#yes she's british but it's okay. she's the only exception
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You Always Go To The Parties
W.C. - 5.7 k
okay so this is the project i've been working on for a little, hope y'all like it:) (also listen to American Wedding by Frank Ocean while y'all read this.)
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“Do I really have to go? I can’t even drink legally here.” You groan, there was nothing stopping you from collecting your things and getting the hell out of that apartment in Boston, well except the manners instilled in you from an early age. There was nothing you’d like more than to crawl up in bed and sleep for the next few weeks.
No way Emma would let you do that.
The sophomore defender had been one of the only people that had come back to college early, having been asked to show you around the campus and the facilities. She had quickly taken you under her wing, which meant that she wouldn’t let you sulk in bed the rest of August.
Brown cardboard boxes filled to the brim with different things, ranging from clothes to knick knacks, were stacked to the ceiling in the otherwise empty apartment. You didn’t mind, clearly, but it bothered Em.
You tuck your hands behind your head, staring up at the ceiling from your mattress that was placed directly on the floor. Your button up had the first few buttons undone, the top of your chest displayed for Em to see, you had even put your fancy trousers on for the stupid party you didn’t even want to attend.
“Yes, you really have to. How else do you expect to make friends, your cute British accent will only get you that far, you actually need to put in some effort okay?” Rolling your eyes at her words, you were quickly made to get up off the makeshift bed, getting pushed towards the door.
“But-”
“No buts, you are going because I need someone to drive me home when I’m black out drunk tonight, you don’t want me to drink and drive right?” You can’t help but contemplate over her words, feeling the girl’s hand come down on your shoulder harshly.
Clearly she didn’t like that.
“I mean you could just, I don't know…not drink?” She looks at you like she’s disgusted you’d even think about saying something like that, like she has to drink.
“Wow, it really is obvious your parents are rich.” You lock the door up as you look at her through the corner of your eye, a slightly judgemental look in your eyes.
Your parents were rich, but they didn’t spoil you so you weren’t one of those snobby rich kids, you were just like anyone else. Only you had access to more money than most.
“Shut up.” Emma puts her hands up in the air, like she’s surrendering to you, but you see the way she’s smiling slyly at you. Note to self; don’t get defensive when Em brings up your rich parents.
“You know, I could use a new Gucci bag if you want to contact daddy dear.” She looks up at you pleadingly as you make your way to her car, there was no way you’d use your car, it was far too expensive to be left outside a frat house. You really had to get a more beat up one.
Maybe you’d sell it, and donate the money you got for it to charity.
“Aw, we’re taking my car?” Em whines, clearly she wanted to take your cool car.
“Aw, I’m not leaving my really expensive car outside of a frat house for hours.” You roll your eyes at her almost like she’s stupid, throwing her the keys so that she could drive, you didn’t even know where it was you were going.
“You know, you are really sassy for being a rich kid.” Em pulls out of the garage, the apartment complex you were living in was just off campus, so near that you walked there every day for pre-pre-season training (absolutely destroying Em every single time without fail).
“Yeah well, I grew up in the public education system in London, so that’s where I get it from.” You look on as the girl in the driver’s seat taps her fingers against the steering wheel, waiting for the red light to turn green.
“Really, I would’ve thought that they had you in private school from the second you popped out.” The green light stands out against the quickly darkening sky, starless and rather bleak, but that’s what you get for living in a big city.
“Nope, they wanted me to have a normal childhood, so here I am.” You motion to yourself, feeling the bumps and dips of the road beneath you, damn potholes.
“I mean fair enough right.” A certain quietness envelops the space between the two of you, it wasn’t uncomfortable, just present without any real purpose.
Your eyes slip shut, with Em turning the radio on, playing soft instrumental music like you weren’t in the middle of Boston where most people prefer hip hop and bubblegum pop. That was probably the biggest culture shock you'd been given so far, the music.
At home it was different, in a neutral way. It was neither better nor was it worse, but it was simply different.
You sink into your seat, the cool air blasting across your skin in that refreshing way, the summer’s heat canceled out by the air coming from the car. Slowly, sleep starts to take over your body in that calming sort of way that you’d wished for earlier.
It had only felt like moments since you’d fallen asleep as Em shakes your shoulders to get you to wake up, the pulsing music coming from the frat house a walking distance away already making your ears hurt. You look around at the surrounding nature, it wasn’t familiar to you, not the trees you’d found yourself memorizing nor the architecture present in Boston.
Even the people looked different, shirts with the printing of a dog on the front instead of the three books representing Harvard. Stupid of you to assume that Em would be rational for once.
“Where are we Em?” You ask, voice riddled with a sleepy kind of innocence that suggested that not everything had registered yet.
“We are in Connecticut, home of the huskies and what might be the best parties you’ll ever experience.” Your eyes shoot open wide, a more than flabbergasted look on your face at her naïve words.
“You kidnapped me and then drove me all the way to Connecticut for a party we could just as well have found in Boston?!” You ask her incredulously, like you couldn’t really believe her. And you couldn’t.
“Yeah, technically I did but you’ll also get to experience the party of your lifetime, so I think that it’s fine.” She tries to justify her actions by trying to reason with you, and whilst it doesn’t work in the way she wishes, Emma’s just happy you’re not totally freaking out.
“Come on grumpy, let’s go. Who knows, you might even have some fun.” Em pulls you along towards the house spewing flashing lights in a hundred different colors.
You let your eyes adjust to the blinking lights as you enter through the open front door, seeing the entire bottom floor of the mansion-like house covered with hundreds of students, packed together tightly like a sweaty sardine can.
The house reeks of bad body wash, moldy pits and strong cheap alcohol, and in a sense of the word Em really did tell the truth, you’d never seen anything like it before. It was almost like those frat boys couldn’t afford to buy deodorant.
If your arm wasn’t as firmly attached to your body as it was, you were sure that Emma would’ve torn it off by now, the resistance of the sweaty bodies pushing against your own as she leads you to the kitchen proving to be a difficult task for her weak arms.
Reaching the entrance of the large kitchen, the first thing you notice is that it’s not as tightly packed as the living room, only a few stragglers here and there with the stereotypical red solo cups can be found in every single person’s hand. Future alcoholists.
“Okay, base rules since you’ve never been to a college party before, don’t take a drink from anyone you don’t know, don’t accept anyone’s request to go upstairs or somewhere private, you’ll most likely get robbed, don’t be too snarky, people don’t appreciate that and… I think that’s all. Have a nice night!” And with that she’s off to the living room, plucking a cup from a random man’s hand and taking a sip before leading him to the dance floor.
Yeah, base rules or whatever.
Standing alone in the kitchen, you suddenly feel so awkward. The only real parties you’d been to were the one’s your friends threw when your parents were away on their stupidly long business trips, just the chaotic friend group drinking together.
So this, college parties, was something that was totally out of your comfort zone and you’d never hated anyone as much as you hated Em right at that moment.
Spotting a boy out of the corner of your eye, you approach him with confident, yet still relatively hesitant steps, a question at the tip of your tongue. He looks up at you when you’re close enough to smell the odor of old spice deodorant and way too much sweat, his hat turned backwards on his head to hide the greasy hair still somehow poking its way through.
You almost feel bad for the poor thing, well that is until his mouth opens and you’re staring into the hell that is a frat boy’s gob.
“‘Sup dude, what can I do for you?” His eyes run all along your body, from your ankles up to your face where he notices the annoyed expression.
“I was wondering if you had anything non alcoholic.” You smile staley, eyebrows furrowing together when his eyes light up like a kid on christmas. His laugh feels slightly insulting, especially when his hand comes up to point at you, but there’s really not a lot you could do.
“Dude totally, say the thing though.” You look at him confused, like you didn’t know what he meant. Spoiler alert; you did. “Y’know bo'ohw'o'wo'er.”
He laughs again when you roll your eyes, and even if all you desire is to punch his stupid face in, you still say the phrase. Was it worth it for a coke? Eh, debatable.
He opens the fridge and throws you the can and laughs once more at your dirty look.
Sipping the drink slowly as you make your way around the house, the UConn students around you stare unashamedly at you, like they knew your face from somewhere, but you weren’t familiar per se.
Your face scrunches up at the metallic taste of the American coke, much preferring the Mexican one they had in the canteen. You couldn’t complain too much though, you were the one who actually let yourself get dragged to the party.
It’s sudden, the way her eyes catch yours. Deep pools of endearing brown that capture your entire soul in a single second. The girl was mesmerizing as she stood leaning against the wall across from you, her long brown hair falling so effortlessly down her back.
Her gaze is just focussed on you for a second or two, her attention soon being stolen by the man standing in front of her, a sleazy smirk on his face as his eyes ran all along her body. It was clear that she was uncomfortable purely by the way her lips were turned downwards and the way her hands fiddled with the hem of her crop top.
There seems to be a lull in their one sided conversation as she looks to you almost pleadingly, getting the hint almost immediately, you walk over with confident steps, dropping the now empty can on the floor on the way.
The man is almost as tall as you, his burly shoulders disproportionate to the rest of his awkward body, his meaty hands gripping the red cup tightly like he was afraid someone would steal it from him. His hooded eyes do a once over when he spots you nearing them, almost turning a green pale at the sight of you.
You don’t understand why, there was no way you knew him and being recognised as Harvard’s newest addition would be unlikely. Especially in Connecticut.
“Everything alright here?” The girl seems startled by your accent, but she quickly schools her features so as to not show her surprise. Her hands wrap around your waist, and when you look down at her she looks back up at you with pleading eyes, asking you to just go along with it for the time being.
Your arm wraps around her shoulders and she leans into your body almost subconsciously, like you’ve known each other for much longer than you have.
“Yeah, everything’s going good.” He says, not backing down despite having been nervous at your mere presence only seconds before.
“Really? Because from where I stood it looked like you were flirting with my girlfriend.” You don’t even get the satisfaction of watching his gummy smile fade from his thin lips as he takes in your words, because he walks away from you before you can see it.
It makes you chuckle, especially since he walks up to another girl almost immediately, getting turned down in the same second.
“You okay?” You question the girl in your arms, her hand still resting on your waist as you take her in. You can feel her hair against your arm, her nails digging into your skin ever so slightly and the rest of her body pressed so tightly against your own.
“Yeah, he just wouldn’t leave me alone, thank you for the help.” She smiles at you sweetly, her brown eyes shining under the flashing lights. You smile back at her softly, noticing the way her grip loosens, you quickly let up on your grip of her shoulders.
Her unsure steps catch your attention as she takes your hand in her soft one, just like Em had done earlier in the evening.
“Where are you taking me?” You laugh through the sentence as she tries to pull you through the crowd of people, stumbling over her feet clumsily every so often.
“Do you like burgers?” She questions hastily, nearly having pulled you all the way to the front door already, she was a lot stronger than Em that’s for sure.
"Doesn't everyone?” You smile goofily when she looks back at you, her eyes narrowed playfully when you send her a wink. It’s only when you’re already out the door that you realize that Em is still in there, with people you don't know. Strangers.
You stop walking, the girl’s hand still in yours as she too stops, looking back at you confused.
“I’m sorry but my friend, Em, is still in there and I don’t want to leave her alone with strangers.” Her eyes light up again and you look at her weirdly, not understanding why she looked so happy that you had to leave.
“Em Whitmore?” She giggles at the shocked look on your face, clearly you didn’t know much about Em, the girl thinks to herself. You look at her suspiciously, how did she know Em?
“Yeah…how’d you know?” You ask her, still suspicious of her pretty intoxicated form. Her laugh carries all throughout the empty night, no one out and about except you and the mystery girl who’s soft hand is still in yours.
“I know her brother, she comes to a lot of parties here, because she knows she’ll be safe.” The brunette starts pulling you along again and you let yourself follow her, no longer worried about your Harvard counterpart. Her brother wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.
By the time you reach the 50’s themed diner, you’ve already walked for ten minutes, side by side with the dark haired girl. You’re lucky that it wasn’t too far away, the half stumbling girl beside you probably wouldn’t have been able to walk that far without falling over.
The bell at the top of the door chimes when she pushes it open, the bored looking cashier perking up when he sees your companion. It was empty in the diner and you couldn’t imagine that keeping it open for this long wasn’t only for the drunk college students looking for a quick snack.
She drags you over to a booth in the corner, decorated in red and white stripes, a glass with straws standing in the middle of the table with a napkin holder beside it.
“Welcome to Donna’s Diner, what can I get for you?” The boy from the counter comes up to the booth after you’ve both settled, handing the two of you plastic menus. The dark haired girl smiles up at him, that fantastic glint in her eye once more.
“Come on now Alex, no need to be all professional.” You look up at him from where you’re sitting, his blonde hair curling around his ears, green eyes staring into yours kindly, thin fingers clasping the small notebook in his hands.
“Alex, this is my new friend, she knows Callum’s little sister, mystery friend, this is Alex and he’s in one of my classes.” You smile at him softly, sticking your hand out for him to shake, and he does take it in a confident grip, sending you a smile of his own.
“I’m Y/n.” Now the mystery girl looks up at you, finally a name attached to your face.
“Nika, I already know what you want, but how about you?” He looks to you when he speaks, obviously you wouldn’t know what to order, it being your first time there and all.
“I’ll just have whatever she’s having with a chocolate milkshake.” Alex disappears behind the counter again, your eyes following his retreating form. Looking away from the kitchen door, your eyes quickly meet the ones of the girl you now know as Nika.
One of her hands was tucked under her chin, keeping her head up in order to look at you. Relaxing into the cushions behind you, the small smile slowly taking over your face suddenly becomes full blown.
“What is it?” She giggles under her breath at your inquisitive look, and despite not knowing much more than her name, you already felt like she knew your soul inside and out.
“Nothing…it’s just that this is the last place I would’ve thought that you would bring me to.” The furrow in her brow is frankly quite adorable, her head turning to the side just in time to catch Alex walking out the kitchen with your food.
You see the way her eyes light up again, the platter of pure greasy goodness at the center of her attention right at that moment. All you could think about at that second was how thankful you were that the season hadn’t started yet, because everything there broke every single diet you could think of.
Looking to the brunette, the laugh bubbling up from the pit of your stomach is almost one of wonder, because the beautiful girl had already managed to get through half the burger that was in front of her. It seemed like her intoxicated brain only was focussed on one thing, satiating her hunger.
It isn’t long until you follow her lead, picking up the burger and just trying to get the most you could of it in your mouth. You can’t help the groan that escapes you when the exquisite flavours hit your taste buds all at once, having to lean back into the cushions of the booth to be able to take it all in, closing your eyes fully to enhance the experience even further.
It’s only when she laughs that you finally open your eyes again, only to see her looking right at you like you were made of glass, like she could read you like a book and then play you like a fiddle.
“I understand, I had the exact same reaction when I tried it.” She continues to giggle at you when you start to eat like a poor man starved. It was a funny sight to be fair, the way your fancy act completely disappears when in contact with amazing food.
