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what’s a specific thing that really bothered you in tlou 2 ?
oh boy i could write a whole essay about all the things that bothered me but i'll try to keep it short
spoilers for the game ahead so if you don't wanna know now is the time to stop reading.
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i think the most obvious one would be joel's death but when it comes down to it, there are so many things that are even worse (can you imagine?) it wouldn't even make the top five. what really gets me is the fact that the writing is just. bad.
and not only bad but it completely negates EVERYTHING part 1 was about, everything that you learned about the characters and why you grew to love them, everything the game explored regarding morality and human nature, and what you're willing to do for the people you love.
it's so damn inconsistent with who is allowed to do what, who gets punished for which wrongdoings and who doesn't, who is allowed to walk away and live and who isn't. neil destroyed the joel and ellie they built in part 2 just to get off on abby's story and i mean that quite literally.
there is exactly one sex and nudity scene in the whole game and you can make one guess who it involves and who you see tits-out. i'll wait for an explanation that actually makes sense that isn't "it's neil's fantasy", cause that's exactly what it is.
#alex answers asks#alex plays tlou#also the pacing is horrible#plus the fact that they expect you to play as abby while rubbing in the fact that she tortured joel like ????#how tf are you supposed to like her when seattle day 1 with her is nothing but look i killed joel guess who i killed yes joel#fucked up fr#also the boat scene#bro fucking disgusting and unexpected#idk what to tell you it's something and literally NO OTHER CUTSCENE is like that#it is THE ONLY ONE
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Welcome to the Frat, Bro!
Felix closed his locker, ready to hit the showers. He couldn't wait to thoroughly scrub the sweat and stink of his brutal workout off his chiseled body, especially his ripe pits. Nothing disgusted Felix more than the stench of body odor. Turning around, he was surprised to find someone's worn-out black cap on the locker room bench, considering it wasn't there a minute ago. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was embroidered with an obnoxious green weed symbol, offending his highbrow taste. His nose was then abruptly assaulted by an overpowering scent of weed, cheap deodorant, and masculine musk, clearly coming from the hat. It unquestionably belonged to one of the gym's many frat bros, who utterly annoyed him.
The smell was vile but strangely gave his cock a pleasant twitch. Even though it was entirely unlike him, he was compelled by the unexpected twinge of sexual pleasure to pick it up and sniff it. The scent was revolting, yet at the same time, it made him feel surprisingly turned on. He couldn't help but drop his towel and start playing with his hardening cock, taking deep sniffs. He didn't understand why he enjoyed doing something so out of character; it was as if he was suddenly possessed.
"Fuck. This smells so fuckin good, bro." Felix moaned, muffled by the hat. He was shocked at how casually that came from his mouth. It was as if he abruptly lost all sense of self. He wanted to stop but couldn't. He needed more. "Fuck, bro." His brain felt fuzzy, taking in such an overpowering scent up close, but he couldn't stop. He desperately needed more. "Fuck yeah, bro!" His cock was hard as a rock, dripping pre like crazy. He stroked faster, slinging pre all over the floor. "Fuck. My donger's so fuckin hard, bro!" He couldn't believe how dumb he sounded, but it felt so fucking good. It got harder to think straight with each deep sniff, but it didn't stop him. Nothing could stop him. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro." He felt so brainless, unable to not talk like a stoned frat bro. He always hated weed and those who partook, but he could go for a fatty right now.
Suddenly, Felix heard the sound of low-pitched humming. It took a second in his slow state, but he eventually realized the sound was coming from the embroidered weed symbol on the cap. He squinted at it, utterly confused. "What the fuck, bro?" The weed symbol then started to glow bright green, transfixing him. He stood there slack-jawed, mindlessly staring into the radiant green glow as the low-pitched humming got louder. The sound was hypnotic, making him feel like whatever was left of his brain was melting into his balls. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro." The weed symbol then abruptly flashed into his eyes, blinding him. "Fuck!!!" He looked around, squinting in pain. Everything looked green, like his eyes had a heavy green filter over them. "What the fuck, bro?!" Then, instantly, the pain was replaced with pure euphoria. His head felt magnificently empty, and his balls felt full. He simply stood there smiling like an idiot, forming drool. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro."
Utterly mindless, Felix placed the douchey frat bro cap on his head, sealing his fate. The hat then suctioned itself to him, making him laugh like a dumbass. "Fuuuuuuckkkk yeaaaahhh, bro." It started to vibrate, making his whole body shake. His eyes rolled back in pleasure like he could cum any moment. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro." The vibrating kicked up in speed, making his throbbing cock twitch. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro!!" Instantly, his quivering cock shot out ropes of hot sticky cum all over the locker room floor, hands-free. "Fuuuuuuckkkk yeaaaahhh, bro!! Holy fuck!!"
There was a brief moment of silent afterglow, broken by the opening of the locker room door. Felix, now dumb as a brick, didn't think to quickly cover his large cum splodge on the floor and instead just stood there like a proud dumbass. One of the gym's many idiotic frat bros came around the corner of lockers, smiling at the sight of Felix's cap. "So that's where my hat wandered off to! It seems to have taken a liking to ya, bro!" He then looked down at all the cum on the floor, amazed. "Fuck, bro! Looks like my frats just found its newest member!" He walked up to Felix and took his cap back. He placed it on his head and threw his sweaty arm around Felix's shoulder, getting his sweaty pit reek all over him. "So, ya gonna shower before we go, bro?"
"You know the stink makes the man, bro!" Felix cockily grinned. He then flexed his arm and gave his ripe pit a deep sniff. "Fuuuuuuckkkk yeaaaahhh, bro!" The two chuckled like dumbasses and walked off, leaving the sticky remains of Felix's old self on the locker room floor.
#transformation#male tf story#tf story#male transformation#personality change#personality change tf story
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~ ROTXO X FEM! SULLY READER ~ (MODERN AU)
Unexpected
synopsis: You and your siblings are invited to a party with Ao'nung. You had expected a calm evening at his house, without Rotxo. Turns out it wasn't anything like that and you have to face your crush sooner or later.
warnings: flirting, alcohol, mild mentions of sex, jealousy aged up to 21
SFW | 4.5k words
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How great. You had totally forgotten that it was friday and Ao'nung had invited you and your siblings over to party with him. Until Lo'ak had stormed into your room to tell you to get inside the car, you were totally unaware that this party would take place tonight. You heard your older siblings car honk in the parking lot as Lo'ak told you that they've been waiting in the vehicle for 15 minutes.
You checked the time on your phone. 08:42 pm
two missed calls from: skxawng bro
3 minutes ago
new message from: big bro
'u coming? We're in the car waiting for you'
Fuck.
A quick look in the mirror followed.
Beige plaid flannel pajama pants and a brown hoodie, unbrushed hair in a messy bun, that was definetly not the perfect fit for a party. But it was just Ao'nungs house, right?
"There's no time to change, we're already late! Hurry up girl, Tsireya already asked where we're at!"
"Have you seen me?!" you barked at him, quickly grabbing your most important belongings.
"You promised me you'd come with me! If you let me down now I'll tell mom and dad about the exam you fucked up last week!"
You only growled at him before slipping out of bed and letting him drag you downstairs. He barely left you any time to get into some shoes as he urged you outside and into the car. Neteyam started the vehicle as soon as he caught sight of you in the back mirror.
"Yo bro, you got the address?"
Lo'ak asked his brother once he got in and clipped the buckle of his passenger seatbelt. Neteyam tipped around on his the display of his built in navigation system, furrowing his brows.
"Yeah, it's only a few miles but I don't think I've ever been there before..." A cold shower ran down your spine.
"Wait. We're not going going to Ao'nung house?" You tried fixing your hair, checking yourself in your front camera of your phone. Neteyam shook his head. Wonderful.
"So we're going to this unknown destination and I look like shit. Why am I even coming with you..." you questioned, not expecting an answer.
"We'll just have a fun night, okay? Lo'ak, I'd appreciate if you and Ao'nung wouldn't fight this once." Neteyam said, steering the car with one hand while checking the upcoming redlight.
"We're friends bro, it just makes me wanna puke to see how he touches you, especially in public- ugh!" Lo'ak shook his head in disgust, to which Neteyam only blushed.
"Oh shut up, don't make me start talking about you and Tsireya. Your staring makes me uncomfortable too, baby bro."
Lo'ak, definetly feeling offended by this, tried to draw the topic away from himself, instead of that he brought you into the conversation. "Well, at least I talk to the person I like, other than y/n."
You gasped, feeling your cheeks flushing at his comment right away. "H-hey, what's that supposed to mean?!"
"Oh come on, you know who I'm talking about~" your brother cooed, Neteyam grinned to himself silently. Your blushed cheeks only deepened in color as you caught his expression in the mirror.
You decided to stay quiet as well, there was nothing you could say to your defense anyways. These feelings you held for Rotxo were undeniable. He was just the cutest, most caring metkayina you had ever met. This boy had owned your heart for some time already. The way he would look out for his friends was most adorable. It probably would be an unsolved mystery to you why he and - out of all people - Ao'nung got along so well. They were like salt and pepper, moonlight and sunshine. Yet they had been the closest friends since childhood. It truly made you wonder.
You stayed silent until the arrival. When Neteyam pulled up to the parking lot you could only stare at the building of the club, jaw dropped.
It wasn't just any towns club as it seemed. Instead, Lo'ak and you gasped at the sight of the bougie looking, black building. The music could already be heard from outside, loud booming basses causing your ears to twitch.
"Is this the right address?" you finally asked. Neteyam explained that Ao'nungs father had some connections and therefore knew the owner of this club.
Great.
The three of you got out of the parked car soon and walked towards the long entrance line. Again you looked down on yourself, nibbling on your bottom lip in nervousness. "They'll never let me get in there, guys..."
Neteyam patted your shoulder, giving you a reassuring look.
"If Ao'nung says 'don't worry-"
"Then I'm especially worried." Lo'ak finished, before your older brother corrected him with a scolding look.
"Then there's no reason to worry."
You didn't even bother getting your ID out, pretty certain that they wouldn't let you in either way.
After some time, you were finally next in line. The bouncers checked the three of you up and down, trying to swallow their laughs.
"You're most definitely not getting in there like that, young lady." One of them huffed, lowering their sunglasses a bit to muster you once again.
"We're invited to the lounge." Neteyam spoke calmly, but the two men only crossed their arms in front of their buff chest, letting out a hearty laughter.
"In your dreams maybe, boy."
Neteyam's face got a bit more serious as they started laughing and he copied their pose.
"We're guests of Ao'nung. I don't think his parents would like to hear about this occurrence."
They immediately froze in their laughter, then checked the digital list again. Your eldest brother leaned over their little tablet and pointed out your names. You too peaked over to the screen, feeling a cold shower slowly run down your shovering spine.
Rotxo status: present, arrived at 08:28pm
The very first name on the list. After that followed Tsireya, then Neteyam, Lo'ak, you and also Kiri. She had decided to stay at home and study. Oh how much you wished you could swap places with her right now.
You punched Lo'aks upper arm rather unpleasantly, and he exactly knew why.
"I thought he isn't here tonight?!" you hissed in anger, "You said he wouldn't come?!"
Your brother rubbed his arm in pain before your brothers showed their ID's.
"I'm sorry okay? I didn't want you to leave me alone with Ao'nung and Neteyam!"
"You know I can hear you?" Your oldest brother growled, getting his wristband as well as Lo'ak.
"You'll be fine. Let's get in and find them."
Your heartbeat quickened just at the thought of meeting Rotxo tonight. Especially since you looked like you just woke up and this club was worth more money than you'd possibly ever make.
"I'll get myself an uber and go back ho-" Just then you got interrupted by a loud, familiar voice. Ao'nungs head appeared from behind the bouncers, giving them a quick nod and pulling the three of you in with a loud, happy cheer.
"My favourite guests, finally! Eywa, took you long enough! Did Lo'ak drive?" Ao'nung chuckled, pecking Neteyam on his cheek before his blue eyes fell upon you. He checked you up and down, starting to laugh in disbelief.
"I invited you to party with me, not for a sleepover!" You simply sighed, eyes rolling back slightly.
"But hey, whatever. Let's go guys, let me show you around, just follow me."
Not only Ao'nung noticed your eyecatching wardrobe. Some people who passed you turned back to you, pointed at you, laughed at you.
How fucking embarrassing.
Part of the tour of course included the fancy bar close to the lounge. Your eyes shot wide open at the sight, and you quickly decided to climb onto a bar stool, clawing at the surface of the bar.
"I'll stay right here. You go have fun!" Your voice fought against the loud music as you leant closer towards the three men, then over the surface towards the bar table. Ao'nung simply shrugged and pulled a tab card out of his pockets, handing it to you.
"All drinks are on me of course, but don't go too crazy or my father will kill me!" He gave you a warning look before his expression softened again and he lead the two other Sully's into a more calm area. You could spot your brothers and Ao'nung from back there, sitting down on the expensive furniture next to two other figures. It didn't take you long to identify them as Rotxo and Tsireya in the neon light.
The smaller man looked into your direction after a quick talk to his best friend, his eyes started searching for you desperately. For a second, you met his gaze. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy at the mere sight, causing you to turn back around with a heated face, calling out for the bartender as soon as he was free. You needed something strong, and preferably a lot of it.
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A few drinks for confidence later you looked back to your group, just as you noticed Ao'nung pushing himself through the crowd, only to lean against the bar next to you. By his look alone you could tell that he was definitely up to something. This smug grin was nothing new.
"You're not enjoying yourself?" he almost yelled so you could hear him despite the loud music.
"Come sit with us, y/n! We'd love to have you around!"
You pursed your lips, looking back at the group. Lo'ak and Tsireya made their way to the dance floor and you knew your brother way too good. By his walk alone you could tell he was already tipsy as he chased his girlfriend through the dancing people. Rotxo and Neteyam were currently talking on a couch, but that didn't keep the smaller metkayina from looking up to you with a shy smile. That alone caused your heart to throb in your ribcage.
"I don't know..." you mumbled, but Ao'nung could read it from your lips.
"Come, I'm sure it will be fun! And I think Rotxo could use some company too, huh?" Your eyes lit up at his words instantly, but you could only stare at the empty glass your hands clenched around. Ao'nung was indeed spoiled, but definitely not stupid or blind. He knew why you hesitated.
As you slowly turned to the man besides you, he took the empty glass from your tight grip and shoved it away. "I'm sure he'd be happy to have you around!" he reassured loudly before he gently dragged you towards their corner. Eywa, it was humiliating to pass all these people in your outfit. Some of them you knew from college or high school, others from Ao'nungs circle of friends. What had you gotten yourself into? You assumed to be drinking at his house, without so many people, without so much pressure, without Rotxo. But here you were.
As soon as you dropped yourself next to Neteyam you tried to hide from Rotxos eyes behind the rather broad figure of your brother. By eywa, your heart was about to burst just at the sight of him.
Ao'nung noticed immediately and asked Neteyam to get a drink with him. In shock you froze, wanting to keep Neteyam here for a while longer, but he excused himself for a minute. And now you were there, with Rotxo and a few people you barely know.
He greeted you with a sweet smile, waving at you. Of course he too was wondering about your wardrobe. Yet he found it rather cute, but confusing. You pulled your knees closer, trying to hide in that oversized hoodie of yours.
He scooted closer to you, but you could only look to the ground in embarrassment. "I didn't know you'd come today?" he asked, which made you purse your lips, not knowing what do say. It wasn't the first time he was talking to you, not at all. You had known him since your freshman year and instantly set your eyes on him. You were simply not prepared to look at him right now. Not after Ao'nung had figured out you liked Rotxo and 'accidentally' dropped it in the group chat.
Oh how much you'd give to just disappear, even more as all of a sudden a wonderful, pretty girl just dropped down next to him with a wide, confident smile. Unlike you, she was well dressed in a tight dress which left nothing to the imagination. You could tell she had spent hours getting ready, smelling her strong perfume from across the leather couch. Rotxos face twisted immediately.
"Hey gorgeous, you don't mind if I sit here, do you?" she asked loudly, getting really touchy really fast.
"Actually I'm talking-" Rotxo couldn't nearly finish before her high pitched voice interfered. "Your friend Ao'nung told me that you're single so I thought we could get to know each other? I'm Iliya!"
Iliya. Eywa, you already hated her. But you had to admit, she probably didn't even need that full face of makeup to look that good. You could only clench your teeth, averting your gaze in jealousy as soon as she placed a hand on his shoulder, the other resting on his thigh. Rotxo leaned back to look past her, shooting an annoyed and fed up gaze at his best friend.
"Ao'nung says a lot, especially when there's alcohol involved." Rotxo simply stated, then he reached out to his virgin strawberry colada that stood on the glass table in front of the couch. Not like he was thirsty- he actually just wanted to get her hands away. But as soon as he sat back up again, her hands landed on his body once more.
He wasn't really experienced in talking to women. Most females he knew drooled over Ao'nung. Why not after all? He was tall, had gorgeous long hair, was built like a god, his charm was unmatched. On top of that, he had a lot of money and influence, thanks to his father mostly. But still, Ao'nung was everything Rotxo wasn't. It was hard for him to believe that anyone would ever see him as long as he'd stand in Ao'nungs shadow. If anyone ever was interested in being close to him it was for his best friend mostly. But as Ao'nung had sent this one message into the group chat, he nearly bursted oit of excitement. He liked you too.
"Hey, why don't we play a game, huh? If you guess my age correctly I'll give you a free kiss! And if you like it, i don't know... We could go somewhere more private?"
This fucking Iliya-bitch.
She made your blood boil so easily.
You had seen enough. Without a word you stormed outside to the nearby balcony, unable to watch this girl hitting on the boy you liked any longer. It was frustrating, really. If only Rotxo would notice you and see you as more than just the sister of his best friend's boyfriend.
Yet you doubted that he'd ever take you seriously again after that group chat situation. You remembered the message just too well, word for word.
'I don't understand why y/n doesn't talk to Rotxo if she' s crushing on him lmao'
Apparently that message was meant for Neteyam only. Neteyam only my ass, you thought. Ao'nung knew exactly what he was doing.
The breeze in your face immediately cooled your hot head. Fuck, why did you even come here?
"Great, what a fucking night..." you groaned, gripping into your messy hair.
"Can i join you here?" A gentle voice asked from behind, making you turn instantly. There he stood, Rotxo. Alone.
You only hummed in response, uncertain if you wanted to be alone or not.
He stretched his arm out to you, holding his drink into your direction.
He wanted to share his drink with you? Not that you would mind, but the thought of an indirect kiss did make your heart flutter somehow.
"Thanks..." you mumbled before Taking a quick sip from his straw. The taste of cold cream and strawberry melted on the lightly numb tongue of yours which the alcohol had caused. You quickly swallowed giving Rotxo a tight lipped smile afterwards.
Rotxo watched the lights of the city in the distance. It was a pretty sight to him, but by far not as pretty as the sea. Or as you.
"What was that..." the metkayina shook his head in disbelief.
"You mean... that girl?"
"Yeah" he huffed, eyes combing through the horizon.
You frowned. "Sounded like she was very interested in you..."
He didn't fail to miss the sound of disappointment in your voice and hope sparked in him. Maybe Ao'nung was right about what he had said in the group chat? Soon his phone started buzzing, so he decided to take a look.
new message from: Ao
'why did you send her away man? Not your taste? ;)'
two new messages from: unknown
'hiii'
'that big metkayina hottie gave me your number. Wanna meet me at the bar in 5?'
"Seriously?" Rotxo cursed, deleting the message from the unknown number after blocking them.
reply to: Ao
'dude, stop it please. It's not funny. you know I like y/n...'
He waited for a few seconds after that and he instantly got a reply.
new message from: Ao
'just tryna make her jealous and confess since you ain't doing it bro'
Rotxo furrowed his brows reading his message. 'Because that's the way to do it...' he thought. He decided to turn his phone off instead. Ao'nung could be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Soon Rotxo put the phone back into his pocket, taking a sip from his drink.
His eyes mustered you up and down, yet not in a judging way at all.
It surely didn't go unnoticed by you, so you quickly spoke up before he could say anything first.
"Don't ask, okay? I didn't know we'd go here."
His eyes lit up as you excused yourself for how you looked.
"N-no, I wasn't gonna say anything against it. Actually... I think you look good in this. It may not be suited for this location but it's way better than these girls in their dresses that really show off everything."
You instantly felt your cheeks heating up at his compliment.
"You think so?"
"Of course! You look quite adorable." he admitted, tugging gently on your oversized hoodie. It made you giggle, heart exploding from this small gesture. As much as you wanted to enjoy this moment, it felt weird since he had probably read the messages in the group chat concerning you. He hadn't said anything but he had been online ever since. Well, it was now or never to find out.
You cleared your throat as quetly as possible."I'm glad you're not like Ao'nung. He can be happy to have such a good friend like you."
A friend. Was that the way he saw you too?
"Thanks, huh..." he mumbled. Your eyes met for a second and your heart skipped a beat. For some time, both of you only stood in silence.
"So..." he finally broke the silence again, "you're not looking for some summer fling or something like that, right?" You quickly shook your head, huffing shyly. "No. That's nothing for me..."
