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iwanty0uu · 5 months

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : lowkey ft: Ony

You plopped on the couch next to your boy best-friend, Ony as you played with the strings of your Victoria Secret sweat pants. Your nostrils inhaled the cannabis that he exhaled, which was the closes that you felt to him, the closest that he was to being inside of you. The scent lingered through the living room of your apartment, traveling through the window, making a careful escape before sounding the smoke detectors. The smoke was cautious, the same way your feelings were when you were with him, they crept around you, lingering in the back of your mind, clouding your senses with the lightest mist, but it still managing to nag at you, never fully disappearing.

It seemed cliche, but you met Ony your sophomore year of high-school, when he was in his junior. Eventually , he adopted you since you were the youngest in all of his classes, and he thought your over achieving attitude was very cute (honors shit) ; and it led to you being besties, graduating early and getting accepted into your dream college while Ony started to trade school, studying business. He always seen you as a baby, supported your decisions, anndddd was there to defend you, always. But lately this “big brother” act has been feeling different. Less emotional more…sexual..

So, as you sat feeling a buzz just by inhaling the smoke, you turned to him abruptly, eyes meeting the side of his face, watching while he drew the smoke into his mouth, cheeks sinking into his face, emphasizing the sharp of his jawline. A second passed, air still warm, but he looked at you back, exhaling.

“Yo wassup-“

“Teach me how to smoke.” You interrupted, turning your body to face him criss-cross apple sauce style on the couch, black acrylic nail waving in his face before he could dismiss your thought.

“Ony I’m a big girl and I can make my own decisions. I want you to teach me.”

You said putting your all into your response, you put your grown woman voice on, the same voice you used giving your Valedictorian, and you still were met with that loud ass, sassy ass, tone that Ony always used when you asked stupid shit.

“MOTHA FUKA NO!” He said, smoke leaving his mouth after every word, coughing as the question caught him off guard, smoke going through the wrong tubes, you could have sworn you seen the smoke leave through his ears.

“Fine.” You said grabbing your phone and texting his closest homie Connie who was also a plug that loved you like a little sister. Wasting no time, you grabbed your phone and ran to the door, ignoring Ony’s questions and angry comments, he was such an old head sometimes. You made your way down the south hall, and towards the common room where Connie said he was,feet tapping on the hallway floor, your fuzzy bed slippers slid down the tiles. Connie had no time to react to the hands that pulled him away from his chair, snatching the pre- roll from his hand, and he watched the hand that was connected to a girl who demanded,

“YOU WILL TEACH ME HOW TO SMOKE. NOW.” His hazel eyes widened, cheeks fixing themselves into a grin revealing his grill, glistening even in the horrible hallway light. His dimples were always the opposite of how he presented himself, all black sweatsuit and favorite pair of Black Cat sneakers on. He personality was almost too dark for his soft feautures, but it fit him. Before he could even answer, he realized that the girl was you, and it made him laugh even harder. Ony came down the hallway, his big ass feet echoed through the common area and you knew he would be on your ass.

So, like any sensible person, you ran away from the sexy scary black man looking for you.

He then booked it around the corner, closing in on you, and he grabbed you by your waist, hoisted you over his shoulder, giving your ass a tap as he jogged up the stairs like it was nothing.Opening the door, ignoring your protests and shutting it behind him.

“PUT ME DOWN NIGGA YOU GOT ME LOOKING LIKE A PICK ME IN THE HALLWAYS.” you complained, fixing your curly hair as it fell into your eyes. He then threw you on the couch, pillows flying, INCLUDING YOURSELF, from the impact. You bounced and laughed when you noticed how angry he looked. But his furrowed brows, and sharp eyes made you realize that he was deadass…

Your life flashes before your eyes as you regained consciousness, you felt Ony’s hard thrusts into your tight pussy, expanding your walls and filling you all the way to the brim. You don’t exactly remember how you started having sex but you know that you initiated it for a fact. And he was even more upset when you tried to tap out after he ate you out.

So now, you found yourself face down into the pillows of the continuously bouncing couch, ass up, feeling his dick curve up into your spine.You twitched as you squeezed around his dick, biting your lip as your mouth watered, he grabbed your waist and thrusted harder, deeper.

“Onyyyy I’m sorryyyy I- can’tttt uhh”

You breathed out, reaching your chubby hands behind you in an attempt to slow down the mean thrusts that your “bestfriend” ruthlessly gave you.

“Nah, you said you a big girl right?”-

He paused, sweat beaming down his glistening skin, the cold light of your kitchen illuminating your living room, revealing the secret that both you and the boy shared in the dead of night. But honestly, the fuck he gave you sounded nothing secretive, with your lewd moans, and the claps make by his thick bucking hips and the fat of your ass being loud enough to wake up a fuckin hibernating bear.

“Then take this big fuckin— shitttttt— Then take this big fuckin dick”

He said harshly, so harsh, you wanted to cry from overstimulation and his sassy ass attitude. He slapped your plump ass as you gasped in pain. Although you loved the pleasure, he went too hard and you couldn’t manage his thick private area :/

You decided to grab his thick hand that held your waist like he was holding the world, the harshest most loving touch you’ve felt. You squeezed hard, and looked behind you, lashes wet and clumping together, making eye contact with him. You watched as he bit his bottom lip and slowed down as you watched his facial expression change in realization.

Here he was, bullying your pretty fragile, inexperienced pussy, and you felt him pull out. Apologetic hands flooding your back, a trail of kissed leading up to your neck as he lightly flipped you over on your back so that he rested in between your legs, still hovering over you.

“Baby I’m so sorry I forgot I swear I didn’t mean it” he said kissing the fat of your cheeks. (the ones on your face nasty.)

You didn’t often see Ony so sappy and apologetic but it was obvious that he meant it, and who would you be to not throw a pity party?

Your bottom lip curled inwards as your eyebrows indented, you allowed your eyes to water and sniffle while you watched him kiss your tears away.

“Ny that was mean…” you sniffles, rubbing your eyes like a cranky baby.

*insert crocodile tears*

“I’m so sorry my love.. let me make it up to you.”

He said moving your hands, kissing your lips while he gently handled you.

“You gotta- *sniff* buy me sushi *sniff* n teach me how to roll and take me shopping,”

You demanded,your soft hands rubbing his templed while he pecked your face lightly.

~ “Whatever you want princess”

THE END!

I HOPE IT MET YOUR EXPECTATIONS!!!! -𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮 <3 @mya2real

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hatsue-exe · 1 year

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Can I get a request for Kidd and Law (separate) after a bad argument (hurtful words thrown both way) with their s/o? Who apologises first and how? How quick are they to forgive? What was said that hurt each other? Sorry if it's too long and detailed 😅

How they act after a fight:

warnings: some angst, fem!reader for kid (dunno why, just felt like it), gn!reader for law, reader is part of their crews.

Kid:

Eustass is the king of bickering with everyone in the ship, so it's not uncommon that you have disagreements. Fights, however, are a whole other situation.

When you actually fight, it escalates to the point where no one in the crew is able to ignore it. And Kid never masures his words, shouting whatever comes to his mind, so it gets hurtful pretty quickly.

Because of that, he's usually the one to apologise first, even if he's terrible at it.

"Why do you always get in the way? I can handle my own fucking fights!" you screamed as you boarded the Victoria Punk, your captain right behind you.

"Sure you could, just like last time, when you got yourself hurt and Killer almost got shot!"

"I was fine…" Killer mumbled, loud enough for you two to hear.

"See? He was fine! I was fine!"

"Of course he was fine, he's my fucking first mate! He's the one that got you out of that fucking mess! If he hadn't been fine, you'd be dead now!"

"As if you gave a shit about my well being!"

Heat passed the both of you, half the crew following him into the kitchen to try and ignore the fight. Killer, however, stuck around. He knew what was coming and that he'd have to interfere if it went any further.

"No, I don't give a shit about you at all, that's why I waste my fucking time protecting your useless ass from every enemy we cross!"

There it was.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes getting tearful at his words, but you held it, walking past Kid and out of the ship again. "Fine. Since I'm such a nuance, I'll get out of your sight. I'm no longer a Kid's Pirate."

That Killer was not expecting.

"Good fucking ridance."

Oh, no.

The entire crew got to the deck just in time to see you disappear back into the town you ported in. Killer went to his captain, pulling Eustass to the side. "Go after her.", he said, voice muffled by the mask.

"No. She left all her shit on the ship. She'll be back by dinner, when she's done trowing this fucking tantrum."

Problem was, you did not come back by dinner that day, nor the next, nor the following week. And Kid grew concerned. What if you crossed some marine's path? Or a stronger set of pirates?

What if you just didn't want to come back?

Those thoughts plagued his mind until he'd had enough. "Everyone! Get out there and find our fucking crewmate!"

Obviously, Killer was the one to find you. You were at a bar a bit far from the city, the owner being kind enough to land you a room in exchange for some help. "Captain wants you back."

"Your captain, Killer. I'll wait for some other crew to take me in."

"We're your crew." He sounded almost hurt, and you signed, putting away the broom and looking at him. "Come back to us, if not for him."

"So I can stand in your way? Killer, I have the lowest bounty of all of you. You have so much to conquer. I don't wanna bother."

"And I don't wanna conquer shit without you." Both of you turned to see Kid at the bar's door. "Can we talk in private?"

You took Kid to the back, while Killer went to find the rest of the crew. "We'll wait for you on the ship", he said, and you had no idea who he meant.

"Talk, Eustass."

"Look, I'm an idiot, a'right? I shouldn't have said that shit to you. When you got hurt and I didn't manage to stop it, when Killer was the one to go save you, I got mad at myself. I'm supposed to be your fucking partner, what use is that if I can't keep you safe? I was just trying to… Ugh, I don't even fucking know anymore."

"I get what you mean, Kid." You took a step towards him, barely believing your punk-ass captain was being so communicative. "But you can't spend your time babying me. I may not be the strongest, but…"

"You're strong. I wouldn't allow some weak thing on my ship. I wouldn't be in love with anyone weak. I'm sorry. Please come back to us. To me."

That last part was mumbled, but you knew it was sincere. Closing the space between you, you hugged Kid by the waist. "Second and last chance, Eustass. Pull this shit again and I'll rip your other arm."

"HA! Now there's my girl."

Law:

Fights with Law are much different. They almost never happen, simply because he'll room himself out of the situation, which makes it worse sometimes if you actually need to discuss something with him.

Both of you usually end up apologising, and pretty quickly. Holding grudges is a bit though in a submarine.

"I just want to talk, Law. Can you please hear me out this time?"

"We don't need to talk. The problem was solved. End of it."

You grew more and more frustrated. All you wanted was for Law to include you a bit more in his plan-making. You were a great strategist and he knew it. But his plans worked, and that's all that mattered to him apparently. "I just want to help. Aren't we supposed to be partners in this whole thing?!"

Trafalgar got away from the desk and turned his chair to you. "We're partners, but ultimately this is my ship and we will do things my way."

"Ugh, why do you have to be so stubborn? At least give me a chance to…"

"No. If something goes wrong, I'm responsible for it, so we do as I say and that's final. We've had this discussion before. Don't make me have it again." He went to turn to his work, but you got in the way, covering his books with your hand.

"Law I've had enough of this! Let me help! You don't have to do everything by yourself, we're a team! Just goddamn it, let me in."

Seeing your eyes water made Law sign, his hands reaching out to you and pulling you to his lap. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just hard for me to listen, but I'll try next time, ok?"

"Thank you. I'm sorry for being pushy as well, but I just get frustrated, you know?"

He took your hand in his tattooed one and kissed your knuckles. "I do, dear. Please, say your piece. I'm all ears."

You knew that it wasn't much yet, and you'd definitely have to go over this same topic again after a while, but it was a good start.

a/n: your request was great, don't worry! also sorry for law's being shorter, i just don't know how to write his personality properly :") and i also love kid's little punk, bitch-ass so

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matchadobo · 9 months

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KIDD; reconciliation

summary: name and kidd got into a fight, how does it turn out? wc: 3003 warnings: afab reader, nothing heavy, a hurt/comfort drabble, mentions of sex but not the actual thing, just kidd sorting out his emotionally constipated self, mentions of alcohol

"you want me to what?" you gripped the transponder snail with much pique, immensely angered by being jolted from your deep sleep. even from your voice over the snail, killer could feel your teeth grinding from his request.

"name, i know this is a selfish request but-"

"oh it is, killer." you cut him off. "that bastard better rot out there, there's no way in hell i'm dragging his ass back here in the victoria if he drank his dumb ass stupid! it's all he ever does!" you were furious, all drowsiness leaving your body and was replaced by seething fury.

you hear him sigh over the phone. "i'm very drunk too, i-i didn't even understand what you said properly. we've already carried half of the crew and we can't carry kidd anymore." he laughed nervously, god help the snail you were holding because were you squeezing it so tight.

there was a long silence before you grumbled and clicked the phone off. you pulled yourself out of your shared quarters, fists clenched and brows furrowed. stomping across the deck of victoria, fuming at the events unfolding and what you're about to do.

they left the most inconvenient job for you, a man of his size amounts to almost several quantities of average weighing people. yet you're always the one who can help him haul his ass back to the ship no matter how blacked-out drunk he is.

his weight is not even the problem, HE IS THE PROBLEM! you two had just gone through a heated argument, it's why you were left on the ship when they were having a party in the pub earlier. you were too pissed to join the crew and have to stomach seeing him. yet here you are, on your way to help the root of your bane.

the fight was something trivial that exploded into something so stupidly vexing. you walked out and confined yourself to the sheets, hoping on sleeping it off successfully while he drags his lot to the local pub and drank his dumbass until he couldn't remember what happened before.

"name! you're her-"

"where's that fucking dumbass?" you wasted no time in greetings with the sober crewmates that awaited your arrival. what was once their cordial demeanor straightened up and led you stiffly to where your captain was.

he was sprawled on the wide span of the long, wooden seats of the pub, taking over one long table. his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were shut tight, the usual scowl settled on his face. his good arm was loosely gripping an empty bottle of scotch, his consumption evident from the drool at the corners of his mouth as loud snores escaped his painted lips. the other patrons were seemingly disturbed at the sight, the motherfucker acted like he owned the place!

you sighed a disappointing huff before knocking the chair he was laying on over with one swift kick and fell on his ass as a result. your crewmembers not knowing if they should snicker or run from the sight.