“How’d you even find this place?” You question her when you’ve swallowed and wiped your mouth off with a napkin, you still had manners after all. She smiles at you, gesturing at your surroundings, at the tables and the booths, the chairs and the ketchup bottles, at everything.
“I was drunk after a party once in freshman year and I just stumbled across it.” You nod in response, completely understanding the randomness of how she’d found the place. When you’re drunk, all you want is some greasy food.
“So it’s a well guarded secret between the students then? I assume there’s usually more people here at this time of night.” You take a sip of the milkshake when the last word has fallen from your lips, heat spreading across your face at the intense look you’re getting from the brunette in front of you.
It’s probably just because she’s drunk, you think quietly to yourself, almost trying to convince your mind that the stupidly attractive smile on her face was just one of momentary value, that it was only because it was late and you were tired that it affected you in the way it did.
“Yeah, something like that.” She responds, a comfortable silence enveloping you two as you continue to eat.
The only thing that could be heard was the murmur of the fan across the room, the patting of the fingers of the boy, Alex, at the counter and the sound of shallow breathing. Well that was until her accented voice breaks it with a question.
“So, how’d you manage to befriend the girl with the scariest brother ever?” Nika asks you, her fingers playing with the napkin she’d taken only moments before. Her teeth capture her bottom lip softly as she looks at you tentatively, she’s positively driving you nuts with her pure unfiltered beauty.
“Well, for starters we both play football for Harvard, but she was the first one there to greet me, to help me pack up the necessities and all that. She never did mention a brother though.” You relish in the way she looks at you, all flustered and sweet despite you not having done anything in particular. It was adorable. Pause.
She nods absentmindedly, opening her mouth to speak before closing it and then opening it again, resembling a fish out of water more than anything.
“Were you going to say something love?” You ask the now blushing girl, and she hides her face in her hands at the embarrassment, clearly having zoned out for a little while there.
Reaching over, you pat her shoulder comfortingly before you ask her your next question.
“How about you? How do you know Em’s brother?” Nika reaches over the table to steal a few of your fries, laughing at the betrayed look on your face.
Maybe it was the drinks or maybe you were just funnier than you’d originally thought, either way the angelic sound of her laughing had graced your ears many times that evening. Not that you minded, you didn’t even mind a little bit.
“He plays basketball, I play basketball, and sometimes we train together.” You can’t help the feeling taking over you, the burning feeling that makes you question everything you’d ever known about yourself. Just the thought of your friend’s brother getting to enjoy her company makes the feeling inside you that much worse.
It seems like she sees the way your expression changes just that little bit before it goes back to normal.
“So, you’re like…close?” You ask the basketball player timidly, rolling your eyes only seconds later when the brunette decides to take a sip of your milkshake.
“No, not especially close. I mean, we talk when we have to at the shared training sessions, but not outside of it. But realistically though, who in the world of college sports doesn’t know Callum Whitmore?” Looking at her cluelessly, you sarcastically shrug as if to say you, because you truly hadn’t known a single thing about the man before she had told you.
By the third time Nika reaches for your fries, you decide to just push them towards her and let her have them, you weren’t even hungry after the monster burger you’d just consumed. It wasn’t at all just because she was too pretty not to get whatever she wanted. Pause.
“You want to switch?” She gestures to your drinks, she’d gotten a strawberry milkshake that she didn’t seem to fancy all that much right at that moment. Sighing goodnaturedly, you give her a nod and allow her to take whatever was left of your shake, smiling softly as you sip absentmindedly at the pink shake she’d given you.
Soon enough, the only thing that could be heard over the natural noise of the diner was the slight slurping every so often.
“I just got to go wash up, then I’ll walk you home, okay?” The brunette nods as she looks at you leaving, pulling out her phone to seemingly start to text someone not long after.
You walk up to Alex, who’s still standing at the counter and he smiles in your direction when you near, only seeing you out of the corner of his eye. Pulling out your wallet, you hold out your card to him.
“Could you do a to go order? God knows she’ll need that in the morning.” You nod your head in Nika’s direction, Alex smiling widely at you.
“You know, I’ve never seen her with you before…” His voice trails off, as if to tell you to fill in the blanks.
“Yeah, we only met tonight.” You smile at him staley, not understanding why the timeline of events was so important.
“You must be special then if she brought you here, it’s not often she brings anyone other than her friends here after a night out. Nico, drop me two burgers on the grill, one choc milkshake and a strawberry one.” As you walked towards the bathroom of the establishment, putting your card back in your wallet, you started to think about his words, wasn’t this place well known? What made it so special to Nika that the server had to point out how she never brought strangers there?
Wiping your hands off on your trousers, you go up to your table to collect Nika before swinging by the counter to pick up your to-go order, the brown paper bag looking out of place next to the two of you. It seems like she’s sobered up at least a little as she looks at you questioningly, her eyes soon falling to the bag in your hands and then back up at your face.
The bell chimes again when the two of you exit the diner, the cooling air of the late night a contrast to the warm atmosphere of the diner.
“What’s that for?” The furrow in her brow is so endearing that you almost feel the skip in your heartbeat, her eyes narrowing at you ever so slightly. Her arm threads through yours, one of your hands in the pocket of your trousers, creating the perfect space for her arm to go through.
You sneak a glance at her, flyaways being highlighted by the streetlights you were passing. Her head meets your shoulder as you start to walk back to the party, her apartment couldn’t be too far from it considering she hadn’t mentioned anything when you offered to walk her home.
“It’s for you, I just know that hungover Nika is going to crave Donna’s diner’s milkshakes to calm her raging headache.” You tease her softly, but there was definite truth there either way.
If there was one thing you knew about being hungover, then it was that good food usually helped at least a little (well, after the spells of throwing up everything from the previous night.) You give her a cheeky smile as you near the party once more, the booming music being heard from miles away.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.” She speaks sincerely, you just smile at her in response, did you have to do it? No, but she’d kept you company all night so you did it anyway.
“Hey, can I just stop by my friend’s car before I walk you home? I just have to get something.” You were so thankful that you’d stolen the keys from Em before you went into the party only hours before. Leading her to the beat up truck, unlocking it and opening the door, you place the bag on the ground before you look through the glove compartment.
Finding the cartridge of painkillers and the pen that you were searching for with a small ‘aha’. The post-it notes Em always kept in her car finally came to use when you stole one, writing a quick message on it before sticking it to the plastic of the painkillers and dropping it down the brown paper bag.
You lock the car up, despite it being a piece of shit that no one would ever steal, Em always insisted on you locking it.
Walking up to her side once more, you open your mouth to speak.
“So, lead the way home love.” You gesture for her to take the lead, it was her apartment after all. Taking your free hand in hers, the girl starts to lead you towards her apartment building, walking calmly side by side with your hands swinging between your bodies.
After passing countless trees, and even more cars, you suddenly find yourselves at the bottom of the slanted hill leading up to where she lives, and when you actually start to walk up the long walkway, it’s slowly almost like you’re both resisting the natural order of events.
But you had to leave her, both Em and Harvard were waiting for you and no matter how much you tried to resist, you knew that’s ultimately where you had to go, it was your life even if the girl you’d just met seemed far more interesting than anything.
When you reach the top, just meters away from the door, you hand her the bag, smiling timidly when she reached out to hug you, her inviting perfume enveloping you in a blanket of warmth. When she pulls away, she thanks you one last time for your kindness.
“Really, it’s no problem.” You reassure her, smiling softly when she turns back towards you one last time before the distance between you becomes larger and larger, her fingers soon punching in the code to open the door.
“Wait!” You call out for her right as she’s about to enter the building, her head turning back to you questioningly. “Don’t forget to put it in the fridge when you get in.” She smiles and nods before disappearing behind the door.
You start your walk back to the party a few minutes after the door has closed, something just keeping you rooted to the ground. It wasn't until you heard your name get called by that familiar voice that you turned around, seeing Nika through her open window, waving at you as you walked away.
It almost felt like you were in some cheesy romance movie as you waved back, turning to walk away after she closed her window.
Truth be told, the evening had felt like something straight out of a romcom and some part deep down loved it. It loved the cheesy moments of pure unbridled love, the ability to express yourself freely, to dance in the rain, be your true authentic self in front of someone else was something you didn’t even know you longed for before you met Nika.
You shove your hands into the pockets of your trousers, every step you take moving you closer and closer to the frat house, closer to Em and closer to getting back to Boston.
Seeing Em sitting out on the steps of the house has you confused, why was she out there?
“Em? What are you doing out here?” You ask the clearly incredibly intoxicated Emma, your loud voice not even startling her, her slow movements showing just how drunk she is. The squeal she lets out when she sees you has you covering your ears, the intrusive sound killing your tired head.
She tries to stand up, but it just looks like Bambi on ice, stumbling and falling at every second. You come up and sling her arm around your shoulder, bringing her over to her car and sitting her down in the passenger seat.
“I’m not cleaning up if you throw up in here, just so you know.” She nods drunkenly, clearly not understanding a word you were saying.
“The reason why I was sitting outside is a long story.” She leans her head against the window, and knowing Em, she was probably imagining herself in a music video right at that moment.
“You can tell me tomorrow.” The car starts with a rumble and you pull out of the parking space on the side of the road, quickly pulling out and starting to drive on the main road.
It’s quiet for a while and you almost believe that Emma’s asleep, well almost since her feet move back and forth against the floor every so often.
“Where were you huh? What were you doing?” Her words are incredibly slurred and you can barely make out what it is she’s trying to say.
“None of your business mate.” She snickers at you, reading way too much into your response than she should have.
“You got some.” The way your face turns red doesn’t help your case even in the slightest, especially when she herself points out your reddening cheeks.
“Shut up and go to sleep, Em.” Your voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, still embarrassed by her insinuation.
“Mhm, you totally got some pussy.” You sigh as she laughs again, she was clearly getting a lot more joy from the situation than you were.
“Go to sleep Em.”
“Mhm.”
Maybe she had been right after all, maybe you had fun and maybe, just maybe the decision to go to the party was a good one. Not that you’d ever let her know that.
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You have a thing for accents, they find out/ you have an accent - TF 141, Los Vaqueros + Farah + Valeria + Alex
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includes: captain price, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, johnny "soap" mactavish, kate laswell, farah karim, alex keller, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, valeria garza (everyone getting fed today; yes the boys get their smutty content too)
gn!reader, except for laswell x fem!reader (she's a lesbian, argue w the wall), fem terms of endearment
warnings: nsfw content, dirty talk (like a lot), degradation kink, praise kink (yes, you get both) reader has a tendecy to repeat words they like the sound of (pretty much copies the way they say it bc it sounds nice), multiple themes idk what i'm talking about atp
word count: 2.5k+, aprox. 250 words/ character
enjoy <3
Captain John Price
he doesn't notice it at first, he just thinks you're smiling because his dad jokes are good
you say he sounds like a regular British dad at a football match (yes, football, I'm European too)
it makes his day because if he hadn't joined the military he would have probably been one by now
you call him Bravo 0-6 sometimes, you say it in his accent because why wouldn't you
repeating his favorite phrases from missions that he brags about because you think it's cute
insert cute Price smiley face here when he hears you(bc i love it so much)
you asked him for wa-ah once, he still isn't over it
you call him a lad/old man if his accent becomes really prominent
but you can't help the way his words make your heart race and the way he says them...
your underwear is sopping wet, your honor!
you freeze up and blush when he pulls off the filthiest sentence in a British accent
when he starts talking dirty during sex you can't help but moan louder/twitch/squeeze around him
that's when he figures it out
it kind of just connects in his brain and he uses it to his advantage
"look at the way you're taking me so good, princess"
will not let you live, constantly teases you about it
he'd call you 'princess' and 'duckling'
you quack at him if you're reallly feeling silly
recorded you doing it once, his favorite video of you by far
Simon "Ghost" Riley
you call him posh just to annoy him
gives you the hardest side eye of your entire life and you take it back
you tell him the Queen died and he doesn't have to keep the act up when he really pushes it (he calls you a tosser)
insert one of his dad jokes in here
you only laugh because you love him and your humor is broken
probably uses 'bloody' on the regular; calls you 'luv' and 'pet" 100%
like that man could just pull out a "What in the bloody hell did you just do, pet?" and you'd turn back time to make him happy
calls you his princess. emphasis on 'his" because it's never missing
definitely also the type of person to just copy whatever you said if he likes the way it sounds
when you're arguing, you just copy the phrases he said as arguments
good that the mask hides his smile or he'd always lose
loves the fact that you use terms of endearment in your native language for him (for my multilingual babes)
struggles to learn your native language but still tries
listens in on your conversations just so he can learn it better
upset when he can't learn bc his job doesn't give him enough time
turns into a big softie if you scold him in it
you record phone calls and save voice notes so you can listen to them while he's gone on missions
just the sound of his voice is so hot comforting
dirty talker supreme! i feel like he'd praise you more but there's a hint of degradation
just like a sparkle and he'd ask you five times beforehand if it's okay with you
you can't help it when your brain goes blank, the sound of his voice filling up every single corner of your mind (his dick does the same)
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
you also call him posh
actually pulls out a posh accent to egg you on
you're both laughing so hard by the end of it
pulls out the most British of British sentences and leaves you shocked because the only word you understood was 'and'
clap because that's impressive
loves your accent if you have one
makes you say a word three times because he's fucking head over heels for the way your voice sounds
dirty talk champ!
but only when he feels like it
makes you beg for him to do it because he thinks you look cute on your knees so pouty
"my love, look at you getting all wet just from the sound of my voice. isn't that cute?"
his laugh!!
makes you laugh too even if nothing is funny
sends you long voice notes with how his day went or cuddles you on the couch while doing it
and you just sit and nod while listening, not saying a word
not because you're bored but because you love listening to the way he emphasizes certain words
type of boyfriend to send you a podcast of a debrief of his activities
he does it while coming back from missions even though his voice is so tired
and it just makes your heart skip a beat because it tingles your brain in the right spot
groggy morning voice, his accent all over the place, stumbling over his words because he got home late last night and barely slept
mumbles incoherent compliments? confessions? before you kiss him and make him get more rest
Johnny "Soap" Mactavish
literally pulls out the most Scottish sentence out of his ass
and you fold for some reason???
