the heartbeat goes crazy, but he isn’t getting well with the technology behind it

“GODDAMMIT I WANTED TO GO LEFT, who puts the down button between left and right???” the down button jdksdjkfsbfksf

he has survivor rank 16, doesn’t play enough to get them up

he tried killer too, and somehow he did a perfect 4k with Anna, a strong and beautiful woman suited for himself no babe of course you’re more beautiful

he felt proud but trying a second time he got destroyed. never again

YOOSUNG

whenever he gets some money to spare he buys the next DLC in line

survivor main, all of them are lvl 50. but he jungles between rank 3 and 2, can’t go higher but doesn’t get lower either

he’s that Claudette that helps everyone. you’re hooked, you have Yoodette nearby. you’re in the basement, after the killer left a wild Yoodette gets out of a locker and unhooks you. for just how long have you been there???

his perks are team oriented, he’s pro at taking hits for his teammates and gets some nice last moment rescues

also if there’s a hex on the map Yoosung is your man, somehow he always finds them

doesn’t play killer very often, mostly for dailies. but his go to would be The Legion, Frank or Joey. there’s something about them bad boys that he’ll never be and he enjoys the chase and tracking downed survivors after failed mending

JAEHEE

she wouldn’t have time or energy to play

“MC…please, stop looking at me like that. Of, you really want me to play don’t you?”

alright she’s playing

she started as survivor at everyone’s suggestion, and after reading every survivor’s perks she’s ready to go in with Feng Min. great skill checks, good strategy, she did almost all the gens by herself and rescued almost all of them from the hook, while she only has been hooked once the entire game

one girl army

however she didn’t look like she was having fun

“I’m saving people and getting the job done daily at work, MC” wow ok someone save her

one day you tell her to take on your trial, you had to go *somewhere*

killer, The Pig. how hard can it be

when you come back to the screen all your points were maxed out, 2 pips and everybody was praising the killer in the end game chat

??? another reason not to mess with Jaehee

JUMIN

“What is the purpose of this game?”

it’s…just a game. you play it to have fun. what purpose you want

he starts out by playing SwF with MC, Seven, Yoosung and Zen. usually Seven is the killer, sometimes MC, but after Zen complained so many times why does he have to be in team with the trust-fund-kid, Jumin had a better idea

“Do you want me to chase you instead?” lhfjlfkhfllyf

he wanted to read the lore of every killer before choosing one. how can one choose his partner if he doesn’t know their background?

he ends up going with The Trapper. ex CEO in line, wanted to be like his father so much he mass killed a bunch of coworkers. he understands the story. juju what

after a brief explanation of the controls and everything, Jumin is destroying everyone in the first 10 min. perfectly placed traps, he always guesses where the survivors are hiding and on which gen they’re working

“Why I cannot pick this killer?” well,Ju, they’re DLCs, you have to buy–

all of them are bought. for MC too

He also plays Michael, his quiet self combined with The Shape make the perfect jump scares and mind game chases

SAEYOUNG

rank 1 on both survivors and killers, all of them are 50 and he also knows top secret details about the upcoming DLC that no one even knows it exists yet

damn you

as survivor he’s the joker of the team. you can’t catch him, he’s like vanishing mid chase. hatch escapes and flashlight saves are his speciality and somehow he always has brand new part on his toolboxes

also expect him to bring the killer on your head only because he’s a troll but he’ll make up for it later

as a killer he loves playing The Doctor, laughing together with Herman with every electrocuted target, but he also plays The Spirit or The Hag

he’s on the entire map, playing against him is literally nerve wracking

BONUS

VANDERWOOD

plays both survivor and killer

as a survivor even if you can’t hear him you know he’s nagging. you failed a skill check? you see Jake turning towards you

since Darkness Among Us went live expect to see a judgemental Jeff from behind a wall when you miss that killer stun too

he has great calls and if he points you to go somewhere you better do it

usually loses because he tries to get everyone to escape

his rank is higher as killer than survivor, and he likes to play killers like The Cannibal or The Wraith, efficient in downing down survivors but also that requires some strategy. he also likes playing The Hag for that wonderful Devour Hope

killing that t-bagging Meg by his own hand is his guilty pleasure

SAERAN

killer main, although every character is maxed out

if he plays survivor he’s the most lone wolf survivor you have ever seen.

and he plays Laurie or Nea

you toxic lil shit

as a killer he likes those like The Hag and The Clown, cause he likes imagining all of the survivors being grossed out and screaming in fear

he mains The Legion for a reason he won’t tell you, not even if you guess. “I just do.” it’s all you get

likes to play around the basement and watch the survivors die one after the other trying to rescue their friends

saeran are you ok lol

V is the perfect Dwight main. he’s nice to have around but he’s pretty bad on his own lmao

he’s more into altruistic and chases type of survivor than objective one, he rarely completes generators

he loves doing totems tho, there isn’t any HEX on the map but he needs to do that one last totem

the one that always writes “good game” at the end of the game, even if he died first and he had to wait the entire game to finish

while in SwF somehow he’s never on the same side of the map with the rest and when they question where he is he suddenly appears just to get hooked, tunneled and to die

i’m a bitch sorry

he likes the game tho and is happy RFA found something to do together aside work

RIKA

yes she plays it too, tho not with RFA. she heard about it from a letter from Yoosung so she tries it herself. maybe one day they’ll get in the same lobby

she read everyone’s story and she felt deeply sorry for The Nurse. needless to say she’s her main

sometimes if there are DCs or people die too fast, she’s letting the last survivor to escape

if she’s feeling particularly melancholic she’ll just let everyone farm and escape

she doesn’t write in the end game chat but secretly waits few seconds, waiting to see the survivors’ reactions. leave a “gg” in the chat and she’s beaming

she can’t play it daily, and wouldn’t tell her psychiatrist she has it on her laptop, but it’s a nice outlet to spend her free time

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sexyrasputin · 5 years

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this is set in the future and is not about the current sword thunder situation I'm supposed to be writing

"Ray, I love you, I do, but this is a bad idea even for you," Atticus grumbled. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's shoulders, watching as she hacked the system to change her grade on the recent English paper. Maybe she should have gone for hacker instead of spy, but why choose when she could usually do both? Having an oldest brother as a hacker really did come in handy when she wanted to learn dubious skills.

