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fandxmslxt69 · 10 months

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Lesson Not Learnt

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

Warnings: Loki he's a warning. SMUT SMUT SMUT LIKE FILTHY SMUT. Swearing, a lot of sex, like a lot lot, um...oral (m and f receiving), praise a LOT of degradation (dont look at me like that) umm. Literally just. Smut okay disgusting filthy stuff

A/N: So this took well over a month to finish (wayyy more) and I don't know if I like it because its umm definitely a lot? TO BE FAIR I took like weeks worth of sexual frustration and dumped it all out here so :/ It in fact did go off script and I just..went a little crazy ngl. it's definitely a lot. But :D umm oh!! I'm gonna tag whoever seemed interested in the snippet I posted like a million years ago but PLEASE DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO READ <3

-Clem

Synopsis: Despite how many times Loki told you to behave yourself before this party, you couldn't help causing a little bit of trouble. (or, alternatively, friendly flirting with Matt causes Loki to flip out and fuck you to heaven and back)

Word count: 3.9k (omfg...)

MINORS DNI BEYOND THIS POINT

Tied to the bed, legs spread wide open.

Hours of merciless torture.

Or hours of endless pleasure and pain.

Your mind spiralled with image after image, each worse than the last. You could barely focus on the task at hand, the actual setting up to the big finale.

You knew it was wrong.

You knew how risky it was to tick him off. You knew it would only be your downfall. But Loki always made that punishment too sweet for you to stay away from.

You stood at the bar, fingers tapping on your thigh. It was one of those big Avengers nights, tonight you were all treated to Tony’s nice collection of drinks, and a loud party.

You had every intention of behaving for the night. You could still hear Loki’s whisper as his hands moved up your thighs and under your skirt, be good tonight, and maybe you’ll get a reward hm?

Your legs squeezed together at the memory. But you knew he knew that as soon as you walked downstairs you’d do everything not to behave like he asked.

So there you were, shamelessly flirting with one of Natasha’s old friends- Matt. He was attractive, no one could deny that, and he went along with you perfectly, every move well placed. They did always say he was too aware of his surroundings.

He took a sip of his drink, smirking slightly. “I think everyone in this party can feel the jealousy oozing off of him,” You shrugged. “Good. Means we’re doing it right, aren’t we?” “Hm. You know I came here with every intention not to die tonight,” You chuckled. “You won’t, he wouldn’t do that,” He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” You paused. “....Well.” “Mhm, I pro-” “Murdock.” Loki’s cold voice sliced right through the conversation. He looked collected, but you swore you saw a storm growing in those gorgeous eyes. You felt him move behind you, his body caging around your smaller frame, arm rested and leaning against the bar.

You kept your eyes trained on your hands in your lap.

“I believe this is my girlfriend you’re talking to, no?” “Laufeyson,” Matt took another drink. “What can I say, the conversation was interesting,” “And here I thought you were a respectable man,” Loki tsked. “But I must say, it did look very interesting.” He leaned down, lips grazing your ear. “Were you keeping Mr. Murdock quite entertained, pet?” Your breath caught in your throat. “I-..um.” Matt hummed quietly, a laugh clearly starting to build up inside of him. “I think I’ll..be going now. Enjoy the rest of your night folks,” There was definitely something in his tone there. You threw a sharp glare at him as he walked away.

It’s silent between you and Loki for a second, before he grabs you by the arm tightly, pulling you out of your seat. “Let’s go.” He said firmly.

You frowned as he started walking, and with how tall and quick he was, you felt like you were going to trip and face-plant. “Slow down. Go where?” “We’re going before you get yourself into any more trouble,” He gritted out as you walked down the hallway. You were heading to his room!! “Trouble?” You scoffed. “I wasn’t even in trouble,”

Instantly, he pushed you against the wall, his hands planted on either side of your head, his body so close, his face was merely inches from yours, and the fury in his eyes sent shivers down your spine. “Oh? Is that so, pet?” He spat. “You think you aren’t in trouble? Not even after flirting so shamelessly with Murdock? Like a whore?”

You inhaled sharply, feeling your thin panties start to soak from his words. “It…it was friendly flirting. I was just making conversation,” “Don’t lie to me, darling. I know what friendly flirting looks like, and it was not that. You were getting nice and close, hm? Did you want him to know how much of a slut you are? Or were you just wanting to rile me up, hoping I’d swoop in to take you away and fuck you until you can’t even think anymore?”

You felt a blush creep up your body, his words shouldn’t be affecting you this much, but the way his voice dripped with anger and hints of lust, the way his grip tightened on your arm you were sure it might bruise. You felt pathetic, being so turned on by his words, it was marvellous how he’s studied you and memorised you so well he knows just what to say to get you in the right trap. “No I-” Before you could finish your sentence, he finally takes you to his room, practically throwing you at the bed and slamming the door shut. He points to a chair in the room. “Sit.” You sat up, the covers on the bed wrinkling under your touch. “What?” “Sit. Now. Are you too dumb to understand such simple commands? Will I need to repeat them as if I were talking to a dog?”

You quickly scrambled up, rushing and taking a seat in the chair without further arguments. This was a new side you’d never seen of him. You could feel your heartbeat pick up as Loki watched you with darkened eyes. Your nerves felt like they were vibrating inside of you, you couldn’t sit still even if you tried, the excitement was too much.

He sighed then, and started carefully unbuttoning his shirt. You sat up straighter, leaning in. He stops midway, before discarding his suit jacket and taking a seat on the bed, scooting to the back and dramatically laying on his back. You frowned, not sure where this was going until he slipped a hand into his pants. You let out a quiet gasp, leaning in forward to get a better look. You could see the outlines of him slowly stroking himself, and you could feel arousal pooling between your thighs. You watched in full attention, your body getting up on its own, eager to go over and please him yourself. “Stay in the chair.” Loki spoke, his voice laced in pleasure. He shot you a glare, before adding, “And no touching yourself,”

You felt something tighten in your lower stomach as you sat back down. “What? That’s not fair!” “Oh I think it’s very fair, darling. Especially after what you pulled downstairs,” “That’s different!” You grumbled, yet still moved back to the chair. “Mm…I don’t think it is,” He mumbled before getting lost in the moment, his hand moving faster under his pants as he leaned his head back and groaned. You felt like bursting into flames. He sounded so pretty and it was unfair that you weren’t pulling those noises from him yourself. “Loki,” You started, digging your nails into your thigh. “Please take off your pants Loki- I wanna see,” He groaned louder, his free hand gripping the sheets tightly. “I don’t know if you’ve been good enough for that,” You made a noise of protest. “Loki! Please, I asked nicely, didn't I?! I’m doing everything you’re asking!” He sighed, pulling his hand reluctantly out of his pants and quickly discarding his clothes before laying back down elegantly, naked and glorious. His hard cock stood to wide attention, the tip red and angry and so desperate for attention- attention you craved to give it. “Better, pet?” You nodded, eyes fixed on him. “Yeah…” You breathed out. You could see his lips curve into a smirk before his hand wrapped around his cock again, slowly gliding along it and pumping. He let out a shuddery breath, his eyes fluttering shut. You watched intently, your eyes never leaving his body for a second as you took in every detail, from the soft lines of his body to the small buck of his hips as he neared his climax.

You squirmed in your seat, trying to keep your pathetic whimpers at bay. He just looked so goddamn gorgeous, the way he looked blissful and caught in the moment. You couldn’t stop the question tumbling from your mouth, “Are you thinking of me when you’re touching yourself like that?”

He let out a near feral sound. “Fuck- yes. Always, you’re all I see. Every time, I just wish it was you on your knees, taking all of me in your mouth like a good slut. My good little slut.”

Fuuuck.

You shifted in your place, squeezing your thighs tightly together. You were absolutely positive the panties you wore right now were going to be thrown in the garbage by the end of the night. You whined. “Then let me help you! I’ll be a good slut, right? Please. I’ll be really good!” He chuckled, pausing to move to the edge of the bed and sit. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes shadowed with lust. “Mm, I bet you would, wouldn’t you?” “Yes!” You got up quickly, eager to get closer to him. “I would be really-” He didn’t let you finish your sentence, because midway through he snapped his fingers and cast an illusion- an illusion of you. It sat on its knees right between his thighs, and wasted no time to lean in and take Loki in its mouth with an obscene amount of noise. Loki groaned loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure.

You felt your mind just…shut down. You stood there in shock as you watched the scene unfold right before you. You stared, you couldn’t help it. It intrigued you, in a sense. Did he do this often? Whatever it was, the illusion was definitely professional with the way Loki was moaning. “Oh fuck-” You inched back slowly, sitting back down before your knees gave out. Everything ached. You ached to touch him, to feel him, to please him- you ached for his entire being to be pressed so close to you that you shared the same breath.

He pulled the illusion’s hair, wasting no time to start fucking her throat harshly. It was cruel, what he was doing. He knew just how desperate you get to please him and he enjoyed watching you squirm too much. He lasts a few minutes before his hips halt as he hits his climax, floating in bliss. He looked angelic, to say the least, his face flushed as he let out a sigh of content. The illusion melted away instantly, and Loki shifted back properly onto the bed, a look of fake pity on his face. “Tsk, poor pet. Are you feeling lonely?” You nodded, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. He tsked again. “Come here then,” You immediately shot to your feet, rushing over to his side without hesitation. “Sit, darling.” Not a request, not a question, simply a demand. An order, one you were more than happy to obey. You quickly took off your dress, slipped out of your soaked panties and bra. You got onto the bed, carefully hovering over him. “Go ahead, darling,” He grabbed your waist tightly, letting you lower yourself onto him at your own pace. He knows you have limits, but the way you were dripping wet, it didn’t take long before he was flush inside of you. He ran a hand up along your thigh, humming as he watched you with a lustful gaze. “Such a good girl, hm? Think you deserve some fun now?”

You nodded, feeling the burn of the stretch fade into pleasure. He squeezed your hips gently, slowly helping you find a good starting pace. You should’ve been a little suspicious for letting you out of trouble so easily, but you couldn’t find the energy to care right now, you just needed more. You tried picking up your own pace, to ride him faster but naturally, Loki wasn’t done with you. He held you tightly in place, a pathetic look of sympathy on his face. “Oh no, I don’t think so,” “What?!” You punched his chest lightly. “Loki please-” “No, darling. You don’t get to go around flirting with other people and expect me to be nice to you after. You should’ve known better,” “Lokiii,” You whined. “It was a joke! You know I didn’t mean it!” “But do I?” He thrust his hips up lazily. “A joke, hm? You wanted me to get upset?” You shook your head, trying to move your hips but his grip on you wasn’t letting up. “No, I don't believe that. I think you wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to get all angry so I could fuck you senseless? To play with you like the dumb toy you are?” He groaned, feeling you clench around him at his words. He couldn’t keep this self control act up. “Fuck- why don’t you show me how sorry you are, hm? You wanted to be a useless whore, show me how good you are then.” He loosened his grip on your hips, giving you the freedom to ride him. You quickly take control of the freedom, eager to feel the slow climb of pleasure, but all there was were few sparks that light and blow out almost immediately. You could feel frustration start to bubble up inside of you as Loki lazily thrust up into you every now and then. He was making no effort to help, and you felt ready to crawl out of your own skin. “Loki,” You groaned. “It’s not working,” “So?” He looked infuriating, smirking up at you with blown out eyes and a light flush on his cheeks. What. An. Ass. “I need help! Please-” “Oh no,” he chuckled. “You can keep going,” You whined. “Loki! It’ll take ages, I’ll give up right now,” The sound he made was damn near a growl as his hands tightened on your hips. “You are in no position to make threats, pet. You misbehaved, now you deal with the consequences. Argue again and it’ll be much worse,” You grumbled, but the threat sent a shiver through you. “Sir please,” His grip suddenly turned bruising, his eyes wide in an almost feral need. “Oh? You’re using sir now, are you?” You nodded quickly, trying to build up to your high again. “Y-yeah...thought you liked it?” “You’re right,” He started as one of his hands drifted lower, flicking a teasing finger over your clit. You were so desperate the slight action alone ripped a moan out of you. “I do. But I also know you’re only saying it to look like a good girl,” You choked out a cry, needing another touch so badly you’d start crying for it. Not that he’d have anything against the idea of you in tears for him… “I’m not! Loki p-please please I need you so bad please sir-” You blabbered.

He can’t resist you, he’s never been able to, so you supposed it was why he gave in so quickly. He snapped his hips up to meet yours, sending a shockwave of pleasure rippling through you.

You moaned, digging your nails into his chest. “Th-thank you sir,” You managed to choke out. He makes a sound of disapproval as he holds you down in place, fucking into you at an unforgiving pace. You moaned loudly, feeling the knot of pleasure intensify in your stomach as he hit deeper and deeper. He took one hand off your waist, reaching in between your bodies and pressing down harshly on your clit. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to wash over you in mind blowing waves. “Loki! F-fuck Loki-” You moaned louder, breathing heavily as he pushed you through your high and pushed through his. You were sure that the people through the halls could hear from how loud Loki was, but he sounded so pretty, muttering sweet nothings to you, you couldn’t be bothered to care. He flipped you over, pinning your hands above your head with one hand as the other gripped your waist, his hips relentless as they smacked into you over and over again.

You withered under him, tears welling up in your eyes from the intensity. You leaned up a little, pressing your lips tightly to his to drown out your cries. He eagerly kisses you back, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He pulled away after a bit to catch his breath, his lips with a light bruise on them. “You’re doing so well, princess. Such a good little whore,” He said before kissing you again, letting go of your wrists to wrap his hand around your throat.

This was definitely your fucktoy moment.

He was just using as he pleased, taking and taking until he was satisfied. He picked you up and flipped you around, forcing you on your hands and knees. He’s still got one hand around your neck as the other one palms your ass as he continued to fuck you roughly. You had lost track of everything. Everything but the feel of his skin touching yours, his heavy ragged breathing, and how wonderful it felt to have him buried so deeply inside of you. All you could think of was how the pleasure was blending with a pain that was absolutely delicious.