"want your ass left by tomorrow morning or are you gonna pick yourself up and go back to the victoria, huh?!" you greeted, staring him down as you watch him mutter strings of curses while he tries sitting down. he fought off the dizziness in his vision and his heavy feeling as he placed a hand on his head to somewhat soothe the throbbing pain.

"can't sail away without a captain, short stack." he managed to bite back, looking up at you with the same bitter anger you glared at him for.

"did all the alcohol flush out any reason out of your brain or do you not get the idea that i'll drag your dumbass back to the ship because you're too fucking drunk to do it yourself?"

"i didn't ask you to." he bitterly answered as he tried standing up but miserably failed. "i can do it myself. you go back to the ship."

you sucked in a breath of disbelief. "you're incorrigible, aren't you?!" you crossed your arms. "you can barely stand up, you fucking numbskull."

"i'll manage by my goddamn self," he announced through gritted teeth, finally standing up on his feet. wobbly to be exact. "i don't need your help-"

just as he said it, you had caught him by your arms from his immediate fall. "if you'd just use your fucking brain than let it sit in that big head of yours, you wouldn't have to embarrass yourself like this." you snarked, getting a hold of his sinewy arms as you placed his flesh arm around your neck and settled a firm grip on his waist. "now shut the fuck up before i get the urge to catapult your ass to the seas and leave you."

"tch," he grinned, wobbling in his path together with you. "you wouldn't do that, butterfly." he teased as a burp followed his sentence afterward, unsteadily shifting his weight and subconsciously giving you a hard time. "you couldn't sit still when i was gone drinkin' so you came all the way here, aye? pretty fuckin' sweet of you."

your grip on him tightened, he grunted at how his nails dug into his skin and almost left scars that'll bleed. "f-fuckin' hell, can't take a joke now, huh?"

"if you think we're okay, then you're goddamn wrong." you hissed, dragging him in his feet firmly yet not enough to hurt him. "you're a fucking asshole i hope you know that."

"so i've been told." a grin tugged at his lips. "what do you say we put all that anger to somethin' more excitin', hm?" he tried pulling you closer by his arms in an attempt to arouse you but you beat him to it and squeezed a grunt out of him.

"if you think you can get away with apologizing by fucking, you're mistaken." you shut him down, "i'm tired of you treating me like a piece of ass."

kidd has been always getting away with apologizing by fucking you stupid. you end up forgetting what the hell you two were even fighting about or how deep your anger was for this redhead since his length does all the work for him. sorries turned into filthy insults and praises that turn you on more than it made you resent him. it's pathetic, really. the power he holds within you and your ardor for the control he reigns over you. he's a very bad man for you. not that you're shackled to leave him of course, nor the obligation of him as your captain convinces you to stay with him. you deeply detest how much you are willing to give than to lose him. oh how crazy he drives you.

you'd find yourself questioning your relationship with him, you detest how you always want to wake up next to him and find him clinging onto you. the softest look on his pale ass face as he peppered your skin with kisses in the mornings. you hate how your name sounds so good on his lips. you hate how he's always holding you close during cold nights as he warmed you up in his embrace. you hate how good his fingers feel intertwined with yours. you hate how he'd ruffle your hair when you do something exceptionally good. you detest the fact that with one look and one invitation from him, you'd completely give in and run into his arms; letting him have his way with you.

by the time you two finished bickering, you had reached your shared quarters with him. you plopped him to his stygian sheets, hands on your knees as you try catching your breath. this man will truly be the death of you, a claim proven by countless near-death experiences all closely related to or caused by him.

the bastard was already snoring when he laid on his back in a starfish position. but man was it hard to try and lie to yourself when you think that you can simply not look after him in this state. you sighed to yourself as you thoroughly cursed yourself when you sat at the edge of the bed beside his lower body and started to untie his boots. you couldn't resist leaving him like this, as much as you hated to admit it.

you pulled his shoes off his feet, placing them at the foot of the bed. you then took off his pants, sliding them off him. next was his vest shirt, you lifted him slightly to take it off his arms. as you were taking off his goggles, you noticed how ran down his eyeliner was. was he crying? or did he got drenched in alcohol? the former seems to be the less likely.

now left in his boxers, you tried slapping him awake but very lightly. "oi, wash yourself before sleeping here."

he grumbled, turning to his side as he threw an arm over you. "fuck that, let me hold you." he nuzzled his face on your thighs, smiling at the warmth and softness of you. "you smell good."

"that's cuz i didn't get out and got myself fucking wasted as if someone's gotta pick me up," you said through gritted teeth.

"don't be stuffy right now, it ain't cute." he teased, kneading the flesh on your rear playfully. "it'd be bliss to sleep like this."

you latched him off of you. "i'll just sleep somewhere else then." you've had enough, you're not letting this slide another time.

he had a firm grip on your wrist before you could even think about standing and leaving. "no, hey- where are you going?" he opened one eye, trying to look for yours.

"somewhere." you snatched your wrist away, crossing your arms as you faced away from him. your back was all he could look at as he pulled himself up and tried making sense of the events.

"don't be ridiculous, stay here." he pulled you by the arm.

"no, you know what's fucking ridiculous? me staying with a man who can't, for the life of him, apologize and treat me like the love of his life other than a fuck doll that keeps his dick warm and all the affection i ever get is when you're balls fucking deep in me and you start muttering how amazing that feels! that, that's fucking ridiculous don't you think?!" you let out all in one breath, chest heaving from all the emotional baggage you let out. "can't even step off the goddamn pedestal to say sorry for something so trivial, what more to serious fights huh?! do you just fuck me and move on?!"

you live up to the shutting-up-eustass-kidd allegations very successfully, because that man is sat there bashfully with his head down. because you and he both know that whatever you spat out is nothing but the complete truth. all your words knocking him sober.

he'd been avoiding dealing with how your fights are turning out. you weren't saying anything about it so he assumed that nothing was wrong, unbeknownst to him that the very reason you were quiet about it is because something IS wrong. as you got into a relationship with him, you knew he's a phenomenal idiot in love but you didn't expect for him to be THAT dense.

he swallowed a lump in his throat and spoke, "will you... become patient with me?" he rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to formulate his words and regulate the heat in his cheeks. the shyness and the feeling of him doing his best had somewhat warmed up your cold exterior.

"i've been nothing but an asshole to you these past few days and i... well, have no damn excuse for that." he chuckled dryly. "can you give me a chance to... uh... turn it all 'round?"

you were silent, trying to organize your thoughts that argued with the beat of your heart. after receiving no response from you, he cleared his throat, hesitating whether to reach over you or not.

"when you're ready to talk, you know where to find me." he concluded, standing up and walking out of the room.

you busted out crying when you hear the door shut. it's difficult being with kidd, especially moments like these where you almost want to give up but there's something so deep in you that holds you back... he holds you back.

unbeknownst to you, he heard your sobs and tried so hard to not storm inside and engulf you in his embrace. but he didn't, he knows better than to invade someone's vulnerability; much more yours. plus; he knows how much you wanted to not be close to him nor see him right now.

so he went on ahead in his workshop after grabbing a big bottle of beer from the kitchen. he tried distracting himself by tinkering with some trinkets and projects he was working on but you clouded his mind.

in utter frustration, he threw the scraps of metal he was holding on the ground and ran his fingers through his locks. he wanted to talk to you and get close to you. never in his life had guilt become such a sentience that ate at him. the only thing stopping him was that he truly felt sorry for what he did.

that's why when the clock stroke four, you pulled yourself together. a whole hour of crying and compartmentalizing, you now have the will to face him. you made your way to his workshop and knocked weakly at his door. "it's me, can i come in?"

after a few minutes of having no response, you opened the door only to find him slumped at his desk with the half-empty beer bottle in one hand and a little trinket on his prosthetic.

you clicked your tongue, is drinking himself stupid his coping mechanism?! you yanked the beer bottle off his grasp. you get a good look at the trinket he was holding, it was a metalwork of intricately bent lilies painted in white that circled into a necklace. each petal of the lilies was engraved with the letters of 'sorry'.

next thing you know, tears in your eyes streamed down your face as you held the jewelry on your fingers. each petal vein was meticulously chiseled just like the real thing. you held it close to your chest as you swallowed your remaining sobs.

you jolted him awake once more, "come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"augh, fuck." he groaned, the hangover coming in. "oh shit, you weren't supposed to see that." he let you carry half of his weight as you wrap an arm around his waist and his arm above your shoulders.

"you've got a shitty way of hiding it, dork." you tched, "you smell worse than a fucking pig, i'll dump your dumbass into that tub myself if you don't do it yourself."

he sat upright before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap, maneuvering you on his thighs so that you are facing him. you leaned at the edge of his worktable, holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself on his lap. his flesh arm that was once on your waist was now settled at the small of your back.

his weary, tangerine orbs that were once looking up at you soon became glassy. he then rested his forehead on your chest, pulling you closer by the grip he has on your waist.

"i'm sorry."

you hear him sob on your chest as your shirt slowly got damp, his grip tightening with each second the same way his cries become louder. you placed a comforting hand at the back of his neck, while the other gave his back circular rubs. he kept repeating those two words back at you while muttering his amends and you let him.

he then let you carry him to the bathroom, it was a silent stroll to your shared quarters. he let you take off his clothes and settle him on the foamy water of the tub. he let you scrub the grime off his back and shampoo his stiff hair; the water soon turning into a muddy greenish, black.

"face me." you broke the silence, ordering him to do so. he shifted in the small tub, his large body spilling over water and wetting you.

his eyeliner had run down and his lipstick was smeared from his nonstop booze consumption. he bashfully faced you, avoiding your gaze.

after dampening the washcloth with soap and water, you lifted his chin with your fingers, gently scrubbing the ran-down makeup off his face. "can't look after yourself, huh?"

"i like it when you take care of me." he retorted, finally looking at you. studying how you concentrate on each spot of his face as you cleaned it. "and... i always want you to. i'm sorry for being an jackass... all the time." he finally said it after swallowing hardly. "i was too much of a coward to deal with all my fuckin' baggage, i always thought sex would solve it all."

"i know you're a dumbass but i didn't know your brain does not fucking work."

he chuckled a little, raising his hand from being submerged under the water and placing it above yours. "i'm running out of chances to make it up to you, ain't i?"

"i want you to know that no matter how dumb you are, how fucked up you become, however many times your stupidity gets the best of you, and each time you find yourself in deep shit. i'll never get tired of you." you gave him a pinch in the cheek. "but the next time you pull this kind of bullshit again, i'll be seeing myself out. now shut up and let me finish this, i'm too sleepy."

"yes ma'am." he retorted, a grin tugging at his lips. "love you too."

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faebaex · 11 months

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Piece of Cake!

Request:

Student Name: Máire "Mor" Cian

Gender: Female

Dorm: Diasomnia

Scenario: Growing up, she didn't learn how to cook - noblewomen were forbidden from the kitchen, her father insisted. But for her dorm fellows and those in her year (second), she wanted to break free of those old notions. Visiting the vice leader of Heartlabyul, with his help, she whipped up one lovely Victoria sponge to share with Diasomnia while managing a decent, uncomplicated but decadent fudge to parcel out to the other second-years...

-✨️ Anon (Had to try both my OCs, if you're up to it... Happy Valentine's!)

author note: sorry for the wait! this was a really cute concept, also sorry i don't know why Jade turned out so mean, he was just in a silly goofy mood today i guess. also also some accidental Trey, because i got a little carried away when setting the scene („• ֊ •„) your OC is really cute and i hope you enjoy!

characters: Trey Clover, second years, Diasomnia dorm x F!Reader (platonic or romantic, however you fancy)

“Oh… Not quite…”

You looked down at the mixing bowl, staring down at the powdery white mixture that filled the bowl. Looking back up at Trey, who was looking back at you with a kind but strained smile, you furrowed your brow in confusion. “Did I do something wrong…?”

“Ah well…” Trey’s smile falters only slightly, valiantly trying to keep a calm expression, “well you see, the next step would be to pour out the caster sugar but that’s… Icing sugar…” He gently explains and your face falls when you look down at the packet in your hand, clearly labelled ‘Icing Sugar’. You groan in frustration, feeling like an utter fool for making such a silly mistake, and Trey immediately jumps to console you, a heavy hand falling on your shoulder and he gives you a good natured shake. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I made all sorts of mistakes when I started baking.” You look up at him, a forlorn expression on your face at his placating, not believing him one bit. Trey gives you another pat on the shoulder before beginning to guide you more closely through the steps, clearly now aware that you require his undivided attention.

Despite that, you make several more mistakes before you are done with your creations. There is a particular incident with the eggs which results in time wasted picking eggshell out of the mixture, and Trey has to make a mad dash across the kitchen at one point to grab the salt out of your hand, which you had somehow mistaken for baking powder. But regardless of your near constant kitchen mishaps, your and Trey’s combined efforts result in a fluffy Victoria sponge and a simple, yet tasty looking batch of fudge. Trey gives you a smile that makes his eyes wrinkle at the corners as he grabs the icing sugar, guiding your hands to help you sieve the icing sugar over the top of the Victoria sponge as a finishing touch. “Now this is what we use the icing sugar for.” Trey remarks with a chuckle, taking a step back to admire the pieces that you had baked together, “you did great!” He assures, a kind smile on his face as he watches you beam at your creations. You felt a surge of pride run through you as the sight of your baking, feeling that your first time in a kitchen had gone well, despite its… Challenges. Riding on your high, you even considered applying for the next Master Chef program next time applications opened.

“Thank you so much for your help, Trey!” You beamed at him as he began packing away your creations into boxes for you to take back to your dorm with you. He gave you a light smile, folding the boxes closed securely. “Not at all. You’re welcome in the Heartslabyul kitchen whenever you want to do a spot of baking again. I heard Lilia has a very… Curious taste in ingredients, so it would probably best you didn’t get influenced by… That.” He gives you an awkward smile, packing your baking boxes into a paper bag for you to carry home. You say your goodbyes and you leave the Heartslabyul dorm, a warm feeling in your heart as you head back to your dorm, preparing to hand out your homemade treats to your classmates the next day…

Riddle Rosehearts

Surprised that you are gifting him some fudge! Sure, he knew you were in the Heartslabyul kitchen with Trey for a long time yesterday afternoon, but he never expected to receive anything out of it.

