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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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He's the Boss Part 1(Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

Guys I don't know how I feel about this. Ah! There is a second part, yay, but let me if this one is good. If it's not I can write another one. IDK ahh having imposter syndrome. I feel like it's not good, which makes me sad. I was so excited for the story. I feel bad if it's trash cause I hyped it up. Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

I stifle my laughter seeing Perconte’s small figure clinging onto the back of Bull. Poor Perco got shot in the ass, and George owed me a fiver. I made my way over to the radio-man already grinning at him. He rolled his eyes knowing what I was smiling about.

“I’m not making any more bets with you Y/N!” He huffed, coughing up the cash. I pocketed it with a chuckle.

“You say that every time Luz!” I told him.

“What can I say, I'm a gambling man.” He grinned at me, as I gave him a playful elbow. He slapped me on the back as we walked to the house we made our base. We were all weary from the long stay in Bastogne, it was one of the hardest stints I’ve had in the paratroopers. We lost a lot of good men. However there was some relief, we had finally taken Foy. Which was one of the attacks we had been dreading for a while. I think we were all ready for a break but it wasn’t to be, ordered to go forth and take more towns that the Germans occupied. But for tonight we finally had a roof over our head and some proper shelter from the freezing cold.

We made our way into the house, the men quickly claiming their spots on the floor with their gear. Luz fortunately was thoughtful enough to save me a spot beside him.

“How’s your ass Perco?” I asked as we stepped over the man who was lying on the floor being tended to by Gene.

“Never had any complaints!” He retorted quickly, sending Luz and I into hysterics. Bull rested next to him, keeping him company. I straighten. “Sir.” I said, clearing my throat. He glanced at me unamused at my antics.

The Sergeant had never liked me. I’m not sure why, maybe because I mucked around with Luz all the time. I was serious when I needed to be but more often than not I was getting into mischief. Bull had never said anything to me or scolded me. But his disappointed stare was all he needed to send in my direction to send me running with my tail between my legs. He intimidated me. someone that large was intimidating, he didn’t have to say a thing.

“Give me your smokes, Y/N.” George nudged me as we got comfy on the floor.

“No way! People pay good money for these!” I shook my head. I didn’t smoke like everyone else, which meant I could use the packs to my advantage. I would trade and sell them to the other men when they ran out. I had gotten a lot of neat things by trading my packs. But George, who smoked like a chimney, was always bugging me for freebies.

“Oh come on Y/N!” He pouted.

“Fine! Fine! You’re a dick you know that.” He grinned happily as I handed him one of the hoarded packs I had in my bag. Picking one out he quickly lit it, puffing away. He offered me the smoke to which I shook my head.

“Where do you think Bull gets all his Cigars? I mean those aren’t part of the ration packs are they?” I asked, watching the man, he always had a cigar hanging from his lips. It always baffled me where they came from.

“Eh, I don’t know, never thought about it.” George shrugged.

“George, you don’t think about anything.” I said knocking on his skull proving my point that it was empty up there.

I watched Bull curiously. He was one of the quieter men in the company. He liked to sit and watch, rather than join in on the shenanigans. But whenever he did speak everyone hung on his every word. Even if it was only one comment it would be the funniest comment of the whole night. That would have everyone keeling over in laughter. He would just grin. When I first met the man I assumed he would be a brute, a man of that stature was surely big and scary. But he was kind and soft spoken in his thick country accent. No one really took too kindly to me though in the beginning, I was a replacement, and a female one at that. They all avoided me, scattered when I walked into a conversation, like I was infectious. After weeks of trying to prove my worth to the original Easy company men, I had befriended George. Well I say befriend, he says bribe. If he talked to me for more than a couple of sentences I would give him some smokes. So at first he would only talk to me to get smokes, but he found that we were similar and had become good friends. Always joking and laughing. He still says he only hangs out with me for the free smokes. But it’s ok I have him trained well. Bull was one of the ones who still hadn’t warmed up to me, I seemed to be able to make friends with the rest of the men. But the tall man was an enigma. If he was so kind and gentle, why did he dislike me so?

*************

Gun fire pelted down on our position as we crouched behind a rock wall. Every time I poked my head up to see if the cost was clear the shooting would start again.

“Goddammit they got us pinned.” I yelled over the noise to the men I hid with.

We needed to move forward into the town for this attack to be successful. It was currently not going the way we had planned.

“Shifty!” I called our sharpshooter over to help me.

“I need you to take out that sniper!” He nodded looking over the wall, only for us to flinch back as the machine gun fired on our position.

“I can’t, not with him firing at us like this!” I sighed, racking my brain for a way we could distract them.

“You’ve had an idea.” Shifty said, watching my face as if he had seen the mental light bulb go off in my brain.

“Don’t let him shoot me Shifty!” I said to him, he gave me a curt nod. I shuffled my way to the end of the wall, I took a deep breath. I stood up from my position, sprinting forward. The sniper was on me in seconds, bullets landing close to me, I could feel them whooshing past my face. Anytime now Shifty. I thought as I ran as fast as I could, the sniper barely missing me each time. I looked back over my shoulder to our original position, I could see Shifty but he wasn’t shooting. He motioned to one of the other men for another gun. Oh shit! Not looking where I was going, I stumbled, falling forward onto my hands and knees. Oh fuck! I was now a sitting duck, fun fact it’s easier to hit a still target than a moving one, which right now I currently am. I groaned out in pain as one of the bullets finally hit its target, lodging itself in my arm.

“Y/N!” I heard booming across the open field. “Get your ass moving!” Bull and his men hunched behind a broken down car. I got to my feet, making my way quickly over to where Bull was. The Sniper was hot on my tail, hitting the ground I had just left behind me. So close, so close! I dove forward, careening into Bull’s open arms. He caught me, but the force at which I flew was stronger than we both expected, as we fell back in a heap on the ground. I panted, my lungs burned from the effort. I sighed in relief at being safe again. I pushed myself off of the man, clearing my throat in an awkward way.

“Thank you Sarge!” I said straightening myself, and putting my helmet back on my head.

“What the hell were you thinking private, are you trying to get yourself killed?” Bull yelled angrily at me. My eyes widened. I don’t think I have ever heard him use that tone of voice with anyone. I flushed with embarrassment.

“I was just a distraction for Shifty.” I replied, my voice slightly shaky.

“Don’t ever do that again, you hear!” He reprimanded me. I nodded my head, tears welling in my eyes. It was one thing to be told off, but to be scolded by the Sergeant that never raised his voice at anyone, was humiliating.

“We’re moving out, Y/N you’re with us now!” I didn’t have time to be upset, we were in the middle of an assault, for christ sake. I took a breath, gathering my thoughts. I followed behind Bull’s team of men.

The assault was a success. I had found Shifty afterwards to ask him what had happened. His gun got jammed, he did eventually get the sniper with someone else's gun. We finally had cleaned up the town and were getting ready for the night.

“Y/N I heard you were up to no good today. Being told off by Bull.” George grinned at me punching me in the shoulder.

“OW!” I flinched away holding my arm, George laughed, then realised the tears in my eyes.

“Oh shit, Y/N are you ok?” He looked concerned, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“I got shot, I forgot. I had so much adrenaline, I guess I didn’t feel the pain.” We had been so busy, and I was so caught up in my own head about Bull yelling at me I completely forgot I had been injured.

“You forgot? Medic!” George looked shocked. Gene rushed over quickly, as everyone also looked. It was late in the evening to declare a wound.

“What happened?” Gene asked, also confused.

“She got shot and apparently forgot.” George tells the medic.

“Come on.” Gene moves me to a more private room, away from everyone else. I take off my jacket and top, leaving me in my white t-shirt. I lift the sleeve to expose the wound. I look down at my arm which is covered in dried blood down to my wrist. The bullet hole itself looked red and angry, a perfect circle had been punched into my skin.

“The bullet is still in there.” Gene said as he assessed the laceration. “I have to get it out, or it could cause infection. It’s going to hurt.” I nodded defeated. I watched him pick up big tweezers, and my stomach dropped. I turned away when he moved towards the wound with the instrument. Not wanting to see him plunge them into my skin. I winced, trying my best not to make any noise. I bite on my lip, trying to remain as still as possible for the medic. I gripped onto my leg, digging my nails into my flesh. My eyes shot open when I felt my hand being taken off my leg and squeezed. To my surprise Bull sat in front of me clasping my hand in his. It caught me so off guard I forgot I was trying to be quiet.

“AHH.” I yelped as I felt Gene twisted the tweezers in my skin. I gripped onto Bull’s hand tightly.

“Sorry Y/N, almost there, you’re doing good.” Gene muttered as he concentrated.

“Breath, Y/N!” Bull ordered, I hadn’t noticed but I was holding my breath as Gene worked. I gulped in air. Bull nodded, reassuring me. My cheeks were wet with my tears.

“Got it!” I heard the bullet clatter into the metal kidney dish Gene had with him. I sigh with relief, thankful the ordeal was over. He finished the dressing, leaving Bull and I in the room by ourselves. I didn’t speak, feeling awkward.

“Y/N I wanted to apologise for today.” Bull started, in his low country drawl. It was so smooth and silky, I’m sure if he read me a bedtime story I would be asleep in seconds.

“I only reacted like that because I was concerned.” I laughed, his brows furrowed with my reaction.

“You were concerned about me?” I asked unsure if I had heard him correctly.

“Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, you hate me.” His eyebrows shot up, surprised by my accusation.

“I don’t hate you. Who told you that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knees. He looks pissed.

“No-no one, I just thought.” Saying this out loud to him now makes me feel stupid.

“You just thought what?” He squints at me, tilting his head for emphasis.

“You always glare at me.” I defend myself. “And you don’t talk to me.”

“You avoid me!” He counteracts. “You run away from me.”

“Well because…” He waits for my answer.

“I think there has been some miscommunication between us, don’t you think?” I nod.

“Well Y/N I can tell you now I certainly don’t hate you, in fact I quite like you. You’re good for the men, especially George, someone needs to keep him on a leash.” My mouth falls open, never in a million years would I have expected those words to come from Bull’s mouth. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I will admit I was weary of you in the beginning. But that was because you were a replacement and the men we have had in the past have not been the best soldiers. You on the other hand, you did good.” I felt my face flush, I wanted to pinch my cheek, surely I was dreaming. Bull’s laughter shocked me, big and booming it filled the small room we sat in. It was rich in tone, just like his voice. I liked his laugh.

“Don’t look so shocked, darling!” He chuckles, he pulls his gun from the floor, opening the butt of it. From the compartment he pulls his signature cigar, he lights it, inhaling deeply as it glows a cherry red. He blows out the smoke, leaning back in his chair.

“I think I’ve sent you into shock.” He joked, pulling me from my surprise.

“I just-I don’t think I have heard you speak so much in one go.” He laughs again, a smile forms on his lips. My heart fluttered, it felt nice to make him laugh.

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“Y/N get off George, the poor man can’t breathe.” Bull said from behind me, he had walked in on me attacking George, poking him in his sides until he couldn’t breath from laughing. He had been teasing me insistently about Babe having a crush on me. Babe did not have a crush on me. We were friendly and that’s all it was, but George liked to wind me up. I stood up giving Bull a toothy grin as he shook his head, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Bull, thank god you came, I thought she was about to kill me.” I sent a look to George, it wasn’t a threat but a promise that I would get him again if he wasn’t careful.

“Look at her, those eyes, she’s a killer I tell you.” George pointed at me. Bull chuckled.

After I had figured out that Bull in fact did not hate me like I suspected, we turned into close friends. We were polar opposites but we worked well together. I was a chatter-box and he was a listener. But I could get him to say more than any of the other men in the company could. He had the most interesting stories. I would listen intently as he spoke, sometimes getting distracted, just listening to his voice. His velvety rich accent always gave me goosebumps, so I would get him to talk as much as I could just so I could hear him speak. I found that he was just a big teddy bear. Very country boy, raised on manners and good faith. I liked to call him Ferdinand the bull off of the cartoon of the sweet bull who would rather sit and smell flowers than fight. It perfectly encapsulated the Sergeant. He was so gentle in everything he did. I didn’t want to admit it but I had grown quite attached to him, and differently to the other men of Easy. I made all the men laugh all the time, sure it felt good. But when Bull laughed at my jokes, I felt giddy. When he smiled at me my heart fluttered. I have never felt this from anyone. But I was sure it was just because I looked up to him, and not literally. He was my boss so of course I wanted to impress him.