You could tell he was close from the way his thrusts started getting a little sloppy, and his breathing ragged as his hands roamed across your body, trailing messy kisses down your back. You moaned loudly, pressing yourself back against him as you felt the pit of your stomach tighten, the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your arms wobble, threatening to give out from your exhaustion. He groaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, keeping you in place as he reached his own release, his hips stilling as he came with a shuddered gasp. He breathed heavily, pulling you from your hips to sit up and press your back against him. Your bodies were slick in sweat, chests heaving. You could feel your mind slowly grow hazy from the pleasure- it always happened with Loki. He knew how to work your body better than you could’ve ever thought possible, and only after a few rounds you felt your mind slip into the cloudy haze of pleasure and float in clouds of joy as he kept having his way.

You had thought today might be different, perhaps he’d deny you that calming bliss- but it seemed just the excitement from his show earlier and this was enough to send you flying.

He pressed wet kisses on your shoulder, his lips trailing up your neck as he sucked and bit lightly, leaving small love marks littered across your shoulders.

“Loki-...” Your breath hitched when his lips kissed over your pulse. His tongue dragged over the skin loosely before he started sucking on the spot. You knew there’d be a dark bruise there in the morning. “Loki…” You started again but your words dissolved into a mumble of confusion and frankly, a bit of hurt when he lifted you off of him. You felt empty without him in you, and it was a feeling you did not enjoy. He laid you gently on the bed, leaving your legs spread open for him as he hovered over you. “Shhh,” He pressed a kiss to your jaw, another under your ear, one on your cheek, another messy and quick at the corner of your mouth. His messy hair tickled your face, but all of that was lost when you felt his finger slowly rubbing your clit. You gasped, your head falling back on his shoulder. “Loki-” “Shhh, pet. I know you can give me another. You can, can’t you? Such a good girl, you’ll let me pull one more out of you, yes?” His skilled finger pressed on your bundle of nerves, sending an electric shock of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned, torn between moving away from him or begging him for more. You felt like you were going to explode- he was both too close and too far. You wanted more, but your body wanted to shy away from his touch, the sensitivity making your whole body tremble. He lowered his face, kissing down your body as his fingers continued their work. His lips left soft kisses on your quivering thighs before starting to suck on your clit. A cry fell from your lips and your hands flew to fist his hair, tugging at it as the feel of his fingers and tongue became overwhelming. You couldn’t think of anything but the growing feeling of pleasure pooling at the pit of your stomach, and the god before you as he wasted no efforts to continue devouring you, the sinful squelching sounds making your brain go haywire. Your eyes pricked with tears, your pussy feeling too sensitive from his relentless attacks. It’s pathetic how quickly you came again, and as he slowly worked you through your high, you knew for a fact you would not be able to do anything tomorrow but stay in bed and sleep. You felt completely and utterly wasted and used and you felt a bit of relief trickle in when Loki finally pulled away from your aching cunt, a satisfied smile on his lips.

He leaned in and kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his lips. You were both breathless when he pulled away, and if you had the energy you’d reach up and run a hand through his hair, working on detangling every strand. You hummed happily, feeling your mind drifting dangerously close to the edges of sleep. “Mm,” Loki kissed you again. “My precious girl. You did so good darling, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we? C’mon, up you go,” You chuckled lightly, feeling your eyelids get heavy. “Loki-..I literally can’t even move my finger,” He laughed, and you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Did I tire you out too much?” “Yes,” You mumbled. “I’m not getting up,” “Very well,” You felt the bed shift, and suddenly it felt cold without him near. “Loki come back,” You got no answer. You yawned, your eyes drifting open and close with every passing second. When he did finally come back, you were but a step away from blissful rest. You heard him chuckle, and you frowned deeply but refused to open your eyes.

“That tired, hm? Well, at least you learnt your lesson,” He got back in bed, carefully cleaning you up the best he could. With a snap of his fingers, the dirty bedsheets were replaced with fresh, warm new ones, and you almost wept in joy as your body melted completely into the mattress. You rolled yourself up in the blanket, burying your face in the pillow. “Lesson not learnt,” You yawned loudly. “Good night,”

He laughed again, and what a blessed thing that it was the last sound you heard as you fell asleep, feeling his arms wrap around you and pull you into him.

Despite how upset he might have been at your little joke, or how exhausted you felt, you both knew it wouldn’t be the last time you played dirty for his attention.

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httpiastri · 5 months

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devil in disguise – cn21

clement got into a fight.

genre: angsty??

pairing: female reader x boyfriend!clement novalak

warnings: mentions of blood, alcohol, fighting. basically describing an anxiety/panic attack so stay away if that might trigger you!

requested?: no

author's note: two pieces of writing in one day? who am i??? 😵 jk jk, this has just been sitting in my drafts for so long (since halloween-) and i just got tired of not posting it, so i just wrote an ending and here we are. welp. not super happy with this one, esp not the end, and im not sure how accurately i described the panic/anxiety (like. i just experience, i don't remember it after it happens. 😐), but i hope u enjoy!!

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"i can't believe you, clem."

the anger is still bubbling inside of you, yet your actions tell a different story. you've got one of his hands in yours, pressing an ice pack against the back of it gently to hopefully stop some of the swelling and bleeding.

"hey, baby-"

"no, don't you 'baby' me right now. bloody hell, what were you thinking?!"

to say that clement's halloween party had been a failure would be an understatement. you aren't exactly an avid party-goer, most often preferring to stay at home with a good book or a favorite show playing on the tv. in fact, you couldn't even recall when you last attended a party before this one. but, knowing that you're a big fan of halloween, clement invited you to his theme party. your boyfriend had promised to stay by your side and make sure you were comfortable, knowing how you sometimes get intimidated by large crowds, and it all went smoothly for most of the night. until it didn't anymore.

it all happened so quickly. one moment, there was a hand on your waist – one you assumed belonged to your boyfriend – and you leaned into his touch. the next, the hand was ripped off you and you spun around to see what was going on. and then, all you could see was clement's fist flying towards the stranger's face.

silence washed over the apartment momentarily, only to soon be shattered as screams and the thuds of fists against skin consumed the room.

but to you, it all went quiet. it felt like the world slowed down, and you were stuck watching as your boyfriend punched some dude you'd never seen before. you couldn't move, frozen in place as more people started getting involved, pulling the two apart or throwing punches of their own.

you felt yet another hand land on your shoulder, but this time it belonged to marcus. he pulled you back, away from the commotion, tucking your face into his chest to hide you from the ongoing fight. your lungs felt tight, your vision growing blurry.

the crowd scattered moments later, everyone but clement's closest friends leaving hurriedly. marcus guided you to the bedroom, ensuring that you weren't panicking completely before going out again to help out.

your relationship with clement is still relatively new, and you're both experimenting to find your dynamics and get to know each other. you know that you have a lot to learn about him – you just never thought that this was what was hiding behind his cheerful exterior.

clement's apartment is completely empty by now, with scattered plastic cups filling the floor and the pop music turned off. you make it out of his room once you know the coast is clear, tiptoeing into the living room to find him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. his knuckles are still bleeding, just like a few bruises on his face.

"i wasn't thinking, i guess," he mumbles, eyes strictly focused down on his lap. he leans back slightly against the couch cushions. "i know you're too innocent for these kinds of things... i shouldn't have told you to come here in the first place."

you shake your head lightly, removing the ice pack and instead reaching for the box of wound cleansing wipes you'd gotten from his bathroom. "it's my own fault for asking if i could come."

clement smiles as he looks at you. he's come to learn how soft-spoken, shy, and timid you are; how you have a way of calming those around you. it's one of the many things making him fall for you. he's never been with anyone like you before, and it's different in such a refreshing way. "don't be sorry," he hums. "you had no idea what was going to happen."

"does this happen often?" you ask, beginning to rub a wipe against the bruises on his knuckles. "do you get into a lot of fights at parties?"

he pauses for a moment. "well... stuff like this does happen at times." he sighs. "i know it's bad, but... sometimes, you can't control it. i'm just sorry you got caught in the middle of it." your wipe is quickly filled up with dried blood and other dirt, and when you bend over to the couch table to put it away, clement's free hand reaches your hip. his gaze is on you when you lean back, his hand giving you a quick squeeze as a slight grin makes its way onto his lips. "do you find it attractive?" he raises his eyebrows teasingly. "having a guy who knows how to throw a punch?"

"honestly?" your eyes meet his for a quick moment before you stare at his wounded hand again. your voice is lower than before when you start speaking again. "you're... it's a bit... scary..."

clement is shocked. he hasn't realized the effect this has on you – surely, he understands that you could be afraid of a fight, but being scared of him? it breaks his heart. the novelty of your relationship makes him a bit unsure of how to act around you, but he's worked so hard to build up your trust and to make you feel comfortable around him. to have it all be broken down in just one night makes his heart drop.

"oh, love..." he says. "you have nothing to fear. you mean too much to me," his hand moves from your hip to your cheek. "and i would never ever lay a finger on you."

you can't find it in yourself to look at him or say anything, but you manage to nod your head and take a breath before you start cleaning his hand again. he leans forward to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, your skin heating up where his lips had touched you. he smiles at you – until he looks down at your hands again.

"hey, you're shaking." a frown reaches his face, eyes flickering up and down between your hands and your face.

"oh, i am?" you ask, trying to focus on continuing to wipe his knuckles so you don't have to think too much about your feelings and the reality of the situation. "i didn't realize..."

"darling, you need to relax. it's been a long night." his hands wrap around yours, thumbs grazing over the skin of the back of your hands. "you don't need to clean my hands, i'll be fine."

"but-"

"no buts. i'm sorry for..." he stops for a moment, eyes studying you closely. "hey hey hey, you need to breathe properly. take a deep breath."

you hear his words, but you can't do what he tells you to do. your throat feels like it's closing up and your breaths get shorter as your head grows dizzy. it's all a downward spiral; your anxiety increases when you can't breathe, and breathing gets even more challenging as you get more stressed.

clement almost panics himself when he sees your state, but he must stay calm for you at this moment. he places a hand right below your collarbone while you shut your eyes. "big breaths, lift my hand," he says, voice low and tone soothing. his other hand reaches for the back of your neck, tilting your head back slightly to free your airways.

you concentrate on his touch, your short breaths through your nose only making your chest rise slightly. his thumb strokes the side of your neck as he breathes with you, demonstrating and guiding you in the hope you'll copy him.

"good girl," he whispers. his hand lifts and lowers with your breaths, quickly at first but the speed decreases as you calm down bit for bit. "you're doing so good. just a little more now..."

your thoughts are still clouded with anxiety but as more oxygen enters your system, your body relaxes a little. you focus on your breathing as clement's hand leaves your chest and moves down to your side again, moving up and down your ribs. the tears have been rolling down your cheeks for a while, though you haven't noticed until now, and the coldness of the tears brings you back to reality somehow, and you realize;

you're crying in front of clement for the first time ever.

you feel so exposed, naked, vulnerable. sobs begin to escape past your lips once you lean forward to hide your face in the crook of his neck, and he wraps his arms around you. "hey, it's okay," he starts. "everything is going to be okay. i'm here."

he presses a soft peck to your temple as a hand strokes the back of your head. your hair is still bundled up in your fancy hairdo but the halo headband you'd worn for the party is removed, the rest of your cute little white outfit covered up by the oversized hoodie you'd picked up from clement's bedroom floor. his devil's horns, ironic, are a bit crooked but still clipped to his locks.

"sweets, what happened here?" he asks, shuffling around to pull you onto his lap so that it's easier for you to hug him.

your head is still buried in his skin, his mild scent soothing as you sniffle. "i- i-" you groan at the way you aren't able to get any proper words out, the frustration blending with the panic and mixing into one big soup of despair. "i don't know-"

he rubs up and down your back, sighing. "okay, we don't need to talk about this right now. but," clement leans back slightly, taking your face into his hands and tilting your head up towards his. "if my fighting affects you like this, i'll stop it." his eyes are staring straight into your soul, and it feels like he's trying to prove that he really means his words. "you're the most important thing for me right now, i'm not going to lose you over something like this."

clement is shocked by not only his own words, but also his feelings. the two of you haven't been a couple for a long time, and yet, his heart aches at the mere thought of you ever feeling this bad again. he knows he can't let this happen again.

"i promise you that. okay?"

you nod, unable to get any words out, but it's more than enough for clement. he gives your forehead a kiss, and one on your nose, and one on both of your cheeks. then, he makes sure to press a quick one to your mouth so it doesn't feel jealous.

"how about this," he starts and you raise your eyebrows. "i go make us some tea, we drink it, and then we go get some sleep. how does that sound?"

"perfect."

he picks you up and puts you down on the sofa, tucking you in with a blanket before giving you one last peck and disappearing into the kitchen. you can hear his soft humming of a song you'd danced to earlier today, and you relax into the soft cushions.

clement's awareness of his actions, along with his promise to get better, makes a sense of calm wash over you; you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out alright after all.

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clemswinecorner-socials · 10 months

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monaco, baby [cn, jmc]

Maybe not your usual relationship, but still a good one ;)

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Monaco

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yourusername oh monaco, oh monaco tagged clementnovalak, juanmanuel, alice.blows

posted june 15th, 2023

randomfan this looks so fun to be a part of how do i have this friendgroup

yourusername they were 10 for 1 on ebay

fanacc the hats 😭😭😭 paris_armstrong im kind of jealous and i really miss youuuuuu we should go back soon !! jamesharveyblair whose that cutie on the 4th slide😍😍

yourusername my girlfriend x 😚😚 jamesharveyblair is the other one single? juanmanuel idk is he🤨

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London, UK

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yourusername lover era🤭

posted june 23rd, 2023

gpetecof i know some guys must be jealous 😂😂 marcusarmstrong gross

yourusername oh you wanted some kisses too?

