#'we're gonna write these all before new years' we said and then absolutely did not do that
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The logistics of Aizen having to pretend to be Central 46. Did he pretend to their families also? Did they radio silence to their families, before the lock-down, did he go evry night home to everyone of the 46 house holds and pretend to be the dead family member? Did he embraced every child, kiss every wife? How long was he supposed to be dead? How long until the 4 noble clans demanded to see their family members/Central 46?
Speaking of which, the 4 noble houses seem to have a great amount of reiatsu, and at least some of them have skill, did they wanted Sosuke as king? Why did they do nothing. Imagine the Tsunayashiro zanpakuto in the hands of someone with more reiatsu like Yamamoto, or in Yachiru's hands, or it could give Ichigo his own KS.
What about the quincies? Why didn't the nobles really help? Why if they had so much potential, didn't Iuha Baha attached them to?
I feel like there's so many different ways to interpret Kyouka Suigetsu--because what even--and I love hearing about people's different theories on how it works!
Kyouka Suigetsu and the power of "Yes And"
Personally, I feel like Kyouka Suigetsu shares some functionality with hypnosis in our world, in the sense that Kyouka Suigetsu isn't acting alone. In general, brains are primed to make connections, seek patterns, make sense of the world as presented. I feel like using Kyouka Suigetsu successfully isn't about dumping a fully-formed scenario on its targets, but in inviting the target's brain to fill in the gaps. What is a more illusion than one developed in collaboration with you, yourself? Aizen doesn't need to provide every detail or orchestrate things to the letter. He sets his targets' senses on a path and their brains "yes and" it.
It's a powerful technique, but also by nature a collaborative one. I can imagine that part of Aizen's dissatisfaction would lie in being tied to the imaginative power of others. Even more so if he found his co-workers' imaginations limiting. Which lol, that's fair enough. But imagine feeling so far beyond those around you you could never be understood--but also having them so intrinsic to your abilities you cannot be without them, not really. You cannot be among them and you cannot exceed them. And then there's the Hougyoku, whose only posted limit is you.
Having Reiryoku vs. Training as a Shinigami
As far as the noble families and their non-involvement in Aizen's betrayal, and in the Wandenreich invasion--even if their bloodline offers them a degree of reiryoku, they're not soldiers (or imagine themselves to be). I think there's probably a big difference between someone who's born with a degree of reiryoku and its latent potential and someone who has specifically trained themselves to be able to activate and execute these powers--to say nothing of further developing that baseline level of power that can be accessed.
It's kind of like, if someone is born with genetic athletic ability, then they're starting in a "better" place than someone who isn't. But you don't become an Olympic athlete just because you have athletic potential. And if you have no innate athletic giftedness, you can still practice and become a talented athlete--usually, a better athlete than someone innately gifted but untrained. But all the training in the world doesn't necessarily mean you'll ever be an Olympian.
Coming from a family living in the Seireitei probably heightens the odds of you having potential as a shinigami, and being noble even more so. But just like there are powerhouses beating the odds in Rukongai, I feel like having real potential to be a successful shinigami (much less a Captain- or VC-class one) remains few and far between. Even within the Kuchiki, who have at least billed *themselves* as the most legit remaining noble family, Captain-class shinigami potential only comes once in a generation, or even less often. So the nobles who aren't in the Gotei probably can't do a lot against either Aizen or the Wandenreich, except die.
Did they even notice...?
Setting aside power and focusing on awareness, I kind of feel like noble families know as little about day to day of the Gotei and Aizen's whole deal as we do about what they do all day, haha.
The Wandenreich invasion is obviously a little harder to ignore, lol. But if I have learned anything about the world during my time on this planet, I wouldn't overestimate how much awareness and information people have even in situations in which they appear to be immediately embedded... 🥴
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“Dress Up” Part 2: Second Preview!
Today was a day. Writing makes me feel better. After putting in like 50 applications for a new job, I started writing a little more of my fic. Here's another preview for Part 2 of "Dress Up"
No active warnings for this preview.
And thank you to everyone who's sent me messages, I appreciate it more than you know. I'll keep my head up, promise.
True to his word, Lucifer had managed to sneak away before you woke. After adorning his typical attire, he found himself wandering the halls of the hotel, finally stopping when he reached the lobby. Thinking he was alone, Lucifer started talking to himself and paced back and forth like a madman.
"Was this a mistake? Are we moving too fast? No, no, no it's alright, it's fine! We're fine! Get a fucking GRIP, Lucifer! You're panicking for nothing! She loves you...right? Yes, yes of course she does! Why would she say yes to you?! Unless...NO! No, none of that! Relax! Need to relax..."
"You know, if you don't quit your pacing back and forth, you're gonna wear out the carpet," Husk remarked, attempting to get Lucifer's attention in his anxious state.
"WHAT THE-" Lucifer shrieked hearing the bartender's voice. After seeing Husk standing behind the bar, he breathed out a sigh of relief and clutched his hand to his rapidly beating heart. "Geez, warn a guy next time!" Husk huffed and returned to cleaning the whiskey glass he held in his hand. "How, uhh, how much of that did you hear?"
"Enough to know that you're a fucking mess right now," the cat demon replied, setting down his now clean glass. "Perhaps you need a bartender to talk to."
"Uhh, alright?" Lucifer made his way over to the bar and took a tentative seat on one of the stools.
"This is about your girl, ain't it?" Husk correctly guessed, "about the wedding?" Lucifer sighed and nodded. "Mhmm. You love this gal, don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do!" Lucifer answered almost defensively. "She's...my everything!"
Husk picked up another dirty glass to clean. "And has she given you any reason to doubt that she feels the same way?"
Lucifer huffed. "Well, I...no, no she hasn't. She's always been there for me. Listening to my ramblings, making me laugh, consoling me during the worst times, like last night...she's...she's just perfect!"
"So what's the holdup?" Husk asked after setting the other glass down.
"It's not as simple as you're making it out to be, Husker," Lucifer retorted, pushing his way back from the bar. "I loved Lilith with all of my heart and soul. And she said...that she loved me too. But then one day, she was just gone. Vanished. We fell together. We built a life here TOGETHER! And she just leaves? It's like the last 10,000 years together meant absolutely NOTHING!" Lucifer ran his hands through his hair, trying to keep his composure. "I-I can't lose her like like I lost Lilith. I just can't! I just want to be enough for her. I don't know what I would do if she...", he couldn't finish his sentence. He sat back down at the bar, resting his head in his arms. "The pain would break me..."
The sound of a glass sliding across the counter top caught Lucifer's attention. When he lifted his head, he noticed a full glass of scotch sitting next to him. "Calms the nerves," Husk spoke. Lucifer let out a deep breath and took a swig, choking slightly in the process not realizing how strong it was.
"Not much of a drinker," Lucifer admitted, setting the glass down.
"Sir, if I may..." Husk began.
"You can call me Lucifer," the angel smiled slightly.
Husk smirked. "Lucifer, all I can tell you that love is a vulnerable emotion. I understand that you're afraid. Afraid that history will repeat itself, that your love is not meant to be, and that you're going to end up alone all over again." Lucifer's face sunk, lowering his head against his arms once more. "But," Husk continued, "I know one thing for sure. That girl up there ain't Lilith."
Lucifer raised his head, now hanging onto every word from the bartender.
"If anybody thinks you aren't enough, that's their own fucking problem. And I can tell you that your girl ain't like that at all. She adores ya, can't get her to shut up about ya! Hell, I couldn't even tell you why she ended up down here in the first place! Another one of Heaven's fuck ups, for sure. But for your sake, I'm glad she did." Husk reached over and gulped down Lucifer's unfinished glass of scotch. "Be a shame if it went to waste."
Lucifer let out the smallest of laughs. "Thank you, Husker. And you're right, even in this God forsaken pit, she manages to make it just a little bit brighter. She saved me. And I'm going to devote every moment of my immortal life to her."
"Good to hear. Now..." Husk slammed his hand down on the counter, "get your shit together and go get ready! You got a wedding to attend."
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Flickering Firelight
Luke Castellan x Reader
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Summary: Three snapshots of a relationship with Luke Castellan, before during and after the things he does for Kronos.
Word Count: 1,258
Category: Angst, Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
I sighed, leaning my head against my boyfriend's shoulder, both of us illuminated by the flickering light of the campfire we'd made on the beach. Everything had been so busy over the last week, and it was nice to finally have a moment just for us.
"Lotta new campers this summer," mused Luke, my best-friend-turned-boyfriend as of a few months ago. "We're gonna have a hell of a time with them in the Hermes cabin."
"Yeah. Hopefully it won't take too long for them to get claimed. Some of them have been pretty good about it, lately."
Luke just grunted, not really giving me a full response. I knew exactly how he felt about the Olympians and the things they did, so I let it drop.
"I have to say, it's nice to have everybody back, though," I said, gently changing the subject. I took Luke's hand in mine, gently tracing lines with my thumb. "The whole place just feels more alive with the summer campers here."
"True. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to getting them all back into shape in the sword arena, since I just know almost none of them practiced while they were gone."
"Now that is a show that I'd like to watch."
Luke huffed a laugh, and I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk that I absolutely adored, and which made my heart race.
"I've got a good feeling about this summer," I said, moving a little closer to Luke as I spoke. The smirk faded from his lips, replaced with a more thoughtful expression I couldn't totally read.
"Yeah. So do I."
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I hadn't seen the love of my life in a long time, and now we stood on opposite sides of a battlefield. And he wasn't really my Luke.
The flickering firelight of the burning city around me reflected off of gold armor, in the gold eyes I didn't recognize.
"Luke..." My voice broke on his name, turning into a hoarse whisper I hardly recognized. "Please..."
The only indication the man I loved was still in there was the slightest twitch of his eye. Time slowed as the monster that had brought him into this mess smiled at me, nothing like the mischievous grin I knew and loved.
"Nice try, little hero. But he's gone. And so are you."
I tried to raise my sword as Kronos advanced on me, but my arms were like lead. I was among the last defenders of Olympus, further out from the final ring my friends had made. I wanted to make a meaningful stand to try to stop this here and now, but as the seconds inched by, it became more and more clear that wouldn't be possible.
The last thing I saw was Luke's stupid sword Backbiter, with its bronze and steel blade, flashing through the air towards me, held by a monster using someone I loved as a mask.
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I sighed as I put my feet up on the stone ring of the firepit before me, leaning back in an extra-comfy lounge chair. The sun shone down on me, warming my skin despite being Olympus knew how far underground. Here, it didn't matter. I'd found paradise.
Based on the fact that Elysium still existed at all, I knew my friends had managed to succeed. It hadn't been too long after I'd first arrived here that someone brought news that confirmed it: Kronos and his Titans had been defeated. Olympus had won the day.
Sadly, I wasn't down here by myself. Too many friends were here with me, all of us dying in the fight and at least making it here together, as a small silver lining. We'd taken over a whole section of the place as our own secondary Camp Half-Blood, enjoying the peace here together while we could.
Some of us had even tried for rebirth, and more were headed that way. But I couldn't bring myself to leave. At least, not yet.
I kept waiting for what I was almost confident wouldn't happen, but I refused to move on all the same. Silena had made it down here, after all, despite being a spy for the Titans. She'd realized her error and made a change, helping our cause and redeeming herself enough for Elysium. Based on other accounts from above, Luke had done something similar. He'd also done much worse than Silena, but I still couldn't make myself give up hope of seeing him here too.
"Hey."
I looked up to find Ethan Nakamura, one of Luke's lieutenants who'd defected at the very, very end, looking at me from a few feet away. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he blew out a breath.
"Somebody's here to see you."
I frowned, then shot up straight in my seat as a familiar face stepped out from behind one of the residences of Elysium. Luke, looking more sheepish and unsure than I'd ever seen him in either of our lives, struggled to meet my eyes. I froze, hardly believing what I was seeing. It was him. Like he'd been before all this shit with the Titans.
He finally looked up, and his eyes were his own, all trace of that horrible gold gone.
Tears flooded down my face as I rushed forward, wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. I sobbed into his chest as I held him, my Luke, somehow here with me after death when I never thought I'd see him again.
He breathed my name like he didn't believe I was real, his arms finally coming around me and holding me tight. We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other, hearts pressed against each other. Finally, it started to sink in that he was really here with me, after everything we'd been through. I pulled back just a bit, so I could look him in the eyes again. Those beautiful eyes that I loved met mine.
"Luke..." I breathed, a smile lighting up my face. Slowly, a beaming smile spread on his own, mirroring mine.
"I- I didn't think you'd be happy to see me."
My heart ached at his words, and I leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek before meeting his eyes again.
"I wasn't happy with the choice you made, Luke, and a lot of bad things came from it. But you came back to me in the end. If what I've been hearing is right, you helped save the world, at the cost of your own life. And even at the worst moments, I never stopped loving you."
"I never stopped loving you, either. If I could go back, if I could do things differently-"
I put one finger to his lips, gently cutting him off before he could get too far down that path.
"I know, Luke. But you can't. None of us can do anything to change the past. So we might as well enjoy where we are now."
He nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips. I leaned up to press mine gently against his own, the kiss soft and sweet and everything I'd been missing since that last summer we'd had together. I let myself enjoy the moment, Luke's hands tightening on my waist, then pulled away.
"Come on," I said, trailing my hand down from his shoulder to take his hand. "Let me show you around, and then we can get some marshmallows and hang out by the fire."
Luke beamed. "I can't think of anything in the world that I'd rather do."
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FRIENDLY CHAT
Hey! Sorry to pull you in here before your break, we just need a quick chat. So, long story short, uh, a customer complained that you point-blank offered him a condom.
This isn't the first time. You know it's against company policy. You're only supposed to get them if the customer requests it first. Like, you're not even supposed to have them on display. I know that part is stupid, but if the regional manager checks the tapes and sees condom bowls in plain view, I'd still get written up.
No, no, absolutely not, I'm not going to write you up. I don't think it's necessary and you know it goes totally against my management style. I want to talk through your concerns.
I wanna remind you that we take all the recommended industry-standard precautions. In fact we go above them! First off, you're fully vaxxed, and that's the end of ninety percent of things to worry about, period. You've got an IUD on the company health plan, even though your T-shots probably suppress it. The customers get a physical screen in the waiting area. All us boys and girlies get tested every three weeks, twice as frequent as the industry standard.
That's already extensive, it makes you safer than the vast majority of people in our line of work. If we did any more, customers will get the wrong idea. They'll think we're an unclean brothel with unclean customers. It'd remind them too much of all the you-know-what from the past few years.
Yes, you're not wrong about that. Breakthrough infections happen, and people get sick. But you know what I'm gonna say? You're very robust, you know that? You've been here for what, eighteen months, you've been pulling long hours and beacoup extra shifts and you've barely caught a sniffle. The testosterone must be helping!