“Bull, we are going to one of the pub’s tonight are you coming?” I sidled up to the man as he walked. His eyes flick down to look at me, as he puffs on his cigar. I smiled up at him.

“Sure I will, just because you asked.” I grin, I hold onto his arm giving it a squeeze.

“Alright, get to your task, Y/N.” He shoos me away with a small smirk.

“Yes Sir.” He laughs as I salute him walking away.

“Is he coming?” George asks from behind me, I turn, nodding my head. “See I told you he would come if you asked!” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I scoff mocking offence.

“Oh please, you two are smitten with each other!” I glare at him, as he stares at me with wide eyes.

“George you think I’m smitten with everyone, five minutes ago you said that Babe and I had something with each other.” I point out to him as we walk to help with the stock take.

“But I actually mean it with you and Bull. I have seen the way you two look at each other.” He pouts, fluttering his eyelashes, pretending to be me. I shake my head, shoving him.

“Ok if it's about how we look at each other, then you and that hershey bar you were eating the other day were totally in love.” I mimic the way he ate the bar, moaning with each bite.

“You’re not wrong, that hershey bar really rocked my world.” He grinned at me.

“You’re gross.” But we crack up laughing.

#I am so sorry if this is trash #maybe I can save it with the next part #bull randleman x reader #bull randleman #George Luz #Shifty Powers #Perco #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #band of brothers imagine #fanfic

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codfanficedits · 9 months

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Bar ideas

Summary:

You and Soap are getting drunk. There are two endings to this little story, both are linked at the end.

Pairing: Soap x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.4k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, closet sex, fingering, choking.

You and Soap always have been idiots together. Not in the field, no never in the field. Soap was a demolishing expert, the man was a genius in the field. Handpicked by Price for a reason. You weren’t stupid either, Price picked you as a sniper for a reason. No on the field the lot of you were an oiled team.

That did change the moment a drop of alcohol got involved. The moment you and Soap got your hands on some whiskey, tequila, vodka, even beer, it was as if the two of you shared two braincells, and those were fighting for third place.

The last time you and Soap got drunk enough, the both of you deemed it a good idea to flush all of Ghost his tea. It was such a good idea, until the morning came and the large, masked Brit hunted the both of you down, chasing you through base. Price had to step in to prevent two murders.

So now you and Soap are under Price’s watch, while you and the whole team went to the bar to celebrate a mission well done. The whole mood was a nice one, although the alcohol had been flowing for a while now. Soap nudged you when he saw Gaz talking to a blonde woman. “Want to bet a fiver that he will take her home?” He whispered, his head mere inches away from your face. “Make it a tenner.” You replied. “He can’t wait that long, my bet is on the toilets.”

“It’s on then.”

A glare from Price shut the both of you up, although Soap had this mischievous grin on his face the whole time. Your eyes kept darting around the bar, there wasn’t a lot of eye candy to look at, and after a few too much tequila sun rises, you didn’t really care about men anymore. Who needed them anyway?

A second nudge from Soap got you out of your concentration, you looked up just in time to see Gaz leave for the bathroom, the blonde woman following seconds after. You wanted to tell Soap to pay up, but he nudged you again, his head jerking towards Price, who had his back turned to the both of you, talking to someone. “Let’s head out of here.” Soap whispered into your ear. “Before he sees us.”

Soap took your hand, pulling you off the barstool as he dragged you outside. “You still owe me.” You started, but Soap shushed you, pressing his hand against your face to shut you up.

“What if.” His voice was slurred. “What if we went to scare Gaz.”

“How do you want to do it?” Your voice is muffled against his big hand.

“What?”

You remove his hand from your face. “How do you want to do it, sergeant?” You repeat yourself.

“We go back to base. Get into his room, and hide into his closet, when he gets back, we jump out and scare him!” Soap was using his hands to power up his words and by God was it working. The tequila in your blood was screaming at you to agree with his idea, and who were you to say no?

You did an attempt to salute him. “Why aren’t we going back to base already?” You asked, an idiotic grin on your face.

“I knew I could count on you.” Soap told you, before he grabbed your jacket, dragging you back to base, his big steps almost made you unable to follow him.

Your eyes darted around the hallway as Soap tried to pick the lock that kept the two of you out of Gaz’s room. The last thing you needed was for Ghost to pick up on this. He already hunted you down once, you wouldn’t survive a second time. “Hurry up.” You hissed through gritted teeth. “Does Ms. Mastermind want to try it?” Soap replied. You let out a frustrated groan as your hand reaches out to the doorknob, you twist it and the door creaks open. The fucking door wasn’t even locked.

You’re the first one to step in, and your eyes scan the room, worried you’ll find Gaz, Price, or even worse, Ghost. But the room is empty but a goddamn mess, no wonder Gaz prefers to fuck in the bar bathroom than his own room. There are half empty water bottles everywhere, clothes all over the floor, and when was the last time a windows was opened in here?

Soap doesn’t seem to mind, of course not, Soap was focussed on the mission he had given the two of you. He made his way over to the closet, swinging the door open a little too enthusiastic.

“Get your ass over here.” It wasn’t a question, it was an order. You stumble your way over there, the left part of the closet was made to hang up clothes, but it was mostly empty, it didn’t surprise you at all, given that you had to walk through half of his closet on the floor to get to Soap.

“C’mon.” He gives you a gentle push into the closet, your forehead pressed against the cold material. Soap takes place behind you, it barely fits as he closes the door.

“It’s not going to fit, you’ve been eating too much.” You complain. “Hush.” Is his answer. “Man’s gotta eat.”

His warm breath reaches your neck and all of the sudden you’re painfully aware of the situation you’re in. As if tequila brought you here, but left you when you needed it’s courage. Friends.

You and Soap have always just been friends, nothing more, nothing less. You try to turn around, tell him this was a stupid idea.

“Don’t..” His breathing hitched. “Don’t move.”

“Shit, why? Are you hurt?” This whole situation is sobering you up really quick.

“No! No, just stand still for a second, don’t move.”

That’s when you felt it, a second heartbeat touching your thighs.

“Are you..? Oh my god Johnny.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He muttered. “You just looked so pretty tonight in that skirt, and, and, I just.. Having you so close to me.” He rambled trying to explain himself.

He thought you looked pretty. That realisation alone was enough to make you lose all responsibility.

You press your thighs against him, the heartbeat growing stronger. “Stop teasing me.” He groaned. “I’m not teasing you.”

Soap grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back. “Now is not the time for jokes.” He hisses as his free hand makes his way under your skirt. Your hands tug on his jeans. “I would never joke about this.”

He pulls you closer, his hand still tangled in your hair. “I need to know for sure that you’re really okay with this.”

Your mind is running at full speed, his cologne, his warm skin, the musky smell of his sweat, the way his fingertips linger on your skin. It is all too much. “I need you.” You answer him.

“Beg me more.”

His words unlock something in you, you’re a tough soldier, you’re not supposed to beg, but this man, this man makes your knees weak.

“My body craves you, I crave you, I need your touch, Johnny, I want to feel your big fucking cock in me, please.” God, you never knew you could sound so needy, it’s almost pathetic.

It stays quiet, a little too quiet for your liking, he let’s go off your hair, the sound of his zipper being the only noise in the room. His hands are strong and quick, you let out a frustrated whimper when his tip teases your wet little cunt. “I can feel how much you want this.” He whispers into your ear. Two of his fingers slide into your tight pussy, his fingers slightly arched, you instantly tense your muscles. But as quick as he entered you, he takes his fingers out again, stuffing them into your mouth. “Taste how desperate you are for me.”

Before your brain can process what is happening he slams his cock into you, his fingers into your mouth to muffle the sounds you make. As a good little slut you taste yourself on his fingers, drool dripping down your chin as you try to clean his fingers as good as you can, while he fucks your mind into shambles. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, as his hand finds his way to your throat, leaving your skin wet from your own drool.

“God, fuck, shit, yeeehees.” You’re unable to form a fucking sentence while he keeps slamming into you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Ending one.

Ending two.

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luv4fandoms · 2 years

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At Last-Ralph x FReader (ch 1)

So I haven't written in over a year lol, and this was SUPPOSE to be a one-shot, but I started writing and got in the groove again sooooo...it became a chapter story! Lol. Hoping to get a chapter out every Friday til the story is finished that way I can balance it with running my Etsy shop and all 😊.

Summery: After you and your friends are transported back to the 1920's by a time machine elevator, you embark on an adventure, and that adventure leads to a beautiful man.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Pairing: Ralph x Reader

Words: 3,328

Warnings: Ralph being a cutie, also some possible trigger words for some, I do apologize, I was simply quoting the show and they were used.

I also have a Ko-Fi 😊

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

"At last, my love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song"

"So…Just to recap so that I know I am not losing my mind here….We actually just followed a homeless man into an elevator"

"Yeah"

"That was actually a time machine"

"Yeah"

"That actually took us back to the 1920's"

"Yeah"

"How do you know it's the 20's?"

"Which box do we check first, the cars? The hair? The fashion?"

"1920's London"

"Not exactly what I signed up for when I decided to vacation from America" you sighed, looking around the cobblestone road. Somehow, because you still couldn't wrap your head around a time machine elevator, you and your four friends had landed yourselves in London…In the 1920's. Horace and Jason were looking around please, for different reasons, Horace in amusement and Jason at all the women. Nick looked like he was about to have an aneurysm, while you and Lauren sat back and took in your situation. You would be lying if you said that this whole thing was at least somewhat exciting, odd and unbelievable, but exciting. You had decided to visit your friends over the summer, having met Lauren online some years ago when you were in a Facebook group for "Things to do when in London", since you were hoping to visit that following year. Lauren and you struck up a fast friendship over music, and soon found you had a lot of similar interests.

"Alright, let's just stick together and avoid any

plantations." Nick said after a moment.

"Imagine all the things we could do." Horace said with a smile

"Invest in stocks and shares and get filthy rich in the present day." Lauren replied with a mischievous smile back.

"I was gonna say burn a witch, but we could do that." Horace replied

"...Now I suddenly don't feel safe" You replied, causing Horace to turn to you.

"Can trace my ancestors back to Salem remember" you laughed, causing his eyes to widen.

"Right! No, sorry, no witch burning" he backtracked, causing you to laugh more.

"It doesn't matter what time we're in, any time before the mid-'80s isn't good for black people." Nick stressed

"You have a point" You stated

"Bruv, how can you not wanna explore? We owe it to ourselves! People like us never

get to time travel. It's what white people do,

like skiing, or brunch." Jason replied,

"Anyone got a fiver? I'm gonna buy a house." Lauren laughed as you all made your way onto the streets.

"Look at you perving at all the ye olde ladies." She teased Jason.

"I'm just appreciating when women dressed like women, and not like twelve-year-old schoolboys." He told her, earning a punch in the arm.

"I wouldn't call you eyeing every woman as simply appreciating" you laughed. Noticing a woman staring at Lauren before muttering.

"That reminds me, I must buy some black pudding."

"Would it mess with the future if I smacked that woman in the face right now?" Lauren asked, causing everyone to snicker but bringing up a very good question, what would happen to the future, your timelines, by you simply existing in the 20's?

"No, seriously, she's right. Time, space, ripple

effects and all that. What would happen?" Nick asked, causing Horace to reach into his pocket.

"Homeless Pete gave me some rules. Um 1, Don't kill anyone."

"That's not even specific to time travel." Nick muttered

"Don't impregnate, get impregnated. Don't touch any animals."

"Awe there goes your fun Jason" you teased.

"Have fun and try to blend in." Horace finished

"Try to blend in?" You asked

"Am I the only one noticing that?" Nick pointed behind you, you all turned and noticed a large crowd of white people gathered to stare…ah…yeah…people of color were not as common in these times indeed.

"Why are we in a suit shop?"

"Because I didn't see a Foot Locker."

You noticed the man behind the desk look up from his magazine as you all walked in before suddenly looking very scared.

"Good afternoon" he said nervously

"How may I eat you-, help you?" He quickly corrected himself, his eyes landing on you.

"Hello sir, my friends would like suits please"

"Y-Yes of course, I'll just go eat the-Get the manager" he nervously smiled before escaping to the backroom.

"She's alright." You heard Jason say as you leaned over the counter to see the magazine the man had been looking at…Ah cannibals…that explains the oddness.

"Going by the day's events, don't you think you have enough girlfriends?" Nick asked

"Alright, then you go talk to her."

"Well, obviously I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because she's about 90 years older than me."

"What?"

"Yes, I could go outside,and yes, I could chat her up. But what if I fell for her, and she for I?