"And yet you're doing nothing to stop me, babe," Ravyn shot back, eyes focused on her laptop.

"That's because we both know you can't be stopped, only nagged at. Anyways, how'd you even fail an English paper? Writing is your specialty. You do it for all of us." Ace had a point; Ravyn did the writing for herself, Cal, Torin sometimes, her boyfriend sometimes, and she used to do it for Vik back when she was sleeping with him. She sometimes even helped Meg out in a pinch. Alice was the only truly self-sufficient student in her circle of friends.

"Because Tori and Cal are both disasters and I made the mistake of trying to help the people I care about for once instead of laughing in their faces. You know me, they're my weakness." Atticus nodded knowingly. Ravyn had never liked Torin's lovers in the past, and the same went for Cal. Especially when they took turns hooking up with Vik's sister when they were on the outs. But when she finally got Cal and Torin together, Ravyn had actually started to care. They were good for each other, and as the two closest things she had to actually decent human beings as brothers, Ray cared about them probably too much.

"But you always make time for English. So how'd you get a 41 on this paper?" Ace clearly wasn't going to be happy with any of her pseudo answers, so she tore her eyes from the screen to face him.

"I had to comfort a weeping Excalibur all night for three nights in a row and make sure that he didn't drink himself to death because of the horrible man who calls himself his father will never accept who Cal loves. Oh, and then Torin needed driven home from the bar so I had to hijack my brother's car without his permission and go pick a wasted Tori up. Then, throw in the fact that I've been hard at work trying to pass my other more important assignments that I'm not as naturally skilled at, and the assignment I thought would be easiest never got finished." Ravyn's hard breathing gave away her repressed anger and worry, earning a concerned sigh from her boyfriend.

"Love, please take care of yourself, too." He placed a kiss to her forehead, earning a pout.

"But that's what you're here for. That's why I don't like it when you go on missions because I have to rely on the completely unreliable couple I call my best friends." He gave her a flat look.

"Ravyn."

"Atticus." She returned his look.

"You really need to learn how to take care of yourself and actually deal with things," Ace chided caringly.

"Says the boy who couldn't talk to me for three weeks when you thought I didn't feel the same way." His face flattened even further at her reminder.

"Shut up and get back to changing your grade already, why don't you?"

For the first time all night, Ravyn laughed out of entertainment, and followed her boyfriend's advice. She really did love her angel, even if she didn't tell him nearly enough.

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emilyplaysotome · 6 years

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Chapter 20 - Hard Choices

Catch up on all Chapters here: http://emilyplaysotome.tumblr.com/post/173554646607/down-the-voltage-rabbit-hole-the-sequel-master

It was nearly impossible to concentrate at work considering the morning I’d just had. Here I was, supposed to be excited about seeing Zyglavis and my heart kept aching at the thought of Hijikata.

On top of that I heard my own nagging negative ego spoken in Meg’s voice echoing my head, playing devil’s advocate.

“Why do you even care about either of them? If you weren’t so insecure you’d try to find something real instead of falling into the same otome traps over and over again.”

I glanced up, through the glass walls of my office and looked at the activity beyond it.

Young men and women milled about, living their lives - no doubt dealing with all the difficulties this world presented while for the past few years I’d retreated into a fantasy land. I wondered how they’d been strong enough to do it. I wondered if it had been luck or perseverance that had brought them theoretical happiness and as I judged myself for having neither and not really trying these past few years.

In a sense, the games coming to life bled into my instinct to avoid “real” men in this world on apps or through other means. They provided a perfect excuse to erect walls around my heart and never leave seeing as how inside my world I happy and safe. Before I’d even landed in the otome-verse I’d used the games to avoid putting myself out there for years and so in a sense my prayers were answered when I’d been inexplicably thrust into this strange but familiar world.

However at this point in my life, I was being forced to ask myself what I really wanted.

I’ve never thought of myself as a cowardly person, but I’d recently come to realize how fearful I was in my personal life. I had a narrative that it never worked out with the people I liked, but when I thought back on who those people were I realized that these relationships were often doomed from the onset.

There was something about choosing people that deep down I knew would never be right as a way of protecting myself. This wasn’t about me having bad taste or liking the wrong things - it had to do with me running away from success and failure. Time and time again I reached for the man who was emotionally unavailable and when he disappeared it hurt, but not as much had been ready and decided to go with another.

In a way, dating and living within the otome world was no different and Meg had brought that to my attention. Both options kept me sheltered from putting myself out there in a meaningful way and thus, feeling the sting of rejection that came with someone knowing you for exactly who you are.

Yet, having lived this way for so many years it was going to be hard for me to just reject what they provided all of a sudden. Beyond being comfortable for me, it also felt hasty and when I really searched my feelings I couldn’t say honestly that the things these otome men made me feel were less real than what my experience might be with someone of this world.

If anything, it wasn’t about feelings or success or failure when it came to my current situation but this question of choice that Meg had harped on.

She had me questioning if it was possible to pursue a relationship with an otome man all the while understanding that the nagging voice in the back of my head might never be quelled? That years from now, should I marry and procreate with them would I wonder if for not this miracle if I would have been strong enough and worthy enough to find happiness with another...

“Naomi!”

The voice shook me from my thoughts and I saw a concerned looking Toma standing in front of me.

“Sorry - what’s up?”

“Are you alright? I was calling your name again and again...”

“Just thinking about stuff. Do you need something?”

Toma gave a brusque nod and slid an iPad over to me.

“Oh nice. The mockups look great.”

“Yeah, I worked with Cara and Roxie on the visuals. We have a few copy placement options for you to pick...A,B, or C.”