he's confused because he's used to Ghost telling him to speak English but you just nod along
you also ask him to translate because you don't understand
you pick up some of the phrases he likes to say and use them around your friends before you realize they won't understand
you try to decipher his accent sometimes
you either nod along even though you don't understand and hope you don't need the context
or you ask him to use less Scottish terminology/tone down his accent
you'd repeat certain phrases he says, out loud when doing random things
it melts his heart
he'd say the funniest joke ever and laugh at it for 10 minutes before realizing you didn't understand him
he explains it, you laugh because you don't want to hurt his feelings (it was a dad joke)
giggled a little the first time he talked dirty, you were flustered already and couldn't hold it back
you make him send you voice notes/ call you when you're masturbating now
his fucking pleasure tbh, has to hide from his team so they don't hear him spewing the filthiest shit known to man
someone caught him once, he said he was talking to his mom
Gaz is now confused as to why he would use 'cunt' in a conversation with his mom
starts saying his Scottish lover's speech and you mumble parts of it because you already know it by heart
you actually start saying it with him at some point
Kate Laswell
really concerned? but also not surprised that you have an accent/voice kink
like wdym call you 'her angel' again because you need to hear the way she says it
pulls out American mom slang on you
you call her mommy as a joke, it wasn't a joke
she catches on because it's not the first time you did it but doesn't say anything about it
understands people with heavy accents like almost perfectly
"i have to"
would pick up little words in your native language
you would also pick up her mom monologue
so when soap does something dumb and you start scolding him like Laswell would you're a little shocked
she'd be somewhere nearby and hear you, little proud smile on her lips
you have to explain whatever slang you're using to her
finally understands what gaz and soap say afterwards
i dont think she'd be big on dirty talk
so when it slips out once, you stare at her in confusion before processing her words
you beg her to do it more often
literally sitting on her lap while she does her paperwork (surprising that she even let you do that)
and you whisper sweet nothings in her ear, trying to convince her to take a break and relax
"come on, hun, you know I can't do that. people depend on me" in that cute concerned tone of hers <3 <3
pulls out the filthiest flirting tactics known to man when a little drunk
"how about you sit there and look pretty for me?" and you do
she pulls you in her car and fingers you until you're screaming while whispering about how cute you sound
it changes your brain chemistry
Farah Karim
disappointed but not surprised
she feeds into your kink thing just because she can
catches you staring in awe when she speaks in Arabic, finds it adorable
lowkey find the way she talks mesmerizing
like you can listen to her voice and watch the way she gesticulates for hours on end
has that leader/public speaker charisma to her that gets you hooked
barks orders at you because she forgets she's not on mission
apologizes immediately because you're her baby and she feels bad about it
also scolds you in Arabic before translating
bilingual queen chastises you in two languages because you did something dumb
but you die inside whenever she praises you
"my good girl, you did well" like yes ma'am, yes you did and you'll do it again if it means you can hear those words coming out of her mouth again
tries to do dirty talk but fails miserably (her face is too serious istg)
makes you un-horny not because it's that bad but because you're laughing so hard for like 10 minutes, you have to comfort her afterwards bc she's sulking not amused
you just weren't used to it
asks Alex for tips on how to improve (she's really sacrificing her dignity for you)
decided to use her new skills when you were close to climaxing because you'd probably be too dazed to care at that point
you weren't, you still remember her words to this day
you play back every single filthy thing she ever said when you masturbate
Alex Keller
our American boy™
you make him do the college bro accent
you both end up laughing on the floor because you joined in and made it funnier
pure chaos ensues
if you have an accent he'd look at you with the most lovestruck eyes
literally grinning ear to ear if you speak in your native language, this man is the biggest simp known to exist
wants to hear jokes in your native language even though they make no sense when translated
he can mimick some British slang/ can say some words in a British accent
you tell him to stick to his American English because he's hurting your ears
you mimick him lovingly when he uses really American phrases/ his accent becomes really white boy™ from the USA
he flirts in frat boy sometimes but it's Alex so you find it cute
another dirty talk champ!
like his voice is so smooth and soothing while he says it. his face is just unbothered, maybe a little smirk under his mustache
"such a sweet angel, already soaking for my dick, hm?"
insert ocean cosplay here
I feel like he'd mimick Siri and be on point
also reads you books while you try to sleep, his voice really does wonders whenever you have insomia
you make him record himself reading so you can listen to it on repeat while he's on duty
Valeria Garza
she figures it out in the first week of dating you
you still don't understand how she did it, you weren't that obvious
she said Chicago once (literally went feral over cartel mommy)
it plays on loop in your mind at random times and you have to ask her to say it again so it stops, she refuses sometimes just to see you suffer
you also copy her facial expressions and her gestures when you repeat something she says
lowkey impressed by how spot on you are, thinks of ways to use it for her own benefit
teaches you Spanish!!! she'd do it herself and give you hw while she's gone on business trips
she'd bend you over her lap and spank you for every question you got wrong
speaks whole dialogues with you in Spanish just to encourage you to learn, would not translate if you didn't understand (her lap looking hella empty rn)
so happy when you can finally understand most of her sentences but doesn't show it, just praises you
"Qué bonito... que bien ahí. Well done" (iykyk, I watch that scene religiously)
Spanglish all the way when she's fucking you
She'd just slide her strap in and degrade you
"Such a greedy slut for me. Aren't you, muñequita?" she wouldn't move until you confirmed it with words
"Eres una chica tan patética" (google translate pulls through until i actually learn Spanish)
she started arguing in Spanish with you at some point, you got wet
she had to stop when she noticed you were looking at her like that
Alejandro Vargas
literally frat boy flirting archetype
but he's so nice and you can't help giggling when he calls you those cute nicknames in Spanish
you start calling him Vaquero because really look at him, tell me he wouldn't be a ranch hand if he weren't in the military
spews out the most toe curling, smutty sentences in Spanish because he knows you don't understand
literally only does it so he can see your cute confused face
would also teach you Spanish
had a period of time when he would refuse to use English with you because you needed to learn
he stopped when you cried in frustration (literally lasted 3 hours)
big simp if you have an accent
just smiles while you talk and when you ask him why he just shrugs
learns random cute phrases in your first language and says them while you least expect it
you had to stop for a second and take it in before blushing
you sometimes share one singular multilingual braincell
when neither of you can remember the word in English or in any other language
the toaster is now officially the bread torch
figures out you have a thing for accents when you keep talking about how nice he sounds while speaking Spanish
it's being used against you
"Eres un cachorro tan guarro~
makes fun of you because you listen to his voice notes on repeat sometimes
he caught you doing it once and now he brings it up biweekly
Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra
my fav vaquero (sorry Alejandro) bc he's just so sweet
literally praises everything you do, bonus points if it's in Spanish
makes your heart beat so fast
if you get mad he'd wrap his arms around you while trying to calm you down
"Calma, bebé. Take it easy"
and it works? like the moment you hear his voice and his gentle words you're calm again
there's something tranquil about the way he says stuff
mostly uses Spanish right after waking up
gruffy voice + him whispering sweet nothings in your ear
and you understand most of it because he took his sweet time to teach you
corrects you in the sweetest way possible
so happy when you learned how to roll your Rs
begs you to say it again because it makes his heart flutter
soft dom who loves to praise you even if you're being a brat
"Ah mi princesita, you're being so cute right now. " while he's pinning you down and pressing kisses to your whole body
literally kills you with kindness
like you're really going to be a brat after he calls you all those sweet names???
literally giggling and moaning at the same time because you're flustered
like this man is really telling you he loves you while he's balls deep in you
struggles to learn your native language
powers through tho
stumbles on his words and you help him out (that cute boy smile on his face when he gets it right)
rarely yells but when he does...
he got mad at someone over the phone and you overheard him
changes your brain structure
and then he picks you up to complain about it, his annoyed voice literally fueling scenarios to your brain
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Okay. You gave this one the okay so HERE WE GO:
Elagabalus, the Roman emperor famous for wanting to be female so badly that the British Museum, of all places, has chosen to use she/her pronouns for her.
Here is why I select Elagabalus of all people: the location and the crucifix.
See, Drac and Elagabalus BOTH RULED THIS AREA, and I feel like Drac might theoretically find her deeply amusing for this reason. He’s deeply sadistic and I think getting to go “who’s emperor NOW bitch” would entertain him. Sure, she’s an annoying entitled teenager, but he holds all the cards—except one.
And that one is “no fucking way would Elagabalus turn down a gift from someone wishing her to return to the throne.”
Because to Elagabalus, the cross wouldn’t be a symbol of Christianity. Christians were still using the fish when she was in power. She’d see it as a symbol of Roman might. So from her perspective it’s not “please remember the power of Christ,” but rather “please remember the power of your empire and accept this symbol of your authority.” Of course she’s taking the crucifix. Of course she’s wearing it. She’s probably outright flaunting it because this weirdo with the beard might not recognize her authority, but the local peasantry does, and what does Count Thingamabob think of THAT, hmm?
With that said, lest we think torture and hilarities of culture clash are entirely on Elagabalus’ side, she was notorious for not being able to keep it in her pants. Er…toga, I suppose. Like. SIGNIFICANTLY so. Like “married four times, including once to a vestal virgin, by age 19” incapable. And her mother isn’t in the castle to tell her that the only idea worse than getting with the Girlies is trying to get with DRACULA, and regardless of her personal level of, uh, interest in him—which isn’t entirely out of the question because she did have a husband—she might see it as a way to get on his good side in order to murderate her way back into power.
The question is entirely a balance between the crucifix and Dracula’s sadism versus Elagabalus’ libido and lack of ability to accept no as an answer, which isn’t in the historical record but I feel like it probably goes without saying when you’re dealing with a teenage god-king.
What say ye?
Oh my this is a delightful point about the crucifix. Yes my Empire is very good at torturing people to death, why do you ask? Yeah not to brag but we kind of invented nailing people to things and watching them slowly suffocate as a warning to the countryside. And Dracula's just like -_- or maybe he's like yeah no yeah that's cool one of my kinsmen was super into impaling it was like a whole thing very similar concept
Anyway I will say that the crucifix doesn't actually prevent Dracula from touching Jonathan, just from touching the crucifix. The whole shaving incident hinged on the fact that Dracula is at that point trying very hard not to murder his guest, who is making it real hard by bleeding at him. Unless Elagabalus is actively deploying the crucifix to ward herself, as Van Helsing does against a much weaker vampire in the cemetery, Dracula can still probably figure out a way to kill her if he really wants to. And of course there's also wolves.
So will Dracula find the notion of being actively pursued by a teen with a god complex amusingly entertaining, or will their political rivalries and massive egos put them at odds?
I think on the balance the Emperor Elagabalus can not survive Castle Dracula, but it's going to be a very funny couple of weeks, especially if she tries to prank Dracula with whoopie cushions.
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Something Else
Ch.1 || Split
Pairing: TF141 x F!Reader
Warnings: Canon-typical violence(?), Swearing, Mention of a mental health condition (DID) If you’re not okay with it you can avoid this chapter.
Other note: I’m sorry for any inaccuracies that you might notice, I will gladly work on it if you point it out^^ Please be kind tho ;-;
A/N: Sorry it got delayed but it’s here! I hope you enjoy it~
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In the covert world of the British SAS, where elite operatives are honed through rigorous challenges, there emerges an extraordinary figure known only in hushed whispers and concealed records. She is a woman of exceptional fortitude, achieving the unprecedented feat of becoming the youngest to join the SAS. In her late twenties, she wields unmatched skills that have earned her the reverence of seasoned veterans and the respect of her peers.
Yet, beneath her unmatched capabilities lies a hidden truth that adds an intricate layer to her enigmatic persona - she battles with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) earning the code name ‘Split’ but within her psyche reside distinct identities, each manifesting its own specialized talents, memories, and perceptions. Amidst the turmoil of her mind, an astonishing tapestry of skills converges, making her an enigma and an indomitable force.
As a sniper, she possesses a profound connection with her rifle, threading needles with bullets to strike targets from unimaginable distances. Her mastery of close-quarters combat transforms her into a lethal symphony of precision and efficacy, making her an unrivaled CQB specialist capable of altering the course of the most treacherous encounters. Embracing solitude, she becomes one with the silence, navigating perilous terrains that few dare to tread. Her uncanny ability to infiltrate enemy strongholds and extract critical intelligence- with almost little to no trace has become a legend whispered among the clandestine circles.
In the face of adversity, she seamlessly shifts between identities, employing the intricacies of her mind as both a shield and a weapon. Her dance between personas bewilders adversaries and outwits danger. A symphony of tactical brilliance unfurls, leaving behind no trace of her presence.
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“I don’t need another soldier joining us-“
“Yes, you do, Price. You don’t admit it but you’re breaking-“
“I’m not- and so are they.”
Laswell looks at Price, sadness and frustration evident in her eyes as she scans his face; What a stubborn man, she thinks to herself.
"What if I were to inform you that Split has given their affirmative commitment to join the Task Force and is standing by for your approval, hm?" Laswell states with precision and a sense of determination. With a subtle sip of her coffee, she swiftly extracts a sleek folder from her bag and crisply slides it across the table to Price.
Price's eyes widen in disbelief as he gazes at the folder resting in front of him. The weight of the revelation sinks in, and he takes a moment to process the gravity of the situation. His mind races with the implications of having Split on board, a valuable addition to the Task Force.
Finally, Price looks up, meeting Laswell's unwavering gaze. "How did you get ahold of them?" he asks, his voice tinged with a mix of astonishment and excitement. The possibilities of this collaboration are both daunting and enticing, and he can feel the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders.
"I've successfully tracked down Split through my contacts," Laswell asserts with a determined tone, leaning in closer to Price. "Discreet communication has been established."
Price listens as he goes through the folder, taking note of how little information it contains, apart from the achievements and past missions. “(Y/N) Katastrof, looks like we got another ghost joining the team.” He mutters under his breath. Price takes a deep breath, his eagerness palpable in the air as he gazes at the folder in front of him. "I've heard the whispers about Split," he admits, his voice low and contemplative. "I’ve been trying to track ‘em down but despite my efforts, I've never had the chance to get ahold of them."
Laswell nods, understanding Price's desire to have Split on their team. "I know you've been eager to make this happen," she says, her tone supportive. "And now that we have this opportunity, we need to tread carefully."
Price looks up, determination shining in his eyes. "We can't let this chance slip away, if they're willing to join us, then bloody hell let’s make it happen."
Laswell smiles, seeing Price's commitment to the mission and the potential of this collaboration. "I share your enthusiasm," she says. "We'll move forward cautiously, ensuring that everything is in place before we bring them on board."
Price nods, feeling a mix of excitement and responsibility. "I'll have the team prepare for the integration," he says. "We need to make sure everyone is on board and understands the significance of this addition."
Laswell stands, ready to support Price in this critical decision. "I'll handle the communication with Split," she states. "We'll verify their commitment and ensure that their skills align with our objectives."
As they finalize their plan, Price and Laswell know that they're on the verge of a significant moment for the Task Force. Their shared determination and strategic approach give them the confidence that, with Split's inclusion, they can take their missions to new heights. Together, they'll navigate the challenges ahead, and with the right balance of caution and enthusiasm, they're ready to welcome Split into the ranks of the Task Force.
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“Fuckin’ minx! I’ll blow your brains out!”
“Stop whining, will ya?” Was the last thing that man heard before getting his neck snapped. Dusting her gloves off, she stares at the dead body in front of her, smirking under her balaclava. “Poor lad, would’ve gotten a less painful passing if he cooperated.” She mumbles to herself as she checks her gear for any missing items.
