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matcha-dango · 1 year

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Equivalence and Obligations

Yan!Zhongli x F!Reader [nsfw] /// PART TWO HERE

CW : yandere themes / smut / dubcon / big power imbalance / porn with (long) plot

Word Count : 4153

800. 250. 1240. 733. 10869.

That was last week.

560. 400. 3080. 991.

That was for this week, until now.

You were counting the various amounts of mora you had have lent recently. Not that you didn’t like the person who borrowed some money from you, but you had the feeling that you weren’t going to get a single mora back. After all, you didn’t actually ‘lend’ it but you ‘paid’ for someone else, who every single time didn’t have anything in his pockets. Zhongli, as good as his company can be, never brings mora with himself, even when he was the one to invite you.

Nonetheless, it didn’t bother you as much, since you had the means to sponsor your rendez-vous. Ever since you were a little kid, you’ve always wanted to be an adventurer and since it was quite a viable career, your parents supported you – as long as you promised to not make them too worried about your wellbeing. Fighting slimes, hilichurls or whopper flowers has always been a thrilling experience. Bigger ones like Ruin Guards or Ruin Hunters were more challenging but the pride of victory was always worth it, especially as you did not wield any vision. As bitter you could be, you vowed to become on par with anyone who was blessed with one, with your trusted weapon only.

Still, you secretly wished to obtain a Geo vision one day, due to how much admiration you’ve had for Rex Lapis, Liyue’s revered Archon. Thus, even if you couldn’t fight using the Geo element, you had the choice when picking a weapon and yours was a polearm, just like his. Of course, obtaining Rex Lapis’ sacred weapon, Vortex Vanquisher, was no easy task. That is why you often paid visits to Master Zhang, the local blacksmith, so he could repair yours from occasional scratches but also make it look as close as possible to your fantasy. A dream is a dream, as long as it kept you going. At least, that was what you thought to yourself when doubt filled your heart.

One not so particular afternoon, you met Zhongli at Master Zhang’s place. Rumours about him had long reached your ears but you never had the opportunity to meet him face to face, being too busy on the battlefield and completing various commissions from citizens. He couldn’t help but notice the singularity of your spear, so he asked you a question. Then two. Then three. Before you could heed the change of scenery in the vast sky above you, the sun hid and the moonlight shone bright. Even though almost all citizens of Liyue knew about Rex Lapis, no one, even the most renown scholars, was as versed as Zhongli in the matter. Letting such opportunity go to waste was not an option, thus you offered him to drink some tea near Chihu Rock and maybe listen to some fables by the storyteller performing there.

Zhongli had met numerous Rex Lapis admirers, even truly loyal devotees, but your vigorous interest made him interested in you in return. His true identity was no public matter, as he wished to watch his land prevail without him, like a parent watching his well grown child achieve goals and dreams without his constant presence. Therefore, fighting off the urge to give you some hints was quite crucial if he firmly wished to remain incognito. Though, keeping one secret did not mean he couldn’t converse with you on some lesser-known parts of Liyue and Rex Lapis’ history, to your greatest delight. Your faces, your expressions, your reactions, all of that made him feel warmer inside, as well as quite gratified.

He himself had all the time in the world, but you had your own duties, so you had to leave after chatting for what seemed like hours and hours. You promised to meet each other some day later, so it wasn’t truly a good bye.

Each encounter brought you much joy, as you’ve never had the occasion to talk that much about your idol. People usually grew tired after some time, but Zhongli gave you the impression that he wouldn’t be the one to stop you, but that it will have to be you to stop him before you fall asleep. But, you doubted you could ever get bored when talking about someone as great and magnificent as Rex Lapis and you made sure your interlocutor knew. You noticed Zhongli’s eyes would have a faint look of satisfaction when you praised Liyue’s Archon, but you always assumed that it was because he was also a man of culture, who could appreciate Rex Lapis’ grandeur and glory. Unfortunately, time was never on your side so you had to make plans for another time to continue the conversation, and that every time you had met up.

Meeting Zhongli meant talking endlessly about Rex Lapis, but it also meant spending mora to make it more enjoyable for you two. Though, your true motive was to make sure Zhongli would get something out of this and to somehow encourage him to accept meeting you in the future. Just in case he would be hesitant. Truth is, Zhongli would never decline any of your invitations, on the contrary. Scholars can be entertaining, especially when they bring up a different take on history, but none of them was half as invested as you showed yourself to be. So, why not let you have your fun, if it brings no harm to anyone ?

Although it was indeed quite enjoyable to spend time with you, what was less enjoyable is the feeling of a lack of reciprocation. Yes, he fuelled your thirst for knowledge about your beloved Archon, but you also kept buying all sorts of meals and that for a few weeks by now. Your unrivalled devotion had different effects on him, some of them became clear to him over time. As the God of Contract, this was not an equivalent exchange and he had to change that. Moreover, he had a good idea of how he could repay you.

After Liyue’s Lantern Festival, the harbour regained its initial peaceful yet energetic pace. Those who lived in other cities or even regions had all gone home. The streets and shops weren’t as busy and you quite enjoyed the calmer atmosphere, especially since you had yet another planned evening to be spent with Zhongli, who had become closer to you than when you first met. Of course, your preferred topics were the ones related to Rex Lapis in a way or another, but you often caught yourself mention bits and moments of your own life. Zhongli never tried to switch topics however, which made you feel relieved and more comfortable each time. Opening up about deeper and more intimate subjects wasn’t something you often did, as you didn’t really have anyone willing to lend you a compassionate ear. Zhongli, on the other hand, never failed to show interest in anything you could say, as meaningless or meaningful it could be. From your daily ventures to slices from your personal life. All of it.

His intense gaze, his understanding expression and facing posture all were signs for you to know how much he cared and encouraged you to keep going, to tell him more, as much as there is to tell. He never pushed you beyond your boundaries, no. When he sensed you were getting a tiny bit less detailed, he smoothly redirected the conversation on something less tricky for you to talk about. After all, he himself did not tell you the whole truth. Yet.

That evening, he suggested for you to dine at the famous Xinyue Kiosk, which served Yue cuisine. One of your most favourite places to eat at, actually. Their seafood dishes were unmatched. You decided to pick your safe dish, Fullmoon Egg. Truly an exquisite dish, Zhongli asserted. He himself ordered one Golden Crab, a crab dish cooked in the ancient ways. You two requested some tea, which always accompanied your outings. For someone who liked traditions and old ‘things’, you thought it was a nice touch to have something consistent when it was just you two. To make it more special. Zhongli suggested Hulao Maofeng tea, which can be made only with leaves picked up at the highest peaks of Mount Hulao. Picking up those leaves can be perilous; a handful of incautious tea pluckers had met a sad fate as they got trapped in amber. As Zhongli explained you the quite lengthy history and customs of this particular tea, you couldn’t help but think of how expensive it had to be – and how much you would have to pay as well. Oh well. It wasn’t like you hated being there, with Zhongli alongside.

Once you two had finished your delicious meals, you stood up with your purse in hand before a hand blocked your path. Unexpectedly, Zhongli did not seem to want to let you pay for you two.

“Is something the matter ?” you questioned him, a concerned look on your face. Something was off.

“Oh, do not worry. Tonight is a quite special occurrence. As such, I would love to have you enjoy it with no care at all.” he simply responded, softly smiling. He stood up from his own seat, your eyes following his gracious movements.

“But…do you have, uh…” your hesitant words were unfinished but their meaning was properly conveyed nonetheless, earning you a chuckle from Zhongli. With anyone else than him, this would signify that indeed he had the mora to pay. But this was not ‘anyone else’. It was the man who never had a single mora whatsoever. And you had no idea that tonight was supposed to be special enough for him to actually have that much to fully cover for the dinner.

“Of course. After all, I was the one who suggested this place. I am well aware of your situation, but I do not wish to weight on you too heavily. Notably, not tonight.” He confidently declared. You watched his back, as Zhongli walked toward the counter to pay and to your surprise, he did bring mora, and a huge bag of it. You could see that he even brought too much, which was unthinkable for your companion. Oh Archons, oh Rex Lapis ! What on earth did you miss ? It was surely not your birthday, neither was it his. You knew by heart all of the important dates related to Rex Lapis that, in your opinion, everyone should celebrate and none of them matched. While you were lost in your thoughts, a perplexed expression crept up your face and was obvious enough for Zhongli to inquire as he came back to you.

“Is everything alright ? Did you suddenly remember an urgent matter ?” he worriedly asked, not aware of how his previous actions looked out of place.

“Don’t worry ! I was just wondering…why is today so special ? I hope my question wouldn’t offend you in any way tough…” you sheepishly seeked an answer, a hand under your nose covering your mouth. By now, Zhongli could spot any and each of your mannerisms, as well as understand how it displayed your state of mind and emotions. That one hand motion could tell him that you were quite flustered, almost ashamed. He felt a bit guilty, since he hadn’t told you yet what this was all about. But now was not the moment, the prime opportunity shall present itself in due time.

“Dear, do not concern yourself with this. I may have not told you yet why tonight will remain memorable, but soon enough you will know.” he explained in a very calm, very typical tone of his, making you feel slightly more at ease thanks to the sense of familiarity.

“Howbeit, it has gotten awfully late. Would you fancy a walk ? Of course, I would accompany you back home if you would not mind.” Zhongli suggested, taking the lead once again. Tonight might have been fairly surprising but you did not mind any of the novelties. If you really think about it, the meal itself had to have covered all the ‘loans’ in their entirety actually. But he also offered to take you home ? Zhongli truly did have praiseworthy manners, you thought to yourself, feeling your cheeks warm up. After all, he did manage to make you feel pretty special so far.

The walk to your home was pleasant. A soft night breeze swirled around you and the bright moon shining through the travelling clouds made it all look so perfectly peaceful. What a wonderful night. Nothing in the world could shift that mood around. Except for the inevitable parting moment at your doorstep, which you honestly did not wish for. In fact, you hoped that Zhongli would agree to stay a little longer. You had previously invited him into your cosy home, for some tea. So you gathered all the courage in your heart and turned around to face him. You looked up and met his beautiful amber eyes, reminding you of the radiant jade imprisoning careless voyagers in the various stories told earlier.

“I really enjoyed our evening spent together…” you started, a little bit hesitant. Zhongli naturally caught wind of that and with a comforting smile, he succeeded once again to reassure you.

“…But I really wish we could chat a little longer, if you have time of course… I wouldn’t want to bother you, knowing how busy you are with your work at the parlor.” You courageously managed to finish your sentence but as soon as your words escaped your mouth, you felt quite embarrassed by your own selfish request. It was indeed way past midnight by then, not many shops were still open and merchants were closing their stores one by one.

“I am actually quite pleased and thankful for your invitation, as I myself hoped for the same.” Zhongli reciprocated, his smile widening and eyes sparkling.

You did not waste a second, you opened the door and gestured for him to come inside. It was quite dark but instead of turning on the lamps hanging off the ceiling, you opened a close drawer containing never once used candles. You had them in there getting dusted as you saw no use for them, but you were glad that you didn’t sell your candles away. They were not just any candles but handmade. And Zhongli’s very keen eye noticed that.

