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angelltheninth · 16 days

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I need you to hear me out-

“Let’s ruin ourselves for anyone else” with Clark Kent for the smutty one liners

Hope you have a good day ✨

Hope you have a good day too!

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time having sex, size difference, gentle sex, strength kink, whimpering, blushing, size kink

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: The MAWS fandom has some kind of hivemind cause we all decided that Clark Kent was 100% a virgin.

2. "Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"How... I'm sorry... but how am I supposed to fit this," Clark looked at his rock hard cock, "into there?" and then at where his finger was, inside your pussy. He was scared of this exact thing. There was always a chance he was too big for you, Clark was a mountain of a man after all.

You laughed, "Clark, you know that hole can push out a baby right? I can take that big cock of yours." You tried to make him feel better but you were nervous too. Your heartbeat drummed in his ears, making him sweat. When he moved his finger again your pussy clenched around it.

"But my finger is already filling you, what if I hurt you. I can hold back but I can't do anything about my size." He pulled his finger out to compare. His cock was quite a bit thicker. When he wrapped his hand around it the tip still fully peaked out, red and covered with pre. "And you're so small compared to me. What happens if I hurt you and ruin this?"

Doubt was written all over the superhero's face, and fear.

He could stop missiles with his hands, fly around the whole world whenever he wanted, move buildings and crush tanks. Compared to all of that you were as fragile as glass. "Then how about this..." You pulled him closer with your legs, both of you moaning when his cock parted your folds. "Clark, lets ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"What... do you mean?" His blue eyes were full of hesitation. You quirked your eyebrow at him. "Oh, it's your first time too isn't it? See, that's even more reason why I should-" His breath stopped as you took the big tip of his cock, "Should... what was I saying?" He linked a few times, eyes suddenly only able to look at where your bodies joined, "Gosh."

"How. The. Hell. Are. You. Real." You asked between kissing his square jaw. Clark grinned to himself, squaring his shoulders to appear even bigger.

"I'm from space so I'm not sure myself." Good, he seemed to be a bit more relaxed now. "I know you're trying to calm me down, but I can hear your heartbeat too. It feels like I should be the one calming you down, you're the one who'll take... it."

"It? And what exactly will I take, hm Clark?" Rolling your hips downwards you took him past his cockhead, your pussy clenching and loosening around him.

His blush went all the way down his chest. Clark never cursed, dirty talk was new to him. He did try his best, he knew you enjoyed it, hearing him say all the filthy things.

"My... cock, you'll take as much as you can. I'd love if you could take all of actually! But please don't push yourself to." Always so sweet. You nodded and urged him forward again, little by little, he probably didn't even feel pushing past your hymen but you sure did. "Can I keep going? You got really tight, did that hurt?"

"You... feel bigger than you look. Fuck, I love it. I think I'm already addicted to your big cock." You had no problem admitting that, the heat between your legs, the pressure and fullness was already getting to your head.

"My big... oh my gosh." His eyes shut closed, focusing on how he feels, trying to hone in on the increasing heartbeat, the pulsing and drumming of his own heart. He wanted to be here in this moment, with nothing from the outside world interfering. As he nudged his hips forward he suddenly found them pressed against yours. "Huh? Is it-?"

You whimpered as he tried to move but found he had no more space to do so. "Jesus, Clark, give me a minute."

"Sorry." He smiled from ear to ear, "I just can't believe you actually managed to take me." Clark leaned down for a series of quick kisses. "This feels really nice. Is it nice for you too?"

You bobbed your head and leaned it against his broad shoulder, pressing kisses along the muscle. Since you couldn't bit him your lipstick would be enough. "You can rock back and forth a little, I want to feel you move with me." He waited for you to start but the moment you started moving back he met your hips with his.

There was simply no part of Clark Kent that wanted to be rough with you. It went against his nature. You heard him groan next to your ear when your inner walls fluttered around him, your pussy taking him to the balls and your legs keeping him there. The vibrations seemed like they traveled through his whole body.

Moments after the same happened to you, your body pressing against his, nails raking down his back, "Clar- mmn! Don't move please." You didn't think you'd come so quickly, not with all the toys you used before but it seems neither of them had anything on Clark's real cock. Like a real hero he didn't let go, not until you stopped shaking so he could pull you into a proper, deep kiss.

Your smaller frame was completely enveloped in everything that was him, all his love and gentleness and muscly mass.

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mysillyside · 3 months

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What if Death Note was shown to us from L's perspective?

Imagine a version of Death Note where we the audience didn't know with certainty that Light is Kira. Could we fully trust L's deduction if we weren't shown Light's actions or given access to Light's thoughts?

We'd have to figure it out slowly, as L does. And I'd think the story would make us doubt L's theory during many points. This might sound strange but hear me out. In the actual story, we know Light is Kira, as we follow his point-of-view, and therefor it feels silly when the task force denies something that seems so glaringly obvious to us.

But when you really think about it, from their perspective- there are many holes in L's theory, and to believe that Light is Kira, they'd have to blindly believe what is essentially mostly a hunch of their (self-admitted) stubborn, childish boss who hates losing and being wrong. No wonder they aren't completely onboard.

In short, it would have not only been different viewing experience, but more importantly- a different emotional experience.

Had the story been told this way, I think it would have worked better as a mystery thriller, and in my opinion, been waaay more chilling to watch.

Though, I do think the story would lose a lot of its appeal and entertainment value. It definately wouldn't have been nearly as popular, that's for sure. So I'm not saying it would have been better at all, I don't even think that! But it would have been different and interesting in its own way.

So lets talk about how the plot would unravel had our point-of-view character been switched from Light to L:

Suddenly, seemingly out of the blue, criminals all over the world start dying, getting mysterious heart attacks. Nobody knows the cause, who is behind this if anyone at all. Perhaps it is some sort of divine punishment.

L, the world's greatest detective, and our protagonist/pov-character, starts investigating immediately. It's been awhile since he was this interested in solving a case. We would learn that L isn't someone invested in justice from the getgo. To him, this atrocious act of mass murder is an exciting challenge to solve. We would get non-stop insight into his internal thoughts on everything. Learn that L is a childish person, a very stubborn man that hates losing and being wrong. We'd also see how willing he is to go against basic human decency and moral code in the persuit of his investigation from the get-go.

I cannot stress how different emotionally it would have been to watch L, essentially go into a seemingly unsolvable case blind. And bit by bit, get a clearer picture of what's happening. Scenes like the Lind L. Tailor TV stunt or the To-Oh Entrance Ceramony would have been chilling, had we been following his perspective.

Additionally, we can goof on the taskforce for not picking up the fact Light is obviously Kira, but from their perspective, it does seem a little sketchy and absurd. Light is a 17-18 year old college student by the time L starts suspecting him. By everyone's accounts, he's a hard working, extremely intelligent, upstanding, polite and friendly young man. A good son, brother, student and friend.

But L has a hunch this young man in specific is Kira. Can he prove it? Well there's weight to his theory. Light often seems to be in the center of several key events pertaining to the investigation. His father works on the task force for the case, the fiancee of the FBI agent who was investigating him seems to have gone completely missing. He is also perfect. Too perfect, he almost doesn't seem real.

But is this really enough? L from the getgo seems immedietly drawn into this idea that Light is Kira, as soon as he lays his eyes on him. As said before, L hates being wrong and is known to be stubborn. Everyone around him is telling him he's being absurd.

We the audience would obviously be on L's side, don't get me wrong. L is the greatest detective who never failed to solve a case, besides we have no other useful suspects besides Light.

But what would happen when there'd seemingly be holes in L's theory? When Light was being monitored on camera in his house, he was doing homework and not watching TV while criminals who's names and faces were broadcasted started dying. If Light is Kira, how is he able to do something like that? In canon, L never learned how Light pulled this trick off, therefor, had we been watching this from L's point-of-view, we wouldn't have known either.

Thankfully then Misa would appear, and once we learn that her DNA is on the tapes sent by the second Kira, this would strengthen our hunch that L is right.

But then Light would even turn himself in, saying that "maybe I'm Kira but unaware of it", and the solitary confinement would begin. After a few days, this young man starts panicking and saying he must have made a mistake and that he is clearly not Kira. He seems incredibly genuine, even L is taken aback.

A little bit into solitary confinement, criminals start dying again. But L still refuses to let Light and Misa go. L imprisoned two teenagers, one of whom has barely any proof he has any connection to Kira, and the other is detained in a questionable way, making her scared and believe a perverted stalker has kidnapped her. All this, while L is still insisting to keep them confined against all reason. Only allowing the confinement to end if Light's father pretends to shoot him, just so L can test out his theory.

In short, L would be extremely unlikable during so many points in the story. The only reason why many ppl currently can't process the fact that L is a very immoral character, is due to us knowing that Light is guilty. But had the story been told like this, we'd have to consider the possibility that L could be wrong, and that he's essentially traumatizing two innocent young ppl over nothing.

During the Yotsuba arc, we finally get to see what Light is like. And it appears people's descriptions of him were right. He's an upstanding, caring young man with a strong moral compass and sense of justice.

He's been put through hell and back, 50 days of solitary confinement, having to live through the horror of having his own father pretend to shoot him and now being chained 24/7 to the same detective who made him go through all that. And he is still doing his best to be being patient and understanding. While L is moping over the fact his deduction could be wrong. No, actually he's moping over the fact that he has no way of proving his deduction is right, and is refusing to let go of his innitial theory, even though people are dying!

Throughout the arc, L and Light interract and Light consistently has the moral highground. And by the time the Yotsuba group appears and is comfirmed to have involvement with Kira in some way, I do think the audience would start genuienly doubting L.

Perhaps Light really was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, perhaps everything really had just been a coincidence and Light really was an innocent young man who didn't deserve to go through any of this.

When Higuchi is caught, I think it really would have felt like a triumphant moment.

I know that L lied through his teeth when he called Light his best friend. I do not think he considers Light a friend. But he definately considers Light someone he respects in many ways, both on an intellectual level but also personal intrigue. Light always intrigued L, from the moment the man heard him speak.

I don't think L doubted his hunch that Light is Kira for a second. I also don't think L wanted Light to be anything but Kira.

But I do think L (at least anime L), felt like he lost something when Light reverted back to Kira.

Light was never his friend, but he could have been. Losing a human connection you had that could have potentially become a real genuine friendship with someone you relate to, find interesting and consider your equal, would be upsetting to anyone. (Don't get me wrong though, if Light wasn't Kira, L would have thrown a pissy-fit, but two things can be true at once) I know L is a person who doesn't crave or desire emotional connections or any connections really, but he's still a person at the end of the day.

Finally they uncover the murder weapon. A Death Note, a small black notebook that can apparently kill people. After L gets hold of it, he sees the monster attached to the notebook, a shinigami. They are real after all.

Finally, Light gets his hands on it. And screams louder than anyone else.