And we had this whirlwind love affair where we couldn't be without one another.

And at the peak of everything, she decides to come back with me to the 21st century. But as we return to the present day, I'd turn to her only to see that she'd become the age she would be in that time. And I would have the girl of my dreams as an old woman, dying in my arms." Nick concluded.

"Ahh Nick, always the romantic" you snickered

"Bruv, I just said to get her phone number." Jason replied just as a new voice spoke up.

"Ahem!"

Spinning around you suddenly felt like the air got knocked out of you as you looked toward the new people in the small shop.

'Oh…Oh'

"Hello" they spoke at the same time, and you could hear Horace say something along the lines of

"Hail thee, good morrow,how doth thou?" Behind you, but he sounded so far away, everything did, it was like everything suddenly blurred into nothing until there was just him. He wore a cream colored suit and a boater hat, a simple enough outfit for the time but that wasn't what caught your attention, his eyes, the way his smile made them sparkle as he excitedly told the woman beside him to ask them, before prompting her again, causing her to quickly snap at him and his smile fell, and you watched his eyes dull a bit, the sight making your heart clench.

'Don't look sad please,never look sad'

"Ask us what?"

"We were just wondering-" He started but again was cut off by the woman, you could feel yourself beginning to get annoyed at her as you watched his eyes dull even further.

"Yes, Ralph!..Are you a jazz band?"

"What makes you think we're a jazz band?" Lauren asked, and you watched his eyes move over to her, eyeing her up and down and you felt your chest ache…So…Even in a different time nothing changes. Your eyes drift away from him, everything coming into focus again as Nick and the woman talked.

"Quartet."

"Well, four (five) coloured chaps in London. What else could you be?" She replied

"You're also carrying instruments." He added

"Oh, so you are." She smiled, looking at their hands and glancing at you.

"Now call it fate, but Ralph and I are hosting a sick-makingly glorious birthday party." She smiled excitedly, something about this woman gave you a headache already, but at least now you knew his name was Ralph…It suited him.

"We're twins.Non-identical." he stated, as if the non-identical needed to be added you thought, finding yourself smiling a bit.

"I was born first." She added

"So Victoria and I are having

a party-" he started again, only to get cut off once more, and by how he slowly sank back you knew this happened often…Too often.

"Yes, Ralph!...And daddy promised us a Negro jazz band."

"You really shouldn't use that word." Lauren added.

"Oh, sorry. A Negro jazz quartet. Quite a shame, the band we hired cancelled.

"One of the poor fellows got polio." They laughed, causing you all to kind of look at one another.

"Typical, isn't it? All bad things seem to happen to me." She pouted

"How much we talking?" Lauren asked

"You'll be paid fabulously"

"So please, please, please say you're a jazz quartet!"

"We are a jazz quartet."

"Sorry, we'd love to but unfortunately we've got to get home." Nick started but Lauren jumped in

"We'll be there."

"Wondrous!"

"It is rather a formal affair."

"Yes, so no curious native trousers or, um, spongy foot sheaths."

"I can't wait!"

"Please don't let us down, otherwise Ralph and I will howl with shame and take our lives in a tragic double suicide." She stated, causing everyone to let out a nervous laugh, except they weren't laughing…before a simple.

"See you chaps later!" And just like that, they were gone. You watched them through the window, watched as he retreated with his sister, his excitement visible if only for a moment before she dampened it again.

"All I'm saying is that when people time travel, it's to prevent a natural disaster or to save mankind from extinction.Not to perform as a

'Negro jazz quartet'" Nick ranted after everyone left the shop with their new suits, you excluded. You looked around after you all stopped in the street, everyone ranting about how Nick wanted a paid gig and now they have one, Nick ranting about how everyone needed to get home and he was going to go back and find the lift to get us out of there. In the end Nick left on his own, leaving the four of you in the streets.

"Right so do we just have a look around then?" Horace asked.

"You can go ahead, I'm going to look in some shops, still need to find some clothes" you replied, thumbing towards some more shops.

"Oh right!" Horace started but Lauren cut in

"Why don't you lot go on ahead, we'll meet you at the gig" she stated, before walking with you towards the shops. The first two shops you both quickly walk out of after looking at the price tags. Yes you had some money but not that much. The 3rd shop was a bit cheaper, it was a bit of a thrift store in a way, returns from other shops that maybe had lost a few beads or had been repaired hung on the walls.

"So…You trying to look your best tonight?" Lauren asked while you looked at the dresses.

"Just looking to blend in I suppose" you shrugged, watching as she nodded but continued to stare at you from the corner of her eye.

"So you wouldn't be looking for somethin' to catch his eye?" She asked after a moment, causing your head to whip in her direction.

"W-what?" You asked, trying to keep your voice low and even.

"Come off it, I saw the way you stared at what's his name…Ralph, back there. Looked like a deer in the headlights, if the deer was also in love with the car" she smirked before adding.

"Also pretty sure I heard you gasp when you first turned around"

"I….I don't know what you're going on about, I had no such look" you stated, going back to the dress.

"Oh really?"

"Really"

"Cause it looked to me like-"

"He had his eye on someone else anyways, now can we please drop it?" You sighed, grabbing a dress and heading to the changing room. Lauren watched you walk away, confused by your reaction, she was only teasing in her own sort of way, but the way you acted…she felt like she was opening an old wound. When you emerged again you were dripping in black and gold, a beaded headpiece around your (h/c) locks and a faux pearl bracelet around your wrist. Mary Janes adored your feet and as you looked at yourself in the mirror you truly felt like you were living your Great Gatsby fantasy.

"Whoa" Lauren said behind you.

"Good Whoa or Bad Whoa?" You asked, teeth worrying your bottom lip.

"Good Whoa" she smiled, causing you to sigh, before you grabbed your bag that was now filled with your old clothes and walked to the cashier, handing her the money, very glad you had exchanged your Dollars for Pounds.

After shopping the two of you met up with Horace and Jason again, walking around the town for a bit before heading to the party. A party that you were both looking forward to and dreading. Once there you were shocked by the amount of people already there, and the amount of alcohol. You watched as the three of your friends drank from the bottle, you yourself sipping from your cup, before Jason noticed something, tapping Lauren on the arm.

"Someone's got an admirer." He nodded towards a table, you all looked over and noticed Ralph, his eyes raking over Lauren as he smiled at her.

"I'm guessing he's gonna be pretty pissed off when he finds out you're a girl." Jason joked

"Yeah, well I'm guessing Victoria's gonna be pretty pissed when she finds out you're a girl." Lauren replied, her eyes looking over to find you, your front facing the bar, your back to Ralph as you drank your drink. She looked back at Ralph, noticing that his eyes were on you, eyebrows furrowed before he caught her gaze, smiling again. The rest of the night was a whirlwind, first there was trying to stall hoping Nick would show up, then Jason almost started up with how it was now a Trio, the Wu-tang clan, before Nick actually showed up and they played their asses off. You couldn't help but actually enjoy yourself, the alcohol in your system mixing with the good music made it easier as you danced with random men and women. But all nights had to come to an end, and so soon while you were gathering round with your friends and smiling, Victoria and Ralph appeared.

"Such a giddy-making delight of a night, all thanks to you gentlemen." She smiled, before looking at the boys.

"Now, who would like a dance with the birthday girl?" She asked, Horace started to raise his hand before Jason pushed it down.

"I thought you'd never ask." He smiled and left with her.

"And what about the birthday boy?" Ralph asked, and your eyes met Lauren's.

"Oh, I'm not-" Horace started but Ralph cut him off.

"Oh no, I was talking to that-,This one-, particular one of you." He gestured to Lauren before asking her directly.

"Would you?" She looked over at you once more, unsure of what to do, and noticed Ralph turn his head to look at you as well, seemingly following Lauren's gaze. You smiled, hoping it was a happy and reassuring smile, but the look on her face said that the disappointment showed through. But she still sighed, looked at Ralph and nodded.

"Yeah, go on then". You watched them head to the dance floor, Ralph looking especially excited while Lauren looked uneasy.

"Oi, you alright?" Horace asked, looking over at you.

"Me? On yeah I'm fine" you waved him off, going back to your drink.

"You sure, you look….sad"

"No I'm fine, just a bit tired is all" you lied, and from the look on his face, he didn't buy it.

"Right come on then" he stated, putting your drink down and grabbing your hand.

"Excuse you sir" you laughed.

"Nope, don't even try it, no friend of mine is going to be looking like the girl who didn't get asked to prom" he smiled, you knew his comment was supposed to cheer you up but he didn't have to hit home like that.

"Thank you?" You questioned as the two of you started dancing.

You couldn't help the glances over to Lauren and Ralph, glances you thought were sneaky…guess you thought wrong"

"You fancy him?"

"What?"

"You do" Horace smiled

"I don't know what you're talking about" you stated, slightly glaring at your friend.

"You find him proper fit yeah?"

"Horace please" you begged

"I'm not gonna tell, everyone has their types" he smiled.

"His is Lauren" you muttered, but he was close enough to catch it.

"So that's what's got you so down" he spoke, making you look at him.

"Don't let one fish ruin the sea for you"

"It isn't just one fish though" you sighed, jumping slightly when Lauren's voice was beside you.

"Why don't we switch partners, make the evening even more fun" she smiled an uneasy smile at you, Ralph behind her looking confused as she took your hands from Horace and replaced them with her own, both of them trying not to grimace at the weird action for them both.

"Oh..um.." you stood, mouth opening and closing as they danced away, you slowly turned and were met with those same eyes that made your entire world melt away just this morning.

"Shall we then?" He asked after a moment.

"Oh..yes…sure" you gave a shy smile, placing one hand on his shoulder and holding his other, your breath catching in your throat when his hand rested on your waist. The two of you slowly swayed to the music, your eyes darting between his gaze and anywhere else, afraid if you stared too long you may get lost in those brown puppy dog eyes. It really should have been illegal for someone to look this beautiful. But a distinct tapping sound brought you out of your thoughts and as you slowly identified the sound you couldn't help the giggle.

"Are you wearing tap shoes?"

"Yes, aren't they wizard!" He smiled excitedly, his eyes twinkling just as they had this morning. And you couldn't stop the smile that reached your lips at the sight.

"Very, if I knew tap shoes were allowed I would have brought some, they make dancing more fun" you laughed, causing him to smile even brighter at you.

"Oh do they, tonight has been the best birthday" he replied, and you nodded, because it really had been a good night.

"I'm glad you had fun Ralphie, happy birthday" you smiled, and watched as his face slowly morphed from excited to shocked, making your smile drop to a confused expression.

"Ralphie?" He questioned, causing your eyes to go wide as you quickly tried to come up with something, how could you do that? How could you slip up and give him a nickname the day you met him?! And not just any nickname, but one that sounds like it would be said by a lover! You wracked your brain for something, completely missing the blush that had spread on his cheeks from the nickname as he replayed it again and again in his head.

'Ralphie…Ralphie' he loved the sound of it, or maybe he loved the sound of you saying it with such affection, his mind playing him small movies, you sitting next to him, his head in your lap as he played his ukulele, you smiling down at him, playing with his hair as he sung…You curled up in his arms as he read you his favorite book, both of you comfortable under his sheets before you would drift off for the night…You atop him…your dress slowly sliding off your shoulder, your head thrown back and mouth open as you repeated that name…his na-

"I'm so sorry, I forgot that some people don't like nicknames, I tend to give them without thinking, I really am sorry" you settled on your excuse, watching as he blinked repeatedly, seemingly coming out of his thoughts.

"That's um" he cleared his throat.

"That's quite alright, you just caught me unaware, I'm not used to being called such…simply Ralph" he replied, finally meeting your eyes again, and you noticed his pupils were a little blown.

"Sorry, I'll just stick to Ralph" you tried to laugh it off but he quickly cut you off"

"I like Ralphie.

Chapter 1 done!! Let me know what you think!

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peterpparkrr · 1 year

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Hurry down the chimney tonight

peterpparkrr’s 12 days of holiday drabbles

6. Christmas party + Roy Kent

Summary: You’re the 2 sober people at the work Christmas party.

“You’re not drinking,” You comment as you wander over to where Roy Kent is leaning against the bar, his standard beer bottle noticeably absent from his hand, instead replaced by a water.

He grunts in response.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant,” You tease.

“You’re not drinking either,” Roy comments as he gestures down at the Ginger Ale in your own hand. “Something you want to tell me?”

You shrug as you smirk back at him.

“My niece tricked me into doing a dry December,” He tells you with a sigh.

“Isn’t it supposed to be dry January?” You ask as your brow furrows.