Thinks it is just as a courtesy because he let you use his dorm’s kitchen, and will blush if you tell him that you made some fudge specifically for him.

He will compliment how it looks and smells and tell you he looks forward to eating it later.

It will be his tea time snack later that day!

Ruggie Bucchi

Free food? Say no more!

Ruggie is usually suspicious when people try to give him something for free, but you look so earnest and proud of yourself when you try to hand it over to him, it would be rude to say no, riiiight?

If he knows you don’t have much experience in the kitchen, he’ll cheekily offer to be your exclusive taste tester, with the low low fee of a portion of the food you cook/bake.

He’s super happy about receiving it though and will probably devour it right there and then in front of you.

He will compliment the taste and sneakily suggest that you try your hand at making doughnuts next time.

Azul Ashengrotto

Ngl this is literally his worst nightmare.

He does not have the extra calories available for this surprise.

Plus it goes entirely against his creed to accept something from someone and potentially leave himself open for return favours later on.

So initially, he will try to refuse it.

Eventually, and very, very reluctantly, he will accept it. His customer service smile has all but crumbled at this point.

He will give you a free drink coupon for the Lounge as a trade off (nothing over 10 thaumarks of course) and then he will excuse himself.

The fudge probably sits on his desk untouched in the VIP room or Floyd snags it and eats it.

Spends way too much time ruminating over why you’d give him that so is probably glad if Floyd eats it tbh.

Jade Leech

Well, aren’t you an amusing one?

He will happily accept your gift, even if his smile seems a little ingenuine.

He won’t eat the fudge in front of you, preferring not to be observed by you when he tries the fudge.

But he will take the opportunity to gather intel talk to you about baking and delve more into your background.

What a lovely info gathering opportunity you have offered him, so kind of you.

If Jade finds out about your noble ties, don’t be surprised if the fish mafia try to blackmail you one day about telling your father about your kitchen activities.

However, the next day Jade will tell you how delightful your fudge tasted, and his smile seems more genuine than it did before.

Floyd Leech

Is already draping himself all over you before you can even offer him the fudge.

Delighted that you made him a little gift!

He literally will not wait for you to finish talking before he’s ripping into the packaging and taking a big ol’ chomp out of the fudge.

Gives you a fudge-caked smile too as he chews away like a carnivore.

Will compliment the fudge in his own weird way, like saying how good it feels to sink his teeth into it, or something.

He’s like a feral animal, now that you’ve given him food once he’s probably going to bother you every time he sees you. Good luck.

Kalim Al Asim

He’s so happy you thought of him but also so so sad because he can’t eat it!

But he doesn’t want to make you sad so he still accepts it but his smile does drop a little because he’s sad he can’t try it.

He will settle for sniffing it really enthusiastically because he feels like that’s a totally normal way to appreciate your baking.

He’s definitely going to try to use this as an excuse to throw a party with you as the guest of honour. Then you can both eat lots of food together!

He will finally let you go free once you convince him that you already have other plans that day.

Jamil Viper

Really surprised that you are giving him something, as he’s usually trying to fly under the radar.

He seems to appreciate it though, and will accept it without much fuss.

He’s a bit of an avid cook himself, so he’ll likely analyse the flavour in his head but keep his thoughts to himself.

He’ll feel a bit smug later that day when Kalim hands over the fudge you gave him, now he has two of your little gifts.

May slyly set some extra sweet aside for you that he’s made for Kalim and leave them for you without a note, but you could probably guess who they were from if you thought about it hard enough.

Silver

A welcome surprise for him to wake up to!

He’ll give you a gentle smile when he wakes up from one of his accidental nap to find you sitting beside him with a package full of treats.

He will happily eat it, savouring anything that hasn’t been made by his father.

He will compliment your baking, telling you how you did such a good job.

As you are both from Diasomnia, it’s likely he knows something about your circumstances.

He’s very curious when you tell him jokingly to keep the fudge a secret from the rest of the Diasomnia dorm, as you have a surprise for them later on. He will promise to keep it a secret though.

You hurry back to your dorm after your club activities, eager to set out the surprise cake for your dormmates. You had already sent Lilia on a mission to find Malleus and bring him back to the dorm, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he kindly went off to fulfil your request. You placed your bags haphazardly on your bed with a promise to tidy them later as you quickly grabbed the cake box and rushed out of your room, wanting to get to the dorm lounge before any of the others got there. Unfortunately, Silver and Sebek were already waiting in the lounge, the latter lamenting his inability to find Malleus and walk him back to the dorm. You placed the cake box discreetly on the lounge table, giving Silver a knowing smile as you waited for the arrival of Malleus and Lilia. You were grateful that they soon arrived, knowing how difficult it could be to find Malleus sometimes, especially if he did not want to be found.

Soon, all four of them were staring at you expectantly and you suddenly found yourself overcome with shyness, clasping your hands in front of you for something to do with your hands and looking down as you began to speak, stuttering over your words. “Um… I-I decided to try baking for the first time and I made a cake that I wanted everyone to try…” Hesitantly, you lift the lid on the cake box and reveal the lovely Victoria sponge cake to the group…

Malleus Draconia

Ngl you are worried at first because his mouth is just pressed into a thin line as he stares at the cake with a blank stare.

But then as soon as you begin slicing up the cake and passing around slices for everyone, he perks right up.

He’s getting to share a cake with everyone, instead of it being forced to be all his? What a splendid experience you have afforded him.

He is more than happy to tuck into the cake, complimenting its texture and flavour.

He has suffered through Lilia’s cooking too so he’s definitely savouring this as much as he can.

Tbh more than the cake he’s just overjoyed to be included in something, so he definitely appreciates you for that.

Lilia Vanrouge

He thinks that its great that you are breaking free of old traditions and trying new things.

Tells you how proud he is of you and encourages you to continue expressing your individuality (thanks batdad).

He’ll give you his blessing to use the Diasomnia dorm kitchen as you please and offer to bake with you sometime.

Don’t do it bestie.

As for the cake, he thinks it tastes good but could definitely benefit from a boost in nutrition!

He starts talking your ears off about what ingredients you could add to give it a little more ‘oomph’, Silver is trying to pry him away from you…

Silver

Surprised and impressed that you made a full-sized cake along with the fudge you had already prepared!

Just like Lilia, he’s really proud of you too.

He will compliment the cake and how you did a really good job on your first ever baking attempt. He thinks you are a natural at it (little does he know).

As promised, he doesn’t mention the fudge and gives you a gentle smile when you wink conspiratorially at him.

Sebek Zigvolt

This boy is always hungry so he’s so happy when he’s handed a large slice of cake.

But he’s even more excited to eat it when the cake receives Malleus’ blessing.

Even the young master is impressed by your cake? You should be honoured, human!!

He’s pretty much devoured the cake in a few bites and loudly proclaims how good it tastes.

(Half because he genuinely thinks it tastes good and half because Malleus said it was good so who is he to disagree with the Prince!)

Too shy to ask for seconds and will blush when you give him another slice.

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #silver x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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upindreamland · 1 year

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Obvious - Chris Evans

Chris Evans x fem!victoria secret model reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Request: a request where reader is famous victoria secret model and she is married to chris evans (fluff)

Italics mean flashback

Warnings: None. Just a lot of fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.

AN: I hope you like it. I tried my best to mention the model aspect of it so I hope it’s what you were looking for. Please enjoy! (also I made the tweet gif myself so it’s not the best…)

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Y/N'S POV

Once I got inside our house, I let out a long sigh while finally being able to put down my bags. Taking in the scene around me, it looked exactly the same as Chris and I left it before our trip. Deciding to leave my suitcases near the front door I made my way up to our bedroom. Knowing how I needed time to relax, Chris dropped me off and went to buy some groceries for this week.

Once I made it to the bedroom, I changed out of my airport clothes and into some sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Laying on my side of the bed, I decided to scroll through Twitter to waste some time before Chris got home. While scrolling, one tweet caught my eye:

Wondering exactly what they were talking about I clicked on the replies. One reply had attached the clip:

Seeing the way Chris was looking at me made me fall in love with him even more. Since the beginning of my career, I thought that if I were to date someone, they would only see the Victoria Secret Model side of me. I was scared that they wouldn’t accept the other parts of me that weren’t the perfect model they see in public. I’m glad that I was able to find someone who has looked at me the same way as he did when he first saw me all those years ago. I was getting flashbacks to a scenario just like this - the time when Chris and I first met.

I was sitting outside in the backyard feeling out of place at a party at some famous person’s house that I didn’t even know. There were still a good amount of people around me but not as many as there were inside. Looking up at the sound of someone clearing their voice I’m shocked to see Chris Evans standing right in front of me. Chris emerged into the spotlight a couple of months before me when “Not Another Teen Movie” came out.

“Is this seat taken?” Chris said pointing to the seat next to me.

Recovering from my shock I shake my head no.

“You don’t know the host either huh?” He asked.

“Was it that obvious?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“Kind of. You’re Y/N right?”

“You… You know my name?”

“I mean yeah why wouldn’t I? You have been all over the magazines as the up and coming Victoria Secret model. I should be asking you how you know me…”

“Who said I knew you?”

“Oh darling don’t act coy. Your face said it all when I came over here.”

“Oh sorry I confused you with that hot dude named Jake Wyler in that one movie.”

“So you think I’m hot?”

“I never said that!”

The rest of the night went by super fast. Chris and I just sat there talking about everything and anything. It was relieving talking to someone who understood the craziness of being young and becoming famous so quickly.

Feeling my phone buzz I looked down to see that my manager was texting me to remind me that I had a shoot tomorrow and I should head back home soon. Feeling disappointed that I would have to end our conversation I looked up at Chris and said

“Sorry to have to cut this short but I have to get going, I have a photo shoot in the morning.”

Something flashed across Chris’ face when I said that.

Before I could figure it out he responded with: “Oh okay. Bye”

Waiting to see if he would say anything else, he went to open up his mouth but quickly closed it. When he opened it again he said, “Hope to see you again soon”

And with that I walked away. Not knowing when I would be able to see him again.

The next day my best friend texted me a link to an article. Opening it up I was surprised to see my name along with Chris’ name on the title. Scanning through the article there was a recording of Chris and I last night at the party. Some time during our conversation someone recorded Chris and I talking to each other. More specifically it was me talking about whatever and Chris looking at me with so much adoration. Feeling bummed knowing that I wouldn’t be able to see him again I went through my day getting ready for my photo shoot.

While on the way to the studio, I decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop, The Little Cafe. I didn’t know why at the time but while I was about to open the door, I got nervous. Turns out that this coffee shop was going to be the place where my relationship with Chris would start.

When I opened up the door, I was immediately struck with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. Ordering my drink and sitting down to wait, a shadow came over me. Looking up I was shocked.

“Funny seeing you here” Chris said.

“Definitely, I didn’t expect to run into you here. I was just thinking about you.” I responded.

“Oh you've been thinking of me?” He said with a small smirk forming on his face.

Rather than trying to explain it to him, I decided to pull my phone out and show the article my friend sent me.

“Oh wow I didn’t know I was that obvious”. He responded after the video was over.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“Well for starters I thought you were really pretty and wanted to get to know you. While you were talking I couldn’t help but get lost in how normal our exchange felt.”

I was speechless.

“Then, when you told me you had to leave I was trying to find the courage to ask for your number but I got scared. I’ve been beating myself up over it all night. Now that you are here though, I’m not going to let that happen again. So can I get your number and maybe if you’re up for it go out on a date with me?”

I was even more speechless. Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and handed him my phone. When he handed it back to me I didn’t know what to say. I went to respond but was pulled out of the moment when my phone started ringing with my manager's name on the screen. Sending him a disappointed smile I promised to text him and answered the phone call.

Ever since then, it’s been history.

“Y/N?”

Taken out of my flashback I realized that Chris was now standing in front of me.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine I was just scrolling through Twitter.”

“Uh oh. What happened this time?” Chris asked, worry written all over his face.

“Nothing bad this time. It’s just a clip of you at the show.”

“Oh really. Let me see.”

Showing it to him I could see a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Huh I guess I’m still pretty obvious when it comes to how much I love you.” Chris said.

Now it was my turn to blush. I was at a loss for words once again. Through the ups and downs of both of our careers - like not seeing each other for weeks on end due to both of our busy schedules, - he has still stuck by my side and supported me no matter what. He still looks at me with that same type of adoration he had the first time we met at the party. I couldn’t have chosen a better husband to be there to support me while I do what I love.

“Come on downstairs. I got you coffee from The Little Cafe while I was out.”

I will never fall out of love with this man.

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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it’s all over the place. Also thank you for the request. This will be my first one ever.

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stellarbat · 2 months

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Here's LittleBitTwisted Clive!

So in LBT, LittleBigPlanet 2 goes an awful lot differently. Avalon is responsible for creating the Negativitron, which wasn't originally the Negativitron. However, the machine was corrupted by a motherboard that may or may not have been in NAOMI (SABA takes place before LBP 1 here) and is now trying to take over Craftworld.

Sackboy nearly gets abducted by the Negativitron, but is saved by Larry Da Vinci and Avalon like in the canon story. However, Avalon sticks around as Larry goes to check on something, and when he gets back, he... Isn't Da Vinci. At least, not the one that just saved Sackboy.

The Negativitron has created somewhat faulty clones to attempt to replace Da Vinci, Victoria, Clive, and Eve. Avalon and Herbert weren't cloned because Avalon was "favored" and Herbert was already dealt with.

This is Clive's Clone.

When the group finds Clive at the factory, he has already been replaced by his clone. His clone tries to act at first, but Clone Clive is unable to express emotions, so they catch on. The clone then reveals that the real Clive has been dropped at the Waste Disposal.

After saving the real Clive, the Clone Clive is surprised that they lived, and a very pissed Avalon smacks the clone for everything.

Not only did that cause the Clone to have a new identity, but now the clone is also very mad.

This is Cleave, The Clone after he was gifted with emotion.

Cue Copernicus Chasing our heroes away before they manage to save their hides.

There's more to talk about with this au, and I really feel like making a masterpost or story at some point.