“Lieutenant, help” A weak voice calls out, causing her to snap out of the state she was in, pausing her movements to listen again. A cough echoes throughout the room she’s in, her feet leading her to the source of it until her eyes settled on a soldier, bleeding out on the floor. Eyes widening, her body moves, quickly grabbing a tourniquet from her medical kit.
“Fuck did you got yourself into, Rook?” She says to the man; he’s too young, she thinks to herself as she wraps the band around his leg, pausing to look at him “It’s gonna hurt like a bitch but I need you to take it for me, yeah? I know you can take more than this” She waits for his approval before tightening the band, the soldier letting out a muffled groan.
“Hurts more than your kicks, ma’am, but I’ll take your hits over this any time of the fucking day” Rook says, chuckling as he leans back on the wall. “Got everything we need?” He asks, trying to catch his breath.
“Of course we do, sarge.” She looks up at him, giving a wink before going back to disinfecting his wound. “Call for exfil while I do this” She says quietly as she starts to patch him up. Rook following what she says as he contacts the rest of their squadron.
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“Soap, don’t put too much weight on it or else you’re gonna fall”
“WHERE’M A MEANT TAEPUT MA WEIGHT? WHERE?! AH CANNAE PUT MA WEIGHT OON TH’ ROOF IS DEAD THIN!”
Gaz laughs as he watches Soap try to get his shoe from the roof, Ghost watching in amusement while he cleans his knives. The scotsman speaking almost too fast for the both of them to understand which only caused Gaz to laugh even harder. Unbeknownst to them, their Captain stepping out for a smoke, gruff as ever made his presence known by coughing.
“Captain” Ghost turns around and nods at him as Soap panics and slips off of the roof, a yelp followed by a grunt as he hit the floor; Gaz trying his best to stop himself from laughing before greeting his captain.
“Tomorrow at 0900 hours, we’ll be having a briefing along with Laswell.” He says nodding back at the men before lighting up his cigar, confused as to why they’re still looking at him. “Go on, at ease” He takes a drag on his cigar and looking off to think.
“And Soap, get off the floor.”
“Solid, Cap”
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Ch. 2 || Introductions
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Would you maybe be able to bring other editors on board? Perhaps teach Lyarrah how you do your jazz so she can take over for a couple weeks. Unless I'm mistaken in assuming that her job is just copy pasting the script into the YouTube captions feature. I don't really know how captioning works
Okay, this is actually quite fun to talk about because YES! Youtube's caption system does have a feature where you can get auto-captions made if you just feed it the transcript of the video!
HOWEVER, Lyarrah's job on the Recap is not to just do that.
First and foremost, Ly actually handles all of the metadata of the vids except thumbnails. Tags, description and even the titles are all things she has to fill in after I upload, because by that time I have absolutely 0 energy to do that. She also is the one moderating the comments. Even if I'm often the one to reply, she does a lot to filter out the bad stuff and add spam-filters.
Then she has to make the actual captions. Even with the script available, this is actually still a serious undertaking. Because that feature that you just feed the script and it puts the timings in automatically? It sucks ass. The timings are all over the place, it struggles with even the british accent and it couldn't add who is speaking or sound/tone descrptions even if you put them in. And with Recaps specifically, it couldn't put in the parts where the Hermits themselves are speaking, because THEIR LINES ARE NOT EVEN IN THE SCRIPT! What clips to use and to add to the video is mostly decided in the video-editing phase, long after the script is written. So that stuff needs to be added later. But because it's not in the script, the system gets confused about parts where the words that are not in the script are said, and just puts whatever lines in there. As a result, cleaning up after the algorithm takes longer than to just make whole new subtitles. WHICH IS WHAT LYARRAH ACTUALLY DOES.
More or less every video she makes captions for is re-transcribed by hand with the script only as a reference. This results in much better captions where she can even add her personal touch with the emojis to convey tone and all that!
I know there are automated systems in DaVinci Resolve and Adobe Premiere that could output pretty solid captions with working timings, and she's actually looking into that, and will be trying them out. But even then, it will be her responsibility and her choice to use these tools, because she's our captioning specialist. Whatever research she does will still be a load off my back.
But could she just edit the recaps for me? Funny you say that, because in theory? She probably could. Lyarrah and Pixlriffs are both adept video editors, each with their own youtube channels, and perfectly capable of producing videos no worse than what I make. Pix has already edited a couple recaps in the past, and every time he'd deliver on time and arguably a tighter product than what I make.
HOWEVER, the trick here is that to get the HC Recap done every week, week after week, on time and with passable editing, when the source material is a dozen videos at least and the result needs to be well paced, illustrative and well, passable, is a whole other ordeal. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but here you gotta not know how to edit, but know how to edit like a motherfucker.
...that doesn't mean "good" or "fast",... just.. like a motherfucker.
And for one, I wouldn't want to put that much work onto anyone, while for two, I wouldn't trust to put that much work onto anyone. Maybe to a professional editor or like, a TV-editor this isn't much, but I don't think I have the funds to hire one, especially when at the end of the day, to me the whole process has long become routine, entertainment even. I love the edit. Which is also why I struggle with stress and burnout the way I do: it is incomprehensible to me that I can't just sit down and do this like always!
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
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what do ur moots remind you of?(ex: places, colors, songs, etc)
(totally not sav)
oooo this seems like sm fun okay let's go! I really hope I did this right bc lord.
@redm4ri — the colour red it's literally so mari and bc she loves it, sunghoon ofc, the word 'honey' 😊, DOLLY OUR CHILD, the country where shes from, the cruel prince trilogy (mari cardan is the best you'll get it turst me), snapchat shes the only reason I still have it fr
@delcakoo2 — soccer because she used to play and that's soifhueisiud, BC duhh, AIB I convinced her to watch that show and then we screamed abt it to e/o, applehoon pc, Yeonjun, doors on roblox bc we played it together (I carried btw), LOL I don't like lol players but ema is am exception
@.ddeonudepressions — sunoo bc yes, ateez and especially hongjoong, the ask you friend tiktoks bc we always sent each other those, the place where she lives ofc
@soov — jungwon rei is crazy for him like, whenever someone tells me to kms bc that's what she always does, also one of my irl friends since he always bullies me, brazil, jjk we talk to e/o abt it a lot, the percy jackson series I read it all bc of her fic, jaan bc that's the nn I gave her even though I dont use it
@ox1-lovesick — katrina kaif, TXT if you know sav you will know how much she loves them, fuckboy. When I tell you that sav and rei called me that for weeks I am not lying, any of the heuning siblings
@zzzseung — heeseung bc she's like his best and biggest fan, what she's studying, UOT bc we had multiple conversations abt it, where she lives, Taylor Swift like they both js come to mind yk?, whenever theres drama she knows like the first person I tell
@hanniluvi — I think tbz I think soph, sona, letters bc of her smau my penpal wait what which you need to read if you havent btw, the time when I first started reading on enhablr, the chuu bot on discord, jake
@flwoie — I'm your boy by tbz she has the song like injected in her veins atp, anything tbz related, soph, whenever someone says heart attack or cardiac arrest
@haknom — blueberry iykyk, her city, long ass acronyms bc guys. I had a heart attack trying to remember 'acgtdadnl', the words 'pays, bc of mpays (I'm so excited for that fic), webtoon bc yes 🤭, 'bubs' since that's my nn for her
@wonieleles — yale bc we were talking abt it in wme one day, mint chocolate, prom/hoco
@yenqa — apple cider by beabadoobee bc of her fic, the shatter me series, also arron (idk if I spelt that right) bc she loves that man even though I dont get it
@hsgwrld — europe fr as I like to say meg is my favourite european, dating apps 😭, arranged marriage aus bc of a wip
@kynrki — Ni-ki of course, also the time when I first started reading on enhablr, the colour yellow is so super kimmy to me
@seongclb — Britain I don't like British people but Kat is an exception y'all, 'magnet' bc that's in her fics name (kat I will read it soon i promise), pink!! that colour is so kat for some reason
@yeokii — queen lizzie 😝, henna bc it sounds like hana a bit, also srk
#SAV I LOVE YOUSHDBEJWJ#I'm so sorry if i had only a few thing for you 😕😕#i need to get better with communicating with y'all (and i will trust)#ꗃ — raven talks#𖠇 — moots#✉ — inbox#🜸 — anons#𐂴 — games
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Tangerines and deers- part 11
No this is NOT the last chapter, I’ll prolly make like one or two more when they actually start a life together yk what I mean?
Tag list: @slut-f0r-u, @wee-little-mouse
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah. But, I’d have to think about other places. Americas just…”
“The worst?”
“Yeah.”
You laughed “I know.”
Maria and Ladybug talked while you talked with Tangerine.
“Look, I’ll see you eventually, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. And then we go on that date you owe me- both dates.”
“Both?”
“Well.. while you were knocked out I might’ve said that if you didn’t wake up in the next 5 seconds than you owe me a second date. So you owe me a second date.” You shrugged.
“I don’t mind.” He flirted.
“Deer! C’mon, we gotta leave soon.”
You kissed Tangerines cheek, and said goodbye to Lemon.
“Maybe it is just about how we frame it. Like maybe there’s no bad luck or good luck. Maybe we’re all just agents of fate.” Ladybug said as you guys walked towards her car.
“Ooh! nice car.”
“Yes, it is. Try not to bleed on it. Or puke.” She looked at you.
Then, a telephone pole crashed down on her car.
You snickered. “You were saying?” You looked to Ladybug.
You guys walked away, and ladybug picked up a bag of peas.
“Oo, wasabi peas.”
“Gross.” You said in disgust.
“Their not that bad. Fate obviously didn’t want me to have that banana. Fate did not want us to get in that car.”
“Fate also is a pain in my ass.” You said.
“Well, maybe you guys- or maybe just you learned something.”
“Fate needs me to find a smart toilet.”
“I take that back. Can you hold it?”
“I’m ballpointing.”
“Walk faster.”
“Okay. Yeah.”
❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎
It’s been days since the job, you’ve done nothing except sleep and stare at your phone, waiting for a text. Any text. And sometimes getting up to eat and drink.
The only people who had texted you were Maria and Ladybug.
There was then a knock on your door, you groaned, getting up annoyed, and opening the door.
It was Ladybug. He let himself in when you opened the door.
“What?” You asked him.
“Hey… Me and Maria are just worried. Thought I’d check in with you. You haven’t answered our texts-“
“I’m fine. I’m alive, right?”
He sighed and shook his head and said your name- your real name.
“If your upset about the British guy-“
“Tangerine.”
“Yeah, whatever, It’s some stupid guy. You shouldn’t waste your time on him.”
“I know.” You sighed. “It’s just that I thought I would have finally found someone, Y’Know? Maybe even the one. I know that sounds like super cliché, but it’s true.”
“It’s alright. You’re still young. You will find someone, I promise you.”
“Well, you’re old, you still don’t have anyone.” You said.
“First of all, Ouch, and secondly I don’t want anyone.”
“I guess.” You mumbled and your phone got a notification. You took it out of your pocket.
“Hey, sorry I haven’t texted. I’ve been busy, and we have decided that we are going to move to America. It seems the best and smartest idea for work and other things.”
Other things? You thought but continued reading.
“But anyways, I’m really sorry. And I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get there.”
“That him?” Ladybug asked, peeking at the message.
“Yeah.”
“That’s a shitty apology.”
“Well, I mean, he told me he doesn’t know shit about things like this. And that he never had a real girlfriend, only some in high school but they all used him.”
“Oh. Got it, got it. You’ve never had one either, though. You usually just hook up with whoever and then you’re done with them. This is good, I’m glad.” He said.
“Yeah. You were right, maybe I should just look at it like you do.”
“You don’t have to be me, I just want you to grow, as a person. And you are, and I’m happy you are. I’ll always be here for you.” He said, with a small smile.
You smiled back, and he hugged you this time.
Maybe it was time to look at things on the bright side, maybe this would work out after all.
#tangerine x reader#bullet train#aaron taylor johnson#bullet train x reader#tangerine#tangerine bullet train#aaron taylor johnson x reader#platonic ladybug x reader
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Blood & Wine
Red and other colors.
I don't know if we could call it "Chapter 1" but I'm certainly planning on making it a part of the small (or not) series called "Blood & Wine"
P. S. Highly advise you all to check out the song by Schmalgauzen - Кров і Вино (Blood & Wine) which basically inspired me to write this.
P. P. S. Big thanks too @cloudofbutterflies92 and @chloekistune for giving me bravery to post this. Love you❤
The day started wrong. Like, really wrong. First, she couldn't find her morning sedatives; then she was searching through the house to find her favorite high heels, the ones she believed always brought her luck. A psychologist with OCD, the irony strikes again.
It's as if life gave "all the bad things" carte blanche to make the woman feel horrible in every way. Her body hurts from the position she was sleeping in, her tea is now cold - it can't wait for her, while she is searching for her favorite footwear.
Miss Unlucky knows not to keep testing her own limits. Choosing to get a taxi was the right choice because Kate Laswell is already trying to get to the psychologist through the messages.
Somehow, Laswell thought that it would be a good idea not to wait for the psychologist near the entrance to the military base but to wait inside, discussing something with the Captain whom the girl knows as Captain John Price. Okay, she's a big girl, she'll find a way through the base, probably.
Getting there was a challenge; no one in their right mind would let a civilian car inside the military base, that was understandable, so the psychologist walked in her high heels on the uneven pavement, feeling more than stupid.
The base was dimly lit, no people inside right now, which gave eerie energy. No sound was heard except the psychologist's red-soled high heels clicking on the base's floor. The more steps she takes, the less she wants to be here; the less she wants to be here, the more she wants to just turn around and pretend like she never even thought about coming inside this base.
The empty corridors of the military building slowly made the woman start panicking. There was no one she could ask for directions towards Captain Price's office.
The girl stood still, thinking. This whole situation gives off too much headache for no reason. In her peripheral vision, the woman saw movement. In the dimly lit corridor, it turns out that, to her happiness or horror (she had not yet decided), the girl was not alone. Her heart began to pound with surprise, and she froze in place, stunned by this meeting. She sees a huge buff guy in full tactical gear wearing a skull mask and balaclava coming out of the shadow. The soldier didn't say a word, just stared at her with his motionless brown eyes through his skull mask, studying her, his eyes stopped on her ginger hair for a second then moved on, looking at her attire, so different from military clothing he used to seeing every day. That was probably the famous Ghost, Laswell mentioned.
'Well... I think I could give my high heels a running test,' the woman thought, staring at the soldier.
The man moved slowly, almost making no sound which was impressive considering his size. The psychologist tensed but trusted Laswell's words: all men of Task Force 141 are reasonable. As the soldier approached, most likely noticing the hints of confusion and curiosity on the girl’s face, he spoke in a deep, calm voice that possessed a British accent.
"You are heading to Captain Price?"
The psychologist nodded, calming down. "Yes, sir. I'm here by Kate Laswell's request."
The soldier only nodded, but then suddenly his eyes, that she could barely see under the mask, fell on something behind her. "If you want to greet the new addition, you should just come and do so, MacTavish. Do not eavesdrop."
