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*Somewhere after a race in 1958*
F1 drivers: *getting ready to go to a nightclub* You sure you're not forgetting someone, Wolfie?
Wolfgang von Trips: Whoever that is, I'm sure he's not important.
Fangio somewhere in Cuba:
#also its a fact#he did got kidnapped#and von Trips pulled them for some good time#poor guy#dont worry tho#he's taken care of when he got kidnapped.#juan manuel fangio#wolfgang von trips#f1 classic#classic f1#formula 1#f1#f1 classic memes#incorrect f1 quotes
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Donnie + gagged and/or drugged
If he ever gets out of this chair, Donnie's going to cut out Kendra's tongue so he doesn't have to hear her stupid voice anymore.
She's spent the last ten minutes gloating and rubbing it in his face that she has him tied up and at her mercy. He's given up interrupting her because the banter's gotten boring. And his wrists are starting to hurt from the bindings holding him to the chair.
"--which means we obviously need you and your dumb brothers out of the way for a while," Kendra's saying, pacing in front of him as she preaches, "So in a few minutes we're gonna have a visitor. They're gonna give me a shit ton of money...and we're gonna give you to them. Don't worry, they take care of exotic animals, I'm sure you'll be fine."
That makes his temper flair, "Animal!? ANIMAL!? I am not some pet! This is human trafficking!" He snarls, wrenching against his restraints.
"It might be...if you were human," Kendra laughs, cruel and nasty and cold. Jeremy looks smug. Jase is nowhere to be seen.
Donnie snaps his teeth in frustration and decides he doesn't want to stick around to play her game anymore. His markings flicker as he calls his mystic powers to the surface. Constructs are clicking into an array of guns around him when a needle bites into his elbows. It breaks his concentration and he whips his head around to glare at Jase, who'd snuck up behind the chair while Donnie had been preoccupied by Kendra.
Fuck.
There's an empty syringe in his hand. Donnie's heart pounds in his chest as his gaze snags on it. He looks up sharply at Jase, who won't meet his eyes, and then turns to stare at Kendra.
"What did you do? What was in that?"
"You need to be less...bitey for our client," Kendra says with that mean smile of hers, "Rellaaaxxx, it'll make you feel good, Von Ryan. It'll be the best trip you've ever had."
Panic is making his breath come faster. Drugged. She's drugged him. And he swears he can feel it surging through his veins, his frantic heart pumping it through the rest of his body. He's never done hard drugs; he and Leo had the curious bit of weed every now and then but even that was a rare thing, done only in the confines of secrecy and solitude when they knew without a shadow of a doubt that they would not need their wits about them for several hours.
"Kendra--" Donnie chokes on his voice. This is ludicrous. It doesn't feel real. Sure, the Purple Dragons have tried to kill him and his brothers half a dozen times, but they're too stupid and incompetent to actually do it.
But now Donnie's tied to a chair, at their mercy, and he--
His head feels strange.
The room has started tilting like the deck of a ship. (He’s never been on a ship at sea. He's never been to the ocean.) He sways, rocks, his body is loosely connected by sinew and bone, wet meat and hot blood. Inefficient and easily damaged.
He doesn't like this. It's weird. Everything's wrong.
The world groans and vibrates with movements and sound. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block it all out. His own breath whistles down his throat and he can feel the creak of his lungs expanding balloons, pushing his plastron, stretching his flesh, muscles flexing and contracting, organs settling, blood racing--
Fingers dig into his face, tilt his head up, and he blinks against the lights. There's someone leaning over him, bigger than Kendra. A stranger. Donnie whines, feels the sound vibrate in his skull (he can count the vertebrae in his spine and so can Leo). His eyes roll. The stranger's touch is poison ivy; it makes his flesh itch and burn. He tries to pull away but they tighten their hold, grinding into his jaw bones. There are voices but he can't remember what sounds words make and he only catches a few things.
"-------old did you------------looks young---------"
"----teen I guess------never asked."
The stranger's thick fingers pry Donnie's mouth open, running a clinical finger over his gums and examining his teeth. He lets out a garbled wretch. He can taste the atoms that make them up, every place they've been sticking to their filthy hands, smearing dirt inside his mouth (stop stop stop stopstopstopstoptstop). But he doesn't have the strength to resist or even spit the horrid flavor out. He's floating a million miles away. There are stars in his bloodstream.
Hands leave heat trails over Donnie's arms and down his plastron. His gear is peeled away, the bindings removed. Some distant part of him screams to run, but his body and mind giggle and remain boneless rubber.
"----like this or------"
"----bites-------dose of some-------"
His body jerks, slumping forward. Someone's trying to pry the battleshell off his back and he lets out a high pitched keen that pops in his own eardrums.
("Don't be afraid, little Hamato...")
No. No no no no nononononono--
("You are not alone.")
Violet neon light erupts around him, blinding and avenging.
The world turns with rapid click click click click click.
A blaze of noise. He's dropped, the stranger's hands are gone. He hits the floor and he can hardly breathe, his head spinning in a million different directions, trickling into electrical outlets and clambering up grounding lines.
He's spread so thin...
...what was his name again? (where are his brothers?)
There's something sticky and warm on his hands. On his chest. It smells like iron. Metal and heat and something grinding to a halt. A dead engine. Ozone.
No one's touching him anymore.
The universe has gone quiet.
#oops this one got longer than i meant it to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#what's more fun than drugging your character?#drugging your character and letting their powers go haywire in a panic#tmnt angst prompts#rottmnt#donnie#sage writes turtles#tw drugs#tw non consensual drug use
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Event Task: Countdown
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Happy New Year in advance, everyone! (And apologies for the format! Mobile posting between family things 😆)
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When flowers lit up the night sky, Luke and Rosa jumped on his bed as high as they could.
"Happy New Year!" They cheered as Peanut watched from his perch. "Happy New Year! Haaaappyyy Newwww Yeaaarr!"
When they'd finally worn themselves out, the pair collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles, faces flushed.
"Please take care of me this year as well, dear Watson." Luke gave Rosa a quick peck on the nose.
"That goes without saying." She gently cupped his cheeks before giving them a light pinch. "And I know you'll have my back as well, my beloved Sherlock."
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When the bells tolled twelve times near Stellis National Park, Vyn took Rosa's hand in his and kissed it.
"Happy New Year, my rose." His silver hair reflected the ever-changing colors of the sky. "May this year be kind to us as well."
"If not, then we'll make it be kind to us." Rosa smiled as she pulled him closer to her, his ever-graceful gait stumbling for a moment at the sudden action.
She quickly put her arms around his neck. "Remember, we're the ones who make our dreams reality, right?"
"So I've been shown time and again." Vyn couldn't help but chuckle. "We have chosen each other as our happiness, affer all."
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When cheers of "Happy New Year!" rang out across the city, Marius and Rosa stepped out onto the balcony and clinked their glasses together.
"Here's to a brand new year, Miss!" His eyes sparkled with good cheer. "Let's go on more adventures together, just you and I!"
"Just us, huh?" She shot him a smirk, feeling particularly mischievous. Time for payback. "What sort of adventures do you have in mind?"
"You know...this and that!" Marius knew what Rosa was up to. Oh, two could play at this game. "Trips, mostly...unless Miss was thinking of something else...?"
"Marius! Von! Hagen!"
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"Five...four...three...two...one...Happy New Year!"
When the voice over the loudspeaker announced the arrival of the new year, Artem and Rosa shared their first kiss of the year at Celebration Plaza.
"Happy New Year." He murmured as they came up for air, his tender gaze taking in every inch of her face. "I hope to grow together with you this year as well."
"I'd like that, Artem." Rosa pulled him in until their foreheads were touching. "We'll walk together every step of the way."
No more words were said for a while after that as the two held each other, the sky blooming brightly behind the two as if to bless them.
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Special shoutouts to some of the people who've made my 2022 a little bit better, a little bit brighter 😄
@actualbird @babylulururu @surely-galena @samsspambox @rexonalapis
#tears of themis#luke pearce#vyn richter#marius von hagen#artem wing#tot#tot rosa#lukerosa#vynrosa#mariusrosa#artemrosa#tears of themis fluff#exhausted scribbles#xia yan#mo yi#lu jinghe#zuo ran#happy new year everybody!
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Terry’s gotten hurt on a job before, and Daniel’s patched him up. But what if Daniel was the one who got hurt instead on a job? Nothing major, he just runs into a bit of trouble with an Alpha who got too touchy feely, and instead of knifing them and making this into a massive incident, gets away and returns home with a sprain, like his wrist or something. Terry of course is planning the apocalypse and blood retribution, but Daniel is trying to calm him down while Terry bandages him up and refuses to let him go.
“Terry,” Daniel says wiggling on his lap, “I’m at home, nothing can hurt me here—“
“The table corner could, Danny. Kitchen knives, a sewing needle. You could trip on the carpet and break your ankles.”
“Terry—“
“Hush.”
Maybe we could see something like this, since Daniel is always the nurturing one who bandages Terry up. It would be nice to see Terry in this switched role. Maybe even after a tough time between them, like following the cheating reveal. 😭
Yes, but Nonnie, part of the fun of "welcome to genderessentialsm XL verse, have some coffee" is that, well - Terry would suck at it. He's terrible at day to day nurturing, at least without help, he's an Alpha, he can't really do it. I've mentioned The Sound of Music in this verse before and Captain von Trapp's bizarre behaviour, essentially putting his litter of pups through basic training, is normal Alpha behaviour. It's all he can imagine doing, especially under stress. He needs reminding of the softer side of life, it doesn't occur to him otherwise. Similarly, Terry needs Daniel with him to access that caring side of him, because omegas can touch something in Alphas that they have trouble cultivating in themselves. They can feel it, but nothing in their instincts is geared to that side of humanity. Same as Terry is the one who has to pull Daniel out of himself a bit on mob business - Danny has the skills, more than most, but none of the inclination. Look I'm not saying Terry doesn't love to cuddle, but if he'd have pick out a throw pillow or select a colour for the guest room, this might just cause an existential crisis. Your ask is an example of a beta superpower - they can switch up the dynamics to suit the situation. So if this were Terry and Daniel in our verse, yeah, Terry could do what you ask, but in Knights and Pawns? He'd simply bluescreen. He'd probably demand Betsy Kreese come Right Now to look at a simple scrape until Daniel learns to navigate those moods: "Terry, you're doing it."
"But -"
"No. Stop."
"You're hurt!"
"Terry, one more word and I'm calling my Ma over."
Frantic pacing - "You need medical att -"
"Do you want her to bring aunt Lisa?!?"
Terry wouldn't see any job he sent Daniel on as something minor, either. Of course something could happen if Daniel struck out himself without telling him, but that's not something he'd likely do without very good cause: it's one of the only ways he could make Terry genuinely angry with him. Daniel's far more likely to send somebody on a job than go himself.
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Find a phone and call one of the other lawyers, find out what they know. & Get to a safer position, such as a cellar.
Apparently decisiveness is not your strong suit, so you decide to roll with both of these. None of them seems like a bad option.
After a couple of awkward moments which you are glad nobody can see, because you have to look like an idiot waving your hands around and tripping over chairs and slipping on papers haphazardly scattered on the floor, you find and end table serving as a residence for the local landline.
[Scattered papers] added to Thoughts.
Digging once again into your trusty wallet, you pull out one of the random business cards, and then you open the lighter to be able to, you know, read what number is written on it. Good Lady Fortune has played the card of Manfred von Karma into your hand. Apparently the two of you are in some sort of contact, because besides the printed number there is another one written in ballpoint pen.
You pick up the receiver and dial up the ballpoint number first. But even as you press the individual buttons, it all feels... off. After a few seconds of waiting for the dial to pick up, it hits you why: The landline is silent. Normally pressing each button is accompanied by a beep of a distinct tune. But this landline does not sing its persistent tune of incoming and outgoing calls, it is dead to the world. It will definitely not call for help, or for anyone or anything else.
[Dead landline] added to Thoughts.
From the deep fogs of what is currently your memory you recall school drills which suggested that in case of danger, the safest places are the basements and cellars of buildings. You doubt that moving there would solve your current problem, but it would make you feel a little better, you suppose. Conveniently the first door you come upon open to a staircase leading down and a cool, slightly humid draft.