Now you might not stay this lucky forever, that's why we have six paid sick days and a flexible admin rota. Usually when you catch something it'll be a mild itch and trouble peeing. You won't even wanna rest, and yeah you won't get the full rate for paid clients, you can still get paid to do the laundry and the paperwork for a week while it clears up.
Every year I get a couple of colds from my kids and take three or four days off, and every year I always get a VD from one of the clients and spend a week washing sheets and cleaning dildos. You know what that gives me? Two or three days rolled over into vacation time!
Yes, you can get unlucky. You can get a couple of back-to-back infections. I tell every boy and girl who starts here the same thing: before they take out a loan on a new car or move out of their toxic roommate situation, make sure to get two weeks pay in a savings account. Even if you do have to dip into your rainy day fund, you know full well that there's always extra shifts to pick up around here.
Yeah, you can catch something nasty. You can have a bad reaction. We all remember how scary it was before the vaccines were available. But here's the thing: you drive to work, right? You're on the freeway twice a day. Forty-thousand people die every year in car crashes, and tens of thousands more get life-changing injuries. You don't spend every day worrying about that, right?
You just get on with it and live your life.
Look, I'm really sorry about this whole thing. You're really special to me, you know that? You're a genuine friend to me, I mean that. We get on really well, all the girls love you, you're a hit with clients and that's why I jumped on this y'know? This job is only as fun as the people here make it, and I don't want to see you written up for something that can be talked out.
Discipline here is so stupid. I'm fucking sick of the owners hassling girls, and boys, out of working here and then crying and bitching when we can't meet customer demand.
I said I'd be out of here as soon as I get my HVAC cert but if they put us all through that again I'll just quit on the spot. That's why I want to look out for you. You've helped me through some really difficult times, on shift and off. I wouldn't have been able to get through junket season without you. I'm serious, if you hadn't joined when you did, there'd be gun laws named after me.
Thanks for listening, and again, I'm sorry for even bringing this stuff up. Just promise you'll keep what I've said in mind? We've all got to look out for each other here.
Hey, once you're back from break, can I have your help with something? I've got a no-refusal client and well, all the other girls refused. What? No I don't want you to take him, c'mon man I'm not gonna let you off a written warning to guilt you into picking up my shit, honestly! No, I'm the supervisor on shift so it's up to me.
Anyway he's not into boys, even pretty ones like you, sorry. But he's a real charmer, so would you mind sticking close in case he starts throwing up or throwing hands? If I have to hit the panic button I think Sergei will throw him out of a window, and nobody needs that headache.
Thanks, I really appreciate it. We'll be in the spa room, so let me know when you're ready to play pool boy…
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Watched the second ep. I don't have pics this time but I'm gonna do my best to make a good post anyway. RWBY volume 9 spoilers and criticism below the keep reading. Also this is a long one!
Praise
The use of 'business person.' About ten years of gender-specific stuff like 'Huntsman Academies' instead of 'Hunter Academies' aside, it's nice to hear some gender neutral terms.
On its own, removed from the comedy and bad tone of the volume and the moment two seconds before it, I really enjoyed Weiss reflecting on the weight of what happened, the loss of her home, the fact that their plan could've been (and kind of was) a disaster that put people at risk, the possibility of losing the Relics, acting like they made mistakes... I also really like Ruby's response to it, her "you did the best you could to save Atlas" was said in this weak kind of stiff way like Ruby knows that's a meaningless comfort that doesn't help. And then when Weiss talks about Penny, Ruby just turns away and keeps walking? That's good. This on its own felt like a really good moment.
Also, I like the choice of framing in the conversation, specifically Weiss gripping her sword. Yesss those trauma responses motherfucker, yeeeeah! That's what we wanna see!
I really love the concept of the weather in wonderland clearly connecting to emotions (and so far, more Ruby's emotions than anything else.) I kind of even like how it changes on a dime.
The soldier waving to the little kid? Kind of cute!
Ruby's "Look, we may not know exactly what's going on. But for whatever reason, this place is putting us on a similar path as a book we all read as kids. I say we follow it... And stop pretending we know what we're doing." First off, this is what I mean when I say the voice acting for Ruby has much improved. The delivery is great, the emotions are great, the twinge of bitterness despite her seeming to be trying at the start to give one of her usual speechesTM leading to her ending with her dark statement of them not knowing what they're doing, it's great. Second off, she's her uncle's niece, that's for sure, I love this new angle for her actually. Third off, please please please don't have this written off by the end of the season with an "actually there's nothing we could've done differently, nothing that needs to change, Ruby is back to normal." I have a lot of complaints about this episode already typed up (because I'm writing both criticism and praise as I watch) but this is a good direction for Ruby and I'm liking this growth for her actually surprisingly a lot. Everything else, I do not like, but Ruby is so far my absolute favorite part of this season, which is as it should be. And I want these changes to mean something in the long run even if she - as she should - regains some confidence and optimism near the end. I want her to come out of this more cautious, more mature, a bit more cynical, a bit open to council and other solutions and working on her own shortcomings and accepting some nuance. This is good groundwork, I'm really hoping the writers can take this thing the whole way through.
Guys, I feel kind of bad, I really expected to have more praise... But by and large... I didn't like this episode. Let's talk about why.
Criticism
First off, gonna say right away. Yang being like "are we just gonna sit here thinking about that in silence, or...?" What a weird way to start an episode. That's a 'back from a commercial break' line you'd find in Phineas and Ferb.
The way that the 'anime-animation' has gone up by a hundred in this volume is bad, the show has been written so that it's mostly normal with maybe two or three anime-animation gags a season for ages, and they always feel out of place because of how little they're used, and now they kicked it up to eleven jam-packing as many into their show as possible, and it's annoying! The "reason" may be because the writers wanted this volume to feel different than RWBY. If that's the case then congrats the show RWBY doesn't feel like RWBY at all even in vibes right now.
Weiss: "And Yang got her arm stolen by a- by a- what was it, that you said?" Boy howdy. Let's just gloss over Yang actually telling them what happened, so we can by pass their reactions and act like it's all just old hat and stupid and tiring. It's not like the audience needs to be engaged. It's not like this is meant to be the first time the audience is hearing about this.
Weiss (paraphrased): "Just because this place is weird doesn't mean we're actually inside a fairy tale." Me: "Good, someone is going to point out that the sentencing is really weird considering that it doesn't make sense for them to think they just blue-skadoo'd into the pages of a fairy tale and they're going to take this moment - the most logical moment - to talk about how it's more likely that this world must've been traversed by someone who returned to Remnant and based a fairy tale they've read off of it (which is VERY Journey to the Center of the Earth starring Josh Hutcherson and Brendan Fraser by the way) and therefore whether this is an after-life or another dimension or something else that they logically ought to consider, they can get back." Yang: "Also this thing that may be reflective of something that might have happened in a fairy tale happened to me." Weiss: "Actually yes we're probably 'in a fairy tale.'"
Ruby, the girl who explicitly loved FAIRY TALES SPECIFICALLY: "Some of this is sort of familiar." Blake, the girl who may like fairy tales alongside the other books she reads (once joked at majority being trashy romance novels in the show, and repeatedly in Chibi): "I recognize this at once!" Weiss, the girl who grew up in a strict home where she's never once mentioned ever liking even any form of entertainment as far as I can remember: "That's just something we all read as kids." Gee whiz, I wish this was actually... Something better. XD
"Alyx" fought a "Jabberwalker" and beat the "Red King" and met the "Curious Cat." Listen, this is all... Very boring. I know I haven't actually encountered some of these things yet, but despite feeling like them doing things like making Pinnochio become a real person was lazy, RWBY has never been this lazy before. At least when they literally uncreatively named a character Sun Wukong, he wasn't just an immortal godlike character you meet in a rushed journey to the west pocket of an adventure where everything is Journey to the West themed and the characters in RWBY were like "this is the world of Travel to the Western Location, it's a book that exists that we're going to have to go through." Not only am I bored, I'm very annoyed.
Little: "I'll lead the way! Right to-" *Cuts to Little sleeping* Immediately, I'm done as hecking heck with the pointlessness of this mouse so far. "They might have a point later" Well until then, they're annoying, and they could have a point right the frick now by acting as a guide, but instead all they're doing and seemingly their only purpose as of yet is as bad comedy in a season so far filled with more than enough bad comedy.
Blake: "Alyx didn't know the customs and ended up starting a war." Yang: "Well, she was kind of a bad person, right? She lied and cheated her way through most of the book." Weiss: "She was trying to survive. The morals of those old stories are so simplistic." Weiss...... Do you remember how you all fucking hated Ozpin for three seasons because he lied and were fine with him getting punched over it? Do you remember how you guys decided that 'saving what we can in a trolley problem' made someone evil? Do you remember when you pointed what was essentially a loaded gun at your underage civilian brother because he was in the way? Do you remember how you acted like Yang had slapped Ruby because she suggested that Ruby might have been wrong about something? Do you remember when Blake accused May of acting like Ironwood when she told you guys that you had to choose to do something to help people instead of sitting around and doing nothing and you were just like "yuh-huh." And that's not even getting into how this show has treated so much as cut-and-dry either you're good or you're evil for the past three seasons in the narrative, leaving no room for nuance in the conversation. Hopefully this season will address some of that, but it still leaves Weiss looking like a massive hypocrite for this line.
When Yang says what happened with the racoon, the animation used to tell that story is not it for me champs. Idk who decided that. Why couldn't they just mimic the art style of Yang's story about looking for Raven when she was a kid and Qrow helping her? What, is the 'tone' of that style of art too serious for their comedic stuff they've got going on?
Yang and Blake: *Almost touch hands.* Weiss: "About time." ABOUT TIME FOR WHAT, WEISS? THEY HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! They've literally held hands at least twice now
And that Blake has also done with Ruby and Weiss
Yes, this time Yang and Blake are doing it with Energy that was non-existent for Blake and Ruby and Blake and Weiss, but they've been doing everything with ENERGY since volume six. This is nothing new, this is just another way of the show writers and Rooster Teeth going "see? See? They're actually something (probably) so just wait teehee" but first off, I don't like it and I wish they'd just progress Blake and Yang's relationship because they haven't done anything now that's different from the cake picture or the practicing their dancing. But second off, boy does Weiss look an oblivious chump. "About time." Where have you been???
And also, at the writers, just because you act like it's new and significant doesn't mean it is. What is this hesitation for?
Also! Weiss and Ruby: *Stop walking, start having a serious conversation.*
Yang and Blake:
Bro, when I'm walking with my sister and she stops, I??? Stop walking??? So we can walk together??? When my sister stops walking to have a sad serious conversation about being sad and serious, I just??? Stop to talk to her?? It kind of makes Blake and Yang feel like they're so caught up in each other that they're just ignoring not only the dire situation they're in and the dire situation Remnant is in, but also the feelings and suffering of Ruby and Weiss. And it's just... Not what I want to see tbh? Like I want to see them acting like they care enough to at least notice what the other two are going through.
The amount of screentime that's already been spent on Little being just so silly and quirky is really wrecking my enjoyment. I wish they had left Little behind when they left the mice army. Actually, I wish Little (and also the mice army) had never existed at all.
"So which one is Yang's arm?" I feel like this is from a little kids show for five year olds. "Okay kids, the mean racoon has disguised what he stole as something else. Is it the green doll, the pink rabbit, or the yellow-and-black staff that looks kind of like Yang's arm that's made of metal? Do you guys remember what color Yang's arm is?" *Kids voice* "Yellow!" Hand of the Creator making Team RWBY look like idiots here tbh. Cringe. At least Yang went on to assume it's her arm - because that's what her heart told her - but yikes was that dumb.
Also though the racoon is massively bad and bigoted. Everything about this racoon is a negative stereotype associated with the Romani people and it's coming out in 2023, this is a really bad look especially from Bigoted "NO WE SWEAR WE'VE CHANGED" Bad Business Practices Inc.
The sword thing doesn't make sense to me tbh. Other people who say things better than me have talked about the lack of logic regarding the sword being here in the first place, but what I'm gonna talk about is the lack of emotions tied up in this item. By talking about Doctor Who. So, the writers of Doctor Who wanted the Eleventh Doctor to have something to remember his companion Amy Pond by after she left after a whopping two and a half seasons (more than achieved by even Rose Tyler in modern Who) for his remaining half a season left on the show, as an emotional gut-punch for the many fans who loved Amy and the other companion Rory who left at the same time. So they had the Eleventh Doctor wear Amy's glasses.
The problem with this is... Amy only ever wore glasses in her very last episode, so... There was no real emotional significance in them. They weren't iconic to Amy, they weren't something the viewer knew well, they were something transparently invented for an emotional moment that was completely unearned. This is a bit more than what happened with Penny's sword which I think probably were just invented to give Penny something to fight with now that she was no longer a robot. But it's still the case that I feel zero emotional connection to this thing I've seen in the last like two episodes of volume eight that only appeared right before Penny's death. It isn't like this moment
Especially now that Penny's been in five seasons with her regular weapons tied to her robotic body. That's what we're used to. This is one (of many) reasons why they should have left Penny as a robot. This is already a do-over - Penny died in a terrible fall of a kingdom more or less at the hands of Cinder and Ruby is left with her sword. It's almost like they realized that Penny's death mattered to the viewers and yet nothing significant was ever really done with Penny's death, Penny's sword, or Ruby's reactions and so they copy-pasted the events, tweaked 'em for the story they were in the middle of already, and then were like "OKAY TAKE TWO." But because of them changing Penny's robotic body out for a flesh one and therefore tossing aside the iconic design of her weapon we all know and love, I'm sitting here going "Oh look, green glass that the writers want me to associate with Penny."
Although I do think that the voice actress for Ruby has improved this season, someone please tell them that their whimpering doesn't sound good or convincing.
Also that whole 'get our stuff' section lasted about five minutes. "We're gonna have to get our stuff back." "Oh no we don't know what our stuff is?" "Let's use our feelings to figure out what our stuff is." "Omg, we can't pay the cost of that." "The stuff is revealed as our stuff." "We're gonna have to fight for it!" "I'm so sad about Penny!" "Okay we got our stuff, let's get out of here!" I've said before that RWBY struggles to let people sit with the weight of any emotions which makes things seem really shallow, but this is ridiculous. I feel nothing about Yang not being willing to give up what it feels like to be loved as the price of her arm, because... If I had been grabbing my Red Bull for the two seconds that had happened, I would've missed that, nobody reacted to it, and it was just gone. All of that legit could've been a whole upset with emotional beats where the girls grapple with concepts of having to give up things or not having enough hope to fill up a jar, but instead it's five minutes of rushed comedy-centric nothing that started and then just kind of stopped while I'm just like feeling nothing.
