#and cheers to matt dude he did such a great job
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The seasons pass and the heartbreak too
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader.
Summary: Life its a funny thing or maybe whats meant to be will find his way back together.
Word count: 1.927
Author’s note: This is the second part from this one and I was thinking that those two deserve some closure, so it will be one more part and that's it. Hope you like it. English is my second language so sorry for the misspellings. The song that inspired this part is "Nineteen" from Dylan, it's really good and some parts of it are on the story.
After leaving Charles at the airport that day, you didn't hear from him anymore until maybe the next year because having almost the same group of friends it was pretty hard not to know about him. One day while you were on a long call with Pierre he told you that he was dating a beautiful girl and that he seemed happy. That instead of breaking your heart completely made you happy because he was happy again. The love you had for him prevented you from being sad about it. Pierre also told you that Charles was having a great season and that also made you happy. Months passed and you didn't hear from him. You were getting better and better at your dream job, becoming more important in the business. The F1 life was little forgotten in your life but always alive in the back of your mind.
Summers, birthdays and seasons passed and Charles was achieving all his F1 goals. One night while having dinner with Pierre in some part of the world talking about life he told him that you were dating some guy and that you were happy. Charles’ fork stopped mid air when he heard the news and to Pierre surprise a smile appeared in his face, a genuine smile. He was happy for you, after all the last time he saw you was nearly three years ago and he didn't hate you, he had incredible affection towards you but that was it. Charles had no love interest in his life anymore but none of that had nothing to do with you.
Sometimes he wondered what were you doing with your life, if you achieved all your dream goals, if you were fine, all that kind of stuff. Even one time he almost dialled your number only to see if you had the same number and if you would answer him but that idea turn into a stupid one the second he almost tuch your contac name. You, on the other hand, while exploring new places or when you saw something that you thought would be fun for him, you couldn’t contain your brain from thinking about him and smiling. His name always on your phone but never used. Happy memories from the time you spend together, while being friends and lovers, no hold grudges.
One day while you were crossing the street, coffee in hand and sunglasses in your eyes, your mind deep down in work, someone shouting your name brought you back to reality and the voice was so familiar. You lowered your sunglasses to see better and when the window car next to you lowered too your heart seems to beat a little slower or everything happens in slow motion. He was there in his matt black Ferrari with the Monaco flag across the car and the 16 on one side. Charles Leclerc in the flesh, shouting your name in the red light of a street. With a smile on your face you walked to the passenger side of the car and you crouched a little to see him better.
-I wasn't entirely sure it was you.- Charles said smiling.
-So you took your chances shouting at me I see.- He nodded and you laughed. -How are you?
-Fine, fine. What about you?- The two of you were smiling like little kids on Christmas night.
-I’m fine too.- Looking at his face you notice that he hasn't changed that much. His face was more mature and his beard from a couple of days the same as you remembered. The honk of other cars brought you back to reality -It was fantastic to see you again but I'm going late to a meeting and those drivers are getting pissed.
He frowned a little and moved his head to see the cars behind him. -Oh. Yes, it was great seeing you again.- He smiled and you smiled back. You straightened and took two steps back. -WAIT.
-¿Yes?- Your voice was sweet.
-You ....eh....we….- You giggle because he was the same nervous Charles you remember when you were little.
-¿Yes Charles?.- He laughed and cleared his throat.
-I was thinking if you could give me your number.- You raised your eyebrows. -To stay in touch I mean, if you want of course.
You smile and from one of the pockets of your bag you pulled out your card. -Gimme a call whenever you want.- Your fingers touch and a familiar, not so forgotten, feeling travels through your bodys. -Bye Charles.
A week later you were walking towards him in whiteh trousers and shoes, a black tank top, sunglasses and hat. The “friendly lunch”, as he said, was in a restaurant in front of the water and the summer in the air made the day perfect. It wasn't a date at all, it was two friends who hadn't seen each other in a while catching up.
With a bottle of water in the middle, because he had to drive and you weren’t going to drink wine alone, the conversation flowed as easy as all those years ago. Laughs that made the stomach hurt and tears appeared in the corner of your eyes while the two of you remembered long time memories and funny histories.
The way he kept switching languages as easy as breathing and the sun that was coming down, illuminated your skin making you glow in his eyes and your smile, gosh it was the brightest smile he'd ever seen. Everything was so easy going and funny, like a picture perfect. As if the two of you have never walked away from your lives, as if you have talked every day for the past few years.
-Do you remember that night when we went to that awful party and we ended up drinking coffee in that spot we used to like so much?- He said when you came down from the laughter.
-It was the same day that your mum almost kill us because we were minor and we stunk at cigarettes?- The scene coming to your brain as it was yesterday and he nodded. -Oh yes, I remember. Some dude spilled his drink in my dress and it had a huge stain on it.
-Yes, that blue dress looked so beautiful on you.- You didn’t remember the color, but apparently Charles did.
-I was a mess Charles.- You tried to argue with him.
-A hot mess.- He said in a low tone hoping, praying that you didn’t hear him but you did and didn't say anything about it trying to not ruin the nice day you were having.
-Do you remember that day you called me late at night to pick you up at that random bar?- You said and he burst into laughter at the memory.
-Oh god yes. I almost came out of that bar crawling and you were there waiting for me in that empty street.- Charles said, scratching his head.
-Were only one streetlight worked properly.- You add in a funny tone.
-You were there with my jacket and two blankets and a worried face.
-Because it was freaking cold, like freezing.- You said laughing and he did too. -I don't remember why you were there and I could bet you don't remember either because you were so drunk that you forgot the reason.
-I remember that the next day I had the worst hangover of my life and I swore that I would never drink that way ever again.- Charles grabbed the glass from the table and drank.
-I remember that you were insufferable the next day, like I couldn't even look your way and you were already whining like a baby.- You said and he laughed.
-And the night you were so stressed about that exam and I told you to run away with me?- You frowned. -That I “kidnapped you” and took you to that little dinner and we stayed there for like 5 hours.- You were smiling but didn't say anything or move an inch. -The dinner that was like from the 70s or 80s, with neon signs and rock music.
You nodded with your head. -Can I be honest with you?- He nodded. -All I saw that night was you and how your eyes seem to change color with the neon lights. He didn't say anything but smiled brightly at you and blushed a little.
If you were honest you remember all too well the things you did together. The little lies to your friends telling you didn't like him when you clearly did, the big fights in those summer days where everything complicated and all the mistakes were made and how he always said “You and I, that’s all the matter. No one else, just you and I” and how he told you “You are the only one I want” when you were agreeing to that strange summer deal.
-Do you remember the day we spent in your granny’s garden looking at the stars in that white old sheet?- You said looking at water.
-Yes, we spent hours talking about our big dreams and desires.- A little silence fell between you two. -I really hope you achieve everything you told me that night.- The fact that he seemed to remember what you told him that night told everything that you needed to know.
-I did, most of them I did. I hope the same for you.
-I achieved some of them and I’m doing others this year.-
But the truth was that both of you made promises and dream things together, thinking that you would stay friends or lovers forever. Always by the other side, cheering their wins and being there when they lost but life wanted other things.
-It seems that we both remember a lot of things from years ago.- You said in a nervous tone trying to cover the inexistent awkward silence.
-Of course I remember. How could I ever forget it.- You tilted your head. -How quickly and hard I fell for you.- His tone was so tender and the smile he was giving you was something from another planet.
-Charles…- You played with the napkin in front of you.
-What? It's true, I was never capable of lying to you and you weren't capable either so tell me what's on your mind.- You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes trying to find sense about them.
-Loving you wasn't a waste. Yes hearts were bruised and mistakes were made but I will do it all the same.- You said and smiled at him.
-I don't.- The look on your face must be a hurt one because he rushed his next words. -Because at the end I lost you, everything we were. Friends, lovers, partners, everything lost for years.
-But we are here now.- You said in a slow tone.
-But for how long?- You opened your mouth to talk but he interrupted you. -A week? Ten days? You are going to get back to your job and I have to get back to race, it's the summer deal all over again. And I do not say this because I want to be your boyfriend again or whatever we have been years ago, I say it because I want my friend back. You know how many times I almost called you to tell you everything that was going on with my life, to tell you that I needed you when shit hit the fan? A thousand times. I do not want you in my life if you are going to be entering or leaving it as if it were a candy store. I want you permanently in it and I want to be in your life in the same way. Be there for you when your work is going well and when you cry from stress like all those years ago but this time physically. I want you here.- At this point he was moving his hands freneticaly and raising his voice a little but the only you could do was looked at him speechless absorving his statement and your stupid heart racing as fast as he drives his car in the weekends.
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BRIAN ZVONECEK
Mandatory Boyfriend Service
Requested: yes
Prompts: none
Warning(s): none
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"I said no!" You exclaimed. "Casey do whatever you need to do to get that man down now! If he stays like that for a minute longer, he'll die the moment we place him on the gurney."
Matt listened to you, not wasting a second before he had everyone on the job.
The man you were trying to save was hanging from a building, wires wrapped all around his body. It was a complete fail at electrical engineering.
As the PIC, you called the shots.
Not the man that was hired as Gabby's replacement.
"It'll take them 5 minutes to get him down," Your partner interjected. "And then he'll die. That will be on you. Not me."
"I'm the paramedic in charge," You told him stonily. "It's my call."
"Newbie, I think you're underestimating my girlfriend."
"Excuse me?" The paramedic said. At his rude tone, smoke started to leave your ears in a heap of anger.
"We can get him down in less than a minute," Brian told him coldly. The mischief in his usual tone was gone, and the impish smirk that usually accompanied his voice was nowhere to be seen either. "You're underestimating someone with ten times more experience. Get it together man, you don't call the shots."
And with that, he left you two be to do what you had instructed.
You grabbed the jump bag off the gurney aggressively and shot your partner a look, "What he said."
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"Good call Y/LN," Casey praised you once everyone was settled in the common room. The two of you settled for the kitchen. You smiled in gratitude and whispered to him, "You sure we can't do something to cut Gabby's suspension short?"
Matt chuckled, "Nope. I don't think so."
"Dammit." You muttered.
"Cheer up," Matt said, elbowing you in the side. "You handled yourself great out there. You showed him his place. Got him to shut up."
You laughed, "I kinda didn't do that."
Matt raised a brow. "Otis did."
Realization washed over his face, but then he shrugged, "Well now you know he has your back."
You have him a look, "He always has my back."
Truck lieutenant waved his hands in the air nonchalantly, "I mean… Now you know for sure."
"Right," You chuckled. "Thanks lieutenant. Good talk. "
"Anytime," He said, opening a granola bar to munch on. "Hey Y/N, we still on for Saturday? Gabby wants to know if she should go dress shopping or not."
Your calendar flashed before your eyes as you remember the plans you and Brian had made with Gabby and Matt prior to her suspension.
"Yep. We'll be there."
Just as he was about to respond you were interrupted by a smiling Otis. You could her Cruz mutter some profanities under his breath at your boyfriend's silliness.
"Guess who lived?" He asked with a beaming smile.
You and Matt shared a look before you turned around and his eyes locked with yours.
Brian dramatically pointed to you, his phone in one hand.
You opened your mouth only to close it again.
"That dude from our last call!" He announced.
Everyone exhaled, relieved at the fact that he was carrying good news. "All because of my lovely girlfriend!"
You did blush at his public display of affection. The applause started from Cruz and then projected at you from all sides. You were overwhelmed to the point you didn't even notice when Otis appeared in front of you.
Your hands wrapped around his body immediately, and you didn't let go for a long moment. Not even when Cruz started to make jokes on your tab.
"Thanks for stepping in," You said. "Things wouldn't go well if you didn't."
"No, don't thank me." He smiled. "That was a mandatory thing for me to do as your boyfriend."
You slapped his chest.
"Ever since he came here," Brian started to confess. "I've always wanted to tell him off, and what better way to do it than when he's trying to pick a fight with my girl."
"A fight he can't win obviously." He added quickly.
You only rolled your eyes, "Obviously."
Otis leaned in to swoop you in for a quick kiss before pulling away when your coworkers started to boo you and your public display of affection.
"A man can't even kiss his girlfriend in this house anymore!" Brian stormed.
"That's 'cause you and Casey are the only ones who have them!"
"Shut up Cruz!" You and Otis yelled in unison.
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Getting the Girl
The Titans were in need of a kicker after Kurt quit the team. If you asked her, that was the reason Y/N was trying out. If you asked Matt, Mike, or Puck, the reason she was trying out was to finally shut Finn Hudson up once and for all. The oaf had made Y/N his latest target to pick on. Mainly because he knew of her crush on his girlfriend Quinn. He liked to rub it in her face that HE was dating her and not Y/N. She couldn't take any more of it. So she decided that she was gonna be McKinley's next kicker.
Puck, Mike, and Matt had tried to talk Y/N out of it but to no avail. So, being the good friends they are, they decided to help Y/N. As they took to the field to help her practice, Sue and the Cheerios had made their way out to do their cardio for the day. The group on the field failed to notice a certain head cheerleader watching them practice along with Santana and Brittany. "Ah, so looks like Y/N is trying out for the team. That's hot." Santana said. Brittany giggled and agreed. "Do you think she'll help me achieve my perfect record of making out with everyone at school?" Quinn's head whipped around. "What?" "Yeah. I have a list of everyone I've made out with and she's not on it. It would mean a lot if she said yes." Quinn shook her head in disbelief before going back to watching the group. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind them. "Hey babe!" Quinn mentally groaned as Santana did it loudly for her. Finn walked up to the trio smiling. He leaned down to kiss Quinn but she turned her head, making him collide with her cheek. "Brittany, Santana." Santana gave him a fake smile as Brittany did the same. "I'm gonna go ask her."
Before Quinn could protest, both Santana and Brittany ran off in the direction of Y/N and the boys. Finn looked where the girls where headed and scoffed. "What's that freak doing out here?" Quinn glared at him. "She's trying out for your team. You need a kicker do you not?" Finn's jaw dropped. "Yeah. But we don't need a fucking dyke on our team. People aren't gonna take us seriously!" He whined. Quinn sighed. "Finn. They don't take you seriously now. What makes you think that's gonna change if a girl joins the team?" Finn groaned. "I'm gonna go give her a piece of my fucking mind. Dykes don't belong on the team." Finn stormed off as Quinn followed after him.
Y/N was talking to Santana and Brittany about things when Finn walked up to them. "Finnocence. Can't you see me and B are trying to seal the deal here?" Finn glared at the two. "And I don't give a flying fuck Lopez. I'm more worried about the fact that there's a dyke freak trying out for my team." Y/N rolled her eyes. "Because you guys suck and need a kicker. That's where I step in Hudson because obviously you can't lead us to a win." Finn scoffed. "I'm the best quarterback this school has ever had. And if you're only trying out for kicker, then why are you also throwing the ball around? It's called kicker, not quarterback." Puck spoke up. "Because idiot, we know Tanaka is gonna test her other skills. And maybe, if we're lucky, he might realize that she's a better quarterback than you."
Finn lunged at the mohawked boy before Y/N shoved him back. "Leave the fucking field Finn. We're done talking to you." He glared at her before turning to Quinn. "Let's go." Quinn stood there not moving. "Quinn. Let's go!" Quinn put on her ice queen glare and turned to the boy. "No Finn. I still have stuff to do. You can go." Finn stood in shock and stormed off to his car. Santana and Brittany looked at Y/N. They were extremely turned on. "So Y/N, does our offer still stand?" Y/N smirked. "Totally." Both Brittany and Santana kissed her cheek before running off.
Puck slapped Y/N on the shoulder. "Good for you dude." Y/N smirked before looking at Quinn who was glaring at her. "What Fabray? Jealous?" Quinn glared at the girl before running off. Matt spoke up. "What's got her panties in a bunch?" Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. Let's get back to practice though."
Y/N followed the boys to their locker room to get their stuff. No one was at school so it would be fine and Y/N was already cool with the team. When they all walked in, they heard groaning and moaning. They all looked at each other and poked their heads around the column of lockers to find a shocking scene.
Finn Hudson was fucking a cheerleader that wasn't Quinn Fabray. All four people witnessing was shocked. Y/N felt anger course through her veins. How dare this idiot cheat on Quinn. Y/N pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures and videos before all four of them hauled ass out of the locker room.
They ran all the way to Y/N's car. "Holy fuck. What the fuck just happened?" Y/N was still shocked. Puck was angry. "He's a fucking idiot for cheating on her. She needs to know. Hey, maybe if you tell her Y/N she'll give you a chance!" Y/N looked at him. "Are you serious Puck? Really?"
