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valeheartsdior · 4 months

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Heartless

Please I can’t live without you. Atleast that is what I told myself when i was lying outside his penthouse. I was laying there useless thinking how i was going to get through this. Why did he break my heart. He basically threw it down the drain he stepped on it, my delicate perfect heart, well it was perfect before you. You left it shattered I had to tape it with tape, that heavy duty tape. First month It took a huge toll on me, I couldn’t even get out of bed. We were together for 3 years, 3 long years… I was so depressed ending my life would have been the best decision at that time, thank god I didn’t. Second month it got better I still sat down in front of a window staring out wondering how it got to this.

“Lessandra are you ready yet?” Kayla screamed.

“Don’t you think it’s a little to tight Kay?” I said staring at the mirror

That night I decided you weren’t worth it. You weren’t worth my tears. Kay thought it was a good idea to take me out of course I was dreading it the whole night my wound was still healing. The thing about Kay was that when she went out we always ended up at these fancy clubs. The air smelled rich, the atmosphere was there I loved it. I finally got why Kay spent her time here. As soon as we walked in Kay got swooned by this tall handsome Asian man. Mental thought remind myself to ask her who that is and why he is grabbing her by the waist?

“Kenji this is Lessandra.” Kayla introduced

This man had some nerve. He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me closer to him. It made me gasp who was this man and why was he all touchy when we barley even met?

“Ah, Lessandra I’ve hear so much about you love.” He said with this rich british voice

I smiled “ You sure got some never, I’ve barley met you and you’re calling me love.”

Kenji smirked he reached out his hand “How about a dance love?”

I took Kenjis hand, it was a slow song, his cold long hand layed on the back of my back. The back of my dress was pretty much nonexistent the dress draped above my butt. It was honestly so breath taking it was black and long it had a slit on my left leg, it showed my long tan skinny legs. I loved elegance it was who I was I was a walking portrait and that is how I am going to view myself from now on. You can see but you can’t touch.

“MORE SHOTS FOR YOU MY BABY YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU RIGHT!” Kay screamed through the loud music

I giggled; It’s funny when Kay confessed her love for me I knew it was time to go home. Kenji was still here with us his eyes mostly set on Kay’s. Gosh I miss that, I miss having a pair of eyes on me watching my every step it was just more relaxing when you went out and drank.

“Kay I think it’s time to go home you’ve drank way to much.” Kenji and I exchanged a look.

“It’s true Kay I think it’s time for us to head home.”

She snorted that was never a good sign.

“Please Less! This is nothing compared to what you drank when Ju-“

That stung I knew she did not mean it but just reminding me of that one person who broke me in 3 seconds was enough for me to snap back to reality.

“Enough! Kayla please let’s just go home.” I sighed It was 2 AM.

“Ken will you call us an Uber please.” He nodded since when did I start calling him Ken?

“Kayla please just get some rest I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay?” Kenji stated

“As for you love it was nice meeting you I’m sure we will see each other often.” He smirked

I gave him a warm smile while I closed the Uber door. Interesting I thought is this Kayla’s guy “friend” she had been talking about? I hated when I was the babysitter but god knows how much Kay put up with me during all this time. I owed it to her, she kept me sane during these times she was my best friend.

I couldn’t sleep. I actually hadn’t been able to sleep in a while ever since that night. I shook that feeling off and decided to text my guy best friend that I got distant with him when everything happened. I used to think he liked me at one point but maybe I was just crazy.

LESS:

What are you doing. Are you awake? 2:05

WON:

I just got finish working out. What’s up? 2:08

LESS:

Can’t sleep. 2:08

WON:

Come over. We can find something to do. 2:10

Won always had an idea. He was an adventurer he hated wasted time. The day I met him he was scrawny with a few pimples. He was beautiful nonetheless he was so carefree of course his grades came first but he was always all over the place, I don’t know how he managed. I asked him for help during finals, he of course agreed and ever since that day we had become best friends.

As soon as I saw Won I knew this had been a good idea. Seeing his face always relaxed me being around him always made me feel safe. I hadn’t seen him in 5 months I just couldn’t bare being around others at the time expect Kay. I ran up to him and pulled him in for a hug. I held my arms around his neck, his scent was so soft and sweet he smelled as good as I remembered he pulled me in by the waist I needed this.

“I missed you Less.” He whispered

“Have you always been this soft woo” I giggled

He pulled back his face inches away from mine he scanned my face Won always made sure I was ok he knew how to read me and that is what scared me. I always had this barrier up why was it that with him he always jumped over it he always found a way to get in. We stood outside his apartment for about 5 minutes before he let me go. Nothing, he saw nothing because I had fought over whatever I had left whatever sadness, hate, anger I had in me it was just me, plain raw Lessandra. I was nervous he was making me nervous why.

“Common, we can watch a movie.” He interlocked his hand with mine

“Let’s watch ‘10 things I hate about you’!” I shouted

“Late gym session?”

I could see his pretty smile from the side. Won was always a good looking guy he took care of himself, when he was 21 he started taking the gym and his health serious. Five months ago when I last saw him I saw he chiseled arms and defined legs hell I needed him to train me!

“I, like you also couldn’t sleep it’s actually the second time I’ve been to the gym today.” He proudly said

“Hey! Sounds like you’re calling me out for not joining your cult at the gym.” I laughed

It felt like he was in cult he was always in that gym sometimes he went for three hours good for him he had trained himself like that maybe it was time for me to set it too.

We started watching the movie Won used my thighs as a pillow but I had this weird feeling. I was needy I need something I had this feeling ever since Kay’s friend was swaying his hips with mine. Fuck! I blame all that wine I had. My mind raced should I go to the bathroom splash my face or should I just keep sitting here rubbing my thighs together under the blanket. I excused myself I rushed to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. What the hell get it together it wasn’t the time or the place!

“Are you alright?” Won called out

Fuck no! “Mhm yes!” I squirmed

I opened the door he was standing against the door why was he looking so good all of the sudden; his hair messy from the way I was caressing it, he wore a black shirt that hugged his body so well and those damn glasses. Normally I wouldn’t pay much attention to what he was wearing or what he was doing but right now all I wanted to do was, oh god shut up less!

“It’s just the wine I had tonight” I said patting my cheeks

Dead giveaway.

He gave me a strange look but once again he interlocked hands with me and took me by the hand as if I was a little kid. Where was he taking me maybe he was kicking me out for being a drunk. No doubt it he loves me too much that would be crazy! We resumed the movie he knew me too well to know I wasn’t ok right now. Say it say you want me to sit on you say you want to fuck me right here right now. I’ll give him a few more minutes. What am I thinking this is my best friend for crying out loud. Was I really ready to move on?

“Less I can tell you’re not ok what’s up what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He says

I cover my face “I just had a little too much to drink, I I- I’m just pretty turned on right now”

I couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes. I know it was the alcohol talking this wasn’t me I would had never said that out loud. I felt a warm hand pulling me onto him. He sat me down on his lap I was wearing this thin silk pajama set I felt every muscle on his thigh I was wet already I couldn’t handle it I let a moan escape. I covered my mouth so quick.

“Oh my pretty girl you know I’ll do anything for you right? Ride my thigh.” He commanded

What the hell this isn’t happening is it? He grabbed my waist with both of his hands and started rocking my hips back and forth. Oh shit, how did we go from watching a movie to me riding his thigh. I felt my thong getting wetter and wetter by the second. This isn’t going to do.

“Woo we shouldn’t-“ I breathed out

I had my hand on his broad shoulders my fingernails dug into his black shirt why was his shirt still on? I pulled his shirt off I almost came when I saw his defined body even sitting down you could see his abs. I felt Woo’s hand behind my head he jerked me forward. He kissed me it felt so good like if I was floating away and he brought me back to earth. I pulled off my shorts leaving me in nothing but my undergarments I had to feel him better this time he made me straddle him. I felt his bulge underneath me it felt so good I moaned I’m pretty sure his neighbors heard me.

“Shh, Less you don’t want people to know how bad you want me” he joked

“Fuck I need you!” I moaned

He was is hands all over my body my ass burned from all the slaps he had given me. I was close I felt his fingers on my clit I moaned I threw my head back, once again he knew how to break my barrier my head foggy I pulled him in for a kiss. He inserted two fingers in and out in and out. I was so wet it was so easy for him to insert a third. I road his fingers I was so close he pulled away.

“Woo please” I begged

He layed me down on my back he took my undergarments off and left me there bare and exposed. Suddenly I felt self conscious I closed my legs only to feel his strong grip pull them apart he kissed my legs my thighs my core, my back arched I needed him inside me but I wasn’t ready for that just yet. He gave my core a long lick before he started eating me out my chest was going up and down from how amazing this felt I was in the clouds, I grabbed on to his hair his glasses now off.

“I’m close Woo please let me come!” I yelped

He hummed in response what the hell kind of response was that! That just made me rip apart I came in his face. Oh my gosh I came in my best friends face. Woo licked me clean, I was coming down my high we chilled on the couch for five minutes before he pulled me up and took me to the bathroom. I forgot he had his shirt off I was drooling I had to stop my nonsense I got what I wanted so why was I still left with his hole.

“Here shower I’ll bring you some clothes.” He said

“Thanks Woo” I said giving him a peck on the lips

He smiled weakly. I was playing with fire. I know I shouldn’t lead him on but I think he knows this was just for pleasure. I mean he had to know right? He didn’t say out of the ordinary when we were doing whatever you call this. I let the hot water hit me hit my back I let myself go tonight and I can’t do this again.

When I came out of the shower Woo was putting our clothes to wash, it was 3:45 in the morning and he still had the energy to do that. I walked up to him he just looked at me and smiled. That night we slept in different rooms I slept in the guest room and he slept in his room that’s the way he wanted it. He probably knew I wasn’t ready to sleep with someone in the same bed just yet and I appreciate him for that. I dozed off finally being to sleep.

JEON POV

JEON:

Less. Are you awake? 3:05

*DELETE*

JEON:

I miss you less. 3:06

*DELETE*

“I never meant to break your heart baby.” I cried out

I’m going to find a way to get you back I promise.

LESSANDRA POV

After the first year I was just like you. I hope you were proud of me, I became what you feared. A you with no emotion with no remorse for anyone or anything. I was so cold hearted, I played with everyone except I wasn’t stupid enough to give everyone I slept with a title. In that perspective I won.

- Authors note: More chapters to come soon! I’m back I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter !

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #fanfic #bts #bts fluff #bts angst #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader

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live-laugh-loverpool · 1 year

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Hey! I'm Ruby and I'm new here on Tumblr. I've known Becker and the Liver boys for years from watching the games a few years ago. Can I ask for a cool fanfic between Jurgen and Ali? Maybe something hurt/comfort, to start the year off right?

Glad to see a new Liverpool fan on here :) Here it is

New Year, Same Liverpool

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279

Warnings: OOC Mo, OOC Ali (though for a good reason)

Nobody ever listened to him.

Alisson smashed a bottle against his locker. The plastic canteen fell to the ground with a thunk that echoed around the locker room. He couldn’t care less.

Alisson was usually a quiet person, both on and off the pitch. He much preferred doing his job in the shadows than commanding everybody from the spotlight. He knew being vocal was important sometimes but it wasn’t for him, thank you very much.

Now he wished he was louder, scarier. He wished his teammates listened to him.

He’d sounded the alarm bells multiple times. He’d even taken to shouting, which hurt his throat, while organizing his teammates for setpieces. It was hopeless, because nobody ever took the time to consider if his words had merit to them. Nobody did—not Fabinho, not Van Dijk, not even Salah.

It was halftime.

They were 2-0 down at Brentford.

And for once in his life, Alisson Ramses Becker was mad.

He was mad at Van Dijk, who’d been nonexistent. At Nunez, for missing all those chances. At Konate, for scoring his own goal—even though Alisson knew he shouldn’t be.

One by one, the others bar Elliott, Tsimikas and Van Dijk filtered into the locker room. Alisson didn’t even want to face them, he was seething.

“Well…” Konate sighed. “That didn’t go as planned.”

You think? Alisson didn’t bother to say it.

Fabinho nodded. “We all played below our standards.”

He knew it was unlike him. But at this moment Alisson wanted nothing more than to smash his fist into Fabinho’s bald head.

We? There is no we. You played below standards. I saved your butts from being down by 6.

Salah shrugged, wrapping his towel around his shoulders. “Maybe you defenders should have listened to Virg. He’s the captain, after all.”

And where did THAT get us, Mohammed Salah? Alisson glared at the Egyptian, but he didn’t pay attention. As usual, nobody notices.

The bell rang, signaling that it was time for the second half. If Liverpool wasn’t goalless, Alisson would’ve sabotaged things so the match could stop.

Normally he would never think of doing that. But he was fed up with being ignored.

By some miracle, Alisson got his wish. Oxlaide-Chamberlain—of all people—halved the deficit with a header. Alisson prayed to every saint he knew for an equalizer, something to quell the foreign rage inside of him.

And then Brentford scored a third, right before the 90-minute mark.

This was getting ridiculous.

The final whistle couldn’t come soon enough for Alisson. He wasn’t even disappointed—just fuming at his teammates.

“What the hell, Van Dijk?!” he yelled at the Dutchman. Van Dijk, who’d been reading on his phone, nearly dropped it with surprise.

“Ali, do you have a fever or something?” Van Dijk scanned Alisson for anything suspicious. “Were you even talking to me?”

“Virgil Van Dijk, what the hell is that? What in the name of the devil do you call that? A performance?” he roared.

Van Dijk blinked in confusion. “I know we didn’t play well Ali, but—”

“WE?! The hell, there is no we! YOU played like absolute crap.”

Salah looked up from his phone. “That’s pretty accurate, actually.”

“Oh, don’t even get me started on you, Mo,” the goalkeeper seethed. “You were absolutely shambolic out there. Even Ox played better than you today.”

“Really?” Salah shot back. “I can count at least five balls Ox missed. You didn’t do much better either, Ali.”

The world seemed to screech to a halt around Alisson. “Excuse me?”

“You could’ve saved the third goal if you tried, easily. If you’d spoken up you could have organized the defense.” The Egyptian didn’t even flinch as he said this. “Ali, I know you hate criticism—”

“What are you talking about?” At least Keita was on Alisson’s side. He stepped out of the showers, glaring at Salah. “You messed your own chances up, Mo. Ali had nothing to do with it.”

“Mates, MATES!” Robertson yelled from the bench. “You know the gaffer wouldn’t like this.”

Alisson glared at the Scot so hard, he shivered in his shoes. “The boss should be proud of me. It’s about time I got mad at you all for the nonexistent protection you give me!”

He stared at Tsimikas and Matip. “You two are absolute jokes, just like Virg. When will we get actual players who care about the game? Me, Lucho, Robbo, Darwin, and Caoimhin are the only ones here who give an iota of a damn about our dignity.”

“Like father, like son,” Fabinho whispered to Elliott. Alisson wanted to shoot a laser through him.

“Are you okay?” Robertson had the sense to ask. “You don’t usually yell like this.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. As if switching off a light, all the rage drained from his soul. One by one Alisson’s heart sank as he registered all the things he’d said to his teammates.

“Ali?” A hand rested on his shoulder, and another on his head. He couldn’t tell who it was. “Are you okay?”

He’d run away to a broom closet. After a whole display of rage-induced self-confidence, he’d ran away and hid in a broom closet as usual. How pathetic.

“Ali! Are you here?”

Great. Alisson groaned, facepalming. They told the boss I’m missing, and they probably told him what I said, too. He’ll be so disappointed with me.

“Ali?” The door began to open. “Tell me if you’re in here or not.”

“Present,” he said weakly.

The door opened fully, letting in all the sounds and light in the stadium. Alisson could still hear the PA system blasting Brentford’s anthem “Hey Jude”, which had been written and performed by the Beatles.

