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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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I heard you wanted some muscian Eren thirst so I'll do my best:

What if Ms. YN (back before she & Eren got matching/couple tattoos) got a custom temporary tattoo of her man's name & placed it like a tramp stamp? What if that night when she's performing with her crew she posts some spicy pics flashing the fake tattoo waiting for Eren to notice.

What if he noticed & when she gets home home & starts to undress she feels his hand travel up her body, bending her over the counter as he lifts her shirt to see his name just above her ass? Now YN's gone & awaken his need to mark her. Poor thing, she didn't expect him to damn near break her but she plans to surprise him with a cute lil permanent "E" on her ankle if this is the reaction a fake tattoo got. She ends up walking funny the next day for sure.

OMG BABES!! you’re an absolute genius 😭 I love this so bad chdkhdkd

because imagine…you’re on tour, traveling the country or it’s your first time performing internationally. Either way, you’ve been apart from Eren for quite some time. Although dancing on stage and living the dream with your girls is amazing, you miss your husband! Neither of you are strangers to extended periods of separation due to work. Long nights on the road, weeks at a time in different locations that wasn’t the home you shared together. It admittedly took its toll, in many forms…

“Yes, baby..I miss you too. I miss you so much..”

“So come home already. Please, (y/n)..I need you.”

the shrill cries and whiny pleas spilling from your beloved, EJ. The sound of the mega star rapper’s moans pouring from your phone’s speakers as he stroked himself on the end. That tight fist enclosed around his cock as he played the very vivid imagery of your previous nights together in his mind. It was quite apparent that he wasn’t taking too kindly to his wife being thousands of miles away from him. Watching you vicariously through a phone screen as he surveyed that beautiful body. Once twirling on the pole half nude and shrouded in glitter and now, completely naked and on full display for him. So egregiously horny with no shame for his blatant submission. Drooling and bucking his hips up into his enclosed fingers..

“Baby..I can’t..soon as I get home though. You know imma take care of you, daddy. Imma give you what you need..”

a statement he intended for you to follow through on. Because in the days since that very salacious phone call, he’d hand nothing but time and unbridled obsession on his hands..carefully surveying and watching your Instagram account like that of a hawk. Breaking his very own conditions on social media just to get a peak of his princess..his gorgeous wife who was fresh off of a performance with one of his respected ‘colleagues’, who’d joined the tour as well. Spinning around that metal pole with six inch Pleasers twirling in the air. A sight that he loved to witness. But alas, Eren would be met with another one. One far more savory and the catalyst for his greed and lust. The same greed and lust he’d undoubtedly take out on you the second you touched down back at the shared Miami estate!..

“You gonna give me what I need, right? That’s what you said?..so do it, give me that fucking pussy!”

tearing and ripping you out of your clothes before you could even so much as reach the staircase! Folding you over the kitchen counter with a rough hand scaling the curvature of your back. His open palm smacking roughly against your plump ass with heavy slaps…he was relentless! However, the reason for his sudden aggression wasn’t just the fact that he missed you. No!..but rather, the aforementioned sight had awoken something serious in him. The need to make love..the need to mark and claim you like that of a primal animal!

“..Rennn! Okaaay, fuck! Take it, please..”

because what he saw was a rather interesting piece of ink riddling your skin. A tattoo…and one of his name to be more specific! Something he was blissfully unaware that you had obtained. The fact alone that you had did so and behind his back nonetheless had Eren ready to pound that that tight pussy and fill it with every spilling drop of his cum until you couldn’t even walk straight. “You’re so sneaky, baby. I like that shit..didn’t think I’d see it, did you?” taunting mercilessly as he begins to rut his hips into your backside. The thunderous claps of your asscheeks against his pelvis with fluid yet deep strokes, one sharper than the next. All you could do was maintain that perfect arch and grasp for the marble countertop with all your strength to bear the sharp thrusts. But it wasn’t a reaction of misery. You loved it! You loved seeing him become so riled up at the thought of having you stamped with his seal. Clawing his fingernails into your waist and tugging you back with sharp gasps hissing in your ear.

“Tell me it’s mine, baby. Let daddy know who that shit belongs to..” the pure sex appeal dripping from his voice like that of honey. But he didn’t have to take your word for it. Because after countless rounds of rough and filthy lovemaking in every inch of the house. Taking you from the kitchen, the staircase and even the upstairs balcony for all the nights of pent up sexual frustration, you’d find yourself stumbling lopsidedly to the tattoo parlor. The shop where he’d gotten countless pieces on his own body done. Sitting upright in a chair as the artist engraved a single capital ‘E’ on your skin; right next to the diamond tennis anklet with his initials on it. Simply smirking at the thought of his reaction…and you didn’t have to wait long. Because nightfall would come around and you’d find yourselves engaging in another bout of steamy sex. This time in the comfort of your bedroom with R&B faintly thumping from the TV..pale red lighting illuminating the room and his chiseled body hovering over you. Placing tender kisses along your calf as he hoisted your leg up to his shoulder. Those movements getting lower as his rings grazed your skin. He’d whisper sweet nothings to compliment those pecks, telling you how beautiful you were but his reaction would turn from merely elated to all but ecstatic when he spotted it…

“You like it?..”

being met with a toothy smirk and the faint glint of his silver slugs on the bottom row of his teeth staring back at you. That was most certainly an understatement because he’d prove to you just how much he loved seeing you rock his name. Both physically and metaphorically..

“..that’s my girl..”

and soon, everyone else would too!

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bluecollarmcandtf · 5 months

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Humiliating the Cop

The University Officer at my college is always riding my ass for "bullying." Apparently some wimps went crying to him after I teased them around. Now he's constantly watching me. The dude needs to chill, and I'm gonna make him!

All it'll take is a confrontation with my handy hypnotic pendant. One look at the gem dripping down my neck and his mind will be ripe the picking!

"Yo, Officer!" I call his attention and march right up to the goody-two-shoes. He looks just as high-and-mighty as ever.

"Something going on?" he gives me a disapproving glare, "You causing trouble again?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, big guy," I pull the pendant out of my shirt, "Just wanted to show my favorite piggy something."

He grimaces and opens his mouth, but before he can deliver his comeback, his eyes catch sight of the glowing jewel on my neck. The tension in his body relaxes while his jaw drops open. He looks like a brain dead idiot, but that just means he's ready for some instructions.

I start to explain his new job to him. Things are going to be different around here. This cop's not going to be the high-and-mighty enforcer of justice he used to be, and there's nothing he can do but nod his head dumbly and agree!

A week later I catch sight of the cop carrying a bucket of soapy water down the hall. Some nerd I'm intimidating squeals for his help.

The officer just shakes his head, "Sorry, I'm busy right now. I have to go scrub graffiti off a stall in the men's room."

"That's my art, piggy. You like what I spray painted in there?" I chuckle.

"Oh, it was very well done," he answered quickly, searching my eyes for approval, "I didn't realize it was yours, sir. I'll just leave it alone."

The dweeb I have pinned against the wall is dumbfounded and asks again for some help before I interrupt, "Jesus, tell this kid to just shut up and hand over his lunch."

The cop nods and turns a stern face to my victim, "Son, be quiet and give him what he wants, now."

After handing over his packed meal, the student scurries away. I obviously had the officer wrapped around my mean finger. I used him to help me bully a few other kids throughout the rest of the week. I even had him vandalize the principal's car for me, but I wanted him to fall a little further from grace..

Most of the cafeteria snickered quietly behind the officer's back. I put him in another trance that morning, telling him that his new responsibilities as campus security was to "Mop up the messes before anyone else can."

He spent all day running around the hallways with a mop and bucket. During lunch, I knocked the food out of everyone's hands and enjoyed watching him crawl behind as he struggled to keep up with each new mess.

By the end of the day, a few of the more outgoing football jocks had joined in on teasing the man.

"Yo, officer," the athlete chuckled, as he poured a soda out onto the floor.

"Yes, sir?"

I have him calling everyone 'sir,' now. He's basically lower than everyone on the totem pole now. Even still, I thought he could drop lower...

After a quick discussion with the police chief, I had him fired from the department. Don't worry though! I got him a job as a janitor at the school. He works for free, but at least he's got something to do all day.

Using the hypnotic pendant, I essentially took over his life. I had the police chief hire me in the cop's place. I moved into the man's lovely home, and acquainted myself with his beautiful wife. After, introducing her to my glowing necklace, she quickly realized that I was a million times better than her disgusting husband.

He still sees her every once in awhile when he comes over to clean the place, but he's not allowed to speak to women anymore. She only talks to him when she's criticizing his janitorial capabilities, anyway.

I've got to say that I'm a much better officer than that annoying prick ever was. At least, I have a lot more fun using the uniform than he ever did. Call me sadistic, but I'm still thinking of ways to bring the guy down a peg...

#hypno story #humiliated slave #mind control

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captain-mj · 7 months

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Mj I beg you I will sacrifice people for bones for a second part of the striper AU

Part 1

Made this way later than I meant but it's here!

Soap had to find evidence before accusing Ghost of being a stripper. It wasn't as simple as just admitting he went to a strip club. At no point did it occur to him that this may seem malicious.

Soap didn't want to cross the line of being creepy so he never did something like follow Ghost to his car or anything. He did watch him closely at work and asked a few of his students if they knew anything about him.

Mila, Graves's teaching assistant, hummed. "He's pretty cool. He's the English professor, super secretive."

"Nice ass." Someone shouted.

Mila nodded.

"Don't talk about a professor like that. At least not in front of me. I need plausible deniability."

She laughed. "Yeah. We think he's single, but he's always wearing gloves so we haven't been able to check for a ring."

"You guys keep watching?"

"Yeah, he's a big part of the rumor mill."

Fuck. So Soap couldn't ask around about strippers. Mila would connect the two in moments. He sighed.

Mila smiled. "Do he do the thing to you?"

"The thing?..." Soap blushed. Oh no. Did Ghost do this all the time? Toyed with his coworkers hearts?

"Where he freaks you out real bad? I don't think it's on purpose but he'll stare at people or just... in general do weird stuff. I think he's a nice guy, but he's apparently ex military as well. He's interesting."

Soap thought of Ghost grinding on him the night before, seducing Soap enough to be willing to throw it all away for the night. He shook his head. "Nah, he's done nothing."

"Why did you ask about him then?"

"Noticed him making tea this morning and was just wondering about him."

Mila nodded. "That's all I know. I'll keep my ear to the ground for anything you might find interesting."

Soap just nodded, deciding not to push on what she thinks he'd find interesting.

After a week of nothing, Soap went to the strip club again, this time alone. He brought plenty of cash, willing to trade any of it for Ghost's attention.

Ghost saw him but he was with another client. Soap had put together that Ghost had given him special treatment a while ago, but it was still exhilarating to see this guy not even be able to put his hands on Ghost's waist, knowing he had gotten to run his hands down his back. They had been so close Soap could feel his breath and this guy had to leave an inch between them for Jesus.

Pretty privilege strikes again.

Once the other guy had either ran out of money or interest, Ghost beelined towards Soap.

"Please don't be my Vargas. I don't think you make enough money for it."

Soap shrugged at him. "You don't know what kind of job I have. I could be a wealthy business man."

Ghost laughed and Soap was immediately a puddle. "Let me guess, hoping to get another private dance?"

"yes. And I'll have you know, I checked with a friend and they said 300 is really high, especially for this club." Soap was already handing over the 300 dollars.

Ghost smiled. "Yeah. It is." He tugged him along, fingers going through his belt loops. Just like before he started on the pole, but it seemed... less serious somehow. He went in circles but it was more fun and flaunting than the graceful flow of before.

Soap smiled to himself and just watched him, finding it endearing. "What do you do outside of this?"

"Didn't realize we were playing 20 questions."

"Just trying to get to know you a little."

Ghost stalked over. He put his foot next to Soap's head and leaned in, showing off just how much bigger he was. "Didn't someone warn you not to fall for strippers? There's hundreds of songs about it."

"Don't be so alluring and this wouldn't happen."

Ghost laughed and turned around, laying against him so his head was on Soap's shoulder and Soap could look down over his chest. He swallowed thickly and gently touched.

It felt sinful to trail his fingers over his skin. He went over each scar, able to feel now that they were likely from knife fights. They were too curved and messy, clearly from someone slashing.

Ghost went to move and Soap yanked him closer. Trying to hold on to him. To this identity that had found its way into his life in so many places. That didn't make sense. Two separate people who were clearly the same person, in both parts of his life.

How many times had he been dragged here and they passed each other? Or at work, how many times did they sit silently in the same break room, Soap making coffee and Ghost making tea, fated lovers passing like ships in the night?

Well, he didn't want to just pass again. To give up a chance to be happy with him.

But his tongue failed. It didn't put his thoughts into words that captured what he wanted.

"How much for a night?"

"Not a prostitute." Was all Ghost responded, looking at him through his lashes. Pretty, thick and blond, just like the man who had them. "I have a friend I can call if its the mask that does it for you."

"Nae. Not the mask. Think it's just you."

"Johnny..."

"I never told ya my name."

They both paused. "Your friend called you it dumbass. The one with the hat on."

Soap deflated, having hoped he'd catch Ghost so he could bring up the college. In reality, he had caught Ghost in a lie, Ghost did know his name from his other job, but he was quick with a reason.

Ghost looked at him and sighed. "You're cute. But I think it's best you don't keep sniffing around." He got up, his toned back flexing as he stretched his arms. "Think you're looking for love in the wrong places."

Soap grabbed his hips and kissed his back. It was impulse. Everything he had just been told not to do. Ghost shivered and let him kiss up his spine.

"Johnny. Come on. Don't be a sore loser. You got my attention."

"Want a whole lot more than your attention."

Ghost tsked and turned around. "If I give you a kiss, let you get it all out of your system, promise to fuck off?"

"Yes, sir." Soap said, knowing he was fronting.

Ghost lifted it and Soap paused, finally seeing the scary scarring he kept talking about. It was too bad, just some... burns? and a Glasgow smile.