“Ask Pheobe,” Roy grumbles.

“I’ll have to.”

“You’re not actually pregnant are you?” Roy suddenly asks.

“No,” You reply with a giggle. “I’m babysitting Keely and Rebecca. They just enable each other when they drink together so I'm trying to rein them in.”

“The owner and social media manager of the club being flight risks does not fill me with confidence about the organization,” Roy comment as he sees Rebecca and Keely shouting the words to “Santa Baby” at each other while laughing uncontrollably.

“But a coach who’s in the palm of his eight-year-old niece is normal?” You tease as you raise an eyebrow at him. While he just glares back at you you shake your head. “I’m kidding, I happen to think it’s adorable.”

“Team solicitor’s gotta watch out for liability,” You add. “And if I’m going to get messy I’ll do it when I’m not on the clock.”

“Good to know,” Roy replies.

“You know what?” You say. “I think Ted’s more than capable of making sure Rebecca and Keely get home safe, what do you say we go get a drink not in the same room as our bosses? I’ll even order you a Shirley Temple and pretend it’s for me.”

Roy glances at you but nods. “Sure.”

“Can you get our coats? I’ll say our goodbyes and meet you at the door in 10,” You tell him as you glance around. “Ehh, fifteen since Ted’s had a few.”

Roy nodded again as you set off to say goodnight to your coworkers.

“Finally asked out the lovely lawyer did ya?” An unmistakable southern twang asks as Roy turns around to see Ted grinning at him.

“Ted,” Roy greets him.

“Beard’s gonna owe me five pounds, he didn’t think you’d do it before the holidays. Oh boy! I feel like the cat that’s caught the canary!” Ted hoots.

“You bet a fiver on me asking her out?” Roy asks in disbelief.

“Hey! Don’t bite my head off. We’ve gotta do something to keep up staff morale,” Ted replies. “Will actually bet that she’d be the one to ask you out, feminism and all that,” He adds.

“She was the one who asked me,” Roy replies.

“Oh, rats!”

“I don’t know that it’s a date, we’re just…”

“Two people, who are mutually attracted to each other, going to get a late night drink at a second, more private and romantic location even though neither of them are drinking tonight, right, right,” Ted rambles off.

“Ted,” Roy sighs.

“A lady asking you to get a drink is an invitation on a date,” Ted reiterates.

“Ted! Roy and I are about to head out, can you make sure Rebecca and Keely get home alright?”

“Of course! You two lovebirds have fun!” Ted replies before shooting off to find Coach Beard, leaving you and Roy standing there.

“Wow,” You mutter.

“Ted doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Roy grounds out as he turns to look at you.

“He doesn’t?” You ask in surprise. “Are we not… Isn’t getting a drink…?”

“Is it a date?” Roy asks.

“I was hoping it could be,” You admit with a half shrug of your shoulder. “Unless you’re not interested, then it can just be two friends. Or colleagues-”

“It’s a date,” Roy states as he places a hand on your back to lead you toward the door. “It’s definitely a date.”

#peterpparkrr's holiday drabbles #12 days of holiday drabbles #roy kent #roy kent fanfic #roy kent x reader #roy kent drabble #roy kent reader insert

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20, 51, and 59 for juke <3

Luke and Julie were in the studio minding their own business just making out like two normal teenagers when Alex and Reggie threw open the studio doors.

“Ugh,” Alex groaned and called over his shoulder. “I regret to inform you the straights are at it again.”

“Hey!” He and Julie both protested as Willie came rolling in on his board behind Alex.

“I’m offended,” Julie said sliding off Luke’s lap and handing him one of the pillows next to them without a word. He grinned and casually put it in his lap where she’d been.

“Yeah me too!” he pointed at himself.

Alex rolled his eyes as he sat in the recliner and Willie plopped right down in his lap.

Reggie was already in the other chair grinning like a loon, watching the show.

Alex was distracted by his boyfriend so Willie was the one that asked. “And why are you two offended? You were the ones making out in a public space and I thought we’d decided that was against the rules.”

“Yeah, no,” Luke started, “we definitely owe the rule breaking jar a fiver.”

“We’re offended you called us straight.” Julie nodded at them.

“What?” Alex finally looked up. “You two aren’t straight?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “None of us are straight dude.”

Reggie raised his hand, “I’m straight.”

They all looked at him until he put his hand down.

“Sweetie, we’re not getting into that right now.” Julie reached over and patted Reg on the knee making him blush and jump up. “I thought we had practice today.” He headed over to his bass not making eye contact with anyone.

Everyone ignored Reggie. He’d figure it out when he was ready.

“So you two aren’t straight?” Willie asked.

“When did you figure that out?” Alex leaned forward wrapping his arms around Willie’s waist to hold him steady.

Julie shrugged, “I’ve known I was bi since I was twelve.”

Luke grinned at his girlfriend long enough for Alex to get impatient.

“Luke?”

“Oh, yeah sorry.” He turned back to Alex. “I think everyone is hot so I’ve been thinking I might be pan?” he glanced at Julie again who nodded encouragingly. “At least bi.” He looked back at Alex. “I mean you and I had that thing…”

Alex’s eyes bugged out and he hid his face in Willie’s back who started to howl with laughter, “How have I not heard about THIS!?”

Alex stood up with Willie in his arms and set him down gently on his feet kissing him quickly. “Like Reggie said, we have practice.” He darted off to his kit and started checking his snares for tuning.

Willie plopped back down in the chair. “Well someone is going to tell me that story sometime soon.”

Luke and Julie got up and as Julie headed for her keyboard Luke leaned down and whispered, “I’ll tell you tomorrow if he doesn’t tonight.”

Willie gave him a wink and a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks man.”

Band practice went great for about an hour and then Julie missed her queue to come in on Now or Never and then thirty minutes later she flubbed her piano playing on Edge of Great. When she messed up the words to Wake Up, which they’d modified to make it a whole band piece, Luke knew something was wrong.

“Hey, baby.” He set his guitar down as he looked over at Julie who was looking more tired and sweaty than the rest of them and she’d been sitting the last couple of hours. “Are you ok?”

She sighed and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

They were all frowning at her as Reg reached over and put his hand on her forehead. “Oh no, she’s hot.” He looked over at Luke who was making his way over to her to check himself.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. His mom had always done that saying lips were a better judge of temperature. “Jules you’re burning up.”

“Oh good,” She leaned against him, “Because I feel like shit.”

He chuckled. “Ok, band practice is over.” He scooped Julie up in his arms. “Everyone go drink like a gallon of orange juice.”

“What about you?” Reggie frowned as Luke turned to carry Julie up to the house.

“Dude,” Alex rolled his eyes. “Do you not remember what they were doing when we got here?”

“Oh…” Reggie nodded. “You’re screwed.”

Willie laughed from over on the sofa. “You need any help?” he asked standing up but keeping his distance.

Luke shook his head then paused. “Maybe text Ray and let him know what’s going on.” He glanced down at Julie who had her eyes closed and was leaning against his chest. “I’ll text my mom that I’m staying over here for a couple of days. I can’t afford to get either of them sick right now.”

The guys all nodded solemnly. They all knew his dad had just finished his first round of chemo for throat cancer a couple of weeks ago. Getting either of his parents sick right now would be… bad.

He got Julie up to her room and in her bed as quickly as possible. She was going downhill fast. Her teeth were chattering by the time he got back with some medicine to bring her fever down and a large glass of water.

He held her up, helped her take the pills and drink some of the water.

She looked up at him with glassy eyes as he laid her back down. “You’d marry me if I asked, right?”

“What?” he chuckled as he went to stand and she grabbed his hand tightly, tears filling her eyes.

“You’d marry me,” her voice broke, “if I asked… right?”

He had no idea where this was coming from and this wasn’t the time to ask. The answer was the same no matter the reason anyway.

Luke leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Yes, I’d marry you if you asked.”

She grinned. “I thought so.”

He went to stand again and she held his hand tighter. “Stay?”

He’d already agreed to marry her so what would be the harm in staying.

Still, he got in the bed on her other side but stayed on top of the covers so as not to upset Ray when he got home.

Although by the time Ray got home a couple hours later he was shivering and feverish too. Ray got him some meds and reluctantly agreed he might as well stay with Julie who was sound asleep.

She didn’t remember asking him if he’d marry her once they were well but Luke wrote it down and told her the whole story when they were on their honeymoon five years later.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #chaotic writing prompt #happy juke jeudi!#getting all three of these to work together wasn't as easy as it originally seemed #i'm fairly pleased with myself

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bandana-fox · 1 year

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Let me clarify that post by saying that I absolutely do understand that Vervain was a dirtbag. His sneaky, deceitful side is what I loved about his character because it lead to interesting conflicts. Cowardly he may be but what he lacks, Vervain makes up with his cunning mind.

But after watching the wanderer again, I really do feel for him.

Because in the end, everything Vervain does is because of Woundwort, his own survival or because of being stuck in the shadow of someone else.

His rank went definitely to his head, but that is also something Woundwort is to blame for. Pipkin already realized that this warren runs on fear. Vervain is no different. Power and fear are the main factors in Efrafa.

Looking out for number one is what matters around here. Following the generals orders is what matters. You do not have to worry about punishment as much as others.

What drives Vervain is his need for approval from his chief rabbit.

But the moment Woundwort is believed to be dead, he lets other rabbits be. It makes sense. Efrafa is done. He is just one rabbit, without a warren what can he even do? It’s over now. He doesn’t have to carry on like before.

So he is just trying to survive, escaping from predators that attack him left and right. Something that he didn’t have to worry about in Efrafa. Then, he comes across Aspen.

Of course he joins up with him. When all the other rabbits hate your guts for a reason, Vervain cannot afford to be picky. Acting tough, he tells Aspen that he forgets his place when asked to be friends. Regardless of that, Vervain reluctantly agrees, saying there isn’t much of a choice.

But then the other gets attacked by a predator and of course Vervain runs away while Aspen is screaming out for his help.

Leaving Aspen to die is different from the other times when he left someone. He doesn’t care when Moss points out that a fellow rabbit is dying and says to just leave him. Campion believed to be death twice when he was there wasn’t bothering him, even laughing about it. It makes sense with the one sided rivalry.

Vervain has shown more than once that he has no troubles leaving someone behind if it means he gets to live.

Vervain could have easily went on his way, look out for number one. But this time, he is desperately apologizing.

This is the first time we have seen him like that. An unusual behavior, that’s for sure.

Next, he runs into water, gets himself trapped in a snare, nearly drowning. Calling out for help towards Kehaar.

Captain Broom, Holly, Primrose and Fiver arrive at the scene. Fiver wants to help, but Primrose and Holly are fine with letting Vervain die.

Primrose suffered the most under Vervain. She does not owe him anything, not after everything he put her through. Her refusal to help is entirely valid.

Vervain gets that too. Because he refuses to beg for his life. He says he betrayed everyone, including Woundwort.

Vervain knows what kind of rabbit he was. He accepts that others would gladly let him die without a second thought.

But Captain Broom is on Fiver‘s side because they would be no better than Vervain if they just leave him to die.

Primrose tells him to leave afterwards and never come back. Vervain agrees, but also manages a weak “thank you”. He genuinely was grateful for their help. Kehaar says he better never sees him again. Vervain says he won’t. Hannah tells him that he got a second chance and that maybe he will use it to do something better with it. Vervain agrees.

After hopping for a while, he’s exhausted and just wants to rest. Instead he gets attacked by a weasel but saved by Woundwort.

His response?

“Master. I live to serve you.”

Maybe if Woundwort never appeared, Vervain could have changed for the better. Joining up with Woundwort was nothing more than a survival tactic and out of fear.

All he had done was running, getting attacked left and right. Woundwort is a big, strong rabbit who can take on predators. Efrafa might have fallen, but it’s still unwise to get on Woundwort‘s bad side. Especially since Vervain ditched him before instead of helping.

Woundwort is all he has left at this point. Because Woundwort is the only one who will take in a rabbit like him. Woundwort is the much safer choice than anything else after what he has been through in that episode.

But even then, Vervain always has the shorter end of the stick.

Campion was a traitor. Both times. But never once had Woundwort believed him and it only got worse after the outsider made Vervain make a fool out of himself, resulting in Woundwort to think that Vervain has gone mad.

The thing is, whatever was happening with Campion, the general could have easily stopped it himself. He already pointed out that Campion is going to die at this rate but did nothing when Vervain said he doesn't care about it.

He flat out tells Vervain that Silverweed is more valuable than he is.