How ironic.

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Klopp, taking a seat on a bucket. “I just want to say, Ali: those goals were not your fault.”

“Mo thinks so.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because nobody listens to me, even when I speak up,” Alisson admitted, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so maldito quiet all the time, nobody hears me out even when I have something important to say.”

Klopp pulled Alisson into his arms. “I know just how you feel. Back when I was playing I was pretty quiet as well. When I became player-manager it took a while for them to listen to my verdict on things.”

“If I was like Hendo,” said Alisson, muffled by the gray puffer jacket, “maybe they’d listen to me.”

“No, this has nothing to do with you,” Klopp insisted. “The other guys need to learn to take you seriously during the matches. Just because you’re quiet doesn’t mean you don’t have valuable input. You could do better than some of those referees when it comes to the rules.”

“So can I yell at Virg if he doesn’t listen to me?”

This made Klopp laugh. “No, you can’t. But I will be having a talk with the others about listening to you. Your input is important Ali, and it especially will be if we’re going to make the top-4 this season.” He groaned, clutching his leg in one hand. “Now let’s get out of here, huh? My old legs are getting cramped.”

Alisson suddenly realized that his legs were cramping, too. He really needed to find better hiding spaces than broom closets. “Yeah.”

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stuck-in-2012 · 9 months

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Upcomming fic teaser

Spider-man sat in his classic perch on the edge of the triskelion roof. It wasn’t a clear night, but any night without rain was a good one for the young hero. Like most nights, Peter let his mind wander. Completely spacing out the world slowed around him and faded to a gray in the back of his conscience.

‘ I’d say something like ‘looks like a crime free night’ but that’s one of those ‘say it and it immediately goes south’ kind of phrases. So I’ll go with ‘can’t wait to-’ mmm no that can be twisted, ‘I’m happy I-’, no, not that either. Ugh, how about ‘I hate putting in 20 minutes of work just for one sentence!’ ’

Spidey threw his arms up and lay flat against the roof looking up at the still clouds and blank night sky. In a small poof, familiar deep red and pale blue faces appeared next to him. Ah the classic shoulder pals.

A light and airy voice pipped in ‘the night is lovely’ hands held outstretched to the city ‘and there’s nothing wrong with appreciating it!’ and then a twirl in the air, hands held happily to the angel figure’s chest.

Sat cross legged with hand behind his head, the other, demonic, apparition shook its head ‘Murphy’s law, dude. Murphey’s law’ then sat up huffing a laugh ‘with you even things that can’t go wrong, will go wrong, just look at-’

‘Oh don’t you start’ light blue zooming over to the other and squabbling.

Peter sighed. ‘ Are those two ever helpful? Like come on! I get two voices to guide me through life and neither of them ever actually guide me.’ ’

‘You’re tellin’ me! They are adorable though, ya gotta admit that much.’

Peter sat bolt upright before leaping back into his iconic crouch and looked frantically around him. “Who? What? Wh- hello?” He stood and walked around a bit to check if anyone was hiding. There was no one else on the roof. He scrunched his brows before jerking at a thought. Checking his communicator and phone, they both were completely off. “Okay,” he drew out the word.

‘ A small poof before ‘Now you’re even going crazy.’

‘I am not!’ Peter argued as the floating being on his other shoulder defended him simultaneously. Turning the other way and speaking alone ‘Thank you’ he said earnestly.

‘But…’ the blue figure paused, anxious and confused.

‘Hehehe, ‘butt.’

Peter rolled his eyes at the immature joke, happy his mask could hide his efforts to keep in a small giggle, and continued listening to what the mini being was saying.

‘Where did that voice come from?’

‘Crazy’ the deep red figure drew out whispering slowly creeping closer to Spider-man’s head.

‘Ugh shoo!’ Peter waved a hand over one shoulder and turned to talk to the initial inquirer but found no pair of feathery wings. ‘Huh?! Ugh nothing in my life makes sense!’

‘Excellent segway!’

Peter whipped around more. There was no one there! Or was there…

‘ ‘It- its you, isn’t it? You’re usually quiet when I monologue…’ Peter stopped himself before going on another tangent. If the nonexistent figure he talked to -because he doesn’t talk to himself!- had something to say, he oughta listen, it’d listened to enough of his ramblings.

‘Ok, so, like, here’s what I don’t get;’

Peter flinched at the voice but settled quickly, eager to listen...

[To be continued?]

#usm #spider-man #shoulder angel #shoulder devil #fanfic #teaser #cliff hanger #fourth wall break

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chobit92 · 1 year

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House Of Wax: Homecoming Part Two

(Lester is driving along the road humming to himself. The truck seems to be running smoothly now and he smiles to himself as he thinks about the beautiful blonde that fixed it. He sighs. Bo’s probably got his hands on her by now. Shame. He rounds the bend and frowns as he sees a group of youngsters stood at the side of the road. They look a bit bruised and bloodied up. He then sees a car crushed against a tree and slows down. As he nears them he sees another car that looks in worse shape than the other one. One of the girls waves him down and he stops. The girl walks to his window and he opens the door getting out.).

Lester: Hey there. You had an accident?

Chelsea: Not exactly an accident. This idiot was speeding and ran us off the road.

Zack: I’ve said I was sorry.

Chelsea: My phones smashed and they can’t get a signal on theirs. It’s a bit patchy.

Lester: Yeah. Not good reception out here. Your car totalled?

Chelsea: Yeah I think so. His too.

Lester: Well...I could give you a lift.

(Whitney glances at Chelsea then looks at Lester. She looks uncomfortable.).

Whitney: Thanks but we’re okay.

Lester: Well you don’t want to stay out here do yah?

Chelsea: I’m sure we’ll get a signal somewhere. We can call triple a.

Zack: He needs an ambulance.

(Brady is sat on the floor bleeding from his head.).

Lester: Well there’s a phone down in Ambrose.

Gus: Ambrose?

Lester: About five miles down the road.

Chelsea: Um...

Gus: Okay. We’ll head there then.

Lester: Well I can give you a ride.

Chelsea: How are we all gonna fit?

Lester: Just hop in the back.

Zack: Hop in the back?

Gus: Come on we need to get to a phone. Help me lift him up.

(Zack and Gus lift Brady up off of the floor and carry him to the back of Lester’s truck. They lie him down before jumping in. The two girls get in the cab and Lester gets back in the driver’s seat. He then turns around and heads back to Ambrose.).

(Bo is walking around the streets of Ambrose. He’s looked in the bowling alley and the movie theatre. He even checked the church but there’s no sign of the beautiful blonde. Perhaps Vincent found her first. He hopes not, he will be disappointed. He is walking around the houses now then he emerges back onto the street by the electrical store. He glances up and down the street and stands there staring as he sees the beautiful blonde stood outside the church. He starts walking up the street towards her. He wonders where she was, she wasn’t at the church a little while ago and she wasn’t in her RV either. He reaches the church and smiles at her. She stares at him and takes a drag of a cigarette. He notices her top is ripped at the top so that her breasts are even more exposed.).

Bo: Hey there.

Mara: What do you want?

Bo: Uh-

Mara: What? Nothing? Hm.

Bo: Just thought I’d say hello.

Mara: Well...Hello.

(He grins. She smiles back.).

Mara: You scrub up well.

Bo: I’m sorry?

Mara: I see you earlier. Sneaking out of that gas station in your overalls. Late night or early morning?

(He laughs and shakes his head.).

Bo: Something like that. Yeah.

(She takes another drag of her cigarette.).

Bo: So...You camping?

Mara: Nope.

Bo: Well that’s your RV ain’t it?

Mara: Might be.

Bo: Right.

(He takes out a cigarette and lights it.).

Bo: You got a name?

Mara: Haven’t we all?

(She stares at him frowning.).

Bo: Alright. You be like that.

Mara: Like what?

Bo: So you broken down or what?

Mara: Nope.

Bo: You lost then?

Mara: Nope.

Bo: Well what then?

Mara: Why do you assume I’m some damsel in distress? What I’m a woman on her own in the middle of nowhere so I must need help?

Bo: No.

(She smiles.).

Mara: Bit empty round here isn’t it?

Bo: Well it’s always been a small town.

Mara: Small? Try nonexistent.

(Mara suddenly looks down the street frowning.).

Mara: Ah.

(Bo turns his head and sees a group of youngsters walking into view at the end of the street.).

Mara: Now they...Look like they could use some help.

(She smiles at him and tosses her cigarette butt before walking off. Bo finishes his cigarette and walks after her.).

Bo: Where are you going?

Mara: I have things to do. Change my top for one.

Bo: What happened to it?

Mara: I got into a bit of a scuffle.

(She smiles at him then turns and opens the door to her RV before stepping inside. The group of youngsters have reached him and he turns to them as they all start talking at once.).

Bo: Whoa whoa slow down. What can I help you with?

Chelsea: This idiot run me off the road. We need a phone.

Zack: My friends bleeding pretty bad.

Bo: Sure. I got a phone up at the house. This way.

(Bo starts walking up the road. The group follow him. He turns and looks back at the RV. The beautiful blonde is staring at him from the window. He sighs and carries on walking. It’s turning out to be a busy day.).

(Mara is sat in the RV eating some crisps. She looks out of the window up the road but it is deserted. She hasn’t seen the group of youngsters since they went up the road. She frowns and gets up. She looks down at her ripped top and sighs. Then she smiles to herself shaking her head. She opens the door to the loo and sighs looking down at the port-a-potty. She does miss running water. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to leave. She could go back. She still owns the house in Montana. It was nice there but...Since her adoptive mother died she has nothing left there. Not really. She sometimes didn’t like the woman anyway, they had a difficult relationship at times. Still it could have been worse she supposes. She could have been left alone or in some shitty foster home when her mother died. She sighs and shakes her head. She’s been thinking about the past a lot lately. She goes into the toilet and shower cubicle and sits down on the potty. She takes a piss and gets up closing the lid again. She’ll have to empty it again later. She steps out of the cubicle and closes the door. She takes out a wet wipe and rubs her hands with it before throwing it into a carrier bag with the crisp packet. She opens her suitcase and takes out another black top. She changes into it before putting her leather jacket back on. She then takes out a bottle of water and takes a sip. There is a loud thud from the back of the RV and she turns putting the bottle of water down. She walks to the back of the RV and looks down at a large metal storage box. The box has a padlock on it. Another thump sounds from inside and she kicks it.).

Mara: Shut up.

(She then goes back to the window and glances up the road again. She then gets in the driver’s seat and starts the engine. She drives up the road and passes the wax museum. She rounds a bend and a house comes into view. The lights are on inside and she sees two of the boys from earlier stood outside smoking. She drives on a bit further and pulls the RV over next to a high fence. There is a large tree on the other side and some bushes. She switches off the engine and gets out. She looks around and locks the door before walking back down the road. The two boys look over at her.).

Zack: Hey!

Gus: Hey beautiful.

Mara: Your friends alright then?

Zack: What?

Mara: Your friend. The one that you were propping up earlier. You don’t seem that worried now so I guess he’s alright.

Zack: He’s got a concussion we think. He’s having a lie down.

Mara: I see.

Gus: Think I’d like to lie down. With you.

Mara: Hm! You will be lying down if you try. In a grave.

(Zack laughs. She turns and walks off shaking her head. What is it with guys? She reaches the main street and walks over to the convenience store. She tries the door but it’s locked. She looks through the window and frowns. The inside of the store is filthy. She even sees a rat scurry across the floor and disappear under a shelving unit. It doesn’t look like anyone’s been in the store for years. She frowns then sighs. She turns and walks up the road to the church. She goes inside and walks to the front. She looks down at the open casket. She then goes and sits down on one of the pews. She sighs and rubs her head. She’s got a headache coming on.).

(Bo pulls up outside the abandoned sugar mill in the two truck. He has just finished towing the two cars that the group of youngsters were driving. He gets out and takes his cap off wiping the sweat from his brow. He frowns as he sees a Mercedes parked in the trees. It wasn’t there earlier. He walks over to it taking out a knife. The car is empty. He frowns again then hears a twig snap in the trees. He moves away from the car and hides behind a bush. A man appears seconds later. He is holding a phone and glaring at the screen. He is well dressed and his hair glistens from the use of far too much gel. Bo frowns again and tightens his grip on the knife.).

(Travis pulls into the trees and crawls along the dirt road. He glances at Jay in the passenger seat.).

Travis: You sure he wanted to meet us here?

Jay: That’s what he said.

Travis: Why here?

Jay: You know Ivan. He likes to be far away from anywhere when shit goes down. Less for the cops to find then.

Travis: I suppose so. But still...Making us drive all the way out here. Don’t even know where here is.

Jay: Exactly.

(A large abandoned building comes into view along with a Mercedes.).

Travis: Here we are. Right let’s get this done.

(They get out of the car and walk over to the Mercedes. Ivan comes into view along with his two associates Vlad and Ravi. Ivan is pointing a gun at a man on the floor. The man has a bloody nose and a cut on his head.).

Travis: Yo Ivan.

Ivan: Evening gentlemen.

Travis: What’s this?

Ivan: This man tried to stab me. He will soon regret his actions. Don’t worry.

(Jay looks a little scared.).

Ivan: Get him on his feet. We’re bringing him with us.

(Vlad and Ravi grab the man and tie his wrists before hauling him up and shoving him into the boot of the Mercedes.).

Travis: What are you going to do with him?

Ivan: You don’t need to worry about that. Now did you bring what I asked for?

Travis: Yes boss.

Ivan: Well...Go and get it then.

(Travis goes to his car boot and opens it. He lifts a woman out of the boot. She is brunette and scantily clad. Her mouth is taped shut and Travis drags her over to Ivan. Ivan grabs her by the jaw and runs his fingers over her cheek.).

Ivan: Hello Natasha. Thought you could run away from me didn’t you?

(Natasha is crying and she lets out a muffled cry.).

Ivan: Sssh. Sssh. It’s alright. It’s all going to be alright.

(Suddenly Ivan grabs Natasha around the neck with both hands. He then starts to choke her. Travis and Jay stand there awkwardly. Vlad and Ravi stand there looking like they haven’t a care in the world. It takes several minutes for Natasha to die. Travis thinks she’s never going to die until she slumps to the floor. Ivan now has several scratches on his face from Natasha’s nails. Ivan walks back to his Mercedes.).

Travis: What should we do with her?

Ivan: Whatever you like. She’s no use to me anymore.

(Travis glances at Jay who shrugs. Travis then drags Natasha’s body to the boot of his car before hauling her inside. He slams the boot shut.).

Travis: What now?

(Ivan glances towards his boot. They can hear the man banging around inside.).

Ivan: I want to know where he came from. What he was doing up here.

Travis: Why?

Ivan: I don’t like loose ends. Perhaps he isn’t the only one up here. Perhaps he told someone where he was going and they are expecting them back. I don’t want anyone to come looking and I don’t want witnesses.

Travis: Right. But there aren’t any witnesses Ivan. We are in the middle of nowhere.

Ivan: Yes. But then what was he doing here?

Travis: I don’t know.

Ivan: You know I read that there used to be a town up here somewhere. It’s been abandoned for years but perhaps some people are still living out here in the wilderness. You hear things like that all the time don’t you? People living off the grid.

Travis: I guess. So you think there’s still some people living around here?

Ivan: Perhaps. Like I said I don’t like leaving loose ends. We best be sure that we clean up all of our mess before we head to Baton Rouge to meet with Mr Schmidt.

(Travis nods and gets back into his car with Jay. Ivan, Ravi and Vlad get into his Mercedes. Ivan starts his car and drives off. Travis follows him.).

Jay: I don’t like this man. We did what we came to do yeah?

Travis: You heard the boss.

Jay: I know but-

Travis: But nothing man.

Jay: I still don’t get why he made us come all the way out here just so he could kill some hooker.