The psychologist turned on her heels to look at whoever was scolded by Ghost.
"Oh, come on, LT. Ye know I was not eavesdropping! Lassie's got a nice accent." From the shadows, another figure came out. It was a young and handsome soldier, his blue eyes shined brightly under the dim light. Woman barely stopped herself from giggling when she saw the mohawk on his head. Is he ten or something?
"Price has called in the briefing. This lady is needed to be escorted there too," Ghost wasn't very talkative, that's fine by her. Less explaining to do.
"Oh, didn't know they would send such a bonnie lass to us. I'm John MacTavish, callsign Soap." his Scottish accent is nice to the ear.
"Nice to meet you. I know your names, though. Laswell gave me a short briefing before today's meeting," psychologist shrugged her shoulders, feeling like that revelation made Ghost tens up.
"Then why don't we know your name?" British soldier asked.
"Because it was part of the deal."
The meeting with Price went smoothly; he's a responsible Captain. The woman got introduced to another member of the Task Force 141 who goes by callsign Gaz. He's reserved, and from what she could gather, looks up to the Captain. Who wouldn't, though?
Laswell, bless her soul, was short about the psychologist's personal information. And there is nothing the new interrogation expert values more than people who can keep to their word.
Captain Price, who turned out to be responsible and serious man also showed his more humorous side, finding this whole 'nameless expert' situation quite amusing.
"Well, it wouldn't be right calling you Jane Doe, would it?" He asked, rhetorically. "I used to call her Thirteen," Laswell's voice rang through Price's office. "Ah, like the unlucky number!" Scottish accent rang behind the psychologist, his voice has that teasing side in it.
The girl feels like she isn't even supposed to be here. Feels like when parents-teachers meeting is happening and she is just a schoolgirl that supposed to be home, doing her thing.
"Poor lassie, the unlucky number..." Soap keeps nagging the girl as if trying to get something from her.
She is an anxious person; when people talk over her, as if she is not there... It makes her blood boil.
"The only unlucky number here is the number that your hairdresser did on you." The girl spits out. And only when the room becomes quiet the realization comes to her.... Scottish sergeant was trying to rile her up, to see how far he could go. And she... she fell for the provocation. Unprofessionally so.
The room is quiet for a few moments, till she hears MacTavish's soft chuckle. The psychologist looked around slightly, noticing the amused reactions of her soon-to-be coworkers. "I like this one," Gaz's whisper was heard.
"That one is gonna be called Red," Ghost finally spoke up, looking through his skull face mask, straight at the embarrassed woman who just showed her teeth to the elite team, as if trying to read her soul and mind.
'What the hell did I get myself into?' Is the only thought Red has now. And would probably have from now on too.
Tag list: @cloudofbutterflies92 @chloekistune
#cod oc#oc:red#cod self insert (maybe)#cod self insert#blood & wine#blood & wine series#Spotify#self insert: red#self insert
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LONDON ADVENTURE
Joseph Quinn & female y/n
Summary: You have your first date with Joseph Quinn. (slow burn)
Warnings: 18+, none so far, except Joseph Quinn winking
Part 2
The name sounded familiar to you. Joseph Quinn? You heard that name before. After another few seconds of hesitation, you finally decided to tap on calling. “It´s Joe.” , the British accent from the other side of the line made your heart jump again. He had a beautiful British accent, you had a thing for that to be honest. “Hi.”, you said shyly. “Oh, is that you, y/n?” “Yes, hi Joe.”, you started to sweat a little. You just met him like three hours ago, why did he make you feel like that? “What´s up, darling?” “Oh.”, you forgot to prepare a speech, dumbass. “Ehm…I just wanted to make sure you get my number…” Yes, y/n, great idea. “Okay, I have it now, love.” You could hear him smiling through the phone. A few seconds it was silent, none of you said something. “Maybe we can go out someday.”, you were shocked by yourself that you were brave enough to ask that. Every other guy you asked out before rejected you, so you didn´t really dared to do it in the last couple of years. For a moment you hold your breath, really scared what his answer would be to that. “Love that.” You sighed in relief. Oh my god, oh my god, repeatedly in your head, trying to keep yourself together. But you could not stop yourself from starting to awkwardly dance around your room. “Y/n, tell me when you have time?”, Joe interrupted your little dance. “Ehm, I only work on weekdays, till 4 pm every day. And I don’t really know anybody here, so I´m free…basically every day.”, quickly you regretted saying that, it sounded desperate, exactly what you were trying to avoid. “I´m free on Wednesday, Friday and on the weekend. Next week I have to fly to the states for work. Maybe we can make it this week?” “That would be great”, he seemed really interested, so you started to feel a little bit more calm again. “Wednesday sounds great.”, that was the next day, but he offered it and you had time, and honestly couldn´t wait to see him again.
“You don´t understand. You had tons of dates before! This is a first for me!” “I know, y/n! Do you even know where he takes you?” “No, he just said we should meet at Leicester Square station.” “But you meet him at like 6pm, so I think he takes you out for dinner.” “I´m not dumb, I know, but what kind of dinner?!” You started to freak out and act stupid at that point. “I know your nervous, so I forgive you that bitchy undertone.” “I´m sorry, Jenna, I just feel like throwing up. I need to be there in one and a half hours.” Jenna was your best friend from work. She was married, had three kids, so the only contact you both had was at work or over the phone, she was pretty busy. “You should wear the black dress you wore at your friends wedding in Germany a couple of weeks ago. That works with fancy and casual dining. Maybe you can wear your vans with it. Just to loosen it up a bit.” “Yes, that’s a good idea.” You felt relieved but needed to hurry up like right know. “Thank you so much Jen! I need to hang up now! See you tomorrow!” “I wish you a lot of fun! Enjoy it! And tell me everything about it tomorr-!” You were too fast and hung up before Jenna could finish her sentence. Hectically you started to do your make up, get dressed and packed your things in a small bag. You managed to get out of the apartment right on time, made your way to the nearest underground station and took the Nothern line to Leicester Square. Suddenly your phone beeped, Joe sent you a message saying he´ll be a few minutes late because his train delayed due to technical issues on the rails. Another text message arrived: Maybe we should meet in front of the hippodrome, so we don´t miss each other. Your train arrived at Leicester Square at 5:57 pm. The station was packed, no wonder, it was peak time. You banned your way through the crowd outside of the station and walked to the other side of the street, right in front of the hippodrome you began to scan the faces around you. Every few seconds you looked on your phone to check for the time or new messages from Joe. It was 6:05. All of the sudden there was a hand on your shoulder, which made you turn around and face him: Joe. He smiled widely at you and immediately came in for a big hug. “Hi!” It was a long hug, he rubbed your back, he was warm and wore a soft shirt. That was probably the best hug you´ve ever received. His beard tickled at your shoulder, the weird feeling in your stomach was back. “How are you darling? Sorry I´m late.” He started to loosen the hug a bit, but he still got his hand on your arm. His big brown eyes sparkled, like they did yesterday. “I´m great! How about you?”, you could swear your voice got higher by every word you said. “Pretty busy, but that’s okay. I´m glad you called yesterday.” The big smile forming on your face could not be hidden: “Yeah, I am too.” “You look amazing by the way.” Joe looked at you for a moment, your legs got shaky. Maybe he noticed that, he took your hand and squeezed it. “Thanks.” He wore a white buttoned up shirt and some loose grey pants. His style was kind of different. It took a short moment for you to collect your thoughts and asked him a question: “Where are we going?” “You can choose, we can go to a restaurant- personally I like pasta a lot- or we can get some takeaway and walk around, maybe at seven dials market.” “I love pasta, but the second option sounds really seductive.” “Okay.”, he still had your hand in his and with a gesture with his other hand he indicated to start your little walk to seven dials market at Covent Garden.
You strolled through the crowd and the first few minutes you both kept silent, your hand still in his. Finally, you felt brave enough to break silent: “You said, you´re busy, what are you up to?” “Oh, just some appointments for work, packing for the states and stuff like that.” He seemed a little abashed. “What do you do for a living?”, you could not hold back. “I´m an actor.” You walked across the street, still hand in hand, which felt surreal. “Oh, what kind of acting? Do I know some of your work?”, now you got really curious. “Oh, I was at a play at the National Theatre some years ago, did a little bit of stuff for BBC and Netflix. I´m doing press in the US next week, that’s why I need to pack.” You were impressed. “Wow, what did you do for Netflix? We don’t really have BBC in Germany…” “Ehm, I was a part of Stranger Things, you know that?” What? You could not believe what he just said. “Wait, you were in Stranger Things?” you looked at him in disbelief. Joe´s hand got really hot. You could feel how nervous he got. “Yes, just one season. A side character.” Now you realized why his name sounded familiar, but you could not figure out who he could have been in the show. You recognized Joes face, he seemed to be a little bit disappointed. Joe stopped walking and looked at you. “I hope this doesn´t make things awkward for us…” He narrowed his eyes, which made you feel really bad. His facial expressions were strong, so you were able to see his discomfort rapidly. “I´m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I´m just trying to get to know you.”, now it was your turn to squeeze his hand, attempting to make him feel better. “It´s alright love. Since the show aired there was a pretty huge hype, especially about my character… And my person as well. Dating and stuff like that just got really hard. A lot of women were just trying to date me because of my fame…” “Oh, don’t worry,”, you tried to break up the situation by smiling at him and reassuring that you weren´t here because you knew him before. “I`m still trying to figure out who you were in the show.” His eyes lit up again. “Eddie Munson.” You began to stare at Joes face: “You don’t look like him at all.” “Well, you´re not the first one to say that,”, he grabbed his neck and chuckled. “I´m hungry.” “Yeah, we should probably keep going.” Your walk continued. “Besides, I prefer Steve anyways.” Joe totally understood that small joke and winked at you.
To be continued…
#joseph quinn#joseph quinn imagine#joe quinn#joe x reader#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn fanfiction#joseph quinn smut#joseph quinn x y/n#eddie munson#rpf#slow burn#fluffy
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i am not a tyde gal, but AHWGHK OWAH!!! thats so cuteee! i thought i was the only one who found like the always catching and realizing when narcoleptics were gonna have a sleep attack was cute (if that sentence made sense lol). THEY'RE BOTH DUMMY FINE!! like clyde is finneee. but tolkien is like FINEEE. i want them.
d'awwww <3 c': /you/ are so cute, friend! you and a plethora of other anons who have sent me in positive messages abt rm!tyde, haha!
it means a lot to me bc a large point of insecurity for me is that when i first entered the sp fandom, early on, i fell super hard into Style, which directly interacts with the main four/five or the cfpom in my ncu lore, so i focused heavily on them/their dynamic...which meant explored creek ( the other main sp ship ) and the craig and those guys boys waaaaay less and know...much less abt them.
in general...but also how they fit into my fanfictions.
however, we know how i am, i never put out anything for you guys unless i feel strongly about it and feel like it's been thoroughly researched and creatively curated by me in a way that aligns with the show that we love, the characters we care about and my lore/the universe that i am cobbling them into...
( -- which, if you sent me an ask about rm!craig, i promise i will get to it, i am still developing that lore as well as rm!tweeks [ again, be nice to me, i am very insecure abt them ]. if you sent me an ask about bebe or wen, also, please know i am still developing Them as well. again, i like to really carefully craft my characters and make sure there are not glaring plot holes/they are authentic to my canon/sp. )
...so when i debuted rm!tyde, i personally was very stoked on fuccboi dumb jock frat boy secret elle woods daddy issues clyde and chill crunchy vibes poetic artist fight the man golden boy celebrity tolkien, but i was nervous about how you all would perceive them.
Very Well, it seems!!!!! which absolutely THRILLS ME!!!! thank you guys for sending in validating asks -- it is my lifeblood. mWAH! <3
( also, sorry i made tolkien British...it had to be done. cheers, luv! xx )
and while i too was not initially a tyde girlie ( again, i am not that knowledgeable abt sp chars outside of style ) i'm love rm!tyde so much...they are so Cute to me. <3333
i feel like when they start dating, it's gonna be like clyde rolling up like *obnoxious jocky american accent vc* hey bro! ;), handing tolkien his tea from the coffee cart ( except it's Not bc clyde was not paying attention and grabbed a cup marked clara...smh, tolkien said it was the thought that counts ) speaking of him, he is definitely in the grass, sketching stuff listening to chill music and is the *posh london accent* hiya babes xx <3 boyfriend and then they kiss...Amazing.
BUT YES!!!! I LOVE NARCOLEPSY CLYDE SO MUCH!!!
SLEEPY KING
i feel like even as friends, they're in a study group for one of their classes talking to some girl and clyde's words start to slur and he's like swayinggg and the girl looks scared as Fuck but tolkien just catches him like it's nothing ( he is very used to this ) and the girl is like??? WHAT JUST HAPPENED IS HE OKAY DOES HE NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL??? and tolkien very calmly with clyde In His Arms is like "don't worry, darling. he's quite alright; happens all the time. would you mind if we moved over to the couches, though?"
and she's just like "...." as they walk over there, then tolkien sits down, sets clyde's head on his lap, shrugs off his jacket, throws it over clyde's legs and their classmate is like "uh…should we do this later, maybe?" and tolkien's like "oh, no. he'll be out for a while. sleeps like an angel, snores like a bulldozer. very heavy too; wouldn't wake up for the apocalypse. now...where was i? oh, right! i Do think the system is inherently classist and fueled by capitalistic greed." HSADLKS
anyways...live laugh tyde, everybody.
-uncle nina, destroyer of sacred sp canon
p.s. i do think their running joke is don't sleep with anyone or fall for anyone else lmaoooooooo
OKAY EDIT: I HAD CLYDE HAVE TOLK TRY GREASY NASTY AMERICAN BOY FOOD ONCE AND…
ROOOOLLLL CLIP!
i love them oh my goddddd
#no one ask me abt craig and those guys i'm embarassed#like i am deadass insecure abt not being confident in those characterizations considering i usually am smh#i do feel v confident in clyde and tolkien tho i seriously love them like clyde is like yuh skeet bruh dolla dolla bills fuck bitches get $#tolkien is like Scuse Me Love But Would You Mind Providing Me A Light? Of My Life Or Otherwise ;) Cheers Darling! <3#hey bro x hiya babes supremacy truly#*also tolkien vc everyday* tie ur trainers!!! >:O#*clyde also everyday* doesn't and eats shit on the pavement#tolkien does nag him to take his meds everyday#he's like And Don't Be Late#clyde's like taking my oxybate ya ya whatever mary poppins#like you better marry that man and pop those pills clydesdale#i also think that they watch a lot of shows together and clyde is like DONT START IT WITHOUT ME and tolks like ok dont be LATE then?#smh#boys boys boys#sorry ill go back to being a style girlie#they’ve just been on my brain lately#also this is slightly off topic#but i think clyde has a touch of the tism#and his thing is DINOSAURS#and clyde just nerds out for 15 minutes abt different dinosaurs and tolk sketches him#them drinking tolks fancy boy ipas on their single dorm room bed#watching their netflix show all like wHAT NO WAIT#them like bro!!! bruv!!! dUDE!!! MATE!!!#CHEEKY LIL SNOG WHEEEN
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i know csweekly is on hold now, but I still have to catch up on The Luchadora Tango Caper, so here it is!!