Blake's "I've read so many stories, I... Never thought I'd be the moral of one" Is clearly played straight? As in, it's clearly played as serious and not just for laughs, as 'emotional' music starts playing. But what part of the last scene outside of Ruby's whimper and holding the sword was I meant to take seriously? The whole thing was played up for comedy and Blake didn't seem to be taking it that seriously either - and five minutes prior had been joking and teasing and laughing with Yang in the most carefree manner. I'm sorry if I can't take her crisis seriously now, but I really can't. I actually got confused because I was like 'ah somebody messed up and started playing serious music? Oh wait no, it's gonna cut out for a joke. No? They're being serious?" Bleh
Weiss: "We are not IN A BOOK." Me: "Good, someone is going to point out that it doesn't make sense for them to think they just blue-skadoo'd into the pages of a fairy tale and they're going to take this moment - the most logical moment - to talk about how the author or Alyx or whoever probably just wrote about someone having an adventure in this place that could be an afterlife or another dimension or something else that they logically ought to consider, and their own adventure shouldn't be the same as there's because this is a different time and it's not the foregone conclusion to think the exact same things that happened to her would happen to them (some of this is reminiscent of Tim Buton's Alice in Wonderland btw) but that they can try to get out the same way she did." Weiss: "And even if we were, we know how it ends!" I guess at least they're doing the last part??
Weiss: *Hits herself with a rock so hard that she falls to the ground and doesn't get up for at least two seconds.* The other members of Team RWBY:
Can this show try to convince me these characters care about each other outside of Big MomentsTM, at least a little? Nobody tries to help calm Weiss down? Nobody asks her if she's okay? Nobody tries to help her up? Nobody even reacts? Ruby doesn't even look up? "It's a comedic moment!" Well, first off, not three seconds before it happened or two seconds after it happened, it isn't. And second off, so? Even in a comedic moment, it'd make sense to have someone say "are you okay?"
Also the toy looking guards remind me of Orbot and Cubot from Sonic the Hedgehog... That's not a compliment, they're super annoying.
Okay... Ruby's speech about Penny is not nearly as emotional as everyone made it out to be. I've seen so many people be like "This episode had me crying so hard over Ruby's eulogy to Penny" And then I get to the ep, and she says kind of really impersonal stuff? I mean, maybe it would've seemed shallow if after Ruby's lack of happiness at Penny's actual resurrection she acted like she and Penny had been best friends, but still. "The most powerful warrior to ever live." Okay, I'll believe that Ruby believes that. "She was touched by magic." And so are at least five other characters Ruby knows including herself. "She gave her life for thousands." Sure, okay, but that's still not personal. "She took a message of hope to the stars." Well, that message may have caused mass hysteria that could theoretically bring down every civilization in Remnant, but yep, Ruby sure thought that was an important act that should be done. "And she saw the world through better eyes." See, this is the only one that seems kind of emotional or something specifically connected to Penny, but it still sounds like something people would say about a long dead astronaut they never knew at some kind of gala. Look, I'm ribbing on this, but I actually think this makes sense - Ruby is pushing down her emotions, and she didn't have the connection with Penny she used to after her first death based on her reactions to Penny being alive (it's more like she really wanted to have the connection she used to,) and she's suffering with the concept that all she (and tbh Penny) had done in the most recent fall could've meant a lot of bad despite her (and Penny's) best intentions. It makes sense that her speech given while in the middle of squashing down her feelings is stiff and not very personal, but it's just really not what I imagined. And with RWBY's history, I'm not sure this is meant to be played as Ruby being stiff and impersonal, it might very well be meant to be a deeply emotional tribute to a beloved character that's meant to trigger waterworks in fans everywhere. And if so, it's just wildly disappointing tbh.
Also, the tone between comedy and serious was horribly done yet again, and also still not combat.
All in all, this episode...
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This was a Christmas draft I had for Jisung. It was so cute I love writing for Jisung
Jisung x idol reader
You and Jisung decorate the offices before you finally decide to admit you have a crush on him
Absolute fluff a swear or two
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you watched as Jisung fought with the christmas lights. you were helping him decorate as one of the youngest in the company you were put on christmas decor duty with the other maknaes. ninging knew of your crush on jisung so she drug chenle off to help he and sungchan with cookies and hot cocoa in the cafe leaving you two along to put lights up in the atrium. your solo debut was supposed to happen in the new year do you'd been busy preparing for that and you haven't had time for anything close to break in a long time so spending this time decorating and talking with your peers didn't feel like work at all. They'd all be busy working on their comeback and stuff you'd felt kind of alone being the only one still left in the SM basement.
"is this good?" jisung asked you looking over with his adorable puppy eyes.
"yes, i think so." you said eyeing the way they were haphazardly hung in some places. "maybe we can fix these spots though." you said walking over giggling
"ah my poop hands." jisung said a blush rising on his cheeks "i'm glad your here to help me out." he said
"me too."you admitted
"you've been super busy. it's been so long since we've hung out." jisung said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck
"i know. but i finally get to debut." you said "it's gotta be perfect." you said turning to grab some garland off the table your heart stopped when you swore you heard him say your already perfect "hmm?" you asked wondering if he would clarify
"i said it's hard to be perfect." your heart sank a little. you'd think after 5 years your crush would go away especially seeing as he never seemed to notice ANY of your flirting you knew he was shy and awkward and adorable but jeez he can't be that clueless.
"yeah you would know you guys are doing amazing." you said. he blushed and brushed off the compliment
"the world is gonna go crazy for you." just you wait he said sincerely "did you record yet?" he asked moving over to the next window
"yeah. i did last week, i just got the demo back today."
"can i hear it?" he asked
"lets finish this then we'll sneak off to the studio like when we were trainees." you said catching his eyes hoping he would say yes. you two would always sneak off to the studios and mess around with the equipment and record each other singing all kinds of songs.
"i don't know." he said "aren't we a little old for messing around."
"depends on what kind of messing around your talking about park jisung." you said confidence surging through you in that moment
"what." was all he said shock all over his face
"i'm kidding!" you laughed "your so much fun to tease jisungie." you said ruffling his hair. his cheeks practically crimson. "no but for real i'll play it for you after we finish this." you said hanging up some more of the lights and garland. about and hour had passed and you were both finished with the decorating just cleaning up what was left over when jisung looked over at his manager sleeping on the chair in the corner
"studio?" he whispered
"you sure?"you asked
"he won't even know we're gone." he said grabbing your hand sparks flew up your entire arm, you nodded and before you know it you were being led down the halls of the place you and jisung had spend many years together having the time of your lives, crying together, laughing together.
the first studio you had found was unlocked. jisung opened the door pulled you in and made a show of making sure no one saw before closing the door and giving you the okay symbol
"play me this wonderful masterpeice you have created." he said with a wink. jisung was growing, his little moments of confidence would catch you off guard sometimes. you were used to being the confident one. truth is you'd wanted to play this song for him for a long time, it was actually written about him. you were shocked that they were letting you debut with a song you had written but this song meant the world to you. the lyrics of a first love that you had grown with a first love that will always be with you, a first love that you still long for. you'd watched as jisung listened his face showing all the things he was feeling. you could tell he liked you. his little sounds of amazement at your high notes and riffs at the ending you were certain in that moment you'd be in love with park jisung for the rest of your life.
"wahh." was all he said when it was finished "this is amazing." he said a few moments later "your voice. it grew so much." he smiled "the lyrics are beautiful, how did you come up with them?" he asked
"real life experience." you said looking down, it was now or never.
"are you still in love with renjun hyung?" he asked. you'd told him years ago you'd had a crush on renjun so he'd stop pestering you and he kind of ran with it. in actuality renjun knew the truth as well.
"no!" you said slapping him
"then who is it?" he asked looking at you confused
"you." you said quietly
"hmm?" he said more confusion
"YOU!" you said loudly this time. "park jisung i'm so fucking in love with you it's driving me insane." you said
"for real?" He asked shock on his face
"no i'm joking." you said flatly "YES for real. i don't know how you don't know! literally everyone else know! but you!"
"i don't think chenle knows, he would have told me." he said matter of factly
"jisung....." you said
"sorry. not important." e said laughing "for real?" he asked again amazement on his face "i mean all this time i thought it was renjun hyung and karina told me you'd been in love wtih haechan..." you couldn't take his rambling anymore you leaned down and met his lips you could feel the shock on his face at first but soon he was kissing back his hands reaching up to hold you behind your head softly. how did he know to do that. you held on to his shoulders and pulled away. his cheeks beet red again looking up at you with amazement in his eyes "me, got it. no one else." he nodded trying to play off his embarrassment.
"was that your first kiss?" you asked him, he didn't look at you as he nodded
"i'm glad it was with you though." he said reassuringly "i only used to ask you about who you liked because i kind of liked you back then."
"back then." you said
"and now to of course. oh my god that was amazing. please do it again." he said motioning around the room wildly with his hand you couldn't help but laugh at him. he was absolutely adorable. you love grew as you grew with him and this was hopefully only the beginning of the love that could grow between the two of you.
#jisung x reader#park jisung#NCT dream#nct x reader#jisung x y/n#idol reader#nct#jisung fluff#jisung fic#jisung drabbles
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I was writing last night so I didnt liveblog my thoughts on it but! I am officially all caught up with Discovery, until s5 premieres later this week. gonna discuss my thoughts below, so spoiler warning!
overall, I really like Discovery! I love the characters, I love the dynamics between all of them, and I think the plots each season have been fun. sure, some of them are a bit convoluted, but hey its Star Trek so I expect that
I think jumping 930 years into the future helped with some of the issues I was having with the first 2 seasons, in that it was really hard to see this series as a prequel. ive talked a lot about how while the writing and everything made it clear this was a prequel, it just didnt look like a prequel. now, it doesnt have to, and the writing isnt held back by having to be a prequel, so we get to see and do some really cool shit. the new species introduced were awesome, ive loved seeing the federation come together, ive loved seeing different species we already knew and loved but so far in the future. I think the choice to go so far into the future was, overall, a good one
I think my biggest gripe overall with Discovery is that so many characters just. dont stay dead. I think this was fine with Hugh, I thought how they did it with him made as much sense (as much sense as anything in Star Trek makes) and it was pulled off really well, and I was satisfied from a writing standpoint and from an emotional standpoint. with Gray it was... fine. it was well-explained, but a bit of a cop-out. still, fine. Book's made me roll my eyes. im sorry, his was stupid. here's why I think so
I like Book. im not super attached to him, but I like him. I liked the conflict with him in s4. and I thought his death was actually done really well. it was sudden, and jarring, but you also realized pretty quickly that yeah. it was always going to end this way. Michael did everything she could, but she was never going to be able to save him. for a brief moment we think maybe he's saved, and then he's gone. it was harsh, but it was good (lemme give a shoutout to Sonequa Martin-Green's acting again cause her crying is VISCERAL) and then its immediately undone because Book is miraculously saved by 10-C. so, now, on top of having a cop-out resurrection, we also have an established pattern of Discovery being unwilling to kill characters and keep them dead
this isnt true with every case, of course. Discovery has absolutely no problem with killing villains and minor characters, and even killing characters we're familiar with but who dont play major roles. but now that we've done this resurrection thing multiple times, its going to affect how I view s5 and any situation they present where a major character might die. the emotional stakes just won't be there, because im gonna sit there and think about how we've been here before, and its never stuck. ill have a hard time taking any of those situations seriously, because ill be wondering how theyre gonna bring them back this time
that said, im still excited for s5 and cant wait to see what it has in store. of the newer Treks ive seen so far, Discovery is definitely one of the better ones. its absolutely better than Picard. I have a hard time comparing it to Lower Decks, since theyre such vastly different shows, but ive enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed Lower Decks. from what we saw of the SNW cast in Discovery, im now cautiously optimistic that ill at least enjoy the characters in SNW, even if I have to deal with. another prequel
I probably won't liveblog Discovery s5 when I watch it, just to avoid spoilers. so, see yall when I start SNW tonight!
#star trek: discovery#refusing to commit to killing major characters is not a gripe I only have with Discovery#it just has the most examples of this#I was PISSED when Q showed back up at that little end scene in Picard#it felt like such a slap in the face after Picard s2 handled his death and closure so beautifully#but yeah. Discovery does it constantly#in my honest opinion here's my hot take#it would've been more satisfying if Book died and Michael had to accept that she could do everything right and still lose#it would've been heart wrenching but it would've hit better#but I think my real scalding take is that it would've been better if Gray wasn't made corporeal#and instead melded fully into being a past life within Adira#could've been a real 'when you love yourself thats me loving you' type thing which would've been beautiful#especially with a character who struggles like Adira does#im. fine. with Gray being around and physical I think its fine and it doesnt annoy me as much as Book's cop-out resurrection#but still. I would've done it differently
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ok I FINALLY caught up (just before the s4 finale too let's go) and there's so much I need to say!! firstly, like always, the writing is just next level like I've laughed, I've cried, I've stared at my phone in shock I love this universe so much. idk where to actually start so this is so out of order and so long sorry but kenneth!! that whole plot was so sad but the resolution was so cathartic and lucas and grace becoming kinsleys is so beautiful and I'm so proud of him reclaiming himself. CHARLIE!! my jaw dropped when he came out to eleanor I wasn't expecting it but I'm so proud of my boy!! like he deserves to be happy and who he is!!!! him and zay oh I love them so, I'm so excited to see if zay's going on tour or not but I hope they're ok either way. FARKLE!! MY ORIGINAL BOY!! I was rooting for him and isa so much and I just want him to be happy. also ik I said this on ig but as a longtime stuart and jennifer fan I wanna again thank u for making him an absolute wifeguy it's so cute and actually makes a lot of sense (like no wonder u two have six kids 😭) and since gmw were cowards and never gave us their backstory I'm now accepting ambition as canon and I also eagerly await their spin off sksfjksk. anyway back to the main plot rucas I'm always rooting for u, riley matthews ik ur gonna do what's best for u both in or not in california!! the jeric wedding was sooo beautiful and rae!! maybe I'm name biased but I loved her, her connection to lucas was so sweet. super excited to see where josh and maya goes and yindra!! they could all work for the same label which would be so fun!! I kinda hope nigel gets to go to london (sorry jade) bc I think he'd do so well and they could still work somehow idk how but they could 😭😭 anyway sorry this went so long but I'm so excited for the finale ik it's gonna be amazing 💖💖
miss rae!! "like I've laughed, I've cried, I've stared at my phone in shock I love this universe so much" i adore how long this message is but rest assured, this sentiment alone would have been enough. this is exactly what we hope for with each new episode and it's so lovely every time y'all reiterate that we're hitting the mark. 💞
as for the rest of this beautiful wordy message (which we love and encourage):
yes on the friar plotline!! that piece of this world has truly been slow burning for years -- all the way back to season 1 -- and it was so cathartic to finally bring some clarity and closure to it. i can definitely say that writing 410 and 411 were challenging but also some of my favorite episodes to craft in the entire series (and, dare i say, some of our best). i'm so glad it landed and is paying off. it was so meaningful to start getting to write lucas james kinsley in the following episodes instead.
can't even get into the zc of it all i'm so *dial up noises* about them. make me insane, truly. it's been a long, hard-fought journey but oh did we get here. i'm so proud of both of them for the growth -- ESPECIALLY charlie, as you said. he's come so far (even if there remains tribulations to face, i.e., eleanor)
it's definitely been so fun to bring the minkus clan to life over the last five years. they are a unique, intriguing, colorful cast of side characters (just like the gardners), and i'm so happy that we have readers like you who enjoy even those details in our story universe. 😊 their dynamic as a family has certainly come a long way since the pilot too.
for everything else you've said... well, the finale awaits!! thank you so much for reading as always, pal, and i hope you enjoy the rest of the season (if you haven't already).