You descend carefully. Down here it is even darker, you can hardly tell one shadow apart from another. You take a seat on the last seat, slightly concerned that venturing further you might run into a spiderweb and end up with a spider on your face. Brr, not a pleasant thought at all.
You've had a lot of thoughts since you've woken up. Since you are going to be sitting here for a while, you might give yourself the time to examine them. So what do you have?
[Headache]
[Head injury]
[Lights not working]
[Scattered papers]
[Dead landline]
Since you have all this time at your hands, you try to see if any of them could be connected. Let's se... For example the [Head injury] could be very easily the cause for your [Headache]! You've hit your head pretty hard both on the front where it cut your forehead, and on your back where you've gotten that bump. In your experience (funny that you have that experience, but no recollection of where you've gotten it), such injuries while not dangerous can cause temporal amnesia. Wouldn't you know it, you actually have a case of amnesia! Hopefully this diagnosis goes in accordance with your experience that your memories should return withing the next few hours. Satisfied with this logical conclusion you politely show both thoughts to the door and see them out, figuratively speaking.
Quite another obvious one is the case of [Lights not working] and [Dead landline]. Both are powered by electricity. If electricity does not function, the lights wont turn on and the landline won't have any reception. You also say a goodbye to these thoughts as well.
[Blackout] added to Thoughts. Huh, that didn't happen with the previous ones. This one might be a touch more important.
[Previous]
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-22- Aria’s Offer
Part of No Shepard without Vakarian, collection of Shakarian ficlets on AO3.
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
The question floated around Shepard’s head as she leaned against the wall, waiting for this slow elevator -even by Citadel standards- to arrive. She hadn’t planned to go down to the wards. Her business on the Citadel had originally been about dropping off and picking up a few things, talking with Ashley, Udina, and Barla Von.
And Aria…
Shepard rolled her shoulders, willing the tension off to no success. The motion, unfortunately, caught the attention of her companion. “You ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just looking forward to getting back.” The dismissive words left her, and Shepard immediately regretted them. She knew Garrus was just looking out for her, like always. But she really didn’t want to get into Aria’s offer and what that required yet. How much she hated having to help these merc gangs who had perpetrated terrible crimes, but having to put her personal feelings aside and trusting Aria would keep them in line. Forget that they had almost managed to kill Garrus.
Scratch that, she fucking hated it.
His brow plates furrowed and gaze intensified, part of her termed “detective look” when he was concentrating, trying to solve something. It was a look she was quite familiar with, both on the battlefield and in the bedroom. But Shepard didn’t want that focus on her now.
The ping of the elevator’s arrival and the swoosh of its door opening were welcome sounds. Shepard stepped inside, Garrus bringing up the rear. Even with it being late afternoon, they were fortunately the only ones waiting and had the elevator to themselves for the short trip back to the Normandy.
Or at least what Shepard thought would be a short trip. No sooner had the elevator inched upward than it suddenly jolted with a screech, coming to an abrupt stop that would have flung her onto the floor if not for grabbing onto the side railing. Garrus fared better, able to catch himself from losing his balance and face-planting. The lights above them and the wall panel flickered twice before going out, leaving only the glow of the emergency light above the door.
A moment later, the melodic voice of a VI came on. “Elevators in this area are experiencing a malfunction. Technicians have been notified. Estimated repair time is unknown. Thank you for your patience.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” Shepard groaned, not bothering to right herself and instead sliding to the floor. Though glad it wasn’t due to anything more serious, she’d been looking forward to getting back to the quiet of her cabin, unwind for a bit before their departure and her night rounds.
He plopped down beside her. “So much for making it back early.”
She sighed, leaning against him. Normally she wouldn’t indulge in public, but that wasn’t a concern now. “Least we don’t have to make awkward small talk with anyone else.”
Though she only half meant that. It would have avoided giving Garrus an opening to ask why she’d been down there. Why wouldn’t he now? He had to have some idea of who those mercs were being near them, even without hearing her conversation. She’d hoped to decompress a bit before telling him, not because she thought he wouldn’t understand the practicality of it, but it still wouldn’t be an easy conversation.
“So…” Shepard braced herself. “Want to talk about our peoples’ histories?”
The knot in her stomach loosened, unable to help laughing. “You really miss those talks, don’t you?”
He shrugged against her. “Like I’ve said, good opportunity to share.”
Only too happy to oblige him, Shepard pulled up her omni-tool. Still able to access the extranet, with a few searches, they had overly cheery elevator music filling the space, followed by a groan from Garrus.
“Really, Jane?”
“Just setting the mood right.” She leaned back, crossing her legs and draping her hands over her stomach, staring up at him expectantly. “Alright, Vakarian, since you were so eager…anything pressing you want to know about us humans?”
“Well, I’ve been reading on your military history…”
“Seems like you’ve been doing a lot of human research lately.”
He squeezed her waist, clearly catching her flirtatious tease. “I have lots of incentive.”
“And what did you read about?” she asked, settling in closer against him.
“Earth’s wars. Up to the world wars in the 20th. Don’t recall hearing about any world wars this century. There weren’t any others?”
Shepard shook her head. “We came close a few times, though. Almost had a nuclear war 17 years after WWII. And there was the civil war in the late 21st between secessionists and United North American States forces.”
“Your parents were from Earth originally, right? How were things then?”
She shrugged. “Alright enough. My parents didn’t decide to leave cause of any global turbulence. More just wanting a change.” A fresh start, her dad said. Though Shepard had never gotten answers on what exactly they needed a fresh start from.
She then poked Garrus in the side, though Shepard knew he couldn’t feel it through his armor. “And that’s two questions, greedy.”
His face plates shifted in a smirk, squeezing her waist again. “Sorry.”
“My turn, then. So I know turians have had markings since the Unification War and they represent colonies. But I couldn’t find anything on the colors.” Least not on official sites. Plenty of extranet forum results came up, with some not so subtle racist suggestions including that they were kill counts. “Who decided on them?”
“Early on they were decided by local governments, but the color is pretty much up to families now, though there’s still established colors for specific colonies. The Vakarians’ markings have been blue going back centuries.”
“I should thank whichever one of your ancestors decided that.” She brushed her fingers over his mandible. “The blue looks real good on you.”
“Glad you approve,” he said, his subvocals sounding pleased.
She gave a small laugh, leaning back. “Next question, big guy.”
It was then the mood around them changed as Garrus didn’t answer immediately, his gaze breaking from hers, the teasing light in his eyes disappearing. It didn’t help the music had cut off too.
“Garrus?” Shepard asked, straightening up, concerned as to what had just happened, only for dread to churn up inside her at being asked the one question she’d hoped they’d avoid. She could only hope she was wrong.
With a sigh, as if not wanting to say it but knew he needed to, he asked, meeting her eyes again, “What were you talking to those mercs about?”
Damn it, no such luck.
There would be no distracting him away from the conversation this time; he deserved to know.
“Aria approached me with an offer. Unite the Eclipse, Blue Suns, and Blood Pack under her control, and she’ll put them towards fighting the Reapers. The Eclipse leader Sederis was jailed under Bailey’s orders. Aria wanted me to convince him to free her, but seeing her for myself, I decided to convince her second-in-command to break ties and make the deal with Aria himself. Turned out he didn’t need much convincing to take charge.”
Garrus didn’t say anything at first, but it was Shepard’s turn to sense the tension radiating off him.
“You trust Aria to keep them all in line?” he asked, measured.
“Aria’s ruthless, but she’s aware it’s in her best interest to stop the Reapers.” Shepard couldn’t keep the uncertainty out of her voice. She believed Aria that she understood the bigger picture, but whether overlooking some of the mercs’ behaviors so long as they stayed loyal to her was another story.
Garrus studied her carefully, clearly picking that up. “Do we really want to help make those gangs stronger?”
“No, but we need the firepower. Now with the asari on the sidelines.” Too much was already up in the air with the krogan and turian alliance.
“I know we need numbers, but…they won’t stop at this.” His voice grew rougher, reminiscent of their hunt for Sidonis, focused on nothing more than avenging his squad.
Shepard wished she had more to offer, but the truth was, she didn’t. Because he was right. Bolstering the gangs would inevitably lead to more peoples’ suffering. They were boxed into a corner, forced to ally and strengthen them to help defeat a greater evil.
Garrus was quiet again, mindlessly tapping his talon against his armored knee in a rhythm similar to typing algorithms.
“I hate having to do this too, Garrus.” With every fiber of her being. It’d taken every ounce of self-control not to punch Vosque in the face earlier. “But we have to. And if they start getting ideas, I’ll press Aria on it.”
He stared ahead at the elevator door, tapping away, giving a slight shake of his head. Shepard couldn’t blame him for not being satisfied with that.
Then the tapping stopped. “I don’t like it,” he said, facing her. “But I trust you.”
It was all she could hope for. And the knowledge he trusted her was something she didn’t take for granted and hoped she never would.
Shepard brought his head down to hers, pressing their foreheads together, as familiar to her as kissing now. “Thank you.”
Garrus ran the back of his knuckle against her cheek. “Just be careful.”
“I’ll try.” As much as she could these days.
The sudden jolt of the elevator coming back to life and the light brightening the space interrupted the moment. “Thank you for your patience. Elevators in this sector are now operational” mixed with the automated voice of the elevator that it was going up to D24.
Shepard breathed a sigh of relief upon stepping out of the elevator and into their docking bay. They passed through the waiting area, the Normandy greeting them through the windows. Once out of public sight, Garrus’ hand wrapped around hers, their fingers intertwining as they walked up the ramp. She couldn’t help smiling at the simple touch, glad things were ok between them. Aria’s deal and its future consequences still weighed heavily, but at least it hadn’t dragged their relationship down with it.
“You know something?” he asked just before reaching the entrance to the Normandy, as if a great realization hit him.
“What?”
“We missed our chance to have sex in an elevator.”
Her smile grew, chuckling as she said, “We can still stop it on the Normandy, get EDI to cover for us.”
“No risk in getting caught? There's no fun in that.”
Shepard activated the decontamination process, but not before risking a quick kiss before it started. “We’ll make sure to have another.”
He nudged her brow, mandibles flared out in a smile of his own. “I’ll hold you to that.”
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It is time to Ramble about Regenerations in the Time Lord au.
I'll be going through the known regenerations for both The Ranger (Ford) and The Mechanic (Otto) but I'm gonna keep The Ruler (Gristol) as a surprise for later.
The Ranger
Currently on his second regeneration, meaning he still has 11 more after this. There are three regenerations that have been decided so far.
1st regeneration: Fred.
This started as a joke about their names being similar. Then it turned into "Wait, that actually would make a lot of sense." So therefore, his first regeneration went by the nickname "Fred" thanks to seeing a restaurant with the name "Freddy's" and deciding it's a good enough name for him. He traveled with a couple friends-- The Mechanic and the Ruler-- at first before finally splitting off to take care of himself and do some sight-seeing of his own.
His companions are as follows:
Boyd Cooper, a 1960s Private Eye, and a conspiracy theorist in his free time. He noticed the oddity of this man showing up throughout history, and decided to track him down. When Fred and Boyd met, Fred decided the best thing to do was take him with so that he could see which of his theories were wrong and which were right.
Edgar Teglee, a 31st century painter. He has the technology to paint on the air in holograms, but he still loves the act of painting on black velvet. He joined the team after helping them in their attempts to stop another villain from destroying everything.
Gloria von Gouten, a drama teacher and part-time actress from 2005. She found them all rather charming, and decided to tag along without really asking or being asked. No one minded. She's the one who helps them to actually blend in.
There could be more, but those are the ones I know of for now. He regenerates because of an incident involving the Ruler, and crash lands in the backyard of one Lucrecia Mux.
2nd regeneration: Ford
This is the one most of the story has been focused on so far. He acts a lot more happy-go-lucky compared to his previous regeneration, and I'd honestly compare him a tiny bit to the eleventh doctor. (In fact, the way he meets Lucy is purposefully reminiscent of how 11 met Amy.) He chose the name "Ford" after Lucy used it for his TARDIS, seeing as it's still a Ford truck, and he hasn't stopped traveling around since then.