Toma flicked through the different layouts as he spoke. There were several options of each.

“More than a hotel,” had become our main tag and then depending on the image there was additional copy. “An exclusive fitness club for NYC VIP” was overplayed on an image of a boot camp happening on the roof, under the stars. “An oasis in the city” fell over images of the luxury spa - our option for Nee Yorkers who couldn’t necessarily afford a membership but wanted the occasional pampering. “A restaurant worthy of New York” showed off some of the delicacies from the flagship hotel eatery - mouthwatering images of truffle gnocchi with fresh chickpeas and perfectly presented filet, still tender with potato whip and garnish.

“Toma - these are amazing,” I finally said. “I defer the placement to what the team likes, but I’m leaning towards B if you really want my opinion.”

Toma brightened at my praise and retrieving the iPad said, “Us too.”

“Great! B it is. I’ll confirm with Anita what time the presentation tomorrow is but we’re in a great shape.”

“Are you sure?”

“What do you mean? Is there something you feel I’m missing?”

Toma flashed me an abashed smile and shook his head, “I just feel like there’s a catch...it’s not even lunch and we’re feeling good about this stuff. I’m used to a guaranteed late night before a presentation of this magnitude.”

I smiled and shrugged, thinking of my time at Addison & Rhodes and how often I saw the people around me putting in crazy hours.

“I don’t give feedback for the sake of feedback. If you feel like there’s more to do by all means, I won’t stand in your way. I love what the team has done though.”

Toma blushed a little at the mention of “love” and saw himself out, feeling good about being to relay such positive feedback to the others. With the knowledge that the LT Hotel account was in good shape, I tried to refocus on my other work that needed attention.

For a solid hour and a half I managed to put emotional blinders on and commit to my work and when I’d finished I realized that the clock read 3 pm and I’d forgotten to eat. On top of that, I grabbed my phone and saw that I had a missed call and voicemail from Terek Bishop, the NYPD officer who’d arrested Soryu.

I was curious as to why he’d be calling and put his voicemail on speaker in my office as I got ready to grab a quick bite.

“Hi Naomi, this is Terek Bishop of the NYPD. I got contacted by a Jin Namba who is trying to locate Soryu Oh and said he was working on your behalf. If you could give me a call back I’d like to discuss this with you directly rather than go through a proxy. Thanks.”

I figured Terek wanted to confirm that Namba was indeed working on my behalf so called Detective Bishop back immediately. When I did he advised me against working with a PI and informed me that he was concerned that our meddling might affect Soryu’s case.

He admitted to not knowing Soryu’s whereabouts but confidently relayed that he didn’t think he would pose any threat to me. Having missed his court date, Soryu was now a wanted man and would have a hard time flying under the radar let alone committing another crime.

“I understand and respect your desire for justice,” Detective Bishop said, completely unawares as to the real situation, “but please leave this matter in the hands of NYPD professionals.”

“But Mr. Namba is ex-NYPD!” I insisted. “He used to work at the TriBeCa precinct. If you don’t believe me you can ask Patrick Fitzgerald. He goes by ‘Fitzy’ - he’ll tell you there’s no better person to help you.”

There was a pause and I could tell Detective Bishop was slightly taken aback by my passion before he said, “Alright. Usually we advise against this but maybe we can figure something out. I’m doing this for you though…”

Perhaps I’d been around too many otome men the past couple of weeks but there was something that last statement that made me wonder if there was more to what he was saying. He agreed to talk to Jin so long as we didn’t get in the way or derail the NYPD’s investigation and we hung up shortly thereafter with a promise that he’d update me in a couple of weeks.

I didn’t think much of it, but figured I might as well stop by Jin’s office before picking up lunch just to let him know I’d spoken with Detective Bishop.

“What can I do you for little bird?” Jin asked plainly.

He was looking through various letters that littered the surface of his usually clean desk, sitting casually on the edge rather than his office chair.

“I wanted to let you know I spoke with Terek Bishop - the officer who arrested Soryu,” I said only a few steps in from the door, feeling as if I’d interrupted something.

“Ah yeah. I left a message for him.”

“He said he’d be willing to work with you so long as we didn’t get in the way. I guess Soryu skipped his court hearing so he’s in more trouble than I thought.”

Jin nodded at me and I instantly saw that there was something different about his demeanor today.

He was wearing a nicer dress shirt than usual, but he’d rolled the sleeves up and unbuttoned a few buttons making it feel less dressy than it actually was. The light blue of his shirt was complimented by fitted navy slacks, and resting on the corner of his desk was a folded up tie that he’d obviously removed before my arrival.

He didn’t seem as lighthearted as usual, and I couldn’t tell if this was about a different case or something personal but reading the room it made sense not to wear out my welcome.

I smiled at him and quickly said, “That’s all. I figured he’d be in touch soon but I might as well swing by.”

I turned to leave but Jin called out, “Hey wait. Can I ask you something?”

I paused and spun back around only to see him looking at me with a conflicted expression.

“Fitzy and I got lunch today and he asked me how it was going with all this,” he said gesturing between me and him. “I…how come you won’t tell me how we knew each other?”

The question was asked in earnest, but I was unsure how to answer it. He was clearly searching for something specific but I was unsure as to what that might be and I didn’t think the king would appreciate me telling him the truth.

I thought about the history we had back in his world, as well as the memories we’d made in mine. I thought about the last time together in the onsen, and the look on his face in the penthouse suite when I told him that I was choosing Zyglavis.

I kept returning to this idea of choice that the spirit of Meg had been torturing me with, and how it felt that out of all of the men Jin always had the emotional maturity to make it clear that he always choose me - no matter how free his will actually was.

Not wanting him to hear I’d broken his heart time and time again, I felt like all I could do was smile and say, “Someone once told me it’s best to let memories return as they’re meant to, but if there’s something specific you want to know and if I can help I’m happy to try.”