"Keep staring and I change my mind and get you banned."

Soap quickly leaned in to get his kiss. Ghost grabbed him by his hips and yanked him closer, quickly getting control.

Johnny was whipped. If Ghost asked him to jump, he'd do it as high as he could and ask if he needed him to do it again. Jump off a bridge and he'd go flying. He followed Ghost's lips as he pulled away.

"It's late. My shift ended ten minutes ago. I'm leaving."

Soap nodded, coming down to Earth slowly. He stood outside for a while, just staring at the stars.

Ghost kissed him.

Ghost also told him to fuck off.

But... Simon and Ghost were separate people.

Soap waited in the breakroom for most of the day, any time he wasn't teaching, he was there.

Professor Riley came in, wearing a different soft jacket that covered his frankly ridiculous physique.

Soap slid up to him, standing in his personal space.

"Professor MacTavish. What are you doing?"

"Looking for love in the right places this time." Soap smiled cheekily.

Simon flushed so hard his neck went red. "Fucking hell. I was hoping you wouldn't catch on."

"You knew??"

"Course I did. You're not... Look, if you want money, I don't have any. We can have sex if that's what you wan-"

Soap cut him off. "Why would I want money?"

"You're going to blackmail me, right? It's what people normally do."

"No! I'm trying to date you!"

Simon tilted his head. "I'll think about it."

Soap watched him leave with his tea and almost fell to his knees.

He'd think about it????

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

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holewithinahole · 9 months

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The Spirit’s in It | Egon Spengler x nb!reader [2/3]

Summary: “I didn’t know psychology doctors also specialized in particle physics, is all.”

What you meant as a light joke to relax him did quite the opposite. He straightens, righting up his glasses one more pointless time. “I have a degree in nuclear engineering,” he states before walking out, leaving you confused and feeling like you’ve spent the entire time offending him unintentionally.

Warnings: dubious science, non-native writer, non-beta’d

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

And here's part 2! I'll probably post part 3 tomorrow so I can upload everything on Ao3. I realised this work is super underwelming compared to what I've been releasing lately haha But well, if one person like it that's all I'm asking!

I also love write all the different dialogues I have in mind for the Ghostbusters. It's like I can hear the voices of the actors in my head! It's all very amusing.

EDIT: I hate the third part so I'm rewriting it lmao

Fall, 1984

“What are they doing?” You mutter under your breath as you step into the psychology aisle of Columbia University. It’s the most animated you’ve ever witnessed Weaver Hall be.

Clutching your latest research papers, you stride to the paranormal studies labs, almost running into a green-shirted man in the process. You mutter a quick apology without looking back. Inside the lab, a few men are busy getting boxes on trolleys and carrying them out of the room. You clear your throat as you stand close to one of them.

“Excuse me, do you know where Dr. Spengler is?”

The man arches an eyebrow and shrugs. “No idea who that is.”

Putting down a box labeled ‘Electronics’ on his trolley with a loud crashing noise – which makes you wince, he starts making his way out of the room, smacking your flank in the process.

“You do know those items partially belong to the researchers working here,” you argue, clutching your side and standing in front of him. “You can’t just take them without permission.”

“Listen, I’ve been asked to remove this stuff, ok? So move out of the way.”

You swallow back your irritation, ready to conjure up every ounce of antagonism, but you’re halted in your need for confrontation by a giddy tone.

“Ah, Professor.”

You turn back to face an uncharacteristically smirking Dean Yaeger: a self-satisfied smug that would deserve to be wiped right out of his face. It makes you fear the worst.

“I’m sorry to announce to you that Dr. Stanz, Dr. Venkman, and Dr. Spengler have departed our university,” he declares, voice devoid of any empathy.

“Departed?” you ask. “Did they quit?”

“Oh no,” he laughs. “We’ve terminated their contracts. The psychology pole deserves better than three frauds ridiculing our university.”

It is, indeed, the worst that could happen. Baffled, you watch as the dean gives directions to the workers with a large smile. You’ve never wanted to hit someone more.

“Frauds?” you scoff, trailing behind him. “Dr. Stantz has a doctorate in parapsychology, so does Dr. Venkman. Dr. Spengler graduated from this very university and possesses several diplomas notably in nuclear engineering and psychology. What makes you possibly think they don’t deserve their places here?”

Another worker almost bumps into you. You glare at them.

“While I admire your lovely attempt at defending the undefendable, the decision is taken. This room will be emptied and used by actual scientists.”

The dean has started making his way out of the room, radiating self-satisfaction and throwing prideful looks at everything his eyes come across. You run after him, pushed forward by this revolting sight.

“Those files are their own research! You can’t take them away without consulting with them first! Yes, they were working for this university, but it’s still years of their work that you’re just confiscating.”

The smirk he gives you makes you regret your words instantly. “Since you’re so willing to maintain your questionable relationship with the three of them, you won’t see any problem with being entrusted with those files? I’m sure you can return them in person.”

“Questiona–” you stutter, but Dean Yaeger claps his hands obnoxiously.

“It’s settled then.”

Shit.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Accepting to take care of Dr. Venkman, Dr. Stantz, and Dr. Spengler’s stuff had been both your good deed of the month and a middle finger at the face of Dean Yaeger. Stuffing piles of boxes in your tiny car hadn’t been easy. Especially since the dean had decided to dump everything in front of the university, grinning all along, savoring his cruel little prank. It says a lot about the actual interest Columbia University has in the work of its researchers.

There were at least over thirty different boxes, filled to the brim with research papers, littered all around your apartment. Obviously, Yaeger had made sure to take back all equipment – broken or not, leaving you with pounds of paper stored in their cardboard containers.

That is to say, after a month, you're starting to regret it.

The cluster of your home is slowly but surely disrupting your peace of mind. It’s almost as if the air has been saturated by dust and cardboard specks, the lack of luminosity not helping. Browsing through research papers and ordering everything has been fun at first, your curiosity satisfied, but you couldn’t decently keep digging through personal stuff. Therefore, you stopped, and now you loathe the view of these boxes.

The problem is that you have absolutely no idea where the three men went, and even on your deathbed, no one would witness you ask the dean for information. You simply can’t believe they would just switch universities, despite it being the ‘logical’ course of action. Mainly because Yaeger would behave like a goddamn leech and talk shit about them ‘till all universities in the country know about their turbulent history. You hoped for one of them to drop by your department but no one ever showed up.

Opening the door to your apartment and immediately feeling dejected at the view of the stacked boxes, you let out a sigh, getting rid of your work clothes and falling head first on your couch. You grab the TV remote, zapping mindlessly before deciding to let the device run in the background as you stand up to prepare something to eat.

During the small amount of time you’ve spent with the doctors this month, you’ve learned more about spooky theories and proton cages than about their actual life stories. Well, sort of. Dr. Stantz was certainly the most open of them all.

“Have you ever experienced a paranormal experience before?” he had asked, one morning, as he leaned conspiratorially towards you.

“I don’t think so?” you replied.

He had then talked extensively about a plethora of incidents, most notably a sponge migration which he’d assured was clear proof of paranormal activity. You had simply nodded, not wanting to question nor deter his enthusiasm. You quickly noticed – despite Dr. Spengler’s eclectic choices of study which could testify about his interest in science in general, Dr. Stantz remained the most passionate of the two; his obsessions towards specific subjects going further than a simple craving for knowledge on a Sunday afternoon. He kept lending you books on the supernatural which you had to decline after a fifth one joined the pile on your bedside table. It made wonder if the man didn’t own a secret bookshop somewhere. It left you with a sour aftertaste, knowing you had some of his prized possessions in your bedroom but couldn’t return them.

Dr. Venkman was– well… he was something else entirely. If Dr. Stantz was eager to share clever insights, Venkman was eager to share made-up stories. The diplomas on the wall did attest to his title of ‘Doctor’ but he couldn’t be more detached from it. Oh, he was researching psychological phenomena alright, but never knowledge for knowledge’s sake or even out of pure professionalism as you could expect from a researcher. If psychology books were leafed through, it was for manipulation tactics and to weaponize the uses of sugary words. In that, he was talented.

“Is it my time to interview the case subject?”

It was your third time in Weaver Hall. Both Dr. Stantz and Dr. Spengler had looked up from their ‘ghost trap’ schematics as Venkman took place in the chair in front of you.

“You never do interviews,” Dr. Stantz had said, deadpan.

“I feel magnanimous today.”

Venkman was a case study on its own, a study you weren’t willing to commit to. You had trouble understanding his true intentions most of the time. In the end, he remained the most enigmatic of the three, despite a boastful, overly dramatic persona (All the world’s a stage!). In the end, you couldn’t genuinely despise the man when he was driving away nosy students and even nosier teachers with phlegm, or when, during his rare excursions in the lab, he would bring sweet treats and coffee.

As for Dr. Spengler, well… he was brilliant and devoted to his work. Alike Dr. Stantz, although sporadically, he would sometimes get caught in a tirade of explanations and postulates. Every day, you resented the apprehension that staved off your second meeting for he could make your neurons flare and burst into ideas that’d spin in your head fast enough to weave entirely new conceptions. You were somewhat drunk on the feeling, making you distracted which even your colleagues noticed, embarrassingly enough. It all ended up in a self-deprecating mantra that led you away from Weaver Hall and back to the arms of your students and lab partners.

Now, they are gone, and you have no idea how to reach out.

“Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?”

You know Dr. Spengler has spent his entire life either studying for new degrees or researching. Universities are probably all he has ever known, and that makes you wonder how he’s managing the whole thing. Maybe he was hired by another university; with his degrees, it shouldn’t be too hard, despite what happened. Damn it, you should have given either of them your number. What if he’s already halfway across the country by now?

“Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?”

What the–

You glide out of your kitchen, spatula in hand, almost falling as your sock-clad feet slide on the wooden floor.

“If you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter–”

“You’re fucking with me.”

As the three of them stand inside your TV offering ghost-hunting services, it makes you wonder if they didn’t take things a tad too far – or too seriously, this time.

“Call the Ghostbusters! We’re ready to believe you!”

Well, you certainly don’t believe it.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Phoning the place has been like stepping into another dimension. You’ve been bombarded with words you’ve never heard in any discussion, except in Dr Stantz and Dr Spengler’s endless chatter about compendia and other mystical publications.

“Is your haunting an apparition, poltergeist, phantasm, wraith, banshee, demon, specter, tortured soul, or–”

“Excuse me but–”

“For your information, we do not summon dead family members.”

“I’m not calling for that–”

“Wait, hold, please. No Dr. Venkman I haven’t–”

And that was the end of the conversation. It left you with a strong puzzling sensation and a definitive confirmation of your aversion to discussions happening over the phone. The secretary never called back and you were secretly glad, leaving you time to summon all of your courage and go there directly. Which you did… eventually.

Funny how when you’re not searching for something, it comes to you from every angle. After discovering the strange choice of reconversion the doctors took, you were bombarded by advertisements, radio talks and covers of magazines. The men have managed to put all of New York in their pocket, and half if not as many ghosts in their traps. You’ve never been a firm believer in specters but Dr. Spengler and Dr. Stantz had talked extensively about them and their prototype to finally be able to catch one. You’ve been more interested in the physics aspect of it all; Dr. Spengler has been more than willing to explain and you’ve been more than willing to add your own theories.

You now stand in front of their headquarters, preparing to face them. And once again–

“Hey, it’s you!”

–it’s Dr. Stantz who nudges you in the right direction. The man smiles widely, face darkened by car oil and dirt, a crooked cigarette hanging from his lip. His uniform is equally as dirty, and he looks more like a mechanic than a ghost hunter… but no one has ever been a ghost hunter before so, what do you know?

“Hi, Dr. Stantz.” You smile. “It’s been a while.”

You can see he’s struggling to not pat your shoulder in a welcoming gesture. “Man, we thought we’d never get to see you again! Spengs’ gonna be so happy to see you!”

Somehow, you have trouble imagining Dr. Spengler overjoyed or overexcited. It’s not in his character.

“Come on!” He gestures for you to follow him. You’re barely inside that he has already strode through half the hall. “Sorry for the mess! It’s so hectic these days.”

“I saw the articles,” you say, taking in your surroundings.

At the front desk sits a fashionable lady whom you guess to be the secretary. She’s busy answering the phone, munching at her pencil and looking exhausted. She barely acknowledges your presence as you follow Dr. Stantz up the stairs.

The man never stopped talking. “Venkman is out right now; he wanted to check on one of our clients. The woman had blood dripping from her chimney, can you believe that?”

You clearly have trouble to. The blood part, not the seducing clients part.

Upstairs is as messy as the hall if not worse. It rivals the state of Weaver Hall. Dr. Stantz throws his extinguished cigarette in a nearby bin before grabbing a paper napkin to wipe his oily hands.

“Egon!”

Dr. Spengler appears from behind a desk, light on his forehead, and invested in organizing a large number of electric cables. “Ray, I found the problem with the Aura-Analyzer–”

He pauses when he sees you, which you can’t say that you did, blinded by the light of his lamp. “Hi,” you say, smiling while protecting your eyes.

“Oh,” he answers, turning it off. “Hello.”

The uneasy silence that follows throws you all the way back to your first meeting as if a month of socializing had suddenly vanished in the span of four tiny weeks.

“Do you have issues with a ghost?” he ends up asking, putting down his torch.

Your eyes widen in surprise, unsure of how to react. Dr. Stantz, however, lets out a strong laugh so you chuckle awkwardly to echo him. “No, no ghost.”

“It’s crazy that you came in today,” Dr. Stantz says, throwing away the dirtied napkins. “We have to improve the storage facility and we need to be able to boost the grid while saving as much power–”

As he speaks, he disappears behind a wall, the sound of running water overlapping his words. You stay silent, watching Dr. Spengler rearrange electric cables until his friend emerges from the bathroom, clean-faced.

“But anyway, Spengs can give you the big tour,” he declares, grinning. “I have a check-up to do at Tai Hong Lau! If we’re lucky, I’ll come back with dinner as well.”