“By any chance, could you be the one who crafted those candles ? I have never seen anything like that in local markets, as the fragrances usually sold do not seem to match the ones you’re holding.” Zhongli asked you, a hand under his chin – a very familiar pose he had whenever he got interested in something he saw or heard. Or smelled, for that matter.

“Yes ! I once had the chance to visit a professional who taught a small group how to make candles yourself. We could freely pick the perfume we wanted to add to the melting wax, but I personally think that most perfumes are too strong. So I simply added some flower distillate.” your words conveyed your enthusiasm, while you lit up the candles one by one and set them on a small table made of pine wood in your living room, which was also where you slept. Even though adventuring didn’t keep you from living nicely, owning a bigger place in the heart of Liyue was still not for your means. At least, your kitchen and bathroom were separate rooms and you were grateful for that. Your home was comfortable for you and it was all thanks to your achievements as an adventurer.

“Indeed, we can smell the flowery essence. Quite delicate, I would even add. Could this be an extract of Glaze Lily concentrate ?” Zhongli guessed. While he did recognise the scent, after knowing you and how much your revered Rex Lapis, it was not difficult to correctly assume which flower you would prefer. Last time he visited you, you showed him your vase made of Cor Lapis, in which you carefully arranged fresh Glaze Lilies. Really, it was adorable.

“Was it that obvious ?” you bashfully giggled. It wasn’t as a question for him as it was for you. At this rate, the only thing missing would be a Rex Lapis body pillow. But this would mean no more friends coming over ever again. There was a limit to how much you could proudly show your veneration to others. Especially those who would know instantly. In other words, Zhongli.

“Would you like some tea, as per usual ?” you offered him, in a clear attempt to change topics.

The soft glow and silky fragrance embracing the room, you two enjoyed a warm cup of tea on the mattress set on the floor. You weren’t facing each other, but you still kept a respectable distance – until Zhongli shifted his position and got closer to you. You couldn’t help but stare at the dancing brilliance in his eyes, too distracted to notice the raging passion. You were so grateful to have met such a wonderful friend, who didn’t judge you for anything. Even though Rex Lapis was a well-loved Archon, not every person born and raised in Liyue admired him as much as you did. He was a true role model, guiding you through and through. If you could meet him, you would thank him for everything. Your face appeared so soft, your gaze so tender, although you were simply lost in your thoughts.

You were forcibly brought back to reality when you noticed Zhongli’s face get closer, his hand cupping your cheek, closing his eyes and his lips coming in contact with yours. Usually, both parties close their eyes and enjoy the moment. But you couldn’t. The shock prevented you from forming a single thought. Your racing heart could explode at any moment.

Zhongli pulled back and saw the look on your face. When he should have been fazed, he had a vainglorious expression, which confused you even more.

“My dear. I am grateful for your formidable love, from all those years. That is why I wish to reward you tonight.” Zhongli serenely spoke, all the while he gently but firmly pressed you on you back against the matress you were seating on precedently.

His lips bruised yours once again, as you even so slightly opened your mouth in order to protest. You attempted to push him away, hoping you were strong enough. However, your wrists were caught in a swift motion and pinned above your head with an unyielding – making you feel powerless as intended. After all, what could you do if an absolute being were to entrap you under his oppressive build ? In truth, you were not supposed to do anything against the said deity. You were meant to not only accept, but to welcome his favour.

Zhongli sensed you were in dire need for air. He barely moved away, giving you such little space to breathe. After quickly catching your breath, you gave him a pleading look.

“I-I really can’t do this…” you implored the man on top of you, expecting him to go back to his usual gentleman-like self. Zhongli let out a sign, you wishfully assumed he was about to apologize, or something along those lines.

“My apologies, dear.” Zhongli’s words made you feel bursts of relief. But it’s not for nothing that elders always told us to listen until the end. Without warning, a bright light blinds you, forcing you to tightly shut yours eyes. Once the brightness toned down, you slowly opened your eyelids and felt air being knocked out of your lungs. You simply couldn’t believe what was happening in front of your very own eyes. The person supposed to be the Zhongli you thought you knew bore eyes as bright as Cor Lapis, strands of long hair glowing the same warm hue of gold. Could it be his vision ? Or…

“I did not mean to reveal myself this early, but you leave me no choice darling.” Zhongli reluctantly confessed to you. But the bewildered look in your eyes made him sigh once again. His right hand moved your wrist under his left one. He raised his now free hand and made appear the very same Geo cube all of Rex Lapis’ statues held. And everything clicked. No wonder he knew so much about Liyue’s Archon, no wonder he always liked- no, loved hearing you talk endlessly about, well, himself. You couldn’t form a thought; no words would come out. The shock was way too much for you, your poor heart and body could only handle this much.

Morax took your silence as compliance. You finally submitted to his will, as you should be. For such a fervent follower, this wasn’t just a favour but an honour. However, you had done so much for him, it was only fair if the God of Contracts would recompensate you for your efforts.

The Geo cube he shaped just now vanished. Morax lowered himself to lustfully kiss you over and over, all the while his hand slowly roamed above your upper body, barely touching you. Once he gently cupped your breast, a moan escaped your mouth just to be swallowed in his throat. This small yet oh so telling reaction from you made Morax smirk against your lips. You just loved him that much, it was simple a suitable reaction. But no way in Celestia he would stop here. He would honour his part of the contract. An Archon did not earn such title with no ambition or greed – Morax felt the same way about you. He wanted nothing more than see you come undone under his touch and he beyond shadow of doubt intended to make it a reality.

Without interrupting your making out, his hand pulled up your shirt and fondled your breast in a firmer manner, earning more pretty moans from you, all to his delight. In a rapid and skilful movement, he switched hands and you were pinned under his right hand, earning a soft whimper out of you, while the left one resumed the gropes and caresses. Every touch made you tremble and squirm. He quickly found your preferences, even those you were not aware of. Being the oldest of the Seven, he had long fruitful millenniums to pick up any type of skill – including the know-how of pleasure. As expected, it did not take him long enough to make of you a panting mess, much to his own gratification.

Morax leisurely released your frame by placing his hands close to your flushed face, taking a moment to observe all of the tiniest details of your slightly shivering form. You were being so good too him up until now. Would be a true shame to not grant you what you have been wishing for so long. By now, you had to be ready.

With hardly any strength, Morax pushed himself off the mattress and was kneeling over you. He slowly shifted backwards, all the while without breaking eye contact. He effortlessly pulled off you pants past your knees and ankles, as well as your underwear, which was glistering with your arousal. Indeed, you were ready for him, just like you should.

Morax tightly grabbed and parted your thighs, while repositioning himself in between, not allowing you to hide your bare self. You were in such a vulnerable state, all for your beloved God. Really, Morax was so proud of you.

“Darling, I am truly pleased. For have you kept yourself hidden from others’ undeserving gazes and touches, I will grant your wish and answer your prayers. All you will have to do is to relax.” He kindly, yet condescendingly, explained to you what he expected of you next. Your vain struggling did not free you of him, Morax’ grip was as inflexible as stone. Vain but also on the brink of being insulting.

Morax released your bruised thigh to solidly clasp his hand around your throat, keeping you in place for good. Having you finally unmoving, he unbuttoned his too tight pants, ultimately primed to honour you. Just before breaking through, he noticed tears flowing past your tightly shut eyes.

“I am glad to see you being so overjoyed, my dear. I will not waste any more time.” He sweetly whispered, seeing you in such a tearful state. He was a man of his word. You felt him steadily but painfully fill you up and stretch you excessively, although Morax was generous enough to make himself lesser due to his shapeshifting abilities. Your soft cries and whimpers were music to his ears. Ah, you were such a good and honest subservient. Undoubtably, fate commanded you to be made for him to consume you that night.

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sethsclearwater · 7 months

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pls pls pls embry with a breeding kink !!!!

this is lowkey filthy lmao💀💀

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"there you go," embry praised as he pressed himself into your tight channel, both of you letting out groans at the sensation, "such a good girl," he added, hooking his hands around your thighs so he could tug you to the edge of the bed, making sure he was buried as deep in you as possible.

"you gonna let me put a baby in that pretty pussy of yours?" embry asked after a few moments of allowing you to stretch around his length. you nodded, humming as you peeked up at him, eager to actually try for a baby with him.

"that's my good girl," he praised with a smile, letting out a breathy laugh when you slid your hands over his, "needy little thing," he murmured teasingly, "you wanna hold my hand?" he asked softly, already knowing the answer before you said it so he was quick to interlace your fingers with his when you nodded.

"there you go," he cooed with a soft chuckle, keeping his other hand tightly on your hip so he could stabilize you, "you ready?" he asked, offering you a small smile as he looked down at your blissed out figure.

you eagerly nodded, absolutely loving the fact that the two of you were going to finally try for a baby after months of talking about it.

embry drew his hips back, setting a steady pace fucking your pussy. you let out a loud whine at the first thrust, dropping your head back against your comforter as you processed the euphoria streaming through your body.

"that's my girl," embry mused as he continued rocking his hips against yours, reaching his thumb over from your hip to press down on your clit, eliciting another lewd moan from your lips.

"such a good girl," he praised as he began rubbing fast, tight circles against the bud, a stark contrast to the steady pace he was setting with his thrusts, "you're gonna look so fuckin' pretty with my baby growing in you," embry groaned, thrusts stuttering a bit as he thought about how you'd look pregnant with his baby.

you let out a loud moan at the comment, absolutely loving the idea of being able to have embry's baby, "want a baby with you," you whimpered, tightening your grip on his hand as you looked up at him, the two of you holding eye contact for a moment before embry spoke again.

"you gonna be a good girl and take my cum then? let me fill you up so you're nice and full all night?" he asked, letting out a heavy exhale when he felt your walls fluttering around his cock at his question.

"wanna be full of you," you blabbered, moaning as he pressed down even harder on your clit as you felt your first orgasm of the night rapidly approaching, "wanna cum on you like a good girl," you added, completely incoherent as you became so entranced in the pleasure coursing through your veins.

"go ahead pretty thing," embry encouraged, barely pushing off his own orgasm, both of you incredibly turned on by the idea of finally being able to make a baby together, "'m right behind you," he reassured, squeezing your hand as his thrusts sped up, both of you desperately chasing your highs.

you didn't need any more encouragement, almost immediately letting your orgasm wash over you, walls tightening around embry to a nearly unbearable grip that had him shooting his seed into your pussy right after.

"holy fuck-" embry groaned as his thrusts stuttered and slowed as he spilled his release in you, both of you sucking in deep breaths as you tried to calm yourselves down from your highs.

"there you go," embry cooed, still working at coming down from his own high as he rubbed gentle circles against your hip with his thumb and offered your head a reassuring squeeze.

you sucked in a deep breath, opening your eyes to look up at him, giggling when you saw him smiling down at you, both of you still out of breath from your rendez-vous.

"that felt so good," you whispered, smiling softly up at embry who let out a breathy laugh at your confession.