Two days later, after a successful tryout on Y/N's part, pictures of Finn and the girl fucking in the locker room were posted all over the school. Y/N was standing at her locker getting her books when Santana and Brittany walked up to her. "So. We had fun at Breadstix last night. You're actually really cool." Y/N smiled at the girls. "Thank you Santana. And Brittany I hope your record is now perfect." The blonde smiled and nodded. "All thanks to you. Also, have you seen Quinn? I wanna check up on her." Y/N shook her head. "No. It sucks though. Finn is an idiot." Santana nodded. "But hey, you get to have a chance with her." Y/N giggled and shut her locker. "You're starting to sound like Puck." The three walked off to class, not knowing that two people had overheard their conversation.
Y/N was walking to class texting Puck about the game when she was yanked into an empty classroom. "Hey what the fu-!" She was cut off by a hand on her mouth. "Shhh or we'll get in trouble." Y/N finally processed who yanked her in the room. "Quinn?" The blonde smiled at the girl and took her hand off her mouth. "Hi." Y/N smiled at the girl's shyness. "Hi. What's going on? Why did you yank me in here?" Quinn didn't say anything and just pressed her lips against Y/N's. Y/N kissed back almost instantly. The pair pulled away when air was a necessity. "I broke it off with Finn. I wanted to thank you for those pictures." Y/N stuttered before Quinn cut her off again. "Puck told me after I grilled him about it." Y/N's jaw dropped. "That snitch." Quinn giggled. "No. You should thank him. By the way, I'm gonna be cheering for you and only you tonight." She walked off swaying her hips as Y/N watched mesmerized. God, she couldn't wait for tonight.
The game was going awful. Every time Y/N stepped onto the field, Finn would do something to get her tackled. She was hurting all over and Coach kept yelling at Finn and Y/N was getting stressed. She sat on the bench cradling her ribs after a particularly hard hit when Quinn snuck up behind her. "What's up with Finn? Why is he putting you in situations where you're getting hurt?" Y/N shrugged and groaned. "I don't know." Puck ran up to Y/N after coming off the field. "He found out you took and posted the pictures. One of our teammates saw us posting them and overheard us talking about catching Finn in the act." Quinn gasped. Y/N sat shocked. "Fuck."
The game just got worse. Y/N got tackled time and time again much to the amusement of Finn. Tanaka called a timeout during the second quarter. "Hudson what the fresh HELL are you doing out there?! You're killing our kicker!" Finn smirked and sat back on the bench. "Well coach, some people need to be taught a lesson. I'm just doing my job." Tanaka's face turned red. "Did you just blatantly admit that you're doing this shit on purpose?" Finn blanched. "U-um no?" Tanaka pulled him up by his jersey. "YOURE BLOWING THIS GAME FOR US BECAUSE YOU GOT CAUGHT FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE?!" The team snickered at how scared Finn looked. "Y/L/N! You're playing quarterback for the rest of the game. Jameson! You're taking Y/N's place as kicker! Get back on the field!"
Y/N as quarterback was going great. She had managed to get the Titans back in the lead without a dance to distract the other team. Y/N could see Finn sitting on the bench fuming. Behind the bench however was a much better sight. Quinn smiling her million dollar Cheerio smile while yelling for the Titans. God, she was falling for this girl. Hard and fast.
The Titans ended up winning much to everyone's satisfaction (except Finn's). As Y/N was getting changed in the girl's locker room, the door swung open to reveal the oaf in question. Y/N rolled her eyes. "What do you want Hudson?" He glared at the girl. "I want you gone. Off the team. Away from my girl." Y/N smirked. "From what I've heard, she's not really your "girl" anymore." Finn saw red as he swung and connected with the girl's jaw. He only managed to get one hit in before Tanaka was bursting in pulling him off the girl and out of the locker room. Puck, Mike, and Matt helped the girl up. "Damn dude. He really packs a punch." Y/N shrugged. "I'll be okay."
Y/N had her bag on her shoulder as her and the boys headed out of the locker room. Mike had been nice enough to get her some ice for her jaw. As she walked holding the ice against her face, she caught Quinn's eye. She was standing with her parents hoping to introduce them to Y/N. At the sight of Y/N's jaw, she gasped, dropped her Cheerio bag and ran towards the girl. Y/N jumped at the blonde girl suddenly appearing in front of her. "What happened to your jaw? Was it one of their players? I'll kick their ass." Y/N chuckled at the girl's worry. "It wasn't one of their players Q. It was your ex. He ambushed me in the locker room saying that he wanted me off the team and away from you. I'm okay."
Hazel eyes filled with fury as she called Santana and Brittany over. The two suddenly appeared. "What's up Q?" "I want Finn slushied and dumpster tossed for the rest of forever." Y/N went to protest but Quinn put her hand up. "No. He deserves it after all he did to you." Santana smirked. "Aye aye Cap." The two smiled at Y/N before walking off. "I was hoping to introduce you to my parents. They want to meet you." Y/N froze. "Your p-parents?" Quinn smiled at the girl's nervousness before pecking her lips. "Yes. My parents." "Ah, so this is the famous Y/N Quinnie?" Y/N looked behind Quinn to find a blonde woman who looked identical to Quinn standing next to a tall, blonde man. "Yes. Mom, dad, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Judy and Russell Fabray."
Y/N smiled as best as she could before wincing. "Oh dear. What happened to your face?" Judy cupped Y/N's face. Quinn's eyes darkened. "Finn happened. He ambushed her on the locker room. Y/N is the one who caught him cheating on me." Russell spoke up. "Well I'm glad you caught him Y/N. He didn't deserve my daughter anyway. Now Y/N, my Quinnie has spoken very highly of you. What are your intentions with my daughter?" Y/N looked at Quinn. "To love and appreciate her for as long she'll have me. If your concern with me sir is if I'll treat her better than Finn, then you don't have to worry because I will." Judy and Quinn looked at the girl with shining eyes. Russell smiled and held out his hand. "Welcome to the family Y/N." Y/N smiled and shook his hand. Quinn wrapped her arms around the taller girl's waist, burying her head in her chest. "Can we go home and watch a movie and cuddle?" Y/N smiled and leaned down to peck Quinn's lips.
"Lead the way baby girl."
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My Super Girlfriend pt 1
Nct Taeil x reader (ft. Johnny)
Nerd! Artist!Taeil x Super!reader
Superhero au Strong Woman Do Bongsoon au
Description: Every superhero saves the day and rescues a girl. But what if a girl with super inhuman abilities, saves the day and rescues her nerdy lover.
Quote: With great power, comes great responsibility
Taeil asks himself everyday whenever he comes home from his date
"How did I, a low life, an outcast, a nerd, get the most adorable and the most beautiful girl in all of Seoul."
Taeil and Y/N were together ever since senior year of High School
You been together for 3 years and Taeil could have been any happier with his lovely girl
But was he didn't know.... that his girlfriend has a secret
3 years ago, senior year, in high school
Taeil was always getting picked on and was always the bully's target
Especially, for Johnny Seo, the school's heartthrob, captain of the basket ball team
Johnny and some of his team members (Taeyong, Jaehyun and Ten) would always pick on Taeil and sometimes beat the crap out of him if he didn't or refuses to do their assignments
Taeil sometimes come home with bruises, a black eye and a busted lip
Whenever his parents ask about his wounds, he would lie by saying
"Oh, I bumped into a lamp post" "I tripped on the side walk" etc
Taeil knew if he told his parents, they would have move and transfer him to a different school
He wanted to stay, only to study Art
Sometimes, at night, he lays on his bed, stares at the ceiling, and wishes for tomorrow to be better day
"Please, let tomorrow be a brand new day"
The moment he fell into deep slumber
His wish came true
The next day, this morning was the same
Taeil walked to his locker, when he opened it, fake spiders came out of his locker
Even though they're fake, but he has a phobia of spiders
Taeil shrieks
Loud laughter came from behind
Johnny and friends were laughing really hard
Everyone laughed with them
"Same old scared little Taeil" Johnny says
"Oh wait, he's still little!" Ten shouts
Everyone laughs while Taeil looks at his feet in embarrasment
"See you later Short Stack!" Johnny yells and high fives his friends and leaves
I knew it, he thought
"Hey bro, you okay?" His bestfriend Mark asks while helping him
Him and Mark have been best friends since the were in middle school
"Yeah, I'm fine" he says
They both walk to their first period class
"Hey I heard there is a new student coming to our school" Mark points out
"Oh really?" Taeil asks
"Yeah, they say the new student is a girl, but I havent seen her yet"
"Oh okay" he says a little nervously
"I hope she'll treat you right" Mark reasures
They both entered the class and sat down in their assigned seats
While everyone was waiting for the teacher, Taeil kept thinking about what the new student would be like
His thoughts were interrupted by the teacher mr. Choi (SuJu Choi Siwon)
"Good morning class, before we begin our lesson, we have a new student joining us today, she new around her, make her feel welcome." He say while pointing at all of us
Mr.Choi gestures the new student to come in
The moment she walked in, Taeil's world stopped
His eyes widen and mouth parted in awe
Everything was in slow motion
Your hair flow a little behind and the sun reflected your soft hair
There stood before him, was a smiling beauty
You looked ethereal to him, like aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty
Taeil's heart beated fast like it was going to burst out of his chest by now
Mr.Choi gestures you to introduce herself
"Annyonghasaeyo, my name is Dong Y/n, im from Shanghai, China, please take care of me." You smile brightly showing your pearly whites
Your voice, was so beautiful, sounded like an angel's voice and it felt smooth like whipped cream
All of the guys were swoon by your smile
While some of the girls were jealous of your beauty and your figure
Taeil was lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed that he called by the teacher
He got startled by his yell
"I said, Taeil raise your hand" Mr.Choi says sternly
He shakely raise his hand
When your meet his, you gave him another beautiful smile
His heart was beating at a fast rate when you came towards him
When you sat down next to him, Taeil was freaking out on the inside
"Hello, Taeil" you smiled at him and took your hand for him to shake
He froze again and came back to reality when you greeted him
"H-h-hi" he says while timidly taking his hand out to shake your hand
"H-how do you know my name?" He says shyly and awkwardly
His heart flutterd when he heard your giggle
"The teacher called on you, silly" you said while giggling
His cheeks started to heat up and looked away in embarassment
Through out the class period, Taeil could hardly pay attention to the lesson
He couldn't help but stare at your face
You have flawless skin, cute button nose, soft rosy cheeks, pink plump lips
And MOST of all, your big bright blue eyes
Honestly for Taeil, he's never seen anyone with bright blue eyes before
Blue is actually his favorite color
He uses blue colors for when he's painting the ocean or a lake
Yours eyes were like the color of the ocean
They reminded him of his paintings of the ocean
He was so lost in your beauty, that the bell rang, ending first period
"Dude, class ended, didn't you hear the bell?" Mark calls out
Taeil came back to reality "h-huh what?"
"Are you okay, your face is really red and are you sweating?" Mark asks
He checks himself, and starts feeling embarased
"It's just so hot in this room" he lies
"You sure it was from Y/N?" Mark says with a smirk
"I don't know what you mean, lets go!" He says quickly
And speed walks out of the classroom
2nd period, Taeil's scariest period
PE
Exercising is not the problem
His worst nightmare has the same class with him
JOHNNY SUH
Its scary when Mark doesn't have 2nd period with Taeil
Everyone was already dressed in their gym wear and so is Taeil
While everyone was stretching and waiting for the teacher
The girl's dressing room door opens
Taeil looks up and his eyes widens and his jaw drops in awe
You looked so stunning in your black sports bra and sweats
You such an amazing hourglass body
All of the boys were drooling, especially Johnny and his friends
Taeil couldn't look away, its like he was hypnotized by your body
When your eyes meet his, you smiled sweetly and started walking towards him
The way your ponytail bounced
The way your hips swayed
It was driving him crazy
Taeil suddenly felt himself being pushed to the ground
"Out of my way!" Johnny yells
Yup, he pushed him 😑
"Hey, beautiful, we haven't been properly introduced, the names Johnny" he says with a flirty smile and kisses your hand
Taeil felt anger and jealousy rushing through his body
"Nice to meet you too, Johnny" you said in a gentle voice ignoring his flirting
"What should I call you, Im guessing your name is gorgeous goddess?" He flirts again
"Thanks for the compliment, the names Y/N Dong Y/N"
"Wait, Dong Y/N, like as in, Dong Sicheng?" Johnny asks in a surprised voice
"Yes, he's my little brother" you said with a small smile
Everyone especially Taeil were shocked
Nobody knew that Dong Sicheng
A.K.A. Winwin, Student Council President
Has an older sister
"Anyway, there are a bunch of nut jobs in this school, especially him" he points at Taeil
"But don't worry, I'll always be there to protect you, sweet heart" he winks
He looks down and waits for you to laugh at Johnny's insult
"I don't think so, he seems sweet" you said the honest truth
That made Taeil go red as a tomato
Jaehyun, Taeyong and Ten snickered
Johnny scoffs
"Yeah, right. Well anyway, beautiful, if you want or need after school physical education, come to me. I promise to keep that gorgeous body in shape" he says by using his hands to motion your body
"Ok, I'll think about it" you said with a gentle smile
Before Johnny could speak, PE teacher mr.Lee (Lee Dong-hae SuJu) came in and blew his whistle
"Alright everyone, today is Friday, I have a surprise in store for you guys" he smirks
Taeil was not liking this feeling
"Today, were doing, drum roll please" he points at Ten
Ten pats the bleacher to resemble a drum
"Wrestling!" He shouts
Everybody were shouting in excitement, especially Johnny and his friends
Taeil felt he's going to pee himself any second now
"Alright, who wants to go?" He's says in anticipation
"Me mr.Lee!" Johnny shouts
"Yes, my tall handsome star student, get up here!" He smiles
He runs up to the center onto the gymnastic matt
"Pick your opponent"
He playfully looks around and spots Taeil
Johnny evilly smirks and points at him
"Moon Taeil !"
Taeil was beyond mortified
Everyone ooohed and silently laughs, except you
He shakely stands up and walks to the center
"You can do this Taeil !" You shouted
Taeil felt his fear wash away from your cheers
Until
Whistle blows
Taeil gets punched in the stomach
"One point to Johnny!" Mr.Lee shouts
Everyone except you claps
"Round 2!"
Taeil tries to push Johnny down, but he wasn't strong enough
Johnny and the students started laughing at his lack of strength
You, on the other hand, were cheering for Taeil
"Come on Taeil, you can do it!"
Taeil was suddenly punched in the face and got kneed in the stomach
He fell to the ground, breathing heavily
"Winner! Johnny" mr.Lee shouts and raises Johnny's arm
Everyone claps and chants out Johnny's name
You ran to Taeil and helped him up
"Are you okay?" You asked softly
He looks up and sees your beautiful face
"Am I in Heaven?" He asks almost in a conscious state
"No, your on the floor, lets get you back on the bleachers, silly" you said while giggling
You helped him back on the bleachers
"Who wants to go up against, Johnny?" Mr.Lee asks in anticipation
Nobody answers until...