Travis: She isn’t some hooker. She’s one of his purchases.

Jay: Purchases?

Travis: You know. From Mr Schmidt.

Jay: So what we’re trafficking now?

Travis: We aren’t. But he is. Who the fuck did you think he was?

Jay: I don’t know. Just a drug dealer or something.

(Travis laughs.).

Travis: You are unbelievable. Ivan is into everything. Not just trafficking and drugs.

Jay: Right.

Travis: Don’t tell me. You are suddenly growing a conscience?

Jay: Nah. I mean I get paid good so...

Travis: Well shut up then.

(They drive on for several more minutes following Ivan’s Mercedes.).

Travis: Is he sure there used to be a town out here?

Jay: Well he said used to be. Maybe it ain’t there anymore.

Travis: Maybe.

(Chelsea and Whitney are walking around Ambrose. They go into the church and look around.).

Chelsea: Well it doesn’t look like anyone else is here.

Whitney: I don’t know. There was that girl earlier.

Chelsea: Yeah. But I don’t think she lives here. I don’t think anyone lives here Whit.

Whitney: This place is weird. It’s like a...Wax town. I’ve never seen a place like this.

Chelsea: I know. Maybe it was an attraction years ago. You know how it is. Someone gets a business idea and everyone loves it but sooner or later they stop coming and the business fails.

Whitney: Yeah I guess. Still it’s creepy how the place has just been left like this.

Chelsea: Yeah. It is. I wonder where those idiots got to.

Whitney: I don’t know. Maybe they left.

Chelsea: Dickheads.

(They leave the church and walk back up the road. Suddenly two of the guys from earlier come running down the road. One of them has blood on his shirt and his hands.).

Gus: Hey!

(Chelsea and Whitney back off.).

Zack: We need to get the fuck out of here.

Chelsea: What?

Gus: Brady’s dead.

Whitney: What? What do you mean he’s dead?

Gus: I mean he’s dead! There’s some guy...He...

Zack: Brady went to check out the wax museum and he didn’t come back so we went looking for him. He’d been stabbed. Then this guy comes out of nowhere and tries to stab me.

Gus: I hit him. I think I knocked him out. We need to call the cops.

Chelsea: My phones smashed.

(Whitney rummages in her pockets then she sighs.).

Whitney: My phones in the car. It was on charge.

Chelsea: Well where’s your phone?

Zack: Mines in the car. I don’t know where Brady’s is he didn’t have it on him when we found him.

Gus: Mines dead.

Chelsea: Of course. So we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere without a phone and we’re in danger. Great. Like the start of every bad horror movie.

Whitney: We don’t know that we’re in danger. These guys could be making this shit up. Trying to scare us. Some bullshit prank.

Zack: Are you serious?

(He holds his shirt.).

Zack: Does this look like a fucking prank? Brady is dead!

Chelsea: Okay. So what do we do?

Gus: We get the fuck out of here. Get the cops that’s what.

Chelsea: Okay. How? Both of our vehicles are totalled.

Gus: What about that chick with the RV?

Whitney: Haven’t seen her.

Zack: Her RV was parked up here.

(They start walking back up the road and emerge onto the main street.).

Chelsea: Well her RV ain’t here now. Maybe she left.

(Zack sighs.).

Whitney: That guy from earlier he called the cops and said he’s called triple a.

Gus: I reckon he was full of shit. I tried the phone up at the house and it was dead. He weren’t talking to no one.

Chelsea: Oh my God.

(Two cars suddenly appear driving down the next street.).

Chelsea: Maybe they can help us.

(Chelsea starts walking and the others follow her.).

(Mara has just headed back to the RV. She is walking through the trees when she hears a gunshot and a girl scream. She stops and crouches down listening. She peers around the RV and watches as she sees the two girls and two guys from earlier being led by three men with guns. She frowns. She then sees the guy from the gas station, tied up, with a bloody nose.).

Mara: What the fuck?

(She watches them go inside the house. She stands up and walks along the side of the RV. She looks up at the house. She then hears another gunshot. What the hell is going on? She unlocks the RV and goes inside. She opens the glove compartment and takes out a Smith and Wesson revolver. She then takes out some .357 rounds and pockets them. She checks the gun is fully loaded before shoving it into her handbag. She then takes out a hunting knife and secures it to her thigh with the strap. There is a thump from the back of the RV.).

Mara: Shut up. I’ll deal with you later.

(She leaves the RV and locks the door again. She frowns as she sees two men leading the man whose truck broke down this morning. They also go into the house. She sighs and looks down at the black dress she has changed into. Damnit. Just when her evening was going so well.).

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alyszaen · 1 year

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HEYOO ITS (used to be shy + silent reader but i had an avatar change cause why not) DELLA

anyhow this is regarding the pists i read on ur pahe. Aly, please dont listen to them, you’re amazing at what you do and i love the way you write write beautifully and pirtray emotions and know exactly what will happen and its so smooth

I actually got to know you through your yang jeongin frabble and like i (burst out) kind of cried, from there i started reading your angst drabbles like ‘damn you should uosd more fics like woah’ and then i saw i could message you but im a coward (😅🫶🏼)

Then I got to know you write for Aprk Ichi and that got me more interested

YOU HAVE NO IDEA ON HOW MANY TKMES I OPENE YOUR PAGE HOPING DOODLE WAS TELEASED cause curcle yraingle square left me heartbroken

BUTT 🍑

My point is, it’s understandable to feel sad due to a hate ckmmenter. A boat only sinks when eater comes in, and you will feel sad if you mund some jobless hater out there

Also personal message to the hater, like dude how do you have yhe time to read all if her fics, re read it to find the nonexistent mistakes and then have time to create a blog and post it on her list? Like bro i can literally see ur poor jealous face cause shes earni g more than u ever have and will

Aly, il this is random and i don’t usually comment but i cant see one of my fave writers sad, so ih ore the jobless monkeys and focus on the things you have (me and skz ofc along with minnie anon)

Moral of the story is… im always there to support you, though I never show if, and I am sorry for that, but please don’t feel demotivated just cause kf one hater, ilysm and i hope you know that people wait for your updates like crazy

HEYA

That avatar >>>

Ahhhh I really love my angst drabbles honestly! I think the emotions come across well in them. So it's even nicer to hear that it actually made you cry (even if that sounds a little evil on my end lol).

Nah because Chichi is my CHILD. SHE IS MY DAUGHTER AND I WILL PROTECT HER WITH MY LIFE! Also if it helps you, Chiskz themselves had no idea how and when I was going to finish the trilogy haha. I was being really secretive hehehe

The butt had me giggling. We stan a butt. Lino would approve.

Ahhh you're right. I am really trying not to let it get to me. Usually single messages like that don't, but it was so many hate-comments just today. I think it kind of overwhelmed me honestly. I am doing better now, though. <3

Genuinely thanks for sending this. It means a lot to be reminded of the sweet people I have around. <3

#mail4aly

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robbiemd · 2 years

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The Living Alone Vortex

For the past few days, I find it entertaining to watch ‘living alone’ videos on Youtube. These are videos that usually show tailored clips of a person’s everyday life mostly including, but not limited to, working out, cooking, watching TV, doing laundry, groceries, etc. The uncanny trend was started with Koreans, if I’m not mistaken, and I’m not going to deny that I, as well, have thought of joining this bandwagon that is fondly appreciated by kids nowadays. But, nah. Even before I did, I’ve already thought beforehand that I’d have little to no time filming and editing clips. I don’t want to have my days off being spent in a quicksand of editing. Twenty four hours ain’t enough for a day.

Like seriously. It sometimes crosses my mind if there’s any way to decrease the rate of the earth’s axial rotation so we’d come up with longer hours to do our things accordingly and have a little more time for ourselves. But that’s how the universe is meant to tell us ‘f*** you, deal with it, you puny peasant!’

And then, in the middle of these dubiously mundane thoughts about striking the Earth with thousands of kilotons of nuclear energy to slow its rotation, I sometimes find tranquility. A sea so peaceful that it made me take the wok (gifted by Ez-chan) out and toss some rice in. I had groceries from Marketplace delivered to my doorstep by Grab the other night so I included chorizo in my bag to go together with my egg fried rice. The Vigan longganisa was a bargain that Ez-chan bagged from Farinas Ilocos Empanadas via FoodPanda. Mix ’em altogether in a bowl, together with sukang Iloko or pinakurat, and you can die happy.

As a highly introverted demigod, I was baptized with a little to an almost nonexistent self-esteem. It could sometimes reach abysmal values at some point. I have thought endlessly of producing videos and uploading them online but I always get to the same, exact point ultimately—it’s always better when I just write these thoughts up.

So, here we are, lurking in the shadows and the thick canopy of my abode. It’s always better this way. For people like me who’s incessant in enjoying solitude, living alone is the dream. I meant, THE DREAM. Now I made a mess of my finances and hauled another budol buy from the latest 7.7 Shopee sale. Thank you, Ez-chan for fueling my desire of spending money on things that make me happy. Hehehehe.

Nespresso Essenza Mini for the lazy people who already got an espresso machine at home but prefers espresso to be made A LOT easier.

Butt cheek latte art.

http://robbiemd.wordpress.com July 16, 2022 Quezon City, PH

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Fake Boyfriend (book 2): Trick Play by Eden Finley

MATT

Want to know the fastest way to get screwed out of a football career? Get photographed in a compromising position in a gay bar. Yep, welcome to my life.

My agent says he can fix my image. He wants me to become the poster boy for gay football players. Me? I just want back on the field. I’ll do anything to play for the NFL again, even pretend to have a steady boyfriend. If only my fake boyfriend wasn’t Noah Huntington III—the most arrogant, entitled rich guy in the world.

NOAH

Pretend to be Matt Jackson’s boyfriend, my best friend said. It’ll be fun, he said. What Damon neglected to mention is Matt is surly and bitter. Being his boyfriend is a job in itself. From his paranoia over being constantly photographed to his aversion to PDA, being with Matt isn’t the care-free fake relationship I expected when I signed on to do this.

It’s supposed to be a win-win. I get to stick it to my politician dad who thinks no one is good enough for the Huntington name, and Matt’s reputation of being the bad boy of football dies.

What I don’t expect is to start caring for the guy. That’s not part of the plan. Then again, neither is fooling around with him on my private jet.

Oops.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39863941-trick-play

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January 27, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

Matt has a bit of a problem. After getting photographed in a compromised position at a club, the whole world knows he is gay. Not the way he ever imagined being outed. And on top of that, any contract that may have been coming his way for his football career is nonexistent. Lucky for him he has a new agent with plan. Damon asks his friend Noah for a huge favor. Be the fake boyfriend of his new client. And Noah for his own reasons (aka pissing off his dad for one) agrees. But faking a relationship is easier said than done. Matt is surly to the max and they butt heads right away. However, with some real talk and giving into their attraction, things take a different turn. Neither are looking to fall in love. They have a rule against it. But that still won't stop it from happening. Too bad there will be other complications in the way as well. Gotta love Matt and Noah! They were a fun couple. Total opposites in so many ways, but at the same time the two of them actually understand one another in ways that others don't. Really loved their story and I'm looking forward to the next ones in this series!

#book #books #i love books #my review #book review #fake boyfriend #trick play #eden finley

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 2 years

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Miscellaneous Power Trick bits and pieces. This is mostly a series of unrelated conversations.

You know the drill and so do I. (Read: placeholders, notes, and writing without context ahead.)

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“You’re not going to take pity on your poor brother? Even after your vicious cat mauled him?”

“You’re being dramatic.” / “Which is exactly the problem. If you’d just give Lady her medicine without making a production of it, you wouldn’t get scratched.”

“I medicate her exactly the way you do. Sneezy just has a vendetta against me.”

“Maybe it’s because you keep making fun of her condition.”

“She’s a cat who’s allergic to humans. You expect me to ignore that? Who do you take me for?”

“You’re Emmet.” / “And, somehow, we love you in spite of it.”

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“Are you guys going on the mission to retrieve Helmut’s body? Lizzie was talking about how they needed a cryokinetic and--”

“No.” Emmet said immediately, “We’re not. Nobody fills out the mandatory requisition forms if we’re not here to enforce the rules.”

“Plus, it would be a good experience for Agent [Natividad?]; it’s a rare opportunity to see field work in such a secure environment, and I suspect she would… resent our presence.”

“That’s not why you’re staying back, is it?”

“No. I will repeat. Nobody takes the transportation department seriously.”

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[something re: twin switch nonsense]

“Hm. No. It’s no fair if we can’t give a decisive answer.”

“Huh?”

“We’ve been playing that joke since we were verrrry small. We may have become the butt of it.”

“All that’s to say that, technically, I may be Emmet, and he may be Ingo. We have no idea which of us started out as which; it was just easier to pick and be done with it.”

“It balances out. Ingo is older, but Emmet comes first alphabetically.”

---

“Wellllll...” Emmet drawled, and though Raz couldn’t tell what shifted between the two, he was sure there was something. Palm turned upward, instead, Emmet pointed to the sky, causing the water to jump in a choppy, unnatural splash.

“But.. hang on.” / “If you’re hydrokinetic, too, why’d you [comic book reference]?”

There was a stifled laugh to the side, though any physical evidence of amusement was nonexistent when Raz looked. “Yes, Emmet, tell me, why did you do that?”

Emmet balled his hand into a fist, and the water [falteringly] loomed over Ingo; without looking back, he waved it away. As an apology-- or, perhaps, a concession-- he flicked his wrist and pointed to the ground, where a small bubble of fire sparked to life.

Raz felt his brows furrow as he considered the relatively feeble displays.

“On paper,” Ingo began, smothering the fire and crossing the distance between himself and his twin, “Our [specialty] is electrokinesis. That is because we specialize in a skill called duality, which is not so easily defined. Many psychics use it a grounding technique or in the pursuit of self improvement.”

“We do not.” In unison, they swapped gestures, and whatever had changed before went back to normal.

“Truth be told, Emmet and I are both capable of performing pyrokinesis and hydrokinesis, but we lend each other our ability to do so through duality.”

“I give Ingo my ability to use hydrokinesis and his becomes stronger. He gives me his pyrokinesis. My abilities are enhanced. Give and take. A winning combination!”

“So it’s like… letting someone borrow your psychic power.” / “I’ve done that before! Or. Well, someone’s done it for me, so I could beat up some nasty [idk].”

The twins blinked at him in perfect unison. Though their expressions didn’t betray it, Raz took that to be surprise.

“Verrrrry interesting.” Emmet said, affectation flat.

Slowly, Ingo inclined his head, “That’s… also a [viable] application. It’s not nearly as sustainable, however, and I can only recommend that track if there’s no other viable option. No, what we do is on a much smaller scale, and can be maintained indefinitely.”

“You guys are doing that all the time? Don’t you get, y’know, tired?”

“Do your mental defenses drain you?” Ingo asked, humoring him.

Raz shook his head.

“That’s because it’s a subconscious act. This is an ability we’ve exercised for quite some time, Agent Aquato-- long enough that it, too, has become routine.”

---

“Do you happen to remember our conversation about duality?”

With a badly hidden air of anticipation, Raz said, “Yeah…?”

“Duality, in its intended application, is a skill often employed by telepaths. I’m unsure if you’ve experienced it, but if one spends too much time outside of their body, they become prone to dissociation. If you apply duality in such a situation, it helps to sort out foreign thoughts or find mental stowaways.”

“Don’t Censors already do that?”

“Censors cannot be controlled. They dispose of what they see with no regard for [priorities]. Duality allows you to prioritize a problem.”

[...]

“I think-- yeah. I think that’s happened to me before. Sometimes it gets all fuzzy and I think I’m someone else.”

The twins shot each other a wry look.

“That happens.” / “We’ve been informed that you visited a great number of stations over a comparatively short commute. Was that when this occurred?”