His companions are as follows:
Lucrecia Mux, an acrobat and dreamer who loves to help people. She found him after crashing in her backyard, and she brought him into the caravan. They travel together for quite a while, even falling in love along the way, but she eventually decides to head home to help care for her nephew, her sister, and her brother-in-law. Whenever Ford is around her, he's always dragged to dinner with them in the caravan.
Bob Zanotto, a modern-day cashier (and hobbyist gardener) who's tired of basically everything. He's seen more than enough hardship after losing both his parents, but after being pulled into an adventure after aliens nearly kill him at his job. He travels with Ford for 3 adventures, then leaves. After Ford does some solo stuff, he goes to find Bob again, two years after he left. Bob readily joins him, having lost basically everything except his home and garden.
Helmut Fullbear, a new musician and "professional wanderer" who accidentally hitched a ride on the TARDIS before a trip through time. He refuses to tell them when he's from until he's allowed to stay with them. He and Bob quickly grow close, and he eventually decides to stay with Bob instead of going home.
Cassie O'Pia, a librarian and writer who notices the oddness of this man showing up throughout history as well. She chews Ford out the instant they meet, but he takes her to the Library of Alexandria, which is probably the best way to apologize to her. She comes with him to make sure he doesn't mess up the timeline more.
(maybe?) Nash Heels, a teenager who's desperate to see more of the world. Nash follows along behind him when he stops by his school, asking Ford lots of questions about what's happening. Even though he is a little annoying, he does enjoy getting to know Ford and getting to see the world.
When he regenerates, it's sudden and unexpected, after likely getting shot by a Dalek or something of the sort. I don't actually know how he regenerates yet, so give me a bit of time on that one ^-^;;
3rd regeneration: Raz
That's right. Raz is a time lord. >:3
He's a lot more childish than the last regeneration, but he's extremely happy to help, and has a heart of gold.
There's not that much known about him in this regeneration yet, since I've mostly focused on Fred and Ford, but I do know of a couple companions he takes with him.
Augustus Aquato, an acrobat and performer. He's the nephew of Lucy, and heard all about this strange man from the stars. Though he's confused, he quickly takes a bit of a parental role towards the time lord, and tries to help him on his journey. He leaves to raise a kid with his wife, naming said child after Raz.
Truman Zanotto, a university student. He's Bob and Helmut's nephew, and also heard all about him, but he doesn't know what to make of the strange duo who showed up. He and Augustus argue quite a bit at first before they find common ground, and after that? They're like brothers, helping each other all the way. He eventually leaves as well, but I don't know why.
That's all there is for The Ranger for now, so let's move on to....
The Mechanic
Unlike the Ranger, the Mechanic has a habit of getting into dangerous situations with his devices, though they've been trying to stop that to help others. There are four known regenerations, but I plan to include more as well.
1st regeneration: Caligosto.
He and the Ranger are queerplatonic partners in this regeneration, and he frequently has to help Fred out of situations that will hurt him because of Fred's bleeding-heart nature. He enjoys cracking jokes, and does have a bad habit of doing things without fully thinking them through.
He also has a companion! But only the one.
Penelope Delucca, a young woman with anxiety who longs to be a scientist. She's the balance to his crazy antics, and frequently talks him out of things that would cause damage. She joined him mostly because she wasn't aware what this would entail, but she learned to enjoy it and to have a bit more confidence.
Unfortunately for Penny, she did end up witnessing the regeneration, which definitely scared her. But now, there is....
2nd regeneration: Sasha.
The first thing they realized is that now he's German. The second thing they noticed is that he has no idea how to be comforting to Penny. He definitely does try, but he's pretty bad at it. Eventually they part ways amicably.
This regeneration also picks up another companion.
Milla Vodello, a 1960s orphanage worker. She didn't know what to do after a fire burnt it down, but Sasha took her with him to help her find a new passion. They fell in love eventually, and he truly did admire her the whole time, changing up his TARDIS and how he looked to be better because of her. The two of them are together for most of this regeneration.
After Milla leaves, he eventually regenerates once again. However, I don't know much about how the Mechanic acts in this regeneration, so I'll just note who it is, say a tiny bit, and then move on.
3rd regeneration: Gisu
I thought it was fitting.
There are a few more regens in here, and then we get to...
6th regeneration: Otto.
Yeah! Otto is here! He's a lot like the Otto we know and love, with a dash less tact. I'm running out of time to type rn, so I can't say much. But let's talk about his companion as well!
Compton Boole, a modern-day cook at a small family restaurant. He lives with Cassie, and they are QPPs. He's pulled a long by Otto to tour the galaxy and learn all sorts of recipes, and he has a very "This might as well happen" vibe.
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Anyways, that's everyone for these two. I hope I'm making sense. Hope y'all enjoyed!
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The Seamstress
(This is a fic about a fan character I just thought of - got a bolt of inspiration listening to one of my favorite Disney villain songs and thinking about how Kremy's based off a Disney villain. I'm sure you'll guess soon enough who this little ladys based off of lol)
A glamorous, shimmering carriage glided down a muddy path, splashing mud off to the sides as the wheels grinding through the thick puddles, causing the woman inside to shriek and pull the silken curtains of the windows together tightly.
"Ah, positively ghastly! How can these people live in such squalor?" She said with a huff, pulling away from the window and crossing her arms. The woman was a tall, slender, and absolutely gorgeous elven woman, her long thin arms laced in silken gloves that went down to her elbows and ended in fur trimmings, her fingers covered in rings that jangled together akin to skeletal fingers when she moved them, a long fur boa in a snow leopard pattern circled around her neck along with a necklace of pearls, and a pair of albino gator skin heels around her dainty feet.
The man sat beside her in the carriage was quite different; he wore a simple tuxedo, with tailcoats that trailed off the side of his seat, also elven but shorter and plumper than elves usually were, partially curled up in his seat as he looked up to the woman, who despite what many would assume upon first glance was in fact his wife, with wide, anxious eyes.
"I...t-think perhaps t-they're quite u-used to it, d-darling." He said quietly, his voice shaking nearly as much as the carriage as the terrain got rougher, his wife huffing in response. "I was told these people were masters of luxury and fashion! How could such people live in these conditions?!"
Her husband merely frowned and looked away; he wasn't good at soothing his wife's temper, but perhaps that was for the best, her temper was one of her dearest tools.
Eventually, the carriage came to a stop, the once pristine and pearly wheels now caked in muck from the rough trip. The fellow manning the horses at the front of the carriage hopped off his perch and opened the door for the pair, barely even getting a glance from the fair lady within as he laid out his coat in front of the puddle before them as to not dirty the noble's shoes.
"Mr. and Mrs. Von Truce, the lovely city of Agwe!" The servant declared as he gestured his arms outward towards the city. Mrs. Von Truce looked the city over for a moment, squinting as she scrutinized every little detail of the area. Well, the air smelled positively foul, though she supposed that came with being located in such a wretched swamp as this. The neon was garish, in such clashing colors, and far too much of it, glaring out from nearly every sign she could see.
She was nearly prepared to the write the whole place off and head back in the carriage, until she spied some of the locals walking about. She saw boas, much like hers, canes graced with gems, silken top hats tied tightly with ribbons, headpieces with luscious feathers swaying to-and-fro from them.
She smiled, for the first time in the entire drive here, as she usually bore what some more crude folk would dub a 'resting bitch face', and finally bore a glance towards their driver. "While I still abhor the location, I can clearly see I was not misinformed in regard to their fashion. Though..." She looked over the townsfolk again.
"Though they aren't quite...the races, I expected. I suppose even the foulest can surprise you, yes? Matters not, as long as they know what they're speaking of, and clearly, they do." The driver got a tense look, as did her husband - though admittedly a tense look is what he usually had -. "Ah, m-madam, perhaps not speak of-" The driver began, but was quickly cut off, the noblewoman waving him off as she retrieved her cigarette-holder from her bag, placing a cigarette at the end and lighting it. "Hush hush, I don't pay for your opinion, darling."
The pair of nobles left their carriage, moving down the streets of Agwe as it began to rain, unfurling an enchanted parasol from her bag and holding it over her and her husband, even though the hotel they were walking towards wasn't even that far from the carriage. Cannot risk smearing the makeup, she thought to herself.
She flashed more than enough cash at the man at the reception desk to give them the royal suite, though they were briefly held up by a lizardfolk man that was waiting behind them for his own room who took offense at the noblewoman's taste in shoes. He ranted a bit, but was quickly silenced by a fierce backhand with Mrs. Von Truce's purse.
As they got settled in their room, and Mrs. Von Truce changed into her silken, fur trimmed nightwear, Mr. Von Truce sat upon the lacey bed, fiddling with his fingers. "...D-Darling?" He eventually fumbled, his wife peering out from the bathroom towards him, makeup only partially washed off, so she didn't leave blush stains on the pillows again. "What is it, darling?"
"...I...I-I'm adequate, yes? T-Tolerable, at least?" He fumbled further, giving an awkward, almost worried smile. His wife sighed softly, giving a soft smile that hardly anyone other than him ever saw, moving to sit beside him upon the bed.
"Darling, do you have any idea how many suitors my dear mumsy and dadums lined up for me? Do not speak as if I had no options; besides, if I was so ashamed of you, why on earth would I let you go around calling yourself 'my husband'? Surely, I'd make you say you were a servant or some such, yes?"
Her dear husband pondered this for a moment...then finally managed a smile, a much less nervous one this time. "Heh...I suppose you're right." He paused. "...Why did you pick me then?" His wife smiled, chuckling softly. "Darling, if there's anything I've learned from being as stunningly gorgeous as I am, it's that being beautiful comes with many expectations as to how life shall treat you. So many of my other suitors were handsome, yes, but they also expected to hear 'yes', and as I'm sure you know by this point, 'yes' is not a word I through around recklessly. A handsome suitor expects a servant for a wife, an average one feels lucky to have a wife at all. That is true, yes?"
He smiled brighter, her words doing wonders to cheer up his self-doubt. "Yes! Of course." She smiled brightly in return, patting him on the head. "See? All is well." She kissed him on his round cheek, making him blush. "Now come along to bed, darling, we have oh so much to do tomorrow."
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BnP au: One day the villains brought their kids to the house of mouse and professor Von Drake was showcasing a a device that show alternate universes, but it malfunction and brought the canon twst cast to them
Oh no
First of all the seven are EXCITED. LOOK AT THEIR BOYS ALL GROWN UPPPPP
The kids are amazed and the teens confused
Yuu is living the dream of their live and on top of that A DEVICE TO GO TO DIFERENT DIMENTIONS!... IS THAT BABY ME AND GRIMM???!
Riddle is living in a nightmare, is that what he used to sound like when he barked orders? And of course: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THE QUEEN OF HEARTS IS HIS MOM?!
BP Riddle is not impressed with how relaxed his "grow up" version is, still hasn't learned to be calmer
Leona is cautions with himself, he was such a brat before, and seven why him, he isn't good with kids, whyyyy- "do you like chess?" Yes, yes, yes, proceeds to struggle bc this baby him is very skilled as well... what do you feel when you lose to a bb version of yourself? Is it a blow in the ego or a thing to be prideful of bc it proves you are smart since birth? Scar pets his head saying good job and he's so confused
BP Leona is trying to contain his excitement HE HAS AS COOL SCAR! He's smart! AND HIS HAIR IS LONGER! He wants to know more about this other him but gets right from the get go that he's grumpy
Azul activates parent mode, is instantly trying to reassure himself, only to discover that this baby self doesn't need it, this kid has more confidence that he ever will have and does it show, gets second hand embarrassment in his theatrics. Azul is in a constant state of confusion the sea witch doesn't stop pampering him
BP Azul is wondering who hurt this guy and if he needs to take care of them himself, will ask to duet and never gets a no, is laughing so hard of Azul's expressions, asks about his unique magic and is over the moon that he has the same one as Ursula
Jamil is having a good time with little him, just talking about how diferent things are, he wonders were Najma is in this universe and is relieved to know she's fine as well, is rather pleased that this him is one of the most powerful kids in this group. Got so many tips and encouragement from Jafar and the sorcerer is amazed that Jamil can hide his intellect in so many ways, and also enraged that Jamil's position as dorm leader was stolen
BP Jamil thinks his older self is cool and starts to practice the "hide your true potential", bc he thinks it will be fun the look of Shock in his opponents face once he pulls some sick moves out of the blue, wants to lear how to cook
Vil is just sitting and waiting for things to be fixed, talking to the beautiful queen, he swears she's almost crying since he told her title, his bb self is very cute, he doesn't remember when he started to apeal to a more mature appearance, so it's a trip to the past. The evil Queen wants to know everything, from his actor career, to his magic to his ambitions, she's beaming with pround mother energy her son is going to be such a fine young man
BP Vil is still an amature in theatrics and seeing that his older self is an actor just burst his moral, he is so happy that his hard work paid off, even if it's in an other dimension, it mean he truly has a chance in the end, he tries so hard to look older, got many tips from Vil and a reminder to not push himself so hard, also tales of caution so he will take breaks
Idia is trying his best not to panic, in the end he goes to help Von Drake so he can get his mind out of things, both Yuus goes check on him every now and them yes he did take a picture of baby Yuu, took some effort but his younger self finaly came to met him, almost gave him a heart attack but nonetheless, bb Yuu was encouraging him in the background it's official this kid is going to kill him and his bb self, he tries to give some encouragement to his younger self the best he can, sad that Ortho is dead in this dimension too. Almost combusted when Hades came to talk to him hi dad?