#littlebigplanet #little big planet #lbp #lbp3 #lbp2 #clive handforth #lbp clive #LittleBitTwisted au #LBT au

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 9 months

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“It was an irreplaceable love”

A little sequel/continuation to my “dyin’ ain’t so bad” fic i wrote back for tuggoffelees week, this time featuring more angst thanks to @soh-da-meatball who broke my heart with her latest tuggoffelees art <3

Obviously this takes inspiration from “saturation” (the song that soh used) but while i was writing i also couldn’t stop thinking about “something to hold onto” from the “between the lines” musical and long story short i’m crying over this

Warnings: mentions of major character death, descriptions of violence (basically what had happened to tugger), unhealthy coping mechanisms (mistoffelees isolating/punishing himself), overall a lot of grief

Mistoffelees stayed in his den for weeks after Tugger’s death.

He spoke to no one, not even his sister.

The only reason he ate was because he knew how much Tugger would hate seeing him waste away, but even then, he only ate the bare minimum to keep himself alive.

Munkustrap, Victoria, and Old Deuteronomy were the only cats who came into Mistoffelees’ den, after every other cat had found themselves unable to enter due to the magic surrounding it.

Munkustrap would sit in the silence with Mistoffelees, a strong, calm presence. He was the only cat who truly understood Mistoffelees’ grief, seeing as he had been there as well when Tugger died.

Victoria held her brother during her visits, wrapping her arms around him and protecting him from the world.

Old Deuteronomy was the only cat Mistoffelees would cry in front of, clinging to the old tom as violent sobs ripped through his body. Deuteronomy cried with him, cradling the younger cat gently, whispering gentle reassurances that Tugger’s death wasn’t his fault, that he had done everything he could.

Mistoffelees wasn’t so sure about that.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tugger’s bloody, broken body in front of him, fur mangled and matted.

He saw Old Deuteronomy collapsing to the ground when he saw Tugger’s body.

He saw Munkustrap falling into Demeter’s arms, the golden queen clinging to her mate with tears streaming down her face.

Every time he sat in the silence, he heard Bombalurina’s screams when she saw Mistoffelees and Munkustrap enter the Junkyard with Tugger’s body on their backs.

He heard Plato’s choked sobs at the sight of his brother in all but blood, lifeless and limp.

He heard Jemima’s terrified questions about what was wrong with her beloved uncle.

Despite Deuteronomy’s reassurances, and Tugger’s insistent final words, Mistoffelees blamed himself. He should have been faster, his magic should have healed Tugger.

His isolation was his punishment, his misery his penance for his mistakes.

So he remained in his den, curled on his bed, Tugger’s favorite blanket clutched in his arms as he breathed in the scent of his mate. Occasionally he would move around, a quick cleaning, a tidy-up of the bed, but that was only if one of the three cats he still saw came to visit.

He didn’t deserve for the den to be pristine.

Mistoffelees did manage to leave his den one night.

Like the other magical cats, Mistoffelees’ powers took strength from the moon, and the full moon shining above him in the sky made it feel as though his magic was about to burst out of him.

He sat in the center of the hidden clearing, the spot where he and Tugger had shared a private dance after their mating, and stared down at his paws. He hadn’t used his magic since the day Tugger died, and when he wiggled his fingers briefly, the rainbow sparkles he had once loved so dearly shot out, the pent-up emotions and magic exploding out of Mistoffelees in a wave of grief and pain.

He spread his arms out, magic flaring around him. The only reason the magic did not spread to the rest of the Junkyard was thanks to the barrier Mistoffelees had constructed around the clearing so long ago, when it had served as a secret place for him to practice.

Mistoffelees waved his arms and spun around, kicking out and lashing his tail until he stopped, hunched over with paws on his knees, heaving great, deep breaths, exhaustion settling into his bones.

“Magical.”

The awed whisper had the tom freezing. The voice was one Mistoffelees would recognize even in a sea of screams and cheers. It was the voice that had spent countless hours reassuring him, whispering sweet nothings as they curled together, giggling over thoughts of a future they would never have.

Slowly, Mistoffelees turned around, and he felt everything around him grow silent.

Perched on the old chair, as though nothing had ever changed and Mistoffelees was simply practicing parlor tricks, was Tugger.

Clean fur, not a trace of blood or injuries in sight, and amber eyes glittering with only love and adoration.

Mistoffelees could think of nothing else do to but collapse on the ground, sobbing. His only thought was that he had finally cracked, his weeks of isolation and punishment had caused him to hallucinate. It made sense, he supposed. His greatest punishment would be to see the ghost of the mate he failed to save everywhere around him.

“Sparkles?” Tugger’s voice was now filled with worry, and much closer than before. Mistoffelees buried his face in his paws, shaking his head. He couldn’t bear to look up and see the vision his grief-riddled mind had conjured for him. Firm, warm paws grasped his wrists, and slowly pulled his paws away, but Mistoffelees kept his eyes shut. Those same paws then cupped his face, thumbs stroking the fur beneath his eyes gently, wiping away the tears. “Come on, gorgeous, let me see those beautiful eyes.”

Mistoffelees could never resist it when Tugger spoke to him like that.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, meeting Tugger’s loving gaze. A soft, warm smile spread over the maine coon’s face, and Mistoffelees couldn’t resist throwing himself forward, wrapping his arms around Tugger’s neck with a broken cry.

Tugger’s arms wound around Mistoffelees’ waist, strong and sure, and the two cats clung to each other, faces buried in the other’s fur.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” The magical tom gasped out.

Tugger pulled away, a small frown on his face as he looked at his mate. “Sorry for what, Mist?” Mistoffelees’ face dropped, but Tugger placed his paw beneath his chin, gently tilting his face back up towards him. “Mistoffelees, listen to me. What happened to me was not your fault. I would never, ever blame you for what happened. All that blame? That’s on Macavity. He’s the one who killed me.” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Mistoffelees’ with a deep sigh. “You and Straps brought me home, Misto. You came after me, and I was able to say goodbye to you.”

Mistoffelees shook his head. “I should have done more, Tugs.”

“You couldn’t have done more, Misto.” Tugger replied firmly. “It was my time, and as horrible as it was, you couldn’t do anything to change it.” Mistoffelees let out another sob, and Tugger pulled him back into his arms, hugging him fiercely.

Mistoffelees wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, the two cats clinging to each other. By the time they pulled apart, he had cried out all his tears, and Tugger was back to smiling, pressing soft kisses all over the magical cat’s face.

Now that he was no longer crying, Mistoffelees could see the soft glow around his mate wasn’t simply due to his own watery eyes.

“This isn’t a hallucination, is it?” He asked softly.

Tugger chuckled, standing and pulling Mistoffelees up with him. “Not at all, my marvelous, magical magician. You did this.”

Mistoffelees’ brow furrowed. “Me?”

“I’m not sure exactly, but all that magic you let out, combined with your grief and love, it brought me here for just a little while.” Tugger said gently. He looked up at the moon above them. “It’s a full moon, as well. Like during the Ball.”

Of course.

Full moons, whether it was the night of the Ball or not, were when the Jellicle magic was strongest, and the veil between the Heaviside Layer and the living world was lifted, allowing moments of peace between deceased cats and their families.

Mistoffelees let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, tilting forward to rest his head against Tugger’s shoulder as he sent an unspoken whisper of thanks to the Everlasting Cat for granting him a final moment with his mate.

“I’m going to sing at the next Ball.” He admitted quietly.

Tugger’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, tight and comforting. “I had a feeling you would.” He leaned over, nuzzling the top of Mistoffelees head lovingly. He then stepped back, away from Mistoffelees, and held out a paw with a bright smile. “One last dance?”

Mistoffelees felt bittersweet tears fill his eyes. Their last dance in their clearing, the spot where their relationship had started. He took a steadying breath, and waved his paws.

Soft music filled the clearing, just like it did on the night so long ago, when they had snuck away as new mates, giggling and holding paws. Now, he reached out, tangling his fingers with the ghost of his mate’s, and Tugger gave him a sad little smile, pulling him closer.

The maine coon slipped an arm around his waist, and pressed a kiss to the spot just below Mistoffelees’ ear, where he knew the magical cat was ticklish. Mistoffelees laughed, something he had not done in ages, and his grip on Tugger’s paw tightened. He felt Tugger smile, and he felt himself pulled into a slow, gentle dance, Tugger never letting go of his paw.

Mistoffelees’ smile faded into something quieter, something more secretive, and he burrowed into Tugger’s mane, breathing deeply.

As Tugger’s arms tightened around him, their dancing turning into more of a gentle sway, Mistoffelees found himself with a single thought.

“What a precious love it’s been.”

#cats the musical #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #liv’s writing corner #now if y’all excuse me I’m going to go sob #actual tears in my eyes as I’m writing this #munkustrap #victoria #old deuteronomy

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twoset-updates · 1 year

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[270223 词不达意的劳拉 weibo post]

tl;dr: this fan met eddy in a cafe and got to chat with him. translation below (it's quite long but very sweet)

I was helping Twosetter friends in Singapore get tickets [for the Twoset vs Davie show], and I was lucky enough to get a spot ahead in the queue. You could only buy a maximum of four tickets with one account, and she needed three. I thought I shouldn’t waste the luck, so I decided to buy four anyway. At the time it was an impulse decision; I hadn’t even decided whether I’d let someone else have the ticket, or go to the concert myself. So although I had the ticket, I hesitated for a long time thinking whether I should go after all. For one thing, Twoset wouldn't be the only ones performing, and for another, borders had just reopened. Time would be tight to get a visa, and air tickets and hotels in Singapore aren’t cheap, either.

Just like that, Lunar New Year passed. When my friend asked me what I would be doing with the extra ticket, and if I needed help finding someone to take it, I thought of Boss Yang’s “just do it”. Even if it wasn’t for Twoset, I hadn’t been overseas in three years. Recently I had been troubled by certain comments from some people, so I might as well treat it as a vacation to relax. So I applied for the visa, and told myself that I would go if I managed to get it. As it turned out, I really did end up getting it.

I won’t elaborate too much on the performance itself. It was my first time seeing Twoset live, and my first time meeting Twosetters in person, so I was really happy. I felt that the more talented Twosetters are, the more humble they are. They’re all really friendly, too. Someone even brought cookies they had baked (I brought them back with me and still can't bear to eat them). It was like a grand exchange of things everyone had made.

So many things were exchanged

I was also happy to visit the places where Twoset had shot videos, the National Museum of Singapore, Victoria Concert Hall, Merlion Park, the mall where Davie pretended to be tailing Twoset—so many places. I also ate and drank lots of delicious things. Out of all the fans who had flown in, I might be the one who stayed the longest in Singapore. I thought the trip would end just like that, but I didn't expect that the day I was to fly back home, I got a huuuuuuuuge surprise.

In retrospect, meeting Eddy was such a coincidence, it felt like fate. I had only wanted to get a coffee to go from this cafe, and was planning to eat at another restaurant. But when I went in, the staff asked if I wanted to eat in or takeaway, and for some reason, I said I would eat in. The cafe was pretty full, and I was brought to a seat quite far inside the cafe. Then I ordered my meal and the food arrived, and just as I had finished taking photos and was about to start eating, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone walk by me to wash their hands. I glanced at them, and got a shock. Was that Eddy?! But I didn't dare to stare at them directly, so I just observed them through my peripheral vision.

The person walked by my table again after washing their hands, and I only saw their side profile and back. Those glasses, the brick red T-shirt from the Christmas video, black skinny jeans, and white Gucci sneakers—who could that be other than Eddy?! I watched as he walked to the seat right by the entrance and sat down.

I was calm on the outside, but on the inside: AHHHHHHH HELP! When did he come in?! Should I go say hi? What if he ate and left quickly! But I thought, I'd be flying back in the afternoon, and I might never get another chance like this. So I took a deep breath and walked towards the entrance.

He was eating alone (I was so lucky; if he had been discussing something with someone else, or if he was with a friend, I would probably have walked back to my seat as I wouldn't dare to disturb him), and had ordered a coffee. On the chair opposite him he had placed his backpack, and there was a large notebook on the table. When I reached his table, he realised I was there, and stopped eating to look up at me. For about two seconds, we just looked at each other silently, neither of us saying a word.

(Me, internally: say something! Don't be such a freak!)

(For the below conversation, it happened in English, unless mentioned otherwise. {} indicates actions, expressions, and additional explanations, and () indicates my thoughts.)

Me: OMG Eddy

E {realised I was a fan so he was a little cautious but smiling}: Hey hello!

Me: OMG, can I sit next to you? {The table next to him was free}

E: Sure, do you want a photo?

Me {nodding vigorously}: I actually came to see your performance, but I'm flying back this afternoon. Actually, this is the last place I'm going to before I head to the airport {I can't stop talking when I'm nervous, sorry, I don't know what I was saying}

E {his tone of voice was very gentle}: Oh where are you from? What's your name?

Me: I'm Laura, from Shanghai, China {I sat on the seat next to him, and turned to face him}

EDIT: I forgot to mention, amidst all this I also asked if he remembered, during the video they filmed in Taiwan about giving fans gifts, I'd asked Lisa to pass him a gift from me. (None of us knew whether Lisa would be chosen, but I told Lisa I'd send the gift to her anyway, and if she wasn't chosen it would be my Christmas gift to her. I'm thankful to Lisa for being such a nice person and agreeing to my request.) [I told him,] I gave him and Brett a Mario luggage tag each, did he remember, those were actually from me. He said, "Oh yea yea I remember that gift." (He really remembered, I'm so happy)

Then Eddy talked a bit about Shanghai with me. He said he'd been to Shanghai, and I couldn't resist teasing him about when he said "Shanghai Stock Exchange" [T/N: during Landmark Charades] (Eddy internally, probably: Why won't the fans from Shanghai give me a break about this). He seemed like he was cringing at himself (super cute!). He said he really didn't know why he said it during the video, and I asked if it was because the tour guide had brought them there when he was in Shanghai? He said he'd actually never been there, and had only been to the Oriental Pearl Tower. I told him he should come to Shanghai and see the Shanghai Stock Exchange, the building is really quite magnificent. I said, "please come to Shanghai, come to China, we fans in Shanghai really look forward to you visiting," and he said they'd look into it. (I know he was just saying it though; it seemed like it would be difficult for them to come to Mainland China.)

At one point, I apologised for my bad English, and he said, in Mandarin, "it's okay, we can speak in Mandarin too." But I kept speaking in English to him (I have no words for myself, I could have listened to him speak more Mandarin!). When he said they'd "look into it" he said it in Mandarin [T/N: original phrase is 再研究一下看看].