"I will !" You shouted and raised your hand
Everyone, including the coach, Johnny and Taeil gasped
"W-w-well a-are you sure?" Coach asks
You nodded while gently smiling
You walk up to the center and stood 2 feet in front of Johnny
Taeil was really worried, if you get hurt, it felt like it be his fault for putting yourself on his spot
"Ready!" Blows the whistle
"I'll take it easy on you, beautiful" he says with a flirty smile and winks
Before he finish his sentence
In a blink of an eye
You got him in a choke hold and took him down with a loud thud
Everyone was shooked, including Taeil and coach
"How did she do that!" He thought
"Uh-uh one point to Y/N" coach stutters
Before Taeil could process anything, he saw something really strange
Your eyes
They were blue earlier, but when you took down Johnny, your eye color turned RED
And he had no idea that a sweet and innocent girl like you
Be that strong to take down a 6 foot tall basket ball player
"Final round!" Blows whistle
Johnny strikes a punch
But, you dodged his punch and swiftly flipped over Johnny
Everyone's jaws dropped and eyes widened
Nobody has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling
Not even his team mates
Nobody, except Taeil, notice your eyes change back to their original color
"What is she?!" He screams internally
You looked at everyone with an innocent look
"Um, did I go too far?" You asked in a small gentle voice
Everyone jumps out of there seats and claps while cheering you
Taeil, couldn't process what just happened and just stared at you in amazement
Johnny, on the other hand, couldn't believe what just happened
He sits up looks at you in shock
A girl, a beautiful, innocent girl, just took down a 9 time basket ball champion
His teams mates helped him up
"Bro, that was INSANE!" Ten exclaims
"She must've worked a lot" Jaehyun guesses
"Yeah, but I gotta admit, that's MY kind of woman" Johnny looks at you with a smirk while wipping the sweat off him
You thanked everyone for giving you compliments, then coach blew his and told everyone sit back down
Everyone had 10 minutes left of class, so coach Lee let everyone have free time
Taeil calms himself down and drinks his bottle of water
"Taeil !" You called him
He looks up and sees you jogging up to him with a gentle smile
He was infactuated by you
They way your hair moves when you jog
Sweat dripping
Then his eyes accidentally when down your chest
The way your breast bounce lightly
To be honest, for Taeil, you breast were like the perfect size
Like they were sculpted, like the greek goddesses
He hasn't realize that you're in front of him and he's beet red
"Hey Taeil, are you alright ?" You asked worriedly
"I think I'm in love" he says faintly
"What?" You asked
He broke out of his thoughts, and looks at you and starts stuttering
"Oh uh, I mean that, I think I'm in love with your fighting techniques?" He lies
You giggled
"Thank you," you said with a smile
"How did you do that, no one has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling" he asks in astonishment
"Oh, my father taught me some of his greatest martial art skills" you said
"That's amazing, I'd like to meet him one day" he says in excitement
Then, you looked down in sadness
"Actually, my father passed away when I was 8" you said sadly
Taeil felt guilty for asking that question
"Don't be, its alright" you said gently
"Oh oka-" before he finishes his sentence
How did you know he was feeling guilty
"How did you know that I felt guilty?" He asks supiciously To be continued
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Okay so it’s a shatt (Voltron) au that takes place in police station. Shiro is a detective and Matt is the diener (person who works in morgue). Matt doesn’t work in police station since morgues aren’t in police stations. Anyways Shiro meets Matt when he’s handing over a dead body and is like crap I like this dude. So basically Shiro crushing over Matt but detective and diener.
CV: I don’t know much about police stations or morgues. I looked up the Wikipedia article about dieners, but I don’t think a lot of that info actually made it to this. It’s really just disaster gays meeting in a morgue. Thank you so much for your patience! I know it took me forever to get to this request, but I’m glad you sent one in. Shatt always makes me happy. Hope you like it!
CW: Dead Body, Morgue, Death Mention, Overdose Mention
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Shiro knows being the new guy at work means you get stuck with shit jobs. Didn’t matter who he was at his old precinct--didn’t matter his track history or reputation. Some people recognized his work, and most certainly Shiro wasn’t starting from the dirt like every officer straight out of the academy. As fond as his memories as a beat cop were, he was a detective now and the new precinct didn’t change that.
But the new kid on the block was always greeted with the side work. It was about trust. No one at this place really knew Shiro yet. So, while his newly assigned partner checked in at the evidence locker, Shiro was handed off the corpse--assumed victim of an overdose. The guy had been young and, despite the years and desensitization, Shiro had a knot in his throat the whole way to the morgue.
The kid was the same age as Shiro’s younger brother. He wondered if the kid had family, friends--wondered how he had grown up and everything that connected and disconnected in his life to lead him there.
Shiro carted the body bag along. It helped to depersonalize them when they were all zipped up and faceless, as crude as it sounded. It was a part of the job. Shiro couldn’t let death cloud his judgement. Logic solved cases, and Shiro would solve this kid’s case.
When he entered the morgue, there was only one person there--a guy in a lab coat, leafing through some files in a cabinet at the back of the room. Shiro wrapped his knuckles on the open door, not wanting to barrel in with the loud cart and startle the diener. The guy jumped anyway, pivoting around with eyebrows all the way up into his hair. When he saw Shiro at the door, he put a hand on his hip, brows coming down to furrow a bit.
“What’s up?” he asked, then saw the cart behind him. “Oh, bring it in.”
But Shiro was frozen. His brain was screaming a little. The guy was cute- fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
The guy had gone back to looking through the cabinet before noticing Shiro hadn’t moved. It wasn’t until he was approaching that Shiro’s limbs seemed to work again.
“Did you need help with it…” the diener asked, and Shiro took a quick look down at his name badge. Matt.
“No,” he choked out, turning around to grab at the cart. His eyes bored into the plain black material of the bag. “I got it,” he said, and pulled it in. Matt sidestepped, pointing to a corner of the room where metal cabinets lined the walls.
Shiro wheeled it over, then stood awkwardly between it and a counter with a sink and an array of tools he couldn’t begin to describe. When he looked back, Matt was leaning on the desk next to the door, where a lamp shone on a disorganized mess of papers spilling out of a file.
“So, new guy?”
Shiro nodded, wondering where his voice had gone. He hadn’t gotten like this with a crush since high school.
“Nice. Then we’ll be seeing each other a bit until they stop giving you the grunt work,” Matt said, pushing up his glasses and offering a smile. “I’m Matt, by the way. What’s your name, dorito man?”
“Dorito man?” Shiro asked, shocked out of his silence.
And, to Shiro’s further surprise, the guy’s cheeks began to dust with pink, eyes darting down to Shiro’s chest and up quickly. Shiro felt his own face heating up.
“You’re shaped like a Dorito, dude.” Matt tugged at his lap coat a bit. “You must know. That kind of thing doesn’t just happen.”
Shiro looked down, like he’d be able to see what Matt could. He just saw his chest. “Uh, yeah…” he trailed off, not sure what else could be said. This was going great.
“So,” Matt prompted. “Your name?”
Shit. Right. “Shiro. Detective Takashi Shirogane, but people call me Shiro.”
“Cool name,” Matt nodded, pushing at his glasses again. “It’s a compliment, by the way. The dorito thing. Dorito is a good shape.”
“....thanks.”
For a minute, they stood there--silent, Shiro shifting on his feet and Matt pushing up his glasses, tugging at one of the papers on the desk behind him. Shiro was about to speak up, dismiss himself, when Matt beat him to it.
“Oh man, I’m fucking awkward.”
“What?” Shiro asked. But he’d been the one making things awkward. Shiro was the one who couldn’t get his voice to work, or manage past two words answers. Shiro was the one gay-panicking over here.
“Sorry about that. It happens.” Matt shrugged, trying to look unaffected. “I am an awkward man. It can’t be helped.”
Shiro shook his head. “You aren’t making it awkward. Not at all.” He was reluctant to confess his own awkwardness. Matt was a braver man, it seemed. Or maybe more versed in awkward chats.
“Oh,” Matt said, then stuffed his hands into the lab coat’s pockets. He shrugged, definitely acting awkward now. “That’s good.”
Shiro’s throat was tight. God, this guy was cute.
“Well, yeah. Well,” Shiro said and looked towards the door, back to Matt. Matt seemed to get the memo. “I guess I should get going.”
“Yeah. Totally.”
“It was nice to meet you,” Shiro said, shuffling toward the door.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Matt said, then paused. “I mean, obviously I hope we don’t get a sudden influx of corpses, but I mean…”
“Yeah,” Shiro nodded. He understood. Really, he did.
Shiro stood at the door and the desk was now separating them. He messed with the badge that hung from his neck, tapping the metal part with his nail. Oh God, could he just leave already? Why wouldn’t his legs take him out of here? Why didn’t he just move?
There was a part of him that was reluctant to move away from the diener.
“Maybe I’ll come around sometime without a cadaver for you,” Shiro offered, and, wow, those words were a lot braver than he really felt. But to watch the half-smile, genuine but small, grow on Matt’s face was worth it.
Matt pulled a lock of his chestnut hair out of his face, flipping it behind his ear. The way he looked at Shiro was mesmerizing.
“I’d like that,” he said. Shiro was floating.
And he continued to float, right on out of the morgue. When the door separated them, Shiro had to take a moment, stare wide-eyed at the dull opposite wall and let his empty thoughts loose.
They screamed and panicked, but, most of all, they cheered. They cheered like a choir in church, happy for life, happy for peace, happy to be happy.
And poor Shiro--one awkward conversation later and he was smitten.
#voltron#vld#shatt#takashi shirogane#matt holt#vld shiro#tw dead body#tw morgue#tw death mention#tw overdose mention#requests
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live typing extra life 2019
warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.
i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points
larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. we’re off to a great start
what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ
lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much
jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo
matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry
“this kiss this kiss” before geoff and jack kiss
geoff “i’m from alabama” ramsey
THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING
jeremy “the alcohol demon the whiskey goblin” dooley
alfredo “you wont believe what the white people did today” diaz
DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE
wait why does it sound like wonderwall
they look like characters from the matrix
the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt
in conclusion: they weren’t kidding abt the tight pants
okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY
“hi i’m from broadcast and i don’t want to be here” they represent themselves well
also, let’s take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and don’t get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome
i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board
which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??
“i’m... just really worried that i won’t ever find love-” “i really don’t care”
WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is you’re thinking of, but mostly “daddy wants some”)
ooh someone’s about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple
god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now they’re eating chad’s chest hair
owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? that’s a true punishment
“and this roast was brought to you by meundies”
ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up
“man action” oh no
THROBERT MULVEINY
K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes
“my last name is cottagecheese”
I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S S
chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds
“just open throat like baby bird” who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy
jon. jon you’re breathing in adam’s ass fumes
a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese
BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE
“to fitness” -starts choking-
final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission
“will you buy my wet” well i don’t see that on the raffle items
we’re back folks & i’m loving this walk around segment
moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat
jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand
what’s extra life without a little satan
“starvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesity” people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY
chris “i’m doing a different hole” demarais
ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister
nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. i’m scarred enough from the original clip
oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year
this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700
D̷̯͑̆̈́͝Õ̸̲͎̥̬͈̬̙͕̲G̸̢̧̠͉͚̙̲̙̓̔̀̇S̷̥̀́͆̈́̇̀ ̶̣̞̗͚̬̭̖̦͇̈́̎̈́̿̓̈́͆̒̋D̷̙̟̩̫͉̺̐̊̚Ö̶̥́̋́̓ͅĜ̵̞̌͋̏̉̌̕͝͝S̵̤̹̣̫̮̻͛̍̑̕͝͝ ̷̧̨̞̙̥̟̜͍̉̍̑̏̇̀̾D̴̻̮̩̯͓͉̖͎̘͐̒͋̓̉͝ͅỎ̶̰͓̳̥͑̅͛͊̒͐͊͘̚G̵̩̻̦̥̠̃̔Ş̶̹͚̩̱͖̀͆͘ ̸̢̢͇̻͔̗̺̼͖̱̏̾̔̚D̴̨̨̫̙̃̾̋̾̆̓̓Ớ̷̡͓͎͊G̶̱̣̣̰̝̖̰̗̓͐̐̊͋̀͊̀̕͝Ş̷̩̺̬̖͙̺̟͗̈́͒͗̀̑́́̕͠ ̷̡͈̼̲͈̳̫̺̝̈́̋͌͗̒ͅD̸̨̬̞̪̗̘̄̑͆̿̈́͘͠͝O̸̡̡͇͕̻͎͍͉̅̌͗̄͌̑̉̔͂̎Ḡ̸͙̟̪̞̬̬͕͐̈̏S̶̝̪̼̮̠̜̭̳͖̘̑
urine: to help with aerodynamics
jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*
today’s mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, you’re right
how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly
barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon
blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real
#dogsforkids
this just in: extra life killed my wifi
we’re back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen
queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations
HOLY SHIT THAT’S COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY
hmm “questionable liquids” is very... questionable
trevor: oh there’s four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk
“what’s your favorite kind of candy” “any meat”
i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor
the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose
“can you feel the love tonight” “i used to and that’s the problem”
“flubs every word man” damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair
jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny
OK BOOMER
wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots
Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if it’s Christmas
miles doesn’t know what a question is
WHERE’S YOUR HAIR
oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone
CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE
miles bossing around chef mike is priceless
“you leave that fucking dough on the floor”
“you wanna slam your hands down on the table” *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*
HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that
“If Colin Mochrie is listening, I’ll see you here next year” OH FUCK YEAH
--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---
oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree
so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and i’m not sure if i like any of them
hmm. is now the time to get drunk
oily twist feels very... ominous
what do you mean you don’t remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?
someone in the chat said “big stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high school”
i think i’m blacking out what’s going on i don’t remember the past two hours
ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of
can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude
“coldy with voldy” actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you don’t want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking
this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: “that was terrible sit the fuck down” (sorry chris)
“let’s destroy a weasley” enter chad
fucking called it
“you smell poor” i need a caffeine drip
heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice
i’m a grown ass woman
welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment
“who wants us to kill weasley?” *massive cheers from the audience*
“wait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this later”
“i’m not gonna rub my eye mom”
oh they’re really gonna kill chad on stream huh
i felt that chest slap in my soul
i think i felt my own ribs crack
oh fucking
tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section
alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning
my mom lindsay is on next and i’m so excited but i’m nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here
this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think i’d be smart enough to sleep the night before
LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THAT’S MY MOM
JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller
oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE
i hope Xavier comes back next year because he’s funny as fuck
m y a t t
oh god the mcdonald’s shade i’m rolling
lindsay “who’s the chef here” jones
chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged
chef mike clowning the big mac. i’m crying
he made the right choice with ryan bc i’ve seen his cooking stream(s) and it’s nothing if not great content
i heARD A MICHAEL JONES
“lindsay you haven’t done anything but warm up cookies so far” “yeah and?? you’re welcome”
you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos
JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK
oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing
why does it remind me of trevor’s voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where they’re singing the lion king
the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass
i just realized we’re not even halfway through yet and i’m scared for the length of this list i’m gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point
lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth
well timed leet donation #1829495
this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good
jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i don’t even know what you said
iT’s NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL
jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party i’ve ever been to
lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsay’s meal so it’s a 10, xavier = also still eating it so it’s an 8. total: 25
“deep fry everything but a remote control”
chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonald’s, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25
oh fuck it’s a tie
now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible
i think we’re all going to need liver transplants after tonight
no jesus please don’t vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god
okay i’m making a part two this is too much
#extra life 2019#i’m going for full 24 hours this year#rooster teeth#achievement hunter#jeremy dooley#michael jones#lindsay jones#jack pattillo#geoff ramsey#gavin free#ryan haywood#matt bragg#alfredo diaz#trevor collins#fiona nova#i regret everything in my life that has led to this moment
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I’m thinking of starting a blog soon! So uh- if you can answer, if the axis and allies were to go to a fine arts school, what would they do/major in? Thank you! Keep up the good work!
Hell yeah!!! Welcome to the club, bucko!
China: Yao would be a piano master! He takes multiple classes for piano and flute! And he plays the harp too but his heart will always belong to the piano. He takes public speaking classes cause he isn’t the best at it and he learns Chinese instruments with his mom at home :) the way he performs always leaves people in awe, his expressions and the way he plays makes the whole experience magical!! His teachers adore him!
Russia: Ivan is a dancer, watch out man cause he’ll crush your head with his thighs. He’s super tall and strong so he gets the male lead most of the time for ballet performances put on by the school! Cause he lifts his partner so easily and just...glides around that stage! Ivan looks great in sequins and cakey stage makeup :) and he takes very good care of himself, he’s got a *self care* routine that every other dancer at the school is jealous of. He doesn’t talk much cause he doesn’t see the need when he can just express himself through dance! Ivan can do the splits...He enjoys dropping into the splits at home or in the hall at school to freak out his friends and sisters
America: Alfred wants to be a comedian so he’s taking a bunch of theater, public speaking and improv classes! When he’s on stage, he owns it! And he can do a handful of accents! Al’s great at comedic storytelling and takes a LOT of inspiration from Jerry Seinfeld and John Mulaney. He watches their shows/performances and makes notes on them! He’s done multiple assignments on them too so at this point, Al’s teachers know as much about Jerry and John as Al does...RIP
England: Artie wanted to be a musician and came to this performing arts school to learn different instruments like guitar or drums but when he grew out of his punk phase in 10th grade, he realized he wanted to be a writer! So he’s taking theater classes and advanced English/poetry classes to learn as much as he can before being spat back out into the real world to fend for himself. He writes a lot of love poems and then burns them in his fireplace at home cause he believes they’re not good enough. Alfred did a comedy sketch about him once, mocking his accent, and Art threatened to beat him up behind Denny’s at 2am
Canada: Mattie wants to SCULPT!!! Let’s hear if for art bois!!! People expect him to be funny like Al cause they’re twins but Matt just wants to listen to Tessa Violet and sculpt pretty ladies out of wood...That’s all he wants to do :( he takes painting classes and a lot of business related classes cause if he’s gonna sell his art, he wants to know how money works cause it ain’t like anyone else is gonna teach him! He also enjoys widdling and will widdle things out of soap if you ask nicely and buy him a cookie from the lunchroom! His favorite thing to make outta soap are boots “cause you don’t expect soap to be shapes like shoes!”...Nerd
France: Francis has hopped from thing to thing many times! He came to the school for ballet, and continues to take ballet classes, but he found out how much he loved to paint after messing around during tech week for the school’s Big Spring Production as he helped paint the backdrops. So he’s conflicted. He’s been dancing since he was young but he’s found something else he loves! Oh how sad! Fran’s a big drama queen but he’s got such a diverse circle of friends: the writers, actors, dancers, art kids, he knows tons of people and is always out and about! If he sees you crying in the dressing room he’ll run over and hug you! But if you’re his dancing partner he can be very picky “Ugh, NON, stop sickling your foot it looks atrocious!”