Season 3 is maybe my least favorite season out of any of them, but I still love it, so I'm really excited to get into this!
Notes under the cut as always and please ignore the fact that I'm a month late on this thx
NEW CASTLE!!! NEW CASTLE YAYYY
sometimes I think this whole series is Maelstrom just talking about shit for like 14 hours
cleo sympathizing with guys in skirts <3 she knows ur struggle boys
love how they slapped up a giant glowing green world map and copper sulfate burning chandeliers before they put in insulation or heat
brunt, girl, calm down. they were just doing their evil minion bagpipe job
british on british violence
that was such a cute nod when this season first dropped. haha theres been no sign of her all summer because of the hiatus you are so clever
they rlly thought they had something with the turn them against each other thing. i cant believe they thought they tvy7 rating would let shadowsan and carmen kill each other 🙄
"carmen is DEAD" (cheery tango music)
i mean it works because we know hes wrong and stupid but like
no offense but the tango dancers are animated in a way that is reminiscent of a kid manually moving their barbie dolls legs to make them walk
our girl <3
tell me why dropping 200 feet onto the top of the metal detector was more sneaky than literally anything else she could have done
ok. yes. but the fact she is robbing it does not negate the fact that she will be on the news for breaking into a bank dsjfsdghfkdsa
1021 is the number on the box- could it mean something? in a strictly doylist sense. october 21st doesn't seem to have any significant holidays...I can't find anything, might just be a random number set.
good god the "i...have his eyes." hits me like a truck every time
gina pulled it out with the voice acting in this one
she WAS a very cute baby
"another" link girl what else has there been you should be ecstatic
ayyy its the character literally everyone except spintrap-stan and amaryllis solely remember for being voiced by dante basco
i love how snarky carmen immediately gets. if he knows her name and what she looks like, obviously he's an operative, so she gets to have a little fun in immediately declining him while still gaining valuable information, almost immediately, about who he is and what his talent will be
everyone is very stretched today
this is not my favorite fight scene honestly (at least until flytrap gets here. dont even get me started on her fighting style im in love with it) because its literally just like ooh. he kicks. she dodges. wow. they really do try with the tango parallels but idk
wow!! other people can kick too??? who knew
she protected the face
cutely runs into oncoming traffic
those cars were not even slowing down girl they were just like HONK MOVE OR DIE
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FLYTRAP MY GIRL
okay mini rant incoming i already did a post on this like a billion years ago but flytrap is one of my favorites because in my opinion she and paper star are the most dangerous villains we ever see in the show. let me. try to find that post actually
yeah here it is
flytrap is also so hot and has the same va as luz so she's just top tier. idk if the team put half the episode budget into celebrity voice actors and thats why we only got 5 episodes but you know what
love how carmen is literally stopping her attempts to get free to banter. girl. stop
shadowsan <3
love how they do not even bother showing the fight they just get their asses handed to them
why didnt they start in veracruz just asking
not the table
ok guys. you can stop with the tango thing now. its okay
that little conversation between ivy and shadowsan is so good
comrades??? sir its not the cold war
article from 17 years ago, thank you for that easy to understand slang
carmen plot armored her way out of getting her skull smashed in on that train so hard that she made maelstrom stupid
its canon both in and outside of the show that color theory is so prevalent that any sort of red at all immediately signals carmen
the colors are so beautiful in this scene. carmen doesnt have her coat or jacket on, everythings just a little desaturated as she searches
THE ACME GANG <3333
not the finger guns and glasses wheeze hes such a loser i love him
THE FORESHADOWING TO EGYPT WITH THE PYRAMIDS ON HER LAPTOP!!!!
love how all we get of julia this season is her being pissed off and then leaving
he was such an asshole for closing her laptop why did he do that 😭
has carmen just been ignoring vile missions for the last season of the year to research her mom or
girlie is so sad about everything
ah yes, the door, the thing you wish to have opened, the best place to lean your full body against after you knock,
i'M SOrry. did you NOT attend a school for THIEVES
HSDGGDG HEY. just broke into your house. im your long lost daughter
i love how she goes DONT TOUCH ANYTHING and then immediately drags her whole arm across the wall and cabinet
also her face when she sees the masks is perfect
okay be honest how many of you have replayed carmen saying maybe mommy at least once. who. raise your hands
shes sooo buff
love how everyone is taking this so seriously and then carmen is just completely apathetic about anything thats going on
dont deadname lupe, carmen
her hair catching a gust of indoor wind for the sole purpose of making her look sick as hell in her intro card is so iconic
as ivy absolutely obliterating zack in the foreground is so fucking funny
she got that "EH EH EH." titter of "HEY NO. DONT YOU DO THAT" down scary well
devineaux strutting im sobbing. julia was doing SO well and then she got paired with devineaux AGAIN
that cab driver looks so concerned about the hulking texan in his backseat
remember when the trailer dropped and we thought those roses were for julia. good times
everyone narrowly avoiding each other as they pull in
you just know ivy smacked zack when he protested to decoy time hdsafhadsg
gotta say the "EH?" while getsuring to the trophies is fucking hilarious. obviously julia knows she wouldnt go after those but its so funny
i do love the way carmen just shrinks any time brunt appears. she is soooo traumatized
VAMOOSE EL MASKO SHES SO ACCURATREIUSDHKFSKHFD SHES EXACTLY WHAT MIDDLE AGED AMERICAN SOUTHERNERS SOUND LIKE
LUPE IS SO FUCKING COOL
devineaux showcasing his braincells for a spilt second this episode
ah, so begins the not a good time mantra
devineaux getting absolutely decimated because he thinks coach brunt thinks hes handsome is so funny
the referee watching two apparent civilians enter the ring: 🙂
carmen is so funny here. she uncuffs herself and then just leaves devineaux to die like fuck his ass he can get smooshed
carmen getting increasingly mad at devineaux while she drags him places is my favorite part of the episode
also, either carmen got stronger or devineaux had a few bouts of crazed research where he didnt eat, but she can drag him easily now as opposed to when she was struggling back at the trap in poitiers
they put this shot in the trailer and without context it just looked like carmen was standing there glaring at brunt menacingly
the cat burglar <3
worst fucking ref on the planet i love him
was carmen stopping to listen to julia's voice i would like to think so
ah the devineaux and cars gag. i mean, to be fair, it wasnt his fault this time
starts beatboxing
carmen really just dumped her whole life story on lupe thats so funny. girlie started the day preparing for a match, got her house broken into, and then ended the day learning about a global crime syndicate
they really ended s2 going THE NEXT SEASON WILL FOCUS ON CARMENS MOM and then started s3 going well actually um okay so
theres our transition sentence
lupe's yellow and blue palette btw!! cs color theory i love you
lupe is more of a mom than carlotta ever gets to be thats sad honestly
carmens little smile ough
here is a shot that very succinctly illustrates the dynamics in the coming seasons. the three at the table stand strong- always have. roundy is basically a footnote no one cares about him and then brunt...brunt is sort of on the edge. this carries over all the way into s4 when malestrom tries to drown her
oh my god i forgot about the weird halloween thing the faculty has going on this season i love it
my analysis is right in time for spooky season >:) halloween IS nearly upon us!!!
OKAY well my thoughts on the luchadora tango caper...pretty good. honestly its kind of net zero information because we introduce the premise of finding carmens mom and then immediately abandon it but it sets up um....well....it sets up....what does it set up
anyway- not my favorite episode, even though lupe is fucking awesome. i think it suffers a little from deviating from that classic caper structure and jumping around, but it does its job as an introductory episode.
until we return, sayonara, mon amigos!
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All I Want
Annie didn’t mind going to birthday parties for the couple of friends she had or the ones her office threw monthly for those people whose birthday was during that month. Yes, they were typically loud and crowded, but she enjoyed being there for her friends. Her birthday? She’d rather forget it. With it being 3 days before Christmas, it was typically forgotten by everyone, except her parents who always made sure to send a birthday card with a little money and called to sing her happy birthday.
This year was different. Only a few months ago, her mother passed away, and her dad, Charlie, was never the same. He became inundated with hospital bills; however, friends and neighbors raised money to help pay for medical bills. Charlie was well loved in their little community. He was always the first to volunteer when someone needed help doing repairs, fixing a car, or even helping the elderly widow take her groceries inside. So when his wife passed, they all gathered to make sure he was taken care of. Annie did what she could, but she had her own bills and rent to pay, unable to spare much with money or time to help, and her dad understood. In fact, he refused any financial help she tried to give.
So here she was, wandering around her favorite bookstore. Seeing a book she’d been wanting to read, she purchased it as a birthday gift to herself and left. Rather than head home, a course was set for the Rockefeller tree and sat on a bench that had a great view of the tree and those ice skating nearby. Sitting there, she looked up at the stars and made a silent birthday wish. 'All I want is to not be alone, not on my birthday.'
“Are you alright, miss?” Looking forward, there was a familiar, handsome gentleman with a buttery British accent. It took her a second, but she realized it was Loki, the newly minted Avenger. He was taking a leisurely walk, going to see this enormous tree the Avengers told him about when he spotted her, crying a bit.
“I’m, uh, I’m alright.”
He smiled. “You do know I am the God of lies, correct?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. He gestured towards the empty spot next to her, wordlessly asking if he could join her to which she agreed.
“What makes you so despondent, my fair lady?”
She shook her head. “Nothing important.”
“Please let me be the judge of that.” He didn’t know her, but a part of him wanted to help her. “No one should be downhearted so near Christmas.”
“I’ll be okay. I’m sure you have things you need to be doing rather than console a stranger.”
He turned to look at the tree. “My, uh,co-workers told me of this tree. They told me it was large and fantastical. ‘A sight to behold’ they said. So I had to see it for myself.”
“It’s my favorite thing about Christmas in New York. I love looking at the lights, watching people ice skating, and everyone forgetting about their troubles, even if for a little while.”
“Everyone, it seems, but you.”
Annie nodded. “I was hoping it would help.”
“Please,” he said. “Please tell me what has made you so downtrodden.”
She finally broke, tears falling down her face. “My mom passed a few months ago. Heart failure they said. She hadn’t been feeling well and was getting tired easily. My dad took her to a cardiologist who ran some tests and said it was from an arrhythmia. They tried to fix it, but it didn’t hold. He took her to a different doctor recommended by a friend who found that her heart was weak, only working at about 15%, and she died a month later.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s never easy losing a parent, especially a mother.”
“It was awful. I wanted to stay longer to help dad, but he practically chased me away, telling me to live and enjoy my life.”
Loki turned towards her. “Something tells me that’s not the end of your troubles.”
She cursed under her breath that he wouldn’t leave well enough alone. “It’s the first year I’m not getting a call from her singing me happy birthday.”
Quickly putting 2 and 2 together, he realized today must be her birthday. Being by herself told him that either she had no friends or that they had forgotten. Since living on Midgard, he understood the troubles of a birthday near this holiday, but his brother always made sure to celebrate it with him.
“If it’s alright with you, I would love to help you celebrate your birthday. After all, no one should have to spend their birthday alone.” He raised his hand to her face slowly, watching for signs that she didn’t want to be touched. When she gave no signs, he wiped away her tears. “And no one should be crying on their birthday, either. I believe it’s a rule, is it not?”
When she gave a small smile, it gladdened his heart. Standing up, he held his hand out to her. “Let's rectify that, shall we?”
Annie was hesitant, but something told her she could trust him. So she stood up, accepting his hand. Allowing him to guide her, they talked and walked to the skating rink. “It would behoove me to ask your name?”
“I’m Annie, Annie Creston.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Annie Creston.”
They approached the rink booth where he paid for tickets and ice skate rentals. Next thing she knew, they were skating around the rink. It was something she’d always wanted to do but had been too scared, and it was usually that either no one wanted to go or no one was available. Generally, it was the second one with Christmas only 3 days away.
So here she was, skating around the rink with the God of Mischief himself. Never in a hundred years did she think she’d end up in this situation; however, she was slowly feeling better. He tried to turn around and skate backwards to try to impress her. Instead, he tripped on his own feet and fell on his ass. Annie roared with laughter, and he followed suit. Rather than have all the fun himself, he pulled her down onto the ice with him, creating even more laughter between the two of them.
“I must say, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” She agreed. When he finally stood back up, he gave her a hand, and they continued skating around the rink for a while, laughing and chatting. Before she knew it, well over an hour passed since he joined her on that bench.
Slowing down, she came to a stop, holding on to the side wall and smiled at him. They exited the rink and switched out the ice skates for the shoes they came in. “Thank you so much for this. It means a lot.”
“Oh, my dear, the night is not over, not yet. Do you trust me?” Once again, he held out his hand to her. She nodded, accepting his hand. He then tucked her hand into his arm and went off on a walk.
It was near impossible to tell where they were going. They were going into a part of the city she wasn’t very familiar with until she saw the iconic Avengers building. Looking up at it, it was much taller than she had realized when seeing it on TV.
What really surprised her was when he not only guided her inside, but he also took her into the elevator, pressing the button for one of the high floors. When the doors opened, there were balloons and streamers everywhere. Up on the wall was a sign reading Happy Birthday. What really stunned her was how many of the Avengers were there with party hats on, including Tony Stark himself and Loki’s brother, Thor. Bruce was the only one not in attendance. He was at his cousin’s place spending time with family.
Thor was the first one to reach her, giving her a big hug, even picking her up off her feet. “Put her down, you oaf.”
Realizing he was hugging her harder than a midgardian could take, he put her down. “Happy Birthday, Lady Annie! We are glad you allow us to celebrate in your revels.”
She was too stunned to speak. “How……” He leaned down and spoke softly. “They don’t call me the God of Mischief for nothing, dear.”
Tony strolled up. “He texted us saying he found a friend at the Rockefeller tree, alone on her birthday.” He gestured for her to actually come into the room. The further she got into their common room, the more she saw. There were all kinds of snacks and drinks. But the best part? They had a large birthday cake with her name on it. Over the course of the next few hours, the Avengers sang her Happy Birthday, ate cake with her, danced, and talked.
At one point, Tony pulled her aside. “I gotta tell you. When Loki told us about you, I looked you up, pulling files on you to see if you were a security risk. Instead, I saw the skill set you have with office work and the dismal pay you’re currently getting. So, if you’re interested, I’m looking for a secretary to help with paperwork and the like.”
“Holy Shit! Are you kidding?”
Nat interrupted. “He kids a lot, but not on things like this. I got a glimpse of those files. You are seriously undervalued at your current job, and I know he pays very well.” Tony nodded.
All Annie could do was nod furiously. This night went in directions she couldn’t even hope for.
“Oh, and just so you know,” Tony continued. “The job includes an apartment here in the tower.”