This time, he gives you a clap on the shoulder before running to the stairs but turning back at the last minute. “You’re staying to eat with us right? The owner has the best Peking duck in town, I’m sure you’ll love it! See you later!”

And then he’s gone, leaving you alone with Dr. Spengler. The distance separating you makes the room feels even bigger. You clear your throat. “I see you were able to create your ghost trap after all.”

He nods. “The day we were… dismissed, we managed to have enough readings on our first supernatural encounter to finalize the prototype.”

“Incredible,” you praise before realizing how uncaring you might sound. “I mean, I’m sorry about the whole Dean Yaeger situation.”

Dr. Spengler shrugs, stepping out of the corner of the room he crammed himself in. “There’s nothing you could have done to change the outcome.”

You decide not to comment. There’s a certain tension behind his words that makes you think he might truly have been upset about the situation.

“So, what’s up with the… grid?” you ask, looking at the different types of equipment stacked in the room.

He does sound relieved by the change of subject. “The Containment System is the storage facility we use for paranormal entities. Lately, the growing number of stored entities has put a strain on the main chamber.” As he explains, he searches in a pile of paper, extracting a large sheet. “The simplest course of action would be to enlarge the room but in case of an exponential increase in psychokinetic energy, it wouldn’t be possible to expand indefinitely and I’m not even addressing the energy consumption problem.”

You saunter closer to him. Half of your brain is focused on how easily he slipped back into his rambling habits. Perhaps not all socialization has been lost, you muse delightfully.

“What’s the worst that could happen? An explosion?” you joke, hands on your hips.

There’s a moment of hesitation. You stare at him in disbelief. “Don’t tell me–”

“The system has a high-voltage laser grid.”

You gape at him for a second before clearing your throat. “Uh, you’ll have to tell me more I’m afraid.”

On the table, he puts down what seems to be the blueprint of the storage chamber. You study it from the side.

“PKE bounds together the negatively charged particles composing a ghost. Our two laser grids…“ He ignores your bewildered expression. “…prevent the entities from escaping.”

He continues, “But we’re completely dependent on the city’s power grid.”

“No redundancies?” you ask, starting to see the problem.

He shakes his head. “We had no way to generate our own power supply when we moved in – we still don’t, and we weren’t planning on a strong surge in PKE.” There’s a tremor at the corner of his eye, perhaps from tiredness. “It makes us vulnerable in case of a power outage.”

It all sounds very hazardous. “I’m surprised you still haven’t had Public Services knocking at your door, with you powering high-voltage grids and…” You throw another look at the blueprint. “…a penning trap of this size.”

Dr. Spengler looks up solemnly. “We have been drawing attention.”

That’s one way to put it, you think. “Won’t you also have problems with your… residents in there?”

“It’s complicated to assess the level of ionization inside the chamber,” he explains, lost in his musings. “I do daily samplings to monitor psychokinetic energy but it’s a time-consuming process and as minimum as it is, there’s still a risk of slippage. Stronger entities could attack the grid from the inside, despite the threat of–”

He comes to a sudden stop. “...perhaps I can just show you. If you’re willing to.”

Blinking away the feeling that is suspiciously looking like infatuation, you smile, trying to convey what you hope is a convincing agreement. “Of course.”

Dr. Spengler nods, putting away the scheme of the Containment System as you stare, unable to stop yourself. Funny how history repeats itself, you think, already picturing how you’re going to neglect your work just to hear him talk more. You can’t bring yourself to care the right amount. The concretization of it all – this whole Ghostbusters thing – is exhilarating. It was fascinating when it was mere speculations but now it’s all real. Right here, in an old firehouse in the middle of New York, are new forms of life; new not in age but in terms of discovery. Your work has always been focused on the future, so this is just another step toward it. It’s – funnily enough, all thanks to the past: the dead, the undead and the spiritual.

“Say, Dr. Spengler.” He turns back. “Have you been able to learn more about that psychokinetic energy?”

“Ghost energy can take various forms. I don’t have a clear idea of what it could be yet.” He frowns. “Which makes the improvement of the unit even more complex.”

“If you and Dr. Stantz are ok with the idea,” you say, heart beating faster. “I’d like to study this matter further. Apart from the effect on the valences, there could be laser-nuclei reactions that are worth looking into, as well as interactions between the entities themselves. Perhaps, it’s too soon to theorize about potential ‘ghost particles’ though...”

Dr. Spengler looks pensive for a minute, and you’re afraid he’ll chastity you – gently, but he just walks closer, extending an arm. “I’ll show you the unit, and we can talk about a new schematic.”

The ‘we’ is a heartwarming promise. “Lead the way, Dr. Spengler.”

As you approach the stairs, he has a small smile on his face. “Egon, please.”

You’ll have to tell him about his stuff at your place someday.

#egon spengler x reader #egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters reader insert #non binary reader

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charmisticdisappointment · 8 months

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Heartbroken.

I've been madly in love with just two men in my whole life - Chris Evans and Carlos Sainz. Obviously it's a problem as they are celebrities who don't and will never know I exist, and here I am completely head over heels, emotionally attached.

Ever since Chris Evans got married, I thought I'd be a wreck, because I've obsessed and loved this man for the better part of my life. Once again, he's way older than me and is just a crush. Also since it was F1 week, I brushed past this.

Carlos won his first pole in Ferrari in Singapore. And trust me, I was over the top for him. I used to watch F1 as a kid with my dad and uncle. And recently got back into it due to Carlos, Carlando, Charles and all the memes.

I was happy and cheering until today pictures and videos of Carlos and his rumored to be girlfriend starting showing up on my tumblr and instragram feed. One moment I was happy for them and the next I am bawling. I ended up deleting all saved pictures of Carlos on my phone - no longer my wallpaper.

It breaks my heart that I'm so in love with a stranger and what's even worse is that I'll probably never be loved the same ever as much I as I love these strangers....

How do you all deal with this? How do you not let celebrities and crushes affect you.

I've been single my whole life, which yes sounds pathetic and is sad, but I've never felt the need for a relationship until this point. I'm so happy for them to find love but how to I get over this feeling of betrayal, this feeling of not being enough ever for anyone?

#help #carlossainz #carlando #formulaone #charlesl #chrisevans #smoothoperator

#cevans #carlos sainz #carlando #charles leclerc #chris evans alba baptista #carlos sainz jr #love #self love #self care #body image #betrayal

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 2 years

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Witchy Roommate

Summary: This all started with a toothbrush , and Wanda's day went downhill from there, you were enjoying yourself though

A/N: I'm writing nonsense to keep myself busy...so enjoy? yeah enjoy! :)

18+ DNI as usual or you'll be blocked

Warnings: Swearing, angry Wanda, vision (jk) and kisses

Words: 2,042

"Did you use my toothbrush?" Wanda said with an annoyed sigh as she watched you sitting on the couch playing some stupid video game.

"Maybe I did so what?" Your eyes didn't leave the screen even when the brunette tried standing in front of your view "move Wanda you're blocking the game"

Wanda used her power to turn the game off and yank the controller from your hands

"Oh my fucking god Wanda what the hell's your problem?!" You stood up from the couch and stormed off into the kitchen "you come back here!" Wanda stormed after you throwing her power at you forcing you to glare at her

"Are you on your period or something? Calm the fuck down, yes I used your precious toothbrush, you know they sell them for a $1 right?"

Wanda pushed you against the counter making you laugh "definitely on your period, or maybe you need to get laid"

"I get laid! Vision gives it to me all the time!" Wanda tried defending but instead made it even worse "you say that as someone who's never had sex in their life"

You shoved Wanda back pushing past her to the refrigerator for a bottle of water, turning back to witch "you know vision cheats on you right?"

Wanda was shocked, what right did you have to make up stupid allegations about Vision? "No he doesn't" she mumbled "I know I just wanted to make you doubt yourself for a little"

The redhead blushed moving back through the apartment and sitting down on the couch, you followed smiling to yourself "so, when's lover boy coming over?"

Wanda rolled her eyes "not that you should care but he'll be here in about 20 minutes, so go and do something else"

You just stood with your arms crossed "no I think I'll finally introduce myself to the man, I think he'd like me personally"

"Whatever"

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

Wanda excitedly opened the door to Vision who hugged her tightly "hey Wanda" he kissed her softly making Wanda smile "I have a fun day planned Wands-"

"Y/n?!" Vision gasped seeing you come into the hallway "what the hell are you doing here?!" he picked you up into a tight hug spinning you around both of you laughing at the happy reunion

Wanda was confused, she knew vision wasn't in your school so what was happening? "er Vsion honey how do you know her?"

Vision couldn't stop smiling, eventually putting you down he turned to Wanda "she's my best friend from when we were kids! I can't believe she's out here in New York" he turned back to you "you said you wouldn't touch New York with a barge pole"

You shrugged slapping him on the back of the head "yeah well I was offered a job as a hero and thought why the fuck not?"

You and Vision caught up in the kitchen talking about the 15 years you guys spent apart "so got any girls on the go like usual?" You tapped your nose indicating for him to keep his nose out and he held his hands up "alright but I'll get it out of you one day"

You were both sat at the kitchen island, you watched as Wanda tried taking Vision's attention away from you to no avail "Vis come on, you said you had a special day planned"

"It was just a free movie to go and see, we can see it tomorrow babe okay?" He kissed her cheek and she smiled "okay, do you need anything?"

"Maybe some beers for me and Y/n" he looked at you for confirmation and you nodded "yeah a beer sounds nice Wands" you said sweetly and the woman glared at you "sure" she stormed off into the kitchen leaving you two alone.

"So Vis level with me, why are you dating Wanda? you called her weird every time you saw her on the street" you laughed along with Vision "come on Y/n she's fun, plus you're living with her so she's clearly not that bad"

You shrugged "to be fair I'm only living with her because the rent gets paid, anyway how long have you been dating? And why didn't you come round sooner?" Wanda re-entered the room setting down the beers in front of you both vision kissing her a thank you and you a polite nod "thanks witchy"

"Whatever Y/n" she sat down next to Vision who wrapped his arm around her waist. "sorry for not giving you much attention babe, I promise 10 more minutes of catching up and we can go and have some fun" he winked and Wanda blushed "okay"

You couldn't help but fake gag pulling the pair out of their gaze Wanda groaning "fuck off Y/n, just because you don't have a partner"

You fake gasped "ouch! I'm hurt, but I do have a partner, in fact she should be turning up any minute" just then there was a knock on the door and it opened to someone Wanda hadn't seen in years and was even told the worst had happened to her "Scarlet?!"

"Well hey wands, I didn't know you were here" she smirked at her shocked expression and closed the door behind her going straight to kiss you making Wanda turn her head away, great Wanda thought, now her toxic ex shows up too?

Vision none the wiser stood up hugging Scarlet like he hugged you "Scarlet! Everyone at the compound thinks you're dead!"

She laughed hugging him back tightly "yeah well the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated dear Vision"

Wanda was getting a headache, she was stressed, what the fuck was going on? "Vis I'm gonna go and lay down for a little, my head is hurting"

Vision pulled Wanda into a hug kissing her forehead "okay princess, so you want me to come with you?"

The brunette shook her head "no my love its okay, you catch up with them" she left you three alone but your eyes followed her, you're glad you could have shocked her tonight, but you wanted more "give me a minute guys I'm just gonna get something from my room"

Scarlet kissed you "don't be too long detka" she let you go with a slap on your ass giving you a smile "can't you keep your hands to yourself?" you chuckled "absolutely not"

You moved through the place and towards Wanda's room knocking on the door "you okay mopey?"

"Fuck off" Wanda stated and you just laughed pushing the door open slightly met with a pillow to the face "oh come on grumpy, listen I'm sorry I didn't tell you I knew your precious boyfriend or that your toxic ex was actually alive, but there is something I wanna know, do you remember what I used to do to you in school?"

Wanda sighed sitting up from her bed "you used to bully me all the time with Nat, but jokes on you because I used magic to make myself forget everything you did, when you came looking for somewhere to stay I thought I recognised you but couldn't put my finger on it, until you stayed for a while, then the memories came flooding back, the fights, the name calling, the stupid fucking pranks" she was now stood up and pushing you back with every word spoke

"You treated me like shit and for what?! You were a bitch and you're still a bitch now!" There were tears streaming down her face, it actually broke your heart "Wanda..." you tried but she ignored you slamming your back into the door, the tears falling onto the floor now.

You had to admit you didn't like what you were in high school, a bully, a horrible bully at that, when you found out Wanda was renting a room sure you thought it would be funny to mess with her, but she didn't even recognise you, did she really block it all out?, not that you blamed her though, she had grown up pretty hot too, maybe that was another reason you wanted the extra room?.

You gently raised your arms around the brunette hugging her lightly "Wanda, Wanda stop!" She stopped hitting you, instead resting her hands on your chest and lowering her head. The silence engulfed the both of you, you wondered if Vision and Scar noticed your long absence, the thought didn't last long Wanda lifting her head up looking onto your eyes "tell me" she asked with watery eyes "tell me why you bullied me"

You sighed, well might as well get it all out in the open "Wanda I don't have an answer that wont hurt your feelings, you were an easy target, you had glasses and braces and seeing you cry was the highlight of our day"

Wanda pulled away from you "you bullied me all through school because I was easy and I had braces? You're pathetic! What a pathetic excuse to bully someone" she grabbed a tissue wiping her tears away and sitting back down on her bed "you know what I think?"

You knew this was a dangerous game but you answered her anyway "go on then Maximoff, tell me"

"You're insecure, you only had friends because they were just as selfish, bitchy and insecure as you are"

You let her continue getting all of her anger out on you, finally she stopped breathing heavily staring you down, some tears escaping you but you kept your composure "do you feel better Wanda? Getting all that out?"

Wanda smiled "bitch"

You sat down next to her on the bed offering to wipe her tears but she refused "just leave"

"Wanda I want to tell you something but if I do you're gonna think it's stupid and movie like and cringe"

She rolled her eyes "I think we're way past being cringe"

You sighed "okay, I think you're hot"

Wanda raised her eyebrows at you "is this one of your pranks?"

