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nothing’s sweeter than my baby~ number neighbor!matt x reader part sixteen [finale]
hell nah cause why am i close to crying rn…
this an is gonna be a bit long but i jus have sm to say and sm to thank so bear w me bear w me.
it’s been such a beautiful two months on here fr and it feels like it’s been forever but also like no time has passed at all. from the bottom of my heart, finding this little community has been so special and so fun and so amazing. every single supportive word, comment, reblog, like, ask— it’s all been so incredibly heartwarming and special to me. thank u all for embracing me and making me feel so loved 🥹
i can’t believe it’s over!!! number neighbor you will always be famous to me!!! number neighbor matt i love u so down bad fr. some of my best writing literally ever has been because of this series and this account and will always be so close to my heart. i genuinely can’t even tell yall how much writing this, meeting and interacting with you all and being here has meant.
i hope you all like this ending as much as i do bc i think it’s the perfect way to wrap this up ❤️🩹 ahhhh okay i love u thank u again NUMBER NEIGHBOR NATION 4EVER ENJOYYYY <3333
“i’m just saying that it’s entirely possible.” chris says, face contorted in a “duh” expression. nick looks from him to y/n and matt, who are intertwined sweetly on the couch, with wide eyes.
“you’ve absolutely got to be fucking kidding me.”
“i’m absolutely not.”
the two of the had been arguing for the last ten minutes, going back and forth about a made up scenario that chris presented that nick did not take kindly to.
the couple sits in the middle of the debate with amused eyes, following the hilarious and very much loud altercation with slight interest.
“chris has a point, you know.” y/n says, but only low enough that matt can hear. she was having fun being on the outside and would rather die than get in between that shit show right now.
“you only think that because you’re out of your mind in the same unexplainable way he is.” matt chuckles, adjusting his arm that’s wrapped tightly around her waist.
“it’s not our fault that we think outside the box,” she fires back, poking matt in the side. “everyone else is boring.”
matt catches her hand as she keeps poking, using his other one to return fire to the spot he knows gets her every time.
“oh fuck off—“ she says through laughter, struggling against his hands. nick and chris stop their arguing to look at them in disgust.
“ew,” nick says, putting a hand to chris’ face. “i’m going to bed. i’m not arguing with a crazy fuck any longer than i have and i’m not watching whatever the hell this shit is.”
“oh, booooo,” y/n says, rolling her eyes. “we’re not even doing anything.”
chris snorts. “yeah, okay. that’s the second time you’ve used that lie tonight.”
matt only smirks at that, watching y/n turn her face to hide her embarrassment. things had gotten a little louder than expected when she got here, and when they’d walked out into the living room out of breath, disheveled and grinning ear to ear she had said exactly that.
“no idea what you’re talking about.”
chris rolls his eyes and follows nick to his room, leaving the two in the living room with a forgotten movie paused. when y/n turns back to matt after saying goodnight, he’s already looking at her. her legs are thrown over his lap, body tucked into his side.
“what?” she says, pressing her body into his warmth even more.
“nothing.” he says, eyes traveling across her face with a soft, genuine look. “just love having you here.”
she can’t help but smile. “yeah?” she presses a small kiss to his jaw. “how much?”
matt lets out a breathy laugh, hand gripping the flesh of her thigh. “how’d i know you’d take that as an opportunity to boost your ego?”
“opportunity to boost my ego? no. opportunity to make my tough guy boyfriend confess his undying love for me over and over? absolutely.” she send him a grin full of teeth, making his heart skip a beat.
matt doesn’t say anything for a long while, just memorizing the layout of her features. the angle of her nose, the beauty marks placed so delicately on her cheeks, the slope of her eyes— he captures everything in his memory, so that’s her face is always with him. he has to squint a little, because it’s like the sun is rising right in this room. right in this girl.
y/n’s about to say something, undoubtedly about to call him a creeper for staring, but matt ghosts his lips over hers so gently, it has her shakily inhaling a breath. “i’ll tell you any time you wanna hear it. i’ll even tell you when you don’t.”
it makes y/n’s heart swell with love, pumping pure heaven through her veins. this man, that appeared in her life out of nowhere, now means more than he could ever know.
“you can be so fucking cute sometimes.” she says, giving him a peck. “you know, when you’re not telling me how crazy i am every five minutes.”
matt moves her body from his side to his lap, resting both his hands on the swell of her ass. “you are crazy. batshit insane actually.” he peers up at her, looking at her like he wanted nothing more than to always be the object of her affection. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
she connects their lips softly, pouring all her feelings into the kiss. it’s funny, being here with him, feeling like it’s exactly where she’s meant to be. matt is unlike any person she’s ever known and she can’t believe that her being bored brought her this.
when they disconnect, her eyes tell him that she has never known a love like this, and she would never want to find another one.
when they disconnect, his eyes tell her that she is light in human form, everything he’s ever wanted and so many things he didn’t know he needed.
“i love you, stupid.” matt says, voice full of emotion, baby blues trained on her like there is not one other thing in this fucking world that he’d ever want to see.
“love you back, stupid.” she says back, voice matching his. sickly sweet, utterly infatuated and forever branded with his touch.
it’s perfect. the moment, and them. nothing could ever get better than this.
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𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬
synopsis: after being away and entertaining others, your husband decides to give you a special something
wrd cnt: 1.1k
tags: cunnalingus, oral, penetration, doggy, vulgar, praise, explicit
a/n: if you couldn’t tell been having major writers block + no time to write but this one reeled me back in a bit so i hope you enjoy <3
It was late at night by the time you got home. The house had been quiet all evening, save for the soft hum of your laptop as you explored some new music. But now that the sun had set, there were no more distractions—just the sound of your own breathing, the whirring blade of the fan above your head, and the occasional creak of floorboards beneath your feet.
You heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps coming down the hallway towards the living room where you sat on the couch. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.
“Sunday!” You exclaimed, jumping up and running over to him. He looked incredible, even if he was clearly exhausted from working all day. His face was flushed red with desire, and his black suit pants hung lower on his hips than usual, as his belt was quite undone just as his tie.
“Y/n-,” he said, leaning down to kiss you deeply before pulling away. “I missed you…quite dearly”
You replied breathlessly in agreeance, taking his hand and leading him over to sit beside you on the couch. As soon as he sat down, he pulled you into his lap and started kissing your neck hungrily.
“Mmm... I love how good you tastes,” he murmured against your skin as he moved lower down your chest, licking and sucking at your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
To say you were surprised was an understatement, your husband was always quite well mannered, and in control especially of himself.
Before you could express this pleasant concern, be continued further down, pushing your body down and stopping his peppering of kisses just above your waistband.
“Please don’t stop...” You begged softly. “Keep going...”
He chuckled darkly as he pulled your bottoms down, revealing your pretty laced panties.
“Such a naughty girl,” he whispered seductively. “you know happens when you tease me like that, don’t you?”
With those words still ringing in your ears, he slid his hands around to the front of your panties and began teasing them apart until they fell down around your ankles; now placed on each of his shoulders.
His soft hands spread your legs wide apart and leaned forward to lick along the length of your slit.
“Ohh... yes... keep doing that...” You moaned, feeling yourself growing wetter than ever before.
“Mmmm... such a tasty little thing,” he purred, moving one finger inside you while continuing to lap at your clit with his tongue. “Feels good hm? You’re dripping…” He smirked, slipping a second finger inside you, curling them up and down faster this time. “How does that feel baby?” He asked, before returning to suck your swollen pearl.
“So good... oh god... more-...” You panted, arching your back slightly to allow him better access to you.
“Like this?” He whispered, increasing the speed of his movements until he felt you begin to tremble against him.
“Yes! Oh fuck yes!-” You cried out loudly, throwing your head back against the couch cushions as pleasure washed through every part of your body.
As if sensing your impending climax, he suddenly stopped moving his fingers altogether and instead focused solely on licking and sucking at your clit. With waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body, you squirmed uncontrollably.
“Oh my god... yes... right there...” You gasped, grinding yourself against him as best you could while trying not to fall off the couch entirely.
“Mmmmm... I knew you liked this,” he chuckled wickedly, pushing you down onto the couch once again. “Now let me show you something else.”
With those words still echoing in your mind, he stood up and placed a knee inbetween your legs, slowly pushing into you as he got close to you. Grabbing your hand, he gave you hold of his erection, stroking himself with your hand slowly up and down several times before letting you do it yourself.
“What do you think of that?” He asked teasingly. “See what you do to me?”
“Mhm….,” you answered quietly with a small nod, feeling yourself grow hungrier than ever before.
As if he couldn’t waste another second, he dragged you up and pushed your body against the couch, feeling his chest heavy against your back as your breasts pressed up against the fabric of the apolstry.
“Fuck I missed you-“ He says, slowly dragging his cock up and down your folds as you hear his shaky breath.
“Sunday- please…” You mewl, pushing yourself back into him.
“Use your words, my love.” He breathes against your ear.
You groan in annoyance at his teasing.
He chuckles, and then thrusts his thick cock into your tight, wet heat.
It was like a drug, every movement of his hips, every touch of his hand, every inch of his skin against yours was ecstacy.
After a few moments, his pace becomes steady, and soon enough his hips are snapping furiously against yours.
You moan and writhe beneath him, clawing desperately at the sofa beneath you.
He lets out a deep growl and slams his hands down on either side of your head.
His grip tightens as he pounds into you harder and harder, causing your body to shake uncontrollably.
The friction of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy combined with the roughness of his thrusts and the force of his hands against your body, made you see stars.
Your mouth hangs open and your eyes roll back, as you arch your back and thrust your hips upwards, meeting his thrusts eagerly.
Your fingers dig into his biceps, gripping onto him tightly.
With each passing second, you could feel your orgasm building within you, threatening to tear through you any moment now.
You knew that this wasn't going to last much longer.
"Fuck- I'm so close…," you cry out, throwing your head back.
His hand reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing tightly, and pulling you closer to him.
His thrusts grow even more powerful, and you gasp as he slams his cock deep inside you.
"Come for me then, my darling," he purrs into your ear, his voice low and husky.
He releases his grip on your neck and moves his hand down to grip your ass firmly.
You whimper and writhe beneath him, unable to hold back any longer.
"Fuck-!" You scream, throwing your head back once more and letting the orgasm rip through you.
His cock slides in and out of you faster and faster, as his movements become more erratic.
His fingers dig into your ass as he pulls you even closer, thrusting into you one final time before he explodes inside you.
His hips slow their frantic rhythm as he groans and grunts into your ear, his seed filling you up completely; leaving you tilted over the cushions and wrecked.
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Hello! Love your writing, so yummy. I was wondering if you would take a request? I was thinking what it would be like if Lucifer was dating a fem reader who was a fox sinner and she randomly does animal like things. I think he would be so interested in the ear and tail movement and would try to see what different things cause what reactions. Foxes are very wary so I could see her jumping easily and him taking advantage of that lol 😭. Then, if he would see her like "pounce" on Angel as a prank cause they're besties. Lastly, I just know if he heard her growl, his knees would get weak (imagine them having a growling fight for some reason cause he growled at Alastor that one time 🤣💀). Anyway, I'm dragging this on, so have writing this if you do! I'd appreciate it! *mwah*
A/N— Just when I think the requests can't get any better, another wonderful anon pops up to steal the show. I LOVE THIS so much. This is more or less a small compilation 💅🏻🦋 I had to do a little research for this one, but I think it's so silly 😭💖 I hope you have a wonderful weekend anon!
Animalistic | Lucifer x Fem Fox Sinner!Reader
Warnings: Reader is a common Red Fox Sinner, swearing (I mean, seriously — it's Hazbin 🤣), Reader being a menace to society
Word Count: 696
Summary: More often than not, your animalistic behaviors take over. . .
Lucifer watched you from afar — not in a creepy way, but in a ‘that's my girlfriend and I'm admiring her’ kind of way.
Right then, he was watching you wallow on the couch that had been placed in the lounge specifically for you, by Charlie, because you refused to sit on a piece of furniture that had the scent of the Radio Demon practically rolling off of it in waves.
So the fucker went and sat on your couch.
The audacity.
You were pretty pissed at the moment, which was evident by the growling and angry mumbling that became louder at times.
He only caught a couple pieces of dialogue, like: ‘no fuckin’ respect for BOUNDARIES!’ And: ‘I ought ‘ta shit in that fuckers shoes!’
But it was enough to keep him attempting to hold in his laughter, which he ultimately failed in.
You quit wallowing in attempts to get your scent to return back to the couch the moment you heard a noise. You jumped, one ear twitching while your tail lifted into something resembling a ‘u’ shape, showing you were now on high alert.
The moment you caught a whiff of your boyfriend, you turned to face him. He was biting his bottom lip so hard to keep from laughing.
You could only roll your eyes and stand from the couch, fixing your hair as you trotted over to hug him. “Better not be laughing at me.” You whined.
“Your words, not you. Never you.” He replied, holding you close as you went about rubbing your scent on him as well. Just so no one would get any ideas.
You were watching. Waiting.
Your tail was swishing at your side in a playful manner, just waiting for Angel Dust to walk past the dark hallway like he did every evening before bed.
The moment his footsteps could be heard, you were prepared to launch out of the darkness — something you hadn't done in months.
He came into your line of sight and it was go time.
Launching out of the darkness, you easily tackled your best friend, the two of you tumbling until you landed on top, pinning two of his arms to the floor with your sharp canines on display as you grinned down at him.
“Gotcha!” You cheered happily, your tail swishing from side to side.
“First off, ouch, that fuckin’ hurt — secondly, why the fuck can't you ever attack the short king with your midnight zoomies?”
“He's almost always asleep at this time.” You pouted removing your hands from his arms, nipping at his hand when he went to pet your ears.
“I dare you to wake him up next time.”
You grinned, getting off completely to help him up. Oh, you would.
Charlie approved of the relationship between you and her dad, but that didn't mean that she didn't witness some odd things whenever he decided to stay for dinner. . .
She could ignore you pouncing on him at random because you pounced on everyone except Alastor.
She could also ignore him helping you hide snacks for later because she knew that a good snack didn't last long in the hotel.
But it was harder to ignore you biting, growling, and scratching at Lucifer, laying on your back in his lap on your couch, with him growling playfully and running his fingers through your hair.
It was cute in a way — her dad embracing the form you were given, and you, eager to play almost constantly. . . Except for when you were nervous or felt threatened by another demon higher on the food chain.
Though one look told her that he had hearts in his eyes.
And you did too. Even when your sharp teeth finally latched onto his arm and you gently shook your head before releasing and bursting out into a fit of giggles that had Lucifer quit growling, instead leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.
He smirked when your ears twitched and eyes crossed at the sign of affection.
You growled in return, playfully nipping at his hand with a noise somewhere between a very fox scream and a whine.
But it was all in fun.
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Hi could you write Renee or billie with a close friend that they’ve been pining over for like a year and are too scared to say anything so they do anything to get close to them
Thankyou for the request anon!
I feel like this is more Billie coded so I wrote for Billie, hope that’s okay!
Stolen Moments
Billie Eilish x Female Reader
CW: lots of fluff and cute stuff. No smut but minors DNI please.
Summary: Ever since knowing you, Billie has adored you. For the last year however, she’s found herself wanting you as more than a friend.