And in that moment, L realized that Light is once again Kira.

Ok, I know the manga and anime diverge during episode 25. The anime adds a lot more extra content to the story that wasn't present in the manga. But I adore episode 25 (it's just a hauntingly beautiful episode, I love how it's directed, even if it's clearly different from the rest of the show), so I will go with what happens in the anime version.

Kira is back.

There's only two things that can happen from here.

Either Light is going to be arrested, or L is going to die.

L is acting irrationally this episode. Perhaps he's afraid to die. Perhaps he's afraid of what will happen when Light is arrested, and what emotions that might stir in the detective. Either option is scary on its own. His ears are ringing from the bell. A bell only he is able to hear it seems.

Light finds him on the rooftop in the rain. In a last ditch attempt to form any sort of human connection, L rambles to him nonsensically, finally asking Light if he's capable of being truthful.

Light lies again. He always lies. L smiles to that. They are both lying monsters.

They go inside to wipe themselves clean. And have a suprisingly gentle, human moment. We don't know what's going through their minds, just like in the original. But this care and tenderness shown between them, we can buy it being genuine.

Perhaps Light really isn't Kira. Maybe L's paranoia and suspicion have rubbed off on us.

The moment is interrupted when Watari calls L informing him that the plans to test out the Death Note have been made. If this is done, there's a possibility Light's innocence will once again be called into question.

L announces his plan in front of the taskforce.

And suddenly everything goes red. L is calling out to Watari, not able to reach him as the old man is withering in pain.

In an instant, all the computer screens around them change, spelling out the words: "ALL DATA DELETION".

Watari is dead.

L tries to give out orders and suddenly a sharp pain pierces his chest. He drops the spoon he's been using to eat with, as he falls from his chair.

Light catches him, gently holding him in his arms as L stares into the young man's face.

A face that distorts into a mocking sadistic grin.

All this time. He had been right. He was right all along.

His eyes close and the show ends.

#(basically my fanfiction of how I think experiencing the plot would have felt if we switched POVs)#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #💬 katposts #✒️ katwrites

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eatmyassssssssz · 10 months

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Bestie

How do you think the 141 boys + könig dicks look like? And how big and thick they are. Please please please

Asking for a friend

No I'm not I'm asking for me cause I'm a hoe

lilsy poopoo face. of course i will do this for you. SO.

onto the lads.

okay, so, warning for all you anons out there that keep on telling me i should die for writing smut.

warnings: peni (plural for penis'), detail, a lot of it.

SIMON. 'ghost'. RILEY.

🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷🏷

🍁 show-er or grower?

i believe good ol si is a grower. every single inch is used to it full potential though, don't you worry...

🍂cut or uncut?

uncut but would prefer to be cut but obviously is too late for that.

🌺 girth

the normal amount. i mean, the average is about 4.6cm in the uk, i think si has about 5.2cm. a little over but not by a stupid amount.

🌷 width

i honestly don't think hes packing as much as a horse as people say! i mean, it just don't make sense for this guy to be shclingin round a 12 incher like yall are sayin. i think its more 6.3 inches. the average is 5.7 (ish) so hes still packin more than average! thats when hes fully hard, his flaccid is about 4.7 inches.

🏷 extras:

i feel like hes had a piercing down there at least at one time. up to you if you want him still to have it, but i think he had, at one time, a jacobs ladder.

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼🧼

🍁 show-er or grower?

show-er. i just..hes definitely a show-er, no one can change my mind.

🍂 cut or uncut?

cut. no doubt about it.

🌺 girth

normal girth, I'd say. about 4.6 inches. nothing special doesn't mean hes not special in bed.

🌷 width

now..i widly disagree with yall saying that soap's average. i think he's packing quite a bit. 7.3 inches.

🧼 extras:

he cums a LOT. like, a weird amount.

JOHN PRICE

🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀🚬🎀

🍁 shower or grower?

grower. most. fucking. definitely.

🍂 uncut or cut?

people may disagree with me on this, but i think uncut. he vastly prefers it that way as well.

🌺 girth

HOLY FUCK HES A PUSSY STRETCHER. like, worryingly thick dick disorder. 5.9 inches.

🌷 width

nothing outside the norm, particularly. i mean, its just unfair to be very thick AND long...anyways, i dont care, price is shlingin it. 5.9 at least. 4.5 flaccid.

💰 extras: his cum is STICKY. very sticky.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

im sorry i had to use the helicopters..

🍁 show-er or grower?

middle area. right inbetween.

🍂 uncut or cut?

cut. doesnt really like it though. much would prefer to be uncut but oh well, he works with it.

🌺 girth

not overtly girthy. 4.3. he makes up for it with his technique, ect.

🌷 width

hmmm a straight sixer. 6.0 inches. the perfect amount.

🚁 extras:

he had a happy trail but shaved it when he got with you. hes slowly growing it back as you begged and begged.

KÖNIG

👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕👕

his eyes are so pretty.

🍁 grow-er or shower?

hes just generally big.

🍂 cut or uncut?

i think uncut.

🌺 girth

hes a big lad, everythings a bit bigger. 5.7.

🌷 width

again, because he's 6'10, everythings a bit sized up. 6.8 inches!!

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@lillianastuff @lucyisdoingfine @madamemelancholysstuff @mionacaped @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ashiscool10 @vangoghcoffeeco @southernbluebellereader

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hanluex · 2 years

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♡ KISS IN THE RAIN — JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN

jake seresin x reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, raining, sleep-talking, allusions to kissing

"you are very endearing when you are half-asleep."

you commented, running your hands through your boyfriend's hair as you two laid in bed, tangled in each other's limbs.

jake hummed in acknowledgment, squinting his eyes as he sleepily smiled, looking at you. "what did i say this time?" he knew immediately it had something to do with his sleep-talking, wanting to know what it was.

you giggled at his morning voice, feeling the skip in your heartbeat. "you said you loved me. multiple times," you shared, seeing the way jake's smile widened at your words. "but then, you also said you loved beer, too. it was an amusing discussion to listen to."

“huh, i said that?" jake tilted his head, unable to believe he would compare his partner to his favorite drink. "i'm sorry if you are upset about it, though, babe. i promise i will—"

"i'm kidding, hangboy. i couldn't understand a single word you said last night. it was all gibberish." you laughed as you saw the frown on your boyfriend's face. "you never sleep talk about me, don't worry."

"that's because i talk to you a lot when you are awake. i confess my love to you every minute, every second of the day, so i highly doubt i'd do the same in my sleep."

"you are still half-asleep, seresin. stop blabbering and let me go. i am hungry."

jake protested, groaning as he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "no," he mumbled, enjoying the feeling of you in his embrace, sighing in content as he felt at ease.

to him, cuddling wasn't just a physical display of affection. cuddling was the most pleasant way to transform a boring morning into a happy memory.

so when it was raining cats and dogs outside, cuddling was jake's way of making the gloomy weather a memorable time for him to enjoy.

"jake," you whispered. "you know i love you, yeah? i really do ... with all my heart." you confessed, heart fluttering as your boyfriend pulled your hands away from his hair, intertwining it with his instead.

"i know. and i love you with my entire heart, too." jake agreed, his face mere inches away from yours as he ran his thumb across your lips. "but i'm not letting you go if that's what you are trying to get at." the huff that escaped you only proved his suspicion, causing jake to laugh as he pulled you impossibly closer to his embrace.

you grumbled under your breath, wanting to do nothing more than run to the kitchen and gobble down something. but with jake's death grip on you, it was proving difficult.

laying there in bed while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain outside, you looked at the male in front of you, tracing his features as his eyes fluttered close.

"jake," you tried again, smiling as he nodded for you to continue. "can i tell you something? it's just a random thought." you knew you had caught his attention when he opened his eyes to look at you, fully intrigued.

this was your chance to get out of his death grip.

"what is it, baby?" he leant back a little, looking at your face and observing your expressions. "tell me."

"i've always wanted to kiss in the rain. we've never done that, have we?"

in an instant, jake pulled his hands away from you, already sitting up on the bed, looking at you with enthusiasm clear in his eyes.

he was rushing around the room as he grabbed two raincoats and put on some shoes, while you sat in your place watching your boyfriend.

once he was ready, jake turned to you, extending his hand for you to hold. seeing his bright dimpled smile and the sparkle in his eyes, you felt as if a whole sanctuary of butterflies were released inside your stomach.

you always knew you loved jake seresin, but at this moment, you had never been more sure of the feeling.

"what are you waiting for, y/n? come on! let's go out!"

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velocesainz · 5 months

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Why are you here?

(OP81)

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Summary: You are an engineer at McLaren and work with oscar, however, the relationship between the two of you is complicated

Warnings: Angstyyyy, mentions of su!cide, happy ending

Pairing: Oscar x engineer!fem!reader

Your POV:

I walked into the McLaren garage and threw on my overalls. This was going to be a long day of repairs.

Why?

Because of Oscar Piastri of course.

He decided to ram the MCL60 into the barrier during fp1 causing the car to sustain some serious damage which had to be fixed before quali the next day.

As I was working alone, I heard someone walk into the garage.

"Finally somebody decided to help me fix this assholes ca-" I instantly shut my mouth when I saw Oscar.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He's never in the garage unless he's getting ready to get into the car.

"I came in here thinking someone useful was working on my car and to check with them if the damage was bad. But I guess no one is here" he replied curtly with a smirk on his face.

Ugh I hate him so much I tell you.

I couldn't hold the rage in.

"You know what just get out. I spend all my days slaving away to fix your stupid car that you keep crashing and I don't even get a thank you in return. I have to do this all alone because the other mechanics refuse to take orders from a "girl". So sincerely, if you have nothing good to say get the fuck out." I snapped.

Oscar looked at me for a second and then replied "Thank god I'm not in the garage as an engineer or something or else I would have to hear your annoying voice yap all day long and look at your ugly face while you complain" and walked away, thank god.

Thank god this was my last season with McLaren. I haven't yet signed the renewal contact but I doubt I want to stay in formula 1 after this experience.

Heck I didn't even want to live on this planet after what he just said.

Was I really that annoying and ugly?

Oscar POV:

I walked out of the garage and as I walked to my driver's room I tried taking in all the y/n said.

All she did was her job and me being a coward who can't express his feelings just ends up insulting or arguing with her.

I felt horrible. What I said was vile, disgusting and mean. I was going to apologise the next day for sure.

The next day:

I walked around the garage talking to my race engineer and getting ready for the race.

I didn't see y/n anywhere which is odd, she's always there for all races no matter what happens.

I ignored it and went on with the race.

2 hours later:

I can't believe it! I got P2!!

I better thank y/n, she fixed my car all by herself after all.

After the podium celebrations came time for the team party. I dressed up in a nice tailored suit and fixed my hair. I was going to confess to y/n today.

I made my way to the party and searched everywhere for y/n but she was still nowhere to be found.