-- Maggie
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🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?
💖 What made you start writing?
🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?
🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? Maybe it's just because it's recent, but sugar, we're going down swinging was a journey. It started as me trying to conceptualize something that felt very unrealistic, literally began as a Tumblr post that said "I'm not gonna write this, but -", and turned into one of my longest-ever fics which was both my first in a new and scary fandom, the smuttiest thing I've ever written by several miles, a very challenging and unusual relationship dynamic, and two POVs that scared the hell out of me. I also made the mistake of posting the first of two chapters before the second was written (it was meant to be a oneshot, naturally), and it took eight months to write the second 😬 I was very grateful that there was still an audience at the end!
ghosts in the attic was also wild just in that it kind of happened to me in a way that writing rarely does - and when it does, it happens in the form of oneshots <10k words. This was the longest fic I've ever written about 4x over when it was posted, was written about a ship that I was brand new to on a show that I'd seen maaaaaybe 20 episodes out of? Out of 22 seasons? when I wrote it, and I pounded the whole thing out in about a month. I still don't know wtf that was about when there are fics I've been trying to finish for literal years about characters/ships I'm much more familiar with and invested in, but yeah. It just sort of happened.
In short - the last year has been a ride overall!
💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em? I've definitely written some first kisses but I don't think I've written anything I'd classify as a "first kiss fic". I like them though! I generally think of first kiss fics as a category being pretty fluffy and I don't write a lot of purely fluffy pieces - most first kiss moments that I've written have been more of a final piece of the puzzle than the main image - but I definitely enjoy reading them. I'm so big on slow-burn dynamics that first kiss moments can be absolutely life-changing when done well, lol.
💖 What made you start writing? I just always have! I was writing fanfiction in my elementary school notebooks before I knew fanfiction was a thing. After I'd read all of the Baby-Sitters Club books so many times that I knew them by heart, I just figured I'd write my own version. Then when I was about 10 I discovered that other people did the same thing and shared them online, and here we are 20 years later! (I did write/dictate original stories before writing fic, and all through school and beyond I continued to write and study all forms of creative writing, so fic is a very big but not my only writing outlet.)
🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories? None exists to my knowledge but I'd probably tattoo it on my body tbh.
ask me writing questions!
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Love in a Hopeless World
A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic for you! This was one of the options given to me.
Pairing: Chris Redfield x Male reader
Requested: @evansphnx12
Rating: Mature
Warnings: NSFW, smut, bottom male reader, sir kink, degradation, creampie, size kink, Choking kink, breeding kink, masturbation, and all characters are above the age of 18+
Word Count: 2355
Summary: Its turns out there weren't that many supplies in the old abandoned campus. So, you and Chris have to go deeper into the city to find more but during the little scavenge, Chris began to dirty thoughts...
I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And sorry for any errors that are found!
If you like what I write, how about check out my masterlist?
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M/n: Male name.
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DISCLAIMER!: I never played or watched any gameplay of the resident evil series. And this doesn’t follow any of the resident evil timelines, it’s on its own.
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Previously...
Then y'all had another round of hot steamy sex. And the others at the base had a hard time sleeping that night.
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Your eyes twitch at the unpleasant light hitting it directly. 'It's morning already?' you moved around only to feel wet sheets. 'What happened last night?'
Then you felt a body move and a muscular arm grab you, pulling you closer. You could feel the warmth, and muscular chest pushed against your back.
'Oh! That's right!' now you remembered why you were all sticky and sleeping against Chris. 'I had sex with my superior! But he felt the same.'
Then you felt Chris move around and waking up. "Hey, baby boy," Chris said with a raspy and deep voice. "Morning." you pressed your lips against his.
"If you continue, we may have to repeat what we did last night, baby," Chris growled as pulled back, gripping your waist. You smirked before getting up.
"Come one, we have to get ready. We have important business," you said. "Ugh, can't we just sleep in and have some... Fun?" Chris complained.
"I know you haven't had sex in 5 years but we need to go get those people. We'll have fun at the end of the day," you said stressing your muscles and popping your back.
The bed creaked meaning he finally got off his ass to get ready. "We need to go get those survivors. And scavenge for more supplies," you said putting your armor on and fixing it up.
After you both got your gear and weapons, you both walked into the main area with all the others.
Everybody looked at you both and immediately looked at way. There was awkwardness in the room. 'They must have heard me last night!' Hell! maybe the whole city heard it is quiet
"Uh,- sir... We have a situation." one of the soldiers said. "shot." Chris said. "Well... it turns out there weren't that many supplies found on the campus. We need more supplies if weren't gonna go get those survivors." the soldier said
You heard listening but your mind began to wonder. You still couldn't let go of the past, you remembered one of your siblings was accepted into MIT. This was 3 months after the Raccoon City Incident.
You would see on the news- Raccoon City survivors being discriminated against by the American people. "Hey, what do I keep saying?" Chris said next to you. His conversation was done.
"Stop thinking about the past, it's long gone," you replied, mimicking his voice. Chris laughed, "Okay, baby. But we need to go get those people."
You nodded but kind of chuckled at the fact that he didn't want to do anything today but now wants to do business.
"Come on, M/n! We have to get going. EVERYONE, protect the base at all cost." Chris commanded. "YES SIR!" they all said at the same time.
You, Chris, and a few others left the confines of the base. Even though it was morning, the sky still had a grey color to it. You open the door to the back seat and closed it.
"We should be there in 20 minutes or less." the driver said starting the engine up. "Alright, let's go." the armored car pulled out before driving down the messy road.
It wasn't long before you reached the waterfront. You could see the skyline perfectly, most buildings were on the verge of collapsing. Others were burnt to where the wall showed the skeleton.
Up ahead, you saw a bridge leading into Cambridge was destroyed. 'Longfellow Bridge.' You have been to Boston before and got to explore everything before the world went hell.
The ride continued for a while. There was nothing or anyone in sight. You could see the freeway ahead but like all other ways leading into Cambridge was destroyed.
"We're closing in on Bunker Hill. They said they are taking refuge by the monument." one of them said.
And wouldn't you know it? In the distance, you could see the tall granite obelisk peaking out. It kind of looked like the one down in D.C. but this one is still standing.
What you meant by "This one is still standing" is because the capital was hit by a nuclear warhead, along with other cities across the US.
The President and other government officials were evacuated and the countries important documents were evacuated as well. So, the legacy of the US would still live.
That means the President is still alive and is in some remote area devoid of zombie life.
"I see some people! They appear to be walking around." one of the soldiers said. And the people seem to notice us because they were waving at us.
"Stop the car," Chris said, the car stopped. He and others got out. Two of the survivors looked familiar? Like you have seen them before. They both were tall and had beards.
They walked up to y'all. "Please, are you here to rescue us?" one of them pleaded. "Yes, we're here to take you to our temporary base," Chris said.
They all smiled and some hugged each other. Chris ordered the soldiers to help some things and you approached the two survivors. "Why do you two look familiar?"
One of them laughed and smiled. "Well...- are you fan of Captain America and Thor?"
Your jaw dropped and your eyes widen. "No. Way. You're Chris Evans and Hemsworth!" you were lost at speech. "I thought y'all was dead! I- how-"
"Well, we survived! I'm not too sure about the others though..." Chris H said with that thick Australian accent. You both were just talking, unknown to Chris R was glaring holes into your head.
After y'all returned to MIT Dorms, you still talked with Chris E and H. You didn't even acknowledge Chris R's glares.
He was getting more and more jealous. 'I hate those two!' Chris yelled in his mind. They were taking your attention from him.
"We have to go M/n! We need to find supplies." Chris yelled at you. 'What's wrong with him?' you thought to yourself. "Bye guys!" You waved at the two Chris.
"He was fun to talk to." Chris H said and Chris E agreed.
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TIMESKIP (To Supermarket)
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You and Chris arrived at the market. There were some abandoned cars in the parking lot. "Come on." You both walked to the doors and opened them.
The place was absolutely trashed. Lights flickering, aisles tipped over, some cans on the floor - also money, which was useless-, and the roof caved in on the left side.
"Look for non-perishables. Canned food would be good and find any water- if there is any that is." you nodded your head before going down one of the aisles.
There were some canned foods but no water. The smell of a rotting corpse filled the air, you could hear flies buzzing. "Ugh." you covered your nose and looked at the rotting corpse. "Poor bastard..."
Meanwhile, Chris was looking for the same stuff, but he was still bitter about you talking to those guys. And completely ignoring him. He could already imagine your punishment.
He could imagine you begging for more, feeling the tightness of your ass wrapped around his cock. 'Shit.' Chris was getting hard. His cock was feeling restricted by the tight pants.
"Hurry up, M/n!" Chris yelled from the other side of the store. "Okay!" you finished gathering anything you could find. 'Why are we leaving early? We have few more places to loot/raid.'
You left the aisles and made your way to the front doors. "Come on, we have to go." you both we made went to the vehicle and drove back to base.
You had found some supplies. 15 canned foods, and some water as well. It wasn't much, but it's something.
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TIMESKIP (Arrival at the base.)
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You and Chris arrived at MIT. You were gonna go talk with Chris E and H, but Chris R wasn't having it.
"Hey-" Chris grabbed your hand and began to rush to the room. Everyone knew what was gonna happen. 'Ah, shit- there gonna go at it again.'
At the room, Chris pinned you against the wall and latched his lips onto yours. The kiss rough, his much larger body pushed against yours shows the difference in size.
His tongue pushed against your teeth telling you to open them. You slowly pushed your mouth, Chris immediately pushed his tongue and invaded your mouth.
"Mmm-" you moaned into the kiss as Chris began to grip your ass. "Up." He growled into your ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist and continued to make out.
He lifted you and carried you to the bed. He slammed you onto your back before pulling away and attacking your neck. "A-ah!" Chris found your sweet spot.
"You belong to me, M/n! I claimed you that night we had sex last night!" Chris growled. "Strip." he quickly removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxers.
You could see the outline thick meaty cock. "You got hard from just kissing me?" you laughed. "You don't talk me like that! You're the slut here." Chris growled as he gripped and slapped your thighs.
You whimpered under the touch. "Look at you, whimpering under me. And your pathetic cock got hard from me hitting you. But let's see what this ass has to say." Chris said as he put your legs on his shoulders
You then felt his thick slicked fingers at your entrance. One finger slips in, your muscles immediately clenched at the invader. "M-mm." you gripped the sheets as his finger pushed deeper.
Then a second finger went in. You clench even more as it did a scissor motion. "Aagh!" you felt his fingers touch the bundle of pleasure. "You're ready."
Chris pulled his fingers out to see your hole doing a grabbing motion. 'Fuck... that's hot.' Chris threw his head back while jerking his cock. "Can't wait to pound this slutty boipussy."
You felt his fat tip push past your tight ring. "Mmm... C-Chris!-"
Smack
"YOU DON'T CALL ME THAT! You didn't learn from last time? You. Call. Me. Sir. You got that?" Chris growled/yelled. "Y-yes, Sir... It's just that... You're so big..." You whimpered.
Then with one Thrust, Chris pushed his entire cock inside. "See? You're taking all 12 inches of me! Fuck, so tight..." Chris groaned. His cock was touching your prostate.
His thick meaty cock filled your insides perfectly. Like you were made for each other. "Y-you're... splitting m-me... in two!" you moaned as you felt it throb and twitch.
"P-please... fuck me... make me your slut." you begged. Chris smirked before snapping his hips.
He began pounding into you. His big cum-filled balls smacked against your ass as he thrusts harder. "S-sir! Y-you feel... s-so good!" You moaned as you threw your head back and gripped the sheets tighter.
"You think those guys can fuck you like I do?! Only I can give you this pleasure, only me!" Chris growled as he thrust harder, hitting your prostate repeatedly.
You used the last of your strength to get up and wrapped your arms around Chris's neck. You clawed his back as he thrust more, you were sure those were gonna leave marks.
"Maybe those guys can give me more pleasure," you smirked at your fake statement. You heard a deep growl as Chris dropped you on the bed and flipped you onto your stomach.
"You fucking slut! Only I can give you this much pleasure! Those guys don't deserve you. Bet their cocks aren't as big as mines." Chris growled as he gripped your hips.
Sounds of skin-slapping and balls slapping against your ass filled the room and the others in the building had to hear it. The walls weren't soundproof.
Your cock was twitching, ready to release a load. "You're about to cum without me touching you! Well, I'm -FUCK- about to cum too." Chris groaned as you tighten around him.
"P-please... give me... y-your load!" You moaned as you arched your back to give Chris more access. "Want me to fill this slutty ass with my cum? Gonna... cum... soon!"
After 5 more thrusts, Chris reached his breaking point, and so did you.
"FUCK! I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME!" Chris groaned, he wrapped his hand around cock stroking it before you released it all over his hand. That was enough for him.
"FUCK!" you felt his cock twitch before pumping his hot load inside, filling you up to the brim.
*Breathing intensifies*
Chris collapses onto the bed right next to you with his cock still inside. You felt him pull out with his cum leaking out. "I'll never leave you for those two. My heart only beats for you," you said sincerely turning over to face him.
"I'll never leave you too. We'll be together until our time runs out." Chris said pulling you into a kiss filled with passion and love.
'There is still Love in a Hopeless World.'
THE END.
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A/N: Finally this is done! I hoped you enjoy this, by 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!
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Lost Chances | F.W. & T.N.
A/N: MY FIRST FIC!!! AHHH! I really hope you guys like it. As much as I post about Fred I had to make a Fred fic (even though it's angsty 😶). Who should I do next? Ask box is open btw :)
Warnings: None really, kissing, angst, kind heartbreak a lil teeny tiny bit, not proofread either, longer than I intended to write
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You were suddenly lifted up, arms around your waist. Giggling, you hugged back, the ginger boy put you down soon after.
"I missed you so much! Summer was so boring without you," Fred told you.