"it did," he reassured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips before straightening back up to his full height, "now can you lay down for a little while for me? don't want all this coming out of you so quick," he asked as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of you, taking his finger and gently pushing some of the leaking semen back into your overstimulated entrance, the action eliciting a soft whine from you.

you hummed softly and nodded, "let's get you in some pajamas then, yea?" he asked, smiling when you nodded again before he was turning around to find you a fresh pair of panties and one of his t-shirts for you to sleep in.

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ectogeo-art · 3 months

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Hi, @lady-sci-fi I wrote you a fic for your request of Garashir + stranded in a desert + hurt/comfort, for the @startrekwintergiftexchange! Hope you like it! ^_^

Here's the start of the fic! (The whole thing can be found at the ao3 link OR you can expand this post to read the rest of it.)

Red lights flashed and consoles blared angry warnings. The whole runabout shook violently. The planet was getting closer, much too quickly.

“What happened?” Garak asked frantically, coming up behind Julian’s seat and holding tightly to the back of it as the turbulence tried its best to throw him to the floor.

“Solar flare. We’ve lost propulsion, we’re—Shit!—we’re going to crash, I’m sorry, I—” Garak set a hand on Julian’s shoulder for just a moment. Julian took a breath and exhaled. He needed to focus. “I’ll beam us down, I just need to set the coordinates.”

“I’ll grab what supplies I can.”

Julian didn’t have time or presence of mind to acknowledge this, too engrossed in trying desperately to feed in all the parameters the computer would need to transport them somewhere safe. Somewhere on the surface not in midair or underground, somewhere on dry land, somewhere without any other obstacles or topographical features nearby since it wouldn’t do to beam into a rock or a tree or the ledge on the side of a cliff…

The computer finished its calculations and the transporter pad lit up. Julian ran to the back of the runabout, grabbing Garak’s hand on the way and pulling him along with him.

Julian squeezed his hand and they stepped into the transporter beam simultaneously. He wasn’t sure where they would end up. But at least wherever they went, they would go together.

The Defiant would rescue them soon, Garak knew.

Garak’s most recent decoding efforts had narrowed down the location of the new base to three possible planets, and when he’d learned that Julian was up next for a shift of runabout piloting, he’d offered to accompany him on the recon mission himself.

Their first stop, Eolia III, had turned out to have an atmosphere that was a bit thin and a climate that was a bit extreme, but the scans showed that it was Jem’Hadar-free. Perfectly harmless, they’d determined.

But the star of the system seemed to object to that categorization, releasing a massive solar flare just as they were attempting to leave orbit, and knocking out propulsion and guidance systems.

And now they were trapped on this world until someone on the Defiant or Starbase 375 noticed that they were late for their rendez-vous. It shouldn’t be long. Starfleet required regular comms and check-ins for missions like these, and they knew exactly which planet they were on. It would be a day or two at most. Sooner, if the distress beacon they’d activated was working.

Knowing all of this did nothing to ameliorate Garak’s sense that this would be the end for both of them.

They were in the middle of a sandy desert, no water or shade cover in sight. They’d painstakingly climbed to the crest of the tallest dune they could see, the loose sand underfoot making them slip back one step for every two steps forward, only to find that the undulating waves of periwinkle sand stretched to the horizon on all sides. With a view like that, it was hard to dismiss the glum—and irrational, he hoped—thought that their bodies would soon get swallowed up by this sea of sand, never to be found.

Garak was sure that he would have very quickly given up and succumbed to the elements without the calming effect of Julian’s incongruously optimistic disposition in light of their problems.

“Oh, Garak, we’re in a right mess, aren’t we,” Julian said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “When I told the transporter to set us down in a nice, safe, soft, flat spot, I must have searched for a safe landing ellipse of kilometers not meters. Well, there’s no point in wandering far away from the distress beacon. Nothing for it but to wait. Come on, there’s a little shade on this side.”

Then he turned so he was facing parallel to the crest of the dune and planted his feet at different heights on the steeper leeward slope, and let himself slide down the slope, using the arm closer to the dune to slow his descent and keep his balance.

When he looked up at Garak, triumphant, dusted in sand, his smile somehow outshone the sun that was beating down on them.

Garak followed him down, more slowly and cautiously. He was sure it was taking much more energy to control his descent compared to Julian’s method, but it would be worth it to keep himself a little less dusty. Besides, he was sure that he would immediately fall on his ass if he tried it, and he didn’t fancy making a fool of himself in front of Julian.

As it was, he still almost fell a few times, despite his less reckless approach. Julian watched him closely, starting to move toward him each time he wobbled, then stopping when Garak kept his balance. He offered his hand to help Garak on the final stretch to the base of the dune.

It was a relief when he reached the bottom. After the exertion of setting up the distress beacon and climbing up and then the sisyphean slopes of the dune, the sun’s heat seemed to throb in Garak’s head.

“Thank you, my dear,” Garak said, nearly out of breath, letting go of Julian’s hand.

He’d meant to add “Doctor,” but it was too late now.

“Any time.”

They set down their packs—two bug-out bags of emergency survival gear and Julian’s medkit—and sat in the slight shade that the steeper slope of the dune provided. Julian slathered himself with sunscreen and insisted that Garak do the same, despite any protests over the sliminess of it.

The light blueish-purple color of the sand, while beautiful in theory, was irritating in practice. The way it reflected light provided no relief from the intensity of the sun. Garak kept his eyes closed as much as possible, but the brightness of this planet seemed to pierce his eyelids, and he complained about it incessantly for a while until his mouth started to feel dry. He gave up on keeping his clothes pristine and leaned back against the sandy slope with one arm thrown over his face to create more shade.

Julian never stopped talking, except to take precious sips of water from their limited supplies. He told Garak everything he knew about the morphology of sand dunes, the rare diseases that can be transported by dust storms, the various places on Earth and Mars that they could visit to see impressive rock formations made from ancient sand dunes (and tentative plans to visit them together, once there was time), the strange plants and animals that inhabit various deserts on Earth… anything that came to that delightful mind of his.

Garak, for the most part, was content to take in the pleasant sound of his voice, only occasionally throwing in his own commentary and comparisons to Cardassian deserts. It was striking how animated Julian seemed now, and Garak found himself grinning, susceptible to the infectiousness of Julian’s good mood.

And what a difference from this entire past month! They’d all been shuffling mindlessly between the Defiant and Starbase 375, from battle to battle, but Julian in particular had seemed more affected than most. His once eager eyes were now haunted, his once rosy outlook darkened. So it made Garak glad to see that Julian’s spark of joy hadn’t been lost completely to the horrors of war. It had just been a little bit buried. Garak wondered what about being stuck on this desolate planet could have possibly unearthed it again.

Thirst began to gnaw at Garak’s throat more insistently as the day wore on. Unlike Julian, and in defiance of the rational part of his mind, he still didn’t completely trust that they would be rescued quickly, so didn’t want to use up all of their supplies right away. It was uncomfortable but he could handle it. He liked heat—well, it was better than cold, anyway. And this sun was no harsher than Cardassia’s. His scales should be well suited to the climate.

But soon, the sun was nearly overhead and all of their shade was gone, and he wasn’t so sure anymore. His clothes were dark and drank up the heat of the sun, and, despite his usual complaints about the unacceptable chill of Federation stations and starships, he was now much, much hotter than he would have liked. Julian was sweating too; he could see the glisten of it on his skin—

“Garak, could you give me a hand setting this up?”

He blinked. Julian seemed to be wrestling with the tent poles and tarps from their packs. Garak dutifully stood up, then immediately staggered. His head was spinning.

Julian ran over, and put an arm around him to steady him. “Hey, careful now.” He helped him gently back down to the ground and knelt beside him. “What are you feeling?”

“Dizzy.” He licked his dry lips. “Hot.”

Julian looked him over. He placed his fingers on the pulse point on his wrist and then after a little while brushed the back of his hand across Garak’s forehead. “I think it’s heat exhaustion. That’s not good, but at least there’s no obvious fever, so it’s probably not heat stroke. Not yet anyway. But I’ll need to monitor you with the tricorder to make sure it doesn’t get any worse, is that okay?”

Garak hesitated, then nodded.

“All right,” Julian said, seeming a little relieved that Garak was going to let him scan his vitals without the usual fight about it. “You’ll need to drink more water. Slowly, though. I’ll see if I can find a packet of electrolytes to add to it, too, that might help a bit. And then I’ll finish the tent and we can get you out of the sun.”

Garak nodded weakly, as Julian pressed the water bottle into his hand. He took little sips, as instructed, while Julian bustled about setting up camp and fussing over Garak at intervals. Garak felt foolish for thinking he could handle the elements. He’d either grown unforgivably weak in his years on the station or he’d simply forgotten what it was like in an environment like this and had overestimated his ability.

After what felt like a long time of doing nothing but diligently following doctor’s orders, the worst of it did begin to ebb. He even managed to force down a ration bar, at Julian’s behest, while Julian was putting the finishing touches on the tent.

When it was all set up, Julian ushered him into the tent, then followed him in. Garak was a little surprised by that. He’d expected Julian to start setting up the second tent next.

It barely felt any cooler inside. They left the flaps open in hopes of a breeze to make it less of an oven. Still, the reprieve from the direct sunlight was undeniably welcome.

Julian took another scan of Garak with the medical tricorder and studied the results.

“You’re doing great, Garak! You seem well on your way to recovery, and as the sun goes down it should start cooling off to a more comfortable temperature soon…” His brow furrowed. “Hmm, the temperature may then get uncomfortable in the other direction at night. But I suppose we’ll deal with that later. I think for now you should try to get a bit of rest.”

As he spoke, Julian was already pulling a sleeping bag out of one of the packs and spreading it out for him.

“You’ll get no argument from me.” Garak, still feeling utterly drained, curled up on top of the sleeping bag once it was ready. Garak laid on his side looking up at Julian, whose long legs splayed out across the floor of the tent.

“Mmm, and that’s one way I can tell you’re out of sorts. Lack of argumentativeness is a symptom not to be taken lightly for you, Garak,” he teased. “But some rest should get you back into fine arguing form.”

“Good. I’d hate to deprive you of such a thing for long.”

Julian grinned. “I don’t know how I’d survive,” he said sarcastically and yet so fondly that Garak’s heart began pounding in his throat.

Garak’s lingering delirium and the beauty of Julian’s smile conspired to make him blurt out, “It’s good to see you smile again.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been worried about you lately, but this trip… I have no idea what could have possibly lifted your spirits in this horrid wasteland, but whatever it is, I’m glad.”

Julian grew a little bit somber then.

“I suppose a big part of it is that it’s nice to have an excuse not to think about the war, for just a little while. When we’re in the midst of things, I feel like I’m carrying the weight of the entire war on my back. Always trying to figure out how we could win against impossible odds, or at least make it out alive. Always thinking about the people I couldn’t save—or worse, the ones who I maybe could have saved if I’d just done something differently. But right now…” He shrugged. “There’s absolutely nothing we can do except try to survive ourselves. And that’s freeing, I suppose, in a way.”

“I see. Nothing like a smaller crisis to distract from the much broader, vaguer one.”

“Exactly,” he said emphatically, like he was relieved that Garak had understood him.