S.Italy: Oooooooh boy, Lovino to be a photographer for big brands like GUCCI or Louis Vuitton! But you gotta start at the bottom and work your way up! Lovi is extremely short tempered when he has to work with people his own age and has made his brother cry many times by yelling and nagging. “NO! Look at the CAMERA not ME! You idiot now look! You moved and now he shot’s blurry, nice job!” But despite that, you’ll still find him crying as he edits photos cause he waited until the last possible movement to turn everything in and now he’s gotta cram! But then his perfectionist side kicks in and then he cries even MORE cause ‘I don’t have enough time to make the picture perfect but it needs to look perfect! But I don’t have enough time-‘
N.Italy: Feli wants to be a PAINTER and not just any painter, a realist painter. He loves taking Lovi’s pictures to paint! He goes around and will take pictures of students, with their permission, and will paint them super realistically! He’s painted Ivan and Yao many times cause they’re his buddies and he appreciates them so much!! He’s been to every show their school has put on and he’s always there to cheer others on at art shows, even if he didn’t submit anything to that show. He and Matt work together in the studio sometimes! Matt will let him paint a sculpture or Feli will paint Matt whike he’s working. Feli talks and talks while Mattie listens without a complaint :)
Prussia: Gil is a band boy, he plays the saxophone, clarinet and flute. He’s got a big ol’ lung capacity! He loves music and uses it as a coping mechanism. When he’s having Albino Aches, he plays music to get through it, when he’s frustrated with his peers he plays the sax dramatically and if he’s feeling like a gremlin, he’ll play All Star on the flute to annoy Francis during practice. “Gil! Get out of here!” *vigorous flute sounds*. Gil plays in the pit for shows so even though you don’t see him much, he’s loud and he’s there! He and Yao DONT get along cause Yao is very very serious about music while Gil is just good at it and enjoys it. He doesn’t plan on making a career out of it but he’s having a great time while he’s playing!
Germany: Lud is in an advanced choir and has such a beautiful singing voice UGH DUDE! He gets super embarassed when you compliment him or when Gilbert’s yelling ‘THATS MY BABY BROTHER!! WOOO!!!!’ From the crowd. He’s a freshman there but he auditioned for a hiiiigh up choir and easily got in! He takes great care of his voice, no unnecessary yelling and definetly no smoking. He chides others in his choir for doing so but hey, at the end of the day, Lud knows he’ll just take their places when they ruin their voices! Lud wants to make a career out of singing cause he just...Loves it so much. He worries so much about being in a real serious choir one day :0 His worst fear is that he’ll fail every auditom he goes to! His dad assures him that that won’t happen...And he trusts his dad...So he’ll power through it and sing his kil’ heart out
Japan: Kiku and a few friends want to make their own manga one day! That’s the goal! But for now, they’re all settling for advanced drawing classes and painting classes. They don’t exactly have manga courses at school so they practice that on their own time. They’ve made a bunch of friends through their art program though! And since Kiku speaks English, Japanese and Chinese, he tutors other students who wish to learn those languages! That way he gets money to buy fancy copics :) he doesn’t work for the big showcases or anything like that, he prefers to keep to himself, but his teachers put his art in school art shows constantly!
Long postttttt thanks for reading :) yeeeehaw!
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*CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT,READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*
Chapter 9 - I’ve Been Away Too Long
Seattle Washington, July 28 1984
(Chris is 20, Andi is 20)
CHRIS: I was tightening the bolt to one of the symbols on my drum set, that I had situated in the living room of a small 2 and a half bedroom apartment - the half part is the small little den room that I'm taking - that I'm sharing with my new band mates, Hiro Yamamoto and Kim Thayil in the University District of Seattle. I answered an ad in the local Seattle paper 'The Stranger' for a couple of 'dudes' looking for a drummer/singer for a band they were trying to start. I answered the ad and met Hiro first and we hit it off really well I think. I mean he is a little older than me - they both are -but he's into the same kinda stuff that I like to play so... which lead me to meeting Kim just a few days later and we hit it off really well too.
Kim went to school with Hiro so they were already close. After a few band practices with them, Hiro just asked me if I wanted to just move in so we could basically play as much as we could. I was all for it, since I really didn't have a place to stay at all. We've lived together now for a couple of months now and it's actually pretty freaking cool. Since the neighborhood is riddled with college and university kids, we can play until like 3 in the morning and no one even gives a shit how loud we are.
I left home not too long after my 18th birthday and I've been staying with friends, basically couch surfing until my brother Peter found out and said I could stay with him until I found a place on my own. I just couldn't stay in that house with my mom anymore. I'm not going to get into specifics but let's just say that we weren't getting along anymore. Honestly, I don't think we ever got along really well, but I did get along better with her than I ever did with my dad.
The stuff that we are coming up with though, is really fucking cool. the first few times we were jamming together, we wrote like 5 songs in just a couple of days. A lot of it is instrumental though, but there are a couple that we wrote that I have put some lyrics to and I'm going to try them out when Kim gets here. It's my first try at writing something that isn't some sort of sappy poem, and I want to make sure it sounds great. Not to discount the poem that I wrote for Andi when I was 16 or anything, I mean... I didn't want to tell her that's what it was. Fuck, I couldn't even read it to her I was so self conscious about it. This time is different though.
We did try out a couple of guys to sing for our band but it wasn't working out. So right now I'm sort of drumming and singing, kind of like Phil Collins in Genesis - yea I know, but whatever.
I haven't seen Andi in over 2 years. The last time we were together was when I was still living with my mom. We were hanging out as usual in my basement, listening to tunes and talking like we always do. When she started to tell me a little more about how her dad left - though she did add that they are somewhat ok with each other now - and how he pretty much broke her heart, I knew exactly what would cheer her up, other than me be being silly and making her laugh. I surprised her with a guitar I stole - yea, I know but I didn't have a lot of money ok, and that shit's expensive!
I was pretty fucking sneaky about it too. I borrowed a friends guitar case and went into a shop way over on the east side of town. I pretended to apply for a job and handed the store clerk my resume. When he went into the back room, I quickly swiped a guitar from one of the displays and put it in the case. I had no idea which one I grabbed, all I knew was that I had to do it quickly. When the clerk came back out of the room and informed me to fill out an application, my fucking heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to crack and have a heart attack, but the clerk never noticed a thing. I took the application and walked right out of the store and never looked back. I still can't believe I got away with that. I'll never do anything like that again though. I mean I'm no stranger to stealing - though I knew that I shouldn't have - but it was always just small stuff like records from peoples houses, breaking in and fucking shit up.
Anyways, I didn't tell her that I stole it, but I have a feeling she kind of knew, since it was an '81 black Gibson Les Paul Standard which was pretty much 12 hundred bucks that I just walked out of the store with.
She was so cute when she would play it. I didn't have an amp or anything so her playing it 'unplugged' so to speak was funny, especially when she would get so silly with trying to make it loud. I ended up saving up enough money from my job at the Ray's Boathouse diner and bought a little used amp. Listening to her play through that thing was amazing. I never really gravitated towards the guitar since I started out with drums first. I did take piano lessons when I was really little but I just didn't keep up with it. Like I said before though, as soon as my mom got me that drum set, that's where the passion started for me. When Andi left, I started to play around with that guitar, just to get a feel for it and it was actually pretty cool. I mean I'm not as good as she is, but I'm not bad at it either. I waited for her to come back so that I could show her a few things but, she never did.
Weeks and weeks went by and nothing. Then the weeks turned into months and still she never showed up. It pretty much threw me back into the depression I had before she showed up, so I started playing just to get some feelings out and it has helped me with my writing. I know it's not her fault and I know she can't help it but I hate it more than anything, especially since I never got the chance to tell her how I feel. She probably is just doing better now and that's why she hasn't slipped. I just miss her so much. I still haven't told a single soul about her like I promised. It's strange though not telling anyone, almost like is she really real? Or is she just all in my head and I'm crazy? Anyways...
"Hey," Kim says as he walks through the door as I finish setting up my drums.
"Fuck, finally," Hiro says as he rises from the one reading chair we have in the room.
"Well fuck, did you want beer or not?" Kim says sarcastically as he sets the two 12 packs down on the floor.
"Yea, like an hour ago," Hiro says.
"It was busy, there was a fucking line up around the block for some band playing at that pizza place over on Sydney,"
"What band?" I ask.
"I don't know I think it was Skin Yard, or somethin'" Kim says opening up his guitar case and cracking a beer at the same time.
"You wanna go check them out?" I ask.
"I thought we were gonna jam," Kim says taking a sip.
"We can do that when we get back. C'mon lets check' em out... see just why they have a line up around the block," I say flipping my curls out of my face and heading to the door, patting Kim on the shoulder as I walk by. Kim raises his eyebrow at Hiro and he shrugs while I throw on my leather jacket.
"You guys comin' or what?" I ask as I look back at them, turning the apartment door knob, then making my way out into the hallway and down the stairs while Kim and Hiro follow me.
*****
Mourning Star Pizza and Pub, Seattle Washington
It was a short walk to the pizza place that was pretty much just around the corner and you could see the kids lining up to get in. It was pretty much your typical pizza place which was also a bar and night club. I think the owner was just like 'I wanna open an everything kind of bar' and came up with that so he would get business but it seems to be working. Kim was apparently exaggerating a little cause the line wasn't around the block, but it was lined up out the door.
"Dude, it's like 4 bucks to get in, we wont have any money left to drink," Hiro says and reaches into his pocket to scrape together some money.
"We got beer at home, I just wanted to see what the band is like," I say reaching into the pocket of my leather jacket and pulling out a few dollar bills. I turn back to see Kim had a beer still in his hand as we were moving up in the line.
"What? I'm thirsty alright?" Kim chuckles and then downs the last of it, setting the empty bottle down on the curb. I shake my head and chuckle turning back to move up even further in the line, and a few minutes later we were inside.
The band was already playing and you could hear the booming sound of the drums echoing throughout the place. It was a small place so it seemed like there was more people inside than there actually was, but mostly everyone was ordering and eating pizza than paying any attention to the band.
They sounded heavy, like, really heavy almost brooding. Not like the stuff that Kim, Hiro and I were coming up with at all. It was awesome and man, that drummer can fucking play.
"Fuck, I didn't know it was Matt's band what the hell?" Kim says, somehow appearing with a beer for me and Hiro.
"Matt?" I ask, taking the beer from him and taking a sip.
"Yea, he's drumming. Oh wait, yea, you haven't met him yet," Kim says taking a sip of his beer.
"Alright guys, we're just gonna take a short break, have some drinks or whatever..." The lead singer says into the mic and everyone seems to immediately pile off the stage.
"Hey, how are ya? I didn't know you guys were showing up,"
Matt Cameron, a tall, lean long haired blonde, wearing a loose plain black tank and ripped baggy jean shorts walks up to us and shakes Kim's hand.
"I had no idea it was you playing tonight, when did you start playing for Skin Yard?" Kim asks.
"Actually, not that long ago. Their former drummer just like, up and quit on them so I just sort of slid myself in there I guess," He chuckles.
"You're Chris right? I saw you when you were playing with The Shemps, like a couple of years ago now. You fucking blew me away man," Matt says when he sees me and holds out his hand for me to shake.
"Yea? Thanks," I say and shake his hand. Hiro then comes over and joins us as well all start with some small talk and I get to know Matt a little more. After a while, I really needed to use the bathroom so I excuse myself to make my way passed the large crowd of people, towards the back of the bar, down the long hallway. Since the place was so crowded I ended up bumping into a few people while on my way to the washroom which was only slightly annoying.
"Fuck, watch it man," a large guy says to me. I apologize and just as I was turning to go into the washrooms, I bump into a girl who was looking down, fixing her Ramones tank top.
"Shit, I'm sorry - wait, Andi?" I ask when I catch her and she looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, her gorgeous dark curls flowing down passed her shoulders and much longer than they were the last time I saw her.
"Holy shit, I - "
"Shhh," She hushes me, placing her forefinger against my lips, taking my hand and leading me passed the bathrooms and out the back entrance to the parking lot.
"Andi?"
"Is it only you here?" She asks as she takes me around to the back side of the building away from everyone.
"No, but wait - when did you come from? I mean well, when did you get here - or -" I start but she hushes me again looking around the corner of the building for a moment, then turns back to face me.
"Sorry I, I just didn't want anyone to see you with me, cause well - you know," She says looking up into my eyes and for a moment we stand there looking at each other and I suddenly pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her, embracing her in a hug. Her small arms reach into my leather jacket and snake around me as she giggles a little with her face practically buried in my shoulder as I hold her to me. The feeling of her in my arms sends my heart soaring.
"My god it's so good to see you," I say as I continue to hold her.
"I guess it's been a while eh?" She says so cutely, turning slightly to look up at me. I nod still holding her to me, closing my eyes and just relishing in the moment with her.
"I uh, slipped into your bathroom but the basement was different. I guess you moved?" She says as I finally let her go from our embrace.
"Yea, I moved out about a year and a half ago now. Wait - did my mom see you?" I ask as I look into those beautiful eyes of hers and brush a curl away from her face.
"No, no one was home, but I found an address that your mom wrote down - 18th and Roosevelt?" She asks.
"Oh yea, that's my new place. I'm uh sharing it with my band mates. Weird how my mom knew though. Peter must have told her," I say glancing down at my feet.
"Weird, why is it weird?" She asks.
"Oh, um, nothing... no reason," I say hoping Andi will just leave it so I don't have to explain. I glance back at her and she gives me a concerned look but doesn't say anything.
"You, um... do you want to come back and see my place?" I ask after a few moments.
"I do... but..." Her eyes light up for a moment but then her expression changes to worry when she realizes that I don't live by myself.
"There's no one home right now, they're all inside the bar... It's ok no one will see you," I re-assure her in my best convincing flirtatious voice. She glances at the back door to the Pub and then around the parking lot, her dark curls gently moving in the cool evening breeze, then looking back up at me.
"Ok," She says and with that, a smile spreading across my lips, I take her hand in mine and lead her down the sidewalk to my apartment.
*****
"So um... you never said when you're from?" I ask as we walk down the side walk, her hand in mine with her fingers laced through.
"Um... 1991. What year is this?" She says quietly looking around for a moment and then glancing up at me.
"'84..." I say as I pat down my chest looking for my cigarettes. I then let go of her hand for a moment to take one out and light it up.
"'84? When was the last time I was here with you?" She asks raising her eyebrows in disbelief.
"It's been a couple of years," I say exhaling a cloud of smoke and we keep walking.
"Is everything ok?" I ask glancing down at her and taking another drag of my cigarette.
"Yea... why?" She says flipping her curls out of her face as the breeze blows through.
"No reason... just you usually slip back in time if you're stressed out or... you know, if your seizures start acting up," I say. She glances ahead and then down at her feet as we keep walking and I feel her squeeze my hand for a moment and I have a feeling that she just doesn't really want to talk about it.
"It's nothing you need to worry about," She says.
In pretty much no time we were back at my apartment. Once we are inside, I show her around a little bit, through there really isn't much to see, it's so small.
"You kept the Gibson?" She says as she walks over to the corner of the living room where I had it set up beside my drum set.
"Well yea," I chuckle as I move over to the door to my bedroom.
"Funny, you still take that on stage and play it, even though..." She says quietly to herself which I almost didn't catch.
"Huh?" I ask, not sure if I heard her right.