You shook your head "no and honestly it sounds so cliche and weird but fuck me you're so pretty, and it pisses me off, you-you should get plastic surgery to make yourself ugly or something because I want to kiss you all the time, but that toothbrush thing before was stupid and you need to get over it-"

Her soft lips on you stopped you rambling kissing you softly, pulling away Wanda was blushing "I'm sorry" she whispered trying to get up but you stopped her pulling her into you kissing her harder than she did to you, your tongue forcing its way into her mouth, she pulled away forcefully "no, no we can't do this"

You closed your eyes in disappointment "you're so annoying Wanda, come on let's just do it, we've clearly got some sexual tension going on and how funny would it be that a bully and her victim slept together? Like one of those badly acted pornos" you tried kissing her again but she forced you back and stood up "no! No I wont let you treat me like Scarlet treated me"

"Are you serious? I'm not Scarlet you moron, we weren't even talking about her!" you laughed but stopped looking at her face

"That's what I mean! I wont let you treat me like a piece of shit" She went to leave her room but you quickly jumped up and closed the door trapping her against it "you kissed me first"

"To stop you rambling" Wanda countered "oh so you want me to start rambling again?" You started trailing your fingers across her body but the woman quickly stopped you "don't tell anyone about this, we continue on as roommates and nothing else, got it?"

You held your hands up in defeat smiling down at her "fine but just one more thing" you kissed her hard leaving her breathless "fucking beautiful" you breathed out looking at her puffy lips and blushed face.

"We're going to have so much fun" you stepped away from her and let her out of the room to freshen up leaving you smiling to yourself "maybe Scar will give me some advice on how to seduce her, no toxic stuff though"

#marvel #mcu #marvel women #marvel au #marvel imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #the scarlet witch imagine #the scarlet witch #the vision #marvel fic #the scarlet witch x reader

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kangmoon27 · 1 year

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HEAVEN AND BACK | JJK

She was always dealing with the devil. She was always into taking those chances.

Chances that he can make devil into angel. But isn't impossible? Yes it is. It's so impossible for a devil to turn into a good lil angel so instead of giving up she slowly turned herself into a devil like he is.

She met a couple other women

Who were into going late night dancing.

Taking the same path as her new girl friend's. She didn't knew what was waiting for her.

Without her realizing the path that she took. She became stripper just like the woman she just meet.

While working, she meet a man, a man who is devil himself. She fell but he didn't catch her, he just watches her falling while he's smirking.

He loves it when womans running after him, begging him and submitting their selves to him. He can feel his power taking over them.

Just then he found her. His perfect submissive.

He didn't waste time and immediately put his arms around her. He won't let her go that easily now, unless he felt tired of her.

But that is if he would even get tired of her. He's a man who easily get tired but after tasting her, he just couldn't help himself thinking about her and having her in his bed again.

He felt so addicted to her and no one can stop him from tasting you. He already wrapped his arms around you and there's no way you will find a way to escape from him.

Right now he's waiting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand, placing it between his upper and bottom lips as he took a sip and gulp.

Putting the glass of whiskey on the table and started pouring some on his glass again but his attention goes to the woman who's entering the stage while wearing all white lingerie.

You look like a sinful angel and he's so damn addicted to it. He calls himself as a devil while you're his submissive fallen angel. His sinful fallen angel.

Without his realizing, the glass is already full that made the glass flowing and tripping on the table.

"Mr.Jeon, your glass is pouring" one of his bodyguard tap his shoulder as he whispered to his ears making him go back to realization.

Clearing his throat while finally blinking his eyes. He took his glass of whiskey and drink it while his eyes focused on yours again.

"I want her. As soon as she's done performing, I want her in my car. I'll wait for her." Jungkook said as he stood up from his seat, giving you one last glaze.

You both made eye contact and non of you wanted to break it till you did. Jungkook poke his inner cheek thinking that he couldn't even control himself by just looking at you.

For the last time, he look at you who's dancing on the pole as he took his leave. He walk out of the club while hi bodyguard went to the manager and asked for you.

Leaning his back at the car, lighting up a cigarettes as he put it in between his lips. Blowing the smoke coming from his mouth his sight fell on the woman who just came out of the club together with his bodyguard.

Smirk appeared between his lips seeing her making her way towards him. Standing up Infront of her as she stared at him.

He didn't say anything but instead he opened the door from the back sit and let her entered followed by him.

The bodyguard started the engine and drove away.

Both of them are inside the bedroom. No one dares to talk. As soon as they arrived in his bedroom, the started stripping their selves and came to face each other.

He watches every movement she makes. He watches her taking something from her bag as she pulled out a pill.

Then she fell in love with a pill

That could take away all her pain.

Yeah, it's a drûgs, Jungkook saw that. This isn't the first time he saw her taking one before doing it with him and now he started hating it.

He hates the fact that everytime they're making out she's always in high that she couldn't remember anything once she woke up.

He wanted her to remember everything about him, he wanted her to remember him mostly his touch.

Before she could even take one, Jungkook immediately grabbed the pill and flashed it on the toilet. you look at him in shocked as you tried to stop him but it was too late.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You said while pushing him. You look at the toilet bowl while closing your eyes. You needed those, those are the only one that helps you will all of your problem and it's the only one that can make you do your job properly.

You've never tried doing it with anyone without taking one, even just one pill and now you're starting to get panic attack.

Jungkook grabbed your hand taking you out of the bathroom and pushed you on the bed. Hovover you.

Slap came across his face making him turn his head to the other side of the room. He looked at you as he pin you down.

"I'm paying you tonight so meaning I'm In control. Don't you dare disobey me Princess." He said. Both of your body collided as he started kissing your neck.

You turn your glance at the ceiling, trying to push him away but since he's stronger than you, you just gave up and let him makes you.

"You took my drûgs away. How will I satisfy you now." You whispered making him stopped from marking you.

He pulled away and stared at you.

"Make me your drûgs then, take me and use me, all for you" he said as he pulled you into passionate kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer while his fingers pinch your nipple making you lose between the battle of yours and his tongue.

Gaining moan from you made him smirk. He grabbed the back of your head and your waist as he turned you around making you lay on tap of him.

"Go on, take me, used me, make me your drûgs that will satisfy you." The man spoke while staring at you.

Crawling down on the bed as you place yourself in-between his thighs.

Taking his crotch in you hand, palming it while licking his tip.

Jungkook moan while rolling back his eyes. He stared at the ceiling after feeling your warm mouth taking him all. Smiled appeared on his lips feeling every pleasure you gave.

Not even letting himself cum, he immediately pulled you and lay you on the bed, placing himself on top of you as he slowly pushed himself inside.

She moan while hugging his torso with her legs as he roughly pounded into her deep. He's making her feel satisfied. Better than drûgs.

Then she fell in love with a whole new drug

That could fill her veins

And then

She's high

She lives in the sky

Tonight she's satisfied

Rolling back her eyes

But then she starts to cry

Fucking you endlessly pressed against the cold silk bedsheet, he keep on pushing himself inside you. feeling every organs while pounding, you moan on his shoulder while digging your nails on his bare back.

You started trying, it's painful, you didn't realize that it is this painful getting wreaked apart. You didn't realize cause everytime yourself doing it your high with drûgs but now you're high because of your new pill and it's him.

It hurts but you just couldn't asked him to stop, you're loving it. He already make you cum several times but you never wanted him to stop. You feel addicted. Till you feel like passing out while feeling heaven.

Everything is turning to black

All in one night

She just went to heaven and back

[She was always dealing with a devil she was always into taking those chances

Said she met a couple other women

Who were into going late night dancing

Then she fell in love with a pill

That could take away all her pain, yeah

Then she fell in love with a whole new drug

That could fill her veins

And then

She's high

She lives in the sky

Tonight she's satisfied

Rolling back her eyes

But then she starts to cry

Everything is turning to black

All in one night

She just went to heaven and back]

[Lmao this story is inspired by the song Heaven and back by Chase Atlantic and I'm currently obsessed with it right now so I hope you like it]

#jungkook #bts jungkook #bts x reader #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkookff #jungkook x reader #bts smut

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teeth--thief · 2 months

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I would be interested in so called “hater diaries”.

- Rodka

[Referencing this post] Of course you would, you absolute angel... Imma tag you now that you have a blog @atomshchik ☆

The channel I was talking about is Chernobylite (yes, as in the Chernobylite - the game one). Listen... if anyone should be able able to criticise this guy, I think it should be me. Pole on Pole violence 👊💥👊💥

Let's get cracking... under the cut.

One thing you have to keep in mind when watching anything on the internet about Chernobyl: if they bring up HBO's show as a credible source, quote it, use mostly stills or photos of the scenery or actors instead of of the real stuff etc etc - that is a flag more red than that of the Soviet Union, okay? HBO in thumbnails? Unless it's a "this show is extremely inaccurate" kind of video, that's most likely due to a) the lack of knowledge about actual credible sources or b) need for profit (monkey sees, monkey does clicks - the show is incredibly popular, putting imagery related to it means a higher chance people will choose your video).

To keep it short and (not at all) sweet: this guy is like the evil brother of That Chernobyl Guy. This is That Bare Minimum Chernobyl Man, though. He uploads a video at least once a week and they always JUST BARELY hit the 10 minute mark. But they always do. Hm... I wonder why... I sure do wonder what the number 10 and YouTube have in common... oh. Oh yeah. It starts with MONETI and ends with SATION Need a hint? Mhm, I didn't think so. Speaking of time, the intro is usually almost 2 minutes long, the outro a minute and, there you go, suddenly there's actually even less content than expected.

He has some genuinely bad takes sometimes, too. I don't know if I'm just sensitive about Toptunov specifically (I very clearly am) or if his video on him is just especially offensive to me... and it's 12 minutes 😍😍 two more than usual! And so, I'll use this video as an example. (edit during drafting: he had just released a video on N.M. Fomin which... I'll watch once I'll have some time to waste and we'll see how bad that one is...)

>Not even 20 seconds in and he just HAD TO hit us with that ThAt Is ThE cOsT oF lIeS, of course, you know it brother 💯🔥‼️ Oh get over yourself. Find another quote. And stop putting pictures of my favourite operator next to his blonde twink counterpart from the show. I'm offended on his behalf.

>I like how he just takes random pics off of Google Images or something. The photo he uses at 2:00 is from a Reddit post on r/chernobyl, and it's a picture of a picture - didn't feel like looking for a better one, huh? Someone's a little lazy?

>The video ACTUALLY starts at 2:30. Girlllll (gn) you are so slowwwww, pick up the peace, we're all getting old waiting for you to start.

>The picture slideshow we're getting is almost never relevant to what he's saying. He's saying where Toptunov was born and all we see is the reactor after explosion. Like, okay brother, I didn't know that's how SuMY, in BuRYN, as he says, looked like then. A map from Wikipedia wasn't available? That's the best you can do? Not to mention a few of his videos literally have the same b-roll. It feels like the same video over and over again.

>He claims that "his father's connection probably were useful" when it came to him pursing a career in science... would you like to show me when exactly they could have been useful? When he was taking an entrance exam for uni just like everybody else? Or was it when he had to work his way up from the very bottom of the NPP food work chain? Unless you were a child of someone real high up and wanted to pursue a career of doing fuckall then your nepo baby status wouldn't help you all that much. Your party connections would help you move up faster, sure, but you wouldn't be able to not pass the necessary training and/or exams.

"(...) no good scientist could dream of a good job in a nuclear programme without being somewhat involved in local politics." We don't even know if Toptunov himself was in the party. We know that Akimov was quite the dedicated party man, sure. But Stolyarchuk wasn't in the party at all and Dyatlov wasn't cool with the party and the party wasn't cool with him. How many more times can I say party? Too many parties. I hate parties. He also goes on to say that, after graduation he could only get an entry level position because "He would need really good connections to acquire higher ranking job without any previous experience" I am very sorry to inform you but that's just not how real life works. Maybe if you have a good degree, you can immediately become the CEO of all the janitors in the building but that's about that when it comes to the seriousness of the job.

>Now, the part that made me audibly GASP starts at 6:30:

(...) many power plant staff were dismissed, including those from the night shift at unit 4. Including Toptunov, many were labelled non-essential personnel and sent home. That was probably a part of managing the disaster from a propaganda perspective. Fewer people on site, fewer witnesses.

This is an actually DERANGED take. This was my breaking point... like, you cannot be serious right now. Not the evil Soviet scientists and their evil propaganda...! The evil propaganda of safety...! I'm sorry to inform you but ever single person in charge there wasn't immediately thinking "By Lenin, how can we ensure these horrible bottom feeders, also known as our colleagues, we're employing at our power plant don't say a word to anyone outside?" They were most likely thinking "If this part of the personnel is literally useless, why would they stay in this potentially dangerous zone? Let's get them out - for their safety and liquidation organisation's sake."

>"As he later stated (...)" We don't know what he stated. We don't have a single word that came out of his mouth recorded anywhere. It's all they said that he said. Or the authors of books want to show how much they think they know (look no further than Medvedev's "acording to Toptunov..." yes, I'm sure you know exactly what he thought about everything. Surely. You must have spoken to him. Through a Ouija Board, clearly). We'd need the statements from the KGB and whatnot to actually determine what any of them said or thought.

>"(...) During that time when he felt better, he had spoken multiple times to both Akimov and Dyatlov (...)" Acording to some book, I'm sorry, I don't remember which one, he was one of the few people that actually didn't get up from his bed to participate in the discussions, probably because his legs were already in a bad shape. Take this with a grain of salt, though. Nobody explicitly said he NEVER hang out with anyone at the hospital. It's just that worth noting that there's a possibility he at least didn't do that as much as the rest of the guys.

Overall grade: read a book. Change the boring ass b-roll shots. Change the stock sounding "creepy" music. Put some effort into everything. Stop relying on HBO's Chernobyl.