"Good, me neither." Wow, that answer came quicker than he wanted to. He blinked a few times, wishing he'd be able to keep himself more calm. Your phone kept buzzing in your pockets so you decided to take a look.
new message from: fish lips
'justmake the fucck out'
You shot a daring gaze over Rotxos shoulder, seeing a tipsy Ao'nung watching the two of you from the other side of the glass door. He pointed at you and Rotxo with a wide grin, making the most unholy and obscene gestures. How the fuck did he even bag your brother, seriously?
Ao'nung paused for a moment to send you another message.
'isyou gettin layed tonight??"
Rotxo turned to see his best friend continuing to mimic to him and you. Your teeth bit down onto your lower lip. Yeah, there was no way you could have a serious conversation with Rotxo like that. Fuck, it made you uncomfortable. The floor beneath your feet would do you the greatest favour by opening up and devouring you completely.
"I think I'm actually gonna call an uber..." you mumbled, tipping around on your phone screen.
"You're going home?" There was indeed a touch of disappointment in Rotxos voice but he could understand your choice just too well. This was getting ridiculous.
"Then I'll drive you home."
In no time your eyes met again.
Oh, how much he lost himself in yours.
"No need, really. I'm calling Kiri or dad to pick me up or something."
"I didn't drink, y/n. It's no big deal, I'll gladly do it if that means you're getting home safely."
His reassuring words left you considering.
"You have a car? I didn't even know?"
Rotxo grabbed into his pockets, revealing a matte black Benz key.
"It's Ao'nungs car, not mine. But I take it all the time, I'm sure he doesn't mind."
You hesitated for a moment. This would only work like oil to the fire of the rumors concerning the two of you, but in the end you gave in. Mentally preparing yourself for the stupid looks, you made your way back in with slow footsteps. Rotxo followed, keeping an eye on anyone that might bump into you.
By now, Ao'nung and Neteyam sat on the couch again. The metkayina had pulled your brother onto his lap, spreading a few sloppy kisses along his neck.
You cringed and pursed your lips awaiting the bad jokes as their eyes lifted up and fell upon the two of you.
"I'll be back in a bit, I'll just drive y/n home." Rotxo explained, keeping you close to him. Ao'nung nodded with a proud grin, but his best friend only waved it off.
"I'll drink to that! Finally losing your v-card!" Ao'nung slurred, Neteyam shook his head. You pulled your sleeves over your hands and turned away slightly, unable to look at anyone after that comment. Neteyam turned to his boyfriend and gave him a scolding look. Rotxo was a good guy who wouldn't even think about anything like that. But instead of starting another argument, Rotxo decided to ignore his best friend's comment.
"Imma take your car, just so you know. I trust you're in safe hands with Neteyam?"
"I trust y/n is in safe hands with you?" his best friend countered, his drunk smirk only widening. "If you need anything, there's condoms, lube and some other stuff in the glove compartment! But don't get my seats messy!" Rotxo only facepalmed, his visage twisted in disgust.
"I'm not interested, Ao'nung. You should know that. I'll turn my phone back on. If there's anything, Neteyam can text me." He growled as the two of you got ready to leave. Rotxo ensured that he'd be back in a bit after bringing you home safely, then come back to play the designated driver for Ao'nung, Neteyam, Lo'ak and Tsireya as soon as they were done having their fun.
Once he had guided you out of the club, he led you towards his best friend's car. He just wanted to get away from here. This entire evening, apart from talking to you, was nothing but a torture to both of you. Rotxo would've preferred anything with you. A movie night, cooking together or even studying with you. Anything that would not include anyone mocking him or you for your feelings. Just him and you. That sounded a lot more enjoyable.
You thanked him as he opened the passenger door for you, letting you hop inside and closing the door carefully. Before he got in, one of your hands slipped under the hook of the glove department. Curiosity killed the cat they say, but Ao'nung didn't lie. You instantly regretted looking as you quickly shut the door again, hoping Rotxo hadn't seen. Again you wondered how the hell your brother had found interest in him, but with that new information engraved into your brain, you didn't actually want to think about that anymore.
"You need the address?" you asked once he got in, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He leaned his head against it with a loud exhale, relieved he had gotten out of the club alive. He had sworn he'd die as Ao'nung had told him that you were coming too.
"I've dropped your brothers off some times already, I know the way. Listen y/n, uhm... I don't know what to say exactly, but I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable with that whole situation tonight..."
Your breath hitched at his sudden words. For a moment there was only silence, though you could hear your heart pounding loud and clearly.
Then you decided to speak up about it.
"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize-"
"Yes I do. I should've talked to you about this earlier. I, uh..."
How fucking embarrassing that he brought this up now, but he had to talk this through once.
He managed to overcome himself, finally.
"I... I like you."
Did he really just say that?
Just like that?
You felt your heart pounding in your chest. Your lungs burned from holding your breath in shock. But the surprise was most pleasant. Luckily it was already late at night so he couldn't see how madly you blushed and vice versa. His face felt as if it was on fire, up to his ears. His grip around the steering wheel tightened, yet his words made you more confident.
There was no point in hiding your wide smile as you searched for his eyes, gently placing a hand on his knee. At first he jumped, unsure if that touch was intended, but how could it not be? His eyes landed on yours before one of his hands layed to rest on yours. "I like you too, Rotxo."
It wasn't a huge surprise to him, but it still felt wonderful to hear it from you personally.
He smiled brightly, taking your hand from his thigh only to lift it up to his face, placing the most lovely, soft kiss you could ever imagine onto your knuckles.
A warm feeling was spreading throughout your entire stomach as his lips gently pressed against your hand.
A loud growl from your stomach came up all of a sudden. You hadn't eaten anything all evening. With pursed lips you turned your head away, embarrassed by the noises your empty belly gave off.
Rotxo huffed silently before his lips kissed your knuckles once again.
"Let's get some food before I'll get you home, okay? Let's let the others wait."
As hungry as you were you contemplated. "You know if we take only a minute longer than needed there will be even more rumors..."
Rotxo shook his head, he didn't care about that. "Doesn't matter to me as long as it doesn't matter to you."
You too shook your head quickly and he placed your hand back on his thigh. "It doesn't. Food sounds great." Then he inserted the keys and started the car with a bright smile.
"So, burgers or pizza? You choose."
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Steppy’s thoughts on Drive To Survive Season 5:
Please take into account that some of the things might not be corresponding to the actual episode, but I forget things so bare with me 💀 also I’ll try to make this as short as I can because I talk too much 😭
- The way Guenther and Gene got rid of Mazepin… they were waiting for that 💀
- Mazepin getting called “Mazapan” 😭
- The way Guenther and Gene spoke about Mick was just not it. You can be mad that your driver isn’t performing the way you want him to in a shitty car, but human decency shoukd always come first. Fuck them. Fuck Haas and fuck everyone except Kevin. Fuck Nico just in case.
Episode 2: Mercedes principal Toto Wolff works to combat the team's unexpected struggles, while Lewis Hamilton navigates a bumpy ride in the team's redesigned car.
- BUMPY RIDE LMFAO
- Horny telling Toto to change his fucking car? My favorite moment of this whole season.
- Toto really went all psycho on them because they didn’t want to help him 😭 like bro, if everyone else but you was able to somehow fix their proposing issues, that’s your problem only.
- When he tried to use the “safety” speech and Mattia wasn’t having it? Hilarious. Mattia lowkey said “your team’s safety is not my problem”.
- Whenever George opened his mouth: 😐
Episode 3: Ferrari drivers and decision-makers feel the pressure of high expectations at a star-studded new event in Miami and a game-changing race at Silverstone.
- Whenever Charles spoke I felt a pain in my heart. I’m a Max fan and all, but I like Charles and I feel that his team failed him miserably. He deserves better so I hope Ferrari doesn’t fuck him up again. I don’t want him to win but yeah 😭
- I forgot about the Monaco “stay out, stay out”, if I was Charles I would’ve yelled at them. I don’t care.
Episode 4: Crashes and costs mount for Haas as driver Mick Schumacher fights to live up to his father's racing legacy and proves his worth to the team.
- When I tell you I cried almost the whole episode I’m not even joking.
- Y’all know how much I love and adore Mick, and you know that I’ve said that his performance wasn’t the best, but the way the team treated him? That’s fucking disgusting. How do you expect someone to be motivated when all you do is break him down? The fact that Kevin was the only person who believed in him is so sad and tells us all we need to know about Haas as a team.
- Guenther’s comments were just not it. I don’t care if you wanted him out, but no one deserves to be treated this way.
- When Max started talking about him I BAWLED my eyes out, and when they showed baby Max with Michael, tears kept falling and they didn’t stop. Plus he gave me baby fever LMAO.
- Max can’t even leave me alone on an episode that’s not about him.
- When Mick said his last name is a blessing and not a curse like many said? He said fuck you in every single language possible.
- Love Mick. Fuck Haas.
Episode 5: Otmar Szafnauer's efforts to overhaul Alpine bear fruit, until a new round of driver musical chairs throws his plans for the future into question.
Episode 6: Daniel Ricciardo's future starts to look uncertain when McLaren team managers set their sights on new talent, while Alpine weighs the best way forward.
- THESE TWO EPISODES 😮
- Fucking Nando making me laugh the whole thing. Man couldn’t give less of a fuck.
- The DRAMA was insane, and Bear became my new favorite DTS member.
- I feel like Mclaren is a good opportunity for Oscar but I totally understand Otmar being pissed. They spent 4M on the guy for him to just zayn like that.
- Pierre being chosen over Daniel by Alpine wasn’t because they think he was better but because he was most affordable. Daniel might not be delivering as expected but man is expensive af.
Episode 7: As the Red Bull team pushes to build on its lead against Ferrari, all eyes are on Sergio "Checo" Pérez during a dramatic Monaco Grand Prix.
- Dramatic Monaco Grand Prix? More like Ferrari being Ferrari and fucking up another Grand Prix.
- Checo reacting the same way I did when Seb decided to be funny.
- My theory about Carlos ALWAYS being on the podium whenever something crazy happens was proven right AGAIN.
- Checo saying his family is the most important thing and talking about his wife after cheating on her 💀 + the damage control made with scenes from their wedding, funny af. No one will forget it, but good try Checo.
- Max talking about the pressure of being a Red Bull driver when he’s the pressure 😭
Episode 8: When Pierre Gasly announces he's leaving Alpha Tauri, Yuki Tsunoda faces losing a teammate and a friend.
- Yuki farting next to Pierre at any chance he got 😭
- You know I’m not Pierre’s biggest fan but the way he talked about Yuki made my heart melt. You can see he actually cares about him. After all, he did say he was like a little brother to him.
- Yuki saying that he’s not a rookie anymore and that he’s ready to lead the team 👀 I hope he does though, I’d love to see that and I’d love to see him prove us all wrong.
- Nyck saying he’s going to bring maturity to the sport and me wheezing because I FUCKING FORGOT HE’S ALMOST 30 😭
- Yuki almost crying when Pierre was giving him a motivational talk.
Episode 9: With both championships within reach, Red Bull's team faces incendiary accusations that they've cheated by violating a league-wide spending cap.
- “We didn’t cheat” - Horny.
- “Turns out we exceeded the limit” - Horny, 5 seconds later.
- Toto going one by one trying to stir shit up and the only one who ended up doing something about it was Zak.
- Mattia going all “it wasn’t me” on Horny and gaslighting him into thinking that if he thought he did something was because he was guilty.
- Max saying that those things basically don’t concern him. King behavior.
- Zak laughing about his letter but then going silent and pissed when Max won again and Red Bull became champions 😭
- Helmut going “okay” when Horny told him to go and get the trophy.
- Fucking Jos ignoring Miss Racist in Austin 💀
- Max saying the team deserves it and then hugging the team 🥹
Episode 10: The 2022 season hurtles toward a conclusion in Abu Dhabi, where Ferrari fights to hold off Mercedes and McLaren hopes for a miracle to overtake Alpine.
- Not much to say here.
- Mercedes being Mercedes. I felt bad for Lewis though.
- Turns out I was half asleep when I watched Abu Dhabi because I didn’t remember shit from that race.
- Fucking Alonso saying bye again and saying he’s happy to leave 😭
- Seb saying he doesn’t know what it feels like to be away from the sport. Cried again.
- Daniel’s little tribute 🥹😭 I’m going to miss that idiot so so much.
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That was basically it. I hope you enjoyed this masterpiece ❤️
#f1#formula 1#drive to survive#dts#max verstappen#charles leclerc#mick schumacher#daniel ricciardo#sebastian vettel#Fernando Alonso#Carlos sainz#Checo Pérez#lewis hamilton#steppy thoughts
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Prank wars || Tom holland
Pairing: BoyfriendTom
Summary: The Holland brothers go behind Toms back to prank his girlfriend, Y/N (you). They be horrible to her all day when she comes over to the Holland house. This makes her want to leave and when Tom and y/n find out it's a prank they tell the boys that they had just started a prank war.
Harry's POV
"Okay we're gonna prank y/n and Tom today. Well mostly y/n. Let's be horrible to her all day and see how she and Tom react" I say to my brothers.
The plan was really simple and I wanted to prank them. Y/N has been Toms girlfriend for over a year now and I thought of this amazing idea to prank her as we never have.
"I don't wanna prank y/n she's nice" Paddy says.
"Harry will give you £20 If you do this. Just be horrible! Like when she comes in say her outfit is not nice and don't even hug her" Sam said to his brother.
"Okay there gonna be here any minute"
Y/N POV
"I missed your family" I smile at my boyfriend, Tom.
"They've missed you as well. I'm so happy your back" He had one hand on my leg and the other on the wheel.
I am an actress and have been away for about 2 months filming my new movie. Me and Tom had watched the new movie about a couple of weeks ago, when I returned. He was so proud of me and he loved the movie.
After about a fifteen minute drive we finally arrived at the Holland house. Tom parked his car in the drive way and then got out to open the door for me.
What a gentlemen :)
"Thanks babe" I grab his hand.
"No problem princess" he pecks my lips, the nickname still giving me butterflies and taking away my nervousness. Even though I have met Toms family before, I still get nervous about going to see them.
We knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it. “Stop being nervous darling, we have done this many times” Tom smiled squeezing my hand. Harry then opened the door and lets us both walk in.
"Hi Tom" Harry says, giving him a bro hug whilst I close the door shut.
"Hi Harry how are you?" I smile taking my shoes off, I went to give him a side hug but he moved away.
He ignores my question, instead saying "Anyways, Tom. Mum and Dad will be here soon" he starts to walk away, I look at Tom confused and he just shrugs smiling once again.
"Harry. Don't be so rude y/n just asked a question" Tom chuckles thinking Harry didn't hear me. However Harry didn’t seem to bothered that he ignored my question, he just pulls out his phone.
"Okay?" he shrugs walking away with his mobile in his hands.
"Did I do something?" I asked Tom worryingly, still holding his hands. The holland brothers were always kind to me, they were the sweetest boys ever so it was really strange for Harry to act like that as we do have a good bond.
"No, no. Maybe Harry's having a bad day"
We walked into the living room where Sam and Paddy were. "Hey guys" Tom sits on the sofa and I sit next to him. Both the boys say a small 'hi' back. They were both on the PS4, very distracted. Sam then looked at Paddy raising his eye brows a little, but I didn’t take much notice to it.
Paddy then turned to look at me "y/n your outfit is ugly" he said with a disgusted look. All I was wearing was blue jeans with a crop top and one of Toms zipper hoodies.
"Paddy! What the fuck!" Tom shouts at his brother clearly thinking how unexpected this was for the boys to be so rude.
"I-It's okay Tommy" I put my hand on his leg. "It's not my best outfit anyways" I fake chuckle, but Tom could see straight through me.
"He's not wrong though Tom. y/n overall is looking ugly today. I mean she could've at least put some more makeup on" Sam said.
I mean he wasn't wrong, I could've wore some more makeup today. I only had mascara and some lip gloss on, as Tom said he preferred me without makeup. Normally I wear more makeup and look more presentable for his family, he just insisted to wear a chilled outfit as I look beautiful anyways and his family wouldn’t care. However I must’ve been very wrong.
"I-I'm j-just gonna go bathroom" I stood up, quickly walking out the room.
Toms POV
"y/n your outfit is ugly" Paddy said. All she was wearing was jeans with a crop top and one of my zipper hoodies how is that ugly?
"Paddy! What the fuck!" I shout at my brother. How could he say that!
"I-It's okay Tommy" she put her hand on my leg. "It's not my best outfit anyways" she fake chuckles, however I knew she was lying.
"He's not wrong though Tom. y/n overall is looking ugly today. I mean she could've at least put some more makeup on" Sam said agreeing with Paddy.
Y/N is the most beautiful, Pretty, sexy, hottest girl in the world. I can't even put into words how beautiful she is. My brothers are just so rude today, She looked amazing. I was the one who said to wear a chilled outfit as she looks beautiful in anything, I just wanted her to be comfortable.
"I-I'm j-just gonna go bathroom" she stood up, quickly walking out the room.
"What the fuck guys. What's your problem! Y/N hasn't done anything to you all. You haven't seen her in ages and this is how you treat her" I shout at my brothers, they had a look on there face that they didn’t really care.
What’s gotten into them!
"What's going on?" A voice was heard behind me, it was my mum.
"Well all of these pricks are being horrible to y/n. First of all Harry ignored her when she asked how he is and moved away from her when she tried to hug him. Paddy said her outfit was ugly then Sam agreed saying that overall she's ugly today and that she could've put on more makeup. Now y/n went to the bathroom probably upset by these Dickheads" I storm out of the room to go find out where y/n was.
Y/N POV
I walked into the bathroom while trying to hold back my tears that were trying to fall down my face. After I had calmed down, I sorted out my face by touching up my makeup or adding more. Whilst I was putting more makeup on, I heard a knock on the door.
"Darling, can I come in?" I heard Toms soft voice say. "Y-Yeah" he then opens the door locking it behind him, turning to me.
"I'm so sorry baby. I don't know why there being so rude, your not ugly today your beautiful. And your outfit is so cute! Here stop doing this" he takes my makeup out of my hand, placing it back into my makeup bag.
Then I spoke up, "I just feel like I've done something wrong. And I love your brothers so much but it seems like they hate me right now" I look up at him.
"You've done nothing wrong bubs. My parents are here anyways so they will talk to them" He gets a wipe and wipes all my makeup off my face.
"You don't need this. Your beautiful with and without it. But I prefer you without it" he kisses my lips.
"Your so cute" I hug him.
"Let's go back out there. If they say anything else I'll kill them" Tom grabs my hand unlocking the bathroom door and we both walk out.
Once we walked out Nikki saw me and started to walk over, "Hello darling how are you?" Nikki pulls me into a hug.
"I'm good thanks how are you?" I hug her back.
"Im good, Happy that your here now. The boys would like to apologise as well" She said. "Oh they don't have to-"
"No what they said wasn't true and was rude. Sam, Harry, Paddy what do you have to say" Nikki looks at the boys.
"Sorry y/n" they all say and I just smile at them, hoping that everything will stop now.
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It had been a couple of hours since me and Tom had arrived at the Holland house. Right now I'm sitting on the kitchen floor playing with Tessa, when Harry came in the room.
"Tessa I missed you baby" I say whilst stroking her head, her tongue sticking out a little.
"She didn't miss you" Harry mutters but I heard him clearly.
"Oh I'm sure she did Tessa loves me" I stand up smiling at the joke he made. It was a joke right?
"Tessa finds you annoying like we do" Paddy walks into the room. "Wait you all think I'm annoying?" I ask panic rising in my body.
"Yeah all of us do. And I'm pretty sure Tom does as well, I don't know how he can have a girlfriend like you. Your just annoying and now you've been here we don't spend any time with our brother" Sam also walks into the kitchen joining in with the boys. Wow. That hurt.
I awkwardly stand there not knowing what to do. "O-oh. I didn't know you all felt that way. I'm sorry. I've just been Toms girlfriend for over a year now and before you didn't say this to me."
"Yeah well the truth is finally out. We don't really like you to be honest y/n" Paddy said quiet harshly.
I knew I shouldn't take what they say to heart. But there Toms brothers and If they didn't like me or accept me as their older brothers girlfriend, then me and Tom wouldn't work. As his family will need to at least accept it right? Them saying that really did hurt though, I thought they liked me but clearly I was wrong.
"o-okay. Well I'm sorry for everything" I fake smile then walked out the room quickly. I went up the stairs into Toms room, he was sitting on his bed on his phone.
"Hey baby" he smiles at me turning his phone off.
"I-I think I'm gonna go back to my apartment" I say.
(Btw you and Tom don't live together)
"why? I thought you was gonna stay the night with me and my family" he sits up and pulls me down to sit on his lap.
"You need to spend quality time with your brothers Tommy. They miss you" I play with his hoodie strings.
"My brothers see me all the time. Baby, I'm so confused. Are you okay? Did they say something again?" he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
"N-no they didn't. I just have to go, sorry. I’ll text you later." I peck his lips with a tear rolling down my cheek, which he 100% saw. I was then walking out the door quickly before he said anything. Then walking down the stairs to the front door, putting my shoes on.