Then a slight smile crept back onto his face. “And besides, I’m here with you.”

“Ah yes. ‘Misery loves company.’” Garak recited the human expression, recalling their recent time in the Dominion prison together. “I’m glad that you didn’t get stranded here alone.”

“Well, yes, but…” Julian bit his lip. “It would be a bit more accurate to say that misery loves this company in particular.”

Garak’s eyes widened.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, I know you made sure that we got assigned to this mission together. I know you missed me, too.”

“Of course I did. Hardly anyone on Starbase 375 has read The Never-Ending Sacrifice.”

“Am I really the only one willing to indulge you?”

“That’s right. You spoil me.”

Julian laughed and then sighed. “I wish that it hadn’t taken a shuttle crash for us to get to spend time together. But these days I’ll have to take what I can get.”

After a moment of consideration, Garak felt he ought to get back on even ground with him. He pushed himself back up to a seated position. Once certain he wasn’t having another spell of dizziness from the change in position, he reached out for Julian’s hand.

Their fingers slipped together so familiarly.

“What else might you take,” Garak asked, “if you could get it?” He rubbed his thumb delicately over the back of Julian’s hand.

“Anything.”

Julian lifted their joined hands and pressed his lips to Garak’s knuckles, lingering long enough that Garak’s breath caught in his throat.

“Everything,” Julian breathed, looking at him from under long lashes.

The heat burning in Garak now had nothing to do with the weather. Their lips met and then their bodies met, and soon enough hands were slipping across sweaty skin to explore the last of each other’s secrets.

They were sound asleep, tangled in each other’s arms, when the Defiant arrived to rescue them the next morning.

#garashir #elim garak #julian bashir #ds9 #star trek ds9 #garak #my fic

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fletchysohot · 9 months

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Le grand rendez-vous

Who hasn't wanted a romantic italian summer romance with Kai Havertz?

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The Italian riviera is exhilarating, from the way the sun makes the sea glisten the most beautiful shade of turquoise, bleeding into bright white when waves hit the cliff beneath the road, to the way white birds swoop in and out among white boats, with sails that disappear and reappear along the horizon like tiny meteorites in an endless sky. Driving along the coastline where the mountains meet the depths of the sea makes your breath hitch at every turn Kai takes on the small roads built into the rock walls of the cliff. You feel your knuckles turn white every time you grip into the handle of the door or edge of your car seat and your stomach drop whenever the car takes a sharper turn, grazing the pebbles of the road side.

You look over to Kai as the wind plays with his hair, his features framed by a pair of dark vintage frames and a black tshirt that hugs his torso perfectly, his tattoo peeking out when he moves his arm. He looks like a heartthrob plucked straight out of an old movie. Like he will turn to you and feed you a line just for it to be followed by a million women swooning and fainting. You are mesmerised by the way his hands steadily hold the wheel of the vintage BMW cabriolet, guiding the car, traversing it between the cliffside and rock wall. You admire the way his face is not showing any sign of worry or concentration, as if one wrong move would not send the two of you tumbling straight into the mouth of the sea with glistening white teeth of the crashing waves a hundred of metres below. The way the corners of his pink lips curl upward resemble those of a cat laying in the perfect spot of sun, you think, content and happy - a man at peace.

If you consider the past six months you don't think you have seen Kai look this way in a long time, his mind always torturing him about could-have-beens and should-have-beens. Even after games that he's won his mind would always trap him in a spiral of self pity for not doing better. It is almost as if you are not sitting next to the same man anymore, this Kai is not pale from the constant rain clouds and time spent indoors, instead his skin is glowing a light olive colour, reflecting the warm summer rays.

“You're thinking again,” he chuckles.

“I just don't like looking at the sea right now.” You throw your eyes over your shoulder and your stomach drops as he nears the edge of the lane again to pass an oncoming car.

“We'll be done with this road soon,” he soothes you, “schatz.”

You know he adds the last part to make your worries trickle away. He only uses that nickname on special occasions, in fear of it somehow wearing off, of becoming less special. Even though he is aware of the effect it has on you.

“You called me schatz.” You smile at him, letting your cheek fall onto the headrest as you look at him dreamily.

“I know I did,” he chuckles, not taking his eyes off the road.

“You look happy,” you observe.

“Yes, I'm with you, of course I'm happy!” He chuckles and the way his face lights up makes your stomach erupt in butterflies.

“I like you happy,” you sigh contently, “I like it so much.”

The car goes back to being silent, the italian radio station mixed with the sound of wind whizzing over your heads. You keep sneaking glances at the man next to you, your attention drawn to the fleeting views passing by the car.

—

The apartment you are staying in is small and quaint and humble in contrast to your spacious and luxurious house in England. The building is old, with old creaky floorboards and pale blue walls in the kitchen and living room faded from the decades of history that the bones of the home carries. The rooms are connected by heavy wooden double doors on rusty old hinges. The bedroom, much like the living room, is adorned by big windows framed by white linen curtains moving slowly in the breeze, beyond them a balcony overlooking the town below and the beautiful sea beyond the lively streets. The air of the space is heavy with the evening heat and humidity that mixes seamlessly with the smell of saltwater and wind that has seeped into every wall of the apartment over the decades. The distant bustle of the streets floats in through the open window making the apartment fill with life and warmth.

“Do you like it?” Kai's soft voice startles you.

You turn to look at him, your mind trying to find the words to encompass how everything, the trip and apartment, feels.

Even though the apartment is a stark contrast to what you would expect a professional football player to book as a holiday getaway, it is somehow perfectly Kai. Simple and humble, yet beautiful and extravagant in its own way. Special and one of a kind. You see him in every nook and cranny of the place. From the walls the colour of his eyes or to the sturdy and reliable furniture. A treasure tucked away from prying eyes.

And there he is, standing in the midst of it all, in a loose white t-shirt and a pair of simple shorts, hair still messy and windswept from spending all day driving a cabriolet, illuminated by the aura of the apartment. As if he was made for this place. This moment. Made for you only. The light from the cheap bulbs and windows illuminating him like he is something sent from heaven. An angel that has been cursed to walk the world until he finds his true love and now, here, in this moment, he's looking right at her. His eyes glisten in the evening glow filled with love and care and excitement.

“It's perfect Kai,” you say. Perfect seems like such a dumb and bland word to describe this place. You scramble for more words - superb, magical, breathtaking. None of them would describe the way you feel. None of them live up to the moment.

He doesn't reply instantly, taking his time to walk towards you, slowly, to let his eyes take you in. Finally he cups your cheek with his palm, slender fingers tracing shapes on your cheek. You lean into his touch the same way a sunflower always finds the sun. Kai slowly reaches down and kisses you. Your lips move slowly, lazily, both of you aware that you have nowhere to rush, nowhere to be. You tangle your fingers in his ebony hair and his hand cups your lower back as a cellist would hold his beloved cello. You feel his muscles ease against your body bit by bit, Kai melting into your body, finally letting himself relax.

“I think it's pretty great too.” He smiles pullin back and looking down at you. “I was thinking we could maybe go get dinner and explore the town?”

“Only if you hold my hand the whole time,” you tease him.

“Who said there was any other possible way of doing this?” He kisses your nose letting his hand slide from your cheek, down your shoulder and arm finally finding your fingers, intertwining them.

You try to find words or a stupid question, to stay here, in this moment, not to leave this perfect bubble of love. To have him kiss you again in your perfect safe haven from the world beyond the doors. To lock him away from prying eyes and sharpened tongues that make him doubt himself. To protect him.

But you know you cannot. He is not yours to lock up in an ivory tower, or in this case a small apartment by the sea in a small Italian coastal town. The worry lines on his forehead will come back and his muscles will tense again, this Kai in front of you, right now, is all but a mirage, smoke and mirrors. A sight only occurring once in a blood moon. A fleeting image that you are desperately trying to catch before it fades.

And then, like clockwork, as quickly as it appeared the air of peace and relaxation is gone. Even if he tries to hide it his shoulders become more rigid and the hints of self doubt and pain sneak back into his eyes. Your heart breaks seeing how easily, like it's second nature to him, Kai slides right back into the role of the tortured and haunted prodigy that will never live up to the expectations set on him by the world. Like Sisyphus always trekking up the hill just to be knocked down again when he thinks he's reached the summit. Never giving up or giving in - determined to bring every ounce of glory home to his team and family and friends.

“You ready to go?” you ask him, kissing his cheek. You are scared that if you stand here for a moment longer, look in his eyes for a second longer, you will break down. Fall to your knees sobbing. Beg for him to give up football. To move here. To run away with you. So the vultures can't get him. So he is safe.

“Yes ” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you, as soft as before. His touch feather light against your body, like a warm summer breeze.

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The streets of the town are lined by citrus trees, the smell of oranges and lemons mixing with the warm sea air sends your head spinning. Kai swings your hands between the two of you as both of you exit the little pizzeria, bellies full of cheese and bread and wine. Cheeks already sore from smiling and laughing.

“That wine was amazing!” you say to him as you near the seaside.

“It was phenomenal,” he exclaims, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

Phenomenal. Another word that seemingly loses all its magnitude and weight if you were to try and use it to describe this place and feeling. It feels too overused and mundane if you were to use it as a verbal expression of your feelings. Many things are phenomenal - meals, songs, films or football games. But if you tried to describe the smell of the fruit trees lingering on the nightly streets of this city or the way waves crashing against the rocks by the seaside create a perfect symphony of background ambience to your walk it would not be phenomenal. It's too much of an overused word for that.

“Do you wanna go in here?” he asks, pointing at a small outdoor bar, swallowed by flower vines and adorned by metal tables, music playing from the speakers, people milling around the courtyard.

You nod enthusiastically. The place looks like pure magic, out of a movie. The kind of place people go to fall in love.

You find a place to sit while Kai goes to fetch the two of you a bottle of wine and glasses. As he walks through the crowd you sigh happily. It's the way his face can't help but light up at the sight of you, every millimetre of his features filled with pure unadulterated love and joy. He slides into the seat next to you and pours the wine. The two of you begin to talk about the surroundings, looking at the people passing by. You tell him about how you think you should plant roses like these at home, a reminder of the trip always with you, growing and wrapping around the sleek and seemingly perfect terrace of your England home, breaking up the sterile feeling that the home has even after years of living there. He tells you about how the two of you must find out who makes this wine before you leave so he can import it, so there is always a piece of Italy with you, because never has he tasted a better wine ever. You debate about whether you should stay here another night or move on to Lake Como. Both of you captivated by the sheer beauty of the seemingly meek town that has rooted itself into your hearts. You take turns picking the bottles of wine and making a game of it.

Currently you are on your third bottle watching an old italian couple slow dance to the upbeat music. Both of you grinning at the seemingly oblivious pair, lost in their own world, moving to a beat completely opposite of the current song.

“You think that's going to be us in a few years?” you ask, chuckling.

“Definitely,” he says when you look at him, he isn't watching the elderly couple, instead his eyes are glued to you.

“Kai...” you chuckle, blushing.

“Come on! I'll give you a taste!” He says getting up.

“Kai...” you laugh.