Raz nodded, “In Edgar’s mind. He taught me confusion, though, so I thought maybe it was just… y’know, normal for him?”

“Edgar…?” / “I don’t believe we have any Edgars on staff at the moment. If this was an untrained teacher, that may very well have been the case.”

“He’s, uh. Yeah. Let’s go with untrained.”

“We will revisit confusion.” / “It is not a standard issue psychic power. However, it is important to have a proper handle on your abilities. Safety first!”

“Are there any other powers you learned in an informal setting?”

“...does it count if one of the Psychic Six taught me?”

“We will allow it.”

“Then just clairvoyance and shield.”

[...]

“Is clairvoyance another one of those powers that makes you go all,” He wiggled his fingers without concluding the question.

“It can be, especially if you weren’t taught the basics. Did you want to discuss it further?”

“Well I was in this whale’s head once […]”

[‘Yeah, that sounds right’/Raz concludes with admitting that he just thought it was him going loopy in the Rhombus of Ruin again.]

The [adj] atmosphere all but evaporated, along with any ambient moisture in [the area]. Though the brothers were silent, impassive, they were clearly in some kind of heated mental debate.

“That is enough.” Emmet eventually said, aloud, locking his arm with his twin’s.

“Why… why were you anywhere near that station?” Ingo asked, ignoring the declaration.

[Raz tentatively starts, thinking it might calm whatever just started. Is interrupted.]

“No. We will not be continuing on this track.”

[...]

“No, it’s okay! I can help!”

“Respectfully, Razputin,” / “It’s neither your responsibility nor your place. We understand that you’ve helped a great many people, some of them even colleagues, but you’re failing to see the distinction.”

“They were lacking a support system. We do not. Support is our system.”

[...]

“You are familiar with outpost Charlie Psycho Delta.”

[nods]

“We were not on staff when it was established. But we were stationed at the base prior to its [decommission?].”

“Just prior to its [decommission]. We were there for two months before the entire [outpost] was deemed too hazardous to warrant pouring resources into. In part, our station there was one of convenience; many agents were assigned to, and then requested transfer from Charlie Psycho Delta, so it was common sense to have someone from the transportation department on hand.”

“We were also meant to remove the train. Sunken boats and aircraft could be explained. A boxcar was more difficult to justify.”

“Yeah, I was wondering about that...” [Raz]

“We did not remain there long enough to plan an extraction. Together, we were able to withstand the psilirium’s effects better than our coworkers. It was still uncomfortable.”

“We’re used to enclosed spaces, but the outpost was built by minds under constant exposure to a psychoreactive substance. The safety measures weren’t up to code and the contingencies were incomplete--”

“They had to remind employees not to consume an active psychohazard.”

“--even without taking the psilirium into account, it was a disaster waiting to happen.”

“As a hydrokinetic, being the final fail safe also made Ingo uneasy.” Emmet said for his twin, seemingly unable to resist getting a light jab in.

“And Emmet had a tendency to start sparks when he got excited, or upset, or stressed. It wasn’t an ideal situation for any of the parties involved.” They spent a second staring at one another, daring the other to either escalate or back down. Ingo sighed.

“Even though it wasn’t our responsibility anymore, the boxcar became a personal project. When work permitted, and we were mentally able, we would requisition use of a research vessel and try to decide how best to remove it from the psilirium deposit.”

“Okay, but why? Your introductory issue explained that Truman recruited you guys as conductors, so do you just like trains that much?”

“We mistakenly teleported the train there.” Emmet declared, unabashed. “It was only right that we remove it.”

“You-- wait.” / “A whole train? You accidentally teleported an entire train?”

“There was a mechanical failure. To pool information, I attempted to teleport to Ingo. He attempted to teleport to me. We are still unsure where the Rhombus of Ruin factors in.”

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petnews2day · 1 year

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"A Tiny Piece Of Masking Tape Over A Coworker's Mouse Laser": 35 People Share Genius Yet Harmless Ways To Prank Others

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"A Tiny Piece Of Masking Tape Over A Coworker's Mouse Laser": 35 People Share Genius Yet Harmless Ways To Prank Others

If there’s something we’ve learned from the holy grail of television, aka The Office (except from everything about life, work, love and so on!), it’s that a little trick and a tiny troll here and there do no harm. Hands up, everyone who remembers the prank on Dwight’s tape recorder!

Real life is no exception. To make our mundane reality a little more adventurous and somewhat hilarious, people come up with the most ingenious little ways to mess with others. “What are some harmless ways to [mess] with people?” someone asked on Ask Reddit, and oh boy, Pandora’s box was opened.

Read on below for the best responses, and please, don’t try this at home! Or try at your own risk, which should be not only minimal, but basically nonexistent.

My grandpa does this thing where he stops in the busy street and starts staring into the sky as if he’s seen something amazing. It doesn’t take long for other people to stop and stare too, once he’s reaches critical mass he quietly slips away chuckling to himself.

Edit, he’s in his 90’s now but when he was a teenager he was a bit of a young tearaway and had a pet monkey, which is weird considering this was the UK.

Edit 2: holy c**p this blew up overnight. And on my cake day too!

broken-neurons , RODNAE Productions Report

Every other week or so I’d change which side my coworker’s drill’s belt clip was on, 2 screws and 30 seconds for a maddening payout. Idk if he ever caught on, as he sadly passed away last year.

I got a huge kick out of doing it though. Might bring that one back as most of us share the same brand of drill.

He got a great one on me. Every day or two he’d hide a Magic the Gathering card in my toolbox, never the same spot twice. Genuinely made me mad when I’d pick something up only to see another card hidden beneath. Eventually I had enough cards to completely cover his locker door inner and outer, he never took them off. Even cut out cards to fit the vents on the locker. I spent a good hour or two on my day off making it. Proud of that one.

RIP Chris. Pranks haven’t been the same since you left. Your locker still remains covered in Magic cards and nobody has questioned it to this day.

fun_police911 Report

Buy a set of “Voice Activated” or “Motion Activated” stickers from Amazon, and the possibilities are endless

beam_me_up_MFer , amazon Report

Senior prank at my high school a few years ago, they let 3 chickens lose: numbered 1, 2, and 4.

School took forever looking for the 3rd chicken

oat53 , James Wainscoat Report

Occasionally I get Christmas cards sent to my address meant for the previous homeowners, wrong address etc. I take these cards and mail them to my friends and family with their correct names and addresses etc and with their return address. I can imagine them sitting around their table scratching their heads wondering who the hell the O’Reilly family is, in a family picture all dressed up in their Christmas garb sending them a Christmas card. A couple times I than learned that the next year out of courtesy, my relatives would then send the unknown family a Christmas card from them, and than that family is like who the hell are these people.

drgloryboy Report

I put a tiny piece of masking tape over my co-worker’s mouse laser on April fool’s day one year, wrote “April fool’s” on it. He troubleshot every single thing except examining the mouse. He eventually called IT who simply turned the mouse over and pointed it out to him.

Swedish-Butt-Whistle , Charles Williams Report

My grandpa glued a quarter to his driveway near the sidewalk and sits in his living room and watches people try to pick it up. I didn’t know this till I found a quarter in the driveway one time.

LongDogWrinkleBits , DC Lies Report

When in an elavator with strangers (or just walking thru a lobby) casually look down and say “oh wow they really did a good job getting the blood out”.

Sydroky Report

I do this every so often because it’s kind of a game to me to see how long I can keep it up till the person catches on.

I repeat the last word the person says in question form.

Example:

“Hey, me and Jenny are headed to Jim’s Pizza Hut.”

“Jim’s Pizza Hut?”

“Yeah, you know the one on F street.”

“F Street?”

Over there near the harbor with the big carousel.”

“Carousel?”

“Yeah, you know the one you went with me and Jane.”

“Jane?”

“My girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Ok, what the f**k is wrong with you?”

Once they call you out and have caught on the game ends. I’ve carried on a conversation over an hour once doing this. It’s really awesome when the person you are doing it to has gone through this a few times with you.

My daughter has gotten me a few times herself and she’ll laugh on and off for the day at my expense. Her husband has called me an a*s for teaching this to her a few times too.

Kitzinger1 Report

My son can make dolphin sounds to perfection. We were on a dolphin excursion and he would randomly do the sounds. People kept looking over the sides to see the dolphins. He also confused the operator because he kept looking around for dolphins. One of our best family vacation memories.

Aztexan512 Report

When you shake someone’s hand, move yours left to right. As they do the traditional up and down, a hilarious circle ensues.

spinozasrobot Report

My personal favorite is: Sit down on a park bench next to someone. Slide a manila enevlope with a picture of a random person from the net to them and say, “It has to be done by Friday and it has to look like an accident.” Then get up and walk away quickly.

Kawikami99336 Report

When you’re talking to someone, just keep handing them random items. They’ll just keep taking them without realizing it.

Cat_Hoarder0 Report

Edit: For PSA

Hide something around their house. My weapon of choice was tiny rubber ducks.

Open a drawer? Duck.

I need a spoon. Duck.

Lovely picture of their wedding with a nice frame? Duck on top.

Charging box? Duck.

Bubble bath? Duck.

Seldom used shoes? Duck.

Winter coat pocket they won’t use for months? Duck.

Its ducking delightful how much mileage you can get out of tiny ducks.

PSA: Be extremely cautious in the case of households containing animals and small children. Both like putting little things in their mouths and other orifices so might be best to avoid Ducking these individuals/ensuring things are definitely out of reach.

Cursed_Insomniac , epicture’s Report

This one is harmless but occasionally can drive someone mad.

My mom has a bunch of framed family photos hangin on a wall. One day I was visiting I took them all down and scanned them with a little hand scanner. I photoshoped small changes on them, removed some people from some photos, added a couple of celebrities in the background, etc, print them out and replaced them a few days later.

I can’t forget her face when she realized it was me and she was not losing it.

_Miki_ Report

My friend was logged into his twitter on my tablet so I kept changing his profile picture to a banana.. he thought someone hacked him and tweeted about it.. I replied to the tweet using his profile.. it got so bad he was arguing with himself on twitter.

foroxev346 Report

When I was a corrections officer we had a guy who worked with us who was kind of a d**k to everyone, and he was computer illiterate. We took a screenshot of his desktop and moved all of his icons off of it so it looked legit but nothing worked. It took him an hour before he finally called IT and they figured it out pretty quickly. He wouldn’t talk to any of us for about a week.

justneedadvice87 , David McEachan Report

If I know someone is walking a little ways behind me and I turn a corner with nobody else around I like to run 10-20 steps to widen the gap and then laugh to myself thinking that the person behind me will be confused.

I doubt anyone ever notices but I get a kick out of it every time.

Shea_J , Ketut Subiyanto Report

Whenever I visit my extended family across the country, I bring a bag full of random remotes that I don’t use anymore. Just random remotes that go to old dvrs or anything really. Just hide them around their house, they only recently caught on.

Dfuz3-Flame , Nicolas Nova Report

At work: give them a “While You Were Out” note saying a “Mr. Fox” called for them and write on the note the number for your local zoo.

BonsaiDiver Report

I was talking with a supervisor and I happened to have like 4 hard boiled eggs in my jacket pocket for lunch. So while talking with stuff, I took out an egg, cracked and shelled it and ate it. The conversation kept going so I did it again but I could see he was growing quizzical. I waited a few more minutes, pulled out another and ate that too. By then I could tell he was like WTF. The conversation was wrapping up so I pulled the last one out and he stopped mid conversation and asked me, “how many f$cking eggs do you have?” I just shrugged, shelled, and then ate, the last egg.

The_Real_Evil_Morty Report

Reassure people there’s nothing wrong with the item they are about to use.

Right before they sit down: “there’s nothing wrong with that chair”

UNCLETROUBLE24 Report

When my husband pours his coffee into his mug and turns around to get milk out of the refrigerator, I pour his coffee back into the coffee pot or into my mug. I cackle as I run out of the room.

OutdoorLadyBird Report

A lady in my office wouldn’t stop talking about gas lighting and people who were gaslighting. So we told her it was actually called “gaslamping” and she has the term wrong. Took a bit of convincing but she started using that term and telling everyone else they were wrong too. A week later we changed it back to gaslighting.

DirrtyMikeAndTheBoyz Report

Say “I don’t want to sound racist, but” and then say something completely positive yet irrelevant.

“I don’t want to sound racist, but the sun looks lovely on those flowers”.

Fuzzythought Report

Our neighbour has chickens. About once a week or so we would sneak over and put extra eggs in the lay box, so it looked like the chickens had been on a laying spree. So fun chatting with them, trying to work out why sometimes the chickens were super producers and sometimes not. It ended when we put a chocolate egg in there, they worked it out then 😄😄

Flashy_Information70 Report

Look at their forehead, ear, or chin during the entire conversation.

Call in sick to a place you don’t work.

At the deli, ask for the most human tasting meat they have.

Go to the grocery store and ask for Gomber. “You know, it’s kind of red, and you put it on mayo sandwiches.”

Ask if they like your perfume and get them to smell your neck, wrist, ankle, or other body part. Don’t actually be wearing any perfume.

SirPatrickofMichigan Report

The movie theater in my town is usually mostly empty. There’s been a couple of times when I’ve come in to get seated and there’s literally only one other person in my auditorium.

There’s an evil part of me that wants to just go sit right next to them. Not illegal, but it should be.

matt314159 , Donald Tong Report

Some guy on Quora had this genius idea. Grab a highlighter, and randomly highlight one name on a public list (attendance, lunch money, extracurricular classes, whatever). You won’t get to see it, but some poor fellow will silently lose their mind trying to figure out why their name is highlighted.

Gungcael Report

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38riku · 2 years

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS

synopsis: holiday hc’s with eren, levi, armin and jean

warnings: none

eren yeager

- he really isn’t big on holiday festivities but if you like it then he loves it and that’s that on that

- you want to build a gingerbread house? he’s watched at least 12 tutorials and even bought a small kit to practice

- you want to bake cookies? he’s not the best at baking but he’ll be an A1 sous chef

- matching pajamas all the way.

- he sees them as a “you’re mine, I’m yours” and takes hella pictures and posts them on social media

- professional holiday pictures? this man is on it.

- hair, nails, makeup, whatever you want done it’ll get done and fully paid so you can feel your best and be confident

- his gifts are for you and for him give or take

- a dress or skirt or shirt that he knows you would look gorgeous in and plans to take you out on a date to show it off

- this man walks around with mistletoe and whenever he wants a kiss he dangles it in front of y’all

“would you look at that? looks like you owe me a kiss”

armin arlert

- this man loves the holidays and I will not compromise on this

- he holds you up by the waist to hang the ornaments in hard to reach places on the tree

- literally will not rest until it’s perfect in your eyes

- homemade hot chocolate bombs!

- sharing a blanket with cups of hot chocolate and a holiday movie playing on the television. he has them all on dvd

- he loves Christmas parades!! armin wrapping you in a scarf up to your ears to keep you warm

- when it comes to gift giving he is a wholesome king

- made a VHS tape with all of his fav moments with you and printed out the photos he has taken and scrapbooked it all

- throws in a charm bracelet with charms that remind him of you and little notes as to why

“the earth? am I your world armin?”

“you are but there’s also a moon. because I love you to the moon and back.”