I suddenly received a text from her

Thank you Oscar for all you've done to help me become a better person. I appreciated the insults to some point but yesterday really got to me. I know you hate me but I'd like you to know that I love you. It's alright though, you won't have to see this ugly face in the paddock or anywhere else really. I hope you live a great life, I sure didn't.

What did I just read? Was that...no. It can't be...

Was that a su!cide note?

I have to get to her immediately.

I got in my car and tracked her location on my phone, driving to her as fast as possible. I hope I can save her, she's my everything.

Your POV:

Everything was ready. The notes were sent. The bathtub was full.

It was perfect. I can finally end my misery and suffering.

I got into the tub, fully clothed, and completely submerged myself in it. I tuned out all the noise around me waiting for death to come take me.

That's when I was suddenly pulled out of the water.

Why wouldn't this person let me die? Why is this person here?

I opened my eyes. It was Oscar.

"Why are you here?" I asked

"Because I love you y/n. I can't live without you. I was stupid for not confessing earlier but please don't leave me" he was silently crying giving his confession.

"I love you too Oscar" I replied

"God I love you more. Don't ever leave me please" he said as he kissed me.

He helped me get out of my wet clothes and he held me close for the rest of the night.

I finally had someone who cared for me and all my worries disappeared.

#f1 #oscar piastri x reader #f1 angst #oscar piastri #oscar piastri angst #formula one #formula 1 #formula 1 angst

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fictionalmenplz · 7 months

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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Camille's first night in Kattegat is spent in argument and stress, she's prepped for the wedding, Ivar and Camille are wed.

Warnings: stress, fluff

Sorry for the long wait, took me longer to finish up and this chapter is sort of long 👀

Chapter Three

I promised Ivar I would tell him what Margretthe had told me after the feast, he worried so much that he dragged me away early. I sat on the bed, watching him nervously as he stood in front of me.

"Now tell me. What did Margretthe tell you." His eyes glowed blue, bluer than I'd ever seen them. I shook my head, "Ivar when I tell you, you must know that I do not believe her!"

I pleaded for him to at least calm down or prepare to not be angry with me. He grunted, looked away and shook his head. "Just tell me woman." His tone was lighter, more begging than demanding.

I swallowed, my eye lids fluttering as I blinked and I took a deep breath. "She told me you were unable to have sex." I whispered, drawing my eyes away from his and staring down at my hands.

After I told him, he stomped into the dark room with the small cot inside. I did not see him when I woke up, I had not changed out of my dress when I fell asleep.

I looked down at the ruffled dress, cursing myself for sleeping in it. Because Ivar was gone, I assumed he wouldn't have a dress for me to wear so I put on one of mine from England.

The men from the boat had brought my chest to Ivar's home last night during the feast, I smiled to myself as I pulled out one of my red dresses. It was simpler than my others and I wouldn't mind if it got dirty.

It still had not registered in my brain the seriousness of my situation, my thoughts on being married to a violent man for the rest of my life were calm and I don't think I know how to react to it yet.

I had my hand on the door when I froze, remembering the only two people who knew my language were both individuals that I did not want to be near. Margretthe's message still confused me.

She seemed sort of happy that I was aware of it now, but I still do not believe it to be true. Ivar had called her a whore, it shocked me he would use such words for his brother's wife.

I know Ubbe respected me, he seemed sad that I would have to marry Ivar, "You're loss of innocence", is what my sister cried to me about. She valued her fair sister above all else and she made sure I knew that.

A knock on the door brought me away from my thoughts, and I was still standing next to the door when it sounded. I cracked the door, then opened it fully when I saw it was Lagertha and Torvi with a few other women. They gave me warm smiles and beckoned me out to follow them.

Again with the broken French, "Prepare... Wedding." Where the only real words Lagertha said, I smiled, my brows furrowed in confusion before I nodded my head, smiling.

I shut the door behind me, Lagertha pulled on my arm, holding me close next to her. I dreaded not knowing her language, I had a month to learn or at least try but I insisted it would be fine. As if a language barrier wouldn't cause any problems.

I kept my eyes down as we walked through the muddied town, various townspeople staring openly as the shield maidens escorted me. A few times I looked up, only to be met with the narrowed eyes of Vikings.

I had no idea what the standards were for a pagan wedding, no doubt much different than a Christian wedding. For example; a cross, a priest, anointing, and reciting prayers.

I dodged puddles of mud and followed the queen up the steps of a small home near the woods. The door creaked open and the translator was inside, a different one though.

Ragnar had brought this man to Paris with him, and this wanderer explained that he was neutral. Now that this odd looking man was back in Kattegat, he was being put back into use by translating.

I took a seat in front of his and the shield maidens remained outside except for Lagertha. There were a few other women entering the room from a separate room. They had red paint on their faces and black chalk surrounding their eyes.

One woman was holding a dress, pure white with a halo of twigs and flowers placed on top of it. Lagertha said something, gesturing to the dress and then looking at the translator. I looked at him expectantly.

"They are going to clean and dress you now." He said and I stood up, the queen guiding me to a room. The room had a metal tub off to the side and steam slowly rose to the ceiling. I looked around awkwardly as they waited for me to remove my dress and shoes.

The only two women that have ever bathed me were my mother and my old maid who I made stop when I turned fifteen so you can imagine my surprise when the painted women went to work scrubbing me completely.

I finally pushed them away when they insisted on rag drying my entire body and did it myself in private thanks to a curtain. The dress was slid onto me and they stitched the parts that were too loose.

I had no garments underneath which I thought was completely absurd, the feeling of being completely naked under a dress did not make me feel comfortable to say the least.

They sat me on a stool and stood around me with bowls or string and began putting my hair in braids, drawing runes in a line from my bottom lip to my chin. My brown hair was strung up in several intricate designs and knots.

They smudged black around my eyes just like theirs and then took to my hands and removed all dirt from under my nails that might have accumulated. I was surprised with how gentle they were being with me, they all had strong stern features and sharp noses.

All very beautiful, nothing at all like the screaming shield maidens I saw at my home gate covered in my peoples blood. Once they finished my appearance they took a clear fluid from a bowl and touched my neck, wrists and some parts of my legs with a few drops of it.

It smelled amazing, almost like a perfume but it was applied similarly to how a person is anointed. "What is that?" I asked, looking at them all and pointing at the bowl then they all looked at the translator. "A scent?" He replied with a shrug.

After an hour of what seemed like endless translating of rules of a North wedding, I was allowed some alone time in the bedroom of this random house they brought me to.

I looked around, eyeing the bed that was begging me to take a nap but instead going to the mirror. I didn't look bad, I never thought braids would look so good on me.

My mind finally drifted to my future husband, dear Ivar. His strange temper and irritable mood swings made me just want to die. Knowing that I'm about to swear my life over to a man, who probably lacks the proper qualities to bear children, and has the worst anger issues ever is just great.

Ivar wasn't even the slightest bit ugly, which made it harder for me to swallow the fact that he was insane.

I clenched the shield in my hands, huffing at the weight but keeping my eyes on the shield maidens circling me and the clamor in the great hall coming from the townsfolk who supported this merge of kingdoms.

There was music that could barely be heard over the cheering, it was ethereal, enchanting, and echoed in the long room. My breathing was ragged and I was struggling to keep my feet planted and not run out of here.

I lowered the shield, holding it in front of me and the group of shield maidens slowly parted and one handed a shield to the violent man approaching me. My mind was racing, trying to remember whatever Lagertha had told me via translator.

Ivar stood directly in front of me now, looking down at me with the most dangerous expression I'd ever seen him give me. Though it wasn't quite a look of anger, more like want or neediness.

A metal sword was put in my hands and the shield was taken, and Ivar had his own sword too now. I held the sword up, facing it with his and a man covered in white and black paint on his face sprayed blood onto our faces.

We made promises, recited old Norse and I thanked God for helping me remember the words, and then he took our swords and the next thing I knew Ivar was kissing me.

The hands on my hips and his nose brushing against mine sent my senses into overload and my eyes closed in a panic and my mind jumbled, immediately forgetting the next steps.

But did I really need to follow a guide when he was kissing me? My hands shook as I placed them on either side of his face, the scruff of his short facial hair scratching at my hands and my lips involuntarily danced back with his.

He picked me up, carefully spinning me as our lips were interlocked. When my feet hit the ground and he pulled his head away from mine, I moved closer, not wanting to break the kiss but chose to pull away shortly after.

He held me next to him, one hand on my waist against his and the people all cheered, I watched his face. Focused and narrowed, glancing down at me and then looking away, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. The sudden reminder of how kissing Ivar felt made me tense up, a blush heating my cheeks and a twinge hit my stomach.

The feast was huge, many options of food and drink were displayed everywhere in the long room but I resisted the urge to pile them all on my plate. I was lucky the women who had prepared me gave me food, I was sitting in that stool for hours.

I sat next to Ivar at the head of the table in the long room and we were immediately draped with the pelt of a bear and he shifted closer to me, his shoulder pressing comfortably into mine and his brothers Ubbe and Hvitserk sat next to us.

They're glowing eyes watching me as their lips moved incoherently to Ivar who seemed undeniably bothered by what they were saying. He sighed and turned his head to me, "Are you ready to leave?" He whispered close to my ear.

Hvitserk narrowed his eyebrows and scoffed, looking over his shoulder and I nodded my head. Ivar shoved the pelt away, grabbing his crutch that he hasn't used for the whole ceremony, and then held my waist as we walked out of the long room followed by whoops and cheers.

We stepped off the short stairs of the long room and we were immediately met with the sharp and chilly air of Kattegat. His hand swiftly raised around my shoulders and held me tighter against him.

I placed one arm around his torso, holding onto him with one hand and lifting my dress with the other to prevent it getting any dirtier. I glanced up at my now husband, a look of wonder resting on my face due to how neutral he was being.

He seemed upset but not at me, perhaps it has something to do with what his brothers were saying. I can imagine the stress of overbearing siblings, Gisla was not always so loving and caring.

When I was younger it was all about teaching me to be a princess, and I understand that but she put me through so much. I think it was because our mother was gone and no one was responsible enough to really raise me as a daughter of a king.

She was too hard on herself and I regret not letting her know how much I appreciate her sacrifices before I had been shipped away. I don't expect her to be angry with our father forever, she loves him and will learn that I am just as fine and responsible as she is.

But brothers seem much different than sisters, thankfully I only have a brother-in-law and he was kind enough, but the sons of Ragnar, the ones who always got the most blood on their faces in battle, they must be hard on Ivar.

Because Ubbe is Margretthe's husband I wonder if he knew that Ivar could supposedly "not bear children", and if he did, did he even care enough to protect his youngest brother's reputation?

Ivar opened the door for me and I brushed past him into our home. He shut the door and walked past me, removing his pelt coat and then he was about to shuffle into the smaller room, muttering a goodnight but I quickly stopped him.