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y/ndefender if she's happy just let her be omg

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yourusername anyone need a drink?🥂 tagged clementnovalak, juanmanuel, yourbestfriend

posted july 10th, 2023

jamesharveyblair yes🍸 formula2fan i keep getting more confused on who she's dating each post randomfan i would sell my sister to be there with them omg marcusarmstrong una tequila per favore clementnovalak what a bunch of 🔙🦴🔙🦴🔙🦴

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yourusername wag life with james tagged juanmanuel, clementnovalak, jamesharveyblair

posted july 23rd, 2023

fanacc dream life yourbestie so when are you taking me 🤨🤨

yourusername literally next week you know this

juanmanuel slay! someotherfan "this is my boyfriend clem. this is clems boyfriend james" jamesharveyblair wag life = best life

yourusername so true!

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yourusername some cameraroll selfies tagged yourfriend, juanmanuel, clementnovalak, jamesharveyblair

posted august 2nd, 2023

f2fan that selfie of juan!! asking for a friend how do i also get those yourfriend how cute!! fannumbertres clem is a mood😭 anotherfan how do i get this camera roll

yourusername walmarts lost and found section yourusername Marcus at whole foods though so you could also try there if you'd prefer someone like him

clementnovalak i deffo wasn't asleep in that picture😐😐

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Monaco

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yourusername what happened in monaco definitely did not stay in monaco ;)

posted august 13th, 2023

randomacc is it me or is she kissing different guys f2fan ok that is deffo clem🫠🫠 jamesharveyblair as if monaco was the first time it happened

yourusername you can shut up now x

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posted september 30th, 2023

yourusername alternate caption was definitely 'my boyfriend and his boyfriend who is also my boyfriend' jamesharveyblair i reaaaally though marcus was going to spill this one

yourusername honestly shoutout to rory he's the reason that didnt happen

juanmanuel is your boyfriend single? fanoff2 omg wtf this what i mean slay but wtf??????? clementnovalak my loves 💞💞 otherfan y/n really said 1 f2 driver isn't enough i want both

yourusername it's ocasionally beneficial

yourusername to clear this up, yes i'm dating juan and clem and yes they are also dating each other. if you only have hate to comment just leave because we love and know it works, and your opinion doesn't really matter.

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stemms · 1 month

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Me and @haunted-here came up with a Protege AU featuring two c!Tommys and one c!Dream, entitled CD AU. Initially, there was only Reverie — Dream’s obedient protege, Dream himself, and Punz. But one day, while Reverie was patiently waiting for his owner’s return, he was visited by Clem — a much more mentally stable version of Tommy from the post-prison arc. Dream was a time traveler, which is why he recognised Clem and didn’t hesitate to use his memories against the boy every time he got the chance to (e.g. the time he made potato soup using Techno’s recipe, and then taunted Clem about his understandably uncomfortable reaction).

During the visit, Clem couldn’t help but feel deeply concerned about Reverie’s conditioned responses, constant stuttering and trembling, as well as his unhealthy physical state (more precisely, his white streaks, eye bags, trembling hands as if their nerves had been severely damaged, and his tattered clothes). Unlike Clem, Reverie felt no resentment towards Dream — only adoration and unyielding devotion, causing them to excuse every single action of his. Clem desperately attempted to convince the boy that it was never his fault, he didn’t deserve to be hurt, and Dream was only making up excuses to keep hurting him. At first, it didn’t seem to work at all, but eventually, it caused Reverie to start doubting Dream’s intentions. That’s when the man returned, and he was far from pleased with their visitor, to say the least…

After a brief exchange, Dream found himself growing impatient with Clem’s presence, eager to bid him farewell and return home with Reverie. However, his little protege managed to convince him to let Clem stay. Dream feigned dissatisfaction with his little brother’s plea, but accepted it instantly, curious to see what it’d lead to. Upon witnessing the mix of terror and discomfort on the boy’s face, Clem regretted it immediately but agreed to stay anyway because he wished to be there for the little him, and potentially help him escape in the future. Dream forced Clem to empty his inventory, just like during the boy’s exile, and the trio headed towards Dream’s cabin. On their way home, the man’s demeanour towards Reverie turned notably colder, shattering the boy’s spirit and driving him to entertain suicidal thoughts once again. Luckily, Clem noticed his frustration and attempted to comfort him for the first time in his life.

Upon reaching Dream’s cabin, things took an unexpected turn as the newcomer’s defiance frustrated the admin enough to punish him already. However, it wasn’t going to be the typical punishment the boy remembered from exile — this time, Dream forced Reverie to deliver it. Before the punishment, Dream had already fractured Clem’s hand, so the punishment consisted of breaking his other hand with the blunt side of the axe. When the punishment was successfully finished, Dream left the boys to chat in Reverie’s room, while he was busy cooking.

During their break, Clem and Reverie had an emotional conversation about the punishment — Reverie was deeply sorry and believed that he didn’t deserve his friend’s forgiveness, but Clem reassured him that it wasn’t his fault because he didn’t want it to happen, it was Dream’s idea. Upon calming down, the boys braided each other’s hair to feel better, and suddenly, Reverie recalled Punz’s approaching visit and came up with a fun prank, consisting of dressing in identical clothes and pretending to be the same person to confuse both Dream and Punz.

Upon meeting the boys, Punz was rather perplexed, to say the least, as he remembered only one Tommy. However, upon seeing Dream’s unimpressed and somewhat irritated reaction, he teased him, “What, you can’t tell them apart?” At first, the admin tried to ignore their antics, already knowing which Tommy was his, but soon enough, he lost his patience and grabbed Clem’s freshly bruised hand harshly, eliciting a pained whimper, and addressing Punz, “This one is Clem, and our Reverie is right here.”

When the dinner was over, Dream had a little surprise for the boys — two green butterfly earrings with GPS trackers. Initially, they were destined for Reverie alone, but since Clem joined their family too, the admin decided that it’d be only fair if the boys shared the gift. Dream did have a piercing needle, but he preferred to use a piercing gun instead, just to elicit more pain. Upon finishing piercing the boys’ ears and putting the earrings on them, the man welded them into their skin to ensure that they didn’t ever lose them, whether accidentally or not. Yet, as Reverie watched Dream ruffle Clem’s hair condescendingly and speak to him with such disrespect as if he were a pet, he felt genuine anger for the first time in so long — it was evident to everyone in the room, but he desperately tried to prevent himself from lashing out at Dream… for now, at least. Both of them have been through too much pain for just one day, after all. However, when the boys were finally alone in their room, Reverie couldn’t take it anymore and lashed out, accusing Dream of hurting his friend and treating him like a pet. Unfortunately for him, the man was still standing behind the door, and listening carefully to every bitter word escaping his mouth…

The next day, Dream was unnaturally calm and kind, which only heightened the boys’ panic and desperate attempts to avoid more pain. Despite the man’s peaceful attitude, Reverie didn’t forget his fury, he was only trying to suppress it as much as possible. Yet, at the sight of Dream ruffling Clem’s hair with the familiar condescension of yesterday and taunting him, his protege couldn’t take it anymore, so he lashed out and physically attacked Dream by digging his nails into the man’s hands and striking him in the chest. Unfortunately for him, the man caught his wrists in the middle of the third blow, and pushed him to the ground, pinning his chest with his knee. Upon telling him just how much he fucked up, Dream pulled Reverie to his feet, and dragged him to the torture chamber. Reverie was forced to sit on the chair, as his fingers were crushed in the thumbscrew one by one — every finger being a punishment for every time he had disobeyed the man (which even included the things Reverie said about Dream last night behind his back), while Clem had to watch... At the end of the punishment, the blond was asked to guess the reason for crushing the next finger — if he guessed right, it’d be the last finger, if not, two more to go. His answer ended up being incorrect.

These are all significant events that have happened so far, since it's a pretty new RP/AU, but we’ll keep writing lore update posts from time to time, so expect more soon!

Also, as a little side note, we came up with duo/trio names that you may see on our blogs:

Torturetrio: Dream, Clem, and Reverie

Cdcdduo: Clem and Reverie

Gappletrio: Punz, Clem, and Reverie

Rattortureduo: Dream and Punz

Pinnedbutterflyduo: Dream and Reverie

Bloodorangeduo: Dream and Clem

#my c!prime thoughts #dream smp #dsmp #c!primeboys #primeboys (derogatory)#c!discduo #discduo #dsmp au #dsmp rp #c!tommy #c!dream #cd au #tw abuse #tw torture #tw obsessive behaviour #tw possessive behaviour #tw stockholm syndrome #tw conditioning

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echoweaver · 4 months

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Like a bunch of others have said, I have been nervous about making a simblr gratitude post because I'll almost certainly leave someone out, and that hurts. I guess I'll start with the disclaimer:

I read everyone I follow. I can't read every post, but I don't keep anyone on my dash who I haven't made a conscious decision to put there. If you've seen a like or a comment from me, I'm reading you, and I'm doing it because I like what you post.

And I appreciate a lot of simblrs I don't follow too. I've had to choose not to follow several who I'd like to follow, simply because of the above -- I read the folks I follow, and I can't let my follow list get too big for me to handle.

I also have a long list of story tags I follow specifically for stories that have a chronology that matters. I use XKit Rewritten on my browser to keep a list of unread posts by tag so that I don't miss posts from long-running stories.

OK, that said, and in no particular order...

@anamoon63 I have enjoyed the heck out of Alan Wilson's wild life. You're one of the reasons I'm poking at TS4 now. I also have gotten attached to Dale Cho and Kelly. They have so much personality.

@treason-and-plot I was intimidated by the complexity of your story for quite a while before I really started to dig in, but I couldn't stay away. You have so many characters! And so many plot threads! And they all weave together into a tangle of personalities that feel all too real.

@kimmiessimmies I'm still just getting to know your characters, but they're so vivid. As I've said in the comments, I really appreciate that Sadie and her entourage are mostly emotionally mature people who are working through their problems in reasonable ways. Characters don't have to be shallow or dumb to find themselves in drama, but it's a challenge to write mature ones.

@bearphase I got sucked in by Clem. Orange has got to be one of, if not the most challenging NSB generation, and you aced it. I've been invested ever since.

@rebouks You sucked a character all the way to rock bottom, and then he climbed out with hope and integrity and took everyone nearby out with him. I'm still not sure how you made such a dark story so warm and friendly.

@zosa95 I always smile when your characters show up on my dash. You're a warm presence in the community and a good storyteller. And your screenshots somehow manage to be extra endearing.

@greenplumbboblover I've never seen someone try to tell a soap opera of all of Sunset Valley. I'm getting a fresh look at characters who almost never get the spotlight. It's so much fun.

@mosneakers What can I say? I'd snatch Coraleye away from her boy if I had a chance.

@danjaley I can only imagine the kind of work that goes into the McCarrics. Reading their story makes me feel like a fly on the wall of real moments of a Scottish landed farmer's life. I've also snatched up a lot of your cc for my own projects.

@declaration-of-dramas You have such a beautifully staged historical setting, and your characters are so wild. I miss Lady Prilly, but this new story you're telling in San Pineda has already caught me.

@natolesims Your NSB has so much personality. Grey is a lot of fun. I hope we'll see Tiana soon. Ella's story really gripped me, and Tiana's was shaping up to be just as intense. Plus, your Disney simalikes are spot on.

@oasislandingresident You're a big reason why I discovered I like longer lifespans! I fell into the all-to-common trap of assuming everything had to be generational. You can discover very different stories when you give sims more space to live.

@pudding-parade You make some of the prettiest sims I have ever seen. I've downloaded about half a dozen worlds from your world reviews, and I'm not even sure what I'm going to do with them.

@queeniecook I can't wait to meet Vera and Caleb's baby. You've got us all in suspense. Your story is such a fun combination of adventure, intrigue, and domesticity. Also, so many pregnancy photo shoots. 😆

@nocturnalazure Last on this list but not least, I think your story is the first one I found on tumblr that I became a passionate fan of. I honestly think in another universe it would be a great TV adventure drama. I jump whenever I see something new on the tteot tag. Thanks for the story.

Thanks to everyone, and to the folks I've forgotten and will feel guilty about later. 😅

#echoweaver #sims #simblr gratitude day

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illiana-mystery · 2 months

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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been as active on this blog or writing as frequently like I have in the past. Life has been a bit rough for me this year. But I'll leave it at that.

I am working on some stuff in the background, but for now, here's the first chapter of a fic I had on hiatus for a while.

Hope you enjoy! Happy reading! Oh and I will post this and a chapter 2 to my AO3 later. 😉

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Eye of the Beholder

Plot: After a rough performance filled with jeering and insults, you (Beatriz) are hesitant to get back on stage. However, you know the show must go on lest the circus you work for lose money. Luckily, the Ringleader of the circus (and your secret crush), Clem Hoatley, comes to your trailer to talk it out with you. And he also brings you roses and compliments you. Does that mean that he likes you too? Guess you'll see soon.

SFW, Plus Size Reader, Friends to Lovers, Crushes, Hurt and Comfort, Body Positivity, Mild Bullying, Budding Love, Protective Lover

Taglist: @ghnaim24 , @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky , @iobsessoverfictionalmen , @emily-ella-nightshade89 , @goodoldcharley , @writingkitten , @dreamlikedesires

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The joyous sound of innocent child-like laughter and orchestral music invaded the trailer you now sat in.

It was quite the contrast to your melancholy and sense of dread, but still quite nice to hear. Although the tears still ran down your face.

You knew it shouldn't have effected you like it did, but yet it had a stranglehold on your psyche.

Yesterday was just a shitshow of a performance for you and it lingered in your mind as you prepared for your performance today.

The crowd was just nasty and rude, making fun of your ailment instead of just enjoying your uniqueness and talent like before. You never had that type of response, so it hurt even more.

But you couldn't help that you were overweight and had a full beard.

You had a condition.

A condition that was incurable.

And since joining the circus, you were more accepted and felt better about your condition.

You thought you escaped ridicule when you ran away from home at the dawn of your adulthood, but alas, it was back.

Back with a vengeance.

Your tears fell even more as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

For once in your adult life, you felt ugly in your own skin.

You couldn't help but notice how discolored your skin was, how plump your stomach was, and all of the cellulite that was exposed from the leotard and leggings you wore to perform.

You felt nautious just from glancing at your unflattering body, but tried to ignore it while brushing your hair with the antique brush that once belonged to your deceased mother.

Your beautiful, healthy, skinny mother.