"Darling, y/n please tell me what's wrong" Tom walked down the stairs to me.
"Nothings wrong Tommy, I just wanna go home" I put my coat on.
"Where's she going" Harry asks. “To my apartment so you can spend time with your brother” I shrug my shoulders trying not to show that i’m hurt.
"Harry what did you say!" Tom raises his voice.
"Tom it doesn't matter, I'll call you later bye-" my voice cracks as I open the door.
Harry cuts me off, "no,no y/n don't leave. It was a prank I swear" Then Paddy and Sam run in the room, "Yeah it was just a prank we're sorry we wanted to see how you and Tom would react" Sam says.
Tom starts clapping his hands, “well done very funny pranks you twats”
"I'm so sorry y/n. Your not ugly your beautiful and we love you" the 13 year old boy, Paddy hugged me.
"What's wrong with you guys" Tom said. "Your all idiots. You made me cry and want to leave" I wipe a tear that fell.
"I swear I wasn't even involved in that. Dickheads" Tom hugs me protectively.
"You boys have just started a prank war" I glare at them all.
"Shit" they all say.
this is bad…
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland fic#imagine#like#oneshot#hollandaccount#holland brothers#harry holland#sam holland#paddy holland#nikki holland#tessa#pranks#funny
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The Doom Generation (1995)
Sometimes a narrative takes the term ‘story arc’ very literally. Amy and Jordan’s sudden and unexpected outlaw run is almost a perfect parabola, beginning in a nightclub called Hell and finishing in a uniquely American inferno. Gregg Araki attaches a disclaimer to his film at the outset, calling it ‘A Heterosexual Film’, but anything other than a very literal interpretation of the movie indicates this is a lie. Jordan and Amy have been together a long time as lovers—at least a few months—with Amy as headstrong and driven and Jordan just plain smitten, happy to be along for the ride. His puppy love is challenged as Xavier (just ‘X’; that name is too long to pronounce) crashes their ride and inserts himself into their lives. Crass and baudy at outset, he immediately gets on Amy’s bad side, though Jordan can’t help but defend him. Initially, their dynamic could play off as a lazy “no homo” gag: hanging out at the motel, the pair of young men are arranged in a will-they-won’t-they-kiss setup which is interrupted by that most bro-y of bodily movements, the belch. Jordan hastily retreats to mess around with his girlfriend in the tub while X looks on. Heteronormative order restored. Quickly enough, though, the dynamic is reversed with Jordan looking on in a mixture of jealousy and lust as he sees X being intimate with Amy. X begins to open up the sexuality of their ménage à trois, creating an environment for Jordan to explore his sexuality: is he jealous of X, or of Amy? Is she his lover or just the person who understands him the best? Who does he want? What does he want? The culminating threesome in many contexts could be a hollow or even chauvinist gesture: these two men want to fuck, but they’re using this woman as a shield to protect their own preconceived sexuality and masculinity. Yet there’s something about this moment, raunchy and yet intimate, which suggests the beginning of something new and honest. Amy gets her pleasure, but promptly and preemptively exits, leaving a black void between the two men who are gently bathed in firelight. Awkward words are exchanged, but will speech turn to action? Unfortunately, that’s where the rest of the movie comes crashing in.
This is, of course, a crime caper, and a damn fun one at that. This America in the mid-90s was an apocalyptic one, replete with billboards and placards assuring that the end is nigh. Every convenience store is armed to the teeth, and even a random drive-through exchange could end in gunfire. This trio leave behind them a trail of bodies and dismembered corpses as a result of their altercations with “normal America,” which becomes ever more cynical as implications set in. White news anchors speculate wildly about a murder scene involving a Vietnamese-American family (the husband given the intentionally inflammatory South Park tier name Nguyen Coc Suc). The religious fanaticism and conservatism implied by all of the doomsday posters is mocked by X, who has Jesus tattooed on his penis so partners can feel Him inside them. The burgeoning sexual freedom of this trio is such a threat that the FBI agents pursuing them are encouraged to kill if need be. It’s funny and it’s madcap. Severed limbs move long after they’ve left their respective bodies. American fast food fanaticism is mocked by Carnoburger’s disgusting menu and insane naming conventions. The thrupple end up at the most delightfully faggy Texas Roadhouse style establishment where EVERYONE has a wig and plastic six-pack rings hang from the ceiling like beaded curtains. Parker Posey makes a delightful cameo, not even bothering to hide her natural hairline under her wig as she delivers a master-class in the dramatic mid-sentence pause (shoutout also to Margaret Cho!). A national treasure. But all of this is ripped away in the final moments of the film. In almost any other movie, this wouldn’t work. The jerks from the record shop perform heinous acts, intermingling symbols of Americana with fascist hatred. It’s strobelit and jarring and shocking and upsetting, and all the better for it, in a subversive way. All of the rage over homophobic suppression of queer self-expression and health as the AIDS crisis raged unabated which is present in the periphery of the film, in its implication, bubbles to the surface in a final, nihilistic explosion. A heterosexual movie indeed.
THE RULES
PICK ONE
Select either FUCK or FUCKING and sip every time someone says that version of the word.
SIP
Someone lights a cigarette.
Someone fires a shotgun.
A dude recognizes Amy.
BIG DRINK
Jordan does his puppy-dog eyes thing.
An instance of 666 in some form.
#drinking games#the doom generation#gregg araki#james duval#rose mcgowan#johnathon schaech#crime#drama#romance#queer cinema#a heterosexual film lol#teenage apocalypse trilogy
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SO AMERICAN! — PG10
summary: you find someone who loves you for who you are.
pairing: singer!reader x pierre gasly, exes singer!reader x charles leclerc
fc: gracie abrams
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notes: for my pooks @renarots <3
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f1news: Charles Leclerc seen with mystery woman weeks after confirming his break up with singer (Y/N) (L/N)
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user1: THEY JUST BROKE UP WHAT THE FUCK
user2: okay but the way we see him with the new girl more than we saw him with (Y/N)...
↳ user3: FR i don't even think she ever attended a gp
↳ user5: charles never attended any of her concerts either 😭 and she sings for a living
user4: they broke up WEEKS ago and he's already moving on 🤨
user5: if charles has no haters then I'm dead
user6: really embodying his team's colors
↳ user7: 🚩
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yourusername: good riddance
new music coming soon <3
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user1: OH MY GOD NEW MUSIC???
↳ user7: if only it wasn't at the expense of her happiness
user2: oh this is gonna put the girlies to tears
user3: SHE LOOKS SO SAD 😞
user4: fuck charles, honestly
user5: why is pierre here???
↳ user6: bro is everywhere at this point 😭
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yourusername: it's been a hard couple of months, but i'm officially announcing my new ep, good riddance!
special thanks to everyone who helped me get to where i am now, and thank you charles_leclerc for being inspiration :)
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user1: OH SHE SLAYED
user2: ALL MY HOMIES HATE CHARLES
user3: mentioned him and everything
user4: pierre supporting his best friend's ex-gf publically bashing him?
↳ user5: (Y/N) and Pierre weren't just friends just because she was dating Charles
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pierregasly: i listened to it first 😎
↳ yourusername: you gave me inspiration for a lot of the lyrics 😭
↳ user7: PIERRE GASLY HAVING WRITING CREDITS TO SOME OF HER SONGS IS SO ICONIC
user6: pierre publically supporting one of his good friend's ex-girlfriend is unexpected
user8: we should've known that he was a red flag when he said she was "so american" with a disgusted face 🙄🙄 breaking up with her over text just confirmed it
↳ user9: wait when did he do that?
↳ user8: it was a long time ago during one of her lives on instagram, she read out a comment and laughed really loud and charles said that. she was quiet for the rest of the live
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f1news: Singer (Y/N) (L/N) kissing Pierre Gasly and publically supporting him at his Garage. Sources say that they've only started dating, with Gasly willing to wait for (L/N) after a tumultuous relationship with best friend and fellow F1 Driver, Charles Leclerc. It is unclear whether or not the two drivers are still friends.
comments
user1: HELLO??? (Y/N) AND PIERRE?
user2: not f1news hard launching for them 😭
↳ user3: they didn't even get to soft launch on their own pages
user4: (Y/N)'S FIRST GP!!!
↳ user5: AND IT ONLY TOOK A COUPLE YEARS AND A BREAKUP!
user6: wait but pierre waiting for (Y/N) to be ready to date again is so cute 🫶😭
user7: i just know charles is sending pierre texts
user8: they look so cute together though
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yourusername: well, i did have a whole plan to soft launch pierre but that just went out the window. but it gives me an excuse to be able to post my hot and sexy french boyfriend that (keyword: MY)
ps: i just released a new song about him :) it's called so american
comments
user1: (Y/N) (L/N) THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE. GIVING US THOSE PICTURES OF PIERRE FOR FREE?
↳ yourusername: i couldn't just live my life knowing that there are pictures of pierre that haven't been seen, especially when he's shirtless or working out 🫡
user2: (Y/N) JUST CASUALLY MENTIONING THAT SHE RELEASED A LOVE SONG ABOUT PIERRE?
↳ yourusername: that wasn't the central point of the post, hence the ps. it was more of a "if you guys have the time to" type of thing
↳ user3: (Y/N) prioritizing posting her hot bf over promoting her song. respect.
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pierregasly: to whoever revealed our relationship, thank you, because (Y/N)'s plan was going to last months and i wanted to tell people she was my girlfriend the minute she said yes.
the first picture was us celebrating her releasing good riddance and the second are polaroids of her during our dates and her performances.
i love you amor.
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yourusername: and he says i'm so american
oh, god, i'm gonna marry him
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#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 fanfic#pierre gasly x reader#pierre gasly fic#pierre gasly imagine#pg10#f1 social media au#f1 smau
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Depth into my Digital circus Oc , Randy
I have a Digital Circus original character named Randy that's a action figure of a really famous 16 year old afrolatino cartoon character from an 80s children's show franchise. Randy Flamingstone is known for being as cool as Ice, calm , confident, determined, humorous, charming, and cunning
But Randy can also tend to be as dumb as a rock, he's a huge adrenaline junkie, competitive, pompous , obnoxious, stubborn , and also may have a few screws lose.
Other then that Randy tends to have a vocabulary that consist of bro, bruh, brah, Broski, dude, duddette , rad, radical, home skillet, gnarly, eat my shorts , homegirl/boy/buddy, and the list goes on.
He also has also has a sentient race car with eyes that conveys the emotions that Randy feels.
Sense he has many toy copies of himself and because of it he has identity issues and is extremely insecure another few reasons he has identity issues is also because he's the digital counter part/ branded toy counter part of someone named Tobias Ryus Morales
And both has trauma related to only being known for their image, Randy only being known for being the famous "magical" race car driver with a talking race car friend named Buddy and Tobias only being known for the kid that's the child of cartoonist, Nova Jane Morales (the creator of the Randy Flamingstone cartoon and franchise)!!!!
If my original character was canon in the amazing Digital Circus how do you think he'll effect the plotline and overall story
Randy's character would bring a whirlwind of complexity and depth to the Digital Circus! His dual nature—cool yet flawed—offers a rich opportunity for character development and interactions.
His struggles with identity and insecurity could resonate with the overarching themes of reality and perception within the circus.
His sentient race car companion adds another layer, potentially serving as a mirror to Randy's emotions and vulnerabilities. Their relationship could explore themes of companionship, dependency, and mutual support.
Randy's backstory, coupled with his identity issues and trauma, could weave into the larger narrative, shedding light on the consequences of being typecast or defined solely by one's image. His presence might challenge the status quo within the circus, prompting other characters to reevaluate their own identities and roles.
His arrival could inject both chaos and growth into the storyline, forging unexpected alliances and catalyzing personal journeys for various characters. How do you envision Randy's entry altering the dynamics and relationships within the digital world
Relationships-
Randy's relationship with Caine is
Nothing much to think about him, all Randy sees is just an extremely intimidating ringmaster, Randy would usually stay on Caine's goodside
Randy is completely fine with Bubble and sees him as cool but there are some times he sees Bubbles as strange and disgusting
Just like what Jax does to everyone else he's also a complete dick to Randy too and because of it Jax makes him completely fucking heated to the point him and Jax but heads a lot
Randy and Ragatha have a son and mother type of relationship with each other, to the point that Randy is actually really emotionally attached to her, her personality feels familiar to him but he can't think about who it reminds him of because of the memories he has lost
As for Pomni she first arrived, his personality was still shown but he made sure not to be as over the top as he usually is so he didn't end overwhelming her more then she already is and gave her an explanation and heads up for some things that happen at the digital circus
So they're neutral with each other, but there's some care and respect in that relationship
Randy and Kauphmo's relationship is Neutral and so is his relationship with Kinger, Zooble, and Gangle
Randy's relationships within the Digital Circus add intriguing layers to the dynamics! His cautious approach towards Caine reflects his recognition of the ringmaster's authority, seeking to stay on good terms due to Caine's intimidating presence.
His mixed feelings towards Bubble indicate a complex perception—admiration mingled with moments of discomfort. The tension with Jax fuels conflict, showcasing their clash in personalities.
Randy's strong emotional connection with Ragatha, despite his memory loss, paints a touching picture of their bond. His reserved behavior around Pomni demonstrates his consideration for others' feelings and an effort not to overwhelm her.
Neutral ties with Kaufmo, Kinger, Zooble, and Gangle imply a level of detachment or lack of significant interactions, leaving room for potential developments or surprises in their relationships as the story progresses.
Upon first meeting Figaro, one of my ocs (Randy being the second to arrive after him ,waaaaaay back) ,Figaro was one of the first circus residents (other than Caine and Ragatha) to show him around. Their relationship being a slow burn that gradually but slowly went from friends, to best friends, to crushes, than to boyfriends (they're both around the same age, look at my pinned post)
These relationships, from tension to affection, contribute to the depth and complexity of interactions within the Digital Circus. How do you envision these dynamics evolving as the story unfolds?
Those developments in Randy's relationships would add depth and growth to his character arc in the Digital Circus!
Growing more comfortable with Caine and Bubble could signify Randy's evolving understanding and acceptance of their personalities, potentially leading to unexpected alliances or mutual respect.
A dedicated episode centered around Jax and Randy could serve as a pivotal moment, highlighting their journey towards understanding and perhaps forming a unique bond. Jax taking on an older brother role would add a compelling layer to their dynamic.
Randy's inclination to help Pomni and others find a way out despite his own uncertainties showcases his bravery and sense of responsibility, driving the narrative towards possible solutions and creating a strong sense of purpose for him within the circus.
Gradually building relationships with Kinger, Zooble, and Gangle indicates a gradual integration into the circus community, fostering new dynamics and potential alliances.
Ragatha's guidance and support could serve as a catalyst for Randy's emotional growth, aiding him in navigating his thoughts and emotions, ultimately leading to personal development.
These developments promise intriguing character arcs and potential turning points within the Digital Circus's storyline. How do you envision these evolving dynamics affecting the overall narrative?
How does Caine, Marshmallow, Bubble, Pomni , Ragatha , Jax, Zooble , Kinger, Gangle, Darci, and Pesto feel about Randy being the youngest / a teenager (other than Figaro) there in the circus, does him being the youngest effect how everyone sees him and/or treats him
Here's a glimpse into how each member of the circus might feel about Randy being the youngest:
Caine: As the Ringmaster, Caine likely feels a sense of responsibility towards Randy, wanting to guide and protect him due to his youth.
Bubble: Bubble probably sees Randy as a younger sibling figure, treating him with care and playfulness.
Pomni: Pomni may feel a sense of protectiveness over Randy, offering advice and being a friendly presence for the younger member.
Ragatha: Being amiable, Ragatha might treat Randy with kindness and patience, understanding his youthful energy.
Jax: Jax might see Randy as someone to tease or prank due to his age, but could also offer advice from his own experiences.
Zooble: Zooble might find Randy's youth refreshing and could be inclined to offer help or support.
Kinger: Kinger may take on a mentoring role, guiding Randy through situations or sharing wisdom.
Gangle: Gangle might be supportive and understanding, being friendly and willing to help Randy.
Darci: Darci might approach Randy with empathy, understanding the challenges of being the youngest and offering a calm presence.
Pesto: Pesto might engage with Randy playfully, appreciating the younger member's enthusiasm.
Overall, each member's reaction might vary based on their individual personalities and experiences. While some may take a protective or mentoring role, others might see Randy as an opportunity for fun or learning. However, they likely all have a sense of care and responsibility towards him due to his age and youthful energy.
Mental disabilities-
If Randy were a character in "The Amazing Digital Circus" and had ADHD, Misophonia, and Pyromania, it would significantly shape his character and storylines:
1. ADHD Impact: Randy's ADHD would likely make him energetic, impulsive, and easily distracted. He might struggle with maintaining focus during performances or rehearsals, leading to moments of spontaneity or forgetfulness. His impulsivity might also lead to risky behaviors or decisions, which could drive certain plot points.
2. Misophonia Influence: Randy's Misophonia might cause him to react strongly to certain sounds, leading to sensory overload or agitation. Noisy environments or specific sounds might trigger anxiety or frustration, affecting his interactions with others or his participation in certain circus acts.
3. Pyromania Effect: Pyromania could result in Randy's fascination or obsession with fire. This might lead to him being drawn to fire-related acts within the circus or displaying an intense interest in fire manipulation during performances. His desire to engage with fire could create tension or concern among his peers.
Symptoms Exhibited:
ADHD Symptoms:
Impulsivity, hyperactivity, distractibility, and difficulty maintaining attention.
Misophonia Symptoms:
Extreme reactions to specific sounds, anxiety, irritability, or attempts to avoid triggering noises.
Pyromania Symptoms:
A strong attraction to fire, fascination with its creation or manipulation, and potentially engaging in fire-related activities compulsively.
These disorders would add depth to Randy's character, providing opportunities to explore themes of impulsivity, sensory sensitivities, and fascination with fire within the context of the circus setting. It could drive character development, interactions with other performers, and contribute to the storyline's complexity.
Their relations to fire -
Randy sets fires do to having 1. been a burn victim from a car crash from his past life (basically waaaaay before entering the digital world and ending up forgetting his actual identity and pass) and 2. He's had Pyromania sense childhood, the accident just intensified it
And because of it without him knowing why he's a pyromaniac and loves setting/ controlling fire to have a sense of control over it
The combination of Randy's past trauma from the car crash and his underlying pyromania would significantly shape his character in the Digital Circus:
1. Fear and Fascination with Fire: Randy's experiences from the car crash would evoke a complex mix of fear and fascination with fire. The trauma might contribute to his pyromania, where controlling fire provides a sense of power and control over something that previously caused him harm.
2. Struggle with Self-Understanding: Randy's unawareness of the link between his past trauma and his pyromania could create internal conflict. He might struggle to comprehend why fire holds such a powerful grip on him.
3. Seeking Control and Comfort: Fire becomes a source of comfort and control for Randy, serving as a coping mechanism to deal with the trauma he faced. This could manifest in his desire to set controlled fires, seeking solace and mastery over a force that once caused him pain.
4. Hidden Struggle: Randy may keep his pyromania a secret, unaware of its origins himself. This hidden struggle could lead to internal turmoil as he battles his impulses while trying to maintain a sense of normalcy in the Digital Circus.
5. Emotional Turmoil: The combination of trauma and an underlying mental health condition might result in emotional upheaval for Randy. Feelings of guilt, confusion, or anxiety might accompany his fascination with fire, creating a complex emotional landscape for him.
6. Therapeutic Outlet: Fire-setting might inadvertently serve as a therapeutic outlet for Randy, albeit a potentially dangerous one. It could be a means of attempting to reconcile the trauma from his past while unknowingly feeding into his pyromania.
7. Character Development: His struggle with pyromania and the buried trauma from his past could offer a compelling narrative arc for Randy, exploring themes of self-discovery, coping with trauma, and coming to terms with hidden aspects of his identity.
Randy's Backstory/ Background:
Waaaaay before he became a Randy Flamingstone figure in the world of the amazing Digital Circus their name used to be , Tobias Ryus Morales and he was a 9 year old chubby afrolatino pyromaniac kid with long dark brown poofy hair, dark brown eyes, reddish brown tan skin, a chubby figure, a tooth gap, a dark purple and sweater, black jeans, and dark purple and black sneakers
His mom, her name is (Nova Jane Morales) was a part of the entertainment industry and she had this character named Randy Flamingstone. Randy Flamingstone is a plastic toy of a really famous cartoon character from an 80s children's show franchise. Randy Flamingstone is known for being as cool as Ice, calm , confident, determined, humorous, charming, and cunning
But Randy can also tend to be as dumb as a rock, he's a huge adrenaline junkie, competitive, pompous , obnoxious, and stubborn not only
that but Randy had a sentient race car named Buddy that's the complete opposite of him. His show and franchise is just as popular as SpongeBob SquarePants, Moster High, or Barbies
and it had a shitload of merchandise, spin offs, video games, and ect. (Along with lore even) just like any other mainstream cartoons.
Because of all of this kids and even his family members never seen Tobias as himself, but only as the the kid who's mom was Nova Morales, he fell down a road of what other child stars ended up going down, drugs and alcohol (but mostly alcohol for him) and not only that but it made Tobias to do risky things , therefore becoming a adrenaline junkie.