It was obvious by the way he looked at me that he could see through me. His eyebrow twitched slightly and with a scoff he said, “This city is filled with beautiful women, you know?”

Unsure as to what he was getting at I stood uncomfortably near the door and nodded. He ran his fingers through his hair as he spoke, and his movements made it all the more evident that his muscled physique was still very much intact from what I remembered back in the otome world.

“This weekend I went out with one - smart as a whip, sexy as hell, and kept throwing compliments my way the whole date.”

The comment took me completely off guard and left me taken aback to say the least.

This was the first time I’d heard about the secret lives of these otome men, now that they were away from me. If Jin was going out on dates I had to assume the others were as well. It was a strange thought that some woman unbeknownst to her would go out and not realize or understand who she was actually with.

It was selfish of me to feel possessive over them all when I’d made my choice all those months ago but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as he spoke. I did my best to hide what I was feeling from him but as a result I felt as if my smile was plastered on, and I was too afraid to move for fear he’d see how much the thought of him on a date bothered me.

“Yet the whole time I was with her I was thinking - why do I feel so indifferent about her...about this? She was everything anyone would ever want from a partner. When we said goodbye, she kissed me and I was surprised at how little I felt. I’m a man, you know? Most men are wolves.”

He said the last bit in a tone that I was more familiar with. He was flirting with me, being playful and goading me to see what my reaction would be. I responded by daring not to move as he continued speaking.

“And then today at lunch Fitzy brought you up and ever since I can’t shake the nagging feeling that...well, that I was never indifferent about you.”

The way Jin delivered that statement made me momentarily weak at the knees.

It was self-assured, fearless, and direct in a way that provided the type of validation any woman would want. No matter what I may have felt about him he was secure enough to let me know that his feelings were steadfast and true. It took real bravery and a complete lack of ego to say such a thing to a woman you barely knew and hardly remembered and it made me recall why I’d been so drawn to him in the otome world.

This was a man in the truest sense to me and under his direct gaze I felt as if I owed him some sort of transparency shy of the whole story.

“You’re right. You never were.”

“Then?”

“I was engaged.”

“Was?”

I nodded, my eyes finally falling from his.

“I see.”

I found the silence that followed that statement to be awkward but couldn’t find the right words to say. As I struggled to form a reply I failed to notice that Jin had gotten up from his desk, and gently taking my hand said, “So I guess this is the part where I go for it, eh Little Bird?”

He lifted my hand to his lips, and gently placed a kiss on my ring finger.

“Jin…”

He gently lowered my hand back to my side, and placed his hand on my waist. Gazing into my eyes our faces drew closer together until his passed my lips and instead came close to my ear as he whispered, “Oh no. I’m not that easy. If you want me, you need to choose me.”

Choose.

There was that word again.

I stood stunned, frozen and stammering as he pulled away, chuckling as he took a seat behind his desk.

“I’m a PI Naomi Lee. I know everything that I could know right now…and while I’d love to take you right here on my desk and pleasure you until you can’t think straight, I don’t mess around with women who juggle men the way you’ve been doing. Let me know when you’re done with all the others and I’ll consider taking you on the best date you’ve ever had in your life.”

My face must have been bright red, but Jin was no longer paying attention to me. Instead, his eyes were on the papers in front of him and he went back to work as I slinked out of his office and onto the street, realizing that choice was something that went both ways.

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I WANT TO VENT ABOUT YOUR OWN STORY IM VERY EMOTIONAL BECAUSE YOU WROTE MEGS DEATH TO BE SO MUCH MORE TRAGIC THAN IT ALREADY WAS OK YOU HAVENT EVEN PUBLISHED BECOMING III AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT MEG LET HER GUARD DOWN AND TRUSTED HIM BLINDLY AND WAS BETRAYED AND THEN HE FORGETS WHO SHE IS BUT SHE STILL LOVES HIM SO MUCH THAT SHE COMES BACK TAKES CARE OF HIM ANYWAY AND ((DIES)) EVEN THOUGH SHE ASSUMED HED NEVER SEE THE SIGNIFICANCE IM CRYIHGN

AHHHH! THANK YOU?!?!?! Please know I am still working on this grand monstrosity! @wanheda-winchester is my perfect, outstanding beta and has been ordered to nag me if I fall behind again. It will all be posted at once, when finally completed. I look forward to finishing it and can't wait to hear from you!!

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frustratedcastingdirector · 6 years