May 31st 2023
She doesn’t why, but recently Billie has been looking at you differently. She didn’t know what it was but there was just something about you. You and Billie had met around a year ago through Zoe, who was doing a promo photo shoot for your new movie. Billie had stopped by the set to see her best friend since she was working close by and Zoe had introduced the two of you. You instantly clicked with each other and have been good friends ever since.
You were in the crowd up in the balcony of Billies sold out show for her happier than ever tour, screaming out the lyrics and dancing away to your friends songs, waving back at her every now and then when she looks up and waves to you. She looks so pretty today, Billie thought to herself. I mean, she’s always pretty but, she looks soo pretty. Has she always looked like that?
As Billies show came to a close and she said her goodbyes, you made your way backstage, running up to your pop star friend and throwing your arms around her as she came off stage. With the biggest grin on her face, Billie lifted you off the ground slightly and spun you, burying her face in your neck as she squeezed you tight.
“You were amazing Bil! Oh my god I never get tired of watching you perform!”
As she put you back down on the ground you pulled away a little, your face so close to hers. She could barely make out the words you were saying as she looked you deep in your eyes. She could have sworn there was something there. Her hands still around your waist, she moved them so they were just sitting above your hips, touching the exposed skin above the waistband of your jeans. Has her skin always been this soft?
She was snapped out of her trance when Finneas and her team came running over. You pulled away from her, letting her have her moment with them. Billie looked back at you as her team surrounded her, hugging and congratulating her for yet another incredible performance, but she couldn’t take her eyes off you. You threw her a wink and silently let her know that you’ll wait for her in the green room. As she watched you walk away, that’s when she realised…she didn’t want to be just your friend anymore.
November 21st 2023
“Heyyy you busy? Come to my place, we’re all having a little get together. Prob play some games and get food”
Billie stared at the text she just got from you. She hasn’t seen you in months, sure you text each other alot and talk on the phone but in person? She hasn’t physically seen you since you came to her show back in May. Back when she realised she has a huge crush on you.
“ah i dunno, im kinda tired and im gonna get up early tomorrow and do some vocal comping. thanks for asking tho. miss youu :P”
“Get your ass over here now Billie. I haven’t seen you in months come on just for an hour or 2 pleaseee???”
“okay fine but only cause u asked so nicely, not for long tho”
Goddamn it, I’m whipped already. Billie thought. She got in her car and made her way over to your house. Letting herself in as she’s done so many times, you’re so close at this point neither one of you bothers to knock on each others front door. “Heyyy” Billie shouted out to you. You turned around with the cheesiest grin on your face. You’d missed her so much.
The night felt so awkward for Billie since this was the first time she’d seen you since she started liking you. She felt as though she couldn’t touch you or look at you in any way. You felt her distance, thinking you’d done something wrong by making her come over. Billie reassured you later on after getting home and getting a text from you saying
“are you mad at me?? Sorry if I forced you to come over”
“girl shut up, im just tired don’t worry. love you 😘”
December 18th 2023
Billie looked around the room to see all of her loved ones here with her, laughing and talking and playing games to celebrate her birthday. As she scanned the room, her eyes landed on you. You were talking to Claudia, deep in conversation. All of a sudden your eyes flickered toward Billie, giving her a smile and a wink, you went back to your conversation with Claudia.
A couple hours later, Billie was crouched on top of a twister mat, with you next to her. Both of Billies feet on blue, you had one foot on yellow and one on green, so you were facing each other with your body slightly twisted. Someone played the spinner for you, shouting “right foot, red!”. The only red you could get to was right behind Billie, so you had to put your leg over hers to get to it, you threw your head back and groaned “this is gonna be hard” you said laughing. You stretched your leg over as best as you could to get your foot onto red, Billie was smiling, but now she’s blushing, because you were now practically sat on her leg, with her leg in between yours. You felt like you looked ridiculous and you couldn’t stop laughing, but you were so close to Billie now that she could feel your breath on her face and the skin of your thighs on her leg since you were in the shortest dress Billie had ever seen. Suddenly she felt weak and dropped onto the mat, causing you to fall too.
“Oh come on you weren’t even twisted or anything” you laughed as Billie pulled you up off the mat, embarrassed at falling so early.
“Sorry my feet gave out” Billie chuckled to cover up her embarrassment. She’s gonna have to say something to you before this gets worse, but how could she? She doesn’t even know if you like girls.
January 5th 2024
You were in the passenger seat of Billies car, you had a rough couple days on a movie set so she offered to take you out today to take your mind off things. You stared out of the window of her car, exhausted. Billie noticed and brought her hand up to your shoulder, giving it a rub and a squeeze.
“Hey, you okay? Wanna go home?” She asked softly.
“Yeah I’m fine, just so tired. They had me doing stunts like all day yesterday, my body feels like it’s on fire” you replied as Billie gave your shoulder another squeeze, massaging her fingers lightly into your back as she did. You let your head fall back and you looked at her with a smile.
“You know what you need? A massage. I’m telling you that shit works wonders” Billies hand left your shoulder to focus on driving again.
“Ew no, I don’t want a stranger touching me like that”
“Who said it has to be a stranger?”
You raised your eyebrow at her as if to say ‘what do you mean?’
“Nevermind” Billie said with a quiet laugh. Turning on some music in a drastic attempt to change the subject, she focused on the road once again. Leaving you wondering what exactly she meant by that.
February 18th 2024
Award shows always made you nervous. All those fans and photographers and the possibility of getting up on stage and having to speak in front of hundreds of people. It made you sick to your stomach. You had your hand on the car door, ready to get out, but you just couldn’t do it. Suddenly your phone pinged, you opened it up to see a text from Billie.
“hey u here yet? im just abt to walk the carpet. hurry up i wanna see u do ur thing girl”
You were so wrapped up in your own anxiety that you forgot Billie was gonna be here. That made you feel a thousand times better. You were used to coming to these things on your own, knowing one of your best friends was gonna be here too brought you so much comfort. You quickly text her back before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car.
Coming up to the red carpet, you got there just in time to watch Billie smiling and posing for the cameras. She’s wearing a sweater vest with a white blouse and a tie. She looks incredible and so confident. The complete opposite of how you felt. As Billie walked further up the carpet she turned slightly so the photographers behind her could snap a couple photos, but as she did she caught a glimpse of you, and for a second she stopped in her tracks. She was mesmerised. You were so beautiful to her any day of the week no matter what you wore, but seeing you all dressed up the way you were was something else. You were watching Billie and as soon as you saw she had spotted you, you gave her a wave and blew her a kiss. Billie smiled and gave you a nod of her head, then went back to walking the rest of the carpet.
It was now your turn, Billie stayed close by to watch you and greet you at the other end, knowing how nervous you get doing these things. She watched as you took a deep breath and played with your fingers, visibly anxious, but as soon as you stepped onto that carpet something switched within you. You were an actress after all, you knew how to pretend. Billie watched in awe as you strut and twirled and smiled for the cameras so effortlessly, and before she knew it you were coming to the end of the carpet. As soon as you were out of sight of the photographers you rushed over to Billie as she pulled you into a hug and swayed you side to side.
“Well hello beautiful” Billie pulled back, both hands on your waist “damn girl, look at you”.
You giggled, making Billie smile. God she loved hearing that laugh. “Look at me? Look at you! In your fancy tie” you said with a giggle, dragging out the word ‘tie’ as Billie wrapped an arm around your waist and walked you both inside the building.
As soon as you stepped inside the building where the show will be taking place you immediately felt nervous again, reality sinking in that there’s a chance you might win an award tonight and have to get up on that stage and give a speech. As you got further into the building you wrapped a hand around Billies arm and said “Bil can I sit with you tonight? I’m so nervous”.
“Of course baby girl”.
You took your seats and waited for the show to begin. It was about an hour in and getting closer and closer to the winner of TV’s Performance Of The Year being announced. Billie was up for that too for her performance in Swarm, and selfishly, you kind of hoped she would win. Half you wants her to win because you know she deserves it, the other half wants her to win so you don’t have to go up there. The time finally came to announce the nominees, and you were so anxious you could barely hear a word being said through the speakers. You felt a soft, ring covered hand on your knee and a warm thumb rubbing circles onto your leg to calm you down, making you realise you were bouncing your leg up and down in a failed attempt to self soothe.
“and the people’s choice award is…” you heard through a microphone “Billie Eilish, Swarm”
As the crowd cheered for Billie, your mind relaxed instantly, completely forgetting about the anxiety you were feeling. You felt nothing but proud in that moment, Billie really deserved this. You gave her the biggest hug before letting her go and watching her get up there and give the funniest speech you’ve ever heard at one of these shows. God she’s amazing, you thought to yourself.
A couple hours later, after the show had finished. Billie offered to drive you back to your hotel. You accepted and now here you both were in your hotel room, laying next to each other on the bed, laughing and talking away. You hadn’t had a good catch up with Billie in a while, you had both been just so busy. It was nice. You were trying to tell her about a funny tik tok you had seen but you couldn’t get the words out to describe it properly so you settled for showing her instead. You pulled out your phone and rolled onto your stomach next to Billie to get closer to her as she lay there on her side, your arm now brushing up against her. Billie could smell your perfume, it was intoxicating. After about 10 minutes of more laughing and talking and Billie blushing and trying to catch her breath because you were so close to her, she quietened down a little. Remembering how anxious you looked earlier on in the day, Billie placed her hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at her.
“Are you okay now? You were pretty anxious earlier, I know how scary that can be” Billie spoke with such a softness to her voice that if you weren’t paying attention, you probably wouldn’t have heard her.
“Yeah I am, it helped that you were there. I usually have to go to those shows on my own” you responded, your breath hitching ever so slightly when you felt Billies hand slide from your shoulder down to your back, rubbing up and down in an attempt to make you feel safe to talk to her. You always felt safe around Billie. “I’m not gonna lie though, I thought I was gonna throw up before I got onto that carpet” you laughed, blushing slightly as you felt Billies fingers burning into your skin.
Why do you feel this way all of a sudden?
May 15th 2024
“Oh my god I forgot how much I loveeee New York!” You exclaimed to Billie as you walked into the Barclays Centre where Billie is hosting her album listening party. Billie chuckled, but didn’t respond. You walked over and threw your arms around her neck. “
“hey, earth to Billie? You nervous or something?”
Billie was nervous to play her album for the first time, but that wasn’t why she was being distant with you. Truth be told, she couldn’t take it anymore. Being your friend was killing her when all she wanted was to make you hers. Billie didn’t know what to do so she just shrugged your arms off of her and said “yeah kinda” with a chuckle.
You were slightly taken back by the sudden coldness toward you, but you gave her the benefit of the doubt since she was just about to play her new album for an audience for the first time. There was about 5 minutes before Billie was set to go out into the arena, so you left to go and find your seat. You were excited, you had already heard this album before as she’d already played it for you in her car, but you were so anxious for the world to finally hear it. You thought it was her best piece of work yet and you were so proud of her. And that Lunch song, whew. It made you feel things.
About an hour later the listening party had finished and Billie had come backstage to all her friends and family surrounding her, she went to hug everyone one by one, and you might be crazy, but you could have sworn your hug was the shortest. Everyone else was getting the most wholesome, passionate and warm looking hugs, yet she had her arms around you for a second and moved on. This isn’t the first time Billie had been distant, she’d been like this for a couple days now. What is going on with her?
May 16th 2024
Billie had to get a plane back from New York to LA for her second listening party. You weren’t able to make this one as you had a film shoot you had to get to, so you decided to say your goodbyes to everyone last night. However, this morning, you wanted to talk to Billie before she left for the airport while you had the courage in you. You knocked on her hotel room door with a shaky hand, Billie opened the door but didn’t say a word, flashing you a tired smile instead.
“Hey, are you alone?” You asked.
“Uh, yeah…why?”
You let yourself inside her room, turned around and closed the door. As you faced the door with Billie behind you, you took a deep breath and turned to face her before you finally spoke.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Disbelief smacked Billie in the face, had she really been that cold with you that you thought you did something to piss her off? “What?” Was all Billie could get out.
“I said did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me? Please just tell me if you are I can’t handle you ignoring me and being distant, I would rather you just tell me if I’ve upset you-“
“Hey, stop. You haven’t done anything wrong” Billie interrupted you as has brought both of her hands up to your shoulders to stop you from spiralling.
“…Really? Then why have you been so off with me?” Your voice felt small and fragile, like if you spoke too loud you’d break. It broke Billies heart that she made you feel like that.
“I…um…” come on Billie say it, tell her how you feel. Billie told herself internally. You looked at her, cocking your head to one side. You could practically see the cogs turning in Billies mind.
Billie sighed before saying “I’ve just been tired recently, i’m so sorry you didn’t do anything wrong I promise”.
“Oh, are you sure? You’d tell me if I did right?”
“Yes I’m sure, of course I would. I’m sorry I feel like a dick” Billie laughed, rubbing her hands up and down your arms before pulling you into a hug. Her hand came up to the back of your head to stroke your hair. God you missed her hugs, her real hugs. “I’m sorry again” she mumbled into your hair.
You held her close for a minute. “It’s okay, sorry for overthinking” pulling away you checked your watch and said “I have to go, thanks for not being mad at me” you laughed as you opened the door to leave.
“Talk to you soon mama” Billie watched as you left. As soon as the door shut behind you, Billie threw her head back and groaned in anger and frustration at herself. She dropped to the edge of the bed, head in her hands and took a moment to breathe.
“Billie. You are a fucking idiot” she mumbled into her hands, feeling awful for the way she had treated you. All because she couldn’t handle her feelings.
May 30th 2024
This shoot was so long, thank god you had a couple weeks off. You had been home a couple of days, and had decided to stay in the house during that time just to sort out your jet lag since you’d been filming in Greece.
You were laying on your couch watching tv and scrolling on your phone, when a notification from instagram popped up saying ‘Billie Eilish commented on your photo’. You opened it up to a photo you had posted yesterday of yourself in Greece during one of your days off. You were on the beach with your co-star, in a bikini since it was hot. The caption read ‘werking’. You thought you were hilarious.
Billies comment however, made you smile ear to ear. All it said was “omg marry me”, but it made your heart flutter. You had an idea suddenly. Opening up your messages you found your texts to Billie and sent
“Hey please tell me you’re not busy, I’m bored. Come get me?🥺😉”
You waited for a couple minutes, doing more mindless scrolling until Billie responded
“omw”
20 minutes later Billie walked through your door to find you in the kitchen making yourself some tea. You practically jumped out of your skin when you turned around to her right behind you “oh my god Bil you scared me” you said as you grasped the kitchen counter, laughing.
“Sorry girl” Billie said, almost hunched over with laughter.
When you both had finally calmed down and you had finished making your tea, offering Billie one to which she declined, Billie walked over to you and you leaned back against the kitchen counter with your tea in your hands. She awkwardly spoke up “Soo…where do you wanna go?”.
You smiled and took a sip of your tea before non chalantly saying “nowhere”.
“Didn’t you ask me to come and get you? I thought you wanted me to take you some-“
“Kiss me” you can’t believe you just said that.
Billie stopped in her tracks, I’m dreaming, she thought. There’s no way she just asked me to kiss her.
“W-what?”
“Billie…if you want to, kiss me”
Billie wasn’t a stranger to kissing girls, she kisses her friends all the time, but that was different. She didn’t like them like that. She didn’t dream about them, she didn’t spend a whole year pining over them and imagining their lives together, wishing every single day that they were hers so she could cherish them and love them and do anything to make them happy. This made Billie nervous.