I told him his Mandarin is really good, and joked that Brett's sucks, and he laughed. But I hurriedly added that Brett's pronunciation is really good, and with his usual serious/earnest expression, he nodded, saying, "Hm, that is true." I said Brett seems like a pronunciation prodigy—previously there was a German fan who said his German pronunciation was good (and there was a German fan who watched the show with us this time who said the same). Eddy said that is indeed the case, as Brett had a lot of friends from Germany when he was in Europe. But I told him that since he could understand Mandarin puns, it was really impressive too. He smiled bashfully after being praised. (So so so cute!)

Then I suddenly remembered that I had interrupted his meal, and I was worried whether he would have other plans later in the day, so I asked him. I said, "I'm very sorry I interrupted your meal, I don't know if you have any other plans later, is it okay?"

He very seriously looked at his watch, and really thought for a bit, and only then did he tell me he actually did have something on later, but it was alright as there was still a bit of time, and we could continue chatting for a while. {He didn't immediately say "it's okay", and didn't take the chance to end the conversation either; he's really a sincere and nice person.}

At that moment, he suddenly pointed at my right shoulder, and said, "This is really cute." I took a second before I realised he was referring to the violin earrings I was wearing that day. I said, "Yes, this is for the violin gang." He said, "Yea!", and I replied, "I'm part of the piano gang though." He smiled and said, "Oh, that's great." I said, "But a lot of times I'm lazy and don't practice," and I took the chance to ask him if he would sign a mini metronome. I told him I'd actually bought it at Synwin the previous day (and luckily I had it in my bag as I was afraid it would be damaged [if I kept it in my luggage]). He agreed and asked if I had a marker. I said, "Yes, I even have a gold autograph marker." He said, "Cool," and wrote "Go Practice" for me. As he did so, he toyed with the metronome a little, and said, "I didn't know there were mini metronomes like this, it's really cute." I asked (greedily) if he could address the autograph to me, and he checked again that my name is Laura. It's actually a really common name, and I thought he would just write it straight away, but he was considerate and still asked me how to spell it. (He's so nice.)

He even added a emoji, really cute

Alright, I'll "Go Practice"

Because I had to take the metronome and autograph marker out of my bag, I had picked my bag up from the ground, and he noticed that my bag had two pins on it (Puganini and Meowzart pins from the SSO; a Twosetter in Singapore had mailed it to China for us). He said, "Oh, this is cute," and I replied, "Yeah, It's from the SSO," and he said he knew, but he only knew they had made Puganini pins and not Meowzart ones. {He really pronounced the "meow" sound, it was cute.} I said, "Yeah, and it so happens that it's Paganini and Mozart (referring to him and Brett), what a coincidence." He agreed.

My SSO Puganini and Meowzart pins.

Then I remembered that I had made three headbands for the concert—one for Twoset, and two other Paganini and Mozart ones (because I had thought those characters would appear during the show)—and I still had them in my bag, so I hurriedly took them out to show him. First I showed him the TwoSet Violin one, and I told him I'd even glued on LED lights by hand, and turned the lights on to demonstrate. It seemed like he was happy about it but also thought it was a little embarrassing. He hid his face in his hands (ahhh so cute). Then I showed him the Paganini and Mozart headbands, and said, "These don't have lights though." He said they were really cute, and I told him the Mozart one has rabbit ears because Mozart had made the rabbit ear gesture, and the Paganini one has devil horns. Then I paused, and asked if he wanted the headbands. (I thought I'd just ask.)

TwoSet Violin (I put the LED lights on by hand, sorry for the poor craftsmanship)

Paganini (I originally wanted to add lights too, but I gave up afterwards)

Mozart

Unexpectedly, he said, "Sure!" He took them from me, and said, "I'll give this {the Mozart one} to Mozart Brett." Then he wore the Paganini one himself ahhhh (I was so stunned in that moment, I completely wasn't expecting him to take the initiative to wear it, so I just dumbly stared while we continued to talk). After about five seconds, I realised he might feel awkward wearing the headband, so I asked if he wanted to take it off for now, wasn't it awkward? Then he suggested that we should take a selfie first (I completely didn't think that he himself would suggest a selfie with the headband), so he could take the headband off after the selfie, because it did feel awkward after all. (Ahhhhh I'm sorry I keep saying this, but he was so cute when he was being bashful ahhh)

Paganini Eddy is so cute and looks so good!

After the selfie, I told him I was in too much of a rush this time to finish lights on all the headbands, so if they came to Shanghai, I would make a full set of headbands with lights for them, and he said, "Deal!" (So, please come for real TAT)

That was almost it, but just then, I remembered that a while ago a lot of people were curious if they had ever tested which Hogwarts house they were in? At first, he didn't really get what test I was talking about, but when he understood, he said that they'd never done the test.

E: Do you think the test is fun? Should we do it?

Me {nodding}: It's really fun, I think you guys can try it.

E: Which house do you think I'd be in?

Me: I think you're Ravenclaw

E: I think I'm Ravenclaw, too

Me {quietly}: I'm also Ravenclaw (shameless)

E: What about Brett, which house do you think he's in?

Me (I didn't think he would bring up Brett on his own): Hm...... I think he's either Gryffindor or Slytherin

E: Oh? {He seemed to be surprised that I chose two houses; I'm guessing the one he was surprised about was Slytherin.}

Me: Gryffindor because he's very courageous, but Slytherin because he has a realistic {I said it in English and Mandarin} side as well. [T/N: original word for "realistic" was "现实"]

E: Oho, Brett, Slytherin, hehehehehe {a teasing laugh} (I thought, does he think that Slytherins are villains, so he thinks it's funny that a fan thinks Brett is a villain?)

Really, I took up quite a bit of his time, and I apologised a few times throughout the conversation, but he amiably said that it's alright. He listened to me patiently, replied to me earnestly, and fulfilled all my requests. (Now that I think about it, it might be because I told him in the beginning that I would be flying back to Shanghai in the afternoon, that he was very forgiving of me, and for that I'm very, very thankful to him.

P.S. Eddy is more handsome and good-looking close-up than in videos; his eyes are round and bright, his iris and sclera are clearly defined, he looks here and there when he's thinking, and he has double eyelids on both eyes. Sob, he's really cute (for the millionth time)

Finally, he really was like he said: a very gentle listener. At the start of the post, I mentioned that I was feeling troubled, and part of it was for reasons related to my work. There were some issues that I couldn't figure out an answer to, and in the course of my conversation with him I couldn't help but tell him some of it (it's strange, he has the power to disarm people). He patiently and carefully listened to my troubles, and in reply, he didn't simply say something like "you should just do it," but instead he said that it was a tough problem indeed. I told him that that's why I'm grateful to them for making videos and performances that inspired me, and he told me, "If you decide to do it, you can do it."

Me: ......well, since you've said that, I have to do it now.

At this point, I guess I can't get out of the fandom anymore...... It feels like all the challenges I faced in making this trip to Singapore happen were worth it. In the process, I received a lot of sincere help from Twosetters, and I think I did my best to help them sincerely as well. As expected, sincerity is really the solution to everything. I guess that's how it is with Twoset, and this community that formed around them. I think that's one thing about Twoset that differs from others, the most special thing: they brought together this amazing, talented community. It seems if you treat others with sincerity, and have a little luck, you'll be able to make your wishes come true.

#twosetviolin #twoset violin #tsv in the wild

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carelessflower · 1 year

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consort 101

Alec dreaded his daily court-holding.

He knew his duty as consort, to look over and manage the royal harem. And what is a better way to do it than hearing the same people arguing over who had the best gold embroidered silk fan collections?

Alec took a sip of his tea, not missing the eyes that traced his every movement. Of course, many were convinced he had enchanted Magnus using a dark magic love spell. Magnus had laughed hearing that once. Then promptly demanded Alec to properly enchant him with his love spells this time. Alec's sore back the next morning did not help much with Alec's enthusiasm to deal with the harem. Many concubines were nice, but the one with the most to say always went out of their way to annoy Alec.

"Oh, your majesty. I haven't noticed how dowdy you look this morning." As if on cue, Jasper stood up and didn't even bother for a decent attempt of worry. "Please forgive me for my oversight." He was on his way to kneel, and it was obvious from the speed he didn't intend to go through it.

Alec smiled faintly. "That's alright. Please stand up. I appreciate your concern, but I am perfectly well."

"Really?" Jasper continued after returning to his seat, not caring at all about Alec's no desire to engage in whatever imaginary feud Jasper was having in his mind. "I thought- Well, you don't have to hide for our sake."

"Our king is a generous lover. Surely you understand that, your majesty. There's no need to be sad." Another concubine giggled.

"The consort will never. Jealousy is frowned upon in the harem. Your majesty knows it better than us."

"That's right."

"In fact, I'm sure the consort is happy for the king. The consort must be tiring himself out taking care of our majesty, and now he has someone to share that responsibility with him."

Voices laced venoms, the room hid the weapons underneath those smiles. Alec already knew the culprit for all of this. Victoria stood still, dress newly made and of the finest quality, all lace details and trim. Alec recognized the fabric. Magnus gifted it to her, and everyone in the palace was under no illusion how much her dressmakers went through for the gown to be a week-done affair.

He felt her staring at him, smugly proclaiming her win over Magnus's heart.

Usually, Alec would let this slide. Arguing with anyone who equated material gain to love was a waste of time, he would rather spend it to force Isabelle's stew not to poison every living creature in close proximity. But today, Alec was feeling a bit mischievous. And curious too. It was a unique combination.

Using the teacup to disguise his next move, he undid the first front lace on his robe, enough to reveal what was underneath. Magnus's marks were a stark reminder of what they were doing with the silk the night before, dotted on the pale column of Alec's throat, down to his collarbone.

"Concubine Johnson got it wrong. How can being with the king ever be tedious?" The chaos from the room erupted even more with his sentence.

"I thought the consort had fallen out of favor."

"How indecent! Showing off those things."

"The consort is so selfish, he's hoarding our majesty and bragging to us."

"Wait, haven't you been begging for that ruby pearl choker foreve-"

"Shut up!"

A range of emotions flashed and switched like rapid flames across many's faces. Alec hid the smirk to himself.

@dustandducks happy birthday lys you're absolutely talented and amazing legendary human being keep excelling always!!!!

#malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunters #tmi #tsc #the mortal instruments #the shadowhunter chronicles #tec #anh writes stuff #consort alec

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another-corpo-rat · 9 months

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❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜ for Adam/Vic 👀👀👀👀👀👀

ty for the prompt 😘😘 i took liberties / paraphrased it cos Smasher was just. not working with me that piece of shit- Prompt list is here!

❛you're such a fucking tease, you know that?❜ Adam Smasher/OC

Too short of a dress, too high of a heel. Victoria knows what she’s doing as she strides into Arasaka’s shooting range. Knows who she’s doing. Chin high and eyes forward as if she was dressed for a Monday morning meeting, not a Friday night riding someone’s thigh.

The distinct sound of chatter quietens when she enters, greeted with a wolf-whistle cut short with an elbow to the ribs. And Adam—

Adam doesn’t lower the HMG, no – there’s a deafening clatter of a significant weight meeting the floor, the telling skid of some parts flying across the wide space. She makes a show of rolling her eyes, casting them about the width of the room as if she hasn’t been here before. Ignoring him in his approach, the heavy, deliberate stride in her direction and a sharp bark of: “Leave” that his assigned unit scurry to follow.

She continues to ignore him as his hands come to rest on her hips. Squeezing possessively, enough to bruise skin but not bone.

“You aren’t being subtle, Blondie.”

“Aren’t I?” She croons, lips quirking with a small smirk as her hand follows up the expanse of a cybernetic arm, squeezing at a chrome bicep. “Was it the shower nude or showing up in this dress without underwear that pushed the boundary too far?”

The rumble from his chest, somewhere between a growl and a chuckle, is a telling thing. A warning. And one she smiles at as he hoists her up. She wastes no time wrapping her legs around him, bracing her hands on his wide shoulders as one of his own slips beneath the dress’s hemline.

His chrome is cold against her flushed skin, a trail of goosebumps left in its wake as his hand caresses upwards. She’s already familiar with his touch, with the scratches and wear that textures the pads of his fingers and palms like callouses, yet still her breath leaves her lungs with a shudder before his fingers brush against her uncovered sex. Red optics brighten at the discovery; a huff of amusement that turns her smile coy.

“Did you think I was lying?”

“Had my doubts,” he says, slipping a thick finger into her wet heat. Hers curl against his shoulders, nails digging into the Kevlar and a needy whimper rewarding him. “You have a habit of it.”

“Not with y—” Her words recede into a moan as he gets knuckle-deep, curling the finger to stroke against her. Slow and deep, enough to ruin her, enough that most cocks feel lacking in comparison. Not that she’d ever admit it; he’d be utterly insufferable, but her cunt clenches desperately around him and her hold on his shoulders is shaky already and that feels admission enough.

“Of being such a fucking tease.” He corrects, thumb ghosting over her clit. He’s not capable of expression, not really – but he manages to be taunting with that glint to his optics and the goading tone through a heavy-duty vocaliser handily enough. “But you know that.”

#cyberpunk 2077 #adam smasher #victoria crane #ship: gilded chrome #my writing #i've been combing over this one too much i just needa post it i stg

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rosietrace · 4 months

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〈アイドル! 〉 Track 02 — Mentorship

〈天才的なアイドル様!! 〉

「↺ 概要 ↻」— 「 ↺ Overview/Synopsis! ↻ 」

❐ With the idol scene on the rise, Night Raven Entertainment found it opportunistic to promote their new and improved idol group; (Co)-Connect! Though the group has a lot to go about, the members are still in need of dire improvement before they can truly shine alongside their peers.

Fortunately, NRE found the perfect mentor for the job; The ex member of Poisoner — and long-time solo sensation — Shōri.

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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Ellis knew to expect a lot of things in her life as a recently debuted idol.

The lack of actual glamor, the exhaustion from rehearsals, the hate comments, the death threats.

She'd come to expect those things. And while she isn't entirely happy about it, she's still doing her best to take it in stride and go on with her life.

The one thing she didn't expect was for Victoria Shard, of all the people in the world, to become (Co)-Connect's mentor.

Victoria arched a brow at the group, Noriko standing behind her. The members of (Co)-Connect were certainly starstruck from seeing NRE’s equivalent of Taylor Swift leaning against the doorway of their dance studio.