And then there is this exchange:

Blackberry: If Granite dies, it’s your fault, Vervain!

Vervain: Everything is my fault anyway. Ask General Woundwort.

Vervain suffered just as much under Woundwort as anybody else in that place. Everything he did was because of Woundwort. Everything he did, he was just following the rules of Efrafa or Darkhaven. Maybe if he had a better leader he could have turned out better.

#watership down

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ariel-seagull-wings · 1 year

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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: FOZZIE BEAR

(Asked by popular vote on the polls)

@thealmightyemprex @amalthea9 @angelixgutz @moonbeamelf @queerfloydpepper @mx-piggy @softlytowardthesun @princesssarisa @silverfoxstole @goodanswerfoxmonster @professorlehnsherr-almashy

Favorite Thing About Them: He started out a bit proudfull, erroneously thinking that to proove to others that he was a good comedian, he "had to work alone". But slowly he evolved into a character who wasn't afrayed of showing vulnerability nor ashamed of asking his friends to help him out, and with their support Fozzie started to make comedy not to proove something to anyone, but out of love for comedy. Somedays will be good, somedays will be bad, the harsh criticisms will hit hard on his self steem, but he always regains confidence to get on the stage again. And Fozzie is so gratefull for the encouragement he receives that he becomes one of the most loyal and kind friends of Kermit and the other Muppets, sharing his shoulder for them to cry and his support when they are feeling down or even in great danger.

Least Favorite Thing About Them: As somebody who prefers to stick with plans, I relate to his mother's frustration when Fozzie appears by surprise in her house and brings all friends along without asking her if she can prepare herself to receive them as guests, making her cancell a travel that she has been waiting for days.

Three Things I Have In Common With Them:

* I deal with self steem problems;

* I can be bumbling and awkward in social interactions;

* I consider comedy the greatest comfort in my life;

Three Things I Don't Have In Common With Them:

* I'm not a bear;

* I'm not working as a stand-up comedian;

* I don't wear a tie;

Favorite Line:

From The Muppet Show

"I went to a resort hotel for a change and a rest. The waiter got the change and the hotel got the rest!"

"Fozzie: Say, a funny thing happened to me on the way to the theater. At the stage door, I passed a bunch of Muppet fans and suddenly, I hear...

Kermit: GOOD GRIEF, THE COMEDIA'S A BEAR!

Fozzie: No he's a-not. He's a wearin' a neck-a-tie!"

"Rowlf: Oh Fozzie, what are you carrying the fish for?

Fozzie: Oh, just for the halibut!"

"Rowlf: Oh Fozzie, what are you carrying the hoop for?

Fozzie: Because Statler and Waldorf are always saying the show is hoop-less!"

"Rowlf: I said can you play hat-less?!

Fozzie: I don't know! Who wrote it?"

"Fozzie: Would you lend me a fiver 'till pay day?

Kermit: Fozzie, you already owe me five!

Fozzie: Oh, please, please! I know it, but I gotta pay my writer: the legendary Gags Beasley.

Kermit: "The legendary Gags" comes pretty cheap, doesn't he?

Fozzie: Well, we worked out a pretty good deal.

Kermit: Oh, you pay him by the line?

Fozzie: No, I pay him for the laugh.

Kermit: Oh, then he owes you money!"

"Fozzie: Hey, did you hear the one about the bed?

Kermit: Uh, no.

Fozzie: That's good 'cause I haven't made it up yet!"

"Scooter: Hello, and what's your name?

Fozzie: Mike Oznowiski.

Scooter: Oh, so you're the telephone pole!"

"Kermit: Fozzie, what is that?!

Fozzie: I'm the Tin Woodsman.

Kermit: There's no Tin Woodsman in Alice in Wonderland!

Fozzie: Alice in Wonderland? I tought we were doing Peter Pan!"

"Fozzie: Kermit, are you feeling okay? You look kinda green.

Kermit: I'm always green!

Fozzie: How do you know when you're sick?"

"Fozzie: Now, I am going to pull a rabbit out of this hat. 1, 2, 3 Presto!

Rabbi: Shalom!

Robin: Fozzie, that's not a rabbit, that's a rabbi!

Fozzie: You was expecting the Pope maybe?"

From The Jim Henson Hour

"Showbiz! The first time you open the script to see the magic, the excitement, the adventure...and how many lines you got."

From The Muppet Movie

"Here I am, Fozzie Bear. To tell you jokes both old and rare."

"Fozzie: Once, there was this sailor who was so bad...

Sailor: How bad was he?

Fozzie: Uh... he was so bad that everybody liked him and there was nothing funny about him at all."

"Kermit: Fozzie, where did you learn to drive?

Fozzie: I took a correspondence course."

"Fozzie: Oh, I'm so nervous. If I'm not funny, I won't be able to live with myself.

Bunsen: Well then, you'll have to get another apartment, won't you?"

"They don't look like Presbyterians to me."

"Kermit: Fozzie.

Fozzie: Yes.

Kermit: Uh, bear left.

Fozzie: What?

Kermit: Bear left!

Fozzie: Right, frog.

Kermit: What?"

From The Great Muppet Caper

"Kermit: Great Britain! We're actually in Great Britain!

Fozzie: Oh no! We'll never get to England now!"

"Fozzie: Kermit, are bears allowed in these fountains?

Kermit: What?

Fozzie: Are bears allowed in these fountains?

Kermit: No, I don't think so.

Fozzie: I need a bath."

"Boy, a classy place like this you'd think they'd have pretzels on the table."

"Ya' know, if you put enough sugar in this stuff it tastes just like ginger ale!"

From The Muppets Take Manhattan

"Scooter: Listen, all I'm saying is that maybe it's time we all went out on our own.

Fozzie: You mean 'out on our own' alone? Without even each other even?"

From Muppet Treasure Island

"Bunsen: How unfortuitous our firearms weren't loaded.

Fozzie: I'll say. We might have shot somebody."

From Muppets from Space

"Kermit: We have to save Gonzo from a whole army of Goverment agents.

Fozzie: I have a joke book."

From The Muppets at the Walt Disney World

"Kermit, you don't understand. You are asking us to choose between Walt Disney World and fried bugs!"

From Muppets Online

"Why did the chicken cross the web? To get to the other site!"

"Last night, I was on the computer so late that today, I had to take an-pp."

From The Muppets Haunted Mansion

"Fozzie: Hiya hiya hiya. Boy, you're an scary audience. Usually I'm worried about dying up here, but it looks like you beat me to it!

Statler and Waldorf: Boo! Boo!

Fozzie: Oh no, not you guys. Don't you have anything better to do than boo me?

Waldorf: We're ghosts!

Statler: Yeah, booing comes with the territory!"

brOTP: Kermit the Frog, Robin the Frog, Rowlf the Dog, Miss Piggy, Link Hogthrob, Gonzo the Great, Animal, Scooter, Skeeter, Bunsen Honeydew, Beaker, Janice, Sweetums, Sam the Eagle, Rizzo the Rat, Yolanda the Rat, Pepe the King Prawn, Bean Bunny, Clifford, Bobo the Bear, Statler, Waldorf.

OTP: Link Hogthrob, Kermit the Frog, Rowlf the Dog, Gonzo the Great, Scooter, Skeeter, Beth Bear, Dora Bear, Becky.

nOTP: Miss Piggy, Animal, Statler, Waldorf.

Random Headcanon: Fozzie once tried to get a job in a circus, but gaved up because the owner insisted in making him a Wild Bear to be Tamed instead of giving him the job of clown he actually wanted.

Unpopular Opinion: It's time for a Muppet movie or special to have Fozzie experiencing a personal conflict as the main plot focus. We have a sitcom, several movies and specials focusing on Kermit and Miss Piggy, and several movies and specials focusing on Gonzo by now. Fozzie is Kermit's best friend and the emotional hearth of the group, who is capable of much pathos just as he is capable of providing comic relief. I believe he has the right to be the main lead in a project just like his friends have been.

Song I Associate With Them:

Movin' Right Along

youtube

Oklahoma

youtube

Close to You

youtube

Knees Up Mother Brown

youtube

Wotcher Knocked 'Em In the Old Kent Road

youtube

An Actor's Life For Me

youtube

You're Special to Me

youtube

Best Friends

youtube

Favorite Picture of Them:

Solo Posing

With his Mother

With his best friend, Kermit the Frog

As a baby in The Muppets Take Manhattan

As a baby in the 1984 cartoon series Muppet Babies

#tumblr mutuals #fandom musings #fictional character ask #character ask meme #the muppets #muppets #the muppet show #fozzie bear #frank oz #Youtube

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Friendly reminder hanseok does not care about hanseo in a brother way. Or love him. Like. At all.

At most he cares about hanseo in a “I spent so long moulding you into my puppet it would be a waste to have to kill you. You’re also one of the only people I know will immediately listen to what I ask with no hesitation while others I have to threaten or condition it’s just easier.” (before he went to prison you could add a “I also don’t want to go to jail so I need you alive and at my side so I can use you as a scrape-goat to go in for me.”)

Oh and that if you use the scenes of hanseok’s eyes being “watery” while he was about to shoot hanseo or the times they had fun together (I’ll talk about the fun thing another time separately cos ppl rlly don’t understand abuse dynamics 😭) as a way to like say hanseok cared for hanseo, you owe me a fiver. thanks 💕

#for legal reasons this is a joke #but a part of my soul dies whenever I see ppl bring up hanseok ‘tearing up’#or the times they had fun together like the football game scene #that was cut #tvn vincenzo #jang hanseo #jang brothers #jang hanseok #sorry i am the number one hanseok hater #i think we’ve established this though #mypost

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questioned-quetzalcoatl · 2 years

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30 Days of OTP: Day 3, Gaming/Watching a Movie

Rating: K

Verse: Canon

AN: Turns out James is an absolute beast at Mario Kart, Kainga is not impressed however.

In all honesty, Kainga just wanted to spend the day watching a movie with him. This morning however, he noticed James was practically vibrating with excitement.

Getting dragged down the stairs at around 9am was not his ideal version of fun. The Tongan was too exhausted to react to anything, let alone the almost blasting theme music that rang out from the living room. An irritated grumble of 'For the love of God turn that thing down James' before his eyes can even adjust to the screen or his surroundings. He's sitting on the couch in front of the TV as a remote controller is placed in his lap and the smell of a Flat White appears next to him. Dozily rubbing his eyes as he finally starts to wake up. James always makes his coffee too strong, from the country that took part in inventing the Flat White he was rather shit at making the damn thing.

Kainga looked up at James confused, mostly tired but confused nonetheless.

"What-"

"Y'know how I said I was coming to bed late last night because I was busy?"

"Vaguely, yes."

"Well I wanted to surprise yer this morning! So, I set up a new Xbox!"

Kainga was now fully awake, sat staring at the screen with the Mario Kart startup page flashed before him. He was shocked at it, first off, where on earth he'd got it from and how he managed to sneak and entire Xbox behind Kainga's back without him having the foggiest clue about it. And second of all how he'd managed to set it up without throwing a complete fit at the jungle of tangled wires behind the TV. James never ceased to amaze him in many ways. The fact the TV was still functioning after James had dabbled with it was even more surprising.

"Wow, you managed to set up an Xbox and not set the entire house on fire? I'm impressed, if I dare say."

Kainga raised an eyebrow at James, only to be met with a giddy expression from the other and the slight bounces of excitement his made while practically jumping for joy. Making Kainga laugh sweetly and clutch the controller, bringing it onto his lap.

It's a few rounds of the game before things go south. Kainga was hit with the realization that James was amazingly skilled at the game, despite having not played it before to his knowledge. It wasn't like his character was good or anything, he mained Bowser for gods sake. No matter how many banana peels or turtle shells Kainga threw at him as Princess Peach, the Kiwi was unstoppable.

"YEUH! I WIN AGAIN PRINCESS!" James crowed as he punched the air in victory. "Pay up, hot stuff!~" he teased with his hand out stretched. Facing away from the TV he was stood awfully close too.

Kainga feeling the sudden urge to throw his third Flat White coffee right in James's cocky face as he hogs the couch. Perhaps placing bets in his fit of rage from not winning a single game wasn't the best of ideas. He grimaced reluctantly and handed James a five dollar bill, making James's smirk only grow wider. The bet was simple, three out of five matches and the loser would have to pay up a fiver. He didn't account for James winning every single one.

"This is ridiculous, I'm convinced you've rigged this in your favor."

"Oh Kai, how dare yer think so little of me!~"

"I know you all too well, I'm not that far fetched am I?" Kainga squinted at him suspiciously and James only grinned at him way too innocently.