After a while of no response from Billie, you suddenly grew embarrassed and dropped your head in humiliation. Laughing over your embarrassment “oh god I got it wrong didn’t I? Oh my god I’m so stupid” your face went red and your heart was beating at what felt like a million miles per second. You felt like an idiot.
After seeing how embarrassed you felt, Billie suddenly realised that you were serious, and then something switched in her. She took a step closer to you, placing a finger under your chin and lifting gently to force you to look at her. Your breathing became heavy as Billie looked you deep in your eyes.
She spoke soft and gentle “you didn’t get it wrong at all”.
Her free hand slid around the mug of tea in your hand, fingers gently grazing over yours as she took the mug from you and placed it on the counter behind you before bringing that same hand up to cup your cheek, her hand under your chin slowly doing the same.
Billie leaned in so close you could feel her breath on your mouth, her lips centimetres away from yours.
“Are you sure you want this?” She whispered, her thumbs gently stroking both your cheeks. “You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted this y/n”
“You don’t either Billie” a smile crept onto your face as you leaned into Billies ear whispering “I’m just better at hiding it than you are” you moved away from her ear to look in her eyes again, Billie smiled as she closed the distance between you, pushing you further into the counter, her soft lips finally met yours.
Billie pressed her lips against yours ever so gently, not moving just yet, just softly pressing lips together, savouring the moment. Billie has wanted this for so long, there was no way she was gonna rush this. You pulled away for a second to look lovingly into her eyes, silently asking for more. Billies hands moved up from your cheeks to just resting below your ears, your hands came up to Billies waist as you pressed your lips together once more, this time with more passion. You slid your tongue along Billies bottom lip, asking for entrance, and she let you in. Your mouths danced together in perfect harmony as Billies grip on your neck tightened ever so slightly before moving her hands down to your waist, gliding her hands softly up and down your sides making you shiver, eventually letting them rest on your hips.
Your wrapped your arms around Billies neck, deepening the kiss. Billie used her grip on your hips to pull you even closer to her when your hand slid up the back of her neck to rest in her hair. Billie couldn’t believe this was happening, it was like a dream come true, every awkward moment, every stolen stare and touch and hug was so worth the wait.
You had been entangled in each others arms and lips like this for about 10 minutes now. Stopping every now and then to catch your breath just before diving right back into each other. It was like you were two lovers and one of you had just come back from war. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Billie was the first to pull away for the last time, breathless and hot, she looked at you, your eyes full of desire and your lips red and puffy from so much friction. You looked like a living, breathing angel to her. She had to make you hers. She finally spoke after catching her breath for a minute.
“Can I take you out? Like…on a date?” Billie doesn’t know why, but she was nervous to ask you that question, as if the two of you hadn’t just been making out like a pair of horny teenagers for the last 10 minutes.
You couldn’t help but laugh at her nervousness, it was cute. You gave her another quick peck to her lips, before grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and pulling her in one last time.
“What do you think Billie?” You spoke with seduction and confidence, it drove Billie crazy. She smashed her lips onto yours once again, quickly realising how addicting kissing you was gonna get, before pulling away.
Breathless once again, Billie said “Tomorrow night. Be ready at 8”.
You spent the rest of the day with Billie, cuddled up on your couch watching movies and sneaking in a few kisses here and there. Happy and content. You think back to your relationship with Billie a year ago, and how back then the both of you so obviously liked each other but neither one of you wanted to say it. You smiled to yourself thinking about it, and wrapped your arms around Billies waist as you rest your head on her chest and cuddled into her. She wrapped her arms around you, pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and gave you a squeeze.
Hours went by and eventually the two of you had fallen asleep, feeling safe and sound in each others arms. The only light in the room was the TV lighting up the both of you. You stayed there most of the night, wrapped up in each others arms before Billie woke up around 2am, gently shaking you awake to let you know she had to go home, she does have a dog to take care of after all. You were still tired and half asleep, so you mumbled an “okay” before Billie pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and pulled a blanket over you. She grabbed the tv remote and turned it off so you could get a decent nights sleep, and then she grabbed her keys and set off home.
She couldn’t stop smiling the whole journey home. It’s been a long year, but it was so worth it. You’re her girl and she’ll do anything to make you happy.
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I am so sorry that this is so long omg I just couldn’t stop. Thankyou anon I had so much fun writing this!
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It has been six excruciating days since I was plunged into the Bridgerton fandom against my will.
I was minding my own business, watching YouTube compilations of the best kisses in TV history, when I unwittingly clicked on a video about Colin and Penelope, and I was immediately down so bad for them.
Let me be clear: Bridgerton was not part of my life before I clicked on that video. I wanted nothing to do with it; I had no intention of ever watching or reading that smut. And then, without warning, it swept in and took me in the night, much like Colin Bridgerton in the back of a carriage.
To say I have been lost in the sauce these past six days would be a gross understatement. The carriage scene is literally ruining my life. I haven’t gone to sleep before 1 a.m. since Sunday, and I have been over an hour late to work every day. Why? Because I cannot stop consuming that godforsaken scene — watching gifs of it over and over, reading y’all’s hilarious takes and memes about it, watching it with the audio descriptions turned on (🥵), watching it with the music removed (🥵🥵), watching Luke and Nicola on their press tour, watching, watching, watching.
Have I started actually watching season 1 of the show? Of course. Did I check out the large-print version of the first book from the library since it was the only copy available? You bet. But I do not care about these other characters and storylines. I want it to be Colin and Penelope on the screen and the page in every sentence and every scene.
And either fortunately or unfortunately, I don’t even have to be looking at a screen to be distracted by them — my daydreaming has never been as maladaptive in my life as it has been this week. I can hardly think of one ten-minute stretch in the past six days in which some imaginary scenario has not been taking over my brain. I want to be part of their world so bad — not just Bridgerton, but Shondaland. As is the case for 90% of all of my daydreams, I want these actors to know I exist. I want them to look at me with just as much awe and love as I look at them. So I might be staring at my computer screen in my cubicle, but in my mind, I’m on a press tour of my own that intersects with theirs. (I’m never the desperate fan with no life in my dreams; my idols always see me as their equal). I might be driving my commute in my car, but in my mind, they’re congratulating me about my own novel being optioned by Netflix. I might be brushing my teeth in my bathroom, but in my mind, we’re laughing together on Graham Norton’s couch.
But Lord, here comes that freaking carriage scene once again, inserting itself into my mind (pun unavoidable). I cannot get over it. I’m so stuck there that I’ve found myself wearing shoes I don’t remember putting on, carrying coffee mugs I don’t remember putting in my bag, driving a speed limit I don’t remember agreeing to as acceptable. There is laundry that needs to be folded. Bills need to be paid. Emails need to be deleted en masse without reading. But I can’t find the door that will let me out of this damn carriage.
I had a conversation with myself two days ago about how we might be able to adapt to this new living situation. After a few temper tantrums, I finally said, “Girl, if you’re going to watch this scene 1,000 times, you have got to find a way to make it a constructive part of your life.” So I did what any rational adult would do: I started writing a scholarly paper about why it’s so powerful — not just for me but, according to the internet, for a lot of women. And I have every intention of writing an entire paper about this … if I can find the time. I’m just so busy right now with consuming this damn scene.
Was starting to write that article enough to satiate my obsession with this scene, with this show and these actors? Of course not. So this morning, I started writing a spicy scene of my own, featuring not Colin and Penelope but two other vaguely outlined characters who I’m sure I’ll give names and personalities to later. I was literally sitting in my cubicle, hunched over my planner, writing down snippets of sexiness in as small a print as possible in case someone walked up on me and looked over my shoulder without me noticing. And I’m not gonna lie: this shit’s good. I’ve never written smut before, because I’ve never had enough spice in my own life to feel like I’d be able to do it justice on paper. But that imagination of mine — she’s a freak. And my mind? My mind has moved way past the gutter. It is now in the outhouse. It’s in the slop with the pigs.
It should have come as no surprise, but as usual, the act of actually writing down the jumble of mess in my brain has had the effect of breaking some of the spell. I was also forced to focus on work because of looming deadlines, and I currently feel calmer than I have since Sunday. But I am truly living in fear of June 13. I cannot go through this again, and I know that I’m bound to, because I know that what’s been shown so far won’t hold a candle to what’s coming. And if I get down bad any further, I will be deep enough in the ground for this to become my final resting place. I’m not ready to be buried, but it feels inevitable.
But somehow, despite my own wants and fears, and despite the fact that we haven’t even been introduced yet to the bedroom where Colin and Penelope are sure to end up, I am somehow already lurking from behind the window curtains in the corner, peeking out at them doing the deed. I know what I hope I’ll see: based on the excerpt I’ve seen from the book, they will be in front of a mirror — expressly because Colin wants Penelope to see herself in full for the glorious goddess she is, and she will look at her sexy, bare self with just as much pride and love as we viewers behind the screen will (but probably with slightly less lust than Colin, who I pray will be very loud about how hot she is).
I am dreaming about this scene, but I dread it. Because if it’s as good as the carriage scene, I will immediately be re-enscripted and sent right back to the trenches where I spent the last six days. I’m excited, but I’m scared. And I’m afraid of getting lost in the woods again, because I know that if I do, I won’t want to be found.
#bridgerton#polin#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#colin x penelope#bridgerton season 3#maladaptive daydreaming#creative writing#send help#nicola coughlan#luke newton
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Clint (Freaky Tales) x gn!reader | 18+ | 2.4k words | masterlist | ao3
summary: Clint only comes to see you when he can’t stay away any longer.
a/n: this is for @iamasaddie’s (kinky) writing challenge 3.0 (prompt: Clint, choking). so from what we know about the movie so far, Clint is trying to get out of the business and be with his (new) family. This is set earlier, before he has those aspirations (and before he has that girlfriend, from what we know – or maybe you are the girlfriend 🤷🏻♀️).
When I got this prompt, I was a little intimidated, I won’t lie. And then @katareyoudrilling said ‘what if Clint is the one being choked’ and here we are.
tags/warnings: gn!reader, reader has no description, enforcer/debt collector behavior, reader watches Clint threaten someone, established d/s relationship, kink negotiation and discussion, choking (muscle, not airway), dom!reader, sub!Clint, pet names (sweetheart, sugar), there's no smut here
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Everyone in the neighborhood knew who the man was, even if they had never spoken to him. It was safer that way. Safer to be able to recognize him, to know the slope of his shoulders, the angle of his brow, even from a distance. Safer to stay out of his line of sight and hope he wasn’t there for you.
It didn’t always go the same way, but there were some things that happened every time like clockwork. From your window you could see how they moved out of his way on the sidewalks and the way they turned their faces down when he passed. You’d noticed a long time ago that no one ever dared to meet his gaze. And when he slowly came to a stop next to his target, whoever it was that day, you could always feel how the entire room hushed and seemed to look away even as they turned their full attention to the show.
It was getting late, already early evening, when the man came around the corner at the end of the street. You were sitting at your desk in the window that gave you the best view, just for moments like this. You recognized him instantly – plaid shirt, dark jeans, face drawn down in a scowl.
He was an imposing figure in the twilight. He stalked forward down the road, every movement telegraphing danger and stay away, if you know what’s good for you. A few teenagers scattered out of his path and regrouped behind him, whispering. A couple of guys on the stoop of the building next door turned inward towards each other, avoiding his gaze as he passed. One teenager coming up the road from the other end of the block crossed the street to avoid him, and then crossed it back again when the man crossed it, too. They needn’t have worried, though – the man barely spared the teen a second glance as he yanked open the door to the diner across the street and stepped inside.
You could see everything that happened next through the panel windows. The man looked right, scanning the crowd, and then left. He must have found what he was looking for, as he continued to the left without even a glance towards the host. Every table he passed ducked their heads, avoiding his gaze. Everyone else in the diner ducked their heads, too, pretending they weren’t watching his every move, just in case.
The man came to a stop next to the third booth from the door. There were two men sitting in it, facing each other, and both shrunk back from him as he leaned forward, pressing the tips of two fingers into the table top. The man’s shoulders were loose, posture open and unassuming, but you knew it didn’t fool anyone in the diner. It definitely didn’t fool you. The violence was still there, lurking under the surface.
You could tell that he was speaking to the guy on the right side of the booth, who had shrunk back so far he was leaning against the wall of windows. There was no way you would be able to hear them from your apartment, of course, but when you saw the man lean in just the slightest bit, you leaned in, too. You imagined it wasn’t going well.
What the man did next confirmed your guess. He moved, suddenly, lightning quick, snapping his left hand out to haul the target up by his shirt front. The man lifted the guy bodily from the booth and shook him, just once, before dropping him back down on the cushioned seat. He bounced and curled back in on himself.
The man’s right fingers were still pressed into the table top. He finally removed them to pull a piece of paper from his back pocket. He held it up between two fingers, right in the target’s face.
It was at this point that the target started to cry.
The rest of the diner turned away, but you kept watching. You watched as the man held his hand out, watched as the target dug in his pockets and produced his wallet. Watched as the man snatched it, pulled out some cash, and tossed it back on the table. Watched as he counted it, shook his head, and said something that made the target shake his head violently.
The man sighed, looking weary. He said something else, just one last thing, and turned on his heel and left.
Something in the way he moved caught your eye.
You tilted your head back against your window and started to smile. You gave it 45 minutes, maybe an hour, before you knew you would hear the knock on your door.
…
You were right. The knock came 49 minutes later and you opened the door to find him standing there in the same outfit you’d just seen through your window. Broad shoulders tugging at his plaid shirt, dark jeans, hair slicked back. Frown and furrowed brow firmly in place.
“Clint,” you greeted, tone even. “Done terrorizing the neighborhood?”
Somehow he frowned harder. “Let me in.” His voice was gruff, low and strained.
You tilted your head as you crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame of your small apartment. “That was quite a show, in the diner,” you replied, ignoring his request. “Big tough guy, huh?”
He sighed and closed his eyes, suddenly looking exhausted. He shook his head. “Just a job, sweetheart. You know how it is.” His tone was closed off, cold.
You regarded him for a moment in silence. You knew what you were looking for, but he wasn’t always in the mood to give it to you. Wasn’t always able to give it to you, even though it was what he came here for. Even though it was what he wanted. You watched as he fought with himself, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists.
But then he shook his head and made a noise low in his throat. Some of the tension went out of his shoulders and you saw something familiar start to appear in his posture. You smiled.
“Please,” he murmured, ducking his head and running his palms up and down his thighs. “Please, can I come in?” His voice was still low and gruff, but the tone had shifted. He was settling into it. He needed something, and he needed it from you.
You were more than happy to provide.
“Come in, then.” You pulled the door open the rest of the way and turned to walk back towards your bedroom. You knew he would follow and you smiled to yourself, small and hidden, when you heard him lock the door and slip his boots off in your entryway.
“You know what to do.” You turned when you reached your bed and settled on the end of it. Without another word he came to kneel in front of you. As he settled into position, a low moan rumbled from his throat and you fought a smile. “Look at you. How long has it been? Two weeks? Three?” You clicked your tongue. “Too long, I think.”
Clint hummed and closed his eyes when you reached out to touch his hair. You took that as confirmation.
“Why do you make yourself wait like that, sugar?” You murmured and watched the way he shivered at the pet name. “Why do you do that to yourself, when you know I’m here for you? Knowing just what you need?” You slid your hand down the side of his face until it came to rest on his jaw. When he didn’t answer, you tapped him sharply on the cheek.