Tears started falling. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I thought that was a good thing?” He turned to Nat. “Why is she crying?”
“You can be such an idiot sometimes. Those are happy tears, you moron.”
“OH! Okay.” He turned back to Annie. “So, what do you say, kid. New job, new apartment?” She couldn’t respond. Instead, she hugged him. This time, it was him who was stunned, unused to being hugged, but he opted to return her hug, just this once. It was her birthday after all.
When she let go, she turned to Loki. “This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
Nat leaned over. “Just wait until you see how he celebrates Christmas. If you don’t have plans, we would love for you to join us.”
In fact, she did not have plans, at least nothing other than eating some ham and watching It’s a Wonderful Life.
“I’d love to, if it’s not an imposition?”
“Kid, hanging out with us, you’ll have to get used to this kind of thing. You can move in tomorrow if you want.”
“Really?” She didn’t know that within her file, he saw she was on the landlord’s eviction list for January. It wasn’t anything she’d done wrong. The landlord decided to go co-op, and there was no way she could afford to keep her apartment.
Nat, Loki, and Thor offered to help her with packing and moving while Tony provided the moving truck. Annie didn’t have much, but she lived about 45 minutes away. While they were at her place packing up, Tony and Pepper set up her room. Tony had a brand new bed delivered, and Pepper styled her room. So by the time everyone was back with her things, all she needed to do was put away the few things she brought with her.
Pepper showed her the way to her room. The apartment they gave her was directly across the hall from Loki’s. Entering, her jaw dropped seeing everything. It was everything she’d wanted her crappy little apartment to be. The kitchen was well stocked, and the bed was one of those fancy cloud mattresses.
“If there’s anything you don’t like, we can change it. I didn’t know how much you liked to read. So we can get any books you might want.” She gestured to the empty bookshelf. “We can definitely get another bookshelf if you need one. That one,” pointing to Loki” has so many, his room might as well be a library.” Everyone laughed.
“Just so you know,” Tony spoke as he rolled into the room, “I have a policy with my employees. No working between Christmas Eve and the day after New Years. Paid holiday. No arguments.”
Pepper leaned over. “He’s not kidding. While he likes to work 24/7, he doesn’t force any of his employees to do that. And we wanted you to have some time to settle in.”
It was at this moment that Annie realized she never was alone. Her mother was looking over her, guarding and protecting her, helping give her a new start at life.
On Christmas Eve, she knew she didn’t have the money to buy everyone gifts. Instead, she spent hours baking bread and making cookies for everyone which was not done alone. Loki tried to help, but he knew nothing about cooking or making food. So rather than have him sitting there (which he was happy to do, but he wanted to help somehow), she taught him what she was doing as she was doing it, giving him instructions on what to do to help her. When each item was finished (except the bread), she had him sample each treat to make sure they were alright.
“If you don’t take these away from me right now, none of these sweets will make it to the other Avengers.”
“I assume that means the goodies are acceptable?” Annie smiled.
“‘Acceptable’ is a vast understatement. I’ve never had sweets this good in my life, and especially since I arrived on Midgard.” Before he could get to more of the treats, she put them on plates and brought them out to the common room. When Loki spotted Thor, he scolded him in advance. “If I’m not allowed to eat all these myself, then neither are you.”
Nothing she made lasted to the end of the day, and it made her very happy. The following morning, Christmas Day, she woke up early and went to the team kitchen by the common room. Gathering what she needed, she turned on the stove to warm up while mixing the batter. She’d only made a few pancakes when people started drifting in.
Steve was the first to arrive. “I smelled something delicious from my room and had to come see what it was.” Seeing the pancakes, he was incredibly happy. “Fair warning. Loki LOVES pancakes.”
She flipped another pancake. “Good thing I’m making enough to feed an army. I have a tendency to make more than necessary.”
He laughed. “You’re going to fit in perfectly here.” Grabbing plates and utensils, he set the table and then retrieved the orange juice.
It wasn’t long before everyone else entered, following the scent of the pancakes. Everyone sat down and dug in.
Nat managed to stop long enough to compliment her. “I think you just de-throned Clint’s pancakes.”
“Hey!” Clint feigned offense.
“Oh give it up, bird boy. Yes, your pancakes are great, but hers,” Tony pointed his fork at Annie, “are better.”
“Thes is uh moss delifus cak.” Thor kept eating one pancake after another.
Nat scolded him. “Thor, don’t speak with your mouth full. And they’re called pancakes. Cake is what we had on her birthday.” He nodded, knowing Nat would reprimand him if he spoke with his mouth full again.
Tony got up first, putting his plate in the sink. Walking over to Thor, he whispered in his ear, and the two gentlemen left the room. Once everyone was finished, they told Annie to relax while they cleaned the dishes.
20 minutes later, everyone was called into the common room where they found Thor dressed as Santa. Annie tried to take off for her room, but no one would let her. “I didn’t get anything for you guys…..”
Tony hushed her. “You made all those treats yesterday and then made us the best pancakes we’ve ever had….”
“Hey!” Barton feigned offense again.
“So you sit your ass down and enjoy Christmas with the rest of us. You’ve already given us your present.” Annie gave up and found a comfortable loveseat with a good view of the festivities, and Loki took the seat next to her.
Acting as Santa, Thor handed out gifts to everyone, including Annie. Everyone got presents for her. Tony gave her a brand new, top of the line Stark laptop and phone. Clint gave her a bow and quiver of arrows, telling her he’d teach her. Pepper gave her a beautiful leather purse. Nat gave her a defense wand. When it was collapsed, it looked like an ordinary tube of lipstick. “I’ll teach you how to use it.” Steve was next. When she opened the gift bag, she found an Avengers shirt. "If it doesn't fit, let me know, but that one is only given to official Avengers. Tony sues anyone who tries to make one similar to it.." Everyone laughed.
"Capsicle isn't kidding," Tony retorted.
Thor gave her a large, stuffed unicorn. Everyone was both surprised but also not. “I could not find a real one. I hope this will suffice.”
But Loki? He handed his gift to her directly. When she opened it, it was a beautiful gold chain with an emerald pendant.
She wouldn’t tell anyone, but that was her favorite present, but it quickly became apparent. As she settled into her job, she could be found wearing it everyday. Through the months, she became good friends with everyone.
Well, everyone except Loki. One day it dawned on him that he had feelings for Annie, and they were slowly growing. Finally gathering the courage, he asked her on a date.
In the end, she got everything she ever wanted and much, much more.
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Mon as part of the British royal family could actually work so well!! Like, her parents fought about raising her and expectations and her mom won and raised her as a normal child back home, but Mon often goes back to England to see her father, maintain image and probably have lessons and such (etiquette? scolding Sam for pocketing the food in her mouth). She understands the importance of duty to family because she feels it too to some extent, and her father much more. Perhaps Sir Phon knows her/about her/her status because of his time in Europe??
(This ask is in response to a post I made about a dream I had where Mon found out she was part of the British royal family. Obviously, this thought dump and subsequent included fanfiction are aggressively AU.)
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Okay, yes, I love this! Yes, it would work so very well!
Except I keep on butting up against Mon's full belief that she's not good enough for Sam, as well as a commoner. I've tried coming at it from Mon lying, trying to hide her status, but...
Actually, that might be another reason why Mon wouldn't want to go overseas with Sam, because she feels protected from the knowledge of her status in Thailand.
Anyway, still, trying to see Mon keeping that secret from Sam, especially as their relationship deepens and Mon knows Sam's the one for her...
Except. Oh. Oh. It would work if Mon had been sworn to keep it secret by either her mother or father.
We've seen Mon keeping her secrets at all costs, as well as be able to lie to Sam to keep them quite realistically, like that time she pretended to get mad at Sam when she accused her of being with Kirk so she could walk away from her (her words). And a promise given to one of her parents would mean so much more than one given to Kirk.
Oh. Oh. I like this. This could work.
Poor Mon would be so mentally torn throughout the whole thing, especially since at the end when she's planning on moving to England "to get a job", that would be fully embracing her royal status and duties, all to let Sam "painlessly" move on from her without her in her life. That would definitely fit Mon's character, that self sacrifice.
...Speaking of, Mon was probably petrified when Lady Grandmother came and started reciting her life to her. Can you imagine her panic and turmoil, both from waiting for being revealed while also getting ripped down and told to leave her lover? Never mind the small voice in her head that hoped she did know so maybe there was a better chance Lady Grandmother would accept her. Thank goodness the P.I. didn't dig very deep and only focused on her life in Thailand!
And I just realized that Mon being royalty too would possibly also explain part of her familiarity with Sam when they meet again, as well as her ability to be casual with her more than just having known her as a child and having idolized her would do!
And her comments about Sam not living at the palace or not just eating Royal Thai food would have probably been partly jokes at her own expense because it amuses her!
And this would also be another reason why Mon would be leery about being seen holding hands/in public with Sam! Sam's a celebrity in her own right who does interviews and if Mon were there, she might be recognized, and... Oh, another reason maybe Mon didn't think the relationship could last!!!
Look at what you've done, anon!
Here I am connecting dots and (loving) the mental anguish Mon would have to deal with having this secret and living a double life all while desperately wanting to tell Sam but she can't. She can't because it's not her secret to tell. The scandal it would potentially create! Mon would be beholden to her own family as well, to stop that from happening!
She would be so stuck.
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But then Sir Phoom recognizes her.
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((Note: Under here is where this slowly turns from a thought dump into an exploration of a few scenes from a possible fic continuation (meaning I wrote fic, complete with a tense change), because of course I did. Slightly rough, but I wanted to get the scenes down!))
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Mon had been on the video call Sam had put her on just long enough to spark familiarity, Phoom's friends having enjoyed telling him about and showing him the British royal who only showed up when the royal family appeared to remember she existed (because, among other things, a heavy saturation of racism) because she had "Run away to Thailand, isn't that neat? Had you ever met her? Like, as a diplomatic thing?"
At first he keeps it to himself to verify, and then arranges a time when he can meet up with Sam and Mon to get a chance to talk to Mon alone. Mon, who was behaving just a little too knowledgeably about protocol, which Sam only wrote off as Mon being shy and polite.
And Mon. Poor Mon. Suddenly someone in Thailand knows. Suddenly someone high up in the royalty chain, so to speak. Someone who could make things happen. Make it come out so easily. No matter how nice and unthreatening he's being, more curious than anything, but Mon knows he also wants to protect his family.
So...
Mon used all of her lessons and learned diplomacy and etiquette flawlessly. She confirmed to him who she was - there hadn't been a way she could have lied when he had photographic proof, but managed not to say anything more than ask him not to tell Sam, not yet, before excusing herself the first moment she could without being rude. Making her way outside to the grounds to find somewhere to stand in the sun that was out of the way, she hugged herself, blinking back tears already crawling down her cheeks as she looked sightlessly into the distance.
She knew she should call her father, who would have a better idea on how to handle this, knowing what she should do. But instead, all she could think about was calling her mother, who had loved her so much she had fought hard to raise her as normally as possible. Who had told her that one day this might happen, but they'd get through it together, like family always does. Who, when Mon first started idolizing Sam, had sat her down at the age of ten to have a serious, long conversation about the risks of associating with her, finally relenting only when she was convinced Mon was prepared. Who, not even that long ago, had gone to bat for Mon when she accidentally let her father know her plans about working for Sam during a phone call that lasted over an hour as both Mon and Pohn talked him down from being worried for the (relatively) calm life she'd successfully made for herself.
Of course now, Mon knew her father was going to worry again.
A call of her name made her look up. Seeing Sam striding towards her, Mon turned away long enough to dash her hand over her cheeks before turning back with a tremulous, forced smile. "Lady Sam," she replied, going to hug herself again but dropping her arms when she realized Sam would read her like a book if she did.
Coming to a stop in front of her, Sam, expression full of concern and confusion, reached out to take her hands in hers, Mon immediately curling their fingers together. She'd been trying to be more open with Sam. ...Ironic, but it meant not turning away from her.
"Darling?" Sam started softly, studying her, her eyebrows furrowing before she pulled a hand away to start wiping under Mon's eyes, "What happened? Why are you out here?" Frowning as Mon closed her eyes, she rubbed a tear away with her thumb that dripped down. "Why are you crying?" It was as close to an accusation Sam's gentle tone could carry.
Mon shook her head, having to swallow before all the air pushed from her chest, and Sam asked again, a thread of heavier concern entering her voice. "Darling, did Sir Phoom say something to you?"
Mon didn't know if she should say yes or no. Because yes, he had spoken to her, actually saying the words about her identity, but no, he hadn't said anything like what Sam was suggesting. Finally, able to feel Sam's hand tightening around hers, knowing her lover well enough that she'd find a way to confront Phoom even with his status, Mon settled on a, "No, Lady Sam. He was a gentleman." Which he had been.
That caused Sam to minutely relax before taking a small step forward to further enter Mon's space, Mon having to fight from burying herself into her. Curling her hand around her cheek, her thumb stroking along her cheekbone, Sam studied her eyes intently and tried again. "Then why are you out here? Alone? Crying? Mon, please talk to me."
Swallowing again, Mon lifted her hand to cup Sam's against her cheek, looking up at her to drink her in, and nodded. For once, she didn't want to think about diplomacy. "Alright. But not here. Please, let's give our regards to Sir Phoom. I want to go home."
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Excusing themselves from Phoom had been stiff and stilted even with the man not exactly surprised at their exit, offering Mon one last expectant smile and nod before she left, Sam's hand warm and reassuring on her lower back as she firmly led her out.
The car ride home was just as stiff, a current of anxiety settling over them. Mon, very aware that Sam kept on looking over at her, focused instead on staring out of the window, unable to talk to her or process the guilt she was feeling from making her worry. She knew it wasn't fair, but Sam had accepted her quiet request to wait until they got home, even if she hadn't wanted to.
Flinching from her thoughts as Sam's hand suddenly covered hers, Mon couldn't stop a small smile, turning her head and looking up at Sam to share it. Accepting the handhold, Sam gazing at her with as soft a smile of her own as she could give through her worry, Mon waited to turn back to the window until Sam looked back at the road. As Sam's thumb stroked along her skin, Mon felt both relieved and disappointed Sam didn't try to talk to her.
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Mon, barely making it into the house before stopping, both felt and heard Sam detour only to deposit her purse onto the nearest surface before stepping up behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. She was only able to get out a whispered, "Darling..." before Mon and Mon's resolve crumbled, the heavy sobs that had been building inside her bursting from her mouth with ugly hiccups, wracking through her.
Sam froze, then squeezed her, her hands beginning to anxiously stroke along her sides as she turned her head to kiss her where she could. Slowly becoming aware she was whispering between kisses, Mon latched onto her voice as best she could. "Mon, please. Talk to me. You're scaring me. Darling, what happened? What happened? You're okay. I have you. I have you, Mon."