- yes it is cheesy but I got to let it slide

levi ackerman

- not a huge fan of the holidays but naturally good at festivities if you know what I mean

- can single handedly prepare the house and cook christmas dinner before you can say jingle bell

- simultaneously hates and loves having people over

- on one hand he doesn’t want people infiltrating him and his lovers space but he does want them to see your cute decorations and his culinary prowess

- y’all don’t match but coordinating outfits are chef’s kiss

- he has a maroon button up and jeans, you have on a maroon sweater and jeans; the same outfit but not the same outfit

- when it comes to gifts the budget is nonexistent

- designer handbags, shoes, coats, whatever he thinks you deserve and do not complain about the price

- when everyone is gone the two of you clean up in the kitchen

- one of his favorite Christmas songs play from the radio and he takes your hand and twirls you around

“Merry Christmas darling.”

jean kirstein

- very enthusiastic about the holidays but everything seems to go wrong

- he tried to hang house lights and fell on his butt, thankfully it snowed a ton so he didn’t hurt himself

- but the lights snapped and broke

- you went to the store to get him a heating pad for his bum and he tried to bake some cookies as an apology

- you came back to charcoal - i mean jean’s sugar cookies

- poor baby was sad and started sulking that he ruined the holidays

- that was until you two started to play Christmas karaoke in the matching pajamas (that were supposed to be a surprise) and lifted his mood

- in fact it lifted his mood so much he wanted to go door to door caroling

- your neighbors found it adorable and were taking videos and pictures of you two

- making it back home the two of you were super duper tired and you hopped in the shower to warm up

-when you get out the shower Jean was sat on the bed with a box in hand

- inside was the most beautiful ring and he pulled out his chain with a matching band on it from under his shirt

“Whenever you need me I’ll be there. Merry Christmas love.”

hope this was okay :’)

#black reader #aot #attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren headcanons #levi headcanons #jean headcanons #armin arlert #black y/n #aot x poc!reader

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mandos-sluts · 3 years

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The Ambiguous Bet

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, mentions of sex work

Summary: Mando doesn’t think you could handle being a sex worker and you set out to prove him wrong

A/N: This is our first time writing any sort of fan fiction (much more to come) so we would really appreciate reblogging/reposting! We would LOVE feedback as well!

You’ve been working on the Razor Crest for about six months ever since the Mandalorian hired you to be his live-on mechanic. With everything the Crest has been through, Mando knew he had to hire you once he observed your mastery mechanical skills…you being drop dead gorgeous had nothing to do with it, Mando told himself.

Of course, Mando’s attraction was not one sided. You had watched him take down ruthless criminals with no problem at all. It didn’t matter that you had never seen his face. His strength, composure, and confidence (perhaps cockiness) made him incredibly attractive. Not to mention his rock-hard body. Every night you would lay on your cot and wish that he would just storm in and fuck you sensless. Alsa he never did, so you defaulted to pleasuring yourself and imagining that scenario.

Mando would never act on his desire for you, however. In fact, he often went out of his way to give you more than enough space or make the conversation more than appropriate. But this was becoming harder and harder for him to do. Before hiring you, Mando would relieve his stress and sexual tension at the local brothels on whatever planet he was hunting a bounty on. But once you came aboard, he stopped this practice as he could never find the time or excuse to leave the ship without you for enough time. Since you had started accompanying him on his bounty hunts to assist him in whatever he may need.

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You were pleading with Mando. The two of you were walking back to the ship after acquiring a new puck, and you were starving and there was no food back on the Crest.

“Fine.” Mando snapped with his low modulated voice. “We can stop quickly at the cantina and grab something to eat.”

The two of you walked through the door. “Alright, hurry up–” Mando said, turning to you.

But before he could even finish his sentence, you were running up to a random group of girls, none of whom he recognized.

“OMG hiiiiii‼!” One of them screeched.

“Y/n what are you doing here?!?” Another one exclaimed.

Mando just stood a few feet away watching you excitedly greet the four girls.

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They were old friends of yours. It turns out, they all worked at the brothel down the road. While catching up with them, they told how fun and effortless their jobs were. They made great money having great sex for a living. It was a high-end brothel, and it was completely safe and clean; clients had to pass health and background tests before purchasing services. Your friends made thousands of credits and spent them travelling the galaxy, going out to fancy clubs, and buying luxury goods.

After getting a drink with them, you walked back to the ship. Mando had already returned. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t want to join you and your loud friends for a drink.

You step into the Crest. You take in the filthy floors and musty smell and can only think about the flashy and cushy lifestyle that your old friends are living as sex workers. You honestly love working with Mando and travelling with him as a mechanic/assistant. But a lot of the excitement of the job revolved around your flirtatious relationship with Mando, and you couldn’t help wonder how much longer that would last. You let out a deep sign, and climb the ladder to the cockpit.

“Finally.” Mando says standing up and facing you. You stood in the doorway. “You need to rewire the calcinator before we take off. Get to it.” He said shortly.

You stand there, and simply stare at Mando.

“...What?” Mando says with his modulated voice.

“Ohhhhhh nothing.” You sign crossing your arms and slouching. “I’m just thinking about how much more glamerous my life would be if I were a sex worker instead of a rouge Mandalorian’s mechanic.”

Mando scoffs. “That’s funny.”

You tilt your head as you stare into his visor.

“You would never last as a sex worker. Trust me, y/n, you’re much better suited being my mechanic.”

“What?!” you say, feeling slightly offended. “Excuse me, but I would be an amazing sex worker. Trust me, Mando.”

“Yeah…definitely not.” Mando says.

“And why is that?” You shoot back.

“You’re too stuborn to be a sex worker.” Mando says nonchalantly, leaning back into his chair. “You have to put up a lot of shit. You basically have to do whatever your client wants you to do. You have to let creepy guys fuck you any way they want.” Mando says.

“Creepy guys like you?” You say with a smirk, staring directly into his visor.

“Exactly.” Mando expresses, maintaining “eye” contact with you.

You take in a breath. “Alright, Mando, I’m bored, and our next bounty isn’t due for three days.” You say stepping closer to the chair he’s sitting on.

“I’m going to work at the brothel tomorrow and prove that I can be a great sex worker.”

“Ha, I bet you won’t last a day.” Mando spits, crossing his arms.

“You’re on.”

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The terms of your bet were unclear or nonexistent? But it didn’t matter to you, and apparently not to Mando either.

You weren’t a registered sex worker, but your friends pulled some strings and you were able to work at the brothel for the day under the pretence that you were “shadowing” one of your friends to see how the job worked.

Inside the brothel, you sat in the area where the girls hung out. This was a lavish, very expensive brothel. The procedure was simple: the sex workers all lounged around this beautiful gold hotel loby. Clients who didn’t already know which sex worker they wanted would enter and observe the sex workers, speak to some of them, and choose one (or more).

You sat comfortably in a big velvet chair. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. But the deal was that you only had to make it through a day. Maybe you wouldn’t get any clients at all! There were a considerable number of sex workers, and perhaps no one would choose you. Just as you were starting to feel better at that thought, the manager called your name.

“Y/n! You have a client. Head up to room 279, they’ll be up there shortly.”

Your heart starts beating fast. Okay, so you have a client within the first five minutes of starting your day, no big deal!

You head up to the room with your heart still racing. It’s a really nice room. It’s gold pleated and there’s a lounge area, a bar, and a huge bed. You walk over to a large mirror and examine yourself. You’re wearing a red silk and lace two-piece set. You look super hot, this is definitely the hottest you’ve looked since taking the job on the Crest. You take your hair clip out to redo it when the door swings open.

Your heart drops and your head swings around to see who your client is. To your surprise, Mando stands at the door. He stands tall and confident, legs a little further than shoulder width apart.

“Mando! What are you doing here?” You say in confusion.

He doesn’t say a word, but takes one step into the room.

Your confusion is written on your face.

“Mando, you have to get out of here. I have a client on the way.”

He still says nothing

“Seriously! They’ll be here any moment, you really need to go!” You say with urgence.

His silence continues as he slowly creeps forward, slamming the door behind him.

“Why would I leave?” He purrs. “I paid for this.”

“Wait, you're my client!?” You ask.

Mando stops just a few in front of you. In a slow, deep voice, Mando says “Y/n, you can quit now, admit you were wrong... and we’ll head back to the ship.” You can tell he has a devilish smirk under his helmet.

You pause for a moment. “Ha…..no way, Mando. I’m not backing down.” You say nervously.

“Are you sure about that, pretty girl?” He says, taking another step closer to you. He looks down on you, staring directly into your eyes. Your “gulp” is audible. Your pussy starts to pulse as you take in everything that’s happening.

Towering over you, he puts his fingers under your chin and lightly tilts your head up to meet his gaze. “Because I won’t hold back.” He asserts. “I’ll be as rough with you as I am with every other whore I’ve fucked.” He says, pulling off his gloves.

“Good.” You say. “Don’t hold back.”

With that, he steps forward grabbing your neck, shoving you into the wall. You whimper loudly and he grinds his rock hard cock onto your crotch before turning you around and pushing you harder into the wall, and rolling his cock against your ass. You could tell he was big, very big. He quickly pulls back and shoves your shorts down with a grunt, exposing your bare ass. You gasp and he rubs the soft skin on your butt before slapping it hard. You let out a yelp as your mouth falls open. He aggressively slaps your ass several more times.

He chuckles lightly. “You said you could take this, so show me how good of a slut for me you can be, little girl.” He says. Your pussy throbs at the filthy language he’s using.

He drags you to the bed and bends you over. One finger enters you as you moan. “I spent a lot of credits on this, it better be worth it.” He says as he pumps his finger in you repeatedly. You cry out.

“Damn this pussy is fucking tight!” Mando says through his modulator. You moan loudly as his thumb starts circling your clit.

Still bent over the bed, and his free hand moves up your body and roughly grabs and kneads your tits. He aggressively rips off your shirt. You can feel your pussy dripping on Mando’s hand as your arousal pulses through. He continues to tease you as he circles your clit. “Fuck, this pussy is wetter and tighter than I imagined. Why you so wet, little girl, you like it rough?” Mando says.

All you can respond with are light, breathy moans. And then, Mando pulls his fingers out and lightly slaps your pussy. You let out a yelp. “Answer me.” Mando commands.

“Ye– Yes. Fuck, I like it rough Mando.” You respond.

“Good. Let’s see your skills, my little whore” he says as he kicks your feet apart to spread your legs. You feel his finger flick your clit and you whine loudly.

Without warning you feel his thick long cock enter your pussy. The pain was so pleasurable that you see stars. He sets a brutal pace. He continues to rail into you as you scream his name. “Mando! Fuck Mando, ahh!” You hear his heavy breathing through his modulator.

“Fuck.” Mando spits out. “This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

“You– you ha– have the biggest cock– cock that has ever fuc– fucked me.” You return. Your pussy starts to throb. Without warning you cum and release a rush of fluid onto his cock as your entire body shakes.

“Ahhh, what a good girl, cuming around my cock” Mando says as he pulls out of you.

Your leg muscles give in, you sink forward into the bed. Mando flips you over so you’re lying down facing up toward him. “What a desperate little thing you are.” He growls. Mando takes a moment and admires your completely naked body all spread out for him. You are so small underneath him. Your doe-eyes are wide, your mouth still agape, panting for breath, and your pussy glistening from your cum.

Mando then grabs you by your waist. “On your knees.” He orders as he shoves you to your knees. He takes his length in his hand and strokes his cock in front of your face a few times.

You quickly gather your composure and take a second to admire his enormous member. You bite your lip and look up to him. Mando puts his hand on the back of your head and takes a fist full of your hair. You stick your tongue out and lick his cock up and down a few times before putting the tip in your mouth. You try your best to tease him, but before long, Mando pushes your head further down his cock. You start bobbing your head up and down, trying each time to take more of him in your mouth. Mando remains still at first, just using his hand to guide your head up and down his shaft. You start moaning and move your eyes up to his helmet, with this Mando begins thrusting into your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat. “Fuuuucckkk.” Mando lets out while face fucking you. You hear his little moans in between your gagging. “I love the sound of you gagging on my cock.” Mando asserts. “And you look so pretty on your knees with it shoved down your throat.”

Doing your best to breathe through your nose, you can feel his length tensing in your mouth. “Mm gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours up with my cum.” You let out a moan and can feel his hot liquid shooting into your mouth. Mando pulls out of you and puts himself back in his pants. You’re now naked kneeling in front of him while he towers over you fully clothed and armored. You’ve never been so turned on in your life.

You pant and look up at him. Your face is covered in spit and cum and your hair is a mess. He bends down and runs his thumb across your bottom lip before putting it in your mouth. You suck his thumb. “Good girl.” Mando purrs.

Mando pulls his thumb out of your mouth, stands up, and takes a few steps back. You slowly rise up and take a deep breath, trying to comprehend everything that just happened. You turn around to reach for your clothes.

“Thanks for destroying my new work clothes, Mando.” You say picking up the ripped pieces of the tiny top he tore off of you.

“You won’t need them anymore, you’re only working here for a day.” You grab a short white silk robe hanging on the wall, and put it on. “And what if I have other clients today?” You say mockingly.

“You won’t.” Mando says. “I purchased you for the entire day.” He says walking to the door. You stand there feeling a mixture of astonishment and arousal at the knowledge that Mando paid a ship load so that only he would be able to fuck you.

Mando opens the door. “After you.”

“You realize that this means I win the bet, right? You understand that you paid me in order for you to lose the bet?”

“Sure, sweetheart. Congratulations. Now, we need to get back to the ship, and you need to rewire the calcinator.”

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Masterlist

#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian smut #the mandalorian fanfiction #star wars smut #mando x reader #pedro pascal smut #mandalorian smut #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader

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fanficimagery · 3 years

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a field of daisies

Imagine running into a group of survivors that you decide to take a chance on and bring them home with you. Your decision ends up leading to a reunion no one saw coming, not even yourself.

Words: 7.1K Author's Note: TWD AU. This particular universe has a lot of characters and making sure everyone has a line or three is tough work, so I made up my mind to only keep a select few. This will take place after the prison has fallen, but before Terminus so the group is not as harsh because of what happened there. I get why everyone turned ruthless, but damn.. Rick got scary. Haha. Also, just so you know, Y/N is a powered individual (the gif of Wanda is just to show how your powers look/work). SPOILER ALERT! This piece of work is.. slow. There's nothing much to it- it's honestly just Y/N bringing the group into the fold. I've been having a rough few weeks and it really shows in my writing. I'm sorry this sucks, but I really needed to get something out.

It was pure dumb luck that Rick, Daryl, Michonne, Carl, Judith, Glenn, Maggie and Carol ended up together after the fall of the prison. Rick and Carl had fled together, Michonne followed the blood trail Rick had unknowingly left behind, and Daryl had later caught up to them because he was with a new group that was hunting Rick which he didn't know about until it was too late. Daryl, Rick and Michonne took care of things quickly, and it was a relief to Rick that Daryl still had his back.

Glenn and Maggie came a couple days later with Judith snuggled into a makeshift pack hanging off of Glenn's back, and the group stumbled upon Carol who kept them from entering the so-called sanctuary called Terminus. Apparently she had been keeping an eye on the place from afar, and after the horrors she witnessed Rick and the others were glad they just so happened to choose the entrance she was near so that she was able to stop them.

Hershel's death still weighed heavily on everyone's mind and Maggie was sad that she didn't know what had become of her sister Beth. Lots of people's fates were unknown, but the ones that left everyone the most downtrodden were those of the children that the prison had housed.

The group has taken momentary refuge in a barn, their spirits low and dwindling even more as the days pass. Food and water were scarce, and ammunition was pretty much nonexistent. Daryl had a handful of arrows left and everyone was left to depend on blades to protect themselves.

Judith's sudden cry pierces the quiet of the barn and everyone flinches. Rick readily gets to his feet, rushing towards his daughter and lifting her from the bed of hay they designated as her bed. "Shh. I got 'ya. I got 'ya, sweetheart."

Carl joins his father, frowning at his sister's reddening face. "She's hungry, isn't she?"

"We all are," Rick grumbles.

"There's got to be something out there," the young boy sighs. "A place we haven't come across or a house that's not been picked clean."

"Everyone's tired, Carl. We're all running on fumes." Rick continues to rock his baby girl, heart breaking when her wails only get louder and more desperate. "If we go searchin', we're likely to make a mistake and someone will lose their life."