Conclusion: you'll never be That Chernobyl Guy xoxo That Chernobyl Guy for the president

#half baked commentary for a half baked video - it's only fair #file: special interest: chernobyl #chernobyl #file: misc hunter #file: ask!#asker: @atomshchik

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Unnamed Road - Chapter III

Face claim: Melanie Laurent as Izzy. Morena Baccarin as Tess.

Tess is a property of @livvy-lov3

Coda to 2.06 "Maximum Deployment"

Officer John Cooper is about to discover feelings that he thought that were impossible to him feel.

Izzy and Tess were both in the borthel, seeing the girls working.

"You like it?" The blonde asked.

"Here? Yeah, I'm used to it. You should come work here." Tess answered, laughing.

"Me? Serious, Tess?"

"Yeah. Would you like to try? I am sure you will do well."

Izzy thought a little and said yes, affirming that she would return the next day. She bought some new lingeries and a gift for her new friend: a necklace from Tiffany & CO.

And the next day, there she was. Ready to start her work. Nervous, because she needed to lie to her parents, Izzy got into the borthel and greeted Tess.

"You ready?" The madam asked.

"Not sure, but I'll try. Thanks for the opportunity. Oh, I brought something for you. Let's go to the locker room."

They both went up the stairs and Izzy took the gift.

"Remember girl, you deserve it" she said and opened up the box revealing the gem.

"Oh!" Tess was shocked. "My God!"

“How can I make it?” Izzy asked, while she was coming up on the stage. “You’ll learn with time” Tess replied. “Just spin around the pole and laugh for them. They love it because’ em are all assholes. Just get their money.”

They both laughed and Tess went to open the doors up. Izzy tested a spin, checking that it wouldn't make her dizzy. Tess would do the show that night, but Izzy and the other girls also would go on stage.

When Izzy was serving the customers, someone got a little slap across her ass. She immediately turned around, just to see Ben Sherman sitting in a chair.

“Ben?!” He startled back “Izzy?! Damn! What are you doing here?”

“Having fun”

“Fun? You are wearing just a panty and a bra!”

“Yeah, I'm working here for a few days.” Izzy answered and lowered her voice “don't tell this to anyone!”

“Take it easy. I came here to talk to Tess.” He said. “Oh, so you will like it. Tess is the queen of the night. She is the main attraction today.”

As Izzy told it, Ben got furious and he passed through the stage, going up the stairs. Tess tried to hold him, but she failed. “Fuck!” She cursed.

Izzy went to serve the man, looking for the stairs every ten minutes, but neither Ben nor Tess came down. Suddenly, she realized that someone was watching her. Izzy looked around, but didn't see anyone.

“Would you like a beer sir?” she asked a man sitting in the shadow in a corner. The guy came forward and the light illuminated his face. It was John, Ben's TO.

He looked at Izzy, from her head to her feet, looking surprised by her clothes. She smirked.

“Officer John! What a surprise! First Ben, now you. Beer?” She asked again. “Ben's here too? Where is he?”

“He went up the stairs. I guess he went to talk to Tess”.

“And you? What are you doing here?”

“I'm having some fun.” John got scared “Some fun?” Izzy laughed. “You and Ben are relatives? You both speak the same way. He was also scared by my answer. So, beer? I need to serve other guys.”

As she said it, a man got another slap across her ass, and Izzy went to ask what he wanted. John was disgusted to see that and now he was no longer just worried about Tess. Breath coming in sharp, rapid jerks. Ben came down from the second floor and passed through the door without seeing him, but John couldn't leave, remembering when Izzy called him “hot fuzz”.

When he saw Izzy going to climb the stairs, he was after her. She was into the locker room, and he almost broke down the damned door.

“What-” Izzy yelped when the door was opened up. When she saw John standing there, she instinctively covered her breasts. “Now I've to ask: what are you doing here?”

Trying to hide how much the girl upset him, John got two steps to her. “You said you were having fun here. You know how long I'm trying to make Tess give up on this kind of life?” He was very furious. More than Ben when he heard of Tess being the main attraction of the night.

#southland #john cooper #ben sherman #morena baccarin #f!oc #melanie laurent

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acrux-jr · 5 months

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Hi. Okay, you can ignore this if you would like, but can I request a Mike Schmidt (Fnaf) x half deaf reader? Or even just deaf reader would be great :)) and the reader could be abby's babysitter or something?

Even if you decide to not do this, I hope you have a wonderful day/night <3

Hi luv! Thank you so much. i am so sorry that it took so long! School was kicking my butt but now that it's done with, I had time to write ! But here you go! If you have any notes pls lmk this is just a quick oneshot but if you want a part 2 or want me to add part feel free to message me!!

Title: Read My Lips

Word Count: 3k

Tags: fluff, oneshot, deaf reader!

As you saw the flyer on the wooden pole.

Babysitter needed

Please call xxx-xxx-xxxx

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you friend came into view as you turned around.

She gave you a quizzical look.

She spoke as she signed.

‘You interested?’

You shrugged, you signed yes and nodded your head. She shrugged as well.

‘Extra cash.’

She nodded along and agreed. You ripped the flap of paper off and the two of you walked the remaining way to the park.

As the two of you sat, she signed about the cute boy in her class. This was your last year of college here before transferring to Gallaudet. Your friend buzzed with excitement as she continued to sign about how cute he was and how they were partners for a lab. You smiled and gave a chuckle when she explained how he fell on her by “accident” and offered his hoodie to her.

‘You he wants you, like bad.’

‘I'm hoping for that.’

As you eat your picnic you text the number, couldn't hurt to try right?

‘Hello, I'm texting about the babysitting job.’

Not even a minute later there was a response.

‘Hi yes. It's from 6 pm to 3 am.’

Your eyes widened and your friend peaked over. You looked at her.

‘ Long time working *N/S* (name sign). You think you can do it?’

‘Yes.’ You nodded and signed o.k.

‘That's fine. Quick information though I am deaf.’

There was a pause in the response time. After 5 minutes you sighed, your friend gave a quick wave and you turned your attention to her.

‘No text?’

‘Yeah.’

She rolled her eyes. ‘Fuck them.’

You smiled and gave the chuckle sign. You left your phone to the side, opting to focus your attention on the food and your friends' plan on what to do next.

You got home at 5 when the sun started to set now. It was kind of nice the longer nights and the cold weather.

You felt the vibration of your phone.

‘We don't know any asl. If you're still up for it you could start today.’

You titled your head and thought for a quick second.

‘That's fine I can read lips well. Or we can write/text.’

‘Okay see you at 6, heres my address *_________*.’

It was 5:05 now and from what you can remember that house was reasonably close just to walk to. You went into the kitchen where your dad was.

‘I have new job 6 pm finish at 3 am.’

You're father's eyes widened.

‘Long time work. You got job why?’

‘Extra money before going to Gallaudet.’ He nodded.

‘Ok, I'll inform your mom.’

‘Thanks. I start tonight.’

‘Ok I'll tell her when she's finished grocery shopping.’

‘You make what?’

‘Lasagna.’

‘Nice. I'll eat, finish, then go to work.’

You grabbed the lasagna and cut out a medium size square and sat next to your dad. He was watching the movie Monster-In-Law. Your dad has always liked rom-cons for some reason. You watched Jennifer Lawrence as a waiter at a fancy upscale party and looked at the guy she thought was cute.

You looked at the time at it was 5:40 pm. You waved to get your dads attention.

‘Going to work.’

He nodded. ‘Text me when you get to work.’

You went to the room and grabbed a hoodie since it was starting to get colder. It was a quick 10 minute walk from your house. You gave a slight knock to the door and waited.

The door opened and a disheveled looking man with wide eyes.

He began to speak. “Hi sorry, Abby won't…” he stopped in realization, he held up a finger for 1, and rushed to get paper and a pen.

“Sorry I'm still getting ready Abby is being a pain. Give me 5 minutes and I'll come back out.”

You read the sloppy writing and nodded. You motioned you to come in and you did. There was a little girl on the floor drawing. She looked at you and gave a small smile. You returned it. You got a crayon and wrote something down.

‘Hi! My name is Abby’

‘Hi, my name it Y/N.’

‘Mike told me you were deef’

‘It's deaf sweetie and yes I am.’

Just as Abby was about to write more Mike came out of the room. He had a pen and paper.

‘This is my sister Abby. She already ate but there are snacks in the fridge. The gig is $ an hour. It's low for right now but I am going to get another job soon with better pay, just gotta pass the interview. Her bedtime is at 9:30 latest 10.’

You read through it quickly and nodded. ‘Okay got it. What is you name?’

Mike reddened from embarrassment. ‘Mike what is yours?’

‘Y/N.’

‘Okay I have to go. Call text me if anything happens or any questions you have.’

You nodded and watched as Mike gave his sister a hug and said "see you later.’ You turned away as Mike began to say to call if the babysitter does anything.

Abby rushed back next to you.

‘Can you teach me some signs?’

You gave a smile and nodded.

She quickly scribbbled something down. ‘You have a pretty smile :).’

You gave an another and chuckled. ‘Thank you Abby. Here this is your first sign: thank you.’

She read and smiled looking up at you in anticipation. You brought your palm up and your fingertips touching your chin, you brought it down and slightly out before your chest.

‘Thank you.’

Abby repeated the sign a couple of times before you were satisfied with it.

‘Let's start with the Alphabet.

A B C……”

You wrote that letter and would point to the ones you were about to sign. Abby soaked it all in. She was excited to learn ASL, you found it endearing. Time flew and you started to point at a random letter and Abby would give the sign. You signed names and places to get her familiar with it.

It was already 9:10 and Abby yawned.

‘You look tired. Let's get you ready for bed.’

Abby nodded, sadly, as she rubbed her eyes. She led you to her. You tucked her in. She momentarily forgot.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

She gave a smile and signed goodnight as her. She gave a tired smile and signed it too. You put her night lights on and closed the door.

You went to the living room and snooped around. Abby left her crayons and pencils out, there was a couple of chapter books by the TV, you assumed were Mike's.

A thought occurred to you. You pulled out your phone and texted Mike

‘Just put Abby to bed, she ate a snack apple and some cheez itz before bed too.’

‘Okay, thank you. You can sleep as well if you want. I'll be home around 3:30.’

‘Okay got it.’

The conversation stopped and you gravitated towards the books and picked up a random one.

You nodded off around 1 am. You felt a shake and your eyes fluttered open. You saw Mike and gave a wave. You were about to start signing but grabbed your phone.

‘Sorry I was reading and I guess I fell asleep.’

He pulled his phone and read the text before replying. ‘Don't worry I don't mind.’

Before you could respond, he messaged again. ‘You can stay the night if you want to. There's no car so Im assuming you took the bus.’

‘I walked. I live right down the street. I don't mind walking back.’

‘No please I would feel better if you stayed, it's freezing and dark as hell.’

You puffed your cheeks and debated. It wasn't too far of a walk but understood his worry, it was also like 3 am and cold as hell apparently. You glanced up at him and saw he was staring. He coughed and looked away. You blushed, well yes he was dropped dead hot even with his disheveled look, if anything that added to the charm.

You gave a sigh and nodded. ‘Okay let me tell my parents so they don't worry.’

‘Okay great. Let me get you a blanket and some pjs.’

You texted your parents the update, and waited. You ohone vibrated, and you look up and saw Mike standing.

‘They in my room across from Abby's. I'll wait here so you can change.’

You nodded and got him. You entered his room, closed and locked the door. You saw the pjs plaid bottom that was soft. You looked around as you changed and saw his room was fairly organized clutter on his night stand and a clutter of books by the bed. His room was a pretty green color and his sheets were dark gray. You saw that under there was a bigger hoodie for you and it was a lot thicker.

You immediately put it on and was met with a cinnamon bourbon smell. You assumed it was his body wash, or deodorant, or even cologne. It smelt nice.

You made your way out and this time you had to shake him. He ended up falling asleep on the couch for the couple of minutes you were changing.

After a couple shakes he woke up and yawned. He grabbed the phone.

‘Sorry. Alright you welcome to anything in the fridge for breakfast before you leave, just lock the door and text when you do.’

‘Okay got it, goodnight.’

‘Goodnight.’

He got up and you sat down. He gave a little wave bye and you smiled at him.

You couldn't see it but he blushed as he walked into his room, feeling slight butterflies in his stomach.

You nodded off, dream filled with you and Mike in his room. Coincidently Mike had the same dream setting but more focused on the bed part.

It was 9 am when you woke up, Abby was watching tv cuddle by you on the floor. You gently tapped her shoulder and she squealed and smiled.

‘Hi N/S.’

‘Hi Abby. Goodmorning.’

It clicked what that sign was and she signed it back. She gave you pencil and paper and her drawing clipboard.

‘I have to go, do you want me to cook you something before I go.’

Abby nodded shly and you got up from the kitchen, you scanned the fridge and saw there was eggs and bacon, also there was some green onions. Omelet and bacon it is.

You cooked as Abby watched TV, bugs bunny and daffy duck. You made 3 plates, one for you, one for Abby, and one for me. You set it down in front of her.

‘Thank you.’ You smiled and nodded.

You ate and watched the show with her. Once you were done you grabbed the paper. ‘Okay I have to go, I'll text your brother but you should wake him up soon.’ Abby nodded, and as you were about to leave you realized were still in his pajamas and you left your clothes in his room. Abby saw the hesitation.

‘Whats wrong?’

‘I left my clothes in youe brothers room.’

‘It's open, he leaves it unlocked for me to go in and wake him up.’

You nodded, and walked to his door. You gave a knock before entering. He was still asleep, on his stomach. You tiptoed around, carefully not to step on anything that would make noise. You looked around the end of the bed, you picked up his clothes and found yours right where you left them. You turned yo look at him and noticed he was on his back, also he was shirtless, and that there was a tent in his blanket.

You grew warm at the realization and quickly and quietly rushed out of his room. You went to the bathroom and changed. You messaged Mike there was food and you were headed out now.

You left after signing bye to Abby again. You walked home and went immediately back to bed, the tiredness hitting you mid walk was unbearable.