"Wait," I started, my hand on his shoulder. He turned his head, eyebrows raised in question. "Why do you sleep in there?" I asked, my tone was soft and he could tell I was being genuine.

His eyelids fluttered and he looked away, "Tell me, Ivar. " I said, wanting him to look at me as I put my hand on the side of his face to make him face me. "You are disgusted by me," he said, dipping his head down, "I do not wish to make you uncomfortable by sleeping in the same bed as you."

"Ivar." I said incredulously, now putting both of my hands on either side of his face. "I am not one bit disgusted by you," I looked into his eyes, "What I said last night, I did not mean it."

His expression softened and I felt the skin on his face warm, "Really?" He whispered and I shook my head. "I was upset it was not right of-" my sentence was muffled by his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, poking his head into the crook of my neck.

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claudemblems · 9 months

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KAT!! omg you're really making me want to rewatch this show 🤣 please 14+15 for william moriarty! it's always the most fun to write about characters you love 💗 💫👍

Moon you watched Moriarty the Patriot??? I just started watching it recently but it's SO good I cannot believe I didn't watch it earlier!!! Thank you YouTube for recommending me a random clip from the show so I could finally be convinced to watch it

And of course, thank you for requesting Moon <3

William Moriarty

Prompt 14: they roll on top of you, cradling your head between their hands as they kiss your nose

Prompt 15: ^ placing a kiss on your forehead as they mumble how pretty you are

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After a long day spent ridding the world of its evils, there was nothing you wanted more than to let your exhaustion melt away in the comfort of William's arms, safe and secure from the perilous city of London.

"That was quite the performance you put on, darling," William said with a soft smile. "You led those villains right to their deaths, and they were none the wiser."

"Well, you were watching, so of course I had to make it a show worth remembering."

William laughed, causing your heart to swell in your chest. That was a rare sound to hear from him nowadays, especially with the way he'd practically been buried in his work.

"You truly took my breath away. We make quite the perfect couple, don't you think?"

"If your definition of a perfect couple is getting away with murder, then I'd be inclined to agree."

"We're just settling the score board one move at a time. With you aiding me, my opponent's king has practically fallen right into my lap. Before long, they'll be met with their rightful checkmate."

You hummed, wrapping your arms tighter around William's waist. When you were this close to him, you could hear the steady rhythm of his heart, a pleasant reminder that he was still here, living and breathing, not yet taken by the dark powers of this world.

But you were taken by surprise as William rolled on top of you, a yelp involuntarily leaving your lips. He smiled upon hearing it, but instead of throwing a playful tease your way, he took your face into his hands, gazing down at you with a fondness so palpable that it made your heart leap in your chest.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" he whispered, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

A blush bloomed on your face, no doubt growing as red as his bright ruby eyes. "Yes, many times, in fact."

"Is that so? It seems to me that I haven't said it enough."

"William..."

Before you could utter another word, William brushed his lips against your forehead, letting his touch linger there for a few long moments. "You are so beautiful. Every part of you."

Your skin grew warmer at his sincerity, his words almost too much to take in. How was it possible for someone to look upon you as if you were the most precious thing in the world? Who could make sense of the way their adoration for you only seemed to grow day by day, something far beyond the capacity of human understanding?

You may never fully understand it, but all you desired in this life was to be loved by William until your very last breath, and, if given the chance, to love him in the life that came next.

"The angels themselves would marvel at your beauty," William said, giving you another kiss. "Truly, I must be the most fortunate man in the world to have you." Followed by another kiss, and then another.

"I could say the same for you," you replied, laughing at the kisses that left a ticklish sensation against your skin.

"No, darling," he replied, meeting your eyes once again. A determination filled them, accompanied by a sense of complete certainty. "I am the lucky one." With one last kiss pressed against your lips, William smiled. "Because I get to love you."

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alohajun · 2 years

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♡ KISS IN THE RAIN — SIM JAEYUN

jake x reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, raining, allusions to kissing | request : okayy first time requesting - maybe something to do with rain and blankets and snuggles with jakey? or even better - rain and blankets and snuggles with you because i love you twice as more ;))

"you are very endearing when you are half-asleep."

you commented, running your hands through your boyfriend's hair as you two laid in bed, tangled in each other's limbs.

you giggled at his morning voice, feeling the skip in your heartbeat. "you said you loved me. multiple times," you shared, seeing the way jake's smile widened at your words. "but then, you also said you loved ramen, too. it was an amusing discussion to listen to."

“huh, i said that?" jake tilted his head, unable to believe he would compare his partner to his favorite food. "i'm sorry if you are upset about it, though. i promise i will—"

"i'm kidding, babe. i couldn't understand a single word you said last night. it was all gibberish." you laughed as you saw the frown on your boyfriend's face. "you never sleep talk about me, don't worry."

"that's because i talk to you a lot when you are awake. i confess my love to you every day, every minute, so i highly doubt i'd do the same in my sleep."

"you are still half-asleep, babe. stop blabbering and let me go. i am hungry."

jake protested, groaning as he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "no," he mumbled, enjoying the feeling of you in his embrace, sighing in content as he felt at ease.

to him, cuddling wasn't just a physical display of affection. cuddling was the most pleasant way to transform a boring morning into a happy memory.

so when it was raining cats and dogs outside, cuddling was jake's way of making the gloomy weather a memorable time for him to enjoy.

you grumbled under your breath, wanting to do nothing more than run to the kitchen and gobble down something. but with jake's death grip on you, it was proving difficult.

laying there in bed while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain outside, you looked at the male in front of you, tracing his features with his eyes fluttered close.

this was your chance to get out of his death grip.

"what is it, baby?" he leant back a little, looking at your face and observing your expressions. "tell me."

"i've always wanted to kiss in the rain. we've never done that, have we?"

in an instant, jake pulled his hands away from you, already sitting up on the bed, looking at you with enthusiasm clear in his eyes.

he was rushing around the room as he grabbed two raincoats and put on some shoes, while you sat in your place watching your boyfriend.

once he was ready, jake turned to you, extending his hand for you to hold. seeing his bright smile and the sparkle in his eyes, you felt as if a whole sanctuary of butterflies were released inside your stomach.

you always knew you loved jake, but at this moment, you had never been more sure of the feeling.

"what are you waiting for, y/n? come on! let's go out!"

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dcjokerhs · 2 years

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My idea of What would happen if Izuku was a Girl.

(though there's gonna be a li'l bit of side-sauce to keep it close to canon, little disclaimer here for that)

People say Katsuki's going to be a great Hero for standing up for Izu, because "she's a little Quirkless angel! She does so well in her classes and looks so adorable!"

But on top of that she's going to get put on the side at pe, the bullies are still going to be assholes, but you're also going to get shady shit about people saying she's got crushes on random guys just for looking at them, or say "she acts innocent but she's a whore".

Not to mention ALL MIGHT. THE BLATANT SEXISM!

Though Izu still gets ofa because All Might is really reminded of Nana because Izu gets her hair straightened once a month by the same people who style her mother's hair and if Inko looks like Nana but Pudgy Angel? Izuku's the spitting image of her.

(This both helps and hinders... We'll get there in a sec, don't you worry.)

So Katsuki is actually more respectful and, tbh, a little scared of Izuku in this AU: his mother and his "Auntie Inko" are Undeniably Queens so he's like "I don't fully believe you'll be able to be a Hero but you're my sis so I'll kinda support you, but also I've seen you get angry, so I probably believe a bit [a lot] more."

Izuku's a girl, who's had to handle bullies, she freezes at the gate, but as soon as she's going in? She's In GO GO GO MODE!

(though then she breaks her arm and leg with ofa and Katsuki's the one with the immediate answer of "it's be from all that training you were doing after school leading up to the exam! Of course I noticed, Dekizu, you're my sister!" Before walking her home, as Ochako's still wanting to offer some of her points because she'd heard that Izu thinks she hasn't got any points.)

You think Inko doesn't know what's happening with her baby? Hah! Izu and Inko have That Bond, so Inko helps Izu tell Katsuki, because they both know All Might, for all of his intelligence and focus, can miss The Most Obvious Stuff.

So, UA. Tenya apologises, they still become friends, but he's also a bit more chivalrous towards her and, well...

M*neta is kicked by at least Lunchtime because he's So Clearly trying to eye up Izu's skirt because she's sat in front of him

If not, Katsuki goes Big Bro Mode when he hears M*neta intentionally dropping his stationary just to peer up skirts. This is Bakugo Family Sibling Mode, the only reason he lets M*neta go is Izuku saying a very clear, very soft "Katsuki, let him go, the teachers can handle it."

Aizawa Does Handle It: With Expulsion and A Record.

(I sleep so well at night knowing M*neta will Get No Ladies, at all.)

AND HERE'S WHERE THAT "LOOKS LIKE NANA" STUFF CAUSES STUFF.

Because Tomura! Sees Izuku! And both immediately proclaims her a pos, but also is like "Of course she had Another Family, if I kidnap you, I could wreak that family."

Thank God Kurogiri's there to go "Hon, we've got no time for that" and yeets him outta there.

This Becomes A Theme.

Sports Fest goes similarly, but Tenya's so flustered facing Ochako, Izu, Mei and Fumikage as Fumikage is like "guys, I'm gay, this is not the start of a harem", like that one picture of the dude on the cheerleading team surrounded by the cheerleaders.

Also No Grapist, No Cheerleading.

(srsly Denki is friends with a Slightly-Sis-Con Katsuki, anyone who thinks he'd try getting someone to help pull that? Even if he was supposedly as bad as M*neta, KATSUKI.)

(srsly, even if I'm not 100% fond of Canon!Katsuki, not only is Fandom!Katsuki usually better, All Katsuki Versions CHUG that Respect Women Juice.)

Also Tenya has a crush.

Anything else I can think of?

...sports, internships... Stain definitely has some kind of Lady Respect Juice...

OH!

Torino's also like "Nana?" But calls Izu "Young Lady?" When they meet.

Also Katsuki Clearly looks to/at Izu when thinking about anything, so the League's like "two birds one stone"... Yeah.

Also AFO wants to meet Izu and I'd Adore some Darth Vader "Ur my kid" stuff but Press X To Doubt.

Regardless, AFO is caught and All Might Retires.

(ToshInko??? Nah. Well? Maybe? Depends how much Toshi saw Nana as a mum.)

Anyway: stuff's basically pretty much the same, but for the low-key sexism and the fact End-a-W* probably would be pushing Shouto towards Izu which means those two end up with more of a sibling bond, like Katsuki and Izuku, because That Guy Really POURS HIS JUICE DOWN THE DRAIN!

(Anything else?...

Nah. I'm an All-Izu's-Age×Izu shipper usually, so idk what pairings we'd really end up with, LOL.)