“Come on!” he laughs gripping your wrist. “I want to dance with you!”

He pulls you up from the seat grinning like a maniac, and you don't protest. His eyes are dark like the sky above, the light from the lanterns above illuminating them with flicks of light like stars. You let his limbs pull you after him, the two of you soon moving to the rhythm of the song. Suddenly the air around you is light and time doesn't matter.

“What are you thinking about in that head of yours?” You ask him.

For a moment Kai forgets the missed penalties, the goals that should have been, the booing of fans at away stadiums and fans dressed in blue. His muscles relax and briefly his heart is not weighed down by worries and pain. In the moment, under the moon in this small quaint Italian town, he is not “Kai Havertz - football player”, he is just Kai, a man from Aachen, dancing with the love of his life under the starry skies, not worrying about tomorrow. The way she looks at him makes his heart skip a beat, as if she saved him from himself and nothing matters anymore, he's not pushing a rock up the hill just for it to tumble down again. He's not searching for glory, tripping and falling over his feet. Having her look up at him like he put the stars in the sky and pulled down the moon just for her, makes him feel like there is nothing he can't do. Having her in his arms, knowing she doesn't hate him, even if the whole world does, and knowing she is always in his corner is enough to bring him to his knees. She was sent from heaven above to save him from himself.

“Just how much I love you…” he smiles. His smile is different. Brighter, more genuine. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just how much I love you.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, kissing the warm skin earning a laugh. The kind that makes even the deepest parts of his chest rumble.

In that moment you feel like nothing matters, like no one can ever break this moment. Like in one of those postmodernism books your mother used to read on holidays, time is a construct, and you and Kai have briefly become timeless. Stuck in this moment that is filled with love and calmness, passion and excitement. Excitement for the future and what stands before the two of you. You realise that the magic is not hidden in the apartment, or growing in the vines of flowers everywhere or even bottled and corked here, it is instead rooted between you. Like a secret only you and Kai are in on. Finally the word comes to you. Finally you find words that describe the place, the moment, the feelings. Everything and everything and everything. It's all - Kai Havertz.

#football fanfic #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer x you #premier league #fluff #kai havertz #arsenal FC #germany #german nt #germany nt #germany national team #afc #arsenal

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Gimme your top 5 genres (however niche u want) you like to listen to!!

oh my god Awesome question. generally im a big enjoyer of rock and metal but ill get into some of the more specific genres i like!! (not really in any order)

Shoegaze/Blackgaze/Dreampop

This one is a little broad because there are so many genres and artists that overlap and I get a bit confused at how people categorize music. However. Fuzzy guitars incomprehensible vocals... the distortion...the Reverb...god

I got into this genre at the beginning of the pandemic and it completely bore itself into me. I could gush about how it makes me feel forever but this subset of music was just made for me. Here's some of my favourite fuzzy tunes for u...

Progressive Metal

Ohhh yeah. having a true Music Liker moment but i love it when songs are 11 minutes long and have like 3 separate breakdowns.

You got your Tool. you got Dream Theater. Caligula's Horse. My mom even recently got me into Sleep Token (lol) Hell, dir en grey has some prog metal under their belt dude it Rules

If you want to have a Really transcendent progressive metal experience lay down before u sleep and listen to This Shit:

Darkwave/Gothic Rock

Covers classic staples in the gothic scenes like Type O Negative, Sisters of Mercy, Siouxsie, The Cure, Bauhaus, etc.. and newer contemporaries of overlapping genres like Drab Majesty, Cold Cave, Linea Aspera, Rendez Vous!!

listen 2 some truly sexy darkwave stuff i dare you. its so good. both of these examples are really gay especially workout

Indie/Contemporary Folk

During and after the pandemic, my musical sensibilities shifted considerably based on my relationship with my immediate surroundings. Long story short, now that I didn't have to go to fucking Public School, it was a lot easier to realize that I lived in a beautiful town that I could explore and connect to all on my own.

This was the kind of music that I listened to while drinking tea on the porch with my cat, biking to the shore, walking into the woods, thinking about the boy i still liked. those days kind of served to clue me in that i was a real person with a real life to live i guess lol

Post-Punk (The Weird Kind)

I'm not very good with music labels so I really didn't know what Post-Punk entailed for a while. But looking into it, I realized it's a really broad label covering a lot of shit that I really like.

Post-punk mostly encompasses some of the experimental artsy type nerd music I like!! Devo! Talking Heads! Squid! Viagra Boys! Technically it also encompasses the gothic rock stuff above too but. Oh well. Hey you should listen to squid listen to them do it

if u listen to any of the above i will love you forever. i am holding your hand and leading you. do not be scared

@good-wine-and-cheese thank u so much 4 prompting this and now im curious!!! whatre YOUR top 5 genres..

#music #i had to stop myself from going on insanely long tangents about all my personal history with certain music #the post wouldve gotten far 2 long #hehe..

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Classroom Of The Elite Gossip Girl

I am considering making this a series if you like it, so please do not hesitate to let me know. There a few questions below related to the story so pay attention while you read to answer them.

The story starts on the Cruise ship test after the VIPs have been chosen.

It was the third day of the Zodiac test. And the Gossip girl had hit again. No one really knows who this mysterious messenger is, but it is believed that they can see the future, at least according to the rumors. The first time I received a message from Gossip girl, it said: class D will not receive 100,000pts at the end of the month. And that same text was sent to everyone in my grade. And as the message foretold, we never did. Everyone in my class and across my grade was equally shaken, and as if messing with us, another message appeared on our cruise ship to the island, it said: Class D will dominate. And it did, just as the message foretold.

There’s one theory in the class C leader’s head: X is the Anonymous messenger Gossip girl. For him, there could be no other possible solution. He knew a mastermind was pulling Class D’s strings from the background but was yet to know who. He would look for a plan later, and unmask X who he also thinks is the Gossip Girl.

Today, the Gossip Girl sent a new Gossip to all the students on the ship: Class A will end up rock bottom, Was all it said. Now every single student in class A was starting to doubt Kasturagi’s strategy to win this. On the third round of the zodiac meetings, class A students seemed very uneasy. None of the Gossips from the Gossip Girl had been false, so it means:

“Class A folks are losing it.”

Kushida told Ryuuen during their secret rendez-vous. He thought that this woman wanted to feed him information on X, but she had no knowledge of the person controlling Horikita in the shadows. Useless, he thought, but she proposed a deal with him, she was ready to betray her class to get Horikita expelled, and to prove her sincerity she sold him her identity as one of the class D’s VIPs.

“I wish they could mess with Horikita a bit more.”

The Gossip Girl had an immense power that they might have not been aware of. A single gossip could lead to total chaos, and the class leader’s would have a hard time controlling their class. By saying that, Kushida wanted more gossip about class D to give Horikita a hard time, something Ryuuen admired about her, this malevolence that knows no bounds. But people like her end up being sheep for the bigger prey.

On the day of the results Class A ended up last with 0pts. Kasturagi was a trash leader, and Ryuuen’s class was on top of the ladder, as the gossip foretold. Class A is in chaos, and as the walls fall in front of my eyes, I watch silently as though not there. Now, the real plan can begin.

I opened my phone, multiple messages already sent in my inbox asking about who I am and how I know so much. On the top right, I opened another gossip tab. Knowledge isn’t free. And pressed send. Now, I will wait. On the next exam, I will sell info to the class that bids the highest. With this, at the end of my third year I will have exceeded the 20 million points that will allow me to switch to the class that will be A upon graduation. And only then, will I be able to return back home.

In which class do you think Gossip Girl is in?

What do you think of Gossip Girl’s 20 million plan?

Which character would you like Gossip Girl to be?

=================== S N E A K P E A K ==========================

Username: Gossip Girl

Password: **********

Welcome back Gossip Girl! Who will you send your next message to?

To: class 1 B

Text: Your class was the highest bidder. What do you wish to know?

#classroom of the elite #suzune horikita #ichinose honami #kakeru ryuuen #fanfic #anime fanfic #Youkoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e #youzitsu #you zitsu fandom #kiyotaka ayanokouji

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etiennedaho · 7 months

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Le vendredi 6 octobre, Etienne Daho et Vanessa Paradis, Pierre de Maere, Jain et James Blunt ont donné rendez-vous aux auditeurs de la station Pop-Rock pour un RTL2 Pop-Rock Live exceptionnel, sur la scène du Trianon à Paris.

#etienne daho #daho #rtl2 #le trianon #vanessa paradis

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mask131 · 10 months

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The folklore of Normandy: Fairies

Loosely translated from Amélie Bosquet’s “La Normandie romanesque et merveilleuse ; traditions, légendes et superstitions populaires de cette province” - “Romantic and marvelous Normandy ; traditions, legends and superstitions of this province”, 1845-54

Article: Les fées (fairies)

Dancing is the fairies’ favorite pleasure. At night, when the moon shines bright, they gather to dance in a circle - and they dance without crushing any grass, without even touching the ground, they dance - or rather they slide - to the sound of melodious instruments. But anyone who dares approach such a celebration will be taken by a strong vertigo - a vertigo which will compel them to take part of the dance. At first welcome with good will, encouraged and flattered by the fairies, the newcomer might be pleased with their decision... But soon the magical circle goes faster and faster, turning without ever stopping, and when it finally stops the poor human falls on the ground, exhausted. Sometimes, as a last cruelty, these malicious fairies like to make their human partner jump at an incredible height - and if they do not die by landing back onto the earth, they will certainly find themselves in the morning with a lot of broken bones and damaged muscles. The area where fairies dance are easily recognizable: it is always a circular area, where the grass looks like it was burned - they are called “cercle des fées”, “circle of fairies”. There are two types of circle of fairies: one has green grass in the center, surrounded by a dry circle ; the other is barren in the center, with around a circle of grass thicker and fresher than the rest of the meadow.

While the fairies of Normandy greatly enjoy dancing, they have other hobbies. In some regions, they are depicted as very clean and industruous folks (which separates them from the elfes - elves). The fairies often go to lonely fountains, where they wash their laundry before having it dry on druidic stones. Once the laundry is dry, they store it in little caverns either inside of rocks or under mounds and tumulus - places called “Chambres des fées” (Fairy rooms) or “Grottes des fées” (Fairy grottos). These true housewives do even more: like the lutins, they are very proficient in rural work. They usually choose a given farm, and borrow there horses, harnesses and tools - because in the night, they will use them for mysterious works that seemingly do not give any visible results in the morning, but must have some hidden utility. Proud and mischievious, the Normandy fairies like to ride on horses in an unusual fashion: they sit on the neck of the animal, and make yokes out of the mane of the beast.

Fairies are said to be very talented, good and knowledgeable in everything they do, so much that they bring happiness and bless everything they touch. When they use drudge-animals, they will grow fat, the tools they touched are repaired (if they were broken) or become as if they were new (if they were worn-out). Fnally, they are gracious, kind, easily attach themselves to people, and like to give little services to others - they are even known to gift cakes to those that please them (or those that have the good idea to not disturb them).