You woke up to you mom shaking you.

‘12:30, wake up.’

You waved her off and was met with another shake. You groaned and flipped over to get up right.

‘Both father and I, going out to meet up with friends til 3. I made sandwiches, yours in the fridge on the 3rd shelf.’

“Ok. See you later, love you.’

‘Love you.’

Your mom walked off, and layed in bed. Your dream coming back to you.

Flashes popped up, you, Abbys and Mike having a picnic, you and Mike on a date, then the images of you and Mike making it in his room. You immediately shot up and scrambled out of bed and out of your room. You went to the kitchen and got some water.

Great now you had a crush for the dude you were babysitting his little sister for. Perfect. What could possibly go wrong here? You grabbed your phone from your pocket and saw there was a message from Mike.

‘Hey thank you for the food that was sweet.’

‘Oh it was no problem :)’

‘Hey I got called in 3 to 10 would you mind coming over again? If not, it's okay we haven't even gone over the schedule and what not.’

‘That's fine I'll be over at 2: 30 then?’

‘Yea thank you.’

You opened the fridge and there was the sandwich, you grabbed it, a coke, and then picked up a bag of chips next to the fridge.

Time passed as you watched Ella Enchanted. Once the movie was finished you went to your room and got ready quickly. You texted your parents as you locked up that you had another shift and would be home around 10 or 11 tonight.

You got there exactly at 2:30 and knocked. Mike was there with his phone in hand and looking cute though that didn't even cross you mind at all. Mike smiled.

He opened the door fully and stepped to the side.

‘Thank you again. I appreciate it. When I get home we'll talk about the schedule and everything then?’

‘Yeah that's fine.’

‘Okay bye.’

‘Bye have a good day at work.’ Mike gave you a grin and wink which threw you off. He hurried and gave Abby a hug and left.

The day passed by as you taught Abby some more signs, and then you made her dinner and watched TV with her as you ate. The night ended with the two of you doodling on the floor. She had a bear, a bunny, a fox, and a chicken all holding hands. You vaguely remembered that old chain that shut down a while back. You shrugged it off as she must've loved those weird animatronics.

You put Abby to bed at 9:45. You watched the TV the rest of the time with the subtitles on for the cartoons. You saw the door open from the corner of your eye and saw Mike exhausted coming through the door. You wrote a quick question in if he wanted food and handed it to him. He gave a quick nod.

You went to the kitchen, and heated up the left dinner. You gave it to him and he gave thanks. You started to pick up Abby's paper and left them on the kitchen table with her pencils. You turned around and then bumped into Mike. Your head hit his mouth.

You blinked as the pain slowly faded. You signed sorry and Mike waved you off. It's okay.

You were still pretty close as Mike held his mouth and chin. You saw there was a little red still. You didn't notice he the deep breath he took to calm himself.

Can you read lips?

You nodded and titled your hand back and forth.

Your eyebrows furrowed as he let go of his chin.

You're very pretty.

You're shot up at him, and you blushed. He smiled. If you're free tomorrow I don't work, maybe you could teach me ASL while Abby's in school.

You found yourself nodding, and Mike winked at you and put his plate in the sink. You felt giddy for tomorrow.

You left in a rush, even though Mkke offered the couch again. You politely declined writing that you it was okay and your parents expected you. He waved and winked goodbye. You never expected him to be so ... coy? It was kind of hot.

You've dated, of course, but Mike was something refreshing. All of the people you dated were kind of nerdy and quiet, which you didn't mind, but the relationships didn't last long. While Mike was a secret book nerd, he was teasing and so fucking hot.

The next day rolled around, and at 10, you met him at the diner. You wrote down your order, and the teo of you sat in silence.

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sailorsenshishitposter · 5 months

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Blonde twink gets destroyed by the clap of Brazil's ass cheeks

Jet stream Sam:

You like Brazilian chads with dummy thicc thighs that save lives, are an avid listener to bury the light, or have probably never played any other Metal Gear game since you are an avid RaidenxSam shipper who tends to forget or not know that Raiden has a wife (to be fair Rose repeatedly manipulated him and is a terrible cook so obviously Sam is the better choice and you have good taste in husbandos).

First Date:

You were at the local strip club, your boyfriend recently having dumped you. You decided you would go get drunk and watch some hot men dance to ease your troubles. You poured down your tequila and burped. "This better be worth it!" You brought all the cash you had on you which was pathetically small since your only source of income was from working at Wal-Mart.

Suddenly bright lights were flashing in neon colors and for some reason it reminded you of your friends rgb pc setup. "Hey ladies, give it out to our first man of the night, the incredibly sexy Corrente de Jato" Next thing you knew, men and women around you were screaming like they were at a boy band concert. "I guess this guy must be really popular huh?" Soon catchy techno music was blasting and out came a rugged yet chiseled man.

"Lets dance!" He began taking off his clothes and was soon only wearing a thong, not leaving much to the imagination. His rythmn matched the beat and you had to admit that he was pretty good because he could do some wicked moves on that dance pole. The money started pouring in. "Yes, yes I like this!" the man thought. In the corner of the room a slight growl could faintly be heard. There was a lone cardboard box. Underneath of course was none of then Raiden.

"That bastard! So this is what he's been up to? Well I think it's time to make my entrance!" He slowly crept to the front of the row. "What the hell is that?" Raiden was bumping into more people than someone playing bumper cars so everyone eventually took notice and stopped paying attention to Sam. "Shit! I think I've been compromised. Alright, plan b!" He tore away the box and revealed himself.

"Raiden? Is that You? What on earth are you doing here!?" The cyborg pointed his blade at the Brazilian man. "I'm the one that should be asking you that! This sword is a tool of justice but tonight I shall prove that I'm the victor!" Samuel laughed. "By all means pretty boy, if you think this is so easy then why don't you try it yourself?" Raiden took this as a challenge and entered the spotlight. "Alright. Girls like hot guys with accents rights? I think I've got this."

He readjusted his sombrero. "Hola, putas! Se habla español." An angry woman threw her beer bottle at him. "TAKE IT OFF!" He tapped the mic. "Please bear with me ladies and gentlemen, the show will start momentarily. El elemento por favor!" He tore off his suit and smirked. "WHERE IS IT?" Raiden thought he was doing everything right. "Huh?" The crowd was getting restless. "WHERE'S HIS DICK!" Just before Raiden could protest and trauma dump to the entire audience about how the patriots removed most of his body, Sam interjected.

"Hey, why don't we get back to dancing!" The boos turned back into cheers and then Raiden noticed the difference in the crowds reactions. He decided to give dancing a shot. He may be Liberian but he is 100% white with the way he danced. "GET HIM OFF THE STAGE!" Raiden was starting to get angry. "YOU GUYS JUST DON'T APPRECIATE THE ROBOT! BESIDES, WHAT'S HE HAVE THAT I DON'T!"

In unison the drunk patrons began yelling "NO DICK! NO DICK! NO DICK! NO DICK!" The cyborg sighed. He began to feel himself losing to Jack the ripper. "Fuck this, I'll just kill Sam and go home." he thought. Raiden tore the dance pole down and began to use it like L'Etranger. He went to stab Sam but the man managed to parry him. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?" he screamed. Unfortunately for Raiden, he was oblivious to the fact that Samuel hadn't been dancing at all but had been doing capoeira.

"SHOW ME A GOOD TIME JACK!" Everyone began to evacuate as the two men battled and the speakers began to play the only thing I know for real. The building was soon turned into rubble and the men lay there motionless, panting. "Well I'm out of a job now blondie so you better find me some work." Raiden let out a loud "GOD DAMNIIIIIIT!" and curled into the fetal position. He didn't want to deal with this shit again.

#samuel rodrigues #jetstream sam #raiden mgr #mgrr #metal gear rising revengeance #shitpost #Barely x reader #Mgr

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repurpose-yourself · 5 months

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Santa's Objectified Helpers 2 (7/7) Part 1

"The cancer... It has taken so much of me," Nasir said quietly, a few tears welling under his eyes, "This is the first time I haven't felt pain... Thank you."

Saint Nick approached Nasir and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, "I can't take your cancer away but here at the North Pole, I can at least suspend it for a little bit."

Nasir smiled and looked at Chris, "This is crazy, honestly. Santa isn't meant to be real. For all I know, this is a dream."

"Hopefully a good dream, though," Chris replied, "I can assure you it's 100% real. But you're welcome to believe what you want."

"I choose to believe this is real," Nasir said almost immediately, "There isn't much time left for me. So anything that makes me feel even a little better I deeply appreciate it. And there's no harm in wanting to believe."

"No there isn't," Chris said warmly, "No there isn't."

"I just don't understand why I am here," Nasir confided, "Why did you bring me here?"

"I have an offer for you, that will take away your suffering and give you another chance at life," Chris started, putting his hand up before Nasir, "But I caution you about getting too excited. You won't be in human form. That's the only way I can stop that unfortunate disease from killing you."

Nasir paused for a moment, "An object? May I choose what I become? Will I have all my senses and be able to think?"

Santa smiled, "Yes to everything. But I have an idea for you, that I want you to consider. Your friend, Travis, he's a good man. I have watched how he cares for you."

"Travis is a wonderful person. I'm so lucky to have him as a friend," Nasir said with a smile, "I don't have anyone in my life. My immediate family died years ago and my extended family lives overseas. Travis has been a blessing."

"This I have seen," Santa said with a nod.

"As I have grown weaker, Travis has remained at my side. The times I have longed for the human touch, Travis was there. Even my worst days a simple hug from that man warms me to the core," Nasir said, now grinning, "His girlfriend has been great through all this too. They really are wonderful people."

"And that brings me to this question. Travis' girlfriend is about to reveal a truly wonderful gift to this dear friend of yours and I think you could be part of that gift," Chris revealed, "I'll change you into the object I have in mind and let you spend a day in such capacity. If you enjoy Travis' embrace, this will fulfill your needs and desires. How does that sound?"

"Can you tell me what it is now?" Nasir asked.

"No," Santa said, smiling, "I want that to be a surprise, especially since I will allow you to return to your normal human body or change to another object."

"And this will be permanent?"

Chris nodded, "Yes, if you agree when we speak again. It's a big decision and one you have to make on your own."

"It's either death or live on through an object..." Nasir said quietly.

"Correct. But hopefully the second option is preferred once you spend the day as Travis' possession," Chris asked.

"Will Travis know? If he doesn't, then it will be like I just disappeared. That might be hard on him," Nasir questioned.

"No, he will not. And that's something you need to consider when making the decision. I can't make that for you," Santa answered, "What do you say?"

Nasir thought for a few moments and responded, "I have nothing to lose. Let's try it."

Santa leaned in and gave Nasir a hug. Nasir willfully reciprocated as his vision went dark...

#inanimate object #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #consensual tf

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Please Take Me Home (ao3)

Ed/Izzy/Stede | 1.5k words | Febuwhump day 8: panic

"Dad! My bag!"

"Oh! Stay right there, I'll get it."

Ed watches as a man dashes off the train back onto the platform, but just as he turns around after he’s retrieved the bag, the door to their car starts to close. Ed tightens the arm he has around Izzy’s shoulder anxiously. He knows what’s about to happen.

"Dad!" One of the children says. The doors close right when the man reaches them.

"Dad! No!" Both of the kids rush to the door, stumbling as the train starts to move.

"Shit," Izzy says. He's already walking towards the kids and Edward quickly follows.

Both of them are crying, but the girl, who can’t be older than eight, looks like she’s trying to hold it back. She’s holding her brother’s hand as they watch their dad through the window. He’s quickly gone from view and that’s when the smaller one really lets the tears loose.

“Alma! We have to go back! Tell them to go back!”

“Don’t be stupid, Louis.”

That’s when he and Izzy reach them.

“Hey, no one’s being stupid,” Ed says as he approaches. Both kids turn around at his presence.

“Stranger danger,” the boy, Louis, says quietly. He’s gripping his sister’s shirt with the hand that’s not holding hers.

“Yes, stranger danger, but we’re going to get you two back to your dad. I promise.” Ed kneels down on his good knee in front of them. Izzy holds his shoulder steady.

Alma eyes the two of them warily. She wipes the tears from her eyes and face and must decide that he’s telling the truth because she holds out her hand.

“I’m Alma.” Ed shakes her hand. “This is Louis.”

“I’m Ed and that’s my partner Izzy,” Ed says, nodding his head back to Izzy, who is shaking Alma’s hand now. “Do you know your dad’s number? I reckon we should tell him you two are okay.”

“I do!” Louis says. He’s still teary, still gripping onto his sister, but he perks up a bit, ready to contribute and share his knowledge.

Still on his knee at their level, he pulls out his phone, gets the dad’s number, and shoots off a quick text.

Your kids are fine! My name is Ed. Your kids gave me your number. I'll get off with them at the next stop and wait with them until you get there 👍

“All four of us are going to get off at the next stop and me and Iz will wait with you until your dad gets there. Does that sound okay?”

Alma doesn’t look like she completely believes him, so Ed amends—

“How about you take my phone and call your dad. You can keep it with you until we meet up with him.”

He waits until both kids nod before reaching a hand up so Izzy can help stand. He feels his knee pop as he rises and has to hold onto Izzy and the pole for a moment to get righted again.

“I want to talk to my daddy,” Louis whines. Alma sticks her hand out, expectant and firm.

“You good?” Izzy asks, voice low in his ear and hand gripping his elbow. Ed unlocks his phone and hands it to Alma.

“I’m good, Iz. Should have brought my fucking stick today.” Izzy presses a kiss to his shoulder.

“How about you two, you okay?”

Alma nods, eyes glued on the phone. “Dad texted back. Says he’s on his way.” She brings it to her ear.

Ed and Izzy leave the kids be while they talk to their dad. Louis gets weepy again as soon as he has the phone and Ed presses his face into Izzy’s hair, keeping his eye on them. They should be pulling up to the station very soon.

“Reckon we’ll make it back home in time for our show?” Ed asks into Izzy’s hair.