#bnha #bnha au #mha #mha deku #mha au #genderswap #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #female izuku midoriya #female midoriya izuku #female deku #fan thoughts #fan theory

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jentledaisies · 2 years

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Ooooh can I ask then what the yanderes would do if they found a love letter this s/o wrote to them?

oooo okay so you sent this in during my lil spree of answering questions this morning but i had to go get ready for work before i could answer this...however this has really been staying in my mind basically the whole day so here's a lil mini-reaction(?) bcuz i have many thoughts.

Warning: Rosie's one implies sexual activity, and Lisa's is just, straight up about sex. Please be warned and minors, please, don't read Lisa's.

(if yall want,, i'd be happy to start lil mini-reactions based off of asks. it's low-key fun, also, i fully bullshitted the 'letters' i apologize in advance)

mini-Yandere!Mafia!BP ; Love Letters

Jisoo

{ dear jisoo,

i love you. i adore you. i hope you know that. I believe you do but, i can never be sure. not with you. maybe that's something that makes it easier to love you. you don't play pretend, you don't hide unpleasentries. you're confidently you, in your hatred, in your anger, in your happiness...in your love. i don't know where I'm going with this. i love you. i appreciate you, always. I'm staying, always. so, please love me always.

forever yours,

y/n }

Jisoo's eyes were blurry. She supposed that simply what happened when you were to be blinded by tears. But how else could she feel when she sees such sweet words written by her darling.

Never before had she been loved by someone this way. Never had she...been understood like this. Her heart felt weighed down by a thousand tons and at the same time, like it was flying higher than the clouds.

"Jisoo?" Your voice causes her to snap around, and your stunned at the tears falling from her face. Your own heart drops, in fear that your lover has been hurt, but with your eyes adding on the piece of paper she holds, from that small collection you hid in the floorboards, you relax. "Oh, I can explain that-"

Her arms are around you within the second and your mouth snaps closed. You hug back in an instant, despite your surprise, because holding her seems almost natural, like there can be no other movement that makes sense.

"I love you." She whispers into your hair, and then her voice straingthens. "I'll always love you. Never doubt that, never forget that. You're my one."

Jennie

{ to my love,

you brought home macarons today. the ridiculously expensive ones at the high end 'french bakery' even though we both know you could probably get the same ones from the market. you ate the pistachio ones for me, even though we both don't like them, just because you didn't want me to eat something i disliked. oh, how do you continue to make everything feel like home? sitting on the couch, eating those expensive shits, my heart felt at ease. my butterflies were gone, i just felt...happy. you make me happy. i hope i make you happy.

forever,

y/n }

How was Jennie meant to feel after reading that? Her little love, writing her such a sweet letter. Jennie remembered the day this happened. She remembers everything about you.

Like how your nose scrunched up when you saw the pistachio macaron, although she never knew that you knew she didn't like them either. She remembered how she had rushed to place them on a plate, so she could fool you into believing they were in fact the ones from the market, but you had caught her. She remembered the scolding you gave her, but ultimately thanking her with a kiss(which simply just made her buy you more)

"Jennie, can you braid my hair? I want to make some food. Oh." You come walking into the bedroom, grabbing your brush immediately to brush your hair out, slightly freezing when you see the paper in her hands. Without saying anything she strides forward and places a kiss onto your lips, soft and sweet with the barest hint of her smile in it. She pulls away and gives you a glimmering smile, eyes filled with adoration.

"Please, don't stop writing these. I love hearing your thoughts, especially when your happy, my love. Now, what would you like to cook? Sit down so i can braid."

Rosie

{ park chaeyoung,

how dare you. how DARE you do this to me? why can't you stick to the script. make me hate you, make me angry. make me want to fucking scream at you. stop making me want to kiss you and hold you close instead. whenever i think of how you've taken me, i know i should be angry, but instead i just feel happy that I'm with you know. how annoying.

it's annoying but never stop,

y/n }

Rosie smirks as she finishes the last sentence, feeling smug at seeing you sit, blushing and avoiding her eyes with everything in her. Rosie chuckles deeply, before full on laughing. She knew you had started to love her, but knowing you wrote this back then, oh, she was in heaven. Her glee was out of this world.

"Aw, is my little bubs getting shy? Should I read it again?"

"No! Shut up." You pout on the bed before looking up in shock ready to apologize, but Chaeyoungs eyes have become sharp, her lips turned into a coy smirk as she moves to cage you into her body on the couch. "What was that, Sweets? Say it again for me."

"S-Shut up." You whimper out as she kisses down your neck, teeth grazing softly over a hickey she leaves. She chuckles deeply again.

"You mentioned wanting to scream at me, but how about I make you scream for something else instead? Hm?"

Lisa

{ you're quite a cutie. do you know that? the way you whimper and moan when i kiss your neck. how you squirm when i like you just right. oh, you have no idea what you do to me? I love it, i love knowing that you have claimed me a million times as yours but truly, you belong to me only. perhaps my favorite thing about you, how your eyes light up at any chance you receive to please me. even if you're just watching me fall apart by myself, that's all you need isn't it? my good girl. you're all mine, and I'm all yours. isn't that great? }

Lisa sits, gobsmacked at the paper that holds your messy scrawl. Her hands move to the marks you left on her neck, and she thinks about the trail of them leading down to where she's the most sensitive. She knows that you enjoyed being in control, but wow, she never knew you felt like this.

'my good girl' That's what you had called her. She wanted to hear you say it, she wanted you to call her that.

"Whatcha looking at?" You pop into the room, easily draping yourself over Lisa's back to look at what she was holding, before smiling brightly. "Oh, that."

"Mhmm." Lisa gulps, afraid at how her voice might sound if she speaks.

"Well? What do you want to say? Speak up, now."

"I-I..." Lisa stutters, and she casts her eyes down obediently as your come around to look at her. "I want you to call me your good girl. In real life not on paper."

You raise your eyebrows. "You do, do you? Why don't yo prove to me that you are then? You've got to earn your praises."

(i don't know what this is,,,, might be shit. i tried tho)

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herb10 · 8 months

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I’m so sorry this might be a hot take and cause fights which I apologize for in advance—-

But I always get annoyed when I see chargers social media team post what the impact fund is doing I’m sorry but goody bags for schools ? Like cmon ppl you’re a multi billionaire dollar organization and some snacks and chargers merch is how you’re gonna give back to the community ? I’m sorry I know I sound ungrateful at least they are doing something but I feel like there is soo much better and more necessary things they could help with. ESP in the LA school district one of the biggest and underfunded school districts in the state. Inglewood esp where sofi stadium is the attendance rate had dropped from 17,000 kids to 7,000 kids all the schools are poorly structured barely maintained and part of the reason for this has to do with sofi stadium. Once it was built housing prices went up and people in those neighborhoods couldn’t afford to live there anymore

But yeah spend that money on some goody bags! That’ll help! Sorry I know anything helps but cmon don’t sell your impact fund as helping the community when it’s just for show. Imo at least. Also half of the Links on the impact fund website don’t work or are outdated so like what are y’all really doing

I'm sorry that it took me so long to respond to your ask. I just wanted to get my thoughts in order bc there's a fair amount I want to touch on as this is a very complicated topic.

First of all, I'd like to say there's no need to apologise bc I get what you mean and I understand why you feel that way.

Whilst I admire the idea of the Impact Fund and the work of the volunteers/workers who give their time to help others as part of the initiative, I do have my concerns that it is not doing enough or, even worse, is performative, at least on the part of the Spanos family and the organisation executives.

My scepticism is in part due to the white-washing of Alex Spanos and the way he made his initial wealth. People talk about the "Braceros Curse" but I'm not sure many fully understand what Spanos did. People can read this article to learn how Spanos built his fortune exploiting vulnerable Mexican farmworkers.

Another reason is the damage that the move from San Diego to LA and the subsequent building of SoFi Stadium had on the community of Inglewood as you pointed out above.

I didn't know the consequences that decision had on the people who live in Inglewood until I stumbled across a documentary on YouTube. It really opened my eyes to the reality of the situation removed from the entertainment of football.

I will say that I genuinely believe that the people who volunteer for the Impact Fund do so out of the good of their hearts and are compassionate people looking to help others. I have no doubt that their work with the Fund is sincere.

As for the most recent charity event you mentioned, I'd like point out that the goody bags did contain food, mostly canned food like soup, noodles, etc. Having said that I do agree that the merchandise peddling is something that leaves a sour taste in my mouth; a bobblehead figurine isn't gonna fundamentally help a struggling family.

TL;DR I get you. I agree. The charity work seems performative on the part of the org. I don't blame the players or volunteers. This problem is bigger than any of us unfortunately.

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criminal minds cast one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - i thought you guys portrayed profilers...

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - fluff, pregnancy announcement, swear words

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - based on my two prompts: "oh my gosh, eww, you peed on that... wait, are you serious?" and "you fucking peed on that and you made me touch it!", the cast of criminal minds find out that everleigh and matthew, the two younger castmates, are pregnant with their first child.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - finally, an idea that i haven't stolen from older chapters. let's hope this turns out like i imagined it does! italics will be used as flashbacks and normal font is present time

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everleigh couldn't believe her eyes. for maybe, almost close to a month into filming criminal minds, she hadn't been feeling too well, causing her to have to take the longest during filming the show and then sleep whilst everyone else filmed their coverage. it scared everleigh some that she couldn't figure out why she was so dizzy, lethargic, tired and nauseous but it wasn't until she caught up with aj, one of her best friends and fellow castmates, after their most recent week of filming that everything seemed to make sense to the younger actress.

"...everleigh, you okay?" aj's voice had suddenly come through everleigh's ears and she maintained eye contact with the older blonde

"hmm? yeah, i...i'm fine aj... just, i...i, i'm so sorry, i'd truly love to stay longer but, i just forgot about some errands i got to run! can we raincheck lunch for a later date?" everleigh seemed in a hurry and aj didn't want to prolong her lateness, nodding her head enthusiastically

"oh, of course, love, don't even apologise! we can totally take that raincheck for a later date! stay safe and, i hope you get better soon!" aj smiled sympathetically after the girls talked about everleigh's symptoms and how that was how aj found out she was pregnant with her son, mehkai, which ultimately got everleigh in a spiral without aj fully realising or intending it

"thanks so much, aj and, i'm always safe you know that especially considering who my boyfriend is!" everleigh chuckled, her angelic laugh making aj giggle too as they joked about matthew gubler, everleigh's boyfriend and fellow criminal minds costar

"of course, i was just making sure!" aj called out as the two girls walked their separate ways to their cars everleigh shook her head as her smile never once faltered

later on, that day after aj and everleigh had parted ways, the younger blonde actress walked herself into a pharmacy and bought herself a handful of clearblue pregnancy tests. after her conversation with aj about how sick she had been feeling and how worried she was, it truthfully now made so much sense that she would be pregnant when she also suddenly realised that during this entire time she had been unwell, she hadn't gotten her period either. she just hoped to some degree that she was pregnant and that matthew would be just as excited. even though this was a topic that matthew and everleigh would have almost daily, it still somewhere in the backlights of her head worried her that maybe, right now, they shouldn't be trying to settle down so soon.

however, the moment that all ten of the pregnancy tests showed their results, everleigh was so relieved and almost fell to her knees. all ten pregnancy tests had come back positive so, there wasn't a single doubt that matthew and everleigh hadn't conjured up a junior gubler- because they did and the ten pregnancy tests proved all the evidence needed to support that claim. now, all everleigh needed to do was to tell her boyfriend and then later on down the line, tell the rest of her castmates. with a small pep in her step, everleigh decided to buy some infant unisex converse and decided that she'd announce her pregnancy to matthew with a youtube video challenge idea that she had seen her influencer sister do years ago - reminding the girl of how her elder sister, emelia, announced her pregnancy to her and her family, which was done in the same exact way.

matthew had very clearly noticed the new pep in his girlfriend's step as he arrived home after his day of filming. smiling with confusion at the set up of a film camera, the couch and a box with a piece of fabric that covered a small side opening and then an open opening on the other side, he didn't question it and just followed his girlfriend to the couch.