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The Times (UK) 10/16/2003

Alex O'Connell goes weak-kneed in the presence of Mark Ruffalo, the anti Hollywood star of In the Cut If there was such a thing as a textbook outsider, Mark Ruffalo would be one. Like Dostoevsky's Raskolnikov, Rilke's Malte Laurids Brigge and, well, Buffy, he is in a netherworld all of his own. Metaphorically speaking, Ruffalo sits on a park bench in the middle of an LA traffic island staring into the smog while most of Tinseltown is vrooming down the highways talking about their Japanese advertising campaigns and what happens if you smoke right after Pilates while on the Atkins. We meet in a hotel in Park Lane, in a suite which has more chintz than a Chelsea draper's. Still, Ruffalo cuts through the frills and fancy, like a pair of industrial shears. To be frank, the furnishings don't get a look-in. His face is soft and crumpled like a baby boxer, his hair is a pile of Italianate curls tousled to unstyled perfection, his eyes are the same lazy, deep brown as his pinstripes. On the soulless hotel interview circuit, Ruffalo is as refreshing as the cold shower I should be having. He doesn't try, he hasn't rehearsed answers, he doesn't care if he says something that might make his agent twitch. Give the man a part in one of the films of the year! (Oh, he's already got one.) A respected theatre actor and director in America but relatively unknown here, barring a star role in the playwright Kenneth Lonergan's film debut You Can Count on Me (2000), Ruffalo is about to ease into the mainstream. The Wisconsin boy has two movies out in the next few months, both in The Times bfi London Film Festival. The first, My Life Without Me, is a drama about a woman with a terminal illness, in which he stars alongside the Canadian actress Sarah Polley. The second, and the biggie, is Jane Campion's cop thriller, In the Cut, the festival's Opening Night Gala. Adapted from the novel by Susanna Moore, the film features Ruffalo as Malloy, a hard nut homicide detective who begins an affair with Frannie, an ethereal New York academic (Meg Ryan). While Malloy is out chasing killers, she's sticking Post-it Notes scrawled with her favourite words on the wall. Ryan is good. Ruffalo is even better as the cop whose incestuous cityscape consists of dives, crime scenes and the odd sweaty mattress. At 35, Ruffalo has taken long enough to get where he is. Partly it was bad luck, he says. Three years ago he was diagnosed with a brain tumour after he finished filming The Last Castle with Robert Redford. "It naturally slowed everything down," he says, in his old-world drawl. "It was taken out immediately and it was benign, but it was a year of being out of work and reassessing. When you're young and you start getting on as the 'hot new thing', you can lose sight of what you are doing it for, and I was starting to get a little disappointed with acting. It made me reassess. Also, they go in there and tinker and you feel like you'll never be the same and, quite frankly, I didn't know if I still had my talent after that." The script for In the Cut arrived eight months after his illness. Campion asked him to lunch and she gave him the good news between courses. Initially, he was concerned about how to make what could easily have been "just another cop role" his own. "We've seen this a thousand times, more, probably," he says, "and it's been done very well by many people." Eventually he located his point of real interest. "There is some part of Malloy that wants more from his class than just where he is at in life. There is some curiosity for fineness and beauty." Research involved trailing Manhattan's cop bars and knocking back whiskey with the guys. "It took a lot of bourbon and cigarettes to get to the point where people were actually being truthful." One of the most talked about elements in the film is the nude sex scene between him and Ryan, her first in a long career. It's erotic and integral. But, boy, wasn't that, well, a pressure? "It was never comfortable," he says, shifting in his chair. "When we had known each other for three months, it was still uncomfortable, people standing around all the time...I'm married ... "I mean, I was really nervous," he laughs, "and when you're nervous it's hard to affect, erm, confidence." Did you have a thing that you did? "A technique? Well, Jane gave me The Woman's Orgasm and a bunch of books and videotapes. At one point she tried to give me an anatomy lesson on the vagina, which frankly brings up all kinds of defensive feelings in a man: 'I know what I'm doing! Why are you telling me that? Let me show you!' And that was funny, seeing myself react like that." Did he read them? "Yes, I did read them. I definitely learnt." He admits that the film's unbalanced relationship dynamic (cop/academic) probably would not work in real life. Luckily Ruffalo has no such personal concerns, as he is married to an actress, Sunrise Coigney. It's fairytale stuff: he saw her in the street, knew she was The One, and had to figure out how to meet her. She has a small part in In the Cut. Ruffalo is unusual in that he is a Hollywood actor with a very definite life outside Hollywood. It has a lot to do with his background in theatre. After moving to San Diego at 13 he uprooted to LA at 18 to study at the Stella Adler theatre school. His big break was in Betrayed by Everyone, a chunk of This is Our Youth which was made into a one-act play at a festival in LA in 1995. There began his great friendship with its writer, Kenneth Lonergan, who later invited him to audition for This is Our Youth, his play about indulged youth in the 1980s. "Since then we've been close friends," Ruffalo says. "We were both struggling in the theatre and then we both did the film You Can Count on Me and it launched our careers." These days he runs an LA theatre company, Page 97, and has written a play and a film of his own. In fact he even turned down a bunch of big studio films, including a part in The Core, because, well, it just didn't suit. And of his considerable freezer of turkeys (he's been in 28 movies, most of them poor to dreadful) he is charmingly self-mocking. Houdini -the biopic? "That is good compared to some of them," he laughs. "I don't network, I see it as kind of crass. There is just this cliquey scene in LA. I don't think that casting directors ever discover anybody, they are just told about somebody by somebody else. I'm sure there are 1,000 people like me out there who have worked really hard and done the plays and the work that really counts, but there is a lot of hyperbole in LA and the focus is in getting to places where you can be seen and get 'famous' and then all the work follows." In fact recently he's even been working on a novel, called Him, which sounds like self-parody or The Outsider Pt 2. "It's about a man who doesn't fit into the modern world," he says with a smirk. Stage, screen, plays, novels, what's it going to be? Unless he makes his mind up, doesn't he risk turning into Ethan Hawke? He sighs, a deep Ruffalo sigh. "They're gonna throw dirt on you at the end of this game, man," he says. "And I don't think you can be too careful at the cost of your life. At the end what do you have but the life you lived?" Quite. CV: MARK RUFFALO AMERICAN HISTORY Born in Wisconsin in Nov, 1967. He moved to San Diego at 18, then to LA where he studied at Stella Adler. NEW BEST FRIEND Playwright Kenneth Lonergan. Ruffalo was in This is Our Youth. MY FAVOURITE WIFE Actress Sunrise Coigney, whom he fell for in the street. UNBEARABLE LIKENESS OF BEING Compared to Marlon Brando and James Dean -"But he had no work ethic," says Ruffalo of the latter. TOPSY TURKEYS Windtalkers (2002); A Fish in the Bathtub (1999); There Goes My Baby (1994).

Article corrections: Ruffalo’s family moved to Virginia Beach, VA when he was 13;Lonergan did not invite Ruffalo to audition for “This is Our Youth,” Ruffalo had to nag him into letting him audition for it; The LA theatre company is called Page 93 not 97; and it was Marlon Brando with no work ethic.

#mark ruffalo #in the cut #the avengers #age of ultron #thor ragnarok #infinity war #bruce banner #the hulk #now you see me #dylan rhodes #my life without me

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chezzkaa · 7 years

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Cinders - Chapter 33/36

A/N: Get excited. 34 and 35 are gonna fuck you up.