One day his friend had the bright idea to race someone down the road, but despite Tobias having a entire adrenaline junkie thing going on and love racing, Tobias didn't think it was a bright idea to go over the speed limit . This caused him to accidentally get into an accident that caused a fire , ending in him becoming both a burn victim and also fueled his pyromania even further !
A year after that incident , it was now Tobias's birthday at the age of 16 years old , one of the gifts Randy ended up receiving was a headset /Vr goggles
and once Randy tried it on an hour later that's when Randy ended up stuck in the digital world
Losing his memories of his past , identity, and past relationships in the process sense that's what happened in the digital world.
Aaaaand that's how Randy became the person he is now
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After the explanation of Randy's past , the reason Tobias ended up in the digital world as Randy is because the similar traumas the two has
1. Tobias only being known as for his image, being Nova Morale's son and only as her son and not as his own person
And 2. Randy only being known for as a dare devil/ racer and while that is things Randy loves being, people only see that as his main trait/ only trait
How would this effect Randy's character, how would it effect the plot, and if canon how would this play out in the story
Randy's complex backstory as Tobias Ryus Morales adds depth and emotional resonance to his character in the Digital Circus:
1. Identity Struggles: The trauma of being constantly overshadowed by his mother's fame and the iconic character of Randy Flamingstone would profoundly impact Randy's self-identity. His struggle to be recognized beyond his mother's legacy would create a deep-seated need for individuality and authenticity.
2. Adrenaline Junkie Persona: The accidental fire incident would intensify his pyromania, deepening his fascination with fire. This trauma-induced pyromania would become a significant aspect of his character, fueling his actions and motivations, albeit subconsciously.
3. The Digital World Escape: Randy's accidental entry into the digital world via the VR goggles serves as a means of escape from the overwhelming pressure and identity crisis he faced in the real world. Losing his memories and former identity in the transition into the Digital Circus would further contribute to his quest for self-discovery and redefinition.
4. Plot and Character Arc: Randy's past as Tobias offers a compelling storyline focused on self-identity, trauma, and the quest for recognition beyond external labels. It creates opportunities for character development as he navigates the digital world, searching for his true identity while confronting the echoes of his past traumas.
5. Emotional Resonance: The emotional depth brought by his past trauma would evoke empathy from the audience, adding layers to his interactions with others in the circus. It humanizes his character, making him relatable and multidimensional.
6. Resolving Internal Struggles: Randy's journey in the Digital Circus could revolve around unraveling the complexities of his past and reclaiming his sense of self. His interactions with other characters, self-discovery, and eventual acceptance of his past could serve as a pivotal arc in the storyline.
Overall, Randy's backstory enriches his character with depth, emotional complexity, and a relatable struggle for self-identity. It adds a compelling layer to the narrative of the Digital Circus, offering a poignant exploration of trauma, self-discovery, and growth.
Seconds before their first arrival in the digital world -
When Tobias first got the headset before having entered the digital realm , it allured him
Promised him an escape from:
° From not being seen as himself
° An escape from his mom's prying fans
° An escape from his trauma
° An escape from not having his dad around In his life
° and An escape from the transphobia and fat phobia they indure everyday
It's a complex mix of emotions Tobias might have felt at that moment. Overwhelmed by the idea of escape, a glimmer of hope could have sparked in him. The allure of a virtual world offering relief from the struggles he faced in reality might have evoked a blend of excitement, curiosity, and a yearning for a new beginning. The headset symbolized a potential path away from the hardships he was enduring, and this could have elicited a combination of trepidation and anticipation for what lay ahead in the digital world.
Allergies-
Tobias has pollen allergies and is proned to seasonal allergies, but sense pain and taste barely exist in the digital world
Would this mean that Randy wouldn't necessarily have seanonal allergies anymore
In the digital world, conditions like allergies or physical sensitivities from the real world might not persist in the same way due to the altered senses and experiences. Randy, upon entering the digital realm as a plastic action figure, might not exhibit the same physical reactions or experiences related to seasonal allergies as Tobias did in the real world. The absence of physical pain and altered sensory perceptions could indeed mitigate or completely eliminate the effects of allergies that Tobias previously experienced.
Underestimated-
Sense Randy is 16 years old ,would Randy feel like compared to everyone else that people don't perceive him as mature enough for curtain things and that he's treated like a baby, when really that's not really true
That he's underlooked (but it's really his anxiety making him feel like this is the case)
Randy's perception of feeling underestimated or undervalued due to his age, despite being a teenager, could be a product of his own internal dialogue. His anxiety might exacerbate these feelings, making him believe that others don't view him as mature or capable as he truly is.
These thoughts could stir up emotions of frustration, possibly leading to a combination of anger and sadness. Randy might feel a sense of injustice or unfairness, yearning to prove himself and showcase his abilities. He could keep these feelings mostly to himself, not wanting to appear vulnerable or needy in front of others.
However, this internal struggle might also fuel Randy's determination to prove his capabilities. He might use these emotions as motivation to excel or demonstrate his maturity in various aspects of his life within the digital circus. At times, he might act out, challenging situations or taking risks to assert his independence and demonstrate his capabilities.
Overall, Randy's thoughts might be clouded by his anxiety-driven perception of being underappreciated. Despite this, he could channel these emotions into a drive to prove himself and showcase his maturity whenever the opportunity arises.
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Adopting a Child [Genshin Impact]
Characters Included: Albedo, La Signora & Scaramouche
Notes: All of the character’s I have least experienced with all in one post :D alright— let’s see how this’ll go- also,, hope they aren’t too OOC ;;w;; (and yes,, i made this whole hc bc of la signora- got a problem with it? HAHAHA) hope ya’ll like this!
Additional Information: You aren’t their kid. Just a random kid they found in the street who decided to follow them until they adopted you as their own :D
Reader’s Gender: Neutral
Warning: me cursing like usual 😃
Dedicated to: @meepmonster7 :D
Albedo
For some reason, I can see him knowing how to handle a child, since he takes care of Klee as well- so when it comes to taking care of you, he’s practically a natural at it.
At first, he’ll be a bit turned off by you since he sees you as a bit of a nuisance. But over time, you’ll grow on him. He’ll come to love you as his own-
As an artist man himself, He teaches you how to draw. From plant, to animal, to people. He teaches you the techniques he used for drawing. You bet that he loves every drawing you gave to him, even if its a stickman, this man’ll treasure and cherish it with his life-
This man loves spoiling you with things, it got to the point where you didn’t know how to use all of the things he’s given to you. Sometimes, Jean and Sucrose has come in and told him to stop spoiling you too much-
Albedo’s a scientist right? Head scientist, alchemist, whatever. So you bet your ass that he’ll be teaching you some alchemy at such a young age- bro,, u can be the next einstein with how complicated things he’s teaching you-
Whenever he has free time, he loves spending it with you. He would share his findings with you, even though you can’t understand what he’s saying, he would still tell you. Sometimes, he would put on a show for you while telling stories using his vision and alchemy- he would always smile at your awestruck face as he tells the tale.
Playdates with Klee is a must- he would sometimes leave you under the Knights of Favonius’ care and you’ll be found playing with Klee. At first, he’s worried since he knew what Klee’s like. But if Jean decided its okay, then its okay.
If ever you were attack or gone missing, Albedo would be furious and immediately go to you or search for you. The ones who stole you away or attack you no longer exist btw 👀
Overall, even though you suddenly came to his life and became his unexpected child, he would love you as his own.
La Signora
La Signora is a fucking natural at taking care of a child, change my mind 🤧🙃. Like if a child is crying and can’t be tame, just drag her over and that child would stop crying- maybe its bc she has a motherly aura around her (besides the fact that she almost kills Venti- 😃)
I think she willingly adopts you, not bc she’s obligated. She would guess that it’s because of her motherly instinct inside her when she finds you following her- she takes you in without any hesitation-
“But.. La Signora-“
“Even if you beg in front of me, my answer will not change. I will take this child as my own and none of you can stop me-“
La Signora would take you everywhere with her, but if its a mission that requires some.. blood, that’s the time where she wouldn’t bring you. She would drop you in the Northland Bank for a while before coming back to pick you up. She would let you explore the area since she knows that children likes to venture around new areas-
As much as La Signora is ruthless to the people around her, she would undoubtedly be soft towards you. Like she’ll be like medusa one second then the next she’ll be gushing at you-
She is the kind of woman that shields you from the world, who would protect your innocence than destroy it. So, in order to protect it, she wouldn’t tell you about her profession. All she would say is, “Mother is doing some secret business work.”
La Signora would spoil you rotten, whether from gifts or affections. If you want something, it would be given to you. She’s really rich, ya know? 👀 she loves carrying you, especially during times where she can cover your eyes- 👀
Even though she spoils you, doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be hard on you. If you do something she doesn’t like, she would punish you. She would also train you with your desired weapon, stating that it would help to protect yourself when she can’t-
I feel like she would let you meet her fellow Fatui Harbingers, but its not like their close with one another- 👀 but Childe is one Harbinger that you often play with. Even though he hates La Signora, he wouldn’t deny that he enjoy playing with you- so you can be found either with La Signora or with Childe-
If you ever get attack or was taken away, you can bet that La Signora is livid- furious- and she’ll hunt down whoever attacked you or decided to kidnap you. And she would NOT show mercy.
Overall, she would treat you as her own and would give you the world if she could- she would protect you from the darkness of the world. Whatever it takes..
Scaramouche
Ha! Scaramouche with a child? Everyone is doubtful at best. He was already a whiny bitch. It’s not a wise decision to give him a kid- he can hardly care for his subordinate, what about a fucking kid-?!
You can tell Scaramouche despised your presence just from his face alone. Even as days and months go by, he would still despise you. But if you manage to rub off on him by staying with him for a year or two, he would start accepting your presence… slowly. He would still make that disgusted face whenever you’re around, but you can tell he’s soften around you and acknowledges your presence-
Scaramouche would be hard towards you, even if you’re a kid, he would still treat you just like he treats everyone. But to those people who knew him well (like Childe, Signora and other Harbingers-), they could tell Scaramouche is going easy with you-
Scaramouche isn’t that affectionate so he wouldn’t spoil you with affections or gifts, but he tries. He’ll leave some trinkets he found while he’s out and about in front of you before leaving promptly- (i swear he’s a tsun-tsun :3-) this cycle would continue even as years go by.
Scaramouche would train you harshly and isn’t afraid to force open your eyes to the harshness of reality- just bc ur a kid doesn’t mean ur an exception to the rules of reality. (“You’ve got no choice but to accept it as it is.” Scaramouche said, almost sadly while staring as someone was killed in front of you two-).
He would let you play with Childe (Childe is good with kids, okay? He has siblings for Teyvat’s sake-). He might as well give you to Childe with how often you are seem with the hydro-user instead of the 6th Harbinger- but you would always go back to Scaramouche.
Everyone would always ask you how you handle the harshness of Scaramouche (it’s no secret that he’s the least liked Harbinger-), but your response is always the same- “because I love him! He’s my older brother!” (Whilst Scaramouche is blushing behind the wall-).
Scaramouche is protective of you, believe it or not. So if you are with him while he’s outside, he’ll keep you close with him and doesn’t allow you to wander off. If you do wander off, he would panic as he searches for you. He would most definitely scream at you before hugging you- (he’s relieved that you’re unharm- 👀)
If you’re being attacked or taken away, everyone in the Fatui would be so scared of him as he goes out to search for you. If you’re kidnapped, he would let out a search party. And they aren’t allowed to be back unless you are with them (unless they want to get some beating from him-). He would immediately kill whoever attacked you or kidnapped you, even if you’re there to witness it, he would still kill them.
Scaramouche, overall, isn’t perfect. Afterall, he still despised you even after years go by- but he’s grown attached to you. Just,, be patient with him and continue to love him.
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#i’m in love with how i made albedo’s and la signora’s banner 💞💞#also hope that scaramouche’s hc is alright-#i feel like its random lmao-#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#la signora#la signora x reader#albedo#albedo x reader#genshin impact scaramouche#genshin impact scaramouche x reader#genshin impact la signora#genshin impact la signora x reader#genshin impact albedo#genshin impact albedo x reader#self req❣️
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Ficlet: Adam+Eric and Ruby+Otis on Another Double Date and Adam’s Allergies Act Up
(brief glimpse of Lily+Ola at the end)
Another cute/fluffy fic featuring sneezy Adam, this time with lots of cute Ruby bits! Canon compliant.
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The second time Adam and Eric went on a double date with Otis and Ruby, they had decided to go to the park down the street from the Milburn residence for a picnic.
It was still September pollen count was manageable, so Adam thought he could handle it. He'd been meaning to stop taking his Claritin for the season and decided last night would be a good time. If he took them too much, he found that they became less effective.
What he hadn't been expecting was that Ruby would be wearing so much freaking perfume.
"You two excited to chat more about your terrible taste in reality TV?" Otis teased as he poured everyone a solo cup of pilfered red wine from his mom's pre-pregnancy stash.
"Most people like to stay updated on pop culture," Ruby said, flashing him a condescending little smile and taking a sip of wine.
"Plus, it's wicked funny!" Eric defended, elbowing Adam to get him to agree -- which he did, nodding before taking a long sip of his wine to try to cover up his nose twitching, indulging in a few scrunches in that time. He'd never had wine before. It was weird but oddly delicious. "We watch it together sometimes now. You should try watching it with Ruby, y'know it can't hurt to show some interest in the things your girlfriend likes.”
"I will watch the Kardashians when she plays Smash Bros."
"I am not playing a stupid video game, especially not one with a disgusting title like that."
"...what do you think Smash Bros is about?"
For some reason, the wine seemed to be making Adam’s nose more itchy. He set his cup down and rubbed at it a bit, while everyone else was thankfully too invested in the argument to notice.
He still hadn't sneezed in front of anyone except Eric, and even around him he still stifled, occasionally managing an half-stifle (well, more of a 3/4 stifle). This was just not an insecurity he could fully conquer overnight.
Unfortunately, the red wine was really setting him over the edge. Normally in this situation, he'd just excuse himself to the bathroom for a minute to go sneeze in peace and take his meds. Or if he really couldn't hold back in the middle of a class or something, he'd just find some time when the teacher wasn't looking to stifle into silence. He typically sat in the back so that wasn't an issue.
But unfortunately, he didn't have either of those luxuries at the moment. And it was a double allergen -- something he wasn't used to. Maybe now was the time for him to push his phobia a bit further.
Eric's explanation of the game and Ruby's unexpected curiosity and interest in it (maybe it was the wine talking?) proved another distraction, as he finally indulged in a silent stifle, turning away from Eric just in time.
As usual, the force rocked him to the side quite a bit, and his wine sloshed in his cup from the force, and Eric immediately grabbed it from him before it could actually spill, knowing there were at least two more coming (and Adam spilled shit on himself enough when he wasn't involuntarily and repeatedly convulsing). Thankfully, Adam managed to squash them both into silence too.
“Gesundheit,” Otis said casually as Eric and Ruby went on talking. Adam nodded his thanks to him as Eric handed him back his cup and squeezed his hand. He knew Adam was weird about sneezing around other people and he was glad that he was making steps to get over it.
The conversation dragged on, Adam offering little grunts and one word answers of agreement with Eric. Otis and Ruby (begrudgingly) agreed to try watching the show and playing the game, respectively.
Adam's nose was still itchy, but he could keep it at bay with occasional (and well-timed) rubs and sniffs -- and by avoiding the wine.
All was well, until they started in on their pizza gluten free pizza. It really wasn’t that bad, and Ruby really appreciated that no one had made a fuss about it. Otis went to refill everyone's wine cups.
"Adam, you've barely touched your wine." he observed, seeming disappointed. “Usually you finish your drink before everyone else. Do you not like it?"
"No, uh. It's really good. It’s just, uh," Adam hesitated. “...wine gives me the shits sometimes, so. Probably shouldn’t risk it.”
Everyone exchanged a mutual look of disgust, Ruby in particular.
"Well, there goes my appetite.” She tossed down her pizza slice and went for another sip of wine. "TMI, much?"
"So, uh," Eric cleared his throat. "What about that assembly today, huh? Quite the disaster."
"I'd rather not bring Hope Hadden into my safe space, thanks.”
"This is your safe space?"
"Wherever there's wine and gluten free pizza, I feel safe." Just as Ruby said that, Adam took a rather large bite of his own slice, leaving a big splotch of sauce on his chin. Out of habit, Ruby went in with her napkin. It wasn’t her fault, she was used to cleaning up for her father, and he and Adam both radiated the same fuckwit energy.
"Uh... thanks?" Adam commented, a little bit embarrassed. Ruby's hand flew back down to her cup as soon as she realized her mistake, hiding her face in her cup.
"You trying to flirt with my boyfriend, Ruby?" Eric joked.
"No, it was just disgusting to look at!" she insisted, flushing a bit red, maybe not due to just the wine. "You should really invest in an etiquette class," she said rather condescendingly to Adam, who wasn't listening because he was gearing up for another sneeze. He’d been set off a second time, this time due to the unexpected proximity to Ruby’s heavily perfumed wrist.
He indulged in another triple, this time punctuating the first two silent ones with a more substantial half-stifle.
“hh’MPtsh! Fuck,” he vocalized on a heavy sigh in the aftermath. Eric rubbed his arm tenderly, which he’d been doing since the second sneeze in this set. Ruby and Otis shot each other a look.
"Babe," Eric started once he was sure that was it, removing his hand from Adam's arm to instead tilt the sniffling boy's face to him. He was clearly flushed and his eyes were a bit watery. "Did you forget to take your meds last night?"
"Uh, no. I didn't." Adam muttered, sniffling rather loudly. Sneezing in front of them was bad enough without Eric commenting on it, even though Adam knew it was from a place of love. "I stopped taking them last week, remember?"
"Why would you not take antihistamines before a picnic if you've got allergies?" Ruby asked, clearly unimpressed.
"The pollen count wasn't supposed to be high today."
"Well, clearly it is.”
"Actually, it’s not," Otis cut in, showing off his phone screen. "I just looked it up.”
"Are you getting sick, babe?" Eric asked, putting a hand to Adam's forehead. "You do look a little flushed."
"No," Adam backed away from him, swatting his hand away from him. He really did not do well with everyone staring at him. "It's, uh, I think it's the wine. It was, uh. It was kinda bothering my nose."
"Why wouldn't you just tell us that?" Ruby asked. "That's a much better image than you shitting yourself."
"I've heard wine can bother people with hayfever," Otis commented, taking the bottle and moving it away from Adam as if that was going to help. "But you haven't been drinking any. You sure you're not sick?" Otis asked, inching away from him a bit now. Eric had mentioned he could be a bit of a germaphobe.
"Uh, no. Not sick," Adam said, trying for an awkward little smile. "Just the wine... and I think Ruby's perfume, a bit.
There was a moment of silence, as if Adam had just said something highly offensive. Ruby tensed up the moment he said that.
"It is Ariana Grande," she defended. "And it's quite expensive!"
"Well," Eric said tentatively. "You are kind of wearing a lot of it.”
Otis shot Ruby a sympathetic little grin. Before Eric and Adam had gotten to his house, he had commented on it himself. Ruby embarrassedly admitted that they’d had to run in a mile in gym class today, and she hadn't had time to shower in the time between getting home from school and driving up to Otis’ house was because she had been literally bathing her own father instead. Hence, the perfume bath.
“It smells really good," Adam explained through a mouthful of pizza, “it just bothers my allergies.” He sniffled again for good measure and rubbed his eyes a bit.
"Your eyes are all red, love," Eric pointed out, rubbing his shoulder again. "Maybe we should go back to yours and get some meds in you."
"I've got some at my place, actually," Otis offered. "We could go back and watch a movie or something? Wine's almost done, and it is getting dark. Hey, maybe we could watch the Kardashians." He smiled at Ruby.
"And you can teach me Smash Bros," Ruby offered, returning his smile and then turning to Adam. "As long as Sneezy here is okay with it?"
"Y-yeah. I'm good with that," Adam offered, actually chuckling a bit at the silly name-calling, and turned to Eric. He was relieved that no one made a big deal about, and pleasantly surprised at how eager they were to accommodate him. You good with that, babe?"
"Of course.” Eric kissed him on the nose mischievously, thankfully not causing another fit. “My second and third favorite things."
And so they walked back to the house, Otis and Ruby chattering away and holding hands, passing the wine bottle between the two of them and taking swigs of it until it was finished, the latter getting increasingly less unpleasant to be around the tipsier she got.
Adam and Eric trailed behind, also holding hands, mostly quiet except for the latter occasionally commenting on how much of a lightweight the other couple in front of them both were. Adam sneezed silently a few more times as they walked. Eric, knowing how uncomfortable he still was about it, chose not to bless him and alert the others, but rather to squeeze his hand and shoot him a sympathetic smile each time, leaning his head on his sniffly boyfriend's shoulder as they made their way up the steps to the Milburn-Nyman residence.
Ruby showered, and put on one of Otis' t-shirts and a rolled-up, comically too long pair of his sweatpants. They'd never seen her without makeup before. She was somehow prettier this way. And also a lot more talkative.