BP Idia as said, needed intervention from bb Yuu so he could talk to himself, is so fascinated that he can do cool stuff with tec, this day mark his awakening, "what is anime?" "Oh buddy", and is determined to recreate Ortho in this universe, he misses his brother
Malleus is giving himself a back ride, he never got one of someone tall so why not indulge this self? You can tell he's shocked to see Malleficent there, is so awkward, doesn't know how to act in her presence, is a mix of proper royal dialogue and strangely mundane questions, slowly he learns to lose off
BP Malleus is so smug that he's going to be so tall AND POWERFUL, happy to know that Yuu and him are bffs will shove it in bb Leona's face later, is more interested in the others older self's than his own, he knows he's going to be cool and tall what more does he need to know?
Yuu doesn't get a break, is running around helping the staff like a pro thanks to mostro louge work, helping Idia and Von Drake in anyway they need, Mikey is so pround "what do you mean you have been talking to me through a mirror?", got forcibly put to rest when a big hand picked them up IS THAT BABY THEM?!
Grimm is trying to find himself how philosophical and finds bp Yuu and him before Yuu, starts a fight with bb him instantly bc of course he does, baby Yuu is as much a beast tamer as big Yuu and can stop the fight by asking dad to pick one of the Grimm's up... ends up giving big Grimm and heart attack
BP Yuu solidified in their mind to never be a push over, older them look so tired and stressed, "what do you mean you don't know dad?" "DAD?- HOLLY SEVEN!", both are starting to think that it's their destiny to be isekaied away from home, ends up giving an ear to older them and learn about all the adventures they got and of course, share theirs
BP Grimm is not impressed with his older self, he lacks many of his training, but is enjoying how big Yuu has a degree in petting
Bit of a romantic bonus bc why not?
In some way or another the kids get a little crush on big Yuu, they are just so nice and funny! Yuu turns down the confessions of the bold little ones gently, goes to talk about it, like the smug little shit they are, to the big version of the boy and gets a blushy boy as reward
The little ones will insist they don't have a crush on little Yuu when they tease/confort them about it lil Leona and lil Malleus don't coment on the topic, latter in life they will eat their toughs
The seven knows what is happening the second they see their older boys interacting with Yuu, will give subtle advice and cause little disasters so the two can pass time together, Hades just asks constantly how older Idia is so Yuu goes to check on him constantly, they start to pay attention to their own little ones to see if this spark is something in common
Chernabog is amused at this show of dumb teen stuff, his little one is still very young and didn't show such interest yet, so it's just funny to see how they could deal with it alone, trys to learn more about this tipe of custom from older Yuu so he can help his own little one when time comes, discovers the kid is going to be dense as a rock to this stuff when it comes to themselfs, yeah, it explains many things
The mouse on the other hand is livid, no, no, not on his watch, nope naah, why don't Yuu go talk to the little RSA boys hum? They seem nicer, go to talk to the heroes please he doesn't want to deal with this, overprotective mode activated
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Idea for Mechanic!Frankies first outside date. In our town there's a vintage car dealer and every spring you can enter a contest and win a ride in a vintage car, afternoon Picknick included.
So what if reader enters on a whim because she heard that Frankie enters every year and is bitter cause he loses all the time - and she wins?! but doesn't dare drive the old expensive car? Frankie to the rescue
Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader
Warnings: Just some friendly competition...and some more kissing. Also some singing in the car.
A/N: This is such a cute idea, Sonja! I love this for our favorite mechanic!
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“...and they have this contest where you can win a ride in a classic car. I enter every year and I never win,” Frankie tells you, voice slightly muffled since he’s under your car.
“Well, I’d love to go with you,” you say and he rolls out from beneath your car.
“Really?” The smile on his face grows as you nod.
“Yeah.” You help him to his feet and laugh. “You got a little grease...right...here.” You wipe the tip of his nose but that only seems to add more. You look at your hands and scoff. They must have gotten dirty when you helped him up.
“Every time,” Frankie says. “Sorry.” He takes out his rag and tries his best to wipe your hands clean.
“It must be our thing,” you tease.
“Our thing?”
“Yeah, you know how a couple in movies or TV always have a certain thing that happens between them?” You jump slightly when he looks up quickly.
“Couple?” he asks.
“Y-Yes...couple. This can be our...thing,” you say with a smile.
“You’re gonna be completely covered in grease if I keep this up.” He moves in for a kiss and you gladly meet him halfway.
“I don’t mind.” You two stay close to each other, both in a dreamlike state. “Thanks for coming by to check on my car.”
“No problem but I really didn’t see anything wrong,” he admits.
“I know.” You giggle when he realizes that you just wanted to see him outside of work again.
“So, I’ll pick you up on Saturday around noon. That okay?” he asks as you walk him back to his truck.
“That’s fine. I’ll see you then.” You close the truck door after he climbs in then he leans out the window to kiss you.
“See you then.” He tips his cap and starts the car, waving once more before driving off.
-Saturday-
The car show is bustling just as you expected--the weather is warm and the sun is out so everyone is looking to get out. You and Frankie walk side by side not exactly holding hands but every now and then your hands brush up against the other’s and you look and smile.
“Hey Frankie!” someone calls and Frankie excuses himself to go talk to his friend. You walk over to where you can sign up to win the ride in a vintage car and end up entering your name. You won’t win but it doesn’t hurt to try. You walk over to the car that is up for a drive this year and look at it in amazement.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Frankie asks, walking up behind you. “1969 Camaro ZL1.” He shakes his head, “Doesn’t get any better.”
“Are you gonna enter this year?” you ask, locking your arm with his.
“Nah, I’ll just stick to dreaming about driving down some long road in the desert, listening to the engine purr.” He chuckles and takes his arm from yours only to put it around your shoulder. You look at him and just admire him. He is wearing his aviators today and, you have to say, he looks goddamn good in them.
“And now for the winner of our drive and picnic contest...” A drumroll plays over the speaker and when the man says your name you freeze. Frankie looks at you, eyes wide.
“You entered? You won?!” he asks in disbelief.
“I guess so.” You’re still in shock as people around you cheer and you walk up to get the keys.
“You’re one lucky lady,” the man says and you look out at the crowd only to find Frankie. You meet his eye and smile.
“Thank you but...uh...this is for Frankie,” you say and you can see his eyebrows fly up from behind his dark shades. He pushes them up off his eyes and looks at you.
“Well, Frankie, you’re one lucky guy with an amazing girlfriend.” The man tells him to get up there and Frankie walks up in a daze. As everyone cheers, he pulls you close.
Standing by the car, Frankie still seems to be in shock.
“I believe these are yours,” you say, grabbing his hand and dropping the keys into them. “Come on.” You walk over to the passenger side and get in. He climbs in slowly and just touches the steering wheel.
“Is this real?” he asks, turning to you.
“It’s real. Start it!” you say excitedly.
He puts the key and starts the ignition. It roars to life and Frankie puts a hand over his heart. “Do you hear that?” Before he pulls onto the road, he plays around with the radio, stopping when he hears Uptown Girl playing. He turns to you with a grin and you smile back.
“Good song.” You dance in the seat a little before singing along quietly. Frankie looks over at you every chance he gets before joining in.
“And when she’s walking she’s looking so fi-i-ine. And when she’s talking she’ll say that she’s mi-i-ine,” he sings loudly and you stare at him in shock before bursting into laughter.
“You surprise me every day, Mr. Morales,” you say.
“I hope in a good way.”
“Definitely.”
He drives in silence before turning into the park and finding a nice shady spot. “We get a picnic too, remember?” He gets out and opens the trunk to find a basket already packed up for you.
“What if I was alone?” you ask.
“More food for you,” he jokes and you laugh. You walk over to a nice spot under a beautiful tree and hold the basket as he places the blanket. “Ma’am.” He gestures to the blanket and you sit.
“Why, thank you, sir.”
He sits beside you and leans against the tree. You inch closer to him until you are able to lean against him comfortably. “This is nice,” he says, taking his aviators off so you can look into his brown eyes.
“It is. Are you hungry?” you ask, reaching for the basket.
“Wait...I have something I wanna ask you.” He grabs your hand.
“Okay.”
“Earlier you, uh, said something about couples...and when the guy called me your boyfriend, you didn’t try to correct him. I was just wondering why.” He looks at you nervously.
“Why would I correct him if he was already right?” you ask him and Frankie laughs once in shock. “I mean...if that’s okay with you. If you think this is going too fast then we can just continue the way we were. No labels.”
“I haven’t done this in a while, you know?”
“I know. That’s why I said we can slow down. I don’t mind but I do want you to know that you’re the only one I’m seeing and it’ll stay that way even if we don’t make it official or anything.” You reach for the basket again and he watches you--the way the sun shines down on you, the way you smile at him, the way you do everything.
You two sit there for a little over an hour talking and eating and just enjoying each other’s company. And just like any other date, neither of you ever want it to end. He helps you pack up the basket before standing.
“Help me with the blanket?” he asks.
“Of course.” You grab the opposite end and walk up to him. When you do, he kisses you and you sigh.
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says against your lips and you open your eyes.
“I’d be honored, Frankie.” You kiss him, dropping your end of the blanket to reach up and cup his face.
After a few more kisses, you two finally make it back to the car. Frankie starts it and puts his aviators back on.
“Let’s take the long way, hm?” he suggests and you nod. It may not be the long, empty road in the desert, but this is the start of road trip he can’t wait to take with you by his side.
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Strike, Dear Mistress, and Cure His Heart
I was lying in bed yesterday morning, when I realised I would like to tie Dylan O’Brien up. So i wrote this, and I’m not even the slightest bit sorry. It’s just one shortish fic as I don’t know how you’d continue it - there is no plot to speak of, it’s very self indulgent. I wrote it very quickly, although I did have to go back and rewrite some bits in case I ended up breaking his arms (I can’t be the only one that hates physically impossible smut). Let me know if you like it.
Title comes from Venus in Furs by The Velvet Underground, which is itself based on the book by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. I’d highly recommend both the song and the book.
Summary: Dylan is bad so you decide to punish him
Pairing: Female Reader x Dylan O’Brien
Warnings: References to alcohol and drinking, Swearing, light BDSM (bondage and hitting), Sub/Dom dynamic, Smut, unprotected sex (use protection!), orgasm denial, might be some British spellings
Word count: 3,554
Taglist: @hernameisnoellex3
You woke in the dark to a crashing sound coming from the hallway and sat up in bed rubbing your eyes. You reached across and turned on the light before you heard it again. There it was, unmistakably the sound of someone stumbling around outside the bedroom door.
Sitting up in your large warm bed you looked over at the space next to you. Empty. Which meant…ah yes, you thought, as the bedroom door crashed open and your boyfriend Dylan tripped across the threshold.
“Sssh” he slurred, putting his finger across his lips “You’ll wake Y/N. She doesn’t…doesn’t like it when I’m drunk”
“It’s not the drunkenness Dylan” you sighed sleepily “You can have as much fun with your friends as you like” you watched as he tried to remove one of his shoes without sitting down, resulting in him hopping awkwardly on one leg “I just don’t know why you always have to wake me up when you get back”
“It’s no…no fun if you’re not there” he finally crashed awkwardly onto the side of the bed and tore off his shoes “gotta wake you up to have fun” his socks followed swiftly afterwards and he removed his shirt in one surprisingly co-ordinated movement, then ruined it by tipping over sideways.