“If I may be frank,” Noriko broke the silence that filled the room, standing by his lady's side with uttermost confidence. “I think you broke them, my lady.”

Victoria snorted, looking up at her bodyguard. “You think so?”

“I'd say so,” they shrugged. “Look at them. Utterly starstruck.”

“By what, I wonder…” Victoria tilted her head, amused.

Juvia was the first to break out of her trance. “Hold on-” the yellow-dressed girl had to do a double take. “You're- You're our-”

“Your mentor?” Victoria cut her off. “Yes, yes I am.”

Yuuta blinked, leaning his head over Miren's. “Well, this wasn't on my 2023 bucket list…”

Miren scrunched his nose, mumbling, “You have a bucket list?”

Carol cleared her throat, pushing up her glasses, and walking up to Victoria — extending a hand to her.

Reluctantly, Victoria shook hands with Carol. But before Noriko could file a complaint about it, Victoria let go of Carol's hand almost immediately.

Chizuko narrowed her eyes, leaning against the wall, water bottle in hand. “Is this some sort of elaborate joke?”

She got a sharp-edged smile in return. “I assure you,” Victoria's voice was filled with pride, with promise. “It isn't.”

Noriko mumbled something, possibly a string of side comments Victoria dared not comment on. Regardless of what they said, Victoria went on to shake hands with the rest of the members.

Carol was easy enough. Chizuko was reluctant. Juvia was ecstatic. Victoria had to compromise and use both hands for Yuuta and Miren.

And as for Ellis, well…. Poor girl was more or less stunned for longer than she intended.

Noriko's face twisted. “Is she okay?” They mumbled into Victoria's ear, an eyebrow raised.

Ignoring the fact that the tips of her ears had turned red, Victoria hummed. “I'll see for myself,” she replied, wasting no time in walking up to Ellis.

Taking note of the girl's stunned expression and stiff posture, Victoria waved a hand over Ellis' face.

That managed to be enough for Ellis to violently shake her head and stare up at Victoria.

“O-Oh,” Ellis felt her cheeks going a little pink. She's taller than I thought…

Ellis has seen Victoria in person, of course she has! But most of the time, the few times she saw her were when Victoria was at a considerable distance. Or on stage.

“Eh…. Ellis Clawthorne,” Ellis shook Victoria's hand, an awkward smile on her face.

Victoria nodded, a blank look on every inch of her face. “Yes,” she lifted Ellis' chin, ever so slightly. “I'm aware.”

God, Ellis felt like she was having a heart attack from this.

Letting go of the girl's chin, Victoria stood before all six members — her expression cold, blank, and unreadable.

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Victoria sucked in a breath, a sharp-eyed look as she looked at each member of (Co)-Connect, one by one. Analyzing them, and remembering the things she read about each of them before their first meeting.

“Let me get this straight,” ah, there was the exasperation in her tone!

“You have more scandals with male idols than I could count,” referring to Carol.

Then came Chizuko. “You barely interact with your fans to the point they're beginning to be disliked by them.”

“You,” she pointed at Yuuta, who held up his hands in surrender. “You interact with your fans too much.”

“Your dancing is stiff,” Ouch, Miren thought.

“You’re too open in expressing honesty to fans,” Juvia flinched. But compared to some of the others, that was going off easy.

“And as for you…”

Ellis flinched, ready to take whatever blows Victoria threw at her.

“Well,” Victoria leaned her head against the couch. “The fanbase doesn't consider you interesting enough.”

Ellis seethed a bit. To hear it from fans, that was something she could handle. But to hear it from an idol she deeply admired? It meant something else entirely.

Sure, she only said consider instead of thinking, but it still hurt a little, Ellis pursed her lips, keeping herself silent.

Chizuko, however, wasn't going to do the same.

“Are you serious?” Chizuko blurted out, ready to face confrontation without hesitation.

“Chizu…”

“No, Carol, don't try to stop me. She's just sitting there and judging us like it's nothing.”

“Chizuko, causing conflict with our new mentor really isn't a good idea…” Miren muttered, a drop of sweat falling from his face. But despite his efforts, it felt as though Chizuko didn't even hear him.

“I’m firmly obligated to tell you that she's just doing her job,” Noriko folded their arms over their chest, their tone showing every bit of warning as the expression that hid behind their sunglasses.

“Nori,” Victoria's voice alone was enough to get Noriko to shut his mouth. “You don't need to remind them…”

Yuuta snorted, giving Chizuko a smirk. The latter sent him a glare, sitting back down with a sour expression.

Juvia sighed, placing a hand over Ellis'. She knew that Victoria was only doing her job and all, specifying a sad truth for some idols in the industry, but Juvia knew that what she said almost definitely affected Ellis.

“But yes, I'm merely doing my job,” Victoria relaxed against the couch, crossing her legs and tilting her head.

“If you can't comprehend that, Velvet, I suggest you start thinking of graduation.”

Silence filled the room. Ellis was the one to break it.

“She's right,” Ellis sighed, giving Chizuko a disapproving look. “I know you were only trying to look out for us and all, but that wasn't necessary, Chi.”

Before Chizuko could speak up, Yuuta beat her to it. “Y'know, sometimes I wonder what goes on in your mind for you to think that was a good idea.”

“Yuuta,” Carol scowled at him and gave Chizuko a pat on the shoulder, an almost motherly look on her face as the two locked eyes. “Chi…”

“What, are you going to say the same?”

“You know that wasn't necessary. I understand that you were upset…”

“I'm more than upset, Carol,” Chizuko grit her teeth.

“I know you just wanted to defend us,” Carol sighed. “But miss Shard is only doing her job, and she just got here…”

Ellis stood up, ignoring the scowl Noriko sent her to help Victoria up from the couch. Even though she didn't have to, she still did.

The three left the room, with Noriko reluctantly waiting for Victoria outside of (Co)-Connect's living space.

“Sorry for Chizuko,” Ellis fixed her hair a bit, lips still pursed.

“Don't be,” Victoria assured. “I can see where she's coming from, feeling upset. I can tell you felt upset, too.”

Ellis laughed awkwardly. “Was it that obvious?”

“You could say I'm just good at reading people,” attempting to get on Ellis' good side, Victoria sent her a ghost-like smile. Barely there, but ever-present.

“I figured,” Ellis chuckled a bit. As at ease as she may have seemed, Victoria knew for certain that what she said still affected her.

Sighing, Victoria gently patted her on the head.

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〈 Taglist 〉

(Co)-Connect

@starry-night-rose • @jasdiary • @authoruio • @nem0-nee • @fumikomiyasaki • @sakuramidnight15

Others

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pjisskullourful · 1 year

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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

🏳️‍🌈 Thomas × reader

NSFW 🔥 lovedup adults doing nasty adult things to one another

° Thomas Raggi & female reader insert

° you've never had a boyfriend support your queer identity before, but now thomas wants to accompany you to your first ever gay rights rally

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"You're remindin' me of a fly- hoverin' around like this." Thomas said. "Why don't you just sit down on my lap, like you usually do when you're doing my makeup?"

You dipped your brush back into the square of pink pigment, shaking your head as you walked in front of the chair your boyfriend was seated in, the morning sunshine illuminating his face as you looked at him from a different angle. "No, I don't think we'll be doing that, baby." You bent down, considering how to get this application to match what you had done on his other eye. "This isn't like going out to dinner with your friends, where you can distract me with your cuteness and maybe we fool around a bit 'cause if we arrive late, the most important thing we'll miss is the garlic bread.

"This is a gay rights protest- it has a set starting time and I don't wanna miss any of it. It's my first time protesting and what if we arrive late and we miss out on learning the chants?"

"This tense interest in time management- is this the gay agenda that I'm always hearing about?" He asked with a cheeky grin.

You swept the pink eyeshadow into the inner corner of his eye, pleased when he took you seriously enough to hold still. The significance of this day was making you nervous.

It had been inspiring nerves in you ever since you had first learnt of the event. Victoria had sent you a photo of a flyer found taped up in the city - she insisted you had to go and scream extra loud for her (she would be out of town, visiting family the same weekend, unable to attend).

You had never been in the closet with the members of Måneskin - when you had first met Thomas a little over a year ago, your phone case had been covered in the colours of the bisexual pride flag. There hadn’t been a wasted effort of trying to hide it. He had never questioned you on it or made any comments that made you feel unsupported. You were the first queer woman he had dated, but you were far from the first gay girl he had cared for in his inner-circle. He didn't need you to go over the basics with him, he didn't need a big, serious talk about what this meant or how it affected him - he had simply nodded his head, he gave your hand a comforting squeeze and told you to correct him without hesitation if he ever did anything unbefitting of an ally.

He was the exact opposite of your last boyfriend who had been stuck in the attitude of homophobia. He used slurs in private, to everyone else he would pretend his attitude was less aggressive, always quick to say that he didn't mind if people were gay - he just wished they wouldn't rub it in his face.

You had ignored his every comment, avoiding any kind of discussion around the topic. Because it hadn't mattered that you thought you might be bisexual. Nothing could be explored while you were in a relationship with a man, and you thought you didn't need the label.

But Thomas wanted you to express how you felt, he loved how you lit up whenever you got to talking about your sexuality and the community you were slowly discovering. He left you with no reason to hold yourself back. You could find where you belonged, with him giving you a supportive nod and thumbs-up every step of the way.

Now you were painting the colours of the bisexual flag across his eyelids, preparing to march through the streets of Rome with him.

You felt extra appreciative of him at this moment. This wasn't something that you had thought you would ever get to experience.

You couldn’t help yourself, swooping down to kiss him on the lips. He placed a hand to your cheek, seeking to deepen the kiss as he gently drew your bottom lip into his mouth. Feeling his tongue sweep over your lip made you forget of those anxieties, in a fleeting moment that made you want to rock your body into his.

Instead you willed yourself to lean away, licking your lips as you straightened up. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore how you could see him in your peripheral vision as you looked at your eyeshadow palette. You covered the brush bristles in more pink, glittery powder.

“I thought I was being the problem child, distractin’ you from being ready on time and all that.” He said, smirking. “I’m not allowed to invite you to sit on my lap, but you’re allowed to kiss me?”

You were trying to stop yourself from smiling, because you knew it would undermine any authority you were hoping to gain. "Shut up, it's part of my process. You wouldn't understand it, you're not a makeup artist."

He laughed. "You can just say that you wanted to kiss me."

"Fine." You said, his eyes shutting as he became still when you came towards him with the brush again. "I wanted to kiss you, and I considered my options and realised that I would have time to kiss you if I didn't need time to do some sort of graphic eyeliner extravaganza on you. I think you're gonna agree that you don't need the liner, 'cause you already look spectacular.

"In fact, I couldn't take you if you looked any more spectacular. I don't need to be upstaged by my own boyfriend."

"No chance of that happening." He said. "But just so you know…" He hooked his finger through one of your belt loops. "... if you need some more assistance with your artistic process, I'm happy to kiss you again. Or we could do more than kissing. For the sake of your artistic process, of course."

"Great, thanks, I'll keep that in mind." You said sarcastically. "Okay, I think the only thing left is kajal and mascara. Are you comfortable with me doing those, or do you wanna do that yourself?"

"I can handle those."

"Okay, I'm gonna get my lipstick on. But I'll be right over there if you need help."

He picked up a hand mirror. "Hey, I may not have any kind of sophisticated artistic process, but I can put on mascara and eyeliner. You just go and do whatever you need to do to make sure you're prepped for serving the gay agenda."

— — —

The sky was getting darker by the time you returned home, hand-in-hand with your boyfriend. You didn't have much voice left, all of the chanting and screaming had left you quite hoarse.

You were without your voice, and there were other things you had lost during the course of the day. The weight of all of those nerves that had made you feel like you were facing your first day of high school had dissipated. You had lost your anxieties and your stress.

But the best thing to lose were your uncertainties.

Some things had been gained. People selling handmade pins had gotten Thomas’ attention and admiration, an array of new accessories decorating his button-up shirt. Before the actual march could begin, amongst the people handing out flyers, he had found someone selling a full-size bisexual flag, for what you were sure was an inflated price.

But the price hadn’t mattered to him - his mood was too good to be spoiled by anything.

While you had been internally taking the whole scene in, he had set into the experience with immediate enthusiasm. He hadn’t held back, it was like when he was the first member of the friend group to head for the dance floor, dragging you along because he couldn’t simply enjoy himself standing still. It drew you in every time, making you feel the rush that could block out your self-doubt. The thoughts that could slow you down were drowned out as his confidence brought you into fully-inhabiting the moment with him.

It magnetised others and intoxicated you.

And it didn't stop as you walked into the apartment - he had so genuinely enjoyed his day, this high might hold on. You weren't sure that you had the most fun, even though the event had held such significance to you.

“The question is- what kind of sign would we make?” He asked, making you pause as you wondered what steps in the conversation you had missed because his query had come after a period of silence. This didn’t relate to the last thing you had said. Had he been carrying on a conversation with himself, carefully mulling the decision over?

You watched him lock the door, waiting for him to clue you in on this conversation. He turned around to face you. "What are you talking about?"

"The next march that we go to, we've gotta have a sign, but, like, what type?" He asked, pausing to unlace and remove his shoes. "There were so many great ones, I didn't realise there were all these different types of protest signs.

“Do you think we should do a funny one, like, a meme or a Simpsons reference? Or some kind of artistic one?” He asked as he came towards where you were leaning against the wall. “Of course, being the superior drawer, you would have to take the lead on that. But I would help you out with the brainstorming, happy to…”

He didn’t get to finish making his point because you couldn’t keep yourself from pouncing on him. You put an arm around his neck and pulled him in closer, placing your hand to his cheek so that you could guide him in for a kiss.

It was the kind of kiss that it seemed like you had been waiting all day to give him. It was the kind of kiss that completely disregarded the preservation of makeup. It was the kind of kiss that existed outside of time. You sank into it, pressing your chest against him as his arms wound around your waist. His tongue teased your lips apart and you couldn’t hold back a little moan, you were so keen to get to indulge.

You leaned away, seeing a smile on his face even before he’d had the opportunity to open his eyes. “I love you, baby.”

He gasped, feigning surprise. “That’s crazy, I was literally just about to say that same thing to you. It’s like you read my mind, or somethin’. How did you do that?”