Your mother that never struggled with her weight and looks. You envied her, even beyond the grave. And that just made you even more sad.

That was until you heard a knock on your door. You jumped, afraid of who was on the other side of the door.

You only had two friends at the circus, after all.

Those friends being Electra, the Electrified Lady, and Clem, the Ringleader.

And unbeknownst to you, at the time, it was Clem that was at the door.

The older man, that you had a massive crush on, was more than concerned about you. He saw how hurt you were after last night's performance. And he finally had the courage to tell you that you didn't have to perform tonight if you weren't comfortable.

The last thing he wanted was for you to get more hurt.

Sure, he would be losing money, but your feelings were more important to him than that. And if he had to host more geek shows to make up the lost revenue, he happily would.

"Beatriz, it's me, Clem," he softly said. "Can I come in?"

You blushed, and quickly replied,

"Yes, please come in. The door's unlocked."

The Ringleader came in immediately after he was granted entry, with a dozen roses clutched in his wrinkled hand. He was more than excited to give them to you, hinting that he really liked you.

But you were more than oblivious, despite how sweet Clem always was towards you. He always complimented you and gave you little gifts. You just thought he was being nice, but were still more than appreciative of his kindness.

And you didn't even notice him staring at you while you were still brushing your hair to put it up into a ponytail.

He had to stop himself from licking his lips as he gazed at your voluptuous body.

Every flaw you hated about you, he loved.

He really loved.

You were absolutely gorgeous to him.

He always liked his women bigger and your beard was quite charming to him. If anything, it highlighted your cheekbones and eyes.

But he didn't want to come on too strong, afraid that you would reject him for being an old geezer. So he approached you as a friend, even with his romantic gift of roses.

"Sorry," you apologized after you realized you were basically ignoring him while fixing your hair.

Slowly, you turned around and noticed him sitting on the chair nearby while the roses were on his lap. He only smiled at you before you sat down on the chair next to him.

"Are those for me?" you curiously asked.

"Yes," he said before he handed them to you. "You deserve them. You are my best performer after all."

"Thank you for the roses. I appreciate it. But you don't mean what you said," you scoffed. "I mean Electra is much better and actually attractive unlike me."

Clem made a face when you said that. He really didn't like you putting yourself down.

"Why? Because she's skinny?" he asked. "There's nothing wrong with you, Beatriz. There's nothing wrong with having more meat on your bones."

"I beg to differ," you moaned, turning away from him.

"That's actually why I came to check on you," he suddenly said. "I was afraid that you let those horrible people make you feel bad about your condition."

"No, they didn't make me feel bad. They just made me realize that I'm ugly and always will be."

"That's not true," he declared, as he took her hand. "That's not true at all, Beatriz. And you know that. There's nothing wrong with you."

"Clem, you don't have to lie to me," you insisted. "I appreciate your kindness, but you don't have to be untruthful to spare my feelings."

You started to cry again after that, breaking Clem's heart even more. He really did hate seeing you like this, but he knew a good way to comfort you.

That being all the love and affection he could muster in his cold, old heart.

So after swallowing his pride, he hugged you tight as your head fell against the cotton of his shirt and the flax thread of his left suspender.

His body felt warm and comforting too, which made you feel a little better. He had never hugged you before, so you did enjoy this little moment of weakness in his case.

"Clem, why are you doing this?"

"Because I care about you, kid," he said in his more assertive tone. "And because I care about you, I wanted to let you know that you don't have to perform tonight if you don't want to."

You shook a bit in shock, before looking up at him with wild, bewildered eyes.

"What? No, Clem. I have to."

"No, no you don't. You don't have to perform if you're not feeling up to it."

"I'll be fine, Clem. I can't just not perform. We'll lose money."

"I can host more geek shows if I need to," he insisted. "My chicken guy can supply me more chickens for that freak of nature if need be."

"I'm fine," you insisted while wiping your tears. "I just needed to let it out."

"Beatriz, you are in no shape to perform tonight. What if the crowd this time is just as bad or worse? I can't bear seeing you worse than this."

"I'll manage. I don't want to inconvenience you, Clem. I owe you for letting me live and work here anyway. You didn't have to do that for me."

"You're right. I didn't," he agreed after moving a loose strand of hair from your face. "But I'm glad I did. I'm very proud of you. You aren't that shy young woman any more and your performances have only gotten better."

"Thanks, Clem," you said with a noticeable blush on your cheeks. "You're much too kind to me."

"I'm not kind enough, honestly," he said with a visible blush on his cheeks too. "But if you insist on going out tonight, then I suggest you ignore any ignoramus that wants to insult you. Half of those chumps don't even know about real beauty. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Never forget that."

"Wow, that's very profound, Clem."

"Thanks," he said with a snicker. "Now, would you give me the honor of escorting you to the big top? The show's starting soon."

"Sure. I would love that."

He smiled, before he took a rose out of the bouquet and put it on your hair.

"I think that accentuates you cute outfit more," he cooed, making you giggle.

"Oh, thank you."

"Ready now," he asked, extending his hand out.

"Yep, I'm ready."

"Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls, feast your eyes on the greatest wonder in this world," Clem dramatically said as the spotlight hit you where you sat in the middle of the big top.

"Here before you today is a woman like no other. A woman with the strength of 60 men, the aerodynamics of a hawk, and the grace of a swan. Please put your hands together for the voluptuous vixen herself, Beatrix the Bearded Lady!"

On que, you got up and smiled at Clem before you began your performance. Like normal, you began with an intensive interpretive dance, purposely exerting your body to both stretch and impress.

After the warm up, you began to do the "aerodynamic stunts" you were known for. Stunts that involved jumping from high heights, basic acrobatics, and lifting heavy objects.

You did it all flawlessly, and luckily tonight the crowd was much nicer and very entertained. You even got a standing ovation.

You bowed reverently at the audience, before peeking over at Clem.

His face was deep red as a big smile appeared. He was so happy to see you content and treated right by the audience.

It absolutely tickled him pink.

So you smiled and waved at him, before going behind the curtain to cool off. Gently, you sat down before a voice rang in your ears.

“Beatriz!” the voice called out. You turned around to find the voice, only to see your other friend making her way over to you.

“Electra!” you chirped before the brunette woman hugged you as tight as she could.

Immediately, you noticed she was in her usual tight electricity-proof rubber suit while her long hair was tied up in a bun. Her makeup was also on point like usual.

“Bea, you were amazing out there! I'm so glad you decided to perform today. I hoped you didn't let those fools get you down.”

“Thanks, Elle,” you started. "But I did let the fools get to me. Clem made me feel better when he checked on me earlier, though.”

“I should have known Clem helped you out,” she said with a smirk before looking over at the Ringleader.

He had just announced their fire eater, Ian aka Fuego, to the stage so he was off to the side.

Curiously, his eyes moved to the open part of the curtain just so he could see you again. But instead, his eyes caught Electra’s.

He embarrassingly blushed and then went back to watching Ian.

“What do you mean?” you asked her.

“Oh, Bea, is it not obvious?” she softly asked.

“Is what obvious?”

“That Clem has feelings for you.”

“No, he doesn't like me. I like him,” you admitted. “Why would he like me? I'm not pretty like you.”

“Bea!” Electra scolded you. “Don't say that. You're gorgeous. Beard and all. Just because you're different, it doesn't mean you're ugly. Besides, Clem admires your uniqueness. I know this to be true. He only dates circus performers. I've known him a little longer than you have. Even with other performers he's liked, he's never been as charming and sweet to them as he has been to you. You really melted his cold heart.”

You blushed.

“You think so?”

“I know so. You'll see soon enough. I'm rooting for you two though. You would be cute.”

“That was Fuego the Fire-Eater,” Clem announced to the roaring crowd. His assistants came out soon after to set up Electra’s set as he began to introduce her, “Now feast your eyes on this…”

“That's my que. I'll see you after I'm done, Bea,” she said to you before hugging you again.

“Break a leg!” you yelled to her.

“Thanks, I will,” she replied back, smiling at you before she met Clem in the middle of the big top.

“Welcome Electra, the Electrified Lady!” Clem cheered. You watched as your friend bowed before the applauding crowd and then took her seat on her set.

She was surrounded by coils and lightning rods like usual, and had her confident smile on as Clem’s assistants helped her with her performance.

And Clem excitedly narrated everything, getting the crowd even more hyped as her performance went on.

However, you did notice him subtly looking over at you as you were watching your friend. He would smile and wink at you when he was in between narrations.

It made you blush, but you just acted like it didn't mean anything.

Sure you trusted Electra, but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

Her performance lasted another five minutes before she met you backstage again.

You hugged her as soon as you could reach her before congratulating her on another stellar performance.

“Aww, thanks Bea. It was nothing,” she insisted. “It's the same routine. I wish I could switch it up some more.”

“Maybe I can help?” you suggested.

“Sure. I wouldn't mind the help. But let's worry about that tomorrow. I'm tired and hungry,” she replied before asking, “Want to go back to my trailer? I can get Roger to go into town to get us some food.”

“That sounds amazing,” you responded. “Let's go.”

The two of you walked out of the big top performer entrance with your arms linked together. You both were gossiping about your coworkers and giggling in between as you made your way to the trailer.

The moon was high, the wind was calm, and you had not a care in the world.

You finally felt at peace with yourself again.

That was until you heard hurried footsteps behind you.

Both you and Electra were alarmed by it but before you could look behind you, you felt a sharp pain in your back above your leotard.

Your shaky hands moved over to the pain and your fingers picked at the mush of a tomato.

A tomato that now stained the back of your leotard.

“Eat your vegetables, fatty!” one of the assailants jeered at you.

It wasn't even a clever remark, but it still enraged you. Swiftly you turned around to face him, only to be hit with another tomato.

Electra was frozen in confusion at the attack, so she could do nothing before the three teens started to pelt you with more tomatoes.

You screamed and tried to grab Electra and run away but they were faster.

“You really think you're wanted?” one of them asked.

“Why does that weird old man even keep you around? You're more of a freak than that geek,” another insulted.

Clem heard the commotion when it first started, but had to wait for the next performers to come out.

Once the acrobats started, he told one of his assistants to take over for a minute before he went to see what was going on.

He followed your and Electra's screams for help until he found the teenagers trapping you two in the corner of an alley.

Slowly he approached behind them, grabbing the wrist of the main antagonist before he could throw again.

He paused in fear of the sensation of the wrinkled hand tightening around his wrist. And the other two gulped as they looked Clem dead in the eyes.

The older man knew these hooligans all too well and was quite feared by the three.

He had hoped that they weren't behind the attack, but he also wasn't surprised.

They were the ones that started the crowds jeering and snarling at you the night before.

“Oh, hi Mr. Hoately,” the main boy said, fear deep in his voice.

Clem hissed at him before asking,

“You didn't torment my friend enough yesterday?!”

“Well, no sir…we were just playing a game…”

“Don't look like any game I've ever seen. And it doesn't seem like my performers are having fun playing this game either.”

“Oh that's just…”

“Save it, Matthias,” he snarled before he snatched the tomato from him and tightened his grip around his wrist.

“Oww, Mr. Hoatley, you're hurting me.”

“Oh, it's just a little bruising you'll get. Nothing too serious,” he teased. “Now beat it before I call the Sheriff and your parents. And I better not catch any of you on the premises of my circus again.”

He let go of his wrist after before they all fearfully ran away from the scene.

You were crying again by the time Clem reached you to comfort you. Electra was trying to calm you down first, but then relented once Clem put his arms around you.

“You alright, Beatriz?” he softly asked.

“I am now. Thank you for saving us.”

“Of course,” he happily said. “I care about you girls.”

Electra warmly smiled at the Ringleader, before saying,

“I'm sorry I didn't do more, Clem. It's just you told us not to fight the patrons and I panicked and…”

“It's okay, Electra. Those boys won't be bothering you two again. Also you were allowed to fight them if you had to. The Sheriff would have taken our side. Our circus brings a lot of revenue to this town.”

“I'll remember that,” she softly said.

“There, there, Beatriz. I won't let go until you want me to,” he assured as you kept crying into his shirt.

“Clem, they were insulting her again,” Electra told him.

“Right. Well it doesn't matter what three snot-nosed kids think. They wouldn't know true beauty if it hit them in the nose.”

“I couldn't agree more,” she responded.

“Beatriz, there's something I've been meaning to ask you,” Clem suddenly said after.

“Yes?” you asked, raising your head to meet his eyes.

“Would you like to accompany me to dinner tomorrow night…say around 9?”

Your heart started beating fast when he asked that.

Did he just ask you out on a date?

You couldn't believe it. Was this a dream? It had to be a dream, right?

“Clem, are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing. I like you a lot, Bea. I just had to find the courage to ask. And I think right now is the best time.”

The biggest smile appeared on your face before you looked over at Electra who was also excited for you.

“Well, what do you say? It would make this old man very happy if you said yes.”

“Oh, Clem. Yes, I'll go out with you tomorrow night,” you happily said before you hugged him again and kissed his cheek.

He blushed after you kissed his cheek, before he kissed yours.

“I'm so glad you said yes,” he chirped. “You're the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time.”

You blushed.

“Thanks, Clem. I'll see you then.”

“See you then,” he said after he let you go. “I have to go back to the big top, but Roger will be around if you need anything. You girls have a good rest of your evening.”

“Thanks, Clem. We will,” you chirped before he left you two alone.

You both screamed in delight after, just giddy that it finally happened.

Electra was right.

He did like you.

He always liked you.

“I told you he liked you,” Electra teased as you began your walk to the trailer again.

“I know. I should have listened.”

“It's okay,” she gently said. “Trust me. I know what it's like to doubt my self worth and esteem too. But Clem's right. You're a beautiful woman who deserves happiness and love. And I think Clem is willing to provide that for you.”

“I think so too. But I don't know what I'm gonna wear.”

“How about this…you help me with my routine changes and I'll help doll you up for your date. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good. Now let's stop at your trailer first so you can change. And I'll take your leotard and clean it. I have a trick to get these tomato stains out that my mother taught me.”

“Okay. And thanks. You're a life saver.”