“Answer me, sugar.” Your voice was firm, but warm, and you knew it was a struggle for him to let himself sink into it the way he wanted to. The way he needed to. You could see the struggle playing out across his face.
“I…” he cleared his throat. “I don’t…” he trailed off and you tapped his cheek again. His eyes flew open and you bit back whatever sound you almost made at the sheer exhaustion, sheer loathing you saw in his gaze. You knew none of it was directed at you.
“You don’t what?” You prompted, fingers dancing down the side of his throat.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m a piece of shit. You know it, I know it.” He shook his head. “I don’t deserve it,” he muttered, voice low.
Quick, but not as quick as he’d moved back in the diner, you dug your fingers into his hair and tugged. His head tilted back and his mouth opened around a rough gasp.
“Sugar. You know how I feel about it, when you say things like that.” Your voice was still warm but your grip was hard and you could see the tension leaving his shoulders. We’re getting there. “Tell me.”
Clint cleared his throat and leaned into your hand where it gripped his hair. “I–” he cut himself off abruptly and tried again. “I deserve it.” He was breathing hard, suddenly, like he’d run a long distance before falling at your feet.
“Deserve what, sugar?” You lifted your free hand to cup his cheek even as you kept your firm grip in his hair with the other. You knew he didn’t want to say it, but you knew he also needed it. Craved it. He’d get it out, even if it felt like pulling the words through a throat made of glass shards and a million regrets.
“I deserve to be…” he trailed off and you tugged at his hair again. His eyes were closed and you could see him fighting it. He took a haggard breath and said, by rote, “I deserve to be cared for. I, hmm, deserve warmth.” You tugged again. “And peace.”
You hummed and loosened your grip. “Good.” He sighed, tension leaking out of his form, eyes still closed.
You’d agreed on the words early on, when you’d negotiated what would happen between you. There were things he wanted, things he needed, things he wouldn’t let himself have. Things he didn’t think he deserved.
You wanted to show him that he did. It was all you’d wanted, from the first time you’d done this for him. With him.
“Very good, sugar,” you repeated. He moaned, quietly. You smiled. “Can you tell me what you need?”
Clint shook his head, brow furrowed again.
You nodded. “Alright. I’ll give you some options, ok?” He nodded quickly and you smiled again. “Good.” You trailed your hands through his hair and down his arms until your hands circled each of his wrists. “Do you want to be tied down?”
He shook his head again and made a low noise of disagreement.
“Thank you, sugar.” You skimmed your hands back up his arms to his throat, where you wrapped them loosely with no pressure. You murmured, voice low, “is this what you want, then?”
You felt his pulse pick up beneath your fingers before he nodded.
“Mmm, good.” You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “It’s been a while, so we’ll go slow. Just three times. I’ll count it out and you’ll tell me how it feels, after. Right away, each time.” He nodded and you traced your eyes over his features. His expression was already bordering on bliss when you tapped his cheek again sharply. “Yes?”
His eyes fluttered open and you saw the mingling of his hope and desire and fear and need behind his gaze. “Yes, please. I will.” His words fell out around a moan and you smiled.
“Good.”
You moved your hands into position slowly, steadily, watching his expression as you did. His hands moved to rest on your ankles as he shuffled forward between your knees.
Your left hand tangled in his hair and your right slipped around until you were cupping the back of his neck in your hand, finding a firm grip with your fingers on one side and your thumb on the other. You pressed down just enough to find the column of muscles along his lovely throat and smiled.
“Be good for me, sugar.”
He nodded sharply.
You pressed down with your fingers into the muscle of his neck, tightening your hold. You felt him tense and then almost slump into the hold, all tension leaving his body at last.
Quietly, you counted to five, and then slowly released your grip on his neck. When your fingers slid loosely from their positions, he cleared his throat. “I feel–” he hummed. “I feel good.”
“Very good, sugar,” you praised, running your fingertips up and down his neck. You saw the corner of his mouth twitch towards a smile. “Here we go.”
You moved your fingers back into position and squeezed again, grip firm on the muscle of his neck. He moaned, this time, clutching at your calf muscles to hold himself up. You counted to five and when you released your grip he moaned again, low and soft.
“I–” he trailed off and shook himself. “I feel so good.” His voice was low and gravelly and you could hear the wonder in it. The wonder at how well you took care of him, every time.
“Thank you, sugar.” You combed through his hair with your left hand and hummed. “One more. Yes?”
He nodded. “Please,” he begged, barely a whisper.
“Ok. Last time.” You moved your left hand to rest gently on the front of his throat, just so he knew it was there. With your right gripping firmly around the back of his neck, you squeezed again, just a little bit firmer this time. The way you knew he liked. You counted slowly to five.
Clint was silent. You could see him falling into himself, into your hold, even with his eyes closed. When you released his neck he sank onto the floor and to the side, sitting instead of kneeling. He sucked in a sharp breath. “I feel–” he stopped, nothing else forthcoming, and you gripped his face firmly in both palms.
He blinked his eyes open. His gaze was hazy but full of only wonder and desire, all fear and loathing chased away under your firm hand. “I feel so fucking good,” he whispered roughly.
You smiled at him, holding his face between your palms. “You are so fucking good, sugar.”
He whined, eyes falling shut again, and leaned forward until his forehead came to rest on your thigh. You ran your hands through his hair again and ghosted your fingertips over his neck where you’d just held him.
You leaned forward until your lips brushed his ear as you murmured, “thank you for being so good for me.”
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keep you in a bottle
T/W: mentions of Boothills backstory and the reader who’s a direct victim of the IPC. Writing about it has made me think of parallels to current world happenings; I am well aware of the genocide happening in Palestine and I do not write this to glorify the situation whatsoever nor do I support the genocides. If you would like to help Palestine, there is a post by sulfurcosmos which explains different methods you can help Palestinians direct and non-directly:
These methods include donating, petitioning and campaigning (with inclusions of boycotting).
END THE GENOCIDE.
If my works do anything to offend you or any party, please let me know so I can amend or take down anything.
I do not mention descriptions of anything visceral in my work, the most being: “…the IPC fully invaded, but he told you that as he rummaged through the wreck of scorched land he'd found the chip at the entrance of where the nursery would've been in the shared house…” other descriptions include the idea of having a cybernetic body.
He'll pry the door open with his leg, too cool to use the actual handle, right about--
The door swings open followed by the beams of sunlight reflecting off the metallic surface of the medals and bullets hanging from his jacket and belt. Entering the hotel room, every movement he makes is loud and punctuated by the tinkling of metal and the clicks of his spurs -- in your daydreams sometimes he takes the form of a souvenir seller, like the ones they have in the big-shot planets he had travelled to in the past. You can see him hollering at smudged out faces, waving trinkets and brushing against people with his tassel-like long hair.
You love his hair; the length and how when he sways you can see the strands dance in river-like streaks. When you were younger you had to fight him tooth-and-nail to get your grubby hands on those clumps. Daylight burnt through fights that ended with you pinning his hands to his sides as he wriggled on his front, your weight pressing him down as you'd tear through his hair with your own hairbrush. Now adays you can't really brawl with him in the same way.
"What'chu dreaming 'bout, sugar?" He hauls a bag to the centre table, the contents clanking. His grin is razor sharp, cutting into his cheeks as he starts rummaging through it.
"You. Your hair. Braiding it and stuff, you know? You'd ever think about wearing it up or something?" From where you are, you can't quite see the emotion the flicks past his face. Moments like this, whenever he comes home with his bag of goodies, he looks like a wounded hound licking at his paws showing off the scraps he's managed to scrounge up. "I like that one."
From the bag he produces what looks like a panel of white metal, "like porcelain." Holding it up, he continues rummaging, "came with some fancy bits. Gold and all."
"All for me?"
His gaze momentarily flickers to you, staring through your form. You'd imagine how maybe he'd loom over you, bat at a strand of your hair, flick your forehead, brush his metal fingers against the flesh of your flesh. But the way he looks at you now, uncertain and alien. There are days he can't bring himself to look at you: thinks about what could've been-- what is. He likes to tuck you to his chest on these days, press you close to his non-existent heartbeat, have your hum resonate with the mechanical system inside him. His body is efficient, quiet and invisible to the naked ear, but some days you can really hear him, hear the sliding pumps and groan of metal joints.
"Only the best."
"Maybe you'll find something to fix that Synesthesia Beacon of yours."
Air passes through him in a throat chuckle, "ya think?"
Across the table he's laid out all sort of odd sheets of metal, some sturdy or bent, and he stands above the selection with his hands propped on his hips and leaning back. Cupping the bottom of his face he beckons you closer as you flicker next to him. "What’d ya reckon. Do ya like it?"
"The selection?"
"Naw, the table--" he clicks his tongue. "Yes the selection."
A smile would've pressed against your cheeks as you'd brush your hip against his. But, you don't have a physical hip to brush against his, instead your visage passing his form. The contact is non-existent, but he finds himself jolted still. "Sorry." You don't know what you're apologising for. "Well, um, it's a selection alright."
"Not good 'nough?"
"No-- it is! It's just… hard to imagine…"
"A body." You choose to not look at him.
When you had the chance to really inspect his body, the whole sleek design had been incredibly difficult to grasp for a country bumpkin like yourself. Imagine, mechanical bodies and not just the ones where the head's full of wires. His actual brain is in there, working and pumping whatever fluid they used for his blood or something. Does he even have blood? He'd never let you see the worst of his fights and you've only really seen him in action when he got good at what he did. When he had credit and cash spilling from his fingertips the same way that he let his bullets rain. Being a galaxy ranger was good for him, the best option for him after what had happened -- but he's never told you what went into that surgery, or more like he could never explain it.
"Look," he fidgets with his left hand, popping out his revolver chamber and spinning the wheel slowly, "it's not that deep when ya really think about it, honey."
"Boothill. I want you to look at me when you reassure me." He pauses. Then, he turns to look at you. Really look at you.
Your form flickers before him. There's a slight blue sheen over the visage of what you would've looked like -- what you should've looked like if you were physically alive. Boothill has razor sharp vision, even with one eye, but he struggles to look at you with a steady gaze. He fidgets in a way you don’t really see him, always one to ooze with confidence, dancing through bullet shells and pressing the nozzle of guns into his abdomen.
"When you made the decision to… did it hurt?"
"It hurt, alright." A belly-type laughter rasps his throat as he adjusts his hat, "but it hurt more know those little vermons would be going scot-free if I weren't chasing 'em down."
The thought makes you quiet. Outside you could make out the whizzing of hover cars and the cute little squishing sound those little billboards make as they trail behind you. There’s laughter and chatter and life.
Boothill adjusts his footing, his spur clicking as he shifts to be closer to you, just shy of what would be him pressing against your body.
"Yer'll still be you to me." He huffs, "metallic body er not, yer' still… Plus, I think it'll be easier for ya. No nerves to server, or gas to suck on. Just gotta boot you down."
"Gee. Real assuring."
"Ain't it?" And you think about it as he starts chucking the bad metal in the pile he's collected in the corner of your temporary living space.
You'd be awake as nothing more than waves of light one moment, then the next you'd have a body. Something real physical. And that'd be great-- but the morality of real death would come back, wouldn't it? No longer would you worry about Boothill losing you, or scratching your chip up a little too much, death would be in your hands once more. It's easier to be mad at someone else, but yourself?
Boothill never told you in detail on how he'd found your body the day the IPC fully invaded, but he told you that as he rummaged through the wreck of scorched land he'd found the chip at the entrance of where the nursery would've been in the shared house. It was small in size and a bit thick, almost lost amongst the greys and black, only found through its blinking blue light that winked through the rubble. He would've tossed it away if it weren't for your name etched into its surface.
He held onto the hope that it meant anything and clutched onto the chip well after he got his cyborg body, at one point forgetting it and keeping it in his boot for safe keeping ("… in your boot." "It kept ya safe, dun'it?"). Just by chance he had his hands on some holographic projector and popped the chip in. Then, there you were. Loading bit by bit, but just the same as you’d been the night before the wipe out. Same face, same body, hands and feet. You were still, as if frozen, and he'd been… well it was a lot. For him and you, who'd been in… well, not the best mind when you came to be.
"I… guess so. I-- and you'll be able to really find this doctor again?"
"Found her once, and I'll find her again, sugar. And before you know it," he tips his hat, averting his gaze to the whirring device projecting your form. "We can do all the hair braiding ya want."
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what do you think of the comments on mdl of my stand in calling ming a cheater?
hi nonnie []~(￣▽￣)~* that's actually something i've been thinking to write about because i saw those remarks as well but it is such a controversial thing to discuss. if you don't mind, this discussion post will be filled with mild spoilers of the novel.
!!!!!! novel spoilers warning !!!!!!
alright so first of all, @ineffable-opinions wrote an excellent post about the danmei tropes in my stand-in (which i highly recommend everyone to read). this is a great post as they discussed the white moonlight trope presented in my stand-in.
i don't consider ming, a cheater because as i see it, tong was simply ming's white moonlight. ming never established a physical nor emotional connection with tong, throughout his time knowing joe. tong was always an idealised fantasy, he's mistaken it for it to be love. in other words, i see it as ming looking up tong like a delulu fanboy with an idol crush than him actually having any substantive feelings for tong ever. i mean if you had a partner that looked like a kpop idol, and sex with your partner makes you feel like you're achieving your sexual fantasy, are you cheating on your partner? maybe? maybe not? probably controversial and debatable question but for me, i don't consider it 'cheating'. i do think ming took for granted joe's genuine feelings and did not fully appreciate joe's affection (ming you ungrateful bish, repent).
during their time together playing pseudo 'not boyfriends', ming showed that he could be an okay partner. whether it's caring about joe's day at work, how hard joe's job as a stuntman, accepting joe's invitation to accompany him to his wrapped filming party.
i mean it's really bare minimum but that's already quite a lot coming from the dude who's afraid as hell once joe started mentioning the 'faen' word, triggering his self-defense mechanism, depreciating himself trying to claim that joe wouldn't be able to stand him.
i think one of the most obvious example of how afraid ming was to lose this relationship, was him using the word 'faen' in the last breakup fight with joe. this line was very ironic of him to say, because i'm sure even ming knows this line applies more to himself (how in this life, ming won't be able to find a better boyfriend than joe).
i absolutely love ming's emotion progression in ep 4 because it encapsulates perfectly his 21 year old spoiled brat attitude. he was confused when broken up over the phone, then mad and started throwing tantrum trying to get joe to coax him (like joe always does), until he realized it wouldn't work this time and he started frantically begging for joe to stay so they could go back to playing house and being happy.
personally, i don't consider it cheating because by around ep3/4, you can already started seeing ming settling down with the option that makes him "happy". some may even argued that by this point, he has 'recognized' his feelings (not me though, i think he just wanted his simple happiness/domestic bliss back, i still think it's during the period he lost joe 1.0 that he learned what love truly is).
now the most important question of all: is ming cheating on joe 1.0 with joe 2.0 or vice versa?
to quote chapter 63 of Professional Body Double (My Stand-In novel), i think the author puts it best how ming views joe 2.0.
He has fallen to the point of looking for the shadow of that person in a substitute. This is his punishment. When he thought that he was using [Joe] as [Tong]’s substitute, he was not aware of the actual person who had entered his heart.
He had failed miserably with this method but still could not help himself from wanting to try. There are no other reasons. Just that he was in too much pain. He can’t endure anymore.