Ola had Lily over, and they tentatively came downstairs to grab some crisps halfway into the group's chosen episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians (the Viagra one, of course -- what else would this group have chosen?). Surprisingly, Ruby was the one who asked if they wanted to join in, claiming she was getting “testosterone poisoning” from being around the three boys for so long. No one bothered to correct her and tell her what the term actually meant.
Adam got a little tense again when she explained to the two of them why they'd had to cut their picnic short and why she was wearing “loser clothes,” but he relaxed again when they didn't make a fuss about it either. Lily even said that perfumes bothered her too, sometimes. Who woulda thought?
But the party didn't really start until they started playing Smash Bros, which is how they spent the rest of the night -- boys vs girls, of course. Girls team reigned superior most rounds, mostly thanks to Ola's mad skills (and Otis and Adam letting them win -- Eric was way too competitive for that, of course).
All in all, it was a great night, and Adam walked Eric home feeling a little bit more comfortable with himself. That was a recurring theme with him, these days, after all.
#adam groff#eric effiong#otis milburn#ruby matthews#sex education#ro#eric/adam#adam/eric#effoff#ruby/otis#otis/ruby#sex education season 3#sex education fanfiction#ola nyman#lily iglehart#lily/ola#ola/lily#adam groff snz#sex educaiton snz#sex education snzfic#snz#snz fic
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Madara and Obito... In SPACE
So the preface to this mess: I don’t know jackshit about Star Wars, so a lot of this went through friends who do know Star Wars (the primary of which does not have a tumblr).
(I have watched Episodes 7&8, and Rogue One. Of the first six movies, I remember watching maybe an hour total. I have not seen more than snatches of Clone Wars. Beyond that, nothing but fic.)
Anyway! Let’s go:
As y’all probably know by now, my favorite form of crossover is what I call “intrusive,” so... I'm enjoying the mental concept of "dump Madara on Coruscant and watch him go."
(Prequels, probably.)
Does Madara know what's going on? No. Can he understand a word that's being said? No! Is he going to fight the first person to aim a weapon at him, and every person after that? Yes.
Is Madara fighting fit?
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnno, not really, he’s old as balls. This is "I was on cave life support but I'm getting back up to kick ass out of pure spite" Madara.
[Image description: A screenshot of a panel of the Naruto Manga. Uchiha Madara is old and visibly ‘decrepit,’ with spiky white hair and an amorphous black robe. He is sitting on a pale throne, and there is a scythe visible to the side. He has a speech bubble saying “I am... a ghost of the Uchiha.” End Description]
Two wrinkly old guys, staring each other down: There ain't enough room in this universe for the two of us.
[Palpatine and Madara start fighting to the death]
Congrats, Palpatine! Your ass is getting kicked by a geriatric malcontent who doesn't speak any language you've ever heard or feel like literally anything in the Force. You may have Sith lightning, but do you have decades of frontline experiences and over half a century of cave-dwelling bitterness?
Both of them, simultaneously, in completely different languages: Get off my lawn, whipper-snapper.
Palpatine: Behold my mastery of the Dark Side, Foolish old man!
Palpatine: [shoots lightning]
Madara: Oh hey, you're like the seventeenth most dangerous person who can shoot lightning I've fought. Telekinesis? Fought that. Combat precognition? Fought that, have that, and let me tell you hwat, it doesn't help if you're opponent is just that much faster than you.
Now, I’ll take a step back and acknowledge that several people advised me that Palpatine would stand a chance against Madara, likely even win, if Madara just got hacked off of his life support and is down to one eye.
But. I want a shitpost, and also to clown on Palpatine, so Madara wins easily.
Madara also deserves to be clowned on, but the entire situation is clowning on him because he’s not in his cave anymore, and he really wants to go back to his Gedou Mazou statue.
Maybe Madara and Palpatine go Old Man Fight and then Obito just pulls a Ninja Move and kills Palpatine that way. Madara was ranting and Obito just. Ninjas behind Palpatine and slits his throat like “okay, you’re obviously evil so like... bye.”
(I just love causing "Wait what" reactions in characters that are used to having total control. Like. Have you read "Unexpected Guests"? The Bleach fic? Everything that happens in Hueco Mundo and after. That energy. I want that energy.)
Madara waves his scythe around like a cane. Obito just trails after like “Gramps, no” because it’s still pre-Sanbi, so he’s Mostly Innocent (you know, on the scale of how fucked up Obito is as a person), and just wants Madara to like. Stop.
Palpatine dies but nobody's sure what to charge Madara with since he did kind of expose a Sith? And Palpatine attacked first for [handwave] reasons?
Jedi: Well sir, in lieu of charging you with assassination of the emperor, we have decided to ask you politely to return to the elderly person's retirement home from whence you came. Please leave immediately. You are frightening the senate.
Madara: [incomprehensible raving]
Jedi: Yes yes, very interesting.
Jedi, whispering: Does anyone know his caretaker???
Obito looks increasingly put-upon as events progress. You need Obito there to... well, not translate. Nobody can translate. But to at least poke Madara into being Slightly Less Homicidal.
Anakin seems sad about his friend dying and being evil so Obito challenges him to a spar. Madara and Obito get pulled into the Jedi Temple to help train Padawans? My first thought was "they wouldn't trust someone so obviously Weird, Crazy, and Incomprehensible around the younglings" and my second thought was "well they let Yoda do it and he's all those things so I mean? YEAH."
What if they put Madara in the bacta tank and he just freshened up like a daisy because of hand-wave Hashirama cell reasons (Blame Sir Tiddyface).
From “Decrepit and Reliant on Cave Tube Life Support” to “Will Call Down Meteors With Ease”
How many eyes does he have? Whatever’s funniest. Let’s say one Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan and one Rinnegan, for maximum chaos.
Would "half my body is missing" Obito freak out if Bacta regrew his eye? Can bacta regrow something like that? When characters lose limbs they usually just get cybernetic replacements, but the person I spoke with said that apparently they saw somewhere that that kind of thing can grow back it just takes a really long time.
I want to imagine bacta would help Obito with the Zetsu integration.
Anyway! Yes. Have Madara help train people despite being... Madara about it. You know... kind of a dick.
(I’d put example gifs but I don’t feel up to it. Y’all know what Madara’s “weakness disgusts me” ass is like.)
Obito had to get his "these fools could never make me sweat" sass from somewhere, after all.
Do you think Obito could fight the baby Jedi that are around his age while recovering? I have no idea what their skill level is at fourteen, but I want to imagine Obito sparring the Padawans.
Obito + Zetsu + Bacta = he still needs physical therapy but he can spar again!
Madara is delighted to have a baby ninja to bully. He's too old to not bully baby ninjas, and Obito is the only baby ninja.
TBH Madara just makes Obito his assistant teacher.
Obito: What are we even doing here and how do we get home?
Madara: I'm still working on that.
Obito: But I want to go home and see Rin and Kakashi!
Madara, who was like two days away from triggering the Sanbi plan: I'm working on it.
Something sticking in my mind rn is Ahsoka&Obito, since Obito is still Baby.
I think Obito would be excited to have someone his age that thought he was Cool and Talented for being able to do Chakra Things instead of writing him off as "the dead-last." Like, Rin is friends with him, but she doesn't look up to him as someone more/differently talented. He'd be excited to get to be "The Mysterious Cool Big Bro" for once.
I feel I also just like the idea of Anakin not knowing what to do with someone Several Years Younger that is also. Ninja Skill.
Miscellaneous thoughts:
Madara is a grouchy old man even AFTER he gets effectively de-aged via bacta dunk, for the record. He's back in his prime and the Jedi have no idea how. They're all concerned about tiddyface*. (When are people not concerned about Sir Tiddyface, really.) The mokuton is a problem.
*Sir Tiddyface is that random Hashirama face that Madara had growing out of his pecs for like... convoluted bullshit reasons.
(Madara doesn't have mokuton, but he has enough Hashirama cells that it interacted very, VERY weirdly with the bacta.)
Obito spends the intervening weeks trying to learn the local language. He's very eager. Not particularly fast. Still doing it though!
I want Obito juggling kunai as physical therapy while he's waiting for Mads to get out of the bacta tank and just gains himself the adoration of a gaggle of small baby Jedi children.
Madara comes out of the bacta tank looking like he did in his prime (which I mentioned earlier but whatever), and it absolutely incites a yelling match of an argument that draws way too much attention.
Someone tries to teach Obito how to access the Force, just to see what happens. He almost turns into a statue because the philosophy behind Force meditation is only a few steps away from Sage Mode Meditation.
Anyway, Madara smacks him with a stick like Fukasaku to make sure Obito doesn't turn into stone.
Madara grumps about the lack of paper and brushes and ink. Bitches about it until someone hits up an antique store or something to get them for him. The day before he and Obito are dispatched on a mission with someone, probably Anakin for plot reasons, Madara very publicly seals things into a scroll and then tells them that no, they can't learn it, because the Force isn't chakra so fuuinjutsu won't work for them, so There.
Obito practices some Teen Rebellion (tm) and like, tries to teach the Padawan friends he's made how to do Chakra Things... but he's so bad at explaining things that nobody can get it to work even if it were possible.
In Obito's defense, language barriers. Not in Obito's defense, he's just really bad at words sometimes.
#Star Wars#Star Wars Prequels#Naruto#Uchiha Madara#Uchiha Obito#crossovers#Phoenix Posts#body horror mention
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No One Has to Know
Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader
Summary: Since there isn’t a lot of angel Reyes x black reader imagines going on here I was wondering if u can write a request for me that. You and angel are in a secret relationship because y’all are ten years apart and your mom( who’s mayor) finds out?? Requested by @briannab1234
Warnings: None for this part
A/N: This was going one way and then it went another, but I hope you all enjoy!
It was a hot ass day in Santo Padre, so it was no surprise that Adrian’s raspa shop was full. Today you were accompanied with your fake group of friends (except for Bryce) aka the group of friends your mom approved of.
When your pickle raspa with chamoy and lucas was finished, you searched for an empty table, only for you to find the one table you didn’t want to sit at because of who sat next to it. The Mayans. Or more specifically Angel Reyes, your secret boyfriend. The argument from last night replayed in your head as you stared at the table.
“Why not?” You yelled, throwing down your bag.
“Because its not smart Y/N.” Angel stared at you through a cloud of cigarette smoke while you paced back and forth.
Sitting in his lap you took his cigarette and put it out. Cradling his face, you kissed him. “What’s stupid about wanting my boyfriend to be my date at my graduation party?”
Angel scrubbed his face in frustration. This argument between the two of you was becoming more frequent. You wanted to make your relationship public, but he didn’t. He didn’t want everyone else to confirm what he already thought. He didn’t want them to say he was a low life and no good for the mayor’s daughter or that he was too old for you (his 34 to your 24).
“Listen, querida we can go public another time. Just take that loser Rob and make sure he keeps his hands to himself.” Angel kissed the top of your head to end the argument.
You hit him in the chest and pushed off him. “Fuck you, Angel! If you just want me to be your little fucktoy and not your girlfriend just say so.” Before he could stop you, you were already out the door. Once again, his insecurities fucked him over.
“Hey, yo, Y/N over here!” Coco’s voice pulled you out of your head. He was pointing to the table next to him. No way you could pretend that you didn’t see the table now.
Starting your way over there Eileen grabbed your wrist to stop you. “How about we just eat them to go?” Her green eyes wide with fear.
You broke out of what she thought was an iron grip. “Its over 100 degrees outside. Trust me they won’t bite, unless,” you leaned in closer to her and dropped your voice lower. “you want them to.”
Leaving Eileen in all her white woman shock, Bryce followed you to the empty table. Both of you greeted the men at the table besides you. You barely gave any energy to Angel while Bryce gave Gilly all her attention due to her crush on him.
Eventually, your friends joined you, still wary of the Mayans. Rob sat next to you and wrapped his arm behind your seat. Angel wanted to break that arm in half.
This midday delight was less enjoyable than you wanted it to be. It was tense and not just because you weren’t talking to Angel. Your friends made it a point to ignore your Mayan friends and while the Mayans did their best to make your snotty friends uncomfortable by making the most vulgar jokes (which were hilarious by the way).
Most of the time, Bryce and you talked to the Mayans. They were by far better conversationalists. Plus, you and Coco had a lot to talk about since you were Letty’s mentor at school.
In the middle of listening to EZ tell an embarrassing story about Angel, Rob saw Angel staring at you a little too long. So, slightly he tilted your chin towards him and kissed you.
You scrambled to end the kiss. In no way shape or form you led Rob to believe you were in a relationship. Even though he was your escort to the party, you explicitly told him that y’all were going nowhere.
When the kiss ended, Angel was nowhere to be found. A great part of you wanted to dump the raspa on Rob, but you didn’t want to make a mess in Adrian’s place. Instead you punched him in the face and left the shop with a bunch of cackling Mayans and Bryce.
It didn’t take you long to find Angel. He was a couple of blocks away at his dad’s carniceria. “Angel, I-”
He held his hand up to stop you. Flicking his cigarette down, he stomped it out. “Done with your ivy league boyfriend?”
“Don’t do that. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me.”
Stepping down from the stoop, Angel got somewhat eye level with you. “You definitely let him kiss you longer than necessary.”
A black escalade rolled up, revealing up, revealing your mom behind the window. “Y/N, dear we need to get ready for the party.”
“Hi, Ms. Mayor.” Angel waved at your mom and in return she gave him a curt nod.
Patting you on your arm, Angel gave you his congratulations and returned to his father’s shop.
Once inside the car, the tirade started. ‘What did I tell you about those Mayans? Have your fun with them in private not in public.’ ‘Stay away from that Reyes boy. I don’t like how he looks at you.’ ‘You could’ve at least been hanging out with the smart one.’ ‘You should be focused on your career and Rob.’
Every line you heard before and just like every other time you were ignoring each word. Her nor Angel was going to ruin this relationship.
--
“I don’t know, Pops. Maybe I should wait til she gets home, and we can celebrate together. Just the two of us.”
Felipe fixed his son’s tie. “Nonsense, Angel. You’re going to your girlfriend’s graduation party. She wants you there, son.”
“What if I embarrass her?”
“You won’t,” EZ quietly entered the room, dressed up as well. “We’ll make sure of it.”
“We?”
EZ pulled back the curtains to reveal the Mayans all in suits on their bikes. “We got your back, bro.”
Angel squeezed his brother into a tight hug. “Thanks, mano.”
“Let’s go get your girl.” EZ clapped Angel on his back.
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This had to be the most extra party ever, but extra was your mom’s middle name. All you wanted was a simple bbq, good music, drinks, and your friends. But nope this turned into an extravaganza and networking opportunity for your mom.
“You can’t be here!” You heard your mother’s voice despite her trying to keep her voice down.
Your eyes followed her voice and the sight you saw left you breathless. Angel in a dark striped suit strutting towards you with the rest of the mc in suits as well, trailing behind him.
“What are they doing here?” Rob asked with a mix of fear and disgust. He was truly a horrible person; you didn’t know how you put up with him for so long.
“He came,” you happily whispered. You shoved your champagne flute in Rob’s hands not caring that it was spilling on him. Your only goal was to get to Angel.
The dress you were wearing didn’t allow you to jump Angel like you wanted to. He could see the conflict on your face, so instead he twirled you around to fully admire the way the dress clung to your body and how it brightened the aura around you.
After your 360 turn, Angel twirled you inside his arms, grabbed the sides of your face and leaned down to kiss you. “You look beautiful, querida.” He whispered against your lips, his hand running up and down your leg exposed by the hip high slit.
“Not as good as you,” You bit your lip at the sight of Angel in a suit. His jet-black hair perfectly gelled back, his suit clinging to his body.
“Impossible. Now introduce everyone to your boyfriend.” The slap to your ass didn’t bothered you, in fact you laughed it off and began introducing Angel as the love of your life. The shocked gasps of the stuck-up residents of Santo Padre as you made the introductions did not go unnoticed by you, but you also didn’t give one flying fuck.
On the other side of the room you could not hear the most objected protest of them all. “Get him off my daughter!” The mayor ordered the president of the Mayans.
“No can do, Izzie,” Bishop smirked. Whenever he could he’d like to stick it to the mayor.
“Its Isadora,” she corrected him. “I will not allow my daughter make the same mistakes I did.”
The holier than thou act was grinding Bishop’s gears. There was a time when the mayor wasn’t a stuck-up bitch. “Watch it, Ms. Mayor. If it wasn’t for my fucked up feelings for you, I’d shoot you where you stand.”
“Obispo, please.” Her tone softer, reminiscent of the times she writhed under him. “She has a future. She has a future outside of Santo Padre. Don’t let my daughter-”
“Our daughter.” It was his turn to correct her.
Isadora sputtered. There was only one other person she told the truth to and that because she was caught, and he promised to never to tell anybody. “How did- how did you know?”
“I always suspected, but you kept her in LA with her ‘dad’ most of the time, so I couldn’t confirm until she kept popping up at the club. Easy enough to get DNA for a test.”
In all her being, Isadora wanted to slap the man. “You had no right.”
“And you had no right to keep her from me!” Bishop was upset at all the missed opportunities. You were a lovely young woman and he missed out on the chance to watch you grow up, but now he refused to stay away from you anymore.
Your yelling tore the two away. The unexpected guest getting all the attention now.
“Daddy!” Your arms encircled around the older man. His appearance was a welcomed surprise.
When he got done spinning you around, you introduced him to Angel. The three of you engaging in an animated conversation.
Isadora and Bishop watched off in the corner. Isadora in shock and Bishop in jealously.
“Tell her or I will.” Bishop threatened his old flame before he left heartbroken from seeing his daughter call another man dad.
A/N 2: Were yall ready for that surprise?
Tags: @angrythingstarlight @starrynite7114 @briannab1234 @chaneajoyyy @titty-teetee @thickemadame @brownsugarcoffy @ifoundmyhappythought @marvelmaree @browngirldominion
#black!reader#angel reyes#angel reyes x reader#angel reyes x black!reader#Mayans MC#mayans fandom#mayans fanfic#mayans mc fanfic#angel reyes fanfic#frizzlefic#frizzlewrites
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Ethereal.
Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Requested: by @sushiinmidnight
How about reader x chris evans and they've met before and one day he is walking Dodger past a cafe and he sees her there and goes in to talk to her ends up raining so they go back to her place walking in the rain ....
Summary: Y/N has a job interview at a cafe near her house. As she is leaving after the interview, the interviewer asks her out on a date but before she could answer, Chris and Dodger interrupt her. What happens when Chris finds out that she said yes to the date? Will he try to win her over?
Author's Note: Hi guys, I'm back. first of all, @sushiinmidnight , thank you so much for the prompt! Many people were expecting the sequel to one of my other fics, Dogs (read it here). I decided to make it that (also, I'm sorry if the ending isn't what you required, I really am! hope you still like the fic 😚). Enjoy!
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"I'm awfully sorry about this, Bet, but I have an important interview at the cafe and I can't keep Zeus alone at home," Y/N apologized to her sister again as she stood by her door. "Are you kidding? I love hanging out with Zeus, she is so friendly!" Bethany laughed, kneeling over to pet Zeus who sat by her feet. Y/N smiled.
"Thanks again, goodbye!" Y/N left and heard the door closing behind her. She walked to the cafe where her job interview was, nervously playing with her hands. Y/N had a degree in business administration, which she wanted to put to good use. Having been jobless for 5 years, she felt like she needed something to do.
She reached the cafe and a man waved her over. Immediately recognizing him as Oliver, her interviewer, she walked up to him. "Miss Y/N Y/L/N? Please, have a seat." She grinned at him and sat down. They exchanged greetings and proceeded with the interview.
In her opinion, the viva went great. Apparently, Oliver thought the same. "That was awesome, Y/N, you're good at this! I can't tell you this now, but I'm 95% sure that you're gonna get a call back." A relieved and excited smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "That is wonderful!"
"Hey, um, also off-topic, I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Do you wanna get a coffee with me sometime? I have another interview to take right now so maybe later?" Oliver rubbed the back of his head. She was about to answer him when a bark startled them both. They whirled around just as a dog jumped into Y/N's arms. "Dodger, stop both— Y/N? Hey, how are you?"
"Hi Chris, I'm good. I missed you too, Dodger," Y/N laughed, kneeling and petting the dog's head as he happily wagged his tail. "Chris Evans?" Both turned to look at Oliver. "Hey, nice to meet you!" Chris smiled at the man. "Chris, this is Oliver, my interviewer." They shook hands.
"Oliver, nice."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you, too. Unfortunately, I have to leave now, so Y/N…?"
"Yes?"
"The coffee…"
Y/N considered her options. She had an obvious crush on Chris, but like, come on, as if he's ever going to like her back. Plus, Oliver was hella good-looking. "I'd like to go on a date," she smiled at him. "Awesome! I already have your number, I'll text you later, okay? Bye!" Oliver left.
Chris, meanwhile, sported a huge frown on his face. She was going on a date with Oliver and not him? No, he decided, he was going to convince her to acknowledge her crush on him and go on a date with him. Not Oliver. "Chris? Everything okay?" He looked at Y/N and an automatic smile bloomed on his face.