"Yeah, and wow, you look so different," you said, your left hand reaching up to run your fingers through Fred's hair. Fred was way taller. Well, he was already super tall, but before you were at his chin, now you were level with his chest. You were sure your neck would start hurting having to look up at him. But you didn't mind, his eyes were pretty enough to look at.
You and Fred had been friends since you started at Hogwarts. 1990. You'd met on the train while Fred and George were trying to figure out how much liverwort to put in their potion. After you'd helped them, they offered to be your guides and show you all about Hogwarts. (Pretty certain you'd be placed in Gryffindor which would make it so much easier to help you out).
Fred smiled, holding the back of his neck with his hand. "Ha, yeah, George and I thought we'd go for a bit of a different look. Oh wait, did you shrink over summer?"
You playfully hit his shoulder, "Rude! No, you're just a bloody giant."
Fred laughed, making another short joke before George ran over. You gave George a quick hug, saying hi when he also made a joke about your height. It would be endless with these two.
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School had started by now and everyone knew of the Triwizard tournament. They'd also heard of the Yule Ball. Everyone was so excited, girls buying dresses, boys buying flowers. A new person being asked every week. You, however, had not been asked yet. Not that you cared...totally not that you cared...And totally not waiting for your ginger-haired, brown-eyed best friend to ask. DEFINITELY NOT.
"He'll totally ask you," Katie, your other best friend whom you'd met at the sorting, tells you.
You disagree, "No, he's not. If he was gonna ask he'd of done it by now."
Katie sighed, "Well who cares anyway. Fred doesn't know what he's missing out on."
You nodded, but you were sad. Maybe it was because he saw you as a sister? You were only a year younger than him and definitely more mature. Maybe he just didn't find you attractive in that way... Saying that aloud made it hurt more.
That's when Fred ran up to you, a white flower in his hand. You smiled, maybe he was going to ask you.
"Does this flower look nice? Do you think it's pretty?" He asked you.
"Yeah it's perfect, who's it for?"
"Angelina."
Katie choked on the water she was drinking. "Sorry, went down the wrong tube."
"Oh," you said in a lower tone. "Angelina?"
"Mhm, I'm gonna ask her to the ball. Well, actually I already did. She said yes, but I didn't exactly put in any effort, so I figured she'd like a flower. Make her feel more special, you know?"
"Oh yeah, totally."
Fred smiled before walking away, off to do whatever he was going to do. You, of course, didn't want to think about that now. Katie put a hand on your back giving you a comforting smile.
"Told you he doesn't know what he's missing out on."
You sighed, folding your arms and resting your head on the table. The Yule Ball was going to suck.
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You'd been moping around for a week. Fred and Angelina were all buddy-buddy, and you were miserable. Guess this is what you get for falling for one of your best friends.
George and Katie had about enough of this. They were tired of you being so gloomy all the time. So George decided.
"We're gonna find you a date to the Yule Ball, and you can't say no."
"No," you said with a bit too much of a straight face.
"Oh come on y/n! We can go shopping, do our hair, nails, makeup. And have an absolutely amazing night with our dates," Katie tried to convince you.
"Wait who are you going with?" You asked.
"George and I decided to go together since we didn't have dates."
"How much else have I missed?!"
George shook his head, "So is that a yes or no?"
You sighed, "It's a fine."
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In the weeks following, you and Katie had gone shopping for dresses. Your dress was a pretty azure blue color, Katie's was red and black.
George hadn't found you a date, however, there was this rumor going around that Theodore Nott, a 4th year Slytherin, had an eye on you.
Theodore Nott, you thought to yourself. He was cute. Tall, gangly but in a good way, dark hair. And most importantly he was nice. You'd had a few brief interactions with Theo before. He always smiled at you in the halls. He even offered to carry your books for you once. You never really put much thought into his feelings towards you. But maybe you were just too caught up in the world of Fred Weasley.
If Theodore did ask you, you'd say yes. It was decided. What was most definitely not decided nor agreed upon was Fred's opinion.
"You aren't actually going to yes to him, are you? Y/n?"
"What Fred?" You sounded annoyed, which you were.
"You aren't saying yes to that...that snake, are you?" Fred repeated his question from before.
"And what if I do? Not all Slytherin's are bad you know. My mum was in Slytherin."
"Yeah but...but it's Theodore. I mean what kind of name is Theodore anyway? Plus he's a year younger than you."
You rolled your eyes, "Katie is a year younger than George."
"Yeah, but they're going as friends!" Fred exclaimed.
You burst out laughing, "No they're not ahaha. Do you actually believe that? I've seen George stare at Katie countless times for the past 2 months at least. And Katie always cheers extra loud for George during your alls quidditch matches."
Fred looked at you dumbfounded.
"Oh come on, Fred, you can't be that daft?"
Fred shook his head, "Well regardless, you should say no to Nott."
You scowled at the idiotic boy. "And why would I do that?"
"Because I don't approve."
"Well, I don't really care Fred. No one else has asked me to the ball. And Theodore seems nice enough. I mean even Ron has a date. Bloody Ron!"
"Hey, what's wrong with Ron? He is my brother after all."
"My point exactly."
The next morning at breakfast when the mail was delivered you'd gotten a letter. The envelope was white with tiny bluebirds that lined the sides. Attached to the envelope was a very pretty daisy. The parchment itself was colored blue, like the blue on your dress (your favorite color). On the note read this ~~
Dearest Y/n,
As I'm too much of a coward to say this to your face I am writing it on parchment (blue, which I believe is your favorite). Anyways, I wanted to ask if you'd accompany me to the Yule Ball. Please do not feel pressured to say yes, however, I do hope that is your answer.
With warmth,
Theodore Nott
You smiled. Katie, who was reading over your shoulder aw'd. You'd gotten up and walked to the Slytherin table, holding the flower Theodore had attached to the note.
You tapped his shoulder and he turned around, eyes wide as hell. He stood up, taller than you'd remembered, his friends and yours watching your every move.
"My answer is yes," you smiled at him.
His eyes lightened, "Wait really?"
You nodded. He quickly went in for a hug before pulling apart realizing he wasn't sure if that was okay.
You laughed slightly, "I'll see you later Theo, perhaps in the library after classes?"
He nodded eagerly. You were about to walk when you turned around. This time grabbing the boy's hand, pulling him closer towards you, and kissing his cheek. Theodore, startled, just watched as you ran out of the Great Hall. Katie squealed when you got out there. George was just smiling saying how surprised he was that you made a move like that. Fred was brooding.
You put Fred out of your mind and just focused on the upcoming ball.
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By the time the ball had rolled around, you and Theo had hung out a few more times. He was kind of awkward at first, but once you got to know him he was funny. You'd always see him with some kind of snack, he said eating helped him focus. He even began bringing snacks around that he knew you liked in case you were hungry.
Whenever Fred knew the two of you were together he'd come up with some excuse to get you away.
"I NEED HELP PRACTICING QUIDDITCH!" "QUICK KATIE NEEDS YOU!" "THE OVEN IS ON FIRE!"
Okay well, that last one was true. But the point was Fred didn't approve. You just waved it off.
The night of the Yule Ball you and Katie got dressed together with Fred and George's younger sister, Ginny. Ginny didn't have any other girls to go to about beauty stuff, plus you'd always seen her as a little sister.
After getting ready, you met your dates in the common room. Well, Katie met George there and Ginny met Neville there. However, since Theo was a Slytherin he waited patiently outside of the Gryffindor common room.
"You look so pretty," Theodore said.
You and Theodore, Katie and George, Ginny and Neville, and of course Fred and Angelina went off to the ball.
The Yule Ball was actually really fun. Theodore was the perfect gentlemen. He got you a drink, danced with you, made sure you were okay and not bored. You couldn't have picked a better date.
A slow song started playing. "May I have this dance?" Theo smiled and stuck his hand out for you.
You nodded, holding his hand as he guided you to the dance floor. He placed his hands on your waist, rather nervously might I add, as you placed yours on his shoulders.
"You don't have to be nervous around me, even though it is quite adorable," you chuckled.
Theodore blushed, "I-I, well you intimidate me a little bit."
You looked like you just heard the craziest thing to ever occur. "I intimidate you? You're like 2 heads taller than me. You look down to even see my eyes."
"They are quite mesmerizing might I say."
"See, no way you can be intimidated, that was some shameless flirting right there."
"No, I am intimidated. The thought of making the first move on you is scary yet all I wanna do is kiss you."
You went silent for at least 3 minutes, then you decided. "Kiss me then, Theo."
This time Theodore was silent, but only for a few seconds. He put his hand under your chin to lift it up further then pulled you a bit closer. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips to yours. Your hands nervously played with the material on his suit. The kiss lasted a few seconds before you both pulled away.
As you opened your mouth to speak your arm was tugged by none other than Fred who proceeded to drag you out of the room.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" He yelled at you, by now the two of you were down the hall.
"It was a kiss, Weasley," you said with just as much anger. Calling him by his last name? You'd never done that before.
"Shouldn't have been."
"And why the hell not? Theo likes me, and I like him."
"I LIKE YOU!"
You scoffed, "YOU TOOK ANGELINA BLOODY JOHNSON TO THE BALL, YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!"
You both stood there silent, staring at the ground.
"I only took her because I didn't think you'd go with me," Fred admitted.
"I've liked you for a while now Fred."
Fred looked up at you shocked, then he realized his mistakes.
"Is there any way we could try this again?" Fred almost begged.
You wanted to, you truly did, but you couldn't. You refused to be that cruel to Theo, you genuinely liked him now. Fred lost his chance.
"I'm sorry Fred but no. You should have taken the chance when you had it. Theo did and he's good for me right now... But we'll still be friends."
Fred was just silent. He nodded, and you knew the two of you would go back to normal soon, but right now? Definitely not.
You went back to the ball.
Running over to Theo, you said, "Sorry about that, Theo. Where were we?"
The rest of the night was perfect, still the looming presence of Fred's feelings for you, but Theo was the right choice. For now at least. Fred missed his chance, Theo didn't. You owed it to Theodore to see where it was going, even if it ended up fizzling out. Fred was just going to have to get over it.
At the end of the night, you and Theodore kissed again, making plans to hang out again soon.
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Starker - Lawyer!Tony and Divorcee!Peter - CH. 2
Read ch. 1 here
Chapter 2
A/N: I can’t thank you all enough for your support of this fic!!! It means the world to me, and I’m happy to present the second chapter for this fic!
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CW: mentions of grooming
Tony's laptop chimed with a reminder of his Zoom meeting with Steve that morning. It startled him out of deep thought about carrying out his operation to sway the case in Peter's favor. At first he was deeply annoyed, but it only took a second for him to see the bigger picture. One had to forgo certain morals to be a successful lawyer - now was just one of those times to utilize those skills, this time in Tony's favor.
Tony checked himself over before starting the meeting, trying to make it look like he hadn't been agonizing over sabotaging this case. In any other Zoom meeting, he'd at least dress in sharp business casual, aiming for that sexy, intelligent demeanor. But for this meeting, he couldn't be fucking bothered.
Tony started the Zoom call and Steve joined a moment later, the camera catching him fixing his already perfect hair as another person exited the room depicted behind him. From the looks of it, Tony could safely assume that person was the new man.
"Hey, Stark, good morning," Steve greeted, smiling as if he were innocent as freshly fallen snow. How anybody could act so cheerful after willingly giving up Peter was beyond Tony.
"Good morning to you," Tony answered, doing his absolute best to smile back and act normal.
"So, I'd say we're in pretty good form for tomorrow, wouldn't you say? I'll just be glad to have this all over with, I've got a lot of plans with Bucky in the near future here," Steve said with a soft laugh, his eyes looking downward as if he were actually feeling bashful.
Tony wanted to reach through the screen and strangle this son of a bitch, but years of practicing law had taught him to hold himself back. "I'd say so, Rogers, I have to be honest though - I did some more thinking last night, just to make sure we have our bases covered. I'm gonna get rather personal, if you don't mind."
Steve's smile faded as Tony spoke. "Oh - yeah, of course, anything you need. There's nothing to worry about, is there?"
Now was the time for Tony to choose his words with the utmost care. One slip up, and saving Peter would stay a fantasy.
"Let me put it this way - if there is something to worry about, I'm going to find the best possible way to cover you. Understood?" Tony's heart pounded as he watched Steve's face twist into worry. Some sick part of him enjoyed every second.
Steve visibly swallowed. "Yeah. Understood. Ask away."
All signs point to him having something to hide. "So, Peter is twenty years old at present. Which means you guys got married when he was nineteen, am I correct?"
"You are," Steve answered in a curt tone.
"Alright, understood," Tony answered, looking down at his notepad to pretend he was writing this down. "And I'm assuming you know that the legal age of marriage in the state of New York is eighteen," Tony continued, talking quickly so as to intimidate Steve. It was one of his acquired techniques.
“I’m aware,” Steve answered. He was looking more pissed off now. “As far as I can see, there was no problem with our marriage like that, so I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”
“I’m only getting at the facts, Steve. I’m gonna need you to relax,” Tony said in as soft of a voice as he could muster. Another day, another guy gaslit. Tony watched with bated breath as Steve scrunched his eyes shut, rubbed his face and smoothed back his hair once again.
“Sorry, Tony,” Steve said, no more fight left in his voice. “It’s just - I really thought that this would be a one-and-done deal since nothing is signed, y’know? You made it sound that way, so…”
“Hey - I totally see where you’re coming from. I understand this is stressful, but I need you to remember that this is all for your favor. To do that, we need to get the facts straight, that means the good and the bad. Make more sense?”
“Yeah… it does,” Steve answered, letting out a shuddering breath.
“And I’m gonna be honest with you again,” Tony began, “we can’t deny that Peter was young when you guys entered into a relationship. In that fact lies the potential for Peter to accuse you of something akin to grooming. Now you gotta tell me - were you guys in contact at all before Peter was eighteen?”
“I - I met him - I knew of him - I met him at that library in Queens, at Astoria. I saw him in the civil war section - the American history section, and he looked like he was - like he needed help. I helped him out, since I know a lot about that particular subject.” Steve gulped. “He told me he was working on his history final.”
That last little sentence made Tony stop breathing. It was all just falling into his lap. “Ok. Gotta take that down,” Tony muttered, imitating writing again. He had to keep containing himself. Along with the triumph, he also felt a growing hatred towards Steve, mixed with a touch of jealousy - he wished he could’ve seen Peter like that, he could imagine it now: Peter bathed in the sunlight coming through a library window, probably wearing a worn flannel shirt, his lanky, cute self standing up on tip toe to see books kept on the top shelf. His eyes narrowing ever so gently with thought - and possibly nearsightedness, Tony had seen a couple of pictures of Peter in glasses on his Facebook profile. Though Tony supposed they could’ve been decorative, since he didn’t wear them to court -
“Tony? You ok?” Steve asked, his voice sounding a little wrecked.