“Of course. What are friends for? Also we need to flag down Roger. I'm getting hungry.”

“Same,” you replied before you both started giggling.

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Stay tuned for Chapter 2 where Beatriz and Clem go on their first date to Clem's favorite diner. It's gonna be a lot of fluff and some smut. 😉😊

#happy reading #this has been a long time coming #i've been meaning to give clem a fic #because i love this carny #hope you like it #clem hoately #nightmare alley #nightmare alley (2021)#fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #body postivity #plus size reader #circuscore #circus performer #circus fic #reader fic #bearded lady #willem dafoe

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n3tb0t · 9 months

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(AUTHORS NOTE) Hey, sorry for not posting in a bit. Family stuff came up. But I'll finsh this soon, I promise.

(This song reminds me of Kenny for some reason)

CHAPTER 2, ‘A Dose Of Family Blood’ WIPPP!!!!

The group is in Kenny's truck, which sputters to a stop.

“Well, this is as far as we’re going.” Kenny exclaimed with a short sigh. “Then it’s far enough.” Lee commented. Everyone gets out of the truck and walks down the street. Lee briefly stops in front of his family's pharmacy. “Look!” Duck yelled while his pointer finger aimed at what appeared to be a person near a car in the distance. Kenny waves his arms in the air to try to get their attention. “Hey there! You friendly? Truck’s run out of gas.”

The person, which we amused was, appeared to be a walker, eating a dead survivor. “Fuck!” Kenny yelled as many walkers started approaching the group, surrounding them. “We’re trapped!” Katjaa said with panic. Frera screams as a walker knocks her over and tries to attack her. “No, no!” Frera screamed.

Someone shoots the walker, who collapses on Frera. Frera, now covered in walker blood, returns to the group and is hugged by her family. The woman who saved Frera, continues to shoot the walkers that surrounded the group. Another survivor stands at the entrance of the pharmacy. “Run!” The man yelled. The woman fires a few more shots at the walkers and everyone runs into the building behind the young man. He closes and padlocks the metal gate in front of the building and joins the others inside as the walkers pound on the gate.

Inside the pharmacy there are three additional survivors. “We can’t take risks like this!” “And we can’t just let people die, either.” “When I say ‘that door stays shut no matter what’ I fucking mean it. We don’t know who these people are; they could be dangerous!” The other woman yelled. “Worse, they could’ve led ‘em right to us!” The old man spated. “Where the hell is your humanity?! They would’ve died out there!” The woman that had saved us, deffends us again. “Then we let ‘em!” “We have kids with us.” Lee said, thinking that it would change their minds. “I see one little girl and one little boy..”

Clementine holds Lee’s hand and looks up at him.

“What is it?” Lee asked. “I… I have to pee.” Lee was about to reply to Clementine but the people talked over his words. “I'd go out there again in a second.” “I bet you would. You’re a dumb, careless kid.” The one woman shot back at the younger man. “I would too!” replied the reporter lady. “In a minute, Clem.” Lee finally replied. Clementine lets go of Lee's hand. “They’ve got kids Lilly.” “Those things outside don’t care.” Lilly said, pointing her finger at the door. “Maybe you should go join ‘em then. You’ll have something in common!” Kenny commented, while shoving his pointer finger in her face. “Goddamn it, Lilly, you have to control these people!”

“Carley and Glenn just ran out there!” “I don’t give a flying fuck! We’re in a warzone!” While everyone is pointing and yelling at each other, Clementine sneakily approaches the bathroom. “She’s not wrong. They took a risk.” Lee said, backing up Lilly. “Yes, we did.” “And we appreciate it. Now let’s settle down.” Lee replied in a thankful and calm tone.

Lilly noticed what Lee had said. “Holy shit.” Larry looks behind him. Frera is sitting on one of the chairs near the bar, with Katjaa and duck attending to her. “Son of a bitch, one of them is bitten!” “She wasn’t bitten.” Lee quickly defended. “Hell she wasn’t! We have to end this, now.” Larry hissed not believing Lee.

He walks over to Frera but Kenny stands in front of him, blocking his way. “Over my dead body.” “We’ll dig one hole.” Larry said almost butting heads with Kenny. “No!” Katjaa yelled. “I’m cleaning her up! There's no bite! He’s fine!” Katjaa hurriedly tries to wipe away the blood on Frera, searching for a bite. “Don’t you fucking people get it? We’ve already seen this happen. We let someone in with a bite stay and..- and we all end up bitten!” “Shut up!” Kenny yelled at the old man. “We gotta throw her out, or smash her head in!” “Kenny stop him!” Katjaa yelled pleading. Kenny stays in eye contact with Larry. “Lee, what do we do about this guy?” Lilly turned towards her dad. “Dad, it’s just a girl, it’s-” “Lilly, I’ll handle this.” Larry said, cutting Lilly's sentence. “But your heart, Dad. You need to calm down.” Lilly pleaded, resting her hand on her fathers shoulder.

Lee finally responds to Kenny. “We kick his ass.” Lee crosses his arms. “That’s what I’m thinking.” Kenny said, keeping his ground against Larry. “Everyone, chill the fuck out!” “Nobody is doing anything.” Lilly and Carley try to make everyone listen and calm down. “Shut up, Lilly” Larry yells at Lilly then turns his focus towards Carley. “And you, shut the fuck up.” Larry said with his finger in Carleys face. He turns back to the group that stood in front of him. “They will find us and they will get in here, and none of this will fucking matter. But right now we’re about to be trapped in here with one of those things.” “What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Kenny said with such anger in voice. “She’s bitten! That’s how you turn!” “She’s not bitten! Lee, stop this! It’s upsetting her!” Katjaa pleads, as she tries to cleans the walker blood that's all over Frera.

“Oh, I’m “upsetting” her?” Upsetting is getting eaten alive!” “Dad, we get it, it’s a big deal.” Larry turns his attention back to Lilly. “Do you? You’re not fucking acting like it!” “What if this was your daughter?”

Lee questions Larry, thinking that it would change his mind in this situation. “Never woulda happened. She’s not some snot-nosed toddler, okay? She’s United States Air Force.”

Kenny steps up in rage. “Oh, fuck you and her! I’m gonna kill him, Kat! Just worry about Frera and Duck.” Kenny yelled, with his face scrunched up, getting much closer to Larrys face by the second.

“Lee?” Clementine stands in front of the bathroom. “Yeah?” “There’s someone in there.” Clem says with worry. “It’s just locked. Keys behind the counter. Probably.” Lee rolls his eyes and shrugs, while Clem makes her way to the counter.

“Hey, I’m not the bad guy here, I’m just looking out for my daughter!” Larry tries to defend himself. “No, you’re just the guy arguing for killing a kid!” “She’s covered in muck! She’ll find the bite. Watch!” “she won’t.” “And if she does? The first thing she’ll do is sink her teeth into her mom’s face. Then once she’s dead, she’ll probably pounce on your little girl!” Larry says, pointing his finger at Lee. “She’ll turn fast and then they’ll be three. And that, girl, is the ball game.”

Katjaa moves quicker on removing the walker's blood off of Frera, trying to prove a point that she isn’t bitten. “She’s just a girl! I think we can handle him.” “A little girl?! She’ll be an uncontrollable man-eater!” “It’s not gonna happen!” Kenny shouted, defending like a shield for Katjaa, Frera and Duck. “It is and we’re tossing him out now!” Lee steps closer to Larry with anger in his veins. “No! You don’t touch that girl, you don’t touch anybody!” Lee snaps “I’ve got a little girl I’m trying to protect in here too. You want to get violent, you old fuck? Well, come on! You better have a plan to kill me, though, because it’s me, before anyone else in here!”

Clementine screams as the bathroom door opens, a walker emerges from it, trying to attack her. “Jesus!” “Clementine!” Lee tries to run over to her, but bumps into Lilly and falls to the ground, hitting his head.

His vision starts to go blurry, but he can vaguely see the walker Clementine. Lee quickly gets up, making a quick recovery, he runs over to Clementine, pulling away the walker from her. Lee pushes the walker down to the ground, but not strong enough. The walker gets up and attacks Lee, and he tries to push it away. “Ah, god, get off!” Lee's voice was replaced by heavy breaths, due to the walker pushing him down to the ground. Out of the air, the walker gets shot and falls to the floor. “Man..” Lee says, out of breath.

He slowly rises off of the floor. Carley lowers her gun. “You okay?” She asks, with worry in her voice. “Just great, thanks.” Walkers suddenly pound on the boarded up doors. “Uh… guys?” “Everybody down! Stay quiet!” Lilly whispers yells, as she hid behind a shelf, along with her father. Kenny and his family huddle together, Clementine hides behind Lee, while everyone else kneels down behind the shelves. “They’re gonna get in!” “shut up.”

Loud engines and gunfire are heard outside the drug store. “Is that the military?” Lee asks. “I don’t know.” Lilly replied to Lee. “Thank god for whatever it is.” Glenn replied with a sigh.

The nosies soon fade away. Larry gets up and marches across the room. Soon everyone follows Larry and leaves their hiding positions. “We almost died because of this bitch and her itchy trigger finger! That was stupid! That was-” Larry groans and grabs his chest, falling to the floor. “Dad!” “shit” Kenny whispered. Lilly runs over to Larry, who is lying on his side on the floor. “What's wrong with him?!” “It’s his heart!” “My pills…” Larry mumbles. “Um… Nitroglycerin pills?” Katjaa guessed. Lilly stands up. “Yes. We’re out. We’ve been trying to get into the pharmacy since we got here! Please, try to get in there!”

Lee stepped up. “There’s probably another entrance. Maybe through the office.” “How do you know that’s an office?” Asked Carley. Lee quickly made up an lie. “Educated guess.” Carley gave a weird look towards Lee, but Lilly quickly changed the subject. “It doesn't matter. We need nitroglycerin pills. Please get in there. I’ll keep an eye on my dad” “Everyone else should get comfy and look for anything useful. We could be in here a while.” Kenny commented while his family walked over to the food bar in the corner of the store.

“I’m starting to think this drugstore isn’t a permanent solution.” “You’re right, this ain’t exactly Fort Knox.” Kenny chimed in agreeing with Glenn. “What do you suggest?” Lee asked, looking at the men. “We need as much gas as possible so we can all get out of downtown Macon. Fast.” Lee nodded his head. “Agreed.” “Then I’ll head out and get gas. There’s a motel not too far from here, out towards the end of Peachtree. I’ll work my way towards it and then loop back, siphoning what I can.” Glenn exclaimed his plan. “You know your way around? Local?” questioned Lee. “Born and raised.” replied Glenn. “If you’re gonna do that, here’s a walkie-talkie if you get in a tight spot. Hopefully you won’t need it.” Lee hands off the radio to Glenn. “Cool.” “Clementine’s got the other one. Check in with her and get back here as soon as you can.”

Frera walks over quietly, scaring her Dad, Lee and Glenn a bit. “Christ Frera, what did I tell ya’ bout sneakin’ around like that?” Kenny gushed, in a slight tone. “Sorry..” “It’s alright Frera. Is there anything that you want?” Lee asked. Frera turned her focus towards Lee. “Could I go on the run with Glenn?” the kid asked hoping for a yes. “Uh.. if that's alright with your dad and mom.” Glenn propoused, looking at her dad looking for an answer from him. “It’s too dangerous for you, out there.” “but, I know how-” “no buts.” Frera huffs a bit in disappointment, wishing her father would let her go. “Don’t give me that attitude now, Fera.” Frera walks away with attitude and disappointment.

Kenny turns to Lilly. “And, you, what’s your name?” Lilly looks up at him while she is crouched down by her father. “It’s Lilly. My dad’s Larry.” “Keep a good eye on him. These boys will work on getting you your medicine.” Kenny said, reassuring Lilly and her Father. “That’s right.” “And you. You keep an eye in that front door. You’re our lookout.” “It’s Doug, you got it.” “And I’m Carley.” Carley takes a couple steps closer to them. “Okay, Carley, you’ll shift in with Doug when he needs it. For now, get some rest. You’re a good shot and I’d like to keep it that way.” Kenny exclaimed, while she nodded. “You got it, boss.” “Now get him those pills.”

Kenny stands next to Katjaa and Duck. Lilly remains kneeling in front of Larry, who is now propped up on the shelves behind him. Doug looks out the window near the entrance, keeping an eye on the walkers that get too close to the store. Carley works a radio, trying to turn it on. And Clementine holds her radio, waiting to hear anything from Glenn.

Lee walks up behind Carley, wondering what she's tinkering with. “You’re a pretty good shot.” “Well, you don’t fuck with a reporter, especially one that’s three days out from her last cup of coffee.” she joked. “What are you messing around with there?” Lee questions. “A radio. I can’t get it to work, though.” “Here, let me have a look” Lee picks up the radio and flips it over on its back side. He opens the battery door and discovers that it’s empty. “There are no batteries in this thing.” Lee cometed, while he set down the radio. “What now?” “You know that there are no batteries in that thing.” “Yeah, of course, I mean, Yeah.” Carley pauses for a moment. “No.” Lee lets out a tiny chuckle. “I can try to find some. Needs two.” “Thanks, I wouldn’t even really know what to look for.”

Lee walks away to talk to Doug. “Heard or seen anything?” “Nothing, lucky. Wanna step outside, have a look around?” Doug asked. “Ha, I’m not suicidal yet.” Lee commented, with an awkward chuckle. “No, the gate out there is closed. We can hang out in front of the store and be fine.” He explained. “Oh, huh… Eh, not right now..” “Alright, let me know if you want to.”

Lee walks away, making his way towards Kenny and his family, he overhears them talking. “We can’t let anything happen to Frera and Ducky.” “I know, hon.” “we just need to get back to Fort Lauderdale.” “We’ll do our damnedest.. Try to get some rest, hon.” Kenny says, trying to reassure her. “How can I with those things out there?” she exclaims. Kenny looks at her defeated, and tired.