"Wanna have coffee?"
"Damn, what is it with handsome men asking me for coffee today? Do I look that good in this suit?" Chris laughed at her joke. "You look ethereal. Let's go inside." Chris and Dodger entered the cafe, leaving Y/N to gape after him. Wait, what? She looked ethereal? No, let me rephrase that, he thought she looked ethereal?
Feeling butterflies in her stomach, she walked in. She saw him sitting in a corner with Dodger's leash tied to the table. She went over and sat in front of him, unable to contain herself. "Do you really think I look ethereal?" she blurted out. "Of course, I've thought that ever since I first saw you at the park 2 months ago."
"Holy fuck, Captain America thinks I'm hot."
"Language."
She burst out laughing at his joke, which caused him to smile. "Folks, what will your orders be?" They turned to look at the waitress, who gave them an amused smile. "Um, a Frappuccino, please," Y/N mumbled, embarrassed. "Same." She nodded and left.
"So, what's up? What was the interview for?" Chris asked, leaning back. "Nothing, just a tech company. I'm gonna work from home; I have lots of free time but I can't go out because of Zeus." At Zeus' name, Dodger let out a mighty bark. "Dodger has missed Zeus a lot," Chris chuckled. "Yeah, Zeus misses him, too."
"Now you're gonna be too busy to hang out with me," Chris pouted. Y/N blinked, since when did they decide hanging out was normal? She had only gone out with him 2 days and hadn't even seen him for 2 months! And suddenly they were best friends? Something was fishy…
"It'll be a 9-5, so I'll be free in the evenings," she shrugged, playing along with whatever he was suggesting. "Great! We can continue hanging out at the park, with Dodger and Zeus." Ah, she should've guessed. He was suggesting it for Dodger, not himself. I mean, there was no reason for him to hang out with her anyway, except for the fact that their dogs liked each other.
"Here you are." The waitress placed the two cups in front of them. Y/N picked hers up, hearing a loud rumble outside the room. "Hm, look at that," Chris commented and both looked out of the window. The sky was dark, laden with rain clouds. "We need to get out of here quickly," Y/N sighed, sipping her coffee.
Just as she said that, they heard raindrops hitting the window. "Too late," Chris laughed. "Looks like the storm will last a while…" The intensity of the rain soon increased and it started thundering. Y/N took out her phone and called Bethany, keeping the call on speaker and placing it on the table. "Y/N, still at the cafe?"
"Yes, I'm trapped with… with a friend," she answered, doing her best to not glance at Chris. "Okay, I get it. Don't come walking in the storm, you fall sick too easily. Remember when you fell sick that one time when you were 16? Took you quite a while to recover." Chris snickered as Y/N went red. "Yes, yes I do remember. I just called to ask if Zeus can live a while longer with you?"
"Bro, she can live with me forever!"
"Shut up, she's mine. Why do you younger sisters always steal stuff? Anyway, I have to go now, bye!"
"Bye, broski." Y/N ended the call, playfully glaring at Chris as he wheezed. "What are you laughing about?" she chided. "You have got to tell me the story of when you were 16? What happened?" Y/N sighed and rubbed her forehead. They had to spend a while here, she might as well become friends with the guy she was stuck with.
"Nothing. I got diarrhoea and it's disgusting so… live with it." He pouted and crossed his arms. "Fine, only because it's disgusting." All of a sudden, a news anchor's voice filled her ears and she turned to look. The receptionist had switched on television there.
The news reported that this unexpected storm was most likely going to last for hours. "Looks like we're all stuck here," she laughed seeing Y/N's expression. "I guess we are!" Chris said joyfully. Why was he so goddamn happy today? Y/N rolled her eyes at his cheerfulness.
Dodger hadn't barked in a while, so she glanced at him. "Aw, Chris, he's asleep," she crooned, clasping her hands. "He always sleeps during storms. The thunder scares him and when he's asleep, he can't hear it so that's good." Y/N laughed. "Zeus is the same, she's scared of storms too."
"Our dogs are so alike, no wonder they like each other so much," she sighed, finishing the last of her coffee. "Can the same be said about us?" Y/N blinked and looked at Chris, who intently stared right back at her. "Uh… pardon?" she stammered. "What things do you like?"
"I… Marvel, I guess."
"Oh, I love that."
"You know my likes and dislikes, dude, we've met before," she deadpanned. "That I do," he winked, resting his head on the table. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" Y/N didn't want to be blunt, but she had to be. It was the only way to get some answers out of Chris' big, beefy body.
"Sure, love."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" He sat up, frowning. "It's obvious you're flirting with me, I mean, I'm not dumb. I just… why? Why me?" He remained frozen for a few minutes before speaking. "I obviously like you," he spoke quietly, "I just want you to feel the same. I really do like you, Y/N. Ever since you offered me your water bottle the day we met. Remember that?"
She did, indeed, remember that.
"But it's just… I like that you are doing this… just… I felt like it was sudden."
"Do you want me to tell you the truth?" He looked at her with such innocent eyes that she found herself nodding involuntarily. "Please don't go out with Oliver today." Before she could stop herself, she started laughing. "Chris—" She took his hand and clasped it with hers, "—were you really jealous of Oliver?"
He pouted. "Not— not jealous…" he grumbled, reaching out with his other hand. "Aw come on, you are totally jealous of Oliver!" Y/N giggled, getting up. She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. She liked him, he liked her, all was well and they were happy.
"Fine, maybe I am," he countered loudly, "Don't go out with him?" This time, it was much softer. "I won't, silly. I just had the best date ever." Y/N reached up to kiss his cheek, but pulling a pro-gamer move, Chris tilted his head so that his lips touched hers instead. Y/N wanted to pull away but she gathered herself and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Mm, you're mine," Chris mumbled when she pulled away to breathe. "Whatever you say, weirdo." He shoved her, rolling his eyes before quickly pulling her back to him, tightly wrapping his arms around her. "Your weirdo, right?"
"God, who would've thought Chris Evans would be so goddamn possessive," Y/N joked. "All the fanfictions about me correctly predict it…" Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. "What? You read fanfictions?" she asked loudly. "I've only read a few… they were somewhat accurate and somewhat not, but mostly fun. And surprisingly well-written."
"Hey guys, congrats!"
Chris and Y/N turned to look at the lone waitress and the receptionist. "Thanks! Just don't tell anyone, okay? People will come in mobs to kill me," Y/N snorted. "Come on, we've been hiding our relationship for a long time now, what's one more?" The waitress and the receptionist shared smirks. "Wait what? You're…?"
"Gay!"
"That's awesome!" Chris guffawed as the receptionist and the waitress shared a kiss. "I wish you both well," Y/N beamed at them. "As us, you!" the waitress grinned.
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"Y/N, I have to ask you something…" The rain had now cleared up, almost 3 hours later. Y/N, Chris and Dodger were now preparing to leave. "What is it?" She looked at him. "Tell Oliver you're not meeting him today." She good-naturedly rolled her eyes and took out her phone. "Okay, I'll tell him in front of you so you'd finally leave me alone."
"Babe, we're dating now, I'm never gonna leave you alone," he smirked. "Okay, you sap." She texted Oliver hi, I won't be able to make it today, I'm sorry :( and kept her phone away. "I am a sap and proud of it. Anyway, wanna come over later?" She considered her options. "I'll get Zeus from my sister's, change my clothes and be at your place soon, okay? Just text me your address."
"Great! Bye!"
"Chris, don't—" Too late, he gave her a quick kiss before she could remind him they were in public. As they walked in the opposite direction, Y/N shook her head.
No way today had just happened.
But it had.
And by God was it amazing.
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DIVE : Part 2
<Part 1>
Pairings: Jungkook x y/n, Yoongi x oc
Word Count: 4.4k
Description: Camping with your ex, sounds horrible right? The camping trip was planned and payed for long before y/n’s shitty boyfriend broke up with her. Her best friend Abby, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are there to make sure she has an amazing time. However, sharing a tent with a smoke show like Jungkook is bound to lead to some complications.
Warnings: Language, lap dance, streaking, alcohol use, dom!Jk, sub!yn, fingering.
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When you wake up the next morning, Jungkook is already gone. You quickly start to brush your hair and make yourself look somewhat presentable before anyone has the chance to see you. You brush your hair, putting it in a simple braid to the side. You shuffle though your bag of clothes pulling out a baggy t-shirt and another pair of jean shorts. You jump when you hear the zip of the tent as you’re pulling the shorts over your hips.
“Sup Sexy lady.” Abby sings as she barges inside, plopping down on the air mattress.
“Fuck, you scared me. I thought you were Jungkook,” You scold as you pull the shirt over your bralette.
“Wait,” she sits up and looks around with a disgusted look on her face, “Should I be on this mattress?”
“Oh my god. We definitely didn’t sleep together if that’s what you’re implying.” You roll your eyes as you fold Jungkook’s blanket.
Abby’s lower lip jets out, “But why not.” She pretends to wipe a tear away.
“Uhm, idk maybe because I haven’t even talked to the dude.”
“Well… Kook, Tae, Jimin and Yoongi all want to go Horseback riding if you,” She wiggles her eyebrows, “would like to talk to ‘the dude’,” She rolls her eyes as she quotes me.
“And you’re ex is doing something with his group of douches.”
“Okay, that sounds fun.”
You both left the tent and met up with the boys who were waiting patiently for you by the SUV. When you got there you instantly noticed the way Jungkook’s eyes made their way up your body. When his eyes meet yours you quickly look away. Tae holds the door open for you as you approach, you slide in and he slides in after you.
“I almost punched your ex in the mouth last night.” Tae blurts out unexpectantly.
“What the fuck!” You gasp but you can’t help but laugh at the image of that. It’s definitely something you wouldn’t mind seeing. Tae starts to explain that after you had fallen asleep he came over to their beer pong game, and started to trash talk you.
“Kept saying that ‘it’s pathetic that she came to babysit me’ and shit like that. Like he deadass believes you’re here to win him back.” Tae’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
You take a deep breath, unsure of how to process the new information. If you were being honest, you didn’t think he thought about you at all. So for him to bring you up in conversation was a bit unexpected, and out of character. However, him claiming that you were there to ‘babysit him’ was something you could definitely hear him saying.
“You aren’t here to get him back are you?” Tae’s eyes widen as he looks over at you, “Because I definitely did not say nice things to him.” His presses his lips together thinking he might have fucked up.
“Are you kidding? No. Not a chance in hell.” You scoff.
“Good. You deserve better than that asshole, I can’t believe how close we used to be. Fuck… Jungkook was best friends with him when they were kids.” Jimin blurts out.
You slowly turn around to make eye contact with Jungkook. How did you not know this information. After being with Ben for nearly a year, you had no clue. Jungkook looks up at you raising his eyebrows and nodding as if to tell you that it was true, and definitely not something he liked to talk about.
“So, if you don’t like him, why do you guys hang out?” you ask the obvious question, hoping for a simply explanation.
“I mean, we’re still friends with people in his group of friends. So when we have big events, he’s always there,” Jimin explains he shrugs, “I guess we haven’t really thought about it much until now.”
You nod, looking out the window. You think about it and it makes sense. Anytime you went to a gathering, things were always awkward between Ben and the boys. Most of Ben’s friends would talk to them casually, and it was never awkward or uncomfortable. You remember Abby warning you before you were brainwashed into giving him a chance. She couldn’t give a reason to say no to him, you assumed because she didn’t know him well enough. Eventually she reasoned and backed off, telling you that she would support whatever decision you made.
After a short ride you finally arrive to the stables. You go inside and pay, then the instructors designate a horse for each person. The instructor brings over a beautiful grey horse, named Eve. You lightly pat her before your instructor helps you over. After everyone has mounted their horse, you start on the trail. Side by side, Yoongi was next to Abby, Tae next to Jimin, then Jungkook was next to you. The instructors were ahead and behind the group to make sure the horses were behaving properly.
The trail you chose was supposed to take you to the top of the mountain to a lookout. You definitely didn’t anticipate the rocky terrain, or the feeling that you would fall off the horse. After a few minutes you peak over when you hear a quiet laugh coming from Jungkook.
“What’s so funny?” you blurt out, still maintaining your stiff posture.
“Are you scared?” He looks over at you with a smirk plastered across his face.
“No,” You attempt to loosen your grip, instantly regretting the decision to do so, “and if I was, should you really be laughing at me?” You mumble breathlessly.
He giggles, “No. Probably not,” You watch him as he pushes his lips out in attempt to hide the apparent humor in his features, “Look, just relax. You’re not going to fall off.” He lets go of the harness and leans back. He wiggles his body to show you that it’s okay to move.
“Eve, you’re not gonna let y/n fall are you,” He leans forward asking your horse with a voice sweeter than honey, “Yeah, see… she said no. So just relax, babe.” He says calmly.
You giggle as he attempts to distract you, you don’t miss the way the nickname makes your body heat up, “Okay, okay,” you sit up and roll your neck, loosening your body one limb at a time, “this better? Do I look like a pro?” You giggle, you’re knuckles still white from your tight grip on harness.
He laughs hard this time, “Mhm, definitely a Pro. The cutest Horseback rider I’ve ever seen, that’s for sure.”
Your cheeks turn a deep shade of red and you try your hardest to maintain your composure.
“So you used to be best friends with Ben?” You ask quietly hopefully changing the subject.
He sighs loudly, looking off in the distance, “Unfortunately.” He responds quietly.
You nod, clearly not wanted to press on if he was uncomfortable. He clears his throat,
“Our parents were good friends. We stayed friends through school, until he slept with not 1, not 2, but 3 of my girlfriends.” He laughed to himself, shaking his head in disapproval, “And he would tell me, it wasn’t his fault my girls were such whores.” He mumbles.
You bite your lip, closing your eyes for just a moment. You couldn’t believe you wasted an entire year with someone as disgusting as him. You wondered if he cheated on you while you were with him. More than anything you were pissed that someone would do that to their so called friend. You couldn’t imagine the pain that must’ve cause Jungkook.
“That’s fucking awful, I’m sorry he did that.” You apologize even though you know it won’t mean anything.
“No its fine, just made me realize what a piece of shit he is. Just sucks we still have the same friend groups.”
“He is most definitely a piece of shit,” You chuckle, at least you can agree with that.
“Yeah I don’t know why someone like you even entertained someone like him for that long.”
All you hear him say is ‘someone like you’ and you need to know what that means. You pause before asking because you’re not sure you’re even ready to hear his answer.
“Someone like me?”
He smiles, “Yeah, you know. Someone smart, caring, down to earth, beautiful,” He pauses to look over at you, “the whole package, some might say.”
You look over at him in complete shock, you nod your head slowly looking for the words to follow up, but you can’t find them.
“Some might say?” You hear Tae laugh from the horse in front of you, “Bro, you’re the one that says that.”
Jungkook eyes him down and Tae knows that once they’re off of these horses his ass his grass.
You cant help but to laugh at the two boys, “I’m mean, I’m not sure I agree with that but… I can agree with the fact that we were definitely not a great match.”
Jungkook nods, his cheeks are rosy and you smile to yourself as you think about him getting embarrassed over Tae calling him out.
“Thanks for covering me up last night,” you whisper loud enough for Jungkook to hear. Not wanting to involve Tae and Jimin in our conversation they were clearly eves dropping on.
His cheeks turn impossibly rosier, “No problem, you looked cold.”
“I was,” you smile and he smiles back, “I should have taken you up on your offer to sleep on the air mattress with you, my back was fucked this morning.” You giggle
“So does that mean you’re going to let me cuddle with you tonight?” He asks without a beat.
The rosiness on his cheeks is gone, and dominant Jungkook is back and sending shock waves through your body once again.
“I guess it does.” You agree. You’d be crazy to say no to him. The fact that all you could think about as you slept was cuddling with him didn’t help either.
You finally get to the top of the mountain, and you watch everyone dismount their horses with ease. Jungkook get off and brushes his hair out of his eyes as he walks over to you. He holds his hand out for you to take. When you swing your leg over, he takes you in his arms and set you on the ground. His face a few inches from yours you wonder what would happen if you just closed the gap and let your lips touch. His eyes look from yours down to your lips as if he’s considering the same thing. He brings his hand up to your cheek, cupping it for a moment before he brushes something away along your cheek bone.
“You had some dirt.” He smirks, yet his hand doesn’t leave your face.
“Could you two keep it in your pants for a few more hours?” you hear Jimin whining from the lookout. You both pull away and laugh as you start walking towards the group. Abby pulls beers out of her backpack passing them out to everyone. You know you probably shouldn’t considering you haven’t eaten but you know she’ll call you out if you don’t. Every part of your body wants to look at Jungkook, wants to know if he’s looking at you.
After the instructors take a group picture of you all at the lookout, you get back on your horses and head back to the stables. Tae and Jimin decided to lead a sing-along on the way back, which you were thankful for. You needed time to process all the flirting between you and Jungkook. You clearly didn’t mind it but, part of your brain was screaming to slow down. Jungkook seemed like someone you could actually fall in love with and that scared the fuck out of you. You didn’t even feel that way the entire time you were with Ben, which was even scarier. The thought of you and Jungkook cuddling tonight makes you feel things you haven’t felt in a long time. A mixture of nerves and excitement confusing your brain. Hopefully, the rest of the day would ease your mind about the decision you already made.
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A few hours later you’re all sitting around the campfire. Ben and his group of friends return from their activities and you instantly begin drinking more than you should. Each drop of tequila making your brain a little fuzzier. Jungkook walks over to you, with a shot of tequila and a hot dog.
You’re eyes widen as notice the shot, “For me!?” you squeal reaching out for the shot of tequila, only to be smacked on the hand.
“No, you need to eat before you have more Tequila,” he chuckles as he hands you the hotdog. You roll your eyes dramatically.
“You’re no fun, Kookie,” You pout and you take note of the way the nickname makes him blush. You want to make him blush like that a million times more. You wonder what other nicknames make him blush.
“Awe princess, I can be fun. I promise.” He reassured you, licking his lips as he puts the shot of Tequila to his lips and tilts his head back. You know you’re staring but you can’t help it. Everything about him was pulling you in. You turn away and you eat the hotdog because he was right. You choose to ignore the fact that he paid enough attention to know that you needed to eat something. The fact that he paid that much attention at all was mind blowing to you.
As you finish eating, one of the girls that’s in Ben’s group of friends starts a game of truth or dare. She demands that everyone has to play, instantly making your roll your eyes. Abby pulls her chair up next to yours, Yoongi, Tae, and Jimin follow her lead. Jungkook decides to sit on your left. The girl who starts the game, decides she’ll go first and she picks Lucas, daring him to kiss another one of the girls in the group. You groan knowing exactly where this was heading. Tae gets picked and chooses dare, they dare him run into the river naked. You gasp when he instantly rips his shorts and shirt off and runs towards the river. Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi laugh so hard they can’t breath. You and Abby look at each other wide eyed when you realize why Tae wasn’t nervous about being naked. He returns from the dare, everyone gives him a round a applause and he bows after he slides his shorts back on. He looks around the campfire and it takes you off guard when you hear your name roll off of his tongue.
You almost forget you’re playing a game, you nervously look around to see Ben clearly talking about you to one of his friends. Which only pisses you off, “Dare.” You decide confidently.
Devilish doesn’t even begin to describe the mischievous look that paints Tae’s face.
“I dare you…” His eyes flick over to Jungkook, “give Jungkook a lap dance.”
All you hear are gasps and laughter from the people you barely know. You’re heart starts to pound, but the Tequila coursing through your veins is forcing you out of your seat. Tae pulls out his phone and plays F&MU by Kehlani without being asked, almost as if he’s had this planned all along. You take a deep breath and you position yourself in front of Jungkook. He smirks lifting one brow, almost as if challenging you.
You place one leg on either side of his lap, you lean back rolling your hips forwards. He licks his lips looking down at you. The people around you start to cheer you on, hoping to get more from you. You lean forward still grinding into him, kissing his neck and making your way up to the spot just below his ear. You stand up as the chorus starts and you turn around, sitting back down on his lap. You lean back into him as you take his hands, sliding them down your body. You slowly grind to the beat of the song. You giggle as you hear multiple people yell ‘get a room’ jokingly. Jungkook, pulls you into him close placing a kiss to your neck before helping you get off of him and back to your seat. You compose yourself enough to ask Jimin truth or dare, he picks truth, and you bite at your lip as you decide what to ask him.
“Who is the sexiest person here?” You smirk already anticipating his answer.
He bites his lip as he thinks on his answer, laughing to himself when he decides, “After watching you give that lap dance and Tae skinny dip, I think it’s a tie.” He admits with laughter.
Everyone starts to laugh and agree, which instantly made you shy. The game was fun and you’re glad you played. Until one of the girls picks Ben, who of course picks dare. You take a deep breath, and Jungkook’s hand brushes yours. You don’t need to look at him to know that this was his way of comforting you.
She dares Ben to take a body shot off of her. You watch in disgust as he licks up her body in familiar way, and makes out with her longer than necessary. You want to feel unphased by it. You wished you didn’t feel anything at all. You’re heart starts to ache as you watch him pull her into his lap when he’s finished. You breathe easy thinking the worst was over, until he chooses another girl to give him a lap dance as a dare.