You admired the way his movements had messed up his hair, leaving it stuck up every which way. You also couldn’t help but look at his lean chest and the smattering of moles across his now bare skin.
He caught you looking and leered knowingly, crawling towards you across the covers wearing only his jeans. “There’s my best girl. Missed you” he bent his head towards you and kissed you softly on the lips, his denim clad thighs bracketing you on the bed. Unfortunately, the effect was ruined by him tasting of beer, whiskey and cigarettes.
“Ew Dylan” you squeaked “you taste like an ashtray”
His caramel-coloured eyes widened, and he looked hurt “Sorry, I’ll go...go brush them” he yawned, but instead lay back with his head on the pillow next to you. “Just…just going to have a small rest first” and with that he closed his eyes and passed out, leaving you to remove his jeans and go back to sleep.
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The next morning Dylan took ages to emerge from the bedroom. In fact, it was pretty much the afternoon when he did, and then he spent a while having a slow shower, getting food and groaning softly to himself every so often.
This meant he didn’t notice how angry you were for a worryingly long time. You weren’t sulking, you didn’t sulk, you just stayed on your laptop out of his way and didn’t talk to him. When he bent to kiss you, you moved your head, so it landed on your cheek, and responded to his apology with a non-committal “hmm”
“Baby, baby I’m sorry” he said, the aftereffects of the drinking and smoking adding a gravelly tone to his voice. “It won’t happen again”
“But you always say that, and it always does happen again” you practically growled, letting your anger colour your voice.
“It won’t, I swear” he pleaded “let me make it up to you, I’ll do whatever you want”
“Whatever I want? You mean that?” you spoke thoughtfully, a few ideas running through your head.
“Anything” he put his hand over his heart and looked at you, sincerity filling his gaze. You wanted to believe him, but he’d always been an excellent actor.
“You’d do anything I say, without question?” you asked
“Anything” he repeated, a spark of fear appearing in his eyes. He licked his lips as he stood in front of you though, so you knew he was interested.
You stood and slowly walked around him, contemplating your options. You’d never showed Dylan your dominant side so far in your short but intense relationship, happy for him to take the reins. But now, now seemed a good opportunity to let some of your kinks show, see how he took it.
“Here’s how it’s going to go” you let your voice drop an octave and leant towards his ear “you’re going to do exactly what I say, and if you don’t, I’m going to punish you. Hard” you saw him gulp. “Do you know what the traffic light system is?” you asked
“Y-yes” he stuttered
“Tell me then” you asked thoughtfully. If he’d done this before it was going to be easier than you thought to get him to comply.
“Green means everything is good. Orange means slow down, discuss things. Red is stop straight away” he answered
“Good boy. Have you tried this before?” you asked, curious
“N-no. Just read some stuff, watched some things” he shifted from foot to foot, embarrassed
“You happy with it?” you questioned, mentally crossing your fingers for luck
“Fuck yes” he let out with a gasp, so you moved to stand directly behind him, pressing yourself against his back
“That’s the correct answer” you spoke into his ear “anything you don’t want me to do?”
“Um…no marks that can’t be covered by a shirt, I’ve got that thing I’m filming next week”
“Sure” you said, shrugging, “wouldn’t want any of your co-stars knowing what a naughty boy you’ve been”
He swallowed thickly, his throat moving “apart from that I’m all in. You can even get a little rough. That would be…that would be hot” you see him shiver in anticipation.
“Excellent” you practically purred. Then your tone changed, becoming sharp and demanding “I want you to strip completely. Then I want you to kneel on the floor right here, with your hands behind your head”
Speedily Dylan stripped off his clothes, throwing his shirt to one side. He hopped on one leg to remove his shoes, reminding you of last night.
“Wait” you said firmly, and he stopped, both shoes off but still wearing his jeans. You moved round him to go sit on the sofa. “Ok you can keep going, but slower”
He looked at you and slowly popped the button on his jeans. “Good boy” you smiled, and he smirked back as he lowered the zipper. You’d always liked this view, watching as he pushed the denim down and off. Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his grey boxer briefs and you unconsciously licked your lips and crossed your legs. Your eyes followed the trail of hair leading down as he slowly removed them, revealing his far from inadequate cock.
You watched admiringly as he tossed aside the briefs and knelt as you’d asked, hands behind his head showing off his biceps.
“Nice” you complimented “what a good boy you are”
You noticed his pupils widen at that, and his dick twitched, starting to harden. Interesting.
“Now stay there, don’t move an inch while I go get ready” you ordered
“Yes” he said quietly
“Oh, and from now on you’ll address me only as Mistress” you added
“Yes mistress” he replied obediently. Oh, this was going to be fun, you thought.
Quickly you returned to the bedroom and stripped, changing into your black satin lingerie set. It was one of Dylan’s favourites. Then you put on your highest black stilettos, the soft suede ones that you only wore if you knew you didn’t have to do much walking. They were unbelievably sexy but made you slightly taller than Dylan which always felt strange. Not today though, today feeling more powerful was the point.
Then you crossed to the closet, reaching into the back and pulling out a small cardboard box. You removed some items from inside, placing them on the bedside table. A couple of silk scarves, a soft leather flogger, and your favourite item – a length of black rope. It was deceptively strong but coated in something to make it comfortable. After all you didn’t want Dylan arriving on set with rope burns. That would take some explaining. You thought for a moment before taking it out of the bedroom with you.
Dylan was exactly as you’d left him, kneeling in front of the sofa, hands placed on the back of his head. You walked slowly in front of him, listening to the sharp tap of your heels on the polished floor and letting your hips sway seductively. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath before you turned to face him.
“God” he groaned “you look incredible”
“Did I say you could talk?” you snapped, the smirk on your face in contrast to your sharp tone
“N-no. Sorry…mistress” he responded quickly
“I’ll have to punish you for that” you said, eyes narrowing. At that his eyes widened, and he bit his lower lip, biting back another noise.
You stepped slowly towards him “hands held out in front” you commanded, smiling to yourself as he quickly complied. You stood in front of him, not being able to stop yourself running a hand through his hair. He started turning his head into it, but you quickly removed your hand - “eyes forwards”
His head snapped up “yes mistress. Sorry”
You bent in front of him and wrapped the rope around his wrists, tying each one tightly but leaving a length in between. You made sure the knots were secure but could be undone quickly if needed. “Colour?” you checked
“Green. Definitely green” he replied.
“Good boy” you praised, and tugged on the rope to lift him to his feet “I think we should take this to the bedroom, don’t you?”
“Yes mistress” he complied, following as you pulled him along by the rope.
When you got to the bedroom you led him over to the bed and made him lie on his back, hooking the rope between his hands over the bedpost so he couldn’t move. You made sure the pillows propped his head up and took some of the pressure off his wrists.
“Comfy?”
“Not entirely, but still green. So green” he grinned up at you.
“Good. Going to blindfold you now” you said, picking up one of the silk scarves and moving towards his head.
Dylan pouted “but…wanna see you. You look so good; you have no idea”
“Did I ask for your permission Dylan?” you questioned. He shook his head. “You’re just making this worse for yourself. If you’re a very good boy, I’ll let you see me later. Let’s try that again - I’m going to blindfold you now.”
“Yes mistress” he replied sulkily
“Better. Still think you need to learn your place though – we’ll work on that” you said sharply as you placed the scarf over his eyes and tied it at the back, taking the opportunity to give his hair a swift tug while you did so.
Now Dylan could no longer see you, you stood back and admired the view. He looked delectable, his arms stretched over his head, his pale skin with a flush starting on his chest, his impressive cock half hard between his legs. You wanted to touch him, to lick a path between all his moles and get him moaning. Oh wait, you could totally do that.
You moved onto the bed to straddle him, first kissing a path across his stubbled jawline and rubbing your nose across his cheek before pressing your mouth to his. You licked into him, deepening the kiss and tangling a hand in his hair to tip his head back, exposing the long line of his neck. As you bit gently at the tendon of his shoulder, he bucked his hips up and you felt him fully hard against you.
“No – no moving” you admonished, pushing him down with your hips and being rewarded with a pained moan from Dylan. “And try not to make too much noise or I’ll need to gag you”
At that Dylan made a strangled sound, biting it off before it could fully leave his lips. You shut off any protests by returning your mouth to his and enjoying the feeling of his tongue against yours.
Soon it wasn’t enough, and you started licking down his body, interspersing broad stripes with your tongue with small nips and bites. When you reached his nipples, you let your tongue lave over them, then tweaked them with your fingers causing Dylan to buck his hips again. To stop his movements, you placed both hands on his hips and pushed him into the mattress firmly, turning your attention to his cock.
This was the easy bit – blow jobs always got Dylan worked up. You breathed over his cock, hearing him hold his breath in return. Slowly you licked from the base to the head, collecting the drops of pre cum that had collected and savouring them on your tongue. As you took the head into your mouth and wrapped your hand around the base Dylan started moaning
“Fuck yes, yes baby. So good, so good to me”
“Sssh” you stopped touching him to admonish “no talking”
You returned your attention to your actions, taking him towards the back of your throat and working past your instinctive gag reflex by breathing through your nose. You bobbed your head for a while, enjoying the heaviness of him on your tongue. You reached down with your other hand and cupped his balls loosely. And as you twisted your tongue over the sensitive spot below the head you felt Dylan tense up and his balls tighten.
“Oh god right there yes, so good gonna – gonna” he moaned above you
So, you stopped. You removed yourself completely from him and climbed off the bed. Dylan let out a frustrated huff.
“N-no! Why did you stop?” he pleaded, breathless.
“I told you to be quiet. You’re not being very good. Only good boys get to come” you stated simply.
“I’m sorry mistress. Please, please let me come”
“Nope” you said, emphasising the ‘p’ sound with a pop of your lips “you’ll have to be good first. Now, I think we can put your mouth to better use, don’t you?”
Dylan made a sound that was half pained, half hopeful. A kind of questioning whine. Quickly you removed your bra and panties, leaving you just in your black suede stilettos. You climbed back onto the bed and moved up, so your knees were at his chest. You dug your sharp heels slightly into his sides, just to remind him they were there. Placing a hand on the headboard for leverage, you moved so your core was in front of his face.
“Lick” you instructed “and make it good, you’ve got to make it up to me”
“Yes mistress” he said obediently, already moving his face forwards and feeling you out with his tongue. Quickly he started to lap over your clit, sending electric signals down your spine.
“See” you groaned “you can be a good boy”
He groaned in return, clearly enjoying this. You let go of the headboard and moved higher, placing your hands flat on the wall so you could manoeuvre yourself over his face more. You buried his lips in your core, gasping as his tongue prodded up into your entrance before returning to your clit and moving in small circles. You moved a hand to your breasts, pinching hard at the nipples to increase the feeling. Slowly but surely you felt your release start building from your toes upwards.
“C-colour?” you rasped, worried you might be suffocating him below you
“Green…green…green” came the muffled reply, and it was the vibrations from his words that finally sent you tumbling over the edge, crying out. “Fuck yes. There, there!”. He kept licking you through your orgasm until you felt over sensitive and moved away from him.
You moved back down the bed on slightly shaky knees and looked at Dylan. He looked almost as fucked as you felt, his face slick with your juices and his cock leaking pre cum onto his stomach. The scarf blindfold still sat over his eyes and the blush that had started on his chest now extended to his throat. A light sheen of sweat covered his body as he panted.
“Very good” you praised him “I knew you could be a good boy really. Eating me up so well”
At your words he twisted slightly on the bed, his cock looking harder if that was even possible.
“Do you like that Dylan? Do you like hearing what a good boy you are?” you asked
He seemed to struggle with words for a moment, and then replied his voice cracking “Yes, yes I like that mistress. Want to be a good boy for you”
“Of course you do. Good boys get to come. But not yet, right now I think you should be punished a bit more until you know your place. Then if you’re very good and quiet and don’t move, I’ll ride you until you come” you promised
“Yes mistress” he capitulated quickly
You nodded in satisfaction even though he couldn’t see you and got off the bed to walk to the bedside table. There you picked up the soft black leather flogger – made up of many strips of leather with a handle it resembled a small whip but could be used in a number of different ways.