“Hey, Lee. You really gave that old man hell.” “Yeah. We got pushed, you know?” “You don’t have to tell me; I was ready to tear the man’s head off.” he lets out a tiny chuckle. “Anyway, we, Kat and I, appreciate your support.” “Thank you, Lee” The married couple both thanked him. “How’s Frera doing?” Lee questions. “She’s okay, it was just shock.” the Norwegian woman responded. “We’re lucky as hell nobody got nabbed on the way in here.” “No kidding.” he mumbles. “How’s she doing?” Katjaa asked. “She’s good, I think.” Lee replies unsure, as he peaks back at Clementine. “She’s a tough one, right there.” “She’s just a little girl, Ken.” She reminded. “What were you sayin’, Lee, she spent days surviving on her own?” “That’s right.” “Not just any little girl can do that.” Kenny remarked.

“What’s the plan?” Lee questions. “hang tight, I suppose. Seems pretty dangerous out there, so we oughta wait for things to clear up.” The fisherman replied. “You said your family was from here in Macon?” “That’s right.” “Where are they? Should we go looking for them?” She asked in a worried tone. Lee sighs with sorrow and turns his focus on the ground. “They owned this place..” “I'm sorry.” Lee looks up at the woman. “Thank you.”

Kenny coughs to get Lee’s attention. “If you don’t mind, I Think my family and I are gonna rest for a bit. Let me know if that asshole over there takes a turn for the worse.” “You got it.”

Lee walks away doing as Kenny asked of him. He walks over to Lilly and her father to check up on things. “How’s he doing?” “I’m not sure I got your name.” Lilly questions, as she stands up, ignoring Lee’s own question. “It’s Lee.” She looks him up and down, before replying. “Lilly. My dad’s Larry. I was just doing what I had to earlier.” “Everyone was.” He retorted. “Now his heart’s acting up again, and I’m powerless to do anything.” she says, taking a double take on her father. “And that violence before, with my dad— that didn’t help.” she commented, turning back to Lee. “You’re from here?” he asks. “I work at Warner Robbins. The Air Force Base.” she replied. “Yeah, I know it. Pilot?” “Nah, just mechanical admin stuff. I deal with a bunch of shitheads and bureaucrats all day. Sometimes a plane, if I’m lucky. You?” “I work up at UGA.” he replies.

“Was anyone here when you guys got here?” Lee asks. “No, this place was pretty wrecked. We pulled a couple of bodies out of the office.” Lee shakes his head as his brows furrowed in sadness. “Are you okay?” Lee nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.” he replied, lying. He hoped that his parents had made it out, but no he knew that they didn’t make it. “Did you know anybody here?” She asks. “I’m sorry. We found an older couple in the office. Dad hauled them out in case they weren’t really dead.” Lee sighs. “I'm going to go sit with my dad.” Lee replied by humming.

He watches Lilly return to her father. He turned his gaze towards Clementine. She's sitting down on a box of canned food, looking down at the radio in her hand. “Hey, there.” Lee kneels down. “Hi.” She looks up from her radio. “Any word from Glenn?” Clementine shakes her head. “Nothing. Is he okay?” “Yeah, I think so. You’re doing a good job.” Lee's mouth turns into a crooked smile, in a reassuring way.

It quickly turned into awkward silence. “So… uh..” “Are you okay?” She asks, in a weary voice. “What? Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just, uhh.. I’m good.” “That’s good.” “Yeah, I think so. Being good is good. Despite the circumstances.” “Yep.” Clementine looks back down at her radio. “Can I get you anything?” “I’m okay. Maybe I’m a little hungry.” she commented, looking back at Lee. “I’ll find you something.”

Lee gets up from crouching, and starts walking around the room looking for something that Clementine could eat. While he’s looking for any kind of food, he finds some batteries for Carley’s radio, which she has been trying to work on for a while now. “This battery should fit the radio.” Lee drops the battery into Carley’s palm. “Great, thanks.” “And here’s another one.” He handed the last battery off to her. “Should be able to get it to work now. Thanks.” Lee nods his head, and walks away.

As he’s walking he catches an energy bar behind Carley, sitting alone on the shelf. He grabs it, and makes his way back to Clementine. “Here, Clem.” she looks up from her radio. “Thanks.” She reaches for the energy bar from Lee’s hand. “There's that office over there, you wanna help me look around?” Clementine nodded her head, accepting her journey into the office, with Lee.

Lee opens the office door and enters the room, with Clementine following him behind. The first thing that Lee notices the makeshift bed on the ground, covered in blood. “I can’t.. I can’t think about them in here.” he mumbles to himself. To the side of the bed is a picture frame. “There’s a photo over there.” he walks over to the photo that laid on the ground, and picks it up.

Lee stares at the photo in silence, letting his head drop in sorrow. He blames himself. He blames himself for not being there, and not being a good son, and brother. He takes the picture out of the frame. He looks at it for another moment, before ripping himself out of the photo. Lee drops the other half of the picture, before returning to what he was doing before.

Lee walks towards the only passage to the pharmacy. There is a tan desk and a wooden cane blocking the entry to the pharmacy. “I oughtta clear a path to opening that door.” He turns his direction towards Clementine. "Everyone out there seems alright to you?" She looks up at him. "Yeah. Well, maybe not the sick guy." "Yeah. We'll keep an eye on him." Lee said, side eyeing the door back into the main part of the Pharmacy.

"There was that in the bathroom. It tried to get me."

"I know." Lee turned his veiw back at Clem. "But you stopped it." "Yeah, I did." "Could you do that more?" She questions. "Well, I'm not gonna go looking for them." He replied. "I mean, get the dangerous ones." "I'm gonna try." "Good."

Lee walks back to the Barricade door, as he picks the wooden pallet that's blocking the door, a wooden cane falls out from behind it. Lee leans the pallet against the wall, nearby the door. He reached out for the cane that had fallen to the floor. "What's that?" Clementine asked. "This was my dad's cane. He'd zip around here on it from time to time."

#twdg lee #twdg duck #twdg oc #twdg kenny #twdg #twd x reader #wip #Spotify

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thebigshotman · 6 months

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Hello everyone! My Spamton fixation has returned in full force for no reason at all lol, but I’m not complaining, cause that means I have the urge to come back here and reply to things! If life doesn’t get in the way I will be on in a couple of days to get to everything, or maybe even later on tonight when I get home from college if I’m not too tired 😁

I’ve been thinking about doing a small little event here lately. Nothing huge again just yet like with NEO, I’m not going to tempt the fates again 😂 But I would like to do something a little different for a couple days! I have two ideas, and if you’d like you can either reply to this post or IM me which one you prefer:

This one would be sooner, lining up with Halloween and only lasting a day or two (relatively lol). It would involve interacting, both in threads and asks, with a world where a different Addison got swayed in by Gaster/Mike and puppet-fied, whereas Spam/White stayed a normal Addison who runs an odds and ends shop. Leaning towards it being Clem/Orange cause I feel like that reversed dynamic between them would be interesting!

The other one would happen for about a week or two in early November, and it would be a look into the past at Celebrity/Big Shot Spam! My version of him, at least. Muses both new to my blog and old would be free to start up threads to interact with him, and of course asks would definitely be welcome. This one is one I’ve wanted to do for a little while now, and now seems like a good time, but don’t let that sway your opinion!

So yeah! Those are my ideas. I know I could just start a poll but I’m a little afraid to for some reason lol. So please let me know what you think whichever way you’d prefer! Needless to say, hopefully college will be nice and allow me to balance these little events with life and wrap them up in a timely matter *cough TheNEOEventLasting6Months cough*

Thank you all for welcoming me back (??) about a week ago, too! I appreciate it a lot. Hopefully this fixation sticks around and there won’t be any more long waits…or December doldrums like last year.

I’m off to go do some work now but I will see you guys again soon! Bye for now!

#(we are SO BACK everyone 😁 or at least im hoping and praying lol)#(I just gone done with a marathon week of assignments so we’ll see what life deals (lol) me)#(but for now im hoping to continue to be here in some capacity for a little while!)#(please let me know what you guys think about my ideas 😊)#STRING PULLER-out of character

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quarantineddreamer · 1 year

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Synchronous Scars (click for AO3)

A RebelCaptain centered Andor AU

The night the garrison on Ferrix is blown up, a strange girl arrives on the Andor's doorstep, and Cassian receives a strange, new mark -a scar in the shape of a star. ~~~ When Jyn awakes in an unfamiliar place, a strange boy sleeping by her side, she discovers a scar from a blaster wound she can't remember. ~~~ There's no time to think about any of this when you're always running -chasing after some semblance of peace, desperately searching for a lost fragment of home and a path forward.

Maybe one day.

I am nervous, crying, screaming, throwing up, and excited to start sharing this fic! It will be updating biweekly on Sundays (though if chapter 1 gets enough of a response I might be tempted to post chapter 2 sooner, because...Jyn ♡).

I am going to be fully cross-posting the fic here on top of posting on AO3 so people read on whatever platform they prefer. Hope you enjoy! 😱

Chapter 1

“She was all alone?”

“There were others –already running by the time I got there- they didn’t look back.”

“Who do you th-…with…”

Cassian scowled from his hiding place behind the living room wall as Maarva’s voice grew fainter. How was he supposed to know what was going on if Clem and Maarva insisted on speaking so quietly?

Nevermind that it was late and he was meant to be sleeping and that Maarva had swiftly locked his bedroom door the moment Clem had burst in from the cold, calling urgently for medical supplies. Whatever was happening the couple clearly did not want him involved.

Which, of course, only intensified the curiosity surging through his fifteen year-old mind.

As soon as Cassian was sure the entryway was clear, he had made quick work of the lock on his bedroom door –Maarva didn’t yet realize he’d picked up that trick- and crept quietly through the hallway to spy on the action.

But the brick wall he leaned against was thick and a pile of crates was obscuring his view of the cot Maarva had hurriedly laid out and whatever, whoever was resting on it.

Cassian knew he needed to get closer if he stood a chance at gleaming anything informative from the hushed conversation Maarva and Clem were having. He eyed the space between himself and the tower of crates, recalling faintly games of lost and found with Kerri back on Kenari. She had forced him to learn quickly how to move silently along the forest floor –she had always been the expert at the game, always craving a greater challenge. ‘Too easy, Kassa, too easy!’ she’d laugh, before dashing away to take her turn to hide.

Cassian shook his head to clear away the memory, swallowing against the choking sensation that always seemed to settle in his throat when he thought back to his old life. The life of a different person.

He slowly stepped forward, careful to keep his eyes on the shadows of Clem and Maarva in case they came his way. Several hammering heartbeats later he had made it safely to his new perch behind the crates and was fighting the urge to release a sigh of relief. He knew Clem might hear it. The man had ears like a scurrier.

“She doesn’t look much younger than Cass,” Maarva was saying.

Cassian wrinkled his nose at the nickname, but fought a small smile. He hated when Maarva and Clem used it in front of any of the other kids on Ferrix, but a small part of him appreciated the sign of affection, familiarity.

“She’s not,” Clem agreed, and Cassian thought he caught the posture of the man’s shadow crumple slightly.

Maarva sighed. “Then how did she get tied up in all of this?”.

“You’ve heard the stories, it’s becoming more common. Orphans with hatred for the Empire and nothing left to lose make perfect recruits…”

There was silence for a moment, and Cassian knew Maarva and Clem were probably having one of those strange wordless conversations they sometimes had, where nothing was said aloud, and yet Cassian sensed there was always an exchange of something between them.

“I’ll go get more bacta pads.” There was the sound of Maarva’s feet scraping the floor.

“We’re out,” Clem said grimly. “She’ll have to make do with the bandages we have.”

“I could go check with the Caleen’s-”

“No. Too far –the patrols are on edge tonight. They’ll take any excuse…”

“You think that has anything to do with her and her friends?”

“Maybe, I did find her by the wreckage, but I-”

“C-C-Cassian, what are you d-doing?”

Cassian swore and turned, without hope, to shush B2EMO –knowing it was already too late. The droid had not bothered to use any semblance of stealth. At least he did Cassian the courtesy of a low hum of apology as Maarva and Clem rushed over.

“Cass? How did you-”

Hoping Maarva might not think too much about the implications of a certain bedroom door mysteriously unlocked if he spoke first Cassian cut in, “I heard Clem come home and he sounded worried so I came to see if everything was okay.” Not a complete lie…

Crossed arms and a quirked eyebrow told Cassian that Clem bought none of this explanation. “Did you see much from down there?” he asked.

Cassian hurriedly came to his feet, brushing dust from the knees of his pants. “I had just…dropped something?” he offered.

Clem’s mouth twisted in a way that suggested his careful mask of stern disappointment might have had an amused rival. “You’re a terrible spy.”

“Everything’s fine, Cassian, it’s just been a long night. Back to bed you go.” Maarva always was the stricter of the two. Motherly in a way that was both familiar and distant to Cassian –a tickle of a memory that stretched even further back than his days playing lost and found with Kerri.

But as Maarva moved towards him, hands prepared to usher him away, Cassian stepped back and his eyes sought an ally in Clem. “Who is ‘she’?” he asked quietly.

Clem glanced at his wife, and there it was again, that silent discussion between them.

Cassian tried to be patient and not feel left out, but out of the corner of his eyes he could see a small, mud-crusted pair of boots curled at the end of the cot. Who did the boots belong to? And why were they here in the Andor household in the dead of night?

Something must have been decided between Clem and Maarva, because when Cassian pulled his eyes back to them, Clem was watching him. “We don’t know her name, and we’re not certain where she’s from,” he told the boy honestly. “But she needed our help, so I brought her here. Do you understand?”

Like you brought me here? Cassian wanted to say, a brief flash of resentment rising in his chest, that familiar desire to tug on the string of what if creeping into him –cold and fierce in such a way that it hurt to resist. What if I hadn’t gone on that ship? What if I had gotten away from Maarva? Would I still be alive? Would Kerri be with me? What if Maarva hadn’t decided to play ‘hero’ and left him alone like he’d wanted…

His eyes wandered back to the muddy boots. He wondered if the stranger had people waiting for her at home. If Clem’s ‘rescue’ of her had been consensual, or if she would be as confused as he had been to be ‘saved’. Lost and lonely and angry and afraid…

Clem was watching him, Maarva too. Cassian forced himself to set aside his own issues and focus again on the mystery in front of him. Now wasn’t the time for another fight. Besides, they’d all been getting along recently; Clem was even showing him how to refurbish old parts, teaching him the way a father would his own son. And truly, he had no one else.