"can we film a quick youtube video, bubs?" everleigh asks her boyfriend as they pull out of a hug and peck each other's lips as he nods his head

"course we can! should i be worried though?" matthew sarcastically said with a wink as everleigh giggled as the memory of the last youtube challenge the couple filmed went through her head

"not at all, i don't think..." everleigh trailed off as matthew smiled before taking the seat next to his girlfriend as a small four-legged chair sat in front of them, the box laid on top

"...matthew the first item is in the box, are your eyes closed?" everleigh smiled as matthew giggled softly as he nodded his head

"mhm," he vocalised, letting his girlfriend know that his eyes were closed as she continued

"ok, everyone else that's watching knows what's in the box but you. so, just, stick your hand in and, feel around, pick it up, and see if you can figure out what it is, okay?" everleigh explains as matthew laughs at the slight innuendo before nodding his head

"ok..." matthew trailed off as he placed his hand into the opened side of the box as he slightly hesitated, retracting his hand before putting it back in

everleigh had placed in the infant unisex converse first because the pregnancy test would have been too easy and then it wouldn't be so much of an amazing surprise. so, starting off with the converse would act as a good clue to the fact that the shoes are for a baby - meaning that everleigh is pregnant without telling him straight away with the pregnancy test.

matthew chuckled, his head falling back as he felt the pair of converse, "...are these like, converse for infants?" everleigh sucked a breath in before a small chuckle left her mouth

"can I pull it out to check?" matthew then queried as everleigh vocalised a small "yeah" as matthew pulled the infant converse and opened his eyes

laughing at the infant converse, it seemed to everleigh that it hadn't clocked in his head that it was to announce the news of her being pregnant and the couple becoming parents. so, due to matthew's confusion she just set aside the infant converse, told matthew to close his eyes again and that she'd put the next clue to her surprise announcement into the box.

biting her lip and willing away her joyful tears, she announced to matthew that he could put his hand into the box and guess the next clue. it obviously stumped matthew as unlike the first time with the infant converse, it seemed as if matthew hesitated in guessing what the item in his hand was. i mean, surely, it wasn't the first time the man had felt or even seen a pregnancy test but, it flew past his mind because he didn't think to recognise that his girlfriend's symptoms from the past month were the same ones that their best friend aj, and his and everleigh's sisters, laura and emelia had when they were pregnant. however, it seemed as if five minutes later, he kind of figured it out?

"is...is this a pregnancy test?" matthew finally calls out, his eyes adorably crinkled shut as everleigh giggles softly as she watches her boyfriend open his eyes and turn to his girlfriend, his hand still holding the test

"wait, it's been used?! ew, you fucking peed on it and you made me touch it!" matthew freaked out as he then brought the pregnancy test out of the box before he decided to take a good look at it after touching it

thinking it didn't have an answer on it, he looked at it before it registered in his mind what it said. "everleigh, are...are you serious?" matthew's voice trembled as tears shed his eyes as everleigh smiled, nodding her head with a tender look at her boyfriend

"are you actually serious?" matthew's chin wobbled as he tried to not cry as everleigh smiled brighter and nodded her head

"dead serious," everleigh smiled as matthew chucked the box, chair and the pregnancy test to the floor as he pulled his girlfriend in for a hug, letting his tears stream down his cheeks onto everleigh's shoulder

"we're having a baby!" matthew quietly sobbed out as everleigh giggled as she nodded her head, pulling out of the hug as he ruffled her boyfriend's hair

"uh-huh, we're having a baby, matthew!" everleigh confirmed again, knowing that it was going to take a lot of confirmations for matthew to really believe his dream of becoming a father was going to come true

after another two confirmations of the pregnancy, it seems as if matthew still hadn't cried all of his tears as he continued to cry into everleigh's embrace. matthew couldn't help the smile that was tucked away, hidden by everleigh's sweater as she made small, rubbing motions of comfort on matthew's back to comfort him. finally though, thirty minutes later, it seemed as if every single tear that he could have shed, had been shed and the couple were now just coming up with ways to surprise their families and then the criminal minds cast.

a week had passed since matthew and everleigh had found out about the pregnancy when it had been decided that they'd tell their families, the gubler's and the franklin's at the same time and, it was so casual that it actually had such a delayed reaction that everleigh and matthew thought they didn't hear them the first time.

the way they told them was that, because emelia, everleigh's sister, is a nurse, everleigh decided that after being offered wine, she'd make a joke about the fact that her sister should know that drinking alcohol when pregnant isn't a smart idea. hoping that it would give the normal sometimes clueless families that everleigh was pregnant.

"wine, everleigh?" emelia offers as everleigh smiles, shaking her head no, confusing emelia as it was very well known how in love everleigh was with alcohol

"no thanks," the pregnant girl responds which confuses everyone as matthew tries his hardest to not break into a big smile that could clue everyone into the surprise

"why? you never turn down a glass..." emelia trails off as everleigh decides to tell her

"...you're a nurse emelia, i thought you knew that pregnant women are highly advised to not drink..." everleigh trailed off, hoping that her and matthew's family would react but, it seems as if they weren't at all

that was until emelia finally realised what her younger sister had just clued her into.

"...wait, everleigh! no fucking way!" she squealed, almost dropping the wine bottle and rushing over to the other end of the table, pulling her younger sister in for a hug as the older sister held back her joyful tears as the sisters giggled, swaying side to side

despite emelia's realisation, it seemed as if everyone else was still so clueless that matthew and everleigh were pregnant. so clueless in fact that it wasn't until everleigh and emelia's mom looked down towards her youngest daughter's stomach and noticed the slightly curved baby bump that had been forming when she then announced out loud in a question that everleigh was pregnant.

"everleigh, you're pregnant?!" mrs franklin wobbled out as tears welled up in the elderly lady's eyes, everleigh nodding her head as matthew placed his hand on the small of her back

"yeah, i'm pregnant," everleigh confirmed as finally, the rest of the gubler's and franklin's reacted in due course making everleigh and matthew tearfully chuckle at the very delayed reactions of their families

she couldn't hide the nervousness that was welling up inside her as everleigh waited for the moment for her castmates to realise what it was that aj was fiddling with. exactly in the way that everleigh surprised matthew, the couple were telling their castmates about her pregnancy with the what's in the box challenge.

aj was extremely hesitant to place her hands inside the box with her eyes closed. due to her being a mother herself with a little boy, she was extremely nervous to see what her best friend could be making her touch right now. however, it shocked everleigh that aj was so oblivious to the fact that she was literally fondling a positive pregnancy test that would announce everleigh and matthew's first pregnancy and not be responding immediately with the answer of it being a pregnancy test.

"...what is this?" aj chuckles after nearly fifteen minutes of fondling the pregnancy test and not guessing it, the rest of the cast chuckling at aj's forfeit

"are you seriously giving up, aj?" everleigh giggled, matthew, biting his lip so his welling up emotions wouldn't burst all at once as he stood behind the camera that was filming this

aj giggled in defeat as she nodded her head, "yes, i give up, everleigh! what is it?" aj squeals out as she then furrows her eyebrows, her eyes showing a flash of recollection

"wait, wait, i...i think i know what it is!" aj called out in excitement as her eyes widened with joy, looking at everleigh if she could take the item out, everleigh nodded her head

immediately, aj yelped out, similar to matthew's initial reaction, the pregnancy test landing on the raised table in front of the group, "oh my gosh, eww you peed on that... wait, are you serious?"

the cast laughed at aj getting grossed out by a used pregnancy test before it clocked in their heads that it clocked in aj's head that it was everleigh's used pregnancy test. aj had since let out a squealed sob, attacking everleigh into a hug, the two girls falling onto the couch with the table with the positive pregnancy test toppled to the floor. everyone else's brains were slowly clicking in realisation when they noticed the way matthew was struggling to not cry with happiness, a moment of realisation clicking in shemar's brain seconds later as he ran over to pull his best friend in for a hug.

"...you're pregnant, ev?" aj whimpered out as she and everleigh stood up off the couch, aj wiping away her tears as the two girls saw shemar and matthew hugging as matthew started crying again

hearing aj ask if everleigh was pregnant and seeing matthew's happy crying into shemar's shoulder, it suddenly all made sense to everyone else and then hell really broke loose. paget was the next to freak out as she then rushed over to everleigh whilst grabbing matthew out of shemar's grip.

"wait, everleigh, please, can you actually confirm that you and matthew are pregnant?" paget had also started to cry (as did kirsten and shemar) as everleigh giggled at her castmates

"yes, i'm pregnant, paget, i'm in my second trimester, give or take," everleigh smiled brightly as she pulled paget in for a hug alongside matthew as they cried in everleigh's embrace

it made butterflies fly throughout both matthew and everleigh's tummies that they were finally getting the blessing of being parents for the first time after talking about it for so long. after all the happy tears and squeals and jubilation over everleigh and matthew's announcement, everleigh couldn't help the jokingly snide comment that fell out of her mouth as she drank a berry mocktail.

"and I thought you guys portrayed profilers!"