On stage? Wait... what?
"Nothing, never mind," She waves it off as she turns back to face me, flipping her curls out of her face. For a moment I was confused but then she walks over to me and I completely forgot about it.
"...and this is my room," I say as I open the door to the den, the door barely opening all the way because of where I had to put my bed. She walks in and looks around for a few moments, then back at me, giving me the sweetest smile she could and then she immediately finds a spot right on my bed, sitting cross legged, patting the space in front of her for me to sit down.
"Let's catch up... tell me everything," She says so cutely as she pushes her curls behind her ear. I give her a coy smile and slide my leather jacket off, setting it down on the bed. I flip my curls out of my eyes and move over to sit across from her much like I did when I was still living at my moms.
"Everything huh? Like what?" I say.
"Like, anything... anything you want to tell me... or not. We can just sit here and hang out or... I don't know..." She trails off and gives me that cute little smile across those perfect lips that I so desperately just want to kiss.
"There really isn't much I could tell you, everything is still the same other than I live here and I have a different band now," I say.
"I just feel bad that I haven't been back in so long," She trails off and looks down at her hands.
"Well you could tell me what's been happening, if we're together at all?" I ask.
"Chris..." She giggles.
"You've never told me if we are or not, You say we meet in 1988 but you never tell me anything beyond that," I say, sounding a little resentful but not meaning to.
"Chris - "
"Andi, I just want to know. I don't want to go through missing you like I have been, when you leave again, because I know you're going to end up leaving again. At least if you just tell me now than it wont hurt so much when you go because I know I will see you again," I say.
"Chris - "
"-Andi,"
"Chris I love you ok? I've been trying to say that but you wont shut the hell up," She giggles as she reaches out for me, cupping my face in her hands and touching her forehead to mine, looking straight into my eyes.
"Really?"
She nods so cutely, biting her bottom lip and without even thinking I press my lips to hers, finally feeling what it's like to kiss those perfect lips of hers that I've so desperately craved since the moment I met her.
I move my hands to pull her into me as she shifts herself to sit in my lap, my tongue swiping across her bottom lip, her fingers lacing through my hair. She feels so amazing, her skin so incredibly soft as I slide my fingers under her shirt and trail them across the small of her back. As my tongue plays with hers, my hands make their way up under her shirt, discovering that she's not wearing a bra at all
Fucking Christ that's hot.
She begins to move her hips ever so slightly against me and I could feel my erection growing taller inside my jeans. She drops her hands from my hair, immediately moving down to the bottom of my white tank top and for a split second she breaks away from my lips to pull it up over my head. She tosses my shirt somewhere in my room and then lifts her own shirt up over her head, tossing it in the same direction, her dark curls falling down around her.
I can't fucking believe how beautiful she is, completely topless in front of me. I mean I know I've somewhat seen her naked before but that was under different circumstances. My eyes flick over her, landing at her gorgeous breasts, full but not too full... you know, just perfect, and I draw her back into my arms, my chest pressing to hers as I brush her curls off her shoulder and place my lips to her neck. She sighs so sweetly as my lips trail down, she arches her back, her hips moving even more so and my erection at this point is practically bursting out of my jeans.
In one movement, I lay her down on my bed, her cute giggles filling the room as I do so. She positions herself underneath me while my lips trail down to her nipple, gently flicking it with my tongue as her fingers lace themselves through my hair, her letting out the most wonderful sighs as I play. All I can fucking think about is how I want to be inside her but I know I should take this slow.
My hands make their way down to the rim of her ripped jeans and I quickly unbutton them and pull down the zipper. I part my lips from her for a moment to swiftly remove her jeans while she helps by kicking them off and I drop them to the floor. Seeing her in her lacy black panties makes me want to rip them off her, cave man style, but instead she takes the hint and slowly but seductively removes them and tosses them on the floor with her jeans.
"Now let me," She says and sits up for a moment, her hand moving to my jeans and quickly unbuttoning them, pulling down the zipper and instantly my cock springs out before her.
Jesus I knew I was hard but this is a whole other level
I give her a coy smile as she looks up at me, and suddenly her lips are full on around the tip. I let out a groan in surprise then close my eyes and relish in the feeling of those perfect lips around my dick.
Fuck this is like nothing I've ever felt before. I mean, well I've had my fair share of being with a few girls but nothing like this at all. She knows exactly what I like just the way I like it. Especially since she is sucking me perfectly, her tongue swirling around and flattening at just the right moment, her hand gripping me and squeezing, moving at just the right speed and I swear to god I'm not going to be able to take it much longer.
"Oh shit... Andi," I exhale and pull myself away from her and she looks up at me worried with slight disappointment.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asks.
"No, no... fuck no, just... if you keep doing that, I'm gonna..." I start to pant and she bites her bottom lip again. She then places a kiss on my abs, right below my belly button and leans herself back on her elbows, wasting no time in opening her legs for me.
"You're gonna what?" She asks innocently, her dark eyes gleaming and I just couldn't help myself. I move my hands to her thighs, trailing my fingers up closer to her center using my fingers to reveal that perfect little pink nub. As soon as I place my lips, gently sucking at first and flicking my tongue, she lets out the most beautiful moan, raising her arms above her head.
"Oh my god, Chris," She exhales as I slip a finger inside her, softly teasing and prodding, feeling her hips respond to my playing. The wetter she becomes, the harder I feel myself grow but I am determined to make her cum first. I want her to. I want to hear her scream my name. I suck her little pink nub just a little harder and flick my tongue, circling around as each moan she lets out fills the room.
"Chris," She whimpers but I don't let up. I continue sucking as I slip another finger in and I feel at any moment she is about to cum. Then just like I wanted, she cries out and I continue to play her through it. After a couple of moments, I lift myself away from her and I look up to see her hands over her eyes, panting as she tries to come down from her high.
"Andi?"
"Yea?" She says in a small voice.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
"Uh huh... just, oh my god," She starts to giggle.
"What?"
"That was fucking amazing," She says and a smile spreads across my face. I glance down and see that I'm still so incredibly hard. Harder than I've ever felt in my life. I swiftly reach over into the drawer of the little side table that was beside my bed and pull out a condom. Just as I was about to open it, Andi reaches up and takes it from me.
"It's ok we don't need it," She says. I raise my eyebrow at her a little confused as she puts it back in the drawer but I'm not going to protest since I fucking hate wearing those things anyways. She leans back and I move myself over top of her, leaning down and pressing my lips to her stomach first and placing soft sweet kisses up to her chest, then to her nipple once more. Her fingers make their way back through my hair as I tease her nipple with my tongue, hearing her sigh against me. She wraps her legs around my hips and I take her in my arms, position myself perfectly, and push myself inside her.
I go slow at first realizing that she is having a little trouble adjusting to my size but as I thrust a few times, relishing in the feeling of her, she responds. Her hips move matching my rhythm as she grips me in the most perfect way. I bury my face in her gorgeous dark hair, feeling her hands move up my back and digging her fingers into my skin.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good inside me," She moans throwing her head back as I place my lips against her throat. The sound of her words instantly send me over the edge as her hips move with me.
"I'm... I'm gonna cum," I manage to get out wishing it could last longer but knowing I can't hold back anymore.
"Fuck, yes, do it," She pants, and with a few more hard thrusts, I release, crying out as I bury my face in her hair once more. After a few moments of coming down together, I lift my head up from her hair, placing my hands on either side of her face, brushing some of her curls out of her eyes, and looking into those dark eyes of hers.
"So, I take it you love me too?" She says with a coy smile which makes me laugh.
"Oh, Andi... you have no idea," I chuckle and she laughs.
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Where have you been?! DarkLightCon 3 :)
I was in Paris this weekend (April 27th-28th) for the french Supernatural convention in Paris. And guys, it was fantastic!!!!! I went to the previous editions in 2017 & 2018 and I have to say it’s getting better and better. First because the guests list was pretty awesome (we had 5 guests in 2017 & this year we had 11, including Alexander Calvert). Second, because People Con (the con organizer) listens fans for improving the organization. Big kudos to Brice & Vanessa & all the crew <3
[Long post under the cut • Forgive my grammar, I’ve learned english by watching TV shows :p]
First things first, let’s debunk some weird things I’ve read on twitter.
“They were mean with Rob. They boo-ed him”. That’s not what happened. Let’s talk about context cause guys, context is important. On friday, just before the karaoke, they were projecting the season 14 finale. On saturday, when the guests went on stage for the opening ceremony, the audience was cheering them and Matt or Seb Roché (I think it was Matt) said, showing Rob, “you should “boo” him, you saw what he did” (referring to Chuck/God in the season finale). The audience & the cast started to “booo” Rob, then everyone was laughing. During his speech at the closing ceremony, Rob said that he always feels really loved and welcomed when he comes in #DLC (he’s on the guest list since the first con).
“They translate everything in french, they speak french” Guys, this is a convention in Paris, France. It’s small, maybe 400 people & 95% are french. So obviously, we speak french. That being said, I think almost everyone speaks english too. There were 7 panels with maybe 50 questions and only 2 were asked in french from people who weren’t comfortable enough to speak english in front of the cast & the audience. At PO & auto, I heard everyone speak in english to the cast. Everything is translated both in french & english (schedule, PO & autos call, speech.....). Guests answers are translated in french by Fanny, who did an incredible job. She doesn't translate everything, just the most important parts and it lasts 1-2 minutes max. And it’s funny cause she’s on stage with the guests & they interact with her. For the record, Alexander tried to answer in french. He’s not bad at it & understands it pretty well :)
Now, best surprises
Alexander Calvert. I knew he was nice from what I see on Twitter but he’s young and I admit I was afraid to feel a bit lost at his panel like I was at Osric Chau’s last year (they were talking about manga & video games which I know jack squat about) but it was quite the opposite. I even got to ask him a question! Alex is truly a sweetheart. Extremely cute & kind & shy & lovely.
David Haydn-Jones. You know how much I can’t stand Ketch but I didn’t think anything in particular about DHJ. My girl @jensendreamland loves him & when we knew he was coming this year, I said “fuck it” you need to meet him, I’m going with you. David is very kind & welcoming & cares about fans.
Kim & Briana. OH MY CHUCK they are even more gorgeous when you see them face to face. (I told Briana twice). I had them signed my copy of FDEWB. I only miss Rachel Miner, Gil McKinney (I’m pretty confident to meet them someday, they both could come in Paris) & Jared’s (my Holy Graal)
Sebastian Roché. That man I swear, he’s such a goofball. He didn’t answer any question. He was just happy to interact with the audience in french. He tried to find a girlfriend for a dude who was single & he made us sing My Heart Will Go On. I never laughed so hard at a panel.
The organization
People Con knows the business. Everything went pretty smoothly & on time except for Sunday afternoon (they were running a bit late for Briana M&G).
➕ You can win PO or coupons during the trivia sessions :)
➖ The PO photographers. Some weren’t very professional. And the background was too dark.
About the videos
You won’t see any cause videos aren’t allowed at the convention. Simply because People Con sells DVDs for each edition including Panels, exclusive interviews & Rob’s concert.
To sum up
A great great weekend. I’ll be there for the next edition #DLC4 (PC will announce dates & guests soon). We are blessed with an amazing cast & it’s always a pleasure to meet them. You know, I’m married, have 2 kids, a full time job, a house & bills to pay. I can’t travel around the world & spend tons of money for a convention, even if I’m dying to meet the js. #DLC is a breath of fresh air & allows me to fangirl with my friends for a whole weekend.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask me via DM on tumblr or twitter 😉
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ahhhhh your fics are adorable i love them
Oof, so late but I loved writing this. The fic’s under the cut!
“What’s up, people? Lead guitarist in the building! What’s on the agenda tonight?” Lance dropped his guitar, gently, on the couch in the studio. He plopped down beside Allura, slyly wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
He looked around at his glum-faced bandmates, Hunk even playing a sad tune on the bass and Keith tapping on the bass drum of his drum set lighting as he air drummed a new beat for one of Voltron’s songs.
Allura and Coran both seemed on edge and Lance rose an inquisitive brow when he noticed the absence of their lead singer and guitarist, Shiro.
“Uhhh,” he drawled, “Where’s Shiro?”
Keith struck the cymbals in fury and the loud clang echoed through the studio’s walls and Allura winced at the action.
He rose an eyebrow and glared at Keith, “What’s your problem?”
Keith snapped his head towards Lance and looked at him with a murderous glare. Though, before he could say anything, Allura quickly spoke in a soothing voice in an attempt to soothe the imminent fight.
“Shiro was caught in a car accident this morning,” she announced quietly, her blue eyes finding their place on the floor and Lance gaped at the team.
“What?” He whispered, an incredulous look on his face, “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine for now,” Keith answered, his arms crossed abd his usual angry put on his lips, “The drunk driver hit him head on and a glass shard cut across his nose and a fire burned half his arm.”
Hunk then laid a hand on his shoulder, “We were waiting for you before we would leave to visit him, Keith went earlier.”
Lance’s eyes widened at the news and he looked around, “Well, why are we waiting? Come on, let’s go!”
The team spent the whole afternoon with their newly crippled friend. Shiro laid on the hospital bed, him looking paler than Lance had ever seen him.
Shiro, despite having been on the brink of death a few hours ago was already making dad jokes about his injury and the group was glad that Shiro is still their Shiro, even if he was missing an arm.
“Dr. Sam Holt said he’d bring me a special prosthetic later today so I can see if I want it,” Shiro announced after a moment of silence.
“The dude from the Garrison?” Hunk asked, his eyes lighting up at the mention of the brilliant scientist.
Shiro chuckled and nodded, “Yes, that’s him, Hunk. He’s gonna be coming with Matt and Katie, too.”
Keith rose a brow from his position sitting on the arm of a chair, Allura leaning on him from between his legs, “Matt’s little sister’s coming?”
Shiro nodded, “She’s a great singer, I was hoping she can sing in the gigs I’ll be missing.”
Lance’s mind flashes with his memories of the smart girl in his engineering classes from the Garrison. The pretty genius in his class can sing and play? He almost scoffed. No one’s that perfect.
Lance furrowed his eyebrows, “What? Her?”
Shiro sighed, “Yes, Lance. She’ll be a great replacement for now and I have a feeling you’re gonna like her.”
Before Lance could say anything, though, the three Holts walked in. His tongue caught in between his teeth when his blue eyes were captivated in her mesmerizing hazels. A smirk playing on her lips when she catches him watching her.
He would have to wait and see.
“Alright, Katie-” Keith began.
“You can call me Pidge,” Katie corrected, wrinkling her nose and fixing her glasses on her nose. Her headphones laying atop her head in an adorable way.
Hunk chuckled and Lance rose a brow, “Like a Pigeon?”
Katie huffed, “Are you serious? That’s the oldest joke in the book.”
Lance smirked, “It’s not in the book. No one’s nicknamed Pidge except for you, Katie.”
Pidge lifted her hand in a vulgar symbol, sending Lance in a fit of laughs and Keith rolled his eyes, “Okay, Pidge, can you sing any rock song that comes to your head? We need to see if this collaboration will work.”
Pidge rose a thumbs up and she strummed the strings on her guitar.
A quick intro started on the speakers, the tune immediately reminding Lance of the early 2000′s era of music.
So what if I came cleanAnd told you all you mean to meSo what if I meant every word I saidBaby don’t let it go to your head
Lance was shocked. There was no way that voice was Pidg-Katie’s. It was too perfect for their style. It was perfect.
So what if I write your name‘Cause you’re always on my brainIn a heart, I paint it crimson redBaby don’t let it go to your head
Now is when Lance truly listens to the lyrics and he starts blushing as Pid-Katie! looks at him with that look. His face turns crimson as he realizes he kinda likes it.
Don’t be getting any big ideasLet me make it clear
Just 'cause I can’t go onJust 'cause I die when you’re goneJust 'cause I think of you in bedDon’t let it go to your headIf I looked in your eyesOne, two, too many timesAnd memorized every word you saidDon’t let it go to your head
Keith signals for her to stop and she does, her eyes looking up owlishly at the group and smiles.
Keith nods, “Shiro was right, you are perfect for our style. Where did you learn to sing like that?”
She shrugs, “I just sing over your songs and learn your style. No biggie.”
Keith nods and, for conversation, asked as he jotted down, “Which’s your favorite?”
She smiles smugly and eyes Lance, “What I Need. I think Lance wrote it, right?”
Oh, God his heart stopped. Take him to space hospital because this girl’s out of this world.