You laughed, nuzzling your nose against his. “I’d love to tell you, but there’s certain secrets of the gay agenda that I simply cannot share. Not yet, at least…”

His eyes moved slowly over the details of your face, as if he hadn’t spent the whole day with you in his line of sight. “Oh-no, sorry.” He curled your hair behind your ear. “I messed up your lipstick.”

“I couldn’t care less. This makeup has been well-documented, and that’s such an understatement, it’s not even funny.” You said.

This day would forever remain with clarity due to the copious amount of photos that you had taken, capturing it from all perspectives. There were cute selfies, your cheeks pressed together as he wanted to try seemingly every filter on Snapchat. You had taken photos of him standing alongside the protestors with the signs he thought were the best. He had taken photos and short videos of you marching with the crowd. Something that felt as thorough as a photoshoot had taken place with his phone camera pointed at you as he instructed you on how to pose with your new flag - you would be surprised if there was any memory space left on the device after that.

“Do you want me to take your makeup off?” You asked.

“Yes, please. All of the times that I wanted to rub my eye, but I couldn’t.” He said, following you over to the desk where most of your beauty supplies were stored. “I’ve been literally dying.”

You smiled, positioning yourself in front of the chair he had sat upon. “My poor baby.” You brought forward the pack of cleansing wipes, pulling one out. “But it was worth it, right?” You started by cleaning around his mouth, wiping away the mess made by your bright lipstick. “You were swimming in compliments, like so many people.”

He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, resting one on your hip, his thumb stroking tenderly. “Only because of the makeup that you did.”

“Thank you. Thank you for this whole day.”

He shut his eyes, allowing you to wipe away the colours that had been decorating his eyelids. “I gotta thank you, and not just for the kick-ass makeup that everyone loved…” The bright colours lifted away from his pale skin, but some flecks of glitter remained. “Thank you for trusting me enough to share this stuff with me.

“You never shut me out…” He said and opened his eyes to look at you now that you were cleaning the highlight off his cheekbones. “And I’m so grateful to know you, all of you.”

You took the makeup wipe away from his face, letting that arm go limp as you gazed upon him. He blinked at you, seemingly waiting for you to say something. But you couldn’t speak, just feeling your heart swelling up in your chest. You were flooded with emotion, propping yourself up on the edge of the desk. You didn’t think you had the correct words, nothing was fitting for this significant moment.

“You’re…” You put the wipe aside and placed your hands on his cheeks. “You’re just the…” He smiled as you fumbled through your thoughts. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, do you know that?”

He pushed his fingers through your hair, leaning in closer. “Only the best for my babygirl. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He lifted his ass from the seat, drawing in until he could kiss you. You sharply inhaled before melting into the kiss. You caressed your fingers over his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You never wanted this kiss to end because it finally gave your emotions a place to land. You tilted your head, following him deeper as you wrapped an arm around his neck.

You didn’t distress over the words that wouldn’t come. Now he was drawing whimpers from you as his tongue glided into your mouth.

You arched your back, pressing yourself firmly to his chest. You only pulled back when you felt his hands on the bottom of your tank top, seeking to get under it. You let him remove it from over your head, before instantly resuming kissing.

This passion was punctuated by your efforts to remove clothes, until you were equally naked before each other. You positioned your ass on the desk, parting your knees as you faced him.

His eyes drank in the sight of you, sweeping up-and-down to rediscover all of those parts that he favoured. You put your hands to his sides, feeling up the ridges of his thin figure as he moved in closer, close enough for you to feel his body heat again. His hands went to your cheeks, brushing his fingers softly over your face with his thumb moving across your bottom lip. You parted your lips, anticipating a kiss.

Instead he moved away a little. “I’m gonna grab a rubber, be right back.”

In addition to catching your breath, you took this time to wipe off your remaining makeup. You couldn’t imagine that its current state would be very seductive to your boyfriend.

You had remained on the desk, not wanting to rupture this perfect moment - although unplanned, this was clearly the fitting conclusion to this wonderful day. When he returned, it was to place himself between your legs again. Your hands went to his cheeks as his mouth captured yours in a kiss.

His hands ghosted down your sides, making you feel so small, so ready to be consumed. His hands kept moving lower until he was grasping at your bare legs. He fit his fingers into the ditch behind your knees, beginning to lift. You allowed your body weight to be shifted back as your legs went up. Your ankles went onto his bony shoulders, kept here to rest. You felt your wet cunt opening as you kept covering his lips in kisses.

His hands went to your waist and he whined against your mouth as he leaned in closer. You tilted your pelvis as he grinded into you, his skin pressed to yours. The muscles in your legs started to tense when you felt his tip lining up with your slicked entrance.

He started to sink inside, his body pushing against your legs and you were rapidly losing your breath. Your walls fluttered excitedly as he stroked in deeper. You were soon feeling his hip bones digging into the squishiness of your thighs. You put one hand into his hair and used the other to hold onto the edge of the desk, hoping to brace yourself.

He let you set the pace, tensing your body so that you could swing your hips up. You broke the kiss, gasping for air as you concentrated on your movements. Your hand gripped into a fist around his hair as the pressure inside of you grew. You were thrilled by the sensations swarming your body, absolutely ready to come undone for him.

“Fuck.” You sobbed as his hips snapped into you faster.

You looked at him and found that his eyes were mostly shut, the lids rapidly fluttering as he got lost in ecstasy. But when he saw you were watching, he fought harder to get his eyes open, to meet your gaze. His features, that were marked by effort, became lit up with a smile and you could see sparks in his hazel eyes.

This extra level of connection gave him some inspiration and you felt his thrusts come in faster again. This new pace had your gut clenching and you started to bite into your bottom lip as your chest heaved. You twitched and writhed into him, listening to the quick collisions of skin-on-skin.

“Ah, Thomas.” You whimpered.

There was a strain in your leg muscles, with the limbs being unnaturally pinned to your bare chest. But this discomfort, and any other thoughts, were banished from your mind when he found a way to bury the head of his cock in deep enough to collide with your g-spot.

You let out a surprised cry as your hips (working of their own accord) leapt up higher, your ass leaving the desk momentarily.

Your inner-walls spasmed and for a moment the world stopped, with you almost seeing the control leaving your body. It was replaced by impulses and excitement.

“Yes.” He moaned, pressing his body weight into you.

He savoured this new depth, moving his dick in sensual strokes, with his head lingering at your sweet spot. He spent less time rocking back, maintaining the friction was no longer the priority.

This new, more thorough tempo had you squeezing your eyes shut as tremors raced through the muscles in your legs. He was getting you to that place of too much, your toes curling as your body kept at that tempo with everything you had.

“Please.” You wailed. “Please don’t stop, babe.”

You twitched as the pressure in your cunt and your chest increased, taking you over. You listened to his raspy moans as you concentrated on the connection between your bodies.

The brightest and most spectacular colours danced in the darkness behind your eyelids as you started to dissolve into the pleasure. With this most intimate massage, he took you up to and then over the edge. You cried out as you let go entirely.

You flinched and shook, your limbs aching to be repositioned. Clumsily, you brought your ankles down from his shoulders to wrap your legs around his waist. You clenched your thighs and arched your back, bucking into him quicker, with renewed vigour. Your whole body was filled with tingles as you chased his orgasm.

“Yeah, oh fuck…” He whispered, beginning to match the jerking of his hips to his words of praise. “Yes, yes, oh yes, yes, yuh- yes, yes.”

You grabbed for his shoulders with both hands, clinging to him as your body was rocked by incredibly powerful aftershocks. You were quivering but you refused to be taken down, your heart thundering in your ears. You kept moving your body to serve that desperate speed. His breath was hot on the side of your face and his hands gripped your hips.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh yes.” He whined as he continuously guided you along his shaft. “God. I love you, oh babe…”

“I love you too.” You responded, this sentence punctuated by a needy moan that came from deep in your chest.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He said through heavy breaths. “Oh, fuck.”

You did your best to meet every one of his thrusts, even as he plunged into a faster, frenzied tempo. You ignored the unhappy creaks of the desk as you put your hands to either side of his face.

You started to kiss him, getting weak kisses back as he struggled for breath. Your pussy kept clenching around him, the sensitive walls so receptive to the strokes from his cock’s swollen head. He hummed and groaned against your mouth.

With a couple more jolts into you, he reached the climax and fell out of the rhythm. You covered his mouth in more lasting kisses as you felt his body slumping a little. He leaned against the desk for support as he wrapped his arms loosely around your torso.

“Fuck.” He croaked, resting his head against your shoulder as the two of you struggled to get your breath back.

“I love you.” You rushed to say. “I love you so much, Tommy.”

He looked at you, strands of hair stuck to the sweat on his face and he smiled. “I love you too.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s shower, yeah?”

“Genius idea.” You said.

“And we can talk some more about the kind of sign we need for the next protest.”

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blogofloathing · 3 months

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Part 1 of 1, Simone And Bathing A Dirty Dirty Dog

"Okay and you're gonna sit still right?" Simone warned Victoria venomously, "cause if I have to waste another afternoon on this.. I'm gonna lose it"

Clearly strung at the end of her rope, the dusty girl was determined to push her off just a bit further.

Victoria giggled, and promised she'd be good in that sarcastically sincere tone she always used.

Narrowly avoiding another caustic remark thrown straight at her head by the bespectacled girl.

"It's hard enough to get you to change your outfit! I'm surprised you've even got skin under there!"

She shouted from the depths of one of her closets.

She had finally managed to corrale the unhelpful girl into showering, which was shockingly hard.

You'd think Victoria was allergic to water the way she had to effectively manipulate her in there.

But with a little food, and some coaxing, she had lead her right into the proverbial lions den.

"Heartless is what you are! Removin my natural perfume," she objected mildly, "natural repellant more like.." Simone grumbled in a quiet response.

Piling together various bottles and brushes, still unable to understand exactly how her mat worked.

This wasn't the first and it certainly wouldn't be the last foray she'd take into the proverbial jungle.

The tub had been filled before she arrived, now lukewarm and filled with bubbles at her request.

Making small vagueities of islands and mountains.

Personally Simone thought bubble baths were a waste of resources, but whatever, Victoria liked it.

The smell of soap wafted subtly into the room, seeming to stain the pairs skin an unseen rainbow

"Get in there and I'll meet you with my supplies" she ordered the furball of a girl, to which she bloomed a vindictive smirk "awww sure you ain't lookin to watch hm?" Teased Victoria.

Causing her face to flood scarlet, and her oft well put together demeanor falter "I- er- UGH just go!" She stumbled, turning away aggressively.

It was so easy to send her bleating like a little goat with just a few correctly placed words.

Simone breathing somewhat heavier than usual as she recovered blearily from the attack

"aight, well the doors open" Victoria flicked with a wink, sticking in the wall next to her head

"Shut up.." she mumbled, her eyebrows firmly formed into a displeased, yet brittle look.

While her flirtatious companion whistled a jaunty tune, making her way over to the bath.

Victoria stepped into the shockingly clean bathroom, in contrast to the workshop, which wouldn't have been out of place in a wasteland.

The bath beckoned to her, warm and inviting, a symbol of cleanliness she wasn't accustomed to.

It seemed to desire nothing more than to strip the garnish off of her greasy, bumped skin.

Hesitating for a moment to confirm Simone was still rummaging around for shampoo (whatever that was) the lock on the door clicked

She reached down and carefully pulled off her crusty shirt, having been orange at one point, but crossed with a myriad of acquired stains overtime.

It wasn't often she got the chance to bathe, so it was almost surprising to see skin under the cloth.

A layer of dirt seperated her freckled skin from the surrounding air, an invisible sheen of filth.

The spots dotted her whole body, congregating in speciality along her shoulders and face.

Simone told her she thought freckles were pretty once, so she noticed them pointedly everytime she saw her reflection, little reminders.

As if each one had Simone's toxically adorable lil face peeking out from the darkness.

Victoria sighed faintly, a small shake to the exhale, now this was her least favorite part..

The lights themselves seemed to dim with her mood, sputtering out pathetically.

Simone felt miles away, the sounds of her shoes and the click of her many belts.

Were almost entirely inaudible, like so many lost ambient sounds by the river.

She unclipped her horribly faded, ill fitting bra, and tossed it on the floor, gazing deeply into the mirror.

Really examining herself, searching details and flaws, looking for satisfaction with her appearance

"Are you happy with this?" Asked softly, to her own reflection, hoping she at least would have answers.

The words bounced off, rebounding to smack her in the face, she already knew the answer.

Victoria certainly looked the part, but would she be cast in this role, were it up to anyone else?

Her body seemed to look back in toe, what if she felt different later.. she'd already changed so much

Surely that's what was normal, but it didn't feel normal being a.. she didn't want to think it.

Steam partially obscured her form, but it couldn't hide her flat figure, where clothes could.

The void where her real chest should be, where it never was everytime she had to look.

It mocked her with a sneer, as if what was once present had been stolen, gone without a trace..

When she stopped distracting from her body, when the lights were hot and shining straight on it

Every inch of her skin felt like it didn't belong, the contradictions grafted on permanently.

She hated the way her shoulders stuck out in a wide strait, the way her personality, her real self, and her physical form, stood in contest.

But most of all she hated deceiving Simone, lying to her everyday with her very existence.

Would she be disappointed.. or worse, despise her for the one thing she couldn't control.

Her breath quickened, fuck why did she agree to this, crossing her arms to cover up her body.

Without even realizing it, tears had sprung from her eyes, making a mad dash down her face.

Hastily wiping them away, she couldn't let her see,

This wasn't a time for gettin all emotional, she chuckled softly to herself, it spoke of no mirth

A laugh out of necessity, like so many of hers..

Knocking at the door suddenly shattered whatever glassy shell had formed around her, "Victoria?"

That voice of concern, crossed with stern worry, "Is everything okay?" Evidently she hadn't been as quiet as it seemed, "o-oh I'm fine Simmy it's nothin" spoken with a croak that told the truth.

A silence from the other side, "okay.. well, hurry up in there we should get started" but it was less of a scold, the inflection in her snappy voice quieter.

For a moment Victoria wanted to stop her, to pull her into the room and tell her everything,

Explain all the things that tempested violently within her soul, but she didn't say a word.

The door creeked, and squeaked, and slowly, the door shut, once again separating Victoria from the rest of the world, and more direly, from Simone

Soft footsteps traced the path away from the door, and Victoria sighed again, sniffing loudly in the way you can only do after having just cried.