“We’ll probably miss the beginning. Depends on whether the next train is on time.” The two of them are back to their position from earlier—both with a hand on the pole, Ed’s arm resting on Izzy’s shoulders, and Izzy’s wrapped around Ed’s waist. Izzy rubs his hip and sighs in a way that tells Edward he’s disappointed about their show. It’s a weekly tradition.

“We’ll watch what we can and find it online later.” Ed squeezes him into his side briefly.

The train pulls up to the next station and Edward and Izzy let go of each other, shuffling closer to the kids so that they can stay close as they exit.

“We’re about to get off,” Alma says into the phone. She’s still holding Louis’ hand. “Are you close?”

Izzy herds them to a miraculously empty bench and Edward gladly takes a seat. His leg is yelling something fierce and he takes the chance to rub at the achiest bits. Alma tells them that their dad is a few minutes away as she passes the phone to Louis. There’s no room on the bench for Izzy, so he stays standing and watches the people around them.

“Is your leg okay?”

“It will be. I’ve got a bad knee and it likes to play up, especially if I’ve been on it for a while.”

Alma nods, “My stepdad says his wrist is like that when he paints. He has to wear a brace on it sometimes. Is that what’s on your knee?”

As she was talking, Edward had loosened said knee brace so he could dig his fingers under it.

“Yup,” he says, voice strained. Alma opens her mouth to say something, but then her eyes shift past Ed and into the crowd.

“Dad!” Alma stands, arms reaching out.

“Children! Oh!” Both of the kids are quickly wrapped up in arms that belong to the man from earlier. Ed notes that he has the lost backpack from earlier on his back. “Are you alright? Louis? Alma?”

Ed watches the dad worry over his children and grabs his phone, which had been left on the bench in Louis’ haste to stand. He ends the call and puts it back into his pocket. The dad is, well, quite the dad. Strong arms, pretty hair, pretty face. Definitely a dad he’d like to f—

“You must be Ed!” He holds out his hand and Ed is reminded of the way Alma did the same in their own introductions.

“I am. That’s my partner Izzy,” he nods his head over to him. Twenty years and it’s still his favorite thing to say. The universe must be thanking him by letting him say it more than once in one day.

“Oh,” he breathes, eyes going between them. Ed swears he can see his cheeks reddening, more than they already were. “I can’t thank you two enough for helping them.”

"It was no trouble," Ed assures. Stede's eyes focus on him and Ed notices that they're red and swollen. His heart lurches.

"I'm Stede, by the way." Stede stands up and swings Louis up on his hip.

"Stede."

"Yes," He nods.

Right, enough staring into this man's eyes. Ed fixes his brace and stands up as well. The ache has gone down some.

"Thank you, again." Stede is looking at Izzy this time, placing a hand on his forearm.

Ed watches Izzy's face. Oh. He knows that look. He's feeling the same way about Stede that he is.

“No worries.”

The two of them stare at each other, not unlike him and Stede were doing just moments before, until Alma tugs at her dad’s sleeve. Stede startles and turns to look at her.

“Dad, can we go?”

“Oh, yes, darling! I’m terribly sorry about all this. Let’s get the two of you home.”

Ed wraps his arm back around Izzy’s shoulders and watches as Stede gives them both another long look. He seemingly nods to himself before saying goodbye and walking away with his children.

“Damn,” Izzy says under his breath.

“Fucking hot, right?”

“I heard the girl say something about a stepdad. Did you see a ring?”

“Even if I did, we both saw the way he was looking at us.”

“We have his number.” Izzy slides his hand up Edward’s back and guides him back to the front of the platform.

“We do have his number. Worst thing that happens is he says no.”

Later, when they’re laying in bed and talking about how to ask Stede if he’s interested in seeing them again, a text comes in from his newly made contact.

Stede (dilf 🥵🥵): Hello! This is Stede. Thank you again, truly, for helping my Alma and Louis. Alma is telling me that she now wants a leather jacket. I’m terribly sorry if I’m being presumptuous, but might you and your partner be interested in accompanying me out to eat? It can be in thanks for your kind deed.

“Izzy. This man is so fucking formal. What kind of restaurant would he take us to?”

Stede (dilf 🥵🥵): It can also be more than that, if you two are so inclined.

“Izzy.”

#edward teach #izzy hands #stede bonnet #alma bonnet #louis bonnet #ofmd #our flag means death #my fics

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Frostmas Year Nine: Behind the Scenes

Prologue | Y1 | Y2 | Y3 | Y4 | Y5 | Y6 | Y7 | Y8 | Y9 | Y10 | Y11 | Y12

(in Kermit the Frog voice) Let's begin!

I straight up thought this chapter would be fairly short, because when I wrote it out in point form the events didn’t seem like they’d have a lot of action. Then I began writing it, and I was DEAD wrong

I listened to the opening scene of the North Pole Resort SOO MANY TIMES to hear the lyrics to the song perfectly. I had to ask my wonderful housemate to take a listen to try and figure out the “santa t-shirts, santa ties” line and WHEN I FINALLY WATCHED IT ON DISNEY WITH SUBTITLES, HEARD THAT I GOT IT W R O N G! It's Santa SIZE. I'll have to change that up lol

FUN FACT! “at this point I’ve adopted a stance of the less I know, the better” is my family’s motto up until recently

“I like the cut of your berg” is one of my FAVOURITE frosty-fying slang lines I’ve ever done! It’s a frosty version of “I like the cut of your jib” which was used in sailing in the 1700s ish to describe if an incoming ship was frens or not frens

-> I originally thought it was just some funky 20s slang, then googled it to make sure I was right and learnt the above!

-> the berg is short for iceberg--B likes the cut of Jacqueline’s iceberg, being the idea to maybe get rid of the awful recordings :)

Sometimes I’m like ‘these things don’t really need explaining’ but I get excited about my own work and then have to share how I got the ideas with everyone so ONWARDS I SUPPOSE

Man I miss multi-level lists! this Frostmas BTS has been in my drafts for FOREVER, and was the last one I did before tumblr switched to the new post editor

WHICH DOESN'T LIKE MULTI LEVEL BULLETED LISTS!

So it's kinda all over the place. My bad lmao.

LET'S KEEP ON KEEPING ON

Jacqueline realizing that she hadn’t updated everyone on what the elves thought of her nonsense was a BLESSING because I realized that I hadn’t addressed it, so thank you for that opportunity, Jacqueline

Archie's Guide to Important People in the North Pole: Big Man->Santa. Boss Man->Bernard.

I would like to take this moment to credit @shittyelfwriter with Archie’s existence in those few chapters of ROE, because I love him and always picture him as the elf playing the piano and going UGH and facepalming during Jack’s rendition of North Pole, North Pole (pictured below). THANK YOU FOR NAMING THE BOY, ANA!

The conversation between Jacqueline and Archie, that dripped sarcasm, was my favourite thing to write this chapter :D

The scene with Chrys give you weird vibes of all manner? Yeah, that was intentional. "Perfection" can be unsettling, after all

Bernard is definitely so DONE this year and it SHOWS -> That is exactly what I was going for, especially since I know that he's not normally

Okay so. Let's Talk About Chrys. TW: Sexual Themes

very embarrassing, but I got the concept from a series of fantasy erotica novels and I wish I was joking

(they’re called the World of Hetar series, very good, very very VERY smutty. I’d say it’s 60% SEX, 30% PLOT, and 10% SEX DRIVEN PLOT)

(I know people who know me are like YOU READ SMUT? YOU?? AN ACE??? and yes, I did, I read exclusively smut from the ages of 12-17 because my Dad worked for "Trash Romance Novel Company" and brought home books for free every month, and the books were, in fact, mostly if not totally smut)

Erotica aside, I quite liked how the author had built up the magical world, the beings, and how magic works in it

In the third or fourth book, called “The Twilight Lord”, the fairies ally with the desert princes who are some kind of magical fae themselves, and they create the Perfect Wife for the corrupt leader of the neighbouring continent to distract him from starting a war

She was a mix of his current 2 wives and the things he liked about them, and looked like the protagonist, Lara, who cursed him to not be able to fuck I shit you not and who he ALSO had a big huge thirst for which was GROSS because he was old as fuck and even though she’s half fairy, she was like. 12 or 13

And this new wife is able to GET IT UP with him, hence how he’d be distracted--he really liked sex (reminder: this is an erotica series)

So he’s too busy fucking her and then on top of that, she would divide the other two wives and basically bring the house down from the inside, neutralizing the threat of this corrupt sex loving mofo

And that’s where the idea of Chrys came from!

So basically tl;dr: Chrys was inspired by a spell a sexy bunch of desert princes in an erotica series did to make the perfect wife for their enemy and knock him right tf down :)

How this works with Cheri’s magic: same concept, less sex

Chrysanthemum is a Perfect Being, who is bound to a specific magibean. Chrys’s purpose is to be Jack’s Mrs Claus, and because she was made with dark magic she drains energy of those around her (except for jack’s energy bc he’s the person she’s bound to) and magnifies bad ideas

spoiler alert: in the long run, Chrys will be TOO perfect and TOO agreeable for Jack and he’ll grow tired and it adds to the whole “I thought this would get me everything I’ve ever wanted but it didn’t” long term theme I have going for Jack as Santa

but yeah

end tw for sexual themes. away from chrys we go!

battled with the “cultural appropriation” bit because I felt as though it may be insensitive but then I wrote it anyway because that’s what it is at it’s base :\

it was supposed to be a stand in? I'd go back and change later? then I didn't. We're rolling with it now lol

Have you ever heard Elf’s Lament by the Barenaked Ladies?

Because it’s where I got the Union Comment from

Then I was like “but DO THEY HAVE UNION???!?!” and remembered the “accident or design” thing and realized “OH they ARE their own union” and figured that in terms of a Santa like JACK, The council would step in (which they’ve done. and tried to do stuff. but haven’t had luck bc PLOT)

god Frostmas is exhausting. Villains are underappreciated for all the effort they put into for being on TOP of things

(in Korvo Solar opposites Voice) what fucking scene are we on. why are these so long. why did i do this to myself. FUCK

ANYWAY CIRCLING BACK TO THIS MESS OF A BTS!

This uniform thing was unplanned/meant to be just a footnote. Then. Well. THIS.

It is a decent feature of the Resort in the movie so, I guess it works out :)

FUN FACT: I was playing a very good dnd campaign at the time! And that's how Davian got her name, lol. One of the amazing NPCs was named Davian, and we had a really good session with them and the name stuck and boom! Into Frostmas it goes. Once again, Frostmas is proving to be a time capsule reminding me of wtf I was doing while writing these bad boys :)

I miss my friend's campaign ):

And yeah, this fight is one Jacqueline cannot win. this is on the elves. So what does she do? Goes back to her hyperfocus of destorying SantaJack

How? By figuring out wtf Chrys is >:)

STUPID DUMB CHRYS

Alright. Scene subheadings are back! Right on.

"Myles would be proud AND would probably have been able to connect the dots and figure out what was up, and then place it on a neat presentation board, to boot."

LEGATE DROP! Myles is Tooth Fairy's Legate! He's v sweet, a lil bit clumsy, SUPER into conspiracies--hence Jacqueline being like "MAN I WISH THAT KIDS WAS HERE, HE'D KNOW WTF IS UP"

So let's talk about BLINTER. Just to clarify: THEY WERE NOT ABOUT TO GET IT ON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DEN. This is just a typical post work day for them: start a fire, make a blanket nest, be cozy until kid 2, 3, or 4 come to harass them

Blaise is pouty bc they didn't even get a single cuddle in before Kid 2 came in like

And I was 100% referencing the meme lmao.

god tumblr killed the quality. I'll post it separately. ANYWAY

the Blinter and Jacquie scene was fun to write! This is one of the scenes where I was dropping very strong hints that Jacqueline was freezing--and Winter AND Blaise were noticing. Winter'll explain it all in Y11 ;)

FINAL RESORT

"You could really tell that graphic design was Chrys's passion"

another meme reference:

I think we, as a collective people using slang, should bring back "gag me with a spoon". Also some older slang! I try to sneak those in when I know of some to show. Y'know. AGE.

This whole scene with Jack and Chrys actually was me laying the ground work for FINAL RESORT. Trying to get in all of the booths we see, the petting zoo, and the different announcements about various activities set up before the double digit years! That was my goal :)

THE ELVES UNION AT WORK

Ah yes. the walk out. God, this uniform thing was meant to be small, but lord did it EVER go big. I'm actually okay with it--my y9 notes were so lacklustre, I was concerned it would be (you'll laugh I know) TOO SHORT lmao

No. Fr. Look at them.

"Because those outfits are a joke, and you wouldn't catch me dead wearing those."

Sassnard. We Stan.

"I'm so proud of all of my crew," said Davian. "Crimes against fashion should NEVER be tolerated!"

"And the break from the constant ruined showtunes, what a relief!" said Archie, leaning very far back in his stool."

The elves have their priorities lol. I Bet Archie and Davian are biffers.

Curtis on damage control was A) a stroke of genius on my part and B) the way I decided to start laying the groundwork for Customer Service Sales Person Curtis we see when Scott gets to the Resort! God, there is SO MUCH GROUND WORK FOR VARIOUS ITTY BITTY BITS WE SEE IN THE MOVIE, IT'S ACTUALLY INSANE. No wonder you all dig Frostmas so much. good lord

And then, we have it! Final Resort. Wholly heckeros! And yes, I did indeed name the Fire Marshall. Marshal. I'm a genius 🙃🙃🙃

""Course! It's lunch. I doubt anything will happen during lunch."

Famous last words, B-Man. And yes, I did that on purpose >:)

CHRYS UNMASKED. AND ALSO, IT'S CHERI!

Cheri's...interesting

While she is master of the dark witch arts, she isn't evil? Very chaotic. Kind of lets it slide a lot of the time when Witches use "dark" magic. Everything has a price, blah blah blah, it's not her place to tell people off about it--that's her sister's place, Gwen, aka, Glenda, master of the light witch arts

And also, dark magic will take what it needs in response. She just makes sure people don't use it SUPER illegally. Otherwise she kills em. It's her favourite part of the job :)

Lawful Evil?? Idk.