Lance nodded dumbly and Keith eyed him suspiciously before turning to Allura, “Well? Allura, you’re the manager here.”
She smiles and says, “You’re perfect for the job, Pidge, thank you.”
Hunk cheered, “Yes, you were awesome!”
She smiled and looked expectantly at the suspiciously quiet Latino. Keith noticed this and he elbowed him. Lance jolted and said the first thing in his mind, “FNCK YES!”
Allura glared at the vulgar vocabulary and Keith chuckled as Lance gushed at the petite girl, a deep blush in his voice.
Hope you liked it! Sorry again for the tardiness and thanks for the ask! This is the song Pidge sang: Don’t Let it Go to Your Head by Fefe Dobson. It’s such a Plance song and you can’t tell me otherwise.
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AN INTERVIEW WITH NOAH!
Welcome to Way Out Records, Jules.
You did a great job at capturing the essence of Noah Puckerman, and we’re hype to have you in the group! We loved the addition of gifs in the interview portion, and we can’t wait to see where you go with the character.
Please get your account to us within 24 hours. We look forward to rping with you!
THE MUSE…
CHARACTER: Noah Puckerman.
FACE CLAIM: Tyler Hoechlin.
DIGGING DEEPER…
Puck’s not a snitch, but not just in that way. He’s loyal to those he trusts. If he considers you a friend, he’d do anything for you. He’d lie, he’d steal, whatever it was that friend needed. However, it takes a bit to get on his friend side. He puts people through what he calls, Puck Tests, where he shares a little bit of information with them and see if it gets around. If it does, you’re a snitch and he’ll remind you at all times. Take Matt for example. Instead of talking shit and getting hit, Puck’s just talking shit right back to him. Teenager Puck would’ve beat the crap out of him but he’s more mature now and way more sophisticated.
With the money that he does earn, he’ll make sure to occasionally splurge it on his mom as a thank you for putting up with his shit all her life. If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be living what he calls the dream. The main reason he was hesitant about going out to LA was because he knew that everything he did on then would remind him of his dad. First off, his dad was the one who gave him a guitar to begin with so Puck would shut up. His dad thought his son spoke a bit too much. Thankfully, that was the one thing his dad ever got right. He was a natural at it and would pay for guitar lessons with some guy outside of the local 7/11 if Puck gave him some of his dad’s microbrew. His dad also abandoned his family and he didn’t want his mom to think that he was doing that. He was the man out of the house at that point and he wasn’t going to put her through that again. Luckily, she convinced him.
He’s never ever settled down before. He’s has a few hook-ups that have lasted longer than he wants, but his brain has never been emotionally ready for some romantic things. He couldn’t take a person a date, that’s not his style. Maybe one day but for now, he’s content with hooking up with groupies and fans and keeping a strictly physical relationship with one Tina Cohen-Chang.
THE INTERVIEW PORTION…
WHAT IS ONE BIG THING THAT’S INSPIRED YOU IN YOUR CAREER?
“I’m gonna be honest because that’s the type of dude I am. Kush. I get my best ideas when I’m working a little assistance. Wait shit are we talking about like people? Cause then that’d be my family minus my dad. So my mom and my little sister. Like sometimes my little sister is such a little shit but they both tell me when to get my head outta my ass and that’s why I love ‘em.”
WHAT DO YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT WHAT YOU DO?
“It’s epic when you hear people cheering for you while you’re playing. I’ve had people hype me up in bed, back when I used to play football, but nothing compares to this shit. I’m a person, y’know? I got lots of anger and everything so playing sorta helps with that too. Music’s an outlet that literally electrocutes me. If you see me spazzing on stage, just let it happen.”
HOW HAVE YOU AND YOUR WORK EVOLVED OVER THE LAST FIVE YEARS?
"I’ve grown up a lot. I’m in my thirties now, I’m like a totally different dude. I have my band’s music and also my music. Bone Apple Tea is something new and something I’ve been working on by myself. It sorta reminds me of francy French chicks which, by the way, are just alright in bed. I’ve had better, just sayin’. I love my band but I’ve always been an independent dude too so it’s nice to just have something for me. Plus my bros are super helpful with backing me up.”
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR WORK WITH WAY OUT RECORDS?
"First off, it’s chill for the most part. Puddle of Peace gets a niceass tour. I get to work my girl, Marls. Marls and I go way back. She’s my sister from another mister. Just to be clear, we don’t actually have the same Dad’s but it feels like that. And Way Out’s been chill about me exploring myself and my music and I need that freedom without having to leave. I got no complaints.”
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Jealousy
Marvel (The Defenders) One Shot
Pairing: Reader x Frank Castle
Other Characters: Franklin “Foggy” Nelson
Warnings: alcohol consumption, fighting, swearing, violence
Request: @fire--pheonix
“I was wondering if you could write a frank castle x reader where they are together and reader is childhood friends with foggy and then when frank sees them together at a bar even though it's just a friendly thing, frank misunderstands and they have an argument. But then reader gets in a sticky situation with either one of Frank's enemy's or like a mugger or smth and frank saves her and ends happily”
Word Count: 1,383
A/N: first frank castle one shot, i hope it’s okay!! this is kinda set before frank goes all vigilante and stuff. also reminder to everyone else that one shots are still closed, this is just part of my giveaway prizes!!
please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!!
Your name: submit What is this?
“Holy crap,” a familiar voice chimed out behind you. “y/n?”
You turned around, a smile lighting up your face as you instantly recognized Foggy. He readjusted the bag strap on his shoulder before opening his arms up and exclaiming, “Well come over here!”
Laughing, you threw your arms around him in a hug as you gushed, “Oh, Foggy, I’ve missed you so much!”
You and Foggy had been best friends since primary school. Your families only lived one block away from each other, so the two of you were often hanging out and playing silly games. The two of you remained friends all through high school, but you were eventually separated when Foggy remained in New York to attend Columbia, and you attended a university in DC. While the two of you kept in touch at first, you eventually drifted apart, becoming absorbed within your own lives. Even when you moved back to New York a few years later, the idea of reaching out to Foggy kept slipping your mind.
“How long have you been back?” Foggy asked, and you gave him a sheepish smile.
“A little over a year.” you admitted, and Foggy’s mouth dropped open. While you were back in New York, you had managed to get a job, and you had started dating someone.
“How have you been back for a year and we’ve not hung out in all that time?” Foggy gasped dramatically, and you laughed. Clapping his hands together, he declared, “Alright, we’re going out for drinks right now. We have got a lot to catch up on.”
You hesitated to respond, before nodding. “Alright, lead the way then!”
“Did you have plans for tonight?” Foggy asked, picking up on your hesitation, and you shook your head.
“I’ll just tell my boyfriend I’ll be home late.” you shrugged, and Foggy wiggled his eyebrows.
“Ooh, a boyfriend?” Foggy teased. “What’s his name?”
A smile floated onto your face. “Frank.”
--
You almost fell off the bar stool from laughing so hard as Foggy told you a story from his Columbia days. He had just told you about his best friend, Matt, and was telling you about all the mischief they had gotten into.
“Oh my God, Foggy.” you gasped. “I knew you could be a troublemaker, but that’s crazy!”
Shaking his head and laughing, Foggy said, “So tell me more about this Frank guy. Did you meet him in DC?”
“No, actually,” you set down your beer bottle. “We met in New York, like, a few months after I had moved back.”
“Is he nice?” Foggy asked, and you smiled at him. You knew you could always trust Foggy to have your back.
“Yeah.” you nodded, feeling slightly flushed upon thinking about him. “I really like him.”
“Well, I’m happy for you.” Foggy grinned, lifting up his glass. You grinned as you lifted your glass and clinked it against his as he cheered, “Welcome back to New York, y/n.”
You were about to thank Foggy when someone cleared their voice behind you, and you spun around, shocked to see Frank standing there. His expression was somewhat closed as his eyes flickered between you and Foggy.
“Hey, buddy, they’re not interested.” Foggy became defensive, completely unaware of who Frank was.
“Foggy, this is Frank.” you awkwardly introduced, and Foggy’s eyes widened as he chuckled nervously. “Frank, this is Foggy. He was my best friend growing up.”
Frank sniffed, clearly unconvinced, and you frowned. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Well, when you texted me that you were going to be home late, I assumed it was because of work.” Frank replied, his voice low. “I was walking over to your office to surprise you, so imagine my surprise when I see you in this bar instead.”
You could sense the hostility in Frank’s tone, and you warily looked back at Foggy, who looked increasingly uncomfortable.
“Look, can we not do this now?” you asked your voice low, and Frank scoffed. “I’m just trying to catch up with my friend.”
“Right.” Frank nodded sarcastically. “Don’t let me interrupt.”
He stormed off, and you stared at him, helpless. You looked at Foggy, who had his lips pressed together in a straight line.
“He seems…” Foggy started. “Interesting.”
His comment was met with silence, before Foggy shook his head. “Go on, then.”
Grabbing your stuff and fishing some cash out of your wallet, you apologized, “I am so sorry, Foggy.”
“We’ll catch up another time.” Foggy suggested, and you smiled at his optimism before rushing after Frank.
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“I can’t believe you!” you exclaimed, storming over to where Frank was sitting on the couch, watching TV. “What, I can’t just have a night out with a friend?”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Frank angrily shut off the TV and glared at you. “How was I supposed to know that Fog dude was your friend, and not someone you’re cheating on me with!”
“His name is Foggy, first of all,” you corrected, and Frank rolled his eyes as you continued. “And I didn’t think it would be such a big deal!”
“So you and Foggy are just friends, huh?” Frank asked, unconvinced. “Seemed like the two of you were having a great time.”
“You know, your jealousy can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.” you hissed, and Frank shook his head. He was about to yell something in retaliation before you interjected, “I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit tonight.”
Before Frank could stop you, you grabbed your coat and keys and headed out. Storming after you, Frank yelled, “It’s past midnight and you’re going out alone?”
“Beats being with you right now!” you retorted, slamming the apartment door behind you shut.
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You pulled your coat tighter around your body as you stomped down the dimly lit street. Only a few convenience stores were open, and there were a few strangers moping around. You had no idea where you were going, but you just needed to get some air and clear your head.
You turned down on corner, and stopped dead in your tracks when you realised it let to a dead end. You turned around to walk somewhere else, when you noticed there was someone behind you.
“Excuse me.” you said, attempting to be assertive as the uneasy feeling in your chest grew. The man didn’t move, and you raised your voice. “Excuse me, sir-”
The man suddenly produced a knife from his pocket, and you stumbled backwards as he held it up to your chin. “Give me your wallet.”
“I… I…” you stammered, unable to form words. “I don’t have it-”
The man suddenly lunged at you, roughly shoving you against the wall and running his hands up and down your coat, trying to find something to take from you. You tried to shove him away, but he held the knife to your throat, and you gulped. You feared the worst when someone suddenly pulled the mugger away, punching him across the face and knocking him unconscious. The mugger fell to the ground as the man picked up his knife and threw it into the nearby dumpster bin. You were about to run away when the man stepped into the light, and you realised it was Frank.
“Oh, Frank.” you breathed out a sigh of relief, throwing your arms around him.
“Are you okay?” Frank asked, cupping your face in his hands as he looked you up and down. You nodded shakily, and Frank pulled you towards him again as he whispered, “Don’t ever go storming off like that again.”
“Were you following me?” you asked.
“Of course I was.” Frank responded. “Because first of all, you shouldn’t be walking alone at night. And secondly, I’d never forgive myself if I let something happen to you.”
He pulled away slightly, kissing your forehead as he continued, “I love you, okay? I don’t want to lose you.”
“I’m sorry for calling you a pain in the ass.” you blurted, your voice muffled into his chest, and Frank chuckled.
“I shouldn’t have made assumptions about you and Fog. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.” Frank replied, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“Jesus, Frank, It’s Foggy.” you corrected him again, and Frank snorted. “But apology accepted.”
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MCU Danny Rand Week: Day 3
A Favorite Relationship
We are (gasp) not going to be talking about Danny and Luke (though they are our favorites)! Or Danny and Misty (who we adore in the comics and will be sharing two upcoming shows)! Or Danny and Colleen (who have been wonderful in the Netflix-verse, though we’re still not sold on the necessity of the romance)! We’re not going to take this opportunity to geek out over all the comics-based Danny relationships that we’re so incredibly excited about seeing in the MCU. Trust us... there will be time for all that later, and we’ve already blogged about them quite a bit. Instead, we’ve decided to focus on something unique to the Netflix shows, with which we feel they did an incredible job: the relationship between Danny and Davos.
Danny and Davos do know each other in the comics, of course-- they hate each other’s guts. Davos (AKA Steel Serpent) has been an Iron Fist antagonist since the first solo series, where he introduced himself to Danny by intermittently jumping out from behind buildings and trying to steal his chi.
Davos: “Step into my arms, young fool. [...] Your life is mine for the taking, boy-- but I want more than that. I want what your cursed father denied me. I want the Iron Fist!”
Iron Fist vol. 1 #15 by Chris Claremont, John Byrne, and B. Patterson
(Not creepy at all, dude.)
Danny has no idea who this guy is or why he’s so angry, which adds a certain amount of humor to their early encounters. In fact, Davos doesn’t have anything against Danny himself-- he’s still angry at Danny’s deceased father Wendell, who was his best friend back in K’un-Lun.
Caption: “It’s an unpleasant mixture of feelings you struggle with this day. You cheer on Davos in his bouts, as he does you in yours. You pray you won’t face him. But you study his moves. You look for flaws. ‘If it can’t be me, then let it be you,’ is what you’ve said to one another these past two years. But do you truly mean that...?”
Immortal Iron Fist #10 by Ed Brubaker, Matt Fraction, Kano, et al.
Despite their close friendship, when Wendell beats Davos in the qualifying tournament and wins the right to fight Shou-Lao, Davos goes a little bit nuts. He is the son of Lei Kung the Thunderer, has a big ego (and a few psychological issues-- Lei Kung is a great guy but not the most attentive father), and is convinced that he is destined to be the Iron Fist-- so much so that he does the unthinkable. He runs off to challenge the dragon in secret. But even Shou-Lao doesn’t take him seriously. Davos is left with a few nice scars and a destroyed psyche.
Caption: “But the monster turns and slithers away, back to its cave. It turns its back on you... and you know why. You know it in your heart. It does not find you worthy.”
Immortal Iron Fist #11 by Ed Brubaker, Matt Fraction, Kano, et al.
This crime results in his being kicked out of K’un-Lun, which does not help his mood. Even though Wendell ends up failing in his attempt to be the Iron Fist, Davos is still angry and bitter-- and stuck on Earth, which just makes it all worse. When Danny appears on the scene as the Iron Fist twenty years later, Davos turns this anger and bitterness on him, and-- when he is able to find his way back-- on K’un-Lun in general. He self-styles himself “Steel Serpent” and becomes a nightmare haunting the eternal city-- at best horribly embarrassing, at worst deadly. In his most recent appearance, he aided an invading force in sacking and burning K’un-Lun, then murdered both his father and adorable reborn baby Shou-Lao (thus destroying the entire future of the Iron Fist legacy). Just to make a point, because he’s just that much of a jerkwad.
Davos: “I tried to be reasonable. I really did. I tried to do the right thing! To make amends. But no one ever listens. No one respects me. Not until I do something really, really bad.”
Iron Fist: The Living Weapon #11 by Kaare Andrews
He’s one of those bad guys who is great fun to hate, because he’s a self-centered, violent sore loser with no redeeming qualities, who frequently gets his butt kicked. We really enjoy 616-verse Davos. With all of this in mind, it is amazing that the Netflix show was able to craft a version of the character who we care about on an emotional level-- and a lot of that comes from his complex friendship with Danny.
As much as we like to laugh about comics Davos holding ridiculous cross-generation grudges, this disconnect between him and Danny means their relationship lacks substance. Davos is the eternal evil jerk with a chip on his shoulder, and Danny is perpetually annoyed at him because of this, and that’s pretty much it. By de-aging Davos and transferring his childhood friendship from Wendell to Danny, the Netflix show instantly crafts a dynamic that is far more engaging.
Added to this is the fact that Davos doesn’t appear in-person until the very end of the season. This is effective from a geeky standpoint-- while we assumed he’d be making an appearance, since he’s a core Iron Fist villain, there was no indication in any of the promotional material that he was going to be in the show-- and this made his arrival that much more exciting. But it also allows for his character to be introduced in a really effective way: via Danny. All we know of MCU Davos for the first nine-and-a-half episodes comes from Danny’s fond stories of the shenanigans he and his best friend got up to in K’un-Lun. We love this as fans (one of us is extremely attached to Danny’s happy experiences and friendships in K’un-Lun, so this was a gift), but it’s also a simple but effective way of showing how close they are and how much Danny cares about Davos. It lays the groundwork for that friendship to receive further development-- which it does, in spades, once Davos arrives on Earth.