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SUMMARY: Lets Heist

WC: 2109

Warm sunlight seeps into your skin, rousing your from a deep sleep. Though your eyes remain closed each of your breaths draws in the morning and expels the aches of the past few days into the sheets. You let yourself enjoy the normality of the moment, Ryan’s soft breathing shifting through your hair and tangling in his own as it brushes across your cheek. Lying on your front with an arm tucked under your chest you legs splay out, Ryan’s strong arm wound around your waist; comforting and familiar.

It comes as a surprise that your mind is clear for the first time in weeks, despite your throat being thick and raw from the tears the night before. Your ravaged heart is lighter, shoulders moving with ease as her face swims past. No longer does the sight burn, instead leaving a mild sting without the Cheshire rearing her head – nowhere to be found. A pleasant sigh ruffles against your skin, arm tightening for a moment as a light groan escapes the slumbering man’s lips. Eyes squeezing shut to block the delicate sun dusting his eyelids. You shuffle closer, fingers running across his cheek and eyes mesmerised by the calm radiating from him, “morning dear.” His voice is husky and clogged with sleep, still it courses through your veins like wildfire, tugging against the corners of your lips as he places a kiss against your forehead; “hey there, sweetie.” “Sup?”

The second voice has you shooting up from the bed to see Ray occupying your couch and digging into a large bowl of your cereal. Legs crossed and face content despite the bruises circling his eyes. You narrow your eyes before rubbing them, hands falling into your lap with a gentle thud; “the fuck are you doing here?” Ray offers you a shrug and a wide smile around another mouthful, “eatin.” “Wait, but how?” “...with a spoon.” “Y/N please, it’s too early for murder” mumbles Ryan into the pillows, stretching out his limbs and wiggling his toes. You reach back to him, fingers finding his and moulding together. “Well,” you return your attention to Ray, “did you at least save us some cereal?” The man chews slowly, guilt stretching across his face as you narrow your eyes. Quickly he shovels the rest of the cereal into his mouth, forcing an incoherent apology through, “you’re a lil bitch, Ray.”

Ryan moves to sit up in bed, smiling at the man as he shuffles his back against the headboard. Instinctively you curl into his side, unable to deny the happiness swelling in your chest. Even though Ray always seemed to eat you out of house and home, you couldn’t help but enjoy the company of your two favourite people.

It doesn’t take long for the past few days to begin nagging at your peace, Jon surfacing within your mind and bobbing uncomfortably for your attention. Your heart lets of a painful pang, concern for your brother quickly working its way into your content moment and tainting it like a poisonous undercurrent.

“Stop looking so fucking depressed,” Ray teases, jabbing his spoon in your direction while Ryan presses a light kiss to your shoulder, humming; “Trevor and Matt are working on decoding the final few lines of data, then we should have a complete location to work with.” Not trusting your voice you simply nod, Ryan’s fingers tracing soothing circles against your hip. “Thanks,” he smiles to Ray, of who returns the sentiment with a thumbs up and a raise of his now empty bowl; standing to put it away. “No problem,” he replies while closing the dishwasher and pulling the milk from the fridge, finishing off the tea he had started for the three of you whilst you were sleeping, “we should know what’s up in a couple of hours.” He balances the mugs between his two hands, shuffling towards the coffee table and managing to place them down without spillage. “Until then,” he snatches the remove off the couch, plonking into the cushions with a wide grin, “wanna play a game?”

“God DAMN IT Ray!” cries Ryan mournfully, watching the bullet shoot through his character from beside you; ray and Jeremy sandwiching you in an overflow of blankets from the other side. “One fucking time, just let us win one fucking time!” “Can stop a Hispanic with a cause!” he cheers, kicking his legs about and getting them caught in the blankets, struggling to break free. Seeing his moment to strike Jeremy abandons his controller, pointing to Ray as he quickly begins trapping himself, “GET HIM!”

Ryan launches across you, scrambling from the blankets to get to Ray past Jeremy, wrestling for the controller. With a jolt they slip from the couch and to the floor, hollering and kicking indiscriminately. “No, NO! It was all a rouse!” “Fuck yeah!” Your victorious exclamation rings out as you kill the final or your friends, pulling your legs up to avoid the scuffling men at your feet. Amidst the giggles and yelling a knock at the door has you standing, leaping over the flailing limbs to greet the visitor. Standing outside is Trevor, his hair swept back and so blond it almost shone white, mouth opening and ready to act professional. At the sound of the fighting inside the apartment he stops, eyebrows furrowing as he peers past to watch the pile; face bewildered.

“What’s up, lovely?” you ask, leaning against the frame as he continues to watch the sight before him; absolutely enthralled. Shaking his head he stammers for a minutes, a flurry of ‘I, errs’ tumbling from his lips. You wait patiently, eyes trained on your family – Jeremy trying to crawl over Ryan to reach the couch but the man wrestling him back down. “I erm, well, we’re in.”

The heist room is yet again cluttered with bodies huddling into the space, tension rippling through the air like wind over water. Your eyes are watching Gavin across the table while he works into a tiny mirror, hand flicking the golden eyeliner across his lid in a smooth motion. Absentmindedly your fingers touch your cheek, pulling away to watch the shimmer of colour glow across the tips – the Golden Boy having passed you his compact to splash gold across your eyes; the Cheshire materialising in front of the crew and picking at their nerves. Beside you Ryan clutches his skull mask, staring at Geoff creating ruts in the floor from his pacing. Ray is on your other side, completely at ease while he plays with his hot pink sniper rifle. A white masquerade mask perched against his forehead.

You manage to draw your gaze away from Gavin and the rest of the crew, coming to settle on Geoff while he fidgets, Jack having stopped his movements while whispering frantically to him. With a shaking breath he calms down and expels his worries, Jack quickly pecking the side of his temple with a kiss before disappearing into the crowd of bodies. He clears his throat a moment later, the noise harsh in the silence draped over the room. Still he has everyone’s attention instantly, all eyes trained on his and listening like their lives depended on it.