He was adamant that [Joe] is not dead but no one could confirm it. That little doubtful voice in his heart is getting louder and louder, but is roughly suppressed by him time and time again. To continually be persistent with this thought, he needed a lot of willpower. He knew better than anyone else. Even if this [Joe] could bring him a little comfort, he wanted to be close to him, just like a long frozen person wanting to be close to a matchstick.
This can’t save him… but he couldn’t stop himself from taking that little warmth.
i LOVE this metaphor and this little inner thought of ming we got because we can see how he's very much aware that he's falling right back into the bad habit that got him into trouble in the first place but... he's a fucking fool... who resorts to spiritual shamans for hope...
but also the familiarity he got from joe 2.0 is way too strong to joe 1.0. so for me, i'm seeing it as ming is using joe 2.0 as a means for comfort and relief as well as keeping him close to observe the similarities between him and joe 1.0, rather than viewing joe 2.0 as a replacement for joe 1.0 (because keep in mind, at this point he doesn't know they're the same person yet).
so !!!!!!!!! BIG WARNING of spoilers from the novel !!!!!!!!! if joe had considered joe 2.0 to be a direct replacement of joe 1.0, i don't think he would have had this conversation with joe 2.0 about joe 1.0.
Ming spoke right at this time. His voice sounded very faint and very soft, “Joe, are you hiding something from me?”
Joe didn’t know what Ming meant by this. He asked cautiously, “I don’t understand what Khun Ming means.”
Ming, “The feelings you give me is too familiar. It’s as if I’ve known you and have lived with you before. Why is this?”
Joe forced himself to responded, “Maybe this is fate.”
If it wasn’t because they are fated, they would not be in the predicament of today…with a relationship that is so unclear in both past and current lifetimes.
“Joe. Tell me….If a person had been missing for more than two years, do you think he may still be alive?”
Joe’s tensed up and smiled, “Most likely impossible. If still alive, he would have come back already.”
“Why can’t he be alive? It could be that he didn’t come back because he doesn’t want to come back.”
Joe is silent for a moment, “Khun Ming, are you talking about the other Joe?”
Joe clearly felt Ming’s body stiffened. Then Ming asked, “How much do you know about him?”
“I don’t know anything at all. I just heard from what others have said.”
Ming quietly asked, “Then do you know what relationship I have with him?”
Joe’s heart tightened, What relationship? You say, what relationship?
He clenched his teeth in the dark, “I don’t know.”
Ming’s voice is like the rising of the quiet abyss, cold and empty, “I feel that he’s not dead. He just doesn’t want to come back.”
Joe heard his own voice dissociated from his thoughts and automatically asked, “Why won’t he want to come back?”
Ming didn’t respond to his question, instead he tightened his arms around Joe.
i like that in the 2.0 timeline, we got ming learning but also not learning his dumbass mistakes at all. ming learned that he should be upfront about his feelings and be straightforward with his sexual partner, but at the same time he's still impatient, hot tempered and say hurtful things easily.
so i think through and through the second half of the series, you'll see his fidelity to joe (the soul) only. while perhaps it was the shadow of a back that mesmerized ming in the first place, but it's the kindhearted soul of joe that ming truly fell in love with, the person that showed him what love means, the only period in his life where he felt happiness.
© gif courtesy of the talented @alienwlw
you can also check out @befuddledcinnamonroll and @ineffable-opinions discussion on matters of transmigration, attachment of the soul with the body in their excellent posts, here and here. to sum it up, i think up kinda succintly puts it here in this interview.
of course, this is not to excuse dating/fucking anyone who resembles your missing ex but then treating them like they're your object ;_; like i'm just saying i don't think what ming is doing with joe 2.0 can be categorized as cheating (for me). it's something scummy, foolish, dumb, really stupid but... not cheating ┗( T﹏T )┛.
also if you notice, ming doesn't sleep around. surely he could have slept with dozen of nice looking man with similar physique to joe 1.0 to "keep the warmth" if he was that type of dude... but he doesn't... so for me, i see this proposal he has for joe 2.0 is not simply because of a physical attraction/similarity to joe, but it's the vibe/the aura/the ✨energy✨ that joe 2.0 radiates that is too similar to joe 1.0, drawing ming to him again.
tldr: ming is a lot of things but for me, i would never characterize him as a cheater. ming is a scummy, spoiled, arrogant, entitled, hot tempered hi-so brat but also a foolish little crying bag with zero wife-chasing skills. his only tactic is begging and getting his waterworks flowing.
ps: i'm not sure if this ask actually answers your question at all but hopefully some of my thoughts made sense ಥ_ಥ
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“Let me get this straight: You’re calling me at 3 am, disrupting my beauty sleep on a workday, to ask me out?" - for Buck and Bucky please!
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Thanks for the request - this one was so fun to write. I hope you like it :)
They’d settled near each other, after the war.
On that Florida air strip, where Wisconsin lay one way and Wyoming another, it had taken root inside Gale: the life ahead of him with patient, wonderful Marge, who no man could ever deserve, had stopped driving him on, compared to the life behind him with John.
When Gale had turned up on John’s doorstep, all his bags in hand and asking if he knew of any rooms to rent in town, he’d gotten to enjoy the sight of Major John Clarence Egan speechless for the first time in his life.
Gale had achieved what the combined forces of the US military, countless missions, German fighter pilots and a POW camp could not.
John had tried to offer him a room at his house, but Gale refused. It would have been easy, so easy to say yes and slip unspoken into this something between them. But Gale was sick of it being unspoken. He wanted to do it right this time.
In the days following his arrival, they found Gale a place to live, and like John, he found himself a little part time job to keep him busy and keep him from plundering his savings from his military salary, which remained largely untouched and offered a pretty little nest egg should he ever need it. (But not for the little apartment he and John found for him; that was hopefully only temporary.)
In the weeks following his arrival, they spent time together doing up the parts of John’s house that had gone without care for a little too long, and making Gale’s apartment feel a little more like a home. They went to eat in restaurants and John showed Gale his favourite haunts (not all of them bars, he was pleasantly surprised to see). They drove and walked around, perfectly aimless for once in their lives.
But none of it, Gale thought, could have been constituted as a date. And Gale did so want to date John. He wanted to take him out and make him feel special and walk him to his door at the end of the night and see if he could be lucky enough to steal a kiss.
He just had to ask him. Because apparently John was a gentleman, following this thing at Buck’s pace.
Gale had almost asked him that first day he’d turned up tired and hungry and John had taken care of him like it was the easiest thing in the world.
He’d almost asked him when John had dragged a heavy second-hand bookshelf up a flight of stairs to Gale’s apartment because he knew how Gale loved books and cleanliness in equal measure.
He almost asked him when Gale had a bad day and a worse evening, and John had steered them passed all the bars, up to Gale’s apartment, settled him with a poorly-made tea, and read to him from a physics book where he mispronounced half the words (Gale thought at least half must have been on purpose).
And now Gale was lying awake at some ungodly hour because he almost asked him.
Gale had been a cocksure pilot; one of the best, him and John. He had led squadrons of men in war, kept his guys together in a POW camp for a year and a half. He knew himself and what he was about. But here he was, flaking out, being a coward - a whole big pile of chicken shit - over John, who'd never made him feel anything but brave.
What kinda man was he?
Gale threw back the covers and hauled himself out of bed.
He was Major Gale W Cleven—Buck—goddamn it, and he could do this.
One of the selling points of his apartment had been its own private line. He padded out to the tiny lounge and picked up the phone and dialled the number he knew off by heart by now.
*
They were finally flying home, he and Buck. Just like he promised.
Gale grinned at him from the left. It was that grin he tried to hide sometimes, the one that showed off the apples of his cheeks and couldn't disguise his soft eyes when he looked at John.
When they both turned eyes front to enjoy the clear blue skies together that would take them home, Bucky saw them. The white far-off pinstripes of a hoard of incoming German fighters. But they were still a way off; they still had time. Buck still had time.
“Bail out, Buck!” They were so close to going home, he wasn’t risking Buck now.
But Gale just smiled at him. “Since when have you backed down from a challenge, Jon?”
The Germans were nearly on them.
“Gale! Go—get out! I’ll cover—!”
Gale petted the yoke unhurried. “Easy, Bucky. We’re safe as houses up here. Last two pilots left in the sky, just like you said.”
The Germans opened fire with a shrill ringing, ringing, ringing—
John bolted up in bed, chest heaving and heart beating hard and fast.
The phone was ringing.
He collapsed back onto the sheets. “Fuck.”
He almost let the phone ring out. It was fuck-knows-when in the morning. But then he remembered the very exclusive list of people who actually had his number, and he felt like he was jolting out of a nightmare all over again as he scrambled to catch it before it ringing stopped.
Buck. Buck might need him.
In the hallway, he snatched up the phone as soon as his fingertips grazed the smooth dark plastic. “H-hello?”
Whoever was on the other end was lucky to hear his voice over the thundering of his heart.
“It’s me, John.”
Buck. He knew it. “What is it?” He asked blunt and panicked. “What’s happened? What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’! Nothin’ John, I swear.” Buck exhaled slow. “Uh, I uh, god. I’m sorry; I wasn’t thinking.”
Sheepish. Buck sounded sheepish. He could work with sheepish. It wasn’t frightened, afraid.
“It’s fine, Buck,” he said. Heart finally getting under control. “C’mon, it’s fine. What’s on your mind?”
“I just, um. I was wonderin’. You promised me a baseball game. I was wonderin’ if I could take ya.”
Bucky frowned. Much as he was warmed by Gale remembering a promise he made what felt like a lifetime ago; and as much as something inside tingled and sparked at Gale asking him to one, he did wonder if Gale hadn't woken up from the same kinda dream as him. The kind that made it hard to fall back asleep and left you reaching for distractions.
But still, like hell he was going to pass up this kind of opportunity. “Well—well, yeah, Buck, of course. I'll take you to a game. “
“No.” Gale blurted too loud down the line. “No, I wanna take you. Like a…”
That tingling and sparking thing caught and used up John’s body like tinder. “Let me get this straight,” he sad faintly and cast a look at the hallway clock finally. “You’re calling me at three am, disrupting my beauty sleep on a work day, to ask me out?”
Maybe Gale’s blood was pounding as furiously as John’s, because that was the only reason he couldn’t have heard the delighted, tremulous, terrified disbelief in John’s voice.
Instead, Gale rushed out over the line, “No, no. I know. It was—God, I’m sorry, John. Go back to sleep. It was stupid—just—goodnight.”
John was left calling the dial tone Buck.
Stupid, Buck had said. Well, John felt everything he had ever wanted at his fingertips. If Buck wanted stupid, he would give him stupid.
It wasn’t far from John’s house to town, so he didn’t bother with a coat. He simply shoved a sweater over his undershirt and some boots on his feet and took off running.
By the time he got to Gale’s apartment building, the cool night had turned to fog, to a gentle spray, to a light rain. The thin pajama pants he wore started to stick, and his curls caught droplets of dewy moisture and sprinkled them on his face and neck.
He unlocked the door to the building with the key Gale had cut for him and headed straight for 1B. He knocked once and Gale didn’t answer within three seconds, so he let himself in the apartment, too.
The lights were out and Bucky headed for the bedroom, figuring Gale had gone back to bed to try and get some sleep. The curtains were thin and some strains of the street lights lit the room a little. John saw Gale, his back shoved against the wall, all bundled up like they’d never been able to do at the stalag.
He got close and gently shook his shoulder. “Buck. Buck.”
Gale woke quick and was upright in a second, eyes alert but mouth full and puffed up in sleep. “John? What’s wrong?”
Gale tried to get up out of bed but John pushed him back down. “S’okay. All good, Buck.”
“What are you doing here? It’s—”
“’Bout 3.20am. You never let me answer. On the phone.”
Gale cleared his throat and looked at his covers like they were some new textbook that demanded all of his attention. John smiled small and cheeky out of Buck’s sight and reached out to pluck up a strip of covers with his fingers to tease the material out of Buck’s grasp.
“Yes,” John whispered, smug and happy. “Obviously you can take me on a date.” He sat on the edge of Gale’s bed who now looked at him eyes wide and full of wonder. “But I want the whole nine yards: good seats, hot dogs, you desperately trying to follow along—the whole shebang.”
Gale smiled that same apple-cheeked smile from John’s dream. “You come all the way here in the rain to say yes to a question I chickened outta askin’?”
“Mhm,” John agreed cheerfully.
Gale laughed and collapsed back onto his bed. Only John’s damp clothes and the crumb of decorum he had left stopped him from collapsoing down with him.
“Thank you, John. I would love to take you out.”
“’Kay,” John said softly biting on his lip before collecting himself before it was too late. He stood up and slapped his hands on his thighs. “Well, g’night Buck. Sleep tight.”
He turned on his heels to make from the room and Gale called after him.
“John!”
John spun round, hand on the door jam. Gale looked at him, exasperated and fond.
“It is 3.30 in the morning. It’s rainin’. You can stay till morning.”
John shook his head, droplets spattering the wall. “You gotta wait for that, Buck. Your girl isn’t easy.”
Gale gave an amused huff and leaned his head back against the wall, before John’s words took root. He sat up at the gall of of the man and yelled through the open door. “Since when?!”
He heard John’s laugh even as the front door to his apartment swung closed.
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“I THINK” — . . . Tyler, The Creator ♬
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HEADCANNONS/DRABBLE FOR NICOLAS STURNIOLO. . .
How he acts while he has feelings for you. Includes how he acts before and during the time in which the two of you have finally gotten together.
WARNINGS: male!reader, use of Y/n
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BEFORE —
I feel like I can see him just not shutting up about you. Like, EVER.
IT’S to the point where his brothers just tune him out the very second he starts one of his rants about you.
EX:
The triplets had just gotten back from the store, just needing to pick up a few things for an upcoming video.
A few bags of items fell onto the counter, some of the objects toppling out from the bags and onto their counters. One of them happened to be a candy that you enjoyed.
“Oh, Y/n loves these! I actually found that out when…” Nick started to ramble on about you. Receiving a groan and a sigh from the other two boys, this being something that happened one too many times in a day, according to both Matt and Chris.
END OF EX
DON’T even get me started on how clingy and touchy he would be with you.
I can see him always having an arm slung around you or having your hands locked together, him just never getting sick of that tingly feeling whenever he comes in contact with you.
DURING —
HE just wants to show you off in any way he can now that you're his.
TAKING pictures and posting them with you, holding your hands in public, always talking about you, etc, etc…
CUDDLES with him are a NEED.
STILL just as clingy as before, if not more now.
THOUGHT his hand-holding was excessive before? Just take a look at how it is now.
BUT, he would not hesitate to stop if you asked for some space or just to not be touched.
HE would still find a way to work you into the conversation. No matter what it might be.
OF course, only if it would be appropriate at that time.
OVERALL just the best best boyfriend ever.
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NOTE:
SORRY for no updates recently, I really don’t have an explanation other than I just never found the time or energy to write.
I really REALLY want to write a series for Nick but I have no idea what to write it abt😓 (GIVE ME IDEAS/SEND IN REQUESTS PLEASE)
LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED
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I just want to say that the most recent chapter, at the time of writing this, of your fic (where Pac and Mike travel back in time to a 2b Fit, forgive me for forgetting the name) had me so enthralled. I've said this before but I don't think there are nearly enough fics that thoroughly explore the absolute internalised homophobia a man would develop in a place like 2b, so to have a fic like yours properly portray it is like a dream. That chapter has been stuck in my mind since I first read it, and I've reread it a couple of times.