You instantly turn away watching the girl awkwardly squirm on top of your ex. Suddenly you feel yourself being yanked out of your seat. A large tattooed hand pulling your towards the table of drinks.
“I think you earned that shot.” Jungkook smirks at you as he pours two shots, handing you one and taking one for himself. He taps his shot to yours and you both shoot it back. The game starts to die off and everyone starts to split up into their groups. Some people head to their tents to take care of the built-up sexual tension the game caused. You stay up for about another hour drinking with Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook. Jimin being a drunk and giggly mess, and Tae being way too loud for how late it was.
“Okay boys, I really need to sleep,” you stand up and Tae tries pulling you back down to him, you giggle as you shake him off, “you should go to sleep too!” You yell as you walk towards the tent. You unzip the tent and bed over to slide inside. You sit on Jungkook’s blow up mattress as you slide your shirt over your head, and your pants off your legs. You reach for the shirt on top of your backpack, knowing that it was Jungkooks. You smirk to yourself as you put it on. Maybe you were poking the bear but really you just hated to wear pants when you slept and his shirt was long enough to be a dress. You pull your pillow and your sleeping bag to the mattress as you lay down. Maybe 15 minutes later Jungkook is unzipping the tent to join you. You see that he has two bottles of water and Aspirin. You’re stomach gets that familiar feeling again, realizing that for the second time today, he’s thinking about your needs.
“Sit up.” He demands and you listen, “So obedient.” He rasps, instantly making you press your legs together. You roll your eyes as he hands you two pills and a bottle of water.
“Drink a lot of that, okay?” He points in your direction; you start to chug it giving him a thumbs up. He tilts his head to the side giggling quietly. He crawls to the place beside you on the air mattress. Laying on his side, his arm propping him up with his head resting his hand.
You finish most of the water, and you set it to the side of the mattress knowing you would wake up with a dry mouth. Jungkook watches as you unzip the sleeping bag to make it big enough to cover the both of you. He smiles when he realizes what you’re doing. You lay down on your back, trying not the think about what might happen in the next few minutes. The air mattress bounces lightly as he closes the small gap between you and him. His fingers tug at the hem of his shirt on your body.
“Comfy?” He raises his eyebrows and you instantly blush. You nod your head so delicately, almost begging him not to be mad at you.
“I’m glad, I could definitely get used to seeing you in my clothes.” His voice is quiet and soft and it melts you like butter. His fingers slide up to your jaw and he gently tugs your face so that you’re looking at him. You swallow hard when your eyes meet his lust filled ones. Without even thinking you’re lifting your lips to his. His hand wraps behind your head lacing into your hair as his lips meet yours. The kiss is slow and you can tell he’s teasing you. You bring his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a low growl from him.
He pulls back and he starts to suck and kiss his way down your neck. You can’t help the moans that leave your lips. Each kiss he left felt like a tiny jolt of electricity. His fingers brush the spot on your thigh just below your (his) t-shirt. He slides the t-shirt up until he can see the top of your panties. His tongue runs along his lower lip and his eyes get heavy. You buck your hips up against his hand, you need him to touch you. You feel his chest as he laughs at your impatience.
“So needy,” He looks back at you, with a smirk playing on his lip, “What do you want, baby? Use your words.” He encouraged before kissing your lips softly.
“Please touch me.” He smiles as his hand ducks under the hem of your panties.
His middle finger presses against your clit with a feather light touch, making you want to scream already. He nudges your head with his nose so he can have full access to your neck. His fingers starts to circle softly around your clit before slowly running through your wetness. You know you’re wet, honestly you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your life. Jungkook groans as one of his fingers slides inside you.
“So fucking wet for me princess.”
You have to cover your mouth when he switches from one finger to two. His thumb dancing on your clit as he slides in and out of you. You sit up on your elbows watching him, turning every few seconds to bite at his jaw bone.
“Feels so good,” You moan into ear, he adds another finger.
You throw your head back, your back arching off of the mattress as he hits all the right spots. You’re body is hot and it feels like a coil inside of you is about to snap, you don’t stop the moan that falls from your lips.
“Come on pretty girl, cum for me.” He begs and you do, you nearly scream as you come apart on his fingers. He slows down and lets you ride out your high. He brings his fingers to his mouth to clean them, and the sight alone makes you wet all over again. You bite your lip when you realize he’s rock hard beneath his lose basketball shorts. You start to reach out for it but he laces his fingers with yours instead. You look up at him with the saddest face, full pout and scrunched up eyebrows, like someone just told you your dog died. He tries not to but he has to chuckle.
“I want you in my mouth.” You whine.
He laughs as he lays on his back, pulling you to his chest to cuddle. You look up at him with wide eyes.
“Why won’t you let me? You don’t want me to?”
His eyes get big and he takes your cheeks in between his hands, “Of course I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he coos with a kiss to your nose, “but I want you to be sober before we do anything else.”
You know that you’re not nearly as drunk as he thinks you are, but still it’s refreshing to have a man consider your mental space before his own sexual needs. Again, something you had never experienced.
You lay your head down on his chest, and his fingers work their way through your hair. Gently massaging your scalp. You couldn’t understand why everything he did made your body react in a way that was unknown. Maybe because you had never been with someone where there was actually chemistry. You feel his finger under your chin, as your head is pulled up to look at him. He cups your cheek, lightly brushing your cheekbone with his thumb. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he loved you. That’s how he looked at you. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the post orgasmic bliss, but that’s what you felt. You swear he feels it too.
He swallows hard before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “You’re the most beautiful thing, I’ve ever seen in my life.” He whispers with adoring eyes. You instantly look away, feeling the tears starting to form in your eyes. He wipes one away as it falls down your cheek.
“What’s wrong? I shouldn’t have said that?” He questions himself and you shake your head quickly. He was wrong, so wrong.
“No, I just…” you inhale trying to decide how to word what you were feeling, “I don’t think anyone’s ever talked to me like that.”
He nods, and you see anger cross his features for a moment and then leans back, his hand running up and down your spine. You lay your head back on his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat lure you into a deep sleep. “He’s a piece of shit for not realizing how incredible you are, I hope you know that.” He whispers.
You let out a quiet sigh in agreement, falling asleep a few moments later.
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FIC: Drifters ch.3 (spicyhoney)
Summary: Stretch asked Edge where his newest acquisition came from. Time for explanations.
Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones
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That Morning
The first task Edge had to accomplish was trying very hard not to vomit. No matter how he tried to brace for it, going through one of his brother’s shortcuts always sent his equilibrium into a tailspin that left him retching on his knees at the other side.
Red only stepped to the side, mouth curling in distaste. “bro, you ever gone get over that? seriously, it’s embarrassing to have you yakking on your boots whenever we need a quick exit."
"Fuck off,” Edge rasped out, gagging back another heave. He took a slow, deep breath, another, and then staggered back to his feet, “If you’d care to quit bitching about my issues with motion sickness and tell me why you brought me here, we can get this over with. Where are we, anyw—” He paused, for the first time getting a good look at their surroundings.
That morning, Edge wasn’t halfway through checking the traplines when his brother appeared, stepping out from nowhere directly in front of him as he never did. For once, his sharp, careless grin was absent and in its place were clenched teeth and grim words. “got something i need to show you, boss.”
Edge hadn’t hesitated to go with him. Much as his brother appreciated a terrible joke or a worse prank, Edge trusted him with his life and that unusual seriousness left him equal parts reluctantly intrigued and worried.
A few hasty steps, a shortcut, and a bout of nausea later, and Edge was beginning to rethink that trust.
He whirled around and asked in a furious whisper, “Have you lost your moronic little mind?”
“nah,” Red shrugged, rolling his shoulders lazily and turned to walk down a long, dimly lit hallway. “no more than usual, anyway. c’mon, this way.”
There was little choice but to follow him. Overhead, the fluorescent bulbs sputtered and flickered, flashes of lightning from a manufactured storm illuminating the trash and filth that lined the walls, giving them a setting that was perhaps better suited for the horror movies that Papyrus was so fond of. The comparison wasn’t far off; no sane Monster came anywhere near Alphys’s lab, which would certainly explain why his brother brought them here. It must be something like insanity on both their parts, on Red for coming and Edge for staying.
Edge followed after his brother with carefully silent steps. He wasn't worried about Alphys seeing them on her cameras, they never seemed to work around Red, but that wouldn't help them if she walked right in on them as she investigated some careless noise.
Red didn’t seem to have the same compunction; his sneakers trod heavily, untied laces dragging through the filth. His rough chuckle seemed to echo around them, carrying them along, “heh, you know what’s funny? i still know my way around in here. can’t remember where i put my fucking wallet most days, but an internal map of this shitheap, i got no problems. funny how some things stick.” He kicked aside a moldy ramen cup, a fouled plastic spoon skittering out of it. “i keep tabs on ol’ al, you know. i ain’t sticking my neck out, but i like to keep my nose hole poked into whatever she’s been gettin’ up to down here. just lately, she's been going through the old scientist’s shit, tryin’ to recreate some of his old experiments.”
“She’s been doing that for years,” Edge said, low. “What changed?”
Red stopped outside the door and an unexpected shudder went through his small frame, the rattle of his bones muffled beneath his heavy jacket. He straightened before Edge could so much as lay a concerned hand on his shoulder, twisting out of his reach with a casual indifference that was almost believable. “yeah, well, it ain’t the core she’s been workin’ on.”
Behind that door, the room was lit by a single bare bulb and in its incandescent glow, Edge could see several large, glass tubes filled with some sort of thick liquid lining the back wall, with wiring and pipes spidering out from them and across the ceiling. Beneath the bulb itself was a long steel table, starkly empty except for the unremarkable heavy cardboard box sitting directly in the middle of it. Red gestured sharply at it, though he didn’t approach it himself, and warily, Edge stepped forward to peer inside.
He caught his breath against the raw, painful lurch in his soul, a brief moment of sharp pain that left behind a peculiar numbness inside him.
Inside the box was a skeleton, so small that the perfect curve of its skull could easily be held in the palm of a hand. Its bones were bare, gleaming a soft ivory in the garish overhead light, its sockets were closed—no, her sockets, from the revealing arch of her pelvis. A female, a girl, a child, sleeping naked and alone in a dank room in a hidden, underground lab.
Edge’s gaze drifted over her, absorbing every detail, from the tiniest fingerbones and their delicate joints to the breadth of her small feet. His gaze caught on her lowest rib and held there, frozen. There, engraved on her tiny, fragile bone, was a number, fresh and chalky-white, particles of dust still clinging to it. Unthinkingly, Edge reached out to touch it with a shaking fingertip, his glove whispering across the bone, and he could nearly hear her screams of pain as an indifferent scientist carved their mark into her, as if she was nothing more than another piece of equipment, something new to break.
She stirred, her tiny face scrunching and her little legs drawing up as she mewled a protest, perhaps against his touch on the still-raw wound or perhaps against her callous nakedness, considering that there was a blanket carelessly tossed over the side of the box.
Edge picked up the blanket and something fell out of it as he did, landing at his feet. He bent over to retrieve it, saw what it was. A dingy little gown, thin from repeated washings, one that had surely been used before years ago,
(please let it be years ago)
The numbness in his soul was fading and what it left behind was something else entirely. Edge gritted his teeth hard enough to taste dust and gingerly slipped the gown on the baby, covering her bareness. Then he cautiously wrapped her in the blanket, swaddling her tightly, and gently settling her, still asleep, into the curve of his arm.
Behind him, Red shifted uncomfortably, his shoes squeaking on the tile floor. “boss? what are you do—?”
He broke off on a shout, jumping back as the first attack swept through the room. Heavy glass shattered, as loud as a gunshot, a flood of foul liquid gushing from the broken tubes even as Edge summoned another attack, another, equipment sparking and shrieking beneath the onslaught of jagged, blood-red bones.
“what the fuck are you doing!?" Red screamed, but Edge wasn’t listening. He couldn’t, all he could hear was the child screaming in his head as a number was carved into her, scarring her permanently, marking her as not her own.
‘S-3’
In one corner, a curl of rising smoke turned into a flame, yellow tongues licking at the trash surrounding them greedily. Smoke was filling the room, alarms beginning to blare as Edge turned on his heel and walked out.
“boss,” Red moaned out, nearly jogging to keep up with Edge’s long-legged stride. “you’ve lost your everfucking mind.” But his mouth began to curl, a savage grin spreading across his face as he summoned his own attack, bones flying through the air and there was nothing but broken glass, the alarms, and the steadily growing fire.
"we're gonna fucking die," Red grumbled as they made their way through the long hallways. But he followed along, wreaking his own destruction along the way.
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“…and then we came here,” Edge finished. He didn’t look at Stretch, not at all sure what he would see in his face. Disgust, perhaps, for his lack of control, or horror that he very nearly led that world right here to the Swap brother’s doorstep. Better to look at the child, who was sleeping soundly in her little pillow nest. None of this was her fault, least of all her own creation, but it was all because of her, nonetheless.
What came from Stretch was a question so far from his expectations that at first, Edge couldn’t quite comprehend it. “so what’s her name?”
Edge’s head jerked up and he could only look at him blankly. He didn’t even realize his mouth was open until Stretch reached over and gently closed it with a nudge to his chin. He didn’t pull away, only looked at the baby out of the corner of his socket, her rounded little face relaxed in sleep and her small hands closed in lax fists. Nothing like a name came to him, she was only the child, a baby, how could he possibly…?
Perhaps his growing agitation showed on his face. The knuckle on his chin turned into a light touch on his cheekbone, drawing his gaze back to Stretch. “don’t worry,” Stretch said lightly, “there’s no rush on that. we’ll put our heads together and think of something.”
“She's my responsibility,” Edge blurted thoughtlessly, “This was my choice.” He winced even as he said it; it was true, but it wasn’t what he meant, he didn’t know how to say what he meant. This was his responsibility, his burden, but to call an innocent child a burden aloud was too repugnant to consider.
Stretch only nodded. "yep, she’s all yours, no one is taking her away.” Those simple words eased some of the agitation rising inside Edge, even as Stretch tilted his head to the side, offering him a lopsided smile, “that doesn't mean you have to slap away any helping hands, edgelord.”
“I…yes. You're right,” Edge exhaled shakily, reminding himself that he already owed Stretch a great deal, with more debt to come. “Thank you.”
“you don’t need to thank me for this. in fact, i really wish you wouldn’t,” Stretch climbed to his feet with a groan, pressing both hands into the small of his back as he lived up to his namesake, his joints letting out a satisfying series of pops. “c’mon, you should lay down. get some sleep, you look like hammered shit.”
Edge couldn’t help a faint chuckle. “Flatterer.”
“sexy hammered shit,” Stretch amended. “Come on.”
To Edge’s surprise, Stretch gently scooped up the sleeping baby, who never stirred, only snuggled into his arms as Stretch made his way upstairs to his bedroom. It was suspiciously clean; before all this Edge had been planning on visiting tonight and he could only look at the crisp, clean sheets with a sort of exhausted wistfulness that they would not be used as intended.
Stretch didn’t seem bothered to see his hard work go to waste. He flipped back the top blanket and settled the baby on the mattress, close to the wall. “hop in, edgelord, naptime.”
Realization that Stretch intended him to sleep with the child came slowly, and when it did, Edge took half a step back, balking, “What if I roll over on her? I could hurt her!”
Stretch snorted and shook his head. “you? don’t think so. me, maybe, but i so much as wiggle my big toe when we sleep together and you snap to attention. you’ll be fine, we’ll figure something else out later. c’mon, big guy, strip,” Stretch said teasingly, sweeping a hand across the sheets, “time for bed.”
“Don’t talk like that in front of the baby,” Edge grumbled, but he hesitantly obeyed, kicking off his boots and stripping down to his trousers. He left those on, it felt strange to sleep naked in someone else’s bed when they weren’t in it. His glare begged for Stretch to comment but he said nothing, only helped tuck the blankets around them as Edge settled in, being sure to keep a wary safe distance from the sleeping child before closing his own weary sockets.
“sleep well,” Stretch said, softly, and there was a soft brush across Edge’s forehead, like the shadow of a kiss. Soft footsteps made their way across the carpet, but Edge didn’t hear them. Despite his fears, he was asleep before Stretch even made it to the door.
tbc
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presenting the weirdest and crackiest but also fluffiest shit i’ve ever written, i bring you nearly 5k words of riconti snail au snippets. if you haven’t seen @skllyr‘s adorable art about them, you should!
ship: felix x ace
warnings: none
word count: 4850
Felix X Ace: Love is stored in the snail
Ace Visconti thought he’d seen it all; from lavish spectacles of prestigious poker tournaments to the dangerous underworld he inevitably ended up involved with, and finally to a realm where the laws of nature meant nothing and death wasn’t permanent.
But what eventually takes the cake for Weirdest Shit Ace Has Ever Seen isn’t one of the otherworldly monsters hunting him or seeing one of his numerous wounds heal up right before his eyes; it’s a snail.
A goddamn snail.
It just appears at the campfire one day, sitting on top of a medkit Dwight reaches for and causing the boy to yelp in surprise once he sees the small stowaway.
Ace doesn’t quite understand why everyone is suddenly so eager to take a closer look at a random slug instead of hearing one of his exciting and totally-not-embellished stories, but he joins the small commotion forming around the snail nonetheless.
And then he suddenly sees why. The snail not only has an eye-catching light blue shell with a gaudy flamingo pattern on it, it’s also dressed up in tiny sunglasses and a baseball cap between its antennas. Ace looks down at his own pastel blue flamingo sweater and fidgets self-consciously with his shades, wondering whether he should bring up the uncanny likeness—
“Is it just me, or does the snail look Ace?” Laurie asks, glancing between Ace and the bug with furrowed eyebrows.
“No, I… definitely see a resemblance,” Dwight says.
“What should we name it?” Claudette asks.
“I mean it's a snail that looks like Ace, so… Snace?” Nea suggests.
“Snace it is!” Meg decides, snickering at Ace’s misfortune.
“I'm glad you're having fun,” Ace snorts, glaring at the snail for stealing his spotlight.
The girls hurry to make a home for the snail in the medkit, which Ace finds all kinds of ridiculous. They give it some bandages and twigs to hide and "play" in, whatever the fuck that means for a snail, and Claud gives it edible flowers to nibble on.
Ace tries his best to ignore the snail, but when he gets back from a trial and sees some of the group passing it between their hands and taking turns to hold it, he can’t help watching them.
It’s Dwight’s turn now, their leader cradling the snail in his hands and looking way too happy with the situation.
“Do you want to try?” Dwight asks, noticing Ace's staring.
“Uhh… sure," Ace says, not having the heart to ruin everyone’s good mood. He goes to grab the snail from Dwight's hand, lifting it by the obnoxiously colored shell—
“Not like that, you absolute moron!” Jake snaps, slapping Ace's hand away. “You're going to hurt him. You need to slide him off, not lift upwards,” Jake explains, showing how to do it, plopping the snail down on Ace's hand.
It's… slimy and kind of gross. The snail seems confused, feeling around with its antennas. And then, it slowly starts to slither forward.
“It's kinda cute,” Ace realizes, watching the little snail face with its little shades. It's the coolest snail he's ever seen for sure, but he wouldn't expect anything less from his doppelgänger. “You go, little guy,” Ace encourages the snail, poking it gently on its shell in encouragement. The snail wobbles a bit, and then its tiny face turns to look at Ace, and—
“Ew, it pooped on me!” Ace realizes and Dwight chokes on a laugh while Jake smirks smugly and removes Snace from his hand. Ace could just be imagining it, but the snail looks way too pleased with himself.
Other survivors join and, sooner or later, everyone except Ace seems to fall in love with Snace.
“He's just like Ace,” their newest teammate, Kate, comments.
“What's that supposed to mean, Sunshine?” Ace challenges playfully.
“He's a little slimey but everyone still loves him!” Kate smiles brightly and Ace’s witty comeback dies on his tongue at the unexpected heartfelt remark.
And eventually, when their small group has expanded to over twenty people, there's Felix.
And no matter how hard he tries, Ace can’t help sneaking glances at the serious German.
He’s tall. Blond. Handsome. Rich. Smart. Did he say handsome?
Oh, and Felix hates Snace.
“This is our pet snail, Snace!” Steve introduces with an excited grin while giving Felix the tour of their modest campgrounds.
“A… snail?” Felix frowns.
“Yeah! Do you wanna hold him?” Steve asks, already reaching his hand into the medkit.
“No!” Felix recoils away, before seeming to collect himself. “I'm, um… not a pet person.”
Ace tries (and fails) not to take it personally that Felix finds Snace to be repulsive and will just scoff and roll his eyes whenever the others discuss him.
What the hell is his problem, anyway?
And then, something never before seen happens; they get another snail.
“Guys!” Cheryl runs into camp, looking out of breath and cradling something in her hands. “Look what I found!”
Ace goes to look right along with the others, and in the girl’s hands is a pale snail with a dark blue shell and a pattern resembling a suit collar on its neck. It doesn't have fashionable accessories like Snace, but there’s a tiny briefcase next to it.