FUN FACT: She gave Gwen the nickname Glenda, like the good witch in The Wizard of Oz (derogatory), and Gwen went, "oh! Glenda, like the good witch in The Wizard of Oz (affectionate)? you're such a sweet sister I'll take it :)" and now everyone calls her Glenda much to Cheri's (dis)satisfaction.

Cheri is very not serious and hates being called in for business unless murder is involved. She does NOT ignore any summons, ESPECIALLY from Mother Nature.

Hence why Tara had a easy enough time getting her in

But Cheri does NOT make things easy for people, nope!

"Hay, Jacquie" a la Catra going "Hay, Adora". I was watching SPOP at the time. It's a DAMN good show, Catra/Adora my BELOVEDS

FUN FACT: Only recently decided how Warlocks worked in my universe! They know everything and can guide ANY castor. It's like a reverse of Warlocks in DnD. They don't need a patron; they ARE patrons!

By RETIRING Cheri means that a lot of Warlocks went into Rosehaven with the Call. They were making BANK on the feuding fae factions.

Petty vengeance->one night stand with Jack where he said he'd call back, and didn't, which Cheri expected but any excuse for petty revenge is a good one! Good karma->Cheri explains it herself: if it helps the "good" forces, and she contributed to it, she gets a bit of a pass on being The Worst :)

OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THE SNAP BACK INTO THE PRESENT

this was an idea I had had since like, the BEGINNING. Halfway through or so, Jack would bug Jacqueline in the proper timeline, to check in and also let her know that he'd like a turn and also, as a plot device so I could remind everyone it's a story of the past being told from the future, and plant the seed of "wait, is Jacqueline going to forget it? Or is she going to remember it?"

Is she? Well, you're not finding out until the Epilogue :)

It is just as jarring as I had hoped it'd be, especially since I forgot all about it! I was ready to title this section THE END and talk about Bernard's amazing exit.

But yeah, it was a fun reminder that this takes place POST redemption, TECHNICALLY, which is a lot of fun! And that was so pleasantly jarring. I'm pleased >:)

anyway

THE END: BERNARD'S STELLAR EXIT

if you listen to this version of the halo theme song on loop, you may enter the space I entered when I wrote this bit

anyway. i love Jack. He is. the Blorboest Blorbo EVER. But he did, in fact, steal Christmas for his own holiday and turned the park into a Resort. Implying that there is an overnight stay. Especially with a pamphlet THAT THICK. It;s not even a pamphlet. It's a fucking guide book. FUCK.

And like, there were no hotels that we saw. Maybe there are inns! I mean, the Winter Wonderland has rooms. But I digress.

REGARDLESS, something needed to happen to really get B-Man, well, GONE. And this was the final straw: Elf's houses for you to stay at, with your own personal elfsisstant!

It HURT to SUGGEST Jack would make the elves like. SERVANTS so I tried really hard to avoid that sort of thing--but yeah, they'd be like hotel staff but live in. Imagine being an elf and having to NANNY HUMANS?! FUCK

"That's what your emotional support sprite is for," I said.->Meme alert! "sir this is my emotional support x" meme lol.

Jacqueline gets to kick down doors, once again. Idk why she slams doors open so much? She just does lol

"...It's perfect," Jack said. "It's everything I've ever wanted." I tilted my head. There had been something about the way he said that that made me think that he did not believe that anymore"

I'M LIKE, DROPPING HINTS NOW AT JACK'S ENDGAME FOR FROSTMAS (since we already know Jacqueline's)

AND JACQUIE IS PICKING THEM UP!

I wanted to avoid "servant" related words, but B-Man is way more blunt than I am and we thank him for it tbh

"Really? Cause this is me, walking away."

SO THIS RAW ASS LINE WAS GIVEN TO US BY @shittyelfwriter YET AGAIN! WOMAN'S A GENIUS! We were chatting about BMan's exit and she sent a snippet with that line and I went "Ou. Yeah. That's GOOD" and did a bit of "do it different so they can't tell it's copied"

but credit is given where credit is due lmao! Ana's mind is like, BIG BRAIN when it comes to writing and connecting dots n shit :)

and there we have it! Frostmas BTS: Y9. Y10 coming to you SOON I hope! I'm clearing out my drafts. They're all just. Frostmas BTS and wips that have yet to see the light of day :3

#dani speaks #frostmas #the twelve years of frostmas #frostmas behind the scenes #frostmas bts #frostmas bts year 9 #CLEANING OUT MY DRAFTS! MAYBE Y10 WILL MAKE IT'S WAY TO A DASH NEAR YOU THIS NOVEMBER #WHO'S TO SAY!

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Our Museum Of Rot And Love (Part 7)

Izzy In A Tizzy Thinkin' The Captains Are Gettin' Busy

Stede Bonnet should never be covered in blood. He shouldn't. Ed wants it to stop happening. He thought it was the worst when Stede was covered in his own blood. But no, no, everything that's happened... it's so much worse when it's the blood of others.

Because god, he hates how Stede just crumples when it's from others.

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"Are you sure about this?" Stede watches the forklift lower the crate. "I'm not really an authenticator."

Ed pats his back. "It's already been authenticated, man. Just needs sorting out and stuff. You're good at that."

"How would you know? I could be awful at it." He's not.

Ed looks him up and down. "Yeah, you could be, and I could be a fuckin' ballerina."

"You could be, for all I know."

Ed raises an eyebrow, and pats his knee. Stede looks down and notices, for the first time, a knee brace. His eyes widen. "Oh, um, I didn't- is that ah, an old injury or- no, shouldn't be asking, dammit Stede-"

"I'm fuckin' joking around man, it's fine," Ed says with a smile. "I actually did get this from dancing, kind of, but not ballet. Would be fuckin' cool though if I did, their legs are strong as fuck."

"Ah, like pole dancers."

"You go to clubs?"

"No, no. Sometimes the University staff parties get wild, is all."

"Wild enough for pole dancers?"

"Professor Nolands had to pay for her own tuition somehow. I really admire her dedication to education, in fact she helped with creating our improved tuition program! Over ten years later and she's still drawing on her experiences, just proves to us how important utlizing our pasts are!"

Ed looks away, and Stede gets the feelings he's said something wrong. But before he can ask what it was, Ed whistles. "Ten years and she can still do it? Fuckin' impressive shit, man, tell her she might be my hero. HEY SWEDE! WHAT'S THE HOLDUP WITH THE FORKLIFT, MAN?"

"The buttons are revolting against me!" The Swede slams his fist against the panel, and then shouts. He yanks his hand out of what clearly was a lever that jerked down and snapped shut on it. "Why do Buttons always try to eat me?!"

"Oh, let me help."

"Nah Stede, we've got this."

"I can! I took a couple mechanical engineering classes back in my day, just for fun! Oh, good god, man! Your hand!" Stede leans back out of the forklift, which he'd started climbing into. "It's bleeding!"

"Nothing serious though." His whole hand is red and wet, as the pressure of the snap open

"Just because you work in a pirate museum doesn't mean you should live like one! Oh, god- can you even get out of this safely?"

"Um." The Swede tries, and nearly slips right out on a puddle of the blood. Stede catches him. "Thank you Ca- um, sir."

"Stede is fine. Alright, let's help you down!" He helps Swede the rest of the way out, and then looks at himself. "Oh, damn. This was my favorite white knit too. Ed, do you have a washer or sink he- Ed?"

Stricken is the first word that goes through Stede's mind when he turns to Ed. He's ashy-faced, eyes wide and cloudy as he stares at Stede's stained sweater. Stede looks down again. It's a lot, yes, but most of the blood is on his hands, easy to wash off.

Then again, it might not be the horror of the ruined wool making Ed so... distressed.

"Well, um, I'm going to help Swede so he doesn't bleed out," Stede says, "And find any spare clothes I might change into so I don't scare anyone else. ... Is that okay, Ed?"

"Huh?"

"He'll be fine," The Swede assures, string at Stede in a... similar fashion, honestly, but more... aware. "We just don't like blood."

"Ah, he did mention that. I'm so sorry Ed, completely forgot, I'll be right back."

Ed watches him go, but Stede's uncertain of what Ed actually sees.

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The Swede goes to Roach, for some reason, and Stede learns Roach is essentially their First Aid. He can do rough stitches, superglue wounds, an has antiseptic cream.

"Ah, not to question your skills here, but... doesn't this need a bit more? Like a blood transfusion, maybe?"

Roach, who resolutely refuses to look at him, shakes his head. "He'll be fine, we've seen worse. I once saw someone cut off his own finger and survive."

"Oh good lord, what the hell lead to that?!"

"Buttons bit him because he got startled." Roach laughs fondly. "Ah, the crazy old bastard really loves his teeth."

"... The Buttons who works here? With the seagull?"

"That's the one."

Stede blows out a breath. "Well, that explains Ed's reaction. What a horrible thing to watch happen."

"Oh, we didn't even know it was real at first. It was during a Fuckery."

"Fuckery?"

"Like ah..." Roach thinks for a minute. "Like a play, but, to scare."

"Ooooh, theatre of fear! I myself have directed a production or two."

"Of course you have."

"Oh, I give off director vibes?" He can't help the little bit of pride that comes with the idea.

"Theatre vibes. Now, what about you? Are you hurt too, or did you avoid it again?"

Again? Has he gotten hurt here before? Well, there was the choking when he first met Ed, but that wasn't exactly avoided injury. Hmm. "No, I'm alright. Ed, though, may need a check-in. And ah, I might need a new shirt."

"Captain has some in his cabin."

"So... that's his office, then."

"Yeah. Okay, now Swede, the best part of recovery. Pain meds." Roach pulls out a bottle of rum. Stede's pretty sure Roach's medical education comes from less of a John Hopkins and more of a Hard Knocks. And also he might be liable for if The Swede dies of this if it gets infection now, as a witness. He may need to check with Frenchie about that.

Seems like a good time to get the clothes.

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Purple crop tops aren't quite Stede's thing, and yet... here he is. He grabs an extra leather jacket as well, a little self-conscious. It's an interesting look, the jacket and shirt paired with his corduroy slacks and brown leather wingtip dress shoes.

... He kind of likes it, he won't lie. Clashing, yet dashing! Oh, he'll have to add that one to the list!

Going back out onto the museum floor, he somehow finds himself in the weapons display. A shorter bald man spots him and runs right up. "Is this happening? Lucius bet on way longer but I told him, no way."

"Wh-what? Is wh-"

"Um, you're wearing Ed's clothes?"

"What does that- oh! Ah, shit, no, this- I got blood on my onw- do you work here, actually?"

The man's shoulders slump, and he rolls his eyes. "Why does he have to be right about everything? I mean, it's adorable, obviously, but U'd like to be right like... once. I'm Pete, Lucius boyfriend. I'm um, sure he's mentioned me."

"Well, nice to meet you. Is... everyone, going to assume Ed and I are... ahem?"

"I mean, probably not. Lucius and I just like to bet on that kind of thing."

"... Huh. Does that ah... mean Ed is looking, then?"

Before Pete can reply, though, someone shoves Stede into the display. No, not shoves, pins.

"Told you it wasn't over, pissrat," the man from the crowd spits.

"Oh, fuck no, Jizzy, get out!" Pete grabs a dagger from the display and points it at the man. Stede shouts, and several people turn to stare!

"I paid admission," the man growls.

"You're banned from here, asshole! If Captain sees you he'll-"

"What, call the cops? Is he kissing the law's arse again for some stupid fuckin' ponce-"

"That's a slur!" Stede blurts out.

"And you're a stain you fuckin'-"

And suddenly the hands are ripped away. Ed has one hand on this "Jizzy's" shoulder, the other at his hip like it's second nature. "I thought you'd be smarter than this, Izzy."

The man smiles. "Oh, so you think about me, huh?"

"Get the fuck out of here, before I make you."

"How long has it been since you met him? Huh? How long did you wait this time, Edward."

"I'm not your business anymore, Izzy."

"You're always my business, Ed."

And very suddenly, it clicks into place for Stede. The staff knowing this Izzy, Ed knowing him, the rage, the instant assessment of threat, and Pete's initial thoughts-

This is Ed's ex, and clearly, not one of the stable ones you can part amicably with.

"Security!"

As Izzy is lead out, spitting and cursing, Ed turns to Stede. "Did he hurt you?"

"Just startled," Stede breathes, still staring wide-eyed after the guards. "Quite a dramatic day it's been. That's actually the man who shoved me when I was coming in earlier."

"Fucking dickhead," Ed mutters, gesturing to Pete to put the dagger back on the display. "Sorry about him, he won't be coming back here, I promise that."

"I'm sorry too. I think he made some um, assumptions, because of..." Stede gestures to his torso. "I should have just gone to the lost-and-found, if you have one."

"No, no man, it's fine. Those suit you, actually."

"Oh... don't be ridiculous." Now he's blushing, he knows it, so he lows down like he's examining the clothes. "It's not my style at all."

"No, really. You look great." When Stede looks back up, it's right into Ed's eyes. So much for the blush being hidden, he must be red as his sweater was. "Izzy's just an asshole, man, and he doesn't know how to let fuckin' stuff go. You just wore some fuckin' clothes, he turned it into a whole thing."

"Still, I hope it didn't put you in an awkward position."

"I'd rather know he's in town and have him banned then have him slinking around without me knowing. How about I walk you out to the road in case he's still here when you try to get a cab?"

"I'd like that." Stede smiles softly.

"Me too," Ed says with a smile back. "So uh, anything else you wanted to see?"

"Well, I haven't visited the section with the pirate personal stories yet."

"Really? Fuck man, Olu must be dying to meet you then. Come on." And he links his arm with Stede's.

Oh, yeah. No way Ed doesn't notice the blushing.

He also doesn't seem to mind.

Does that mean he's looking?

Maybe Stede has his answer after all...

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