“Oh yeah, sorry about that, boss needs me to organize notes in a certain way. Anyway, that’s not a death sentence in of itself - but I do have to ask, what were you doing in the library that day? Just browsing, or?”
“I was volunteering that morning, and afterwards, yes, I liked to browse on occasion.”
Volunteering, Tony thought, his inner voice mocking and disgusted. Of course you were. “And what was the volunteer work, just so I know?”
“Tax assistance for the elderly,” Steve mumbled.
“Very kind of you,” Tony replied with a smile he pulled right out of his ass. “Also helps build your case. Predators don’t exactly volunteer their time to help our elderly citizens,” Tony said with a smirk. It was invigorating to see Steve flinch at even the possibility of being dubbed a predator.
“I wouldn’t think so,” Steve answered, looking sick.
“So tell me when - give me an idea of when you guys got closer, or really started your relationship.”
“We started talking more after Peter graduated, since he had more time and all. He started delivering pizzas right away afterwards. We met up for coffee a lot - well, whenever he could - and… what can I say? We fell in love,” Steve said. He chuckled without any humor.
Plenty of room in there for shit to hit the fan. “I see. Sounds good. Now comes the hard part.”
“You’re kidding,” Steve huffed, smiling and shaking his head in complete exasperation. “All that, and that wasn’t the hard part?”
“Remember, stay with me Rogers,” Tony replied firmly.
“Affirmative,” Steve said with clear bitterness.
I’m not your fucking sergeant, you prick. “People who accuse another party of something like grooming often have screenshots of messages as evidence. From what you can remember right now, is there any possibility of incriminating messages, or anything that Peter could possibly twist against you?” Tony searched Steve’s expression, trying to find any hint of guilt.
Steve wouldn’t look at the camera. “I - I’d have to look at our messages - but I think Peter blocked me.”
“Doesn’t matter, you should still have access to past messages,” Tony said. Seriously? What an idiot.
“...Got it. But I really can’t think of anything right now. I - I guess I can check our messages just to make sure,” Steve said, clearly exhausted from the conversation. “But I’m telling you, our relationship was very slow and steady. I promise I didn’t do anything weird. Probably why nothing like this came up in his opening statement, Tony!” Steve yelled, his voice strained by his sudden outburst of anger.
“You’re not listening, Rogers. I’m trying to help you, like you hired me to do. If you’re not interested, we can end this right now and I can give everything I have about your case to your new lawyer. Is this what you want?” You could’ve backed him into a corner a little better than that, Stark.
“No! No…” Steve shouted, putting his head in his hands. For one insane moment, Tony thought Steve was going to start crying. “No, please don’t even say that. I’ll cooperate. I’m really sorry Tony, I just… didn’t even anticipate this being an issue. But I should’ve… I should’ve figured that there’d be more obstacles in the road than I thought. You’re right, we should be ready for anything,” Steve conceded. He was the very picture of distress.
Now. Now I have you right where I fucking need you. “Right. I’m glad we’re at an understanding now. Remember that I’m here to help you, nothing else. Even if you were the biggest creep on the planet, I’d do my job to get you through this case. Alright, I’m giving you homework. Please look through all your messages with Peter before and shortly after he turned eighteen, and let me know right away if we have anything we need to worry about. You gotta promise you won’t hesitate.”
“I won’t. You’ve got my word.”
“Good. I’m sorry to have upset you. Regardless if you find anything, I’m gonna set up another meeting for us early tomorrow morning before court, just so we’re fresh on everything. Leave the rest to me.”
“Got it. Thanks, Tony,” Steve said, smiling even though there was no happiness behind it.
“No problem. Have a good night,” Tony said, hanging up the call first. As soon as the call ended, Tony hissed out a “Yes!” to himself, clapping his hands together once and then balling them up into fists. Getting into Steve’s head, making him question his security was a crucial step in his plan. Tony didn’t expect Steve to reveal any incriminating messages to him - he could see the guilt written all over his face. What a classic love story though, fucking straight out of a Lifetime movie - first meeting in a sunny library, Peter smelling of summer peaches, no doubt enchanting Steve - and Steve decided it wasn’t enough. But Tony was especially interested in what their earlier conversations were like. And he knew exactly how he was going to find out.
But first, he had to arrange a meeting with Mr. Public Defender. That was going to be extremely interesting. Tony was just about to open up the case file again to get his information, but decided against it within a split second - because he thought of an even better idea, a slightly safer idea. Of course, going straight to the public defender would be the fastest route, but also the more risky one. There would be no telling if Mr. Ketchup and Cheese would have the common sense to report Tony for tampering with court proceedings - and Tony didn’t want to find out. That would put ruining the name of the Stark and Romanoff firm on a fast track.
Tony swallowed and stopped breathing when he fully realized that to move forward, the best thing to do would be to get in contact with Peter himself. No, I can’t do that, he hates me right now - no, this needs to be done, even if he still hates me afterward… I can at least sleep at night knowing I did everything I could.
Tony got up and headed to his kitchen, deciding he wanted a strong cup of coffee before he figured out how to best contact Peter. His kitchen was spacious and sleek, stocked up with quality food - everything, that is, except for fucking coffee apparently. All that remained of his coffee was a couple of unground beans still in the bag they were bought in. “Starbucks it is,” Tony huffed, rolling his eyes and grabbing his keys by the door. He hoped that once he got there he’d be in and out quickly, not having to suffer a massive line riddled with Karens and entitled morons.
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Tony stepped into the closest Starbucks, the fresh, loving smell of coffee washing over him - a very welcome sensation. There was only a small line, thankfully, enough for Tony to sink back into his thoughts so he could psych himself up to talk to Peter. Don’t spend so much time with padding, no ums and ahs, remember to get to the point quickly but not too quickly, I gotta make him trust me. He can’t refuse this - if he does, then I’ll go to Mr. Public Defender myself, I’ll have to pull a lot of strings but -
“Good morning sir, what can I get started for you?”
“Oh, yeah - get me an Americano with an extra shot. For Tony.” He paid the barista and moved himself over to the waiting area, adjusting his aviator sunglasses. He was just about to get lost in thought again when a barista called out something that made his world stop.
“Venti caramel latte for Peter!”
And there he was.
“Thanks,” Peter mumbled, going up to the counter to retrieve his drink.
Peter.
Tony took in a shaky breath and watched as Peter walked over to an empty table and took a seat. The building could’ve collapsed around him at that moment, and Tony wouldn’t have cared - or even noticed.
“Americano, extra shot for Tony!” the barista yelled out, startling Tony. He didn’t even want - or need - that stupid coffee anymore, but he figured he should just pick it up, so Tony moved stiffly back to the counter to get it.
“T-thanks,” he stuttered, feeling his heart sink down into his stomach. Peter was here. Unable to calm down, Tony felt himself start shaking like a panicked mess. Still keeping his eyes on Peter and praying he wouldn’t just get up and leave, Tony sipped at his coffee, trying to do anything to find a sense of composure. Fucking get it together, Stark! Tony grabbed the nearest empty seat where he could keep watch on Peter, trying to steady his breathing. He couldn’t go up to Peter like this.
Peter looked, of course, even more beautiful in real life than he did in Tony’s dream. Today he was wearing a similar outfit that Tony had pictured him wearing when he met Steve at the library: a soft red plaid flannel, left open to show a black t-shirt underneath. He had on dark skinny jeans that flattered his legs, and had ratty looking converse. Even looking exhausted, Peter was a vision as he stared aimlessly out the window, sipping at his coffee. Tony wished for a moment that he could stay like this all day, just watching Peter exist, observing every little movement he made, studying how the warm lighting of the cafe lit up his figure.
You have to get to him first before he sees you, Tony told himself, his heart skipping a beat at the thought. Tony took a deep breath, tried not to squeeze his coffee to death, and walked towards his fate - his wildest dream.
“Peter? Hey, good morning, it’s me, Tony Stark,” He said in a single confident breath, standing at the opposite end of Peter’s table.
Peter was still staring outside the window when Tony approached him, and nearly jumped out of his skin once he laid eyes on Tony.
“Wh - what? Oh no, no, I already told you, I don’t -”
“Peter, I don’t wanna interrupt you, but it’s imperative to your side of the case that you hear me out. Just give me five minutes of your time, and I promise you -”
“Look, I - I don’t know what - more you want from me, you know the case is basically over, you win, alright? And I don’t need Steve to support myself -”
“I want to forfeit the case. I want you to win, Peter.”
Peter stopped speaking, as if someone had muted him like a TV. He blinked twice, his eyes not focusing on any one thing as realization dawned on him. “You… want me to win? Why? Wait, why?” Peter asked, his voice thick with incredulity.
“You want an honest answer, or a professional one?” Tony laughed, placing his hand on the chair opposite of Peter. “May I sit, Mr. Parker?”
“...Sure,” Peter said in a cautious tone after hesitating and taking a second to assess Tony. “And I want a professional answer.”
“The professional answer is that you have a potentially strong case for Steve to have groomed you back when you guys first met, back when you first started your relationship. If you can prove it, the judge will see that you were essentially… taken advantage of, so justice for you will be in the form of some kind of compensation - be that the house, a payout, anything beneficial to you,” Tony explained, hoping that Peter understood.
“Grooming?” Peter repeated, not taking his eyes off of Tony. Slowly, realization creeped onto his expression. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, despite the wrongness of it, Tony still felt a yearning inside him to lean over the little wooden table and kiss Peter, a sweet greeting kiss, when he realized that Peter was probably waiting for an answer.
“Y-yes. Unfortunate to think about, I know, but with what I know, I’m inclined to believe you very well might have been a victim here. Peter - Steve told me you were in high school when you met,” Tony emphasized, his brow furrowing with genuine concern. He wanted to keep following his train of thought, wanted so, so bad to convey to Peter how shitty Steve was, but knew he had to give Peter a chance to process everything - and get Peter to trust him.
“...Yeah. I was. But he was so nice, he really helped me with my history final. I - never felt like he was creepy… I - I’m sorry, it’s kinda hard to talk about. It hurts still, it hurts because… I thought he cared,” Peter said, his voice becoming more sad as he went on. Now he was looking outside again, at nothing in particular.
“I know Peter. And I’m really sorry that things turned out this way. But I know injustice when I see it - it’s part of my job, if you haven’t noticed,” Tony said, huffing out a laugh.
Peter giggled. Actually giggled. “Heh, yeah,” Peter replied, smiling a bit. The briefest smile, but it was enough to make Tony fall for Peter a little harder. Peter’s smile was even more precious in real life than it was in Tony’s dreams. “But, about that… I guess I can say that when I kept meeting Steve after the first few times, he’d always want to meet at the library at the same time, same days. He wasn’t really flexible. I assumed it was because he was busy with his job.”
“He did tell me he was volunteering at the library when you met,” Tony mused, the gears in his head turning. “But we can twist that in your favor as well.”
“Are you my lawyer now?” Peter laughed, keeping his eyes on Tony’s as he took a sip of his coffee. Tony couldn’t help but let out a soft, shaky breath. Yesterday, he would’ve imagined this exact situation to be impossible - he couldn’t believe that Peter was managing to relax with him, even slightly. It was a peek into heaven.
“I’d be your lawyer for free if I could. Unfortunately, I don’t own my firm. But what I mean to say is, if we can build a strong enough case, you should be able to pass it off to your lawyer, and even a guy like him should be able to get the point across. God willing.”
“But… what are you gonna do about Steve when he finds out? What if he figures out what’s going on?” Peter asked in a harsh whisper, as if Steve were in the cafe with them. A little chill went up Tony’s spine as he listened to Peter whisper, he could hardly stand how adorable he sounded.
“That’s not something you need to worry about Peter. Not at all,” Tony said, keeping steady eye contact. Looking into Peter’s eyes like this was akin to watching something you shouldn’t be seeing, but thrills you to no end. It felt forbidden - but sweeter than dark honey.
Peter narrowed his eyes a bit. “I don’t want you to do this for me if it's just gonna come and bite me later.”
“I promise you, Pete, that it won’t. The only one at risk here is myself. I saw what was going on, and knew that I had to help you.”
Peter stiffened. “I don’t want you doing this out of pity.”
“It’s not out of pity. It’s injustice, plain and simple. And no one deserves that, Peter.”
Peter sighed in concedement, sipping again at his coffee. “I wanna thank you for this… but we’re a little short on time, don’t you think?”
“I know it looks that way, but if we work together we’ll have plenty of time, and you can set your lawyer straight by tonight. Sound good, Parker?” Tony asked, holding his breath as he feverishly prayed that Peter would give this the green light.
Peter was dead silent for a long moment but then met Tony’s gaze straight on. “Yeah, it does. Let’s do this.”
Tony’s heart fluttered and pounded with happiness, with relief. Goosebumps rose on his skin as he saw Peter’s slight smile again and realized that this moment was brimming with an unbelievable amount of luck - he prayed that it would carry over to court tomorrow, and that doing all of this would pay off in the end.
Tony knew that Natasha would never forgive him for this. The case wasn’t in public interest now, but news of Tony’s inevitable loss could travel fast, get louder and louder, until his prestigious career, his life - imploded into raging flames. And in those flames, he’d see Peter’s smiling face, wrapped up in a paroxysm of happiness, thriving, secure, free - and Tony would meet his cruel fate, more happy and at peace than he had ever been in his life.
“Wonderful, Parker. Let’s get started right away - assuming you don’t have any plans?”
“Nothing more important than this, Mr. Stark,” Peter said eagerly, still keeping his smile. Mr. Stark. That name coming from Peter’s mouth made Tony’s blood rush straight to his dick, and he had to use all of his willpower to concentrate on the conversation at hand, instead of the mounting fantasies blooming to life in his head. There would be more time to think about all of that later - no matter how much the lust inside of him protested.
“I like the enthusiasm, Parker. Now we just need a place to do all of this. I don’t think they’ll take too kindly to us setting up shop here all day…”
“Well, there’s always the library, at least for most of the day,” Peter said, his eyes trailing away from Tony in thought. “But I’m not sure if that’ll be enough time…”
Tony could hardly believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth. “How about this - we do the library for however long they’re open, and if we get done in time - which I’m pretty sure we can do - we can go to dinner afterwards so we can finalize everything before you pass it on to your lawyer. Sound ok?”
“Y-yeah, sounds great!” Peter exclaimed, his whole body lit up with hopeful excitement. “Except, would you… be ok with giving me a ride, Mr. Stark? Cause I took the bus to get here, so…”
Tony swiftly plucked his keys from his pocket with no hesitation. “It’d be an honor.”
A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone who interacted for giving me the motivation to continue this fic! I’m excited to keep continuing it, if you enjoyed please interact! Thanks!! <3 (Starker community, you’re the best!)