“The shipyard,” he starts, turning to pin the photograph up on the notice board, containers littering the space, “Matt tells me that there’s no way he could be hiding somewhere else, too much traffic to this area.” Matt nods from your right, continuing “the coding showed that the visits are incredibly frequent and for long periods of time.” “We investigated a little further,” pipes in Trevor, leaning an elbow on the table, “and found that the whole yard is being rented by a Mr. Gareth Benson.” “Had a drone fly over, the place is crawling with his men, small number of cops out of uniform. It’s armed to the fucking teeth,” concludes Matt, impatiently pushing his hair out of the way.

Geoff taps his notepad with the end of his pen once, “good work guys. So,” he turns back to the board to place an accompanying aerial shot next to the entrance, “here’s how it’s going to work. We hit it tonight, in teams. In and out, kill everyone we can.” Everyone is nodding, sharing glances at potential team mates along with murmurs of agreement. Your eyes are still trained on Geoff, tracing the frizz of his moustache and the creases on his forehead. He waits until the room quietens again, sweeping a hand towards Trevor, Lindsay, Meg and Matt. “We’ve got our eyes sorted, each of you are going to be watching one group and passing along intel when needed. Matt, you can hack into the security cameras, right?” a small nod from the man, a confirmation. “Good. Get drones out there too, as well as body cameras. We’ll need everything we can get.”

Moving on Geoff then jabs the pen towards Gavin and Michael, the two men a stark contrast against each other – gunpowder and gold. “You two are taking the outer perimeter. We need as many explosives as possible, cause a distraction and pool everyone inside. No one gets out alive. Think you can handle it?” Grins meet his raised eyebrow, Michael’s face splitting into a wild beam while Gavin nods eagerly. “Put on a show,” he squeaks, kicking his feet up on the table, “I think we can do that.” Michael swipes at them, knocking them off and back to the floor with a glare, “not on the fucking table, jack ass. Jeez.”

“Ray,” Geoff addresses the man beside you, his attention drawn away from his sniper for a moment, “you’re our sniper.” “Fucking surprise, surprise.” Geoff ignores him, motioning to the aerial view and marking out 4 small points, “these are the best places for you. Feel free to move between them as needed, you’re the only one I trust to shoot a bullet over my head.” “You really shouldn’t.” “You don’t make things easy, do you?” “Nah.” Despite his jokes Ray takes the job seriously, clambering through the crowd to the map and jotting down the points he could use, indicating a few more that might also be beneficial. Trusting him, Geoff gives him the go ahead to add a few more before he returns to your side.

Finally the leader turns to you, regarding your group and Jeremy sitting on the floor, bouncing his leg. “What’s your fucking name again?” “Cheshire,” says Ray, sounding genuinely surprised Geoff had forgotten. However the small hum shakes Geoff’s moustache, and you shrug. “I don’t think the three of us have a team name.” “Sure we do!” pipes in Jeremy from the floor, looking up at you with a smile, “I’ve thought of everything.” “Well?” Geoff’s foot taps impatiently, his anger hanging in the air, “what is it then?” “Get this,” Jeremy holds out his hands, presenting his idea “Crazy Short Temper.” You stare at him while Ryan chuckles, ruffling the man’s purple hair, “how are you so good at this?” “It’s a gift.”

Forging forward Geoff begins to rule off his orders, stealing your full attention. “Crazy Short Temper, you guys are going to be our main point of attack. You’ll be in the thick of it, fighting towards the centre,” the pen scribbles across a red container in the middle of the yard, stacked at least 6 high, “and towards the shithead.” You give a sharp nod, feeling your body straighten and grow cold, “Jack and I will be giving you air support. Each of us in a jet and doing what we can to cause as much destruction as humanly possible.”

Leaning across the table Geoff’s face grows serious, eyes flashing menacingly as he addresses the rest of his family, “This is gonna be a shit storm.” Everyone hangs on his words, shuffling in place under the intense gaze he was offering, “I don’t want anyone to die here. I get that we can generally go running around without a care in the world, but remember; we don’t know if there are any negative repercussions to immortal deaths. We do know that if you lose a part of your body and it’s destroyed, you’re fucked. So, no stupid deaths and for god sakes stick together.” He stands again, this time looking at you sitting ramrod straight in your seat, Cheshire seeping into your veins. “First person to have eyes on the fucker needs to blow his brains out. We’ll deal with the organ thing later. And if you find Jon,” his eyes go to the rest of the room.

“I don’t care what you’re doing; just get him the fuck out.”

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habibialkaysani · 6 years

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haha I just deleted my reblog of the first ask meme because there were some cringey questions on it so I will answer this for the third one I reblogged - apologies if that’s not the one you wanted me to answer.

15. which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears?

KILLJOYS! thanks to @dirkqentlys nagging me about it I decided to watch and I enjoyed it a lot? like, omg, for about three weeks straight I just had killjoys feels and was making only killjoys stuff and writing killjoys fic. flarrow whomst? but since the season finished I haven’t had that buzz and I doubt I will until it comes back, whenever that is.

27. have you done anything that scared you?

deciding to quit at that law firm and then quit law altogether. that was - one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make and I still don’t know if it was the right one. but actually going and have that conversation with my supervisor was just really fucking scary.

37. If you could have a do over on one thing you did, would you take it?

maybe graduation? I didn’t have a whole lot of friends at uni but I do wish I got to speak to more of the law students in my year. meg was very nice to drive me there and stuff tho and also help me put on my killer heels lmao. but I think my family got the impression I had no friends in my year, which is semi true, maybe, but I did know people and get on with them and I wish I got to see them. but I was so caught up in the hustle and bustle of taking photos and all that that I didn’t get a chance. also it was raining at one point which did not help.

end of year meme

#me.txt #replies #ask meme #guygardsner

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megtriestowrite · 5 years

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When both your career and passion come together.