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i don't think i like this as much as i thought i would humph. but that's okay. and just some context for the title and end of this as it may be a bit vague. so, pretty much, because everleigh, matthew and the rest of the cm cast play profilers, the couple would have thought that their cast members would have immediately recognised the fact that everleigh was pregnant. especially with all of the symptoms and with aj being a mother herself, everleigh and matthew thought that aj would have made the connection straight away. however, it wasn't until matthew and everleigh had to spell it out to them for them to figure it out, hence why everleigh made the "i thought you guys portrayed profilers" comment because it was funny and something that she thought they'd figure out quickly so when they didn't, they realised that matthew and everleigh were going to hold that against them for years to come.

ok ily bye xx

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#matthew gray gubler x reader #criminal minds cast #one-shot #fluff

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sidhewrites · 9 months

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Chapter 6! I am suddenly confronted by the fact that I need to do some serious writing exercises with Haunted Archivists to figure out their interactions. But hey this is the first draft, it can be as stilted and awkward as it needs to be, so long as it gets written :3

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I can't remember the last time a morning had gone so miserably. At least the sky is still overcast, which makes me feel a little better about life as a whole. The universe may not care about one idiot in a small town enough to change the weather for her, but it was nice to pretend it did. Josie had texted early in the morning, letting me know she had free time this afternoon, and could I call her to arrange things? I hated how quickly I sat up, not even fully awake by the time I pulled up her name in my phone and called.

She didn't even answer.

I was an idiot. As sweet as Josie was, she'd always been bad with confrontation of any kind, which meant she was probably chickening out and too afraid to talk to me directly. I missed her like hell, but I wouldn't miss this.

Instead, I send a text -- Is 3:00 ok?

By the time I'm dressed, she's texted back: Yeah.

I wait for the three dots to appear and disappear, Josie typing and erasing her message over and over again on the other side of her screen. It doesn't surprise me. No doubt she's trying to find a way to tell me how hard this is, and how sorry she is for causing trouble, and so on and so on. I feel bad sometimes. I know she's not trying to make things worse. But Josie has always been too nice for her own good, and it lead to things like this, where I had to fill in the blanks and figure out how to fix things between us in a way that would make us both happy.

I'm not smart. It took me a while to figure this out about her and how to work around it.

With a sigh, I turn on my coffee machine, and offer a compromise. How about we meet at Mean Mug, and you can get your things then

Okay, thank you.

Cool see you then.

See you. Thank you.

I force myself to put my phone down before I make the mistake of apologizing. It would honestly be easiest if I just went and dropped things off at work or outside her apartment, but there are too many valuables in there I don't want to risk getting stolen or broken before she has time to get to it. I know Josie feels bad for what she's doing, but if I say sorry, then she'll apologize and bend over backwards to make it up to me, and I've got to do enough groveling later today for both of us.

My stomach churns, and I barely force down breakfast before heading to work.

Mr. Ngo isn't happy to see me when I arrive. I mean, I knew he wouldn't be, but he really isn't happy to see me. The office feels smaller than ever, air even staler and more difficult to breathe.

"Hello Kaz," he says. He'd been going over the schedule for the next few weeks. I get a glance of the tree trimmers' contact information, and resist the urge to make a joke.

"Morning. How's things?" I try to sound chipper, but it's not believable.

My heart drops further as Mr. Ngo hesitates, and looks down at his hands. He pushes himself up from the desk with a sigh, and makes himself meet his eyes. There's none of the frustration or disappointment I'd expected. I had assumed the Haunted Archivist team would have told on me the second they left last night, but instead, his eyes are red behind his glasses.

"Mr. Ngo? Everything all right?" I think back to the phone call he'd had last night. Oh god -- Phan. In my shame and dread, I'd completely forgotten about the phone call last night. I feel like even more of an ass than before.

He sighs, pulls off his glasses and wipes at his eyes before finding his voice. "I'm...going to have to take a couple days off, Kaz. Phan came down with a fever last night, and it's not going down." He shook his head. I swallowed my guilt, and made myself wait for him to talk again. "Look, she's in the hospital right now, and doctors are looking at her. I'm sure it's nothing, but..."

"No, please. Take all the time you need. Just let me know what you need."

He sighs again, and nods. I'd never seen him look so worn out. "I didn't want to tell you this, but we have overnight guests this week."

Shit.

"I know you wouldn't have approved of me staying out late, but I was looking forward to working with these kids. They're a couple of ghost hunters, very sweet. You'll like them plenty."

Anything but that.

It's a fight to keep my face neutral, but I can feel the muscles around my mouth tense, pressing my lips into a thin line, eyes widening.

"I just need you to supervise for the next few nights. Let them in at nine and let them back out when they're ready to leave. I'll do what I can to get someone to manage the day shifts, but..."

"Anything you need, Mr. Ngo," I say, and I mean it. Forget everything else. I can't keep him from Phan, and if that means working double- or triple-time to keep things running, so be it. I knew how to reach out to funeral homes and inform them of staffing changes, I had all our contractors' information on file. There was just one burial scheduled for the week, and I'd be able to manage that just fine. "You trained me on almost everything. I promise I can handle it."

It's like a massive weight falls off his shoulders, and he deflates with relief. "Thank you, Kaz. I can always trust you to take care of things."

"Any time. You look like you need sleep. Why don't you go home, and I'll take over for the day?"

"I have to schedule..."

"The tree trimming. I see the business card. Let me handle it. Okay?"

"Okay." He hesitates. "And if you need anything --"

"I'll call. I promise. You get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

I walk Mr. Ngo to his car and help him in, but he sticks his head out the window one more time. "You sure you can handle it on your own?"

"I promise not to raise the dead and unleash a horde of the undead on Stronte without you."

Finally convinced, Mr. Ngo shuts the door and turns on the car. I stand in the parking lot with as reassuring of a smile as I can manage, watching him go. But as soon as the car is out of sight, any hint of levity disappears, and I fight back a wave of nausea.

Shit shit shit shit.

The Haunted Archivists hadn't told him about last night, which was good. My job here has never been at risk, but I would prefer that not to change any time soon. But there was no way to avoid them in plain daylight now. I could try to pretend that it hadn't been me last night, crouched behind a gravestone and sabotaging their work, but I could also pretend I was ten feet tall with wings and extra eyes.

I drag my sorry ass back to the office, and sit down at the desk to review the notes. It's easy to tell my chicken scratch from his perfectly-formed blocky lettering, and I sort out the various to do lists and notifications. It's hard to focus on work, my mind constantly drifting back to the inevitable meeting where I'd have to face the Haunted Archivists and admit that, yep, the assistant groundskeeper was in fact their local nemesis -- who, by the way, was so very, very sorry about last night, and, hey, can I buy all of you a coffee?

Ugh.

Schedules. Notes. The headstones had just been cleaned, so I didn't have to tend to them for another week or two. I'd have to survey the damage from the rains last night, however, and see if any burial plots were loosened and needed to be tamped back down. The diggers were coming tomorrow to prepare a new grave for the burial, and so on and so forth. It wasn't exactly easy to fall into the routine of paperwork at the best of times. I hated sitting still for long periods of time without something interesting to do, but I couldn't let things slip even an inch this week. Mr. Ngo worried about everything far too much, and the last thing I wanted was to distract him from his wife.

By the time afternoon rolled around, I had gotten most of the necessary paperwork done, which meant I was free to step outside and answer a few basic questions for visitors about the historical significance of this headstone or that unmarked grave. It wasn't officially part of my job. We had a few part-time volunteers to act as docents and tour guides to those who were interested, but I'd been here for three years and learned more than enough to fill in.

Everyone asks about Lucille Blue. Have we seen her, when does she come out, what does she look like. But I've lived here almost five years now, walking through the graveyard to get to class if not working here outright, and I'd never seen a single orb, much less a full-body specter. I tell them as much every time.

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I had hoped to get a chance to talk to the team first. Step up, hold out my hand, and make my case with a friendly smile. So it was more than a little troublesome that they found me in the office instead, pulling me out of my apology rehearsals. And though I've got the nicest, sweetest smile plastered on my face when I greet them, they recognize me immediately.

"Hi." I wave. It's pathetic.

"Hi." Lourdes looks me up and down, not the least bit impressed. "We're looking for Kaz Pine. Quoc said we'd be working with her for the rest of the week."

"That would be me."

"Of course it is."

"Listen, about last night --"

[She's super unhappy]

"If it would make you feel any better, I could get on my knees and grovel?" I don't often wish I could melt into a puddle and disappear, but this felt like an appropriate moment.

"Look, we had an interview scheduled with Quoc today. Are you gonna be normal if I ask you to fill in?"

"I've literally never been normal in my life."

"Great."

Great.

Though I call it a graveyard, this is technically a cemetery, which means there's a church on the grounds. Funerals would be held by the local priest, and a grave digger would manage the burial itself. The church fell to ruin during the industrial revolution. With a population boom, the townsfolk commissioned a new church, and left this one to the elements.

Nowadays, the church is mostly used by squatters and dumb kids who think it's a cool place to hang out and summon ghosts or take photos of each other. I've seen a few people try to call themselves urban explorers for going inside, but really, they're just idiots walking around the DO NOT ENTER signs and risking a broken neck when they descend the old wooden stairs to the cellar. If they'd just wait for a tour guide, we could at least take them a safer route.

I take the Haunted Archivists to the side door and let them scout the [apse? main room] for the best lighting before sitting down to talk with them. I go over a basic history of the town and the cemetery itself, plus a few fun stories I'd heard from over the years.

"It's normal for people to take a shortcut from the residential area to the local university, or just spend time here, since it's part of the historical tours they give on the weekends. One of my old professors claimed to be haunted a couple years ago. A full-body specter of a child would follow him from one side of the graveyard to the other, and show up at the edge of his bed in the middle of the night. It got so bad that he called in a priest to help banish the dead, but not before a couple of students tried to host a seance."

"Did they find anything?" Mick asks.

"Nah. One of them -- uh." I hesitate, feeling a grimace twist my expression. "Sorry, one sec." I take a second to clear my throat, and school my expression back into something that couldn't be described as I didn't mean to mention my ex girlfriend and feel sick to my stomach now.

"You okay?"

I make a different face, and aim finger guns his way. And then, finally, I manage to recover and start over. "One of them says she saw a shadowy figure walking around in the background, but it was hard to make out any details. Just that they were too tall to be a child."

"It wasn't just a local in the cemetery at night?" I don't miss the pointed edge to the question.

"No. We didn't have a night crew at the time, and no-one else saw the figure."

"So what happened?"

"Don't know. The story kind of died down after the priest showed up, but the professor seemed to be sleeping better at least."

Mick nodded, and reviewed his notes.

"Can you give us your version of Lucille's story?"

"Don't you guys usually cover that with some aesthetic stock footage and animation?"

"For our notes, please."

Ugh. But I do as he asks. "Lucille, born Lucille Cooper, moved here with her family not long after the civil war. They just finished a railroad at the base of the mountains, and the town's population was growing fast. She met a clerk, James Blue, and they fell in love. According to legend, it was love at first sight. The newspapers say it was a three-month courtship, or whatever the equivalent was at the time, but on the day they were to be married, someone found James' body in the woods. Lucille was heartbroken, and the mayor allowed her family to sign the marriage contract for her, allowing them to be married in the eyes of the law, if not god. She wore full mourning for six months, starting to sleepwalk and getting weaker with grief. One night, her mother forgot to lock her bedroom door, and they found Lucy the next morning, curled up on James' grave, dead."