Article: Le rendez-vous des fées (The meeting of the fairies)

At a certain crossroad of Normandy, it was believed that every night, the great council of the fairies gathered to make a surveillance work over the land. Each fairy had a given area to watch over, and they had to make a full report on everything that happened in their area. The president of the assembly held between her hands a “book of life”, which contained the name of every inhabitant of Normandy. As the president heard the other fairies’ report, she placed either a white dot or a black dot next to each name - a white dot if they were favorable to the person’s actions and deeds, a black dot if the person’s actions displeased them. Then, a judgement was pronounced over the crime of the black-doted individuals. Each nocturnal gathering ended up in a wild and acrobatic dance.

The results of the judgements happened quite fast afterward. You see, this crossroad was a needed step on the way towards the market of Gisors - so all those that either had to sell their products or go buy their groceries had to go through the crossroad. Each and every person arriving by the crossroad felt a sudden tiredness, that forced them to stop or sit down - no matter how much they wanted to go forward. But this was an artificial fatigue, that only stopped for a moment. The good people, those that had a white dot in the fairies’ book, promplty got up back again, feeling all fresh and full of energy - they advanced quickly on the road, with their head high and their heart happy. At the market of Gisors, they were acclaimed with “Here are the good people!”, recognized by ther brave walk and their bubbling behavior. However, bad people, those with the black dot, felt ashamed and scared at the crossroad, and their bodies was suddenly covered in a certain type of nsects... When the market of Gisors saw them arrive, dragging their feet, scratching themselves all over, they were welcomed with the screams “Here are the bad people! They have lice!”.

#french folklore #normandy folklore #fairies #fées #fairy circles #french legends

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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter eight

September 23rd, 2018

Showing up at 30 Rock after your rendez-vous in his office was a little awkward.

Awkward in the sense that he smiled when you walked in the room and that (right there!), had you hoping and praying that this wasn’t a one time thing. Your class on Friday was normal--Max complained to Jason about the people he worked with and other students recounted their first few weeks at various internship locations.

You caught his eye a few times but always made sure to be the first to look away. You couldn’t make it that easy.

Now, you tapped your pen against your small kitchen table, looked down at the page in front of you. Sophie had long given up at this point, she snapped her gum obnoxiously and scrolled on her phone when you looked up at her.

“What?” She asked, uninterested.

You almost felt guilty. Not that your sexual escapades were Sophie’s business or something of the sort—but holding the recent development in had led to an increase in headaches and nausea and truthfully, you were worried that if you didn’t tell someone, you’d die of a stress heart attack or some other similar ailment.

And if what happened was a one-off, one-time thing--if it faded into a memory sooner rather than later--you at least wanted someone else to be able to vouch on your deathbed that you had, finally, done it.

The excitement of it had you dreaming about him even more. If he was that good with his fingers, imagine the ecstasy that would come if you actually slept with him. You’d already dropped your coffee on the subway just thinking about it, and now you spent nights imagining what it would be like to feel his body against yours.

Apparently Sophie could tell that whatever was going through your brain was important, her eyes narrowed and she asked again: “what?”

“You have to be calm, okay?”

She made a face at that. One that quickly morphed from confusion to excitement. “What? Oh my god, what?”

“I think I want to have sex with Jason.”

“Shut up, oh my god!” Sophie squealed, reaching forward and slapping her hands wildly against your side.

“Stop it, ouch, ouch!” You pulled away and shot her a look.

“You’re going to fuck our professor,” she hissed in excitement, “oh my god this is so cool.”

“Okay don’t bring yourself into it,” you made a face.

“When is it gonna happen?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, biting back a laugh. “I’m not planning it out or something, but, let‘s just say—it’s, uh, elevated.”

“Elevated?” She practically purred. “How so?”

“Okay you are way too into this,” you let out a snort of a laugh.

“Let me live!” She whined, “just spit it out already.”

You hesitated, smirked a little just to piss her off. “He’s—uh—he’s pretty good with his fingers.”

“Max is going to die,” she said seriously, her face still in shock when her mouth hung open.

“No, Sophie, no—we can’t tell them.”

“What?!” She screeched. “You’re finally fucking him and you’re gonna be all coy about it?”

“We aren’t fucking,” you rolled your eyes. Technicalities didn’t matter.

She rolled her eyes right back. “Finger fucking,” she shrugged.

“Sophie—“ you warned.

“Come on,” she begged. “You’re going to say all of this and not give me any details?”

“Only if you promise to keep your mouth shut, okay? And I mean shut--I don’t want to tell Max or Naomi yet because I have no idea what any of this means.”

She held up three fingers, an eager grin stretched from ear to ear. “Girl Scout’s Honor.”

You laughed at that--it was hard to imagine Sophie of all people doing good in her community.

Anyway.

“I ended up in his office after class one night--”

“Your Friday class?” She clarified.

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “That’s the only class I have with him.”

“Was this just a few days ago?”

“Two Fridays ago,” you told her, a little annoyed now at the level of detail she needed. “I’ll explain it if you just let me finish.”

She nodded, still desperate to hear more.

“So I was there one night--we were working on the script, and--I don’t know--I ended up kissing him and then I immediately left because it was weird and awkward and he seemed freaked out.”

“Holy fucking shit.”

“I know--so then he emails me about having to do the first review for the internship seminar, and so a few days later I go to his office and literally right when I walked in he apologized and said he crossed a line--”

“I thought you kissed him?”

“I did,” you waved her off. “But he was being professional and addressing it, I guess.”

“Okay,” she urged you to go on.

“So then--I don’t know--I was there again and we acknowledged that it happened and he made a comment that there’s always been something there or whatever and we made out and he--”

Her eyes went wide as she waited for you to spit it out.

“--fingered me and it was the greatest thing ever but I need you to be cool about this because I’m also kind of losing my shit over it.”

She clamped her mouth shut, eyes still wide when she nodded, slowly. She was letting it sink in.

“Okay but I also need you to say something,” you watched her.

“I am so incredibly proud of you,” she said seriously.

“Oh god,” you laughed. She sprung up from her seat and danced around your kitchen.

“You’re fucking Jason!”

“I don’t know if present tense is accurate.”

“But you said you want to.”

“Yeah but--we hooked up once. I have no clue if anything more will come of it.”

“But you would like for more to come of it?” She asked in confirmation.

A shrug of your shoulders. A siren outside your apartment. “Yeah.”

She smiled again, poured you a glass of wine and promised to keep her mouth shut that night when Max and Naomi came over for dinner. But after a bottle of Cab Sauv and a joint that Max brought, your guard came down and it felt good to hear the way they squealed in excitement.

With the joint in his mouth as he sat on your windowsill, you refilled Naomi’s wine.

“So--I have some news.”

“News?” Max looked up. “What kind?”

“The Sudeikis kind,” Sophie giggled.

He coughed out of surprise and from the weed. “Sudeikis news? This early in the semester?!”

“And it’s big,” Sophie pranced towards him.

Naomi sipped her wine and waited skeptically. You took a deep breath.

“We hooked up in his office the other day and I have no clue if it will happen again but please keep this information to yourselves.”

Okay, so maybe Sophie had convinced you to share it with them. At least that way you have more people to weigh in on it, she’d shrugged, listing off the endless reasons you should just get it over with already.

You wouldn’t admit it to her, but you figured that hearing Max and Naomi’s thoughts would better equip you to navigate whatever would come of this. Not that you didn’t value Sophie’s input, but you knew her penchant for racy and risque behavior slanted her opinion.

They both stared back at you with shock on their faces.

“P in the V hooked up?” Max asked.

You laughed at his wording. “No.”

“Finger in the V,” Sophie wiggled her eyebrows.

You shot her a glance--shut it--but Max let out a victory screech.

“Fucking finally!”

The smile on Naomi’s face didn’t falter, but she was the first to deliver a dose of rational thinking. “Have you guys talked about it at all?”

“No,” you returned to your spot on your couch. “I saw him at work and there was some flirty energy, but, overall, I have no clue what it means or if it will continue. But--” you held up a finger to cut Max off, “I figured I should clue you all in seeing as I’ve been harassed endlessly for years.”

“You manifested this,” Max laughed. “A dream during first year about sucking his dick and now you actually hooked up with him. It’s honestly impressive.”

“Do you want something to come of it?” Naomi still questioned.

You shrugged, smiled a little when they all waited for your answer.

“I don’t want either of us to get in trouble--which is why you guys need to be quiet.”

“Of course,” Max nodded. “We’ll only gossip about it to each other.”

Naomi laughed, raised her glass in the air. “To responsibly doing risky things.”

That was something you could drink to.

October 2nd, 2018

You had no idea if you’d see Jason on Thursday evening when you walked into the atrium space in the Student Center. Now that she’d seen her iconic summer course—Sex in Media—through, the department had decided to put together a retirement party for Dr. Marie DeSpoza.

With Max on your left and Naomi on your right, you turned around after you got a glass of wine in a clear plastic cup from the dining hall worker dressed in all black.

“There are way more people here than I expected,” Max surveyed the evening.

“Maybe I won’t even have to worry about seeing you know who,” you said quietly.

“There’s no way you’ll be that lucky,” Sophie teased.

So far they’d all handled it pretty well. The questions died down after a few days and when you promised to keep them in the loop if there were any new developments, they seemed to go back to their usual teasing ways.

You hadn’t had any alone time with Jason since that day in his office. Someone in the writer’s room was always lurking and in an attempt to let the commotion die down, you didn’t wait around for him after class.

He certainly didn’t seem upset or bothered or angry. You could tell by the way he looked at you that he was trying to wait you out. Who was going to make the next move?

Which is why, when you spotted him across the room with Will and Laurie, you decided that taking the high road is the way you were going to play it.

Your friends followed behind when you walked up, waved at Laurie in greeting when she smiled.

“Hello, hello!” She greeted, offering Naomi a sideways hug as your two groups merged into one. “Welcome to NYU’s fanciest party!”

You laughed at her joke, lifted your plastic cup in jest. “I’m not ashamed to say we’re here for the free wine.”

“We are too,” Will confessed with a smile.

Jason caught your eye, a smile when Sophie laughed with Will about the budget for events like these. A renowned professor, you’d think they’d at least have champagne!

You mingled for a while like that--didn’t address him unless it was in the group context--and wondered what coursed through his mind knowing he’d reduced you to a puddle with his fingers alone.

He didn’t avoid your gaze. If anything, you felt his eyes more than usual--a welcomed reminder that you weren’t the only one playing the game.

There were appetizers and a cake that was cut into slices, Thank you Dr. DeSpoza in purple frosting and some balloons that matched the university’s theme. You were excited to see Anne May Walter, caught up with her about your internship until Jason interrupted to tell her how you’d held her letter of recommendation over his head. You were quick to call him out.

“He took his sweet time writing that for me,” you told Anne.

“But she knew it was coming.”

“Being aware of deadlines is a skill that will serve her well,” Anne joked with Jason. “Especially in this industry. And as her advisor, you of all people should respect that!”

“I do respect it,” he nodded at you. “She’s continued to impress me.”

You ignored what you hoped was a double meaning in his words and shrugged, not afraid to mess with him. “The letter was decent.”

Anne smiled but got tugged away by Dean Vasquez. For a moment you thought he’d stay and talk to you, but then he turned to Will when he overheard his name.