When he’d managed to taper his bitterness somewhat, Cassian gave a brisk nod and waited for Clem or Maarva to speak again.

Clem placed a hand on his shoulder and offered a small, sad smile. “She’s hurt, and she won’t be awake for awhile,” he explained.

“And we’re out of bacta pads,” Cassian murmured regretfully.

Maarva shook her head and buried a hand in her curls with a chuckle. “You’ll listen when you should be sleeping, but when I ask you to tidy your room you’ve got dust in your ears, huh?”

Cassian shrugged.

Maarva rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, giving in. “I’m going to go get more supplies,” she declared, and B2EMO followed her as she made for the hallway and its storage closet.

To Cassian’s surprise, Clem also followed, leaving him alone in the room. The faint light of a lantern cast a halo of white onto the figure on the cot. It called to him like a beacon.

Dark splatters of blood marked the floor, Cassian followed them until he was standing beside the mysterious girl.

Maarva had been right. She looked to be about his age, maybe a year or so younger. Her dark hair was slipping free from a ponytail, errant strands laying across a too-pale face. Dry blood accompanied them, smudged on her cheek, but there was not enough light for Cassian to tell whether or not the blood belonged to her.

Maarva or Clem had placed a blanket over her, but it had slipped, revealing a bandage wrapped tightly around her torso. Blood was already beginning to seep through, a crimson flower blooming on the left side of her thin frame.

The girl’s face began to contort, her brows knitting together, a deep frown settling. She muttered something indistinct –maybe a name.

Cassian felt a pang of sympathy. When she began to tremble, he reached to reset the blanket.

A hand seized his wrist in a vice-like grip. Eyes, green as the trees of Kenari, caught his, wide and panicked. She was upright, panting as though caught mid-sprint, and her skin was clammy and feverish against his.

“You’re okay –it’s okay,” Cassian murmured, hoping she could understand him, trying to convey as much calm as possible –a challenge, considering his heart had nearly leapt out of his chest when she startled him.

“Where am I? What’s happened?” The emerald eyes were flicking about the room –assessing, preparing- settling anywhere but his face. Her fingernails had begun to dig into his arm.

Before Cassian could form a reply, the girl began to tug at his wrist. “Let go of me!” she demanded, spitting fury, an injured animal caught in a trap.

“Careful!” he said forcefully. Then, with more gentleness, “Careful…you’re hurt.” He tapped his fingers against her forearm. “And you’re holding onto me.”

The girl blinked at him, some of the wild confusion beginning to fade from her face, replaced by a deep, deep exhaustion. Her hand loosened somewhat on his wrist. “Who…” She blinked again, her eyes struggling to keep focus on him, stubborn, determined, even as she began to sway. “Can’t st…”

He could tell her instincts were waging war against the weight of the blood loss and using his free hand, he began to gently guide her backwards so she could rest her head on the cot’s pillow. He could see the helplessness on her face as she looked up at him, the fear. “You’re going to be okay,” he promised. “You’re safe... We’ll take care of you.”

She shook her head. “That’s a lie,” she muttered. “No one cares…”

“I do,” Cassian insisted, even though he wasn’t sure why he should, just knew that the girl’s hand was still at his wrist as though to anchor herself there, and that, whoever she was, whoever she had been until arriving in Ferrix, she was alone now. He knew what that felt like. To be alone and afraid and forced to put your trust in the hands of strangers.

She stared at him, and for a few seconds he thought she may hang on to consciousness, as she scanned his face for signs of dishonesty and seemed to decide, with some surprise, that there were none.

But then her head hit the pillow in earnest and she was gone again.

Her fingers dragged across his wrist as the last of her muscles relaxed.

Where her hand had been Cassian felt a sharp chill as night air settled against his skin.

Her arm dangled off the cot now in a limp, lifeless manner he found upsetting.

“Cass? How’s she doing?”

Maarva and Clem had returned, fresh bandages, an ancient-looking pharmpac, and sewing kit in hand.

Cassian glanced at his adoptive parents briefly before turning back to the girl, taking her elbow, and settling her arm in a more comfortable position. “We should hurry,” he murmured, feeling oddly tense.

He allowed himself to be nudged aside as Clem and Maarva sprung back into action, peeling away bandages and wiping away blood. Cassian watched from a distance, barely hearing Clem when he expressed concerns that the expired pharmpac would not be sufficient to hold the girl under; he caught himself flinching as Maarva set to work stitching the girl’s wound, his stomach twisting until he forced himself to look away.

When they had done everything they could for their patient, Maarva and Clem stepped away. They didn’t appear confident in their work, and Cassian felt a shiver run down his spine. His skin was prickling. Had been prickling since the moment the girl’s hand had left his skin.

“We should try and get some sleep. There’s nothing more to be done tonight… I’ll beg a bacta patch off of someone in the morning,” Clem said.

But what if that’s too late? Cassian shuffled his feet, feeling unsettled. Sleep seemed about as ridiculous an idea as inviting an Imperial officer over for dinner.

“What’s the matter, Cassian?” Maarva asked.

He itched at his wrist, feeling as though he had waved it through an electric current. “I want… Can I sleep out here? In case she needs m-us?”

Clem and Maarva shared a glance, confused, but to Cassian’s relief they seemed too tired to argue. “Fine. Grab a spare blanket from the storage closet so you don’t catch a cold,” Maarva instructed.

Cassian nodded mutely, but did not move. Clem squeezed his shoulder good night.

Minutes later, the room was silent, but for the gentle buzz of the lantern and the shallow breathing of the injured girl. Cassian was still rooted in place.

The problem was, for some strange, irrational, completely insane reason he did not think he could leave the room, could leave her, for even a second. The storage closet was just around the corner, but even that was too far.

So, instead of the comfort of a blanket, Cassian found his jacket in its usual place –flung over one of the crates. He pulled it over himself as he settled into Maarva’s armchair, directly by the girl on the cot.

He watched, and waited, and counted every breath.

Until eventually, sleep pulled him away…

#rebelcaptain #rebelcaptain fic #rebelcaptain fanfic #andor #jyn erso #cassian andor #jyn x cassian #slow burn #b writes #synchronous scars

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squibbylibbydibby · 1 year

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Do you have any more lm3 headcanons?

Cause I have seen some of yours and they are very cool!

I'm SO sorry I didn't get to this ask earlier. A lot went on and just general life happened so that's why it took so long. Again, I apologize.

Anyway, to the headcanons!

.I think of Lindsey, Nikki and Ginny thinking of Hellen as their mother. This is because I headcanon that the triplets were abandoned at a young age, so they preformed magic tricks on the streets to help take care of themselves. Unfortunately, their efforts weren't enough, so they perished. Hellen probably took in the frightened ghosts and decided to give them the proper life they deserved.

. Chambrea is addicted to caffeine. That's all.

. Amadeus tried to teach Gloria how to play piano, let's just say she's not aloud around pianos anymore. Gloria also tried to teach Amadeus how to be "hip" but he didn't see the point in it.

. Chef Soulfle gives the dead fish he doesn't use to Clem. Soulfle doesn't know what Clem does with the fish, and frankly he doesn't want to know.

. Chambrea tried to help teach Ug how to socialize better, and now they're best friends.

. Morty has made a lot of popular movies in his time, but credit was always stolen from him.

. Johnny's whole personality is basically if Gaston from Beauty and the Beast was a himbo.

.Clem is one of those people who thinks ducktape fixes everything. Car troubles? Ducktape. Broken heart? Ducktape.

.Kruller actually dreamed of owning a bakery before he became a cop.

.King MacFrights felt challenged when King Boo was brought into the picture, this led to MacFrights proudly challenging King Boo to a duel. MacFrights's ego was soon crushed.

.Dr. Potter has been called Harry Potter so many times he's about to go feral.

I think that's enough headcanons for one post. I hope you enjoy!

#ask #luigi's mansion 3 #lm3 #headcanons #lm3 headcanons

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pigeonplays · 2 years

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Watson Gen 1 Recap

i want to post my sims legacy a bit but I’ve played a whole gen and there’s drama and chaos that nobody knows so I’m here to explain! i randomly roll traits and a lot of this drama is either the game or generated via mods!

Generation One

meet Everly Watson! she is my founder! moved to Oasis Springs with her only child in hopes of supporting her child as a single mom. she had a brief stint as a detective before quitting her jobs in pursuit of a future in the culinary arts due to her natural talents in cooking. she is adventurous, family oriented, and loves dogs. She met Ian Sauer, and they fell in love and eloped in no time! They started having a family together, and ian stayed at home, to caretake for the kids and the home, this worked out due to him being kind of a freegan. he is also a bit jealous, though.

Alongside, Clementine, Everly’s first born child, they had 3 more daughters, Hawthorne, Aspen, and Elm. They lived as a big happy family until Everly found out she was pregnant with another kid; one she didn’t want but ian did. Ultimately, she decided to keep the baby, Clover, but in disagreements with Ian about raising Clover, the two separated and divorced.

It wasn’t until all the four oldest daughters were adults and clover were a preteen that Everly and Ian started talking again and decided to get remarried. Since the eloped the first time, in their old age they had the wedding of their dreams in Tartosa, where she found the Bakery location of her dreams and opened Watson Bakery.

Clementine Watson or Clem is the first-born child of Everly. Growing up, Clem felt like she belonged amongst her step sisters and really got along with Ian. Clem earned all A’s in school, and was a good mannered, responsible child who mediated fights between her siblings. She is outgoing, and romantic, and a dog lover. She went to college during her parents separation, getting a degree in physics and then moving back home after getting a job in Mechanical Engineering, as an Artisian of Apparatuses. Clem is single handedly working on keeping the family together despite sibling rivalries and interpersonal drama.

Hawthorne had a rebellious streak that has yet to end! She is self-absorbed, glutton, and a snob she ended up dropping out of high school. She moved out as soon as she could, but discovered that her irresponsibility, bad manners, and uncontrolled emotions made it hard for her to keep any jobs. she ended up losing her job and moving into a renovated trailer on an old lot that Everly originally bought for a future Watson bakery. Being talented in programming and logic, Hawthorne then attempted to hold a position as a secret agent, which quickly failed. While in a bit of a pinch for money to pay bills, Hawthorne got a call from a distant relative offering inheritance that could only go to a married sim. Hawthorne ended up proposing to her casual girlfriend, Kalyn Newton, who agreed mistaking the commitment to be much more serious than it was.

Clover Watson was the unwanted fifth and final daughter Ian and Everly had. Being much younger than Clem, Hawthorne, Aspen, or Elm, Clover had a lonely childhood. Her relationship with her mom was pretty rocky, and she was the only kid in her family who had to deal with being a child of divorce. Due to this, Clover isn’t really close with any one in her family, except Clem, who made an effort to keep all of the family together. Clover is a Foodie, but has a mildly unrefined palate, and has dreams of being a famous pastry chef. However, she usually isn’t allowed in the bakery due to her lack of cooking skills, so the job usually goes to Hawthorne. She also has hobbies watching movies with a club of friends, Yuki Behr and Darling Walsh in the backyard movie hang out they made together.

#The Watson Legacy #The Watson Legacy Gen 1 #The Watson Legact Gen 2 #Clover Watson #Hawthorne Watson #everly watson #ian sauer #clementine watson #I'll be real the other two sisters are bg characters and moved out rn for college and the military so i figured they didnt need paragraphs #elm joined the military #and aspen went to college #if ur curious!#idk who heir is they are all good picks #maybe eventually there will be a vote after clover is a YA ???#ii would also like someone to become a werewolf but we shall see when that happens lol #UPDATED THIS POST TO BE BETTER AND MORE DETAILED #their portriats are a little bit ahead of the screenshots in this but ALAS

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ericsonclan · 2 years

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We Should Kiss About It

Summary: Clementine and Louis share a moment and a kiss in the music room.

Word Count: 500+

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Notes: This is part of a short drabble series for all the different couples we ship. Inspired by kashimalin fanfiction's 50 types of kisses writing prompts post on tumblr.

Clementine could feel her stump aching. Shit, it always seemed to act up halfway through the school day. Luckily that meant that Clementine could usually sneak off during lunch and take off her prosthetic for a few minutes. She just had to find a secluded spot to do so. Her friends didn’t make a big deal about it but Clementine didn’t like the whispers and looks others gave her. It was better to ditch for ten to fifteen minutes and show back up than let those looks and whispers mess with her head.

She was about to head into an empty clubroom when she heard the faint notes of music drift through the air. Glancing towards the music room, Clementine spotted Louis sitting on the piano bench. His fingers danced upon the different keys, his focus entirely on the piano as he became lost within his music. Louis was in a world of his own until he heard footsteps and looked up. His thoughtful melody paused as he gave a happy smile. With a small wave, he began to move his hands.

Hey, Clem. What brings you here? Did my masterful playing draw you towards me? A playfulness shone within his eyes.

“Yeah, it did,” Clementine leaned her arm against the piano and gave Louis a warm smile. Her heart fluttered when she saw Louis become flustered by that. After a moment though his usual charismatic smile returned and Clementine felt her heart tumble in her chest. The way his eyes sparkled when he was happy, how many freckles painted his face, the joy in his smile. Shit, how could she not have fallen for him?

Well, get ready to be blown away. I’ll show you how good I am with my hands. Immediately Louis’ eyes went wide and he got embarrassed. Wait, not that! Music. I was talking about piano playing. Not… His hands froze and he awkwardly scratched the back of his head then noticed that Clementine was favoring one leg more. Silently he scooted over and patted the piano bench for his crush to sit down.

As soon as Clementine sat down Louis felt his heart do a little flip. He tried his best to play it cool and be his usual bright self. He made sure to remind himself that it was unlikely that Clementine liked him back at all. Whenever he even got an inkling of hope he remembered that he was damaged goods and that Clementine could do better than him. After a moment, Louis shook off his negative thoughts and stretched out his arms.