James went to sit down on the couch where Kainga's legs were laid. "Maybe you just suck complete ass at Mario Kart, that's not that far fetched either-"

Kainga grumbled something offensive under his breath and refused to move his legs, only for James to forcibly move them further up the couch. Too bad Kainga was having none of that, lifting his leg up to stick his foot in James's face. Giving him a light kick of annoyance before sticking his tongue out at the other like a bratty child.

"Shut your mouth, I'm not giving up until I win at least one round. Then you owe me big time. 20 bucks."

"Wait that wasn't the deal!"

"I'm breaking the deal asshole, I'm winning this."

James's head was so big at this point that Kainga was convinced he wouldn't be able to fit through the door by the time they're done. The round begins and the stakes have never been so high. James lapping the shit up like a dog as he plays, getting way too into it. Kainga however was determined to get that smoldering gaze and stupid grin off his face, no matter what.

They got to lap 2 out of 3 before Kainga kicks in his master plan. He sat up, keeping his eyes glued to the screen as Princess Peach was mere seconds behind Bowser, he knows he needs a distraction of some kind to throw him off. They turned the corner near the finish at 'Royal Raceway', Kainga suddenly grabbed James's shirt and pulled the Kiwi next to him in a fairly angrily determined kiss. Catching James completely off guard.

With James pre-occupied with his lips almost instantly, Bowser is sent spinning and crashing into the side of the track leaving Princess Peach enough time to zoom past him and make it to the finish line in first place. James only realizing what happened after Kainga had released his lips from his, it had completely shifted his focus. Noticing the rest of the racers finishing, landing Bowser in 8th place. Princess Peach at the top of the leaderboard when the results flashed up on the screen. James stared dumbfounded at it, Kainga smirking at him from his shoulder like the cheeky little shit he can be.

"WHY YOU LITTLE-"

Kainga just erupted into side splitting laughter, rolling back onto the couch as steam arises from the Kiwi next to him. James was sat there, angrily flustered and embarrassed at his loss. He can hear his teeth grinding, James steaming and whistling like a overheating kettle.

"SUCK ON THAT KIWI! I WON!!! HAHA!"

James slammed a green 20 dollar bill down on the coffee table as Kainga just laughed more, taking it like claiming a prize of sorts. Teasingly resting his head on the other's shoulder and staring up at him with a proud sparkle in his eyes. One of victory when he watched James's head deflate immensely along with his once skyrocketing ego. Said ego crashed and burned over a simple kiss and a round of Mario Kart. Kainga soon gives him another one, a small pec on the cheek that practically sizzles with how hot James's face is.

"Yer can be a real dick sometimes yer know that right-"

"From the look on your face, the only dick here is the one that's caught in your zipper, James."

#30 days of zeaonga #hetalia #aph new zealand #aph tonga #zeaonga #hws new zealand #aph #hetalia oc #hws tonga #ao3 fanfic #30 day otp challenge

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jeeperso · 1 year

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D&D Quotes Without Context

The Revenge of CHAOTICA!, Episode 6

character with darkvision: ”Seriously how do you people cope?" Janus: “I get by.” Fiver: “I'm terrified of the dark enough already, being able to actually see the stuff there would only make it worse.” Jonni: “I just keep lighting fires until I can see.” Gorbash: turns on sunblade turns off sunblade turns on sunblade “I get by.” Marshall: “Things in the night know I bump back.” Edmund: Trying to read in bed. “Hrng…" reaches over to get his holy symbol “Ioun. Light my darkest hour.” DING “Much better.” Resumes reading Fiver: “That is a gross misuse of divine magic.” Jonni: “That’s what makes it awesome.” Fiver: casts light on the wall next to Katt “HEY KATT THAT THING IS BACK. GO GET IT.” Robbins: “Do-you-want-holes-in-our-ship? That’s-how-we-get-holes-in-our-ship.” Fiver: “It’s fine, Katt needs enrichment. Otherwise she gets all mopey.” OOC: But Fiver was trained Sith style, master and apprentice. Just less stupid. OOC: Fiver never went to Strixhaven OOC2: He does have a diploma from a place called Strixhaven for use in scams. Janus: “....This looks like it was written on construction paper.” Fiver: “HEY. Robbins worked really REALLY hard on that.” Janus: “Seriously how are you not on some kind of list?” Fiver: “You think Fiver is my real name?” Robbins: “You-try-calligraphy-when-you-have-to-wrestle-with-large-pens.” Having repelled the forces of OWLWORLD, rescued Prince FLAPJACK, and liberated the EYE OF LUMBERA, our heroes return to town for a much deserved rest. There, they are greeted by NOSECANDY THE WHITE, who has need of their help. WHOSOEVER PULLS THE AXE FREE IS THE SCION OF HAMMERPAW! "OW! Katt! Inside voice please.” “Whats-a-scion?" "It means Katt is queen.” "Oh. Do-I-need-to-call-her-majeSISty-now?” “No." "Right, she's still Katt after all. Plus I'm pretty sure the proper title is "Her Meowjesty.” …but Fiver, you get approached by a group of Haregon in robes. “Child of the roots. You have been busy it seems. How do you count your enemies?” You know this to be a challenge greeting in the priesthood of El Ariyah, who care not for how many enemies you’ve slain, but that you have survived, or outlived. "Do you count the grains of sand on the beach beneath your feet? Do you count the number of carrots you have eaten in your life?” Fiver extends a hand to shake. The leader of the three clasps your wrist, and you’re positive you have one less ring when he’s finished. Fiver nods, "You're of my order alright. What brings you here?” “In that case, we would like to offer you your symbol of office,” they say, holding out a necklace of beads. Fiver's eyes go wide. "Thank you, I'm honored.” He bows his head to accept it. “Here’s the instructions” the younger one behind them says, passing you a scroll. Fiver takes it and reads through "Uh huh, seems pretty standard EULA, disclaimer, cleaning directions, this part is in goblinoid…." “Very well then… let’s beat feet guys!” The leader yells before they all take off. GM OOC: Fiver now owes the church a five gold per month user fee. The first one pulls it straight out of the table. “WOOOOOOOO! I’M THE NEW DUKE OF LUMBERA!” Robbins ties the new “duke’s" shoes together. Moonpaw will wait till Katt's asleep, then have a sniff of the crown. GM: Smells like a dorky crown thing and ozone. And there’s and eye looking at you. Fiver: “Don't worry Thunderchild. Space Rome wasn't built in a day. It was destroyed in one though. Chaotica was hungry one day.” "And now you know why I have Robbin’s power of attorney.” "Please tell me you named your ship Silver Hawk?” “Why how did you know?” "I was thinking more 'Palladium Falcon’." “Oh, that is good too.” "Doesn't get much more real than a 1k+ year old Warforged pansexual.” Thunderchild: “It's like those people that assume just because you've replaced a few bits you're going to go crazy or lose your humanity. That only happens when you're getting parts from unethical corporations.” Fiver: ”Yeah, and that stuff isn't even unique to cybernetics. I'll tell you about my run ins with the Monsanto druids one day. It’s a Hell of a story.” "Thank you for casting Silence on yourself.” GM: You actually don’t need to roll. The path is, if anything, very, very quiet. OOC: But is is vewy, vewy quiet? "I know this story, if we go in and there are portraits on the wall that have angry, hate filled faces in them, then we run.” “What-if-there-are-portraits-of-clown-faces?" Thunderchild: “If we knock I suggest we use the wall.” Shortie Squad ho. OOC: "Rumble, eject." No response. "Rumble, eject." "Nope, I'm liking the leg room in here for once.” Fiver stumbles back in fear, "It cant be, it was....ACTUAL CANNINBAL SHIA LEBOUFF!” Amber: "Is that ruminating powder? And it is an owlbear, high on ruminating powder! Run!” Fiver coughs up blood as he rises from the ground. "The cocaine has given it access to the elemental plane of punches!” “No-more-truck-beams!" A large neon sign appears above the bear with an arrow reading "hit here stupid”. "Dear lord, it’s more cocaine than bird now!” "WHERE DID IT GET THE GUN?” Moonpaw tries to end this with another Four-Limbs-of-Stabbing Technique. It hoots at you, covering you in saliva and contact high. “OH FRITH, I CAN SEE COLORS.” "I DON'T HAVE NEUTRALIZE POISON. ALSO ASMODEUS IS HERE AND HE'S TRYING TO PULL MY HEART OUR THROUGH MY KNEES.” "And owlbears already have the constitution of vending machines!” “Requiescet in pace, Pablowl Escobear.” [sic] Thunderchild: “Fucking Ruminating Powder, Like number three on my list of worst drugs ever.” OOC: Thunderchild's top three worst fantasy narcotics: 3) Ruminating powder 2) The Crystals of Methanfetamean 1) Warpstone which is like the previous two combine but also radioactive. OOC: Huh. I wonder if I can see colors. I mean. I think I can... but how do I know what Red REALLY looks like… OOC2: Considering that magenta is a trick of our eyes misfiring......who knows? OOC: I LIVE IN A WORLD OF LIES! Moonpaw: "I don't need to outrun the owlbear. I just need to outrun you.” Amber: "Just for that no tuna for the next 3 days.” OOC: Question. If we died by its eyebeams, would we be isekaid? OOC2: Superhero campaign? OOC: ”I was killed by Cocain Owlbear and woke up in Steam Punk.” OOC: After we beat Chaotica and she is on the floor writhing in pain. "I won't go out like this, not without taking you with me!" Pulls out a huge bag of ruminating powder and downs it all at once. GM OOC: Why do you think she’s a white dragon? Fiver: “Jokes on you, I switched that with angel dust....Wait that would be worse.” Robbins: “The-angel-dust-I-swapped-with-bolivian-marching-powder?” Thunderchild: “It's not better.” OOC: Jonnim Genie Smack. Not even once. OOC2: There is a reason this is a list of WORST fantasy narcotics.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #Revenge of CHAOTICA!#cocaine bear

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malbororojo · 2 years

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——- Part Two -—— 𝐀 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝:

I entered the small establishment and slammed my fist on the counter. Whiskey. A double please. Neat. The waiter eyed me suspiciously, “Have I seen you around here before?”

“Nope. Definitely not. Just passing through.”

“It’s just that you look familiar.” he persists.

“You must have me mixed up with someone else. Because I’m not from around here.” this time my tone was stern.

I hand him over a rumpled fiver and some loose change. He picked up the coins counting them one by the one. I focused on the tv, I wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. Giving all my attention to football. He must’ve taken a hint because he dropped the questions.

A hand was on my shoulder, squeezing it tightly. A voice that I was so familiar with, but it couldn’t be. 𝙉𝙤. “Did you miss me?” I turn around and I’m greeted by a man, in an expensive suit. His gaze cold. Expressions unreadable. “You look like you’d just seen a ghost, cheer up Lukas.” He pulled out the stool and sat down next to me. “I’ll have whatever he’s having. Put it on my tab.” His eyes never leaving mine. He continues to size me up, then leans over to whisper in my ear:

“Listen to me carefully, don’t make a scene. Jonas, is como se dice.. muerto. Because he can’t seem to follow orders.”

My heart was thumping. Loudly. I already knew what he was gonna say before the words left his mouth, if he was here, that meant Jonas was dead.

“You both betrayed me and I don’t take betrayal lightly. I expected it from you. Not him. There will be repercussions.”

Just as thought I’d left this life behind, here it was staring at me in my face. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩. Jonas was the only real family I had left, I always considered him a brother even though we weren’t related by blood. We were meant to get out of this together.

“You owe me and I’m here to collect. You will me pay me back one way or the other. I told you wherever you’d go, I’d find you.” he reassures me.

“I don’t have that kind of money right now. You know that.”

“Yeah but there’s something you can do for me. I have a job for you, consider this your last one. After that you won’t owe me a cent. Think of it has repayment.”

I let out a laugh to let him know how unserious I was, I might’ve been working for this man for seven years, but Carlo Giovanni didn’t intimidate me one bit. Power doesn’t intimidate me.

“Thats bullshit, I’m not interested in playing your fucking games. Why dont you just kill me now and get it over it? You and I both know you’re going to eventually.”

This was some kind of entrapment.

There’s no end.

I knew it better than anyone else.

“Because you’re much more useful to me alive than you are dead.”

The bar tender must’ve noticed things were starting to heat up. The glass in my hand shattered attracting attention from a few onlookers. “Is there a problem guys?” Pointing to the sign behind him incase we missed it.