First you ran it over Dylan’s face letting him smell the leather. Then you moved it downwards, letting the tips fall over the planes of his chest like a brush. The blush on his throat moved up to his face, and you saw him bite off a sound.
“Good, that’s really good Dylan” you said softly, continuing your ministrations with the flogger. You teased it down his chest and the trail of hair there, ending up brushing over his balls and cock softly. At that he couldn’t help it, his hips bucked off the bed desperate to get more contact on his hard leaking length.
“Oh no, what did I say about moving?” you admonished “I can see I’ll have to punish you more harshly. Colour?”
“Green. Still green, goddamn you” he replied
“There’s no call for that” you said and brought the flogger down sharply on his stomach letting the leather snap. He gasped at the feeling but managed not to make any other sound or move.
“I’m going to do that five more times” you stated, “and you’re going to count for me, ok?”
“Y-yes mistress” he said shakily
You moved the flogger down to his inner thighs so he could feel it there, and then snapped it against his pale skin again.
“One” he dutifully counted
The second hit landed on his other thigh, and you alternated back and forth each time. The skin reddened until you knew it was overly sensitive. When he got to a gasped out five, you bent over and sucked right over the reddened skin, leaving a darker mark that would remind him of the feeling for days.
“Well done” you praised “that was excellent. I think you deserve a reward now, don’t you Dylan?”
“Yes mistress. Please, please” he didn’t seem able to get any more words out. His cock looked painfully hard now, and he gasped against the pillows. You decided he’d probably had enough punishment and could be put out of his misery.
You returned to straddle him on the bed. Still soaking wet from before, you easily took his whole length as you lowered yourself onto him in one movement. You felt your walls flex around him and you braced your hands against his chest as you started riding him. Slowly at first, then faster as you heard his breathing quicken. You reached down to circle your clit with your fingers, determined to come before him.
“Hold on Dylan, just be a good boy for a bit longer and don’t come until I say so”
“Please mistress. No more. I c-can’t” he pleaded; his voice wrecked
“You can, I know you can. Hold on” you increased the pressure on your clit and felt yourself tense up. Below you Dylan bit his lip to stop himself crying out as he desperately tried to hold off his own orgasm. As you felt your release wash over you you clenched around him, and you took pity on him
“Ok, go on – come for me Dylan” you whispered into his ear
His hips bucked up into you at that, and you reached up and removed the blindfold. It seemed that the sight of you finally did it, and he came with a scream, his body arching against the wrist restraints. You felt the warmth of his cum filling you up as you rode out the last waves of your own orgasm.
You reached up and quickly untied the knots securing the rope, removing it and examining his wrists for any damage. Luckily there was nothing permanent, and you tossed the rope away, letting him slip out of you and moving to cuddle against his side. You licked a bead of sweat from one of his nipples and he twitched sensitively.
“So” you asked, “will you be waking me up drunk anymore?”
“Baby, if we get to do that again I’ll give up smoking and drinking completely” he growled, voice low “that was incredible”
“That’s the correct answer” you smiled back… “what a very, very good boy you are”
THE END
#dylan o'brien smut#dylan o'brien fanfic#dylan o'brien fanfiction#dylan o'brien x reader#dylan o'brien#dylan obrien x reader smut#dylan obrien smut
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Anyway this is @sapphire-wine fault so blame her.
Detective conan ace attorney au where Edgeworth gets reverted to the body of a child after he followed after two men dressed in black he suspected were a part of a smuggling ring. Gumshoe lost him and when Edgeworth woke up he was like 5 again.
Gumshoe finds him in a pile of his old clothes that he’s MANY sizes too small for now. But Gumshoe can’t afford to take care of him! And he Definitely cant go home. He can’t even reach the door handle! Luckily Mia, Wright and Maya are all at this theme park celebrating Wright’s first case win!
Gumshoe: Hey can you hold onto this for me for a second?
Wright: Huh? Sure?
Gumshoe: *Hands him tiny Edgeworth but in glasses and baby*
Wright: ... *Miles sweating bullets as Phoenix studies him* YOU’RE SO CUTE!
Edgeworth, master of being where the murders are gets Wright and Mia a Lot of work. Edgeworth is trying so hard to track down this smuggling ring and get his body back. Wright laments to... Tails (open to a better/worse fake name for Miles) that the man he studied law to met has suddenly disappeared. Phoenix and Tails share Wright’s bed the first few nights before they buy a second futon. Miles looks at him so sadly. Then Wright starts snoring and he looks less fond.
Miles regularly wakes Phoenix up in the middle of the night with nightmares. Phoenix cuddles him back to bed with all the Dad he will one day master. Talks to Mia about getting Tails into therapy because clearly that kid has seen some shit and is not handling it well.
Miles has to sit through first grade. It is a nightmare of children he does not know how to interact with (just like the first time!) and mind numbing boredom. (Just like last time!) Phoenix gets Many requests from the teachers to ‘just let the kids write his own reports please.’ Phoenix has no idea what they’re talking about.
He’s in a class with uhh Kay, Sebastian, Athena and Cody. They are very impressed by the fact he knows so much about the Steel Samurai and they make him watch the Jammin’ ninja as well. They solve kiddy cases as the Detective Kids. Sometimes these turn into murders/mafia/kidnappings. It’s Fine.
Franziska flies in to see her Father again. (Read: To look for her missing brother that she’s terrified her Father killed.) She is absolutely Brutal in court and Tears Wright and Mia apart. They manage to eke out a second day by the skin of their teeth.
Edgeworth sees her leaving. All rage and pain wrapped up in fury. Scrambles to remember what it was that kid called her that had her preening for Days.
“Hey Ms. Whip Lady!” Oh he was getting hit for that.
The hit never came. “... What is it small child?”
“Would you like to play chess some time with me?”
“... If you would like,” (I am so lonely here) “I suppose I could.” (I just want my brother back) “My little brother loves that game you know?”
“I do.”
Edgeworth sneaking into Lana’s office to find some key evidence about the smuggling ring. Gant Almost finding him. Badd searching for the same group. Shields returning and putting together who Miles is after like 0.5 cases with him and proceeding to almost blow his cover every single time they meet. Edgeworth questioning the system that corrupted him. Badd being Deeply frustrated people keep letting the 5 year old Tails run around the crime scene. (Gumshoe why are you letting this happen?!)
Miles learning that Kay’s father was killed by the smuggling ring to stop the investigation. That Athena’s uncle/brother was framed for murder by them. Realizing that Sebastian’s father is the head of the organization that attempted to have him killed (you thought it was a coincidence we went after you? You sniff around a little too much and Von Karma wasn’t moving fast enough) Cody is- well he’s just a very good boy with a camera and a love of the steel samurai and justice. Miles loves him very much.
Phoenix getting so desperate to just Know if Miles is alive or not that he asks Maya to channel him. (Mia already refused) Maya accidentally pulling Gregory instead and Gregory, lost and confused, comforting Phoenix.
Ema developing a ‘cure’ for his deaged state but unfortunately it only works for a little while. “Phoenix I-” Love you too. He wants to say. But their isn’t time. There is Never enough time.
Them all tearing down the entire smuggling ring and uprooting the deep roots of corruption in their system. The sword raised above the guilty chest of the corrupted and damned ready to plunge it in for one final victory over evil and madness-
When Von Karma kicks the feet out from under him.
And suddenly their whole case is falling apart because their Lead witness is suddenly pleading guilty to his father’s murder and there are so many voices demanding his guilt and so many more asking where Tails went- No one cared about Edgeworth. Edgeworth should just Die. Let him just die boy. Don’t make us force your hand.
Miles curling up that Same Exact way Tails does after an earthquake. Phoenix who was So ready to defend him realizing that Miles has been manipulating him for Months now and leaving the courthouse in a rage. Franziska holding her brother that she’s been looking for so long as his bones Melt back down to youth. A glazed eye boy taking the stand and confessing to his father’s guilt. Mia griting her teeth and not knowing how to proceed.
Von Karma demanding a verdict because It’s rather obvious isn’t it?
Franziska yelling out Objection! Standing against her Father. Shaking and demanding a fair trial for him. Protecting her Little Brother from her Father. From Papa with shaking hands.
(I spent the last months thinking you’d taken him from me once. I’ll not stand by and let you do that to me for Real)
He delaying the trial enough that Wright comes back. Them fighting side by side. The kids yelling out things that Miles taught them. The Ballistic markings Mr. Nick!
Coming together at the last minute to save Miles Edgeworth. Uncovering the truth and exposing the corruption of the system. Miles and Phoenix talking. I wanted to save you. You did.
Edgeworth taking the detective kids out for trips to the museum after its all over. Them being surprised how little their dynamic changes despite the fact he can now drive. He is still an absolute pushover but now he can buy them candy.
Lana and Mia reconnect over this kid they got very attached to (Miles vs Tails) and swapping stories and dragging him mercilessly. Maya dragging Edgeworth in his full adult glory to their (previously established) weekly steel samurai viewing party that Does take place in a mountain of pillows and blankets.
Phoenix sitting up late that first night that Edgeworth went back home and Missing. Missing all the space that was filled by another person. By caring for another person. (Shouldn’t it be a relief? Why am I so empty?) Mindlessly calling Edgeworth who answers because he can’t sleep even though he’s exhausted. (i don’t want to dream and wake up alone.) Come over Edgeworth. Edgeworth sleeping on the futon on the floor and Wright dropping his hand over the edge for Edgeworth to hold. Edgeworth not waking up alone.
Detective Conan au.
#miles edgeworth#phoenix wright#kay faraday#mia fey#maya fey#detective conan au#i'm not totally commited on the kids#maybe kay should be her normal age and we put someone else there. Pearl maybe?#and Kay comes back and gives Edgeworth alcohol to cure his cold and that's why he ages back up-#anyway#thanks SAPPHIRE#long post#writing
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The entire preface written by Peter Bogdanovich of Jerry's autobiography in Italian edition.
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I first met Jerry Lewis on my first trip to Los Angeles in 1961. He was at the height of his career: Paramount’s Golden Boy. At that moment, he was acting and directing The Idol of Women. I was doing a piece for Esquire about Hollywood and, after watching Jerry at work for about an hour, I wrote a funny piece about him, never talking to him, but simply describing what he had done mostly as a director and the jokes he had pulled out in front of the crew. He certainly knew how to make people fall to the ground with laughter. Esquire's editor-in-chief (the legendary Harold Hayes) was so impressed with that one piece about Lewis that he asked me to write an actual profile of it. So I went back to California and spent three weeks with Jerry. The magazine later published what is still the longest profile in Esquire's history (beginning in the 1930s) and titled it: “Mr. Lewis is a Pussy Cat ". Jerry liked it. In fact, Jerry loved that piece more than anything else had ever been written about him and made copies after copies of the article he sent out to everyone. We became friends and remained friends for the next fifty-five years, until his death in 2017.
His generosity was legendary and he saved many lives by offering them protection, food or friendship from time to time. When I showed him my first film, Targets (1968), he lavished three hours of praise and scrutiny of how it was done. Jerry was often like that, very kind and encouraging, and inspiring. He had a company at Paramount, Jerry Lewis Productions; he has produced, directed and starred in numerous films, all of which are successful. One day I asked him if I could see some of the older Paramount movies, which were not accessible at the time. He told me that I could show any available movie I wanted and charge his production company for it. I have been there for several days and mostly had old nitrate films shown, which had to be handled very carefully because they are extremely flammable - they can even explode - but I have reviewed 82 fantastic films by classic directors such as Ernst Lubitsch, Preston Sturges and Josef von Sternberg. "Eighty-two movies!" Jerry finally exclaimed. “You had eighty-two films shown, Peter! Now stop". I thanked him profusely. We have been good friends: as just said, he has always been very kind and generous to me. Once I was really broke and I needed rent money, so I asked him for fifteen thousand dollars and he sent me twenty five thousand! He said, "I was sorry you had to borrow some money, and only fifteen thousand, so I sent you twenty five thousand."