"Well we can't let her starve."

Rick glances around his exhausted group, a look of determination in each of their features. He sighs and glances down at Judith in his arms. "Tomorrow. We'll go lookin' when the sun is up."

Carl nods and brushes his finger along Judith's brow before leaving his father to settle the baby down on his own.

- - - - - - - - - -

You'd been gone for a day and half now, intent on finding some things those in your community have asked for. Unfortunately everything close by had been picked clean which led you to driving further and further out, and right into an oncoming storm.

You tried to drive right on through it, but the rain just came down so hard to the point that you could not see through the windshield. And since it was nighttime, you knew there was a high chance you could wreck. So you pull off to the side, cut the engine and lean back in your seat to wait it out.

Thunder rumbles so loud it actually shakes the truck you're in and lightning strikes a tree not even a hundred yards away. "Oh screw this," you mumble to yourself. You turn the truck back on, carefully inching your way down the road and hope that you don't hit anything. But then lightning strikes again, you swerve on instinct, but are quick to slam on the breaks. "Shit."

There's a split second of reprieve from the rain- just long enough for you to see a building off in the distance. You know it's a dumb idea to even check it out, but you rather be in a barn struck by lightning than be in the truck. So after cutting the engine once more, you reach over to the passenger seat for your pack and beanie. Shoving the gray beanie down atop your head, you brace yourself before opening the door and hopping out.

Slamming the door behind you, you rush through the rain and towards the barn doors. Pushing on said doors, they open far too easily and you rush to close them behind you. Then with your back against the doors, you hold your hands aloft at your sides should you need to protect yourself from a dead skull or three. But surprisingly there are no dead in the barn, instead a group of the living around a small fire stare at you with wide eyes.

Immediately the people are on their feet with their weapons trained on you, a baby is passed off to a preteen, and the group of adults slowly advance on you.

"Whoa," you utter. "I did not know this place was occupied. I don't mean any harm. M'just tryin' to get out of the storm."

"Are you alone?" The man that had passed off the baby asks, a long barreled gun pointed at you.

His companions spread out- a guy with a crossbow hurrying to the wall to peek through the cracks. There's a Korean guy and a woman with hair just barely touching her shoulders standing side by side, blades in hand, and a black woman with a wicked looking katana held at the ready. The last woman with shortly cropped gray hair points a glock right at you without even blinking.

"Um, yeah."

"You don't sound so sure," he grunts.

"Well you're all pointing weapons at me," you say. "It's a little intimidating."

Crossbow guy returns to his friend's side, shaking his head and muttering something too low for your ears to catch. The main guy talking nods meeting your gaze once more. "Weapons?"

"None."

"Mind if we check?"

You shrug. "Have at it."

Spreading your arms out wider, you push off the barn doors and stand with your feet a little spread out as well. The woman standing next to the Korean guy steps forward and cautiously makes her way towards you. You meet her gaze, keeping your expression neutral, but give her a nod to let her know you were good with what was going on. Her hands land on your waist then, patting you down and checking for weapons.

Her hands slide up your sides and under your arms, and you press your lips tighter together when she hits your ticklish spot. A giggle ends up breaking free and you immediately apologize when she freezes. You think you see her faintly grin before she continues on down your legs and around your ankles.

"She's clean," the woman says as she stands back up and then steps back.

"What's in the bag?"

"My snacks," you muse. "I was looking for a few things and had to travel out further than normal. I've been driving for nearly two days now."

"You got a group?"

"I have a community." They seem to blink in surprise at that.

Crossbow guy looks at who you assume is their leader. "Explains the too clean clothes," he grunts. Then looking at you, he says, "But 'ya damn stupid to be out here with no weapons. It's a goddamn miracle 'ya survived this long."

"Mister, I am the weapon." That seems to make the tense all over again, frowning, and you sigh. "Look, I'm not normal. I don't need weapons because I am literally the ultimate weapon. Now if that makes you uncomfortable, I'll stay my butt over here and just wait out the storm. Then I'll be on my way and we never have to see each other again unless we run into each other in the future. That sound good?"

No one voices a complaint against you so you walk over to one of the wooden beams supporting the barn and take a seat on the ground. You get comfortable, stripping your pack off your back and setting it next to you. The group has no idea what to make of you so they continue to stare at you until the baby in the preteen's arms starts to fuss.

Minutes pass as the baby continues to wail, her cries only getting louder. The thunder doesn't seem as loud as before, so you know if there are any dead nearby they'll be drawn towards the barn because of the baby's cries.

"When was the last time she ate?" You ask when you see them shush and rock her in order to calm her. A few of them glance at you and it's then you actually take in their appearances. They're exhausted. They're hungry. They're desperate. "Actually when was the last time any of you ate?"

Crossbow guy grumbles, but it's the preteen boy who answers. "Days. A week or so maybe."

Frowning, you pull your pack into your lap and open it up. Rummaging around the inside, your hand wraps around a small mason jar with a spoon rubber banded around it and you grin triumphantly. "I, uh, I have this if you want it," you say as you hold the jar up. "Mrs. Stevens makes a mean cinnamon applesauce." Your grin slowly falls as you take in their stares. "Or not. I won't be offended."

"No." The gray haired woman steps forward. "We'll take it, but you need to eat a spoonful yourself first."

"Uh, yeah. Sure, but I don't know why.." Your brow furrows as you free the spoon from the rubber band and untwist the top, and then it hits you on why they want you to eat it first. You gasp as you stare up at them. "First off, rude! Do I really look like I'm capable of poisoning a baby?"

No one says a word at first and then, "Well you did say 'ya were different."

You roll your eyes at the crossbow wielding guy. "Not that kind of different." Sticking the spoon into the applesauce, you pull up a spoonful and shove it into your mouth. Swallowing, you place the spoon back in the jar and hold it up. "Happy? It's just cinnamon applesauce."

The leader rushes forward and grabs the applesauce from you, sniffing it as he walks back towards his group and taking a spoonful for himself. When he deems it okay, he then feeds it to the baby girl. Almost immediately, her cries turn to whimpers before ceasing all together.

"You guys are welcome to whatever's in my pack because, no offense, but you look like you need it more than I do."

The Korean guy is the first to crack, rushing towards your pack that you let him freely rummage through. "Is this- is this jerky?"

"Yep. Mr. Mills has a knack for drying out meat and smoking fish."

As he passes out the jerky, water, and a few MRE's, he then looks at you with an astonished expression. "I'm Glenn, by the way. And this is Maggie." The woman who had patted you down gives you a terse smile.

"Michonne," the katana wielding badass says.

"Carol."

The man feeding the baby glances at you. "I'm Rick. These are my kids Carl and Judith."

You look towards the crossbow guy, but he's shoveling an MRE into his mouth and not paying you a lick of attention. "Y/N," you then introduce yourself to them.

You watch them eat for a few seconds before you avert your attention, listening to the sounds outside the barn. The storm seems like it's finally dying down, but the moans and groans of the dead seem to be getting closer and closer now. You get up and walk towards the door, peeking through the cracks and quietly exhaling at the small herd heading straight for the barn.

"You guys have something to prop against the door? We've got incoming."

A scoff comes from crossbow guy. "Thought 'ya were the ultimate weapon?"

"Daryl!" Carol admonishes.

Your eyes narrow at Daryl who shrugs under the stares of his group and you sigh. "Fine. Whatever. All I ask is that whatever you see, you ask questions before you decide to attack."

"Why- why would you say that?" Glenn asks.

"Because like I said, I'm not normal."

With that you turn around, opening the barn doors and stepping back. Staring at the small herd that's coming in, your left arm lifts up and curls around the front of your face as your right arm lifts up underneath. The only difference is that your left hand starts to glow and you swing back briefly before thrusting your left arm out and sending off a red wave of energy that rushes through the heads of the dead ones and instantly drops them in their tracks. You walk forward then and shut the doors, only to turn around and have Daryl aiming his crossbow at you.

"Seriously?" Your arms hang limp at your sides.

"What the hell are 'ya?"

"Human, as far as I know," you say. You mentally sigh as everyone shifts nervously. "Just with a little extra oomph."

"That was some sci-fi bullshit 'ya just pulled there."

"Well whatever it is, it's come in handy since the world fell apart so I'm not complaining about it anymore."

Rick, having passed Judith off to Carl, steps forward. "This community of yours, are there any more people like you?"

You shake your head. "Nah. I'm the only one."

"How many people are you with?" Carol asks.

"Around twenty or so. Me and this little girl I came across a while back are the youngest. Everyone else is sixty-five or above." You huff. "Kid guilt tripped me into saving a few individuals from a retirement home we came across and gave me the idea of a place safe enough to almost be normal."

"Exactly how safe is this place of yours?" Maggie then wonders as she glances at Judith and Carl.

"There's a, uh, shield of sorts around this abandoned housing community. The dead bounce off the invisible walls and the living need permission to enter which I'm smart enough not to give."

"People try gettin' in before?" Daryl asks.

"A group of three about a couple months back. I would have given thought to letting them in, but my powers kind of misfired and I was able to read their minds," you sheepishly admit. "They- they were not good people. Not by a long shot."

"What happened to 'em?"

"I put them to sleep and had a talk with everyone inside the community." You shrug. "I didn't know what to do, so I asked for everyone's advice. It was either kill them or manipulate their memories and send them on their way."

"What did you do?" Carl asks. He's the only one who has a look of awe on his face.

"I kept them asleep and drove them out in a random direction. After about two days driving, I put them up in an abandoned house and let them wake up long after I had left."

"Why are you answering all our questions?" Michonne asks. "Someone like you, it seems like you'd keep your powers a secret."

"Honestly? You're the first kind group I've seen in a long while. You saw what I could do and yet you asked questions first rather than letting Daryl put an arrow in me."

"Would my arrow have even reached 'ya?"

You smile at Daryl's grumpy expression. "Not even close." There's a challenge in his eyes and his arm twitches, but Rick shakes his head at his friend. You quietly chuckle. "If you guys wanna sit and talk, I'll answer what I can. I don't mind so long as you don't plan on attempting to put a bullet in my brain or a blade to my neck."

Everyone looks to Rick and eventually he gives a terse nod. They hesitantly go back to their fire, huddling closer together and you slowly make you way over to sit across from them. The baby seems rather content now so Rick finally takes a moment to eat something himself.

Bending your knees, you pull them in towards your chest and drop your chin on your knee. "So what do you wanna know?"

Glenn immediately leans forward. "First of all, this is something straight out of a comic book." He grins and you can't help but smile in return. Maggie snorts and shakes her head, rather fondly, at him. "So what I wanna know is if you were born like this or if you had a bad visit with the doctors?"

"I was born like this," you say. "I think it started manifesting when I was about eleven or twelve. Mom and dad were obviously terrified, but I was still their daughter and they refused to just let the government have me. It took- it took months of research before they found a legit scientist who was running tests on people like me in order to help. So they met up with him and let him poke and prod to get the answers everyone was seeking."

"Did they find anything out?" Carol asks.

You shake your head. "No. There were no abnormalities in my or my parent's blood, and every other test was coming back completely average. My powers or magic or whatever you wanna call it honestly scared me, so the scientist had concocted some pills that suppressed it. I never got to learn how to control it and only really got to see what I was capable of when the world collapsed and I ran out of suppressors."

"So what, you're just this powerhouse walking around without a care in the world?" Michonne frowns.

"I have many cares," you say, head lifting to stare directly at the woman over the fire. "I have a little girl and a handful of old geezers counting on me back home. I'm just fortunate enough to be this powerhouse, as you say, so the others don't have to come out into this shit show that has become our norm."

Judith starts to fuss again and neither her brother or father can calm her. You can see just how exhausted everyone is, so you take the initiative to help them out when you see Rick cringe after smelling the baby's bottom. Grabbing your pack, you grab the notebook in there and yank out a sheet of paper. Then letting the paper rest in the palms of your hands, you concentrate on the red wisps of energy pooling in your hands and transfigure the sheet of paper into a diaper. More sheets of paper are ripped out and you quickly transfigure those into small rags.

"There's a bucket in the back of my truck," you say as you hold out the diaper and rags. "I'm sure it's full of water by now so you can dip the rags into the water to wipe the baby down."

Rick blinks at you in surprise, walking over to you and grabbing the items. He nods. "Thank you." You flash him a faint smile in return.

He looks at Daryl and he hands over his crossbow to Carol. Taking the rags from Rick, he motions for Glenn to follow him should he run into any trouble outside.

The two men return soon enough and Rick readily starts to make his daughter comfortable once more. As she struggles against him and wildly kicks out, you chuckle and decide to let a small orb of red energy pool in your palm. Then flicking your wrist, the small red orb shoots over to hover above Judith and bob up and down. It does it's job, distracting her so her father can easily change her.

"That must come in handy back at your community," Maggie muses.

"I don't really show off like this in front of them," you sheepishly admit. "Everyone knows what I'm capable of, but they don't really ask me to do anything other than to help keep them safe and keep their houses from deteriorating." There are hums and grunts, but everyone is more interested in filling their stomachs. "Well if I'm going to be on my way come sun up, I should get some rest."

No one objects, so you get up and walk back over to the opposite side of the barn. You sit down in a corner, trying to find a comfortable enough position so you can get a bit of shut eye.

When you wake up, the sun has not fully risen yet. It's a little lighter in the barn and you can see without the small fire throwing off light, so it's easy to spot Rick keeping watch by the barn doors. You sit up, stretch, and sleepily climb to feet in order to join him.

"You guys rotated watch?" You mumble. "You should have woken me."

Rick grins. "Nah. We had it under control."

"If you say so."

His grin subtly falters and then he quietly clears his throat before glancing between you and his group. "So before you go on your way, can I have a word?"

"Sure." You yawn. "Lets just go outside so we don't wake anyone." At Rick's nod, you open the barn doors and exit as quietly as you can. He follows you outside and you glance around for any dead before crossing your arms over your chest and turning to face Rick. "What's going on?"

He stares at you, clearly trying to figure out how to voice his thoughts. It takes him a moment to gather himself and then finally he says, "I know we just met each other last night, but is there any chance- any chance you might be willin' to give us a chance? I'm supposed to be this group's leader, but I am runnin' on fumes here. We all are. We're desperate." Your heart goes out to him and you can't help but frown. You understand desperation very well and you figure it must be worse on him because of the two young children he has. "This world, as vulnerable as it is, it's not a place I want to raise my kids."

"Rick, I-" You pause, sigh and then start over. "Of course I'd be willing to give you guys a chance."

"But?" He pushes, seeing the flash of hesitance in your expression.

"No, no buts." You shake your head. "You just- if you guys want to be a part of this community, you have to actually want to be a part of the community. No drama or violence is permitted within the walls. My sole focus is making sure these people live as long as possible and I won't have anyone jeopardizing that."

Rick nods. "We're all for playing fair. All we're askin' for is a chance. A real chance at survivin'."

"Well then I guess today's your lucky day." You hold out a hand for him to shake. He holds your gaze before glancing down at your hand and hesitantly reaching forward to grasp it. "So do you want to tell them the good news or..?"

Rick huffs a laugh of disbelief as he retakes his hand. "Are- are 'ya serious?"

"Yeah. Why not." You shrug. "The community could use a good shake up, so come on. Lets go wake your people up."

You and Rick re-enter the barn, but you let him wake his family and friends on his own. You gather your pack, tossing the trash and rearranging what's left. Rick tells them the good news and you smile when you see them sag in relief. They have no belongings whatsoever, so they pick up what weapons they have and make to exit the barn.

"Um, Carl and one other person can sit up front with me. Three others can squeeze into the backseat with Judith and two can ride in the very back." There are nods of agreement all around before Daryl and Glenn climb into the bed of the truck. Meeting Daryl's gaze, you say, "You and Glenn keep watch. If you see anyone, pound on the roof. I don't want anyone following us."