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I absolutely loved your last ficlet, the one inspired by Take Me to Church (well, I love EVERYTHING you write), so I'm here with a thought that maybe you can turn into something:
What if, for some reason, Mickey has to speak in Ukrainian (your pick why, maybe directions to tourists or a phone call with a distant relative) and Ian witnesses it and just goes: 😳🤯🤤🥵😍, followed by "can you do that again when we're in bed"?
Thank you anon! Disclaimer that I do not know Ukrainian, so if google led me astray I apologize.
That Foreign Tongue
They were out in the rig, on their way to a pickup, when Mickey got a call.
He fumbled in his pocket to pull out his phone, frowned at it in consternation as it blared.
“Who the fuck?” he mumbled to himself, then swiped to decline.
Ian looked over as he pulled to the curb outside their destination, curious.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Fuck if I know,” was all he got in answer. “Not a fuckin’ Chicago number, that’s for sure. Not New York, either,” he added before Ian can check. Mandy wasn’t great at staying in contact, but they knew to answer if it looked like it could be her.
Ian shrugged, and reached back to grab the cash bag from behind Mickey’s seat.
“Sure it wasn’t Mexico or something?” he prodded with a forced casualness, and Mickey rolled his eyes as he shoved open the door to get out.
He met Ian around the front of the ambulance, and promptly poked him in the chest, hard.
“What was that for?” Ian asked, wounded, and Mickey clicked his tongue.
“For still fuckin’ fishin’ about that,” he told his husband. “It’s been two fucking years, let it go already.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ian huffed. “Sorry for wanting to know more about what you did down there that has people calling in the middle of the—”
“That was one time!” Mickey exclaimed, arms going wide. “One fucking time, and I told you what it was about! Roberto needed me to check on his damn kid, it had nothing to do with—”
“Well how was I supposed to know that,” Ian interrupted loudly, “when you were speaking a whole different language?”
“Oh, for the love of…” Mickey trailed off as he stormed away from Ian down the sidewalk.
He wasn’t really mad. They did this song and dance around once a month, still, ever since one of his old contacts had found him and called him up. It stuck in Ian’s craw that Mickey had had people down there, without him, even though, as he explained to him once, he was glad about it at the same time. They both knew it didn’t really matter—sometimes it just needed to come out.
Sure enough, Ian caught up with him after only a few strides, falling in beside him naturally. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but otherwise there was no indication of their brief argument.
Mickey gave him two minutes before he tried to smooth it over.
Ian didn’t last one.
“You know,” his husband started, reaching up to scratch at his jaw. “I’m just making sure none of those foreigners come up here and take what’s mine.”
Mickey snorted. “Yeah?” he prompted. “Think they’re coming for our jobs and our husbands, now?”
Ian’s lips lifted in a grin, their banter back on track the way they liked it.
“I mean,” he said, “I can’t really blame them.” He grabbed Mickey by the arm and brought them both to a stop right outside their drop, tugging him close enough for their boots to kick together on the pavement.
“A hot, red-blooded American man like yourself,” Ian murmured, getting his arms around Mickey’s waist. “You’re quite the catch, Mr. Gallagher.”
“Mmm,” Mickey hummed, leaning up to bring their faces closer. “That right, Mr. Milkovich?”
He was just about to follow it up with a good old-fashioned make-up kiss, when his phone blared again from his pocket.
“Damn it,” he hissed as he thumped his heels back down and dug it out again. This time, he answered it immediately.
“Whoever the fuck you are,” he shouted into it, “you’re interruptin’ something here.”
An unfamiliar voice came down the line, barely audible to Ian where he still stood close but with a clearly chastising tone, and the fight went out of Mickey in an instant.
“Prīvіt,” Mickey muttered, looking almost bashful, and Ian did a double-take. That wasn’t English, or Spanish…he had to try and listen in on a third language, now? When did Mickey even find the time to learn this shit?
Ian watched silently as Mickey listened to whoever was on the line. His husband had folded into himself, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and his elbow with the other, casting a quick glance up at Ian before turning his attention away again.
“Shcho novogo?” he asked into the phone, and then a brilliant smile crossed his face a moment later. “Dobre, dobre,” he said, then “vitayu”.
It sounded like the caller asked him a question, next, but Ian couldn’t hear what Mickey answered, his husband lowering his voice and turning his back. Ian tried not to let himself feel hurt at the sudden shut-out.
A moment later, the call was over with a quiet “do pobachenn'a”, and Mickey faced him again.
Ian wanted to ask, but he waited instead, hoping Mickey would explain. Thankfully, he did.
“So, uh,” he started off nervously. “That was my…like, my great-aunt or something?”
Ian could feel his eyebrows rising. “You have family you still talk to?” he asked, and Mickey shook his head immediately.
“Nah, not really,” he admitted. “But this one, she’s back in Ukraine still, guess she calls around sometimes to check on me and Mandy.” He looked down at the dark screen of his phone, lips twisted. “Been a couple years,” he added. “Didn’t think she had the new number, but uh. Guess one of my cousins just had a kid or somethin', so she wanted to catch up.”
Family was a touchy subject, Ian knew. So he went for the next obvious question instead.
“Ukraine? That mean you speak Ukrainian?”
Mickey just looked at him. “No, Ian,” he offered dryly, “I just thought I’d make some weird sounds and see if she could read my mind from across the fuckin’ ocean.” Ian didn’t respond, so he tacked on, “Yes, I speak Ukrainian. Sort of.” He rubbed his nose, looked away and back. “That gonna be a problem for you?”
It was a fair enough question. But this wasn’t like the Spanish, which was never really the problem anyway. It wasn’t a reminder of time they spent apart, or things he didn’t now. It was just Mickey. And Mickey's voice, and the way it rolled over those unfamiliar phrases so cleanly, so...attractively.
“Not at all,” Ian clarified quickly. Too quickly, maybe, because Mickey’s cautious look gave way to a slow smile.
“Oh, really?” Mickey said, apparently delighted. He grinned even wider when Ian felt his face flush. So his husband sounded hot in other languages, fucking sue him.
“Better watch out, man," Mickey warned. "I hear foreigners like me are out huntin’ down men like you nowadays.”
Ian cleared his throat, and closed the distance between them again. “And that’s a problem how?” he asked.
“Didn’t say it was, miy cholovik,” Mickey murmured lowly, raising a hand to grip at Ian’s hair once he was close enough. Ian’s breath caught at the soft look on his eyes that accompanied the foreign words.
“What does that mean?”
Mickey pressed their lips together once, twice, before pulling back just enough to answer.
“Nothing bad, moye sontse,” he breathed, and Ian shuddered.
“We have a job to do,” he reminded Mickey weakly, like he hadn’t been the one to start this. “You keep saying that weird shit, we’re gonna have to cancel all our pickups today.”
“You better make some calls then, miy kokhanets,” Mickey chuckled against his lips. “But first…”
He pushed Ian back into a convenient alley right next to their original destination, shoving until they hit the rough brick wall. Ian didn’t protest as Mickey started to tug at his camo jacket, getting the zipper down far enough to mouth at Ian’s neck.
“Ya tebe kokhayu, Ian” Mickey muttered against his skin, pressing tighter as Ian clutched at his back. “Let me show you how much.”
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Hours later, at home, Ian asked Mickey what else his aunt had said.
"Oh, not much," Mickey answered, snuggling closer. "Wanted to see if we could catch a flight sometime, go visit the old country, that kind of thing."
"Is that something you'd want to do?" he prodded, and Mickey shrugged, shoulders moving against Ian's chest.
"I guess," he said, unconvincingly disinterested. "I'd have to teach you the language, though, none of my mom's folks speak English."
Ian's brain ground to a halt. If the day had been any indication, he wasn't sure he could survive language lessons with his husband.
But never let it be said that Ian Gallagher backed down from a challenge.
"Sure," he agreed, and he was sure of one thing when he felt Mickey smile against his neck--it was going to be the best worst decision of his life.
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According to my admittedly poor research, Mickey basically says hi, what's up, good, congrats, goodbye, then calls Ian my husband, my sun, my lover and says I love you. It's most likely all horribly butchered because I only speak English and a tiny bit of German, if you know Ukrainian I would happily take correction.
#daily speedwrite#if you're ukrainian sorry for butchering your language#gallavich#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#foreign languages#fanfic
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In response to this. I am replying in a new post bc I have the "no sense of brevity" flavor of ADHD so I know this is gonna get long.
@yramesoruniverse thank you so much for asking, as a matter of fact I do have some thoughts *cracks knuckles*
Let me preface this by saying I am not going to sit here and pretend I don't spend 90% of my waking hours ruminating on this. We all know what we're doing here. That being said, I have considered several variations on how I would love the 9-1-1 team to deliver this:
1. Let's call it the "Two Trapped Dads" scenario:
I implore you to consider the ANGST and POETRY of Buck and Eddie getting trapped somewhere, as civilians, and being forced to depend on each other in order to survive. The serve of this hypothetical scenario would be made more rich set in the context of them having had an argument, or just there being some kind of withstanding tension between the two that has been ignored and left to build to a nauseating degree.
(Side note: I love Buck and Eddie because when they fight it's never with any real animosity. It always stems from the terrifying magnitude of their Love for each other. It's not arguing, it's just them caring about each other very aggressively. Absolutely iconic.)
ANYWAY, in this scenario they careen into disaster over Christopher, as I see it playing out that for some reason they believe only one of them will be able to 100% make it out alive. I imagine the tension has been building since the guardianship bomb and Buck regresses to what he believes he does best, which is being a sacrificial lamb, which shoves their moment from 4x14 back into the forefront. It would force Eddie to not only seismically double down on what he said, but literally spell out to Buck what he means to Eddie, not just Christopher.
Example:
Buck: Obviously you're the one that's getting out, you have a son waiting for you.
Eddie: Screw that, you mean just as much to him as I do.
Buck: I'm irrelevant unless you're dead, Eddie, and there is no way I'm letting you die here today.
Eddie: You're such an idiot, Buck. How can you still not get it?
Buck: Get what?
Eddie: We're a family. All three of us. What did you think that whole will thing was about, anyway? Christopher and I . . . there's no us without you.
jfc someone stop me before I write an entire script, but I think you get the gist of this one.
2. Next we have the "Just-Tell-Me-What-You-WANT" scenario:
The Drama Queen in me is obsessed with this one. It would, unfortunately, require a significantly laid foundation between Buck and a love interest (Taylor ig? It's not important, tbh). Originally, I had this scenario flipped, but since we as a fandom have collectively established Eddie as the Pining Idiot in Love, we're gonna switch it up.
So, again, Buck would be progressing significantly in his relationship with [insert intentionally poorly-defined love interest here]. In the fallout of the guardianship scene, I can still see him struggling with how to untangle his Feelings about what Eddie said to him, and losing himself in the disingenuous familiarity of "Buck 1.0" (I am with Eddie in that I hate his software updates but it's canon material so there you go). The escalation of this hypothesis results in Buck contemplating taking the next step with Taylor or, more realistically, contemplating moving out of the city with her as she's been recruited for a promotion elsewhere. I could see Eddie coming over to Buck's place and them discussing this, because they discuss everything, and Eddie just getting more and more exasperated because Buck doesn't look happy but he won't stop and think, he's just barreling ahead as usual. And so Eddie calls him out.
I think it would be something like Eddie going, "What are you even doing? You obviously don't want this."
And Buck being like, "I'm not discussing what I want with you."
and Eddie just exploding, "What? What do you want, Buck? You never express what you really feel so just . . . what do you really want?"
And Buck just going fuck it and grabbing him and pressing years of want and need and love into Eddie's mouth and yeah *fans face* I'm FINE.
3. Finally, the "Wait-For-Me-To-Come-Home" scenario:
Ideally a season finale moment, paralleled to the other couples on the show. The episode would feature a series of calls relating to couples/families experiencing some degree of separation but always finding their way back to each other. At the end there's a montage of Bathena, Madney, Mavid, Henren etc. reuniting after some sort of contention and then it would stop on Buck alone in his apartment, sitting at his table identical to what we saw in Tsunami Pt. 2, completely overwhelmed by how quiet it is and how alone he feels. And maybe Buck is considering something he heard on one of the calls. Whatever the situation, it ends with him heading to Eddie's house and it's late, like two in the morning late, and the final scene is Buck knocking on Eddie's door looking wild-eyed and desperate and there's no dialogue, just them. And Eddie opens the door wider and steps back as Buck steps in and they just stand a breath's distance away, just staring at each other, and then Eddie closes the door and everything fades to black and *flings myself off a cliff*
Bonus: I call this the "Fever Dream" scenario because I dreamt it when I was, in fact, feverish and hallucinating after my second COVID vaccine:
Buck is out running an errand before going into work and ends up in a robbery situation where he obviously intervenes and ends up getting hurt. The episode would open with the 118 being unable to reach Buck and ragging on him, and the first call they respond to is, indeed, Buck on the verge of death. The rest of the episode would then show the sequence of events leading up to that moment and finish with Buck and Eddie in the back of the ambulance, and Buck just touches Eddie's face, or wraps his fist around the St. Christopher necklace hanging around Eddie's neck, and Eddie is Not Handling Things and then Buck flatlines in the back of the ambulance and jfjdsaldflja somebody stop me before I write a fic *flings myself off another cliff*
As you can see I haven't thought about this much at all. Also, you deserve a fucking award if you made it to the end of this.
I have buddie brainrot! They're actually ruining my life! I have lost control! I'm doing GREAT!!!
#buddie#somebody take my brain away from me#I would like to put it away for a few days and be free from this endless cycle of violence#evan buckley#eddie diaz#idiots in love smh#greatest love story of all time though#buddie meta#long ass post#speculation
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what are your favorite t swift lyrics to date? “just between us did the love affair maim you too” recently has me on the verge of tears just thinking about it so yeah ….
I have honestly no idea how long you expect this to be lol I've been waiting my whole life to answer this and now there's too many, so here are a few stand-outs that are by no means the only best ones or my only faves.
I'm ignoring all the bridges because I think Swiftian Bridges are their own category. I'm also just gonna do post 1989 otherwise this will be too long.
1. the whole of peace but specifically:
And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences
Sit with you in the trenches
Give you my wild, give you a child
2. you already picked one of my fave All Too Well 10 lyrics but I can't overlook this (and also ofc the punchline)
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath
3. all of Majorie, which is one of her greatest-ever songs, and always makes me cry:
Never be so kind / You forget to be clever
Never be so clever / You forget to be kind
4. The story this one single fucking line tells in august:
I remember thinkin' I had you
5. mad woman is again filled with incredible writing but this always grabs me:
And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out
And you find something to wrap your noose around
6. LWYMMD gets slated and I don't know why, she really threw herself all in to the campy villain bit look at this fucking writing:
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!
7. is this the saddest lyric in Swift's canon? maybe. fuck you scott bruschetta.