"How did she die?"

"Nobody knows. She was sickly, but not to the point of death. And there was no sign of violence either. Her clothes were rumbled, but not torn or stained. Even her mourning veil was only a little creased. There were rumors she might have poisoned herself, but nobody wanted to believe Lucille could do something like that."

"What then?"

"Then, the Blue family had her buried besides James, but there's not a single record of his ghost ever being seen. Legend has it, Lucille's still here, waiting for her husband to guide her into the next life. For the past hundred-fifty years or so, people claim to see her in her mourning gown, waiting by her grave or walking around."

"Have you ever seen her?"

I shrug -- then jump as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out without thinking, and swallow the sudden surge of emotion. Josie's name sits on my screen, leaving me nauseated with a swirl of hope and dread in turn.

3:00? is all she's sent.

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flcralhaze · 3 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 .

hello, can you please tell me your name, country, & what role you provide your court?

❝ princess parvati sharma of the mughal empire. ❞ she smiled kindly at the inquisitor, recognizing him from around the palace. ❝ i do my best to provide counsel for my sister, the empress. ❞

and who do you believe to be your closest allies, either nations or individuals? do you trust your allies?

❝ allies of the empire are my allies. if my sister has deemed them worthy of our trust and they have proven themselves then i see no reason to question them. ❞ if only her mind would fully agree. her late spouse's initial deception had introduced an increased skepticism. who else was smiling only to get close to her family? but the need to present a united front behind and trust in her sister overruled all other words.

ah, yes, i see . . . how about your enemies, then. who do you not align yourself with, and why?

lips pressed together in a thin line. if anyone else sat before her and if the walls surroundings her were not familiar she would hold her tongue. ❝ whoever seeks to harm the kingdom and, most of all, my sister. ❞ eyes remained trained upon the inquisitor less they travel to the royal advisor lurking nearby. she would not have uncertainty born of her own past misjudgments cause strife amongst their court. her gut had been wrong before, and with ariyan's history standing as fact, it likely was again.

interesting. do you have a personal vendetta against any of the courts, or even individuals, here?

only now did she fiddle slightly with her fingers, which had previously been clasped together. she doubted any harm would come from remaining silent, the matter entirely personal, highly unlikely it'd impact anyone else, but in the same vein there was no danger in revealing it. their relationship had never been kept a secret. parvati's gaze dropped. ❝ i would not call it a vendetta, but it's no secret that an old . . . flame who i'd rather not see again is here. ❞

what are your thoughts on the mysterious deaths in so many royal families?

❝ it's horrid. unforgivable. concerning as well since we cna only hypothesize what their next move will be. hopefully with so many minds brought together here the culprits will not be free for much longer. ❞ and before anyone else could be harmed. so many eyes were now on her family, partially due to their course of action with the ball. the culprit could think them an ideal next target or if another death occurred and they were spared, more suspicion could settle over them.

how do you feel about the system of monarchy as a whole?

❝ without clear and strong leadership, chaos would more easily reign. that is not to say it is perfect for no such institution exists, but the monarchies have upheld order and kept people safe for generations. not only here in india but across the world. ❞ a pause, the wheels in her mind spinning faster, and then, ❝ do you believe a desire to see all monarchies abolished might be the motive behind the deaths? ❞ her gaze wandered to the faces in the room but she was unsurprised when only silence met her.

so, what would be your best theory as to what is going on, then?

the princess sat up a little straighter. her eyes naturally brightening at the prospect of discussing theories. ❝ i have a few, ❞ she admitted. her mind had been turning over the few known facts frequently as it did whenever a puzzle was placed before her. far more ghastly and deadly were these events but there were still pieces that when discovered and put together would reveal the true cause. ❝ but all are based on nothing but conjecture given the lack of evidence. i do think it unlikely that only one person is behind this. it's far too coordinated over such a vast area. ❞

thank you for your time. is there anything else you'd like to add, anything else that would be useful to the investigation?

she pondered momentarily, but all the thoughts in her head are merely hypothesizes with no basis, all waiting for some evidence that could illuminate one or two as the correct path. parvati could only shake her head. ❝ unfortunately, no. ❞

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richardsondavis · 11 months

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I want to go back to Reddit. I want to see what they are saying, if what they're saying is true.

Why change your opinion? No, you won't change your opinion. Best case is you'll feel like shit.

Hmmm, I guess so. It's the curiosity.

Yes, I understand yet we both know that they will not be giving you any favors. Glad that one person there said that Viz isn't localization cause it is just the in-house version of Shueisha. I believe we call that confirmation bias.

Hence why I want to go back!!!

You deleted your account. Most likely that post got deleted as well.

I see. I'd like to believe that.

Please do, Richardson. Your peace of mind is important. You are insignificant in this world.

...

Hmmm?

Just checked my post, it's still up. Most of my replies get downvoted. One of the things I got was that you have to just leave the official translation world. But these fuck still call officials localization and the unofficials translation. What did I expect?

Told you. Great question I have though is what is the matter? Now that these ideas are gonna live rent free in your head. No, how presumptuous of me. Please explain to me how the entire post makes you feel.

Thank you. So I made my reddit post with no ill-intent, just good natured questions.

So I got my replies and they all start how I imagined it. Localization is a disease, learn Japanese. That it exists and the only way to avoid it is to get off the grid. To not give these companies money, if it is my will. That one feels like a "If you don't follow us, we'll berate you" kind of thing.

That just really fucks with me. Perhaps it is all in my noggin.

So I'd like to break down the various comments I got.

First comment talks about how localization is now embedded in Western society, and that the best way to combat this is to raise awareness using social media and that money talks no matter what. In hindsight, I should've done something of the sort when I was reading Machimaho. Missed opportunity. I made a reply to that raise awareness using social media comment. I pointed out that Kimetsu no Yaiba made a lot of sales for it's final volume. Which I believe insinuates that what Viz is doing and by contrast, the "localizers" is okay. I don't agree with that sentiment, not one bit. Later on there's something that I like that I'd like to address.

Next comment is a guy that says that all official translations are localizations, without a doubt. That the best way to live is not give them money and get off the grid and purchase the Japanese ones and learn Japanese, cut out the middle man and told me to laugh at the faces of the "scanlators". I somewhat agree with this one save for the laugh at scanlators part cause that's just rude and I don't really want to be rude. In hindsight, Chainsaw Man, Dandadan and Call of the Night are all series I can get digitally and pirate it. It does hurt my eyes at times cause you know, screens and all that but I really feel quite regretful for purchasing the series. The folks at r/MangaCollectors do feel the same, I will reckon. Even Tumblr has beef with official translations every now and then.

I didn't really agree fully with the guy but he had an interesting take that I will want to take it into consideration. It's a bit strong yet tame.

Some guy replied that machine translations are what he prefers unironically and that he claims that the official translators are using machine translation as well to make their work. Might as well cut the middle man. Said like an asshole, I'll admit. I don't like this comment. It's the "I will leave official translations and I'll probably judge you if you avail them in my presence" crowd. They also call all official translations unironically "localization". Truly appalling, in my honest opinion.

My reply is if there is a way we can find a compromise. I didn't really want to leave official translations fully cause I know full well I will gravitate towards that thing back and then again. Of course, in r/KotakuinAction fashion, I got downvoted and the reply to that is that if I really wanted to make a difference then I should stop giving them money. I'm not gonna give Seven Seas a single centavo, that's for sure. The only ones I'll truly avail is Viz and Kodansha and Yen Press. That is still giving money to the evil English localizers but it's a sacrifice I am willing to make. Pretty sure the latest Viz series hasn't seen any of these mistranslations or open interpretations. Well, the latest that I know of being Dandadan so I have yet to see it.

IT'S SETTLED!!! I'M GONNA KEEP COLLECTING MANGA!!! FUCK WHAT THEY SAY!!! I LOVE READING AND I WILL JUST DO WHAT WORKS FOR ME!!!

Next comment makes a distinction between the good faith localization, where translating idioms to the nearest possible language (in this case English) and still makes sense and be accurate and bad localization where there's an idiom that has no equal translation to English then they initiate this bad faith injection of their own personal views. Seven Seas has lost me, to be honest. I wholeheartedly refuse to even get their series, pirate it even. Waste of space and time.

Next comment says that they wouldn't blame me for doing so. Made a claim that fan translations are superior and will always be. Got 8 upvotes. Of course they would prefer the fan translations, as predicted by that particular dude's blog I read a while back. Basically, the modern otaku should remember their roots. Roots being fan translations and scanlations and all that. Very inflammatory, I will say.

Made a reply to the reddit comment. Asked if it would be disingenuous. And I got 0 upvotes. Not negative though so that's a plus.

Next one asks if the one talking to him is the author or someone else? He would like the someone else to be as far away as possible.

I then asked him if he would consider that translated works as someone just telling you about the thing in general as disingenuous.

He said two things, first an analogy about pizza in a Chinese buffet. The "localizers" are looking to make a Chinese buffet with only pizza. I am most certain, that to this person, the Chinese buffet will always be the scanlation and fan translations. He will never call these localizations cause they're not shit, according to him. Very reductive.

But a good analogy. I find Seven Seas to be the pizza here. The Chinese buffet being the three I avail, Kodansha, Yen Press and Viz. Of course, if I say this then I'll be labeled and downvoted. Thankfully, I wouldn't have to handle that baggage.

Then the second thing is that he finds that translation is just how someone else would tell the thing to you as extremely disingenuous and to be honest I kinda agree with him. I would presume that this person would avail scanlations yet they are also a way for how the ideas are conveyed, that another person is going to be translating it and will be presented to the world. I just find that that is someone else telling me what the work in general. What I take from this comment is that we would both agree on the idea that learning Japanese is the best way to go here.

Alright, next comment is a dude saying that current translations are the only ones he refers to as "localization." He talks about games translation next and frankly I couldn't care less. I don't like JRPGs.

Next is the best two replies I agree with and is really very open. I'll just post them both here to preserve the context.

The first one is basically similar to my case-by-case basis approach. I have the time to read and will decide for myself.

The second dude says it all. Hoo-fucking-rah!

Then the last comment is talking about how localization is necessary to some degree. The kind of thing that gets you upvotes on r/animecirclejerk or something. Some dude replies that Japanese can't be translated one-on-one but that got replied with it can be. The last comment thread is a doozy.

So there's my thoughts on these ones.

Very fine.

Of course these are all sorted by best so the first ones are the most upvoted. Place is an echo chamber but has great takes. I wouldn't consider this a loss but thankfully I've gotten myself out before I fucking oof myself. Heh.

Interesting take my friend. Glad you got it all out.

Thanks.

Now, rest and be an individual. Make your own decisions. Besides, you aren't harming anyone.

I would like to get Lore Olympus.

Goddamnit!

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