I can't get over how well you showed that he wasn't just angry, but genuinely terrified. I love the emphasis on him being above all just so fucking scared of that information existing out loud. It's such a good angle. And he's not completely dead shocked by the revelation, and jumps straight into denial, which makes it come across - to me, anyway - as if he has already been aware of this fact about himself for a while, like he knows, and he actively works to hide it everyday. There's so much implied in what isn't said . It leaves you wondering how long he's known, how much he thinks about it, if anyone else in his life has ever known, if he has witnessed first hand what happens to people like him (has he ever watched someone get killed for that while having slurs and horribly vulgar and vivid insults thrown at them, and tried his hardest not to picture himself in that position, as the victim?) ... And most of all you wonder what the aftermath of the interaction looks like on his end. Is he panicking silently up in that room, expecting a mob at his door by morning? What is he thinking, what's running through his head? What does he expect to happen now?
I just love the angle you took and how it was written, and that you decided to pick up the heavy subject matter and write it where a lot of other writers seem hesitant. It's so intriguing .
Thank you so much for this ask!!! I could go crazy over this chapter as well and point out so many details, I'm gonna get into some here, but not all (since I wanna keep some stuff ambigitous/secret still and cuz if i mentioned it all it would be a long post, but I will probably go deeper into some more things once the fic is over cuz I have so many things and smaller details I wan't to get into!!! ) (Also I guess if you want to keep thing ambigious and not 'peek behind the curtain' about some things with this fic don't keep reading)
I have seen some people say Fit's reaction to Mike's comment is with self-denial but honestly it's a lot closer to just being him denying Mike and Pac's words. He's not lying to himself, he's strictly lying to Pac and Mike, and I'm glad I was able to make that clear and people are picking up on it!
Not gonna go to much into it right now ( that's for later in the fic 🤫), but he's very aware he is gay.
As a queer person myself homophobia is sadly not something i'm unfamiliar with. I have experinced it directed towards me and I have seen it happen to other people. Meanwhile i've also done research about internalised homophobia as best I can. I know it's a heavy subject matter (and the fic has a lot of violence/gore as well, it's rated M for a reason) so I'm glad so many people are intrigued by the fic despite it (however I fully understand if someone would not like the themes and cuz of that won't read it). I'm hoping to portray it and handle the themes as best i can.
I also think it would just makes sense from a character perspective, you have a man who has been on 2b2t for years, surrounded by slurs for all lgbtq memebers and wathcing people get specially targeted for stuff like that, and that would fuck with you as a closeted gay person. Not only bring you fear of being "found out", but also adapting homophobi language to look less like "one of them" while also just ingraning it in yourself.
Fit's been told the person he is bad, and knows that if people find out he's gay there will be a lot of negative consequnces, so he hides it. And then here comes Mike, not only saying that he knows he's gay but also that "it's obvious" that he likes Pac. For Mike and Pac it's a factual thing they know, while they also know is dangerous to Fit in the wrong hands. They also think it's obvious Fit likes Pac beacuse they know what to look for.
For Fit it sounds like these random guys, despite his best efforts, knows he's gay, the other says he has photo evidence he's gay, and then said he is awful at hiding it. These two people could ruin his life and have him killed so easily. That's what Fit heard and that is terrifying.
This is also one of the reason this fic is only from Pac's POV becuase I want it to be as unclear for the reader what Fit is thinking as it is for Pac. You don't know how Fit thinks in the past, what ideas he has or how he looks at thing which I think it both intruging for readers but also terrifying. You never know what Fit's next move is going to be.
Once again, thank you so much for the ask! I love talking about my fics so thank you for giving me a reason to!
#toast fic#I should really have a tag for this fic or something umm#I'm worried bout the future fic#that works for now#ask#tw homophobia#it's very late for me right now so i hope this makes sense and is readable
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exactly! i wanted to like tommy tbh i liked him in 703 and 704. 705 was meh to me. i couldnt really find it in myself to care because the entire episode was about buck freaking out about telling eddie. 706 just made me ???? because of the bachelor party scenes. like why are we having the new bf dismiss buck at every turn while eddie is all in if they want us to root for this man. he wouldve had to change at work anyway so why didnt he dress up. then again in 709 he’s just shooting down bucks joy with the “enjoy it while it lasts” thing and then we already discussed 710. like sure buck made it a bit jokey but then tommy sounded completely serious when he said “no i dont. i hope you do though!” im someone who’s very sarcastic in her own humor and i couldnt tell he was joking. like i get that they want tommy to be snarky or whatever but something about it just falls flat for me. some of the comments he makes feel like stuff he shouldn’t feel comfortable saying yet to someone he’s only started seeing in the past couple months.
also the evan thing confuses me because lou said on cameo the script supervisor told him he isnt allowed to call buck ‘buck’. i wonder if thatll ever be addressed in s8 because that feels weird to me. especially since buck has insisted people call him buck in the past but idk if thats even anything to actually think about. like im not sure if the writers just dont know what to do with this man or if they’re actually writing him to be a short term thing. its so easy to add depth to their relationship and open up a chance to be vulnerable but they either choose not to entirely or give those moments to eddie -birthmark anon
NO SAME LIKE I AM DOWN FOR RIVAL LOVE INTERESTS TO MY SHIPS IF THEYRE WRITTEN WELL
I WAS MID TYPING I HOPE YOU DONT SEE THIS YET
Like I made a whole post about how the show bones had Hannah and she was the best and the way they wrote her made her GENUINELY likeable
And 911 couldve pulled that off so easily with Tommy but just keep choosing not to??? Like they are making (imo) very intentional writing choices that just don’t develop him or bucktommy very well when they could literally just NOT make those choices like they’re fully in control so while these things are realistic and can have good explanations the writers are intentionally choosing to include them and write them a specific way
Like idk about you but if I wanted people to aim for my couple I would go about it VERY differently
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https://www.tumblr.com/starfxkr/751491327267667968/i-think-it-was-you-that-had-th-hc-that-pope-and
So I went to listen to this song because I’ve never heard it before and now I’m begging you to write a little blurb about it
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it was just nice to hear his voice, with pope going to college on the mainland, and you relegated to community college on the island, you felt lonelier than ever. even with your alternating weekend visits it just wasn't the same.
so when he proposed discord calls during the week you were ecstatic. now you could see and talk to him whenever the night was right.
and the night couldn't have been better.
"shit...you're so fuckin hot, i can't wait to come back home just so i can touch you again." thank god pope had his own room, if his roommates could see him now he wouldn't hear the end of it--he was gripping the base of his dick in efforts not to cum, doing his best to focus on the distant waves crashing in the background as he watched you circle the vibrator around your clit.
you hated getting like this, you'd been looking forward to your call all day and you'd been walling around hot and bothered, snapping at any and everyone, "i can't keep doing this, i need you home." and uncharacteristic whimper leaves your lips but you don't care.
pope starts stroking himself again, groaning when you spread your lips so he can see your hole twitching in need.
"it's almost over, one more semester and i'm yours for good i promise." he brings a hand down to cup his balls and you know he doesn't have much in him left to hold on.
letting your head fall back against the pillow you hold the broad head of the toy press right where you want it until you're panting his name, "pope...oh fuck, please come home--fuck--imissyouimissyou." your back arches and your toes curl as you cum and all you hears in a soft "oh shit." as you raise your head to watch him.
pope's eyes are clenched shut, his stomach trembling as cum shoots out of him like a high pressure jet--splattering across his chest and face until he's wrung dry.
"damn, look at that." he lifts his hand to show you the mess he's covered in and pope's smiling when you let out a sharp cackle.
"good thing you got that out before you came back, you not gonna shoot my club up with all that."
he rolls his eyes and reaches for some tissue and cleans himself off, "shut up dude, you just do that to me."
you make no moves to get dressed, just watching him as he hums some song you don't know, "i really do miss you."
"i miss you too, like i said just one more semester and i'm yours."
in reply, you let out a yawn setting up your computer next to your pillow as he sets his up too, "wanna play our game?"
"you always fall asleep first."
"no i don't!"
pope rolls his eyes, picking the category and starting, "whatever. constellations: andromeda."
"boötes."
"cassiopeia."
you don't make it to "f" before you're asleep.
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All the ways lead to you - part 3
Read Part 2
Characters - Aemond Targaryen and Inara Maegyr (OFC) in a modern AU.
Warnings - Slow burn. Mentions of alcohol and smoking.
Summary - Inara tries to figure out how she feels about everything that happened on her first day at work.
Note - Flashback and internal monologues are in Italics.
Word count - 1593
"He is a man of few words. You'll get used to his personality once you start working with him," Margaery's voice cut through the hustle and bustle of the coffee house.
"He seems hard to impress," Inara shrugged, adding sweetener to her coffee.
"Well, he is a celebrity, a superstar here in Westeros. He meets and works with so many people every day. In his situation, anyone would act stoically while dealing with their staff."
Of course. He looks every bit of a superstar.
"His family descends from the ancient Targaryen royal line and still kind of owns this city."
Oh. Wow. Targaryens of Old Valyria.
Margaery chuckled, noticing Inara's eyebrows shoot up in astonishment and awe.
“Red Keep Production house and studios are half owned by them, so this show is his home production. Have you seen any of his work before?"
So he is The Boss.
“I should have done some homework before coming here." Smiling sheepishly, Inara made a mental note to watch some of Aemond's acting projects over the weekend.
They finished their coffee and she took her leave to attend her second orientation meeting with the on-set medical team. However, she had a hard time focusing on the presentations, her thoughts constantly drifting back to him.
To the enigmatic Aemond Targaryen.
Back home, she tried to immerse herself in her chores and her books, but thoughts of him clung to her like a shadow she couldn't shake off.
Although she was left feeling a bit intimidated by his presence, she couldn't help but replay her brief encounter with him in her mind.
His voice still thrummed through each fiber of her being, drowning her in a tantalizing warmth.
He was not around her anymore, yet she could still feel his gaze lingering on her, like an invisible caress.
There was something about him - both unnerving and exhilarating. Intimidating yet inviting.
An inexplicable pull was drawing her to him.
Maybe he has the same effect on everyone around him.
Maybe I am merely in awe of a celebrity.
Yeah that's all it is.
But since when have I started fangirling over movie or TV stars?
She rolled her eyes at her chattering mind and tried to clear her head by writing in her journal.
I had a good day today. The world of glamor and showbiz is a realm far beyond anything I've ever known. But I need to learn more about how to maintain a professional decorum. It is unlikely that I will ever have the chance to know someone like Aemond Targaryen on a deeper level.
Smiling, she stared at his name on the paper for a moment. Of all the words she had ever written, those were two she never thought she would find in her personal journal. Ignoring the flock of butterflies taking flight in her chest, she continued -
I'm just an employee. A small cog in the grand machinery of his professional life. Why would he pay any attention to me?
She frowned at her own musings, closing her journal with a sigh. Glancing at her phone one last time, she noticed the emails from both teams in her inbox. Emails that were a reminder of her role as a professional. She was there to work and forge a path to a career she aspired for.
The sky thundered outside, the sound interrupting the chain of her thoughts, bringing her back to her reality once again.
My first rain in King's Landing.
As the clouds began to pour, sleep gently flickered her eyes closed. Her mind, hanging between wakefulness and the subliminal recalled a cherished memory from the past - her father telling her favorite bedtime story about a valiant Valyrian prince and his dragon, the largest in the world.
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Two months ago.
"You need a drink," Criston Cole, Aemond’s best friend and his personal assistant, remarked pointing a finger at him as he entered his suave office. He dropped a file onto his cluttered desk, taking the chair across the table.
"It's ten in the morning," Aemond replied, sifting through the pile of documents scattered around, his frustration palpable.
"Your face says it's ten at night."
Aemond sighed deeply, rolling his eyes. Criston chuckled, pulling out a cigarette and offering it to him, who accepted reluctantly. Criston placed one between his teeth too, lighting the cigarettes for both. Taking a long drag, both men leaned back in their chairs.
"This project is vital. It has to work. We have it to get renewed for two more seasons," Aemond said, exhaling a thick plume of smoke through his nose.
"Everything will be alright."
"As long as my uncle sits on the board, nothing will be alright," Aemond muttered, his gaze drifting back to the mess on his desk.
"Why do you worry so much? Your mother and I are doing the best we can."
"That's not enough!” Aemond's voice rose as he slapped the table, causing a few papers to flutter. "Where's Aegon? Why isn't he in the office? I have rehearsals; I shouldn't be doing his work." He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up abruptly. "Call him right now!"
"Aemond, calm down," Criston said, his concern evident in his voice.
"And this..this pile of papers - why is it on my desk?" Aemond swiped the files off his desk in a fit of rage. "Where are my scripts? Where is the report on the CGI budget?"
One of the folders slid to the edge of the table, its contents spilling out. A document with a photograph of a young woman caught Aemond's eye. Instinctively, he picked it up.
"Do I have to do the hiring too now?” His tone softened a notch as he examined the document - a resume, “Be an HR consultant too?"
The name on the document read - Inara Maegyr. Bachelor of Medicine. Diploma in Makeup and Prosthetic arts.
"I brought that file. It's a list of shortlisted medicos," Criston explained, stretching out a hand to take it from Aemond, who was still engrossed in the document. "And it wasn't for you to check, anyway."
"Hire her." Aemond handed over the resume he was holding and tossed the rest of the folder aside.
"What? Hire who?" Criston asked, his face contorted in confusion as he took the document from Aemond, who was already lighting another cigarette. "There are interviews and proper processes to follow before the project goes on the floor. I can't just hire anyone..” He paused to check the name on the resume.
“Inara Maegyr, what's with her?"
Aemond only exhaled curls of smoke in response.
"She seems... interesting," Criston said, raising an eyebrow at the document.
“Hire her, she looks..” Aemond fumbled, but quickly corrected the course, “I mean, she seems suitable for the job.” He flicked his cigarette into the ashtray, watching the embers fade.
“We don't want to lose a talented candidate, do we?”
“Who's acting like an HR consultant now?” Criston teased him.
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Aemond was reclining on a couch in his opulent bedroom, an unbuttoned shirt draping over his frame, a cigarette poised between his fingers. Wisps of smoke swirled around him, as he was gazing up the ceiling, lost in his thoughts.
Thoughts of her.
Her innocent smile.
A smile that felt like a refreshing mist in the putridness of his life. A simple, unassuming gesture from her, yet it pierced through the shadows that often clouded his days.
The way her stunning, fire-colored eyes lit up when she approached him with her sweet demeanor, stayed with him.
Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, he ran a hand through his hair, as he recalled their brief interaction. A smile played on his lips, resurfacing the dimple on his cheek.
Ever since he had read her resume, he had been curious about the woman behind those impressive credentials. He had been eagerly anticipating meeting her in person.
But upon finding her so close, his words scrambled out of nervousness, and he couldn't even make eye contact with her - an unusual experience for him. Typically, people went speechless in front of him, not the other way around. He couldn't afford to shatter his composed exterior. He couldn't allow her to expose a vulnerability that he rarely acknowledged.
But now, he was certain that he had driven away the unstained, unadulterated warmth she emanated. Unintentionally, he had intimidated her.
He wasn't accustomed to being caught off guard by such intense emotions for someone he had just met.
It had been years since anyone had stirred any feelings within him.
Despite being surrounded by a bevy of attractive business women, actresses, and models at work, he had never felt this way about anyone else, the way he felt about -
“Inara,” surprised by the unfamiliar sensation of her name on his lips, he realised he had never voiced her name before.