Mon sobbed, shaking her head. Having to push against Sam for a moment before Sam realized she was trying to turn in her arms and loosened them enough to let her before tightening them back around her again, pulling her in as close as possible, Mon bowed her head to press her forehead against her shoulder. Her own arms wrapping around Sam, she grasped her fingers as hard as she could into Sam's back and blouse.
Mon knew she needed to do it, needed to tell Sam. She knew she did. She also knew she needed to call both her parents to warn them first.
But even before that, what Mon needed now, what Mon knew she needed now, was for Sam to hold her, like she was, like she was never going to let her go.
*
Mon was just saying her last "I love you," before hanging up the phone with her mother when Sam poked her head into the room. Wiping her cheek before nodding her in, Mon set her phone down onto their bed next to her as she silently watched Sam slowly pad her way over to take the seat on her opposite side.
Inhaling, shoulders wavering a second before she straightened and pushed her hair back, Sam turned her chin to look at Mon. "You didn't have to hang up. I just wanted to tell you I ordered dinner for us."
Sam was trying so, so hard to be understanding, to give Mon space, but Mon could see the cracks in her stiff position. Her fingers twitched on her knees, and her eyes, as she stared at her from a slightly hunched position, were reddened and tight under a forcefully neutral mask, but it was her voice that twisted Mon's stomach more than thinking about eating something did.
Mon briefly closed her eyes, then nodded. She gave Sam a smile. "It's okay, Lady Sam. I was done."
"Oh. Good."
Exhausted but also buoyed as much as she could be from talking to her mother, Mon wouldn't have been able to stand it if another oppressive silence settled between them.
So when Sam didn't say anything, Mon, exhaling and shifting to face Sam more fully, slowly took her hands into hers, waiting for Sam to meet her eyes again after they dipped to watch her do so. "I have to tell you something," she said steadily, "But please..." she squeezed Sam's hands, almost shaking them as she poured all her love into her voice, "Please know it does not change how much I love you more than anything else in the world."
...
As soon as she had finished speaking, Mon knew instantly that that had been the exact wrong thing she could have said to lead Sam into a calm discussion.
*
((To be continued? Maybe? In some form or other?))
#thank you anon!#gap the series#monsam#sammon#mon#khun sam#sir phoom#my fanfiction#anonymous#anon#henceforth known as#royalty au!mon#in case there's more#offshoot rambly ramblings
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I bring a little snippet of my post war Hogan + family story which takes place at one of Daisy's tea parties, just keep in mind it's still a bit of a work in progress lol and you should be fine 😂
“More tea, Mr. Hogan?” Daisy giggled as she held up her small toy tea kettle.
“Why yes Ms. Daisy, I would love some,” Hogan replied in his best British accent.
Mr. Hogan he smiled to himself. I can’t remember the last time I was called that. Usually it’s General this and General that. Has a nice ring to it.
Daisy happily obliged her father’s request, filling his cup to the brim with pretend tea. “Be careful not to spill!”
“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that. Would be a waste of perfectly good tea!” Hogan said as he gently took his cup.
Daisy quickly grabbed her own tea cup, gently clinking it against her father’s in a toast before taking a sip and bursting into another fit of giggles.
“What’s so funny darling?” Hogan asked, barely able to hold in his own laughter at the sound of hers. It was one of the best sounds in the world.
“Daddy! You’re supposed to hold your pinky up like this when you drink your tea!” Daisy smiled as she grabbed her cup and showed him. “Didn’t Uncle Peter teach you anything?”
“How silly of me! How’s this?” Hogan held his cup up for her approval, pinky extended as far as it could go.
“Perfect.”
It was afternoons like these that made it all worthwhile. Sitting in the backyard with his young daughter, laughing and playing pretend until they were called in for supper. Daisy was the spitting image of her mother, except for those dark brown eyes of hers that twinkled with mischief - just like her father’s. And that twinkle was starting to shine right about now…
Hogan calmly took a sip from his cup, placing it gently back on its saucer on the table. Daisy looked entirely too pleased, and Hogan waited patiently for the inevitable surprise she had planned for this tea party. Hogan had been to enough of them to know that these things never ended peacefully.
“You’ve made a grave mistake, Mr. Hogan,” Daisy said in her best sinister voice.
Where the heck did she learn to talk like that? Hogan thought as he tried to stifle a chuckle.
“And what would that be, Ms. Daisy?” Hogan asked, trying to be as serious as he could manage.
“That tea you just drank, it’s poisoned.”
Hogan’s eyes widened in mock fear as he clutched at his throat, conveniently ignoring the fact that Daisy herself had drank the same tea. The girl was only four, so such a mistake could be ignored for the time being.
“Oh no! What am I going to do?” Hogan cried.
“Well, I have the antidote right here.” Daisy whipped out another small plastic cup she had been hiding in the pocket of her dress. “If you tell me where the queen’s jewels are hidden, I’ll give it to you, and you’ll be saved.”
“Hmm, that is a tough decision… How much time do I have to think it over?”
“Ten seconds!” Daisy cried.
“Oh dear, that’s not very much time. Whatever will I do?”
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”
“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you!” Hogan cried. “They’re hidden in the rose bushes. Now please give me the antidote!”
“Excellent! I knew you would crack under pressure, Mr. Hogan,” Daisy giggled as she gave him the cup. “Here is your antidote.”
As soon as she handed her father the cup, Daisy skipped off to the rose bushes to find the queen’s jewels. She was so engrossed in her little game that she hadn’t noticed her father sneaking up behind her…
“Gotcha!” Hogan smiled as he grabbed Daisy and swung her high in the air, her pigtails flying and the sound of her laughter filling the air.
“Daddy, that’s not fair!” Daisy laughed. “I gave you the antidote, but I haven’t found the queen’s jewels!”
“You thought you could outsmart me? A general?”
“I’ll get you next time, Hogan!” Daisy shook her fist playfully at her father. “You just wait till the next tea party!”
“I look forward to it, darling,” Hogan smiled as he held her, gently brushing her hair out of her face.
“Daisy! Robert! It’s time for dinner!” Hogan’s wife, May, called from the porch.
“Aww, but mommy, I haven’t found the queen’s jewels yet!” Daisy cried as her father carried her up the steps.
“Looks like it’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Your supper’s getting cold.”
“I’ll have you know this is under protest!” Daisy shouted as Hogan sat her down.
“Your protest has been duly noted,” May quipped as she patted Daisy on the head. “Now go take your seat at the table.”
“Yes, mommy,” Daisy sighed as she skipped off inside.
“You’re teaching her terrible habits you know,” May couldn’t help but smile at her husband.
“Oh she’ll turn out just fine. I did,” Hogan winked.
“That’s up for debate.”
“Hey, you agreed to marry me.”
“One of my poorer decisions, I have to admit.”
“Hey! Now I protest!”
“Your protest has also been duly noted, General. Now come inside and eat before your supper gets cold too.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Hogan saluted as he kissed his wife and followed her inside.
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Book Chat: God of Pain
Legacy of Gods (Book 2) by Rina Kent
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I made a terrible mistake.
Being a mafia princess, I knew my fate was already decided.
But I went ahead and longed for the wrong one.
Creighton King is bad news with a gorgeous exterior.
He’s silent, brooding, and obviously emotionally unavailable.
So I thought it was over.
Until he awakens a beast inside me.
My name is Annika Volkov, and I’m Creighton's worst enemy.
He won’t stop until he breaks me.
Or I break him.
Source: Goodreads (2022)
This Book Lived Up to its Title
I had such high hopes for God of Pain because of how much suffering I went through with the previous book's romance. Like, can it get any worse than boring? However, it isn't even the high hopes that thoroughly disappointed me. It was everything about the book; the main characters, the plot and the pacing. Reading this book was a mentally painful experience...
I came across someone talking about the weak points in Kent's writing. In that video, the person mentioned that Kent tends to butcher her main characters when its their book, and I completely agree with that sentiment. Back in God of Malice, I was looking forward to reading this book because I wanted to see how Annika, this bundle of joy, managed to warm Creighton, a rock, up. Yet upon coming to their book, it's like reading another Glyndon and Creighton. The beginning of the relationship when Annika was the active chaser made sense but immediately right afterwards, it made no sense. There literally was no reason for Creighton to go from ignoring Annika to becoming jealous because she considered Brandon to be her fake boyfriend? It's okay if Kent wants to write instant love but to do it so much and much less one after the other? I thought Kent's writing would improve but sadly, it's very obviously becoming stagnant.
Moving on, I really, really loathed the third act breakup in God of Pain. I hated that Creighton forced Annika's hands knowing full well how much family means to her. One does not simply let her beloved sibling die at the hands of someone she believes she's in love with for not even half a year yet. I understand the concept of prioritising the person you love but when both parties just barely got together, do not give me bullshit and expect me to think they are supposed to prioritise each other. At least in Elsa and Aiden's case, they already had an actual connection years before reconnecting. What does Annika and Creighton have except for an intensely new attraction during the time he forced her hands? Then to have everybody else blame her for shooting Creighton? And then for her to forgive them because she thinks she's wrong for choosing her family when forced to choose? To people who sided with the British nepo babies, please actually remember Annika is a mafia princess, she was born into the mafia world. Loyalty, brother/sisterhood, familial ties are everything, no matter how un-mafia-like Annika is, she's still mafia since she took her first breath. For Ava to slap her as if this mafia princess was not going to protect her own brother? Bitch, please.
Both main characters and the mystery behind their story was much more interesting in God of Malice. This book? It's definitely one of Kent's worst books. The only reason for that 0.5 is for that scene between Brandon and the kidnapped Nikolai.
Rating: ★☆☆☆☆ (1.5/5)
P.S.: Does Aiden really think he can take Adrian? Like this old-money wealthy businessman who came into power because of who his father is? Versus the intel collector, one of the most powerful person in the inner cricle of the freaking Bratva, one of the mafia leaders? Who the hell does Aiden even think he is... Yes, I hated his chapter the most.
More on the Legacy of Gods series here: God of Malice (#1)
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My Policeman - My Review (10/22/22)
Twelve hours ago, I was seated in a small sold-out theater in a Boston suburb, waiting for My Policeman to begin. The crowd consisted of mostly women, and my small group of middle-aged moms brought the age curve up a bit. I’d wager a guess from a few shirts and LOT bags that more than a few of us were there to support Harry Styles, in addition to seeing the highly anticipated film.
I thought I knew what to expect. After all, I’d read the book and seen all the trailers and all the leaked footage. And yet. I wasn’t fully prepared for what was to come.
My Policeman is not really about Tom Burgess, though he is the title character. I knew this because I’d read the book, but I'd forgotten. My Policeman is about Marion, played by Emma Corrin in the 1950s and Gina McKee in the 1990s. Marion, who realizes she’s lost her husband to another lover and does something unspeakable to “save” him and their marriage, only to realize 40 years later that she never had him in the first place. It’s a story of regret. Wasted time. Redemption. Love.
I’ve seen several reviewers criticize Harry Styles in the role of Tom. I disagree with anyone who thinks he's not a good actor. I think he played Tom exactly right—a stoic, guarded young British man in the conservative 1950s who was thoroughly confused (and terrified, I might add) as to why he was attracted to Patrick (played by David Dawson in the 1950s and Rupert Everett in the 1990s), the local museum curator, and not his lovely girlfriend. He loved Marion, was “fond” of her, was prepared to marry her--did marry her. His passion is apparent, however, in the scenes with Patrick. He was in love with Patrick. As much as he tried, he was never in love with Marion.
I want to say something about the love scenes. I jokingly said to my friends after the movie that I know way more about how Harry looks when makes love than I needed to after seeing those scenes. But they weren’t gratuitous—in fact, they were necessary. Every moment you see Tom and Patrick on screen making love is important, almost reverent. The camera angles, the music, the choreography of their movements. It’s explicit, yes, yet no more explicit than I’ve seen on Bridgerton (okay, maybe with a few more moans and a definitive conclusion), but it all felt necessary to the story.
In contrast, the sex with Marion is lifeless. I was so proud of my theater mates, because no one laughed or giggled at any of the sex—I was afraid it would be uncomfortable for some of my young theater-going companions to see Harry so exposed. But it was so respectful. You could hear a pin drop during those scenes. The only time anyone tittered (myself included) was when Tom asks Marion (post-coital) if “it was good.” And it’s so clear on her face that it wasn’t, that when she said “yes” the entire theater giggled at the absurdity.
The only gratuitous scene (in my opinion) is the one where a naked Tom is facing the window holding a cigarette and Patrick gazes at him from the bed. The scene is meant to mirror an earlier moment where Marion gazes at Tom's back in the pool. Not that any of us minded seeing Harry's bare ass, but it wasn't strictly necessary for the film except to show us that he was more free than he'd ever been in that moment. A covered ass would have done the same thing, but let's not change it at this point on my account.
All of the actors were suberb, but I feel it’s my duty to defend Harry. He was beautiful on the big screen. His clean-shaven face and 1950s hair style make him look devastatingly young. It’s important to point out something I’ve not seen in any of the reviews I’ve read. The character of Tom is afraid. He’s terrified. He knows what happens to gay men if they are discovered. Patrick tells him of a past lover who was beaten to death. He’s afraid of being discovered—he’s also afraid of being alone. One of the reasons he marries Marion is that he doesn’t want to be alone. Older Tom (played by Linus Roach) begs her not to leave him because he *still* doesn’t want to be alone. Harry plays this combination of fear, confusion, and passion with a nuance that belies a much more experienced actor—and when the emotion bubbles up in anger and bursts out of Tom, he captures those moments perfectly as well.
It’s really incredible to me that he hasn’t had much acting experience or coaching—to the point where I would not be surprised if he took some acting classes during covid-19 lockdown. I’m sure he has a natural ability, but he was exceptional—held his own against much more experienced actors.
The framing device of the 90s centered story with flashbacks to the 50s worked really well. The transitions were smooth. The story-telling narration was seamless and not distracting. At one point you see the same scenes from both Marion’s and Patrick’s memories—which gives the flashbacks context as you remember they are fighting for the same man and experience him differently, even when they are all together.
There are no real happy endings here. You realize all the characters have some responsibility for their lives (albeit Marion more so since she’s the one that initiates their downfall). None of them are perfect, and none of them are blameless. The movie ends like the book with Marion trying to right things as much as she can, given the circumstances.
I loved this movie. Our whole theater cried at the ending. I don’t think I’ve been in a theater where the audience collectively cried in that manner. I will see this again to catch more detail. I feel like there’s something about the color scheme. Marion’s clothing in particular has a color scheme that I want to understand (always in shades of gold and blue and green) and I want to go back and see if the same is true for the male characters.
I can’t wait to see the accolades because I’m sure they will come. This is a movie for our age, one that will be important to this generation. I hate to call it “educational”, but I do hope that some people see it and learn something or are inspired to do research about our world and how LGBTQ history has evolved. I hope we are able to have conversations about the themes presented.
I applaud the director and producers, and the author of the novel it was adapted from. If you have a chance to see it, please don’t hesitate. You won’t be disappointed.
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