You danced around each other like that for a while, fully aware of the energy between you but unwilling to acknowledge it.

Until he was nowhere to be found and a text came across your screen.

Jason Sudeikis (9:14pm): Merrill Computer Lab - 210

You scanned the room. Sophie was refilling her glass, Max was with a friend from his internship listening to Naomi and Dr. DeSpoza laugh about camera angles and blooper reels. So you let your feet carry you down the hall, around the corner, and up one flight of stairs.

It was quiet--the building seemed empty save for the retirement party and late night students grabbing a snack.

You knew where the computer lab was but had no idea why he was there or why he’d texted you. A janitor at the far end of the hall with a vacuum, the red light by the doorknob told you the room was locked.

You looked through the tiny window, saw him inside in the dark, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone. You pulled your ID card from the back of yours and swiped to gain entrance.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening, and again you let it shut quietly behind you, a smile when it latched into place.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” he said, watching as you approached.

“How’s it going?”

“Good, yeah--just haven’t had a minute alone with you in a while.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, unsure where he was going. The more he said things like that the more you wanted to be alone with him.

“Are we, uh--are we okay?” His eyebrows were furrowed, forehead wrinkled as he waited for your answer.

You nodded, tried to tone down the excitement and also hide the way he made your cheeks flush in the dark room. “Yeah, yes--are you okay?”

He laughed a little at that, broke eye contact for a moment and looked around the room.

“I mean, outside of the moral crisis surrounding what happened in my office between us, yeah.”

“Hmmm,” you nodded. You couldn’t help but feel excited, his words pricked your skin in a good way. “And how are you doing pertaining to what happened in your office?”

“Confused,” he said honestly, a slow nod when he brought his eyes back to yours.

“Me too.”

His face faltered at that, care and concern washed over his features when you tried to explain.

“Not in a bad way! I enjoyed it, a lot--obviously, I mean, you know, seeing as it ended the way it did,” you sputtered out. He laughed a little at your sudden disclosure, a nod to the way he brought you to orgasm so effortlessly. The nerves in your gut made you keep talking and start walking. “I’m just confused because I know it’s--yeah--not super kosher because of our roles.”

He leaned against a table lined with desktops and keyboards, watched as you paced in front of him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He smirked a little, let out a breath before he confessed: “I’m slightly concerned with how much I want to kiss you.”

You smiled, felt your heart thump at his words. “I know the feeling.”

He kept your gaze for a second, smiled again when you took a few steps forward. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing,” he said quietly.

You nodded. “I won’t.”

But you were comfortable kissing him, so you closed the space between you and tugged him into you by the lapel of his blazer. His hands moved to your jaw instinctually, and for the first time, you didn’t worry if he could hear how fast your heart was beating.

You pushed the blazer off of his shoulders, he shrugged out of it quickly and then wrapped his arms around your waist. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

A quiet laugh in the computer lab: “ditto.”

So you kissed him harder, bit his lower lip when his hands wandered south and cupped your ass over the fabric of your dress. You felt him growing against your thigh, moaned into his mouth when his left hand pushed the shoulder of your dress towards the ground, exposing your bra before letting his fingers trace the outline against your skin.

He reached around, fumbled with the hooks before it popped loose, the straps around your arms when his thumb rubbed over your right nipple.

You were desperate, panting and kissing and wishing you could devour him when he pulled back quickly.

“If we have sex,” he cleared his throat, panting from desire, “we can’t--you know--talk about it.”

“I know,” you said, a quick nod when you tried to pull him back to you.

He laughed, held onto your arms when he smiled. “And if I fuck you--here,” he looked around the dark room--blinking lights from the printers and a quiet hum from the computers-- “I need you to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded again, let your own hand slide down his khakis until you traced the outline of his erection. “I’ll do the best I can.”

He smiled at that, pressed his lips to yours and reached for his belt buckle. You both tugged at it, laughed when it finally came apart and you could reach a hand inside. He hummed against your mouth in pleasure, maneuvered you both around until he pushed you into one of the tables.

He broke free for a second, only to press a kiss against your neck and then your collarbone and then he took your nipple in his mouth, flicked it with his tongue when your head fell back. His hands traveled up along the slit of your dress, a magnet to your center when he finally pushed his hands against the soaked fabric of your panties.

You groaned in pure joy, unsure if you could handle his fingers and his cock in one night. So before he slipped a digit inside, you pushed him away.

“I just want your cock,” you breathed.

“You do?” He asked, head tilted to one side when he gave you a smug look.

A fervent nod, you reached around his arm and down his pants, let your hand wrap around his length when he stepped closer. He pushed his pants down, slid his boxer briefs to his knees and pumped himself a few times when he looked up at you.

“Are you sure you can be quiet?”

“Positive,” you said, a fistful of his shirt and you pulled him against your chest. He laughed, held a hand around his shaft as he grazed his tip up and down your center.

If you tried, you probably could have orgasmed right then.

But he pushed into you, held onto your thighs when you wrapped them around his hips. His hand found your jaw again, his thumb pressed against your lips in attempt to keep you quiet.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, tongue lapping at his thumb when he laughed.

“Yeah? You like that, baby?”

You nodded, swallowed before he brought his mouth to yours, letting his tongue dance between your lips as he picked up his pace. Hard and slow and then fast when his hands found your breasts again.

He felt big inside of you, warm and exciting as you braced yourself against the table, almost there. He watched as your head fell back again, teetering on the edge of orgasm when you spoke.

“I’m gonna cum,” you told him, and then he chuckled: “that’s the point.”

You whimpered but his hand was on your mouth before it could get loud, he watched as you came undone in front of him, a look of pride on his face when you caught your breath.

He moved slower now, still rocking in and out of you when he smiled.

“I know we’re not keeping score or anything,” you said. “But it’s now 2-0, so please,” you looked up at him. “Have your way with me.”

Apparently he liked the sound of that. He smiled against your mouth but brought his hand up to your throat, firm and soft at the same time when he pushed into you with more force. You smiled up at him coyly when he watched you, pumping himself in and out until he crested and rode the wave of his orgasm with a smirk on his face.

He laughed when it was over, offered a hand to help you down from the table. You adjusted, smoothed out your dress and hair when he pulled his pants back up and said: “should we get back to the party?”

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Killing Joke at Rock Rendez-Vous in Lisbon - Portugal

Friday 7 de dezembro de 1984

"HA" Killing Joke Live

Price: 3€ (0,75€ of which are intended for drinks and beverages at the bar)

Killing Joke are an English rock band from Notting Hill, London, England, formed in 1979 by Jaz Coleman (vocals, keyboards), Paul Ferguson (drums), Geordie Walker (guitar) and Youth (bass). Their first album, Killing Joke, was released in 1980. After the release of Revelations in 1982, bassist Youth was replaced by Paul Raven. The band achieved mainstream success in 1985 with both the studio album Night Time and the single "Love Like Blood". The band's musical style emerged from the post-punk scene, but stood out due to their heavier approach, and has been cited as a key influence on industrial rock. Their style evolved over many years, at times incorporating elements of gothic rock, synth-pop and electronic music, often bearing Walker's prominent guitar and Coleman's "savagely strident vocals". Killing Joke have influenced many later bands and artists, such as Metallica, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails and Soundgarden. Coleman and Walker have been the only constant members of the band, but the current line-up features all four original members.

Mais um grande concerto no Rock Rendez Vous

#post punk #new wave #gothic rock #industrial rock #killing joke #rock rendez vous

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List 10 songs with 10 names in the titles that I like, and then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @romeorevoarchive, thank you!

In random order, I give you some best of '80s/90' Slovenian (and one adjacent) pop/rock :P (these are the songs of my youth and I still enjoy them.)

Mandarina - Don Juan

Povej mi, Marina - Don Juan

Nika - Rok'n'Band

Đuli - Daniel Popović

O, Korl - Gamsi

Johnny, Johnny, še si živ - Rendez Vous

Toni ma pa lepo kapo - Damjan Zih

Hugo - Čuki

Living Next Door to Alice - Smokie

The Song of Durin - Clamavi De Profundis

Tagging: @gluten-free-spider-man, @lglorien, @jadedbirch, @zoi-no-miko, @wellwhataboutme, @stargazerdaisy, @vesperass-anuna, @eveningspirit, @abedsmessedupmeta, @street-of-mercy and whoever else wants to do it. As Always, feel free to ignore.

#tag meme #romeorevoarchive #songs #(yes some lyrics are deemed 'problematic' by today's standards but idc)

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can you pls do an imagine with any of the polys where they're having super intense sex and reader is hella deep in the subspace but some of the boys or whoever end up coming over in the middle of it and both boys are trying to keep reader from having a sub drop without giving away the fact that they were just fucking her brains out a few minutes ago🙏🙏🙏

these two🥺

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"keep your legs open you brat-" paul gritted out, tightening his grip on your thigh as he stood at the edge of the bed and pounded into you. you let out a loud whine, sobbing as your brain worked at processing all the pleasure coursing through your body.

"did you hear that?" your other imprinter's soft voice came, forcing paul to still his movements as he listened, unintentionally allowing you a moment to catch your breath. while you anxiously sucked in lungfuls of air, seth quickly tugged his plaid pajama pants on before heading out to see who was at the front door.

paul slid his hands up to rest on your hips, rubbing gentle circles against the fatty flesh there while he listened to hear who was interrupting your night. sure enough, you heard the voices of none other than embry call, quil ateara, sam uley, and emily young enter your apartment.

paul let out a loud groan, anxiously running his fingers through his hair as he tried to figure out what to do with you. neither of your imprinters had anticipated having company over tonight so they weren't worried about pushing you deep into the subspace.

unfortunately for you, you three now had company and paul and seth had to figure out what to do with you. "hey princess," paul murmured after a moment of thinking, softening his gaze as he looked down at you. you smiled up at him, "you gonna keep being a good girl for me, yea?" he asked, offering your hips a gentle squeeze that had you giggling softly.

you nodded, "your good girl," you confirmed, reaching your hands up to brush away at the tears that had fallen during your rendez-vous just a few moments prior.

"my good girl," paul cooed, "now i'm gonna pull out of you so we can get dressed, yea? we gotta go talk with quil, embry, sam, and emily for a little bit, okay?" he asked, not waiting for your response before he was pulling his rock hard length out of you, eliciting a loud whine from you as you sat up, quickly grabbing his hand to pull him back to you.

"princess," paul murmured, "promise i'm gonna take care of you in a little bit, okay? need you to be a good girl for me for a little while and then i promise i'll let that pretty little pussy of yours cum on me and seth as much as you want to, yea?" he asked, offering your hand a soft squeeze as he bent down to grab his sweatpants and boxers from the floor, quickly pulling them on as you slowly nodded.