In the 1980s, I was trying to put together a film with Frank Sinatra, Jimmy Stewart, Charles Aznavour, Dean Martin and Jerry. They were to play a group of degenerate Las Vegas gamblers. Dean and Jerry weren't supposed to talk to each other throughout the movie. Which often happened when they were still a couple. Frank Tashlin, who has directed two films of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, told me that in their latest film together, Hollywood or Death! (1956), they never exchanged a single word except on set. So in the new movie we were about to make, they would only talk to each other through other people, like: "Tell them that ..." Well, in the first reel they lose the casino they win back in the last. At that point Dean and Jerry look at each other and, again without exchanging a word, they allow themselves a small friendly smile. Charles Aznavour would sit at the piano and sing, "... Yesterday, when I was young ..." and no one in the room could hold back a tear. Unfortunately, I've never been able to get Jerry in a movie, but every time someone talks about "true friendship," I think of Jerry Lewis.
Peter Bogdanovich
Los Angeles, 1° settembre 2021
@make-a-little-mischief @lilybetts @jerrylevitch
#dedicated to Jerry's stupid haters#jerry lewis#peter bogdanovich#jerry in persona#italian edition#preface#sagoma editore#His generosity was legendary
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This is How You Woo Him
Summary: When they drove the three-and-a-half hours to Hadleyville, Dex could tell Derek was instantly charmed by the small, artsy college town.
“Chill! You said it was a cool little place, but I wasn’t expecting this. I thought it’d be conservative and uptight.”
And when Dex opened the front door of the house, the move to Hadleyville was a foregone conclusion.
Will and Dex inherit a house in Vermont. Their relationship told in glimpses. Takes place in the same universe as Finding Your Way Home. Also on AO3...
The fifth-anniversary gift is wood.
The traditional fifth-anniversary gift is wood, which symbolizes long-lasting strength, wisdom, and forgiveness. It is said that by the 5th year of marriage, the couple has begun to develop strong, deep roots, like that of a tree, preparing them for a long-lasting relationship.
Dex wasn’t quite sure what to do with that information. Wood. As Derek slept soundly next to him, burrowing further into their quilt-filled bed, Dex studied his husband quietly.
They had arrived in Hadleyville three years ago, quite unexpectedly. Dex had inherited his Great-Aunt Lottie’s house. She had no children, and when she passed, Dex was floored to find that she had left her house, in Hadleyville, to Dex.
“Where the hell is Hadleyville?” Derek had asked over breakfast in their tiny Boston apartment.
“Near Burlington. It’s a cool little college town. I spent summers there when I was a kid. A helluva lot of maple syrup and apples,” Dex said as he buttered some toast and handed it to Derek. “But it was nice. Fun. I had some good times there.”
Derek sipped his coffee and grinned.
“Aw, I can picture little ginger Will with a bucket of sap and skinned knees running through a forest.”
“You make me sound like a Von Trapp kid, Nurse.”
Derek and Dex had met in Boston College on the hockey team their freshman year. They didn’t have that immediate connection a lot of D-men have. In fact, they couldn’t stand one another at first. It wasn’t until their sophomore year, when they walked back to their dorms after practice, that it started to pour. As they ran for shelter, jumping over and around puddles, they began to hold hands as Derek pulled Dex under the awning of a nearby shop. They were soaked through and through, shivering, laughing, hands intertwined. And when Dex realized what their hands were doing, his laughter quickly subsided. He pulled it away and was about to apologize when Derek suddenly kissed him. Dex realized that brimming underneath the constant chirping and arguments was something else. Something more.
After graduation, the two decided to stay in Boston and move in together. There was never any doubt—Dex couldn’t remember exactly who asked who, but only that soon they were looking at overpriced apartments in the Leather District.
(“Leave it to you, Nursey, to find a pretentious as hell neighborhood,” Dex had groused even as they moved their couch up two flights of stairs.
“And leave it to you to agree with me and sign the damn rental agreement, dude,” Derek had shot back.)
Derek managed a local coffee shop and worked as a freelance writer, while Dex worked for a contractor. They would stay up late talking about their plans (“A bookstore would be cool.” “I could see that for you.”) They playfully argued, would frequently spend entire weekends in bed, were broke a lot, and Dex had never been happier.
It wasn’t until one night, over Chinese takeout and a Bruins game on TV, that it occurred to Dex exactly how incredibly happy he was. He inhaled deeply as he saw Derek laugh and point at the screen as Zdeno Chara tripped another player. The light from the screen shone on Derek’s face.
“Did you see that? That was mad hilarious!” Derek said. “Can you pass the hot mustard, babe?”
Dex could hardly breathe as he stared at Derek.
“What?” Derek asked eyebrow raised. "We out of hot mustard?"
“Let’s get married,” Dex blurted out.
“What?” Derek repeated, much softer.
“Married?” Dex muttered.
It was then Derek’s turn to stare at Dex. He put his carton of beef broccoli down.
“Are... you serious?” Derek asked.
“Yeah.”
“Will?
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. What do you think?”
Derek’s smile was so great, Dex felt his heart might burst.
"Okay, cool. Yeah," offering up a neutral expression. "Let's get married."
"Well, not with that attitude," Dex chirped. "Forget it."
Derek tried to school his impending smile.
"You can't take it back now. Guess we're stuck with each other."
"Guess so."
The two grinned for the remainder of the game.
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William Poindexter and Derek Nurse were married on a brisk fall morning in a quiet ceremony at city hall.
(Dex blushed, honest-to-goodness blushed when Derek read a section of an Audre Lorde poem as part of his vows.
“‘Touching you, I catch midnight as moon fires set in my throat. I love you flesh into blossom. I made you and take you made into me.’”)
They indulged their families with two receptions. A dinner party at Derek’s moms’ brownstone in Manhattan and an enormous cookout in the Poindexter family backyard. Every time Dex kissed Derek that night, he smelled like vanilla frosting and fire pit smoke.
Sweetness and wood.
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#nurseydex#derek malik nurse#william poindexter#omgcp fic#nurseydex AU#my FF#nurseydex one shot#i cranked this out last night after seeing a little library on my way home from work#also i love this AU so there you go#unbetaed
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Angelic Vision
Claude x Reader
Angelic Vision
“You look like an angel. Have you come to take me to heaven?“ Claude lies on the ground, the back of his hand across his brow.
“No, but when I pull that arrow out of you it’s going to hurt like hell.” You say as you put your knee on his chest and with both hands pull the arrow back out of Claude’s shoulder.
“Yeeowch!” Claude hollers.
You then pour healing magic into his shoulder, feeling the muscles weaving themselves back together. You stand up reaching out your hand for his other hand to help Claude up from the ground.
“Go easy on it. If you reinjure it, go find Marianne because I’m not going to fix it again.” You tell him before running off to the next injured party.
Hilda walks up to stand by the House Leader of the Golden Deer. “Why do the super smart ones always have to be so pissy?”
“Beats me, if they would loosen up or relax a little, they would have a lot more fun.” Claude shrugs.
Mail is delivered and there is a shipment of three boxes for you. Pretty darn heavy boxes. You carry them one at a time from the front gate to your room. Unlocking and opening your door you suddenly find you are not alone. Claude gives a look of shock at the number of books in your room. One entire wall is nothing but books.
“You do know they have a library here.” Claude quips
“It is useless for my research.” You grumble. “The books are old and out of date. They also do not have any ancient texts that may have useful yet forgotten applications.”
Claude is looking at the subjects and titles. “Hey mind if I borrow a few?”
You raise an eyebrow at him. “I’ll think about it. “
You’ve been hanging out with Linhardt a lot lately. He’s supposed to be helping with a project you’re working on.
“When I saw them in the library, they were getting pretty cozy.” Hilda snarkily jests.
Claude decides there is a book that he must have right now from the library. He walks in to see you back to back with a very unconscious Linhardt. You’re trying to support him with your back so he doesn’t fall over completely while you are still reading your book. You look trapped?
“Having fun?” Claude grins.
“Yeah. When Lin’s on empty he just crashes. Since Caspar isn’t here, well, I don’t want him to fall and get hurt. I can’t move him.” You groan
Claude helps you get the sleeping cleric to a couch to catch his z’s.
“Thanks. Squishy magic users don’t quite have the strength for these things.”
“I’d be happy to help you out with anything.” Claude smiles. “Call me and I’ll be there!”
You spend the afternoon gathering plants and mushrooms in the nearby woods for your studies. You’ve been working on creating antitoxins and other cures for poisons. You have several bags tied to your waist with different plants in them. Just as you’re about to reach for a particularly ugly and poisonous mushroom you hear a voice calling out your name.
“Hey! Those are really poisonous. You better watch out!”
“Oh Claude, of course I know they are poisonous. How am I supposed to make a potion to neutralize them if I don’t collect them?” You roll your eyes at him.
“Since when have you been interested in poisons?” He raises an eyebrow at you.
“Since Leonie took that poison arrow last battle. We didn’t have anything to counteract it and she had to suffer for over a week until the poison made it through her system.”
“You’re right. He muses. “Maybe we can work together on them sometime?”
An envelope is sealed and addressed to you. It’s the regular update from your father. Sitting down in the dining hall you groan miserably as you read.
Hilda has to know what is troubling you. “Family feud?”
“Just kill me now.” You whine.
She pats you on the shoulder. “Can’t be that bad, can it?”
“My father. I love him dearly but he meddles so much. He agreed that I could come here to further my learning. But…” You hesitate.
She looks at you, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“He told me I have to find myself a husband, preferably a noble while here. I am extremely busy with class work, spell practice, spell development, antidote, and concoction creation. I hardly have time to sleep. Oh, and don’t forget Byleth’s special projects. The guys want someone fun and outgoing like you. You’re cute and entertaining and I’m a dowdy old bookworm.”
“Awww. I am pretty awesome, that’s true.” Hilda grins. “You just need a fake boyfriend while your father is here. I bet I can find someone to help you.”
“Not Sylvain. I will kill myself.” You frown.
“I gotcha fam. Give me the deets and I will set you up.”
“Thanks Hils I owe ya.” You curtsey to her.
“Sky watch for the next month to start, hmmmm…” She ponders.
Later that evening Hilda corners Claude. “One big fat amazing opportunity has just dropped into your lap, loverboy. You better not mess this up!”
“Do tell…” Claude winks.
Tomorrow is the day your father is to arrive. You find Hilda to see if she has anything set for you. Hilda says she’s got everything under control. You’re shaking in your boots, the only thing going through your mind is that your father is going to drag you out of here kicking and screaming because you don’t have a boyfriend.
The day arrives. Standing next to the gatekeeper you watch as the carriage rolls closer and closer to the front gate. Suddenly an arm slides around your back and a familiar voice speaks, “Shouldn’t we go down and greet your father, my deer?” You look up into the sparkling emerald green eyes of Claude. Blushing terribly, you can only nod as you walk down the steps to greet your father.
Your father rushes to you with both arms open to give you a hug and spin you half way around in a circle. “My baby. It’s been so long. In these few short months I daresay you’ve grown in to a fine woman. So beautiful.” Your fathers’ cheeks are rosy and eyes are filled with love for his only daughter.
“And who is this young man?” He curiously asks.
“My apologies, father.” You are gasping for breath. “This is Claude von Riegan.
Grandson to-”
Your father finishes your statement. “The Duke of the Leister Alliance!”
“And her beau.” Claude announces proudly, first bowing to your father then taking your hand and intertwines your fingers before placing a gentle kiss onto your knuckles. Your face flushes redder than a summer tomato.
Claude continues to hold your hand as he escorts the both of you to your room. The future Duke and your father are already excitedly discussing Leister business, trade and the safety of trade routes.
“I will leave you to your visit. I’ll be back in time to take you both for a grand lunch in town just across the way.” Claude smiles as he bows to your father and kisses your hand again before he leaves, his cape swishing as he turns.
You open your door to find a small table with a pitcher of ice cold water and lemons as well as two glasses and a small stack of cakes. A beautiful bouquet of daisies and roses accompanies them. Two comfortable and decorative chairs are alongside of the table. You swear you recall those chairs were in Seteth’s office not too long ago.
“Please take a seat, father.” You pour him some of the deliciously refreshing chilled water. “Tell me about your trip.” Trying to keep him focused on what has been going on at home. Every time he tries to ask about your relationship with Claude, you ask about your brothers or your aunt, anything to steer the conversation away from you. An opportune knock on the door disrupts your fathers latest attempt to discuss your relationship with the grandson of Duke Riegan.