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave
8. cruel summer is <3 but this line is especially clever:
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
9. there's enough spilled ink on the glorious storytelling of TLGAD so I'll just say the switch from she to I? flawless.
I had a marvelous time ruining everything
10. No one has ever captured the fragility of the start of new love this well. The contrast of cool/delicate in terms of vernacular and literary language is *chef's kiss*
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
'Cause I know that it's delicate
11. seven makes me go absolutely feral as I too feel girls are robbed of something as they grow
Please picture me in the weeds
Before I learned civility
I used to scream ferociously
Any time I wanted
12. the way she writes about finding shelter in love on reputation, an album that is just so Dear to me but especially call it what you want:
And I know I make the same mistakes every time
Bridges burn, I never learn
At least I did one thing right
13. idk just fucking love this one from willow. like we have all these ideas and goals about what our lives will be then we fall in love with someone and realise we have to take them into it and everything might change, and that's ok (in contrast to the wave of you can have it all feminism)
Wreck my plans, that's my man
14. the noise i made when i first heard this:
They told me all of my cages were mental
So I got wasted like all my potential
15. this is so evocative and the delivery is unreal:
And I was catching my breath
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
16. remember when she wrote this and called the damn song happiness:
But now I'm right down in it, all the years I've given
Is just shit we're dividin' up
Showed you all of my hiding spots
I was dancing when the music stopped
And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention
17. every single second of ivy but specifically,
I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones
18. I could write a phd about the archer, but I won't. I'll just say that when Taylor said:
I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost
The room is on fire, invisible smoke
And all of my heroes die all alone
Help me hold on to you
I lost my fucking mind. [XR name one hero who was happy from TSOA, and every writer and artists anxiety that they'll have to choose between art and happiness in love]
19. the fact that she wrote a song about cunnilingus already makes false god incredible but the way she wrote it as
religion's in your lips / the altar is my hips
ma'am,,,,
20. cardigan is lyrically fantastic around the central image of the cardigan itself, which I think distracts from knife cuts like:
Leavin' like a father
Running like water
And when you are young, they assume you know nothing
[side note there are very few father refs in Swift songs - see also 'a careless man's careful daughter']
21. turning her own Americana (remember those 4th of July parties) back on herself here, iconic Trump call out, etc.
American stories burning before me
I'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed
Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men?
Darling, I'm scared
22. leaving you on number 22 with this absolute soul-destroyer from nothing new
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
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To The End (Chapter 7: Parklife)
Pairing: 90's Damon Albarn x Reader
Warnings: Language, Fluff, smut (oral both receiving), maybe some spelling mistakes.
Summary: You are Damon Albarn's girlfriend. A serious topic is discussed between the two of you. Y/N inspires Damon, he writes an important song.
Words: 2722
A/N: Heya ! Here's the first juicy chapter of this fic, finally ! And it's also the last chapter of 2021. I hope that next year will be better than 2021 for everyone. Mine is gonna be special, I'm seeing Damon in March ! Enjoy this chapter, and Cheers for your New Year's Eve !
“All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife »
Being Damon Albarn’s girlfriend had its ups and downs. Paparazzi absolutely wanted to know who I was. He was trying to protect me no matter what. The band was recording their new album Parklife, and on the other hand, Damon and I were now sharing our bedroom together, mine being changed as our dressing room where all our clothes were tidied. As Damon said, we were taking our time, I really wanted to fully trust him about the “girls” topic before giving myself to him. But as time passed, my desire was growing.
October 1993-London:
After we finished watching Terminator 2, an science fiction movie I deeply loved (because I’m a girl like no other), We went to bed. That’s when I decided to take a step further with my lovely boyfriend. Time to tell him a truth.
- Dames?
- Yes Sweetheart? He answered from the bathroom.
- I have to tell you something important.
- You’re worrying me…
- No need to be worried! It’s no big stuff.
He came to the bed, and sat with me.
- So? What’s the matter?
- There’s something I need to tell you about me that explains certain things.
- Like?
- Well…I’m…
He saw I was hesitating and put his hand on my cheek.
- Tell me, don’t be shy my love.
- I’m a virgin.
- You what? He answered, confused
- Yes, you’ve heard what you heard…
- Of course I heard! But…These guys you dated…
- I wasn’t in love with any of them, it has always been you. The thing is I spent years and years hoping you’ll be the one to help me with this. And that’s why we both agree on the fact we’re going to take our time.
- Y/N…
- I know. I’m fully ready for you. But don’t want to give myself to you that easily. I trust you about it, fully, but…
- You want to trust me about something else. I Know. And you want it to be worth it, I get it. And I can assure you it will be. We're not going to go straight there like that.
- You’ll be slow with me?
- Of course I will! but I’m quite anxious… I never laid with a virgin. You will have to show me what you like. I would never have guessed that, I thought you already did it with someone.
- No. I wanted to do it with someone I love, and when I was 16, I decided it would be you. Because you’ve always been the only person I love. If I couldn’t have you, I wouldn’t have ended up a nun, I would have tried to find someone else, but I’ve been lucky, and… I want you.
He approached to kiss me, deeply and passionately.
- What do you want me to do?
- Teach me…Teach me how to pleasure you. I want to learn this before we end up doing it for real.
- Okay. Hum…Do you want to start now or?
- If I told you about this, it’s because I want to yes.
He took my arm and guided me on top of him.
- Just do as if you were riding me, grind against me.
I did. I was also aroused by this, and it felt good for both of us. I felt him harden. I still had on my mind that he had been spoiled by nature and that on the day we will make love, it would probably be painful. He let out a low grown.
- Oh baby just like this… See what you’re doing to me?
Oh, hearing him was music to my ears. I whimpered. It felt so good. His boxers were being stained with his precum. I could tell he was close because his hardness was twitching against my folds.
- Okay…Okay, let’s stop this before I cum. Now take off my boxers. He instructed
I followed his instruction, taking his boxers off slowly, his length going painfully slap against his stomach. And I took a look at it, in literal awe.
- Like what you see beautiful? He asked on his cocky tone
- A lot! What’s next? I answered
- Okay, now, put your end around it and make ups and downs movements.
I did as told, slowly at first, being scared of hurting him. He bit his lip before trying to hold back a moan.
- Do you like it?
- It’s perfect. But can you go a bit faster please?
I adapted a quicker pace, and this time, he let me hear his breathy moans.
- Oh God, just like this princess…
I guess he liked this a lot, as he was now moaning. Softly at first, and louder and louder at each of my ups and downs. I felt his hips move; he was thrusting in my hand to help me.
- Okay now slow down but keep pumping, and put your mouth on my cock, just suck and lick, don’t use your teeth.
- No, I’m going to bite you. Of course, Damon I’m only going to use my mouth and tongue.
I swirled my tongue around the tip and heard him gasp, still massaging his manhood.
- Fuck…He lowly groaned
- You still like it?
- Yeah, please don’t stop…
My lips were now all swollen around his length. He began bucking his hips in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
I moaned around him, sending vibrations in all his body.
Damon, now a moaning mess, gripped the back of my head, forcing it down, making me gag.
- Oh F-Fuck, Y/N… I-I’m so close…
My eyes started watering, I almost chocked around him. It was kind of violent for the first blowjob, but he seemed like he couldn’t help it.
I took my mouth away from him, coughing to death.
- Oh my god, are you okay? He asked me with a shaky voice
- Yeah… it’s just that you were kinda fucking my throat. I answered, almost out of breath
- I’m sorry, I forgot to contain myself, do you want us to stop? I won’t be mad if you want to.
- Nah I want to keep going, just let me catch my breath first please. I said, with a sore throat
- You also need to drink.
Happily, I was always taking a glass of water with me in case I was thirsty at night. I took it and drank it all.
- So, where was I?
- I let you decide where you were at.
I resumed what I was doing before coughing. Damon instantly moaned at the feeling of my mouth on him, still aroused and painfully hard for me.
- Fuck ! He almost yelled
This time, his fingers were running in my hair and he was holding his hips down so he didn’t gag me.
- I’m not gonna last sweetheart… He said
I felt him twitch again, this time in my mouth, and his breath hitched in his throat.
- Oh love, I’m gonna cum! He warned
I pulled my mouth away from his length before he would cum inside it and jerked him. It was a matter of seconds before he groaned and panted loudly and released his seed in my hand, helping him through his climax. I kept going and he finally took my hand away, because I was overstimulating him, he was all shivering.
- Stop, I can’t…oh…
He was trying to catch his breath, while I looked at my hand, full of his cum, before going to the bathroom to wash it.
When I came back, he was still panting, looking at the ceiling.
- Did you… like it?
- Seriously? did you see how you made me come and how I praised you to keep going? I think I did more than “liking it” love.
- So, I know how to pleasure you then?
- Yes. Yes you do.
He looked at me with lust.
- Thank you for teaching me.
- And it isn’t over.
He flipped me over, where he was laid before, his body was all sweaty. He was now on top of me.
- Dames, what are you doing? I said, laughing
- You pleasured me, now it’s my turn to pleasure you.
Oh, I wasn’t confident.
- Dames, I…
- Hey, I know and it’s okay, you’re beautiful Y/N, don’t forget this.
I nodded, and he started taking off my clothes. At first my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra to sleep. He looked at my breasts, smiling, before taking one in his mouth, and swirled his tongue around my hardened bud.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he kept doing it before kissing me, going down, and taking off my pyjama pants and panties in a row.
I was about to hide myself from him, but he anticipated and took both my arms before I could do it.
- Don’t hide. You’re perfect. Do you trust me?
I nodded.
He kissed my stomach, before kissing and biting my thighs
- I promise you’ll love this.
He plunged his head between my legs, testing the waters by giving a first lap at my clit, that made me let out a shaky breathy moan.
Before licking again, he collected my arousal with his index, bringing it to his mouth.
- Hmm…You taste so sweet my love. Already so wet for me…
He began licking a long stride along my slit, his hands holding my hips down, to keep me from squirming under him. My eyes instantly squeezed shut, as I let out a loud moan. His left hand grabbed one of my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipple to make it harden even more, already sensitive from the previous teasing.
My hand went to grab his hair. He moaned against my folds. I was the one now to feel vibrations all over my body, and geez I loved it.
I felt him insert a finger inside me. Even if it was hard for me, I managed to open my eyes and take a look at him, making us have an eye contact.
- Does it feel good? He asked
I responded with a harsh moan
- I didn’t understand love, use your words.
- Yes it feels so good! I groaned
- Do you want me to try to add another finger?
- Yes!
He slipped another finger inside my folds, without any difficulty. I may have been a virgin, but an extremely wet one.
He was knuckles deep inside me, fucking me into oblivion with his fingers and tongue.
My back arched on the bed.
I felt some heat invade my body, a heat I felt only once, when he touched me through my panties at the hotel two months ago. I hoped this time I would be able to cum.
- Fuck Dames… I cried out
- Do you feel you are going to cum baby?
- Yes…
He kept going at a rhythmic pace with his fingers, and the heat pit in my stomach. My walls were convulsing around his fingers, he knew I would soon reach my orgasm. I was chocking sobs, as I tried to contain myself, being afraid of maybe moaning too loud.
- Let me hear you baby, cum around my fingers, let go.
I cried out again, reaching my high, coming all around his fingers, his name on my lips. He helped me through my climax, licking my juices off me.
I was out of breath. But I still managed to talk.
- You were right. It felt so good. I said panting
- Told you so.
- Yeah, I know you’re confident with yourself about this topic.
- I just can tell no one complained about my methods yet.
A silence settled in, Damon caressing my face.
- How will it be?
- How what will be love?
- How will it be when you’ll make love to me the first time?
- I heard that for girls it can hurt, but I will prep you, I’ll be slow and so gentle. I’ll be waiting for you. It’ll be up for you to decide when you want it. You’ll just have to tell me. You know I can be patient.
*
Here we were, back in the US, in December. In New York, Damon took me to a rendezvous, and took me shopping. It was our first Rendezvous as a couple. At the end of December, we went back at the studio, so the band could finish their album.
But by my side, I heard about another band who were touring with The Verve, two troublemaker’s brothers from Manchester and their buddies. Yes, Oasis. I had heard the younger brother had been starting a fight and had been thrown off a ferry on their way to Amsterdam.
They were definitely going to cause us trouble.
Blur’s label changed but were still working with Stephen Street. Damon and I, we were still only pleasuring ourselves mutually at the moment.
A night, Damon woke up, lyrics running in his heads.
I heard him get up and run downstairs. I got worried and followed him.
- Dames, it’s 3am, what are you doing?
- Writing.
- Lyrics?
- Yes.
- Can I see? what’s the name of the song?
- To the end.
- What a title!
- Give me your opinion. He said, handing me the paper he was writing on.
“All those dirty words
They make us look so dumb
Been drinking far too much
And neither of us mean what we say .
Well, you and I collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it
Yes, it looks like we've made it to the end”
- This… This is so beautiful! Am I allowed to ask you who you talk about in the song?
- You.
- Me? I said surprised
- Yeah, this first verse talks about us. You know? like the words we used when we argued about our formal open relationship topic. And the chorus means that we overcame this obstacle together, in our relationship.
I didn’t know what to say, he read in my mind. I was Damon Albarn’s muse. WOW.
- Which obstacles did we overcome?
- Telling each other what we felt for each other, it was our first obstacle. And… I just can’t lose you, you know?
I sat on the chair next to him, caressing his cheek. He laid his head against the palm of my hand, just like a child would do.
- You won’t lose me Dames.
He hugged me tight.
- I have an idea for the song, but I have to talk about it with the boys.
- Which is?
- You know my love for French language and for France.
- Do you intend to put French in this song ?
- I’d love it.
- Let’s hope they’ll accept it, because in my opinion, it could be really poetic to mix English and French together.
I yawned and got up, planning on coming back to bed.
- I’m heading back to bed, I’ll be waiting for you.
- I’m right behind.
*
February 1994:
April 25th, Parklife would be released. But something was coming before. Damon’s birthday.
- We should party for Damon’s birthday, huh lads?
- I agree, but I don’t even know what we could do. Graham answered
- Come at our place! we could just party together, you lads, and my lovely Y/N.
- You can say girlfriend, you know? We all know you are dating since this day in this Glasgow, we were just waiting for you to talk about it. It was something that had to happen. Graham said
- Yeah, it’s true we haven’t been really discrete this day.
- This isn’t really a secret when you go in a room or a corridor just the both of you, actually nevermind, it’s none of our business. But we all know for what it is. Dave said
- We’re just curious, how long has it been? Graham asked
- About 6 months. I answered
- See, I was right guys. Alex said
- We thought it was even older than that.
- Well no. I said
- As long as you’re both happy and you inspire Damon, we’re happy for you guys. Alex said
- She’s my muse. She has been for a long time. I just didn’t realize it. Damon said looking at me and smiling.
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