He gives you a terse nod. "Got it."

"Or if you and Glenn want to switch out with someone from the inside, pound on the roof. I'm gonna drive as long as I can, but if anyone wants to stop during the night we will."

Everyone seems to agree, letting you decide whether or not you drive through the night. You'll make that decision when the time comes, so as everyone else climbs into the cab of the truck you open the driver's side door and get behind the wheel. You bite back a smirk as you grip the steering wheel in hand, red wisps of energy wrapping around the wheel before disappearing into the guts under the hood.

"So that's why we didn't hear the rumble of an engine," Rick muses. "It's runnin' on magic."

"Beats having to find and siphon gas," you say. Everyone chuckles and after making sure Daryl and Glenn are steady, you drive off.

Not even five seconds in and you hear, "What the hell kind of truck is this?"

Daryl's gruff question makes everyone inside the cab laugh, but no one bothers to fill him in.

- - - - - - - - - -

You drive well into the afternoon, only stopping when Glenn and Daryl grow too hot under the sun and switch out with Rick and Michonne. The bit of food you had left in your pack was divided up among the others again and then when the sun set you had stopped to instruct those in the bed of the truck that they could sit or lay down since they wouldn't be able to see anything come nightfall anyway.

Your constant yawning had Maggie concerned, but you assured her you'd done a drive like this numerous times. All you asked was that they talk to you, so to keep things light they told you all about their accomplishments since the world had ended. Carl mentioned being reunited with his dad after being told he was dead, Maggie mentioned finding love with Glenn on her father's farm, and Daryl mentioned finding a prison that they stayed in after clearing it out as much as they could.

You didn't bother asking what had happened to the farm or the prison because you knew full well what happened to places left out in the open. Sooner or later they got taken over, whether it be by the dead or living. So when they ran out of happy tales, you filled them in on your own. You told them all about coming across the retirement home- about how you and Daisy (the young girl you had saved) were allowed to stay with them for a bit while you went out everyday to find a more suitable living situation. You had still been experimenting with your powers, so it was a miracle you managed to fix up an entire housing community and erect walls around it.

Only about half of those in the retirement home chose to go with you and Daisy, and that was even after finding out what you were capable of. The others were grateful for the invite, but they had families they wanted to look for or were too old and didn't want to be a burden on anyone. No amount of pleading from Daisy could sway their decisions.

A new day dawns and the environment around you starts to become familiar. You perk up in your seat and drive just a little faster because after being out for so long all you want is your bed and a shower.

Only you can see the entrance to the community and you know the others can only see what everyone else without permission to enter sees- a run down housing community that was way passed being livable. So stopping right before the barrier, you gesture for everyone to get off with you after letting the truck cut off.

"What's going on?" Rick asks as he hops out of the bed. Michonne follows him.

Facing the group, you grin. "The community is just behind me," you say while gesturing over your shoulder. You see them glance behind you, frowns marring their faces. "You're just seeing what I want everyone who passes by to see- a place not worth investigating. So with your consent," you hold a hand out just at shoulder height, letting a red glow envelop it, "I just need to push a little energy through you so you can see what I see."

Everyone is caught off guard and wary now, but surprisingly it's Carl who says something. "Will it hurt?"

You glance down at him and smile. "Not at all. I promise. Everyone inside has admitted to it feeling like a cold chill running through them and then nothing. Absolutely no pain."

As you guessed, everyone looks to Rick. He takes a moment to think about it before saying, "Do it. But if there's any pain at all-"

"There's not."

"Good." He nods. "So what do we do?"

"Just stand there. I'm the one who has to do all the work." Letting your arms hang down by your sides, you shake yourself out before concentrating on letting your power pool into your hands once more. Then when it feels like you have enough energy to pass through all eight individuals, you face your palms towards them and push out. The energy leaves you and passes through them, and only a couple of them stumble back a step or gasp in surprise. When they finally take notice of what's actually behind you and their jaws drop, you chuckle. "Welcome to your new home."

"How- it looks untouched." Carol mumbles in awe.

"Well it wasn't," you say. "It took me a few days to fix up several blocks of houses. Then about a week to get the solar panels set in with the help of our retired electrician. We were just lucky a water tower was placed close by and the new water lines were set in before the world ended. It's easy to keep the tower operational and our houses supplied with running water."

"This is insane," Glenn mutters in awe. Maggie nods along with his assessment.

"When you reach the barrier, you're going to feel a little resistance. That's normal." you then explain to them. "All you have to do is keep walking through and you'll come out on the other side."

"And if we wanna leave?" Daryl asks. Everyone looks at him as if he's crazy for already thinking about leaving, but he merely huffs and explains further. "To hunt or make runs, not find shelter elsewhere."

You shrug. "Then you leave. You'll feel the resistance again, but that's just so you remember where the barrier is. Now that you've been given permission, you can come and go as you please. But please remember, once you're behind the barrier, anyone who hasn't been given permission to enter will just see you vanish into thin air. So make sure you're never followed or if you are make a beeline for the barrier and come get me. I'll get them outta here." Everyone seems to be in agreement and you smile. "Well come on. Let's go find you a house or two."

Turning around, you readily walk towards the neighborhood. The resistance of entering doesn't faze you as it once did, so you hurriedly turn around to see everyone's reactions. You see when they hesitate and you laugh as they continue on through and seem to all breathe a sigh of relief. Then once they have their wits about them, you gesture for them to follow you.

A few people are sitting out on their porches, some surprised and others (looking at you Gladys) are ecstatic.

A wolf whistle pierces the air and everyone glances in the direction it came from. "'Bout time you brought in some good lookin' fellas! I was getting tired of looking at Tom's ugly mug."

Michonne and Carol snort as Maggie and Carl giggle, and you shake your head at the white haired, seventy-eight year old woman. "Gladys, stop teasin' the men. They literally just got here!" You holler back.

"Any of them single?"

"Oh my god. Go take a cold shower, you cougar!" Gladys cackles and you groan quietly before looking over your shoulder. "Sorry about that. I should have warned you about Gladys and her tendency to hit on any man that isn't her neighbor."

"S'alright." Rick chuckles. "It'll be nice to have some normalcy back in our lives."

"What's with the bars on the doors?" Michonne then wonders.

You look at one house in particular, it's front door having another door of bars attached in front of it as well. "The houses with bars on their doors were requested by those living in the house. These people are at the age where they can easily pass away in their sleep without warning, and after an incident back at their retirement home they requested bars on the doors as a precaution. They lock in a couple of places from the inside."

They seem to agree that that was a good idea as you nod at everyone else coming out to see what Gladys was yelling about. When you spot Mary Alice, a sixty-seven year old ex-nurse, you start to walk towards her house. "Hey Mary Alice, have you seen Daisy around? I want to introduce her to some new people."

Mary Alice stands up and walks over to the top stair of her porch. "Oh. Hello." She beams. "It's nice to see some capable, new faces around here."

"Ma'am," Rick drawls.

You can practically see Mary Alice swoon and you mumble, "You're going to give every goddamn old lady heart palpitations in here," under your breath. Rick chuckles and you clap your hands to garner Mary Alice's attention once more. "Mary! Where's Daisy?"

"Oh, um." She pauses as she fluffs her hair. "Last I saw her, Dave had asked her to help him pick some fruit from the garden."

"Okay. Thanks." Turning around to face the group, you smile sheepishly. "Maybe I'll just show you to your house first. Daisy might be busy for a bit longer." You're about to motion for them to follow you when you see Daisy appear from between two houses, munching on an apple and looking as carefree as a child her age should be. She meets your gaze from across the street, but before you can draw any attention to her you notice her steps falter as the most heartbreaking expression takes over her features when she sees who's with you. For a second you think this group might not be as innocent as they seemed, but then-

"Momma?"

Time seems to slow as Carol, of all people, freezes and then turns around. She stumbles back, hand going to her mouth in shock as she chokes on a sob. "S-Sophia?"

Your eyes widen at what's unfolding before you- Daisy (apparently Sophia) dropping her apple core before sprinting across the street. Carol meets her halfway, the two colliding with one another as their cries pierce the air. The rest of Carol's group looks on in awe before they join in on the reunion and you laugh as your vision suddenly blurs with unshed tears.

You startle when an arm settles across your shoulders and you glance over at Mary Alice smiling as she watches the reunion as well. "Did you know?"

"Not a clue," you say. "This is just an insane coincidence."

As everyone else takes a turn reuniting with the young girl and introducing her to the new faces, Carol glances up at you and starts to make her way over. You smile as she nears. "My Sophia was the kid you mentioned, wasn't she? The girl you saved before you came across the retirement home."

"Yeah. I just didn't know her name was Sophia." You chuckle. "She said something about her name making her sad because it reminded her of her mom, so she chose a new one."

"Why Daisy?"

You shrug. "Because we were walking through a field of daisies and she liked the sound of it."

Carol wetly chuckles and you give a surprised oh when she yanks you into a hug. "Thank you. Thank you for keeping my baby girl safe."

"No thanks needed, Carol. Whether your daughter knows it not, Daisy- er, Sophia- saved me as well. I'm just glad I could reunite the two of you."

The two of you pull out of the hug just to see the rest of the group making their way towards you, and Sophia hurries to wrap her arms around your waist. "Thank you. Thank you for finding my family."

"Don't even mention it, kid." You ruffle her hair, chuckling. "I'm just glad you found each other again." As you look up to meet everyone's house, you say, "So about your house.."

The group chuckle and you finally lead them to a couple empty houses just down the block you currently reside on. You inform them that every house in the neighborhood was built with four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Rick tells you they'll take just the one house for now until they're acquainted with their surroundings and you let him know that that was fine, but in a few days you were taking a group out to pick out furniture and appliances for two houses.

Daryl scoffs. "Where exactly does one go shoppin' in the goddamn apocalypse?"

"In the store Y/N hid with her magic. Duh!" Sophia muses. Daryl glances down at the young girl before a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. She beams at him and he playfully reaches out to ruffle her hair.

"So, uh, yeah," you muse. "You guys can go ahead and wait here while I go round up a few sleeping bags that we can transform into mattresses," you tell them. "The water should be working, but you might want to run the faucets and showers for a minute or so to make sure all the air is out of the pipes." You start to back away down the sidewalk, heading towards your house. "I'll even knock on a few doors and see if there are any shirts and pants anyone is willing to let go of so you guys can shower. You can change into clean clothes while washing those you have on right now."

Before anything can be said, you turn around and make your way towards your house. You're not sure why all of sudden you became nervous- there is nothing to be nervous about- but you felt yourself suddenly getting anxious under all their gazes.

It doesn't take you long to find a few sleeping bags in your garage, so you take those with you while stopping by next door. You ask your neighbors for any sleeping bags or air mattresses, as well as a change of clothes, and they're all too happy to accommodate the newest residents of your sleepy little community. So by the time you make it back to the house where you had left the group, arms laden with bags that are threatening to cut off the circulation in your arms, you aren't surprised to see some of them already holding dishes of food.

"These old ladies sure do work fast." You laugh. Rick and Glenn are quick to pass off the dishes in their hands in favor of helping you bring in the stuff for them. They take the sleeping bags from you, leaving you with large shopping bags full of clothing. "So do you guys want everything set up downstairs or you do want to sleep in separate rooms already?"

"Downstairs is fine," Rick says. "At least for now."

In the living room, the sleeping bags are all rolled out and the air mattress is blown up. Rick settles Judith down on the mattress and Carl is quick to crawl on next to her. You've only enlarged one sleeping bag- the one Glenn and Maggie seemed to have gravitated to- when Rick stops you, telling you that you've done more than for him and his family. You ask him if he's sure and he nods, but you can't help just one last wiggle of your fingers to give the sleeping bags a little extra cushion.

"So I guess I'll leave you to it," you say. "In the bag with the clothes, there are plates and utensils. Everyone's offered up their laundry rooms for you to use, but if you're uncomfortable encroaching in on their houses then just get Sophia to show you to mine."

There's a round of thank yous as you leave so you wave and let them settle in. As you're walking out the front door, before you can shut it behind you, someone's gripping it and opening it wider. You're surprised to see Daryl follow you out.

"Everything good?" You ask.

"Yeah." He nods, hands finding their way into his jean's pockets. He shuffles rather sheepishly and you can't help but grin. "Yeah. All good here." You nod and turn to head down the stairs, only for his gruff voice to stop you in your tracks and make you turn back around once more. "Thanks. You didn't have to bring us in or trust us with your secret, but 'ya did. You gave my group a fightin' chance- 'ya gave those kinds in the house a fightin' chance. So thanks."

You smile at him. "You're welcome." He meets your gaze for a moment, eyes hidden behind a curtain of hair and you chuckle. "Go grab a plate of food and a shower, Daryl. You guys are safe here so relax. All of you look like you can sleep for days."

He shakes his head. "We still got people out there."

"And that sucks, I'm sure, but you need to look after yourself first," you say. "You won't be doing anyone any good if you're falling over your own two feet because you're beyond exhausted." Daryl shifts on his feet, his expression turning rather displeased. "Rest up and I promise that when you and a couple others are ready, I'll be right there with you to find your people."

Daryl holds your gaze before he relaxes a bit and he gives you a terse nod. "Fine. Until then, 'ya gotta learn not to rely on 'ya powers or whatever. Gotta keep that a secret until the last second."

Your nose wrinkles and then you sigh. "And here I thought I was done with physical education."

#the walking dead #twd gen fic x reader #the walking dead imagine #twd imagine #daryl dixon #rick grimes #carol peletier #michonne #maggie greene #glenn rhee #carl grimes #judith grimes #sophia peletier

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dakotacrisis · 3 years

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Topsy Turvy (2)

Welp, I guess I am expanding on this. I may have already been planning to write a part 2 but I wasn’t expecting to do it this quickly. While I am doing my own thing with the content initially inspired by the previous comic I did steal one of Plagg’s lines from their continuation comic cause it was too funny to be ignored.

So anyhoo! Here’s a part two!

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“Geez, you would think Hawkmoth would give us one morning off,” Alya groaned. Marinette, Nino, and Alya had been heading towards the station to meet Adrien when that giant robot akuma came out of nowhere.

Now the girls returned to a worried looking Nino who embraced Alya happily. Marinette lingered a bit away from them looking pale and sweaty. Alya sighed and went back to comfort her. “Don’t worry, girl, I’m sure things with Adrien will work out.”

“Yeah...about that…”

The train slid into the station. The doors opened and people started flooding out. Marinette grabbed Alya’s arm and pulled her down to whisper in her ear. “I freaked out seeing Adrien while I was Ladybug and might have, sort of, asked him out to the movies.”

“As Ladybug?”

“Yeah.”

“What is wrong with you! That wasn’t the plan! You were going to do that only if he rejected you as Marinette!”

“I know but I didn’t want to get rejected so I jumped the gun. Do you think this will mess things up?”

“I don’t know! We don’t know what his reply is gonna be. What did he say after you asked him out?”

“Nothing. I left before he could answer.”

“I love you but I am going to kill you.” Alya pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Heads up,” Nino called for the girls’ attention, “I can see Adrien.”

“I’m gonna make a run for it.” Marinette took two steps before Alya pounced on her and forced her back.

“You dug this grave, now lie in it.” Alya grabbed her arm and pulled her down the platform towards Adrien.

Adrien was walking in a dazed state and his face was beet red. He almost walked completely past them before Nino hooked an arm around his shoulders. "Hey dude! It's great to have you back."

"Oh hi, Nino," Adrien snapped out of his daze, "You didn't have to come meet me."

"Sure we did," the three of them started walking back out of the station. Adrien clung close to Nino as he told them about his trip. His gaze kept flickering down to Marinette who walked in step with Alya. Nino would have found it funny if it wasn’t for the fact that Marinette looked like she wanted to melt into the ground.