“Nah just catching up with an old buddy of mine. All good.” He gets up without touching his drink, settles the bill and pats me on the back.

“We’ll be in touch. Make sure you tend to that, you’re gonna be needing that hand boy.” He slides the glass over to me, with that he’s gone.

He found me.

My life is a living hell that I can’t escape from.

All those years, those sacrifices.

People I’ve hurt. Bodies I’ve buried. They all pile up. Fuck it was happening again all over. I chugged the drink in one go, swallowing the bitter taste and left the bar.

I dropped the set of keys whilst trying to open the door. It was already dark out, I shone the flashlight on the ground to look for it. I doubt there’s a first aid box in this shit hole of a motel room. I managed to find some old bandages in the first aid box, I sat on the bed and picked out the shards of glass and cleaned up the wound with some rubbing alcohol. I wrapped my hand up. I’ve been here many times before, this is nothing new. I picked up my pistol, running my finger along the edged surface, the difference in weight noticeable, upon loading it.

…I knew exactly what I had to do. It was just a matter of 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏. For now though. I needed to be smart. I needed to 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, if I have a chance of beating this son of a bitch at his own game.

I want my life back and I’m willing to go to any lengths to get it.

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freddiefiction · 2 years

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Jimercury Advent Calendar (Day 20)

Figgy Pudding 🍮

Freddie was certain that this was the proudest achievement of his life.

Forget Bohemian Rhapsody. This was his jewel in the crown, his magnum opus, his pièce de resistance. To someone of lesser intelligence, it might have just looked like a misshapen, slightly overcooked Christmas pudding – but no, it was so much more than that. This was living proof that he wasn’t completely useless in the kitchen, as Joe fucking Fanelli had absurdly implied. This is what he would be remembered by. Not his music or his stage theatrics, but this single festive dessert; dried fruits baked into a sweet spongey bread and topped with brandy sauce. A delicacy. It was poetry in cake.

He was a mess, flour and sugar adoring his apron, brown batter smeared across his face like war paint. But it was all worth it.

He couldn’t wait to show Jim. He couldn’t wait to see the look of utter surprise on the Irishman’s face when he saw this remarkable creation. Jim would surely be so taken back by his husband’s accomplishment, he would sweep him off his feet right then and there and take him upstairs to bed to make sweet and passionate love. The very thought made Freddie weak in the knees.

After ensuring that the pudding was perfectly centred in the middle of the counter, Freddie brushed his hands against his apron and rushed off to find Jim, failing to notice several pairs of eyes glinting from beneath the kitchen table.

‘Something smells good.’ Jim chuckled, treading carefully as Freddie guided him towards the kitchen, covering his eyes with both hands. ‘And I didn’t hear the smoke alarm go off once. Joe owes me a fiver.’

‘Forget that Negative Nelly.’ Freddie said as they neared the kitchen door. ‘I haven’t tasted it yet, but I can assure you, this will be the most delicious figgy pudding you’ve ever eaten in your life.’ He reached around his husband to push down the door handle, before throwing his hands away from Jim’s eyes. ‘Behold!’

The moment the word left his mouth, Freddie caught sight of the counter and felt all the blood drain out of his face. What had once been the beautiful Christmas pudding he had put all his blood, sweat and tears into for the last six hours was now little more than a pile of crumbs; and five hungry cats were chomping away on the remains, munching through the fruit filling, and licking brandy sauce from their whiskers. There was a long, agonising silence, before Freddie let out a noise that sounded like a wounded animal.

‘My cake!’ he cried, his outburst causing the cats to scatter. ‘My perfect, precious cake – ruined!’

He immediately rounded upon the five offenders, who were now congregated on the kitchen floor, wondering what the fuss was about. ‘You are all very bad cats! Daddy worked very hard on that pudding, and you had no business eating it for yourselves!’

Miko purred loudly at him, her nose and mouth covered in white brandy sauce.

‘Don’t you make that face at me, young lady!’ Freddie thundered. ‘I have half a mind to smack your bottom for being such a naughty girl!’

The tortoiseshell stopped purring immediately and she let out a distressed meow, running to hide behind Jim, her sticky face nuzzling his leg as if asking him to protect her.

‘Now, now, love.’ Said Jim, as he bent down to scoop his favourite daughter into his arms. ‘It’s not their fault that your pudding was so delicious. They couldn’t resist, poor things.’ He pressed a gentle kiss on Miko’s head. ‘Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t let Papa smack your bottom.’

Miko mewed happily, snuggling into Jim’s chest.

‘If any of them are sick, you’re going to be the one cleaning it up.’ Freddie grumbled, grabbing a tea towel, and attempting to wipe the mess off Delilah’s face. ‘Well, I hope you’re all satisfied, darlings; you’ve ruined Christmas!’

The cats seemed completely unfazed by this statement. Goliath licked the rest of the crumbs off his paws. Romeo was grooming Lily, trying to get every last spot of sauce out of her fur. Delilah made a noise that sounded strikingly similar to a belch. Miko yawned, ready for a nap now that she had a full belly.

Jim glanced at the counter and spied a small lump of cake that had been seemingly untouched by their wayward felines; he quickly grabbed it with his free hand and, after inspecting it for any stray cat hairs, popped it into his mouth. His brows immediately raised to his hairline.

‘Wow. This is fucking incredible.’

Freddie stopped scowling long enough to look over at his husband, who was sucking the sugar off his fingers thoughtfully. ‘You really think so?’

‘You were right, this is delicious. I dare say it’s better than my mum used to make – though don’t go telling her I said that.’ Jim gently set Miko onto the floor and went to wind his arms around Freddie’s slender waist, pulling him close. ‘Did you really make that all by yourself?’

‘Well, Phoebe helped me a bit with the oven.’ Freddie replied, recalling how frustrating it had been twisting all those knobs, trying to figure out which one turned the damn thing on. ‘But the rest was all me. I was so looking forward to presenting it after dinner tomorrow. Joe is never going to let me live this down.’

‘Joe doesn’t have to find out. We’ll make another one.’

‘What?’ Freddie stared up at Jim as if he’d lost his mind. ‘Darling, it’s almost nine o’clock. The cake needs to be boiled for six hours!’

‘Then we better get a move on!’ Jim chimed, pecking Freddie on the nose. ‘Right, I’ll get the children out of the way while you gather all the ingredients together. This is my first-time making pudding, so go easy on me.’

Freddie felt his heart do a flip as he watched Jim shepherd the cats out of the kitchen, his devastation almost immediately replaced with a new sense of hope. He rushed to the counter to begin cleaning up the mess, a grin spreading across his face at the thought of pulling an all-nighter to bake with his wonderful man.

Perhaps Christmas wasn’t ruined after all.

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Rent P3

TV SHOW: PISTOL COUPLE: MALCOLM X READER RATING: SMUT AF

"Maybe I'd suck better with a better incentive"

"Incentive?" He growled "do you want master to give you a spanking again?" He smirked "you have enough of an incentive babydoll and of you don't maybe I should take some even ditier pictures and put those up too"

"You wouldn't" I giggled

"Wouldn't I?"

"Nope"

"Fine." He growled "you won't do it. I'll kick you out of this house, steal those dirty little panties off you before you go, and get every one of those pictures printed and hung up in the shop, and I'll have some extras done and post them though every single letter box in London so everyone knows what a little slut you are." He growled "and as you'll still owe me babydoll, before I kick you out I'll tie you to this very bed, open the door and charge a fiver a go for other guys to duck that little pussy and I won't still till I'm in profit" he smirked "so? Are you master's babydoll? Or London's new whore?"

"Master's"

"Master's what?"

"Master's babydoll" I giggled laying down and opening my legs wide "master's pretty babydoll, master's little fucktoy, kind sweet master takes care of his babydoll and punishes her when she's too naughty"

"Good girl" he smirked pulling the little vibe out my panties and ripping them off me completely as he kissed down my neck leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere he physically could "fuck you sound so hot when you talk like that" he groans getting the rops still around me and working on tieing me more so I had even less movement I giggled noticing as he did this that I could reach my clit so I began gently rubbing on it trying to keep my breaths steady and not give away what I was doing but as I rubbed harder and harder I moaned uncontrollably

"Master"

"Yes? Oohh" he smirked as he looked up and noticed what I was doing to myself "inpatient little babydoll. No touching. That's master's plaything" he ordered moving my hand away as much he could give I was tied up already "is it desperate?"

"Yes master"

"I thought it had enough attention already by the sofa"

"Not enough master"

"Not enough? I know enough" he smirked getting something from the box and instantly I squirmed at the sight of it in his hand they were typically sold as foot massages and back massagers but it got nicknamed a magic wand

"No no please" I begged

"What's wrong I thought it was desperate?"

"Not that desperate"

"Well I wanna watch you ride on it" he smirked setting it in the right place directly on my clit then using the rope to tie it around my leg so I had no escape from it and he turned it on

"Uuuuhhhhh! Uuuuhhhhh! Malcolm no please!" I screamed

"Ummmm you always get so loud on that thing. Maybe I should leave you tried on it forever" he smirked continuing to tie me up in various ways to prevent my movements or my escape all I could do was gently move my leg and even that just made it rub against me as it vibrates he smirked as he finished up and gently kissed me "come on babydoll, masters not gonna fuck your desperate pussy till you cum again" he growled turning the toy even higher

"Ahhhhh!! Uuuuhhhhh uuuuhhhhh! No Malcolm please!" I screamed, "it's too much!"

"Liar, I've had you tried to this for much much longer babydoll" he smirked

"Malcolm Please!" I screamed "Master!" I squealed as I hit another orgasm

"You are such fun to watch cum" He smirked turning the wand even higher

"Malcolm! Master Please" I screamed at the top of my lungs and before I could do anything else to try and fidget away from the pleasure and within seconds he slipped inside me his hands either side of my waist

"Fuck your wet babydoll. You always feel so good after we've been playing together." He smirked biting on my neck as he moved at first slow and tenderly but slowly getting faster and faster I rolled my head against the pillow staring at the ceiling feeling the fast hard movement, his aggressive movements sending waves of pleasure through me "you've been such a bad bad girl, such a naughty naughty girl" He growled "maybe if you paid your rent master wouldn't have to torcher you"

"You'd rather I didn't ever pay my rent"

"That's true" he smirked "Then I can do this every time you miss the rent" he smirked "Or maybe I should just come up and fuck my little babydoll whenever I want"

"Master!" I squealed as he got faster, harder and more aggressive

"Fuck! Babydoll! You feel so fucking good, maybe I'll tie my babydoll to her bed and leave that magic on till I next get time to come up here and fuck your pretty pussy"

"Malcolm turn it off please!"

"Why? Is it too strong for my little babydoll? Well if she paid her rent maybe I wouldn't go so hard on her? Or maybe if she wasn't such a little brat I'd go easy on her" He smirked getting even faster "Uhhh fuck! Come on babydoll" He smirked turning it up even higher pushing himself harder and harder getting rough and merciless leaving me as nothing but a screaming mess until I squealed at the top of my lungs hitting another -

When I woke up my whole body was hot, it ached, I felt so strange but I knew why I laid on my bed my toys packed away tucked in a little with my blanket, I sat up noticing the empty apartment, I could feel that he clearly finished up before he left. And I saw a note on my bedside table

'Rent Is All Paid Up, See you next month Babydoll X'

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The Daft and Dashing

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Male! Reader

Pronouns: He/Him

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: “can I request a ron weasley x male reader where ron just discovered his feelings for the reader and he kinda freaks out because its the first time that he feels attracted to a boy and he is just so cute and kind to the reader and everyone its like ??? because ron its treating the reader like that and just they end together and super fluff?”

Summary: Ron is a bit daft but he eventually realizes what he feels.

Warnings: A bit of swearing (as usual), fluff, slightly sassy Luna.

A/N: Sorry for the wait anon! Hope I captured the prompt well enough!

Ron had a very unusual life. He lived in the middle of nowhere in a house that could fall apart at any moment, he had as many siblings as a small class, and his best friend was Harry-fucking-Potter for merlin’s sake! He had come to a point in his life where nothing was really surprising to him no matter what circumstance he found himself to be in. That was until (Y/n) came into his life.

(Y/n) had transferred from Ilvermorny half way into the year. No one wanted to befriend the new kid, especially the new kid sorted into slytherin. After the things (Y/n) had heard about his house, he couldn't blame them. The sad thing is, if anyone would've taken the time to watch the boy they'd see he really wasn't much harm if any. He loved to stay after and help professor Sprout out with the green house. He’d sneak from his dorm late at night to prepare meals for the next day with the house elves. And although up to that point no one had noticed him, that one night someone had.