Ready? He looked over with a smile as he saw Clementine take off her prosthetic and lean it against the piano.

“Yep, I wanna see you put Mozart to shame,” Clementine returned the expression and listened as Louis plucked away at the keys. His hands fluttered across them, bringing the music back to life and filling the room with a lively ambiance. Clementine tried her best to focus on the music but her eyes kept drifting back over to Louis. He always seemed so full of life and joyful when he was able to express himself through the piano. Ever since the accident years ago, Louis had found that music had been the best way to communicate his emotions. It had helped him through a lot.

As the notes continued Clementine slowly closed the space between them. Her lips softly parted. “What’s the name of this song?” She turned to look at Louis right as he had turned his face. Completely by accident, their lips brushed against each other. The romantic gesture made their faces grow warm. Louis stared into Clementine’s eyes and time seemed to freeze until Clementine cupped his face and pulled him into another kiss. Louis leaned into the kiss, not wanting it to end.

Until it suddenly did.

Clementine’s hands remained on his face for a moment before he spun round and started to fiddle with the piano keys. He tried his best to resume playing but it was an awkward, rushed piece.

“Shit, sorry, I guess I wanted to show that I liked you but now I made things awkward,” Clementine stared down at her hands when she heard the music abruptly stop. Her eyes traveled up to Louis. Slowly he pointed to himself then pressed his middle finger and thumb together and extended his hand away from his chest then pointed towards her.

Clementine felt her heart swell. “You like me?”

Louis nodded then returned to the piano and started to play again. The notes were a bit slow and cautious as he played a new song Clementine had never heard before. Silently she leaned her head against his shoulder and listened. Louis’ eyes wandered over to hers and they shared a soft smile. Both of them felt the warm joy at the fact that they knew the other felt the same.

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg louis #clouis #fanfic #we should kiss about it series

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fandxmslxt69 · 2 years

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Similarities List PART 2

Again, after lots of research has been done, deep thought (it took like half an hour just for one list) and lots of reading, here's the second part to this.....

Small note: SO SORRY FOR NOT HAVING POSTED IN A WHILE :(

MINORS DNI BEYOND THIS POINT

DICK GRAYSON (DC), NEWT (TMR) AND MATT MURDOCK (MCU)

Tease them, they will collapse into such big bottoms

h a n d j o b s

One day they're forcing you on your knees and ordering you around the next day they're sobbing and begging you to touch them

PRAISE KINKS. SO MUCH. SO MUCH PRAISE KINKS

...choking kink im sorry but its true

So soft and sweet

The sex depends on the mood

If its set to cute and fluffy, they'll hold your hand and kiss your face and body as they slowly move in and out, cute soft talk along the way, praise and shit and they're the sweetest beans ever

-"Would you like me to continue my princess? Or is that enough? I'm here to do what you want, just say it"

"Use your words love" bc its their power move

Your pleasure >> theirs

It usually cute love making more than full out sex

BUT ON A ROUGH NIGHT

If the mood is set rough or angry oH BOY ARE YOU IN FOR A NIGHT

Rough. Just rough.

Its no longer sweet and love making

-Full out pounding

Again. Handjobs.

They will make you fulfill every one of THEIR pleasures before they move onto yours

There's the occasional bondage (who's tying up who? Well that's a good question)

But its never too much

Oh the praise kinks drive them crazy

"Oh? You won't beg? A pity, and here I was ready to give you some fun"

Consent is everything to them

AFTERCAREEEEEEEEEE

They will cling onto you after sex

Cuddles >>>

Fall asleep almost right after

Soft morning love making is their favourite

They take you out for breakfast on the weekends

Fridays you go out for a fancy dinner

Sundays are lazy movie days

Bruce knows Dick is a soft angel but this is on another level

Villains. Dick is so protective. Like so much

Constantly calling you to make sure you're okay

"Call me as soon as you get home"

"If there's even ANYTHING suspicious you call me do you understand?"

"If there's any problems and you see Batman. Run the other way. I don't care what it is, I don't want you to get hurt"

If you do get taken-

No sleep

Always up planning

Alfred tried coaxing him to sleep but he wouldn't listen

"If I sleep I waste time, and I don't know if she HAS time"

He cries every five minutes

Damian joked around about the Joker having taken you

Dick literally went into a panic AND anxiety attack + a mental breakdown all in one

Damian got grounded

You getting captured by Wicked

Same effect

Crazy

Loses his mind

Constant breakdowns

Matt. Ohmygod the devil of Hell's Kitchen, losing the love of his life???

Prepare New York you've got a new villain on your hands

He'd lose his mind

Forget work he's 24/7 looking for you

No mercy on anyone, at all, will and has destroyed everything in his path to find you

Nearly broke up with you a bit after that, realizing how much danger he puts you in

Basically. If he loses you, he will have his villain arc and kill every single person on this planet until he finds you and you are safe and sound in his arms

They love buying you sweet little gifts

Getting suffocated by your thighs while you sit on their faces >>>>>

Such softies

Again super protective

Always taking care of you

SUCH SWEETBEANS

No toys. Unless you're okay with it but they prefer not to

Bottom behaviour on tired days

Again, can go from these hardcore tops, fucking you into oblivion to wanting you to fuck them into oblivion

I CAN NOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

PRAISE KINK

Vocal.

They love hearing you make all the pretty little noises just for them

Its like heaven to their ears

But they're also very vocal

Cuddling while they work that usually ends in needy soft sex

~~~~~~~~ - Clem (and a bit of Atlas)

#maze runner #dick grayson #richard grayson #nightwing #tmr newt #Matt Murdock #Daredevil #Matt smut

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Lily James

full name: Kacey Newman

nickname(s) / goes by: Kace, Kay, Kiwi

pronouns & gender: she/her & cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: December 24th, 1990

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock: Local

housing: Downtown

occupation: Photographer

family: siblings - Kellan and Cage (older), Clementine (younger), Husband (separated), Daisy Clarke (daughter)

relationship status: recently separated

PERSONALITY

In contrast to some, Kacey is reserved and practical. Her brand of love is simple and unfiltered, but kept close to her chest. Her reticence isn't built from a lack of confidence though, and she has a deep pride for Merrock, her family, and the farm. She is typically the voice of reason in any conversation, but can be taken in by her passions like anyone else.

WRITTEN BY: Clare (she/her), est.

BIO / BACKGROUND

triggering / sensitive content: parental death

As far as early Christmas gifts go for young boys, Kacey hoped she was ranked somewhere between action figures and lego sets. She arrived at the Newman farm without fuss and into an expanding family. Love was plentiful growing up, as immeasurable as the blueberries they sold during high season. And, while Kacey existed in the middle of it all, she never fully joined the chaos. When she was still very young, her mother passed. What was left were memories blurred at the edges, sepia bleeding over the colors. She grew a little faster and a lot quieter after that day.

In school, Kacey was an excellent student. She received some ribbing from classmates for being a teacher's pet, but nothing that she couldn't shake off. After all, she had two bigger and louder brothers. For her eighth birthday, on the advice of a friend and in the hopes that his 'Kiwi' would open more, Kacey's father bought her a camera. She wasn't an unhappy kid, far from it, but she had the tendency to clam up when things got rough. The silent treatment, paired with a steady glare, could unnerve grown men.

It turned out to be the right move. There was a whole new language between a lense and a subject. Where the girl had been bordering on timid before, she bloomed into the worst kind of tyrant. Her favorite and first subjects were always her siblings and soon enough she wore them thin with requests. A posed shoot in the blueberry fields, or by the coastline, or in front of the post office, or even when they were brushing their teeth. In time, she was fluent in aspect ratios and cases, and had converted half her closet into a makeshift dark room.

In high school, she was the photographer for the school newspaper. It was at a football game that she first connected with Samuel Clarke. He was a trombone player in the marching band. She slipped a photo of him, instrument in hand, between the grates of his locker and the rest was history. Those who didn't know Kacey were were ripe in the belief that she was dispassionate. In truth, she could be as resolute and stubborn as a brick wall. She decided before graduation that Sam was going to be it for her. Even when she got into art school and moved two state lines away, she worked hard to keep her relationship steady.

That resolve placed her at a magazine in Portland straight out of college. It saw her through buying a condo and getting married. Though she lived away from Merrock, Kacey was a constant visitor. When the first blueberries ripened in April, she'd be there to help with the harvest. When Kellan was on the field she'd was there with her camera in hand, when Clem graduated she was in the stands cheering, and when her nephew was born she snapped some of the first photos. Newborn photography would, in time become a staple of her career. But for a while she reveled in being young and married and living in the biggest city in Maine. It was only when Sam and her decided to start a family that things changed. After a decade living elsewhere, Kacey knew there was only one place she wanted to raise her kids.

Her daughter Daisy was born, twenty-nine years later, in the same hospital room as Kacey. Mixed into those happiest of days was the loss of her father. All her life, she'd known him as a lighthouse. Without him there as a guide things started to slip. Motherhood was a slippery thing beyond even her own iron grasp. She felt like a failure when she couldn't soothe her child or understand her tears. She poured more effort into her career and opening her own studio. She started photographing weddings and births and retirement parties. At least in this, the steady click and focus, she had control. She confided in her siblings, leaned on them and in the midst of it all her relationship began to slide.

They held on for years but, not long after a disastrous third birthday party for Daisy, they agreed a trial separation was for the best. Sam moved into an apartment a few blocks away. Thirty-two years on, Kacey finally had to admit she'd bent to the chaos.

#merrockbio #kaceynewman #death tw #parental death tw

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This Post tells me that we all want Tommy to adopt every possible mob that shouldn't be adopted and, you know what? Fine!

Here's Tommy getting every single mob he really shouldn't:

It started off easy. Tommy was a big man and he really liked animals, as every big man should. What he didn't like was how unfairly certain types of dogs and horses were treated...

So one day, when a small eight-legged pony approached him just to amicably stare up at him he knew that he wouldn't be able to part from it. Therefore Shroud was now the second official member of the Innit household! Foolish seemed to like him a lot as well, so Tommy didn't really think anything of it.

On another day he found himself being tackled by Baba, the snow horse that he saw near Technoblade's house. Tubbo let out a shriek when seeing this, but Tommy knew that she was just trying to play, so he scratched her ear and brought her home. Clearly, if she ran away it meant she wanted a new owner, so who was he to refuse? He added a little snow enclosure in the basement and made sure to keep Baba cool. Tubbo didn't really approve, but what does Tubbo know anyway?

Then it was the turn of Clementine, a very nice lanky dog that appeared one day in his home and never left. Foolish said that he should have killed her and called her a pest, but Tommy thinks that Foolish is just an asshole. It's not Clem's fault that she's not comfortable with people staring at her! They should learn to respect her boundaries already! So he built another room for her, with a taller roof this time. His house was sure becoming quite popular, huh? Not that it wasn't expected with him being the biggest of men!

And, well, so far no one was too weirded out by it. Sure, they would give Tommy some weird looks, but nothing too bad. In comes the fiery dog. This time Tubbo was very adamant about how: "That's not a dog bossman, that's a fucking blaze!" but since Tommy didn't understand what that meant he elected to ignore it. Couldn't be that important anyway. And Fiery dog was nice! He never shot fireballs at him, only ever using them to turn on the furnaces when asked. He was a nice dog and Tommy really couldn't understand what everyone had against him!

It got worse when he brought back a small slimey horse and a small jumpy horse. Ranboo called them "Slime and Magma Cube" so Tommy assumed the hybrid could speak with them and that those were their names. This time it was Wilbur's turn to come to him in concern. He even apologized for leaving Tommy alone and other shit, apparently assuming that Tommy was bringing all his dogs and horses home as a substitute. He wasn't. They were just nice and people around him misjudged them, so he wanted them to have a family. Not because he could relate to the feeling, just because he was nice like that!

Then it came the turn for the screamy dog. That one was admittedly quite big. So much so that Tommy had to make the biggest nether portal he could manage to bring her home, but it was worth it! He didn't like the name "Ghast" that everyone suggested, so he went for Genevive. He made the biggest glass dome he could for her and Tubbo even helped. Apparently, it was because "You're gonna get yourself killed if I'm not here with all these hostile mobs around" whatever that meant.

Along the way, he also got one of the pillager's horses, who he called Betty, and one of the Nether's ugly horses (who kinda looked like Techno if Techno was a horse, so he called it Better Techno). At that point, people were mostly resigned though. Somehow none of the mobs were aggressive towards Tommy. And, sure, the boy's house was becoming more and more of an eyesore with every expansion, but no one tried to do anything about it because none of the mobs were quite as friendly towards them. That said they were sure that there was nothing Tommy could do at this point to surprise them...

Well, Tommy found a weird dark portal surrounded by blocks he'd never seen. And he jumped in before DreamXD could do anything about it. -why is he like this?

On the other side he found the biggest dog he'd ever seen! It had huge ass wings, cool claws and it breathed out a purple fire that covered the whole ground. Tommy was amazed at her beauty so he told her as much when she lowered down towards him.

"Aren't you the prettiest dog ever? Look at you! You're amazing!" she seemed to like that. So much so that she snuggled up to him for quite a few minutes before lifting him with her mouth and going towards a portal in the center of the pillar. Tommy was sad to leave her behind, so he was ecstatic when she followed him on the other side!

*Tommyinnit made the achievement [FREE THE END]*

*Tommyinnit made the achievement [NEW END]*

Okay, perhaps everyone else wasn't quite as welcoming toward Big Dog as he'd hoped, but Tommy was sure they would warm up to her! And soon they would stop saying stuff like "Tommy that's the Ender Dragon! It's the one thing that could kill us all! Please bring it back where you found it!" and start saying "Wow Tommy, you're the biggest of men and that's the coolest dog I've ever seen" as they should.

#dream smp au #dream smp headcanons #tommyinnit #my writing/fanfic thingy?#long post #tommy adopts everything he shouldn't #but truly they are all nice dogs/horses and everyone else simply doesn't understand #dream smp really said 'give tommy only one emotional support animal' and I don't like that #I definitely took that personally #so he gets several #tubbo stops minding them after a while but that's just because he's resigned

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