Curiously, he picked up his phone to google the meaning of her name.
A ray of light.
An image of a ray of light piercing through the window of a darkened room closed for too long, surfaced in his mind.
Sky roared outside, pulling him back into his dimly lit room. The sound of heavy raindrops splattering and clattering against the sophisticated French windows lulled him to sleep.
As he closed his eyes, a soothing petrichor filled his retiring senses, wrapping him in a blanket of tranquility.
The sweet, mellow scent brought back the memory of the moment when their eyes first met.
-x-
Taglist - @zenka69
Next part - soon :)
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A Birthday to Remember : Part Three
The third part to my first attempt at a one-shot, based on this glorious request from @latte-luxe:
If you can, could you please write a short, but spicy🌶️🌶️🌶️ one shot of a young, crazy, yet loveable 5'2 Maestra who is celebrating her 30th birthday in Monaco, and a certain 6'5 F1 team principal laid eyes on her and knew he just had to have her. 😅😅😅🙏🙏🙏
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: Caution may contain spice.
Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.
Waving goodbye to her three friends as their taxi pulled away from the round driveway at the front of the Fairmont hotel, Fernanda hoped she had made the right decision. Her birthday had been nothing short of spectacular, having spent the day at the beach, catching a nice tan before heading to the fanciest restaurant she’d ever been to, finishing her night with a night on the tiles at the legendary club Jimmyz. She’d had fun with her friends and they’d pulled out all the stops for her, making sure everyone around knew it was her birthday with a second sparkler-topped birthday cake and enthusiastic singing.
Having reorganised her flight home, Fernanda’s weekend had now turned into a bona-fide mini-break. She would now stay an extra night with Toto, flying home on Monday evening and letting him show her around town. When she had texted him with her decision, he’d been overjoyed and they had organised for him to pick her up from her hotel shortly after her friends departed.
Making her way back inside to wait in the lobby for Toto, Fernanda still couldn’t believe how this weekend had played out, butterflies aplenty as she thought about what could be in store for her. She’d barely sat down, nervously fiddling with her phone, when the screen lit up with a message.
Outside x
It was Toto. Gathering her weekend bag alongside her large beach bag, she made her way out to the driveway, eyes widening as she clocked the car that Toto had come to pick her up in. It was a silver 300SL Gullwing, a car that she knew was worth a small fortune. He was leant jauntily on the bonnet, immediately leaping up to take her bag from her and greeting her with a peck on the cheek.
“Hello,” he said, “So how was last night?”
Blushing slightly, Fernanda replied, “So much fun! How are you?”
Having secured Fernanda’s weekend bag in the very small boot, Toto made his way back around to the passenger door of the car, opening the hinging door in a gentlemanly manner, “All the better now that you’re here.”
Making Fernanda blush even harder, her mind floated to her friends’ cautionary words. Perhaps he was a little too slick. Deciding to laugh off his comment, she replied, “Sure, sure. So where are you taking me?”
Toto’s eyes crinkled in a kind smile as he settled down beside her, starting the impressive car up. “Well, I thought it’s a beautiful day we can go straight to the beach? I can show you the best views around here, then have some lunch, head back to mine, freshen up and then watch the sunset?”
“That sounds lovely, thank you again for inviting me to stay a little longer,” said Fernanda, giving Toto’s hand that rested on the gearstick beside her a gentle squeeze.
“The pleasure is all mine Fernanda,” he said, grinning as he spun the car around the Fairmont drive and up the famous hairpin bend into town.
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The drive passed relatively quickly, with Fernanda and Toto chatting away about anything and everything. As they whizzed along the clifftop, Fernanda dared to look down at the glittering blue waters below.
“It is so beautiful, you’re lucky to live down here,” she said, sighing, knowing that a teacher's salary was not buying her a place on the Côte d’Azur any time soon.
“It’s not bad.” Toto said, with a grin, “I just wish I could enjoy it more.”
“I suppose you don’t get to be here that often right?” Fernanda asked, curious about his work-life balance.
“Never for more than a few days at a time.” said Toto, looking wistful, “Ok, so here we are, Plage des Pissarelles. I think you’re going to love it.”
As Toto pulled up at the side of the road, next to a nondescript garage, Fernanda couldn’t help but notice that they were still very much perched on top of a cliff, “I thought we were going to the beach?”
“We are.” said Toto, effortlessly parallel parking, “It’s a short walk but worth it.”
Fernanda raised her eyebrows, she’d worn her leather slides, not the best footwear for climbing down a cliff.
Noticing her looking down at her feet, Toto smiled and reached across to squeeze her thigh reassuringly, “Don’t look so worried, there is a path.”
“If you’re sure,” said Fernanda, smiling apprehensively.
Hopping out of the car Toto once again rushed around to open Fernanda’s door and help her clamber out of the low-slung sportscar.
“Thank you,” she said, brushing away the creases from her linen shorts.
“You’re most welcome,” said Toto, suddenly producing a wicker basket from his boot that Fernanda had not noticed earlier.
“Are we having a picnic?” Fernanda asked eagerly.
“Wait and see,” said Toto, winking at her and threading his arm through Fernanda’s as they made their way across the road and towards the coastal path.
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True to his word, the walk was not too precarious, although Fernanda was thankful to have Toto’s arm around her at certain points. As they clambered down the last few stone steps and through the small gate, they were greeted with a gorgeous rocky cove, one that was hidden from the clifftop. To add to the dreamy setting, there was not a single soul on the beach.
“Wow, this is gorgeous.” exclaimed Fernanda, “How did you find this place?”
Toto smiled, “I’m glad you like it, I discovered it one day when I was out sailing so I figured out where the parking was and now I come here as often as I can to escape.”
Beaming, Fernanda looked around, “I can see why!”
Clearly happy that Fernanda was impressed with his choice of location, Toto took her hand in his and led the way towards a small flat inlet, “Let’s settle here, the tide is not due in but if it does come in, we’re safe here.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” said Fernanda, still in awe of the beautiful surroundings. Toto made quick work of spreading out a beach blanket, that he seemingly magically produced from nowhere and setting down the picnic basket on one side.
“So, what would you like to drink Madame?” he said with a goofy grin.
“What are my choices?” Fernanda asked with a smile, settling down on the blanket beside him.
“Rosé, white or sparkling water,” Toto said, presenting three small bottles as if he were an expert sommelier.
“Rosé would be perfect!” she replied, “I love that you have brought options. What else is in that basket?”
Toto smirked as he poured two small glasses of rosé before offering one to Fernanda, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“So mysterious,” said Fernanda giggling before holding her glass in front of her, “Cheers.”
“Cheers to the birthday girl,” said Toto, his warm chocolate eyes gazing into hers before taking a sip and setting his glass down beside him. He then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Fernanda’s lips, his sudden affection taking her by surprise.
Pulling away and admiring the handsome man before her, Fernanda beamed, “It’s not my birthday any more though.”
“Nonsense,” said Toto, leaning in once more and gently kissing her neck, “It’s your birthday weekend until you’re on the plane home.”
Nuzzling into Toto’s kisses, Fernanda ruffled her hand through his unruly hair as he kissed his way up and down her neck, ghosting his lips behind her ear, almost making her moan in pleasure.
Sensing her excitement, Toto pulled away slightly, “Right, before we get carried away, would you like to eat?”
“There are options?” asked Fernanda, curious how he had put this picnic basket together at such short notice.
“Of course,” said Toto, producing what appeared to be two wrapped baguettes. “Emmental and ham or crudités. I wasn’t sure if you are vegetarian and I’m afraid the boulangerie didn’t have much choice this morning.”
“What do you mean? That’s so sweet. I’m happy with either. Honestly, Toto, this is so kind of you.” said Fernanda, touched by his attention to detail.
“I don’t mind, I like both.” he said, rummaging around further in the basket, “I also have some fruit and chips.”
“Lucky dip?” Fernanda said, honestly happy with either option.
“Deal,” Toto said, handing her one of the baguettes and setting down a small platter of fruit in between them.
“Ooh crudités.” Fernanda exclaimed as she unwrapped her sandwich, “I was secretly hoping for this one.”
“Good,” said Toto, planting another kiss on her cheek, “Please have some fruit too.”
——
Having sat contentedly for the last hour snacking, drinking rosé and occasionally snuggling in for a kiss, Fernanda felt like she was on cloud nine. No man had ever surprised her with a picnic, let alone a man she’d only known for two days. Whether or not he was the playboy her friends suggested he could be, she knew that whatever happened this would be a memorable birthday.
“Do you fancy a swim?” asked Toto, breaking apart from their latest kiss
“Sure,” said Fernanda, “Although I stupidly didn’t bring a towel.”
Smiling, Toto reached around into the picnic basket and produced a blue and white fouta, “Don’t worry, I came prepared.”
“What else do you have in that Mary Poppins bag?” Fernanda asked, laughing at Toto’s preparedness for everything.
“Just a tent, some loungers, an umbrella, the essentials,” he said, laughing as he stripped down to his swim shorts.
Following suit, Fernanda peeled off her sundress to reveal her white bikini, Toto not making any kind of effort to hide his gaze of admiration and whistling as she stuffed her dress into her bag.
Fernanda felt herself blushing, not comfortable with his overt showering of compliments. She knew it was silly as he’d seen everything up close and personal not one night before, but she couldn’t help it.
“You’re shy?” Toto asked as he got up to join her in making their way towards the sea, careful not to tread on any sharp rocks. “You are beautiful, please don’t be shy.”
“That’s sweet,” Fernanda said, still flushed from the attention and not sure what to say.
Suddenly grabbing her hips and spinning her around to face him, Toto gazed down at her, “I mean it Fernanda, the moment I saw you, I had to have you. You took my breath away.”
Now entirely speechless, Fernanda looked up at the tall Austrian in front of her, “You’re quite some man Toto.”
Gazing down affectionately, Toto once more planted his lips on hers, his hand lightly caressing her hip, sliding under the tie of her bikini bottoms. However, the moment didn’t last long, with Toto abruptly breaking away. Fernanda was confused for a second until he exclaimed with a grin, “Race you to the sea.” and bounded away.
“Hey, that’s not fair, you had a head start,” said Fernanda, trying not to hurt her feet on the pebbly beach. “Your feet must be like Teflon Toto.”
“You get used to it,” he said, turning back and making his way over. “But since it’s your birthday weekend, I’ll help you.”
At that, he scooped Fernanda up into his arms, carrying her towards the ocean. Once again rendered speechless, Fernanda clung onto his broad shoulders for dear life.
Wading into the water, Toto then gently dipped down, allowing Fernando to dip herself into the cool blue water. “Thank you, my knight in shining armour,” she said, enjoying the water as it lapped around at waist height, the height difference between Fernanda and Toto truly laughable as Toto was standing mid-thigh in the sea beside her.
Noticing this, Toto waded out a little further to the drop-off, flipped onto his back, floating for a moment before dunking himself under the water and coming back up, James Bond style.
Now Fernanda was feeling more confident, it was her turn to whistle in admiration.
“You like what you see?” said Toto with a smirk, “Come and swim!”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Fernanda, making her way into the deeper water to join the handsome Austrian.
——
Having enjoyed a long and lazy afternoon swim, Fernanda and Toto had since made their way back to the beach where they’d continued to snuggle, Fernanda drinking wine and Toto switching to sparkling water as he was designated driver for the day.
“I could stay here forever,” mused Fernanda, content as the warm afternoon sun shone down on the two of them.
“Me too.” sighed Toto, pulling Fernanda closer into his chest, “What do you want to do tonight? I was thinking we could go back to mine and freshen up and then go out for dinner?”
“That sounds wonderful,” said Fernanda, very glad that she had pushed her flight.
“I’m glad. Thank you for staying.” said Toto, absentmindedly stroking Fernanda’s hip, “This has been one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long while.”
“You and me both,” said Fernanda with a sigh.
——
Having stayed at the beach a little longer to dry out after their swim, Toto and Fernanda then made their way back towards Monaco. The drive back had been as beautiful as ever and Fernanda had come to appreciate the unique melting pot of old-world charm and modern architecture that made the tiny country so special. Maybe in another life, she could even see herself living there.
Apprehensive as she set foot in Toto’s fancy apartment building, Fernanda was suddenly nervous once again. If she’d felt like she didn’t belong at her hotel, this was next level. Everything was pristine white and exuded luxury. A million miles away from her small apartment back home.
Making their way into a glossy-looking elevator, Toto smiled at Fernanda, “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”
“Believe me, me neither,” muttered Fernanda, still feeling as if she were in some kind of dream. Perhaps she’d had one too many cocktails and hit her head on the dancefloor at Jimmyz, or was just in a really deep jetlagged sleep?
“So, this is home sweet home,” said Toto as the elevator doors opened to reveal an extremely luxurious-looking foyer, with an expansive marble floor, expensive-looking art and a console table topped with numerous photos of Toto with various F1 royalty.
“Nice.” said Fernanda, “So are you going to give me a tour or what?”
——
Toto had proceeded to show Fernanda around his surprisingly tasteful apartment. It was modern and clean, mostly blue and white with floor-to-ceiling windows along one side that offered a spectacular view of the sea. Continuing the foyer decor, impressive art and sculptures were scattered throughout, alongside various pieces of motorsport memorabilia.
Having shown Fernanda to the luxurious marble bathroom that adjoined his bedroom, Toto had allowed her a moment of privacy to take a shower, ever the gentleman ignoring her protests for him to go first and her joking invitation for him to join her.
As Fernanda allowed the waterfall shower to rain down on her head, she still couldn’t quite believe that this was real life. Even Toto’s bathroom oozed money, the shower wrapped in elegant grey and white marble that matched the sizeable bathtub and countertops. For a moment Fernanda allowed herself to daydream about what it would be like to shower here every day, quite some step up from her small apartment.
Shaking the intrusive thoughts away and shutting the shower off, Fernanda stepped out onto the cool marble. Having successfully washed the beach out of her hair, she twirled it into a turban and then wrapped both herself and her hair in the cosy white towels that Toto had left out, padding out into the bedroom where she found Toto lounging on the bed, reading something intently on an iPad.
Clearing her throat to get his attention, Fernanda timidly approached him, “The shower is free.”
His eyes crinkling, Toto looked her up and down, “Thank you, although I knew I should have joined you. Just when I think you can’t look any more beautiful”
Blushing, Fernanda was surprised by his comments. She was fresh out of the shower, hair wrapped in a turban, make-up free and wearing nothing but a towel.
Sensing her shyness, Toto got up from the bed and took Fernanda’s hands in his, “Seriously Fernanda, you drive me crazy.” Bending down to kiss her gently, he added, “I will try and be quick and if you need a hair dryer I put one on the dresser.”
Once again pleasantly surprised by his thoughtfulness, Fernanda thanked him before standing on tippy toes to return the kiss, pushing into his hips with hers and planting her hands on his firm chest.
Growling, Toto deepened the kiss, his large hands dropping to squeeze Fernanda’s curvaceous hips as he guided her back towards the bed, only breaking the kiss to place her gently down on her back on the bed before continuing to explore her lips with his.
As if a switch had been turned on in his brain, Toto suddenly broke the contact, “Hang on, you don’t want me getting the beach all over you again. You just got clean, I should shower.”
Slightly affronted, Fernanda gripped her hands together around the back of his neck, pulling him back down, “Don’t be stupid, maybe we can take a shower together, save the water?”