(Y/n) had bid his favorite house elves goodbye, eating the vanilla cupcake they had given him. His heart dropped at the sound of a jingling collar and the swearing of Filch’s gravely voice. He had always been careful, making sure to keep track of time to avoid this situation but it seemed that Filch was patrolling earlier than usual.

“Oi! Weasley, get back here! I’ll get ya just you bloody wait!” He heard as a mess of red hair rounded the corner.(Y/n) hid behind a pillar debating whether or not to help the boy. He grabbed Ron’s wrist, pulling the larger boy with all his strength. He began to run, moving a tile on the floor as he jumped through it, dragging Ron as well.

“What are you doing? Who the hell are you?!” The ginger boy said loudly, looking at the smaller boy as he muttered ‘lumos’. Even with the light illuminating from the unknown male’s wand, he could barely make out his features.

“Shh!!I’m the guy who’s saving your ass. Keep moving, quickly now!” (Y/n) said. He was very thankful for all the free time he had to himself due to his lack of social life. While everyone else had a blast at Hogsmeade, he simply explored the castle finding new ways around that would even put Fred and George’s passage ways to shame. (Y/n) and Ron went through many twists and turns, ducking under cobwebs and avoiding critters. They finally reached a wall. The shorter boy hit the wall three times, a passageway opening up and a ladder falling down in which the Gryffindor common room could be seen. “Here’s your stop.” He said. Ron stood there, inspecting the boy before looking down at their hands. He quickly pulled his back as they had at some point began to hold hands.

“Thank you… I’m sorry, what was your name? I don’t think I caught it.” Ron said, looking down the hole he had come up from. His eyes widened slightly at the Slytherin emblem embedded on the boy’s sweater vest.

“I didn’t throw it. See you around.” He said. He smiled slightly and winked before hitting the wall 3 times again as the hole that was once there vanished right before Ron’s eyes.

To say Ron wasn’t amazed with the boy after that would be an utter lie. He recalled how he didn’t sleep any that night, thinking of the mysterious Slytherin boy he had seen. It gave him a feeling in his chest that felt familiar and when he saw the boy that following day in potions, he knew he had to know him. And now, months later he was glad he did.

“I think you’re in love.” Luna said, knocking the boy out of his daze.

“Yeah? And how the bloody hell would you know?” Ron said, getting defensive over the subject. Luna wasn’t phased by the boy’s demeanor however.

“Well, the real question is, how the bloody hell wouldn’t you know?” She said in a calm state, continuing to weave together the flower crown she was making. Despite how Ron and his two best friends thought the girl was an absolute loon, he knew she was very intuitive especially when it came to emotions. He knew Hermione would just tease him and rush him and that Harry couldn’t keep his trap shut. So, he came to the only other person he knew could help. “Okay, let’s try something. Close your eyes.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll see, just close them.” she looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to do so. As he did, she started to speak again. “Okay, now picture this: you’re hanging out with (Y/n). You’re having a blast, studying together in the astronomy tower. All of a sudden, someone approaches him. They hold him, kiss him deeply, hold his hand. How would that make you feel?” Ron’s brow furrowed as he listened to the situation. He clenched his fist slightly, visibly getting more angry. Luna gave him a knowing look even though the boy couldn’t see her.

“I’d bloody kill them! No one should be doing that to him, no one but me that is.” His eyes snapped open, widening at the realization. “Bloody hell. No way...I like him. I fucking like him!” He said in shock, Luna shaking her head in agreement. He stood up quickly. “I gotta go! Thank you Looney- I er- mean Luna!” He said as he ran back to the castle. The girl rolled her eyes when he was out of sight, sighing softly as she placed the freshly done flower crown on her head.

Ron continued to sprint, not stopping until he reached the gryffindor common room where he found his friends. They were all deep in conversation, looking up when they saw him coming. Hermione moved over, making room for the boy to sit in his usual spot which was next to (Y/n). (Y/n) smiled up at him.

“Hey Ron! Where’ve you been? I was lookin’ for ya earlier!” He said as his friend sat next to him. Instead of Ron saying anything, he simply grabbed the boy by his sweater, kissing him rushed and roughly. The slytherin boy gasped, but melted into the kiss nonetheless. Ron pulled away from him.

“I love you, I love you for merlin’s sake! I don’t want some fucking bloke to hold or kiss you in the astronomy tower!” He said, stroking the boy’s cheek softly as he looked into his eyes. (Y/n) looked at him, tilting his head confused as he chuckled slightly.

“I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean by that, but I am sure that I don’t want that either. Although, I was wondering when you’d realize you were into me that way. I was starting to lose hope.” He said, rubbing his arm sheepishly. Ron continued to caress the boy's cheek delicately, before he hugged him close.

“You owe me a fiver, Harry. I told you Ron would tell him first!” Hermione said, breaking the silence as Harry groaned, pulling his money from his pocket as he handed it to the girl.

“What? You guys knew?” Ron said, mouth agape as he watched his friends who had lost bets exchange money with the ones who won. “All of you bloody knew?! How come no one told me?”

“Ron, you carry the boy to his dorm when he’s too tired, bring him soup and flowers when he’s sick, and let him wear your sweaters. Anyone would be a damn fool not to notice! But, I suppose that’s why you didn’t.” Ginny exclaimed, shaking her head at her brother's stupidity. He was about to get steamed but the smaller boy kissed his cheek, grabbing his hand.

“Everyone calm down. The important thing is that he DID notice! I’m just glad to have him now.” He said, not wanting a repeat of the last time Ron and Gin had gotten into a fight. He yawned and began to rub his eyes. “Carry me to my room, love?” He asked him. Ron didn’t hesitate, picking the boy up bridal style as he began to walk off to the slytherin common room. He turned around, looking at the lot of their friends, giving a devilish smile as he winked.

So, as the sun began to go down, so did Ron….on (Y/n) that is.

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155.

Skins - Episode Relating Questions

Tony 1. Do you have any nicknames for your significant other? Sure, quite a few. I’m not going to list them here though, lol.

2. Have you ever set up your best friend with someone? Yeah, as teenagers we used to “set each other up” in the way teenagers do, I guess, but nothing serious.

3. Have you ever owed someone a lot of money? I’ve never owed anyone any money beyond maybe a fiver for lunch occasionally that gets paid back the next day or the next time we go out.

4. Have you or a friend ever passed out at a party? I never have, but I know people who have done.

5. Have you ever overdosed? Hmm, not on drugs but I did give myself alcohol poisoning when I got my A-level results. I was hungover for almost three days, hahah.

6. What’s the worst car accident you or a friend has ever gotten into? Someone sped along a road and smashed into me as I pulled out of a junction two summers ago. My car was totalled but luckily neither of us were injured.

Cassie 1. Have you ever gone to rehab or a clinic? No, never.

2. What’s the weirdest thing about your parents? I don’t know - I mean, they have a pretty normal relationship, I guess, but I suppose they’re both a bit weird in their own ways, lol.

3. Do your parents openly make out in front of you and anyone else? Nope. They’ll peck on the lips but that’s it - neither of them are overly physically affectionate in general, though, especially my dad.

4. Have you or a friend ever had an eating disorder? How did you/they deal with it? Two girls at school had anorexia. One ended up in hospital and being force fed (well, given a feeding tube). The other I don’t think ended up in hospital but I still see her photos on social media and she’s clearly still quite unwell, bless her.

5. Have you ever tried to find out if someone liked/loved you? How did you go about doing it? I’m sure - probably by asking them or their friends or nosing on social media.

6. When was the last time you felt like your parents didn’t care about or you what you did? Back when I was a melodramatic teenager, lol.

Jal 1. Do you play any instruments? If so, are you serious about it? I can play piano but I haven’t done so for years now. I did a few grade exams and passed but more because it was expected of me than because I enjoyed it.

2. What’s the hardest thing about living in your house, with your family? Getting along with my mum.

3. Have you ever found out someone liked/was in love with you? How did you deal with it? Yeah, and in various ways, I guess.

4. Has someone ever broken one of your most prized posessions? How did you deal with it? No, not that I can recall.

5. Have you ever stood up to your parents? How did it go? Sure. Mostly it ended up in an argument and a row, lol. My dad especially never liked being stood up to - he still hates it even though I’m in my thirties, hah.

Chris 1. What would you do if your mother left you? I can’t envision a situation where that ever happens.

2. Have you ever hit on a teacher? What happened? No.

3. Have you ever been locked out of your house? What did you do? Yeah, a few times. I rang my parents and normally went to wait with a neighbour or I went and sat in the garden or something if it was nice.

4. What would you do if your father refused to talk to you and didn’t want to see you anymore? I mean, I barely have a relationship with my dad anyway so in all honesty it probably wouldn’t be a big loss. His paranoia over COVID pretty much ruined what was left of our relationship.

5. Have you ever been consoled by a teacher? I’m sure I was as a little kid, yeah.

6. Have you ever blown a large amount of money on something somewhat useless/not worth the money? Hmm, probably in other people’s eyes. I mean, I spend a lot of money on things like wax melts which is literally burning money, lol.

Sid 1. Have you ever failed a course/school? How did your parents react? I failed an exam in my first year of university. They were understanding as I took the exam the day after my grandma died - I ended up getting a “free” resit as it counted as extenuating circumstances and I passed fine the second time.

2. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? How did they deal with it? Apparently. He was angry and tried to jeopardise all my future relationships even though he’d moved on and had kids with someone else since, lol.

3. Have you or someone you know attempted to commit suicide? Yeah, a friend of mine killed herself a few years ago.

4. Have you ever liked your best friend’s significant other? What happened? No.

5. When was the last time you felt like your life was falling apart and why? Probably when I left my last job - I had horrendous depression and work-related anxiety and it over-spilled into my personal life.

Maxxie and Anwar 1. What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone on a school trip and for how long? We went to Belgium for the day when I was in school.

2. Have you ever experimented with/questioned your sexuality? Yes to both.

3. Has a gay/bisexual friend ever had a crush on you? How did you feel/react? Not to my knowledge, no.

4. Has someone ever walked in on you while you were having sex/making out with someone? Making out with someone, yes, but that’s hardly worth being embarrassed about IMO.

5. Has someone ever caught you doing something you shouldn’t have been doing? Sure, but nothing really bad or anything like that. I was always too scared about getting in trouble to do anything majorly rebellious, lol.

6. Have you ever hooked up with someone while on a school trip? Would you? No. I mean, I would if I liked the person and they liked me, sure.

Michelle 1. Have you ever broken up with someone because they lied to you? Yes. It was a pretty fucking big lie, though.

2. Have you ever taken advantage of someone who liked you? How? I think everyone has taken advantage of people at some point - even if it was unintentional or over something incredibly minor.

3. Has one of your exes ever been the cause of a break up between you and a boyfriend? Nope.

4. What’s the most disgusting thing someone has ever sent you? I’ve never been sent anything disgusting before.

5. Have you ever sabatoged an ex’s relationship just so the two of you could get back together? No.

Effy 1. Have you ever been worried about losing a friend? Why? Sure, because moving and leaving jobs often means you grow apart.

2. Name someone you’d be willing to do anything for and why. There isn’t anyone I’d do anything for.

3. Have you ever waited what seems like forever for someone, only to realize it’s not what you want at the moment? Hmm, probably.

4. What would you do if someone was pressuring you to have sex with someone else and you really didn’t want to? I’d say no and avoid the person in question if necessary.

5. What’s the worst fight you and your best friend ever had? Did you resolve it? How? I guess with Katie when we were at university. I have no idea what her problem was lol but we never made up. I spoke to other friends and she did similar to them so who knows what was going on there, lol.

6. Have you ever felt like everything was your fault? Was it? I’ve felt like that before but certainly wasn’t actually true. Mental illness can do really fucked up things to your head.

Series Finale 1. Have you ever been desperate to tell someone you loved them? No, not really.

2. Have you ever wanted to just break out into song to express how you’re truly feeling? Ha, sure.

3. Has someone you loved ever moved far away? Did you keep in touch? Are you still in touch with them? Do you still love them just as much? Sure, all my friends and I moved away for university. We’re not really close anymore but we still care about each other, it’s just that life got in the way.

4. Have you ever hooked up with someone only to realize they were already taken? What would you do if that happened to you? Yes, and I just ended the hook-up. I mean, it wasn’t my fault, so.

5. What’s something that has made you realize just how much you care and love someone else? Oh, lots of things, I suppose.

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