After their initial phone call two weeks ago Adrien had been really quiet about the whole confession thing. He sent lots of pictures from his trip and talked to him but anything having to do with Marinette was nonexistent. He figured he was working through his feelings on his own. It may have been because Marinette was his friend or Alya’s aggressive shipping of the two but he hoped Adrien chose her. They really were made for each other.

The girls left early and Nino invited Adrien back to his place to hang out. "I'm glad you had fun on your trip. You must have had a lot on your mind regardless."

"A lot on my mind?"

"We were gonna have to talk about it at some point," Nino collapsed into a beanbag chair, "About Marinette?"

Adrien went rigid. "Ma-Marinette? What about Marinette?"

Nino looked at him deadpanned. "Dude, she confessed to you? Remember?"

"Yeah," Adrien sat down next to him, "I remember."

"So did you come to a decision while you were away?" Nino asked.

"Not really, I keep flip-flopping about it. I know being with Marinette would be the easier option and she's great. I would be lucky to call her my girlfriend."

"But?"

"I still really love Ladybug and after what happened today…"

"What happened today?"

Adrien recounted to Nino about the akuma and how Ladybug and Rena Rouge saved him. Then how Ladybug had asked him out to see a movie.

"HOLY CRAP!" Nino gaped, "Ladybug asked you out? Why didn’t you lead with that?"

"I guess because I was still processing it happened." Adrien leaned back so he was staring up at the ceiling, "It feels like I'm dreaming. I'm happy but it also confused me more."

"I wouldn't blame you for being confused. Having a friend confess to you and then your crush asking you out...it's a lot to think of."

"I feel like the answer should be obvious. But it doesn't feel that way anymore."

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know. Marinette said she wasn’t expecting an answer but I still owe her something. I don’t even know how serious Ladybug was with her invitation. She could have just been messing with me but I don’t really see casual flirting as something she would do.” Adrien pondered it some more. Nino could see the gears turning in his head.

“I’d like to see you and Marinette together but I can’t force you to be with her. If it turns out Ladybug is who you really want then that’s okay too. Marinette’s strong and for the most part it sounds like she just wanted to let you know she had feelings for you. You don’t have to feel guilty about either option. I hope you know that.”

“You’re so sagely. It’s throwing me off,” Adrien laughed, “Go back to saying dude and talking through a mouth full of hot cheetos please. But seriously though, thanks for talking with me about this. It helps.”

“I’m always here for you, brother,” Nino tossed him a controller, “Now let me whip your butt in Mario Kart.”

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Adrien returned home after a few rounds of Mario Kart with Nino. He was already pushing things with his father by going off with his friends earlier instead of heading straight home. He received a cool welcome from his father when he walked inside the mansion before he was gone again. At least he had deigned to greet him when he got home. That’s more than what he expected out of him.

He climbed the stairs to his room. “Alright, you can come out now,” Adrien told Plagg.

“You couldn’t have snuck me some cheetos while you were hanging out with your friend?” Plagg whined, “I’m starving!”

“There were three full camembert tins as well as an emergency string cheese in my bag. How are you starving?”

“I ate those on the ride back to Paris. Now I’m hungry again!” Plagg crawled across Adrien’s bed, “I’m so weak, Adrien. I can hardly move. Everything around me is going dark. I can hear the angels singing.”

“You are a menace.” Adrien picked him up and tossed him into his cheese cabinet. “Happy?”

“I feel rejuvenated!” Plagg cackled as he dove head first into a new tin of camembert. Adrien rolled his eyes and closed the cabinet door.

He went to the window and looked out over the lights of the city. He couldn’t wait to be back running across that skyline. Two weeks without being Chat Noir had been torture. Ladybug assured him that she and Rena had things covered when he told her he was going away for a bit. Still, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about it.

Maybe he could tear Plagg away from his cheese hoard for a quick jaunt around town. Maybe he’d even see Ladybug.

Oh Ladybug. All this time he had been trying and failing to woo her as Chat Noir and then without any prompting she asked Adrien out. He still wasn’t sure if she was serious. How badly he hoped that she was though. He wanted it to be real. He wanted Ladybug to love him. Now it looked like he had a chance at that but there was only one snag. Marinette.

Sweet and wonderful Marinette. He already broke her heart as Chat Noir. Could he stand to do it again as Adrien? He really didn’t want to but neither did he want to leave her in suspense of an answer. He wished things could be simpler.

He thought back to what Plagg said on the train and scoffed. “Monogamy is a concept invented by humans.” he repeated it back to himself, “As much as I would love to be in the middle of a Ladybug/Marinette sandwich I don’t think that’s an option. I think I would combust at the mere possibility.”

He pressed his head to the cool window and sighed. His eyes fluttered close. He should just go to bed at this point. He would stay up all night worrying himself into knots about what to do at this rate. He opened his eyes once more and fell back with a startled yelp.

“Oops, sorry,” Ladybug waved at him upside down through the glass, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh no, no you’re fine.” Adrien shot to his feet, “What are you doing here?”

“Well,” she righted herself and perched on top of his open window, “I wanted to come by and talk to you. I realize I kind of gave you a shock today during the akuma attack. The whole asking you to go to a movie thing.”

“Right, yeah, I was certainly surprised.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. Ladybug was in his room! Okay, she was sitting on his window but that was still in his room. “I gotta know, were you being serious or were you just fooling with me? I won’t be mad if you were but I just wanna know.”

“Yeah, about that,” he could swear he saw Ladybug blushing. Ladybug was blushing around him! “I did mean what I said. I think you’re a nice guy and I know that we haven’t ever interacted that much but I like you. I have no idea what you think of me but now you know what I think of you. So...thoughts?”

“I think you’re amazing.” Adrien answered without hesitation. His feet brought him closer to the window so he could better gaze up at her. Her head was silhouetted in moonlight casting a bright white halo around her dark hair. Her eyes sparkled like stars as she gazed stared back at him. Her lips slightly parted and her cheeks pink.

Adrien cleared his throat and spoke again. “I’ve actually had a crush on you for ages. I had trouble believing anything would come of it though.”

“Oh really?” Ladybug smirked, “Ages you say?”

Adrien’s mouth went dry. He nodded his head.

“Well if that ain’t a kick in the head,” she chuckled softly, “I’ve had a crush on you too.”

Wait. Hold up! Ladybug had a crush on him? He knew that she liked him but a crush? For how long? Adrien’s mind flashed back to when Ladybug told him she was in love with someone else. Was the someone else Adrien? Had he been getting rejected all this time because Ladybug was already in love with him?

“Adrien?” Ladybug waved a hand in front of his face, “Did I lose you? Was that too forward? I’m sorry if it was.”

“No! I’m just really happy!” Adrien blurted out. “I...I uh…if you still want I would like to go to that movie with you.”

Ladybug smiled. “Great. Are you free tomorrow?”

“I will be,” he would move the heavens themselves in order to be free if so needed.

“Awesome. They’re doing a classic movie night at the theater tomorrow. We could see the original La Belle et la Bete or Citizen Kane or Roman Holiday.”

“Aren’t they playing Psycho as well?”

“A horror movie?” Ladybug’s eyes widened. “I mean if that’s what you want to see...well um…”

“Wait,” Adrien said, “Are you--are you scared of horror movies?”

“Yeah, I know, big bad hero Ladybug gets scared watching horror movies. Laugh it up.” she shook her head.

“I wasn’t laughing. I wasn’t!” Adrien couldn’t help but smile though. He learned something new about her. “La Belle et la Bete sounds nice. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the original. I’ve only seen the Disney version and the live action remake they did back in 2014.”

“Well then,” Ladybug twisted her yo-yo around in her hands. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow evening for our date.”

“Can’t wait.” Adrien was smiling like a fool. Ladybug gave him another wave goodbye before leaping off into the night. Adrien watched from the open window with a dreamy smile on his face. He had a date with Ladybug!

Then his heart sunk. He was gonna have to reject Marinette now. He hoped she wouldn’t take it too hard.

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“I have a date with Adrien! I have a date with Adrien!” Marinette danced around her room. The kwamis were all out and celebrating with her. Alya sat on the chaise with a knowing smile. This wasn’t what Alya had planned but it looked like it worked out in the end. She had never seen Marinette so happy.

“Oh no,” Marinette stopped abruptly. “I have a date with Adrien!”

She ran to her closet and started pulling out clothes. “What am I gonna wear? It’s a movie date so it shouldn’t be anything too fancy but I don’t want to look like a slob. Should I wear something warm if the theatre is cold? But with all that body heat it’s bound to be warm so should I dress lighter? Alya, what do you think?”

“I think that you’re going as Ladybug so what you have on under your costume won’t make much of a difference.” Alya was trying not to laugh.

“Oh right,” Marinette threw her clothes back down, “Forgot about that part.”

“And you’re okay with dating Adrien as Ladybug? You don’t think that’s gonna cause any problems down the road? If you want this relationship to go anywhere in the future you’ll need to tell him who you are.”

“I know, but that isn’t for a good long while. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

The words of a fool in love. Alya decided to let her have her moment and not say anything. Tomorrow night would be interesting indeed.

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#miraculous ladybug #post gang of secrets #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #plagg #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #topsy turvy #ladrien #for sure this time #writing

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 3 years

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Have you ever gone into the full list of reasons why the show failed as bad as it did?

I’m not sure, but I can give it a shot.

Short answer: The show doesn’t have enough budget for a live-action sci fi epic that requires exotic animals and several wildly inhuman aliens. Its attempts to get around the budget constraints are often not ideal.

Long answer:

Far and away the biggest problem is the limited budget, but there’s a second almost-as-large problem with the showrunners not knowing how to work within a limited budget to create an action-adventure show.

As an example, AniTV episode “The Forgotten” (S1E13) adapts the Rachel-gets-amnesia plot line from Megamorphs 1. It has approximately similar beats – Rachel hits her head in bird morph, demorphs partway while still concussed, wanders around the woods for a while with no idea who or what she is, encounters an ex-host who mistakes her for a controller, and eventually gets found by her friends — but on a severely limited budget that precludes grizzly bears or sentient tornadoes.

However, the way that the show conveys the tension of Rachel being lost in the woods is to have her... run and then trip over a tree root. And then to play the footage of her falling on her butt in slow motion with dramatic percussion music. And then she gets up, runs some more, and trips over a different tree root. This doesn’t appear to be a way of conveying that she’s going in circles (although she is, judging by the way they keep filming the same stretch of woods from different angles) or that she’s dizzy from the concussion. It appears to be a way to try and get tension and excitement out of a character being lost in the woods.

Eventually Rachel stumbles on Fran (the ex-host who lives in the woods) and has a whole debate with Fran about whether either one of them is a controller. The scene has a decent degree of tension, as all they have to do to amp up the creepiness factor is have Fran wave around a yeerk in a jar and rant about a conspiracy that sounds crazy to Rachel but scary to the audiencey. This scene works. Draw this scene out.

Only pretty soon Rachel breaks out of Fran’s house and is back to... running through the woods and tripping over roots. Again.

After several other close encounters with inconveniently-placed tree parts, Rachel then stumbles onto a camp of helpful volunteers — yay, she’s saved! The dramatic irony immediately kicks back in when the audience realizes that the volunteers are from The Sharing., But Rachel herself has no idea that she shouldn’t let that nice man put that thermometer in her ear. Again, the scene works and it’s relatively low-budget — it requires six or seven extras, a handful of inexpensive props, and dramatic percussion music to let us know something bad is happening.

But wait, Jake and Marco are here! Crouching behind a tree, in clear view of every single one of the controllers, because we can see them in the same camera angle. Nonetheless, Jake and Marco save the day by... turning into dogs and barking, which causes all the controllers to leave, which means they can go get Rachel because the controllers just left her there.

So there are two interlinked problems, as I said: the limited budget, and the show runners’ inability to work within a limited budget.

The limited budget is part of the reason that Rachel has to spend so much time alone. They can’t afford to have a lot of extras or props, so they can’t afford to do a scene with her running onto the highway or one with her breaking into an abandoned house. Much less have her turn into an elephant and get hit by a truck. However, there are more interesting ways to get across that she’s lost and confused that don’t rely on — dun dun dun duuunn — tree roots! Have her repeatedly attempt to morph partway, only to get grossed out and stop. Have her attempt to converse with a real bird because she was herself a bird when she woke up. Let her figure out she’s walking in circles. There are possibilities.

Same principle applies to Rachel’s actual crash. She doesn’t get mobbed by jays in an eagle morph, because no way that’d fit into the budget; she just turns into a hawk identical to the one that plays Tobias and then... flies straight into a tree. The budget’s the reason there can’t be jays, but surely there was a better way to have her hurt than for her to just smash into a tree for no reason. (Maybe all those roots from the rest of the episode are the trees’ revenge?) Have her lose control of the morph because it’s new. Have her be in a rush because she needs to get to gymnastics camp. Have her get knocked off-course by sudden wind. Find a way to explain the scene better using voiceover, even if the footage itself is necessarily limited.

Fran is cool. Keep her on screen for longer, even if you can’t afford to burn her house down.

Same goes for the Sharing controllers. “Aliens mimic humans” is the oldest sci fi movie trick in the book, for a reason. All you have to do to convey that the human-controllers are scary enemies is to pay your actors to act like aliens. What do aliens act like? Whatever the hell you want, as long as it gets the point across. Heck, if you need to save money on extras, have Tom be the one who finds Rachel. It works in-universe: “I’m your cousin, so you can trust me!” It’d use a guest star who’s already trained in the part. It’d amp up the dramatic irony because the audience already knows he’s not trustworthy. Heck, let Christopher Ralph play a controller in a giant red wig and glasses while you’re at it — goodness knows he’s wasted on providing voiceover for hawk footage the whole time. But either way, let that scene play out for longer.

And for love of Toomin let Jake and Marco be better at hiding. Half the episodes of the show have scenes with these two crouched partway behind waist-high and/or foot-thick barriers with large parts of their body clearly visible, watching controllers who stand less than five feet away and somehow don’t notice them. I understand that you can’t have them morph most of the time, but work with what you’ve got a little better than that. It cannot cost all that much money to have a sequence where a controller looks over suddenly, only to have the camera angle show us that nothing of Jake’s and Marco’s position is visible from the controllers’ perspective. Instead we get footage of the controllers talking where Jake and Marco (always those two for some reason) are clearly visible onscreen, less than 10 feet away. Heck, you could also toss some plastic spiders on the ground and add a voiceover of Jake and Marco thought-speaking.

Anyway, that episode is a microcosm of the whole show.

Problem: the show can only afford to use domestic animals (cat, dog, lizard, rat) in most episodes. Workaround: have The Gardens simply not exist in this universe and necessitate the kids needing to work with limited DNA they can find at home. What actually happens: the show does a big reveal for Jake’s tiger and Rachel’s lion and Marco’s wolf... only to have those go unused in 95% of future battles, making the kids look careless and terrible at tactical planning.

Problem: the hawk can’t act. Workaround: have Tobias get his morphing power back a lot sooner in the show. What actually happens: Tobias just isn’t there most of the time in Season 1.

Problem: there’s no budget for battle sequences. Workaround: focus on the atmospheric horror instead. What actually happens: stock footage of a tiger gets intermixed with Richard Sali (who plays Chapman) doing his best to react to a nonexistant tiger, and all conflicts resolve themselves with the controllers running away the moment the kids start to morph.

So on and so forth. There are other issues with the show — including some seriously unfortunate decisions about ethics and some cringe-inducing gender roles — but “can’t work within the limits of our budget” is at the root of most of the biggest problems.

#animorphs #anitv #long post #animorphs meta #anitv meta #budget #television shows #when i say that i could do better with 10 friends and their pets #i could do better with 10 friends and their pets #even if i do have the unfair advantage of 2021 technology #rageofkyubii #asks

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