(Good Davos introductory line, or best Davos introductory line?)
Once he arrives to rescue Danny, we get to see all of this love in person. We are instantly given another shorthand introduction to their closeness in their fight to escape the Hand compound-- which showcases their combat chemistry and the fact that they have been fighting alongside each other for a long time. It’s awesome. Danny finally has an ally that he knows he can count on, and Davos’s willingness to travel all the way from K’un-Lun and to stick by him further cements their bond.
All of this adds power to the undercurrent of pain in their relationship, which becomes more and more apparent the longer Davos sticks around. Just like in the comics, MCU Davos feels robbed-- but he can't just come right out and be furious and bitter about it because he still cares for Danny. There are no awkward chi-stealing hugs here. Instead, Davos’s true feelings are slowly revealed the more he is confronted with them, putting cracks in a friendship in which we are now emotionally invested.
An interesting detail in Davos’s complaints is his assertion that Danny was chosen to fight Shou-Lao. This contradicts Danny’s version of the story, in which he specifically states that he was not chosen-- that he earned the right to face the dragon through hard work and dedication to his training. Obviously, both are biased, but favoritism on the part of Lei Kung and Yu-Ti was part of Davos’s complaints in the comics as well. We never learn the precise details of how Iron Fist candidates are chosen in this universe, but in the comics (as mentioned above) it is tournament-based. In some ways, it’s neat that we don’t find out whose version is closest to the truth (though we’d personally believe Danny over Davos any day). In this fight, both sides have valid points, and that adds nuance to the situation.
Added to this is the fact that their own personal demons are colliding. Davos needs to understand why Danny left. So does Danny. His quest throughout the show is to understand his own motivations, which are being repressed alongside his trauma about his parents’ deaths. He knows he shouldn’t have left. He needs to understand and justify why he felt compelled to do so. When he is unable to give Davos a straight answer about why he abandoned K’un-Lun, Davos gets angrier. When Davos presses Danny about this, digging into that emotional sore spot, Danny gets angrier. At this late point in the show, he has begun to understand that he left because of his parents. But that isn’t a good enough answer for Davos, which just places both of them in even more pain.
As if that weren’t enough, we are then bludgeoned with their inevitable physical brawl and this. There is more to this fight than jealousy. We’ve seen that already. Davos doesn’t just want to take Danny’s chi. This isn’t all about the Iron Fist, and-- though we’d easily believe that this Davos might actually give a damn about K’un-Lun, unlike his comics counterpart-- it’s not about K’un-Lun. Just as Danny disguises his trauma-based need to stay on Earth a little longer as Hand-related, Davos cloaks his pain at having been abandoned by someone he considers a brother with lofty statements about protecting K’un-Lun. That is what’s so fantastic about this version of their dynamic: it’s all personal. Their anger is laced with the pain of the fact that they actually love each other, and want to continue loving each other, and the fact that fighting in this way is hurting them both. It’s brutal-- and we cannot wait to see how this impacts the show’s upcoming take on Davos’s revenge quest. Bring on the trauma.
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Septiplier Porn AU (part 6)
*coughs* I know it's been a while...
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part 6:
“Do it for me?”
Jack’s about to - holy hell is he about to - when his phone rings again. Except that… wait, that’s not his phone…
“You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals, so let’s do it like they do on the–”
“Oh… my…”
“Gettin horny now–!”
“Wow, wow.” Mark goes wide-eyed, staring down his phone. “Oh Matt is fired. Matt is oh-so fired.”
As much as Jack would like to win back the mood, it’s sort of hard to do with Bloodhound Gang playing ominously in the background, though Mark insists he can make it work even as he silences it.
“My first time happened while her parents were listening to the Macarena downstairs,” he tells Jack. “Full blast, haven’t been able to listen to it without getting at least a little aroused since.”
Jack cracks up and winds up on the floor next to the bed, clinging to his sheets. “Oh God. Mine happened after a Slayer concert, met this huge guy in the mosh at the show and we just started making out right after.”
“That actually happened? In real life?”
Jack nods emphatically. “The guy was like 6’2, long wavy hair, full beard, torn-off sleeves and spiky wristbands, you know the whole deal. But he was just, like. this wall of muscle.”
“You had angry metal moshpit sex?”
“He was actually super gentle,” Jack laughs. “I mean really, like the dude took his time. And I was nineteen, I just wanted something, anything to touch my dick. I actually started gettin’ bored for the first part of it.”
“Gentle metal sex,” Mark laughs. “I love it.”
“Best part?” Jack sits up, kneeling on the floor with his arms folded on the bed. “His name was Gerald and he had three cats.”
Mark throws his head back and laughs, and Jack loves the little crinkles in the corners of his eyes. His phone buzzes and Mark groans as he reaches for it.
“Damn it,” he says, reading the message and looking up at Jack with a grimace. “I have to go, like right now.”
“Oh,” is all Jack can say, disappointment crashing on his good mood. “Okay.”
“But this was great,” Mark says, reaching for his pants and shimmying them on. He stops for a moment and crouches down beside Jack. “Hey,” he says, and when Jack turns to face him Mark plants a soft kiss on his mouth.
“You’re great,” Mark tells him emphatically, and Jack hates how easily he blushes at this. “Can I call you? Like, later, I mean.”
“Barring anymore embarrassing ringtone changes,” Jack says, smiling. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Mark grins, and goes in for another kiss. His lips linger this time, and his head tilts, and for a moment Jack thinks he might stay, just as Mark swears and reluctantly pulls away.
“Leaving… business… grown up responsibilities…” He says, staring at Jack’s mouth, then shakes his head. “Okay, bye!”
He dashes out, the hurried slam of the front door echoing into the hallway. Jack sighs and flops back onto the floor and stares up at the ceiling. He smiles.
*
He doesn’t remember falling asleep on the floor, but that’s where he wakes up - thanks to Ryan prodding his face with his bare foot.
“Gross, dude!” Jack cringes, swatting his foot away.
“I was checking for signs of life.” Ryan shrugs, holding a bag of cheetos that he offers to Jack. “Hungry?”
“For breakfast yeah, not so much for cheetos,” Jack grumbles, sitting up and pulling himself onto the bed. He feels so groggy he can’t even bring himself to care that he’s only in his underwear. “What time is it?”
“2pm, my small, naked, Irish friend,” Ryan says, chewing, then grins. “You must’ve stayed up late, how’d it go with Mr. Fuck Me?”
“Dude, don’t call him that,” Jack says, grimacing.
“What! I assumed that’s what the F standed for.” Ryan throws a cheeto into the air and catches it in his mouth. “Anyway, like it’s a stretch, the guy runs a porno company.”
Jack shakes his head, realising he himself doesn’t know what the ‘f’ stands for. “Still, I don’t ever wanna hear you sayin’ those words in that order. ‘S nightmare fuel.”
“You’re such a prude.” Ryan crunches the bag in his hand and leaps onto Jack’s bed, landing on his side and bouncing a little. “C’mon, let’s get with the girly gossip, did you guys, like, hold hands? Did you kiss? Did he use tongue?”
“Ugh, you’re an embarrassment.” Jack grabs his pillow and throws it in Ryan’s face. “And as if I’m tellin’ you anything after that stunt you and Matt pulled last night.”
“Aww but Jaaack, you gotta give me the deets!”
“You are far too involved in my personal life as it is,” Jack says, and shoves at Ryan to get off his bed. “Now shoo, I need to make a call.”
“Oooh, is it to your boyfwieend?” Ryan clasps his hands together and puckers his lips, but allows himself to be pushed out of the room.
Jack sighs and grabs his phone, his thumb hovers over Mark’s name in his contacts. Biting the inside of his cheek, he wonders if it’s cool to call someone the day right after the date? He hesitates, and thinks better of it - and decides to call Bob instead.
“Hey man, you think I can swing by tomorrow an’ get those papers?”
*
Another week rolls by, and Wednesday is a long ass drag of a day, though admittedly Jack hasn’t been feeling so great since his date; Mark never called. Jack left about three messages before he started feeling horrificly pathetic.
To “cheer him up”, Ryan drags him along to a frat house shoot, and, though Jack never thought this possible - he feels he’s seen his fair share of dicks to last him through the week at least. He’s exhausted.
Once they’re home and his bedroom door is closed Jack leans against it and sighs. He throws himself onto the bed and looks at his phone, mentally willing Mark to call him. After a moment his message tone chimes, and Jack’s eyes widen in shock.
He quickly goes to grab it, and when he sees it’s from Bob he can’t help but be disappointed.
Hey man, it says, can we do lunch tomorrow? Need to talk contract deetz~
Sighing, Jack writes, Okie doke sure, 11:30 at the bench ?
Bob answers with a simple kk’ a second later, and Jack tosses his phone onto his bed. He’d forgotten that he took the original contract and left a copy with Bob - he was so ready to sign it after that date - he’s so stupid.
He looks at his phone again, thinking of Mark, but doesn’t give in. He is not going to be the clingy one in whatever him and Mark have goin’ on.
*
Jack’s night is made all the worse when Ryan tells him that there’s an afterparty. Apparently Matt invited them and all other potential future “talent” to it. Luckily the frat boys have their own van to go in. The music is blaring so loud Jack can hear it even as they park across the street from the building.
The party’s held in a loft, big and already too crowded. Jack loses sight of Ryan almost immediately amidst all the dancing and neon lights.
He sighs and is about to go in search for drinks when a warm hand grabs his shoulder.
“Fancy meeting you here,” a familiarly deep voice says right against his ear. Jack grins and turns around.
“Hey, you,” he says happily, smiling and leaning into Mark - for a kiss, or hug, or something - but Mark holds him firmly away with a tight smile. Oh.
“Um,” Jack doesn’t know what to say to that, disappointment stirring in the pit of his stomach. So he brushes it off and yells over the music. “I was gonna go get a drink.”
Mark’s eyebrows raise and he nods. “I’ll come with,” he says, and follows Jack, still lightly holding onto his arm.
He looks good as always, but far too casual. Mark’s wearing his glasses and a grey cardigan over what looks like a ThunderCats shirt and slacks - Mark never seems to dress right for these parties. Even his red hair is gone, Jack notes with a slight pang.
Once Jack gets a beer and Mark gets himself a coke, he pretty much forgets their awkward greeting and agrees happily when Mark points up towards the stairs.
They go past a darkly lit room, and up another set of stairs to what turns out to be the roof of the building. The air is fresh and cool, and the sound of the party is just a dulled thump up here along with the sounds of traffic.
“So,” Jack says, then bites the bullet. “…You never called.”
Mark turns to him, eyes devastated. “Oh God, I know, I’m so sorry, Jack - it’s just - so much was going on, I don’t even know where to start.”
“That’s okay,” Jack says softly, even though it’s not really, he can’t help it. “You sound kind of overwhelmed.”
“I am - it’s just, ugh, I hate this,” Mark sighs, voice clearer now in the open air. “I hate parties. But they think I should be the man of the hour now that I’m out in the open.”
“What do you mean?” Jack asks, turning to look at him. “The company forces you to go to parties?”
Mark sighs again and leans against the door. “This is… kind of my building… and where I live. My agent and my assistant threw the party.”
“Matt?”
“Yeah, and Tyler, but probably mostly Matt.” Mark huffs and rubs his eyes exaggeratedly. “He’s been kinda mad at me lately. I swear I’m this close to firing him.”
Jack doesn’t know what to say to that, doesn’t know if Mark’s being serious this time or not. He sure does sound serious, and Jack likes Matt. “Would you really?” He ends up asking.
Mark smiles wryly at him. “Nah, never. My best hope is that he’ll find a better job and go torture someone else.”
Jack says nothing to this, choosing instead to take a swig of beer and lean against the ledge, ignoring his urge to look down at the street far below.
“Sorry,” Mark says, sliding down to sit on the floor and setting his coke beside him, “it’s just - I really hate parties.”
“Oh, you’re fine,” Jack says, and sits down across from him. “There’s only so much of ‘em I can handle myself. And today’s been especially tiring.”
“Yeah?”
Jack nods. “We did a frat boy shoot today,” he tells him and Mark laughs. “Hey, don’t laugh! Do y’know how exhausting hazing shoots can be? They spent like three hours arguing over who was goin’ to get paddled!”
“Aw man,” Mark says smiling, his head tilted up towards the sky. “You are not gonna be happy with me…”
Jack looks at him curiously. “And why’s that?”
"I may have… organised that shoot and–”
“What!”
“– and told Matt that if he was gonna throw this party… I really wanted you to come.”
Jack’s eyes widen and he sets his beer down. “Oh, you son of a bitch.”
“I’m sorry!” Mark throws his hands up defensively as Jack slowly advances towards him. “I’m so so sorry, Jack! I thought just Ryan was going to the shoot!”
“You are so dead,” Jack says, crawling closer and jabbing Mark’s sides as soon as he can reach. “So fuckin’ dead.”
Jack tickles him mercilessly, poking and grabbing him while Mark laughs hysterically and tries to get away.
“No! Please!… Fuck you Jack,” Mark laughs, trying to roll himself away but Jack has him pinned beneath him pretty well. “Man… how are you this strong? You’re basically a twig.”
“I have a lot of brothers,” Jack grins, sitting himself on top of Mark’s legs and tickling him one last time. “And fuck you for callin’ me a twig.”
They both laugh, breathing heavily. And then Mark smiles at him, and Jack feels himself go a little lightheaded.
“How did you know I was ticklish?” Mark asks, tilting his head.
“You said so in your interview,” Jack answers offhandedly, then immediately starts to blush.
Mark’s eyebrows raise. “You read that?”
“Um,” Jack says, wishing he wasn’t sitting in Mark’s lap right this second. “I skimmed it…” He pauses, looking into Mark’s questioning stare - and figures honesty’s the best policy. “Okay, so, maybe I read the whole thing… maybe twice - and bookmarked the page, but hey! You-you came to my house man, like, if we’re talking creeper levels here then…” Mark opens his mouth, and Jack freaks out. “Agh! Fine, I saved your picture to my phone, are you happy? You looked pretty and I like you so I kept it, alright? I’m a creepy stalker weirdo stalker!”
Jack covers his eyes, his face is hot like burning and his words echo into the quiet, like the universe is shaming him. “And yes, I know I said stalker twice.”
Mark hasn’t said anything - which bodes not-well after that little tirade. Jack is about to awkwardly shuffle off his lap and go crawl into a hole somewhere till peace comes, when he feels a hand at the nape of his neck.
He opens his eyes and finds Mark leaning up towards him, a small, amused smile on his lips. “You are… something else, Jackaboy,” he says warmly, and pulls Jack forward into a kiss.
**
From what he told Ryan, Jack left the party the other night on a high. Having made out with Mark on the rooftop until his phone started going off non-stop. Whoever it was apparently made sure that Mark left in a hurry.
Now here Ryan is, being a responsible adult and tidying shit up while Jack goes off to bang Mark on his lunch break. He grabs his phone as soon as it rings of course, seeing as it’s his favourite purple boy.
Now here Ryan is, being a responsible adult and cleaning shit up while Jack goes off to bang Mark on his lunch break. He grabs his phone as soon as it rings of course, seeing as it’s his favourite purple boy.
“What’s up Bobby Boy,” Ryan says happily, trying to balance his phone on his shoulder as he shoves Jack’s dirty clothes off the couch. Bob tells him that Jack hasn’t been answering his phone and asks where he is. Ryan frowns and sits down. “Uh, he said he was meeting Mark, why, what’s going on?”
Bob goes on to tell him, and Ryan nearly crushes his phone.
**
“Okay, so…” Mark gasps between kisses, holding Jack’s waist with one hand and feeling down his thigh with the other. “This might be the best lunch date ever.”
“It gets better,” Jack says, grinning. He’s sitting on Mark’s desk, legs bracketing Mark in his seat, where he’s pulled up against the desk and between Jack’s thighs. Mark’s curious look makes him grin even wider. “I handed the contract to your secretary out there,” he says, and laughs at Mark’s surprised face.
“Signed?” Mark asks hopefully.