Simone was right, carefully unbuttoning the rusty clasp on her jeans, all of which was caked in a healthy amount of mud and miscellaneous fluids.

She couldn't even remember where half of them had come from, more holes than fabric.

Sliding them down like so much unneeded heft, she didn't want to visualize what her lower half looked like, it was better to not even imagine.

An aliens infection tying her down, keeping her from being beautiful, as if she ever could be.

This thought stuck hard and cruel in her mind, a harsh truth that she wasn't.. who she wanted to be

Even supposing with all the correct pieces, she conceded to the reality that even then, she'd be a mud fence. A plain Jane, and worse, a beast.

A cognitive dissonance between how she felt, and how she existed, a splintering of her self.

she tries not to think about it. To imagine that underneath these rags, she really was..

But when it's staring right at her, it's all she can do.

And.. Simone was waiting on her, so she had no choice but to get over it for now, like always.

She finally finished undressing, refusing to resume eye contact with the mirror at all costs.

Dipping a toe in the water, she expected it to be hot, and was almost shocked by the lukewarmity

Slowly sinking into a sea, invisible fishes nipping at the lingering dead anxiety that clung to her.

Simone's chrome tub reached just about her midriff, obscuring enough to be comfortable.

She sat facing away from the door, to avoid any embarrassment on the shorter girls end.

And speaking of which, hidden behind a mound of various conditioners and detangler sprays.

Stumbled in said shorter girl, setting the heap down with a thwum lile it weighed a ton.

"Your hair is entirely incomprehensible so I decided to make my own mix," Victoria giggled idly at her companions unabashed geekiness infront of her.

Setting down a stool by the tub, Simone cracked her knuckles like her hair was a new project.

"Let's see what I'm workin with here" digging her previously ungloved hand into Victoria's hair.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken a proper bathe, and no falling in the lake did not count, as pointed out angrily by Simone.

It was rather calming to sit back, soaking into the soothing water while her friend went to work.

You would think the often violent tugging of her hair would bother her, but pain was pain

Plenty worse could be found when dealing with pieces of scrap metal floating in a stream.

"Girl I didn't think hair even grew this thick" she remarked, in genuine astonishment.

"I'm tellin ya you could sell this for wigs" Victoria snickered again, "hey maybe if it don't fall out first"

Simone looked down at the brush (she had already broken one in the time it took to type that last bit)

It was positively filled with locks of brown reddish hair, yet despite this her volume never wavered.

Maybe she should be doing her next science fair project on her, "for what it's worth it's real pretty"

She said, and Victoria could tell without even looking back that she was averting her gaze.

That deep maroon creeping its way back in.

"Awww well gosh ya are sweet ain'tcha" smiling and replying to herself "and for what it's worth you're real pretty yourself" waiting for the-

Squeak that escaped Simone's lips, uncontrollable and deeply amusing to Victoria, stammering for words "er- I- uh- I was talking about your hair dummy! not you in general! it's just a compliment girls say to each other! I wasn't hitting on-"

But here too she squeaked, it seemed once she started she couldn't stop, hitting another rock in the path and face planting in that adorable way.

Continuously gasping for the right answer she didn't notice Victoria turn around to face her,

And still she didn't stop, totally consumed by her own overblown flustered bashfulness.

Victoria examined her face, scanned for any details she could've possibly missed on any previous look

The way her eyebrows upturned when she was nervous or felt out of place, the specific color that filled her face whenever she caught herself saying something flirtatious, or hit with one from Victoria

How she seemed to talk out of the side of her mouth, how her few freckles sparkled in the light.

It was something she didn't always appreciate, and had never verbally expressed, but maybe, she'd..

As a few lone bubbles disconnected from their colonies, floating along the wind like fireflies .

Catching the stray light and fractaling it out into a rainbow, trapped personally in this room for them.

The, now far less dusty, girl leaned in slowly.. the air seeming much thicker than it had just before..

And planted a kiss on the silly girls cheek, one that didn't leave a mark, but which both could clearly tell where it was left without having to look.

The impact of which was nearly enough to send Simone rocketing back several feet..

Neither of the two spoke for what could've been a few seconds or the rest of their lives.

For a horrible second Victoria considered apologizing for the action and hastily taking it back

Her heart sinking sickeningly, the prospect of this being what ended things played out before her.

She herself wrapping up in a silent cocoon of unspoken feelings, unable to find an easy way out.

Just as Simone ripped through her miasma of fear, with a reciprocated kiss dabbed on her cheek.

Both of them caught in deers headlights, staring at each other, before bursting into laughter.

A fit of mirth that splashed the water in the tub and clanged the many instruments Simone held.

Wirh stupid grins plastered to match it on both their faces, gosh were they both a little silly.

"You know you're real adorable when you're off stammerin like an idiot" nudged Victoria,

Elbows on the edge of the tub, "tch, you were the one bein all lovey dovey!" Retorted Simone

"Really I'm surprised I could even stand after, with your breath" she hissed back in a vipers strike

grinning like a moron "well you just got some on ya, so might wanna wipe your mouth off Simmy"

A musical little trill to her remark, "bah, well in any case we still need to finish.. all of this"

Lifting up and letting Victorias overly thick hair smack against the rim of the tub wetly.

"Not my fault ya take forever slowpoke" she shot back, narrowly dodging with "if you took even the slightest care of your hair we wouldn't be here!"

"Well chop chop we ain't got all day hm" To which she received a hard *THWAP* square to the head.

With the sound it made it was a wonder she had the ability to string words together as it was.

"Ah! Oww hey warn a girl first eh?" Simone spun Victoria back around wordlessly,

And she went to work, occasionally cutting where the hair was far too matted to save.

With the two avidly bickering, bantering back and forth over the sound of comb on hair.

"I think you're beautiful yknow" Simone said, in a quiet tone, like she was telling a secret

Not pausing in her brushing and herding of the unruly hair, seemingly resistant to grooming.

Victoria didn't say anything for a little while, letting the moment hang, as if scared of popping it.

"I know" she said, heralding a front of nonchalance that had always been firm and unwavering.

The pair were silent, reveling in the now passed moments, their hearts racketing in their ears.

Part 1 of 1 END! Now Wasn't That Cute! Seems The Two Idiots Don't Hate Each Other That Much Haha

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scotianostra · 10 months

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On July 16th 1882 thirty-one Shetland "sixerns", with a total of 105 crewmen were lost in a storm. The event is still remembered as "The Bad Day".

This post covers three Shetland fishing tragedies over a 68 year period, it ended the centuries old tradition of Haff fishing in small six manned bots in the open waters of the North Atlantic around Shetland. Two of these tragedies happened in July, the third in December, however I have decided to post about the three in the one post.

There were between 300 and 500 sixareens or sixerns in Shetland. The Haaf fishing proved to be a hard life for these boats and they only tended to last 5 or 6 years. When they finished their lives as a fishing vessel some ended up being used as a flit boat for moving livestock, peats and other goods between islands or from ship to shore. The sixareens may eventually have ended up as the roof of shed or outbuilding. Nothing was ever wasted in Shetland, especially if it was wooden!

The men would travel up between 20 and 40 miles offshore. As the men were dealing with a prevailing wind, they could usually only sail in one direction. They were always happier if they could row out with a relatively light boat and sail back with a heavy load of fish!

When they reached the fishing grounds, the fishermen would barely be in sight of the highest hills in Shetland. They would have sea all around them.

Haaf fishing was very dangerous due to the unpredictable nature of the weather far out at sea. However, when you look at the numbers of men that fished and the length of time that they fished for, the actual disasters are relatively few.

On 16th July 1832 31 Shetland “sixareens” and a total of 105 crewmen were lost in a storm. The event is still remembered as “The Bad Day”. A London Distress Fund was set up and raised the sum of £3000. The money was raised for the dependants of the crofter-fishermen lost. The crew of one boat in 1832, did manage a lucky escape from the storm as they were picked up by a passing American sloop. However, the Captain of the American vessel refused to alter his course to Philadelphia and so, despite passing close to Orkney, the survivors had to cross the Atlantic and endure a further six months away from home before returning.

During another storm on 20th July 1881, hurricane force winds caught the fishermen by surprise. The boats that tried to come home were mostly capsized or swamped, but those that stayed at their lines for the most part survived. In all ten boats foundered and 58 Haaf fishermen lost their lives. They left behind 34 widows and 85 orphans. Six of these boats and 36 of the men were from the fishing station at Gloup in North Yell. It was a tragic loss for a small community.

On the morning of 21st December 1900, boats from Firth, Mossbank and Toft set off for the winter haddock fishing. They were some 32 kilometres (20 miles) away, between the Horse of Burravpoe and Snap, when they were caught in a sudden and severe gale from the north-west. Many were lost during the storm which came on in the space of five minutes. The fleet were scattered. One made it to Whalsay, Skerries and Lunning but the rest were lost.

22 men were drowned, leaving 15 widows (5 of whom were pregnant), and 51 children. Firth was hit the hardest. Many of the men were great fishermen and the disaster devastated the Delting fishing industry, which never recovered. The women continued to work the crofts. Children grew up and moved away, leading to a rapid decline in population.

The plight of the families left destitute led to a lot of publicity in local and national press. The Delting Disaster Fund was set up to help those affected and it was one of Queen Victoria’s last public acts to appeal for support.

These major fishing disasters signalled the beginning of the end for Haaf fishing. The herring fishery in the 1880s and the Crofter’s Act of 1886, which put an end to the truck system, were two more nails in its coffin.

Larger safer boats were introduced and undecked sixareens were replaced by fully decked smacks. Fishermen could finally install a few home comforts. However, when the steam trawler was introduced, longlining in large sailing boats couldn’t compete economically. Haaf fishing stopped quite quickly at this point.

There are few sixareens left in Shetland. There are a couple of replicas and bits and pieces lying around here and there. At the Shetland Museum and Archives there’s a replica sixareen called the Vaila Mae. She sails regularly in Lerwick Harbour and you can even get a trip on her during Shetland Boat Week!

One of the only surviving sixareens from the past can be seen in the Shetland Museum, see pic teo, . She was built as the Foula mail boat, which fished for a little while and then ended up as a flit boat for shifting peats. She didn’t spend much of her life as a fishing sixareen.

You can find memorials all over Shetland to those lost at sea.

#Scotland #scottish #northern isles #shetland #fishing tragedy #history

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sophietv · 1 year

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Don't Blame Me (Analysis)

This one is JUICY!

The song has religious theme and sound like a gospel choir. Also you may see the resemblancce with Hozier Take Me To Church. Letting us believe that she is confessing something unholy.

CHORUS:

Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

So she is asking to not blame her because love made her crazy. Referencing to her lover as drug, something illicit that may be judge by people. VERSE 1:

I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and Toyin' with them older guys Just playthings for me to use Something happened for the first time, in The darkest little paradise Shakin, pacin', I just need you

Line 1 to 3:

She saying that her past relationships were meaningless for her. Comparing them to toys and playthings. Meaning that she used them for something (bearding), but had no real feelings for them.

Line 4 to 6:

She is comparing her relationship now and saying that for the first time she has real feelings for a person and that she needs this person. Shaking, pacing, like someone in whitdrawal. Comparing this love to a drug like in the chorus.

PRE CHORUS 1:

For you, I would cross the line I would waste my time I would lose my mind They say, "She's gone too far this time"

She is saying that she is ready to do a lot of sacrifice to preserve this love: Cross the line, waste her time, loose her mind. She is discribing this love as something that might make her cross a certain line.

This is interesting, especially when you try to see wich line she could cross with a rookie actor that most people don't know...

She is saying that people are saying that she has gone too far this time. Wich makes us wonder, who is saying that? It would make sense coming from her management that are scared that she might ruin her public image with this relationship.

Again. How can she go too far with an unkown rookie actor?

VERSE 2:

My name is whatever you decide And I'm just gonna call you mine I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby) Echoes (echoes) of your name inside my mind Halo, hiding my obsessionI once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy

Line 1 and 2:

This line means that her muse can call her as she wants. Since they want to keep their relation private, it would make sense that the muse cannot call her by her name when talking about her in public. But. Throwback to their trip to Big Sur. There is a picture of Karlie writing Karlie loves Taylr in the sand. Mispelling her name. This line might also refers to that.

She is saying that since she cannot call her muse by her name in her music, she is gonna call her hers instead...

Line 3 and 4:

She is stating again that this love is making her do crazy things. But that's ok as long as she is her baby.

The second line is saying that her name is in echoe in her head from always thinking about her.

Line 5:

An halo refers again to something celestial.

But if we think back to when they first met. An angel has an halo.

And they met at the Victoria Secret fashion show, where Karlie was an Angel...

Line 6:

She refers to herself as poison Ivy a plant that causes a rash if you get too close to it.

But now she is saying that she's changed and is now her daisy:

Daisies represent innocence, and so it's the perfect flower for the honeymoon stage of a relationship when you haven't delivered any real conflicts or issues so far.

Also in their road trip to Big Sur, Karlie was photographed a lot with a daisy in her hair. In an instagram post, she posted a picture of a daisy on the dashboard and tagged Taylor as the daisy. Quoting: Best. road trip. ever. In the lyrics booklet, Taylor draw the same daisy on top of this lyric...

PRE CHORUS 2:

And baby, for you, I (I) would (would) fall from grace Just (just) to (to) touch your face If (if) you (you) walk away I'd beg you on my knees to stay

Line 1 and 2: She is saying that she is ready to fall from grace, only to be able to touch her muse's face.

Wich has two meanings:

lose favor or a position of power or honor.

(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favor into sin

Again, how, while in a relationship with an unknow actor could she loose her honor and/or descend into sin, for just touchnig his face?

Line 3 and 4:

She is saying that she is desperate for this relationship to work. And that if her muse were to leave, she was ready to beg her on her knees to stay with her.

BRIDGE:

I get so high, oh Every time you're, every time you're lovin' me You're lovin' me Trip of my life, oh Every time you're, every time you're touchin' me You're touchin' me

Line 1 to 3:

Again comparing this love to a drug that is addictive but also as a certain illicit aspect.

Line 4 to 6:

Another comparaison to drugs.

Although we can argue that she is referencing her trip to Big Sur and Karlie's instagram post.

#big sur #reputation #kaylor #gaylor #i'm your daisy #my name is wathever you decide

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