“I like that suggestion,” said Toto, once again, scooping up Fernanda in his strong arms and carrying her to the bathroom.
——
By the time dinner time had rolled around, the sun was setting and Fernanda and Toto had explored every inch of each other’s bodies. They’d showered together, dried off together and then finally collapsed once again in Toto’s pristine white bedsheets.
“Hungry?” asked Toto as he spooned Fernanda in shared bliss.
“Hmmm,” was all Fernanda could manage, content with laying in bed for the rest of the evening, cuddling up to Toto and gazing through the wall of glass windows, watching the last of the evening sun dip below the cool blue line of the ocean.
“Fucked out?” asked Toto, somewhat crudely.
“You could say that,” said Fernanda, lazily drawing circles on Toto’s muscular arm.
“We can order in if you want? Watch a movie and be lazy?” Toto said, caressing her lower stomach from behind.
“That sounds like perfection.” said Fernanda, turning her head to kiss Toto once more, “What did you have in mind?”
“There is a good Italian place across the road, they deliver quickly.” suggested Toto, “Or if not there is a Greek restaurant also.”
“Italian sounds good,” said Fernanda, always a fan of the popular cuisine.
“Great,” replied Toto, “I will find the menu.”
——
As Fernanda opened her eyes, the morning sunlight was just starting to stream in through the gaps between the curtains. Toto snored contently beside her, his arm never having left her waist as they’d cuddled into the early hours.
With mixed emotions, Fernanda reflected on her birthday weekend. A beautiful place, fun with her friends and this handsome man, she could not have wished for a better birthday.
Sensing she was awake, Toto stirred beside her, sleepily propping himself up onto his elbow, “Morning beautiful.”
“Morning handsome,” she said, turning around to kiss him, feeling his hardness pressing into her back as he came to.
“I don’t want you to leave today,” said Toto, pouting slightly, pushing his hips back and forth into Fernanda’s.
“I don’t want to go. But alas, I have to go back to work,” said Fernanda sadly.
“Fuck work, stay in my bed forever,” he said, pulling Fernanda’s hips from behind and tucking himself between her legs, nudging at her entrance.
“I wish,” said Fernanda, gasping as Toto rubbed himself up and down, gathering her wetness before pushing in.
“Fuck.” was all she could explain as she suddenly felt full, Toto gently bottoming out before pulling out and pushing back in lazily.
“That feels so good,” he exclaimed, continuing at the agonisingly slow pace, drawing in and out.
“Tell me about it,” said Fernanda, picking up the pace eagerly with her hips.
“Slow down, we have all morning,” said Toto, gripping her hips, forcing her to keep to his tantalizing rhythm.
“I guess.” said Fernanda impatiently, “You are such a tease Toto.”
“I know,” he said, before suddenly withdrawing fully, reaching around and flipping Fernanda onto her back. Hovering above her, he settled back between her legs and pushed back in, forcing Fernanda to moan at the new angle.
“Oof yes, do that,” she said, wrapping her legs around Toto’s lower back and pushing up to match his shallow thrusts.
Quick to respond, Toto kept up the pace, finding a rhythm that had them both blissfully moaning, not a care in the world, as they worked their way towards completion.
Reaching their shared high, Toto collapsed slightly, rolling off Fernanda carefully before pulling her close into his chest and kissing her forehead. “Thank you.” he gasped breathily.
“Thank you,” Fernanda giggled, craning her neck to look back up at Toto “I will never forget this birthday weekend.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” said Toto, “When can I see you again?”
Slightly taken aback by his openness Fernanda stuttered, “Oh, you want to see me again?”
Frowning, Toto looked down at her, his dark eyes impenetrable, “Fernanda, I’m not sure how many more times I need to say it. Yes. I want to see you again.”
“Well, then, we can make it happen,” said Fernanda grinning, cuddling up into Toto’s broad chest, content in knowing that it wouldn’t be goodbye when he dropped her off at Nice airport later that day.
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There's only so much I can say on Twitter to truly express my feelings about the show Hilda, and how much of an impact it has left on me to make me the kind of person I am today, so I'm taking to Tumblr to write all about it.
If you don't know who I am already, hi, I am ReyGGTV, though you can just call me Rey. I like to make YouTube videos, memes, talk with other Hilda fans, and make occasionally make art. You may already know me from the Hilda Crack videos I made since several years ago, as well as some more recent big videos of mine like my comparison video between Aster and Hilda. I am 20 years old, and have been a diehard fan of the franchise ever since I was just 14.
Firstly, let's discuss how I actually managed to discover Hilda in the first place. It was 2018, freshman year of high school had just started, during this time, I was still big fan of another animated TV show at the time called Star vs. The Forces of Evil. I was a fan of that show ever since its premiere in January of 2015 when I was only 11 years old. Honestly even if I don't look at it nearly as fondly as I do now, to its credit, the show did most certainly help me get interested into animation as a whole more than any other show I saw at the time.
Not even like 2 months after I got in though, I was kicked out. Not because I did anything wrong, but because for a while, my parents had me enrolled in a school district that I didn't even live anywhere near in at the time, so once they found out that I actually lived much farther from them, that's when they decided to let me go. This was devastating to me, all the friends I made in middle school, were suddenly going to go away, and it was only at the very last minute, at the principal's office that I received this news. I was upset, literally everything was going great and they just wanted to throw everything away for me, in favor for me going to a school that was so bad, it caused my family to move to an entirely new city with a better school by the time Sophomore year came around.
But anyways, about 2 weeks before all this happened, I was in a cartoon Discord server, where someone recommended me to watch this show called... you guessed it, Hilda. I took a lot at the promotional material for a while, and put it at the back of my head, not knowing that I would soon revisit it not long later. Fast forward to when I was out of school, I had like 2 weeks in the beginning of October to just cope with everything. It wasn't long that I just became bored, and wanted to do something better, so I pulled up Netflix wanting to find something new to watch. The suggestion from someone about Hilda just so happened to come up on my mind, so I was like "Eh, sure, why not?". I put it on, and the rest was history. I knew from the very moment I finished watching the intro for the very first time, that this was about to be the show of a lifetime for me.
Despite that however, I did not anticipate just how much impact Hilda would leave on the work that I am now doing nearly 6 years after that very faithful day.
I guess the biggest reason why the show left such a massive impact on me right from the beginning is because of its main title character, Hilda. Look, I may be no blue-haired adventurer from the wilderness that likes to munch on cucumber sandwiches all the time, but Hilda at the time for me, was the most relatable character and the character I found the most comfort in when watching it for the first time. Just like me, Hilda too, was also forced to move away from the place and friends she was always happy to be with, despite all her efforts, all it took was one giant, to come and crush it all, leaving her forced to live a new life in a new environment she was not familiar with at all. But, she moved on. She knew that while this was not the ideal way for things go out, life always comes with surprises. But maybe, just maybe, this could be something that could work out in her favor. This whole becoming friends with other humans and living in the big dirty ol' city, could be the best decision she has ever made. And I think it goes without saying that as the series continued, it was.
This was a message that I desperately needed to hear as I was going through overwhelming times at such a young age, and one that I was so happy to hear and watch once I finally finished the first two episodes of this amazing damn show. It showed me that if an 11-year-old girl from the wilderness can be brave enough to move into the big city, be okay and make the best out of it, maybe I too, will be okay with belonging to a new school, finding new friends, and creating new passions for me to follow for years to come. Hilda inspired me to look towards a bigger and brighter future, rather than doubt the bad that comes with the present. For that, I am forever grateful for the creative and writing team of this show, for helping me go through such a difficult time in my life, and convincing me that even despite all that has happened, there will always be something better to look forward to.
I would be lying if I said that this was the only reason as to why I ended up becoming such a huge fan of the show for the next 5 years. Asides from the writing being so good it literally cured my depression. The animation, worldbuilding, and characters were just unlike anything I have ever seen with my own two eyes. It was simple, yet jaw dropping at the same time. Just a silly kid either helping a Raven jog back his memory, try and fight nightmare spirits or ghosts, or help Jellybean out of a scary situation in which everyone wrongfully accuses him of being a big scary black hound. Even if certain episodes of season 1 didn't always turn out perfect, I would always rewatch every single one of them all day for several hours and for several weeks. I had even skipped multiple days of school especially when it was raining, just so I can head to the living room, cuddle up in some warm blankets, with the heater on during the winter season, and just binge the crap out of it for multiple hours a day. This was just the show that I can always count on to bring back the happiness inside of me. Even when I wasn't necessarily having a bad day, I would still continue to watch it for hours because it just kept on getting better and better with every watch I could get possible, it was almost like an addiction almost, haha.
Hilda was the show for me, and I had no intention of trying to watch anything else.
It was also around this time that I started to also get myself more involved with the show's fandom as well, back when it was a lot more populated and not as niche as it is now. While I'm not gonna say that my reputation in it has always been 100% perfect, at the end of the day, I'm just forever grateful I was able to meet some of the most wonderful people and hundreds of fans like myself because of it like @hkthatgffan, @helgafolk618, and many more I can't list here 'cause most of them are not on Tumblr. So much so that I now have the pleasure of creating hundreds, if not thousands of people who are fans/supporters of ME all across all my social media pages. All because I like to talk about Hilda, literally all the time. And to those reading this who has ever left a nice comment on one of my posts, said hi to me on my Discord server, worked with me on a commission, even went as far as to make fan-art of me or just tuned into any of my content whatsoever, thank you. Your support has left a massive impact on me and what I'm continuing to do now. Because at the end of the day, it's not about any popularity points you get from just talking about a TV show consistently for 6 years, for me at least, it has always been about making thousands, sometimes, even millions, happy with my love for it that is the reason that I'm doing any of this in the first place. I love Hilda, always have, and I want to make people happy the same way Hilda did for me, all those years ago.
Surprisingly enough, even though I was already as big of a fan as I could possibly be by the time November of 2018 rolled around, I still wasn't really a guy interested in getting my hands on Hilda merchandise. I knew that the graphic novels by Luke existed, but the only thing I even managed to get for myself at the time was this old T-shirt I bought from the now defunct official Zazzle store they had up for like a few months lol
I guess that all changed when I got my first ever Hilda plush though when I was 15. While it has now certainly showed its age after nearly 5 years, I loved this thing so much lol. It wasn't official because official Hilda plushies didn't exist at the time. I bought it off an Etsy store from AngelinaLily, and I would literally take this thing out with me everyday to everywhere I went to and take photos of it, especially in the wilderness. It was my favorite pastime. My little Hilda, in the palm of my hand 😆. Hey, when you have to wait more than 2 whole years for a brand-new season, what else are you gonna do to entertain yourself during the hiatus?
I had gotten this in the mail right when I had just exited out the mental hospital because I was actively wanting to h*rt myself and potentially putting myself in danger of committing s*icide. Because while Hilda did definitely help me cope with a lot that I was going through at the time, there was still a lot of overwhelming issues I was experiencing, and my mental health was the lowest that it had ever been. This plush effectively, was a way to help me cope with those thoughts I had, which turned out to be a great thing because I literally couldn't be happier with it.
After that, I just decided that "You know what? What if I just got... ALL of the Hilda merchandise?" Thus... that now leading to my massive hoard of Hilda stuff, that I now have everywhere in my room lol
These photos aren't even all the ones I have!
At 16, I decided to write Luke Pearson an e-mail, thanking him for his work and how much it has inspired me to become the person I am now, explaining everything that I just mentioned in this Tumblr post, and at the end of the day, just wanting him to know, that his creations mean a grave big deal to me, and that I will always appreciate just how much of a positive impact it has left me. I didn't really expect anything to come out of it, but about several weeks later, he said this to me lol
"I just wanted to say thank you for writing and relaying your experience to me. I'm sorry to hear that you've been through such difficult times, but I'm glad that you're able to look back on those times and find yourself in a better place. And if Hilda has played any small part in that, which it seems like it has, then I'm extremely pleased about that and it warms me to hear it. It can be hard to know exactly what good a cartoon can actually do for the world (beyond being a few hours of amusement) which is strange when so many people devote so much of their time and creative energy into making it happen. But hearing something like this goes a long way to making it feel like something genuinely worthwhile. I hope things continue to look up for you and hope you're taking care in these trying times." - All the best, Luke
When I tell you I cried like a baby when I first received this e-mail from him, I really did, lol. Hearing this, from the man who made it all possible, was truly the most inspirational thing I could have ever heard. And I was happy, that he was happy, that I was truly able to tell him for the first time, just how much his creation has meant to not just me, but to soooo many fans just like myself. It was truly something to never forget.
Now I'm 20 years old, still talking about the same ol' dang kids show I fell in love with all those years ago. What's happening now? Well now, I am an aspiring film director and video editor who has been taking film classes in community college for the past like 2 years now, I should've graduated already by now but turns out, college is pretty fricking expensive, and I don't even know if I have the funds to try and even graduate by next year. Asides from that though, I am actually in the works of creating my first ever feature-length Hilda fan-film called The Ultimate Hilda Iceberg. It will basically be one of those iceberg explanation videos you see on YouTube, but with the original source of the iceberg being about Hilda, specifically a version someone made on the r/HildaTheSeries subreddit. I've had the idea for this Iceberg video/fan-film as far back as January 2021, with the current script having started work as far back as nearly 9 months ago. And it's still not even finished! Me, as well as tens of dozens of other Hilda fans like myself, are actively working on it to have it be ready by the time fall of this year comes around, right now as we speak! If you want to support and/or follow this massive project as more updates come around you can either follow the official accounts on Twitter/X (@/HildaIceberg) or on Instagram (@/theultimatehildaiceberg).
Asides from that, the biggest passion project I have for my career moving forward, is directing my own big-budget Hilda movie. Specifically, a live-action Hilda movie. Now now, BEFORE you try and cancel me and tell me that this is the stupidest idea of all time and could taint Hilda's image forever. Let me cook. I am a huge movie bluff, I know which live action remakes are genuinely amazing, and which ones just really suck. My vision for a live-action Hilda movie is to make it sorta like how Who Framed Roger Rabbit was. All of the human characters and outside settings are done with real people and practical assets, whilst creatures like Trolls, Elves, or stuff that would normally be done with CGI, be actually turned into 2D-animation, ideally in the same style as that of the Netflix show. Ideally, I also want it to remain as faithful to at least how the show was as possible in terms of story. Look, if there's gonna be anyone else who knows their Hilda best asides from people like Luke or Andy Coyle, it's gonna be me, just sayin.
In conclusion, I just want to wrap this up by giving a huge shout out to people like @littledigits and literally ANYONE who has ever done any time making this fantastic and wonderful show (I couldn't think of anyone else to tag so I only tagged you Meg so sorry if that bothers you 😅). As this post has indicated several times, this show, has really made the best kind of impact in my life and I'm forever grateful to the creator Luke, the directors Andy Coyle, Megan, etc, the voice actors, artists, editors, composers, everyone who has ever had a part in making this amazing show just, please let me hug you. While I may not have been as enthusiastic with the show's third season overall as I wanted to in my opinion, Hilda will always have a soft spot in my heart, for years and years to come, for just how much it truly inspired me, to not just not only being able to have the luxury to do the things I love to do now, but do so in a way that has made, and hopefully will continue to make thousands, hundreds of thousands if not millions of people happy, because of the love that I will continue to have for this very show. Just because a show is small, doesn't mean it can't leave big enough impacts on people for the better ❤️
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