I used to play “teacher-teacher” way back my childhood days. Mama and Papa bought me a few sets of black board, chalks and teacher stuff to support this interest. I played along with my childhood friends who were younger than me, so of course I played the teacher role. We had our classroom in the balcony next to the streets. So when neighbors pass by they would always tease me “Oy si Teacher Meg nag klase na” (waray language: “Ah Teacher Meg is having a class already”). I always feel shy about this so I decided to move my classroom at the backdoor.

I made my own schedule from morning songs to my academic classes teaching my younger friends to add ad subtract and play spelling bee and stuff. I would even prepare their snacks and which probably made them stay and play with me. At the end of the class I would say “ok children it’s time to go home” and that’s literally their time to go home.

I remember during my Kindergarten graduation, we were asked to memorize this line “When I grow up I want to be a....” while most of my classmates said “I want to be a princess, I want to be Cinderella, I want to be a king” and etc. I was the only one who said “When I grow up I want to be a teacher”. Mama was really proud of me because she never asked me about it, she never forced me to memorize this line and she never taught me what to say. Even when I was in elementary and high school I was always happy when teachers ask me to write a paragraph page on the blackboard using the chalks. I feel happy when they ask me to put a check mark on the names of children who are present. I felt responsible when they ask me to list down children who were noisy and most of all when they ask me to check papers.

March of 2011 I had to take an entrance test at University of San Carlos. Mama and Ate Lady was with me. The office has to know what course would I take since the test will depend on it. Without any hesitations I wrote down “Bachelor in Education major in Special Education”. I did not have any idea about Special Education until one of my cousins who came to Samar for holidays was taking this course. I thought, ah, I want my course to be special and it would be more fulfilling to teach children with special needs. Unfortunately, I failed my entrance test because I was scared of the maniac examiner. I felt really down and embarrassed. On top of that, I don’t know what other course should I take. I was thinking about accountancy or nursing but it didnt feel right to me. The thought doesnt feel right to me. I’m so lucky that Mama was with me. She convinced me to go to the faculty of education and ask the Chair if she could give me a chance under probation. And she did.

I started my first year college at this prestigious university where my sister also finished her Accounting degree with flying honors. I thought, I wanted to follow her steps and the fact that she was the one supporting me financially for everything.

So, dich, if one day, by chance you get to read this: Thank you for all that you have done for me. I would not be here happily enjoying my career if without your love and support. Words are not enough to tell you how grateful I am to have you as my big sister, the most selfless person I know.

March 2015, 4 years later, I finished my degree and yes, Cumlaude! I started my first job at USC-Montessori Academy as Gavin’s shadow teacher. A shadow teacher works directly with a single child with special needs. During this year I was also studying for my license examination at the same time. Passing a teacher’s license is a big thing in the Philippines to become a legit teacher. You can only teach at a public school if you have this license. It is also a big plus if you apply in private sector.

And of course after 6 months of reviewing my 4 year studies, I was able to pass my license test. April 2016 I left my shadow teaching job upon knowing that Gavin will be moved to a mainstream set up in which he will be part of the regular classroom with special class in the afternoon. That was my first fulfillment as a teacher, that I made a change and that I made a big help to a little boy.

So, Mr & Mrs Chiu, if by chance too that you get to read this, thank you for entrusting your little boy to me 4 years ago. He may not remember me anymore but I would always remember his sweet and lovely face that always complete my weekdays.

April 2016 I started a new job as a Nursery teacher at Saint Anthony Montessori Learning Center. I handled 16 children. 10 in the morning and 6 in the afternoon with no teacher assistant. So whenever they cry and pee, I had to take care of everything. This was really a tough job plus I wasnt well compensated. So during the start of my 2nd school year here, I was already planning to leave and find a new job somewhere abroad. Because no matter what I do, I will never have a satisfying salary in the Philippines unless I improve my education background which would take me years to study and work for experience. So during that time I decided to take my certificate in Montessori at the same university where I took my bachelors. Not long before finished this study, I have decided to quit my job in the middle of the school year.

In November, after I got my certificate, I was jobless. I went back home to Samar and stayed with my parents. Enjoying the life of unemployed. I was depressed with my career, personal growth, and even my relationship was failing. I was unemployed and unproductive for almost 6 months.

Chim took me out of this misery again. She bought me tickets to Singapore and I stayed there for 4 months I think. I tried my best to find a job there but it was hard. First, Singapore has a different curriculum and is very strict about their education system. I was already losing hope and so I accepted the fact that I have to move on and just accept the same jobs back in Cebu. Until 3 days before I leave Singapore I tried to apply online in Bangkok schools. and whoo! I got instantly hired. So I flew back to Cebu to get my papers done and moved to Bangkok immediately. Then, my life in a new country started. Read my previous blog about life in Bangkok.

So far, I am enjoying my career here at Prep. I love the children and they make my life here easier. They give me hope and they make me happy even at my worst days. Preparing materials, preparing my lessons and stuff can sometimes be exhausting but actually teaching them and interacting with them makes the job really easier.

The sad part of this teaching life is that, yes I am happy with my job. I am very passionate with my job. Sometimes I lose motivation and I feel tired but that’s normal. I am a human being. I lose patience and sometimes I have no motivation at all. But I cant imagine not doing this. I cant imagine working in a different field. I love teaching, I love kids and I love seeing them grown and learn from me. And even tho you will never see and hear them thank you, but the way I see them change and grow into beautiful human beings, make it worth the while.

I may not be earning as much as other professionals do, I may not get rich with this kind of job, but my heart is full. The only thing that makes me unhappy is the life after teaching hours- my personal life. When I want to explore more, I want to study more and do the things I personally want to achieve but I can’t because I still need to improve on my education. And somehow, I have learned to accept things and plan out the next move. We’ll where this passion and love for this career brings me.

Like they say: follow your heart, be happy with your job and everything else will follow.

-TeacherMeg

#diaryofapreschoolteacher

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