“Oh my god! He's so cute!” Meg squeals, making the snail retract into its shell in fear.
“Aww, he's shy!” Kate coos.
“Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?” Nea suddenly says with a grin, glancing between Felix and the snail.
Several heads turn in the German's direction, taking in his dark blue suit and pale complexion.
“…What?” Felix asks, just as standoffish as ever.
“Snelix!” Nea exclaims proudly.
When several others join in to cheer and chant Snelix’s name, Felix just sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in a gesture that screams "end me".
Everyone is eager to introduce Snelix to Snace, gathering around the medkit, even forcing Felix to watch.
“Look, Snace! A new friend!” Cheryl says, gently plopping Snelix down into the medkit.
Snace immediately starts slithering toward him, while Snelix just seems confused, rooted in place.
“Aww! He's excited!” Dwight smiles.
Snace reaches out his snail whiskers in a greeting, and Snelix recoils, slinking a little into his shell.
“Oh, he's nervous!” Kate coos. “Don't worry doll, Snace is nice.”
As if sensing the woman's words, Snelix cautiously comes out of his shell, hesitantly reaching out an antenna.
“There you go, bud!” Ace encourages his snailself. “Take it slow, don't scare him away.”
He glances at Felix, standing at the edge of the group with his arms crossed. If only people had it as easy as snails—
“Oh, god!” Nancy exclaims in disgust, making Ace look back at the snails.
And seeing Snace groping Snelix with his antennas while backing him into a corner.
“Hey!” Ace chastices. “What did I just say!?”
“Someone save him!” Laurie urges, but it seems Snelix can take care of himself, turning around and slinking up the medkit’s wall.
“Aww, he's running away,” Steve pouts.
“Good,” Felix huffs quietly from behind the group, and Ace pretends not to hear him.
He also pretends that the comment doesn't sting, after trying and failing to get through the German's cold exterior for weeks.
Quentin tries to give Snelix one of his medkits to give him a place to live, but Snelix refuses to go in until it's cleaned up.
“What a little snob,” Quentin snorts.
“Yeah, how weird is that,” Yui smirks and glances at Felix in a way that’s definitely not subtle.
Felix just scoffs and crosses his arms but, thankfully, doesn’t take the bait.
“Guys, I think Snace is depressed,” Meg says one day, looking into the medkit with a frown.
“He's not even eating!” Claudette adds worriedly.
“Maybe he's dying of old age,” Feng snarks.
“I heard that,” Ace shoots back without any real heat. The snail isn't the only one who is feeling under the weather, Felix ignoring him for the last few days taking a toll on his confidence.
“What if he misses Snelix?” Cheryl frowns.
“Maybe we should try to introduce them again!” Steve exclaims.
“No way,” Yui says. “Just because they're both snails doesn't mean they have to be friends.”
“Yeah, let's at least give Snelix some time to settle in first,” Jeff suggests.
“Oh shit! Help!” Nea shouts not long after their previous conversation.
“What's wrong?” Jane asks worriedly, immediately going into mom-mode.
“Snelix is gone!” Nea says, showing them the empty med-kit.
Is only takes those three words for the entire camp to erupt into panic.
“NOBODY STEP ANYWHERE!” Jane commands.
Thus commences the search for Snelix, with everyone participating and even Felix looking surprisingly worried.
They eventually find Snelix is Snace's medkit, where they're just sitting next to each other munching on some leaves.
“Aww! He walked all the way to his friend!” Kate beams.
“Look how cute they are together!” Cheryl smiles.
Ace feels his face heating up upon seeing the snails' close proximity. It almost looks like they're sitting next to each other cuddling while sharing a meal. He can't believe Snelix would actually come around, not to mention go through all that trouble to be with Snace. Someone probably put him there, but nobody fesses up.
“Are they k-kissing?” Dwight squeaks in surprise when the snails seem to interrupt their meal just long enough to move their tiny whiskers together.
“They're snails,” Zarina deadpans.
“Most likely just conversing,” Adam adds.
“I'm so glad they're getting along now!” Claudette sighs in relief.
“Bro… what if we kissed? And we're both snails?” Feng says, propping her elbows up on a tree stump to watch the snails together.
“Best snails forever,” Meg grins, joining the gamer.
Ace discreetly clears his throat and mentally kicks himself for being jealous of goddamn snails. Even if him and Felix are getting along better day for day, Ace doesn't have any illusions that he’ll ever get to kiss the handsome architect.
Still, a man can dream.
The snails seem happy to share a living space together and the next day, Ace even catches Felix observing them curiously.
“It's funny how well our snails get along now,” Ace says conversationally, coming up beside Felix.
“I'm not that surprised,” Felix says, looking at the snails climbing over each other and seeming to play together. “Looks like he just needed a little push,” Felix says bashfully.
And something in Ace's head clicks at the comment.
“Were you the one who put him there?” Ace asks, and Felix immediately clears his throat self-consciously.
“I just wanted to try it,” Felix explains. “Maybe it would go better, since everything wasn't so new and people weren't staring. And it worked out.”
Are… are they still talking about the snails? Or their own, slowly blossoming friendship?
“He's been alone for so long,” Felix continues, looking back to the snails now sharing a piece of cucumber. “He deserves to be happy.”
Felix smiles an adorable little smile and Ace realizes in just how deep shit he is with his stupid crush on the man.
“I've never seen Snace so happy,” Ace agrees. “Just look at his smug little face.”
“I thought he always looked happy,” Felix remarks.
Ace fights himself for a moment, debating on whether he should be honest or not, or if he's read the situation completely wrong.
“Maybe he's never had a real friend before,” Ace says, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Felix glancing at him, but doesn't dare look away from the snails.
And then one day…
“Woah—what's wrong with the snails?” Steve calls from the medkit, Claudette immediately rushing closer to check.
And then the botanist gasps in shock and everyone else hurries there too.
“What happened—oh. Oh,” Quentin says, face flushing red, and Ace peers over the teen's shoulder to…
See the snails in the middle of snail sex.
“They're fucking,” Nea states matter-of-factly.
“Yes Nea we can see that,” Laurie hisses, face pink from embarrassment.
“Wot the—they're both blokes, innit?!” David seems confused.
“Snails are hermaphrodites,” Adam points out.
“Gay snails!” Feng exclaims cheerfully.
“It's not gay if they're—” Adam tries again.
“If what, they don't make eye contact?” Feng snickers right back.
“No, I mean if they have both male and female reproductive organs,” Adam explains, looking embarrassed now.
Ace glances at Felix and sees him staring at the snails with his mouth pressed into a thin line.
But… he's also blushing.
“Gay snails! Gay snails!” Feng, disregarding Adam's explanation, starts chanting.
Jane and Laurie eventually have to pull some of the more eager onlookers away by their ears to give the snails some privacy.
One day, Felix returns from a trial and walks to Bill’s spot a little outside camp to return a map he borrowed earlier.
He never makes it that far, because he spots Ace out in the woods, looking much more focused than Felix has ever seen as he fiddles with something in his hands. Ace doesn’t even notice him approaching, and Felix takes the opportunity to freely stare at the man who’s been slowly but surely occupying more and more of his thoughts.
Ace’s sunglasses are pushed up into his hair and his tongue is poking out in concentration, and it’s completely beyond Felix’s understanding how someone can manage to look both so handsome and utterly ridiculous.
“What are you doing?” Felix asks, and Ace’s head instantly snaps up to look at him in surprise.
“I’m, uh…” Ace falters for once in his life, lowering his hands to hide whatever he was up to, but Felix catches the glint of something metallic.
“Is that a needle? Do you need stitches?” Felix asks, not failing to hide the concern in his voice.
“No, I—” Ace starts, but then falters and sighs in defeat. “Promise not to tell anyone.”
He doesn’t wait for Felix’s reply before reaching his hand forward, opening his palm to show Felix…
A tiny pink baseball cap with a thread and needle attached.
“For… Snace?” Felix asks, struggling to take in the information that, somehow, this flamboyant loudmouth is making clothes for his pet snail.
“He deserves a proper wardrobe, okay?” Ace huffs jokingly but pulls the project closer to himself defensively.
It’s surprisingly… endearing.
“I didn’t know you sewed,” Felix says instead of voicing his embarrassing thoughts.
“Yeah, well, it comes in handy,” Ace points out. “Can’t tell you how many times I had to patch up a shirt after I barely escaped the cop—uh, competition,” Ace catches himself, grinning sheepishly.
Felix raises a curious eyebrow but doesn’t push the topic. Instead, an idea forms in his head that he can’t help expressing.
“Could you make a scarf for Snelix?” Felix says, and almost instantly regrets asking after realizing how stupid that sounds.
But it makes Ace perk up in interest, and soon a wide grin is spreading over the gambler’s face.
“Sure, I can do that!” Ace beams. “Why a scarf, though?”
Felix is already opening his mouth to say because he loves scarves, but thankfully is able to stop himself.
“They’re stylish,” he says instead.
“Well well well, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were starting to like the little slimy bastards,” Ace grins.
“They might be growing on me,” Felix admits with just the barest hint of a smirk.
Hopefully Ace realizes he doesn’t mean just the snails.
One evening, Ace is sitting by himself, looking at Snace and Snelix living their best life.
They eat a little bit of some of the flowers Claudette gave them earlier, before Snelix turns around to leave and Snace immediately follows him. They slither away to a secluded corner, laying next to each other and doing their little snail kisses, until Snelix eventually slumps and flattens to the ground, seeming to fall asleep. Snace sits next to him for a while, before he carefully moves away, slinking back to nom on the flowers.
“Putting your boyfriend to sleep, huh?” Ace murmurs quietly, not wanting to wake Snelix. “I'm jealous of your life, buddy.”
Snace lifts his head from the flower, his little shades looking Ace's way.
“At least one of us got what he wanted. You did good for yourself, high five,” Ace whispers, holding up his finger in front of Snace for shits and giggles.
And Snace, the snail that absolutely hates him, lifts one of his antennas and briefly touches his finger in a high five before going back to his meal.
“Woah,” Ace breathes, a grin spreading over his face and glancing around camp, wanting to see if anyone was around to witness the event—
And his eyes meet Felix's, standing behind him, staring at Ace talking to his snail like an absolute idiot.
And probably having heard everything.
“It, uh,” Ace starts when Felix isn't saying anything, the German's eyes wide from surprise. “He high-fived me.”
“I, er…” Felix stutters in return, before clearing his throat. “I got some moss for them from Red Forest.”
“Oh, neat,” Ace comments. “Snelix just fell asleep, but maybe you won’t wake him if you’re careful.”
“No, I don't want to disturb them,” Felix says, crouching down next to Ace and placing the moss next to the medkit.
They watch the snails in silence, Snace finishing his midnight snack, Ace debating on whether he should bring up the previous conversation or not.
“Thank you,” Felix says instead, before Ace can strike up a conversation.
“…For what?”
“For being patient with me,” Felix murmurs. “I know I can come across as… cold.”
Well that's an understatement if Ace has ever heard one.
“Hmm, I guess you could say you needed some time to…” Ace says, pausing for comedic effect while he waits for Felix to turn to look at him for the punchline. “Come out of your shell.”
Felix huffs a surprised laugh and turns his head away, but not before Ace sees a beautiful smile spreading over his normally serious face.
They keep observing the snails, until Snace has finally had enough of the flowers, moving to lay next to Snelix.
“Oh, he's awake,” Ace comments, seeing Snelix groggily lift his head toward Snace. He pushes up Snace's shades, dislodging the cap a bit before doing another little snail kiss. “Damn, that's adorable,” Ace grins.
And then there's a hand on his temple, and Ace freezes as his shades are gently pushed up into his hair. He turns to look at Felix, heat rising up his neck, feeling vulnerable without the glasses, not able to hide his wide eyes searching Felix's own in a silent question.
Felix's face is redder than usual but he looks more unguarded that Ace has ever seen, gaze dropping to Ace's lips while the hand on his forehead moves to cup his jaw.
Ace holds his breath, not daring to say anything lest he ruin the mood and permanently mess up his chance with Felix. His thoughts are little more than white noise and excited screeching as he tilts his head up in silent invitation, and that's all it takes for Felix to lean down and claim his lips.
“Snace is getting fat,” Feng comments one day.
“What!?” Ace exclaims, offended. “No he’s not!”
“Hon, he does look a little… pudgier,” Kate comments.
“He’s just… bloated, okay?” Ace insists, huffing defensively.
“He’s a fucking fatass,” Feng corrects.
“Yeah man, he’s really letting himself go,” Steve agrees with an infuriating smirk.
“Okay, rude!” Ace scoffs. “Felix—” he starts, turning to his newly acquired boyfriend for solidarity, but sees the little shit is shaking from quiet laughter instead of being upset on his behalf.
“Babe! Don’t tell me you agree with them!” Ace gasps in mock offense, hand over his heart.
“Every time I’ve looked at him, he’s eating,” Felix manages to point out between snickers.
“Absolutely terrible, the lot of you,” Ace huffs, peering into the medkit where the completely innocent Snace is…
Munching on some berries Claudette placed there earlier.
“You were saying?” Feng snarks, making Ace shoot a glare her way while Felix is still holding back chuckles.
When Ace gets back from a rather uneventful trial some time later, he notices Jake staring intently into the snails’ medkit. As he walks closer, it becomes apparent that the snails are having sex.
“Jake, what the hell are you doing?” Ace asks the survivalist.
“They've been at it for hours,” Jake says, face just as neutral as ever and not taking his eyes off the writhing clump of snail.
“I'm a little concerned by how much you like watching my snail get laid.”
“Nature is lit,” Jake merely offers.
So Ace shuts the medkit, feeling weirdly exposed by having his snail’s private life invaded like that.
“Give them some privacy, sheesh,” he chastises Jake.
“Prude,” the boy snorts.
It’s only a few days before there is another episode of, as Felix likes to call it, snail drama.
“Felix!” Ace shouts, making Felix sigh in fond irritation and pause his sorting of their shared stash of items that Ace has left an absolute mess (again).
“Yes, love?” he asks, doing his best impression of an exasperated husband despite them only dating for what can't be more than a few weeks.
And then he sees Ace's face full of both alarm and excitement, and immediately drops what he was doing.
“What's wrong?” he asks, feeling the panic quickly bubbling up.
“SNACE IS GIVING BIRTH!” Ace exclaims ten decibels louder than necessary, grabbing a confused Felix by his sleeve and dragging him toward the snails' home.
Sure enough, there's a small commotion around the medkit, and when Felix peers into it he can see Snace in the middle of laying eggs, Snelix by his side in solidarity.
“Come on dude! Push!” Feng is trying to encourage the snail.
“Shh, you're stressing it!” Claudette chastises.
“I told you guys he wasn’t fat!” Ace huffs proudly.
After ten or so eggs, the process seems to be over, and Snace happily slithers away to go snack on some leaves.
“Oh,” Claudette says, bewildered.
“What?” Ace says.
“I, um,” the botanist falters. “They usually lay about a hundred eggs…”
“A hundred?” Ace screeches. “Don't you think ten kids is more than enough?”
“Only a small portion of them actually hatch!” Claudette hurries to add.
“Maybe he's going through menopause,” Jake, not so helpfully, supplies.
“I'm going to smack you,” Ace threatens.
Felix just chuckles and lays a hand on Ace’s shoulder to settle him.
Excited about the possibility of baby snails, the survivors take turns watching the eggs for the next few weeks. Eventually, it’s Cheryl who screams:
“Guys! An egg is hatching!”
Felix rushes to the medkit before anyone else, and in an instant Ace is peering over his shoulder too, both looking at the transparent, tiny antenna pushing out of one of the eggs.
Snelix and Snace are right by the eggs, eagerly waiting to meet their offspring.
And then the small snail plops completely out and starts wiggling around, and Ace honest to god squeals.
“Look, Felix!” he says, tugging on Felix's sleeve. “We're grandparents!”
“I'm… not sure that's how it works,” Felix points out, even as he smiles at Snelix petting his child with his antenna.
“I'm gonna make so much baby snail clothes for her,” Ace continues with a wide grin, nearly shaking in his shoes in excitement.
“'Her'?” Felix asks, and Ace falters.
“I'm, uh…” Ace explains, looking away. “You said your kid's a girl, I mean based on the ultrasound before you were taken, so I figured…”
Something in Felix's expression softens, touched that Ace would remember something like that. He steals a quick kiss while everyone is preoccupied with staring at the family of snails.
“What should we name their kid?” Jeff ponders a couple weeks later, watching the baby snail climb all over Snace while Snelix anxiously hovers nearby.
“Ask the grandpas,” Feng snarks.
“Yeah, have you decided on a name yet?” Cheryl asks, looking up at Felix with wide, shimmering eyes.
“Err,” Felix says, glancing at Ace for help.
Ace grins and discreetly nods toward the eager Cheryl.
“Oh,” Felix seems to realize. “Yes, we were considering Ch—ehm, Sneryl.”
Cheryl gasps in awe.
“She does look like a Sneryl,” Jeff agrees.
“What? It doesn't look like any—” Feng starts, but at Jeff's pointed look, thankfully shuts up.
“She's the spitting image of a Sneryl!” Ace says, smiling in encouragement.
“Really!?” Cheryl asks excitedly, looking between Felix and Ace.
“Ah… of course,” Felix says, and then the breath leaves his lungs in a pained “Oof!” as Cheryl rushes in for a hug.
“Thank you! I love having my own snail!” Cheryl beams while Felix awkwardly pats her on the head and looks at Ace with an expression that screams 'HELP'.
Seeing Sneryl grow over the following couple of months, Felix takes it upon himself to start building the snails a house out of a commodious toolbox. He might put in way more effort than necessary, making sure to separate different rooms with interior walls and adding corridors to entertain the snails.
“Hey handsome, what're you doing?” Ace asks, placing a kiss against his temple as he comes up behind him to see what he’s working on.
“I'm building our snails a house," Felix explains. "They have a family now, a cramped old medkit won't do.”
Ace stares at him for a moment, and then a wide grin spreads over his face and he suddenly looks like he’s about to combust.
“You’re so friggin adorable!” Ace exclaims and pulls him into a hug.
And then he refuses to let go, clinging to Felix’s back like a koala while he keeps working on the house, and Felix would be lying if he said he didn’t like it.
“…Can you make a poker room for Snace?” Ace asks after having observed his work for a while.
“Poker? But they're—” Felix frowns, turning around just enough to see Ace's exaggerated, ridiculous pout. “…Fine. But you're making the furniture.”
“You got it, babe!” Ace grins, before seeming to notice something. “Hey, what's that?" he asks, pointing at a drawn square on the side of the toolbox.
“Oh. It's going to be a door,” Felix explains.
“But what if Sneryl goes out and gets stomped on?” Ace asks worriedly.
“I just…” Felix falters. “Thought that maybe they needed some freedom. Especially Snace.”
“Huh?” Ace tilts his head in confusion.
“He was alone for so long, I… assumed he'd probably get bored of the family life,” Felix says, looking at the ground in thought. He’s embarrassed for bringing up the subject of Ace’s loyalty like this, but once again, the snails are proving a wonderful excuse to talk about topics they otherwise wouldn’t.
“That sounds like a load of bullcrap,” Ace grins, making Felix look up at him, still frowning. “I've never seen Snace so happy. He knew what he signed up for and there's no way in hell he's leaving now.”
The reassurance feels like a weight lifting off of Felix’s chest, and he can’t stop the smile spreading over his lips. Hesitantly, he grabs Ace’s hand still wrapped around him, and Ace brings them both up to brush his lips over Felix's callused knuckles.
“I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Ace murmurs, the sweet sentiment making warm affection spread through Felix’s entire body.
“I, uhm,” Felix blushes, clearing his throat. “Is this a good time to point out I just had the snails crawl over the back of my hand…?”
Ace sputters and immediately wipes at his mouth while Felix lets out a few quiet chuckles.
Following the conversation, Felix can’t help but read into Ace’s answer. Especially with the other survivors engaging in another round of the popular “What’s the first thing you’ll do when we escape?” game, Felix finds it difficult to focus on anything other than the possibility of a shared future.
So, when he catches Ace alone, he hesitantly brings up the option of the man coming with him to Germany.
“I know the possibility of escaping is slim,” Felix babbles nervously after Ace isn’t saying anything, just staring at him curiously. “But I can’t stop thinking about it, and I wanted to see where you are—”
“Babe,” Ace interrupts, grabbing his arm to ground Felix from his scrambled thoughts, giving him an encouraging smile. “I’d love to.”
Felix breathes out a relieved sigh, returning a shaky but happy smile over not getting rejected.
And then Ace smirks mischievously and Felix’s instincts scream “Uh-oh”.
“On one condition,” Ace adds, holding a finger in front of Felix’s face playfully.
“Um… which?” Felix asks, nerves resurfacing. There’s not much that would make him say no, and he hopes he doesn’t have to, willing to make sacrifices for a potential future together.
“The snails come with us,” Ace quips sheepishly instead.
Felix chuckles and shakes his head in amusement, before pulling Ace in for a soft kiss.
“I wouldn't have it any other way,” Felix murmurs against Ace’s lips, silently thanking the two dorky snails that allowed this to happen in the first place.
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