"hey pretty girl," seth's voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you looked over your shoulder to see him stepping over to you, "gonna get you dressed so we can go cuddle on the couch for a little bit," seth cooed as paul pressed a quick kiss to your head before he was heading out into the living room to entertain your surprise guests.

you slowly nodded, anxiously watching seth as you tried to figure out what on earth was going on, "hey, hey, don't go working yourself up on me," seth murmured as he stepped between your thighs, easily catching onto your anxiety, "you're gonna cuddle with me on the couch for a little bit and then we can finish up a little later, okay?" he asked softly, sliding his hands over your own as he patiently waited for you to process his words.

after a moment, you nodded, biting your bottom lip as he grabbed you a fresh pair of panties, one of his t-shirts, and some spandex for you to get changed into, "c'mere pretty girl," he cooed, quickly helping you into your clothes, "do you think you can walk into the living room with me?" he asked, giving your hands a gentle squeeze when you looked up at him hesitantly, "i'll help you, yea?" he suggested, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead when you nodded.

he was quick to help you up, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist as you curled into his side, allowing him to lead the two of you into the living room, "oh there she is!" emily exclaimed when you and seth entered the living room, "we were wondering where you were," she teased and you giggled, blushing as you sat down on the couch with seth, quickly curling into his side.

"she was just sleeping, isn't that right pretty girl?" seth asked teasingly, offering your hip a gentle squeeze to prompt you to respond.

you nodded, "jus' sleeping," you reiterated, smiling over at your friend who laughed softly as she curled into sam's side, content with your response.

"anyways," quil started before dramatically clearing his throat, "we didn't mean to intrude on your precious slumber princess," he teased, eliciting a series of laughs from everyone, "but we needed to talk to your boytoys about what they saw on patrol today." he added, turning his attention back over to paul who rolled his eyes, glancing over at you for a moment before he was looking back at quil.

"it was definitely that rogue vampire you and embry caught the other day," paul explained, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in as you curled further into seth's side.

"you okay pretty girl?" seth murmured as the rest of the group went back to focusing on whatever it was they picked up on in the woods earlier.

you nodded, looking up at him with doe eyes, "promise i'm bein' good?" you whispered back, anxiously watching his expression for any signs of annoyance, the subspace convincing you him and paul were secretly mad at you which is why they ended your session early.

seth was quick to soothe your worries, both him and paul all too aware of how easily upset you could get when you were in such a fragile state, "such a good girl," he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "you wanna cuddle under the blanket?" he suggested, knowing you'd feel much better if you were in a spot you could at least somewhat relax in.

you quickly nodded, loving that idea which had seth letting out a breathy laugh as he sat up and quickly grabbed the blanket at the edge of the couch before he sat back and laid it over the two of you, "there you go pretty girl," he cooed, wrapping his arms around you so he could hold you close to him as you threw your legs over his legs, resting your head against his chest.

"seth and i can come over first thing tomorrow then," paul's voice caught your attention and you looked over at him, blushing when he glanced over at you and offered you a soft smile.

"and y/n you'll come with too, right?" emily asked softly, "we have to make those brownies that kim was talking about," she added and you quickly nodded, smiling over at her.

"mhm!" you hummed, giggling when seth offered your hip a soft squeeze as he kissed your hair.

"okay perfect," embry mused as he got up, stretching his arms over his head, "now can we please go? i'm starving," he whined, eliciting laughs from all of you as the rest of the group got up.

"okay we'll see you tomorrow princess!" quil called teasingly as the group waved their goodbyes and headed out.

when they closed the door behind them, seth and paul let out audible sighs of relief, "so proud of you pretty girl," seth murmured after a moment, pulling you tight against his chest as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, "did such a good job," he praised, eliciting a series of giggles from you as your other imprinter got up and came over to the two of you.

"such a good job kitten," paul reiterated, "now you gonna let us make you feel good?"

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perduedansmatete · 8 months

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j'écoute the dø et je suis contente demain je vois mes copines et je me rends compte que c'est drôle car elles font parties de mes amitiés de plus longue date, on se connaît depuis la plage toutes petites et on est encore super amies, demain soir je boirais donc autre chose que du thym après avoir mangé les mêmes crêpes que depuis toujours, peut-être qu'on ira promener la chienne à marée basse si elles ont emmené celle de leurs grands-parents qui grandit aussi (vieillit surtout malheureusement) puis mercredi on ira certainement à la recyclerie se charger de petits trucs inutiles mais nécessaires on rentrera tard après le train en espérant ne pas retomber en panne avant la gare et après avoir attendu mille ans notre bus puis on goûtera la goutte de prune beaucoup trop vieille peut-être qu'on en mourra mais sinon j'espère pouvoir offrir les petits cadeaux que je veux à qui ils sont destinés et refaire mon stock de câlins avant rock en seine qui a intérêt à être cool sinon je boude d'ailleurs j'espère ne pas y croiser celui qu'on appelle le banquier comme l'année dernière c'était trop éprouvant et bon après le programme est nul j'ai que des rendez-vous chez des médecins j'ai la flemme et il faut que je me coupe les cheveux aussi et que je râle sur l'administration de la fac très important ça

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imfluentinfangirlandgay · 2 years

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Surprise Adoption - Ch 7

Ingo held the crying Dawn in his arms, considering his options. He decided right then and there. She would stay with him and Emmet for the time being.

Word Count: ~1200

if someone drew emmet and ingos outfits from this chap i think id actually die of laughter because they look so stupid i love them

Emmet was the first awake this time, bouncing on his heels like a child on the first morning of a family vacation. He poked Ingo and Dawn awake, his grin reaching his ears. “Get up, we must not be late!” he said flatly as he hopped into the bedroom to change his clothes. The other two groaned as they sat up from the nest in the front room, rubbing sleep from their eyes.

“Where are we going today?” Dawn asked sleepily. “He sure seems excited about it.”

“It will be a surprise. I am sure you will enjoy it as well.” Ingo stood up and lifted her to her feet, retreating to their shared room as well to find some clothing. Emmet was whirling around the room, grabbing some cargo shorts and a random t-shirt and this and that. “You appear excited, Emmet.” Ingo raised an eyebrow at his brother mirthfully.

“This will be the first time you have gone since your reappearance!” Emmet grinned. “They have added new things. I believe you will enjoy yourself. I am Emmet. I do not like heights. If she wants to go on-”

Ingo covered Emmet’s mouth with his hand. “Emmet! It is a surprise, remember?”

“She is not in the cabin currently!”

“She can still hear, though. She is preparing. We will depart shortly.”

They quickly dressed, Ingo managing to convince Emmet to wear something slightly more appropriate for the weather (including a fanny pack and a polo shirt) as he himself put on some denim shorts and a collared shirt that he tucked in slightly. He also grabbed some sunglasses for himself and Emmet. He ducked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair before he emerged finally into the kitchen. Dawn was preparing some toast and eggs as Emmet was pulling on his socks and shoes, grinning still. Galvantula and a couple Joltik were stationed nearby.

“Emmet-”

“Ingo, I am wearing them like this and you cannot stop me.” Emmet finished pulling his long socks up his thighs, the stark white contrasting with the black shoes he wore. He also had a waist pack on the table, which he was filling with things. Sunscreen, Poffins, his wallet, his Xtrans, and other things they may need for the day trip. Ingo toed on the black shoes he had.

“Uncle Emmet, why are you wearing those socks?” “Me and Ingo burn verrry easily. I like to cover my calves.”

“Then why the fanny pack?” she asked, trying not to laugh.

“It is convenient! I do not have to hold it.”

“Elesa would throw a fit if she saw you right now,” Ingo said merrily as he sat down with a mug of coffee. “I thought she got rid of all of those types of shorts.”

“Nnope! She did not! I hid some. They are comfy.”

They ate breakfast quickly, the trio stashing away their Pokemon into their balls and bringing them along for the day.

They took the Subway there. Some of the Depot Agents had to hold back their laughter when they saw what the twins were wearing, but they managed. Dawn, however, did not. She said that they really rocked the ‘dad look’. What that meant, Ingo had no clue.

Emmet led them off the train, swinging his arms as they approached the destination. He grinned widely as he swept his arms wide and announced, “Welcome, passengers, to Poke-Fun Park!” They entered the gates and Dawn looked around, her eyes wide. Roller coasters looped around the park, the Rendez-Vous prominent and in the center. Other rides were whirling and moving, creating a rumble in the background. Sometimes screams of joy permeated the area.

“This is what that meant last night?” Dawn asked, stunned.

Emmet nodded enthusiastically. “This,” he demonstrated the clawing hand motion again, “is Unovan sign for ‘amusement park’. Me and Ingo have been coming since we were verrry tiny.”

“I’ve never been to a real theme park before,” Dawn breathed. Her smile was widening. “I don’t even know what half these rides do.”

“We have the entire day to simply try them out, Akari,” Ingo said excitedly. He hadn’t felt this type of giddiness in years. “Emmet here is-”

“-not a huge fan of all of them!” he cut in, glaring at Ingo. “So you can ride them with Ingo. If they are too high. Which many of them are.”

“You’re afraid of heights, aren’t you?” Dawn asked, a small grin on her lips.

Emmet glanced away. “No. I just do not like being up that high. Nope. Not good.”

“He’s afraid of heights,” Ingo said loudly. Emmet smacked Ingo on the shoulder and frowned at him.

“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone,” he whined.

“I did not tell her, she figured it out herself. Now come on, you big Budew, let us find some rides.”

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Ingo opened the door, motioning for Dawn to enter first. She did so, wearing a pair of plush Emolga ears on her head and smiling tiredly. She clutched a plush Minccino to her chest. Emmet entered next, holding a bag by his side and wearing matching ears to her. He also carried a comically large Joltik plush. Dawn flopped onto the couch with her plush as Ingo entered last and locked the door, wearing a ball cap with similar Emolga ears and a few more bags. Of course, he had been the designated Mudsdale for all their items. He set the bags on the ground and shooed away the Joltik coming to investigate.

Emmet sat on the ground and immediately held the Joltik plush to his face, nuzzling it. “Look, babies, I got you a new cuddly! What should I call it?” Some of the Joltik swarmed to him and examined the plush. It was longer than his torso.

Ingo sat on the couch last, taking off his shoes and resting his aching feet. Today was lots of fun. Even after Emmet had almost hurled on the Rendez-vous because he wanted to prove he wasn’t scared of heights, they had managed to have fun with it. Dawn had definitely had the time of her life and seemed to have a huge appreciation for roller coasters now. Ingo wondered if it reminded her of riding Lord Braviary back in Hisui.

The twins prepped things for bedtime. Dawn got changed into her pajamas as the brothers fluffed up the nest and put away all their souvenirs and other purchases. Emmet caught Ingo sneaking some of the cotton candy and had to wrestle it from him so that Ingo could properly sleep tonight.

They cuddled up together with their partner Pokemon, a big huddle on the ground. Dawn yawned widely and snuggled in between the brothers. She was very sleepy. “Thanks for the fun day today, guys,” she murmured. Ingo kissed her forehead softly as Emmet grinned.

“Of course, Dawn. We had fun as well.”

“I love you guys,” she murmured as she fell asleep, a smell grin on her face as she began to snore lightly.

Both of the brothers stiffened momentarily, looking at each other with sparkling eyes. Emmet’s smile was blinding. They both slung an arm over the sleeping girl between them, rumbling in unison, “We love you, too.”

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