“Well duh,” Jack says, laughing as Mark stands and shoves all his papers and little figurines off his desk. His hair and suit are so endearingly messed up.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Mark tells him sheepishly, then seizes Jack’s shoulders and pushes him down onto the desk, climbing on top of him. “And this,” he says, voice low, kissing Jack and grinding against him.
“Mm,” Jack smiles dizzily, “sure you don’t want to save anything for the cameras?”
Mark’s about to answer, red, wet mouth open slightly - when suddenly he’s pulling back and - Ryan is grabbing him.
“You fucking asshole,” Ryan says, and before Jack can sit up and say what the fuck - he’s sucker punching Mark in the jaw.
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‘American Assassin’ Dylan O’Brien On Becoming Mitch Rapp
Dylan O’Brien stars in CBS Films’ American Assassin, in theaters September 15th, 2017. O’Brien portrays Mitch Rapp, a young man recruited to join Black Ops following his fiancee’s murder at the hands of a terrorist organization. O’Brien’s character is trained in the film by Stan Hurley, played by Michael Keaton, to become the ultimate warrior and prevent the deaths of countless innocents.
O’Brien recently spoke with CBS Local’s Matt Weiss to discuss his preparation for the film, working with Michael Keaton and the legitimacy of his facial hair.
MW- Hey Dylan, how’s it going?
DOB- I’m good, really good. How are you?
MW- Doing great! American Assassin comes out September 15th and you’re playing the main character, Black Ops recruit, Mitch Rapp. So we’re going to start with the most important question first, I’ve noticed in a few scenes from the trailer you’re rocking a pretty thick beard. Was that a wardrobe creation or was that all natural?
DOB- That was mine! There were a couple scenes we had to recreate it because when you shoot out of order, other scenes will come up down the road that we had to recreate it for. But that was my beard that I showed up for in London for the movie.
MW- Well done, good job on growing that out.
DOB- Thank you [laughs]!
MW- Moving on from the facial hair, you were actually recovering from some pretty serious injuries during filming including a concussion and a facial fracture. What was it like taking on this very physically demanding role while you were still recovering from all of that?
DOB- It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. To be honest it was a really difficult time. It was daunting to have this coming up and it felt like it was coming up very quick. I definitely had times of being very overwhelmed with what I was already kind of consumed with in my personal life and knowing that I had this that I was responsible for.
I also wanted to be the best I could for it, I wanted to be in the best shape I could for it and I wanted to have as much time as I could. There were absolutely moments where I was overwhelmed but it was something that ended up being really great for me. I’m really glad that I pushed through and did it because it was something that ultimately became really instrumental in that recovery. It was the biggest challenge of my life but it’s something that will always be really special to me.
MW- You mentioned you wanted to prepare to the best of your ability, what was the training actually like for this role? Was it two-a-days in the gym? Lots of combat training?
DOB- Yea it was two-a-days in the gym, a lot of weights in the morning and then fight training in the afternoon, twice a week I did jiu-jitsu. My trainer Roger Yuan was so much more than a trainer to me, to be honest. He was so great at educating me overall, rather than just show me how to throw a punch it was really about educating me on these fighting styles and movement and breathing. He’s not just a muscle packing, punch throwing kind of trainer. It was all about flexibility and movement and speed, just really understanding these different types of martial arts that he was teaching me.
That was it for the most part, obviously we had some limitations in the beginning of training because that was still about four or four and a half months after surgery. As we went on I was able to ramp up more and more. I got more of the go-ahead that I could do more from my doctor and it was just two-a-days for 8 weeks and he (Yuan) stayed with me for basically the whole movie. We would do movement drills on set, I had little weights in my trailer. It’s hilarious it’s the first time I’ve ever had something like that so it was funny.
MW- Being the first time you got to do that kind of training for a project, was that something that drove you to want to take on this role? Or was it more about the other aspects of the character?
DOB- Way more the aspects of the character in terms of who this guy was. When I first read the script I just really felt like the story was there, you know? It was just a great role to me to be honest. I felt like it had strength and it felt really impactful and emotional, it was something that I could believe. I just felt like it had a lot of potential to be something that could be a good business decision but at the same time for me, first and foremost, it’s something that I can also be fulfilled by.
So for me, I was really taken with the arch of the character. I felt it was realistic as well and operating in a really relevant landscape.
MW- Now the movie is based off of the book “American Assassin” by Vince Flynn, was it helpful to you to have that source material to you get into the role or was it more important to you to take make this character your own?
DOB- Yea, it was more the latter. I had become aware of the books and how many there were and that this guy (Mitch Rapp) was going to be very much a picture that a lot of people have painted so specifically in their head. It was important to me to be as original as I can with this guy and to have it really come from me and build him from the ground up in my own way, the best that I could.
MW- Very cool. So you’re a young guy, you were 25 when the movie was filmed and you’re 26 now, what was it like for you to be able to work alongside an experienced and well-respected actor like Michael Keaton?
DOB- It was awesome, man. It was a dream. He’s someone I always grew up watching and someone I was a huge fan of as a kid. When I started acting he’s someone I remained a fan of and had more and more immense respect for. It was a trip, that was definitely one of the enticing parts of the project and that’s something that coming away from it was one of the coolest things to look back on.
You realize too on a daily basis, ‘Wow cool – this is Keaton,’ but he’s just a normal and down to earth dude. He’s a funny guy, he’s got a really good energy. He’s down to focus when it comes time and take the work seriously but doesn’t take himself too seriously. It was just cool to see how he goes about things. You see his performances growing up translated to screen, especially as an actor you wonder how he achieves that, so it was just cool to see how he goes about it.
MW- That’s great you got to have that experience with him. Well again, American Assassin comes out on September 15th, for anyone who hasn’t already ordered their tickets – can you sell the movie by describing it in three words?
DOB- Oh no, that’s impossible [laughs]. How about, “Go – See – It.”
MW- See it’s not impossible, that’s perfect!
DOB- All right cool, I nailed it [laughs]!
MW- Thanks for the time today Dylan, awesome talking to you and good luck the rest of the way.
DOB- Yea dude, you too. Cheers!
[source: CBS Minnesota]
#dylan o'brien#mitch rapp#american assassin#amas#amas promo#cbs minnesota#article#i had to add the 'b' because they had him as just 'DO' and i couldnt leave it like that#scruffysterekposts
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Abu: she is. She is going to Iraq. Who does that?
Me: someone who really cares about you
Abu: oh someone that is going to save me from myself?!
Idk that i was ever askedto go as an adult before. I said it was time when Obama brought van loads to my actual fucking house. I still don't know,what the fuck he thought. I haven't fully processed the memories. But I was all, i think this is enough people for an army to fight back now let's go.
And he was all uhhh we aren't going back to Iraq we just got here
And me and Abu were all uh hello, yes because now it's time to start the war. Every One got energized to go home so now,we give them,weapons and,say kill or stay. And,let's go back home to our families!
Like literally that went back through my head twice.
But really I said I had to go get my daughter (who was home) and I was freaked the fuck out cause i had amnesia and so I was gonna go around to the back door and try to get back inside through the back door by getting my daughter to open it, as i had locked the front door on purpose.
I never told anyone, i think, that but it was quite a sight all those vans and all these military and some President Obama look alike.
My first instinct was to lock my door and close it. Having only a phone it was easy to text or call her.
But instead the President Obama was all uh no what you mean you locked your keys,in the door?
And he told me to,text her and i was all ok so i text "help me please, unlock the front door it's been all a mistake"
But i didn't send it. In my mind i was all text is like write. He said text but not send
I was on challenge to this dude "Hello i am the American President, is Sabrina home"
Uhh. No the President shoukd know 2 people live here and what we look like before he just shows up knocking. Nope noooope nope. I am not home. "Yes, how" door lock activated and first step outside the door "may i help you?" Door slams shut.
I mean he knew i hadn't sent it. Some dude with a laptop was right there and all. It was a literal on my porch war with the fucking President, in my mind, who was getting to,my daughter first.
"This is the stand off. Mr President, sir!!"
"Would you look at her, ready to attack me"
"Look here, her twin brother predicted it. She doesn't know you and You just arrived on her porch like a God send but she is looking at you like a wolf who has stolen her babies and instead to steal more"
If a war can be spoken with facial expressions, I won.
"Okay what else do i need to know"
"The name of the game is who can get in the house first. Ready set go!"
"Dont send the text message. What ever you do. I got everything under control here" dude had no clue, he was the enemy.
I already hit send as soon as,he said Go like,those Chinese crazy,games you gotta go through obstacle courses... Yeah I was already winning. I'm all getting cheers just at the very end, could i make it???
My breath is a fucking war. Obama is belting out commands but all i can hear is my own breathing but all i needed was the tiny rattle of the lock of the door knob.
I heard the dead bolt lock me out "SHIT!" Then it unlocked "OH MY GOD, YES!!" "Now one more please baby come on"
Obama turned to the laptop guy to see whst the Hell i was on about because Matt had said that was our only tool and brain and i was staring at my screen praying. "Idk sir, all I heard--"
"CHEATA!!" I flew past Obama and stood in front of the door that my daughter not only unlocked but also turned the knob to crack it open so i just had to push it all the way.
I covered the doorway by spreading my arms out "MINE"
"Its locked anyway" obama turned away, the boys heifted out the air conditioner at the same time. I spun all ballerina and shut the door and locked it, bent over at the window and said "hiiii" the military dude peeking in, fell into my house onto the floor cause i had him straight fucked up.
"Could you put the air conditioner back in please?"
The bewildered Military dude, secret service was all "if you tell me how you did that"
"Mothers instinct, maybe"
"Well, I'll put it back in anyway"
"But could you do it from the outside? I want to see if you could. Thank you"
He obliged and i locked myself in the house. Until they called Matt and asked how to get me out to talk. He said "call her cell phone"
So they did and i saw Obama out the window. "Stand on one leg" i said while unlocking the door as silent as possible (I randomly practice) "like a flamingo"
"Is this how a flamingo stands? His head turned away from my house, so i slipped out and held the door knob behind me,not all the way closed but it looked like it.. But I could push it back in and escape.
Secret service turned around in shock "how did she...."
I won. When you surprise secret service at least 2x in less than 10 minutes... You win. Especially when everyone on the porch's jaw drops open.
"5 out of 5. I guess i won this place. Yall can close your mouths now"
Obama does not like to lose. I think especially to a girl.
"Oh you'll get used to it. Watxh the video"
So they watched the video and all and the most shocked secret service had figured out how i knew when to go in but said it wss all shocking the same. The other one doing the heavy lifting hadn't noticed anything.
And Obama was so mad
"And yes Obama that was the flamingo"
"Alright, I'm done here, let's go. We will talk to the coty and see if they can stay here and we will get something sanctioned. Come on Abu, lets get you to a hotel"
"Uhm, really?!!? But no i want to know why first or i let them out the van and the first one that dies is you" replied an ecstatic Abu.
"I know I'm not about to die I tell you what" I muttered under my breath "and there's just two of us here and one is a kid"
"No, i want to know we will be free and you will not send us back to Iraq. Then, i will go with you"
"Oh Abu that paperwork is already being processed"
I still didn't know whst was going on but this dude all up on the President with a heavy accent all 'bitch i aint doing shit, yo' i was all dam that was way sexier than I ever expected to see on the porch of my house.
My face was on a new war, winning this young stud. I don't know who could tell but i think he could.
The observant secret service said for me not to continue to drool but I was all okay I'll stare dreamily. Total sexual harassment out my face. And Abu was not going to resist apprehension. And his pants were becoming to small at the waist.
So all these secret services and the President all just sat there and watched the young stud gain a boner and i heard the front door open.
I threw the white flag, my kid didn't need to see that. Oh but Abu was not done with the war, being at the far end of the porch, furthest away from me, he threw jealousy down.
Now Today 10 and half years later he doesnt bother to open any door to his house for me.
Anyways. So Jeremiah had agreed the year before that if i could outwit the secret service somehow in under 25 minutes then every one could be set free. But it had ti be the secret service and it had to be 21-24 minutes for everyone in Iraq and for everyone in the vans. At 25 minutes, no one. And under 21 minutes anyone already set free including the vans.
1400 had already been released on escaping terms and 5000 remained in the cells.
I had to beat amnesia to get the rest out. At least 3 pregnancies and finding my mom at her location.
So I did it.
All those greedy selfish people i had to yell at at the NHRA. I had to. I worked every single day. Every single day to repair my brain 99% on my own. It had to be 85% not including legal drugs.
Even the Queen agreed but stated she must be dead before any press releases could be stated about her involvement. And i had to pick her successor.
So yay!!! I did it under 12 years.
But also I wish I could done it sooner.
I fought every single day.
Every single day. My mind wss on my mind.
No matter what it took. I always felt that. It was the most important thing in the world. An urgency that took over my entire being.
God gave me great pain so i was unable,to leave my bed so i could focus and break all barriers and do it even without his help.
I even became suicidal, homicidal, crazy feeling, all sorts of horrible things
Yet I cannot compare it to the intensity of being kidnapped and broken. Tortured nearly constantly. And having to work for a slave labor.
In words it seems the same. But in my still somewhat broken mind i dont see it that way.
Because what I did was break free. And i see these people in shackles. Giving up as i did multiple times. But bot just giving up for a day or week while still looking and,grasping. But i see people who lost hope.
How coils they not? I know i would, just keep my head down and work, stay out of trouble and try the best i can to keep shelter over my head and food in my belly and have,the faith that that would work to,keep,me,alive another day.
Again, in words, it sounds almost the same. But i had a job I picked,a house I picked, my own child, a car.
I had freedom. I had freedom to stop, i had freedom to quit. I could do anything in the world I wanted. And no one could stop me, beat me, or anything.
I had full control over my life and it's contents. Over what i ate or didn't n wheere i got it from.
So,while on paper it sounds as though our struggles are the same, the struggles of the human trafficking victims and their families do not compare; theirs are much greater.
Doing what i did on my own the way i have. It has brought extreme advancement to the medical community.
But when I look at the sea of faces, my heart and mind connect and tell me, it is not over. My eyes tell me, what you have suffered, they will, too.
And I know i can't take that pain they will have in the future away. It hurts my heart to know what I've gone through, mentally, in my life and know they Likley will as well.
But I just hope and pray that we are different enough, the human trafficking victims and I that they will have the happiness I have sought for myself and my own daughter.
And when i do, i see people hugging, i see people holding each other through some of the toughest best times of their lives. I see people together.
And i know, im likely an over protective mother, seeing all these people as her babies with all the last instructions about not forgetting to turn off the stove, or turning the pot handles in so you don't accidentally hit it and waste your food if you dont have a dog or a small child dumping boiling water on their heads.
Its not like sending them to college... Its like sending them home.
Homes that .... I've lived in nearly 40 houses. And None were the same. Except the constant battles and abuse from relatives that weren't mine.
That is why i am so thankful to London for sparing DNA kits that have been administered to all victims and will be administered to families all over the world. ASAP
Abu for hiding away Money and buying things for celebrations.
The governments for really listening, finally and helping all these families.
I know this is the first stage and so much more needs to be done. But as I put my head down to work, I know it will. Get done.
Because I've worked too hard,for too long for it to stop now.
Abu reminds me how i had a fear od public speaking. How i refused to fight. Others tell me how I was mute for years.
I came from nothing. And we're not throwing these victims out a plane without a parachute.
I've always known everyday my work wasn't just for me. It went beyond me. Beyond any thing i could see.
Know i know why
So twin matt splice this up into this,mornings email and then snoopy add this song.
VA contact my dad. He still,needs to pack. I probably have to repack my kid for warm weather clothes.
We got shit to do. What yall sitting looking at me for?
Add nickleback far,away and photograph. Doug has,these practiced so snoop sings along and alter some slight phases like the demand to stop breathing.
Wanted you to say to "stay" Steph also knows the words.
Photograph add in "when I get home" between the lines like how we do Rudolph the red nose reindeer. Batman wheels and all that. ... Will the school throw me out? No.
So,Snoop pick you want the songs or the add ins., I wanna push you to meet the tone of the songs original way to sing it So that it's US understanding the victims pain.
Then the victims reassure us woth the add ins that every thing will be okay.
So ALL the victims ...
"Criminal records broke 2x" a haha from the band then a repeated haha from the crowd so a repeated chord from Doug or jist a pause. His choice.
Should I try to go back and graduate "we ARE Free to CHOOSE"
"Wouldn't let me back in" go online!
......
Abu, Matthew. Hondo. Gherie, you already know. But some of you all need to understand "Far Away" from nickleback.
It was written for you.
Many songs were thanks to my great influence in the 90s on the music industry.
Thank you
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