“My apologies, we do have a reservation for lunch in town.” Claude bows deeply to the both of you. As you leave your room, Claude swiftly takes your hand. You smile nervously at him. This man is a master of deception.
Claude manages the conversation with entertaining stories of Byleth and the Golden Deer. He makes certain to include some accounts of your healing accomplishments, swearing that none of the deer would be here without your amazing abilities. You spend the entire time blushing or begging Claude to stop praising you, but he keeps going, his smile wider and wider.
At the restaurant, the waitress brings you to the table and Claude attends your chair for you. The waitress comments that it is always lovely to see you two lovebirds in here again. Does Claude have the entire town in on this? Geeez. Claude orders lunch for the both of you, as if he has done this a hundred times.
Lunch is anxious yet enjoyable. You are on the edge of your seat at all times. Claude explains how you met through the Golden Deer. You’re both supportive and loyal to the class. You found common interests in seeking cures for poisons and are very supportive of each other in battle, that you fell for his charm and good looks and that he is incredibly impressed by your intelligence and knowledge. Nothing he says is a lie, except that you two aren’t really together.
The waitress asks about dessert. Your father declines, Claude tells her the usual and your eyes get big. He squeezes your hand that he has clasped in his on the table and gives you a wink.
A small cake with two forks is placed between you. Claude quickly takes a fork and holds a piece of cake in front of your lips. You glance at him and your father. Feeding you? That’s pretty intimate. Claude smiles wider as you open slowly while he feeds you a bit of cake. You look into his eyes and tell him it is wonderful.
He cuts off another bit and takes a bite. “Delicious.” Is that an indirect kiss?
Your father is grinning at you as the cake is finished. You slightly roll your eyes with embarrassment and that fact that you can’t believe Claude is doing this.
The men argue a minute over who will pay the tab, Claude graciously thanking your father for a delightful lunch as your father foots the bill. Your father commenting that this has been the best and most entertaining lunch he has had in a long time makes you blush harder.
The conversation is quieter as everyone his happily full walking back to the monastery. Claude happily swings your hands back and forth together as you walk. Your father asks what things you will be doing soon. Claude advises they have a mission at the end of the month, and also the two of you have a date this Saturday just before sunset.
As you head back to the grounds, your father’s carriage is ready to go. Saying your goodbyes, your father gives you a long hug and whispers “Don’t let this one go, he’s a great catch.” He steps back and gives you one long admiring look.
He shakes Claude’s hand warmly, asking him to watch out for his baby girl.
“I’ll do everything in my power to protect her, sir. You can count on that.” Claude gives him one of his classic winks.
Standing at the gate, holding hands, you both wave as your father’s carriage rolls out of sight.
Claude holds his hands out to you, “A kiss for your boyfriend?” he says as he closes his eyes and puckers his lips. You laugh as you lightly slap his shoulder.
“I cannot believe you pulled this off! I thought for sure I’d be riding back with him, but you actually had him eating out of your hand!”. You laugh as you walk away. “Maybe you should see about getting into acting or the opera. I don’t think Dorothea could have pulled off a performance like that.”
You get back to your room and thankfully Seteth’s chairs are missing. The pitcher of water is still there and the flowers. You didn’t notice before, but there was a card with them.
Every day is heaven with you, my angel ~Claude.
P.S. You keep the date on Saturday at sunset.
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Curiosity - Passage of time [ Day 30 - escape] by Anonymous
Rated Explicit Mature 18+
clothes kink, major size kink, voice kink, karl has part lycan in him, scent-marking, tits, Karl's new roommate tries to escape.
warning: don’t know German but using google instead, sorry.
Day 30 - Escape
"Foreigners seem to have broke in your factory." said mother Miranda. I scoff at this siting back with legs spread out, puffed a cigar. A faint echo of panic went through me. But I had a lie ready to recited. Believe in the lie. It’s been a month since that happened and now she discovers it. "Why haven't you alerted me of these people?"
"Cause it’s very easy. They all dead! They f*cken died the day they broke into my factory." I barked, waving around my cigar in my left hand. "I would think super size bi^ch would have said something after i left their bodies outside her door,"
"Only 1 out of the 5 you gave me was good." said super size bi^ch.
"Oh? No thank you for me?" I sneered back, leaning forward.
"I thought there were 6?" muttered fish freak.
"You'll can't have all the fun! I wanted fun. So I used the last one before she met her end to Sturm." I gloat as i sit back, blew smoke before saying "She screamed wonderfully."
"Ugg you horrible disgusting man thing." She screeched. I rolled my eyes as i puffed my cigar. As if she wasn't taking in maidens in to do live experiments and have them bleed dry for her wine. At least when i do experiments they are dead subjects. Device on me, made a noise. Motherf*cker. The meeting didn't end until 20 minutes later.
female p.o.v.
After managing to pick the lock, I started for the elevator before studying the map of the factory. I went for the stairs that went down. I ran into some rooms, some had medical tables. having no idea where i was even if i had a map with me. I get lost easily. If i find more stairs i get out of here right?
The factory was noisy and the temperature was getting hot humid. An Hour later i was still going through random halls. 30 minutes later i’m falling into a pit full of metal scraps. I climbed through the wreckage before finding a ladder high up. I had to jump to the first bar before pulling up and walked along the metal beam. To find a landing with a machine with a level on it. I pushed it down. Nothing happened. Darn. Must not be enough energy.
I found another walk beam that connects to main flooring. 20 minutes later i was in end of hallway before I looked down to see a bars blocking a tunnel that could be moved. After pulling i finally get it to move before crawling through the cobwebs tunnel. I hear static as if from out of tune radio as i pulled myself out. Ending up in a narrowed hall.
"Oh Buttercup, you better not be escaping. I will find you." Oh no i thought he was gone for the day. As i crept toward other end of hall, go through another room, to see one his creation to be laying on table behind cage fence. I couldn't get through. "Best to turn yourself in and no one gets hurt"
Maybe i could break down the cage fence. Or go back into the tunnel. a snicker was heard. "You're lost again, buttercup?"
I went back through the tunnel before going down a hallway. Crap, didn't i go through here before? I’m back in the rooms where medical tables at again, second guessing myself. I open 1 door to see the walls littered with various sharp knives and saws before closing it. "You going in circles, darling. You're lost! admit it!"
"Shut up" I muttered as I started to try any door to get away. A booming laugh echo though the speakers. I took too many turns and find myself falling falling down until hitting cold water.
I gasped & cough after resurfacing. It was dark where I’m at. I find stable ground to pull myself out of the water and looked up to see how far I fallen. pretty dam* far apparently. Looks like I’m at rock bottom. I didn’t hear boss over the speakers. Maybe the speakers don’t reach down here? walked some steps away before remembering i did have my phone on me. turning on the flashlight feature - i moved it around to see where i was. Seems like these metals were abandon and i could see a old motorbike connected to a tank wheels, but didn’t seem to be finished yet. I moved around some more before accidentally bump into a metal contraption. Stepping back and walking around it i could make out that the metal contraption was a metal horse. Now that is neat and pretty. if only boss makes something like this instead of using dead bodies.
I turn around the humongous room before pausing to see shoes. for a second i thought it was my boss. but noticing that the shoes look old, ripped, and way bigger than his, and hearing a animal growl got my heart in my throat. Moving the light up up up to barely see a hairy man with the wildest mane of a lion that been fried from the snow. I gulped and started backing up. I barely make out the sharp fangs, canines, the ripped clothes and the blood splatter on him and the gigantic hammer he was holding only shown slightly when reflected from the light cause the flashlight can only go so far. The dude looks to be 13 ft tall. I met my first lycan.
The lycan picked me up in one hand, looked back to see the floor getting further further away, as i turn back to be inspected by the lycan. i raised my arms to cover my face. hearing the loud sniffing sounds filled my ears before we were interrupted by a voice.
“Now now Urias, don’t eat her.” said my boss, his voice dripping like hot caramel, as lights began to flicker on. I see the lycan clearer and more terrifying, see metal scraps floating around the room and see. . . my boss - using the metal scraps to walk down to us like a escalator. I glanced at the lycan as if to say ‘You seeing what i’m seeing?’. the lycan gave the an unimpressed look. Boss landed on the ground, walking towards us, talking lower, his eyebrows raised up slightly. “Give her to me Urias. Now.”
There seem to be a warning in the way he spoke that line. If i had looked around I would noticed something was aiming at the lycan. but was too busy looking at the teeth on the guy. they were smeared with blood. The lycan didn’t want to for some odd reason. I’m cold from the water being held up 12-13 feet in the air by a lycan and I’m tired, and my shock is almost over so i could scream anytime. I covered my face again as the lycan went near to sniff at me again before feeling something run up my face quickly, warm wet. . . . did the lycan just licked me?? Feeling i was being lowered before boss snatch me back, shoving me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. was it me or did he sighed in relief? nah my tired mind just playing tricks on me. “Thank you Urias. Go back to your den.”
He turned away to walk somewhere. I push on his back to glanced back at the large lycan, he was still standing there and the hammer was huge, dripping with blood against the floor. sh*t maybe boss was worried about the lycan eating me.
I was back at square one in the cell as boss threw me onto the old mattress. Leaning over me, his hand grip my face, him furious.
"You’re dam* lucky that Urias didn’t see you as wolf chow, Buttercup.” He hissed at me. His forearm was hot against my wet cloths. “Otherwise I be mopping up your remains of your bones if it wasn’t.”
A metal chain cuff clicked my ankle. He pulled me right up against him my body leaving the bed slightly. “How the F*ck did you get out?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, giving him the look of ‘I ain’t telling you.’. Next thing i know i was, thrown over his thighs - his thighs against my stomach and felt a hard smack on my backside. D-did he just spank me?? once the shock of him spanking me I start to yell and struggling but he wasn’t budging. He was yelling in German.
Heisenberg. p.o.v.
The bi*ch brought this on onto herself. i thought as I laid a harsh hand against her cloth backside. “Du undankbare Schlampe, du hättest getötet werden können von Urias. Oh, jetzt bist du wütend? naja ich bin es auch. Hör auf herumzuschlagen, Scheiße.”
Finally i get to see my new roommate mad. she was drench from her trip in the water channel, wetting my clothes in result of it. Her cloths sticking to her like second skin leaving nothing to my imagination. view of her nipples perked through her thin layer of tank top and my button up shirt dripping with excess water onto the cell floor. I pulled her back by her hair to drag her up to see if she’ll tell me. she shook her head. Darling i could do this all day. I felt myself stiffen. Her cries and angry shouts means nothing.
Knowing where she was roughly when she fell, still didn’t stop my heart skip in panic. Arriving to sight of her in the hands of a12 ft lycan in the air, water glistening on her skin, her collarbone, neck, face, her tits tightening due to the cold, practically begging to be touch, and seeing Urias taking an interest in her was enough for me to start sweating. Of course she runs into the tallest lycan there is.
Her shocked face was barely make out with Urias hand snaked around her middle easily. F*ck even I was getting nervous. Urias licking her was a heart-stopping - almost had me shoot a rod between the bunny and the giant wolf. as he lowered the lass back to me, gave me huge relief she was back to me unharmed. her wet body bumping against my back, shoulders and chest as i stomped back to the cell was torture. I was brought to present as her finally breaking, sobbing over my lap. I felt myself twitch.
“How the F*CK did you get out?” I growled, my hand cupping her under her chin to raise her up. I feel burn of her skin, my forearm brush against her tits briefly, making my cock jump in interests.
“Bobby pin.” she hiccuped, trying not to cry in front of me. I glanced down toward the door of the cell, and sure enough see a non-metal bobby pin on the ground.
I shoved her off my lap, her hitting to cold cell floor, another chain attached to her other leg, her cold body shaking. I nudge her so she lay on her back, and pressed my shoe lightly onto the side of her stomach. She looked up at me in daze confused as she glanced at my shoe worriedly, her body displayed for me. before I removed my foot.
“Better get comfortable Buttercup” I said, as I stood, walked out of the cell. “You going to be here for a while.”
Closed the cell, after obtaining the bobby pin and walked out of the room, ignoring her yapping, I have business to take care of.
translation:
You ungrateful bi*tch, you could have been killed by Urias. oh now you're angry? well so am I. Quit thrashing around, f*ck
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